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High Sticking Teen Studs
"Suck my balls, Cory. I want you to suck on my balls."
"Mmmmm....." Cory Stintson complied with the request of his captain. Slowly, he took the full wet sack between his lips, lingering to taste the delicious teen jock nuts. The few strands of his long, straight black hair that weren't matted down by sweat from the just-played county lacrosse championship fell over his eyes, making it impossible for him to stare up at the face of the blond god he was sucking off.
And what a happy face it was. Team leader Chad Dudley loved nothing more than to fuck Cory's face after a hard game. Their team from Sampling High had won in overtime, Cory assisting on Chad's winning goal. Now, unbeknownst to their teammates, the two had locked themselves in a secluded offshoot of lockers from the main locker room, each teen dripping wet with perspiration and buck naked, save for their athletic shoes. The two always found that they could grind into each other's mouths or asses harder when they had the superior grip of cleets beneath them. Aw hell, they said that, but it just made them really hot. The win only helped make their raunchy screw session even sweeter.
"Oh, fuck! That's right, baby. Use that tongue."
Chad threw his head back in ecstasy, his short, spiked golden hair and light blue eyes pointed skyward to thank heaven for such a hot mouth to ram into. The senior had a toned but trim swimmers build, save for his arms, which were as muscled as any football player's, and sure could expertly handle any kind of stick and balls. He currently stood with one leg placed over each side of the changing bench, his hand glued to the top of Cory's bobbing head as his thick, oozing eight-inch prick was devoured.
Cory was just a freshman, but his body was already as developed as Chad's, and his game promised to make him a national lacrosse star by the time he was 19 like Chad. He had sharp dark eyes and soft red lips, and everything else about him was perfection: tan ALL over, chisled pecs and six-pack, the tightest little bubble butt, and a respectable slab of seven-inch jock cock. A real heart breaker, with a cherry Chad wanted to pop as soon as possible.
The boys admired each other's physiques from the instant Cory joined the team, and it wasn't long before Chad whipped his cock out in the shower room one day and told Cory to get on his knees. Actually, he kind of begged Cory to do it. Sure, he could have ordered the freshman to blow him. After all, the captain gets what the captain wants. But Chad wanted Cory so bad that he needed to know Cory wanted him too. He got his answer when, less than two minutes later, his thick, creamy load was flowing down Cory's throat, the younger boy still cramming the softening cock as far down as he could to swallow every drop.
Session after cum-filled session led up to today, their final post-game fuck, Chad pumping that big schlong at breakneck pace, Cory seated on the bench, straddling it, his ass leaning out one way, his neck another as he strained to taste all of his teammate's studly tubesteak.
"MMMMmmmmmmm," Cory groaned as he pulled off of Chad's pole, a long trail of spit falling from his mouth. "I love your cock so fucking much. I want to choke on it. I want it all the way down my dirty throat. C'mon, Chad. Fuckin' give it to me. Fuckin' give me all that dick. Mmmmmm..."
"Oh shit yeah, rookie, deep throat me with that hot mouth! Worship my MVP cock. How does it feel to have your face fucked by a hero, huh?"
"Urrrrrgh, you taste so fine. This is the cock of a winner. Mmmmmhmmm..."
Chad loved to have smoke blown up his ass as much as he loved to stuff his cock up Cory's. He looked down on his young bronze sex stud, hearing the gurgling as Cory went all the way down on his massive rocket, and he groaned the groan of complete contentedness. Chad placed his strong hands onto Cory's even stronger shoulders, fondling the raw muscle that was placing all of its force on his fuckstick, feeling the sweat from his palms mix with the dampness of Cory's upper body, smelling the erotic aroma of freshly-used shoulder pads and jockstraps. He groaned again and told Cory to open his pretty mouth up wide. He held the freshman's head in place and started pistoning his dripping tool down Cory's throat with wild abandon, feeling complete control over his teammate, but knowing that the mouth over his manhood was so very willing to be fucked.
The small black pupils of Cory's eyes glared up at the thrusting senior, his mouth full of meat, then empty, then even more full. His stare told Chad to give it to him as hard as he could. With his head held firmly in place, Cory's naked body squirmed on the bench to give Chad the best possible slamming angle. The friction of the cold wood plank on his warm stiff cock caused Cory to grip the wood and thrust himself against the bench, his muscular abs and thighs stirring with action, his sweet pre-cum gushing onto the plank with some dripping to the cement floor below.
