Trent Hardacre meets his match Chapter 5 - New Experiences
Themes include sucking, cock worship, raunch, jocks, big dicks and fucking. Average reading time 10 minutes.
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Today was Jacob's audition to be the varsity team's waterboy. He had no affiliation to the university or indeed the city he was living in, but he'd met the team's coach by chance and had ended up freely offering his services as waterboy.
Only weeks earlier he wouldn't have been seen dead volunteering for such an unpaid and menial job (and part of him still couldn't believe he was now) but the role had one incredibly important thing on offer: cum. He didn't know why but he needed it badly.
(Would he ever find out that he'd been hypnotised with a powerful cum addiction? That he could get as hard and horny as he liked but that the price of him orgasming once was swallowing 25 loads? It had all been part of Trent Hardacre's scheme to control the young porn bottom - a healthy spunk lust would surely make Jacob come running back to the biggest top in the business, right? However, that over optimistic plan had gone completely off the rails, as evidenced by Jacob signing up to be a waterboy.)
Jacob had tried to apply the same rigour to finding cum as he had in training his cunt. His hypnosis induced hole dysmorphia meant he was now rarely unplugged and always engaged in a one-sided battle to supersize his pussy. The fact he didn't fully realise just how big his hole had become was neither here nor there, he just knew it was never satisfied.
He also knew his needs hadn't been fulfilled trying to randomly source cum through hook-ups and casual shags. Bathhouses were unreliable too - even with his burgeoning reputation as a great cocksucker - and they often had quiet patches. He simply couldn't let his orgasms be held hostage to fate.
That meant he'd explored several different options to get a steady supply of spunk. He didn't know how much cum he actually needed to swallow to unblock his dick, but he knew it must be a lot. He'd thought about pretending to be a doctor and running a fake scientific survey on male fertility, something that could get donors sending him spunk through the mail. However, even in his cum lust he knew that would be a risky proposition and unlikely to achieve results quickly, if at all. Then there was the idea of doing a deal with Fleshlight. Some kind of cum collection device, or a cleaning service for men to have their wank sleeves cleaned after use? A pump, dump and polish, so to speak. It all seemed very unlikely though.
It was then he'd got lucky. He'd been desperate for dick and had gone to a particularly rough bathhouse in a nasty part of town. It was there he'd seen handballing for the first time (something he immediately knew was the real secret to unlocking the true growth potential of his cunt) and that he'd bumped into the coach of the team he was about to audition for.
Well... actually the coach had ended up double-dicking Jacob and had seen for himself the boy's hunger for cum. As soon as the coach's dick had exited the young bottom's cunt, Jacob had squeezed out all the spunk he could from his ass and onto to the palm of his hand to lick up. And then he'd offered to polish the knobs of the double-dick duo! The coach had expected merely a cursory clean-up tongue swivel, but it had turned into a truly superior suck job. The boy had talent, and hunger to go with it...
He had suggested Jacob apply for the post of waterboy there and then. He needed someone who could help with team relief, and Jacob's mouth seemed just the ticket...
Jacob had been told to arrive well before the end of team practice. Coach wanted to brief him on his duties and just what was expected from a good waterboy. Firstly, he made it clear that he wasn't expecting any gay funny business. His boys weren't fags, and Jacob wasn't to make any attempt to turn them. Kissing was absolutely out, and so was fucking. No, his duties were to be solely focused on releasing the sexual tension of the team through oral relief.
The coach had been in the game for a long time. He was an avuncular and fit Daddy type, beefy and burly, but with an uncommonly practical sensibility. He knew that too many swimmers in the team's balls meant painful distractions. Distraction meant lack of focus, and that meant losing games. He wasn't prepared to counter that, not when the solution was so easy. He `just' needed a boy on staff who had an unrelenting passion for cum...
