A New Cheerleader

Author's note: This is story is M/M, despite the starting scene.

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Eric sidled up to the pretty blonde girl in the tight t-shirt that was hugging her breasts. She was leaning against the wall, sipping from her cup and watching people dance. Now was the time.

"Hey there," he said, leaning in. "Aren't you one of the cheerleaders from the game today?" Tonight's party at one of the local frat houses was to celebrate the football team's victory.

"Yeah," she replied, glancing up at him for a moment. "Go team!" She pumped her fist in the air and gave him a cheesy grin.

His eyes flicked down to her breasts, which jiggled slightly as she moved her arm. "You're really good at that. How about you give me a private cheer, huh?" He'd been trying to fuck a cheerleader ever since his freshman year at college. Now he'd been at college for three years, and he still hadn't managed it.

She rolled her eyes, lowering her arm. "No, thanks."

Eric snorted, taking a gulp from his beer. "What, you only fuck jocks? Is that it? I gotta be on the football team first?"

She gave him a glare. "Trust me, even if you were on the football team, I still wouldn't fuck you." She pushed away from the wall.

He grabbed her shoulder, making her turn around. He might not be as a big and buff as some of the football players, but he was well over six foot and pretty strong. "Please, you're a cheerleader, that's what you do."

She shrugged his hand off. "What I do, is cheerlead, you asshole."

"Look, everyone knows you cheerleaders are a bunch of sluts anyway," Eric told her. "Why not fuck guys outside the football team?"

She opened her mouth, closed it, gave him another glare and walked away.

Eric smiled to himself. She hadn't denied it. She knew the truth. He went after her, following her into the kitchen of the frat house. It was a mess, empty bottles and cups everywhere, and piles of cardboard boxes from take-out and pizza. "Just admit it," he said.

The cheerleader opened the fridge to grab a can of beer. "Leave me alone, asshole."

"I will if you admit all cheerleaders are sluts," Eric said, smirking down at her. "How many members of the football team have you fucked?"

She rolled her eyes. "Don't believe everything you see in porn."

"That's not an answer," Eric said, stepping to the right and stopping her from leaving. "Go on, admit it."

She glared up at him, then she smiled at something behind him. "Hey, Patrick."

"Hey."

Eric turned to see one of the quarterbacks from the team standing in the doorway. "Hey," he said, slightly annoyed. Great, now the cheerleader would go off with the quarterback and fuck him instead of Eric.

Patrick looked from Eric to the girl. "Something going on here?"

"No, just another guy who's been watching too much porn and thinks all cheerleaders are sluts," the girl said, moving to stand next to Patrick. "You know, the usual."

"Come on," Eric said, gesturing at her. "It's true. It's not just porn. Everyone knows that cheerleaders are massive sluts. I bet you and half the football team have fucked her by now."

"Is that what you think?" Patrick asked, smiling a little.

"Of course. That's why you have cheerleaders, right?" Eric replied. "If they're not there for you guys to fuck afterwards, what's the point of them?"

"Seriously?" the girl exclaimed, gesturing with her can. "Seriously?"

Patrick put a hand on her shoulder. "Go back to the party, I'll handle this."

She let out a huff, but left.

Eric drank from his beer, eyeing Patrick. "Come on, now that she's gone, you can tell me. I'm right, aren't I? They're a bunch of sluts."

Patrick shrugged. "Some cheerleaders are, yeah."

Eric laughed. "I fucking knew it. Which ones?"

Patrick smiled. "Wouldn't you rather like to find out through experience?"

"Of course!" Eric exclaimed. Finally, someone who was being helpful. "What do I do?"

Patrick walked past him and over to the fridge. He crouched down, and grabbed a green bottle from the back of the fridge. "First, you gotta drink some of our special moonshine." He got up, grabbing an empty cup from the counter.

"What, and prove I'm worthy?" Eric asked, wandering over to Patrick. The moonshine smelled pretty strong.

Patrick hesitated before offering him the cup. "You're sure that all cheerleaders are massive sluts who love nothing more than getting fucked by a football player?"

"Well, yeah?" Eric replied, frowning. "Or sucking their dicks. But they're definitely massive sluts."

Patrick smiled as he handed Eric the cup. "Let's go and find out if that's true," he said. "Drink up."

Eric took one sip and nearly spat it out. It was incredibly strong. "Holy shit," he spluttered.

Patrick just laughed. "Come on. You want to prove you're right or what?"

