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I woke up spooning the kid from behind.
We were nestled together like a fucking married couple, my arms were around him, head resting next to his...my first reaction was to jump out of bed and take a shower in turpentine, but I stopped myself. I forced myself to lay there, and really get a feel for the situation.
This felt...nice. I mean it didn't suck, sure it as a guy, but I had a feeling I was going to have to get over that. Or do I? Shit man, I don't want to be gay. I just wanted to finish this year on top and then pick the college of my choice. And to do that I needed to get my fix or I wouldn't be for shit. And so far this kid seemed to fix me up good.
But fuck, why all the other stuff?
I was losing it, I mean I asked him to fuck me in my own back seat! I mean sure I fucked him instead but that shouldn't make it better! The first person I tagged in my jeep was a freshmen guy? Jesus Christ, I couldn't keep doing this. Or could I?
FUCK!
I slowly slid my arm out from under his and did my best to get out of bed without waking him. My legs were a little wobbly under me and I felt slightly hungover...which was from him fucking the living cum out of me until I passed out. I remember riding him with the pull up bars...him saying something...
I shook my head and went to take a piss.
I had rode his cock, literally did pull-ups on his dick as he made me moan. The thought I didn't like but the memory I did. It was just flat out weird, I was getting hard from reliving it and sick to my stomach as I did. Was I always going to be this way? Was I going to have to go to some rehab for getting fucked?
Shit I was in deep.
I was hard as fuck so I decided to take a shower and stroke one out before breakfast. I got under the water and felt it fall over my body. God I was horny. I began to fist my cock, thinking about anything but the kid fucking me. Hot girls, naked girls, fucking two naked girls...come on man! I got off fucking the kid, I didn't need my spot for that. Just let me cum normally!!
But it was a no go. My dick seemed bored as hell by my hand and just went back to sleep. Leaving me with a sore arm and a hard cock that wouldn't shoot. Man I was all worked up, I was going to be like this all fucking day unless I popped one off.
Fuck me, I was going to go have to do it all over again.
I dried off and made sure again my door was locked. He was still asleep under the covers, I pulled them back and rolled him over on his back. I had to admit, the kid was stacked. His body was nic and tight, toned as fuck, a little meat and he would be a complete stud in anyone's book. His cock was sticking straight up, no doubt a raging piss hardon, just what the doctor ordered. I grabbed some lotion from under my bed and stoked up his pole and then my ass. I straddled him, feeling his head slip through my muscular ass, until it hit my hole. I slowly pushed back, readying myself for the pain.
Fuck this always hurt. See this is living proof I wasn't meant to do this. If I was supposed to be fucked my ass would be a lot easier to get into. But every time I had to force his fucking horse cock into my hole no matter how much I wanted it. It popped in and I hissed, waiting for the pain to fade. Slowly I began to inch down on that beast, half inch by half inch, the walls of my ass screaming as usual but nothing I couldn't handle.
Once I was all the way on it I settled and lout of a deep sigh.
Jesus this kid's cock...I am never going to get over how fucking full it made me feel. It was like a missing part of my ass almost, it was just...
Fuck that, let's get this over with.
I raised off his dick slightly, keeping myself at the right angle, I counted down in my head 3, 2...
"Oh fuck..." I moaned quietly. My parents were probably awake, this was not how I wanted them to find me. But fuck me, I pushed down and dragged his cockhead over my spot violently. I closed my eyes ass I pulled back and then down harder, trying to get more of it in me. I was making small moaning sounds, each time his cock made a circuit my brain would flash out for a second with pleasure and I'd need to ride it all over again.
I was going pretty fast now, my ass had no resistance to the elephant up my ass and I went wild. I could hear myself mutter, "Yes...yes...oh fuck harder..." under my breath as I started to lose my mind slowly. Each stroke, each inch of his dick, erased more and more of me, until all that was left was a fucking whore. A naked, unabashed slut that wanted nothing more than to feel this huge cock punch it's way into my ass over and over again.
All of my complaints, reservations, worries I had this morning were gone. My head was filled with nothing but happy, I would do anything for this kid right now. Anything he asked, I belonged to his cock heart and soul and I didn't care who knew it.
I felt his hands grab my waist and I opened my eyes to see him staring up at me.
