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I fell to my back and continued to catch my breath. "I gotta tell you, Kendall, if you think I could be rough, be careful with Josh." Josh Urbanovsky was our wide receiver. At 6'2", and 190 pounds, he was a man who demanded attention. "What do you mean" I asked. "Josh can get kind of wild... you'll find out, trust me."
With that, Tim jumped up, pulled up his black boxer briefs, pulled up his jeans, zipped up and buckled them, then grabbed the pillow and started gathering the quilt. I stood and combed my hair, and tried to wipe off any saliva that might be on my face with my hand. Tim finished folding the quilt, flipped it into the bed of his F-150 and got into the truck. I wasn't moving fast enough, so he honked the horn a few times. I ran over and got in.
The ride back to town didn't take too long. I was massaging my throat trying to stop the tired aching feeling I had from being skull fucked twice in such a short amount of time. I burped, and immediately the taste of cum was in my mouth and on my breath. "Gross!" Tim yelled, "that smells awful!". I looked at him, and saw a grin come over his face as he stared at the road. "Smells gross, but it felt great to me when it was going down your throat!".
I shook my head and stared out the window. Tim started to whistle country tunes he liked, and then started to whistle, "Coward of the County". I jerked my head in his direction, and saw him looking at me while whistling, his eyes dancing and sparkling, and once I looked, he dissolved into a fit of giggles. "I don't know if you're the cocksucker of the county, but it looks like you might end up being the cocksucker of the football team!", he said, then continued to whistle that song. I was beginning to hate that song...or was it resemble that song? Christ, where am I going with my life? I continued to watch cornfields go by in the dark while Tim kept whistling Kenny Rogers. As we pulled up to the curb in town, he softly sang, "the football team considered Kendall the cocksucker of their team..." and began softly chuckling. I shook my head and got out to face my car.
Lying on the hood of my car with their backs against the windshield were Josh Urbanovsky and Sage Konicek, drinking beer right out in the open. Sage's older brother was the town policeman, obviously they weren't afraid of the law. Both were dressed in tight Wranglers that they reserve for the rodeos, both had their cowboy boots on, both had Burwell Longhorn T-Shirts that were a size too small, and both had a shit eating grin when they saw how nervous I was.
I just stood there frozen looking in their direction, they raised their cans of Bud Lite and toasted me, before laughing then emptying the can. At the same time, both let out a belch that could have been heard the next county over, causing them to dissolve in a fit of drunken laughter. Tim came up, put his arm around my shoulder and guided me toward some of my future destiny that was sitting on my car hood.
"Well?", Josh slurred. "How was it?". "Sweet", Tim said. "Better than I could have dreamed." At that, Sage began to rub his crotch and said with only a slight slur, "I don't know if I want to hear more, or if I just want to experience it myself?" "I couldn't describe it if I tried. You REALLY want to experience this for yourself", Tim said. I couldn't believe they were talking about me as if I wasn't there.
Now Josh, as I mentioned before, was a wide receiver for the offense, and a corner back for the defense. He stood 6' 2" and was 190 pounds of solid meat. He had bushy brown eyebrows that topped an incredible set of brown eyes that could seduce you in a second, or cause you to quiver in fear in the same amount of time. His smile, which he showed rarely, was made up of perfect teeth that were framed with deep dimples and lips that begged to be kissed. He had begun a beard on his chin, a "muff diver" type and with unruly brown hair on his head that looked like he never combed it, made his entire look one that screamed of testosterone. He had always caused me to be weak in the knees when he looked at me; he was a sex machine that made guys want to be like him, and girls want to be with him. I knew from the locker room that he too had a treasure trail from his belly button down to a medium bush of dark brown pubes -- the carpet matched the drapes! His cock, which I had only seen limp, was about 4 inches long and always seemed to curve to the right.
Sage Konicek was our leader, the quarterback. He was the same height as Josh, 6' 2", but was 30 pounds lighter at 160 pounds. Some idiots thought that meant that Sage was not as tough as Josh, but they found out the hard way how wrong they were. He was often described as sinewy, lean but extremely muscular. He didn't have a six pack, he had an eight pack. His lighter brown hair framed a face that always looked determined. Straight eyebrows over hard brown eyes, a determined nose and a mouth that was almost always straight -- never frowning, never smiling. He rarely said much, but when he looked at you it spoke volumes. He didn't have a face that could be describes as "dreamy" or "sexy" or "warm", he just looked at you and you knew you were going to give him whatever he wants. From the locker room, I knew that he had a light layer of chest hair, a light treasure trail to a moderate bush of pubic hair. He had an impressive, cock that was 5" limp, and stuck out and arched down even when flaccid. His crotch was like an eye magnet that my eyes couldn't fight. He and Josh were definitely the alphas in our school.
