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The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another.
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"HIGH SCHOOL JOCKS AND THEIR TOYS" Pt.1
Seth Haley is not just your average seventeen year old High School jock, Seth has plans, huge plans, of one day making it to the Olympics as a Gymnast. Otherwise Seth IS just your average seventeen year old High School jock. He has needs like any teenage boy, but unlike some teenage boys living in large cities and towns across America that have access to an unlimited supply of shall we say unscrupulous girls, Seth lives in a small upscale town in upstate New York, and nearly all the girls in this bedroom town are more than just a little concerned about their High School reputation.
As I said, Seth is a seventeen year old jock, with a well-muscled body, short blond hair worn in a crew cut, at five feet nine, Seth weighs in at one hundred sixty two pounds, with not an ounce of fat on his mighty fine physique. How fine is his physique you ask, well as you can imagine, Gymnastics is a sport involving the performance of exercises requiring physical strength, flexibility, agility, coordination, and balance, if you have ever witnessed a male gymnast up close, you have a pretty good idea of the type of hard muscles I'm referring to.
You might also ask, that being a gorgeous teenage male, coming from a well to do family, and having basically anything he wants handed over to him, excellent grades, and his own BMW, what the hell more could an aspiring High School Gymnast, a young guy with so many attributes ask for? Good question, and I'm about to answer that question in this story about High School Jocks and their Toys.
But, before I move on with Seth's story. A few blocks away from Seth's home lives Toby Stanton, another incredibly good looking and fine bodied High School Jock. Toby with his black dishevelled hair and dark brown eyes, has just turned eighteen and is a very popular Football player at his school. At five feet eleven inches tall, Toby weighs one hundred fifty five pounds of hard muscle. Toby also comes from a well to do family, his grades are not excellent, but he manages just fine in all his classes, and being the only child of a set of Lawyers, He too pretty much gets whatever he wants, being slightly more spoiled than most kids in this upscale neighborhood. Toby drives a new Tahoe, given to him on his eighteenth birthday.
Three houses down from Toby lives seventeen year old Brandon MacVane. Brandon is just too cute for his own good, with very light blond shoulder length hair, a set of dimples that just won't quit, also has a mighty fine physique, standing at five feet nine inches, weighing at about one fifty or so. Brandon loves working out and improving his muscular frame, and is also a popular Football player. His grades are a little better than average. He just happens to be friends with Toby, not because they have tons in common, but mostly because they live just a few houses apart and grew up together, plus the two friends are of course teammates.
Though there are many other characters within this story these three are the main characters, with very little in common with one another, other than the fact that they are all jocks in their own way, and all attend the very same all boys private school located within their town.
It's seven thirty Saturday morning, the first week of October. As the alarm begins to blare, Seth lazily and without opening his eyes raises his arm and extends it to the right side of his bed and angrily slams the off button with the palm of his hand. His arm then sneaks back under the covers, while the hand of that same arm brushes its palm down the length of his thick, nearly eight inch morning wood. Working its way to the tight sac just below, and after cupping the large sack lovingly, the hand moves back to the base of his thick love muscle. As he slowly caresses and massages his power tool, Seth thinks about his brother's last email and its contents.
Grant Haley, Seth's nineteen year old bro has just started his second year at Pen State on a Football scholarship. The boys come from a loving family and are very close, they confide in each other about anything and everything. With no other children in the family, Seth and Grant can do no wrong in the eyes of their successful parents. Grant has sent Seth an e-mail at least twice a day since the day he left for school nearly two months ago. They also chat online three to four days a week. Not to mention the many phone calls throughout the week.
Seth has known all about Grants male bitch at school since the beginning of last year, and has often been told by Grant that Seth really needs a fag of his own. Grant constantly reminds his brother of the many pleasures that only a faggot can offer him, and encourages him to find himself a queer-boy at school and turn this fag into a loyal bitch. It appears from Grant's last e-mail that a long list of new duties has been presented to his own bitch, and whereas before when Grant could be satisfied with just a simple blow-job, his own needs have expanded, and the e-mail goes into great detail as to what is expected of Grant's little bitch these days.
As Seth re-reads his brothers words in his mind, his right hand begins to work overtime. He fantasizes about what it would be like to have a fag bitch of his own, doing to him what Grant's bitch is doing to Grant on a regular basis. Damn, he thought, `no more using my hand to satisfy my needs' With his hand about to bring his very thick eight inches to an incredible climax, Seth could not help but wonder how it all works, still a virgin in every aspect of the word, how someone, anyone, girl or guy could ever get his entire awesome looking shaft all the way into their mouth without literally choking to death. Yet, Grant says that his bitch does it all the time, sometimes more often than once a day, and his fine rod is about the same size as his younger brothers. Finally, Seth convinces himself that if Grant can force all of his thick tool into another person's mouth, then somehow... it most definitely can be done, and with that very thought, Seth's thick eight inch torpedo fires into the palm of his hand, covering the entire palm with a wicked hot and heavy thick load of wasted teen boy-juice. Seth made a mental note to give his brother a call right after he returns home from Gymnastic work-outs.