Eric pulled a face, then pinched his nose and swallowed the rest down in a couple of big gulps. He put the cup down on the counter, and shuddered. "That was fucking vile." He turned to face Patrick, and blinked. He was already feeling a little wobbly. "Whoa, and strong."

"Yeah, it's the good stuff," Patrick said. He put a hand around Eric's shoulders. "It'll help you relax. What's your name?"

"Eric," he mumbled. "Why do I need to relax?" He was gonna fuck a slutty cheerleader. Relaxing wasn't gonna help with that.

"It'll help you." Patrick steered him out of the kitchen, nodding at a few other guys and girls as he moved. "You'll need to be relaxed for all the fucking you're gonna do."

Well, maybe he shouldn't be too tense or anxious about it, Eric supposed. He stumbled over the rug, and was glad for Patrick's support. Patrick was a pretty great guy, helping him like this. He was taller than Eric, and broad like only a quarterback could be, his arm heavy around Eric's shoulders. "Okay," he said.

Patrick led him outside. "We just need to go somewhere else now. You can't exactly fuck at the party, can you?"

"No," Eric replied, nodding. There were too many people there, and the bedrooms would probably be occupied anyway. They walked down the footpath, and Eric wasn't sure how long they kept walking for. "Where are we going?" he asked.

"Oh, some place quieter," Patrick said. "Still on campus, don't worry. Not all of us are part of that frat, so we live in one of the other houses."

"Cool," Eric said. The footpath didn't look familiar, but then trying to remember if he had been here before meant having to think, and it was pretty difficult to think. Damn, that moonshine must've been pretty strong. Still, it wasn't like fucking some slutty cheerleader required a lot of thinking. He sniggered to himself.

"Hey, let's sit down for a moment, you seem a bit unsteady," Patrick said, leading him over to one of the benches alongside the footpath. "You don't wanna be too drunk when we get there, right?"

Eric shook his head and sat down next to Patrick. Patrick was being so nice, looking out for him like this. "Yeah."

"So, how are you feeling?" Patrick asked. "Nice and relaxed?"

Eric smiled. Now that Patrick had mentioned it, he did feel pretty relaxed, his limbs heavy against the bench. "Yeah." He tilted his head back, looking up at the stars. "Those look pretty."

Patrick nudged him, and showed him his phone. "Have you seen this app?" he asked, showing Eric the screen with bright, swirling colours.

Eric blinked. "No. Is it new?"

"Yeah, something one of the other guys on the football team made." He pressed a few buttons on the screen, and the swirling colours shifted into a blank and white spiral. "It helps with focus and concentration before a game. You should try it."

"Okay," Eric said, staring intently at the screen. He found himself leaning forward a little.

"Keep looking," Patrick told him. "Keep looking at the centre of the screen, and relax, Eric. Just relax."

"Yes," Eric replied. He blinked. The screen seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. There was nothing besides the spiral and the sound of Patrick's calm voice.

"As you look at the spiral, you find your limbs growing heavy. First your legs, moving up to your thighs, and your waist," Patrick said. "They're growing heavy and relaxed. Then up to your chest and shoulders and your arms. Go on, lean back and sit comfortably, Eric. That's good."

Eric leaned back against the bench, tilting his head back as Patrick held the phone over his head. "Pretty," he mumbled.

"Now that your body is relaxed, you can relax your mind," Patrick told him, sitting close. "Just relax your mind. No need to think about anything, or worry about anything. Just look at the spiral."

"Uh huh."

"As you look at the spiral, you are falling into a very relaxed state. You're feeling happy and relaxed."

"Happy," Eric mumbled. Yes, he was feeling happy, sitting here with Patrick. This was nice.

"You're feeling very happy and relaxed as you're listening to me. You like listening to me, Eric. It makes you feel happy. You know what else makes you happy, Eric?"

Eric frowned slightly. His mind was a blank. He couldn't think of anything else that made him happy. That required thinking, and he was too relaxed for that.

"Cheerleaders make you happy, Eric."

"Yeah!" Now that Patrick had mentioned it, Eric realized he was right. Cheerleaders did make him happy.

"Remember when you said that all cheerleaders were massive sluts? That cheerleaders just love getting fucked by football players or sucking their dicks?"

"Yeah," Eric said. "Cheerleaders are sluts." It was obvious and everyone knew it.

"That's right," Patrick told him. "Cheerleaders are sluts. They love getting fucked by football players and sucking their cocks. It really turns them on. The more football players, the better."

"Uh huh," Eric replied, still staring at the spiral.

"The thing is, though," Patrick told him, "is that you're a cheerleader too, aren't you?"

