2 comments/ 48484 views/ 11 favorites Big Jock and the Little Nerd By: aznsub This story is a slow boil...but I hope you enjoy it. This may contain story lines of race that may be offensive to some of you. Please stop reading if it does and find another story more suitable for you. Part 1 My name is Nick, and at 6"2" I'm fairly tall for an Asian guy. It's probably why people sometimes think I'm Samoan or something like that, especially with my brown skin. I don't have much hair. I'm very smooth -- even my pits have very little hair. I played football with my buddies in high school, and girls flirted with me. I even went out with this one girl, but that didn't get too far...or I should say I didn't let it get too far. I spent more time with my buddies partying and getting stoned or drinking when we had beer -- and when girls made advances, I'd be too high or too drunk to do anything. Most girls were into the white jocks anyway. Out in public I was very outgoing, but when it came to sex and being naked with another person, I was very shy. I even rarely showered in the locker room after games and practice, knowing how I measured up to other guys. Since the first time I realized my shortcomings, I never wanted anyone else to know. When graduation came along, most everyone went away to college or moved out to the city. I decided to stay, take some time off and work to save money. My adoptive parents didn't like my decision, but I wanted to do something on my own. I fell out of touch with people from high school, and it wasn't until recently that something happened in my life that got me reconnected, in a way. It was hard to find a job in my little town, but with my build, I got into construction. After a several years of working, I finally decided to enroll into a city college. After finishing with an AA degree, I got accepted into a local university as a junior. I still work construction, but I have enough money that I don't have to work full time. At 30, I am much older than the average college student, as many of my classmates are at least a decade younger. With work and school I barely have time to do anything. I've kept in pretty decent shape over the years and thought of signing up for football again, but I decided to focus on my studies to get good grades and finally get a degree. It was in one of my classes last spring that I first got a glimpse of Matt. Matt was the TA in my biology class. I normally kept to myself, quieter in my classes than I used to be in high school. I hated drawing attention to myself, but I'm not hard to miss. I'm tall, big and muscular. I kept having this feeling like I was being stared at, and finally, one day I caught Matt staring at me. Matt had these deep penetrating green eyes that gave you a feeling of being a deer caught in headlights. Matt himself is not that imposing - about 5'8, maybe 160 lbs., dark hair with thick eyebrows and a scruffy face. He was slight and average looking white dude, but there was something about him that I could not shake off. I caught him staring several times more throughout the semester. I guess I could have said something, made an appointment and pretended I had some question about the class readings, just to size him out and see what's up, but I thought maybe some things are better left alone. It wasn't until the next fall when I was looking for another roommate that I got the chance to find out what Matt was staring at me for. That day, opening the door to find Matt standing there was a big surprise. It took me a while to say anything. I kept looking into his eyes. His eyes, meanwhile, went from my eyes to my chest. I was just wearing a tank top and a pair of basketball shorts. How was this little guy making me feel all dumb? Finally he broke the ice. "Hey...you're Nick from Bio class last semester." For a little guy, he sure had a deep voice. "That would be me. You're Matt, right - the TA? Here for the apartment?" I asked, although I knew it was a stupid thing to say. After all, he was the only TA and our class was pretty small. I asked him in, holding the door open for him. "Yea, good to see you. Wow, I didn't expect this at all," he said as he walked past me. It was a hot day, and I could smell his musky scent. It was mixed in with some kind of deodorant. "Yea good to see you too. Welcome." I gave him a tour of the apartment. It's a two-bedroom, one bath apartment with a good size kitchen. The living room is a little too crowded with big furniture, but what can I say? I'm a big guy and I like a big couch! After the tour, I asked him to sit down. It was hard to ignore his scent, but I did my best. He explained that he was looking for a quiet apartment off-campus as the dorm next to him had become filled with loud undergrads. "Undergrads are being moved there because the building they were on is under construction." "Oh, Conway Hall? Yea I work there." "I think I see you there sometimes. I can see the site from my window." I guess if I was a girl, this dude might have crept me out, but I didn't really think that. I just felt a strange feeling deep within me, like I was excited that he would pay attention to me. He stared at my chest again, and I felt compelled to show off. I flexed my pecs a little bit, making them stick out. He kept sneaking looks. I looked across to him and noticed the thick chest hairs coming out from the top of his white undershirt. "I gotta tell you something," he started. It seemed like he was gonna say he wasn't interested in the apartment at all, and my heart missed a beat. "You remember a guy named Jason Simmons? "Yea, he was a good friend in high school. How do you know him?" "I'm his little brother. Do you remember me?" "What? For real?" I was puzzled for a moment and then started to remember. Jason was the guy who could somehow