A Straight Jock's Hole

Mo jogged on the running track that ran along the circumference of the park. The day was oppressively hot, the sun high and scorching in a blue, cloudless sky.

Topless people sunbathed in the grass drinking cans of beer or alcopops as music blared from portable speakers.

Mo tried to drown them out as he passed them, focusing on the physical exhilaration within his body as he continued on his run, pushing his body not to give up despite the sweat running down his face and body, and his lungs that screamed for air.

But, no. Onwards he jogged, Frankly, he needed the physical adrenaline to clear his mind of Clayton and his antics. Plus, being outside gave him an opportunity to avoid his housemate from cornering him and begging him to fuck him.

Mo couldn't believe he was in this situation. A frequent player and romancer of men, he was not one to pass on a hookup or chance at sex. Now, living with a jock who wanted to regularly have sex with him, the opportunity was practically presenting itself to him on a silver platter. He would've killed for a setup like this before. Yet, it wasn't what he wanted now. None of this was what he wanted.

He wanted things to move to something more intimate than just being fuck buddies with his housemate. More than just sex every few days. Someone to share things with emotionally and be romantic with. But, his housemate was a straight jock on the DL so that was never going to happen.

Mo shook his head as he came into a long stretch of the track that ran under the shade of tall trees. He was glad of the cool air that hit his face as he jogged under the canopy. The fresh air brought him back to himself after his mind had wandered to the dreaded subject of Clayton yet again.

He needed part of his life where he wasn't obsessing over a straight guy. If he could just get Clayton off his trail then he'd be out of sight, out of mind.

The rough fuck session had failed to divert Clayton away from him. If anything, it had spurred him on, making him even more thirsty for him.

That's when an idea struck him like a thunder bolt. He came to a stop, wiping his brow and sitting down on a bench shaded by some oaks.

He leaned his arms on his knees and gazed up through the gaps in the trees to the sky above. A plane was leaving a white chemtrail across the blue of the sky, like a sharp incision - clean and neat.

As he watched the plane make its progression to its destination, he realised that he didn't have to make this messy. He didn't need to play around with Clayton's head or try to scare him off with mind games. All he had to do was be strategic, get straight to the point and give Clayton what he wanted. If a regular fuck buddy is what his housemate wanted then that's what he was going to supply to him. It just wasn't going to be him.

Mo smirked to himself. The devilish plan blossoming in his head like poison ivy sprouting through the undergrowth. He pulled out his phone and made a call to an old friend.

*****

Mo was in the kitchen towelling his hair dry after taking a long hot shower. He grabbed a protein drink from the fridge as Clayton walked in.

'Yo, bro, how're you? Feel like I haven't seen you in ages,' Clayton smiled, almost surprised to see his housemate in the flesh in almost a week.

'Heeeeey,' Mo smiled, trying to keep the sly grin from entering his expression. 'Yeah, dude, I've been kept busy with work. I've had an issue, but I think I've found the perfect solution...' He was practically giddy with excitement.

'Glad to hear it, man,' Clayton got some ingredients out of the fridge to start cooking his dinner.

'Sooooo,' Mo took a sip of his drink. 'I know we've sort of gotten into a regular schedule of messing around with each other, but I realised that I've been really depriving you of other experiences.'

'What do you mean?' Clayton didn't look up from the chopping board as he cut up pieces of chicken meat.

'Well, I know I'm incredible at sex, but I've plenty of gay male friends who are pretty great in the sac too. Not saying they're better or anything but... they're different. You might get something out of having some fun with them, find something new to enjoy. And I think it's important to get a broad range of experiences since you're new to all this gay... I mean sexual exploration stuff,' Mo let the words hang in the air.

'I'm not really following here,' Clayton had stopped chopping and peered up at Mo.

'What I mean to say is I think I've been hogging your hole and you might enjoy maybe fucking one of my friends. He's a top too, real pro at the stuff, goes to the gym regularly so he'd be a good fit for your tastes.'

'Oh,' Clayton stared back down at the chicken in front of him.

For a moment, Mo looked at his housemate in silence. He wasn't sure if he'd overestimated Clayton's sexual prowess. Was he hurt that he'd suggested fucking someone else? Had he read his feelings wrong? Was Clayton freaking out?

'Only if you want of course!' Mo added.

'I mean, yeah, I guess. I just hadn't really thought about messing around with other guys. I'm not... gay or anything.'

Mo took a beat. So much to unpack. Did Clayton just want to sleep with him for specific reasons? Romantic reasons? Or just out of convenience, plus not wanting to risk being caught and resulting in people thinking he was gay?

He decided to press on and stick to the original plan. Clayton's sexuality, whatever that was, was not his problem. He wanted Clayton out of his system, and off his trail.

'Nah, bro, my friend Jamie is cool. Fucks DL guys all the time. He's well used to keeping identities a secret. A real fuck-and-go kind of dude,' Mo explained. 'I can bring him over one evening and we can see if you click? He's got a great big cock, will have you cumming like crazy. Hey, look, I can join and we can have fun all three of us if you like? So you're comfortable. What do you say? We can always call it quits if you're not into it, no pressure at all, dude,' Mo was laying it on thick, blasting him with convincing info to hammer it home.

