I just got back to my dorm after cheer practice and took a shower. Today's practice was shorter than normal, but that was ok, gave me more time to myself. Sometimes things could get rather exhausting. Juggling schoolwork, gym time, study time, cheerleader practice, plus all the events I went to, not to mention time to hang out with my friends and time to spend with my boyfriend! Sometimes it was a wonder how I managed it all, but times like this, when I could just relax, were always nice.
I put on a towel and lay in bed texting my boyfriend. "Just got out of the shower, going to chill now. How was your day?" I texted him. He quickly responded, "not great. I ran into Barrett again."
Barrett again, huh. Barrett was some school jock who liked acting all big and tough; he often bullied the smaller guys. Recently, though, he's been picking on my boyfriend, and I didn't care for it.
"I don't get what his beef is with you. He shouldn't be picking on you like that." I texted my bf, feeling rather annoyed. I was mainly annoyed that Barrett kept picking on my boyfriend, but I was also partially annoyed that my boyfriend kept letting it happen...
"Easy for you to say. No one picks on the popular girl." My boyfriend responded. We've been dating since freshman year of high school, and he always insisted I was super popular and he's just a nobody.
I mean, sure, I've always been a cheerleader and knew pretty much everybody at school, and got invited to all the fun parties. But it's not like he was just some nobody; he simply didn't get around quite as much as I did.
"You know, enough is enough," I texted him, getting thoroughly annoyed as I got up and began changing. "I am going to talk to Barrett." Honestly, this was a little silly. We're in college, why is my boyfriend just letting himself get bullied like some little kid?
"Babe, please don't," he texted back, but I ignored him and headed out. I knew where Barrett would be at this time anyway. I left my dorm and headed over to the gym where Barrett would be. He didn't go to the gym on campus like everybody else. No, he went to a gym a little further away that was smaller and hardly anyone ever went to, for whatever reason.
I got there, and sure enough, there was no one else but him. Not even an employee at the front counter. This seemed so silly; today was so annoying. I stormed right up to him, "hey Barrett, I need to talk to you."
Barrett put down his weights and looked over at me. He was wearing dark workout shorts and a grey undershirt. "Oh, little miss popular suddenly wants to talk to me? Damn wonder what I did to deserve this!" He laughed at his own stupid joke, which I'm sure he found funny for whatever reason.
I stood in front of him and put my hands on my hips. "You need to leave my boyfriend alone," I said plainly, and he paused, seeming shocked. "Wait your here to defend your boyfriend?" He laughed loudly, and I felt my face getting a little red. "You're dating some little boy who can't stand up for himself and needs to send his girlfriend over to defend him!?"
I rolled my eyes. "It's not funny, just stop picking on him. You're a grown ass adult." Barrett stopped laughing and thought it over. "I mean, yeah, but so is he, isn't he? I don't mess with actual children. But ok, alright, I'll bite. Who even is your boyfriend?"
"Joey," I said, not bothering to elaborate. Was Barrett being serious right now? "Joey?" He said with a snicker. "No, I don't think so. That kid is the definition of pathetic. How he bagged a hottie like you is beyond me."
"I'm not kidding around, you need to stop," I said, my anger slowly rising. Barrett thought it over for a moment, and he very obviously began looking me up and down. "Look, you can't make me stop, and I won't stop messing with someone who is clearly so pathetic. But hey, he got you somehow, so maybe he's better than me at something. Couldn't be looks or charm, and you can't convince me otherwise on those. Can't be strength or endurance; the man clearly never works out. Maybe he's got a big ass dick for you to ride?"
I rolled my eyes. "I'm not discussing my boyfriend's cock with you." Barrett raised his hands and laughed, "oh no, nothing like that. I was just thinking, though, maybe that's it. Maybe he's actually a total beast when it comes to sex. I mean, I could definitely respect that. Unfortunately, there's no real way for me to know. So I won't stop messing with him. Sorry."
I rolled my eyes again. This was all just so silly. Why couldn't Joey just stand up for himself? All Barrett would need is a little show of strength. "How can I convince you to stop?" I asked, frowning, Barrett was right after all. I couldn't force him to stop; I needed him to agree to stop.
"Look, I'll assume Joey's one trait is pleasing you in bed. So, unless you want to let me fuck you and prove that I can't please you, there's not much else that'll convince me. If I can't please you but he can, then hey, I guess he really is secretly a beast, and as I said, I'll have to respect that. I'll leave him alone, shit, I'll even talk good about him!"
Barrett laughed, and I sighed. Everyone knew Barrett. We all knew Barrett could be a bit of a jerk, but he was honest. He really meant it. If I let him fuck me and remained unimpressed, he would leave Joey alone.