find pot and alcohol for us. He had a little brother that was a few years younger. He was such a little guy, especially compared to Jason, that we called him Lil Matt. Not the most insulting thing a teenage boy could call his little brother, but somehow it made Matt always pissed off. "Yea. You guys used to tease me a lot so I just stayed out of your way for the most part." "I can't believe you never said anything. You knew me all along! I smiled. So that's why he stared at me so much. And now here he is in my couch, bathing my nose with his scent. "Lil Matt, hehe. I didn't recognize you. You have all that hair on your face." He blushed a little, brushing his beard with the palm of his hand. "Whatever happened to Jason? We lost touch after high school." "He joined the army. And after his tours in Afghanistan and Iraq, he became a tech salesman. He travels around Europe and the Middle East these days." "I see. Yea those days were fun. Sorry we tortured you so much." He cracked a smile. "No it's cool. That was a long time ago I guess. But, yea my friends and I were so scared of you. The Big Samoan guy." "Haha. Lil dork. I'm Filipino...Well, Chinese and Filipino." I joked, but then felt awkward for having said it. "You're not as little as you used to be," I told him. "You've grown a bit." "Yea? Well, you're still pretty big, maybe even bigger. You've filled out even more." If I wasn't so dark brown, he might have seen me blush. "I gotta say though, you seem more mature, quieter that I remember you to be." I felt proud when he complimented me on my size. "You too man, you filled out a little bit, a little taller. You look a little bit like Jason, but just a different build." "Nah. We look nothing alike. Jason is more like my mom. I'm more like my dad." He was interested in the apartment and I decided it would be cool to live with Matt. A few weeks later, he moved in. Other than a bunch of books, a desk, clothes and a bed, he didn't have much else. The move was quick. What I thought was Matt's scent from sweating that day he came to see the apartment I quickly realized was a scent he always has. Musky, mixed with deodorant. I barely have any scent, and so the apartment began to smell like him. For the first couple of months we lived together, Matt brought home his girlfriend, Brianna, most weekends. She was some nice girl with long blonde hair, big tits, and she was a little thick; not fat, but just thick. I couldn't figure out what they had in common. She seemed as dumb as me, while he was someone on his way to a medical degree. She probably had a clue though. I remember one night, we were all sitting around drinking beer and Brianna was a bit tipsy. She asked me if I was dating. I said, "No, not right now. I get so busy with work and school, hardly any time for any extra curricular stuff you know." "Matt finds the time," she giggled. "I know," I thought to myself. I hear her screaming every time they fucked. "How did you guys meet anyway? " "Oh we met online," Matt interjected. "Yea..."she giggled and said, "He likes big boobs!" She then scooped up her boobs from under and shook them. I looked over at Matt to see his reaction, but he was looking straight at my chest, instead. Once again, I was wearing a tank top and basketball shorts, which is what I normally wear at home. I felt weird. "I don't know. I think he's a player. He makes time for boobs but not much else," she teases. "No, no. I swear I'm not a player. I'm too busy for that," he nervously chuckled, looking up, meeting my gaze. When they broke up not too long after that night, I saw more and more of Matt. Sometimes he'd have some of his nerdy friends over, or my coworkers from the construction site, and we'd all just sit around eat and drink some beer. Or sometimes we play some video games. Matt wasn't exactly the sporty type but we did play some basketball on weeknights after school or work. I might be big but I'm still pretty fast. I beat his ass all the time. He moved a little awkward on the courts, like he doesn't feel the rhythm of the ball. He was never a sore loser though, like his big brother Jason. One Friday night after dinner, we were relaxing in front of the TV drinking some beer. I had a big wound in my rib from a fall at work, but I played ball with Matt anyway, just before we came home. I was on the couch as usual, and he was sitting in an armchair. Playing ball with Matt means a lot of body contact and his scent was still all over me. We both didn't shower; it seemed neither one of us minded, although I guess I should have showered, and cleaned my wound. "Well...you beat me again. One of these days I'm taking you down." "It's cool man. You have some good moves. Someday you'll win. At least you don't whine like Jason when you lose." He looked over to me, at my chest again. This time, it wasnÕt the ogling I usually get from him. He had a bit of a concerned look on his face. "Hey, champ, your bleeding." I looked down and sure enough blood had seeped through my wife beater. "What happened? Let me see," he said, getting up and walking over to me. He hiked up my shirt and peeled off the bloody bandage I had on it. "I fell on a rebar that was sticking out the side of a wall." "Doesn't look too bad," he said. He got up, got a medical kit from the bathroom, then came back and sat next to me. "I was hoping I had to perform surgery," he joked, and made me smile. "I wanted to really get in there." The wound was close to my chest, and I had to raise my arm so he could get to it. I noticed him give my pits a quick glance. I hoped I didn't stink. As he tended to my wound, I couldn't help notice how warm his hands here. I tried to keep still, but with him so close to me like that I couldn't help but be a little uncomfortable. I wished he'd hurry, but the more he touched