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The Lacrosse Ten Part 7
Captain Noah Buchanan luxuriated in the warmth of Matt Nabor's mouth.
I can't believe it's Matt! I didn't have a clue he wanted to suck!
He's sure getting the hang of it though, he's wayyy better than Jessica!
Noah turned his head to the left as cheering broke out from the team.
Casey was being helped to his feet by Drake Monroe. He was dazed but happy looking as he tried to lick cum splatters at the corners of his mouth, nodding and smiling as various boys clapped him on his shoulders, congratulating him and saying "Good job man!", "Hot as hell, Casey!", "Good suck, man, good suck!"
Several guys clustered around Mike: "You facepumped him like hell!", "You filled him up Mike, he was really struggling to swallow all your juice!"
It was smart of Drake to double our Cocksucker staff. It's gonna take the two of them working full time to keep The Ten happy! Noah thought silently.
"Matt, you're doing great! Do you think you can take it harder? Can I put some power behind my pumps?"
"Yazzz surr! Pummmppp!"
Noah grabbed Matt's head in both hands and said:
"Watch this guys! I'm gonna show you the difference between a chick who sucks and a stud who sucks!"
Before the startled eyes of The Ten, Noah commenced a brutal jockfuck of Matt's mouth and throat.
Matt went from happily sucking at his own pace to choking and gagging with no respite. Noah simply took charge of Matt's body to the extent Matt was having trouble maintaining his kneeling posture as Noah drove his hips relentlessly forward.
Choking and gasping Matt was struggling to embrace the reality of what had been a fantasy. Dreaming of being throatfucked is far different from being throatfucked.
"Get me some more fucking towels!" Noah commanded, as guys scattered to fetch them.
"Make a pillow for him! Yeah, right there!"
Noah pulled out of Matt's overworked mouth and guided him down onto his back. Matt was gasping lungfuls of air while he had the chance.
As his head nestled in the pile of towels he looked up at Noah's penis:
stone hard, soaking wet, large and angry looking.
It's wet because of me! That's my spit on it! It's hard because of me! It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!
"Captain!"
A hoarse almost unrecognizable voice
"Captain! Put it back in my mouth!"
"Just a second Matt, I have to get in position."
"All right guys! I'm gonna throat pump old Matt here like you've only dreamed of throat fucking a girl. No girl can handle this much power, but I know our buddy can, cause he's a genuine prime beef stud! Watch and learn!"
Assuming the classic four point position over the recumbent Matt, Noah draped his rigid cock over Matt's upturned face:
"You ready, Cocksucker?"
Hoarsely:
"Been ready since the first time I saw you!"
Matt tilted his chin up and engulfed the meaty penis. He knew he was in for a throat-reaming vicious pounding.
The image of Noah's tall muscular body covering the shorter Matt's helpless spread-eagled form, and Matt's struggle to take the pounding Noah unleashed, haunted the masturbatory fantasies of The Ten for months, each one of them resolving that they too, would do push-ups over a willing Cocksucker.
Toward the end, when it was apparent even the power of Noah's arms and legs were ebbing, Will Chambers and Ken Branson got down on the floor on either side of the couple. Matt's hands had been flailing and flexing as he choked and gagged and endured the fury of uncontrollable masculinity, and each boy reached out to grab a hand, to hold it, to let it clench hard in endurance, to let Matt know his teammates would never abandon him. They locked fingers like lovers, not as captors, and held on tight to give him strength to finish the job, to accept the meat, to accept the creamy juice now overflowing his mouth.