The 'Straight' Jock
#23 of Shorts (< 500 words)
Inspiration art: https://twitter.com/saltypoundcake/status/1353960495322025984
He'd held back a load for four days just for you. He saw you in the showers once as you were stroking your dick after a long practice session. He felt his cock twitch in that moment... maybe he wasn't as straight as he thought? Whatever. Every time he saw you, he'd think of how you gently whimpered while you unloaded into the shower drain as he peeked around the corner. He couldn't take it anymore. He laid back in his bed and stroked his impressive cock as he imagined himself fucking the head cheerleader, but he was always drawn to thoughts of you, of how your cock would feel pulsing against his, of how your load would taste. One thing led to another as he busted his largest-ever load over his gym shirt. He wanted a slut like you to worship a jock like him. He'd toss his cum-stained shirt to you the next day as a hint. He wanted to mark you as his.