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Worshipping Jake
Chapter 6
When I finally made it home, the house was empty, thank God. The last thing I needed right then was to have to explain to my mom why I was ditching school and crying my eyes out at the same time. I locked myself in my room and cried for a good long while. I was a wreck for a lot of reasons. Not only was I unbelievably humiliated by Jake showing people the picture he took of me naked with an erection, but I felt betrayed that he had told Tyler about me, especially about my obsession with his feet.
Once my tears finally dried up, I came to terms with the cold, hard truth: no matter how much I wanted it, no matter how much I dreamed of it, I was never going to bond with Jake, nor even matter to him. Jake certainly didn't love me; I wasn't even like a pet to him. I was, and always would be, nothing more to him than a fag he could use and command however he wanted - his servant, his slave. Nothing more. It was a painful thing to realize and have to admit to myself, but there it was; I had to deal with it as best as I could, no matter how much it broke my heart.
I had no idea how I would cope with going back into the school. I didn't know how long the naked picture of me had been glued to my locker, so I had no guess as to how many people saw it. It probably wasn't there long, or a teacher would have done something about it. But with all those kids using their phones to take pictures of it, I'm sure it had been texted and snapped all over the school by now.
I guess everyone has that same nightmare, the one where you are walking through the halls of your school, or sitting in class or something, and then suddenly realize you are completely naked, right? You know that feeling of terror or humiliation you get in the dream as soon as you realize you are naked, and everyone is pointing and staring at you, or you know they will be as soon as they see you're nude? Yeah, well, that's how I felt, except mine was 100% true, not a dream. Jake had made good on one of his threats, and now the entire school had not only seen me naked, but with a hardon, too, which was even worse. I truly just wanted to die rather than think about it.
I sat in my room for a good long time, trying to figure out what I was going to do and how to cope with this mess. By the middle of the afternoon, I finally fell asleep from mental and emotional exhaustion. I was woken up by a text message alert.
I looked at my phone. The message was from Jake. Oh, shit!
"Be in the parking lot at 6:30 tonight sharp. If you ain't there by 6:35, tomorrow you become the new school movie star. By 6:40, I send the vids to your parents, fag."
FUCK!
I started sweating as soon as I read it, my heart racing. The one nude picture he'd pasted to my locker was awful enough; there was no way I'd survive if people saw the videos of me licking Jake's shoes. Plus, I remembered that, in the video he made in his bedroom, where I'd worshipped all his shoes, you could not only see my face clearly, but also the erection in my pants as I licked his shoes, not to mention the big wet spot on the front of my pants from my precum.
I'd be embarrassed to death if he released that. I wouldn't just be a laughingstock - I'd be shunned as a total pervert. If that video got around the school, my parents were sure to find out. There was no telling how they'd react, but I was sure it wouldn't be good. After turning over all the options in my mind, I finally came to a simple conclusion: I had to do what Jake wanted. There was simply no other choice.
As the clock inched closer to 6:30 pm and I walked towards the school, I felt like I was going to my doom. By 6:29, I was in the parking lot, about to wet my pants in fear. I had no idea what Jake planned to do to me. When I arrived, Jake's truck was sitting where he'd parked it that morning, right next to Tyler's car in the otherwise empty lot.
I only had to wait for a minute or two before Jake came walking up from the field house. He was wearing his grey athletic shorts and a team workout shirt, the kind cut all the way down under the arms that it exposes half your chest. I could see his muscles rippling as he walked. Evidently, he'd just finished showering after practice, because his hair was still damp, and he was wearing his flip flops. He obviously wasn't wearing any underwear, either, because I could see the outline of his huge cock through the thin material of his shorts as he walked.
Jake came strolling up to where I was standing and gave me a hard, cold stare. He snapped his fingers then pointed down, so I immediately dropped to my knees and kissed his beautiful, bare feet in his flip flops. I was a torrent of emotions: abject terror about what Jake was going to do to me; anxiety over my situation as a whole; and, to my surprise, despite all that, my continued lust for all things Jake, especially his perfect feet, which were right under my nose and so wonderfully framed by his flip flops.
