Jake Calls the Shots

Jake Calls the Shots

Chapter 4

By Ben Coolen

bencoolen1212@gmail.com

This story contains sexual acts (domination, oral sex, masturbation) between young males. If you don't like it, or it is illegal in your country or state, please stop reading it immediately.

This story is 100% fiction.

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Thanks to Naughty Bard for proof-reading the text.

Something occurred to Ricky, and he stopped his bike. Jake couldn't have been driving his car. They had left in Matt's car.

Ricky gasped. That meant that Jake had asked Matt to wait in his car while Jake went to see his cocksucker.

What have you done, Jake?

Yes, Ricky was right. This is what happened before Jake woke him up in the middle of the night.

Matt and Jake had managed to sweet-talk two pretty girls for a ride with them. Matt's Range Rover was parked in a secluded corner of a local park, and the boys were busy trying to warm up the girls.

Jake was making out with Steph in the back seat while Matt was busy with her friend Amanda in the front. Matt had already taken Amanda's bra off and was slurping his tits and fingering her pussy, while Amanda's hand had somehow slipped inside Matt's pants.

Steph didn't want to watch that, so she and Jake got out of the car and sat on the grass. They continued kissing, and Jake's fingers found their way inside her panties, but that was all. She wanted to go home.

After a while Matt lowered the window and tossed out a wad of tissues. They were clearly finished with their business, so Jake and her girl got back into the car and Matt drove the chicks back to town.

"Want a ride home now?" Matt asked when the girls were gone.

"Yeah, I would appreciate that," Jake answered somewhat sourly. He had a raging boner; that uptight bitch hadn't even touched it, just rubbed it through his jeans.

"I bet you need to jack off real bad man," Matt teased him.

Jake didn't answer. Jerking off was the very last reserve for him, now that he already had some success with ladies and a loyal cocksucker as a backup.

"Turn left on Maxwell, willya?"

"Not going home?"

"I need to make a pit stop, if you don't mind."

"Will it take long?"

"Maybe ten minutes."

"No problem, bro."

Matt was surprised when Jake guided him past Ricky's house and then asked him to stop.

"What the fuck? This is your pit stop?"

Jake smiled.

"Yeah. Something needs to be taken care of."

Matt just stared at him for a few seconds. Then he laughed.

"Ricky Miller's gonna take care of you? I've always thought he's a fag."

Jake chuckled.

"He is. But don't tell anyone about this, alright?"

Matt laughed.

"Not a word, man."

Jake slipped out and disappeared behind the bushes. Matt shook his head and chuckled to himself: what a sassy motherfucker, he thought admiringly.

The teenagers of our time have very few taboos when it comes to sexuality. They read stories about gangbangs and S/M and anal and shit on the internet all the time. For them, the concept of a straight dude using a gay guy as his cocksucker is just one of the attainable possibilities of getting off. The fact that Jake was able to really make it happen just added on to his coolness as a player in Matt's eyes.

Jake was back in less than ten minutes. He closed the car door as silently as possible, and they took off.

Matt punched Jake's shoulder playfully with his fist.

"Tell me about it, man."

Jake gave him a self-satisfied smile.

"Well, let's put it this way: My boner is history."

"You motherfucker," Matt laughed.

"Is he good?"

"Ricky is an expert cocksucker. And he loves to give head."

"Fuck! I wanna try that myself. Gotta find me a cocksucker."

Jake mused for a while, then suggested casually:

"Want me to hook you up with him?"

Matt looked doubtful.

"Miller? Would he do it?"

Jake snickered.

"Of course. He does what I say. "

"Jeez, if you could set this up, man. But I don't want to make him do anything he doesn't want to."

"I don't think that's gonna be a problem, man. I told you, he loves sucking cock. And you are a handsome motherfucker, dude. He'll be slurping your dong in no time. It just takes some persuading first."

"Awesome, man! Can't wait, this is too good to be true."

"Will happen soon."

Ricky called Jake in the evening.

"Jake, did you tell Matt about getting blowjobs from me?"

"Well, he kinda guessed it."

"Yeah, I bet he did, as he was waiting in the car while you were seeing me, wasn't he?"