Because the school that Seth attends is not a public school, it has some perks that most schools don't have; Such as the huge Gym being available to the students on Saturdays from eight am to twelve noon. This allows Seth and or other boys to either work-out or practice their particular sport, such as Gymnastics, Wrestling, Basketball, Track and Field, or to just simply use the weight room free of charge.
Also, because the Gym is particularly large, it is broken up into separate areas. For instance the room with the Pommel Horse, Still Rings, Parallel Bars, High Bar, and Rope Climb, which of course is mainly used for Gymnastics, is in the corner of the giant Gym, and a separate entity all by itself, with an entrance from the main Gym.
As Seth works his strenuous routine, suited in his tight form fitting uniform, consisting of a white singlet tucked into his white skimpy shorts, he is most certainly a sight to behold, with his magnificent looking body being held in the air by one arm, as he twirls himself in rapid speed from one exercise to another, anyone watching whether Gay or Straight cannot help but to be hypnotized, simply by the sheer beauty and wonder of it all, it's for sure one cannot help but to be totally awed.
Such is the case of his mystery admirer. This year, as was the case last year and possibly the year before, Seth has caught a glimpse of a fan so to speak, always wearing a white hooded sweat shirt covering his head. A fan that wishes to stay anonymous for whatever reason, a fact that is brought on with him quickly disappearing once he is caught secretly watching the young Gymnast in action, caught by Seth himself.
Seth has always found it strange that this secret admirer doesn't just simply enter the room, have a seat on the bleachers, and watch freely for as long as he wishes. A routine that is certainly not uncommon, as many students and even teachers have done just that over the past few years when Seth has practiced his magnificent skills.
However, with that said, Seth has always just brushed this little voyeurism aside, never really giving it a second thought. That is until today. It suddenly dawned on him, that this dude is obviously obsessed with either Seth's body and looks, or his unique ability to perform such strenuous exercises with such little effort. Either way, this mystery admirer and the fact that he was obviously obsessed with Seth in one way or another, was certainly worth investigating. With his mind now focused on revealing the identity of this secret admirer, Seth could no longer concentrate on his exercises, and decided to search out and find this dude.
This was not an easy task, all Seth really had to go on was the fact that the dude always wore a hooded sweatshirt, covering his head and a portion of his face, as did more than half the students at this prestigious school. As Seth hurried into the main Gym, his eyes scoured over the small crowd of students doing their own thing within the Gym, nearly a dozen or so were wearing white hooded sweatshirts, some lowered to their shoulders, others covering their heads. Letting out a huge sigh, Seth decided to call it a day.
Hours later, over at Toby Stanton's, Toby was having a much better day than Seth. Why? Because this tough High School Jock, had already discovered... nearly four years ago to be exact, the awesome pleasure of receiving head. So he was way ahead of Seth in that department, so to speak. Of course his induction into the art of being orally pleasured happened totally by accident as he and a friend were wrestling and horsing around on top of his bed. Toby enjoyed this time alone with his weaker friends, it allowed him to prove over and over again just who the strongest was between he and his side kicks, and it also decided who would be Boss of the day. Toby enjoyed this title immensely and therefore held the title against each of his friends since grade school, never losing it, not even for a day. It helped of course that Toby immensely loved the feeling of another dude submitting to him on a regular basis. Therefore he worked his body extra hard just to remain the strongest of his small group of close friends. Toby could never get enough of that awesome feeling of another dude being pinned beneath him and submitting to him over and over again, literally begging Toby to show some mercy and release him from whatever tight pin Toby held him in, and Toby more often than not played deaf to his buds submissions, refusing to allow whoever the victim might be to give up too soon. One of his many victims of such horse play was none other than pretty boy Brandon MacVane, Toby's best friend. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
It was on this particular day a Saturday nearly four years ago, that he and his best friend Brandon were wrestling in Toby's bedroom. As usual Brandon gave it his all, hoping for once to be able to pin his best friend the wicked tough and well-muscled Toby Stanton. Both with bare chest and clad in tight white briefs and white ankle length socks. This was pretty much the attire when the two would horse around, especially if spending the night at one or the others' house and it was time for bed, as it was in this case. As I mentioned the whole thing happened purely by accident, well sort of.
