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My dad always told me that everybody has a secret self within them, an identity that scared them and so they spent most of their life hiding from it. I never really believed him because...well because he was my dad and what could my dad know about anything?
Turns out he knew way more than I ever thought.
My name is Grayson Long and I know this isn't my story, but this is where I take control of it. I grew up listening to my dad go on about the philosophy of the blessed. No joke, that's what he calls it. It goes like this, God has a plan for everyone, but not everyone knows the plan. He gives some of us special gifts to share with the world in general. Some get looks, some get athleticism, and some, like my family, get cocks the size of forearms.
I knew I was different pretty early on. I was ten and was being watched by a neighborhood kid while my parents went out for date night. Everything was peachy keen until I took my bath and came down to watch some TV before I went to bed. I was wearing my Ninja Turtles PJ's and you know what? I like Ninja Turtles, fucking sue me ok? Am so tired of getting shit about my bedsheets.
Anyways, so I came down, the guy saw my bulge through the PJ's and just stared. He wasn't gay or a pervert or anything, he just thought there might be something wrong since I had lump in the front of my bottoms that looked like I was smuggling a banana or something. He pointed and asked if I was ok, I got embarrassed, thought he was making fun of me, ran upstairs and locked myself in my room.
He called my parents, they came home and my dad sat me down to have The Talk.
Not the sex talk, but the talk about how he was part donkey and I had inherited that from him and I needed to be aware growing up I was different. That night he explained that god had given us a gift, a real gift that people would react to no matter what. They would be awed by it, envious of it, angry about it, a while slew of emotions but they would always be affected by it.
Most of the talk was wasted on me but I got the gist of it, I was a freak and was never going to be normal.
As I got older it became apparent he was right on the money about it. Guys in the locker room would stare, gawk, laugh, point, drool, a million different reactions but not one of them ever ignored it. In junior high I became popular, and I couldn't figure out why. I had just started wrestling and a lot of the guys on the team really wanted to be friends with me. They were always complimenting me, asking me to spar with them, asking to sleep over.
I was jazzed, I mean who doesn't like to be popular? It was around this time I was introduced to sex as well, since most, if not all, of the guys who slept over ended up wanting to play with my thing. I'm not going to go into detail because, I mean why? But nearly all of my wrestling team had a go at my dick that first year, I had no idea what the fuck was going on. I didn't feel gay, but then I wasn't weirded out by it because what teenage boy doesn't like free sex?
I finally asked my dad what the hell was going on and that was when I learned the second part of his philosophy on life.
He explained that everyone had a secret self inside of them. A version of themselves that they hid from, lied about, and generally ignored. Some people, like me he said, liked being in charge. He could see that I liked power and the control I had over other guys, but I was unsure of it, scared of it, so I always backed away when I had it. He said that was my secret self, and one day I would need to step into it.
He then explained that most guys, at least the ones on my wrestling team, hid another type of person. These people wanted to serve, badly. They would never admit it, never say it out loud, they would fight it with every particle of their being, but in general the louder, stronger, meaner a guy was, the more likely he wanted to be told what to do something awful.
The other guys on the wrestling team, they wanted me to own them. They wanted me to use them, lord my dick over them until they submitted. They had no conscious idea about it, but inside, where it counted, that's what they craved, so they were drawn to me.
Yeah, I was weirded the fuck out.
Again, I was not half listening to him since most of what he was saying sounded like nonsense, so I didn't put much stock in it. My dad is some senior Vice President of marketing for this national chain of gyms across the country. Eden Fitness has locations all over the world and my dad is in charge of making sure new locations get the most of their advertising when moving into a new market.
When it came time for high school my dad gave me a gift.
He said he had five different locations in the country to choose from on where to go next, and that I got to pick since it would be my high school wrestling career that would be affected the most. It was super cool, I mean what freshman got to pick where his family ended up living?
He had offered to send me to the private school he went to, Eden Academy, but all of the things he talked about came from there and I was still in the headspace that it was just fucked up mumbo jumbo, so decided on public high school instead.
I had been watching Archie for a while.