"Well, of course he was. How else could I have gotten there, we were riding in his car. And you yourself told me not to DUI."

"Jake..."

"Relax man, it's the 21st century. Nobody cares who's straight or fag or dyke. Besides, Matt won't tell anyone."

"Yeah, sure. Just like you didn't tell anyone."

"Cheer up, man! I wanna go shopping after lunch. I need new jeans and underwear. Wanna join me?"

The suggestion was meant to melt Ricky's anger, and it did the trick. The idea of choosing underwear for Jake was tempting.

"Okay."

"Good, I'll pick you up at two o'clock sharp. Don't be late."

Ricky waited at the curb in front of their house; Jake showed up fifteen minutes late. On the way to the mall he was all smiles and jokes, and Ricky soon forgot his worries about Matt.

At the mall Jake tried several pairs of skinny jeans while Ricky watched him, leaning over the saloon-like doors of the booth.

"Those look great on you, man."

"They are crushing my fucking balls!" Jake complained.

"But they show off your ass real good," Ricky almost whispered back.

"So all the fags in town will be staring at my ass. Is that what you want, dude?"

Ricky had to laugh.

"No, but I like to stare at it."

Finally they settled on a pair of dark blue skinny jeans that hugged Jake's legs and butt nicely but weren't too tight at the crotch.

Then they browsed through underwear, and Jake pretty much followed Ricky's suggestions. He just overruled a couple of pairs as `faggy'.

Ricky pointed at the jeans Jake was wearing, while they carried his stuff towards the car. They were pretty well worn with a rip on the left knee.

"What are you gonna do with those?"

"I think I'm gonna rip `em up real bad."

Jeans with rips all over the front were the hottest teen fashion that summer.

"Sounds good, man."

"Wanna help me with that?" Jake asked with a smirk.

Ricky smiled back.

"Absolutely. When are we gonna do it?"

"Straight away when we get to my place."

Jake positioned himself in front of a large mirror in his room and Ricky sat on the familiar little stool with a pair of scissors and a marker. Jake turned himself back and forth and pointed on a spot a couple inches over his right knee.

"There."

Ricky made a dot with the marker on the spot. It was followed by two spots higher on the thigh and two on the left leg. Then he inspected his friend's now doomed jeans.

"I'll rip these out and then we can decide if we want more."

Jake stripped the jeans off and tossed them to Ricky.

"Do your thing, Terminator."

Ricky made small cuts in the denim with the scissors and then enlarged the holes by tearing them with his hands, trying to make the rips look like the result of extreme wear. Soon the jeans had seven tears, making them look cool in the eyes of teenagers and indecent as far as their parents were concerned.

"Try them on man, and tell me if you want me to destroy them more. I'll finalize the edges later."

Jake squirmed himself into the ragged pants and looked at his own reflection with a smile. He widened a rip on his left thigh, making the hole bigger, until it showed a good slice of his tanned skin.

"Good work, dude. But I wanna have my left pocket poking out, so make a rip here. And I want the leg of my boxers visible," he instructed, showing him the spot with his finger.

Ricky made a mark on the thigh almost at the level of Jake's balls. He felt a familiar itch in his scrotum.

"Take them off then."

"Nah, just rip it man."

Ricky stepped over and sat down on the floor in front of his friend with his legs crossed. He made a cut in the denim, careful not to cut Jake's privates. Then he took hold of the edges and ripped a large hole in the fabric.

Jake smiled at the image of himself in the mirror.

"I am one hot motherfucker," he announced.

"Can't argue with that," Ricky admitted.

Jake pulled his left side pocket out through the tear Ricky had just made. It pretty much covered the hole.

"Make this one wider. My boxers aren't showing," he instructed.

Ricky took hold of the edges of the hole and ripped it all the way to Jake's crotch. The leg of his boxers was now clearly visible. Ricky glanced at the mirror: a skinny teenager crouching on the floor in front of a handsome youngster, hands inside the leg of his jeans, and seemingly no intention of pulling them out. The sight caused him an instant hard-on, and his fingertip brushed – accidentally of course – the bulge of Jake's underwear.

"Good," Jake decided.