I looked away and bit my lips. The other option was for Joey to stand on his own. We've been dating since freshman year of high school. I knew he didn't like confrontation. I pinched the base of my nose; this was all so agitating.
"I'm not cheating on my boyfriend," I said. "Whoa, hey, nobody said anything about cheating," Barrett was quick to say. "Look, the gym is empty, and nobody will be here for a few hours. You prove Joey is better than me at something I can respect, and nobody has to know how it happened. All anyone knows is that I decided to leave Joey alone. Hell, you can be the hero and say you talked me down. Whatever, you ain't cheating. Just proving a point."
That was some bad logic. But then again, it was Barrett; I'm sure it made sense in his twisted head somehow. "No one will know," I asked, and Barrett put his hand on his chest. "No one will know how you convinced me."
I sighed. I could kill my boyfriend. "Fine, whatever, let's just be quick about it," I finally gave in. I wanted this all to stop, and we could get an end to it right here and now, so be it. I turned around and saw that Barrett had already taken his shorts off, his long cock now exposed and in his hand.
The cock was soft, but already it was longer than Joey's cock when hard. I blushed and looked away quickly, ok wait, maybe this was a bad idea. Barrett came right up to me and cupped my boobs, groping me as he leaned in.
"Well now, a deal's a deal. You could back out, but seeing as you only got a look at my cock if you leave, I'll safely assume you knew you'd lose." Barrett was right, I couldn't just suddenly back down. We never did say what would happen if I couldn't get him to leave Joey alone.
"A deal's a deal. So go ahead, try to show me some pleasure," I said, practically growling in frustration. "First, let's get you comfortable," Barrett smiled as he grabbed me and laid me down on one of the weight-lifting machines.
The machine had no weights on it as he lay me on my back. He moved his cock right in front of my face, and I tried to calm my nerves. His cock resting on my face felt so thick and heavy. I wasn't sure if it was completely hard yet, but it must be at least 8 inches so far. Here's hoping that's as big as it gets.
"Open up," Barrett commanded in a deep voice, his hand gripping my throat as I opened my mouth. I closed my eyes and felt him begin to push his cock into my mouth. It was definitely thicker than my boyfriend's.
He pushed it down deeper into my throat, and I opened my eyes wide as I found myself struggling to get it all the way down. Barrett put a hand on my body to keep me down as he pushed in deeper and deeper. I could feel his cock bulging in my throat as I struggled more and more. He went all the way down until his entire cock was down my throat, my lips at his base as I squirmed in place.
"Oh fuck, your mouth is good. God, your boyfriend must be something special to keep you. Oh, wait, Joey. Hmmm, isn't that the same kid you were dating in high school? I wonder, is he all that special, or is he just the only guy you've ever had?"
As he spoke, Barrett pulled up my shirt and my bra to expose my tits. He groped them, squeezing and playing with them with both hands as he began to thrust back and forth. As he did, his cock began to grow more; it seems he wasn't fully hard yet!
As his cock pushed in and out, and I felt it growing more while inside my throat, I began to squirm in place even more. That only encouraged Barrett to play rougher with my tits, though.
I could feel the drool running down my face as my eyes rolled back, my body arching as my hands gripped the edges of the machine. My legs kicked out as I gagged loudly. As he kept using my throat, it slowly became harder and harder to focus my thoughts. My mind was getting blurry as his strong hands held me down.
"Such a good little slut" he moaned softly as he began to move faster. I couldn't even respond, I just lay there as he fucked my throat, unable to control myself as I felt myself getting soaking wet.
He kept going, moving faster and faster as the minutes passed by, and my thoughts became unfocused. I forgot what I had come here to do; I had forgotten why I was in this situation. Barrett began grunting as he began to slow down. He pushed his cock all the way in and kept it there as he began to cum down my throat.
Load after load, he pumped down my throat. Forcing me to swallow every last drop as my body suddenly became lax and almost limp. All my thoughts melted away as he kept on cumming. So much delicious cum...
It took a while for him to finish, and he didn't let me go until he was done. Once he finished, though, he pulled away. As soon as his cock left my mouth, I let out a loud moan, followed by gasping and panting for air.
I rolled to my side and almost fell off, though Barrett caught me and gently lowered me to the ground. I could just faintly see him smiling as he sat me up. He leaned in, his cock pressed against my tits as he whispered, "we haven't even fucked. But tell me, did that please you?"
I tried to respond but couldn't form any words. I just moaned out, my mind hazy and unable to focus. My body felt better than it ever had before. "I thought so. I'll keep picking on that pathetic little boyfriend of yours. Anytime you want to try to prove his worth, you can come find me. We didn't get to finish after all."
He laughed as he let me go, and I sat there moaning absently, my pussy soaked, my stomach full like I had just eaten a full meal...