With Toby sitting on Brandon's bare chest, he inched himself forward till his well packed, tight white cotton filled pouch, was brushing against pretty boy Brandon's chin. As was the norm in this situation, Toby jokingly grabbed the back of his friends head and brought the gorgeous face of his friend Brandon right up and into Toby's ample package, and held it there, while laughing his ass off. "there ya go dude, feast on that for a while"
Although this had always been a very humiliating position for poor Brandon to be in, he was by now kind of used to it. Not sharing the same sense of humor as his best friend, Brandon would threaten to bite the dudes balls if Toby kept them pressed against Brandon's lips. He also knew that by this point, the horsing around was pretty much over for the night, just as soon as he answered Toby's embarrassing question, the very same question he had answered time and time again. "kay dude, this is where you tell me who's the boss, and WHO will always BE the BOSS"
The problem for Brandon was... this time was different, he wasn't quite sure why it was different, but he knew SOMETHING was happening. As Brandon breathed into the huge pouch of Toby's tight briefs, with his nose and lips pressed tightly against his friends cotton covered thick seven inch shaft; something strange was happening in Brandon's groin. Suddenly he began shaking uncontrollably; he began feeling pain and pleasure at the same time within his groin. He felt his face become contorted, as it was roughly moved all over the hard jock package it was pressed against by the hands of his best friend. Little had Brandon realized that he had just reached puberty six months after his thirteenth birthday.
Toby, not really sure what the hell was going on, but being almost a half year older than his cute friend, had a suspicion, he turned his head and looked down at Brandon's crotch. His first reaction was. "Holy SHIT... dude??? ... WHAT THE FUCK???... you just shot your first load... damn... you finally made it to manhood... way to go"
As Toby smiled down into Brandon's pretty eyes, his own face slowly began to change expressions, he now looked as though he had just lost his best friend, so to speak. "whoooaaa wait... fuck man... you just got OFF on having your nose and mouth pressed against my dick... ooooh fuck... man, no waaaay....aah shit... you're turning queer on me... aintcha ... I mean seriously dude... what's with that ?... you like having your mouth pressed against my cock? ... man, what a stupid question, I mean obviously you like having your mouth pressed against my wood... like?? What am I talking about, you must fucking LOVE it, cause you didn't even touch yourself" So began Brandon's new life, his status changed within seconds. Less than five minutes ago, he was Toby's best friend, now laying beneath his bud, he wondered why the hell his cock betrayed him, why now had it decided to shoot its first load ever? He wasn't a fag, he'd fuck chicks, or at least he would if he had the opportunity to do so, had always planned on doing so. Plus he so got off on feeling their breasts, that is whenever he felt it safe to do so. So what the hell, he wondered, what could have happened?
Brandon being thirteen and Toby having turned fourteen six months earlier, began looking at life a whole lot differently than they had just a few moments ago. All that Toby knew at that moment was that he had himself a friend... with benefits, fuck that... what he had himself... though he didn't think of it in these terms at that very moment... was his own personal bitch.
As for Brandon, still totally confused, still laying beneath his tough friend, with his lips still attached to the cotton covered out line of seven inches of now hard, thick, dick, he was still somewhere on another planet, as a matter of fact, he wouldn't be returning back to earth for a while yet, not till he began choking uncontrollably, and fighting just to breathe.
Toby didn't need to force a very humiliated and deeply embarrassed Brandon into sucking cock... for the first time... after all, Toby was the BOSS, and Brandon just followed orders, as usual. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Today was just another Saturday morning working out at the High School Gym, nearly four years later, after Toby treated himself to a bitch-boy. Things between him and Brandon had of course changed... but not too drastically. The two continued hanging out and double dated and hassled each other as they always had, and Toby kept his promise after all these years of not outing his best friend... providing of course that Brandon lived up to his part of the bargain and serviced all of Toby's personal needs, which seemed to be increasing with each passing day.
Because their team had worked extra hard all week long, with football practice after school each day, the coach kept his promise and gave the team the whole weekend off.
However, being the fit jocks that they are, Toby and Brandon refused to just sit around all Saturday. As it was... even after Football practice on Saturdays the two would hang out at the Gym and work their well-toned bods. So whenever they were fortunate enough to have a day free from practice, all you had to do to locate them, would be to make a trip to the school gym.
Feeling that the two had worked up a good sweat, Toby went in search of Brandon who had claimed to be going to the can nearly twenty minutes ago. Toby looked around the work-out room and not seeing his bud, he decided to check the main Gym along with the Gymnastic room. Finally, with no sight of Brandon, Toby headed for the closest bathroom, which was at the end of a long corridor.