"Morning," he said with a smile as he slammed his hips up.
The slow, casual pace I had been fucking myself with was shattered as his dick plunged deep within me, sending electrical sparks throughout my body, making me shiver. My ass automatically slammed back to meet his thrust, I was beyond doing anything that complicated on purpose right now. All I could do was moan and beg for more.
"Someone woke up a slut this morning didn't they?' He asked as he fucked my ass.
I nodded, "So good...fuck so good..."
"I think this should be our morning routine. We switch spending the night at each other's place, and you wake me up by begging for my cock."
"Yeah...yeah..." I whined. "Fuck me, fuck me more..."
"You wanna wake up and be my whore?"
Another nod, "Such a whore, fuck your whore...please..."
"God look at you," he marveled as I raised my hands over my head, riding that magnificent cock like it was a roller coaster. I just bounced up and down like the fucking brain dead slut I was. There was nothing for me to do but get fucked, that was my life, my purpose. I could feel the smile on my face as I just reveled in each inch he slammed into my little jock ass as hard as he could.
"Look to your left" he said. I didn't even understand the words until he bucked into me hard, "Look to your left."
I looked over and saw my mirror, and then saw myself.
Oh fuck...that was me?
It was like looking at a stranger, fucking muscle body, cut and, huge dick slapping a tight 8 pack as I moved. I looked perfect, every line, every muscle, every pore of my skin was just perfect. I was sweating and the glisten made me look unreal. The look of complete and utter pleasure on my face made me look stoned. My mouth hung open as my eyes were barely open. I could see every muscle move as I pushed back onto the kid's cock. I just watched myself get fucked, and slowly, started to get turned on by it.
"Yeah see...look at my muscle slut. See how much you like it?" He mocked as he sped up his thrusts.
I whimpered as I kept staring myself in the eyes, trapped by watching myself get debased like this. Look at me! I was a fucking stud! I was what every guy at our school wanted to look like and I was pushing back on some freshman's cock like a goddamn cum whore.
Because I was, I was a cum whore.
The thought seared my brain and I felt another wave of pleasure move through me as I started to berate myself silently. I was a fucking whore, look at me, moaning, grinding, begging this kid to make me his fucking toy. He reached up and grabbed my pecs, he was saying something but I couldn't hear him over my own thoughts.
Look at you, a fucking slut just letting this kid play with your tits. Look at the way I squirm as he twisted my nipples, the pain shooting more pleasure through me as I feel my ass buck back even harder.. A fucking dirty whore, I used to be a stud...I used to tear pussy up! Girls would drool as I walked by and where I was...drooling over this cock.
I could see my face clench as I got closer to cumming. I looked so fucking weak, so much like a girl about to be bred. Even that turned me on because I was, I was this kids fucking girlfriend and he was going to get me pregnant. He was going to shoot his freshman babies up into my cunt and I was going to feel warm and content as I held it in my ass tightly.
I actually saw my cock twitch in the mirror before it shot. A fucking rope of cum shot over the kid, hitting my headboard and slowly dripping down. I didn't see anything else as I closed my eyes and felt my ass clench down on his donkey dick. He pushed up into me as he came, forcing his plumb sized head against my spot, making my entire body shake.
I had my hands on his abs as I violently pushed down on his cock, hitting my boy button like a trained animal begging for more treats. As I felt him try to push me off his sensitive cock, but the thought that a trained animal was better than me like made the last but of debasement rush through me, making my eyes roll back into my head.
I felt myself fall to the side, his cock sliding out as I felt my body shake, screaming for more cock, begging...like the fucking dog in heat I was.
When I woke up he was gone. There was a note on the bed that said, "Thanks for the wake up call! Had to go home."
I crumbled it up, Jesus I can't believe it did that again. But then again I did. I was still half high, the chemicals hadn't left my brain so I actually felt bad he was gone.
I shook my head and went to take another fucking shower to get the cum out of my ass. I tried to focus on what I had to do today but I could get the image of me in the mirror.
It was fucking hot.
I don't care what anyone says, seeing me ride that cock, no matter how fucked it was, looked incredible. It was insane, I mean I know what I look and all but in that state it was like seeing a stranger.
A fucking hot, built stranger get railed.
