My White Boy Sissy

Daniel Martin…

That kid is picked on more than most people in this school. Mostly because he’s small, meek, and looks more like a girl than most of the girls in this school. I wouldn’t say he’s skinny because he’s got the widest hips I’ve ever seen, but his upper body is the stereotypical nerd torso.

His ass though… Damn, he’s got an ass most girls would be jealous of. Most of the time I can’t stop thinking of what it would feel like to have my big black dick 9 inches deep in that ass. Or his pink luscious lips wrapped around it.

Unfortunately, being the starting wide receiver for Santa Barbara, I’ve got a certain rep to uphold. And it wouldn’t look good if I was seen banging a band sissy. Especially a geek like Daniel who’s the target of many bullies. Everyone takes a shot at that kid.

But still… it’s very tempting. What I would do to get him under me, taking my dick like a good little faggot.

—

Sitting in math class is a rather bore. Fortunately, Daniel’s in my class. Today he’s wearing those skin-tight jeans and an Aratheon t-shirt that clings to his skin.

The worst or best part of school is I’m stuck with this eye candy all day long. He’s in every single one of my classes. The kid’s smart, there’s no doubt about that. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not the typical stupid ass jock. My parents made sure of it. My dad is a successful entrepreneur. He demands excellence from me, both on the field and in the classroom.

As we pile out of class after the bell rings, I trail that sissy to our next class. A few people give me high fives and tell me what a great game I had last Friday. Some of my teammates hit me up, but I keep my eyes on that fat ass of his.

“Move it, fucking faggot,” Brett Marshall says as he wacks Daniels books out of his hands, scattering all over the hall. Brett’s a punk, but he’s my teammate. Great linebacker and starting power forward on the basketball team. We’re not friends by any means, just teammates.

“You don’t have to be an ass, Brett,” I say as I kneel down to help the guy out. He looks up at me with those sky blue eyes. I can see he’s on the verge of crying and all I can think about is how hot it’d be to shove my dick down his throat.

I just want to grab his messy brown hair and fuck his face.

“Why are you being nice to me?” he asks.

“Not all jocks are assholes,” I tell him as I hand him his books. “Why do you haul all these books around?”

“My locker is on the other side of the school,” he says, brushing his hair out of his face and adjusting his glasses.

“That sucks,” I say, while I get a good glimpse of that ass as he bends over and grabs the last of his books. I just want to yank his pants down, spread them cheeks and drill that ass until I deposit a big load of semen in it. “By the way, I noticed we’re in the same math class.”

“We’re in all the same classes,” he says as we continue on to our Gov class.

“Right… You know, I could use a study buddy like you,” I admit. Not that I need someone to help me with math. Math comes easily to me. I just want an excuse to get him over to my house… Alone.

“Like me? You mean, you want someone who’ll do your homework for you?” he asks.

“Do I look like I need someone to do my homework? I’m not the stupid jock you might think I am,” I tell him. “I just want someone who takes their class work as serious as I do.”

His face turns bright red as he tears his eyes away from mine. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to assume.”

“It’s all good, I’m just messin with ya. So what do ya say? Study buddy?” I ask. His eyes go wide as he looks back up at me.

“Uh… sure! Okay, yeah!”

“Great! Why don’t you come over to my house after practice and we’ll finish up the math homework and study for the upcoming test,” I suggest.

“Yeah… except, I don’t have a car…” he says.

“No problem… If you want, you can wait up here and I’ll give you ride after practice,” I tell him. “Hell, you can even watch us practice if you want.”

“Really!?” he asks. “What about Brett?”

“Don’t worry about Brett,” I tell him. “I’ll make sure no one picks on you.”

“Really?” He looks up at me with those eyes… Eyes as blue as the ocean. His face just has that natural innocence about it. It makes my dick hard.

“Yeah… stick with me and no one will touch you.” Nobody but me.

—

As we make our way out to the practice field I see Daniel off in the corner with his books. I can’t believe he came. He’s a gazelle in the lion’s den. He looks up at us as we start stretching. “Oh my god, wow… What’s that faggot sitting on our field for?” Brett asks.

“Hey, leave him alone, he’s my little faggot,” I tell Brett.

“What!?