Clayton looked uncertain, as if rolling the idea around and around in his head. But upon hearing about Jamie's big cock that would have him cumming, something seemed to click in his demeanor - a temptation to feel more pleasure like he had received from Mo.

'Fuck it, yeah, sure. What the hell, it can't hurt to try new things!' he said finally, turning to Mo with an excited expression..

'Perfect, I'll organise everything,' Mo returned a reassuring smile, the cogs turning in his head.

*****

'Ok, Jamie is nearly here. Nervous?' Mo asked Clayton as they sat in their living room.

Clayton blew out his cheeks and exhaled. 'A bit, I've never been with another guy besides you.'

'No need to be, Jamie's really chill. He'll take good care of you.'

'That's cool,' Clayton stared into space in front of him. He tapped his foot with nervous excitement.

Mo could tell the straight jock was at risk of taking flight. He couldn't blame him. Clayton'd only ever been with him, someone he'd been housemates with for years. He knew him inside out. Jamie was a complete stranger so fucking him was a big step. Mo needed to ensure he walked his straight housemate through the process, or else he'd back out and he'd be stuck with him for life.

'Again, it's whatever you feel comfortable with, no pressure to do anything,' Mo reassured him.

Clayton nodded and took a few breaths. It seemed to relax him.

The doorbell suddenly rang and Mo sprang to his feet, letting in Jamie.

'Yo, you must be Clayton?' Jamie went over to shake the straight jock's hand. The man stood well over six foot, all muscle and deathly handsome with a big beaming smile. Even Mo looked small in comparison.

'Nice to meet you,' Clayton stood to shake his hand, unusually coy for the confident jock.

'Dude you're shaking, don't be scared,' Jamie laughed. 'We're all here for a good time. Plus you're cute as fuck so I'll take care you, promise, man,' Jamie tussled Clayton's hair and held his cheek sweetly. 'Damn, Mo, you never said your housemate looked so delicious.'

'He surely is,' Mo chimed in.

At this Clayton blushed and seemed calm down, happy that they were breaking the ice with some humour. 'Haha thanks,' he gazed up at the large, yet kind gay men who towered above him.

'Let's get cracking eh?' Jamie clapped his hands together.

'No time like the present,' Mo led them to the bedroom.

*****

The three men had undressed and were standing in Mo's room naked.

'Why don't you come over here and show us how good that mouth of yours is. Mo's been singing your praises,' Jamie gestured for Clayton to join Mo and him where they stood, long dicks dangling between their legs.

Clayton complied, padding over nervously, but he had to admit his eyes widened as he looked at the two buff men with their big cocks. He was used to seeing Mo in all his naked glory, but standing beside Jamie, the pair made a sight to behold.

Jamie was a giant compared to the average height of Clayton. Even as he stood their body relaxed, his muscles bulged and seemed like they'd almost burst forth from under his skin.

Clayton gulped as he knelt before the two men, glancing up at their faces as they towered over him, looking down at him on his knees on the floor.

'Aren't you adorable,' Jamie leaned down and patted Clayton's head, cupping his cheek and rubbing a thumb across the straight jock's face.

Clayton felt goosebumps run across his skin. He was so unused to the touch of another man besides Mo. Is this what it feels like with every new guy? He thought.

'Hey, I've got a trick,' Jamie announced, pulling Mo forward so their crotches were at eye level with Clayton. He grabbed his own dick as well as Mo's and plopped them onto Clayton's face.

Both men burst into jovial laughter as they looked at their large dicks covering all of Clayton's face. He was totally blocked from view.

'That just goes to show how enormous our cocks are, and how dainty our little straight jock here is,' he chuckled.

Clayton felt himself blush over the humorous exchange, but truth be told he was in heavenly bliss. He closed his eyes and breathed in, arching his back as he felt the soft foreskin of both dicks rubbing against his face. He inhaled, smelling the strong whiff of musk from the crotches. A moan escaped his throat.

'Looks like you're enjoying it down there,' Mo noted, nudging Clayton's hardening erection with his foot.

'So he is,' Jamie smiled. 'Well, we won't tease him any further. Enjoy your treat, Clayton,' Jamie swung his dick and slapped Clayton's mouth.

The straight jock took the hint and stuck his tongue out, allowing the large man to whack his cock head on the tongue. A wet smacking filled the air.

Mo joined in too and soon Clayton was licking the head of the two dicks that pointed towards him. By now they were sticking straight in front, hard and to attention.

The two large men rocked their hips back and forth, pushing their dicks into Clayton's wide mouth.

'Can you take two?' Mo asked.

'Uh-huh,' Clayton nodded, before opening his mouth further.

The two men took this as an invitation to move further. The wide girths of their dicks pressed Clayton's lips wide. He gobbled up the shafts as best he could, but could only take them to about halfway, his mouth unable to take that much real estate.

