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This one's for Trey.
Here are some stories about my adventures as an 18yo dumb jock... well, more like misunderstandings and accidents.
I messed up again the other day. My hole had been going wild in my shorts all day. I couldn't focus in class so ended up with an empty notebook and lots of homework. I spent the whole day squirming in my seat, trying to give my twitching jock puck some relief while the guys around me all sniggered at some personal joke. A few of them even slapped my ass on the way out of class, you know, just guys horsing around. But it made my big bubble ass bounce like crazy and I had to bite my lip to keep from whimpering out loud.
Dad has relaxed a little lately and has started letting me take the bus home instead of waiting around at school for him. When I got home, I ran inside and immediately kicked off my shorts. Just having my teen ass exposed in my pink jockstrap made me feel a little better... but I needed more. Running upstairs to my room, I shed my shirt and flopped down onto my little single bed. Throwing my smooth thighs as wide as I could, I took a quick look around the room at all the football trophies Dad was so proud of. I knew my hole was twitching worse than ever, so I gave my fingertips a quick lick and SLAPPED my hand down on my itching asshole. Awww, that felt good. Rubbing it slowly, I relaxed completely letting out a loud sigh. I licked my fingers again (getting the slight tang of my sweaty jockboy crack) and gave it another SLAP for good measure. I looked down in surprise as my teen pecs bunched up and my little pink nips became rock hard. See? This problem with my hole is so serious, it affects my whole musclebod!
Gritting my teeth, I got a little more... well... violent... spanking my hole as quick and as sharp as I could to relieve the pressure, rubbing it every so often when the sting got too intense. I could feel it getting stickier as I applied more and more hot saliva and could picture it - all glistening and shiny in the afternoon light, my bright pink tiny hairless teen hole. For a good 15 minutes I completely calmed dow from my stressful day, in nothing but my pink jockstrap with my legs in a wide 'V'. After a partiularly loud SLAP I yelped and turned my head towards the window getting the shock of my life.
I had forgotten that a scaffolding had been erected outside my window that very morning for the construction crew that were working on the outside of our house. There stood a huge hulk of a man - the Puerto Rican foreman who my Dad's colleagues had recommended - leaning against my window with a hammer clenched in his gorilla-like fist. His other hand was resting comfortably down the front of his jeans and his shirt was open, revealing two wide rectangle slabs of furry puffy pec-mounds with dark nipples like bullets. Now he's not unattractive, I guess... his wife is a lucky woman to have such a brute of a man with salt and pepper hair and eyes that sparkle. My mouth hung open and I blushed at having been caught in this state of relaxation, but he just smirked (he always smirked) and slowly went back to work as I hurried to put on a pair of shorts and get started on my homework before Dad came home. How embarrassing!
The next morning as I left for school, the construction crew was already at my house. I kept my eyes to the ground as I waited for Dad by his car but soon saw a pair of massive boots and thick legs in jeans walk up to stand directly in front of me. His shadow blocked out the sun and I sniffed, getting a whiff of his spicy Rican scent. I looked up - I would have to face him at some point - and gave him my trademark grin. The foreman was even bigger up close; at least 6'4 and so broad. It looked like every inch of him was covered in muscle and it was all doing its best to burst right out of his jeans and button-down flannel shirt, especially around the front of his jeans.
It turned out he was a really nice guy. He spoke in a thick accent and smirked the whole time but he apologised for laying eyes on me during such a... private moment. He told me he understood that 'boys like me' needed to cool down and was more interested in where I had gotten a pink jockstrap. I grinned and shuffled my feet (not wanting to tell him the whole story of how I got that jock) as he stretched his big arms above his head, flexing his grapefruit-sized biceps and yawning exaggeratedly. I was concerned; Dad was working these guys pretty hard and not paying them nearly enough for the job. I suggested that if the foreman needed a nap, he could take a quick snooze in the guest bedroom down the hall - three doors down from my own bedroom where he had... seen me. He stroked his chin and nodded - he liked that idea - and I was glad to have made a new friend. I asked him his name and he grunted in a deep thick accent 'Call me Papi', dipping his hand once again into the front of his jeans. Must be to provide more support for that heavy toolbelt.
Dad soon emerged from the house in his suit, stressed as usual and frowned as he saw me talking to Papi. The Rican slowly slid his hand back out of his jeans and gave Dad a wave and a smirk, but Dad just barked for me to get in the car. As we got into the Lexus, I heard the foreman mention something about a 'sweet little culo' to the other guys (culo means dog right?) and they all laughed heartily. Their laughter stopped when Dad told me I shouldn't be seen talking to 'cheap foreign trash' and I sighed. I gave Papi a friendly grin as we pulled out of the driveway an felt relieved that the work would be done by tonight and they wouldn't have to put up with my surly, racist Dad anymore.
