A New Cheerleader Pt. 02

Author's note: This is story is M/M, and directly follows A New Cheerleader.

***

It had been two weeks since Eric had been fucked by five members of the football team while he was wearing a cheerleader's uniform, and he had avoided those five men since. He had been to one of the games with some friends, and they'd all talked about how hot the cheerleaders were in their uniforms as they tumbled and cheered on the team.

Eric had joined in, but in the back of his mind, he kept thinking about how amazing it had felt to be fucked by those football players, and how good it had felt to suck them off, and how right it had felt to wear the pink and white crop top and matching pleated skirt. His dick had hardened just thinking about it. His friends hadn't noticed, they only had eyes for the sexy girls.

Tonight, there was a party at one of the frat houses, and since a lot of those sexy cheerleaders were going, his friends would be going, and they were all expecting Eric to go too. He didn't have a good excuse, and he couldn't avoid parties forever, just because the last one had ended with him giving Patrick a blowjob while wearing lace panties.

He would simply avoid Patrick, and the other football players from last time, and he'd be fine.

His stomach squirmed nervously, and he told himself it wasn't anticipation or a desire to repeat the experience. He wasn't gay, and he didn't want to wear skimpy skirts. He liked looking cheerleaders, he didn't want to be one.

*

The party was all right, and Eric was constantly on the look-out for any of the five football players who had fucked him two weeks ago. They were at the party, including Patrick, their ringleader, but either they didn't remember Eric, or they just didn't care.

He felt relieved at that, and definitely not insulted or disappointed. He drank a few more beers to celebrate that they were ignoring him.

He leaned against one of the walls of the living room, drinking another beer and looking around to see if there were any hot girls, but there weren't any that he wanted to fuck. He kept thinking about the sexy cheerleaders, all of whom were busy with their boyfriends or with some other guy, and about their skirts and pretty panties, and how good it felt to wear the uniform and have guys look at him, and -

He took a big gulp of his beer. Dammit, where had that thought came from? He finished his beer, and stumbled into the kitchen to get another one.

He bumped into Bryan, and he blinked up at the taller football player. "Oh, hey," Eric mumbled. As he looked up at Bryan, he remembered the feel and taste of the guy's cock in his mouth, and how he had swallowed Bryan's come.

Bryan gave him a nod, then kept walking, not even giving him a second glance.

Eric scowled as he grabbed another beer from the fridge. Ugh, the arrogance of those football players! He couldn't believe it. The least Bryan could do was acknowledge Eric's existence. Asshole.

He wandered back into the living room, but watching Bryan laugh with Derek and Patrick just made Eric even grumpier. He finished his beer quickly, then headed to the toilet to take a quick leak before heading home.

The toilet had definitely seen better days, but at least it flushed, and Eric zipped up his hoodie before heading outside. He had only taken a few steps before someone called his name.

"Eric! Leaving so soon?"

He turned on the path. Patrick and Bryan were standing outside the frat house, beers in hand. "Oh, you do remember my name?" he replied, and kept walking. He increased his speed as he heard footsteps behind him.

"Hey, Eric, c'mon, talk to us."

"I'm heading home," Eric called back, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and shrugged it off.

"What's the matter?" Bryan asked, who had caught up with him. "Didn't you like the party?"

"It was fine," he said, coming to a halt. Patrick was on Eric's other side. "But I got this deadline on Monday and I still need to start my essay."

Patrick laughed. "Oh, please, but you love parties!"

"Yeah, we had so much fun at the last party," Bryan replied, taking out his phone.

For a moment, Eric's heart stopped at the thought of Bryan having pictures of Eric in the cheerleader costume, but instead, Bryan opened some app that showed bright, swirling colours. "Wait," Eric said, stepping back. He had seen those colours before.

Patrick slung an arm around Eric's shoulders. "Come on, Eric, just relax," he said, his voice low in Eric's ear. "You love parties."

"Exactly," Bryan told him, holding the phone up to Eric's face. "You get to dance at parties, and all cheerleaders love dancing."

Eric kept staring at the screen. The colours had been replaced by a black and white spiral. "I don't like dancing," he replied, and blinked.

Patrick leaned closer. "Relax, Eric. Look at the centre of the spiral, and relax. Forget about deadlines or classes. You're a cheerleader. That's all that matters to you."

"All you wanna do," Bryan told him, "is dance for us, for the football team. You wanna be a good cheerleader and cheer for us. You wanna wear the uniform and the pretty panties and give a good show, right? That's far more important than deadlines. You want to be a good cheerleader."

