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The door of the locker room slammed open with such ferocity that Max vaguely wondered if he had left a hole in the wall. He didn't care in any case, he was way too irritated to give a shit about the destruction he might have caused.
He was too angry to think straight, having stormed off from his friends; his team mates, and his father, who for some cruel joke was living the very life he wanted for himself!
His dad was getting praised as a skate boarding legend, while Max was hiding away in a room that smelled like musky men and cheap overly fragranced cologne.
He made his way to his locker, yanking his gym bag out of it and onto the bench behind him.
He was dripping with sweat, his baggy blue shirt clung to his back, damp with sweat. He pulled it over his head, black fur shining in the fluorescent lighting that hummed above him.
He used his shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead before tossing it into his bag. His shorts hanging low enough to show off the groove between his legs and pelvis.
He slammed his locker shut, resting his forehead on it as he breathed heavily. The qualifying rounds were so physically exhausting and emotionally frying he wondered if the X-Games would even be worth the trouble at this point. He bounced his forehead off the metal of the locker a few times, a means of releasing the frustration from such a disappointing day.
The locker room door suddenly opened, the cheering of his fathers name from outside got momentarily louder, just long enough to piss Max off all over again before the door closed and the noises got muffled.
Max subtly shifted his gaze to the entryway, seeing the worst possible person had come into the locker room. Brad.
Max knew what he was here for, since Bradley should be out celebrating as a member of the winning team, his motives were clear and Max embraced for it.
“Well, if it isn’t Baby Goof. Funny how we keep crossing paths” Bradley remarks snootily. His spandex suit already zipped down to his hips, the arms of it tied around his body as he still wears the pants with a white tank top underneath.
“Shouldn’t you be out there celebrating with your team?” Max snaps, already hating himself for being so ill-willed and giving into Bradley's instigation. The man was trying to rile him up and Max was unfortunately going to let him.
“Shouldn’t you be out there celebrating with your old man?” Bradley shot back, a cruel grin on his lips .
Max grabbed his shower supplies out of his gym bag. He decided to hurry up with his routine so he could get back to the dorms and be miserable in private. He pushed past Bradley, their shoulders intentionally bumping together. Bradley turned so he was continuously facing Max.
“You know he made history today, shame his own son is too petty to be happy for him” Bradley cooed
“You really have nothing better to do than kick me when I’m down?” Max stopped in his tracks, breathing heavily out of his nose.
Bradley grinned his signature, wild and toothy smile "Don't act like you’re any better if places were reversed”
“I am better than you in everyway” Max scoffed “You’re a scheming douche bag who set me up!”
“Ohh no, mean words” Bradley sang sarcastically. “I’ve been called worse. Losers always resort to names when their skill can’t hold up!”
“You must really suck then, the way you run your mouth constantly" Max bites back. “You didn’t beat me, my dad did. But here you are strutting around like you won something”
“I’ve won these games before, I don't have anything to prove” Bradley insisted a little defensively. Max’s comment had gotten to him, making it clear he wasn’t as secure as he came across.
“You were too much of a coward to face me directly so you benched yourself. Pretty pathetic" Max mocked
“Old man Goof was just the most entertaining option and I knew even our lamest, dumbest, goofiest team mate could. smoke. you”
Max couldn’t suppress the rage as it boiled over, the insults to his father and himself had gone too far. For a moment, consequences didn't matter.
He charged the short distance between them, pulling his arm back and launching his fist forward right towards Bradley. His knuckles collided with the senior student's face, knocking him back against the locker room door.
Max jumped on top of him, his fists punched again and again as Bradley was attempting to shield himself from the unexpected attack.
It didn’t take long for Bradley to recover, bending his knee back, he launched his foot forward and kicked Max right in his stomach, throwing Max off of himself, he crashed hard into a bench. Max felt the sting against his spine as he collided with the hard wood seat.
Bradley rose to his feet, with his fist balled up he rubbed his knuckles over his bleeding lip, a deep gash from Max’s fists. He then reached a hand up to the locker room door and turned the dead lock.
Max’s gut turns with excitement, He would have been in real shit if Bradley left right now to report this, kicked out of the X-Games, expelled from school, probably serving some time for assault.. But with luck Bradley wanted his own pound of flesh now, and neither of them wanted any intrusions as they decided to settle their beef the way men do. At least Max could respect Bradley for not being a pussy and taking the easy win Max had given him.