He had been on ESPN for nationals one year and I had been at home watching, wishing one day I would be where he was. He was easily the best guy there for his age, he was a monster and the announcers all talked about him like he was a living god or something. He was only three years older than me but he was being talked about like he was a professional athlete already. So once I knew who he was, I ended up obsessing a little.
I Goolged him, pretty much stalked him in social media. I liked all his IG posts, saw any interview with him and when one of his friends started a TikTok I subscribed, hoping to see if Archie would be in one. There was something about him that drew me in, at first I thought it was just envy of wanting to be like him one day. The fame, the glory, the athletic ability...I mean that was the easy answer right?
But when he started sliding into my dreams, face down as I fucked him, I realized it might be a little more.
I still hadn't decided I was gay or not. I mean I had fooled around with a ton of guys, but I never really felt anything besides lust. Girls didn't really do it for me either, all of my other friends seemed all jacked up on pussy, but I was indifferent to all of it.
Except Archie King.
So when I got the chance to pick I chose Southern California so I could go to his high school. I knew he'd be a senior but the time I started but that gave me one year to learn from him. One year to become friends it's him, have him teach me, have him show me how to be him.
That of course never happened.
They say never meet your heroes, and they are fucking right. He was a complete asshole to me, the first time I met him in the coach's office I was struck by how fucking built he was and looked forward to one day looking like that. But then he opened his mouth and turned out to be a complete douchebag. It was a disappointment, since I had literally moved across country to be close to this guy, but nothing I could do now. We were here, just make the best of it.
And then I saw the prostate exam.
It was like nothing I had ever seen before. No porn I had ever witnessed moved me like that had. No handjob, blowjob, nothing, had turned me on as much as seeing him just lose it from two fingers. The doctor was completely professional about it, you could tell he knew Archie and his condition well, and looked at this as no more than a medical procedure. But I wasn't watching the doctor, I was watching Archie.
He wanted this, bad. I mean you could see the fucking stark hunger in his face when he came, the desire, the longing...and just like that I knew my dad had been right. There was someone else living inside Archie King, and he was doing his level best to run away from him.
I tired a few times to befriend him, talk to him, anything. But he ignored the shit out of me most of the times and the few times he did talk to me, he was a complete fucking tool. Him and his friends were just a group of assholes, so I gave up trying.
And then the first away match came up. Me and a few of the guys in my year were pretty excited about it, it would be our first match at a new school so we were nervous and excited at the same time. The week leading up to it all of us were filled with nervous energy and it came out as rough housing in the locker room after practice. I mean everyone did it, but we were freshmen, so it became a thing.
Cooper said something to Archie about it and Archie came screaming at us to knock that shit off. He screamed in front of everyone that we were acting like fags and should grow the fuck up already. And if we didn't, he'd kick each and every one of our asses. Everyone else on the team laughed at us and all of that hero worship melted away.
And at that moment I realized my dad had been right about me as well. Because even though I was mortified and embarrassed by being called out like that, something deep in me woke up, and wanted to punish him for what he had done. And just like that things changed. I started to come up with a plan, a scheme to be alone with him and fucking make him submit to me as punishment for what he had done.
There was no hesitation, no doubt, my mind was cold and calculating in figuring out how to make it a reality. I convinced the coach that Archie was training with me after school, and that I was going to be ready for the away match. So when we got to the hotel it was easy to convince him to switch the rooms since Archie wanted to make sure I was ready for the morning.
The rest you know.
Well almost.
See, the first few times I fucking loved owning him. That other me just got off on making him submit to me in more and more embarrassing and demanding ways. It was a punishment, a torture, a revenge even, nothing more. But as things went on I realized that wasn't exactly true.
One, he liked it. I mean he really liked it. He bitched and whined that he didn't, but there was that eagerness in his eyes when I told him what to do, just a feeling he was way too into this to be really upset. That and I realized that I really liked this asshole. I mean a lot. Sure it may look obvious to you on the outside but I hadn't even decided on a sexuality yet so to figure out I was falling in love with the guy I was pretty much blackmailing for sex was a surprise to me.
And he liked me too.