I didn't dare look up at Jake. I was terrified of him in that moment. I kept my head down next to his feet respectfully, hoping he'd have some sort of mercy on me. I could smell the odor of soap coming from his just-washed feet, along with traces of his distinct body aroma which made me so crazy. The combination of lust and fear in that moment was almost overwhelming, in a way I'd never experienced before.
"You fucked up big time today, faggot. You know that, right?" Jake asked coldly.
I replied meekly, "Yes, Sir," my face mere inches from his toes, trying to look as small and submissive as possible.
"Yeah, well, now everyone in this school has seen your little faggot dick. I'm sure Snapchat's blowing up with your picture, bitch." He laughed, then said, "I warned you, foot boy. You're gonna do exactly what I say at all times, or I'll make sure everyone knows what a little foot freak homo pervert you are. Is that what you want, bitch? Huh?"
"No, please...no, Sir," I sobbed, my tears falling on his feet. "I don't even know how I'm going to go back in the school tomorrow after that picture, Sir. Please don't do anything else! Please, I'm begging you, Sir!" I started lavishing both his feet with kisses and tears, hoping he would spare me any further exposure.
"Yeah, well, I guess we'll see how you behave, faggot. I think I've been too fucking nice to you. And this is how you repay me: you embarrass me in front of my team mate this morning; I don't have my books all day in class; and I had to get my own lunch. You sound like an ungrateful little fucktard to me. So, from here on out, I'm gonna treat you the way you deserve until you learn to behave. Understand me, faggot?"
"Yes, Sir, I understand, Sir," I said, adding more kisses to his feet.
Jake put his foot on the back of my head and forced my face down to the pavement. "One more fuck up from you, bitch...One. More. And you're a movie star. Don't fucking test me. You know I'll do it," he said.
"Yes, Sir," I said as best I could, my lips forced against the blacktop.
Jake released my head. "Now clean those goddamn tears off my feet, you little freak." I quickly started licking his big feet. I could taste the salt from my tears as I swabbed the entire top of each foot with my tongue.
Suddenly, I heard another voice behind me say, "Damn, man, you weren't kidding about this fag."
I turned to look behind me, and there stood Tyler. He was dressed like Jake, in shorts and a workout shirt, only he also had on black Nike running shoes and was holding a gym bag.
I froze. My brain once again went into lockdown at the thought of someone else seeing me licking Jake's feet. A snap of Jake's fingers brought me out of it. He had conditioned me to obey when he snapped, so my head instantly whipped around and looked at Jake to see what he wanted me to do.
"Bitch, I didn't tell you to stop what you were doing. Men are talking. That doesn't concern you. Back to work, fag."
My brain was so overloaded with emotions by then that I acted completely out of instinct: I obeyed Jake. I continued licking his perfect feet, reaching my tongue in between his toes while, above me, he and Tyler talked.
"Told ya the bitch would show up. He was right on time, too. He just needed that behavior correction today. Gotta keep fags in line from time to time," Jake explained to Tyler.
"So, what are you gonna do with the bitch?" Tyler asked.
"Well," Jake said, thinking. "He has a lot to answer for today, not the least of which was embarrassing me in front of you this morning. I think he needs pay for that. Plus, he inconvenienced me today, so..."
Jake suddenly pulled his feet out from under my eager tongue and walked towards his truck. Not knowing what he wanted me to do, I stayed put on my knees where he left me. I heard him lower the tailgate of his truck, then snap his fingers. I jumped up and hurried over to where he and Tyler were standing next to the tailgate.
"Drop your pants and get over this tailgate, fag," Jake ordered.
I almost wet myself with fear! What were they going to do to me? The idea of having my pants down here in the middle of the school parking lot terrified me, but at least it was empty now that football practice was over. Besides, by now most or possibly all of the school had seen me naked thanks to the picture glued to my locker, so what difference did it make if someone saw my ass?