Jamie held the back of Clayton's head as he lightly fucked the mouth, getting pleasure from the inside of the straight jock's mouth as well as from the friction with Mo's dick beside his own.

'That mouth is so fucking good,' Jamie threw his head back.

'What did I tell you?' Mo smirked, fist-bumping his friend.

Clayton continued to kneel before them, drool hanging from his mouth as two dicks fucked his mouth. His dick stuck straight ahead of him, hard.

Mo tried to act cavalier, seeing this as just another one of his fuck sessions with his gym bros. He frequently tag teamed twinks or bottoms with Jamie and his other friends, acting all fuckboy and macho. But, in this instance, something in his gut made him want to make sure Clayton was ok, that he was safe, protected.

He had to shake his head to get the thoughts out of his head. The plan was going well. He just needed to let Jamie and Clayton hit it off and then he could back away and finally escape from the grips of the straight jock.

'Mmmm, ok, enough of that hole. I want to play with your other one. Mo, you fuck his mouth while I fuck his ass,' Jamie pulled his dick out of Clayton's mouth. 'Lie on the bed, get comfy,' he ordered.

Clayton complied, pulling off of Mo's dick. He got onto the bed on his back as Jamie positioned himself by his ass, pushing Clayton's legs into the air so they rested on his shoulders.

Mo came over and put his dick back into Clayton's mouth, fucking it lightly as he watched Jamie begin to press inside Clayton.

The straight jock took an intake of breath as he took the big dick, much more sizable than Mo's, which was saying something. Clayton cried out in pain as he was unused to the large size, even with his dildos.

'It's alright, just breathe,' Mo told him, looking down at his housemate as he stroked his face. 'Go easy, Jamie,' he looked over to his gym mate.

'Ahh, he can take it, see,' Jamie nodded to Clayton who had settled down, so he pressed on further.

Clayton's legs shook, but he seemed to be handling the pressure in his hole.

Soon Jamie was fucking him deep, picking up the pace to thrust inside, filling up the straight jock's hole.

Clayton cried out in pleasure, pushing back up the bed with every thrust from the giant of a man plowing into him.

Mo moved his hips back and forth, getting pleasure from Clayton's mouth every time his mouth moved with the rhythm of Jamie's fucking. Jamie was never one for subtlety. As a much larger than life character, In more ways than one.

Mo was enjoying Clayton's mouth, but admittedly he was distracted by the scene before him. His gym mate fucking his housemate. He had been the one to set this whole thing up, and it looked like it was working. Clayton was blushing with pleasure like a bottom in dick heaven, and Jamie was enjoying using his hole. Soon Clayton would be off his trail and on to Jamie's. Clearly, he had a more impressive dick and way of topping.

Yet, something within Mo was bothering him. He couldn't put his finger on it. Why was seeing Clayton being rammed by another guy as slightly odd? Maybe because he thought of Clayton as straight? Maybe they were too close for comfort?

He ran the questions around in his head. He'd never had any issues tag teaming guys with Jamie before. They'd never felt anything other than sexual gratification. Then, why did it bother him to see Jamie fucking his housemate. His straight jock. His Clayton.

And then it hit him: it was jealousy.

The world seemed to turn on its axis, and he had an out of body experience. He wanted to be the one between Clayton's legs. He wanted to be the one inside Clayton. He wanted to be fucking his straight jock. And he didn't want any other guy fucking him.

The realisation hit him like a truck. He just wanted... Clayton.

To be his.

Mo came back into the room and realised he had stepped back from the other two, his dick plopping from Clayton's mouth and drooping between his own legs.

He watched as Jamie continued to fuck Clayton, pulling back far before thrusting his lower half against the straight jock, his hips smacking against Clayton's ass, causing the clapping sound of sex to fill the air. All the while, Clayton moaned and tossed his head at the dick pulling out and entering him, again and again. Crying out with sheer abandon at the pleasure of bottoming.

Mo could all but watch, intrigued and horrified at what he had done, pairing up the only bigger fuckboy than himself with his impressionable curious housemate, who he had just realised he had strong romantic feelings for. His feelings soon turned to rage and sadness at what should've been his, but all he could do was stand, feet planted on the carpet, as the two finished out their fuck session. There was no way he could tear the two from one another with the sexual joy they were experiencing. He zoned it all out, unable to take it anymore.

Mo only returned to reality when he heard the shouts of their climaxes. Jamie came, unloading his seed deep inside Clayton's hole, while the straight jock came with a shuddering of his body, depositing his cum on his chest.

'Thanks for setting this up, mate,' Jamie said, finally looking up at Mo as he pulled out of Clayton.

'Yeah, thanks, man. I think we've found a match made in heaven. Such a great fuck,' Clayton laughed, rolling his eyes in pleasure.

'I'm deffo gonna fucking that ass again,' Jamie gave Clayton a light pat on the chest. And they both smiled at each other.

All Mo could do was stare at the two, as if he were outside the scene looking in, wanting something that he had just given away. It was too late. He'd lost his straight jock.