I just stood there as they cracked another beer. I wasn't about to ask them to get off my car, I wasn't that stupid. Tim was massaging his crotch and said, "Well, guys, I'm just `drained' of energy; I'm pretty tired so I'm gonna go home. Huh, I gotta tell ya that it's been a while since I didn't have to beat my meat in order to sleep! Well, don't stay out too late! Later!" With that, he walked back to his car softly chuckling to himself.
I was thinking I was going to seriously have to rethink my definition of friendship when I heard Josh bark, "Hey! I asked you a question!" I jerked back to reality and noticed that Josh wasn't slurring nearly as much as earlier. "Huh?" I said. "Geez, what'd Tim do, fuck the brains right out of ya? I asked if you were ready!" Josh said. "Ready for what?", I asked.
"Yeah, Tim must have face fucked him so hard he bruised his brain and made him stupid", Sage said as both he and Josh slid down the hood of my car, bringing a bag full of Bud Lite with them. The guys stood in front of me, each with a hand on one of my shoulders. From a distance, it was just some good buddies talking; the dialogue was much more harsh. "You see, Kendall, my balls are so blue they are ready to burst.", Josh said. "I haven't seen Tim that content in a long time. You really.....relaxed....him, and I'm thinking you might do Sage and I a favor and help us out. I always get horny when I have a buzz, and," he said looking around, "you are about the only solution to my problem that I can see." I looked over at Sage and his eyes were boring into mine like a great white shark, they revealed no emotion. I knew I was gonna have to do whatever he told me. His eyes had the `don't fuck with me' look about them. He almost seemed dangerous.
"So what do you say", asked Josh, " you ready to get creative with Sage and I? Your teammates?" As he said the word teammates, I felt Josh's hand tightening significantly on my shoulder. Almost on cue, Sage's hand tightened my other shoulder. I glanced to the ground and saw two crotches 8 inches from my own that I had a feeling I was going to be intimately familiar with what was underneath within a short amount of time. They seemed to radiate such heat I'm surprised they didn't glow.
"Guys," I said, "I would probably `help' you, teammates and all, but I gotta tell you that I have a really bad sore throat right now, and am thinking a good night's rest might be what the doctor ordered." With an even voice, but a voice that seemed to surge with power, Sage said, "Isn't that cute, Josh? He thinks I give a fuck how his throat feels. Tim really did bruise his brain." Sage's eyes were pounding into mine, shriveling my confidence, and I knew that I wasn't going home in the near future. Josh took his free hand and grabbed my face pulling my cheeks together, pursing my lips. "Kendall, Kendall, Kendall, you know we're gonna fuck you silly, right? We own you, and by the time we're done with you, you're gonna wish that a sore throat was the worst of your problems!" My heart sank as I realized there wasn't an ounce of friendship or compassion in their voices. I was screwed figuratively and probably eventually literally.
"Guys, look, you've both had a lot to drink, we should pick a different time, you shouldn't be driving..." Almost on cue, we heard someone yell, "Hey, Sage, what's going on?". We turned toward the street and saw Jase Williams at the wheel of a Chevy Silverado. Jase was the Junior quarterback, Sage's understudy. At 5' 10", he was shorter than Sage, but at 180 pounds weighed more than Sage. His face was more square, more defined almost like a military officer. His hair was shorter and light brown, his eye brows curved slightly at the end which softened the severity of his face, but his jaw line was straight and strong. He was an understudy for Sage note only as a quarterback, but as the main Alpha of the team next year. He was waiting for Sage to graduate so he could take over completely. Amazingly, I had never seen him nude in the locker room, his locker was no where near mine and amazingly I had never been in the shower at the same time as Jase. I was only able to admired his god-given bubble butt that looked like it could literally suck you into it without seeing the real deal.