Not even halfway down the corridor Toby spots Brandon exiting the can. "Dude where the hell you been" Brandon acting as if it was no big deal, laughed. "What do ya mean? I told you I was going to the can" Toby shook his head and seemed a little agitated. "Dude, that was like a half hour ago" Brandon could tell when Toby was in one of his moods, it seemed to happen every Saturday. "ya... sooooo? ... What?.. You timing me now when I go to the friggin can?" Toby just shook his head in disgust. "whatever, man... let's just split this place... go back to the house, I need to get off... and as usual Caitlyn is off with her mom somewhere till later today"
Once outside and heading towards the parking lot in the brisk air, Toby noticed Brandon shivering slightly. "Dude? Where's your sweatshirt... you leave it in the Gym? Run back and get it I'll warm up the car... fuck man... you're really a fucking flake at times... huh" Brandon, noticing the tent in Toby's sweatpants, knew what he was in for once back at Toby's, but he also knew that today was no different from most Saturdays. "Dude... why you pissed off? ... I must have left my sweatshirt in the can... Geeezzz it's not the end of the frigging world"
Saturdays, Toby's rents were usually out for the day, sometimes not returning till dinner time, his latest fling, a cheerleader named Caitlyn Turner usually made herself busy on Saturday mornings as well, which was no biggy as far as Toby was concerned, since the bitch was still playing goody two shoes, and after dating her for a month now, he still hadn't even made it to first base with her yet. Like I said, no sweat off Toby's balls, he had himself a decent back-up for when he was horny, and every Saturday after work-out and without fail, the High School Jock was wicked horny, and today Toby was hornier than usual. "Fuck... man just hurry will ya... I'll pull up in front, but don't keep me waiting... kay?"
The teens rode in silence back to Toby's, each with their minds off in their own little world... thinking whatever it is that teen jocks think of these days. Once inside, both pulled their school's white hooded sweatshirts off in unison, and as if in total sync with one another off came the sweatpants. Toby ordered Brandon to get them some beverages from the fridge. "Go get us something to drink and bring it upstairs... hop hop"
Brandon by now was used to being bossed around by his best friend, it had pretty much always been that way, but got worse after he gave his bud head that very first time. Since then, he now had to drop to his knees and do whatever was demanded of him. He had to suck or lick dick, feet, pecs, or whatever, whenever, as part of their private deal, whenever being whenever Toby wanted it, and he seemed to want it at least once a day, and occasionally twice on Saturdays, yep Toby sure loved having his cock buried deep in his best friend's mouth.
Grabbing two sodas from the fridge and once Brandon made it up to Toby's room, his bud was already laying spread eagle on his king size bed, calmly brushing his palm over the nice size bulge in his sweaty jock. Toby only had one thing on his mind and it wasn't the drink his friend carried up stairs for him. "Put that down and climb up here between my legs, I want you to sniff and suck on my jock for a few... before you blow me"
This was something new that Toby had added to Brandon's duties as a bitch, and although Brandon had been doing it for a few weeks now, he still didn't like the idea of sucking another dudes dirty jock-strap, Toby knew this of course, and in his mind it made the task all that more enjoyable and pleasurable.
Shaking his head in disgust, Brandon tried to persuade his best friend not to ask this of him anymore. "Come-on man... please don't ask me to do that anymore... your jock is frigging gross... and I find it disgusting to even sniff it... never mind SUCK on it" Little did Brandon know that was precisely why Toby enjoyed the act as much as he did.
Toby just laughed his ass off. "first off... you've got it all wrong... I'm not asking you to SUCK my dirty jock-strap... no frigging way....I'd never ASK my best friend to do something as disgusting as that... BUT, as my bitch? I'm telling you, that's what you're gonna do... now crawl up here between my thighs... and plant that wicked pretty puss of yours... right into my fucking jock, face first, faggot"
My my, how quickly an attitude changes when a teen jock gets a little too horny for his own good. Brandon wasn't quite sure what it was he hated most, the sucking of the dirty jock... or being called a faggot by his best friend. However, it wasn't the first time Toby had belittled, and degraded him this way, The name calling and degradation had been going on for quite some time now. Again, it was all part of the change in their friendship that took place after that fateful night that Toby turned his best friend into his personal bitch.
