Shawn and his roommate chapter Seven Being Saturday, neithe..

Shawn and his roommate chapter Seven Being Saturday, neither Shawn or Austin had classes and football season was over with. Austin would normally spend it with Beth but thanks to Wilbur that was no longer possible. After Coach Janicki finished sucking off the three nerds and obediently swallowing their cum, he was allowed to redress in his tight polo shirt and khakis shorts from the night before and left with Kramer and Les. The two nerds were laughing on their way out the door while they instructed the muscle bound Coach that he was going to take them to the mall to buy each of them a new gaming console. He merely grunted in agreement as they slapped his big muscular ass. Around noon, a delivery man dropped off some boxes from Beth. “I have some boxes for Austin,” the muscular dark-haired delivery man spoke when Wilbur opened the door. Wilbur smiled as his eyes traveled down his tight muscular body, especially to the delivery guy’s thick legs in the uniform shorts. “Austin get in here,” Wilbur turned his head and yelled for the quarterback. The muscular delivery man’s eyes widened as Austin walked out of the other room naked with his cockcage around his deflated cock, “I have a package, I mean delivery, for you.” Wilbur smirked. He didn’t know who was more embarrassed, Austin or the delivery guy. Both turned red. Austin quickly put his large hands over his exposed cock, “fuck.” Wilbur then noticed the bulge in the delivery guy’s shorts. He was about their age, and Wilbur found him very fuckable. “Austin, get over here and take your package from this nice man,” Wilbur smiled at the new stud. The delivery stud watched the big strong muscle stud meekly walk toward him and bent down to pick up the boxes. At this time Shawn came out of the other room and froze in place when he saw someone was at the door. The delivery man couldn’t believe that there were two hot, muscle bound studs naked except for metal cock cages around their cocks. They were both the biggest guys he had ever seen, shredded muscles on top of muscles. “What your name,” his attention was turned back to Wilbur. “Matt,” he answered while staring at Shawn and Austin. Wilbur loved how Matt’s Adam apple bounced as he nervously swallowed. The nerd then brazenly reached out and gripped Matt’s cock through his shorts. “I better go, ooh, mmm,” Matt closed his eyes and moaned. His cock was so hard as the skinny nerd stroked it through his shorts and boxers. Matt opened his eyes again and looked at the two muscle bound studs before him. He never saw two guys that built and so submissive acting to a guy half of their size. Wilbur moved his hand around Matt’s shoulders, guiding him inside. “Shawn, Austin, make our guest comfortable. Get down on your knees,” Wilbur instructed as he led Matt over to a chair. Shawn and Austin hesitated briefly. Matt saw the look of humiliation and fear in their eyes. Oddly though Matt found himself more turned on. When Matt took the seat, both Shawn and Austin knelt before him and their large hands undid his shorts. Matt was breathing heavily as the two muscle studs pulled his throbbing cock from his underwear and they both started to take turns licking and sucking on it. As their sexy mouths took turns wrapping around his cock, Wilbur stood behind Matt and rubbed his shoulders. He worked his hands into Matt’s shirt, pulling it open and revealing the delivery guy’s smooth pecs and well defined abs. Matt was in heaven. He put his hands behind Shawn’s and Austin’s heads guiding each jock on and off his cock, while the skinny nerd was running his hands down the chisel torso while gently nibbling on his thick neck. Matt had spent his entire life hiding the fact that he was gay. He spent all of his free time working out and being masculine and macho to conceal the truth about himself. Now all of his forbidden fantasies are coming true. Matt smirked at the two large muscles studs as he fucked their willing mouths. He stood up but continued to pull Shawn and Austin on and off his cock. As he stood, his shorts and underwear fell to his feet. Wilbur smiled at the smooth, muscle packed ass before him. The marble like glutes were flexing as Matt thrusted in and out of the jock slaves mouths. The ass was breathtaking, a sculpted work of art. Wilbur gripped each chisel glute in his hands, causing Matt to moan. Matt pulled his cock from Shawn’s mouth and began to slap Shawn’s and Austin’s faces with it, before pushing into Austin’s waiting mouth. Wilbur then worked a finger between the granite like cheeks and into Matt’s virgin hole. Matt was so turned on that the sensation of having a finger probing and stroking his inside was too much. He pulled his cock from Austin’s mouth and began to jerk off feverishly. “Oh, Fffuck,” Matt cried out as he sprayed both Austin and Shawn’s face. After Matt came down from his orgasm high, the reality of what he did came back to him. “I’m sorry, I have to go,” Matt nervously pulled up his shorts. “Come back, soon,” Wilbur called out, while trying to hold back laughter as Matt stormed from the apartment. Wilbur turned back to the two jocks kneeling before him. Their handsome masculine faces were covered in cum, and Wilbur laughed harder. Later when Austin opened the boxes that were delivered, he found his clothes and belongings shredded and ruined by an upset Beth. He had no clothes to wear. Later in the day Wilbur decided that they were going to workout. He instructed Shawn and Austin to shower and get ready. They knew there was no use fighting anymore. Shawn and Austin obediently got into the shower and began to wash and shave each other. Neither said a word as they soaped up their smooth muscular bodies. Both were humiliated as their cocks were pressing against the confining cages. Shawn was the first to pull away from Austin’s body. He couldn’t understand his growing feelings toward Austin. Wilbur was making him more a willing faggot each day. When his eyes met Austin’s, the quarterback was looking back at him. The tough, often obnoxious, jock leaned forward and kissed Shawn. Shawn didn’t pull away. As the water cascaded over each other’s body, the two jocks began to make out. The two jocks were unaware that live steam cameras were installed in the shower. Wilbur was sitting at his computer in his bedroom watching his jock slaves, kissing and making outing the freshcollegemeat and jocksluts websites. The nerd gripped his long thick cock and jerking off at the hot scene playing out in the other room. He knew they were making him a fortune. When they finally emerged from the bathroom, they found that Wilbur had set out their workout clothes on the bed for them. It was two pairs of jockstraps, oversized stringers, and two pairs of black spandex booty shorts. “We can’t wear those. We would look like sluts,” Shawn held up the booty shorts. Wilbur merely smiles and then presses his cellphone. Shawn dropped the shorts as a spasm of pleasure shot from his prostate up his spine to his brain. His knees felt like jelly as they buckled causing him to grip the bed. However, as his cock hardened it his pleasure was replaced with discomfort. “Ooo, please stop,” Shawn cried out. Wilbur let go of the button on the phone screen, “now, get dressed.”