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The Star Player Part 05
🕑 Added 2019-08-21 03:05:28 +0000 UTCTyler was starting to get nervous. He had to pull the seat in his truck forward and then adjust his mirrors. Even walking down campus he could see other people looking at him. It was more because he was nervous and wearing clothes a good size or two too big for him. Not to mention how he would slip out of his shoes and have to double back to pick them up. He held his shorts up tightly, too afraid that they would fall down. But to him what was most important was how just thinking about Hunter was getting him hard.
His entire car ride home was him desperately trying to think about anything other than the large muscular basketball player who had been in his face. They were mere inches away from each other. A lean forward and their lips could have touched. A shudder went down his spine. “Shit,” he cursed as the person behind him honked for being stopped at a green light.
“You’ve got to stop this!” he shouted at himself. It was just too hard. “Sierra. Think about Sierra.” He paused in the apartment’s garage. “Right! Sierra!” Desperately he tried dialing her number. “C’mon… C’mon…” he repeated over and over. Each ring was another hit to his ego. She should pick up on the first ring. “Fuck.” It went to voice mail. His hand hovered over the redial button but the rejection was still a bit too much.
“Probably just on her period,” he muttered under his breath. However, a thought about one of his exes calling him a selfish lover instantly shot through his head. “Stop it…” he opened the door he looked down realizing just how high up his truck was. “Shit…” an almost fearful groan exited him as he wouldn’t be able to just step outside the truck anymore. “Just get up to your apartment. That’s all you have to do…”
The walk to the elevator felt so much further than it usually was. His steps weren’t nearly as long and he had to make sure his clothes didn’t fall off him as he did so. Passing the security desk he was reminded about his shrinking body. The desk didn’t feel as far down as it had been. “Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it.” It was starting to become a chant as he stepped into the elevator. “Just get home. That’s all you need to do…”
“Can you hold the—“ one of his neighbors said but he’d already stuck his arm through the door to keep it from closing. A little dangerous but the elevator wasn’t buzzing yet. “Thanks,” he smiled a bit out of breath. The man was holding a large box in his hands.
“No problem,” Tyler replied fully aware he didn’t do anything.
The man looked him up and down. “That a new style? I just don’t think I can keep up anymore. So many different changing fashions so quick and it’s just so confusing,” he laughed to himself as he said it. “Honestly, someone like you should just wear clothes that fit you. It’d probably make you look a lot better too.”
“Thanks…” Tyler said. But deep down, he was pissed. He was trying his best to hold his anger back. As he looked over at the other guy he couldn’t be more than 5’9” maybe 5’10” and they were eye level. As the elevator came to his floor he exited without saying anything. He quickly went to his apartment and slammed the door shut. The guy in the elevator probably said something but he didn’t care.
His mind shot back to his phone. Should he try Sierra again? See what she says or just drop it? Part of him wanted to talk to her but he didn’t know why. Even if she was a real good fuck, he never tried to develop feelings for any of the girls he was with. But right now he was struggling over whether or not to call her. She always picked up her phone right away. Something was different. She went to her FaceSpace to try to figure out what she might be doing.
However a slight horror went through him as he saw picture after picture with Hunter dangling his arms around her neck. There were so many pictures of the two together he just didn’t know what was going on. His large lithe but muscular body draped over her more feminine one. He felt an odd compulsion to just keep looking at picture after picture of the two together. Reading the captions like, ‘so happy together,’ ‘just another pleasant day at the beach,’ and ‘can’t believe I have such a good boyfriend.’
When they were together she never did stuff like that. Her FaceSpace was still full of pictures of her smiling but these were more genuine. A bright full toothed smile, even some candid ones as Hunter had clearly snuck up behind her and tickled her sides.
“I wish that was me…” Tyler stared blankly at the numerous photos of the couple together. His hand had trailed down between his legs as he scrolled through a few more photos. Some of them were of them working out together. They flexed their arms for the camera. Obviously Hunter was bigger. Then a picture of the two lying in bed staring up taking a cute picture together. Then one of them on the beach with their hair all wet and Hunter right behind her dangling the long arms over her shoulders. Without thinking his shorts had already dropped to the floor.
“Damn I wish that was me…” Tyler’s hand started to move faster as he stared at the strong muscular arms effortless holding the woman against his body. His body was positioned perfectly behind her allowing the image a bit more up to his imagination. He could follow the trail of Hunter’s wide lats as they trailed behind his curves. Any part of his swim trunks were cut from the picture allowing him all the more artistic liberty.
“I wish… Damn… I wish…” Tyler’s mind was fogging over with the power of his lust. It was all he could think about as his hand moved faster and faster. A finger slowly drifted to his backside as he thought about it more. “Damn…” he put a little bit more pressure on it. “I wish…” His finger tickled it slightly. “I wish…” he pushed harder. “I wish…” it went in.
The sensation was more than he could imagine as he wiggled it inside himself. He never knew he could feel this way before as it seemed to tickle his insides ever so slightly. Moving it back and forth just felt all the better. ‘If only I had those long strong fingers…’ Tyler’s mind went back to Hunter’s long hands as they grasped Sierra’s breast. To be in that soft but commanding hold. ‘Or his dick…’
It was too much for him as he felt his dick pull back and anus tighten around his finger. Thinking about his long hard cock digging deep inside him easily sent him over. All at once he felt himself unload several times onto the computer and desk in front of him. The post jack off high seemed to be sticking with him a little bit longer than usual as he slowly slid down in his chair. His finger had been taken out of his asshole and he slowly started to realize what he had just done. On a conscious level he was pissed at himself. But deep down it was better than he could have possibly imagined.
His phone buzzed and it was a message from Sierra. ‘Did you need anything?’
Tyler’s heart started to race as he wondered what she was doing. He scrolled through Sierra’s FaceSpace again looking at all the semi lewd pictures of the two together. The lusty haze wasn’t clouding his mind anymore and he could rationally see what he had been looking at. It was crazy just how much they were able to get away with as long as a penis or a ‘female presenting nipple’ wasn’t present. He found himself hitting the refresh button and seeing a new picture added with Hunter and Sierra in bed. The covers were pulled over their body. Tyler couldn’t help but think that they had to be naked under there. Or maybe he just wished that. But then he read the caption. ‘Betcha wish you had a boyfriend like me,’ with several laughing emojis behind it.