Ricky was about to get up, when he felt Jake's hand on his shoulder.

"While you're down there," Jake said matter-of-factly.

Ricky edged his fingers deeper through the tear and rubbed Jake's bulge; to his delight Jake's manhood reacted, hardening rapidly. Ricky kept rubbing until the organ was hard enough to be presented, and pulled it out through the leg of Jake's boxers. Now the top poked out of the hole in Jake's jeans, and Ricky was able to take the crown in his mouth and close his lips around it. Jake let out a sigh.

"Do you think Matt is hot?" he asked, surprising Ricky.

He pulled off Jake's cock to answer.

"Yeah, he definitely is," he said and went back to business.

"How about sucking him off? I'm sure you would like it. He's got a sturdy cock, man. Seen it in the locker room many times."

"Jake, I don't know..."

"Take it out properly," Jake said.

At first Ricky was unsure whether he meant his cock or Matt's, but then he unzipped his friend and pulled his jeans down. He did the same with his boxers, and Jake's half-hard cock got its freedom.

"Lick it up."

Ricky started to lick the hardening rod, tasting the summer sweat of Jake's scrotum. He could never get enough of that steamy taste and odor.

Jake continued persuading Ricky while his cock was being serviced.

"You know, Matt's kinda lonely nowadays, so I just thought you might consider helping him out. He's my good friend after all – not as good as you, of course – but I hate seeing him so frustrated. He's a jock and everybody knows jocks are loaded with testosterone."

Ricky glanced at the mirror again. The handsome young man's cock was now pointing proudly up, shining from precum and his cocksucker's saliva. Ricky hoped silently that he would be able to save that image and have it framed on the wall of his room.

"Well, I dunno, Jake."

Ricky was about to continue licking, but Jake took a step back. Ricky leaned instinctively in to reach Jake's cock with his tongue, but Jake took another step back.

"You know, you could try it once, and then decide if you like it or not. Matt looks pretty tough, but he's a really nice and considerate guy."

"Well..."

Jake knew Ricky's resistance was melting, and he stepped closer.

Ricky lapped the underside of Jake's shaft a couple of times before answering. He remembered Matt's blond mop of hair, his shining white smile and the ripped body he loved to show off. He had the looks and the straight-boy-confidence that Ricky admired so much.

"Well, maybe I could try it once. Just maybe. I'll think about it."

"Awesome, man! That's settled then. Open up!" Jake said and pressed his pelvis against Ricky's face.

A few days later Jake told Ricky that Matt had invited them both to hang out at his place. Nothing special, just to play some games and maybe watch a movie or something. Jake didn't give any hints about the evening probably ending with Matt getting oral service from Ricky, but Matt had never invited Ricky to anywhere before. There had to be a very special reason.

Ricky had agreed to meet Jake in front of Matt's house so they could go in together. Ricky arrived on his bike on time. Jake was late, as always, and Ricky admired the big house from outside until his friend showed up. Matt opened the door and greeted them with a wide grin.

"Come on in, gentlemen," he said and exchanged fist bumps with Jake.

He greeted Ricky with a smile and a nod of acknowledgement.

Matt led them to his room, or The Cave, as it was known among his friends. It was a large room on the lower floor of their house, and everybody knew Matt enjoyed a lot of privacy there.

Ricky scanned the room with his eyes: a large unmade bed, football trophies lined on shelves, posters of football heroes, hip-hop stars and big-boobed blonds on the walls. A huge equipment bag in a corner, a pile of unwashed clothes in another, a workout bench in the middle of the floor. It was the room of a high school jock, no doubt. Ricky had never been in one before. He was miles away from his comfort zone.

The guys settled down on a couch in front of a big screen and Matt played a good host, offering sodas and chips. Ricky enjoyed the sight of him; Matt was wearing loose red shorts and a white muscle shirt that was wide open on the sides, allowing Ricky to admire his ripped body. And, of course, he was wearing a backwards turned ball cap on his blond mop of hair, this time a red one.

The guys started to play a game they all knew well, but none of them seemed really focused. After maybe fifteen minutes Ricky saw Matt and Jake exchange brief glances. Soon after that Jake stood up.

