The rest of the day went by without much action. The guys were out doing their weekend stuff, just coming back for the occasional shower or to grab something they forgot. Despite my best efforts, nobody paid me much attention. Around 5, the house emptied out entirely and I was left alone. It was weird how the whole place already felt like home. I really felt lucky I had fallen into such a great job. Who knew that my endless craving for hot jock dick would give me such a crazy opportunity? I retreated to my room to get my studying done, which took me straight through sunset.
When I was done for the night, I put my books away and walked into the kitchen. You could tell by the absolute quiet that, still, none of the players were home. I was pretty disappointed at the lack of muscle in the house, because I was bored - which meant I was horny. When I first moved in, my main worry was that being a houseboy for all these jocks would kill my libido and make me oversaturated with sex. I was worried that my fantasies becomming reality would somehow make me dissafected from sex, no longer craving to bent over and railed by masculine, horny men. Luckily, I was discovering the opposite was true. After getting my holes destroyed by Ty, Brad and Mark, I was almost immediately horny. I guess I was the perfect otter for this job because the only thing getting used by jocks made me feel was a guttural need to make it happen again, as soon as possible. I was such a filthy fucking slut for these men, and I was proud of it.
As I thought about my new situation, I began to errantly rub myself through my shorts. I was chubbing up, and it was showing. I smiled and squeezed my twink cock. It was like torture waiting in this empty house for one of these adonises to stumble through the door, drunk and horny. I knew it would happen, it was only a matter of time.
I found myself instinctively wandering upstairs. My body was going on semi-automatic. 'I just want to get to know the layout of the house, so I can serve the alphas better' I told myself. I knew I probably shouldn't be going into the player's rooms on my own, but when I get this horny it's hard to control my urges. And right now I wanted to smell the scent of these muscle-stud's jockstraps.
I was at the top of the stairs, looking down the long hallway with doors lining each side. I picked a random one and went inside. It was messy and masculine and perfect. Dirty clothes strewn across the floor, unwashed sheets with suspicious stains on them. It had a general odor of man to the whole room. Not filthy or dirty, just old sweat covered up by body spray. I moved to the open space between two full-sized beds. There were books stacked with socks strewn on top. There were a few pictures taped on the wall, so at least I could try and figure out who was in this room.
I went over and looked at them and was immediately rock hard. It was Adam - he was in Italy with his family, and also posing with the baseball team. My eyes crawled over all the pictures, from college, from high-school. Him standing confidently, with a huge package pushing through tight lycra sports pants. Him kissing a beautiful, blonde and tan woman who was obviously into him. And finally, him shirtless on a beach. He was flexing one arm, in what looked like a joke pose but to me was fucking everything. His wavy blonde hair, his cute upturned nose, his perfect smile, his washboard abs. I wanted to be is slut-whore more then I'd ever wanted to service a man. It was basic animal need to be bred by him.
I looked at my feet and between them there was a dirty, used jock. The temperature in my jeans increased 10 degrees. My long cock was pulsing against my left leg as I bent down to hold the used cup. It was cold with sweat, presumably from a workout earlier today. I held it to my face and inhaled. It smelled salty and like every man smells just after he cums. It makes my knees weak. I take another deep breath of the jock. It works like poppers and I fall into a deep reverie, imagining every boy who's bent me over. I'm so lost in the sweet, dank, manly smell - I don't hear the door open. I don't notice I'm being watched.
"WHAT. THE. FUCK." I hear, bellowing from behind me. I freeze like a deer in headlights. I'm honestly terrified. Everything I've ever wanted is here in this house and here I am, breaking into people rooms like a little creep and smelling their dirty jocks. They are going to beat me up and then fire me. I'm convinced this will be the end. Slowly I turn around and see my dream man, Adam, and his roommate Erik blocking the only exit. Erik pushed his way past Adam, closing the distance between us.
"Were you sniffing my fucking jock, you little queer?" Erik, snarled. He reached out and grabbed me by the shirt, pulling my face within centimeters of his own. I could feel his 5:00 shadow scrape against my smooth face. "Well, were you?" As if nothing much out of the ordinary was happening, Adam pushed past us and began to change out of his dirty baseball uniform. I couldn't help but glance.
"I ASK YOU A QUESTION!" Erik yelled, snapping me back to his attention. He was so close that this began to feel less indimidating and more dominating. I was starting to get turned on, for better or for wosre. "You come in here, sniff MY jock and when I catch you, all you can do is creep on my roommate? Pathetic." Erik released me and pushed me onto his bed in one motion. I landed with a soft thud. He started taking off his baseball uniform too. Behind him, Adam was down to just his jock and continued to act as if a fight weren't brewing across from him. Erick was flipping off his shoes.
"You still tongue tied? Sitting on the bed like a sack with nothign to say?" Erik snapped. I looked away. I was as mortified as I was hard. I didn't know what to say even if I COULD muster some words. Finally, Adam spoke.
"I think he needs you to teach him a lesson."
Erik lunged forward and grabbed my face with one hand. "I bet that's just what this little shit needs. A good hard lesson in respecting other people's stuff."
"Good luck teaching this one respect." Adam scoffed as he wrapped a towel around his waist and shuffled off to the shower, his jockstrap now on the bed. I wondered how I missed Adam taking off his jock and thought about scrambling away from Eric to go get it, when I felt my shorts being roughly pulled down. I snapped back to the momentto see Erik, who had looped his shirt over his head like a harness and pulled his pants halfway down. His cock was lubed and pulsing. I started to smile. Erik lunged forward and in one move pulled my head back and pushed my lower back down and arched. I easily moved into position, ready to take my punishment.
