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So idk yallâs experience but in my college, like high school, athletes had to maintain certain level of grades to continue playing sports and receiving their scholarship. I did my student work as a peer tutor for this very purpose. I would tutor people who took the same classes as I did but a year below me. I got stuck with Josh (not his actual name).
About Josh. He played on the basketball team, i think he was 6â2 or 6â3. He was honestly a little more muscular than most basketball players but not overly muscular. A little hairy, just like a happy trail and thick bushy armpit hair (youâll see why I know this later onđ)
So I was placed with Josh and he was pretty cool, overall handsome. And even though he was relying on me to help keep his grades, I was a little intimidated because I was working with this tall, hot, college athlete. Literally your stereotypical himbo jock
Would wear the flannel, backwards hat, chain all that
To save time, Iâm a funny person so we worked well together as a tutor/tutoree pair. We werenât in the same friend groups but I was friends with girls that his gf at the time was friends so we ran into each semi frequently outside of sessions.
One time at a house party we both happened to be there, and idk I have this reputation for having straight guys love me so they challenged me to a chugging contest, and to this today its such an ego boost that I SMOKED them in a contest to finish these beers first. Josh was impressed and they all did the bro-y âYOOOOOOOOâ thing and threw up their hands when I won
Nothing unusual happened till a few months later when he couldnât make his usual session so he asked if we could schedule outside of mentoring times. Honestly I didnât have a lot going on so I said yeah. I went to his dorm across campus to tutor him. At one point he left to use the bathroom⊠and maybe im a little pervy but I saw his dirty laundry bin and I just had to grab a lair of his undies and take a sniff. (Sad to report no precum/cum stains đ«) but nice smell
I dead ass had my back to his bathroom door and I did not hear him come back in and the mother fucker caught me admiring them. He was like âwhat the fuck are you doing.â There was literally no explanation I could give other than the truth. He knew I was gay and didnât care but it weirded him out, reasonably so.
All I could say was that I was sorry and we could end the session. I thought I fucked up what I thought was an okay potential friendship (i like being friends with important people)
We didnât talk at all for the next week till the next session came and he said just come to his dorm again. It was definitely awkward during that time and there was clearly an elephant in the room. Eventually he just asked why I did it and I explained to him how like âman scentsâ are hot and like a sign of dominance. He just said âyeah I get that, sometimes I like rub my balls and smell them after the gym.â At the time I literally had no idea why he said that, I just thought he was trying to break the awkwardness or something.
The following week he brought it up AGAIN and I was just annoyed at this point but I figured I just had to deal with my mistake and this was all he was gonna associate me with from now on. Eventually I was annoyed I was just trying to lean into it and said âmaybe you should try it thenâ or âlet me keep a pairđâ⊠ya know just purposefully trying to make a straight guy uncomfy, itâs fun if youâve ever done it.
His response was of course âno thats gayâ and I said âwell yeah, of courseâ and that kind of caught him off guard. He had this look in his eyes and he said âreally, is it gay?â I didnât know what to say or where this was going so I just said âyeah.â
Maybe it was gay panic but he said âI donât think itâs gay to admire the male form. Its motivating to become a better one yourself.â THIS is where I started getting devious. I asked him to explain. He went on how its not gay to admire muscles, strength, performance etc. all valid but he had this twinkle in his eyes where it looked like this was more than just admiration.
I just said âoh, well you seem really into it.â Again, that put him off.
I had to be strategic so I dropped the subject. Over the next few weeks iâd ask him âwhat do you think of x athlete, celebrity etc.â eventually it got to the point where Iâd ask him to explain if he thought they could be hot to him or not. He always said no but made a side comment about how one celebrity (idk remember who some actor) probably has a big dick. I asked why that mattered to him. He just said âitâs impressive.â
Again, doing that thing to push a straight guys buttons, i said âi can show you something impressiveđâ and he got the point that I was talking about my dick. I really wasnât (im a little above average) but I just meant like a porn stars dick or something idk.
He asked âwhats the biggest dick youâve seen. I just lied and said 9 inches.â He didnât believe it. So I said I could show him one and I pulled up pictures of diego barros (tall, REALLY hung, muscular porn star) and he was so impressed. He commented on every aspect and said âwow heâs really alphaâ or some shit like that.
I glanced down and I couldnât tell if he was semi or not. But I told him you can be dominant over someone without necessarily being physically dominant over them. He agreed and mentioned like âmommies and milfsâ.
I said how I was dom despite being average height and not really muscular and gay. He said âno way.â THIS is where the moment of truth was. I looked him dead in the eyes, which were lit up from the conversation and I said, âwhy donât be good boy then and finish writing the short answer questionsâ I dead ass saw in my peripheral vision his dick bounce in his shorts and he said âas you say soâ
5 minutes of agonizing silence as he wrote his terrible answers to the questions that I didnât end up reading. I was rock hard and he probably was too. When he finished i stroked the back of his said and âgood job. Youâre such a good boy.â He said he loved hearing that so I told him to keep being a good boy he needs to do his study and listen to what I say
It started with letting me take some of his underwear, to me making not wear underwear around campus. He very much obeyed.
At another party we were both tipsy and he texted me how he hadnât been good. I asked what he did and he said he hooked up with a girl. I told him to come over so he could learn his ways.
I told him he was gonna be my girl now and I had him shave his arm pits and put on those stereotypical femboy stockings (i owned a pair because i didnât look bad on them myself if I say).
I had him pose in every one of those sissy positions. On his side with ass out, his legs crossed, his legs up in the air etc. it was so hot im hard thinking about it rnđ©.
I asked him what he wanted and he said âto be a good boyâ I told him to do that he needs to serve me.
Here, this tall college athlete was literally bending to my will. I was even impressed with myself.
I gently put my hands around his neck again and I started kissing him. Then eventually full on making out. He was making these incredibly cute whimpering sounds as I started grinding against him. I was so hard this point I thought I was going to cum. I asked one more time if he wants to be a good boy and he yelled out âPLEAASSEEâ
So I gently started fucking him. Then harder and harder. I was fucking him and I leaned in and said âyou feel so fucking good.â It looked like he was about to cry tears of joy. It was maybe only 5 minutes. I was about to cum FAST. So, while basically out of breath and about to cum I leaned again and said âyouâre such a good fucking boyâ and he literally gasped and he started cumming hands free on his abs. The sight of it made me cum too.
The tutoring only lasts a semester. If you complete it, itâs considered a pass for the class (not a good way to measure learning imo) so we only had 5 or so more sessions. I made him my bitch like that the next 5 sessions. One time I even made him put on lipstick
Thats the story of how I made this ostensibly straight, bro-y basketball player my sissy little bitch. I got with him only a few times after that semester until he found a girlfriend. But from what I heard she would use a strap-on dildo on him LOL.
Thatâs the core of the story. I hope yâall liked it :)
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