Sure he didn't admit it or say it out loud. But it was there, and neither one of us wanted to really admit it out loud yet.
Which brings us to now.
Me, standing over a weight bench with Cooper, naked, wrists bound to the weight bar. He was still out cold but he wouldn't be for long. I glanced over and saw Archie on his knees as Wyatt shoved his cock down his throat. Tony stood to the side, stroking his own hard dick waiting his turn. Archie had submitted to them as he had to Cooper, apologizing to them for they way he had treated them and gave them the opportunity to use him in any way they wanted to make things right.
Turns out the were pretty receptive to it and were enjoying my boyfriends mouth something fierce.
My boyfriend, he was really my boyfriend.
That made me smile as I looked back at Cooper.
I wasn't the person who had fingered Archie in a hotel room to get him off anymore. I wasn't that unsure kid who thought his dad talked a lot of bullshit anymore. I had gone back and reviewed everything I had been taught and found, with new eyes, just how right my dad had been. Some guys want to serve, they want to serve more than anything else. But their ego and fear prevent them from ever being able to admit it, and they end up miserable assholes who make other people's lives shitty.
Cooper wanted to submit so bad he could cry, it was up to me to get him to admit it now.
That was my true self it turns out. Unlike my dad, who got a power trip about it, I wasn't going to fuck Cooper to make myself better than him or to punish him. I was going to fuck Cooper to give him what he really wanted, to get him to look at himself in the mirror, and finally say the words out loud. This wasn't revenge, this wasn't punishment.
This was enlightenment.
I knelt down and pushed Cooper's muscled ass cheeks apart. He was a fit guy, just behind Archie in overall studness, one of the many things that plagued his ego. As they spread I saw my target, and I was struck by my father's words.
"Taking someone's virginity isn't a prize. If you are just fucking virgins to claim their cherry then you aren't deserving of it. Being someone's first is a gift, a gift that you should respect and cherish."
I hadn't done that with Archie, I had been in a bad place when I had fucked him the first time. But here, I was a different person, and looking at that untouched little pink hole I could see what my father was talking about. This wasn't a trophy or a souvenir, this was an honor and should be treated as such.
The first few licks did nothing, he was still too out of it to feel anything. But as I pushed into that virgin jock hole I could hear him stirring as my tongue penetrated him for the first time.
"Unnn..." he moaned, his head thrashing around aimlessly. As I pushed harder into him his moans grew louder and I felt his ass spasm, allowing me to enter him for a few seconds.
"Fuuccc..." he slurred as his eyes flew open, "What the...NO!" He screamed as his hole clenched down trying to stop me."
There were a lot of ways to do this, the easiest by far was to put the popper rag over his face and just zone him out. I could work his ass over and by the time he came to he'd have ten inches of freshman dick in him and he would be crying for more.
But later he'd claim he had been drugged.
No, if I wanted to do this right, I needed to go all the way, no shortcuts.
I stood up and he was panting, looking around in a panic. His eyes had locked onto Tony, slamming Archie's ass on one of the weight benches as Wyatt fed him his cock. I am sure there was a lot of shock in that reaction but there was pure lust as well. He couldn't look away as the two guys worked Archie over like the slut he was.
God I loved that guy.
"Hey Coop," I said in a friendly tone, "How you doing?"
He's eyes darted to me and I could see the literal confusion from not knowing who I was on sight. We had talked a dozen times, he had gotten jealous of me and still he had no idea who I was at first. The real me inside reminded myself when I was done he would never forget me again.
When I finally saw recognition on his face it was worth, "Fucking freshman fag, untie me!"
Wow he was a charmer.
"Tempting," I said pretending to consider it, "Counter offer, how about you suck my cock?"
He scoffed, "Fuck you, I'm not a fag!"
I shrugged, "Well no one said you are, but if we are going to talk about it," I leaned in, "We both know you're a little gay."
If looks could kill I'd be getting ready to go do karaoke with Lady Di.
"I'm no fag, that's your boyfriend over there," he gestured to the three guys completely lost in their own lust.
