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Recap; Pt 1,2 & 3 College Jock Joe has a chance encounter with the sports hero of his jack off fantasies during a volunteer outing at the ballpark. Things go terribly wrong for Joe when his hero catches him masturbating in the clubhouse...Major League Baseball player Chris Stone decides it's time to test the limits of how low his new "ball boy" is willing to go.... Thanks to Chris, it doesn't take long for Joe's roommate Kevin, to figure out that Joe is a queer. Joe falls prey to a sinister practical joke and finds himself servicing a complete stranger in a downtown bus depot...
Where we left off:
"What do you say?" he spoke firmly, looking down at Joe.
"Thank you sir" Joe squeaked. The stranger laughed at him.
"You're fucking pathetic. You know that queerboy?"
"Yes sir. I am." The stranger pushed Joe back onto the crusty piss stained floor.
"Clean yourself up faggot. I don't know who the hell Chris is, but thank him for me when you see him." The stranger turned on his heels, exited the rest room and left Joe sitting in a puddle of piss.
As the door slammed, tears began to well in Joe's eyes.
BallBoy Part 3
Joe wandered the city streets feeling more alone and degraded than he had ever felt before in his life. The night's cool chill made him shiver slightly as his damp shirt clung to his chest. His clothing reeked and the stench of urine was inescapable. He could not go back to campus smelling this way. He would have to wait until he was certain that his roommate, Kevin, was asleep.
Hours went by. Joe killed time by taking up space on a park bench. As the hour grew later, Joe became aware of the increase in single men wandering, lurking about. He made a concentrated effort not to establish eye contact, but soon, men began to approach him. Joe did not return their hushed propositions. He simply hung his head low and nodded "no thanks".
"You smell like a fucking toilet." Came a snarl from a stranger that had taken a seat next to Joe on the bench. Joe glanced over at him. The man dwarfed Joe. Easily 6'5" and built like a burly longshoreman, or a trucker, the man was a monster. Joe looked away. Even in the dark, he could sense the contempt on the man's face. He hoped his show of indifference would send the man on his way.
"You're a toilet pig," The man spoke in a deep baritone. "Aren't you?" Joe returned his eyes to the stranger.
"I don't want any trouble." Joe spoke apprehension in his voice. There was fear written all over his face. He gathered that he must surely look like a dear in the headlights to the man.
"You won't get any trouble from me pig." The man flashed a toothy grin through his beard and then stood up and positioned himself squarely between Joe's thighs. "But you'll get what you really came here for..." With that, the man unzipped his fly and in one quick move, withdrew his proportionately large, flaccid cock. Joe's eyes widened. He had never seen a cock so large in his life!
"I think you have it all wrong" Joe blurted and tried to wriggle free from the huge man's presence.
"Have I piggy??" The man reached down and grabbed his cock by the head. He leaned his head back slightly and closed his eyes. Then came a low moan. Before Joe could move, a torrent of urine began spraying all over his crotch. In seconds, Joe's jeans were all but soaked. Horrified, he wrestled his legs free from the hulking man, jumped from the bark bench and began running away.
"Soooweeeee" Squealed the man. Joe heard the bellows of laughter trailing in the distance as he darted from the park. His head spun from the experience.
He walked and walked; the slow motion marathon gave Joe all the time he needed to accept his fate. Throughout the journey to nowhere, his cock throbbed. None of this was making sense to him. Why was this happening to him? He stared at his watch. It was nearing 2:00 AM. He changed his direction and headed back to his dorm.
Turning the key to his dorm, he eased quietly into the door. Joe let out a sigh of relief when he discovered there were no lights on. He tiptoed through the small living area to the kitchen and searched for a trash bag to bundle his piss soaked clothing in. Easing back to his bedroom, he closed the door to his room behind him and began undressing in the moonlit room. Carefully he stripped off his clothing and tucked it safely into the plastic bag. As he tied the bag tightly, he made a mental note to do laundry first thing the next morning. Remembering Chris's warning to not wash his uniform, Joe went to the window, opened it a crack, and placed the jockstrap on the sill to air out.