Holy shit my cock was actually getting hard thinking about it!! Man, if this shit couldn't get any weirder, now I was turned on by this?
I dried off and went downstairs, I was fucking starving. My mom was doing some dishes as I grabbed some eggs and cheese.
"Someone slept in," she said with a smile, "Your friend said he had to get home, he seemed nice."
I nodded as I heated up my eggs, "He just moved here, coach wanted me to look out for him."
It was a lie but so far no one had called me on it.
"Well that's sweet, you should have him by for dinner some night."
"Sure," I said, thinking never gonna happen.
I scooped up my food and sat down to eat.
Did I really get turned on by seeing myself get fucked? What kind of twisted shit is that? As I ate I wondered why that was. I mean sure I was a stud, but I never got off on myself before. I wanted to just forget but the image was too strong in my head.
I handed my plate to my mom and headed back upstairs. I sat on my bed, not daring to look at mirror, afraid I might see myself in it. After about 20 minutes of this I grabbed my phone and texted the kid.
ARCHIE: HEY WHT U DOING? KID: HW L ARCHIE: ON SUNDAY? KID: I WAS KINDA BUSY THIS WEEKEND 😉
I felt my face redden some.
ARCHIE: MIND IF I COME OVER? NEED 2 ASK U SOMETHING? KID: CANT ASK ME NOW? ARCHIE: CAN I COME OVER OR NOT? KID: FINE
Fucking little punk giving me attitude, what was up his ass?
I told my mom I'd be back and headed over to his house, again it felt weird driving my jeep again, I'd gotten used to him driving. I knocked on the door and his dad answered, I locked my eyes so I wouldn't glance down to look at his bulge.
"Archie!" He said with a smile, "Come on in."
I walked in, looking anywhere but at him.
"He's back in his room, you staying for dinner?'
"Oh I can't sir, but thank you," I said, fake smile on my face.
I walked down the hall and knocked before walking in. He was laying on his bed, stomach down as he read from a textbook. His legs were crossed over his head, ragged pair of socks swaying as he kept bet to whatever he had going on in his air buds.
He looked like someone's little brother. The kind of kid you'd see flipping through a comic book or buying Pokémon cards. Not in a million years would anyone guess this kid's cock could make grown men cry and that he knew how to use it.
I waved my hand in front of his face and he looked up startled.
"Shit!" He said popping his buds out, "Fucking warn a guy!"
"I said I was coming over,"
"Yeah but I thought at sometime, not instantly." He closed his book and sat up, "So what's so important?"
I closed and locked the door and then sat on the bed, "I'm going to ask you a question, and I want you to tell me the truth, ok?"
He nodded.
"How many times have you filmed us fucking?"
His eyes got wide and he looked like a little kid that caught shoplifting, "Just that one time... he stammered and it was obvious he was lying.
"Kid...Gray...I'm not going to be mad I promise. How many times?"
He seemed unconvinced, "How do I know you won't bust my face open if I tell you?"
"Don't you think if I was going to kick your ass I would have done it before now? I'm serious, I am not going to be mad at all, just how many?"
He looked down and I saw him mustering up his courage. He finally looked me in the eyes, "Um, all of them?"
"All?" I asked, not ready for that answer.
"Well not in the jeep but yeah...why?" He had scooted back away from me.
He really did think I was going to hit him.
"I'm not mad," I said calmly, "Don't worry."
"Really?"
I nodded, "Swear to god, they on your phone?"
He nodded.
"Send them to mine," I said pulling mine out.
Now he was confused, "Why?"
"Because,"I snapped, not wanting to explain.
"I have copies, you cant just..."
Sighing I shook my head, "Dude, I am not going to break your phone or anything. Just send me what you have."
"And you won't tell me why?"
Fuck this kid was annoying sometimes.
"I just wanna see them."
He cocked his head and a small smile formed on his lips, "You wanna see yourself getting fucked?"
I felt my face redden and I tried not to snarl, "I just want to see what you have on me."
"Bullshit," he said, not smiling like a goon, "You know what I have, you want them for something else, tell me."
I shook my head.
"Oh come on!" he pleaded, now getting close to me, "I promise not to laugh, please?"
Oh fuck he wasn't going to stop until I told him.
"I kinda got off watching myself in the mirror this morning, I wanna see more."