"I think I'll leave you guys now, so you can get to know each other a bit. I've got some business to take care of."

The boys said goodbyes and Jake left; he knew his way out. Ricky felt very unsure of himself now, without Jake being present. He would have to deal with this self-assured and fairly arrogant jock by himself.

Ricky and Matt continued to play for a while, but eventually Matt stopped playing altogether. He picked up his phone and started to type quickly with his thumbs. Obviously some football business, Ricky thought.

In fact, Matt was chatting with Jake.

Matt: He seems scared. Maybe I should just ask him?

Jake: No no no no!!! You're in charge. Keep it that way. He must ask for it!

Matt: How am I gonna make him do that?

Jake: Just tease him enough and he'll ask. Then he'll do whatever you want

Matt: Okay

Jake: Play it cool, bro

Matt put the phone aside and turned sideways on the couch, leaning his back on the hand rest.

"What do you wanna do now, man?" he asked and stretched his legs until his bare feet almost toughed Ricky's thigh.

Ricky felt awkward. Matt had crossed an invisible border on the couch and entered Ricky's personal space. It was a subtle but powerful move.

"I dunno."

Matt lifted the hem of his shirt and scratched his abs absentmindedly. Ricky stared at the fingers rubbing the mounds of very impressive abdominal muscles.

"You don't know? Well I'm bored, so try to figure out something dude," Matt said.

He spread his tanned legs, moved his hand down to his crotch and scratched it, all the time looking at Ricky. Ricky stared up the legs of Matt's loose shorts, taking in his muscled thighs and the package that bulged under his white boxer briefs.

Matt yawned and lifted his right foot to the back rest and left it there, right behind Ricky's left shoulder – so close that Ricky was able to smell it.

"And I'm fucking horny. Maybe you should just go home so I can jack off."

Ricky had thought a lot about sucking Matt's cock since Jake had suggested it. The more he thought about it, the more convinced he was, that he very much wanted to do it. It would be so stupid to miss out on a chance like that. He had to make his move.

Ricky had asked Jake not to tell Matt that he had agreed to blow him. But he knew Jake had told him anyway. So, Matt already knew Ricky was willing to give him head. And Matt knew Ricky knew he knew. So what was there to pretend?

"Well, umm, I heard you've been kinda sad and lonely, man."

Matt looked momentarily surprised.

"What? Oh yeah, sure. Been like that for a while now," he lied.

Okay. Now was the right time – and probably the last chance – to ask the big question. Ricky took a deep breath and tried to keep his voice steady, but he was nervous. He didn't really know Matt that well.

"Matt... I.... I... icouldsuckyourcock," he blurted, looking at his shoes.

Matt burst in laughter.

"What the fuck was that, Chinese? Come again, dude."

Ricky took another breath.

"I could... I could suck your cock."

Matt smiled. Jake had been right. But gotta play it cool, he reminded himself of Jake's instructions.

He moved his foot so that it leaned against Ricky's shoulder. The sudden touch made Ricky flinch. He had zero personal space left on that couch now.

"You could suck my cock, dude? Sweet."

Matt paused for a while before continuing.

"So, you say you could suck my cock. But do you want to do it? I'm not too convinced about that yet. You were talking to your shoes, dude. Wanna try again?" he asked and nudged Ricky's shoulder with his foot.

Ricky felt his face turn red, but he turned to face Matt and looked him in the eyes.

"Matt, I wanna suck your cock."

Matt smirked at him.

"Okay. I'll keep that in mind," he said. Then he reached for his phone and started to browse incoming messages.

Ricky was petrified. He had just made a horrible mistake; he offered to suck off one of the most popular guys in school, and he wasn't interested. And now he was gonna tell everyone about it and Ricky would be the laughingstock of the entire school!

After a while Matt spoke again.

"What do you mean by sucking it?"

"Well, you know, sucking it."

Matt focused on his phone again for a couple of minutes while Ricky waited for him to say something. Then Matt put the phone down.

"I heard that part, dude. But what do you mean by sucking my cock? Just suck it a little and then stop? That would be a waste of my time."

"Oh no, not at all like that," Ricky assured.

Matt's phone buzzed and he picked the call.

