St. Gilbert's Sports Academy

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St. Gilberts is a scholarship Sports Academy for young men 18-22years from deprived backgrounds around the UK, providing excellence in coaching and tutorship in both Team Sports and Athletics, with the special goal of creating professional Sportsmen of all our graduates.

Established: 1908

Principal: R. Stevens

Part 11: Undelivered letter from Carlos Garcia Avantes to his Girlfriend Elsie, written the weekend of 13th May 2022, discovered and circulated on student WhatsApp groups by Declan Woodall.

Babe I know you're cross, and you have every right to be. But if you'd only let me explain. I'm writing a letter because you won't answer your phone, just to give me a chance to tell you exactly what happened. I didn't know Declan sent you that photo, and I came looking for you, but you'd already gone.

I knew this match would turn out badly, I had a bad feeling about it from the start. Or a funny feeling at least. As soon as I heard Declan Woodall was competing I felt nervous. I've been following his TikTok for months. Him and the other Lads at St. G's. There's so many stories and rumours about those Boys. Everyone said it's a school for batty boys, but they're at the top of their game, leading in every league, so I thought their must be more to it than that.

I saw Declan compete in Birmingham last year, and he was incredible. The Man's unstoppable! So I jumped on his TikTok. I was like - What's his training plan? What's his diet? How did he get his thighs so awesome and chunky like that? He shares a lot of this stuff, but I was also catching glimpses of St. Gilbert's in his posts here and there too.

I soon had other St. G's Athletes showing up in my suggestions, and followed them all. Honestly looks like such an amazing school, such a serious dedication to Sports, and so much camaraderie on show. There's one Lad with a TikTok called Connor Denbury, you should follow him, it's hilarious. He's always hazing the younger lads, so funny.

Yeah sorry, getting carried away here... I don't know, maybe it is obvious they're all fags looking back now, but I didn't see it clearly at the time. I just thought they seemed likely Lads, and formidable Sportsmen, no doubt about that. I admired them, especially Declan since he's wrestler like me. I was liking his posts and Instagram stories, leaving supportive comments and that, but he never followed me back. Perhaps that's why I never mentioned any of this to you? I was worried about coming off gay?

Anyway, as Declan and me both climbed in the BWA Undergraduate Championships, it began to dawn on me we might end up competing. I had juicy fantasies of grappling with the Ox, our brawny arms and legs locked in mutual impasse, making each other sweat. I trained for it, conscious that he would be no ordinary opponent. Turns out we only met in the final, live streamed for the World on YouTube. Spent that week just wishing Declan would follow me on TikTok, but he never did.

Well, I don't need to tell you how that match turned out, watching my train-wreck of a performance as you did from the stalls. I was so glad you could make it, honest, it was such a lovely surprise. I really wanted to make you proud, but I bottled it. Guess it was nerves? I'd built Declan up to be a Demigod in my mind. One slip was all it took to leave myself open to his signature Crotch Lift. Now in Top Position, he turned me Belly Up for a Pin - A true Takedown Artist! A failed Hip Heist only put me Head to Toe with Declan, who quickly locked my head in a tidy Trap with those same mighty thighs I'd been idolising online all year. There was no Escape from his magnificent Body Press, and knowing he had me completely under his Control, he decided to indulge his win. Shunting his hips just a few inches closer to my face, he was perfectly placed to plant his great bulge over my mouth and nostrils, choking me out on his fat balls.

Wearing no briefs beneath the stretched fabric of his singlet, every curve of Declan's package was perfectly defined in blue Lycra, weighty and plump. I stared at it, boiling with indignation as it slowly eclipsed the light and smothered my breath. What a crushing humiliation! All I could think of was the live TV cameras, my parents watching at home, you watching in the gallery - the whole World on the edge of its seat to gawk at some other lad's scrotum pressed flat on my chops.

Where was the Ref? I'd tapped out twice, and Declan wasn't letting go. I suppose the Old Referee was enjoying my Takedown just as much as everyone else, but eventually he called it, and getting sulkily to my feet I grudgingly shook my opponent by the hand. That should have been the end of my humiliations, but little did I know we were just getting started. I must say Elsie, you were a little less than sympathetic when I went over to speak with you,

"Enjoy that did you?" you accused with frosty tone, tweaking the short erection that smiled in my one-piece.

I didn't know it there! My head was still swimming in an oxygen rush. Everyone must have seen it as we flanked the Ref and stood for Declan's victory photo! I sweltered in the shame, deciding to bring you flowers when I called on your Hotel room later to pick you up for dinner. And that's where things just went off the rails. How do I even begin to explain this?