However, Brandon could be quite the spitfire himself when he wanted to be. After all he was by no means a slouch in the body department, he would work his hot body just as hard as Toby worked his, but being shorter and a little lighter in weight, he would never be a match against his best friend. "Man, I'm tired of you calling me a faggot... Dude? Seriously...don't ever call me a faggot again... you're the only one I give head to... and that's because you make me do it... I don't even know if I would give someone else head... don't even know what it would be like to suck someone else's dick... so you have no right calling me a faggot... so I'm telling you right now to stop calling me those frigging names you call me... or else"
Brandon didn't even have time to catch his breath after that little speech, before Toby flew off the bed and landed a barrage of power punches into his friends tight abs, followed by several very hard and loud bitch slaps to Brandon's pretty face. It all happened so frigging fast, poor Brandon didn't even have time to make a fist, never mind defend himself, not that he would have stood a chance against Toby anyway.
Within literally seconds, Brandon was laid out on his back up on the king size bed, with his best friend straddling his chest. Brandon did try to throw his bud off him, but with Toby's well-muscled thighs on each side of Brandon's head, and his arms being pinned tightly beneath his buds shins, there was literally nowhere for him to go.
Brandon had hit a nerve within his friend, and Toby was pissed. "Don't you ever use that tone with me again, you fucking little fag... cause the next time... I will seriously beat the fuck out of you, and I won't stop at a couple of love taps to your gut either" Toby followed those remarks with several more stinging slaps to his friends face before going on. "Now let's get something straight... you are a FAG, plain and simple... you've been sucking my dick, swallowing my thick creamy cum, licking my sweaty balls, and kissing my feet for the past four years... you hear that, four fucking years... and that's every day of the week you've been SUCKING my COCK... and you have the fucking balls to tell me not to call you a FAG... just what the hell would you call yourself if not QUEER... huh?"
Toby paused giving Brandon an opportunity to speak, but Brandon remained silent. There were a few tears making their way down his cheeks, but to give Brandon credit, they could have formed from the sting of the powerful bitch slaps.
When not a word came out of his buds mouth, Toby continued degrading Brandon verbally. "Another thing... I never MADE you suck my cock... NEVER... you suck my cock because you're in love with it... or have you forgotten how you fucking shot your load without even touching your dick... just cause your lips was pressed against the outline of my hard-on... you frigging little queer. Have I told ANYONE about your little secret... huh? Have I?... no, I haven't, not one word to any of our buds and it's been four years. We made a deal... I would allow you to get through school pretending to be a straight football jock... and even allow you to pleasure yourself on my cock and feed on my awesome jock sperm... the only drawback was that you needed to do so when I was ready... well guess what, FAG... the party is over for you...sure, I'll keep my part of the bargain still... but from here on... you do whatever I say... and I don't care how much you
cry that you don't want to... you understand... queer-boy? That means you dont ever hesitate again... when I tell you to SUCK you better fucking well SUCK ... I dont care what it is... you fucking suck it... and you SUCK it with a smile... you got that"
Toby hauled off and slapped Brandon two more times, before grabbing the back of his buds head and forcing that pretty face right into Toby's still damp and sweat stained jock. "Now you suck my jock... and you suck it good, faggot... by the way... I`ve shot a couple of loads into it since the last time I cleaned it... that should improve the flavor somewhat... and from now on ... cleaning it... and keeping it cleaned, is your frigging job, not mine, faggot"
Brandon had to really struggle not to gag after having his face pressed tightly against the dirty, still moist, and foul smelling jock-strap. Yet like it or not, and as usual, he submitted to his tougher friend once again.
Careful not to touch his buds balls or hard power tool with his teeth, Brandon sucked in what he could without causing his friend any discomfort. Now literally sucking a portion of Toby's jock as well as his left nut, Brandon used his now very skillful and well trained tongue to bathe what was inside his mouth, pressing his warm tongue against the cloth covered nut, lapping it full on, over and over.
Toby looked down at the pretty, yet contorted looking face, dutifully sucking his balls through the wickedly stained jock and smiled at his friend's submissiveness. The control and power he was feeling would be totally indescribable, to say the least. Sure, Toby was still a little pissed at his friend's outburst, but it pleased him to know that he had the total power to make a demand as degrading as he wanted, and this fucking little bitch would OBEY... without further argument.
Brandon continued licking and sucking the disgusting jock, especially the part covering the well-shaped cock-head protruding obscenely. He was able to take the entire perfectly formed, mushroom shaped, cloth covered head, between his lips and saturate it with his saliva coated tongue. This drove Toby wild and nearly over the edge.