me, the more I wanted him to continue. His touch felt so nice, so delicate that it gave me goose bumps, and sure enough, my nipples got hard. Big Jock and the Little Nerd Ch. 02 This story contains themes of race that may be offensive to you. If it does, please stop reading and find other awesome stories on Literotica.com. * As he tended to my wound, I couldn't help notice how warm his hands here. I tried to keep still, but with him so close to me like that I couldn't help but be a little uncomfortable. I wished he'd hurry, but the more he touched me, the more I wanted him to continue. His touch felt so nice, so delicate that it gave me goose bumps, and sure enough, my nipples got hard... "Why don't you have a girlfriend? You always had girlfriends in high school. Don't girls like big dudes like you?" he asked, re-wrapping the wound and finally taping it up. "Nah man, not that again. Like I said, I just have too much work and school. I just wanna focus on that right now." "Dude, its Friday night, every undergrad in the world is out drinking and trying to score. You should go out there man. If I didn't have to work tomorrow I'd go with you." "I have to work tomorrow too." As he pulled his hands away from chest, he accidentally brushed up against my nipple. It made me jump a little, and I hoped he didn't notice. But he moved back closer to me and knelt down. This was a little too close. I could smell his scent even stronger now. He raised his arms and placed his hands on each muscle and squeezed. The sudden whiff of his pungent armpits and the feeling of his hands on my chest gave me a jolt that I could only jump up in a knee-jerk reaction. I gasped. I was pretty sure my cock jumped a little bit too. I was just glad I wore tight bikini briefs as usual. "What the hell!" Matt laughed. "Sorry, sorry. Sit back down!" "What are you doing!" "I hope you don't take this the wrong way, and I know this sounds weird, but your chest is awesome. I wanna feel 'em while you flex." I was growing more and more uncomfortable. "Little twerp, you could've asked first. You're just screwing with me. You held my pecs like you were cupping tits!" He laughed even more. "Sorry. Just relax, I'm not screwing with you I promise. Now I need you to flex. I'm curious that's all. All I ever get to observe are cadavers in school -- no live muscles there." Reluctantly, I sat back down. "Fine, make it quick, homo." I wasn't sure if he was making all this up or if he's up to something else, but I did it anyway. I flexed my chest. Matt stopped laughing. I took a deep breath to calm myself down. He placed his hands on my chest again and squeezed. "Wow," he murmured to himself. "Wow what?" "Nothing. They're just so hard, so big!" He kept his hands on my chest. "Now, release the muscles. No more flexing." I did as he said. This time he didn't squeeze, just a light cupping. "Don't cup 'em! I'm not one of your hos!" "Hey now...Brianna liked me doin' that. Take your shirt off completely" "What? No! Take off yours" I protested. He stood up and took off his shirt. "There! Happy?" I looked up. I don't think I ever seen anyone with a hairier chest - thick and dark curls swirled against his pale skin. He smelled very musky and sweaty...just a hint of his deodorant left. He smelled like a man. How did he go from a little geeky teen to this? Even his body was bigger than I thought it would be. I guess he wears shirts that are too big. I hadn't really noticed. At eye level, the band of his underwear rode up above his shorts; his hair disappeared inside. I couldn't help but look at his bulge. "Come on! Just take 'em off," he insisted, bent down and grabbed my shirt from the sides and pulled it off. Damn his scent was really getting to me. "Dude I haven't showered," I said. "So? You think I have? Besides, you never smell...not like me anyway. Even when you're just getting home from work, I never notice. You might be a little sweaty, but I don't smell anything." "I don't stink?" I took my tank top off. As I raised my arms, he saw my pits. "Wow...were like total opposites. You don't even have hair there. All smooth." He licked his lips for a brief moment. I wanted to say something to defend myself, but couldn't think of anything. This was all a little too much. He threw my shirt across the room. "You're chest is all smooth. You're smooth everywhere." He ran his hands all over. In a way, they felt nice -- I liked all the attention he was giving me, but deep inside I felt this was wrong, like I was being molested. Although he avoided touching them, my nipples were very hard. What's more was that my dick got hard too. I was so horny, and wished I could just walk away; this was embarrassing. But if I did walk away he would see that I had gotten a boner. I arched my back and hunched over to hide my crotch a little more. I felt weak, like I had a fever. Fuck I was so horny. "Alright man...can you hand me my shirt?" I asked, signaling for all this to stop, but Matt didn't appear to be listening. He continued feeling up my chest. It felt so good I was torn between telling him to stop and letting him continue. In any case, I was in a tough place. I had to let him continue until he left me alone to get my shirt. "You're skin is so soft," he said in a whisper. "Dude, hand me my shirt now," I said, but I was out of breath, gasping for air. Damn, what is this little guy doing to me? I've been real horny before but never to the point that I can barely talk. His hands, at first quickly squeezing and feeling the contours of my chest like a doctor would, had slowed down, taking their sweet time in each area. Finally, his palms withdrew and I could only feel his fingers. I thought he was about to stop when suddenly I felt his fingers clamp down at the base of my nipples and caressed each nub with a