Locker Room Lesson
Chapter 2
by
Percxyz@aol.com
I moved forward on my knees, towards Paulo's cock almost as if I had no will of my own. I let my mouth drop open and tilted my head up just a bit so that I could look up at Paulo's handsome face. Water beaded on his cheeks and streamed from his sculpted chin. His brown eyes bored into mine, a smirk playing across his lips. My mind was spinning around with what had happened and what I was doing, but I seemed unable to control myself. Incredibly, I was ready and even willing to let Paulo's cock slide into my mouth, to let him make me into his cocksucker. I focused my eyes on it, taking a close look at the thick tube of throbbing meat that was now only inches from my face. I could see a drop of lube at the slit on Paulo's cockhead as I leaned forward. Then the heel of his right hand hit the middle of my forehead. I felt his fingers grasp my hair and Paulo held me there, with my mouth ready to engulf the head of his cock which was now at full mast. I could feel the heat of his prick and still smell the musk of his crotch even though he had rinsed off under the shower after fucking me. Frustrated, I looked up along his forearm, absently noting the veins that bulged under the skin and over the powerful muscles beneath, as I searched for his face. The wicked grin I had seen before was back again.
"I didn't say you could suck my cock right now, faggot, and you don't do anything except what I tell you. Got it?"
"Yeah, Paulo. I understand...sir."
A grin lit up Paulo's face, his white teeth shining in contrast to his dark features, as he kept his grip my forehead and turned again into the shower. Seeing his hard physique made my whole body tingle with pleasure. He rinsed himself for another moment while I remained on my knees. The tile was painful, but I ignored it, absorbed in watching the water course over his broad shoulders, down to his tapering waist and then over the mounds of his ass. I wondered briefly what it would be like to get my cock in his ass, like he had done to me, but realized that was unlikely ever to happen. My eyes dropped on down, taking in his well developed thighs and the dark hairs that grew on his shins and calves. My eyes had reached his ankles when suddenly he released his grip on my hair and moved. Surprised, I watched as he walked over to the hook on which his towel hung, grabbed it and disappeared into the locker room. I was left on my knees, my throbbing meat pointing at the ceiling.
I was debating about jerking off when I heard Paulo yell. "Hurry up, faggot! I have the keys and have to lock up the place. Get your sorry ass outta the showers!"
I quickly rinsed myself in the warm water, trying to will my cock to soften and rinse his cum from my abused ass, then turned off the shower heads. Paulo had left his running when he walked out. I moved out of the shower area and between the rows of lockers drying myself with my towel. When I reached the row where Paulo stood, he was now wearing a pair of white boxers which seemed to glow against his dark Italian skin. I watched as he pulled on a white t- shirt, which fit snugly over his magnificent chest, showing off all his muscles and curves as it tapered down to his trim waist. I walked to my locker and quickly pulled on my clothes as he finished dressing. My cock was softer now and I forced it into my own boxers, then pulled on my shorts and a shirt. As I was tying my shoes, Paulo was ordering me to hurry up so that he could leave. I found myself still obeying without any protest.
We left the locker room and I stood watching him as he locked up the place. I still felt almost mesmerized by the play of his muscles in his arms and under his tight shirt. Without a word to me, he turned and walked over to his car. I followed along about ten feet behind him, then walked over to my own ride. He pulled out of the parking lot before me and I drove myself home. That night, I climbed into bed and switched off the light. I closed my eyes and immediately visions of Paulo filled my mind: his face staring down at me with sweat dripping from his nose and his teeth clenched; his chest above me, expanding as he took a breath in the middle of fucking me; his head thrown back and the cords in his neck standing out as he reached orgasm. I felt my cock hardening instantaneously. Without even thinking, I reached down and began to stroke it. I tried to focus my thoughts on my past girlfriends and the fun I had with them, but my mind kept turning back to Paulo. The memory of him in the shower, water running over his dark skin, him standing over me with my face just inches from his hard cock, the feel of his body against mine all ran through my head. Finally the memory of the was his cock felt as it penetrated me and his words in my ear as he took my cherry, even the initial pain as he forced his cock into me, were too much and I came, shooting a huge load over my flat abs and all the way up to the valley between my pecs.