"I'm sorry, sir." I pleaded as Erik slid his greasy dick up and down my shaking hole.
"Sorry for what, you little whore?" he said.
"Sorry for coming into your room and smelling your clothes."
"That's right" Erik said "You are going to be fucking sorry. You aren't yet, but you're about 3 seconds from being really fucking sorry."
I started to buck my hips and move back toward his dick, but Erik was faster than me every time. I could never get him to sick in. The torture was horribly sweet.
"Ohhh, no boy." Erik said "I'm gonna fuck you when I'm good and ready."
"Unnnnhhh please. Please fuck me Erik." I started moaning. I was in heat. I don't know that I've ever been this turned on. I wanted it and I wanted it right now. Erik knew and took total control. In that moment, I was his bitch and he was my master.
"You are so good at begging for this dick, slut-boy. You are a pro. You probably can't go six hours without cock can you?"
"No sir. I need it sir." I plead. I could hear more feet coming up the stairs. The door was mostly open and I wondered if we were going to get an audience. I quickly found out.
"WHAT WAS THAT, SLUT?" Erik bellowed. "MY BROTHERS CAN'T HEAR YOU!"
"I NEED IT, SIR! I NEED YOUR FUCKING COCK!! PLEASE!" I was almost squealing. The footsteps settled around the door. I could see other players step inside but Erik was controlling my head in such a way that I could only see their feet. The grip he kept on my hair told me he didn't want me to move.
"You guys ready to see me pleasure the house hole?" Eric said to the anonymous crowd. There was enthusiastic agreement. Erik sank into me. He was merciless, slamming his pelvis into my ass and pulling all the way you for 7, 8, 9, 10 strokes. The crowd clapped and cheered. Soon Erik pulled out and flipped me over so I could see his face. He balanced on one hand and used the thumb and forefinger of his other to grab the lower part of my jaw from the inside of my mouth. He had me hooked like a fish and looked directly into my eyes. Once my top had my undivided attention, he thrust into me steadily, rocking his hips back and forth.
Every once in a while he would drop my jaw and use that hand to lightly slap my face, reminding me in a growl that I was his whore plaything and this was always the price for fucking with his stuff. It went on like this for a while. I lost all focus but what was in Erik's eyes. He connected with my while he nailed my prostate time after time after time. It felt like he had fucked me in this position for an eternity. At one point, he lowered his head down to just above my face and a large drip of sweat fell onto me. It was so hot, I started cumming without touchimg myself. All over my tight abs, like a broken fountain.
When I was done, Erik pulled out and flipped me on my side, curlying me up in a ball and pressing my head into the sheets. I could smell his sweat as it now dripped onto my shoulder. His hairy chest sometimes brushing against the side of my body as he bent down to remind me who my ass belonged to. I could see the doorway now, our audience had long ago dispursed. This was a true marathon breeding. Luckily, I was STILL hard (despite having just cum). Erik hadn't missed a single thrust. I was starting to quietly moan as a freshly showered Adam came back into the room and shut the door.
"Hey, dude" Erik panted as Adam crossed to his bed out of my field of view.
"Yo!" Adam replied. I could hear him drop his towel as Erik continued to savage my hole.
"I'm about to nut in this cum dump. You want next?"
"Fuck dude, that's hot" Adam said "but I just showered. Mind if I watch for a min, though?"
"For sure dude. Have at." Erick said, doubling his speed. I could feel his thick, long cock start to rythmically pulse inside me, getting slightly thicker as his massive orgasm mounted. "Yeah. Yeah. Fuck yeah." Erik grunted as the "v" lines of his abs slammed into the bottom of my bubble ass. Erik looked up at Adam again.
"You ready. dude!?" He asked, expectantly.
"Yeah" Adam said back.
And with that Erik moaned one last time and exploded deep in my hole, painting me with his seed. Erik bred me as deeper then I've ever been bred. And while he came inside me I could also hear the sounds of Adam cumming somewhere just out of my field of view, my head once again pushed deep into the mattress by a strong, angry Erik. They both passively laughed, as we all came down from the sex high. Before I could protest, Erik pulled out of me, grabbed a towel, and headed out of the room, I assumed to the shower. He left me there, finally free of his hands, his cock and the mattress. I stretched my body out, almost giving into a charlie horse - but not quite. I craned my head around to see Adam, standing very close to me. His chest was covered in white ropes of fresh cum. he was still quietly stroking his dick. He ran a finger down one of the streaks of cum on his chest, moving the jizz slowly over the ridges of his hard abs. His breathing returned to normal.
"I just fucking showered..." he muttered to himself. Like a good little whore, I looked up at him with doe eyes and obedienly opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. Adam rolled his eyes but didn't protest. He leanted forward as I grabbed him by his hips and started to clean his abs and chest like a cat. I was savoring the curves of his body, the salty sweet of his cum. I could feel Erik drip out of me and down my left leg as I lapped up Adam's spunk from his perfect body. I made my way down to his wet cock and he grabbed a fistfull of my hair.
"Thanks for clean up, but you can't have my dick yet. Now get out of my room."
I didn't want to dissapoint Adam, and I'd already pressed my luck. I decided it was best to just follow orders. With a trail of mancum streaming out my ass, I grabbed my clothes and left in a satisfied hurry.