I stood in front of my bedroom mirror, adjusting my tie for what felt like the hundredth time.
The navy suit fit perfectly—tailored to hug my lean frame in all the right places. The pants were fitted, showing off the curve of my ass in a way that made me bite my lip. I turned slightly, checking the view from behind.
Fuck. My bubble butt looked incredible.
The fabric stretched over my cheeks, emphasizing their round, perfect shape. I'd been hitting the gym hard with Ryan all semester, and it showed. My ass was bigger, rounder, more prominent than ever.
I ran my hands through my wavy blond hair, making sure it fell just right—not too messy, not too perfect. Just effortlessly styled.
Looking at my reflection, I couldn't help but smile. I looked good. Really good.
There was something about the way the suit made me look both pretty and handsome at the same time. My features were delicate—high cheekbones, full lips, long lashes—but the suit gave me an edge. Made me look mature. Sexy.
The doorbell rang downstairs, and my heart jumped.
"Cody!" my mom called from the bottom of the stairs. "Andy's here!"
I took one last look in the mirror, smoothing down my jacket, checking my hair one more time.
The moment I reached the top of the stairs and looked down, I froze.
Andy stood in the foyer, talking to my mom, and he looked... fuck.
He looked incredible.
His suit was charcoal gray, fitted perfectly to his muscular frame. The jacket emphasized his broad shoulders and narrow waist. The pants hugged his thick thighs and—I could see even from here—showed off the impressive bulge at his crotch.
His dark hair was styled back, his strong jaw clean-shaven.
And when he looked up and saw me standing at the top of the stairs, his eyes went dark.
I watched his gaze travel slowly down my body—from my face to my chest to my waist to my ass. His jaw clenched, his hands balling into fists at his sides.
"Cody," he said, his voice rough. "You look..."
He trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.
I descended the stairs slowly, feeling his eyes on me the entire time. When I reached the bottom, we just stood there for a moment, staring at each other.
"You look amazing," I said softly.
"So do you." His eyes were intense, hungry. "That suit—fuck, Cody—"
"Boys!" my mom interrupted, appearing with her camera. "Let me get some pictures before you go!"
Andy and I both groaned, but we let her position us in front of the fireplace.
"Stand closer," she instructed. "Put your arm around him, Andy."
Andy's arm wrapped around my waist, his hand settling on my hip. His touch was warm, possessive. I could feel the heat of his body against my side.
"Perfect! Now smile!"
We smiled for the camera, but I could feel the tension between us. Andy's thumb was rubbing small circles on my hip, his touch sending shivers down my spine.
"One more! This time, look at each other."
I turned to face Andy, and he turned to me. Our eyes met, and for a moment, the rest of the world disappeared.
He looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
"Perfect!" my mom said, snapping the photo. "Okay, a few more—"
"Mom," I protested. "We're going to be late."
"Just a few more! This is prom! I need to document this!"
Andy chuckled, squeezing my hip. "It's okay. Let her take her pictures."
We posed for what felt like a million more photos—standing together, sitting on the couch, by the front door, in the backyard. My mom was relentless.
But finally, finally, she let us go.
"Have fun!" she called as we headed out the door. "Be safe! Don't stay out too late!"
"We won't!" I called back, even though we both knew that was a lie.
The limo was already waiting at the curb, and I could see the other guys inside through the tinted windows.
Andy opened the door for me, and I climbed in to find the entire wrestling team—or at least, the seniors—already there.
Trey, Marcus, Jake, and a few others were all dressed in suits, looking sharp as hell. The limo smelled like cologne and excitement.
"Cody! Andy!" Trey called out, grinning. "About time you guys showed up!"
"Looking good, man," Marcus said, nodding at me.
"Thanks." I slid into the seat next to the window, and Andy sat beside me, his thigh pressing against mine.
The limo pulled away from the curb, and someone turned up the music. The bass thumped through the speakers, and the guys started talking and laughing, hyped up for the night ahead.