Pulling his friend's head away, with a tight fistful of blond hair, Toby dismounted his bud, then roughly threw him to the floor, causing Brandon to wonder if his teeth somehow scraped against Toby`s cock-head. The hard landing to the floor, bruised Brandon's right arm, but he refused to show any sign of pain, knowing it would only bring another wicked smile to his friends face. Now looking down into his buds bewildered eyes, Toby gave his next command. "Knees"
To be totally honest, Toby didn't really know why he was so rough with his best friend; he had to question it himself on more than a few occasions. All he knew is that the act in its self always brought him immense pleasure from somewhere deep within him, the feeling of such total POWER over another dude his age, was like pushing the ON switch to his cum machine. Seeing another dude cower to his slaps and punches helped get him off, just knowing that he could be as rough as he wanted while demanding another dude to submit to him totally. "Now remove my jock with your mouth, then drop it at my feet"
Brandon also disliked this task as well, it wasn't easy manoeuvring the tight form fitting jock-strap down over those well-muscled seventeen year old thighs, using just his teeth and lips. It usually took a while, often earning him several more stinging bitch slaps, for taking so long.
Toby once again not at all happy with the amount of time it was taking his bud to remove the jock-strap, gave his friend fair warning while accusing him of deliberately taking his sweet ole time. "Seriously Brandon??? Dude, now is not the time to be pushing my fucking buttons, bitch... I swear... you've got to the count of three to get that fucking thing off me... or those baby slaps I gave you a moment ago will be nothing compared to what I will do to you... ONE... TWO" Well within a second from being used as a human punching bag, Brandon managed to strip his friend from the nasty jock-strap, only to be slapped in the face by Toby's hard seven inches. Allowing the disgusting jock to fall from between his lips, Brandon knelt submissively before his sexy and wicked tough friend . He looked up into his buds eyes, and waited for the sign to wrap his fist around Toby's cock and guide it to his lips to be kissed. Toby, not one to be kept waiting himself, had no problem making Brandon wait. Nothing pleased Toby more than standing over his kneeling friend, watching him fidget, even tremble slightly, as he waited in anticipation. Toby being the way tougher jock, loved looking down and seeing that look in his friend's eyes, a look of nervousness, dread, and fear, all created by the knowledge that he would very shortly find himself in the process of being brutally and mercilessly face fucked. Yet there was also another look on Brandon's face that Toby loved even more so, it was the look of total, unconditional submissiveness. "Look at you... waiting patiently for me to give you the go ahead, but in reality you can't wait to feel my hot rod inside that queer mouth of yours, can you? You fucking love it when I'm pounding the inside of your freaking mouth with my big cock... don't ya? Tell me Brandon... which is it you love more? The feel of my cock beating the fuck out of your tonsils... or the feel of me drowning you with my baby batter? I know... I know... you love both obviously, but which do you love more?"
Brandon had been asked this same question by his best bud many times in the past four years, and his answer was always the same simple reply. Looking up into the sexy eyes of his stronger, dominating friend, Brandon whispered, with a shaky voice. "Neither" This barely audible answer always left Toby laughing his ass off. "Ya, ya, so you say, bitch... but the fact remains, you never seem to have a problem using your tongue to lick my sperm residue from your queer lips do you... go ahead, dude... give that sexy looking cock-head a nice long kiss, then get to work doing that thing with my cock... that you do so well"
Using his right hand, Brandon wrapped it around Toby's nice size dick, then leaned slightly forward and kissed the sexy cock-head dead--on, and held his tongue there till he was given the go ahead by his boss. This act never failed to drive Toby wild, as he literally struggled to keep himself from shooting his massive load right then and there. There was nothing in the world Toby loved more than watching his best bud lean in and literally kiss that big piss-slit right-on, well nothing that is except watching his bud hold the tip of his tongue to it, often for moments at a time or for as long as Toby could stand it.
This incredible scene always filled Toby's head and imagination with thoughts a somewhat kinky nature, and although the wicked evil idea greatly appealed to him, Toby has held off performing it on his best friend... for the time being.
Now looking down at his friend and team-mate, Toby gave Brandon the go ahead. "Well, I guess it wouldn't be fair of me to keep you from your favorite play-thing... I can tell from that look on your queer puss that you just can't wait to start choking... so go ahead, knock yourself out, but first... swallow all that pre-cum building up on your tongue"
Sucking his tongue back inside his mouth, Brandon playing the role of his best friend's bitch to the tee, obediently swallowed all the pre-cum that had accumulated on the tip of his tongue. He then prepared his mouth for his bud's huge tool, by covering his teeth, and opening wide. This was the sign for Toby to do his part, which consisted of grabbing his friend by the ears and stuffing the head of his cock into the O shaped mouth. Leaving just the head in at first, expecting his friend to worship it... as usual.
