Sunday Service

This is a commission piece for somebody on the Legendary Tier.

Part 1 of 2

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

It was ferociously hot out on the day my life changed. Most people had taken to finding shelter in the shade, but those brave enough, mainly the college athletes, were lounging around, mostly shirtless, on the football pitch, lazily throwing a ball around and basking under the rays.

From where I was sitting, I had a perfect view. Dale Reynolds lay on the grass with one muscular arm propping him up. He was the most handsome guy in the college, followed closely by the rest of the wrestling team who were gathered around him. Some of their girlfriends were there, too, and I couldn’t help but imagine what their lives must be like.

How did it feel to be the girlfriend of some of the hottest guys in existence? What must it have been like to feel those dudes inside them? The fantasies had plagued me since the very first day I laid eyes on them, and they hadn’t stopped since.

Unfortunately for me, I was an eighteen year old guy, and despite the fact that I was relatively cute, I still had a cock between my legs, and something told me that the guys from the wrestling team had no interest in that.

As I fantasised about what my life would be like had I just been born a girl, I watched Nick Cutler, another painfully handsome young man, jump up and walk off the pitch toward me. He had no idea that I was sitting just yards away, under the bleachers, and I knew that because a moment later, I watched him shove his hand inside his shorts and pull out a thick, fleshy cock.

The thing was like a hose. My eyes widened as he directed a strong jet of piss toward the ground, and I did my best to take a mental image of him before he stuffed it back inside and returned to his friends. Seconds later, Dale followed suit, and stood where his pal had just been, before dragging his own large cock out.

I’d struck gold. I sat there, my own rod hard, and watched in awe as the hottest guy on campus took a leak right in front of me. His cock was even more beautiful than I’d imagined, with a short snail trail leading up his abs, and a plump set of balls hanging loosely over the waistband of his shorts. He shook his dick a moment later and returned to the group, and that’s when everything changed.

“Hey, what the fuck are you doing in there, pervert?” Someone called, and before I had a chance to flea, the wrestling team had surrounded me.

“I… I was just –”

“Spying on us?” Jack Palmer snarled, yanking me out from under the bleachers by my arm.

“No, no, I was just –”

“Being a perv?” Sara, Dale’s long time girlfriend spat, and although that hadn’t been my intention at all, I couldn’t find the words to explain myself.

“I… I…”

“Man, beat this kid’s ass” Harry Marsh growled, and I watched as fists began to clench, and braced myself for the worst beat down of my life.

“Wait” Dale said, and I opened one eye and waited for his sentence.

They all obeyed him and watched as he stared at me. My heart raced in my chest, but a moment later Dale scoffed and said “get out of here”.

I don’t know who was more shocked, me or the rest of his friend group. I gawped, and so did they.

“He was checking out our dicks, bro” Nick snapped, but Dale shrugged his shoulders.

“Who gives a fuck?” He said, and began walking back to where they’d all been sitting. The rest of them shot me cold glances, but I hurried off as quickly as I could, relieved that I’d managed to survive what was almost certainly about to be a bloodbath.

I’d never exactly liked Dale, but I was thankful that he’d literally saved my ass. What I didn’t know at the time, was that Dale Reynolds’ kindness wasn’t unconditional.

Almost a week after the awkward encounter on the football field, I’d mostly pushed the memory to the back of my mind. As humiliating as it was to know that the entire wrestling team thought I was some kind of pervert, I had gotten to see two of their dicks, so I wasn’t really in a position to complain. It had certainly fuelled plenty of orgasms since, and was sure to fuel plenty more in the future.

It was during my lunch break when I found myself face to face with Dale once more, and I had no idea whether to apologise or simply ignore the guy, until he cocked his head toward the bathrooms and I nervously followed him inside, for what I was sure would be a stern warning, or even worse.

“My girlfriend wants me to kick your ass, you know that, right?” He said, checking the three stalls to ensure nobody was there.

“I’m really sorry, man” I squirmed, “I was just sitting there and then you guys started –”

“I don’t care” he interrupted, turning back to me, and I cocked a brow. “Is it true that you’re gay?”

I cringed at the question. There were some rumours on campus, but I’d never officially told anybody.

“I uh… I –”

“I’ll take that as a yes” he smirked, “did you like what you saw?”

That question also took me off guard. I stuttered and tripped over my words as I tried to make sense of everything, and Dale smiled again.

“I’ll take that as a yes, too, then” he said, and ran his hand across his perfect jawline. “This is gonna’ sound fucked up” he told me, and looked slightly uncomfortable as he continued, “but you might have picked the best time to be caught being a little pervert”.

“W… What?” I replied, completely confused at the unfolding situation.

“We were talking” he explained, “the guys, I mean, and uh…” His voice trailed off as he tried to find the words. “I don’t mean this in a gay way” he said, seriously, “but uh… Our girls, they uh… They don’t really… You know… They don’t really suck dick”.

My brows lowered with confusion. Why was Dale Reynolds telling me that? Did he think that I’d somehow manage to convince his girlfriend to suck his dick?

“Sorry to hear” I replied, unsure what else I could possibly say in return.

“Yeah, me too” he scoffed, “so we were thinking, and I don’t want you thinking anything weird” he said, swallowing, “this isn’t some gay shit, but we were uh… We were thinking that seeing as we didn’t kick the shit out of you, that you could um… Maybe do us a solid and –”

“I really don’t think your girlfriends are gonna’ listen to anything I have to say, man” I half laughed, “they all think I’m some sort of creep”.

“Yeah” he nodded, “they do, but that’s not what I’m asking you to do”.

I stared at him for a moment as the pieces of the puzzle began to come together. There was no way that he was asking what I thought he was, though, so I waited for him to continue.

“Sunday” he said, looking away from me, “we get together over in Nick’s house to watch the game, so uh… Can you come over for a few hours?”

My head began to swim as I tried to imagine spending hours with the hottest guys in college, but it still didn’t make sense to me. I gulped and shrugged.

“But why?”

Dale bit down on his lip and took a deep breath. He snatched my wrist into his hand and before I had a chance to react, he pulled it toward the crotch of his shorts, and suddenly I was feeling the outline of his thick cock, and I froze.

“You enjoyed looking at it, right?” He said, keeping my hand in place as my heart exploded. All I could do was nod.

“So how about you come over on Sunday and do a little more than look?”

I couldn’t believe my ears. I remained in place, still holding Dale’s heavy cock through the thin fabric of his shorts, and nodded stiffly.

“O… Okay” I replied, “sure”.

Dale released my wrist, but I kept my hand where it was. If this was some sort of set-up, then I wanted to get as much out of it as I could. He smirked at me and walked toward the door.

“Wait” I called, barely able to catch my breath. He looked back. “Are you guys gonna beat me up or something?” I asked, genuinely concerned.

Dale scoffed. “If we were gonna beat you up, we’d have done it already”.

He pulled open the door and disappeared into the hallway, and I leaned back against the sinks and let out the breath that I’d been holding. If Dale was serious, then Sunday was about to be the best day of my life. If he wasn’t serious, and this really was some sort of set-up, then it was surely going to be the worst day of my life.

I spun around and splashed cold water on my face before looking back at myself in the mirror. I wasn’t sure whether to be terrified or excited, but one thing remained the same. I’d just felt Dale Reynolds’ cock, and even if I was going to get my ass kicked on Sunday, I’d remember that moment forever.