After I came, I couldn't believe what had gone through my mind. I was embarrassed and humiliated that I had cum with a picture of Paulo in my mind. I certainly never intended to allow Paulo to do anything like what he had done to me in the shower ever again. As I grabbed some tissues to clean up I felt embarrassment and confusion washing through my mind. I also felt guilty that I had allowed Paulo to actually fuck me up the ass. Even worse, I had been ready to suck the guy's cock! How humiliating! With all these thoughts swirling through my head, I thought I would never be able to sleep, but at some point I finally dropped off.
The next day, I was worried as I walked into school. I didn't see Paulo, though, as we didn't have many classes together overall and had none together that day. Everything was fine and I managed to push what had happened the day before out of my mind until classes ended and it was time for practice. I even ignored the sore feeling in my ass which lingered from the stretching and the forceful fuck I had taken the day before. I was changing in the locker room when Paulo entered. He looked at me and I saw the same smirk on his face that I had seen the previous day. We finished dressing and then made our way onto the field with the rest of the guys. I was determined to keep my place on the team secure, but when Paulo and I had different ideas about how to run things, I found myself beginning slowly and subtly to defer to him. I realized what I was doing and made up my mind to stand firm. For the rest of the practice, I enforced my decisions and asserted myself as co-captain, but I realized that when I did so, I wasn't looking Paulo in the eye. I was worried that if I interacted with him too much, what happened yesterday would somehow leak out or be discovered. I was also worried that if I looked at him and saw that arrogant smirk on his face again, that desire to submit and to defer to him, which I still didn't understand, would resurface. Or worse, I would start to get hard!
There was a group of my teammates, led by a guy named AJ who was a year younger then Paulo and I, who had basically been my supporters for the position of team captain. When I had first started deferring to Paulo, I could see their confusion. That stiffened my resolve to hold my own as a team leader. They didn't know what happened and I was worried that Paulo would tell them if I challenged his authority, but decided to try to salvage some of my self respect. I also figured they wouldn't believe him if he told them that he had taken control by fucking me in the shower. Besides, I rationalized, that would make him seem as gay as me. Still, I was afraid my own face would give me away if something were said. The coach seemed content to let us work out the dynamics between ourselves and didn't ask any questions.
Later, in the shower, I got cleaned up with the rest of the team. Since Paulo and I had not been at each other's throats, we had not been kept late for punishment and showered with the rest of the team. The usual joking and teasing took place, but I remained quiet for the most part. I answered questions and tried to take part in the banter, but my worry about what Paulo could say weighed on my mind. Fortunately, I didn't have any reaction to seeing him as far as my cock was concerned. Throwing wood in front of all the guys wouldn't have been that hard to explain. It happened in the showers sometimes, but not to me. After a while, I realized that I was avoiding looking at any of the guys. For some reason, seeing all my teammates naked was having an effect on me.
They were all well built young men, in good shape from all the practices, weight lifting and exercise we went through to be on the team. Though I had never looked at them as anything other than buddies and friends, and in the case of Paulo, rivals, now I felt a stirring in my cock that kept my eyes on the floor or the lockers. They were the usual mix of guys from dark and heavily muscled like Paulo to blond and wiry, to a couple redheads. As the guys finished getting cleaned up and began to leave, I tried to hurry and not be left in the shower. I had realized that Paulo was still showering and though I didn't look directly at him I knew he had been looking at me. I discovered I was afraid of what might happen if we were left alone in the shower - in the very place where he had taken my virginity less than twenty-four hours before.
Back among the lockers, most of the guys were dressing and leaving as I pulled on my own shorts. Paulo walked out of the shower as I sat on the bench, his towel around his neck. I glanced at him and saw his trim, muscled body, accented by the white towel and looked back into my locker, trying to ignore him. Paulo looked over at me.
"Wait up a minute Chris. I need to talk to you about something."
No one else paid any attention, but I felt as if I had been punched in the stomach. I looked over at him and saw the arrogant grin on his face that had been there yesterday. I forced my eyes to stay locked on his and replied, "Uh, sure, Paulo." He made no effort to get dressed, just messed around in his locker, towel still draped around his neck, until all the other guys had left. Then he walked over to me. I couldn't believe it, but I realized that my cock was getting hard as his dark, muscled chest and hot, naked body got closer to me. God, what was it that he wanted?