That afternoon, I returned home exhausted after a long day of listening to my buddies talk about all the pussy they've been scoring. They keep assuring me that I'm just a 'late bloomer' - I wish I wasn't so nervous around girls! I walked up the driveway and waved at the Puerto Rican crew. They waved back and smiled, almost as if they'd been waiting for me to come home - but no sign of Papi. Entering the kitchen, I saw a small black box on the table, wrapped in a hurry with my name scrawled on a cheap looking tag. How sweet! Dad had bought me an early birthday present! Grinning I hurried to unwrap it and was astonished at what I saw. A small pair of bright pink bikini briefs - at least, I think they were bikini briefs - lay in the box and looked expensive. That's weird... Dad is always commenting that guys who wear this sort of thing are 'looking for trouble' and girls who wear them are just sluts. I shrugged - if Dad bought them, then I'd be ungrateful NOT to wear them! Taking a quick look around to make sure the coast was clear, I stripped naked and slid them on. WOW! There was just enough room for my junk in the front but the thin strap rubbed firmly against my winking pucker and really made my bubble butt bounce. Even better, that pink strip of material applied the right amount of pressure to my puck and actually eased the twitching! They felt great and I couldn't wait to thank Dad for such a thoughtful present.
'Oh well,' I thought, 'time for homework!' Leaving my clothes and bag in the kitchen, I made my way upstairs to my room... slowing down when I saw a slightly familiar toolbelt lying on the carpet in front of my doorway. Getting closer, I heard the springs of my small bed squeak and peeked inside my room. Beside the toolbelt, was a flannel shirt and beyond that a rumpled pair of jeans... leading to a sweaty, completely naked Puerto Rican foreman sprawled out on my bed! Not only had Papi decided to take a nap as I had suggested, but he somehow got my room mixed up with the guest room and now his enormous pumped brown body was relaxing on my bed without a stitch of clothing! His furry legs were slightly spread and his bulging arms hung over the sides, his fingertips nearly dragging on the floor. And his dong... at least 10 inches and so thick! Like a bloated can of soda, it was pointing straight up at the ceiling and I could even see it throb in time with his pulse. It glistened at the tip... he must have been having some sweet dreams. I chuckled as I realised he even smirked in his sleep.
With a groan, I saw my homework textbook - on my bedside table, on the other side of this sleeping Rican giant. Taking a few steps closer, I whispered 'Papi?' but this was only met with a satisfied grunt and an even wider smirk. His eyes remained closed - he was definitely asleep. I could have sworn I saw that steel pillar of flesh lurch and a drop of milky precum slid down the veined shaft to his pubic bush. Oh well... it WAS my idea for him to take a nap after all, and I couldn't blame him for getting the wrong room. I would just have to retrieve my book and return downstairs without waking him. I crept towards the bed in my new pink bikini briefs and reached across to grab it. I took a moment to admire the toned body of a real man, tanned muscles sculpted by hours of working hard in the sun for my Dad. I tried not to stare at his cock but the damn thing was hypnotising - were all immigrants hung like this? What hope did straight white teens like me have to satisfy girls with our small white penises?
I stretched my hand out to grab my book, my wrist grazing his furry abs as he grunted again in his sleep. I sighed in frustration; I couldn't reach it. I would have to straddle this muscle bull to even have the slightest hope of obtaining it. Resolving to do it as swiftly as possible without disturbing his slumber, I threw one smooth thigh across his broad pecs. My barely covered teen ass was pointed directly at his face while my view was more of his burly thighs and big hairy feet. Without resting my weight on him. I chuckled inwardly - if Dad or one of the crew were to walk in, they'd sure get the wrong idea! My fingertips grazed the book and I stretched a little more... and that's when I realised I should have been paying more attention to that horsecock throbbing between his legs.
It was so hard that it stood tall and proud, completely stiff and in my rush to grab my textbook I had unwittingly ended up with my blonde head hovering above it. I was so close I could smell it, and watched in awe as another thick bubble of cocksnot burped our of his flared slit and slimed its way down his babymaker. Stretching one last time, I finally got a firm grasp on my homework and froze. During my fierce concentration, my mouth had made contact with that huge knob and that goo was already pouring out like lip gloss on my straight jockboy lips. As long as he didn't wake up, we would both get out of this without anything bad happening.
I didn't move a muscle, and yet somehow his hips managed to buck slightly, nudging that sticky cockhead into my mouth. I moaned in exasperation - it was impossible not to taste that slimy Rican dick honey spilling out onto my tongue. My biggest fear was that he would wake up and freak out, assuming that I wanted his fat brown dick in my mouth while I wagged my smooth white glutes framed in skimpy pink underwear in his face! His breathing had quickened, and I kept my lips where they were while waiting for the right time to climb back off his bluecollar musclebod and extract his leaking prick from my teen mouth.