But I was only aware of Andy.
His hand found mine in the space between us, our fingers lacing together. Then his other hand came up, running through my hair, gentle and affectionate.
I turned to look at him, and he was already looking at me.
"You really do look incredible," he said softly, just for me.
"So do you."
He leaned in and kissed me—soft and sweet, his lips warm against mine.
When he pulled back, he didn't go far. He stayed close, his hand still in my hair, his thumb stroking my cheek.
"I can't wait to get you alone tonight," he whispered.
My breath caught. "Andy—"
His eyes darkened. "You're killing me, baby."
He kissed me again, deeper this time. His tongue swept into my mouth, claiming me, and I melted into him.
The guys around us were talking and laughing, oblivious to our moment. Or maybe they just didn't care. We were all used to Andy and me being affectionate by now.
Andy's hand slid from my hair down to my thigh, squeezing gently. His touch was possessive, claiming.
"Can't wait," he murmured against my lips. "Can't fucking wait."
The school gymnasium had been transformed.
Twinkling lights hung from the ceiling, casting a soft glow over the room. Tables were set up around the perimeter, covered in white tablecloths and centerpieces. A DJ booth was set up at the far end, music already thumping through the speakers.
The dance floor was packed with students—girls in long dresses, guys in suits, everyone looking older and more mature than usual.
Andy and I made our way through the crowd, his hand on the small of my back.
"Cody!"
I turned to see Ryan pushing through the crowd toward me, a huge smile on his face.
"Ryan!" I pulled him into a hug. "You look amazing!"
And he did. Ryan was wearing a deep burgundy suit that complemented his auburn hair and brought out the green in his eyes. He looked stunning.
"So do you!" Ryan said, pulling back to look at me. "That suit is perfect on you."
"Thanks. Where's—"
Before I could finish, arms wrapped around Ryan from behind, and Aiden appeared, resting his chin on Ryan's shoulder.
"Hey, Cody," Aiden said, grinning.
I stared. Aiden was wearing a black suit with a black shirt underneath, no tie. His wavy blonde hair was styled back, and he looked... well, he looked hot. Dangerous and sexy.
But more importantly, he was here. With Ryan. Openly.
"Aiden," I said, smiling. "Good to see you."
Aiden kissed Ryan's neck, and Ryan's face lit up with happiness.
Andy appeared beside me, his arm sliding around my waist. "Hey, Ryan. Aiden."
"Andy," Aiden said, nodding. There was a mutual respect between them—two alphas acknowledging each other.
"You guys want to dance?" Ryan asked.
"In a bit," Andy said. "I want Cody to myself for a few minutes first."
Ryan smirked. "I bet you do."
Andy led me onto the dance floor, pulling me close. The music was loud, the bass vibrating through the floor. Bodies pressed together all around us, everyone lost in the music and the moment.
Andy's hands found my hips, pulling me against him. We moved together, swaying to the beat.
"Having fun?" he asked, his lips close to my ear.
"Yeah," I said. "This is perfect."
His hands slid lower, cupping my ass through the suit pants. He squeezed, his fingers digging into the flesh.
"Fuck," he groaned. "Your ass in these pants—Cody, I've been trying to resist bending you over all night."
Heat flooded through me. "Andy—"
"Can't stop thinking about it. About getting you alone. About claiming my boy pussy."
I pressed closer, feeling the hard bulge at his crotch. He was already hard, his cock straining against his pants.
"You're hard," I whispered.
"Because of you. Because you look so fucking good. Because I know what's under this suit."
My hand slid down between us, rubbing over his bulge. He was huge, thick and hard, and I could feel him twitch under my touch.
"Cody—" he warned.
"What?" I asked innocently, continuing to rub him. "I'm just dancing."
"You're playing with fire."
"Maybe I like fire."
He growled, low and possessive, and captured my mouth in a kiss. It was deep and claiming, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, his hands gripping my ass hard.