Eric blinked. "I'm a cheerleader?" That seemed wrong. He didn't remember being a cheerleader.

"Yes, you are. You're one of the best. You love cheering the team on. You love waving your pompoms and showing off your body in the crop top and the little skirt," Patrick told him. "And flashing everyone your panties. You really love doing that. You love wearing pretty lace panties under your cheerleader skirt. You love the tight top. You love being a cheerleader."

"Uh huh," Eric said. Patrick was right. He did love being a cheerleader and wearing the uniform, cheering on the team.

"And since you're a cheerleader, you're a slut. You love getting fucked by the football team. The more guys, the better for a slut like you," Patrick continued.

"Yeah." Cheerleaders were sluts, and since he was a cheerleader, he was a big slut too. "Yeah."

Patrick kept telling him about that, about how much Eric liked being a cheerleader and wearing the uniform, about how much he loved being a slut and how much he loved getting fucked by the football players.

Eric wasn't sure how long they sat there, but eventually Patrick told him to count down from ten to one, and to come out of his trance.

When Eric counted to one, he blinked. He looked up at the stars and smiled. "They're pretty," he mumbled.

"Come on, let's get going," Patrick said, tugging on Eric's arm.

Eric stood up. He didn't remember how long they had sat there, but he remembered looking up at the stars and feeling relaxed. "Sure." He was feeling steadier on his feet now, and walked alongside Patrick. He remembered Patrick playing in the game that afternoon. Patrick was a pretty good football player.

He felt his dick harden in his jeans, which was weird, since he hadn't even been thinking about sex. He'd been thinking about Patrick playing football, and how Eric had cheered him on and waved his pompoms.

No, hang on, he had sat in the crowd. He didn't have pompoms. He wasn't a cheerleader. Although that did sound like fun, cheering the team on and wearing that cute little uniform with the short skirt.

Wait, where had that come from? He liked looking at the sexy cheerleaders in those uniforms, he didn't want to wear them. He didn't want to wear a short skirt and flash his panties as he jumped around. In his mind's eye he could see himself wearing the cheerleader's uniform. The crop top flat against his chest, the skirt barely covering his ass and the lace panties underneath. His dick jerked eagerly.

Eric shook his head. He wasn't into wearing women's clothing and he definitely didn't want to wear lace panties. They'd be too tight around his cock and balls. Or maybe that would good? The soft fabric against his cock and it'd be so snug and tight. Maybe it'd be nice.

"Here we are," Patrick said, leading him up to the house.

Eric's thoughts were still confused as they entered. He kept thinking about fucking a cheerleader, and about wearing the cheerleader's uniform. But he didn't want that, did he? Even if the thought of wearing panties was making his dick even harder. Where was that even coming from?

Patrick led him into a hallway. The house was dark and quiet. "The others'll be here soon," Patrick told Eric, opening a door to his right. "You should get ready."

Ready for what? Eric felt Patrick push him inside. It was a small bedroom, with a single bed in the corner, a nightstand, and a wardrobe. There were no posters on the wall, or any other personal items. "Ready?" Eric asked. He sat down on the bed. He was trying to think, but it was difficult. He was here to have sex, and he had to get ready. Patrick had told him to get ready, and he liked Patrick. Patrick told him what to do.

"Yes. Take your clothes off." Patrick smiled at him. "You can't fuck with those clothes on, can you?"

Patrick was right, and Eric immediately began to take off his clothes, removing his shirt, shoes, socks and trousers. He hesitated when he had stripped down to his boxers. His cock was half-hard. It would be weird to let Patrick see that.

Patrick rifled through the wardrobe, and pulled out a crop top that he held up to Eric's chest. "Hmm, I think we need a bigger one," he said. "Just wait."

Eric blinked. He recognised that top as part of the cheerleader's uniform. It had their college mascot on. "Huh?"

Patrick gave him another crop top. "Put this on," he said. "You're a cheerleader, right? Cheerleaders wear this uniform."

Eric held the top in his hand. The fabric was smooth and he stared down at the logo. Patrick was right. He was a cheerleader. He had to wear the uniform.

He couldn't remember ever trying out for the squad, though, or doing a routine.

But Patrick had to be right. Of course Eric was a cheerleader.

He pulled the top over his head. It was tight around his shoulders and chest, and came down to just above his belly button. He looked down at himself, and his stomach lurched. This was wrong. He shouldn't be wearing this. He didn't want to wear this.

"Very good," Patrick said, smiling down at him. He ran his hands down Eric's chest, tugging the top down further. "A perfect fit."

