Only for Fans Part 07 'Clay and Justin'

Justin felt the weight of the strong arm holding him tightly. His body wiggled closer to it, breaking any distance between him. His bare ass pressed against the other man’s cock.

“And here I’d gone an thought you’d still be all tuckered out,” Drew said.

A deep sensual moan fell out of Justin’s throat as he heard the deep voice whispering in his ear. But then he realized what it was. “Shit!” he jumped out of the bed to see Drew’s massive body taking most of it up. There was a bit of shock on the other man’s face but it quickly turned back to a more confident one.

Drew’s laid with his hand in his head while a finger from his other twirled around on the bed. “What? I didn’t think I was all that bad last night…” he smirked. “You seemed ta enjoy it quite a bit…”

Red covered Justin’s face as the memory of everything that happened the night before filled his mind again. He could feel his blood pumping faster and see the tent in the shirt he was wearing. It was one of Drew’s workout shirts and he could still smell the sweat and musk that was pretty much baked into it. 

“Somethin botherin ya, bud?” Drew continued acting like nothing was different. He was leaning hard into the new personality.

“Weneedtochangeback!” Justin tried covering himself up but that only made him feel even more embarrassed.

“You don’t mean that…” Drew said. His expression went flat, staring deep into Justin’s soul.

Words of defiance were caught in the back of Justin’s throat. He wanted to say how much he wanted his jock body back, but it wouldn’t come out. “But we have to. This isn’t how I’m supposed to be.”

“It ain’t?” Drew laughed. “So fuckin what? Sides what’s so wrong with it? Hell. Just look at our apartment.”

“But…” Justin looked around seeing all the differences. They weren’t in the same run down apartment anymore. Instead it overlooked a nice park and the high ceilings made every room seem bigger. No longer were his floors littered with his shoes, jerseys and underwear but rather he kept them stored neatly in the white dresser drawers. They were far larger, able to fit Drew's new body, but he'd feel like he was swimming in them.

A laugh from Drew brought him back. “Looks like ya like it…” he pointed at the wet spot forming in the white sleeveless shirt Justin was wearing.

“I… I… I…”

“C’mon bud, I know ya like it. I can see just how hard it is fer ya ta say othawise. Sides, you think I’da ever liked that I work construction now? Or that I play rugby an football? I mean it doesn’t feel all that bad, but shit, I sound like a fuckin dumbass. Not ta mention how Coach keeps beggin me ta stay on so he can win this fuckin season. Like damn. How bout ya actually train yer players instead of relyin on me an Dean all the time.” Drew paused for a second. “But I guess I did go an’ get Jenny pregnant… So it ain’t all that bad.” 

The smirk on Drew’s face made Justin feel all kinds of things. He felt like most of them should have been disgust or anger but he couldn’t help but smile right along with him. ‘I’m going to be a father…’ he thought to himself, despite knowing full well it wasn’t going to be his son. “What’s wrong with me!” he shouted. 

Thoughts about the last time they’d had sex had flooded into his mind. He’d already seen the positive pregnancy test and was excited to see it. But she had to force herself onto him to make the whole act seem realistic. She pressed him down on the bed and pushed his cock up inside her. The only way Justin could get off was thinking about Drew. Thinking about him pushing him down onto the bed and fucking him.

“Oh God why!” Justin cried out as he went down to his knees. He loved the thought so deeply. He was going to ‘be a father’ yet he knew it wasn’t his. “Fuck… This is crazy… This is too crazy…”

“Shhh…. Shh…” Drew cradled his body, rocking it back and forth. “It’s going ta be okay. Jus give it a bit of time and I’m sure yu’ll start ta like it.”

Justin’s heart rate started to go down. His conscious mind was telling him he was supposed to be repulsed but his body loved every moment of it. Feeling his body held so gently by such a powerful man, felt amazing. He couldn’t get over it as his dick throbbed more and more. 

“YO! You in there Clay?” Several loud bangs came from their front door.

“Shit.” Both had a similar reaction, knowing full well who it was on the other side of the door. “Why’s Zack here?”

Justin rushed to the bathroom attached to his bedroom. He’d never liked Zack much when he was on the football team, now he didn’t even have that going for him. Justin knew how hard the guy was on any one he didn’t respect and just tried to hide.

“Damn it…” Drew growled as he went to answer the front door. Zack was banging away. “Will you stop that,” he scolded. All Drew wanted to do was yell, but he knew he couldn’t bother the neighbors anymore than Zack already was. 