Sage called out, "Jase, my man, we were just thinking how nice it would be if you took Josh, me and our buddy Kendall here for a bit of a ride. Whatdayasay?" "Ah, Sage, your wish is my command! Come on!", Jase called. Josh gave me a shove in the middle of my back and caused me to stumble toward the truck. Sage and Josh came stumbling toward the truck as well. Jase was laughing as he reached behind and opened the back cab door. I got there and was looking into the dark back seat when Josh pushed me in and followed me slamming the door. Meanwhile, Sage got into the passenger front and began chatting with Jase.
"Sage, gimme a beer", Josh said. Sage handed one back to Josh, gave one to Jase and opened one for himself. I didn't dare ask for one. I watched Josh swallow his almost all at once. "Gimme another, Sage." Sage gave another, and turned back ahead and continued to chat with Jase. Josh turned, leaned against the door, and spread his legs. He motioned toward me to lay down, and he steered my head so I was laying on my back, my head lying on his crotch between his legs. He crossed his legs across my chest so my neck and head could feel his cock under his jeans, his solid thighs holding and caressing the side of my cheeks, his legs holding me in place, and his cowboy boots were resting on my crotch. My cheeks could feel his thigh muscles tensing as he began to rub my crotch with the heels of his boots.
I heard him pop his beer above my head and again heard him gulping it down within seconds. Suddenly, he thrust his crotch against the back of my head, slightly pushed his heels into my crotch, and I heard the reverberation through his gut as he let forth an earthshattering belch that almost knocked the doors off the truck. "Brrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaap!" Immediately, his legs were caressing my cheeks as he giggled above me. From the front of the truck, there came a duet of loud belches that came from both Jase and Sage. Then Josh let forth another one that vibrated from his belly onto the back of my head.
Josh then reached down and locked my head in place. I felt his crotch thrust slightly, then Josh laid back with a sigh. Within a few seconds, I was unable to breathe. We called them "silent but deadly", a fart that made no noise, but was noxious in smell. I struggled to get up and get away, but Josh was too strong and with his legs crossed on my chest, I had no chance to get away. His crotch thrust slightly again, and this time I knew what was happening. I began to struggle more, and cried out, "Oh, God, no! Let me go!". The rotten egg smell once again surrounded my face.
Sage yelled from the front seat, "What the fuck, Josh! Holy shit, what crawled up your ass and died?!?" "Sorry!", Josh said, but Jase from the front seat said, "Like fuck you are! Smells like you took a shit in your pants!" Down came the windows up front, but Josh pulled a blanket from the back and covered his lap (and my face) with the blanket. I was thinking, "WTF", until I felt his hips slightly lift up once again. I struggled to escape, but couldn't move with Josh's legs wrapped around my body trapping me between his legs as I lay upon the seat. I thought I was gonna die as the smell surrounded my face and had no where to go as it was trapped by the blanket. At the same time, I suddenly felt the vibration as Josh let out another loud belch, and as the whole group laughed, I felt his crotch lift once again; how could any human being fart so much? I began coughing and gasping for some oxygen. The more I squirmed trying to get away, the more my head massaged Josh's crotch and soon my head was lying on what I really thought had to be a lead pipe, but I knew what it really was. In the pitch darkness under the blanket, his cock continued to grew even stiffer, his hips lifted slightly again to give me another dutch oven, and I heard and felt him give off the loudest belch yet. "You fucking pig!" I screamed from under the blanket, which caused the others in the truck to melt into laughter.
I felt the truck go over a bumpy area and soon stopped. The engine died and I heard the front doors of the truck open. Josh flipped the blanket off me and asked, "So how did you like my fragrance, `Eau de Josh'?" I glared at him as he laughingly untangled himself from me, opened the door, and jumped out. "You cumming? Cuz, I think we might be pretty soon. Come on."
I staggered from the truck and was barely able to walk; my eyes were watering and I was still gasping for real air. I thought to myself, "I've had nothing to drink, but these guys who should be three sheets to the wind are walking better than me!" I staggered forward until suddenly I came up solid against what felt like a wall. I orientated myself, and looked directly into the face of Jase. "Hey, man", he said, " you got your shit together yet?" he asked. "Um, I'm ok. Uh, you don't seem surprised by any of this yet. What gives?" "Well", Jase said, "Good news travels fast, and fantastically great news travels even faster. Trust me, if there's the cocksucker of the county that will swing on the football team, people are gonna hear quickly. You think I stopped by you guys by accident?" "Geez, who all knows?" I asked. "Um, give or take one person, I think by now the whole fucking team. How much cum can you take in a night? Cuz if you don't know now, you're probably gonna find out at some point." Jase said. He put his hand on the small of my back and gently guided me toward the hunting cabin, as my throat began to ache once again.