Eric smiled at him. Patrick was right, the top did fit him perfectly. His nipples poked through the thin fabric.

"Now for the skirt and the panties," Patrick said, turning around to search through the wardrobe. "Take your boxers off, Eric. Cheerleaders don't wear those."

Shame-faced, Eric pulled down his boxers. Patrick was right, how could he have forgotten about that? Cheerleaders wore pretty panties. Eric had definitely seen that often enough as they tumbled and jumped.

Patrick handed him a pair of white panties with a lace trim and a small pink bow on the front. "Try these on."

Eric did, and the panties were snug around his half-hard cock, but they fit him just right, covering his butt.

"Now, one last thing for our good little cheerleader," Patrick said, nodding approvingly. He handed Eric the matching skirt. "Put that on too."

Something inside Eric balked at that. A skirt? He didn't wear skirts! He was a man, not some cheerleader slut.

"Come on, Eric," Patrick told him. "It's part of the uniform for a cheerleader."

"But I'm not -"

"Yes, you are," Patrick said firmly. "You are a cheerleader. Why else would you be wearing half the uniform, huh? You're a cheerleader. You love being a cheerleader. You want to be a good cheerleader. Just relax."

Something inside Eric settled. Patrick was right. Only cheerleaders wore this uniform, so obviously he was a cheerleader too. He put the pleated skirt on and tugged it down so it covered his ass.

"Very good." Patrick stood close to him, and he tugged the skirt down too, before letting his hands slide up Eric's thighs and over the panties. He palmed Eric's cock.

Eric gasped and jerked his hips forward. Oh, that felt good.

"Look at that," Patrick said, and kept stroking him through the panties. "You're getting hard already, aren't you? I shouldn't be surprised, all cheerleaders are sluts."

"Yeah." Eric nodded, and kept pushing against Patrick's hand. Cheerleaders were sluts, and he was a cheerleader. Therefore, he was a slut too.

"Such a good cheerleader you are," Patrick continued, rubbing Eric's balls. "Now, wait here and I'll see if the team is here yet." He pushed Eric to sit down on the bed.

Eric sat down, resting his hands on the sheets. The pleated skirt fanned out, covering his thighs. It felt a little weird, sitting down in a skirt while wearing those tight panties, but it was only right. He was a cheerleader, and this was what cheerleaders wore.

He heard Patrick talk to some people further down the hall. Male voices, from what Eric could hear. His cock hardened further. The football team?

Patrick entered the room again, bringing four other guys with him. They were all tall and broad like him, and Eric recognised them as football players. "This is the one I told you about," Patrick said, gesturing at Eric.

Eric smiled up at the four men. His cock jerked eagerly. He was a cheerleader, so he was a slut who loved getting fucked by football players.

"From the party?" one of them asked, looking Eric up and down.

"Yeah, he was being... well, you know," Patrick said. "So I figured I'd give him some of our moonshine and use the app on him. Worked like a charm."

The other guy grinned. "Told you that app would work!"

"Yes, Bryan, well done on making that app." Patrick smiled. "You can go first."

Bryan stepped forward, and shrugged off his jacket. His tight shirt emphasised his broad chest and thick biceps. "Hey there," he said, smiling down at Eric. "Aren't you a pretty cheerleader?"

Eric felt his cheeks turn red. This was ridiculous. He was a man, men weren't pretty, but he still felt pleased at the compliment. "Thanks."

Bryan laughed, stroking Eric's hair. "And you think all cheerleaders are sluts, right?"

"Uh huh," Eric replied, nodding. Bryan was absolutely right about that.

Bryan pulled his hand back so he could unbuckle his belt. "Well, how about you prove that by sucking my dick?"

Eric could only stare are Bryan unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down along with his boxers. His cock sprang out, half-hard. "What?"

"Suck my dick," Bryan told him, moving forward. "Since you're a cheerleader, you must be a slut."

Eric's hand moved to wrap around Bryan's cock without him thinking about it. It was hard and heavy in his hand. But he didn't like men like that. He didn't want to suck dick.

So why did he lean forward and start licking? Eric felt confused. He was straight! He didn't like sucking dick! But he was a cheerleader, so he had to love this. Bryan was a football player, of course he could ask Eric to suck his dick. It was what Eric was for.

"Go on, swallow it down," Bryan told him.

Eric opened his mouth to let the cock slide inside. He had to suck dick. That was what he was for. He was a slut and these football players were allowed to fuck him if that was what they wanted.