Bradley pursued, walking over to Max he kicked the freshman in his face, making his head whip to the side from the harsh collision. Max’s cheek immediately begins to swell up, red and obviously bruised.
Bradley had the upper hand now as he was on his feet, able to throw his punches down at Max. He felt intense satisfaction when Max’s nose began to bleed, just dessert for the lip injury he would be nursing later.
Max knew he had to act fast or the assault would continue, he lunged, wrapping his arms around Bradley's waist and dragged him to the floor. They traded licks between one another, getting out half a year's worth of rage.
They rolled on the floor together, their bodies pressed together, close, sweaty, heavily breathing and hearts pounding from the exertion.
Both of their bodies reacted to the stimulus, their cocks becoming hard in their uniforms, their minds too busy trying to gain the upper hand they hadn’t noticed the confusing signals their bodies were giving.
Max was over top of Bradley now, swinging his fists and blocking the man's attempt to fight back. Idly and mindlessly grinding his cock against Bradley's side, not even realizing it was happening until the senior pointed it out. “Are you getting hard from this Max?” He growled, his comment obviously meant to shame the Freshman. “Freak”
Max did feel shame, if his blood wasn’t currently leaking out of his nose or pumping right into his dick he might actually have gone red faced from such a humiliating outcome. But it was made much less degrading when he saw the tent in Bradley’s own suit, fucking hypocrite.
“Speak for yourself” Max pressed his hand down on Bradley’s cheek, pressing his face into the ground to keep him in place “State U’s Golden Boy likes being man handled?” He jeered
“Fuck off, this has nothing to do with you!” Bradley growled, he reached his hand up and knocked Max’s elbow out of its lock, freeing his head as he was able to move again, punching Max off of him, allowing him to sit up onto his knees. But Max isn't letting him regain control; He grabs Bradley from behind and wraps an arm over his neck, not tight enough to restrict his breathing but enough to keep him secured in place.
Due to the position, Max’s cock is squeezed between them their warm bodies, pressed against Bradley’s ass. The senior lets out a struggled moan as he feels the bulge rubbing up against his skin tight suit. To his own horror, his asshole flexes, reacting to what he wanted.
The noise that came out of Bradley makes Max’s cock jump and he cannot deny it anymore, he is pent up and really wants to cum. The desire potentially clouded his judgement as he would otherwise never be caught dead considering Bradley as a good candidate to aid in that release.
He staggers forward with Bradley in tow, bending him over one of the benches. His chest and stomach pressed against Bradley's back, his weight keeping him pinned.
He presses his cock hard against the other man, the pressure feels amazing as his shaft is so sensitive to any friction.
Bradley presses his hips back, grinding his butt against the other man. Max isn't sure if the movement was subconscious or not but there was no doubt Bradley was trying to fuck himself on Maxs member right now, in the middle of a fight.
Despite his better judgment, Max complied, spreading his thighs to more comfortably align with Bradley's hips, he gives the man a good thrust, humping him through their X-games uniforms.
“Mmf ooh” Bradley buries his face in his arms, an attempt to disassociate from the shame he feels as he cannot help but enjoy getting dry humped by Max. His upper half was laid out on the floor with his hips propped up on the long bench, his thighs dug into the sides of the seat uncomfortably and he couldn't access his cock due to the bench being in the way of his hands.
Before long neither Max or Bradley are keeping up with the pretense that they were still fighting. They were simulating sex through clothing, the grinding sending jolts of pleasure through their cocks.
Max felt a desire to move this along as his pants were feeling tight, but not nearly tight enough. He wanted Bradley's ass. The thought of fucking such a prestigious bastard excited him further.
Max starts to pull at Bradley’s half undressed jump suit, tugging it down his hips to reveal the gentle slope of his lower back and hip bones.
He stops suddenly when Bradley grabs his wrist in protest, not letting him continue.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Bradley sounds affronted
“I need to unwind” Max breathes roughly, casually like this was the most expected outcome of their actions.
“Not inside me, you don't!" Bradley growled “I'm not gay!”
“Who are you putting up the front for? You’re not fooling me, and you're not fooling yourself either with that boner” Max huffed, but he obeyed Bradley protests and pulled back.