I lowered my pants and went to bend over the tailgate. "Underwear too, stupid faggot," Tyler demanded. I slowly dropped my underwear and climbed over the tailgate. Jake's truck was a 4x4, and the tailgate sat high enough that my toes barely brushed the ground when I was bent over it. The cold metal pressed against my dick and made my balls withdraw into my body. I could feel the cool fall air on my naked ass. I'd never been this exposed nor this vulnerable.
"Yo, man, you got a belt in your bag?" I heard Jake ask Tyler.
"Yeah," he replied, unzipping his gym bag and pulling out a thick leather belt. I began to tremble in fear of what was about to happen. Tyler handed the belt to Jake, and I saw him wrapping the buckle end around his hand.
The next sound I heard was the belt cutting through the air as Jake swung it at my exposed bare ass. As soon as it made contact, it felt like fire was shooting through my ass. I screamed, and jerked up off the tailgate, only to be pushed back down by Jake. I was no match for his strength. His muscular arm pinned me to the tailgate.
"Tyler, you got anything in there to gag this bitch with?" Jake asked. "Can't have the little pussy screaming bloody murder."
Tyler laughed, "Yeah, I got just the thing." He reached into his bag and pulled out one of his dirty socks, then shoved it deep in my mouth. I don't know how long he'd been wearing them, but it really stank, like he hadn't changed socks in days.
"Hold him down for me," Jake said.
Tyler climbed up in the bed of the truck and stood next to my head. The next thing I knew, I had his huge Nike on the side of my face, pinning me to the bed of the truck. As soon as Tyler had me pinned down with his big foot, Jake started swinging the belt at my ass again, really putting his arm muscles into each stroke. This wasn't like when my Dad used to spank me. This was a whipping from a muscular athlete in prime condition really trying to make me suffer. I screamed each time he hit me, but gagged with Tyler's filthy sock, my screams were effectively muffled.
I lost track of how many strokes of the belt Jake landed on my ass and the backs of my legs. The ones on the tops of my tender thighs were the worst. Despite my struggles to avoid getting beaten, I was no match for two football jocks. I couldn't get away, no matter how hard I tried, not with Tyler's foot pressing down on my forehead. The whipping seemed to go on forever, but was probably only about 20 lashes before Jake stopped. As soon as he did, Tyler removed his foot from my head and hopped over the side of the truck.
I lay there, sobbing, panting for breath from the pain and humiliation, while at the same time, without realizing it, I'd been sucking on Tyler's nasty athletic sock. My senses were overwhelmed from the fire shooting through my ass, my emotions, and the pervasive taste of Tyler's sweaty feet in my mouth.
Jake snapped his fingers, and said, "Down, faggot."
I slithered off the tailgate, my pants and underwear still pooled around my ankles. "Take that sock out of your mouth, queerboy. I think you have something to say to me, don't you?" Jake asked.
I dug Tyler's sock out of my mouth, and kissed Jake's feet. "I'm so, so sorry, Sir. Please forgive me. I'll behave, I promise," I sobbed.
"Yeah?" Jake asked, skeptically. "I guess we will see. You know now what's going to happen if you don't, bitch. Now thank me for correcting you, queerboy."
I kissed his feet again and again, still sobbing. "Thank you for correcting me and spanking me, Sir."
Jake said, "Rude little bitch. I think you're forgetting someone, aren't ya?"
I turned on my knees and crawled over to Tyler. I began planting kisses on his dirty Nike's. Tyler was a really big guy, and his feet were even bigger than Jakes. They had to be at least 15s, and very wide. His Nikes were old and looked like he wore them a lot for working out, because they had a strong odor of old foot sweat coming off them.
"Thank you for correcting me, Sir," I said to his feet.
Tyler laughed above me. "He's an obedient little fag, all right."
They both walked away, leaving me on my knees in the middle of the school parking lot, my pants around my ankles and my ass on fire, with tears drying on my face. I was still holding Tyler's dirty sock. Tyler picked up his gym bag and pulled his other filthy sock from inside it. He walked over and shoved it in my mouth. "You know what to do with that, freak," he said, turning and walking away.
Tyler and Jake said goodbye to each other, then got into their vehicles and roared out of the parking lot without another look at me. Once they were gone, I pulled up my pants very carefully due to the pain in my ass. I began to limp my way home, sucking the sweat and foot funk out of Tyler's sock the whole way.
