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May you enjoy my story, The Chosen Jock: Office Boy
Chapter 2
The current intimate encounter with my fit and muscular former college wrestling Coach Franco and possibly future handsome, athletic boss, Mike, was leaving me both emotionally elated and physically spent. Being fucked and used was a surreal experience, one that I had never imagined but now cherishing. As I laid on the mat, with Coach's thick cock in my mouth and Mike's thrusting into my strong ass, I surrendered to the pleasure, enjoying both their attention and praise.
For several hours, they explored my body, delighting the sounds of every one of my moans and gasps of pleasure. Each new position brought a wave of ecstasy, and I found myself growing to love their cocks with each passing moment.
When our lovemaking appeared to come to a stop, Mike asked me for the third time if I would be his personal office boy at The Milk Me Company. I did not hesitate this time and said "yes" as I looked up from the mat, nodding my head like a good boy. The prospect of working for Mike and his staff in Australia filled me with excitement, although I tried to maintain a bit of composure on the outside. Coach appeared to be pleased with my response and gave Mike a loud raised hand high five slap.
Mike was overjoyed about my career decision and was eager to discuss the financial details of the position in Coach's living room. However, Coach encouraged me to clean up first using his master bedroom shower. After, I came out to meet the two men that just made love to my two holes. I was feeling a sense of anticipation for the future and grateful for Coach's presence as a trusted confidant.
Mike explained how well I was going to be paid in this position. Mike also offered to give me a clothing allowance as he wanted to select the apparel for me to wear in the office setting. He said he realized that as a college graduate my clothes selection was limited right now.
The other major perk that Mike was offering me was my housing allowance. Mike said he wanted me to have a wonderful apartment in downtown Sydney on Alberta Street as he may need me to host some of his clients that are visiting from out of town. The prospect of living in a penthouse with stunning views of the city was exhilarating, and the amenities--three bedrooms, a den for my home office space--made it feel like a dream come true. Mike's attention to detail from the proximity to Hyde Park to the fully stocked drawers upon my arrival, showed his commitment to making my transition to Sydney as smooth as possible.
Coach's words of pride and encouragement only added to my excitement as I could not wait to embark on this new chapter of my life. He kept telling me that I had earned this opportunity with my hard work on the wrestling team. He also said he was very, very proud of me. With their support, I felt confident that I could succeed in my new role and make the most of this incredible opportunity.
Mike said he would like for me to arrive sometime during the first two weeks in June. He said he would start working on the visa paperwork for me. Coach offered to help me pack up my things and get a moving company to ship the belongings for the trip. Mike reminded me that I would not need to bring very much as he was supplying me with everything.
My future boss, Mike, departed from Philadelphia the following day. He kept in touch through text messages until he boarded his plane, sharing exciting snippets of my new life in Sydney and advising me to savor my remaining time in the States.
After my busy morning with Coach Franco and Mike, I found a note taped to my front door when I finally arrived back to the duplex. Robbie and Nico had written a short note asking me if I would be a pool side waiter at a small fundraiser party they were hosting for the baseball team's financial sponsors this upcoming Saturday afternoon. With the early scorching spring weather, the idea of a pool party sounded perfect.
I had a few days to figure out what swimwear I would wear to the party as Saturday was still a bit away. I wondered if I should wear a loose boxer suit, a tight small speedo or perhaps something even more revealing?
At the moment, my mind wandered to the day's earlier encounters with Coach and Mike, causing me to be very horny. I pulled out of my dresser my daring new transparent white G-string swim thong and I thought I would practice wearing the suit by the pool this afternoon. I was eager to get a small tan started. As I stepped out onto the pool deck, I cranked up the stereo to announce my presence.
I position myself on a tanning chair facing the duplex windows, as I then noticed the baseball guys opening their curtains. Before long, Nico and Robbie appeared out of nowhere, wanting to chit chat and offering to apply sunscreen. Nico suggested that he brought Robbie along to ensure thorough coverage on my body from my head to my toes. I was under the impression that I had no choice in the matter of receiving the application of sunscreen.
As their hands glided over my skin with the lotion, I relished the sensation, emitting soft moans of pleasure. The application and relaxation were nice as they took their time, working the lotion into every inch of my skin. I was enjoying the attention my body was being given by Nico and Robbie. It was at this time Nico slid a small brown bottle under the right side of my nose and asked me to inhale. He then moved the small bottle over to my left side of my nose and I was told to inhale again. I became a bit light headed and began to tingle all over. The rush from the solution in the bottle caused me to feel so relaxed for the players.
After about ten minutes of feeling so good, I heard additional voices walk out from the duplex. Since I was forced to lay face down for the lotion applying, I was not able to turn around to confirm whose voices I was now hearing alongside Nico and Robbie's voices. As the small "chit chat" took place, I could now feel four sets of eyes looking me over. Amidst the conversation, one of the new voices remarked, "Damn, that ass looks really nice."