“Where are you going?” Bradley sounded angry as the grinding stopped
“I’m not going to sit here and let you rub up on me till you get off” he started to stand up "I'm going to jerk off in the shower” he huffs disappointedly
“Cant we just grind?!” He grunts in protest, looking back at Max, his face red and angry
“Nah, Frankley you're not good company and I can do that alone and have a much better time” Max feels easy, sensing Bradley's unwinding and desperation.
“Fucking Pervert! Damn!” Bradley growls, looking away from Max as he seems to debate his options, on the cusp of leaving or giving into Max's request.
Bradley sits up from his position, kneeling in front off the bench as Max figured that was the answer, he took a step towards the shower before hearing shuffling and then-
“Fine, whatever, just hurry up before I change my mind!” Bradley complained, his desire was already so powerful that it overcame even his pride.
Bradley lays out with his back against the length of the bench, his arms prop up his upper half into a more seated position.
Max felt his heart flutter and cock twitch at the invitation, honestly he was resigned to the much less exciting prospect of jacking off by himself, again! The thought of fucking the other man was making his knees wobble and it would be his first lay in collage, he didnt consider if he really wanted to give Bradley that honor.
Honestly if it wasn't for his fathers constant cock blocking Bradley wouldn't be his first college conquest! But Max would take the win none the less.
Max walks back to Bradley, stepping one leg over the bench he straddles it, standing between Bradley's uplifted legs. He loops his fingers into Bradley's pants, finally pulling off Bradley's skin suit to see the marvel inside.
Honestly the skin suit didn't leave much to the imagination, it hugged and squeezed at Bradley like it had been painted on. If Bradley wasn't so unrelentingly annoying he would have noticed how hot he was sooner.
He tossed the sweaty suit to the floor, admiring the shape of the other man. His hips curved like an hourglass, his ass was firm and round, hole tight and pink. His cock looked perfect; Not too big, certainly not small. Even his pubes were neat and groomed, what a priss.
With Bradley undressed he rested his heels on the bench to save his thigh muscles having to keep them lifted.
Max quickly focused on his own clothing. Pulling his shorts and boxers down his legs, kicking them off to the side with Bradley's.
Bradley looked at what Max was packing. Eyes seemed to go big when he saw what he was dealing with.
“No fucking way!”
“Wooah boy, easy” Max cooed in amusement finding his reaction flattering
“That thing will never fit inside me” Bradley flinched back on the bench, his cock was standing nearly at full mass just from the sight of Max.
Max knew he was well endowed, and Bradley's reaction just fed his ego. He put one hand on Bradley's knee, the other gripped his own cock, starting to rub his pre-cum over his long shaft.
“.mf..got any lube?”
Bradley was too distracted staring at the monster between Max's legs to hear what he had said “Huh? No, I told you, not gay. Why would I have lubricant!?”
“I feel sorry for any woman you've been with” Max glared at Bradley's ignorance, knowing that lubricant wasn't just for the gays, as Bradley implied.
Max sat on the bench behind Bradley, leaning forward, his cock perched in the crack of Bradley's cheeks
He put his hand in front of Bradley, putting his fingers right beside his mouth. “Suck” he ordered
“I'm not sucking on your nasty fingers” Bradley growled “who knows where they've been”
“they're going to be up your ass in a second. Suck or I go in dry” he knew spit was no substitute, but if he left to find a better option Bradley would definitely come to his senses and leave.
Bradley reluctantly opened his muzzle, taking in Max's large fingers, sucking and working his tongue around the digits to ensure they were covered in a thick layer of saliva, for his own sake.
“Ohh s-shit” Max hums at how well Bradley sucked him. Bradley’s eyes go wide as the tip of Max’s cock starts to probe at his entry. Max didn't try to push in, but Bradley could feel the girth of Max's erection resting outside of his hole, feeling just how stretched his asshole would be to take it.
Max pulls his fingers from Bradley's mouth, inserting the slimy digits into Bradley's hole instead. He wasted no time, starting with two of his thick fingers to expedite the process.
“Mm-hngh!!” Bradley groans at the sudden pain as he asshole protests the intrusions. Even Max's fingers felt so big, and they were barely the beginning.