There was something wrong with what Bryan and Patrick were saying, but Eric couldn't figure out what it was. He was feeling calm and happy and relaxed, which was better than feeling grumpy and annoyed like he had earlier. And he did want to forget about deadlines and classes. They were boring. "I'm not - not a cheerleader," he mumbled, clinging to that thought.

"Oh, but you are!" Patrick told him, rubbing his shoulder. "Remember? You were a great cheerleader last time, Eric. Derek, Matt and Tony also agreed. You were great."

"I was?" Eric mumbled, and started to smile. They did remember him!

"Yes, you were a great slut," Bryan said. "Sucking us off and letting us fuck you like a good cheerleader should." He was still holding his phone in front of Eric's eyes, letting Eric look at the spiral. "You liked it too, didn't you?"

"Yes," Eric replied. He had loved it, loved the attention and getting fucked. His orgasms had been amazing.

"You wanna do it again, right?" Patrick asked. "Wear a cute cheerleader uniform, do a cheer for us, and then, if we think you're good, we'll fuck you again."

"That shouldn't be a problem," Bryan continued, "because you're a good cheerleader who loves dancing and doing a routine for us football players, Eric."

"I love dancing for football players," Eric mumbled. There was a tiny part of him that protested, but Eric felt too relaxed to worry about that. Bryan and Patrick wanted to fuck him again, but only if he did a routine for them. He could do that. After all, he was a good cheerleader.

*

Eric followed them as Bryan and Patrick walked back to their house, about fifteen minutes' walk away from the frat house they had just left. Eric felt relaxed, and horny, and uncomfortable in his jeans and hoodie. He shouldn't be wearing this. He should be wearing his cheerleading uniform.

"You remember which bedroom we were in last time, right?" Patrick asked, as he opened the door to the house.

Eric nodded.

"Okay, go in there and get changed," Patrick told him. "Bryan, call the other three, I'm gonna get Eric here a couple of accessories for his routine." He gave Eric a quick smile. "Don't worry, we're not expecting you to do any cartwheels or tumbling, not inside. But some nice high kicks, you should be able to do those."

Bryan grinned at him. "And I know you're a slut, Eric, but put on some nice panties for us. We'll remove them later."

"Sure." He could do that. He went down the hallway and opened the door to his right. The room looked exactly as he remembered, a simple single bed, a nightstand, and a wardrobe. He zipped open his hoodie and shrugged it off, leaving it on the ground. He opened the wardrobe, and saw there were two shelves, each with a small pile of cheerleader tops and skirts. The bottom shelf also had a pile of panties.

Eric pulled his t-shirt over his head, dropping that on the floor too, and began rifling through the pile of crop tops to find one that would fit him. He held a few up to his chest, then found one that seemed to fit. He wasn't sure if it was the one he had worn last time, but it was white with pink, horizontal stripes across his chest and short, pink sleeves. The college mascot was on the front, and Eric pulled the top down so it came down just above his bellybutton. He ran his hands down the fabric, smiling. Yes, this felt much better than that dumb t-shirt.

Next were the panties, and Eric removed his shoes, socks, trousers and boxers, and he picked out a couple of panties. Most of them were different shades of pink, but there were a few white ones in there, and some purple ones. Most of them were too small for him, which made Eric grumble again, but he found a nice pink pair with a white, lace trim.

He groaned when he pulled them on, loving the feeling of the panties against his skin, and how snug they held his cock and balls. He palmed himself through the panties, groaning again.

"Hey, no jerking off!"

He turned, his face red as he saw Bryan in the doorway, laughing. "I wasn't!"

Bryan shook his head, still laughing. "I should've known a slut like you couldn't keep your hands off yourself." He moved forward, pulling slightly on the hem of Eric's top. "There, that's better. Now, get that skirt on. Patrick'll be here with the rest of your outfit soon, and Derek and the others won't be long either."

Eric quickly turned back to the wardrobe to search through the pleated skirts. They were all the same, pink and white, and it was just a matter of finding the right size. He pulled it on, turning back to Bryan. "Tada." He spread his arms, then put them on his hips. "Well?"

Bryan looked him up and down with a smile on his face. "Great. There's just a few things missing... Patrick! Hurry up!"

Eric wondered what Patrick was bringing. What accessories would he need? He gasped when Patrick walked in the room. Pompoms! Of course! Duh, the most important part of his cheerleader outfit! He took them from Patrick immediately, and Patrick laughed.

"Hey, I didn't just bring you those," he said, holding up three pairs of pale, pink sneakers, and four pairs of white socks. "You gotta wear these too."