By the next morning, I could almost walk without pain, but sitting was torture. I inspected my ass in the mirror. Jake had done a number on me for sure. My butt was still red and welted, and I could see some faint bruising as well. The welts covered my entire butt and the tops of my thighs, too. The only thing I was dreading more than sitting on the hard chairs at school was the reception I was sure to get from the other students. I thought about staying home sick, but then Jake texted me his breakfast order. I knew if I didn't show up with his food, my life would get seriously worse. It was a double order, too, which meant I'd have to deal with Tyler as well.
I was waiting in my usual spot near the wall, standing instead of sitting in order to save my bruised and welted ass, when Tyler came pulling into the parking lot. Jake arrived about a minute after him, and they both parked in the middle of the lot, as usual. I approached them respectfully and delivered their food. As I handed Tyler his clean socks, which I'd sucked the sweat out of and then washed by hand, it felt like I was reliving a version of the previous morning; only this time I knew better than to run when Jake snapped his fingers and pointed to the ground. I dropped to my knees and kissed his feet. When I started to stand up, I felt Tyler's hand on my head, shoving me back down.
"I think you forgot something, asswipe," he growled.
I leaned over and planted kisses on both of his feet as well. Apparently, it was Nike day, since both he and Jake were wearing dirty Nikes, all four of which were now wet from my lips.
"Get the fuck out of here, fag," Tyler said. I got up and headed towards the school before they thought of some new humiliation to inflict on me.
My day was starting out bad, but it quickly got a lot worse as soon as the other students started to arrive.
Jake had been correct: the nude picture of me pasted to my locker had made the rounds of Snapchat until pretty much all 2500 students had seen it. All those people had seen me totally exposed and aroused. They knew exactly how big my dick was...or wasn't, I guess I should say. As soon as I entered the school, the catcalls began. Girls were pointing at me and giggling, and a lot of them waved their pinkies at me, making fun of my dick size. Guys that saw me mostly called me names: "Needle dick", "Stumpy", "Peewee" and "Tiny bitch", just to name a few. Several guys thought it would be funny to strike the same pose I had in the picture, with my legs spread and my hands behind my head, then began moaning and pretending to cum, which provoked howls of laughter from everyone around. A few girls just sneered when I came near and called me a pervert.
I have no idea how I made it through the day. By lunchtime, I'd been teased, harassed, and mocked so much I thought I would become numb to it, but no such luck. It hurt each and every time, like one of those deaths by a thousand cuts, only this one showed no signs of ending.
To add fuel to the fire, I still had to get Jake's books to him each period then make it to my own class, which just meant roaming the halls that much more, along with that much more exposure to everyone's mockery and name calling. As if that wasn't bad enough, sitting was uncomfortable, but sitting on a hard wooden or plastic chair for an hour at a time was outright torture on my sore ass. By lunchtime, I wanted nothing more than to leave and never return; to just crawl into a hole somewhere and die. I couldn't though, because I had to go buy lunch for the man who did this to me.
Jake walked up to me at the front of the cafeteria where I was dutifully waiting and gave me his order. Then, however, he told me to wait on Tyler. Great, now I'm buying him lunch, too. Of course, Tyler wanted something totally different than Jake, which meant I had to get in two lines instead of one. Once I got both meals, I carried them over to the jocks' table and delivered them. All the jocks got silent when I walked up, then immediately burst out laughing as soon as I turned to walk away. I wanted to melt into the floor for the 1000th time that day.
By last period, I was emotionally wrung out. Even the sight of Jake next to me in class didn't have much of a charge for me after all I'd been through. Jake put his Nike-clad feet up on my desk and leaned back, smirking, knowing I'd be drooling over his feet, but even that barely got my now-publicly recognizable tiny dick hard.
As class was ending, I knew I had to talk to Jake about one issue at least: money.
"Um, Sir, I need to talk to you about something real quick, please," I mumbled as he stood up to leave.
"What is it faggot? Make it quick, I've got practice."