Paulo just stood there, looking at me. His eyes ranged over my body and when they reached my crotch, I saw a smirk appear on his lips. He knew I was hard - my boxers did nothing to hide my hard cock. I didn't know what to do or say, so I just stared back at him. Our eyes met for a moment, and I saw his eyes narrow as he stared at me. I let my gaze drop and briefly saw the grin that appeared on his face as he won this minor contest of wills. I decided to try to end all of this and stood up, pulling on my shirt.
"Not so fast, boy," he said softly. I froze in place, the soft tone of his voice taking me by surprise. "The rest of the guys are gone and I figured I would let you have a chance to do what you wanted to do yesterday." I looked up at his face again, confused. He saw my confusion and his grin widened. "Come on, boy," he said, stressing the word "boy" as he spoke more loudly. "You were on your knees at my feet yesterday. You had your mouth open and were ready to become my cocksucker. Now I've decided it's time for you to become, in fact, what you have always been."
"What the hell are you talking about, Paulo? You're fucking crazy! You think I am gonna suck your cock? You've lost your mind..."
"Shut up, boy!" his words cut me off. "I've watched you for a long time and while you have built up your body and tried to be a man, I have seen the way your eyes follow the guys in the locker, and especially the way you check me out all the time." I started to protest again but again he cut me off. "Don't try to deny it, pussy. I fucked your goddamn brains out yesterday and you fucking loved it! You nutted all over yourself while I popped you cherry and filled you with my cum. Then you got on your knees and would have had my cock down your throat if I hadn't stopped you. So don't try to tell me I'm crazy. You're a cockhound, Chris. Born to suck a real man's dick and take it up the ass from any guy man enough to put it to you. Denying it is just wasting time. As a faggot, you're duty is to take cock, not waste the time of a man who is just giving you what you want. Now strip!"
Shocked by his tone and his words, I found myself obeying and the small layer of protection I had gained by dressing was gone in seconds. I stood before him completely naked, my hard cock proclaiming the truth of what he was saying. I felt my whole body blushing from embarrassment, but there was nothing I could do to control my erection. I watched as Paulo ran his eyes down my body, then back up to my eyes. The smirk had returned to his face.
"Get on your knees, pussyboy. It is time for you to become the cocksucker you were born to be." As if I had no will of my own, I sank to my knees, the hard tile of the floor of the locker room now a familiar feeling. My eyes took in his muscled body, from his face, his neck, the collar bones above the muscles of his chest, his dark brown nipples, his tight defined abs and the trail of black hairs that ran down from his navel to spread out around his thickening cock. As I watched, I saw Paulo's prick begin to expand, throbbing with his heartbeat as it hardened. I didn't even realize when I licked my lips, but Paulo saw it and laughed. "See, Chris? I told you. You are a born cocksucker. The way you took to my cock up your tight boypussy yesterday should be all the evidence you need. You cried like a girl at first, but you were moaning like any of the bitches I have fucked long before I shot my wad in your pussy. Now you're gonna see that you need my cock in your mouth as much as you do up your tight hole. Just lean forward and lick the head. Don't use your hands. A good cocksucker can make a man cum just with his mouth alone and I know you are gonna be one helluva cocksucker."
I simply leaned forward a bit, mesmerized by the sight of his hard, male body towering above me and his growing meat throbbing just inches from my face, and let my tongue slide out of my mouth to taste the head of his dick and the liquid that was there. He was already producing a lot of lube and I lapped up a drop of it from the slit of his cockhead, getting my first real taste of Paulo. I was surprised at the taste, kind of nutty and salty. I was even more surprised at my reaction to it. I wanted to taste more! I didn't understand it, but the way that Paulo had again taken control, had put my on my knees with just a command and now had the head of his cock in my mouth, had my own dick throbbing and dripping. As I again leaned forward to take more of his cock into my mouth, my right hand moved to my own cock.