We made out right there on the dance floor, surrounded by our classmates, not caring who saw.
When he finally pulled back, we were both breathing hard.
"Come with me," he said, his voice rough.
"Where?"
"Somewhere private."
He took my hand and led me off the dance floor, through the crowd, out of the gymnasium.
The hallways were dimly lit and mostly empty, though we passed a few couples making out against lockers and in doorways.
"Andy, where are we going?" I asked, but he just smiled and kept walking.
He led me down the main hallway, past the cafeteria, toward the administrative wing.
Then he stopped, spun me around, and pinned me against the lockers.
His mouth was on mine immediately, kissing me hard and deep. His body pressed against me, his hard cock grinding against my hip.
"Fuck," he groaned. "Need you so bad."
"Andy—" I gasped between kisses. "Someone could see—"
"Don't care." His hands were everywhere—in my hair, on my face, gripping my ass. "Need you. Right now."
He kissed down my neck, sucking and biting, marking me.
"Been thinking about this all day," he said, his voice rough and low. "About getting you alone. About making you mine."
"I'm already yours," I whispered.
"I know. But I want to make sure you never forget it."
He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark and intense.
"I have something to tell you," he said.
"What?"
"I've been waiting for the right moment. Wanted it to be special."
My heart was pounding. "Andy, what is it?"
He took a breath. "I got a wrestling scholarship."
"That's amazing!" I said, smiling. "Where?"
"Same place you're going."
I froze. "What?"
"Same college. Same campus. We're going to be together next year."
My mind was reeling. "But—I thought you were going to State—"
"I was. But then I got the offer from your school. Full ride. And I realized—I don't want to be apart from you. Not for a single day."
Emotion flooded through me. My pink boypussy twitched, clenching around nothing, already desperate for him.
"Andy—" I breathed.
"We're going to be roommates. We're going to wake up together every morning. Go to practice together. Study together. Fuck every night."
I kissed him hard, pouring all my emotion into it.
"Now come on. I have plans for you."
He took my hand and led me down the hallway, stopping in front of a door.
The principal's office.
"Andy—" I started, but he was already opening the door, pulling me inside.
The office was dark, lit only by the moonlight streaming through the windows. The principal's desk sat in the center of the room, imposing and official.
Andy closed and locked the door behind us, then walked over to the desk. He sat in the principal's chair, leaning back, legs spread wide.
He looked like a god.
The moonlight highlighted his strong features, the sharp line of his jaw, the breadth of his shoulders. His suit jacket was open, his shirt stretched tight over his muscular chest.
"Strip for me," he said, his voice low and commanding.
My breath caught. "Here?"
"Here. Now. I want to see what you're wearing under that suit."
Slowly, I reached up and loosened my tie, pulling it off and letting it drop to the floor.
Andy's eyes were locked on me, dark and hungry.
I unbuttoned my jacket, sliding it off my shoulders and letting it fall.
Then I started on my shirt, unbuttoning it slowly, one button at a time.
"Fuck," Andy breathed. "You're so beautiful."
I let the shirt fall open, revealing my smooth chest. Then I turned around, giving him a view of my back as I slid the shirt off completely.
When I turned back around, Andy's eyes were glued to my ass.
I unbuckled my belt, then unbuttoned my pants. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and slowly—so slowly—pushed them down.
Inch by inch, I revealed what I was wearing underneath.
A black lace thong.
The delicate fabric barely covered anything, the thin string disappearing between my cheeks. The lace stretched over my bubble butt, emphasizing every curve, making my ass look even bigger and rounder.
"Holy fuck," Andy said, his voice strained. "Cody—baby—"
My ass looked incredible. The thong made it look even more prominent, the cheeks spilling out on either side of the thin fabric.
"You like it?" I asked, looking at him over my shoulder.
"Like it? Fuck, Cody, I'm going to destroy you."
When I reached him, I straddled his lap, facing him, my knees on either side of his thighs.
His hands immediately went to my ass, gripping the cheeks, squeezing and kneading.
