This choice: Nina jumps out of the car, leaving Caleb hard, blue balled and late for PE • Go Back... Caleb relaxed back into his seat, feeling Nina’s warm hand around the head of his cock for the very first time. His huge arms relax, filling the center console on one side and crushing into the door on the other.
He mentally soaked in her features as his bright blue eyes rolled back, creating various fantasies of what she was about to do for him. What would that rigidly straight, unnaturally platinum blonde hair look like as she invited his growing manhood deeper into her throat? What could that thin, toned, cheerleading frame do behind the wheel of his swelling testosterone? Or maybe he should throttle his long shaft between those firm C cups while flicking---
“See you in class!” a muffled voice sneered, followed by a slam.
Caleb came to. Nina triumphantly strolled away, leaving him alone and, for the first time in a long time-- ashamed.
Caleb hated this old feeling raging inside of him. All of his pleasure replaced by bitter embarrassment. He slammed an arm down, directly into the center console, rattling the car. His already short sleeve polo thinned as it tried to stretch even further around his flexed arm.
Although the pleasure was gone, his enormous penis needed more time to reach a size where he could stuff it back into his boxer briefs. He was cocky, but an exhibitionist? Caleb had never given it that much thought. Instead he dwelled on the last few moments in the car:
What had he done wrong? “She was enjoying it right?” he questioned.
“What else can I do? Who else looks this good? Who else could make her feel as good as I would!?”
Caleb muscles instinctively tensed, filling even more of the already small space. He felt his clothes constrict around every bulge.
His mind continued to shout cries of self-doubt as his enormous rod deflated. Well, it may no longer have been stiff, but it was still as thick as a glass bottle. As Caleb carefully adjusted himself back together, he heard the first bell ring across the car-filled parking lot.
Anger flared again. “Get’s me all worked up and now makes me late for class!”
“This is just not your day,” an acidic voice distantly echoed. Caleb may not have heard Xan’s sneer, but he felt it.
He stormed into the the school, his shoes painfully tight as he strode passed the office. A plump, middled aged secretary called through the open door.
“Caleb Johnson!”
Caleb fumed, but stopped in the middle of the open lobby. The voice called out again from the office, “Star quarterback or no, you’re late and the rule’s the rule.”
Caleb took a few, heavy steps, landing menacingly in front of the stout woman. She might have been a cheerleader in her day, if she were a hundred pounds lighter. But now, her body looks form fitted to that chair.
“Give this to your first period teacher,” she said, handing up a yellow sheet of paper.
His thick hand immediately crushed the flimsy carbon paper, barely missing the secretary’s own fingers. If she noticed his arm swell threateningly, she didn’t let on. He turned to leave, but her voice caught him again.
“Oh, and Caleb.”
He waited.
“Good luck this Friday! Homecoming is always a special time. Especially for a star quarterback who has never lost,” she finished sweetly.
Caleb softened a bit and strode off.
The locker room was empty by the time Caleb arrived to dress out. Instant relief came when Caleb pulled his shoes off. He rubbed the feeling back into them, happy they were finally free.
And now that one part of his body was free, the rest demanded the same. Caleb had dismissed how tight his pants and polo were until this moment and now needed to get out of them. The shorts were easy enough. He eased each leg around his bulging quads, past his tight, diamond shaped calves and off his ankles. The polo was going to be a bit tougher. Caleb crossed his thick arms, grabbing the bottom of his shirt on either side and tried to pull up in one fluid motion. The thickness of his muscles instantly slowed him down as each bulged larger and larger getting in the others way. The narrow paint chipped lockers stared at the struggling quarterback with unblinking, narrow eyes.
Finally, after several shimmies, his body was free. Well, almost free. The bulge in his light blue boxer briefs was always a bit excessive, but his manhood was really thick today. From above, his strapped manhood easily hid a section of the narrow wooden bench in between the two rows of tall wall lockers. His shaft thickly wrapped off over one leg while his balls easily filled the center pouch. They too were begging to be freed, and Caleb obliged.
Finally, all he had left were his white ankle socks and the glory that was his 6 foot 8 inch, 260 pound body. "And she denied this?" his temper suddenly flared.
When his eyes came back into focus, Caleb saw his nude reflection in one of the large locker room mirrors. Even he was impressed with his form. The harsh fluorescent lighting accentuated every bulging curve. Even small strands of muscle rippled to life like an undertow as he flexed his chest and arms. "She denied this?" His temper waned into incredulity.
Caleb thought he looked even better than he did yesterday, if that was possible. All of his muscles looked extra pumped and a bit leaner than the day before. His cock swung hefty between his thighs, throbbing at bit at his own visage.
He was the alpha. Caleb knew it. Caleb liked it. And Nina could suck it.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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