The look was on his face was so aggravating, he knew he had me in the palm of his hand and was loving every second of it.
"Give me your phone," he said holding his hand out.
He took it and got u to find his, "What's your code?"
"032103"
He laughed, "Your birthday? Really?"
"You know my birthday?"
He nodded, "My dad told you, you were a big reason we moved here."
He set something up on our phones and then put them down, "It's going to take a while, nothing to do but wait."
"Why did you move here for me?"
He grabbed the chair from his desk and spun it around, "Well my dad got a promotion and he had his pick of where to transfer to. My mom and dad knew I wanted to wrestle really bad so they asked me where I could do that the easiest. I had the wrestling quarterly with you on the cover and it said you went to school here. I was hoping I could get some pointers from you before you graduated."
Shit, he moved here because of me?
"Just for wrestling?"
He nodded, "I want to go nationals badly, but I know I'm small..." he held his arms up and fixed. He was on the small size but what he had was impressive. "So I was gambling at the very least the program here was better than most if it could produce someone like you."
It was hands down the nicest thing anyone had said about me or my talent ever. I had assumed this kid was just some rando punk that had taken over my life, but he was here because of me.
"That first night, you got your room switched."
He nodded, "Yeah I lied to the coach saying you had a few pointers for me and wanted to go over them the night before the match."
Sonofabitch.
"So then this whole thing has been a setup?"
"What? You mean...no!" He said quickly, "Dude I had no idea you, I mean we...it's just...you were such a dick to me and that night when you passed out without even talking to me. I got pissed, and, well you know. But honestly, all I wanted was you to help me get bigger."
Normally I'd be skeptical but there was no way he was faking this kind of emotion, he was really scared I was going to get mad.
"Well you have gotten bigger," I commented with a smile.
His face lit up with the compliment and he jumped up off the chair and tackled me on the bed. I fell back as he laid on top of me, his face over mine, "So you don't hate me?"
I shook my head.
"Really?" He asked, and I could tell his entire life as hanging on my answer.
My instinct to tell him to fuck off because I wasn't gay was balanced by the fact I still had half a season to get through, so I needed his cock for now. I convinced myself that was why I was acting this way and no other reason.
Right?
I leaned up and kissed him and I felt him melt into my arms. My hands went down his back, this little fucker was so compact, he really was going to be a stud when he got my age. I squeezed his ass and felt the two mounds of muscle moved under my hands. Yeah, complete stud.
When we came up for air I asked, "Does that seem like I hate you?"
He shook his head, "I'm sorry for..you know the first time."
And words that fell out of my mouth was as shocking to me as it was to him.
"I'm not."
He eyebrows went up and he just stared at me for a long second, seeing if I was lying or not.
"What?" I finally said, "It's true, I've never felt better, I've been tearing up matches and...well every time we fuck it's like mind blowing. I'd be a lying fool if I said I wasn't into it a little."
"I thought you were just using me to get through the season."
I was, but he didn't need to know that.
"Never," I said, using the same fake smile I used on his dad. And he accepted it the same ways his old man and leaned down to kiss me again.
We made out for about half an hour until our phones were done.
"So what, you're gonna go home and jerk off to you getting fucked?" He asked handing me my phone.
I shrugged, "I don't know, I just know this morning was hot."
"I could just fuck you now," he said with an evil grin.
"With your parents one door away? No thanks, you're good but you're not good enough to risk that."
"I'm good?" He asked, surprised by my words.
This kid let really had no idea what kind of effect he had on me.
"Kid," I sad thing a step towards him, "If I could fuck as good as you can when I was your age, I'd be in porn already."
He blushed and fuck if he didn't look ten times cuter that he already was.
Not that I noticed that kind of shit, just saying. It had no affect on me at all, just noticed it.
He kissed me and I kissed him back, wondering if it was worth risking his parents walking in on us.
Nope, stow that gay shit and get out of here now!
"Ok," I said taking a step back, "You got homework and I...I'm gonna go."
"Picking me up in the morning?" He asked.
"Why wouldn't I?"
He just smiled, "Just asking."
I nodded, "See you then."
I practically ran out of that house, what the in fuck was wrong with me?