"This ass," he groaned. "Fuck, this perfect ass."
I ground down on his bulge, feeling his hard cock pressing against my hole through the layers of fabric.
"Best surprise ever." His hands slid over my cheeks, his fingers tracing the thin string of the thong. "You look so fucking sexy."
I leaned in and kissed him, slow and deep. His hands never left my ass, constantly touching, squeezing, worshiping.
"I'm going to keep you full of my cum," he said against my lips. "Every day. Multiple times a day. Going to breed you so much that you're always leaking."
I moaned, grinding harder on his bulge.
"Everyone on campus is going to know you're mine," he continued. "Going to mark you up. Make sure every guy who looks at you knows you're taken."
"Yes—" I gasped.
"Going to make all the other jocks jealous. They're going to see you walking around campus with my cum dripping down your thighs, and they're going to wish they could have you. But they can't. Because you're mine."
"Only yours—"
"Damn right."
I reached between us and started unbuckling his belt. My hands were shaking with anticipation.
I unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper, then reached inside and pulled out his cock.
It was already rock hard, the head dark red and leaking. Pre-cum was dripping steadily, coating the shaft, making it slick and shiny.
"Fuck," I breathed. "You're leaking so much."
"Because of you. Because you're so fucking sexy."
I wrapped my hand around his shaft and started stroking slowly. More pre-cum leaked out, coating my palm, making obscene wet sounds.
"So much pre-cum," I said, fascinated. "I've never seen you leak this much."
"Can't help it. You drive me crazy."
I stroked him slowly, spreading the pre-cum up and down his shaft. It was everywhere—on my hand, on his cock, dripping onto his pants.
"Want to taste it," I whispered.
"Then get on your knees."
I slid off his lap and dropped to my knees between his spread thighs. His cock was right in front of my face, thick and hard and leaking.
I looked up at him, making sure he was watching, then leaned in and kissed the tip.
"Fuck—" Andy groaned.
I kissed down his shaft, slow and teasing. More pre-cum leaked out, and I licked it up, moaning at the taste.
"Keep talking," I said, looking up at him. "Tell me more."
"About what?"
"About being my alpha. About taking care of me."
His eyes darkened. "You want to hear about how I'm going to take care of you?"
"Yes—"
"I'm going to make sure you never want for anything. Going to give you everything you need. My cock, my cum, my protection."
I licked up the underside of his shaft, from base to tip.
"Going to fuck you every morning before class. Going to send you off with my cum inside you, so you're thinking about me all day."
I took the head into my mouth, sucking gently, tasting the pre-cum flooding my tongue.
"Fuck—Cody—your mouth—"
I took him deeper, relaxing my throat, letting him slide in.
"That's it, baby. Take it. Take my cock."
I bobbed my head, taking him deeper with each movement. He was so big, stretching my jaw, filling my throat.
"So good—fuck—you're so good at this—"
I pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit and pre-cum connecting my lips to his cock.
"I love your cock," I said, stroking him. "Love how big it is. Love how it fills me up."
"Yeah? You love being full of my cock?"
"Yes—love it so much—"
I took him back into my mouth, sucking hard, my hand stroking what I couldn't fit.
Andy's hand came to my hair, not pushing, just holding. His hips started to move, fucking up into my mouth in shallow thrusts.
"Going to take such good care of you," he said, his voice strained. "Going to make sure you're always satisfied. Always full. Always mine."
I moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him groan.
I arched my back, making sure he could see my ass behind me. The thong barely covered anything, my cheeks on full display, round and perfect.
"Fuck—look at that ass—" Andy groaned. "Can't wait to get inside you."
I sucked harder, taking him as deep as I could, swallowing around him.
"Okay—okay, baby, stop—" Andy said, pulling me off. "Don't want to cum yet. Want to be inside you."
He stood, pulling me up with him. Then he turned me around and bent me over the principal's desk.
The wood was cool against my chest, a stark contrast to the heat of my body.