I glanced over and back, "Sure, I mean he's getting plowed so I think his sexuality isn't in question We were talking about you."
"What about me?"
"It's a simple question," I said unzipping my jeans, "Tell me this doesn't turn you on, and you can go."
I let my jeans fall to the floor and let my cock just hang there. You can say I'm bragging, but I know for a fact that my cock can stop a man cold in his tracks. Soft it is as thick as most guys hard, it lays there flaccid at just under six inches, dwarfing most normal guys completely hard. I made the joke to my dad once we had porn star dick and he just grinned and said, "Porn stars wish they had our dicks."
As always, he was right.
So I just let it lie there and watch as Cooper fixated on it. At first it's disgust, a normal straight guy reaction to another guy flashing his junk. There is a wince and a turning away of the head...and then he pauses...and slowly turns back. His eyes get wide and I swear to god I can see his pupils dilate from here as his mouth drops open and he just basks in the awe that is my dick.
Seeing him silently drool gets me excited and slowly, my dick starts to wake up. The head expands, the shaft slowly fills as it rises off my balls and begins its long trek skyward. As it rises Cooper holds his breath, looking like he is witnessing a miracle. The more he stares the harder I get until I feel my cock throb at full mast, begging me to let it fuck something.
Spoiler alert, I plan on doing just that.
I take a hold of my base and slowly work my hand up and down the bottom five inches and smile, "Cat got your tongue?"
He blinks and shakes his head, looking away quickly, "Dude get that thing away from me."
"You sure? You sure that's what you want?" I ask, not moving an inch.
After a few seconds he looks back and finds himself face to face with the biggest dick he will ever see in real life. He's struck mute again as he just stares and another of my dad's lessons is proven true.
"Males are pack animals," he told me when I asked why so many guys who had a girlfriend still were obsessed about my junk. "In any pack there is a hierarchy, a pecking order of power that everyone understands on some level. Sometimes it's bravado, others it's physique based, but no matter what it is based on, all males respond to one thing above all else."
Dick size, he told me dick size trumps every other indicator of power that men respect. You can be young, weak, small, quiet and more, but if you have a big dick, they will subconsciously defer to you every time. And as I stood there, my cock hovering over Cooper's face it was plain as day he was subdued by my cock size. He was stunned actually, his brain screaming for him to stop looking and to ignore it as his hidden self tries to wrestle his thoughts to the ground so he can submit to me. So he can give up and get what he actually wants.
What he has always wanted.
"Come on Cooper," I said, slapping his face with ten inches of freshman dick, he flinches from shock but he also doesn't turn his head. He felt the weight of it against his cheek and was realizing that this wasn't an illusion or trick of light, I was this big and he was in love with it. "Tell me this doesn't turn you on and we're done here."
Eyes still locked he speaks in a voice that sounds like it is from a little boy, unsure of every syllable he is uttering "I'm not turned on."
I smack his face again,, "You sure?"
He nods in a daze, no longer trusting himself to talk.
"If you're sure," I said, pressing my cock down, the head trailing across his closed mouth. My tip slides across the line of his mouth, precum streak doubling as lipstick as I move it back and forth, "I guess I was wrong."
I hold it still on his lips, and press it forward swiftly. Our eyes meet as I push forward, and as if in a trance his lips part and the head of cock slips into his mouth. He closes his eyes and moans as he feels my tip cover his tongue, just resting there in his mouth like a plum sized pacifier begging to be sucked.
"Lick it," I command in a voice that lets him know we aren't going to waste any more time with debate.
I feel his tongue swirl around the circumference and I smile, knowing he is mine.
I push in further and another moan escapes his throat as he realizes with his hands tied he can do nothing more than serve. I slid the first four inches of my dick across his tongue, back and forth, back and forth. "Cover your lips," I feel him comply instantly and know, I'm not going to have any trouble with him.
I did this for a while, not to get myself off, but to get him accustomed to doing as I said. I don't choke him or force anymore that he is ready for. This is the first dick he's had in his mouth, I just needed him to get his feet wet. I pull my dick back and his head follows, when it leaves his mouth his tongue trails out of his mouth and he looks up at me with questioning eyes, wondering what he did wrong.