"What's up man? Yeah, I heard he should be okay by game night. But I think we should tell Casey to be ready to take starter position, just in case..."

Matt bent his knee to scratch his ankle. Then he stretched out his leg again. This time he left his foot resting on Ricky's shoulder.

"Hahaha! Remember how I tricked their linebacker? Heard that fat pig panting behind me; thought the faggot was gonna have a fucking heart attack, haha!"

Matt chatted about game strategy with whoever that was for five minutes, while Ricky sat there waiting, painfully unaware of the purpose of Matt's questioning. Was he really trying to find out if Ricky was going to suck him off well enough, or was he just gathering more juicy details to the hilarious story he was going to tell his jock friends next morning at school?

Finally Matt ended the call.

"So, you mean, you want to suck me off real good?"

"Yeah, that's what I meant."

"Until I cum?

"Yes."

Matt brushed Ricky's cheek with his big toe.

"In that case I would cum in your mouth, you know?"

Ricky sighed. He felt more than a bit slutty. He wanted to suck Matt off real bad, but he also wanted the teasing to stop.

"Yeah. I know."

Matt brushed Ricky's cheek again with his toe.

"Know what?"

"I know you would cum in my mouth."

A shit-eating grin appeared on Matt's face.

"Okay then! You're on, dude."

He got up and stripped his muscle shirt off with one swift move. He dropped the shirt on the couch, arranged his ball cap and looked at Ricky. Ricky just sat there frozen, staring at the sight in front of him with his mouth partly open.

He had seen Matt shirtless before, but never so close and never without having to pretend not to stare. His body was beautiful: broad shoulders, well defined pecs, slim waist – and those abs! While Jake had a nice six-pack, Matt's abs were more developed due to all the hard practice and the sixty pull-ups he made every morning on his workout bench. A dirty-blond love trail run down his lower abdomen towards the waistband of his snow-white Calvin's.

Matt smiled at Ricky's lascivious gaze. He clasped his hands behind his head and flexed his biceps. His shorts were hanging low, showing a good part of his underwear.

"Like what you see, dude?"

"Yeah," Ricky blew out.

Matt lowered his arms and hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers.

"Wanna see what's inside?"

"Yes. Please."

Matt gave him a jock-boy grin that oozed arrogance.

"Well, come and get it then, dude."

Ricky's brain turned to autopilot mode. He got down on his knees at Matt's feet. His fingers found the strings of the jock's shorts and he pulled them open so he was able to pull the pants down. Matt's cock was stretching the thin cotton of his underwear, and Ricky was able to smell him. He leaned closer and rubbed his nose on the bulge. Matt chuckled softly.

Matt had a strong but pleasant odor. He had showered after morning practice and added cologne into his scrotum, but there was already a clear, sweet air of sweat. Feeling Ricky's nose rubbing the girth made Matt's cock leak, which added a strong, indecent whiff into the mixture of odors. Ricky took a deep breath through his nose and enjoyed the smell of a horny teenager.

"Sniffff...."

Matt laughed.

"Ha-ha, you love the way I smell down there, don't you? Knock yourself out, little dude."

Ricky kept nuzzling the bulge and breathing in Matt's essence. He stuck his tongue out and was about to lick the bulge, but Matt didn't like the idea.

"Stop. I don't want your drool on my boxers. Take `em off."

Ricky peeled Matt's boxers down, and his hardening cock popped out. The sight made Ricky gasp. Jake had told him that Matt's cock was sturdy, but that was an understatement. It wasn't that much longer than Jake's 6-incher, but the girth was thick as a garden hose, and the pulsing purple veins under the skin looked menacing. Would he be able to fit this schlong in his mouth?

Matt thought about what Jake had said. Ricky would do whatever Matt wanted. Matt had never had a proper blowjob, because every chick he had been able to talk into it had freaked out, when they saw his rod. They just licked and jacked it, but that was not a true blowjob. Ricky would provide him that, but he could also perform other services that girls found disgusting.

Matt spread his legs.

"Lick my balls."

Ricky went to work and licked the low-hanging purse. Matt hadn't bothered to shave it and Ricky got some loose hairs in his mouth together with Matt's ball sweat. But he loved the opportunity to lap up the stud's most private parts.