Andy's hands were on my ass immediately, squeezing and kneading the flesh.
"This ass," he said reverently. "Fuck, Cody, this ass is perfect."
He hooked his fingers in the thong and pulled it to the side, exposing my hole.
My pink hole was already twitching, clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled.
"So pretty," Andy said. "Your hole is so fucking pretty."
Then he leaned down and kissed it.
I gasped, my hands gripping the edge of the desk.
His tongue licked over my hole, wet and hot, making me shiver.
"Andy—" I moaned.
He spread my cheeks wider, burying his face between them. His tongue pushed inside, fucking into me, and I cried out.
"Oh god—oh fuck—"
He ate me out like he was starving, his tongue working my hole, getting me wet and ready. His hands gripped my ass cheeks, squeezing and massaging.
Then he pulled back and spanked me—hard.
The sound echoed through the office, and I moaned loud.
He spanked me again, and again, each slap making my ass jiggle and bounce.
"Love this ass," he said between spanks. "Love how it jiggles. Love how big and round it is."
"Andy—please—"
He dove back in, his tongue pushing deep inside me. He was sloppy, messy, spit dripping down my thighs, making obscene wet sounds.
"Fuck—yes—" I gasped, pushing back against his face.
He growled into my hole, the vibrations making me see stars.
I started twerking, bouncing my ass on his face, and he groaned, his hands gripping my cheeks harder.
The scene was obscene—me bent over the principal's desk, basically naked except for the thong pulled to the side, my ass up and jiggling while Andy, still in his full suit with his huge cock out, ate my ass like it was his last meal.
"Please—" I begged. "Please, Andy, I need more—"
He pulled back, wiping his mouth. Then he stood, and I looked back over my shoulder to see him loosening his tie.
He pulled it off and tossed it aside, then unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his ripped chest and abs.
His body was incredible—all hard muscle and smooth skin. His pecs were thick and defined, his abs a perfect six-pack.
He left the shirt hanging open and lined his cock up with my hole.
"You want this?" he asked, rubbing the head against my entrance.
"Yes—please—"
"Beg for it."
"Please—" I whimpered. "Please, Andy, I need it—need your cock—"
He pushed the head in, just barely, then pulled back out.
"Not good enough."
"Please—" I was crying now, desperate. "Please fuck me—please fill me up—I need it so bad—"
He rubbed his leaking cockhead over my hole, spreading pre-cum and spit, making it slick and messy.
"Need what?"
"Your cock—need your huge cock inside me—please—"
"Where do you need it?"
"In my boypussy—please—fuck my boypussy—breed me—"
"That's better."
He pushed in.
The stretch was immediate and intense. Even with all the prep, he was so big, filling me completely.
"Oh fuck—" I gasped. "So big—"
"That's it, baby. Take it. Take my cock."
He gripped my ass cheeks, his huge rough hands sliding over the smooth skin. He squeezed and kneaded, his fingers digging into the flesh.
"Your ass is so big," he groaned. "So fucking beautiful."
He spanked me again, and I moaned, pushing back to take him deeper.
"Yes—more—"
He started to move, pulling out slowly then pushing back in. Each thrust was deep, hitting that spot inside me that made me see stars.
"Fuck—" he grunted. "Your hole feels like a tight wet hot furnace for my huge cock."
"Yes—yes—so good—"
I pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, taking him as deep as possible.
He picked up the pace, fucking me harder, faster. The desk creaked under us, the sound mixing with our moans and the wet slap of skin on skin.
"That's it—take it—take my cock—"
His hands never left my ass, constantly touching, squeezing, worshiping.
Then he reached for his tie on the desk and wrapped it around my throat.
"Andy—" I gasped.
He pulled, using it like a leash, pulling me back hard.
My back arched, my ass pushing out even more. My cheeks were squished up against his abs, and he groaned at the feeling.
"Fuck—look at you—" he said. "So fucking beautiful."