pointer finger. I gasped, and my whole body shook, every muscle flexed and tightened. That made me almost cum. I couldn't stay in that position anymore and found no other choice but to jump out of the couch real fast so Matt wouldn't see my boner tenting up my shorts. But when I got up, I accidentally knocked him over, and tripped on his legs. I fell flat on my back. Too late. Not only was I tenting, there was a wet spot right on it, and when I looked over to Matt, he was staring right at it. "Whoa," he muttered. If my skin weren't so brown, he would have seen my cheeks go red. I tried to get up even though my back was in some pain, but he put a hand on my chest to keep me down. "No, no, no." he whispered. "Stay." His other hand wandered down from my chest, to my stomach, then below the waistband of my shorts, and finally put a finger to the little tent. I was alarmed and grabbed his wrist. "What are you doing?" "Shh. just calm down." He rubbed one of my nipples softly while holding me down with his other hand. I gasped. I could have just pushed him off, but somehow I didn't. "Stop, Matt," I pled, but somehow whatever I said or did I did weakly. Did I want Matt to continue doing whatever he was doing? What's gonna happen if I let him? Is he going to screw with me? I thought maybe he wanted to humiliate me, get back at me for how his brother and I treated him when we were young, but this seemed unlikely. A lot of time had passed since then, and he seemed like a pretty well put together kind of guy. Whatever the situation, I didn't really want this to be happening! "Just lay still," he said. "Trust me." I didn't know if I could. He pulled down the waistband of my shorts while I tried desperately to hang on to them. "Wow, you wear this kind?" he asked, referring to my bikini briefs. "I wouldn't be able to wear these. But these are perfect for you." I didn't say anything. Bikini briefs make me feel comfortable; I've always worn them since I was a kid. But why are we even talking about this? He fondled my dickhead, again with just a finger. "You're so hard. You like me feeling you, huh?" I continued to not say anything. Slowly, he grabbed my brief's elastic band and pulled down. "No, no, no!" I whispered; I was desperate but he kept going, pulling the band up over my hard dick. "It's...small," I said, as if to warn him, to spare myself the added humiliation of him discovering my secret, but I don't think it even mattered. "Damn!" he exclaimed under his breath. "What?!" "Nothing...I mean, wow. I never thought that it would be this small. Even your balls are small...and you're such a big guy!" With him saying that, there was nothing more for me to try and resist. What I feared the most had come and I was fucking humiliated. He pulled my briefs and my shorts all the way down. I don't remember feeling as naked as I did, I could feel the air caress my whole body. I felt my balls tighten up even more. "Don't tell anyone." "What about Jason?" He smirked. "No, please don't. He doesn't know about me. Why would he?" "Come on, I'm sure he does...haven't you guys ever showered and changed in the locker room together?" I turned my head away and didn't say anymore. I never showered in the locker room; and if I changed, I only changed my shirt and pants. "Hey Nick...look at me?" he uttered, shaking me, pinching my nipple and making me gasp again. I didn't answer him, but I started to get up. He pushed me down again and said, "I won't tell. "Thanks," I said. "Just don't get up yet. I like you like this." With that, he ran his hands all over my body, softly, almost like a caress. "You're so smooth, the only hair you have is your pubes...but even that isn't much." He moved down my crotch and cupped my dick and my balls in one hand, hiding them from view. "Damn, you're still so hard." He looked at me in the eyes and came even closer, positioning his body between my legs, making them spread wider. My hole felt a little exposed, feeling a breeze as he moved up to my chest; his mouth clamped down on a nipple, and teased the other with his fingers. I moaned. I play with my nipples sometimes when I jack off but I never imagined someone else's touch could make me feel like this. I was spread out and pinned on my own living room floor. I breathed in, inflating my chest more, and my moans turned into short gasps. He kept going, but his touch slowed down; his tongue moved slowly over my nipple, like licking them like you would a wound. This must be how Brianna felt each time Matt played with her big tits. Damn, I don't wanna be the woman in this equation. "I...can't do this," I said, and tried to get up again. "Yes, you can." Matt placed a hand on my side, and brushed the skin lightly, almost as if he was trying to soothe me. "Just relax." He grabbed my hands and placed them on his shoulders. Despite his hairy front, his shoulders were relatively smooth and soft to the touch. I caressed him; his skin was so warm. I continued feeling him past the shoulders, slowly down his back. I wanted to reach down further when I started to feel the hairs on his lower back but he started to get up. He grabbed my hands again and gently put me in a sitting position while he continued to stand up. His crotch was now just below eye level. "Come closer," he said, holding the back of my head, and pressing me forward. What the hell is this kid trying to do? But I couldn't help but comply. He pressed until my nose was against his hairy belly and held me there, stroking my head. I could smell his sweat there, my chin brushing up against the band of his briefs. Then he guided my hands to go around him, around his ass, and embracing him. I moaned again. I couldn't help myself. Softly he pushed my head to go lower, until I was sniffing his shorts. I could smell him so strongly I don't