I paused before the door of the cabin, trying to gather the courage to open the door. Jase came up behind me, reached under my arms and hooked me by the shoulders, and pressed up against my butt, thrusting against my butt. He ground his crotch into my ass, leaning into me and whispered into my ear, "I know your throat is sore. I'll respect that. I'll be just as happy to fuck your ass. You have a flat ass, Kendall, and I know you admire my bubble butt. Maybe I'll let you lick it...we'll see. But out of respect for your throat, your ass will be mine tonight. Let's go in and see what the boys are up to."
He unhooked from my shoulders, reached around and opened the door. Light flooded out into the porch dispelling the darkness. Slightly blinded from the sudden light, I looked in and saw that Sage and Josh had wasted no time and were shotgunning beers, with a swig of JD in between. I thought, "Maybe these guys will drink so much they'll have whiskey dick and I won't have too much going on tonight anyway." Jase walked around me and said, "Come on in, Kendall. We can't party without you." I still hadn't gotten enough courage to enter when I suddenly felt to sets of arms locking with mine on either side and beginning to walk into the cabin. Startled, I looked from side to side and saw my escorts were cousins, Hans and Alex Gideon. What startled me was that they were Freshman. Seriously?
Hans was a defensive end, stood 6' 2", was 159 pounds. He wore his blondish brown hair in a short buzz cut. His eyebrows were light blond, and he had an incredible disarming smile. Alex was another story. A tight end for the team, he was 6' 3" and 185 pounds of "don't fuck with me" muscle. Alex was incapable of not looking intense. Long, unruly dark brown hair topped a face that was defined by a strong jaw line, a prominent nose, and two eyes that could make you quiver in fear if you crossed him. The only time I ever saw him smile was after he had nailed an opponent; he would jump up and while standing over him he would pump his fists in the air and scream at the sky the future alpha scream as only a freshman could do. He would then look with absolute contempt at his victim on the ground, and walk away shaking his head and grinning from ear to ear. Even as a senior, I would look at this freshman and hope he never paid attention to me.
Since Alex made me so insecure, I turned to look at Hans. He showed me his disarming smile, so I smiled back a little. He leaned in, and in a conspiratorial whisper in my ear, he said, "I get to fuck my first ass tonight. Mighty neighborly for you to offer yourself that way!" I jerked back and he smiled a little more, and I realized that his angelic face in no way betrayed what was going on in his groin. Alex leaned in and hissed, "Come on sperm breath, let's move it!". They pulled me into the hunting lodge and Alex flipped the door with his foot as he went by. The door slammed, and I thought to myself, "I honestly don't know if I'm going to live through the night."
The cousins took me to a reclining chair, flung me into it, and Alex said, "Stay!" I thought, "WTF, am I a dog now?" Almost like he could read my mind, Alex swung around, eyes boring into mine and took one step toward me. Immediately, my eyes broke contact and I stared at the ground, which happened to be where his feet were. I could sense him just staring at me, so I kept staring at his feet. I began to think how big his feet were, and as worn as his Addidas were, these were feet that were used to heavy duty action. After what seemed like an eternity, Alex turned and walked away. I looked up to stare at his receding butt and wondered how many pussies he had already plowed in his 15 years of life.
Hans came up to me, smiling his smile, and said, "Here, have a beer. You're gonna need to relax your butt and your throat. I mean, I want it tight, but I don't want it to hurt too ungodly much for you." I kept staring at him as I took the beer and slowly drank it down in one long gulp. Hans just kept smiling, waiting for the can. I thought to myself, "Jesus christ, this kid thinks he's being compassionate while talking about fucking my ass! Holy crap!". Hans took the empty, walked away, and returned with another. He pulled a coffee table over, sat on it, handed me the beer, and began to excitedly but calmly talk about how he was gonna enjoy his first butt fuck. From his tone, you would think he was talking about going to a concert, or observing the rodeo this weekend.