"YEAH!" Chad was getting even more turned on watching his human dick receptacle writhe with pleasure. "You like sucking my cock more than anything, don't you frosh? You love it when I high stick you with my manprick, don't you?" Cory responded by repeatedly slamming his tongue against the underside of Chad's thrusting shaft. "UGH, fuck! Eat my meat!" Chad screamed. The chiseled senior started triumphantly beating on his own chest, sweat flying off his taut pecs. He moaned and started twisting on his sensitive nipples, the two dark nubs standing tall and rock hard between his moist fingers. He could practically feel each boiling hot drop of his teen spunk making his nuts all tingly, starting their journey towards Cory's manhungry stomach. Chad moved his hands back onto Cory's sweaty black mane, dug in with his athletic shoes, and pumped his teammate's pretty, stuffed lips for all he was worth.
"OH, I'm cumming!"
"Mmmmmmmm yearrrrgh!"
"I'm blowing my....wad rookie! Your captain's gonna explode inside your fucking mouth!"
Cory rocked his tongue back and forth against half of Chad's throbbing cock and streched his lips as wide as he could. He looked up at his climaxing blond lover, held the cock in place for a moment, and then sank his face all the way down on the tool, smiling, holding the whole salami in place all the way down his scorching oral passage as he felt the first burst of equally flaming hot jizz strike his tonsils. Chad screamed over and over as huge ropes of scum shot into the mouth of the hottest freshman defenseman in the state. Cory's mouth flooded with seed, but he continued to deep throat his stud the whole time, his teeth lightly clamping the spasming cock in place as his cream-covered tongue milked the inches of shaft between his cheeks.
"YES!!!! FUCK YESSSSS!!!" Chad continued yelling out of control as he watched Cory swallow what he could of the gargantuan load, some spilling onto the bench and mixing with Cory's bodily fluids of excitement. Chad kept on trying to thrust throughout his orgasm, but there was nowhere else for his cock to go - Cory had his mouth over every inch.
Chad needed to keep moving in an unsuccessful attempt to shake off the collosal strength of his climax. He grabbed hold of Cory's muscular shoulders and massaged them until the friction practically started a fire. The freshman kept his naughty glare on Chad's contorted face. All those times Chad made him work his ass off in practices were no fun either, and so now he took the opportunity to drive his captain up a wall, too, even if it was infinitely more pleasurable than chasing after a small yellow ball. His tongue tickled Chad's softening shaft for what seemed like an hour to the older boy, but what was really three minutes, Chad still screaming, then moaning, then small grunts, until all of his muscles were free from paralyzing ecstasy.
Slowly, Cory pulled back until Chad's spent cock came free with a "pop." The two stared at each other in a trance of lust, some of Chad's drying load still dribbling down Cory's chin. Chad reached down and put some of the cum on three of his fingers, then reached back and smeared it in his hair, flattening his signature blond spikes. Cory's cock jumped as it lay in the creamy puddle on the bench.
"Put it in me, Cor." Chad turned around quickly and bent over the bench, his tight butt pointing towards the younger jock, begging to be poked.
"My fucking pleasure," Cory grunted, standing up from the bench he had so happily straddled, revealing the whole length of his perfect young physique. His bronzed legs were beyond strong, and his upper body was ready to grab hold of Chad's behind and plow hard all night if necessary. Chad's wanting blue eyes turned back and watched Cory as he pulled on his long stiff rod a few times in preparation. Cory, though, had other plans.
"Turn around," he said to Chad. "No peeking. I've got a surprise for you."
"What you got?" Chad asked, still obeying and turning towards the wall, his ass wiggling in anxious anticipation. He didn't get an answer for a few seconds, just some hurried movement, and then....
"This," Cory said, and pushed into Chad's tight passage. Chad grunted and instinctively pushed back on the pleasure stick, but something was different. This was a bit smaller and not as warm as Cory's cock usually was. Chad turned around. Cory had planted three or four inches of his lacrosse stick's handle in Chad's asshole. Chad let out a giggly moan as Cory stood back a few steps and smiled. The stick stayed in exact place, the length protruding up at an angle, with a ball safely nestled in the upper portion.
"Oh, baby," Chad moaned. "I love the game, and now the game is loving me! Get a little action goin' with that thing, rookie."
"Oooh, I knew you were nasty, Chad." Cory clomped over in his cleets and worked a couple more inches into the senior's hole before running it in and out. He didn't put the stick that far in at all - he only wanted to make Chad hornier, not unable to walk or relieve himself for the rest of his life. Chad kept pushing back with every thrust, though, getting up to a foot of the stick inside of him before Cory pulled it out again, watching the pure white handle become more and more moist and slightly discolored with Chad's musky sweat. Cory alternated jerking his own dick and fondling Chad's refilling nuts with his free hand.
"C'mon fuck me harder, Cor! You know how to handle that stick, boy! Fuck this pretty jock pussy!"