think he had washed them in a while -- he always wear them when we go shoot some hoops. I felt his bulge in my face. It was then that I realized I had been so hard, my balls were feeling so tight it almost hurt. I tried to feel for his dick head, but I just couldn't tell where it was. "Take 'em off." "What?" "Take my shorts off." I thought for a little bit; I wasn't sure if I should. If there was any moment that I could have really turned away, got up and went to my room, this was it. But I thought, "What the hell?" I can't hide forever. I reached for his shorts and underwear, feeling the thin waistband. I was about to pull 'em down when he stopped me. He smiled. "Just the shorts for now...not my briefs." He held my wrists and pushed them down to his thighs. Then he touched my lips and looked into my eyes without saying anything. He just kept looking and rubbing a finger on my lips. I finally understood. "You promise you won't tell nobody?" "I promise, I promise," he replied. For a moment, it brought me back to when he was just a little junior high nerd, his voice just starting to crack, transforming. I never had that big change. I slowly opened my mouth. "Yeah, that's it" he nodded, encouraging me to do it. Shit. I didn't know why I was doing this, especially with Jason's little brother, but there I was, biting down on that waistband and pulling it down. This was so humiliating, but I couldn't even think of what would happen next. My mind was only on what was happening right then. And right then I was staring at the biggest bulge I had ever seen and it was getting bigger each second. And no wonder I couldn't feel his dickhead...it was all the way past his hip! I couldn't resist anymore. He wore white boxer-briefs, grayed from wear, and yellowed with stains. He grabbed my head and pulled me to his crotch. Fuck...I could feel the warmth of his dick; his scent was making my head spin. I should be fuckin' disgusted but the smell of his ball sweat, dry piss and ripe dick was making me quiver from inside. I couldn't get enough of him. His dick was getting swollen, getting hard. I felt it expanding against my cheeks, getting longer and extending away from his body. It extended so much that it pushed out his underwear too, the thick band pulling away until I could see inside and a warm ripe odor wafted out. He held my head by my ears and rubbed his crotch all over my face. Fuck! How could I let this kid do this to me! "Ok...you can take 'em off now," he said, gently combing his fingers through my hair. "You can use your hands this time." Slowly I pulled his briefs down, and it took some time until his dick fully came into view. When it did, it snapped and hit me on the face, leaving a trail of dick slime across my jaw. It surprised me a little bit. It was so freaking big! Long and thick with throbbing veins leading up a curve to the uncut dick head; the slit was peaking out. The bigger the head got, the more the foreskin unfolded. It was slimy and reeked of ripe dick. The heat coming from it made me hot all over, if I wasn't hot enough already. I held it in my hands -- I had to touch it. It was heavy, and the skin was soft; I pulled it down so the head would be completely free. As the skin peeled back, the more I got of that dick scent. He pulled my hands back around his ass. "Just use your nose and lips, nothing else." I thought he meant I could use my mouth, and so when I opened up to take the head in, he corrected me. "Uh-uh," he said, and forced me to close up. "I said, 'just your nose and your lips'." He paused. He must have sensed the great discomfort I felt, the awkwardness of the situation. "Don't worry, you're doing real good, man." I pressed my nose on the head, smelling the ripe slime that gave it sheen. I followed the length down its major curve to the base of his dick until my face was covered in his pubes and breathed in the concentration of musk. Fuck I couldn't believe this. I moved down to his balls. They too were very large, and very ripe from sweating at the courts earlier. He pulled me away and held my face in one hand, grabbed his dick with the other, and wiped my face with it. His dick warmed my cheeks. I had been squatting down and didn't realize that I had moved so close to him that my hole was just above his left foot until I felt his big toe rubbing my asslips. I was shocked -- I never felt anything like that before; but then he reached down and played with my nipples again, slowly raked the nubs and made me quiver. "Ok...you can use your mouth now, but just on the head," he said, raising my chin, looking into my eyes. I opened my mouth without gazing away from his face. He smiled, and his dick head slipped in. It was tangy and a little salty. I sucked on it and heard him groan. "Oh, yea. That's how you do it, man. I didn't think you would actually do it. Keep going." His toe on my hole was opening a part of me that I didn't know I had -- I wanted it to keep going, deep into me. As he kept rubbing, I rubbed back. With his toes on my hole, his hands on my nips, and his dick in my mouth, an orgasm was building up inside me. I started to moan, sucked his dick a little faster, and slurped on that fat head with drool dripping down my chin. I was beyond embarrassed and humiliated by that point. I wanted it and I needed to cum so bad. "Whoa there, Champ. Slow down." But it was too late. A final stab to my hole with his toe did me in; cum erupted from dick hitting my chest and dripped down. I moaned -- in a way that was louder than I ever thought I could get from cumming. Even more came out that drenched my own dick and balls, trickled down to my hole where his toe was spreading it around the lips. "Damn, dude. I said slow down. Look what happened. Shit...I think you came from sitting on my toe," he chuckled. "You