The Tight End

By chris Andy

Published on May 29, 2004

Gay

THE TIGHT END Part 4 (Auth--t/m--NC--anal/oral/hs)

by Chris Andy

Tony told me to meet him after football practice in the locker room. I went there filled with apprehension. As our 'relationship' progressed, Tony became more and more of a bully. Gone were the 'fun' times we had as just buddies--now, he ruled me, used me and sometimes even made me have sex with Herkie when I wasn't at all wanting to. I felt like a whore.

I went into the locker room--it was always a delightful experience for me--like a kid in a candy store!-- and went over to Tony's locker. Trying not to be obvious, I glanced around the room. In the locker bay opposite, I saw Herky. He smirked and fiddled with his dick and balls. I glared at him. 'He knows better.' I thought.

"What dya want, Tony?" I asked.

"What do I always want, cocksucker?" Tony answered. He was naked. His body glistened with football practice sweat and his semi- hard cock poked out from jos curly, dark pubes.

"We can't do that here." I stuttered.

"Sure we can, fag. But we're not. We're goin' to a party at your place," Tony grinned, pulling on his foreskin.

My eyes followed his arm down to his hand--and down to the object of my worship.

"A party?" I asked.

"Yeah," Tony said, grinning as he noticed my eyes, glued to his dick. "Jesus! You never get enough of my cock, do ya, slut?"

"No, sir." I said.

"Well, I got a big surprize for ya, queerboy. Pick any one of these senior studs to join me and Herk at a 'gala' dick suckin' party," he said, laughing at my facial expression.

"Huh?" I said, stunned.

"Yeah, Herk and me decided it was time for you to 'expand your horizons' as you always tell us to do in class." he said. "So pick somebody. Who elses prick you been cravin'? Who d'ya wanna blow?"

"Tony...don't make me..." I pleaded.

Tony got that evil, cold look in his eyes that told me I'd better not 'fuck with him, now.'

"When I get you home, I'm gonna fuckin' kick your ass so hard--you're gonna hafta walk backwards," Tony said through his teeth. "Now fuckin' pick some one!"

I looked around at he veritable smorgasbord of hot football studs. There was Rusty--a senior running back. The dude was beautiful! Flame-red hair, green eyes, long, full eyelashes , chiseled cheekbones and a full mouth. His body rivaled Tony's in studliness.

Next to Rusty was Bradley, a stocky fullback whose bulging thighs and powerful legs carried his well-proportioned body. He had pecs that jutted out over washboard abs. All of that was covered with a thin layer of chest hair. He was kinda shy and wore his black, curly hair in old-fashioned bangs. What a tasty dish!

Across the room was Chuck (or Chas as he preferred to be called) Chas with the incredible dark blue, bedroom eyes. Lookin' at him, I threw wood. What a fuckin' body on that hunk--long and slender, but ripped with muscle.

"Well, who'll it be, Mr. L.?" Herky asked, breaking me outta my immoral thoughts.

"Well--a--a--ah...."I uttered.

"C'mon, fag. Pick someone." Tony ordered. "Or I'll tell Dave Laning to come over."

I cringed in horror! Dave Laning had tons of pimples, was fat and smelled bad! But I knew Tony would pick him if I didn't hurry. So I said, "I'll pick Rusty!"

"Hey, Rusty--you won, dude!" Herkie yelled.

"Shut the fuck up, Hurdzan!" Tony grumbled.

Rusty grinned from ear to ear. Probably Herkie had already told him the 'scoop!' Actually, I didn't mind. The possibility of swinging from that hot stud's wiener made me grin, too.

We walked out to my car and Tony told me to get in the backseat with Rusty. Herky sat up front with Tony.

"I'll drive, cunt." Tony said.

"What's up, Tony?" Rusty asked, not sure whether or not he'd heard Tony calling Mr. L. a 'cunt.'

"Not much, dude. We're off to my bitch's condo for a party." Tony laughed.

"Your bitch?" asked Rusty. "Mr. L.?"

"Yeah, he's my bitch. He sucks me off whenever I want and takes my dick up his boycunt whenever I can't get no real pussy." Tony explained.

"Wow!" Rusty said. "I didn't even know Mr. L. was gay!"

"He wasn't, man. Till I showed him what his mouth and twat were for."

"Twat?" Rusty asked.

"Yeah," Herky interrupted, "Hey cocksucker. Strip down and show Rusty your pussy!" "Yessir." I said, not daring to disobey Herky in case Tony was in a really bad mood and was fixing to beat me!

I stripped and lay back in the seat next to Rusty. Then I threw my legs back, put my naked feet on the ceiling and thrust my asshole-cunt out for Rusty to see.

"Jesus!" Rusty shrieked. "He's fuckin' smoother than my 5 year old sister. It looks just like a twat!"

"And tighter than any twat you ever fucked, boy!" laughed Tony.

"Hey, homo." Herky said to me. "Take Rusty's big ol' schlong outta his pants and suck him off. He's horny as a fuckin' toad!"

"Yessir, "I said, reaching for the zipper on Rusty's jeans.

"Here, Mr. L.," Rusty said. "Let me help." And he lifted his butt offa the seat to help me get his pants down.

"Just call him--' bitch!' " Herky said.

"Or--'cunt', " Tony said. "Forget the Mister shit."

"O. K." Rusty said. "But I kinda got to get used to that!"

I loved Rusty for that comment. Unlike my 'studboy' and his buddy, maybe he'd regard me as more than a 'hole!'

