Jack walked into gym class no sooner and no later than he could stand. His body was craving jock cum but he hated that he'd have to satisfy his needs at the expense of his pride. After a sweaty game of basketball, Jack was under his corner shower head again, almost shaking with anticipation. So much so he dropped his bar of soap. He felt a slick finger tease his hole and Guy's voice say, "I'm gonna want this too. Maybe not today but be getting it ready, fairy boy."
That was it. Jack just wanted to give up.
Fuck it. I don't know what to fucking do anymore, he thought helplessly. He wished he wasn't so puny and was older so he could fuck around on his own terms and not be somebody's slave. He was about ready to throw in the towel. He'd thought about riding this out as long as he could but he didn't think he had the stomach for it now.
Jack had showered in the first wave so he had a little extra bit of time before he had to start heading toward the bus. Ryan Jeremiah Fitts had other plans though. Being Guy's right hand man had its advantages. Automatic popularity, an instant posse he could push around on a whim, and probably best of all, "access" to all of Guy's sex slaves.
"You didn't think it'd be that easy, did you?" Ryan said, dragging Jack to a dark corner of the guy's locker room. "You know what to do, faggot," Ryan said, his dick out and ready to go.
When Jack's eyes locked on Ryan's respectable dick, his mouth watered as if it was a turkey on Thanksgiving. Jack moaned as he choked himself on Ryan's rod. He had to feel his cockhead tickling his throat. Ryan's wispy pubes needed to scratch the itch on his lip. Nothing else would do.
Poor Ryan had never been serviced quite like this before. Jack coughed and spluttered a couple times as he wildly gobbled his cock all the way down to the hilt, but he was undeterred. He was smooth as a machine now after just a few bobs up and down on Ryan's weeping mushroom. Overcome, Ryan hunched over the puny boy's sucking head, cradling his wet hair appreciatively. Where's all the trash talk now, shitface? Jack wondered. Ryan's knees started buckling and he slid powerlessly down the side of the lockers, his ass softening the blow the cold tile dealt his body. It was all the same to Jack. Standing up, laying down, he had to have Ryan's cum and he had to have it now. Ryan mindlessly stroked Jack's beautiful blonde mop and cooed nonsense in his ears, the most absurd smile on his face. Jack couldn't help himself. He shot his hand away from massaging Ryan's nuts and started rubbing his smooth asshole furiously. He prairie dogged a finger in a couple times and finally felt Ryan's hole surrender and welcome the assault. Ryan was the proverbial clay in the potter's hands and Jack relished every second of it. He grew impatient and found Ryan's spunk nut and rubbed it hard with two fingers. Ryan's muscles contracted all the way for five shots of cum that went straight to Jack's tummy and then promptly relaxed completely. He was a pitiful heaving mass on the floor, wet and utterly confused. He struggled to get on his feet and hung above Jack for a minute, wanting to give him shit about sucking his cock but he couldn't get the words out. Jack looked up at Ryan's bewildered face, gathering from his distant eyes that he had just given him the best fucking orgasm he'd ever had in his life and he didn't know what the fuck to do.
"Attaboy, Ryan, give that fairy a good face fucking," Guy said proudly on the other side of the locker room.
"Yeah..." Ryan breathed, barely able to speak. He didn't even make eye contact with Guy as he hurdled out the locker room and onto the bus. Guy gave him a proud pat on the butt as he sped past, obviously pleased with what he'd been up to.
"Hey, you're going to detention with me and Chris today, so get some clothes on, cock boy," Guy called.
Jack sighed deeply, knowing what he'd have to do in detention. He seemed to be two Jacks: at once both the slight, quiet kid at the corner shower head and the cock crazy cum slut blowing the jock on the cold tile of the locker room floor. Jack smeared what was left of Ryan's ass jelly on his fingers around his cockhead. That really got his heart pumping. He loved that slick, dirty feeling on his prick.
"Jack Tomlin!" Coach Roberts shouted. "Where you at?"
Jack sprinted toward the sound of Coach's voice, running into Coach as he rounded the last row of lockers.
"There you are. Better hurry up or you'll have to wait for the detention bus to leave."
"Thanks, Coach," Jack muttered. He was headed there regardless. Guy was standing out in the hall bullshitting with Chris, waiting on his favorite new toy to help him pass the time in detention.