“Woah man! Put some fucking clothes on!” Zack shielded his eyes. 

It was the first time Drew realized he’d only been sleeping in his underwear. The old stained pair of briefs that looked like they had a few holes in them from him wearing them for far too long. “Ahh shut up…” Drew said. “You coming in or what?”

Drew turned around leaving the door open for Zack and going back to his room. Even though the rest of the apartment looked immaculate and well put together, his room was dark and cluttered. Muddy work boots, pants and shirts were thrown about. Some made it into the hamper but most were just in the middle of the room. He seemed to love the black out curtains that made everything so much darker, compared to the clean and modern look of the rest of the house.

He grabbed a pair of jeans and another white sleeveless shirt and put them on. “So whut’s up?” he growled at Zack.

“What?” the other guy acted innocent. “I’m bored as fuck. That’s all. Just thought you’d want to do something. Stephenie won’t see me and Melissa is being a bitch about all this too. I mean they’re still going to see Jenny and Marie but what? I can’t go over too?”

Drew rolled his eyes. “So what? Just give ‘em some space.”

“Give ‘em some space? Fuck you dude. I’ve given them their space and it’s about time they start giving me something back. What about you and Jenny?”

“What about me an Jenny?” Drew grumbled. 

“Dude! Like come on. You got her to unload your balls into. What about me? I'm going crazy over here!" Zack paused for a second. He looked around the apartment seeing a picture of Justin. "Hey... You think that faggot--”

“Ey!” Drew raised his voice. His finger snapped as he pointed at Zack. 

“What?” Zack sneered. 

“Yoo don’t get ta call ‘im that. Got it?” Drew threatened.

Zack’s sneer turned into a soft, almost mocking smile. He leaned back into the couch, letting his weight spread across it. The big football player could easily take up the whole sofa when he wanted to. “Fine. Just didn’t realize he was already taken…”

Drew’s eyes rolled. “He’s with Jenny,” he felt himself say.

“Oh. I know,” Zack said.

Drew clenched his fists wanting to punch that smug look off his face. Something inside him was telling him to stop. It wasn’t that he couldn’t take someone like Zack, but more of the ramifications afterwards. At 6’7” and well over 300 pounds of mostly muscle, Drew knew he could take the other linebacker in a fight, but a punch to the face wouldn’t be the end of it. Coach would have to find out and probably the police as well.

“Anyways,” Zack continued. The long uncomfortable silence only seemed to be in one direction. “There’s this strip club that’s still been open. They say all this is just stupid shit and aren't going to lose their business to some virus. You down?”

“Can’t. I promised ta work out wit Dean tanight,” Drew said.

Zack’s smug face flattened, trying to conceal his anger. “You fucking with me?”

Drew’s fist clenched again. “Nope. Asked him yertaday. He’s got his own home gym and I jus wanna make sure I’m ready when school starts back up.”

“If.” Zack glared.

“Huh?”

“If school starts back up,” Zack said. He gripped the couch cushion but released it again. “C’mon man. It’s weird going to a strip club by myself. Plus, they’ll do a little extra to get that tip…” He raised his voice trying to make the offer all the more appealing.

“Nah, I’m good.”

Zack forced a smile. He had to look down to play it off, and even so there were several other expressions that appeared on his face at the same time. “Right. Well, then I’d best get going. Hate to keep your ‘non-faggot’ friends waiting.” 

“Uh-huh…” Drew wasn’t as good at faking a smile or tone. And his closed fist and puffed out chest made him all the more intimidating. Yet, Zack walked past him like he was nothing. Looking down on Drew, despite being a couple inches shorter. He'd knew how to say something without actually saying it, only to be able to deny it later. The door closed behind Zack and all Drew could mutter was, “Asshole.”

Justin looked out from his room. “Is he gone?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Good…” Justin sighed. “But am I… Am I really a…” He seemed to stumble over the last word as it became more and more apparent to what he was upset about. Tears started to well up in his eyes as he felt the truth really hit him. Last night was fun. This morning was interesting, but seeing it as the rest of his life, he wasn't so sure.

Drew felt sorry for him. “It’s alright…” he went behind Justin’s body and cradled him again, rocking him back and forth gently. “It’s okay… How bout we go an talk ta Dean an see if he knows anythin? Alright?”

Justin tried to fight the enjoyment he was getting for the other guy nuzzling his bushy beard against his face. Or how much he liked feeling the hug tip his body ever so easily. Yet he couldn’t. He leaned more into it, trying to make it continue. “Alright…” he agreed. “Let’s go talk to Dean.”