He ground deep inside me, his cock buried to the hilt, and I could feel every inch.
"You're my beautiful fuck toy," he said, leaning down to kiss my shoulder. "My perfect boy. Mine."
"Yours—" I gasped. "All yours—"
He started fucking again, harder this time, using the tie to pull me back onto his cock with each thrust.
It was rough, intense, overwhelming. The tie around my throat made it hard to breathe, but in the best way. The restriction heightened everything.
He kissed me, deep and claiming, his tongue sweeping into my mouth.
The fuck turned rougher, sweatier. Andy's shirt was sticking to his skin, his hair falling into his eyes. I was covered in sweat, my body sliding on the desk.
"Gonna cum—" I warned. "Gonna cum—"
"Not yet. Hold it."
"Can't—"
"Yes you can. Hold it for me."
I whimpered, trying to hold back, but it was so hard. Every thrust pushed me closer to the edge.
"Please—" I begged. "Please let me cum—"
"Not yet."
He pulled out suddenly, and I cried out at the loss.
Then he flipped me over onto my back, my legs hanging off the edge of the desk.
He pushed my thighs up toward my chest, folding me nearly in half, and lined his cock back up with my hole.
"Want to see your face," he said. "Want to watch you when I breed you."
He pushed back in, and I moaned loud.
This position was deeper, more intense. I could see his face, could see the way he was looking at me—like I was the most precious thing in the world.
"So beautiful," he said softly. "You're so fucking beautiful."
He started fucking again, hard and deep. His cock hit my prostate with every thrust, making me see stars.
"Andy—oh god—"
"That's it. Take it. Take my cock."
I was whimpering, moaning, completely lost in the pleasure.
"Please—" I begged. "Please let me cum—can't hold it—"
"Okay, baby. Cum for me. Cum on my cock."
My orgasm hit like a freight train. My back arched off the desk, my whole body tensing and shaking. I came hard, spurting all over my chest and stomach, rope after rope of cum.
"Fuck—yes—" Andy groaned. "So fucking hot—"
He kept fucking me through it, prolonging the pleasure, making it last.
When I finally came down, I was trembling, oversensitive.
But Andy wasn't done.
He leaned down and spit in my mouth.
I opened automatically, catching it on my tongue, then swallowed.
"Good boy," he said, grinning.
He started fucking harder, chasing his own orgasm now. His thrusts were rough, brutal, making the desk shake.
"Gonna breed you—" he grunted. "Gonna fill you up—"
"Yes—please—breed me—"
He slammed in deep, over and over, making me see stars.
Then he pulled out all the way and slammed back in balls-deep.
He did it again. And again.
Each time, I cried out, the intensity overwhelming.
"Fuck—Cody—gonna cum—"
"Do it—cum inside me—breed me—"
He slammed in one last time, burying himself to the hilt. His whole body tensed, his muscles flexing, and he growled as he came.
I could feel it—hot and thick, flooding my insides, filling me up.
"Fuck—yes—take it—take my cum—"
He kept cumming, his cock pulsing inside me, pumping load after load into my hole.
When he finally finished, he collapsed on top of me, careful not to crush me with his weight.
We were both panting, covered in sweat, completely spent.
"Fuck," he breathed. "That was—"
"Amazing," I finished.
He kissed me, slow and sweet, a stark contrast to the rough fuck we'd just had.
When he pulled back, he was grinning.
"We should go back to my place," he said. "Round two in an actual bed."
I laughed. "You're insatiable."
"Only for you."
He pulled out slowly, and I felt his cum start to leak out of my hole.
"Fuck," he said, watching. "That's so hot."
He helped me sit up, then handed me my clothes.
We got dressed slowly, stealing kisses between putting on shirts and pants.
When we were finally presentable—or as presentable as we could be after what we'd just done—Andy took my hand.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Yeah."
We slipped out of the principal's office and made our way back through the empty hallways.
The prom was still going strong when we passed the gymnasium, but we didn't stop.