Jack solemnly got dressed and joined the sneering clowns out in the hallway.
"About time. Come on," Guy said as he draped his arm around Jack in a mock gesture of friendship.
The detention room lent itself to housing secret cocksuckers without giving anyone the slightest hint as to them being there. The room used to be an old chemistry lab, so there were counters along the walls with outcroppings every so often that had sinks and a couple workstations on either side. Wood covered one side from the counter to the floor, the teacher being oblivious to whatever may be lurking underneath on the other side.
Guy and Chris made their way to their usual spot in the back of the room with Jack in tow.
"Quick, get under the counter, the teacher's not here yet," Guy hissed.
Jack hurriedly squatted in front of Guy as he pulled his chair up closer to the counter. Guy already had a hardon that was just begging for Jack's mouth. This was all kinds of hot, now that Jack thought about it. He could see both the boys' tents as they groped themselves imagining what the next hour would be like from the waist down.
Jack heard the teacher come in and get everyone settled down and quiet. A few minutes later, Guy motioned for Jack to start nursing his cock. The boys came quickly the first time around and Jack was happy to have added a couple more loads to Ryan's lonely one in his belly. Their second blowjob was slower and more relaxed. The teacher didn't give a shit about what the students did, he was just there to make an extra buck. Guy and Chris rasped their way to a lazy second cum, squirting a couple shots each down Jack's more than eager throat. Ten minutes before the hour, Guy had recovered enough to want one last go round so Jack coaxed a third load to his lips while Chris watched and jerked himself to a third cum himself at the sight of it.
As Guy and Chris were getting up to stretch and head outside onto the bus, Jack squeegeed the cum Chris had just dribbled down his cock as he pulled away from him. He thought about how he should savor it while he was waiting for the guys to make their way to the door. Should he lick it like dessert off his fingers? Should he give it to his begging cockhead? Maybe get kinky and rub it in his smooth armpits? No. All those weren't good enough. Once he stopped thinking about it, he knew exactly how to use it. His body told him so. He dug his hand down the backside of his pants and swished the sweet boy cum around his frantic hole. Breathing faster, he poked his sticky fingers up his hole and found the high he'd been looking for. In fact he felt his front side get a little wet.
Oh my fuck, Jack thought as he caught his breath on his way down. Did I?
He peeked under his gym shorts and a single tendril of cum webbed its way from his shorts to the tip of his cock.
"Fuck yeah!" Jack said in hoarse excitement. He went to stand up but he forgot he was under the counter. A resounding thud and a sharp pain made him laugh at how giddy he was. But he had just fucking cum so he didn't care. He raced to the bus with a belly full of jock juice, slippery ass cheeks and a trophy string of cum soaking into his shorts. Today couldn't have been any better. So much for feeling confused about getting all this cock. Jack's thirst for it couldn't be quenched.
He headed straight for the back of the bus where the same three he blew on the ride back home yesterday had saved him a spot. Guy and Chris were there too, albeit in a fog. They were nodding off even as they pulled away from the school and fell into a satisfied cat nap.
Jack squatted in front of the three amigos, completely hidden from view. Words need not be said. He knew just as well as they did what he was there for. His ass was feeling exceedingly empty so he ratted around in his backpack under the seat in search of a Sharpie to fill his aching void. He slipped it in easily with the help of Chris' spooge that lined his chute. He loved the goosebumps the boys got when he gave each one a rousing cum. He cradled their nutsacks while they came, wanting to get as much of their ball musk on his fingers as he could to save for later. He loved to taste their semi-sweet saltiness for hours after he'd swiped some ball sweat from each of the boys.
Jack had a huge smile on his face as he walked the length of the bus to head for his house at his stop. He poked his ass out a little more than usual because of the Sharpie up his hole but that just made the whole situation hotter to Jack. He actually hoped people would notice, but they were all largely consumed with something else.
Once he got to his room, he dropped his clothes to the floor and fished around in his ass for the Sharpie. He'd felt it slide in a little more every now and then and he didn't want to lose it and have to go to the doctor. He could finally get a hold of it with his fingers once they were all the way in. He relaxed like he was taking a shit and was able to coax it out after a couple minutes.
Jack's tummy was buzzing with warmth and full of cum. He took a minute to count how many he'd had today. One... two, three... four, five, six... seven, eight, nine. Not bad, Jack thought. Not bad at all.