Jacob was handed his uniform and immediately wondered whether he had made the right decision. The socks and low-rise shorts in the team colours were okay, but the too-small t-shirt - handed down from one generation of waterboy to another - was rank. It was coach's strict rule that it was never to be washed, and years of emissions and cum splash-back were clear to see. It was so crusty that Jacob could barely get it over his head but the coach reassured him that it would soon loosen up with his sweat and some fresh applications of jizz.
It was then that the first team member arrived off the field. The end of practice was carefully staggered so as to not overwhelm the waterboy: coach had it all worked out and knew from long experience that if a teenager was to be properly serviced then proper time was needed.
The coach showed Jacob into a bare cubby hole between the changing room entrance and the showers. There was just enough room for two people to move around, and the only furniture was a set of heavy-duty knee pads and a cold water tap. Jacob put the pads on, grateful for their comfort as he knelt on the concrete floor, before coach left and told him to get to work. Unsure exactly what that meant, Jacob was about to find out for himself.
His first customer was the team captain. Cap was a veteran of previous waterboys and was there to both show Jacob the ropes and find out whether the new boy meet the required and exacting standards.
The jock's sweat and funk announced his presence before he walked into the room and started his instructions. It was a warm summer afternoon and the jock stunk. Jacob looked up to see a 6 foot stud standing over him, muscles bulging out of his kit and an eager leer on his otherwise handsome face.
The captain started by telling Jacob that he better well have stamina. A visit to the waterboy was mandatory for everyone on the team before they took a shower: team rules. The jock then turned round and thrust his arse towards the kneeling boy. Even to Jacob the position felt demeaning, but that was nothing to what came next: hearing (and practising) the waterboy's responsibilities.
First, Jacob had to pull the muscular athlete's shorts down to reveal the Captain's bare ass and jock. Then he was expected to bury his face in the team member's sweaty crack, no matter how hairy or how rank. Jacob was to run his tongue along the entire length, from the top of the cheeks to the bottom of the perineum. Every drop of sweat was to be licked clean, and appropriate piggy noises made to show just how much the waterboy was appreciating the gift of each teenager's precious funk.
Then, attention was to be focused on the jock's asshole itself. Every millimetre - whether corrugated, puckered or raunchy - was to be scrupulously cleaned. Jacob was expected to get his tongue at least an inch inside each jock's butt and ferret around. Nothing was to be done by halves.
The captain then told Jacob (who was actively ferreting right now) that the effect of the rim job would make each team member(!) hard and primed. That meant Jacob had to ask the jock to turn round, gaze in genuine adulation at their junk, and then ask politely for permission to taste the jock's balls and cock. Only once these were clean and properly worshipped was Jacob allowed to request to kindly be allowed to bring the jock to orgasm and swallow the gift of their precious cum.
Permission was never denied.
The team captain explained it all. The waterboy was to bury his face into each set of sweaty balls, showing true appreciation of their unique funk and taste. Each sack was to be licked clean and sucked individually. Only then was the waterboy allowed to move onto the jock's cock.
Cap explained that if the waterboy did his job well then Jacob would come to a life-defining understanding of cock - appreciating dick in all its glory, whatever size, shape and heft. It would unlock an uncontrollable and permanent thirst for cock. The waterboy wanted that, right?
As coach saw this as a scientific procedure - one to remove sexual frustration rather than produce pleasure - there was a strict routine to follow. Jacob had to run his tongue along the under shaft of each prick, then swirl his tongue around the knobhead - being sure to swallow any errant dickdrool and crud - and then inhale the entire meat in one downwards motion. After worshipping the team's member (and proving his worth each and every time) he was to ask for permission to continue. He was then to use a combination of his tongue, his throat muscles and a back and forth sucking motion until the jock came to completion. All emissions then had to be sucked free of the boy's cumtube with nothing left behind.
(Of course, many of the team members took their own initiative when it came to this part. Jacob didn't know that yet, but he was soon to find out the many inventive (and forceful) ways a horny teenager could use a waterboy's mouth.)