Max was stretching his fingers out, spreading and curling them, pressing his knuckles against his rim to knead him open a little at a time.
“Uoh-ooh-hnn!” Bradley stretched his jaw open “t-that hurts!” he whined as a third finger started pushing in beside the others.
“Don't be a wimp" Max huffed, his cock was feeling painfully hard and looked an angry red. He knew Bradley needed through prep, he could feel how tight and tense he was, but he couldn't wait to get his cock in there.
“S-shit, Shit! Give me a second, ooh, oh” he whined, three fingers wide felt impossibly wide. He adjusted his thighs to open wider, hoping the position would help with the stretch.
“You have to relax” Max stilled his hand as he felt Bradley adjusting to him, his ass kept clenched tight, which only made the insertion hurt more.
“Augh, trying!” Bradley whined, trying to will himself to de-tense. Max decided Bradley needed a moral boost, he outstretched a finger and with a bit of searching, he brushed right against Bradley's prostate.
He knew immediately when he had hit it, as the senior moaned so suddenly he choked on the air he was breathing. He moved his hips backwards onto Max's fingers, trying to hit that spot again.
But Max withdrew, rubbing his fingers gently over the rim, messaging it until he felt his hole relax.
Max put his hand back up to Bradley's lips “More, come on”
“Ugh, that's disgusting!” He protested “give me your other hand” and turned his head away.
Max rolled his eyes, but complied without fuss, switching to his non-dominant hand.
Bradley obeyed this time, for his own sake. He closed his mouth around Max's fingers, sucking and spitting as he lathered them up.
Max's freed dominant hand went to the base of his own dick, gripping the shaft and pumping it lightly as he imagined that tongue and those lips working his cock instead.
“Sure you're not gay? Going to town on my fingers. You could really do wonders on a dick”
Bradley bit Max's hand as punishment, making the man yelp and pull back. He shook his hand like it burned “bitch”
Bradley expected to feel Max's fingers re-enter him, instead he felt the warm tip of his other man's cock press against his hole, before he could protest Max was able to breach the ring of muscle with a good shove.
“AAAHH!! H-hot!! Hot!!” Bradley flinched away as it felt like his ass was on fire but Max grabbed his hips to keep him from pulling his cock out.
The inside of Bradley felt so good, the blood flow to his cock practically cut off by how tight the other man squeezing.
“You did that on purpose jackass!” Bradley complained, he laid his head on the bench and put his arm over his eyes.
“You’re being dramatic, I can't be that much bigger than Tank!” Max rolled his eyes, feeling for Bradley's body to calm, he pushed himself in a little deeper until Bradley clenched again.
“Aahh, uugh What's this have to do with Tank?” Bradley huffed, becoming so overwhelmed with all the sensations he tried to find reprieve with deep breaths.
“I know you guys have a thing going on, it's kinda obvious” Max felt warm all over, spreading up from his cock. He was still reading Bradley's body language until he could go deeper, it was taking longer than usual but he supposed that's to be expected without lubricant.
“I’ve never done this before” Bradley groaned
And for a virgin.
Max wasn’t sure why that surprised him so much. Brad had insisted he wasn't gay but the man thought grinding against the bulge of another mans dick wasn't gay as long as they were fully clothed, so Max figured Bradley had some round about reasoning to excuse this too.
Max felt some latent guilt, Bradley’s first time was not the most pleasant if the pre-fight and lack of lube were any indication. Maybe he would be a little more patient going forward, to make the experience a little better in the long run.
“Well, heads up Tank is like in love with you, man” Max breathed heavily. “maybe when you get over this whole not gay phase you two could make a cute couple” Max mocked.
“Ooouugh shut up already, just cause you got some homoerotic thing going with your friends doesn't mean I do”
“Not with your friends, just your enemies huh?” Max teased, the grip on his cock was loose again, letting him move deeper, until he was buried at half mass. He stopped again, his fingers hadn't made it quite this deep so he wanted to give Bradley an opertunity to adjust.
“Aawwhh oough” Bradley reached his hands back to spread his butt, but it really made no difference.
Max collected a wad of saliva in his mouth before spitting it down where their bodies connected. He proceeds to massage it around the rim and over the rest of his cock, still awaiting entry.