"Dammit, Chris! I said no hands." He smacked the right side of my face with his hand. It stung, but I made no protest. "That means on your pussyboy dick as well as my mancock. I am sure you had plenty of fun playing with it last night, reliving the fucking I gave you." My widening eyes gave me away and he laughed. "Thought so. Well, you are here to please me, to make me cum, not yourself. So put your hands behind your back and put your mouth and tongue to work!" I did as he commanded, letting the thick head of his cock slide across my tongue leaving a trail of salty fluid as it did. I let my lips close around the flared edge of the head of Paulo's cock and used my tongue to cover it with my spit. I was rewarded with a moan from deep in Paulo's chest. I began to move forward slowly, not used to having anything this big in my mouth. I couldn't believe that it had actually been up my ass the day before - it was too big to ever have possible fit, but I knew I had taken it all. Little did I know that Paulo planned to plant it just as deeply in my throat before he was finished with me this time.
At first, Paulo just stood there, looking down at me almost contemptuously as I worked to take his cock into my mouth. I licked, lapped, sucked and slobbered over his meat, getting it good and wet, which I found let my lips slide over it more easily. It felt hot and hard like a steel spike, but encased in the strangely smooth, soft skin which throbbed in my mouth. As I took more of his inches into my head, Paulo moaned again.
"That's it, Chris. I told you. You're a born cocksucker. You take to my meat like any good whore would. Fuck yeah, that's it boy. Get nasty with my dick. Suck up all my hot lube. I leak a lot of lube, cocksucker, and it is all goin' down your throat. How do you like that? How do you like eating a real man's dick juice? Huh? You like having what comes from my balls going down to your belly? No need to stop and tell me, I know that you do. Keep up the good work boy. Yeahhhh. That feels good when you use your tongue on my dick head like that. Fuck yeah, cumbreath, lick it."
Strangely, his words didn't make me mad, instead, they turned me on. I wanted nothing more than to grab my cock and jerk myself off as I sucked on this stud's rod, but I kept my hands locked behind me. Still I could feel my arm and shoulder muscles bulging involuntarily as I tried to pull my hands around. Apparently the sight turned on Paulo as he commented on it. "I like seeing you with your muscles all pumped up while your lips are wrapped around my big meat, Chris. Nice muscle boy jock on his knees worshiping my body. You make a helluva sight, fag."
I felt Paulo's hands on my head now. He grabbed both sides firmly and began to pull my head into his crotch. I immediately realized what was happening. I had been taking his cock about halfway. When it got to the entrance to my throat I would back off, not understanding how or believing that it could fit into my throat. Now Paulo began to pull my head towards him and move his hips forward at the same time. The head of his cock lodged against the entrance to my throat and I looked up at him, pleading with my eyes for him not to go further. I'm not sure if he had been waiting for the look or if my moving my head just gave him a better angle, but as soon as our eyes met, he slowly but steadily forced his cock into my throat.
I began to gag and choke as the huge head of his manhood stretched my throat more than I believed possible. That reaction just seemed to make Paulo even hotter. My discomfort, just like the pain I had experienced when he took my virginity the day before only excited him. I began to struggle and broke his rule about using my hands. I brought them around and put them on his hips, trying to push him away enough that I could take a breath, but he had my head in a grip like a vice. I couldn't really get any leverage to push him away but just as I thought I would pass out or die, he pulled his hips back and I took several deep breaths before he plunged back in again. This time it was a bit easier to take the length of him inside my throat. I was still gagging and choking, but it was a bit easier. Paulo held himself deep inside my throat again for a minute before pulling out enough to allow me to breathe. Then he surprised me by pulling his cock completely from my mouth.
Paulo grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me over to the bench that ran between the rows of lockers. He manhandled me onto the end of the bench on my back. When he released his grip on my hair, my head dangled over the edge of the bench. I watched as Paulo lowered himself in front of my face. His meat looked even larger from my upside down angle. His huge balls hung down in their hairy sack and I watched them as Paulo grabbed the base of his cock, aimed the head between my lips and sank the length of his rod into me in one smooth stroke. I closed my eyes just before his nuts slapped against them. I realized it was easier to take him this way. Paulo wasted no time and began to fuck my face. His strokes were long and smooth, sliding in until my lips were against his pubes, then pulling out until the flared head of his pole caught on my lips.
He started slowly, muttering curses at me and calling me cocksucker, dicklicker, faggot and worse. I simply laid there and took it - his cock and all the slurs. I had no other choice. He had taken over my mouth as completely as he had taken over my ass the day before. After a few moments, his strokes began to increase in speed. His balls, which had been slapping against my face began to draw up. I knew what was coming next.