But luck was not on my side. With a deep growl, he flipped. And I mean literally flipped! He wrapped his enormous arms around my small, smooth back and lifted us both into the air before crashing back down on my bed with me pinned underneath him. The squeak of the springs was deafening and the wooden headboard slammed against the wall as he had some sort of seizure in his sleep. Not only that, but the force of his sheer weight and size slammed his impossibly thick brown prong deep into my throat showing no concern for my gag reflex. That sweaty schlong immediately pulled back until the tip was resting against my shiny lips and then rammed back into my throat with more force than before. 'Oh shit!' I thought, 'he's dreaming! He's dreaming about fucking his wife!' And as quickly and unexpectedly as that, this enormous bluecollar immigrant began mercilessly pounding my tonsils on my own bed!
I couldn't move. I could only lie there and grip the sheets as his hips became a blur and my own wet slurping choking noises echoed off the walls. The headboard continued to slam against the wall, cracking the plaster and making my football trophies rattle on their shelves. Of course, from this position I couldn't see his face, no doubt contorted in a dreamlike sneer - just his fuzzy nutsack as it flopped again and again on my eyes and forehead. Every so often, that slick dong would slide balls deep into my gullet and he would hold still a second, grinding his pubes against my chin.
I soon realised it was unlikely that this stud was dreaming about his wife - he was using my mouth as if I was some dumb slut! The way a sex-starved madman would cruelly rape an innocent schoolgirl, but instead he was assaulting my straight teen throat! I could hardly believe that he could stay asleep through all of this! My only saving grace was that Dad had already paid the crew for all of their construction work so even if he did wake up and embarrass us both, I would never have to see the foreman again. I could feel my creamy white jockbutt bouncing as the bed creaked and shook and was thankful he was asleep and couldn't see my ass trembling with that pink strap snapped tight against my pucker.
Almost half an hour passed and his mouth-fucking frenzy continued. My jaw became slack, providing him with an open wet hole to bury his Rican donkey dong. For 30 minutes my mind was consumed by nothing but thoughts of his fat breeder cock stretching out my throat on the same bed that I had slept in for almost 18 years. My bed had never seen action like this - I'm a virgin after all. The more he thrusted, the more I gurgled, slurping loudly on his greasy prong and wishing this sperm-filled stud would wake up. I mean, between the headboard knocking against the wall and me whining with a mouth full of married meat, you think he would right? Even moreso when a particularly hard thrust made him grunt loudly and one of my shelves broke, sending a bunch of my trophies crashing to the floor and smashing to pieces. Not long after this, I heard the front door slam.
Dad had come home early to inspect the construction work and make sure he got what he paid (very little) for. Normally I'd be studying quietly in my room but today I was getting my head fucked into the mattress by the very man Dad had hired to get the job done. I moaned again in frustration - 'Wake up, Papi, please wake up' I tried to say but loudly gagged again as both spit and precum oozed out of my mouth. Less than a minute later, I heard Dad's heavy footsteps bounding up the stairs. That thick brown hotrod was brutally shoved down my throat one last time and I heard the foreman yell as his hand clamped down on my throat and squeezed, feeling his schlong wedged firmly in my tight jockboy throat. I felt Dad's presence standing in the doorway and could tell that he was witnessing his son choking on immigrant cock while wearing tight pink bikini briefs (that I was sure he had bought me) in his very own house.
The Puerto Rican muscle god slowly pulled his sloppy pole out of my mouth and in one final attempt to wake him up, I groaned out 'Papi! Please!' before a slug of fresh white-hot seed squirted directly into my slack-jawed teen mouth. It was followed by another nine slimy ropes as that big gorilla hand stroked my throat, stimulating my muscles and causing me to swallow. This dirty muscle thug must have been working so hard for my Dad that he was too stressed to jack off these last few weeks - this was a mammoth load of sperm! Dad was frozen in the doorway watching the scene unfold, probably wishing he had waited one more day before giving the payment cheque to the crew. But neither of us could have guessed that the afternoon would have played out this way! And all because Papi chose the wrong bedroom to nap in by mistake and I had been so keen to finish my homework before Dad came home. Poor Papi... if I had been more careful, none of this would have happened!
With one final squirt and a quick squeeze of my throat, Papi pulled back. I blinked up at the smirk on his face and realised that his powerful orgasm had been enough to wake him up. Lying there on my sweat soaked sheets (not my sweat, by the way, but dripping wet with hung Rican sweat) the foreman reached down and dug a fat finger under the strap wedged in my ass trench, snapping it back against my pulsing pucker hard enough to make me yelp. 'Enjoy it,' he grunted, before lazily grabbing his clothes from the floor and pushing past my Dad. I wiped a few drops of jizz from my lips as Dad's fists clenched and the familiar furious twitch of his bushy moustache began. His eyes scanned the pink bikini briefs and all my broken football trophies with increasing disappointment. Papi got the last word as he called out over his shoulder 'Tell your friends!' before walking downstairs to applause and cheers from the rest of the bluecollar crew. I guess they were celebrating the completion of another successful job.
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