"Um...I'm running out of money, Sir. I know you want me to buy you breakfast and lunch each day, but I don't have much money left, and if I'm buying food for Tyler, too, I'm gonna be flat broke by the end of the week."
"Yeah? Cry me a river bitch. You oughta consider yourself lucky we even let you buy us food and kiss our feet, freak. Now quit your fucking whining," Jake said coldly. "Be in the parking lot this evening at the usual time," he said as he walked out.
By 6:30, I was so numb from the day, I wasn't even scared of what was going to happen, nor excited at the possibility I might get to suck Jake's cock again. I was surprised, though, when I got a text from an unknown number.
"Fieldhouse fag. Move your ass."
I walked down to the field house. I wasn't too surprised that Tyler was waiting for me outside. It must have been him who texted me. Jake was nowhere to be seen, and it looked like the rest of the team and coaches had already left. Obediently, I followed Tyler into the locker room, and waited by his locker while he stripped off his jersey and shoulder pads. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor, so I dopped to my knees quickly.
Once Tyler took off his shirt, I got my first good look at his body. He was just huge! Muscular, yes, but not lean and cut like Jake. His muscles were bulky, with big, broad shoulders and wide pecs like slabs of rock. His chest was moderately hairy, as was his belly. He didn't have the six-pack abs Jake had, but he didn't have extra fat, either. This man was a powerhouse, like some sort of massive bull. He snapped his fingers again and pointed to his cleats, like he wanted to see what I'd do, so I crawled to him and began licking the dirt off his cleats. I knew I definitely didn't want this man angry with me.
I tongue-polished his cleats, even cleaning the laces of any trace of dust. Tyler sat down on the bench.
"Get my shoes and socks off, queer," he ordered.
I pulled off his shoes and was immediately hit with the smell of his feet. The smell was very strong. Apparently, his feet sweated a lot, so they were probably pretty ripe before practice. Now that he'd spent a few hours running the field, the odor wafting off his feet was like a slap in the face. As I imagined this smell multiplied by an entire team, I began to understand the pervasive odor of the field house.
When I peeled off Tyler's socks, he lifted his huge foot and shoved it in my face. He ground his foot into my mouth and nose. "Get a good whiff of those, fagboy. That what you want, huh? Big stinking jock's foot in your face? Lick it, bitch."
I licked the bottom of Tyler's foot, tasting his sweat. He stuck his big toe in my mouth. It was huge. His big toe was almost as big as my dick, which had now apparently recovered and was tenting the front of my pants, as usual. This was different, though. With Jake, it was all about worshipping him -- his beauty, the perfection of his body, his sexy, cool, arrogant attitude I loved. I didn't feel those things with Tyler. Tyler was just a big, built, alpha male jock. This was more primal somehow - a big, strong, powerful guy controlling a smaller and weaker one, one he already had under his thumb. I knew if I didn't do exactly what he wanted, Jake would make me pay for it, and Tyler would too, in his own way.
Tyler stood up and stripped out of his pants, then removed his cup and jock strap. I got my first look at his cock. It was enormous! He was about half-hard, and already it was about seven inches long and very fat, sitting on top of a large set of balls and surrounded by his tightly trimmed pubes. He was uncut, with just a small amount of foreskin. The head of his cock was already poking most of the way out of his foreskin. His cock started to harden now that it was freed from his jockstrap, and I was stunned by how thick it became. I looked like a beer can, big and round, though not quite as long as Jake's magnificent cock. Tyler grabbed ahold of it, pulling his foreskin all the way back so his cockhead was fully exposed.
"Jake told me you give decent head, fag. That right? You wanna suck my big fat one?" Tyler asked. He towered over me. I couldn't take my eyes from his thick cock. He leaned in, and smacked me in the face with it, once, twice, three times, slapping my head from side to side with the weight of his cock, leaving a trail of precum across both sides of my face.