"Gonna cum, boy. Gonna cum in your mouth! Your gonna swallow it all, too, boy. Your gonna drink a real man's sperm. Swallow all my babymakers and enjoy every drop. What a fucking faggot you are, Chris. And you tried to deny it! Oh, fuck yeah. Look at you, pussyboy. Stretched out on a bench with a real man skull fucking you and getting ready to fill your mouth with hot cum and all you do is lay there with a hard dick, wishing you could beat off while it happens. I am gonna fill you with my seed, Chris. The last load I put into you made its way out, but this one will stay in you forever. How do you like that? Every time you see me, every time you look at me, you are gonna know that I am inside you. You're gonna know that you digested a load of my hot cum and that my fucking DNA is inside you!"
My hands were clenching and unclenching, not in protest, but in excitement. This hot stud was gonna cum in my mouth and I was gonna let it happen. I would swallow his sperm, I knew it. I couldn't believe what I was thinking, but I knew I would let him do it. Paulo had stopped speaking now and was breathing hard. I felt his hand on my throat and knew he could feel his cock stretching it as he rammed in and out. He wasn't using as much force as he had used yesterday while making me his pussyboy, but I could feel my throat getting raw from the abuse it was taking. I had grabbed the sides of the bench when he suddenly said, "Go ahead, Chris. Play with your faggot cock while I plug your mouth. Do what comes naturally to you when a man fucks your mouth."
Without hesitation, I grabbed my cock with my right hand. At the same time I felt him grab my left nipple and twist. He let out a roar of pleasure and power that I thought could be heard in the next county. As he came, I moaned around his spurting cock and shot my own load as hard as I had ever cum. I felt some land on my face and knew I had hit him with some of my load, but he was so lost in his own orgasm that he either didn't notice or didn't care.
"Eat it boy! Eat my fucking cum! Yeahhhh! Take it all, cocksucker. You are mine, now, boy. Mouth, ass and everything else. I own you. You are my personal cum sucking pussy boy fag! Fucking swallow it. Eat my hot cum!" Six, seven, then eight huge spurts of cum shot from his cock, first into my throat, then into my mouth and the last onto my face. Paulo let out a long slow breath, coming down slowly off his sexual high. I felt his cum dripping along my cheeks and forehead. He had marked me. Marked me in a way I had never imagined. He had shot his cum, his absolute proof of manhood onto my face to mark me as his property. I watched as he milked his cock with his right hand a few times and a large drop of pearly cum appeared. Without being told, I stretched my head up to lick it from him. He rewarded me with a grin, then climbed to his feet. "I fucking OWN you now, Chris. Mouth and ass. I own you. Don't you ever fucking forget it!" Leaving me on the bench covered with a mixture of his cum and my own, he went back into the showers.
I slowly managed to catch my breath, then pulled myself up into a sitting position, feeling his cum begin to run down my face now. As I looked around for my towel, to go back into the shower and clean myself up, I saw AJ standing there. His cock was obviously hard in his shorts as he massaged it. The young buck looked at me for a minute before saying, "Paulo told me, but I didn't believe it." Then he turned and disappeared. My face burning with shame, I grabbed my towel and went into the shower. Paulo was standing there.
"Thanks," he said. " AJ didn't believe that I had made you my pussyboy or that you would suck my cock. I just made $20 on that bet. Also, I guess there goes the leader of the group that supported you." He laughed. "I wonder how long it will be before he decides to try out your mouth or pussy." At my shocked look, he laughed again. "Don't worry, Chris. I made sure he knows he has to come through me to get any action from you. I figure that won't take more than a day or so. I figure I can make some more money off your talents then. boy." As I looked at him in dismay, he turned and began to walk away. He said casually, "I wonder if he will tell the other guys on the team."
Author's note:
I apologize for the long delay in getting the second chapter posted. To all the readers who emailed me asking for more, all I can say is I tried my best, but it was a harder story to write than the first chapter. I hope that it has met with your approval. Also, I only write more of stories that generate a response so if you would like to hear more of Chris and Paulo's story let me know and I promise if the response is there the next chapter won't take as long. Also for those of you who follow my other stories, it appears that there will be one more chapter of Doug forthcoming.
Thanks again to all and I hope to hear from you.