Brandon for his part had learned long ago exactly what it was that Toby had expected in a blow-job, and Toby trained his good friend very well, with only minor disciplinary actions now and then.
Now with the head of his bud's cock inside his mouth, Brandon brushed his tongue all over it, coating it with a layer of saliva, he then began massaging the sexy cock-head between his tongue and upper palate; just the way Toby liked it.
As soon as Toby felt satisfied that his loyal bitch had done a decent job worshiping his cock-head, he began driving more of his seven inches well within his friend's mouth. Brandon preferred that this part of the BJ move along slowly so that he could adjust accordingly, but he wasn't the one in charge, and more often than not, his dominating friend preferred it rough.
It didn't take long for Toby to get into it hot and heavy, pulling up on his bud's ears painfully hard and thrusting forward till he felt his heavy balls pound against Brandon's chin. Hearing Brandon gag was music to Toby's ears, but it was the uncontrollable choking, and the tears flowing down his buds face that would get Toby off, and it never failed either. Always holding off for as long as he possibly could, totally enjoying and getting off on thrusting his thick hard tool all the way, while watching his friend convulse beneath him, was what Toby lived for.
He loved nothing more than to pull on Brandon's ears as rough as he could, and then slam home at the same time, it generally took Toby several times doing just this before his piss-slit would open wide and begin filling Brandon's mouth and throat with several volleys of thick cream. Just the thought of what his bud was going through at that moment was enough to keep the juices flowing.
Holding onto Brandon's ears till the bitch milked his cock-head thoroughly, Toby could feel his friend struggling to break free, this always brought a smile to Toby's face, and it would often produce one more shot of thick cream.
Once Toby was satisfied that his bitch had completely sucked all the jizz from his piss-slit, he would slowly pull completely out, sit on the edge of his bed and enjoy the scene unfolding before him. This generally consisted of Brandon falling to the floor coughing, and clutching either his throat or his ears depending on whichever was hurting the most.
It normally would take Brandon several minutes to compose himself, then another ten minutes giving his friend hell for being so fucking rough. "Toby?? Fuck... why do you have to be so frigging rough all the time... seriously dude... I swear that one of these times you're gonna knock me out cold" Just the thought brought a wicked grin to Toby's face.
Once the two friends had time to collect themselves... things were back to normal, generally this was well within a half hour period, and then it was like the blow-job thing never happened. The two friends would lie across Toby's huge bed lazily and discuss stuff in general. Parts of tonight's conversation would include Seth Haley.
Brandon after staring off into space for a few, started a new conversation. "Hey Tobe... don't ya think it's freaking awesome that a kid from our own school is gonna try out for the Olympics next time around? Man I just think that is so frigging wild" Toby jerked his head around to look at Brandon. "You mean Seth Haley? It's not official is it? I mean I haven't heard anything officially... only that he would like to train for it and shit"
Brandon now staring directly into his buds eyes. "DUH!!! If he's training for it, then of course he has plans on trying out for it... geezzz dude, you can be thick at times... ya know" Toby with his own mind now off in space somewhere only caught half of what his bud had just said. "Seriously man, you just can't keep your queer mind off my dick... can you" Brandon wondering where the hell that just came from just had to ask. "What the hell you talking about, dude?" "You said THICK... well the only thick thing around here is my dick... what? You wanna have another go at it?... I don't know that you'd survive another round... least not today"
Poor Brandon was beside himself. "Fuck man... you are so losing it... here I am talking about Seth Haley... and you're going on about... what??? I mean I don't even know what the hell you're going on about"
Toby now a little pissed at his bud for making him appear stupid. "Shut the fuck up, man, before you totally piss me off here, and what's all this talk about Seth Haley anyway... what? You got a thing for his hot body... you do... don't ya? That's where you were today when I couldn't find ya... you were inside the Gymnastics room... perving on that dude Haley's body... it's true huh?... Well hate to inform ya, but that dude hates fags... and with his physique... he'd eat you up and spit you out before you could even blink an eye" Brandon just shook his head while staring at his friend. "OK, you know what... I'm outta here... but just for the record? I don't have a clue as to what the hell you're talking about, as usual. I was never even near the fucking Gymnastic room today, didn't even know that Haley was in there" With that said, Brandon grabbed his white hooded sweatshirt and headed for the stairs. "Call me later... when you're ready to carry on a logical conversation" Toby always having the last word yelled at his bud. "Hey fag... I wouldn't expect you to admit it... of course you're gonna deny it.... Geeezzz I'm not fucking stupid"
