A discussion on the meaning of 'Thundercock'

Brad stared down at the fumbling nerd, watching as the worry in his eyes betrayed his inability to answer the question. After all, all five of them knew that Kevin hadn’t been invited to Jessica’s birthday bash. That didn’t leave him with many reasons as to why he’d be here, few of which were good.

“Brad asked you a question, poindexter” Chris exclaimed, wrapping an arm around Sam’s waist as he pulled her close. Tiffany took the time to place herself between the two jocks, trapping Kevin and preventing any escape route.

As the nerd remained silent, Brad suppressed the urge to smack him. He might have been drunk but there were some things he refused to do. Knowing that Kevin wouldn’t talk willingly, Brad decided to try a different tactic.

“Do you know why people call me Brad Thundercock?” the jock asked, smiling down at the pasty nerd below.

Kevin gulped, doing everything he could not to anger Brad. This was a question he could answer. “It’s because of the rumors” he mumbled, his voice soft and broken. It was the first thing he’d said since they’d caught him.

Brad grinned, knowing where this was going, exchanged a smirk with Chris. “What rumors?” he asked, his tone intentionally low as he faked ignorance.

“Those that say that you have an impossibly huge cock.” Kevin blurted out, knowing exactly what Brad wanted to hear. When the jock failed to comment, the resulting silence made Kevin sweat even more, the nerd scrambling to find something to say. “...and that every girl who sees it ends up loving it!!”

The jock chuckled, relishing how the loser was stroking his ego. While only the first part of the rumors were true, Brad never got tired of hearing them. It was amazing how distorted certain stories became once they propagated throughout the student body. Gossip could be a powerful thing when used correctly. Truthfully, many girls were intimidated by his size, not that he’d ever let Kevin know that.

“I wish those rumors were true” he joked, winking at the girls. The pair blushed significantly, unable to look him in the eyes. The cock in question suddenly felt heavier in his pants. It reminded him of his initial plans to fuck Tiffany and, if he’d been lucky, Jessica tonight. Instead, he was stuck dealing with this nerd. “But no,” he said sinisterly as he crouched down, “they call me Thundercock because when I tackle someone to the ground, they feel as though they’d just been struck by lightning.”

While whoever coined the nickname had always been a mystery to Brad, he did know that it was related to two things - the **** of his tackles and his large dong. He was just glad the bastard hadn’t gone with “Lightningcock”. That just didn’t roll off the tongue as well.

Kevin certainly knew this, as evident by the way his face became white as a ghost. Brad hoped the nerd was remembering the **** of those tackles in action, a silent threat of what was to come if he didn’t comply. Yet, Kevin wasn’t staring at Brad; instead, his gaze was locked on the jock’s hand, specifically the new ring he’d acquired at the Edward’s household. Brad took note and decided to use it to his advantage.

“Did you come for the ring? Is it yours? Family heirloom?” He doubted it, but he wanted to see how Kevin would react. Still, the nerd gave no reply, his expression unchanging. It truly looked like he’d seen his worst fears come to life.

“Well tough, it’s mine now” he concluded, hoping to get any reaction. But still, Kevin did not move.

Looking up his audience, Chris shrugged and nudged with his head, signaling that they should leave. Feeling his control over his anger slipping, Brad sighed and silently agreed. None of his attempts to make the nerd talk was working. Besides, after tonight’s story had spread, the damage the school’s gossip train would do to him easily paled in comparison to anything Brad could do out here.

“Fine, whatever man” he said as he rose, dismissing him and getting ready to leave. As he did, Kevin’s eyes flashed with sudden resolve and he lunged himself at Brad, looking like a **** animal fighting for his life.

The football player raised his arms to block, succeeding in making it so that he held the nerd back with his hands, pushing him away. This didn’t stop Kevin however, who clawed at the jock’s fingers, clutching them desperately.

“I wish you’d stop bullying me!” he yelled as Brad pushed him back, the jock quickly being aided by Chris as his teammate joined in separating the two. The pair of them were easily able to push Kevin back onto the ground, Brad watching with satisfaction as Kevin’s fight died out from within him.

“And I wish I deserved countless blowjobs,” he mocked, staring down at the cornered nerd. Behind him, the two girls giggles at the joke. “But we can’t all get what we want. Now scram!”

Not wanting to be told twice, Kevin rushed to his feet, only giving Brad’s hand one last fleeting look before turning around and bolting, nearly knocking over Tiffany as he ran passed her.

“I should’ve hit him” he mumbled to his gang as they watched the nerd scurry around a corner, disappearing off into the night.

“Be thankful you didn’t.” Chris said next to him, forever the logical one. “It could have ruined your chances for that scholarship”

“Yeah” He brought a hand up to cradle his temples, his head pounding from both a night’s worth of **** and his raging emotions. He turned to the trio that remained. “Now what? Back to Jess’s?” he asked, unsure whether they should return to the party or not.

Almost as though they’d anticipated the question, the girls exchanged a cheeky grin before Tiffany walked up next to him, swaying her hips with every step. “Actually,” she began as she jumped onto his arms, the jock reaching up to hold her instinctively. “I was thinking you and I could go elsewhere else. Back to my place, maybe? I’m sure we can all agree you deserve a little reward for the way you handled Kevin back there.”

The way her finger was making small circles across his navel while it slowly inched its way closer and closer to his groin told him everything he needed to know. It was bold, even for Tiffany. Chalking it up to the **** messing with her system, Brad decided to take full advantage and took a moment to finally fully appreciate the girl’s choice in outfit tonight. God damn she was showing off lots of skin.

“Hell yeah I do” he said with a cocky grin, glad that despite the night’s interruptions, his plans had come to fruition after all.

Glancing up at his mate, Brad noted that Chris had pulled his girl in close. Sam, for her part, looked like she was begging to say something but was doing everything she could to hold herself back. “You guys fine if we… go?” he asked, unsure.

His worries passed as Chris waved him off. “Go, man. You deserve it. Just remember to not show up hungover for tomorrow’s game!”

That earned a laugh from Brad. “Right on!” The boys exchanged a quick single-pat hug before Brad grabbed Tiffany by the waist and dragged her with him, the pair drunkenly staggering into the night.

“I should be going with them!” Sam whined as they watched Brad and Tiffany become silhouettes down the street. When they disappeared, she turned to her boyfriend, eyes and voice both thick with need. “Can I go, please? You know how much I love his cock.”

Chris shook his hand and turned to walk in the opposite direction, forcibly taking the begging girl with him. “I said no.”

“But Brad deserves a blowjob!” she replied, stressing the point. “I could team up with Tiffany and make it even better! Don’t be a cockblock.”

“I ain’t blocking shit, Tiffany will give him one just fine!” he said as the girl pouted. “Look, if you love his dick so badly than go after them. You’re the one who insisted on exclusivity anyway.”

“No, no, it’s fine. I’ll stay.” she resigned as she gave up, following his lead as they left Jessica’s estate behind.

The couple walked in silence for a while, the events of the night still fresh in their both of their minds. “If you’re lucky, she’ll send a picture.” Chris later added as they approached the bus stop. “Don’t you girls have that group chat where you all exchange pics of his dick or something?”

“Damn straight!” she proclaimed, her fire returning. “She better snap some dick pics! It’s unfair she gets the whole thing just to herself tonight.”