His dick lay on the inside of his muscular thighs (fuck--I love football thighs!). It was fatter than I thought and I kissed his smooth, purple-reddish cockhead and began to lick up and down the shaft. 'Jesus!' I thought, breathing in the heady jock-boy smell I craved. I fuckin' love suckin' teen cock!'

"MMMMM--man! Feels fuckin' awesome!' Rusty sighed, spreading his legs and directing me to lick his balls.

"Wait'll you fuck him, bro," Tony said. "He fuckin' goes crazy with a cock in his boypussy. Rub his prostate and he shoots cum without touchin' his littleboy peter."

"Yeah, shit, man!" Herky agreed. "The bitch is happiest with a cock stuck in both ends--mouth and twat. Tony rams that big dago prick of his up his bitch slit--and when fagboy, here, shoots--it feels like he'll suck my dick off!"

"Like a hoover, dudes!." Rusty moaned, pulling my head off his nuts and aiming his pecker for my mouth. His stiff, fat cock was thicker than I thought and his pre-cum was sweeter than Tony's or Herky's.

I set about giving him the best 'head job' I knew how--and I'd learned plenty since Tony 'forced' me to suck him off several weeks ago. I gently took hold of his cock and slid it down my throat to the pubes. With my tongue, I swirled around the piss slit, ever so slowly, savoring this time worshipping his manhood. I fuckin' loved serving this boy's beautiful body. I truly was a cock slut!

I felt Rusty's pecker swell and knew I'd be getting a mouthful of sweet boyjuice. "Ahhhh---Fuck---I'm cummin'!--swallow my jizz, fagboy!" Rusty said. I swallowed fast and licked him clean.

"Ah--jesus!--that was infuckincredible! Best blow job I ever had!" Rusty said.

"Wait'll you fuck 'im, man!" Herky said.

Damn! I thought--I guess I'm about to get the third cock up my boypussy as Tony made me call it.

It's only a short ride from the school to my condo and, soon, Tony pulled my BMW into my garage. I gently tucked Rusty's cock back inside his jeans and boxers.

Tony opened the car door, climbed out and kinda danced to the kitchen door singing, "We're havin' a party! A get your cock sucked party!"

Herky and Rusty joined in, "A cocksucker's party!"

The three football hunks entered my condo and closed the door in my face, leaving me out in the garage. I knocked. The guys had my CD player turned up to 9--and the sounds of Linkin Park boomed. So, I pounded on the door.

Rusty heard and finally opened the door. "Yes?" he grinned. Man--I thought--What beautiful eyes--and what a smile!

"Rusty," I said. Let me in, man!"

"Sure, Mr. L--uh--a-a-a... bitch...." Rusty stammered (god--I loved this boy!)

"Is that the cunt?" Tony bellowed, ripping the door further open. "What do ya want, slut?"

"Tony, I wanna come in, dude." I said. "Please let me in."

Tony slapped my face hard. It hurt like hell and I looked at him And he smacked me again. And again. My face was on fire.

"Wha....?" I sputtered.

"Hey, twat." Tony asked. "When a pussy enters the condo with his masters, what should he be wearing?"

"Um....uh...a....Nothing. A twat should be naked." I said, spouting off one of Tony's many rules.

"That's right--you dumb cunt! And are you naked?" he asked.

"No sir." I said, and hung my head.

"Well--get naked, hole--and maybe we'll let you in. Tony said, slamming the door. I could hear laughter behind the door.

I stripped as quickly as I could, tossed my clothes into the car and knocked again.

"Yes?" Tony asked.

"May I come in, now? I asked.

"Are you naked, pussyboy?" he asked.

"Yessir," I said. "Please let me in, sir." I begged, listening to the guys snicker at me subservience.

"What will you do for us if we let you in, cocksucker?" Tony asked.

"Will you suck my cock and swallow my jism?" Herky asked.

"Yessir." I answered.

"Will you eat out my ass, boy?" Tony asked.

"Yessir." I answered to the groans of the guys and comments such as"That's sick" and "Jeez, homo. have you no pride?"

"Will you let Rusty and Chaz fuck you without bitchin' and moanin' and actin' like you don't like it--which you fuckin' do! You like cocks more than you like breathin'! "

After a slight pause, as if I had to really think about it, I said, "Yessir." Shit! I'd let those hot studs fuck me all night and into tomorrow. They're both dollbabies!

"C'mon in, cum slut!" Herky commanded.

When I entered my condo, I was startled to see Herky and Tony standing with their jeans down around their ankles. They were facing each other and their hard dicks were kinda crossed like swords are at a wedding in Annapolis!

Rusty was sitting on the couch in his U of K sweatshirt with his peter hard and and sticking out from his zipper. Beside him was Chas who was also brandishing a swollen prick that rose out of his Levis. Besides thinking, 'yummy', I wondered how Chas had gotten into the condo. Anyway, I guessed one of the guys must have let him in the front door.

"You happy to see Chas, queerboy?" Tony asked.

I just kinda nodded.

"Of course you are, you fuckin' faggot! You can't get enough cock, can ya, boy?" Tony laughed.

"Get over here and suck our dicks. We got 'em side by side for ya." Herky said.

"Your mouth oughta be able to swallow 'em both--blowboy!" Tony said.

I fell to my knees and began servicing both peters. God! I was in heaven. I looked over to the couch--Rusty and Chas had a bubble of pre-cum on their aroused peckers.! What more could I ask for?

TO BE CONTINUED


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