"Enough. Take it in."

Ricky opened his mouth wide and Matt pushed his cock in.

Ricky hoped that Matt would be gentle and let him just suckle the top part of his love muscle. But no.

"Take more," he grunted.

Ricky pulled out and looked up with pleading eyes.

"Matt please, I can't. It's too big."

Matt frowned; he was clearly displeased. He was a dedicated athlete who always tried his best and then some. He often worked as the coach's assistant and knew the ropes well. If you want your team to win, you have to push everybody above their limits. He had seen the coach do it countless times, and he had done it himself too. Sometimes an exhausted young athlete, every muscle in his body aching so bad, would start to cry when the coach or Matt added pressure on him. But that couldn't be helped. Showing mercy means showing weakness, and showing weakness means losing the game. And if there was something Matt Connor hated from his guts was losing a game. He would have none of it.

He leaned down so that he was able to talk right into Ricky's ear. He didn't yell, but his voice was steady and powerful. Ricky could feel the warmth of Matt's breath and the drizzle of his spit on his face.

"Now listen to me, faggot! Jake told me you're a good cocksucker. That's why you're here. I've been saving my load for you, and now you tell me you can't even fit a man's cock in your mouth? I won't accept that. Quitting is not an option for you. You just gotta try harder, fag boy. You can do it, and you will do it. Get that, you fucking homo?"

Ricky was stunned by the sudden barrage of insults.

"Yes Sir," he managed to whimper.

Matt had to hold back a chuckle. He straightened up.

"Right. Now, we've agreed that you will improve your performance. But don't be afraid dude, I'll help you achieve that. Trust me. Now, try again, but lube it properly first."

Lube! Why hadn't Ricky thought of that himself? He took hold of Matt's shaft and started to lick it meticulously. A drop of clear fluid oozed out of the slit. Precum! Gotta get more of that, Ricky thought and started to jack the cock with his hands. More nectar appeared, and Ricky spread it all over the rod that was already shining from his spit.

"Good. Open up now."

Ricky tilted his head back so that his mouth and throat were lined with the mighty sex organ pushing in. He closed his eyes, stretched his lips to the limit and inhaled through his nose – and the slimy rod slid in.

"Yeah. That's the way."

Matt pulled out a bit – having those soft lips wrapped around his cock felt awesome – and then pushed back in. The road to success in coaching: always make him try a bit harder. Ricky tried and tried and Matt pushed and pushed – and suddenly Ricky felt something coarse tickle his nose. He opened his eyes and a forest of blond pubes filled his vision. But Matt wasn't satisfied yet. Ricky had still an inch and a half to take in.

"Almost there," Matt informed him and took hold of the back of Ricky's head. Then he pushed his cock all the way in until Ricky's lips were tightly pressed against Matt's crotch. The pressure prevented him from breathing, but he was helpless in the stronger teen's vise-like grip.

"Ngggfffhhh," Ricky tried to tell Matt that he was almost out of breath. But Matt held his head in place for a few more seconds. No pain, no gain! Then he pulled out.

"You did it! Good cocksucker. You can breathe now."

Ricky was grateful for the pause and panted with his head bowed, but the half time wasn't long.

"Time's up!" Matt informed his trainee and lifted his chin with his fingers.

Now, some final pep talk to the team before the start of the big game.

"Look at me!"

Ricky looked up.

"You will suck my cock now, and you will suck it good. I want you to totally devote yourself to sucking it until I shoot my spunk. There's nothing more important for you in the world now than sucking me off, understand?"

"Yeah."

But Ricky's answer wasn't enthusiastic enough for his coach.

"Oh yeah? Tell me that you love being my cocksucker and that you won't let me down. Say it aloud. And look me in the eyes."

Ricky looked into the demanding blue eyes above him.

"I love being your cocksucker and I won't let you down."

"Good. Start sucking, faggot."

This time Matt didn't have to push in; Ricky took hold of his cock, squeezed more precum out and re-lubed the rod. Then he tilted his head, and with newly found confidence took Matt's cock in. He didn't reach the root at the first attempt, but the second one was a hit.