"MMM, I gotta tell you, Kendall, it's mighty fine for you to help out your teammates this way. And I'm gonna be honest with you, there's a special thrill in a high school freshman plowing the butt of a high school senior. I mean, I just turned 15 and you just turned 18, I mean fuck! I would never let this happen to me in a million years, but that's what makes you so special to me. You don't mind my fuckin that fine ass of yours, do you? I dunno, should I let you suck me a bit first, what do you think? Ah, maybe not, I'll save myself to have all the joy of feeling your ass caress and making sweet love to my cock! You know, Kendall, you'll always be my first, and that is a kind gift. Thanks, buddy!" He smiled a broad smile, ruffled my hair, grabbed my empty beer and walked away with a happy bounce to his step.
Since I hadn't eaten anything since early morning, I was feeling slightly buzzed from the two beers Hans had given me. I was staring at the ground, trying to be inconspicious, when a shadow fell over me and two sets of tennis shoes broke my line of sight. I slowly looked up, following the two pair of rodeo wranglers stopping briefly at two protruding crotches. I continue up past tight "Burwell Longhorn" t-shirt to look into the eyes of Jase, our junior quarterback and alpha-in-training, and Sage, our current quarterback and current alpha.
Jase gave a half smile and asked, "You might be hungry, did you want a sandwich?" Now, I'm not saying I didn't trust the guys at this point, but I didn't trust them and didn't know how to answer. Jase's smile became a little bit more strained. "So, Kendall, did you want a sandwich?" I still didn't answer, I wasn't sure what to say or what they really meant. Sage kicked my leg with his cowboy boot and said, "Don't be rude boy. Answer him!" I looked into Sage's eyes that again looked at me devoid of friendship; they were hard showing no emotion. I looked at Jase who was smirking at me; he said, "Well.....?" "Sure, Jase, I'd love a sandwich. I am a little hungry, I haven't eaten since morning." Sage kicked my leg again. I looked into his hard face, and he said, "Beg for it." "Huh?" I said. "Jesus, Tim really did bruise your brain when he face fucked you, didn't he? You can't even understand simple English. I said, beg for it!" As Sage was belittling me, Jase's smirk became even more pronounced, and his eyes began to dance and sparkle.
"Jase, Sage, I would do anything for you. I ask you simply, please let me have a sandwich. I am so hungry, I could eat almost anything. Please, please, please for the love of god, give me a sandwich." "Depends", Jase said. Do you want just any sandwich, or do you want one that will fill you up? We can provide for your needs..." "Please, Jase, give me the best sandwich you can make. I wanna be so full, I want my hunger to go away. Give me your best sandwich, Jase." Jase and Sage both started to smile wickedly, and I began to wonder, "WTF? I thought this was just a belittling humiliation they wanted the `cocksucker of the county' to go through for their jollies...what trap did I fall into?"
"Hey Alex." "Yeah, Sage, what's up?", Alex said. "Do me a favor. Go out to the truck and bring in the bag on the front seat of the pickup. I've got some lube in there." "Huh?" I sputtered. "Well, Kendall, I could be wrong, but I think you just asked for, no actually you begged for the best sandwich' that would make you so full'. So Jase here are gonna give you a quarterback sandwich. We're gonna fill you up, all right. We're gonna plug that purty little face of yours, and plug that ass but proper. We'll be the bread on either side of you and you're really gonna like this sandwich!"
I felt the blood draining from my face. I can't believe I didn't see this coming. Not that I didn't think that both Sage and Jase were hot as hell, but my throat was still sore and scratchy from the pounding Chad and Tim had given it. Neither Sage, nor Jase, looked like they were gonna give me even an ounce of compassion.
Alex came up and handed the lube to Sage, pounding me and raping me with his eyes; by his side was Hans giving his disarming smile. "So Jase," Hans said, "do we get a try at him when you guys are done?" Jase snorted and said, "If he's conscious, he all yours! Hell, if he's unconscious, he's all yours, I could give a fuck! Better check with Josh too, though, I have a feeling he's gonna need drained as well tonight, and don't forget that he's a senior and you're both only 15 year old freshmen!" "Don't worry," said Alex, "I may be a freshman, but I'll match Josh stroke for stroke making our little cocksucker beg for mercy! I'll do my best so that when I'm done with him, he'll be unconscious!"
They talked like they were at a meat market; I was right in front of them throughout the interchange. I was beginning feel so weak from nervousness that I didn't trust myself to stand up. I thought about asking if I had a say in any of this, but wisely kept my questions to myself.