Over at Seth Haley's home, Seth is on the phone with his bro, listening intently to his older brother's advice. "Telling you bro... the only way you're gonna feel better is if you get some fag at school and make him your bitch... you gotta trust me on this one... I know what I'm saying... fuck man... I was a year behind you when I had a bitch at that school. The fucking dude gave me head on a regular basis... and I gotta tell ya... I wouldn't of made it through school without it... so just take my advice bro... you sound frustrated as hell to me... and I know that it's way past time for you to stop using your right hand... you need help getting off, and a faggot from school is exactly what you need... telling you bro... you'll be thanking me for this advice an hour after you find yourself a fag"
Seth wanted to take his brother's advice in the worse way, but he still had doubts. "You make it sound so freaking easy Grant, the problem is... it aint that easy, I mean... how do I even know if a dude is a fag... what am I supposed to do just walk up to some kid and say `hey dude... you a fag?' geeezzz" Grant was laughing his ass off. "Why not bro? What are they gonna do? They'd be too afraid to do or say anything.. afraid you'd kick their ass all over town. Telling ya bro... with your looks, and hot body... there's probably a hundred kids at your school that are drooling over you every freaking time they lay eyes on ya, just a matter of catching them in the act, is all"
Seth mentioned his secret admirer. "Well, there might be one possibility... for the past couple of years I see this person from the corner of my eyes watching me do my exercises... the thing is this person is being way secretive... never shows his face, never actually comes into the room, just hides behind the door and for minutes at a time he'll just stare, and then he's gone. Always wearing a white hooded sweatshirt, problem is... so does half the frigging school. Today I went after him... but he somehow escaped, before I could even get out of the room."
Grant thought for a second. "You sure it's a `he'... could be some chic that has the hots for ya." Seth just shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Grant? It's an all-boys school... you should know, you went there for four years"
Grant again began laughing. "oooh yeah... it is, isn't it. Well then there you go... you've got yourself a bitch... gotta be a fag for sure... loves watching you work that incredible body of yours, problem is... he don't want anyone knowing that he's got the hots for you, therefore he don't want to be seen. The thing is Seth, when you do catch him, and you will if you set your mind to it... don't go easy on him. I'm sure he'll try and convince you that he isn't a fag... but shit, man... after perving on you for a couple of years... this dude is for sure a frigging fag. Tell him you're gonna out him if he doesn't meet you at a time and place that you decide, that should scare him... especially if he's trying to hide the fact that he's a faggot... but whatever you do bro... do not go easy on him, or you'll lose the chance of breaking him. You're going to have to be way rough on him especially at first... but don't let
that stop you, bro... fags love it when us straight boys are rough with them... man they fucking eat it right up... slap the fuck out of him at first... show him you mean business... like I said my first bitch at that school, we were both sixteen... man that kid loved rough sex... and bro, let me tell ya... so did I... fuck, I still do... I fucking beat the crap out of Aaron just for the fun of it... like I told you bro... he loves it when I wear my football uniform without the padding and make him worship every muscle on my hot bod before blowing me"
Seth had all the e-mails telling him about all the stuff Grant did to his bitch and made his bitch do to him, and Seth could not wait for such an opportunity, no more using his right hand. The more Seth thought about it, the more convinced he was at catching the little fag that had been stalking him for the past couple of years.
Grant needed to end the call. "So listen up bro... get yourself a bitch-boy, have rough sex with him, then drown him in your sperm... he'll frigging stick with you for life, I promise you... anyways, gotta go... I'll e-mail ya before I hit the sack... g'nite bro, love ya"
After Seth hung up with his brother, his imagination began running rampant. He imagined forcing another dude to take his whole eight inches, while pumping his hard dick into the dudes face. He imagined the fag trying to pull away from him, unsuccessfully of course; finally he imagined making the fag... swallow. After jacking himself for what he prayed was the last time, Seth took a nap, dreaming just what it was going to be like having his own personal cum dump as his brother calls it.
The following Monday, after classes, Seth was working the Pommel Horse, wearing the skimpy white Gymnastic shorts and no top, he planned this, he also planned on putting on an exercise show that would make even the captain of the football team cream his pants. Working every pumped up muscle in his body especially his awesome legs as he began to scissor the horse countless times while flying in mid-air.
He had been working at it for nearly an hour when through the corner of his right eye, he caught a glimpse of a white hooded head at the door. Pretending to slow down his movements on the horse, he quickly dismounted and ran towards the door. But the stalker was quick to intermingle with other jocks all wearing the damn white hooded sweatshirt and poor Seth would have to wait for another such occasion. He cursed to himself as he headed back to the Pommel Horse, swearing to make the bitch pay big time when he finally did get his hands on him.
To be continued.
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