Standing naked, Joe could smell the dried urine on himself. The pungent aroma had penetrated his pores. His pubes were still damp. He needed a shower. He wanted a shower - but he couldn't risk waking his roommate. Joe knew that he couldn't sleep in his bed smelling that way. He pulled a pillow from his bed and dropped it to the floor. Naked, and curled in a fetal position, Joe fell asleep on the hard wood floor.
"Dude - get the fuck up!" Joe was rudely awoken with his roommate's foot on his back - shoving him. "I've been knocking on the freaking door forever." Joe opened his cum crusty eyes and looked up. Kevin towered over him, wearing just his briefs. Through the glaze in his eyes, Joe could see that Kevin was sporting major morning wood, his hard cock tenting his BVDs obscenely. "The phones been ringing off the fucking hook all morning - and guess who it's for??" Kevin stared at his naked roommate on the floor, noting the dried cum on his face and in his hair. He dropped the cordless on the floor next to Joe's head and exited his bedroom, leaving the door wide open.
Joe watched Kevin walk across the hall to the bathroom; He marveled at how amazing his roommate's ass looked in briefs. From his position on the floor, he had a clear line of vision to the bathroom. Kevin made no attempt to close the door, as was his usual practice. Instead, he reached into his underwear, withdrew his cock and let a flood of early morning piss shoot into the bowl. Kevin glanced back at Joe quickly enough to catch the lust in his eye. The second's worth of eye contact seemed like an eternity to Joe.
"Hello?" Joe said into the receiver, his voice was still asleep and raspy. He propped himself up onto his elbow.
"Morning ballboy." It was Chris. His voice sounded angry and impatient. Chris sat straight up and leaned against the bed. The sound of Chris's voice made the muscles in his prick twitch.
"Morning Chris, er, I mean Sir." Joe replied, while still catching furtive glances of Kevin in their bathroom.
"How's my little faggot this morning?" Chris chortled.
"Fine" Joe responded his cock now at half-mast.
"Hungry?" Chris queried.
"Yes sir." Joe watched as Kevin shook the remaining droplets of piss from his slit.
"Yeah." Chris paused. "I know what you're hungry for...My dick!" Again Chris laughed.
"Yes sir, I am." Joe replied. Kevin reached into the shower and turned the water on.
"Tell me how bad you need it"
"I need it bad." Joe stammered as he watched his roommate lower his briefs in one seamless effort. Facing away from him, Kevin stepped out of his underwear and simultaneously flexed his meaty ass muscles.
"You're gonna have to do better than that queerboy" Chris warned.
"I will do anything for your cock. I live for your cock!" Joe's voice was just above a whisper. His cock was now fully erect. His senses were flooded from the image in front of him and the sound of Chris's voice. He watched as Kevin stepped into the shower and drew the curtain 3/4 closed. Precum drooled from the tip of his cock.
"I know you will." Chris growled. "Meet me at the Pig n Whistle" in a half hour." The Pig n Whistle was a greasy spoon tucked into the industrial belt of the city. I was popular with the blue collar set, a regular haunt for truckers, factory laborers and construction workers.
"I need to shower first." Joe replied. "Can we make it an hour?"
"Fuck your shower. I'll give you a shower later" Chris spoke firmly. "Be there in a half hour." The phone went dead.
Joe shook his head. He stared at his roommate in the shower and could tell that Kevin was jacking off behind the curtain - it was just transparent enough to reveal his fluid fist-fuck motions. He was mesmerized. Kevin was fucking with his head. He knew it, but was helpless to it.
He glanced at his watch. In spit of his intense desire to jack off during his roommate's well-intended show, his time was slipping. If he was going to be across town in a half-hour, he needed to move, and fast. He stood and walked to the window. He grabbed the now dry, but crusty jockstrap and slid it on. In record time, he dressed himself. He heard the water from the shower stop as he was tying his sneakers.
"See ya Kev." He blurted as he darted from his bedroom to the door.
"Yeah, I know you did, fuckin faggot. Kevin groaned as he heard the door slam. Kevin reached down and shook the remaining drops of warm cum from the tip of his dick. He looked hard at himself in the mirror. His plan was just warming up.
To be continued.
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