Eric sat down on the bed, the skirt fanning out across his thighs. He took the socks, checking each pair to see which one would fit best, then pulled those on. They came to just below his knee, and they had a white bow at the top. "Are you sure these are socks for cheerleaders?" he asked, as Patrick handed him the sneakers.

Bryan shrugged. "Okay, so maybe those are more for schoolgirls. Who cares? They look cute on you, Eric."

Eric snorted, and checked which pair of pink sneakers would fit. "I guess," he replied, but felt flattered Bryan thought he looked cute. Once the sneakers were on, he grabbed the pompoms he had left on the bed, and raised his arms above his head. "Well?" he asked, twirling for Bryan and Patrick.

They shared a look, and Patrick smiled at him. "I think," he said, "you're one of the most enthusiastic cheerleaders I've ever seen. You look great, Eric. Very hot."

"Very slutty," Bryan added, grinning. His hands already went to his belt. "I'm sure there's time for a quick blowjob..."

Patrick elbowed him as Eric laughed. "Keep it in your pants a little longer. The others'll be here soon, and we haven't told Eric what routine he should do."

Eric lowered his arms, still holding the pompoms. "What's the routine?"

"Oh, nothing complicated," Patrick told him. "You know those routines where cheerleaders spell things out? Like, give me a A, give me a B, and so on?"

Eric nodded. He'd seen those plenty of times. "And the crowd calls out the letter."

"Exactly. Well, you're gonna spell out 'fuck me' for us," Patrick told him. "Because that's what you want, right?"

Eric felt his cock harden. "Yeah," he said, nodding.

"And which each letter, you can do a sexy, slutty pose," Patrick said, smiling. "And when we call out the letter, you give us a high kick." He flipped up Eric's skirt. "I wanna see those cute panties six times, Eric."

"You can do that, right?" Bryan asked, smiling at him as well. "Because you're such a good cheerleader who loves it when the footballers are looking at you, thinking about how they're gonna fuck you, and how you're gonna suck their cock."

Eric nodded, almost moaning at the mental image. "Yeah," he said, grinning. "Yeah, I love that."

Patrick beckoned him to follow. "C'mon, let's get to the living room and make sure you have enough space for those high kicks."

*

By the time they had shoved the coffee table and chairs to one side, Derek, Matt and Tony had arrived, bringing beer and stronger stuff with them. Tony sat down on the couch expectantly as Eric helped Patrick shove the chair into a corner.

"Lookin' good," Tony said, grinning at Eric. "Mm, are we fucking him on the floor or what?"

"Not yet," Patrick said, moving Eric so Eric was standing in the centre of the room. "Eric here is gonna do a little routine for us." He slapped Eric on the ass. "And then we fuck him."

Derek and Matt looked at Eric expectantly, and sat down on either side of Tony. Bryan sat on the arm of the couch, while Patrick stood behind the couch. "Go on, Eric. Give us a cheer."

Eric smiled. He felt nervous as he held the pompoms in front of his chest. It was silly to feel nervous, because he knew he could do this. He wanted to do this. He loved their eyes on him, as they looked at him in his cute cheerleader outfit. Still, doing a cheer in front of others always made him nervous.

Wait, had he ever actually done a cheer before?

He must've. He was a cheerleader, of course he had done a routine in front of others.

"Ready? Okay! Gimme an F!" Eric raised both arms over his head, tilting his hips slightly.

"F!" the guys called back, and Eric did a high kick as best as he could. He didn't manage higher than his own waist, but it didn't matter, because Patrick grinned and the others whooped in appreciation.

"Gimme a U!" He spread his arms, shaking the pompoms as he thrust his chest forward. The next high kick, with his left leg, went a little better.

"Gimme a C!" He did a quick twirl, letting the skirt fan out around him, then did another high kick. The five guys in front of him were grinning and laughing now, and only Tony remembered to call out 'C!'

"Gimme a K!" He put both hands on his hips, followed by a high kick.

"Fuck!" Matt yelled, and Patrick slapped his shoulder.

"Not yet," Patrick told him. "Watch."

"Gimme a M!" Eric thrust his arms forward, shaking the pompoms in their faces. He didn't hear anyone say 'M!' but did a high kick anyway.

"Gimme an E!" He turned around, bending over until his pompoms were resting on the floor.

He stood up, turned around, feeling slightly light-headed, and did another high kick. "What does that spell?" he asked, shaking the pompoms. "Fuck me!" he yelled, raising his arms again.