"You want more?"
He nodded and I leaned down and undid his wrists, "Go for it."
His hands grabbed my ass and pulled me down to the bench as he reached up with his mouth and went back to sucking me. He licked up and down my shaft, both hands holding me steady as he worked, he acted like a kid with an all day sucker from the way he went at it. He let making sounds, they were hard to explain but he sounded like...a pig? He kept making these grunting sounds as he went from one end to the other. And when he milked a bead of precum out of my tip his mouth would scurry to lick it up, work my slit and then go back to the rest.
It was like he had been doing this his whole life.
I pulled back and he grabbed at me again, desperate to get my dick back into his mouth but this wasn't fun yet. We were still training.
"Stop," I barked in the same tone I'd use for a dog and he froze. He was naked on the weight bench, sitting up, breathing hard as he stared at me with pure lust in his eyes. "You know why we're here?"
He shook his head, his pupils blown out like he was stoned, he was way into this.
"You`ve been lying to yourself Coop, to yourself and everyone around you. We need to find the truth."
He nodded, "Anything..."
"Cooper, he looked into my eyes, "You're in love with Archie."
He blinked twice and you could see the words break his daze as he shook his head, "What? No, no I'm not..." then he had to stop because he was just sucking my cock so saying he wasn't gay was a bad move, "I'm not in love with him."
I took a step closer to him, "You are, and that's ok."
He kept shaking his head, but his eyes had dropped to my cock again, "No...it's not like that..."
"You would watch him, dream about it...jerk off to it," I said, stroking my own spit soaked cock with one hand, "It's ok, you can admit it."
He stopped shaking his head and sat there, looking like he had been hit in the head.
"You wanted to be with him and when he was an asshole, you got resentful. You wanted him to be with you but instead he fucked girl after girl, ignoring you and the guys. Taking you all for granted...when all you wanted was him to look at you like that. Right?"
No response, just a half open mouth and blank stare at my cock.
"It's ok Cooper," I took another step, my dick was right there next to his face, "You can admit it now."
He looked like he hiccuped, his entire body moving for a moment. It took me a second to realize he was sobbing, "I didn't want to be a fag..."
The emotion took me by surprise and I sat down across from him on the bench, "Cooper, it's ok. No one is telling you to be anything...just admit you are in love with him."
He looked up at me and nodded, tears running down his face.
I smiled, "See? That's your truth, that's why he wanted you here."
He looked over and saw both Tony and Wyatt fucking Archie, both of their cocks slamming into him as one.
I moved his face to look at me again, "That's why he wanted you here."
He nodded.
My hand went down to this throat, "I had a whole other reason."
His eyes got wide as I squeezed and lowered him back onto the bench.
"You used him, you could have gotten him disqualified for nationals. You hurt him and it's only dumb luck that it didn't destroy him." He was laying on his back now, his hands grabbing my wrist, but not fighting me. His cock was raging hard and we both knew I could have choked him if I wanted to. "You hurt my man Cooper...you have to pay for that."
You could see the small spark of defiance, the one last moment of his masculinity flare as he got told off by a kid three years younger than him. A half second where he wasn't going to go along with this, he was going to fight and put me in my place, he was sure of it.
So I let go and stood up, standing over him with my cock bearing down on his face.
And just like that he was awed again...he went from raging to timid, from growling to purring, from a defiant straight guy to what he had been all the time.
Another jock pussy.
"Get on all fours, now," I snapped.
He hesitated for only a second and then got up on the bench, ass pointing out to me, presenting his virginity to me like the sacred prize it was.
"Put your head on the bench, both hands, pry your ass open."
He slowly lowered his head down and reached back with both hands, and pulled his ass cheeks apart, I could hear a small whimper come from him as his old self screamed at him to stop this, to get up to not let this kid rape you.
Except it wasn't rape, and we both knew it.
I lowered my head to his ass and gently began to lick around his hole. The gasp he let out was as erotic as all fuck, nothing like hearing a straight jock realize that he has had a pussy the entire time, just dying to be licked. I danced around his little, jock hole, moving over the surface of it, eliciting chills from him as I worked. This was another one of my father's lesson when it became apparent I was becoming sexual active.