didn't even touch your dick." I motioned to get up and leave, but once again he stopped me. The feeling of being humiliated was back. "No, we're not done yet, bro." That was true, I wanted more. My dick was still hard. It didn't go down at all. But I felt that leaving right then would spare me from more embarrassing shit. He sat back on the armchair while pulling me up. He tapped on his thighs, telling me exactly what he wanted. "I'm too heavy," I said. He didn't pay me any mind, and said, "Just come on up man." Fuck. What the hell? After doing everything that I had already done, what was one more thing? Awkwardly, I got up on the chair. He wanted me to face him. I must have looked like an idiot trying to balance myself as I got up to sit on his lap. But the only way to do that was to let my legs dangle over the arms or squat over him, leaving my smooth thighs wide open, letting him a close up view of my dick and balls. I decided to squat. His dick was right beside mine, thrusting into the air with that curve. I felt its size next to mine; his dick was so warm. With a thumb and a finger, he lightly and softly stroked my dick from the head down to the base. He looked into my eyes, then down to our cocks "How small is your dick?" he asked. "Dude, don't start." "Have you ever measured it?" "Stop it. Stop talking about it." I tried wiggling out. "Fine, but don't move, Champ." He continued stroking. "Wanna see how I jack off?" I nodded. He grabbed his dick with both hands. "That's how. Wanna try it?" I grabbed his cock with both hands. Damn, it just felt unreal. "Up and down." I stroked it. I couldn't get over the hefty size, thick veins pumped up with blood. I squeezed. "It's big, huh, champ?" he said with a smirk. I didn't reply. Then he asked, "Why don't you grab your dick too and jack us off together?" I hesitated; it was more of a command than a request, but I wanted to do it, to feel his dick against mine. When I held my dick against his, the heat surprised me a little bit; it made my hole so hot, it made me jump a little bit. I could feel just how small my dick was. "We are complete opposites," he said, slowly sliding his dick up and down against mine. "How does it feel champ?" Except for my moans, I kept quiet. There wasn't anything I could say. "Come on, talk to me" "Your dick is so big, Matt," I said finally. He smiled, a very confident smile. Big Jock and the Little Nerd Ch. 03 Author's note: Thanks for the comments. This is my first time writing erotica fiction, but I am glad some of you like it. None of this is based on real events or real people. This story also contains themes of race (among other things) that may be offensive to you. If it does, please stop reading and find other awesome stories on Literotica.com. Big Jock and the Little Nerd Ch. 03 The next day I got up real early to avoid Matt. I peeked in the living room, but he wasn't there anymore. I guessed he had gone to his room at some point in the night. On the floor, his clothes were still scattered. The room seemed different to me. I no longer felt that this apartment was mine. I picked up his stuff and laid them on the chair. Feeling his clothes in my hands gave me flashbacks of the night before. But the clothes were cooler now; his underwear no longer warm like how they were when I buried my face in his crotch the night before. I had to leave, but I got the urge to sniff them. Even cold, they still smelled of him. The stains, the piss, even the ball sweat. I even got the courage to sniff the part where his ass had been. There were plenty of times in high school when I could have stolen other guys' underwear but I never had the courage. I'd go home and wack off thinking about them. I was getting hard again, and the pain in my hole added to the reminder of what had taken place in that room. I felt guilty and embarrassed. I had to get out of there. I went straight to work. It was a cold morning and hardly anyone was around at the site except for my co-worker, Steve, who was just sitting around, drinking coffee and reading a magazine. Steve sometimes comes over on weekends and hangs out, drinks beer and shoots the shit. He and Matt get along pretty well. I waved and he let me in. "Early start today?" he asked. I nodded, and just kept walking towards my workspace. I wasn't in the mood to talk. "I'm surprised you're here so early. Matt said you guys had quite a night last night. How's your rib?" "Huh? My rib's fine. Doesn't really bother me now. Did Matt say anything?" I was alarmed for a second. "Nah. He just said you guys drank a lot. Hey, let's hang out this weekend. You can meet my new girl! I think you'd really like her. I think you both have a lot of things in common." I smiled and said, "Sure." I didn't know what he meant by that and I wasn't particularly interested. I've met Steve's girls before and they're always a little annoying. It seems that Steve and Matt have the same taste in girls -- big boobs, small brain. But sitting around playing poker and drinking beer always helps. The rest of the day, I tried to keep myself from thinking about the night before, but my body was not letting me forget. My nipples were still so sore that I wished I could work without my shirt. I also had to keep squeezing in my ass; it felt like there was a big hole there that just wouldn't close. Over the next few days, I managed to avoid Matt. I went to work earlier than usual and spent the rest of the day and night in class or in the library. My hole felt much better -- a little too good; it itched a little. I still couldn't help thinking about Matt. Deep inside, I knew I could not continue doing anything with him. What we had was something that could only happen that one time. On Friday, I got home early, and sure enough, Matt was there. I told him Steve was coming