Don't You Wish Your Girlfriend Was Hot Like Me?

It had started out like everything Joseph ever did had; a joke. He had just been messing around and making all of his fellow cheerleaders laugh when they insisted he do the same thing for the football team. It had just spiraled down from there. Now, months later, Joseph find himself dressed in the skimpiest, tightest fitting cheerleading uniform they had. In fact, their school didn't even allow their cheerleaders to wear them anymore, so he wasn't quite sure where Suzie Q had gotten it from.

He stood outside the men's locker room door as he leaned over to grin at Suzie Q. "Oh, so this is what you wanted us to do, huh? You wanna sneak into the locker rooms so we can--"

Before he could finish she pinched him on the butt and gave him a shove in the back. "Don't be stupid; as head cheerleader, it's your job to go congratulate the star quarterback for his great performance out there today." She winked at him before shoving him all the way into the locker room.

The star quarterback himself, a blond by the name of Caesar Zeppeli, was taking off his shoes when he heard someone come in.

"Coach Lisa Lisa, is that--" He started when he saw the large, hairy man in a cheerleading outfit. "...Excuse me?"

Joseph grinned widely, sauntering over to Caesar and leaning over him once he realized he was actually a bit taller.

"Hey, so, here's the deal, in case you didn't know, I'm the head cheerleader now," he waggled his eyebrows, as if that was somehow an impressive feat. "So, Suzie Q told me I was supposed to congratulate you."

He leaned really close to him, grabbing him by the jaw and moving to kiss him.

The truth was, Joseph didn't really care for Caesar Zeppeli. He was an amazing quarterback, but a pompous dick. Worse, he had a different girlfriend every hour and Joseph just couldn't respect a man like that. Now that Suzie Q had given him this chance to teach him a lesson, how could he resist?

Caesar was so surprised he pushed Joseph away; if he had seen it coming, he might not have. Even as he tried to look disgusted, he found himself checking Joseph out. He had always thought Joseph had the nicest ass of any man he had ever seen; now, in that tight little skirt, it looked even nicer.

"What do you mean, congratulate me?" he asked, crossing his arms and raising his brow. "Are we talking a pat on the back here, or...are you really gonna try to kiss me?"

"Why, haven't you kissed all of the other cheerleaders? What's the difference?" he teased heartily. "So pucker up, Casanova."

Caesar bit his lip in thought for a moment. Then he caressed Joseph's face and pulled him into an eager kiss--or rather, a string of eager kisses, which he continued until he ran out of breath.

When Caesar finally pulled away, Joseph was almost too shocked to react. He could hardly believe that Caesar had actually kissed him. And he hadn't acted particularly grossed out about it, either. Feeling like his entire plan had been a bust, Joseph took a few steps and hoped to make a hasty retreat.

"W...well, uh, so...congratulations and uh...all that," he muttered. He couldn't believe he didn't have anything witty to say. How dare Caesar do this to him!

Caesar grinned, amused by Joseph's reaction. "What? It's like you said, I should kiss all the cheerleaders. Unless you want something else? We are in a locker room." He stripped off his shirt, revealing the bulky padding underneath.

"Well, I didn't think you were such a big slut that you'd actually kiss me," he replied truthfully.

Then, after a pause he said, "...so, like...uh, are you like, bi or something?"

"Are you bi?" he asked pointedly. "You're the one who asked me to kiss you."

"It was a joke!" he replied defensively. "Besides, you're the one who actually kissed me! And then you didn't stop!"

Joseph straightened out his skirt in a huff. "Maybe you're just some sort of pervert, maybe you're not actually a ladies man, is that it? You don't care where you put your dick as long as you get off?" he said accusingly, poking Caesar hard in the chest.

"Better than not putting my dick anywhere. Though, I suppose that's not entirely accurate--I'm sure your hand sees plenty of action." He laughed.

Joseph grabbed him and forced him against the locker, kissing him again. He'd show Caesar he was experienced. Even though he wasn't. So really he wasn't sure what he was trying to accomplish by doing this, but it had just felt like the right thing to do.

Caesar slipped his tongue into his mouth and slowly slid his hand under that tight little skirt, groping Joseph's firm ass.

Joseph ran his hands over Caesar's lower abdomen, although he flinched when Caesar grabbed his ass. He couldn't believe he was doing this; he had always imagined his first time making out it would be with some hot chick in the locker rooms. Somehow, he had the feeling he had somehow ended up being the hot chick in this situation.

Joseph trailed his hands down to Caesar's pants where he hesitated before he pulled away, wiping his mouth. Awkwardly, he fixed his skirt.

"There are showers in here, you know," he said gently. "Do you want to...?" He slowly moved Joseph's hand back to his crotch.

Joseph flushed red as he felt his fingers brush against Caesar's crotch. He swallowed down his nervousness as he smiled again. There was no reason to let Caesar know exactly how nervous he was feeling.

"S...sure," he replied with some sense of confidence. It wasn't like they were going to do much, just fool around a little bit, right?

"Go on, take them off," he pressed. He tugged at Joseph's shirt, or bra, or whatever you'd call it--either way it covered far too little for Caesar to ignore.

Joseph pulled his off the thin layer of fabric covering his chest and tossed it aside carelessly. His chest was even hairier than the rest of his body. He beamed widely at Caesar.

"You like it?" he asked, showing off his muscular chest.

"Can't say--we haven't started yet, have we?" he replied coolly. Only years of practice permitted him such a smooth reply; on the inside, he was already flustered. He enjoyed the sight of Joseph's chest very much, and he wasn't sure how he felt about that.

"Get out of this slutty skirt and into the showers and I'll tell you if I like it or not." He pulled down his own pants, revealing a jockstrap.

Joseph laughed to hide his obvious nervousness.

"Come on, just admit you like the way I look," he insisted. "With my sexy chest, and my sexy abs and especially my sexy lips."

He yanked down his skirt and shorts with one smooth motion, quickly tossing them aside. Although he felt a bit strange about being completely naked in front of another man, it wasn't all too strange.

"Why do you ask? Do you like the way I look?" He pulled on the waist band of his jockstrap teasingly. "Maybe I won't show you all of it, if you're not interested."

Joseph scowled.

"You're an awful tease," he crossed his arms. "What do you want me to say? I like chicks, I just, uh...I'm just doing this for you."

"Really? Ever fucked a chick before?" he asked, unimpressed. "Ever eaten a woman out? Ever pleasured her with your tongue until she writhed in ecstasy? " He moved closer to Joseph, staring him down. "If you want this, go ahead and take off my jockstrap. Otherwise, I can just use my talents on a woman who will appreciate them."

Joseph pouted, avoiding looking him in the eyes.

"Of course I've slept with a chick before, what sort of dumbass thing is that to ask?" he cleared his throat. "B...besides, I never said I wasn't gonna enjoy this, I just, uh..."

He hooked his fingers in Caesar's jockstrap and yanked it down without hesitation. He hoped that this proved he had some sort of experience.