Too embarrassed to meet Declan in the locker room after, I quickly showered and dressed before he'd finished chattering with the BWA YouTuber out in the gym. I got straight out of there and back to my Hotel room to smarten up for the restaurant you'd booked. Bought a dozen roses on the way, and donned a sexy shirt and tie - the steel blue-grey, I always feel so Manly wearing that. I wasn't even late babe, I was going to your room, honest I was! I just misremembered which floor you were on! I kept thinking 209, 209, 209... And every floor looks identical in these modern Hotels! Didn't realise I should have been knocking on room 309 until Declan answered the door wearing only a towel, beads of water gliding down his his hairy chest.

I mean what are the fucking chances he'd be staying in the same room one floor down!? And I'm stood outside his door dressed up smart with a bunch of flowers like a fucking chump! I balked, speechless and probably blushing like a foolish girl. But Declan didn't seem surprised to see me at all.

"Carlos, you brought me flowers, you shouldn't have!" he grinned, lifting the bouquet from the crook of my arm, "You're a fucking good sport mate, I'll give you that!"

Before I could object, he'd already wandered back into his room, leaving his door swung wide open. I followed him in.

"Sorry Declan, they're for my girlfriend," I told him straight, "She's in room 309, I'm on the wrong floor..."

"Don't get cold feet now, Carlos." He teased, "I know you want to pick up where we left off..."

"What do you mean?" I sweated.

"I seem to remember you were happy choking on my balls before we were so rudely interrupted earlier."

"Look mate, don't mess about, " I panicked, "I'm keeping my bird waiting upstairs..."

"Then what are you doing in my bedroom?"

"I just want to get my flowers back..."

At that moment, Declan dropped the Roses all around his feet. He has such a way of making me feel stupid. I bent down to gather them up.

"And why have you gone down on your knees, Carlos?"

Looking up at the Hercules who defeated me that morning, I gulped.

"I love that you dressed nice for me. It's proper cute." he muttered, gently placing a thumb on my lip. Then his towel fell off.

Elsie, I didn't stand a chance. Towering over me, his fat cock already pumped - I don't think there's a boy on earth could resist Declan Woodall. When he told me to kiss his balls, I forgot about the flowers and leaned in to obey.

"I've seen you," he goaded, "You're all over my Instagram. You've wanted this from the start."

He knew me better than I knew myself. It just felt so right - worshiping his bollocks, nestling his pubic warmth. Soon I was kissing the base of his magnificent hard-on, and running the tip of my nose along it's girthy shaft.

"Give me your phone," Declan purred, "let's give you the winning photo you really wanted."

I don't know how I let my idiotic lusts overrule my judgement, but I gave him my phone and opened it up for him. Seating himself King-like on the armchair in the corner, he beckoned me to resume scrote-sucking duties.

"Go on, cram them in!" he snickered, popping both his balls in between my chops with his thumb and taking those incredible pictures, holding the phone at just the right angle to capture us both in the act - him smirking on high in triumph, and me stressing down below with his cock lolling on my face.

I hadn't a clue he fired up my WhatsApp too. He only had to skim read the messages from my number-one contact to guess it was my girl. Two taps and he'd sent the pictures to you. I suppose knowing the trouble he'd got me in made his dick throb harder? None the wiser, I swooned with bulging cheeks.

Then, lifting his ankle up onto the opposite thigh, Declan shut me into an unbreakable headlock,

"Now you can really say you choked on my balls," I heard him boast over the awkward sound of my own spluttering, "make all your mates jealous when you get back to Nottingham. Give them all boners when you recount the tale..."

Wrinkles of pubic flesh stoppered my nostrils and, once again, Declan was suffocating me with his almighty package. But this time his naked scrotum was deep in my gullet, and no Ref was coming to bail me out.

I know you're thinking I could have bit his balls. If he'd really strong-armed me, I could have got away. I've got no defence, Elsie. I wanted it, and whimpered like a bitch in that abject state, prostrate and convulsing with adoration for my Victor. Went dizzy and close to passing out before he released me.

"Come on, taste my penis," he conceded, as I gasped, rubbing his wet bellend on my thirsty tongue.

His dicky flavours lit me up. Made me wish I was a student at St. G's so bad! Fuck, those Lads have it so good! I'd attend Declan Woodall's heel everyday like a faithful pup. I totally sucked him off, Elsie! A whole other Man nutting in my mouth! And I know I did a good job because Declan smiled at me, stroking my face and staring into my eyes with deep satisfaction.

"Get naked, babe," he asked of me, and even though I did think I was keeping you waiting upstairs, they way he called me babe made me believe I still had time.