over, but then quickly went to my room. "Hey, wait a minute," I heard him say. I closed the door behind me, pretending I didn't hear him. But he followed me, and entered my room. "What's up, man? I haven't seen you all week. You avoiding me or something?" "Nah. Just been busy." "You sure? It feels like you're mad or something." "No. Just had a lot to do, midterms and stuff." He approached me while I was changing, taking my shirt off, my back turned away from him. Already, his scent was filling up my room. I couldn't look him in the eye; I was trying to build up the courage to talk to him about what happened, that it was something that was not gonna happen again. He approached me and grabbed my chest from the back, his fingers going straight to my nipples, instantly making me hard. But I didn't want a repeat of that night, ending up in the most humiliating situation. "Matt...I can't," I said softly, moving away from him. "Huh? No, wait," he pled, reaching out for me, grabbing my arm. "I knew you were avoiding me." He seemed hurt. "I don't know. I think that whatever happened last week was a one-time thing, you know. It can't happen again." "Why not? Don't do this. I had a great time, man, come on." "Sorry, Matt." I sat down on the bed, looking away from him. I saw our reflection on the big closet mirror, seeing Matt standing there in the same shorts he wore when we messed around. He seemed so small next to my sitting figure. He was quiet for a moment. Then he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, too. I didn't wanna have to do this, but...you know, Jason is coming back soon. I tried to tell you but I haven't seen you all week." He moved closer to me, placed his hands on my shoulders, and pulled me close to his crotch. "I think you know what I'm saying." "What?" It took me a while to get what he was trying to say with his crotch in my face. But once I understood, I was in a panic. "You wouldn't tell him, would you? You promised that you wouldn't!" I got up and pushed him. But I pushed him a little too hard and he ended up slamming against a wall. He looked shocked. "Fuck!" He gave me an angry look and stormed out. This freaked me out. Why did I have to push him so hard? I went after him. I was afraid of what he might do if I didn't apologize. I followed him to his room where he was sitting on his desk chair, stretching his back against it. I was rarely in his room and was struck by how much it smelled just like him. A permanent stink of old deodorant and his body odor. "Matt, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push so hard." He turned in his chair to face me. "Fuck you, dude," he muttered, looking at me so angry. "You wanna apologize? Get on your knees and crawl over here." "Dude, don't be like this." "I'm not kidding, champ. You want me to shut my mouth about what a real big pussy you are, then you know what to do." "But...this is fucked up." He pursed his lips. "Yea. And either you come over here or I let people know how your pussylips bounced up and down on my big white dick." Matt got a little cocky last time, but this was a whole 'nother level. His dick started to tent out of his shorts. Not only was I hard too, but my hole was getting hot for him. The shorts, his smell, his voice...it was all coming back. But I tried to keep my composure. I didn't know what else could be more humiliating than Jason finding out about me. So I got on my knees and crawled towards him until I was between his legs. "Come on, champ. Let's do this...and no one has to know." "Matt...you promised..." My face moved closer and closer to his bulge until I was buried in his crotch. He reached over and tweaked my nipples. I rubbed my cheeks with his nylon-covered dick, with the familiar feelings sweeping all over me; I was almost thankful that it was all happening again. My dick was so hard. "I know you need this, champ. I need it too," he said softly, almost trying to comfort me, taking a hand off my chest, patted me on the head, and then softly brushing my hair with the palm of his hand. I couldn't help myself anymore and pulled down his shorts and his briefs. His cock snapped up. I had to have it in my mouth again. I peeled the skin down the head, its rank scent filling my nose. Damn, does this boy ever clean his dick? But it didn't matter...in fact, it was even better. I needed to smell that, the smell of a man after a full day's work. I opened my mouth to engulf his dick, but he flicked my lips with fingers. "I didn't hear you ask, champ." Dammit. He knew I wanted it, but I didn't wanna have to ask. Fuckin' little twerp! "Can I?" "Can you what?" he prodded condescendingly, stroking my hair some more. "Can I have your cock in my mouth?" He smirked. "I would but you're not properly dressed." "Huh? What?" I was confused. I only had on my baggy work jeans and boots. But what was he talking about being dressed? "Take off everything." This little fucker was playing with me. What could I do? So reluctantly I took off my boots and socks, then stood up and took off my jeans. I set them aside. I looked him in the eye, my hands on my hips. I had left my bikini briefs on. He shook his head. "Everything." Slowly, I bent to take my briefs down. "Yea, there you go," he encouraged, then added, "that's how you and your little boydick should be properly dressed around me." I flinched. Where does he get this shit? "You don't have to be like that, Matt." "Don't worry. This stays between you and me...unless you wanna change that somehow." He stared at me, examining my body with his eyes, his lips curling into a faint smile. He turned around towards his desk, opened a drawer and took out a ruler. Seeing the ruler instantly made me lose my hard on a little bit. "Come closer." "No, no...come on. Let me just suck your dick..." "Come