Jase came over and stood in front of me. His thumbs were hooked into his front pockets, and his fingers were drumming against his crotch a song or tune heard only by himself. I watched his fingers drumming the tune, wondering what it was when I heard a snort. I slowly looked up into his eyes. He had cocked his right eyebrow, and simply said, "Stand up, and strip." "Huh?", I asked. "Honestly, how hard did Tim skull fuck you? Did any of your brain escape damage? Stand up and get your fucking clothes off!" Sage barked.
I jumped up and pulled my shirt over my head. As I began to unbuckle my jeans, Josh wandered up and said, "Holy crap, did you pee your pants?!?". Embarrassed, I muttered a response. Sage barked, "Speak up fuckhead! We can't hear you!" Totally humiliated, I said, "I didn't pee my pants. I've been leaking precum for over 5 hours, and I came in my pants with Tim, OK?" Josh came up and held my head against his chest and said soothingly, "Poor Kendall, you've been horny for over 5 hours and you have a load of jism in your pants? And now you're hard again as you prepare for Jase and Sage?" He was stroking my hair, my head on his chest so that I heard his heart beating. "Poor, poor Kendall...", he said soothingly. Then suddenly, his hands dropped from my hair, he slapped my butt hard and said, "now fucking finish stripping. Sage and Jase are ready for you and I want to empty my balls this century!". Then he shoved me hard and I fell back into the recliner. Josh walked away, laughingly saying, "what a fucking cum dump. Who gives a fuck how he feels?" "GET UP!", Sage barked.
I jumped up and let my wranglers drop to the floor. There was a huge wet spot on the front of my boxer briefs, bordered on one side by a stiff section of cloth that dried what was my previous orgasm from a few hours earlier. "Thanks, Chad, thanks, Tim", I thought. "Get over here!", Jase barked. I quickly moved to him and he motioned to the coffee table. "Sit!", he commanded. I did as I was told, and Jase came up and stood in front of me, legs spread slightly, hands on his hips. "Unzip me!", he ordered. "Lord, I've been here before", I thought. With trembling hands, I reached up to his zipper. "Oh, look, he's nervous! He's like a virgin for the very first time!", Jase said. "As if!", Sage said sarcastically.
"Go ahead and unbuckle me", Jase said. I unbuckled his belt, his wranglers, and slowly pulled them down his long legs. He kicked off his Nike's, and a smell of hidden boy jock rose up to my nose. I pulled down first his right sock, then his left. I then pulled down his wranglers the rest of the way and he placed his huge hands upon my head bracing himself as he lifted first his right leg, then his left, and allowed me to remove his wranglers completely. I set them behind me on the table, and looked forward.
Jase was wearing a pair of boxers were black but with the phrase "A Party in my Pants" scrolling all over the cloth in bright pink print. I looked up at Jase who smiled and said, "Ah, Kendall, there is a party in my pants...and you are the main entertainment at the moment." With that, he reached forward and locked his hands in the hair at the back of my head and pulled me forward. I watched the boxers grow closer to my face, and then he ground his crotch into my face over and over. I had never seen Jase naked before. He had a dusting of hair over his entire chest that was thick for a 17 year old.
As he rubbed his crotch over and over on my face, my hands subconsciously reached behind Jase for support and gripped his butt. My hands fell upon the most amazing bubble butt that I had secretly (I thought) admired for so long. As he thrust over and over into my face, my hands reflexively massaged and caressed his fantastic ass. Meanwhile, my nose was jousting with what felt like an anaconda behind a very thin fabric. His jock musk completely filled my lungs as I struggled to breathe while pressed into his crotch. It was obvious he had not showered for a few days. He wasn't ripe, but he wasn't squeaky clean. His scent was pretty strong. His boxers obviously hadn't been changed for a few days as well. He obviously doesn't "shake, wiggle and dance so the last few drops wouldn't end up on your pants." There was a fairly strong scent of urine, a sweetness that smelled like dried cum, and I could smell that he may not have washed himself as well as he could have the last time he took a crap.