"Look Gray, I'm not here to tell you how or how to screw. I trust you are smart enough to be safe and to pick your partners carefully. But let me give you a small piece of advice. A lot of people are going to be drawn to your dick, it's human nature. But craving a giant cock and talking one are two different things. Some people's eyes are bigger than their ass or cunts, so you need to learn to do more than just shoving your cock into them."
"Like?" I had asked.
He unrolled his tongue and I instantly got it.
As I worked Cooper's ass over I could tell all my practice was well spent. By the time I was pushing the tip of my tongue into him, he was panting like a dog, practically begging me to go further. The very first time you feel a tongue in you is life altering. That warmth in that place, that place that is never thought of for pleasure by straight people...the moment you feel the nerves and the pleasure...things are forever altered in your brain.
Straight guys worry about pain and the humiliation from getting fucked, but once you have a tongue up their ass they begin to doubt their convictions something fierce. Which comes to another lesson I had ignored.
Most men are hedonists, plain and simple.
Men craved pleasure, all of them, all of the time. If you can get a guy off they behave like a stray dog you fed, they will follow you around waiting for more without fail. It's why the first time you fuck a straight guy you have to go super slow and make sure you have tools to help. My dad has this lube that deadens pain, which helps for discomfort and lets you last a super long time since your own cock is numbed as well. You can fuck for days with that lube if you want, and the guy you're fucking will never forget it. Also the popper rags helped as well, there was a lot of cherry popping at Eden so they had these packs of three rags that anyone could use to help them get through it.
The desire to just shove my cock into Cooper and hear him scream was strong, but this wasn't just about getting back for what he did to Archie. Cooper had walked the earth for far too long thinking he was something he wasn't. I didn't just want to fuck this guy, I wanted to break him. I wanted to shatter him in ways that he would never recover from. I wanted him to crave my cock the same way a crack whore craved a hit. I wanted him to find his best self riding a cock and to leave this place with a hungry pussy that could never be fed.
He would pay for what he had done, but he would always remember how happy he was with a cock in his ass.
He was grunting again , pushing back onto my face, forcing as much of my tongue into him as he could. The humiliation of being face down in the gym getting eaten out by a freshman was thick in his head and I could tell, like Archie, he was getting off on it. He wanted to be owned, he needed to be used.
He was dying to get fucked.
Once I had his ass coated with my spit I stood up and slapped that firm ass, "Ok, get up."
He scrambled up, his face flush as he wiped the drool off his chin.
I sat down on the bench, my back to the weight bar, I pointed to my backpack, "There's lube in there, grab it."
He tore through my stuff and pulled out my dad's special lube. He held it up and I nodded.
"Come get me ready," I said, looking down at my throbbing cock.
He moved over and started to squirt out a handful of the gel and moved his hand up and down my cock. I felt the tingle of the numbing affect and knew I could last for a fucking year now if I wanted to. "Pour it on two fingers and shove them up your ass, deep."
It was a humiliating order, especially coming from someone younger than him. But he did as I asked I saw him reach back and wince slightly as he began to finger himself. He knelt there, rubbing it in when he looked up at me, "It tingles..."
I nodded, "Ok come on," I said gesturing for him to climb up.
He put the lube down and straddled the bench, looking at me.
"Hop up," I said holding my arms out, "You're gonna set the pace."
He stood up and moved over my cock, he steadied his hands on the weight bar as I moved his hips over my weeping dick. He looked scared as he slowly lowered himself down. When my head touched his ass he jumped a bit, I had to hold him still like I would a nervous horse.
"Shhhh..."I said calmly, "You can do this."
"I...I don't know if I want to..." he whined.
I grabbed his hard cock "Look at this! You want this Cooper...you need it. Now stop fucking around."
He couldn't deny he was turned on, sighing he closed his eyes and began to lower himself again. I felt his cheeks press against my cockhead and then part as he pushed down. He paused when he felt me press up against his hole, knowing there was no turning back from this.