Nico had me huff from the little brown bottle again and afterwards suggested that I remove my skimpy suit to avoid getting any oil on the fabric. I eagerly obliged by saying "OK". I was feeling so relaxed as my body wanted to be touched by these players. As the guys slowly slid the suit down my legs, my muscular round bubble butt's pink hole was fully exposed, eliciting a whistle from someone.
Soon more hands joined in spreading lotion over my very relaxed body, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. Probing was done here and there. I continue to pleasantly moan as the sun tan lotion spread became more like a full body massage. The jocks knew I was enjoying the pleasure and Nico whispered into my ear, gauging my willingness to continue, to which I wordlessly consented. I embraced their craving and thirst for me.
As the baseball players encouraged me to lift my midsection, my hard cock was pulled back and teased between my legs, leaking precum with each touch. I then was instructed to get onto my hands and knees, being told that the guys wanted to apply lotion to my inner thighs. I welcomed their hands to explore as they place lotion onto every inch of my exposed skin, though the real intention was clear.
A hand then reached in and began to milk my hard jock cock. The lotion was being used to make the technique easier to milk me. I continued to love every moment as the guys were touching me all over. Nico noticed that each time he reached under my upper chest and brushed up against my nipple, I would leak precum. Hence, Nico had one hand's finger lightly play with my right nipple and his other hand massage the hair on my scalp. All I could do was just moan in pleasure.
When I finally looked up from my position, I noticed that Robbie placed his now uncovered cock in front of my mouth for me to suck. I was given another opportunity of inhaling the little brown bottle. I was loving the little brown bottle. I wasted no time to suck on his beautiful hard tool. Robbie then said to me, "You are so fucking HOT, Brad. Suck on my cock like a Good Boy... our Blue Ribbon Boy."
I did as I was told, making this blond hair college baseball star player feel so good as I worshipped his hard dripping cock. Robbie pushed Nico's hand out of the way and he rubbed the top of my head as I engulfed his cock. His precum was so sweet on my taste buds.
Shortly after a few minutes that I began to suck Robbie off, I felt a finger go deep into my asshole. I took my mouth off of Robbie's cock for a moment to turn my head to see the action behind me. I saw that it was Nico who had moved behind and begin biting my bubble butt ass and fingering my silky clean hole at the same time. I could not believe that I had the sexy Latino feeling up my hole. Nico's finger rhythm was nice and slow for me to enjoy. I was happily becoming a horny jock slut toy for these boys.
Among all of the action, I heard a camera start to click pictures. I did not mind at all. I was loving the idea of being an exhibitionist at this time. Robbie even told the group, "These are going to be very HOT photos for us to enjoy."
I heard the guys encourage Nico to fuck the "wrestling slut" as he was making love to my hole with his finger. Soon I could feel Nico's cock flirt with the outside of my hole. I was so in love with Robbie's cock in my mouth that I was having a hard time focusing on Nico's cock.
As Nico took me, I felt like I was fulfilling a fantasy. Nico's movements were synchronizing with the rhythm of our collective desire. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed around us, adding to the atmosphere. His body took over me, owning me. As he grasped my hips tight with his grip, he pounded me with all of his athletic strength, loudly grunting for us all to hear. Finally, with one extra thrust I knew he was going to begin shooting, his cum flooding into my ass in large spurts, thick hot cream just as a horny jock would want entering him.
As Nico filled me with his cum, Robbie pulled out of my mouth, grunted and shot his load all over my face. I then reached my own climax shooting all over under me. The sensation was overwhelming as pleasure surged through me. Robbie wasted no time in gathering some of the mixed fluids from all of us, feeding them to me as I eagerly cleaned his fingers with my mouth.
As the euphoria settled, Nico humorously reminded me of the untanned front side of my body, prompting laugher from us all. I turned over and sprawled out naked on my back, inviting the players to explore my body once more, eager for whatever pleasures laid ahead.
My cock remained stiff as the eight hands placed suntan lotion all over my front side. I was happy that their cocks were still exposed for me to fondle with as I was being covered with lotion by each of them.
When they had finished, the guys proposed joining me for the rest of the afternoon of sunbathing. Their request was also accompanied by a suggestion for me to wear the thin fabric white nylon G-string swim thong to their upcoming pool fundraising bash. Nico joked about the new cum spots adding flavor to the suit. Robbie slipped a $20 bill under my body and said I earned that tip. He also said that he was sure that there would be plenty of bills being tucked into my suit if I did wear it while working at their party.
The prospect of the upcoming Saturday pool party sent a shiver of excitement through me, and I could not help but notice my cock head glistening with precum. With anticipation building, I knew the event was bound to be an erotic adventure unlike any other, especially if Nico brought the little brown bottle.
Author is Brad My email address is marathonbrad@hotmail.com.
I am enjoying the opportunity of sharing my thoughts with my readers of this story.
Another story I wrote when I was very young is titled A Triathlete's Troubles. You can use the Nifty.com search to locate the story.
I appreciate the men that have sent me an email to share their horny thoughts about The Chosen Jock, Chapter 1. I love making men horny whether through reading my erotic stories, watching me workout in my skin tight gear at the gym, showing off on line or dancing on a stage.
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