As the team captain guided the potential candidate through the process, Jacob was shocked. He really hadn't been expecting to lick the sweaty and hairy trenches of an entire team, let alone give rim jobs and clean everyone's balls! However, his need for cum was so great that he didn't hesitate, enthusiastically licking clean the captain and eagerly extracting a hot load of jock cum in record time.
The captain was deeply impressed. Now all Jacob had to do was service the other 44 team members and he'd have the job, three afternoons a week... Jacob had finally found his cum source, even if it did mean he was going to need that tap to keep his mouth wet and face clean of all that boy funk!
Jacob went home from the audition a happy man. Now all he had to do was start getting fisted and he'd really be making progress. Lost in his own thoughts, he was very surprised to see Trent sitting on his doorstep.
To be honest, he hadn't thought that much about the hung porn star since they'd disastrously performed together. Although it was an event that had changed his life forever his memory of the day was hazy, as if something was not quite right about it. It was testament to Dr Campion's hypnosis skills that he hadn't correlated his new dick and cum lust with his visit to the porn company, so deeply had his urges been ingrained.
Trent was quick to stand up when he saw Jacob approaching. The bottom was just as hot as he remembered and his dick immediately stirred in his tight shorts. He'd watched Jacob's downward spiral of debasing porn films and heard rumours of the young bottom's performance in the local bathhouses. Hell, he'd even seen some of it for himself. Questioning everything, he'd shockingly found out that the studio doctor's programming had gone way deeper than he'd expected with some seriously long-term and fucked-up consequences. He was here now to try and rescue the boy and get him deprogrammed.
Of course, he was also here in the hope that Jacob would see his fuck bulge and want a piece of his dick. No... demand and beg for it! The bottom's hunger for Trent's schlong was meant to be so strong that the top would be able to revel in the boy's need and then delight in rejecting it flat. By humiliating Jacob he could win back his own precious masculinity. However, it all seemed to be going wrong: his dick was meant to be the answer to all his problems, but...
He was wearing the tightest shorts he owned. They were obscene, with nowhere for his meat to hide. Everyone could see his lemon-sized balls painfully stuffed to one side, and then his giant shaft badly packaged down the other leg. The silky and shiny fabric was pulled taut, making it obvious just how thick his flaccid meat was. That wasn't all though... the shorts weren't anywhere near long enough to fit his entire junk. In fact, his uncut helmet (hooded by his loose foreskin) was clearly hanging for everyone to see. Trent hadn't been going for subtlety. His tight t-shirt showed off his muscles (but only if you got past the brazen chicken and `big cock' logo dead centre). Meanwhile his high-tops and striped Adidas socks screamed easy lay.
His opening gambit was going to be apologising for how their scene had gone down, that he'd been having an off day (even if that wasn't strictly true - it was Jacob's muscle relaxants that had meant Trent's big dick hadn't touched the sides) but he didn't get a chance to say anything.
The young bottom had zeroed in on Trent's junk instantly. He had trained himself to appraise every crotch he saw, to eye every man as a potential fuck. To weigh them up and be ready to seize the moment if he thought their junk was big enough. His crotch-gazing was now positively pavlovian: the ripest targets made him drool with anticipation. Just as Trent was making him leak now...
"Fancy a fuck?" the boy asked.
Jacob had learnt to be direct. If you don't ask, you don't get. And let's be honest, a top only flaunts their junk like that if they're looking for a hole to fuck. Jacob positioned his body as pure boy-bait, one hip lowered and one hand suggestively touching the other side. He both managed to look innocent and yet a complete slut. Someone who would be rewarding to throw around a bedroom and could take a punishing fuck.
Trent couldn't help hold himself back. All thoughts of making the bottom beg for his cock dissolved in seconds. He was smitten, and suddenly he had a hole lust all of his own. He needed to fuck this boy.
Before they were inside they were passionately kissing and exploring each other's bodies. Both were in heat and it showed, though neither realised it was for competing reasons. Jacob wanted big dick and was doing all he could to put out and turn Trent on, whilst the top wanted something indefinable to him. However, right now, it all down came to lust.