"You want this," I reminded him.
He took a deep breath and pushed...forcing my cock inside of him.
Thank god for the special lube or I might have shot right then and there. He was so tight, fucking incredibly tight. It was like an oven up inside of him as he felt my cock crush his hole and start to shove the muscle of his ass out of the way. Normally he would have been screaming his head off, my cock hurts no matter how many times you've been fucked, ask Archie. But for a virgin, my dick was a new level of hell. But he clenched his jaw and kept pushing, forcing inch after inch into his virgin jock ass. My hands were on his waist, balancing him, but he was fucking himself completely, I wasn't pushing down at all.
"Fuck..." he whined at about five inches, His eyes were still closed and he was starting to sweat, "You're fucking huge..."
"You love it don't you?"
He kept his eyes closed as he nodded and took another deep breath.
I let him work, knowing the humiliation of him lowering himself on to my cock was more than any taunts I could throw at him. He knew what he was doing and he knew what it meant. He started out as a curious, straight jock when he felt me enter him, but as half of my cock filled his ass he knew he would never be that again. As seven inches then eight went my dick passed where the lube had coated so he paused with a hiss of pain. But he didn't ride up, he didn't try to back off of it. Instead he took a few deep breathes and then soldered on, wanting to feel me in him, needing to know he could take the whole thing,
A couple of my old fiends had been like this, straight as an arrow but so fucking turned on by my dick that sooner or later it came to this. Them needing to know what it felt like up in their cunt. It went past a sexual experience, it was a right of passage, a test, a way of proving to themselves that they could do it.
At nine inches he paused again, he had been whimpering with every movement and now he was just staying still...trying to focus past it.
"Hey," I said, and he opened his eyes, "You look so fucking hot right now," and I leaned in and kissed his neck. He did look hot, that wasn't a lie but he needed reassurance, he needed an ego boost to know that this was a good thing, to remind him that there was pleasure at the end of this pain. As I nibbled he moaned and threw his head back, letting me gnaw where I wanted. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into my mouth, marking him as I went, leaving hickie after hickie, making him my bitch, proclaiming him as my slut.
I felt his ass relax as I chewed and I could hear him respond to the pleasure and pain all at once. I liked his ear, tongue fucked the small hole, causing him to start babbling, yes and oh fuck and so much more. As I worked his neck and ear I moved over and kissed him, and felt him freeze.
This was the part that always busted me up about these guys.
Here he was, nine inches of my cock in him, letting me fucking leave a trail of hickies on him, but kissing me was too far for him. His mouth remained closed for a moment so I held tighter to his hips and shoved him down the last inch.
"Ohhhh!" He called out and I began to kiss him. As his ass muscles fluttered around my cock I felt the fact he had taken all of me start to sink in, and he began to kiss me back. Tentatively at first but as my tongue invaded his mouth he slowly began to return the favor. Within a minute we were completely making out, my ten inches wedged into his jock ass as he slowly began to go into heat from the sexual overload.
I raised him up an inch by his waist and his tongue froze as he let out a whine...and then let him go. He slid the two inches down and he cried out, "Ohh.....shit....."
I raised hm again and this time he held on to the weight bar or leverage, and when I let him go he pushed himself down, letting lose another string of curse words.
"Oh fucking shit...fuck...you're so big...." He panted as I raised him again, this time four inches and again he lowered himself onto me, his eyes closed in concentration as he slowly began to pick up speed until he wasn't waiting for me to lift him any more. My grip went back to just stabilizing him as I watched Cooper begin to ride my cock like the jock whore he was.
"Shit...shit.." he would puff out with each slam onto my cock, "Oh yeah...fuck me...ohhhh..."
His whines were like fucking candy.
"Yeah there you go," I said, urging him on, "That's it...come on Coop...show me how much you love this."
"Unnn....unnn...." He cried out as he was now sliding six inches in and out of his little ass at a time, the sound of his ass impacting with my waist were like applause for a job well done. I let him go on like this for a while, letting his ass get used to my cock, letting his mind get used to my presence, allowing the new Cooper to slowly wake up.