I got home about an hour before dinner, which meant I had a little time to myself. I ran up to my room and made sure the door was locked and stripped down. I grabbed my lotion and put my earbuds in. I flipped through the videos, fuck he wasn't kidding, He had every damn time. I hadn't even noticed but then again once I am that fuck fogged a damn circus could march by and I'd miss it.
I clicked on the first one, which would have been in the hotel.
There I was, laid out on my bed, body on full display. I was sweating...because he had turned on the heater...probably to make me kick off my covers. Smart kid.He set the phone down, oh yeah he has a good angle there. You can see the whole bed and he isn't blocking the shot.
He licked his finger and slipped it under my ass. I see my face grimace in my sleep, he pauses as I shift a little and then settle back down. He starts pushing again, I see myself clench my teeth in my sleep...like I was bearing down against the pain.
"Sorry, hold on..." I hear him mutter as he keeps pushing...
My hips buck off the bed and I let out a low, "Ohhhhhfucckkkkk...."
Every muscle on my body was moving as he fingered me in my sleep. My cock was slapping against my 8 pack as I started to moan, "Moreee...fuck more...."
I finally saw the slut I became when I was under.
My head thrashed side to side, my legs automatically spread like some fucking cheap floozie. I gasped as I bucked my hips and the kid most the spot. My body collapsed on the bed, my breath was heaving from the exertion. He pushed back into me, "Come on...right fucking there..."
And I lost it again.
Instantly I stopped being Archie King, wresting stud and became a fucking cunt bitch, begging to be fingered. The kid was ready for my bucking, he had one hand on my tight abs to hold himself in place as I let it a plaintive cry as I grabbed two handfuls of bedsheets.
"Fuck you are into this..."
My eyes flew open and I woke up.
I could see the shock and the very start of anger on my face and then it vanished as he moved his finger and I lost all function. I shook my head, as if unconsciously telling him no but my body was screaming yes. Now that he knew I was awake I saw him really start to move his hand under me, making me slam my ass back on his hand hard.
"Yeah you do like this," he chuckled.
He must have moved his finger because I took a deep breath and looked down at him, "W-what the fuck..." my word were slurred like I was drunk, "What are..."
My eyes closed as I thrust back again, my cock spraying precum slime all over my abs.
"Whoa that as hot," he said as he pistoned in to me again and again. I watched myself just twitch uncontrollably as I cried for him to keep going. I heard what could have been a please if I could talk and just plain, bitch like sobbing as I shoved more of his hand in me.
"Not so tough now huh?"he mocked as he seemed to shove forward hard.
My head flew back and my. Mouth was open in a silent scream as more precum gushed from my cock.
"Big fucking dawg, whining like a bitch. How bad you want this Archie, how bad?"
I'm shocked to hear me beg, "So bad...harder...please..."
The tone in my voice, its so weak, so needy...
I feel my cock respond as I keep watching the scene.
"Look at this body man," he says as he moves his hand over my abs and chest, "Fucking perfect muscles, perfect abs..." he grabs the base of my cock, "I mean look at this cock man!" I can see his fingers barely can touch each other around my thickness, "Why would god give you such a fucking cock if he was going to gift you with this pussy?"
He jabbed me again and I saw the drool roll out of my mouth as I cry tears of joy from the sensation. I am so into this it hurts. There is no way to look at this video and think I am not loving every second. Every move I make is to force more of his hand into my jock ass, every sound I make is me begging this fucking freshman to finger me harder.
I see myself completely slut out and I am stroking my own cock in response.
"Tell me you love this," he orders me.
Both on screen and in real life I say, "I fucking love this," as my hand becomes a blur over my raging hard cock.
"Tell me you want more."
Both of us answer again, "Please give me more...please..."
I can feel my balls tingle as I stroke faster.
"Tell me to play with your pussy."
On the screen I hesitate but in real life I say, "Fucking play with my pussy, fucking abuse my little jock pussy..."
Cum flies everywhere as I feel my orgasm just barrel through me. My back is arched so my cock is raining hot cum down all over my face. My mouth is open and my tongue out as I try to catch as much as I can. My cock shoots and shoots...the waves of pleasure just making me fog out.
I collapse back onto the bed, huffing puffing like I had just ran ten miles. I lay there and I can hear the kid's voice from the video, "Good girl..."
And a smile comes to my face as I drift off.