“Fuuck, you're so big” Bradley complained idly, not realizing how much of an ego trip it was. Not that Max needed a reminder, but there was something about The X-Games multiple champion, Bradley Uppercrust the third impaled half mass on his cock, whining about the size of it that go Max's engine revving.
Max pushed in again, Bradley's toes curled, lifting his legs up, moaning loudly as Max buried the last few inches until he sunk to the hilt and his whole cock was thoroughly cocooned inside Bradley's confines.
Max felt amazing as his entire cock was enveloped in warmth, feeling Bradley's muscles clenching and releasing almost rhythmically.
“Okay I'm in. Not too bad huh?” Max huffed
“I fail to see what I am getting out of this right now” Bradley grinds his teeth together, he keeps his stance wide. Even as Max's cock rubbed some sensitive nerves his whole body still felt like it was on fire.
“Need a reminder?” Max pulls his cock out then thrusts in gently, his tip grazes over Bradley's prostate, the small nudge causes Bradley to crane his neck, tilting his chin up as he moans with pleasure “ooohh aweh!”
Instinctively Bradley tenses to fight the intruder, his hole strangling Max's cock, knocking the wind out of the freshman.
“Ooh, man that's it” Max moans, keeping still as he feels Bradley's insides flutter around him. “Fuck dude.. you're so tight”
“Aah, ow” Bradley moans, the sensations of pleasure quickly over taking the pain as his body was becoming accustomed to being so stretched.
“You have to learn to relax” Max warned, adjusting his footing as he was getting antsy to pound his cock inside of Bradley “I'm not going to wait forever”
“Fuck, lets switch then. See how you like having a cock up your ass!” Bradley growled
“Haha, I think its pretty clear who the top is here, Brad” he mocks, pulling his cock out, lingering the tip at his entry before ramming it back into Bradley.
The man below him squeezed, but Max didn't stop to grant him reprieve. He pulled out again before thrusting his cock right back in against the tightening muscles, Bradley would learn.
Bradley gasped, reaching his hand up to grab Max's arm, his claws dug into the other man's skin as he gripped instinctively.
Max made sure to give the other man's prostate a good pounding this time, his cock hitting the bullseye hard enough to bruise
Bradley's eyes rolled back as tears pricked at the edges “aaahhhh!! Uuhhhnngg!”
As the thrusting continued Bradley's body loosened, becoming used to the sensation of being fucked; he worried he shouldn't let himself become accustomed to it.
But fuck if he had the will power to make Max stop now as it was getting good. He was almost completely numb to the pain, every nerve felt so good when Max's cock fucked against them.
“Ooohhhuugh” Bradley moaned without restraint
The noise made Max's cock start to leak. Bradley's voice making such desperate and lustful noises was making Max act up.
They both heard loud banging on the locker room door, the hollow metal noise echoed through the room. Max was so thankful in the moment that Bradley thought to lock it before their brawl, he was sure they'd both be socially Ostracize if anyone saw this.
“Fuck. I knew you were a loud mouth but keep it down Brad” Max warned “There are people outside”
Bradley's moaning only got louder, every breath accompanied by a desperate sound that sounded so unlike the Bradley Max knew. “Harder! Oooh! Harder! Harder!”
He felt a stirring of excitement and pride, knowing he had reduced this once strong willed, obnoxious bully into begging for his cock, completely unbound by his social hierarchy, his mind unraveled and consumed by lust.
Max continued his brutal rhythm, every thrust was causing the sound of their skin slapping to echo through the room. Bradley was making the sweetest noises as he is fucked him hard into a state of bliss.
“I should have fucked you long ago” Max bucked his hips up, thighs slapping against Bradley's ass, cock pounding his warm insides. “Maybe then you wouldn't be—hnng such an obnoxious brat!” Max grabbed Bradley's hips hard, squeezing until his fingers made bruises.
“y-you can hnng fuck the brat out of me, but you'll always be.. a ahhh ooh fucking loser!” Bradley squeezed his eyes shut as he struggled just to form sentences.
Max snorted “Pretty pathetic, letting some loser like me reduce you to a moaning drooling mess” Max jeered “you like letting losers fuck you?”
“You-you!” Aahh ah!” Bradley tried to banter back but all the sensations clouded his mind “Fuck Max, I'm so close!” The pleasure that coiled in his lower belly like a spring was about to snap from the pressure.