Both men felt each other's sex. Trent ran his hands over Jacob's denim-clad bubble butt, whereas Jacob felt the full heft of Trent's 12 by 3" hard dick. It was now painfully sticking down and out of the top's shorts, spurting precum as it went. Jacob touched the juicy cocksap collecting at the tip and thought about taking a taste but he'd sucked more than enough dick that day already. He just wanted to be fucked, and his clothes were strewn across the room to make it happen.
As soon as Jacob's ass was open to the air Trent couldn't keep his hands off. He delighted at the firm and meaty cheeks, knowing their padding meant he could slam his full fuckweight into the boy with ease. And then his fingers explored the bottom's deep crack, fingering Jacob's gaping slot and getting him ready to be fucked by his giant dick.
Jesus! It was one of the juiciest cunts he'd felt in ages: puffy, warm and truly inviting. He couldn't believe what he was feeling. The bathhouse rumours really were true! He could literally feel Jacob's pussy sucking his fingers inside... Trent was hotter, hornier and harder than he could remember in a long, long time.
"Man, this is some sweet pussy" was all he managed to murmur.
Jacob became bashful and shy. When it came to his hole he still couldn't easily accept a compliment. To him, his pussy was tiny and hardly worth the effort.
"How have you turned your cunt out this way? It's like nothing I've felt before" asked Trent.
"Oh nothing... just a few toys" replied Jacob with classic understatement.
Trent was shocked and fixated. How could anyone do this to themselves? But how could he not fuck this boy? He needed it so bad!
For both it turned out to be an epic fuck, but in very different ways.
To Jacob, Trent's insanely thick dick felt like no other. Trent's fuckslab was a giant column of meat that filled Jacob's trained pussy so completely that it bought him new waves of pleasure and desire.
For Trent though? It was a whole new experience. For once he didn't have to painfully force or push his dick inside, however, this wasn't a loose fuck either. All memories of their first meeting were forgotten. This was a hole with resistance; it gripped and caressed yet also rewarded him with juice and rippling clutch when Trent picked up the pace. He could feel his cum rising, but something else too... a longing and lust he couldn't explain.
The intensity became extreme as Trent fucked as hard as he could, willing away his feelings with urgent, punishing strokes. The sooner this was all over the better! The punishing thrusts were doing wonders for Jacob though. After a long day of sucking load after load of jock cum, his balls were finally capable of release. Surely now he could shoot?!
Just as he felt his orgasm stirring, Trent unloaded without warning and pulled his mighty dick out, ropes of cum flying everywhere. Jacob begged the hung stud to keep going and to fuck the cum out of him too but it was all to no avail. Trent seemed only in it for himself.
The hook-up now over, the two lay in a sweaty and unbalanced mess. Their thoughts couldn't have been more different. Jacob was chewing over the feelings in his hole and his unrelieved dick - he couldn't believe this bastard hadn't taken taken him over the edge, confirming all he knew about selfish and uncaring tops. However, Trent was lost in lust and deeply conflicted. He wanted to see the boy again.
Eventually Trent couldn't help himself and had to ask. The conversation didn't go well. After all, he had no experience of telling someone he fancied them. Previously he'd just relied on taking what he wanted and rebuffing everyone else. Jacob painfully told him to stop being so clingy, that it really wasn't attractive and that he wasn't looking for fuck buddies, let alone a relationship.
Feeling that Jacob was desperately slipping out of his reach, he tried to tell the boy about the hypnosis and conditioning that had gone on whilst he was in recovery at Hamilton Studios. He tried to blame Campion - the studio's doctor - but above all tell Jacob that his cock and cum lust was fixable... if they took action now.
Jacob was full of disbelief. Having a big hole gave him a purpose in life and nothing was going to make him change that! He ended up telling Trent to fuck off and get out of his house. Trent left, finally understanding what it was like to be on the other side. And that for once his dick wasn't the answer...
Next: Jacob dives deep into the world of fisting. Trent looks on in shock.
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