closer, son...heh," he laughed, smacking the palm of his hand with the ruler. I hesitated. What the fuck is he gonna do!? "Come on boy...we don't have all night," he continued, raised his hand which held the ruler and playfully gestured like he was about to smack my dick, swiping the air just an inch short of my dick, which was hardening again. What the hell is he calling me boy for! He's much younger than me! I put my hands over my crotch. "Take your hands away, little boy, and come closer. If I want you to be close to me, then you need to get close," he instructed. Fuck. Now he was calling me a "little boy." I obeyed, slowly, taking my hands away and moved within inches of him. He put one end of the ruler at the base of my dick; I was flinching the whole time. "Let's see what a big boy you are." He measured, my dick hardening at the attention it was getting. "Aw...a growing boy," he said, my dick pumping up a little bit, until it was painfully hard. "Wow, almost 4 inches." He smacked it lightly, but hard enough that my heart skipped a beat and I flinched. I never expected this side of Matt. He handed me the ruler. "Now, go ahead and see what a grown man's dick should measure up to." I tried to measure his dick, but the curve threw me off a little bit. "It's a little over 9 inches, Matt." "That's right, son," he said, continuing to mock me. "Get down on your knees and pay it some respect." I kneeled, opened my mouth. "Nah...I said pay it some respect. That means show my dick how much you love it by giving it kisses. That's how anyone should pay respect to a real cock, right? So pucker up!" I kissed his cock all over, and then down to his musky, hairy balls. "Yea, that's good boy. I didn't have to tell you to kiss my balls," he chuckled. Now you can open those pretty lips and take my dick." Even before he finished his sentence, I wrapped my mouth around that thick manhood. It tasted so good, as if I was tasting it for the first time. I had to have my tongue all over it. It was. I slurped it up. "Yea, boy, you do that so well. I never had a girl clean out my dick head like you. You like how it tastes?" He smirked. I nodded. "What was that? I can't hear you. Do you like how my dick tastes in your mouth?" I stopped sucking and told him. "Yea." Drool hung off my chin. "Yea I know you do. And I haven't even showered today but you're loving my cock anyway," he smirked. "Damn, love those thick brown lips." He raised his arms, clasped his hands and rested them behind his neck; his pits were exposed, reeking of musk. No question he hadn't showered. His crotch was steaming with his funk, his pits filling the air. I went back to sucking again, this time going past the head a little bit. But for some reason, he grabbed my hair and pulled me back until my lips were back on his dick head. "Don't move, champ." He put a finger on his dick and made an imaginary line just below the dick head. "I know you did such a good job last time on my dick head, so tonight you get to take a little more. But only to this point," he continued, emphasizing the line. "An inch below the ridge. If you do a good job, then next time I'll let you go down another inch. You understand?" I nodded, my dick jumping at the thought of being trained on every inch of his dick. "Good," he said. "That way you can get to know my cock really well -- we'll ease you in to being really good at sucking my dick. That's how nice I am," he said while his toes fiddled with my balls and dick. I nodded again, out of breath. My dick was hard, but my balls wanted to curl inside and hide. I was so fucking hot and horny I couldn't tell if I was about to cum or not. "Make sure you slurp on it real good." For a few minutes there, I was on my knees between his legs and the only sound you could hear was my sucking and slurping on the first two inches of that big white cock, doing the best I could to make him feel real good. He moaned the whole time, cussing away, letting me know what a good job I was doing. Suddenly, he got a good solid grip on my head, holding me still while he grunted real hard. I couldn't have moved if I wanted to. I knew what was coming, but the thought of finally getting seeded with a man's cum in my mouth was unbelievable. When he finally came, I didn't know what to do and I froze. Eventually, his cum seeped out of my mouth and dripped down my chin. I wiped it off, looking up at him, just to look at his face. He caressed my lips with a finger, and directed his eyes down between my legs. "Damn, you sure can come without touching yourself." I looked down. My dick was still hard, but it was all wet, down to my balls, which were dripping with my own cum. There was a puddle under me. I couldn't believe I came. "Clean up my dick." I did as told, licking away on the head until all the sticky cum was gone. I even licked off the spit dripping down his balls. "Good job. I didn't even have to tell you to just use your mouth. You did it on your own. You're a natural cocksucker." Eyes closed, he had the look of relief on his face. He was completely relaxed now. "Now tell me why you're the cocksucker and not me?" "Come on, Matt...we don't have to do it like this," I pled. "I'm sorry about what happened earlier." He just ignored me though. "Tell me why you're the cocksucker and not me." He still seemed mad, and there was probably no other way to win him back over. He grabbed his dick and wiped my face with it. "Tell me." "'Cuz you got a bigger dick. Happy?" "I think you like being my cocksucker," he said, a faint smile formed on his lips. "Do you like being my cocksucker?" he asked, reaching out to my face and caressing my cheeks. Just then, we heard someone say, "Yea, I think he does." We both turned towards the door, and there my coworker Steve stood with his new girl, wine bottles in hand.