"Pull `em down!", Jase barked. He released my head, I released his butt, and I slowly began to pull down his boxers. His dick pushed obscenely against the fabric and was inch by inch revealed as his boxers slowly descended down his legs. His dick was being pulled down with the waistband, and when his helmet finally cleared the waistband, his cock forcefully sprang up and flung a string of precum up across my forehead and nose; my god this stud not only had an incredible bubble butt, but he owned 7 ½ inches of solid stud meat. Once again, he braced himself on my head and alternately lifted each leg allowing me to remove his boxers.
"Open up, now!" Jase barked. He was not one to disobey. Staring with a little dread at his monster, I wondered if my throat could survive the onslaught, or if I simply was going to be choked to death. With one hand gripping my hair, and the other hand cupped behind my neck, I once again watched as a dick of death approached my open mouth. Unfortunately, my mouth was so dry that he yanked his dick out and said, "Jesus, your tongue feels like a snakes tongue! Give me the lube!" Sage tossed him the lube, and he quickly put a layer on his dick.
"Let's try this again. Open up, now!" he barked again. Contrite, I opened my mouth, and once again, he gripped my hair and my neck, and pushed forward. I felt him slide across my tongue, hit the back of my throat and continued on it's forward journey. I was unprepared for this -- I expected him to `work up' to going down my throat. My eyes opened to the size of saucers, my lungs began to scream for oxygen and my hands flew immediately to his legs to try to push him away. "Oh you fucking pussy, take this dick, goddamit!" His arms flexed pulling in my head and within seconds my nose and eyes were buried in a forest of pubic hair. I panicked even more when I realized he wasn't pulling out. I tried to look around, but I could only see pubic hair that scratched my eyes. I began to get light headed and thought I was going to pass out or die, when Jase rapidly pulled from my throat.
Immediately, I began coughing and sputtering. "Shut the fuck up, you pussy. I promised I wouldn't skull fuck you, but you'll still need to get my cock ready. But I promise you that if I feel even one tooth on my dick, I'll castrate you!" With that, he plunged into my throat again. I once again was buried in his pubic hair, and felt my lungs burning with lack of oxygen. There was a buzzing in my ears as I once again, started to get light headed; suddenly he yanked his dick once again from my throat. I hacked and coughed harder than before. I hacked so hard, a huge amount of phlegm flew out into my hand. "Good, that's what I was waiting for! Come on, you fucking pussy!"
He yanked my hair and I stood and stumbled after Jase. He reached the recliner I had been sitting in, and plopped down and said, "Kneel you cocksucker!" I fell to my knees before him, continuing to cough and sputter. He said, "shut the fuck up, already. Take that throat snot and coat my dick with it!" Continuing to cough, I stroked his pole with my hand that was so slimy with my phlegm. I was still coughing, and he barked, "cough more into your hand." Easy to obey, a huge amount of snot came out of my throat and nose into my hand. I continued to rub his dick with the snot. "You know, Jase, I got plenty of lube here." Sage said. "Fuck it!" Jase said. "I like it natural. This cunt isn't the first ass I've fucked, but if he's smart he's gonna make it the best ass I've fucked."
Once he felt his dick was slimy enough, he snarled, "Stand up and turn around." I did as was told, and felt his hands grab my hips. "Bend over, bitch!" I bent over slightly and felt Jase's hands grab my hips. He guided me slowly down and within seconds I felt the helmet of his cock rubbing up and down the valley of my ass. Still holding my hips, he reached his thumb out and spread my cheeks exposing my hole. He placed the helmet against my hole and pushed up and down slightly. Alex called over, "Jase, you need a rubber?". "No fucking way", Jase said, "I want to try to make him pregnant!"
With that, Jase started to punch slightly at my hole. He pulled my hips down slightly, and his cockhead popped through my sphincter. I shallowly breathed rapidly in and out as the most intense pain I had ever felt began in my ass and burned brightly from my butt to my brain. Jase removed his hands from my hips and reach through my arms to grip my shoulders with an iron hold. With the force of his quarterback arms, he began to pull down, and his 7 ½ inch pole slowly slid into my ass until I was sitting on Jase's lap. The pain was so intense, I had my mouth open and a loud moan was escaping into the room. My mouth was open as I continued to rapidly breathe in and out as I tried to adapt to his girth, his length, his invasion. I honest didn't feel it could get worse than this. As my struggling moaning continued, I open my eyes to see Sage walk up in front of me stopping inches from my face. He was rubbing his swollen crotch and said, "You called, Kendall?"
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Tom Bauer