"Yeah. That's the way," Matt grunted and started to make thrusts with his pelvis.

Ricky felt so happy and proud. Matt was satisfied with his efforts, and he wouldn't let him down. He squeezed his lips as tight as possible around Matt's shaft and heard him sigh above him. Matt couldn't imagine any chick sucking his cock like that.

"Yesss! You're doin' fine, faggot. I'll make you the state cocksucking champion, I promise!"

Ricky didn't need his hands to please Matt anymore, so he felt the stud's legs with his hands; first the hairy calves, then the powerful thighs and finally his butt muscles. It felt like holding two mounds of warm rock. But these mounds were very much alive, they were the powerhouse of Matt's sexual prowess, and they flexed tirelessly as the jock-boy pumped in and out of the gay boy's mouth.

And he fucked and fucked while Ricky did his best. He felt and caressed the panting stud's back and butt and legs and kept his lips wrapped tight to maximize Matt's pleasure. They were a team, and the team had only one goal: Matt's satisfaction.

Ricky became tired after a while, and then exhausted; he just didn't have the same physical abilities than the athlete fucking his face. But he had promised Matt not to let him down, and he would not. So he kept sucking, enjoying Matt's power and the feel and smell of his body in spite of his exhaustion.

And finally their team scored! Ricky Harris delivered the ball over the line amidst cheering crowds, fireworks and a fountain of cum that exploded in his mouth.

Matt shot several copious loads of jock cum into his cocksucker's mouth, and it quickly exceeded Ricky's swallowing capacity. Grayish slime started to leak out of his mouth; it ran down his chin and finally dribbled on his shirt. But Ricky didn't care; he had made it! Now Matt was satisfied and happy with him, and that was all that mattered.

And then Matt was done.

"You're an awesome cocksucker, little dude," he said and ruffled Ricky's hair.

Then he pulled out and slumped in an armchair behind him, panting. He looked at Ricky who was still on his knees on the floor, wiping his cum-smeared lips and chin with his arm. He looked like a true cocksucker.

Matt thought about Ricky's willingness to service him and his absolute commitment to make Matt feel good. He thought about all the things Jake had told him about Ricky always following his lead and obviously enjoying to be told what to do. Matt felt a bit guilty. The gay boy wasn't accustomed to being coached the hard way.

He smiled at Ricky.

"Hey man, hope you didn't feel too bad about me calling you a faggot and shit."

Ricky looked at the blond stud sitting in front of him. From Ricky's point of view he looked like a king on his throne – well, this king was naked, and instead of a crown he was wearing a backwards turned red baseball cap – but he looked like a king to Ricky.

"You can call me anything you want, if you let me do it again."

Matt grinned.

"You enjoyed it that much?"

"Yeah. I did."

"And you don't mind the name-calling?"

"No. It was hot, to be honest."

"Alright then, dude. You can do it again. Many times."

"Thanks Matt."

"You're welcome."

"Faggot," Matt added with a grin.

Ricky rewarded his pun with a smile.

Then Matt's expression turned serious.

"But dude, I want you to know I, like, totally support this equal-rights-for-homos shit. Fags should have the same rights as guys," he assured the gay teen kneeling in front of him.

Ricky had to smile. Matt was so cute when he tried to appear politically correct with his jock lingo.

"I appreciate that, Matt. Now, maybe I should get cleaned and go home."

Ricky closed the bathroom door behind him, and Matt started immediately a chat with Jake.

Matt: Awesome!!!

Jake: Toldya!

Matt: He wants to do it again

Jake: Of course! He loves to suck cock

Matt: I should reward him somehow. But I'm not buying him a fucking present!

Jake: You can give him your boxers if you want

Matt: Wtf?! Dirty ones?

Jake: Absolutely! I gave him mine.

Matt: Fucking disgusting! Okay, if it makes him happy.

Jake: Haha!

Matt looked at the white boxers on the floor. They were fairly new, and he didn't want to give them away. He walked across the room and unzipped his buff equipment bag. He heard Ricky come back, but he kept rummaging.

