He blocked my way and had me trapped between himself and the wall.Įven though he whispered that into my ear, it felt loud enough as I scanned the rest of the gym. Taking that as my cue to leave the gym, however, I was stopped by his beefy arm as I was passing by him. He gave a stern look at me before proceeding to approach me. The final nail in the coffin was when he caught me admiring as he was wiping sweat off his chest. I, on the other hand, wasn’t very social and his target when he wasn’t busy unloading his ammo, pumping in the gym or carrying his team on his well defined back. Girls flocked to him, despite him being ruthless and having record body counts. His name was Jake, the typical jock in my class. No guilt haunts me after nor did I question if it was moral. He wasn’t really my first partner, I had a girlfriend before him, or at least this body I merged with, had. Since then, we have had private sessions at my place. The bottled up lust within us was released. Though it was just for a few minutes, it felt like a long lost conversation, that has been kept hidden and secret, being finally brought up. I desire to be him, to be brave enough to show my true self. I moaned as he pumped his hand up and down along my rod. I tried to keep my cool but my dick began to erect. Then one day, out of the blue, he went to hold my flaccid dick from behind, he confessed that he was into me. We trained at the gym and even showered together. I'm not going to let him replace me just yet. Him being the next captain had garnered backlash with the rest of the team. He is the newest member by far, his inexperience is reflected during practices. However, I soon regretted my decision as it was made in the heat of the moment. While I’ve been waiting for someone like you to come into my life.Ĭan’t believe this himbo is going to be the next captain of the baseball team, even though I was the one who had appointed him to be it. I still can’t believe the captain of the baseball team is a closet bi. How does it taste, John? Any difference from what I am able to offer with my sack. While my right arm helped to prop myself up, Spilling out more of mine right into John’s mouth. I held my hold on John’s neck, resting my arm on top of John's right pec. John’s eyes were closed as he let his imagination ran wide. Being choked and pinned down on the couch by my grip on his throat, John couldn’t help moving his lower body in response, almost grazing my package. John welcomed my saliva, catching it with his tongue.