"Fuck yea, fuck yeah..." he said now rising eight inches off of me and then slamming down, his ass was a well oiled machine now, he was riding me like a fucking two dollar whore.
I took my hands off his waist, grabbed his arms and pulled them off the weight bar, his eyes flew open as I pushed him back onto the wright bench, pulling his arms over his head and then slamming my cock into his upturned ass.
"FUCKK!!" He cried out, my cock stretching all new parts of his virgin ass. Again his eyes closed as he slammed his head back against the weight bench as I fucked him.
He had gone from being in control fo the speed and power of the fuck to being nothing more than a fucking hole for me to pulverize. His thick, muscular legs were spread wide as I pushed down on his perfect pecs, introducing him to all ten inches of my cock one slam at a time.
"Fucking....slut..." I roared with each hit, his hard cock burped precum each time I hit his pussy. He couldn't talk any more, his head was like a rag doll as I just fucked him to death. "This is what you are...a fucking hole...a fucking cum dumpster..." I screamed, sliding nine and half inches out before reversing and impaling him on my entire length, "You belong to me now, you will do what I say...right? RIGHT COOPER!"
"Yes...oh fuck yes...." He moaned, most likely not even sure what he was saying, "Yours...."
"This is my fucking pussy," I said grabbing his ankles and spreading them like a wishbone, allowing me even more access to his abused hole.
"Ohhh....fuck...oh yeah..."
"Tell me what you are Cooper!"
"Yours...I'm yours..."
"No Cooper...what are you?"
He thrashed his head around, like he was trying to say no but I just kept hammering him, faster and faster, harder nod harder...literally fucking a confession out of him.
"You my good girl Coop?'
"No..no....unnn...." He muttered as I began to clip his prostate with my thrust.
"You my good girl?" I asked as I moved my angle and punched him hard into his spot.
"FUCK!! I'M A GOOD GIRL...OH FUCK KID...ME...I'M YOUR GIRL...."
"Your cunt feel good?'
"So good...oh fucking so good...oh fuck my pussy...oh I'm close...please..."
"You want daddy to make you cum?"
His eyes flew open as he looked up at me, "Please daddy...please..."
"You gonna be a good girl...:"
He nodded frantically, "Always...please..."
I scoped him up under his armpits and brought him back to sitting again as I pushed my hips off the bench. He came slamming down on all ten inches of my freshman cock. He made a small squeak as his cock erupted cum everywhere. I felt his muscular body shake as his ass claimed down on my cock with his orgasm, the warm shower of cum was like a baptism as he threw his head back and just screamed.
"FUCKING YES...OH FUCK....FUCK ME...FUCK ME...." There was no way I could hold my own orgasm off. His previously virgin hole was squeezing my cock like it was in a velvet vice, I blew out his guts with my load, filling his ass completely and then feeling it drip down the side of my cock as it overflowed.
Cooper kept fucking himself, milking every last drop of cum out of his dick before he went back to kissing me, lavishing me with sloppy kiss after kiss like a dog that was overjoyed to see it's master. This was no longer the cocky, asshole who fought with Archie about who was going to be top dawg, this wasn't a straight, studly wrestler that could pull down any pussy he wanted. As I kissed him back it was pretty clear who and what Cooper was.
He was my jock slut a broken ass and a compliant mind, who would do anything I asked at any time. As he slowed down, kissing me deeply and passionately, it was clear to both of us exactly what he was.
He was my good girl...and he had never been so happy before.
And just as fast I stood up, throwing him off the weight bench and my cock, depositing in him to the floor with a thump. He looked at me in shock and I looked down at him and smiled, "Who's next?"
And standing above Cooper was the naked bodies of his best friends, hard cocks, covered in sweat and cum, and a primal look of lust in their eyes as they stared. Cooper swallowed hard as he realized they weren't lookin at him like a friend or even as a human.
He was a hole, a hole waiting to be filled.
When Archie plunged his cock into him, Cooper didn't even protest, he just let out a small whine as he started to get fucked again.
And that people, is why you never fuck with my boyfriend.
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