"Guys? You OK in there?" It was Coach Carley, standing on the other side of the thankfully locked door across the room. "Some of the guys thought they heard you shouting, Chad." The captain held back laughter as he calmly kept slamming down onto Cory's lacrosse stick.
"Sure they did, coach! We won! IT'S GREAT! Listen... ooh... I'm having a talk in here with your next star player. We'll be out in fifteen minutes, OK?" As soon as Chad stopped talking, he motioned to Cory to speed up his thrusting, making the stick a blur and giving Chad some raw pleasure to make up for the lost seconds.
"Whatever," the coach muttered as he walked away. "I'm not the boss of you two."
"I fucking love it, but take it out, babe," Chad said to his randy young banging buddy. "Let me ride a real man while we have the chance."
Cory didn't need to be asked twice. He popped the stick out of Chad's ass quickly, roughly, the captain groaning from his temporary feelings of emptiness as the thoroughly used piece of equipment landed on the cement. Cory held Chad's globes open, looked at the considerable loosening the stick had given the jock's sizzling pucker, and lined up his spit-lubed seven inches. The cockhead poked against Chad's opening clumsily until Cory wrapped his powerful arms around the bending teen's waist and thrust. The freshman threw his long black hair back as four inches slowly became enveloped in anal warmth. Cory pursed his lips and focused, like a child shoveling something almost impossible to move in a sandbox, and eventually got the entire length of his all-american cock inside Chad's major league bung hole.
"Uhhhhhh," Cory moaned, giving Chad's buns a hard slap when he felt his balls smack against them. "Are you pleased, captain?"
"What do you think, jizz-for-brains? Rock me already, frosh. That's a fucking order!"
"Literally," Cory snickered as he began pumping, digging his hands into the captain's pockets of fleshy muscles as he rammed away. The rookie loved banging the veteran, loved watching his impressive cock split Chad's glutes apart, loved looking at the sweat trickle down Chad's back and down his own chest, between his pecs, over his abs and down to his busy dong. Unless, of course, it caught a ride on one of his trimmed pubes before it got there. Right then, with his love muscle halfway up a typical gay teen's idea of heaven, Cory had the oddest thought: he would be reincarnated as a well-positioned sweat gland.
"This is why they're gonna make me the captain next year, old man," he taunted his fuckee. "I'd never let a rookie shoot inside my asshole."
"Ohhhhhhhhh, but...ugh...you let me fuck you all the time."
"Well you're no rookie."
"You ain't either," Chad said. "Not from the scouting report my sphincter gives me."
"Ohhhhhh fuck," Cory groaned from deep in his gut. "You know what to say to make a cherry popper feel important." He held Chad very still and flailed in and out of his ass at a breakneck pace, Chad hurting so good with the burning friction of Cory's manmeat. His own cock was hard again. Cory had reached down a few times to jack it, but now, when he really needed a helping hand, the fucker's hands were fondling his own nipples. Chad felt a second wave of pleasure coming on, contact or no.
"Look what you did to me, Cor," Chad hissed, quickly reaching one hand down to stroke himself while keeping a shaky balance against the bench with the other. "They're not gonna like that.....AHHHHH...we painted this bench...WHITE!.....without permission! YES!" A second, weaker load dribbled over Chad's choking hand and onto the wet bench. Cory reached between the older boy's legs to get some for himself and take a quick taste. He was near complete exhaustion, the rogering of his resillient captain taking more out of him than the championship.
Cory bent his knees slightly and dug in for a few last super slams. He closed his eyes when he felt Chad's eyes locked on his. He was deep in thought, about that first time in the shower at the beginning of the season, and how he would travel to any campus the next year, any pro arena in the years after that, just to suck off this big stud. To fuck this slutty ass.
"OH, I'm THERE, Chad! I'm gonna blow my wad deep inside you!"
"Give it to me," Chad urged. The bench started shaking slightly. They had fucked hard enough to loosen a decades-old bench.
"UGGGGGGGGGHHHHH YEAH, Sampling High forever, baby. Take my spunk, jock boy! YES!" The young jock impaled himself as far as he could into his team leader's backdoor and released his largest dose of jizz ever - twelve hard spurts, one after the other raining down on Chad's insides and making the captain buck up and down in delight. Cory pulled out of an ass reluctant to let his schlong go. He had one last surprise shot of cum, which spat out of his stubborn prick onto Chad's sticky buns. Cory quickly got on his knees and licked the dollop off his lover's hot flesh, using his magical mouth again to kiss the bronze buttocks, sucking in large patches of skin against his tongue.
"Well, rook," Chad said, laughing as the pleasure-riddled young hunk dined on his asscheeks, "did you enjoy my little lacrosse program?" He received the response of a smile and a deep, probing kiss that told Chad in some ways, the season would never actually be over.
THE END
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