The guys cheered and applauded, and Eric stood there, panting, his arms still in the air. Cheerleading was exhausting, and he hadn't even done a very long routine.

"Well done, Eric," Patrick said, moving from behind the couch to take the pompoms. "I'm definitely ready to fuck you now."

Derek, Bryan, Matt and Tony all muttered their agreement, and Tony was already unbuckling his belt.

Eric smiled, still breathing fast. "That was fun!"

Patrick grinned at him. "Well, maybe next time you can do another routine for us, maybe some splits and jumps, hmm? Or more sexy poses?"

Eric nodded. "Okay."

"For now, get down on all fours and crawl over to Tony. He really wants that blowjob."

Eric did as he was told, crawling over and helping Tony with his belt and trousers. Tony was already hard, and Eric opened his mouth to give Tony that blowjob. He moved his head down quickly, because he was a slut and sluts loved deep-throating. He started gagging on Tony's cock, though, but Tony didn't seem to care.

He had one hand on the back of Eric's head, and was moaning above him. "Mm, fuck yeah, suck my cock, you slut."

Eric couldn't see who was moving to kneel behind him, but he felt two hands lifting the skirt so they could pull his panties down. He smiled when he felt someone slap his ass.

"Very cute panties," Bryan said, "but they have to come off."

Eric moved his knees and legs to Bryan could take them off, then spread his thighs, eager to get fucked. He moaned around Tony's cock as he felt two fingers circle his asshole, spreading lube. God, he wanted to get fucked. Wearing this outfit and doing his routine had made him hard, and the way the guys had been watching him had turned him on immensely.

Tony laughed above him. "Eager to get fucked, are you?"

He moaned, hoping Tony and the others understood him. Going by their laughter, and the way Bryan slid both fingers inside of Eric, they did.

He pushed his hips back, letting Bryan know he wanted more.

"Is it me, or is he more eager than last time?" Matt asked.

"Well, this is his second time, and we used the app again, just to make sure he was willing. I mean, it's been two weeks," Bryan said. "I wasn't sure if the previous commands had worn off."

"I don't think they did," Patrick said. "I mean, look at how he was acting at the party. Dude was fucking sulking because we were ignoring him."

Eric felt his face turn red as he kept sucking off Tony. It was true, he had been sulking because Patrick and Bryan had ignored him. It was silly, because they had better things to do than deal with a cheerleader, but Eric had needed them. He had needed them to fuck him hard, like a slutty cheerleader always needed a big, hard cock in their mouth or ass.

"Poor Eric," Bryan said, using his other hand to pat Eric's ass. "Well, you got all the attention you wanted right now, don't you?" He pulled his fingers out of Eric, then pressed the tip of his dick against Eric's slick hole.

"Wait," Tony said, panting. "I wanna come first, I'm fucking close."

Eric increased his efforts, moving his head up and down quickly, and letting Tony thrust in and out of his mouth. Soon, Tony grunted above him, filling Eric's mouth with come. Eric swallowed, then leaned up so Tony could move away.

Eric rested his forehead against the seat of the couch, then moaned as Bryan pushed in. "Ooh, yes!" It hurt a little, to have a dick push in after two weeks of not getting fucked, but Eric needed it. He was a slutty cheerleader, and slutty cheerleaders always needed to get fucked. "Oh fuck, yeah!"

Bryan had his hands on Eric's hips, pushing deeper and deeper. "What a good, tight little slut you are," he said. "Look at you, getting fucked in your cheerleader uniform."

Eric moaned. He loved getting fucked in the uniform. He loved feeling the tight top across his chest and shoulders, loved the skirt brushing against his thighs. "Fuck me, please," he moaned.

Bryan kept pushing deeper and deeper, until he had filled Eric up entirely, and then began to thrust in and out. His thrusts were quick and hard, and he was groaning.

Eric moaned, thrusting back. He felt one of the guys grab his hand, and he looked up to see Patrick bring Eric's wrists to his groin.

"I wanna fuck you next," Patrick said, looking down at Eric. "Go on. Get me hard."

Eric blinked, then pressed his hand against Patrick's groin. He was still wearing his trousers, and Eric began to rub him through the fabric. He could feel Patrick's cock harden, and soon Patrick brushed his hand away to unbuckle his belt and open the buttons of his trousers.

Eric licked his lips when Patrick pushed his trousers down to reveal his big, hard cock, and he quickly wrapped his hand around it. He kept jerking Patrick off while Bryan fucked him hard, and Patrick leaned his head back, resting it against the back of the couch.