Matt found what he was looking for, a well-worn, once-white jockstrap. He had already decided to throw it away, as it had become uncomfortable. Ball sweat and hard abrasion had eaten holes on the inside of the pouch. But now he could recycle it to a happy new owner. He held the jockstrap up for Ricky to see.

"Dude, I wore this at practice today. I want you to have it. "

Ricky smiled. Matt was a hard coach, but he was a decent guy in his own rough way. Ricky didn't feel embarrassed about anything with Matt anymore.

"Thanks!"

"No problem. I'll just add my autograph and it's yours," Matt said and searched his desk.

He found a permanent marker and signed the jockstrap with the routine of a successful high school football athlete. He finalized his flamboyant signature with a little star and handed the filthy garment to Ricky.

"You're the only fag I've allowed to suck my cock, so you can have this as a trophy."

"Thanks man! I think I'll hang it on my bedroom wall," Ricky said, making Matt laugh.

Ricky took his backpack, put the jockstrap into a zipped pocket and turned to leave.

"Wait. I'll show you out."

This time the way out was different than the main entrance Ricky had used with Jake. Matt led him to spiral metal stairs that took them to the basement, then through a dim hallway to a door that opened to the back yard.

"Wait here, I'll get your bike," Matt said and disappeared around the corner.

He was back in a minute, walking Ricky's bike. He pointed at the woods behind the house.

"Buzz yourself through that gate. There's a path that leads to Mountain Park Road."

"Okay."

"And use the same path when I wanna see you next time. Let me know when you are at the gate and I'll let you in."

Ricky smiled. He understood that Matt had a reputation to protect.

"Sure."

"Good. I'll let you know."

"Matt, can I Whatsapp you?"

"Umm, nah. Sorry."

"Okay. See you."

"Take care, little dude."

Back in his bedroom, the door securely locked, Ricky sat down at his desk and turned on the computer. He opened Instagram and searched until he found Matt's feed. His account – SmashMatt2000 – was public, as he wanted everybody to be able to admire him and compliment his looks and athletic achievements.

Ricky found what he was looking for – an image of a triumphant Matt after a victorious football game. He was shirtless but otherwise still wearing his game gear, plus the backward hat that had somehow already found its way to the top of his sweat-soaked locks.

Matt's tanned body was shining with sweat. He grinned from ear to ear, showing two perfect rows of pearl-white teeth, flexing his biceps to the camera. He was sizzling hot, and he was well aware of that. The picture had gathered more than three hundred comments. Some of them were sarcastic, written by envious guys, but most came from adoring girls. Hottie, sexy, hunk, marry me... the girls had showered him with their compliments. One chick even hinted she wanted to share a bed with him.

Ricky unzipped his backpack and took out the jockstrap. Then he changed the image to full screen mode and pressed the jockstrap on his face. Zipper down, cock out – and then it was time for a first whiff of Matt.

Sniffff...

The odor of the teen jock's sweaty crotch took over Ricky's universe. The smell was so much stronger than he had expected that it made him feel dizzy. But he was breathing in Matt's sweat and testosterone – heaven! He stared at Matt's grinning image on the screen and jacked his cock with his free hand.

Sniffff...

Ricky reminisced the scene in Matt's bedroom and the way he had coached him.

"You will suck my cock now, and you will suck it good. I want you to totally devote yourself to sucking it until I shoot my spunk. There's nothing more important for you in the world now than sucking me off, understand?"

Sniffff...

"Yes Matt," Ricky whined aloud.

Sniffff....

"Tell me that you love being my cocksucker and that you won't let me down. Say it aloud. And look me in the eyes."

Ricky looked straight into Matt's blue eyes on the screen.

Sniffffffffffff...

"I love being your cocksucker Matt," Ricky moaned into the jockstrap and shot his cum all over his pants and shirt.

Matt: I gave him my jockstrap

Jake: Haha! Bet he loves it

Matt: Hope so. It's kinda ripe

Jake: Ripe?

Matt: Mom won't touch it and I'm too lazy to wash it. Last time was like a month ago

Jake: Fucking gross!!!

Matt: Used it like 25 times since

Jake: Dude, you're a badass!!

Matt: I know. You up to Pussy Patrol tomorrow?

Jake: Of course!