Pulling everything off, we soon stood naked as the day we were born, and Declan drew me in for a kiss on the lips. Pashing like this, with my eyes shut tight in ecstasy, I thought he was guiding me backwards toward the bed. But he bypassed the bunk, and had lead me back out the door into the hall. Before I knew what was happening his door slammed shut, and I was alone - stark bollock naked in the corridor! No phone, not even a sock with which to cover my fast shrinking choad.

I tapped and knocked, begging to be let back in, but of course Declan made no answer. If I'd wanted to know what life was like at St. Gilbert's, I was finding out the hard way! I bet this kind of mean prank goes on all over the College a hundred times a day. Even in the moment, wracked with dread, I remember thinking it was actually pretty hot though. I don't know how long he kept me waiting, it felt like ages, and the whole time I thought someone would turn the corner and catch me out! No one did come, but when Declan did eventually open the door, he was wearing all my clothes!

"You still here?" he sniffed, adjusting a cufflink and letting the door shut again behind him.

"What the fuck! Declan mate, give me my clothes!"

"Great fit, right? I feel dead sexy in this, look I'm even wearing your pants," and he yanked on the waistband of my Calvin's to prove it.

"Declan, please!" I sobbed uselessly, but sudden voices reverberated from beyond the bend at the end of the hall, forcing me to duck away, cupping my package in shame. Of course, Declan was unfazed.

"Nah listen, I'm out on the lash with the Lads tonight. Come back at closing time, and I'll fuck you in the arse," he promised, slapping my bottom with a sturdy clap.

My heart crashed with despair.

Sauntering off around the corner, Declan greeted his mates. I listened to their easygoing bants with mounting terror, certain they'd swing back around the bend any minute.

"Mate, what are you wearing? That's not uniform," came a priggish voice of reprimand.

"Looks dead sexy tho, right?" Declan quipped like a total G.

"Where did you even get that?" a third voice objected, "If Conner sees that, you're in so much shit, I swear..."

"Conner doesn't have to know," Declan swaggered.

"What if someone takes a picture? Then I'll get in trouble too for not reporting you!"

"Fuck me, what's up with you two? Honestly, what a pair of clattering fannies!" and Declan proceeded to chide his mates in the most confident and sexy way imaginable. Then their voices drifted away in search of a lift.

Abandoned like this, I paced back and forth outside Declan's door. I doubted I could have forced an entry. Those fire safety doors were proper strong. And there was no way of returning to my own room without crossing the busy Hotel lobby downstairs. I couldn't face the thought of approaching the reception desk like that. Swallowing my fears, I decided to make a dash for your room on the floor above. If I took the stairs there was a small chance no one would be wandering the corridors. With my heart in my mouth, I actually made it all the way unseen. But by then you'd seen the pictures Declan had sent you on WhatsApp, packed your case and fled. I didn't know that yet, and tapped nervously on your door, hissing through the keyhole. At a complete loss as to what to do next, I made a return to Declan's door, but this time a group of Brummy birds saw me, and all howled with laughter.

I found a broom cupboard two doors down from Declan's room, and I hid in there till he staggered back from the clubs. Of course Declan returned way fucking later than closing time. God knows what time it was, but it was the small hours, with dawn's colours the sky outside. He was stinking drunk, but still looking so hot.

"Come on then, batty boy," he hiccupped, his breath washed with beer and shooters, "lets get you butt-fucked before sunrise..."

Safe at last in his bed, safe in his arms - at the end of a long night of blind panic - the sense of relief was delicious and cosy. Then he banged me. It was euphoric. With Declan's dick up my arse I felt complete. He gave me something I never even knew I was missing all this time.

So basically, I'm not gay. Honest to God I'm not. And I'm still completely in love with you Elsie. There's no one else I want spend the rest of my life with, this doesn't change anything. But, I just wonder if maybe you'd let me get dicked down once in a while? You can watch if you like! There's loads of couples doing it now, I read about it online. It's called a Bull when another fella comes in.

Actually a Bull usually fucks the girl, and the guy has to stand back and watch, but I thought it would be way better if the Bull fucked me instead. Just to switch things up, you know? You're always saying about challenging toxic masculinity, this is definitely the best way to it.

I tried to get Declan's number, but he wouldn't give it to me. So I was thinking we could ask Matt Barnes to do it? He'd make an awesome Bull! He used to bully me at school, I see him around sometimes, he's fucking hench! He's married with kids now, but I keep thinking of this one time he made me suck his dick. I was cross about it for years, but now I think it was actually pretty cool. I really want to choke out on his balls, that would be so sick!