Max aligns his cock with Bradley's prostate, giving it a brutal thrust, wanting full credit for sending the king of campus over the egde.
Bradley went rigid as he came hard, it was by far the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. Cum shot out in powerful waves, his balls tightly clenched as he released cum onto his stomach.
Max continued to fuck him through his orgasm, realizing Bradley didn't have much reason to let Max keep fucking him for long. Once his sex fogged brain started thinking clearly he was sure the senior had no qualms leaving Max with the world's worst case of blue balls.
Max was pounding into him desperately, making Bradley tremble and whine when his prostate was hit, this time causing over stimulation instead of anything good.
“Max, calm down aah, shit” he winced as his body was being used so roughly, all of his nerves were fried from over use. Bradley grabbed the edge of the bench, holding on tight so Max's aggressive thrusting wouldn't have him sliding off.
“AAuughh! Uumph!! Fuuahck!” Max moans as his whole body tenses.
Finally, Bradley felt a warm gush of cum start to flood him. He sighs in relief when the thrusting stops, resting his head back on the bench, taking Max's load deep inside him.
Nearing the end of his release, Max gently swayed his hips, coaxing out a few more small releases before he could finally pull his flaccid dick from the Gamma president.
Bradley's legs spread over he bench, one food on each side, spread wide as cum oozed out of his asshole, red from friction and gaping from Max's cock hollowing him out, his own cock limp and flaccid between his legs.
It was such a power trip to leave the king of campus stuffed to the brim with his cum, body disheveled and absolutely wrecked by that loser freshman dweeb.
Oh what he would do to read his mind in an hour from now, when the high is gone but he still has a limp and hollow inside.
Max walked away from the senior and into the shower with his awaiting supplies. He soaked his fur in the cool water, suds bubbling up under his fingers as he scrubbed the blood and sweat off of himself. He takes in deep breaths as his muscles stop shaking.
He hears Bradley shuffling, then walk into the shower on the other side of the open space, the furthest possible powerhead he could have picked.
Max peeked over his shoulder, seeing Bradley's back was bruised and scrapped up, mostly from their tussle earlier. But he noticed some hand prints that were very much a cause of overly zealous thrusting and grabbing.
With his mind cleared, he started to feel that guilt setting in again. He had never had sex like that before, he was always a gentleman, it wasn't like him to be rough enough to leave bruises or give punishing thrusts, or insult his partners. He shivered at the thought of what he had become.
He even started the fight. He knew Bradley was totally out of line, but his own reaction was a step too far.
It wasn't Bradley's fault he completely blew his performance today. It wasn't his fault his old man was secretly the best skateboarder in the state.
Max signs loudly, swallowing his pride. “Sorry for uh, getting so rough with you”
“Shut the fuck up, Max. You fuck like you got your dick yesterday” Bradley growled, offended by Max's condescension, implying he couldn't handle what Max dished out? Oh please.
Max regretted all that guilt, remembering what a fucking prick he was dealing with, he quickly changed tune “Well Thanks for letting me take your ass virginity Brad! It's been a real honor!”
Bradley felt his face going red, lips pressed into a thin line and eyebrows furrowed in rage.
Bradley couldn't believe he had submitted to Max Goof of all people, even worse he couldn't believe he liked it! Letting that low life fuck him had to be the lowest point of Bradley’s life!
He growled in anger before storming out of the showers, barely to his own standards of clean, but he could finish washing out the hard to reach places at the frat house.
Bradley quickly pulled on some loose, pre-gym wear he brought for the end of the games, he swung the locker room open, coming face to face to chest with Tank.
“Oh, holy shit baby! What happened to you” Tank immediately showed concern, leaning forward to be at eye level with Bradley. His large hands were protective and gentle as he dealt with his bruised and battered president.
Tanks eyes briefly flickered up inside the changing rooms, he couldn't see the showers from the corner, but he heard the running water and noticed the team 99 uniform on the floor. He looked back at his leader, his lip had stopped bleeding but the gash was still visible, the rest of his face where he had been punched was starting to turn dark as bruises began to spread.
Bradley huffed out in frustration, door shutting behind him “Nothing! I handled it!” He barked at Tank, shoving his gentle hands away, rejecting the affection as he remembered what Max had said about his right hand man.