Too Cool For School But Not Parker

I always thought I was too cool for the bullshit of high school—cutting classes, flipping off the teachers, and strutting through the halls like nothing could touch me. Rules were for losers. But Parker changed all that the moment he transferred in. Tall, ripped, with that arrogant smirk and a bulge in his jeans that made my throat tighten every time he caught me staring. He wasn't like the other jocks. He saw my act for what it was and decided to break it. It started after last period when the halls emptied out. I was lingering by the lockers, pretending I didn't care about the detention slip burning in my pocket, when Parker shoved me inside the empty equipment room. "Too cool for school, huh?" he growled, his breath hot against my neck. His hand clamped over my crotch, squeezing my swelling cock through my pants. I tried to push him off, keep up the facade, but my knees went weak as he yanked my zipper down and pulled out my throbbing dick. Before I could say a word, he dropped to his knees and swallowed me whole, his throat milking my shaft with sloppy, aggressive sucks. Spit dripped down my balls while he fingered my tight ass, stretching me open with two thick fingers. I grabbed his hair, fucking his face like the desperate slut I really was underneath all that cool. "Fuck, Parker," I moaned, my voice cracking. He stood up, spun me around, and bent me over a stack of mats. I heard his belt buckle, then felt the fat, veiny head of his massive cock pressing against my hole. No condom. No mercy. He slammed in raw, stretching me wide as he buried every inch deep in my guts. The burn was intense, perfect. Parker pounded me mercilessly, his hips slapping against my ass while he reached around to stroke my leaking cock. "You act all tough but this hole is gripping me like a whore," he grunted, thrusting harder, balls-deep with every stroke. I came first, shooting thick ropes across the mats as my ass clenched around him. Parker didn't stop. He fucked me through it until he exploded, flooding my insides with hot, sticky cum that leaked down my thighs when he finally pulled out. From that day on I stopped pretending. I was still too cool for school, but I wasn't too cool to sneak into the bathroom between classes so Parker could face-fuck me until I gagged, or let him rail me in the back of his car after practice, his cum dripping out of me while I begged for another round. Parker owned me, and I fucking loved it.