"Open your mouth, bitch," he ordered. I opened up and waited. Tyler chuckled, "No faggot, you better open up a LOT wider than that if you want this big dick." I opened my mouth wide, and Tyler inserted the head of his cock in my mouth. The smell of his crotch was overpowering this close. He began to feed me his cock. My jaw was stretched further than I thought possible. By the time he had the entire thing in my mouth, I could feel his cockhead in my throat, and my mouth was stretched so far I felt like one of those snakes that can dislocate its jaw and swallow an entire egg. My jaw began to cramp from being stretched to the limit, but then Tyler began to pull his big sausage out of my mouth, until just the head remained. Slowly, he began feeding it to me again, until I was once again stretched to my breaking point. This time, though, he held it all the way in, grabbing my head and shoving my nose into his pubes, his ball sweat rubbing all over my chin, his scent filling my nostrils to the exclusion of all else. I was like having a plug or gag shoved into my mouth; not only could I not make any noise, his cock was so fat I couldn't even breathe. As I started to struggle for air, Tyler pulled out of me again, leaving just the tip of his cock in my mouth. He used his hand to jack his cock a bit, rolling his foreskin over my tongue and letting out a loud sigh as my tongue swabbed his cockhead inside his foreskin.
Tyler got serious then. He began to fuck my face, filling my throat over and over again with his big meat, pulling out just before I started to choke or pass out. He held my head in his powerful hands, which were so big they almost covered my head. He fucked my mouth like he owned it, which I guess in a sense he did. I heard him let out a loud groan, and then he forced my head down on his cock and shot his load in the back of my throat, blast after blast of his hot cum. He held me on his cock until he was done shooting. I thought I might suffocate before he let me go. Finally, he pulled out of my mouth and stared down at me with a look of utter contempt in his eyes, as well as a smug grin.
"I knew you'd like that bitch. What do you say, fag?"
"Thank you, Sir," I replied.
Tyler just laughed, then turned and headed for the showers. I didn't know what else to do, but I wasn't sure he was done with me, so I stayed on my knees where he'd left me. I could hear Tyler talking to someone. I assumed it might be Jake, since his truck was still in the lot. Sure enough, a few minutes later, Jake came walking around the corner fresh out of the shower, wearing nothing but a white towel around his waist and flip flops.
Jake took one look at me on my knees and smirked. "Well, well, if it isn't the little cocksucker just ready and waiting for some dick. Can't get enough, can you, bitch?" He stopped right in front of me, so I just bent over and kissed his big, sexy feet. "Stand up and get those fucking clothes off, dick breath," he ordered.
Oh, God, I hoped he wasn't going to beat me again! I didn't think I could take another beating like the night before. I stripped as quickly as I could, then just stood there naked in front of my jock god, the differences in our bodies thrown in to high relief by our proximity: me, scrawny, thin, and short, with my little dick throbbing and waving in the air; Jake, the picture of a blond, All-American athlete, each muscle sculpted by sports and regular workouts, the outline of his huge dick showing through the damp towel.
"Turn around, you stupid bitch. No one wants to see your little peewee dick," Jake said contemptuously. I turned and Jake shoved down me over the bench in front of the lockers, leaving my ass up in the air and exposed. Jake began rubbing his hands over my ass, feeling the welts left by the belt he'd used on me. He was inspecting his handiwork, I realized, examining me like he would any other thing he owned that had some damage. As he was checking out the welts and bruises, Tyler came walking back from the shower, naked and still toweling himself off. He whistled when he saw the marks on my butt.
"Shit, Jake, you fucked that faggot up good," Tyler remarked. "Bet you had a fun time sitting down all day, didn't ya, asswipe?" They both laughed, and Jake smacked my ass with his hand, hard.
"Good. Maybe the little bitch will finally learn his lesson," Jake replied, as if I wasn't even there.
"Gotta say, though, the little pervert does have a pretty ass, that's for sure," Tyler said. "Have you broken him in yet?"
"Nah, not yet," Jake responded. He slapped my ass with his hand again, and I gasped. They both laughed. "Come to think of it, I am kinda horny. I always am after practice. Got any lotion, man?" Jake asked Tyler casually.
I started to tremble. I was about to get fucked, and no one even asked me! These two football jocks just decided I was going to lose my cherry right there in the locker room, and I got no say in the matter at all. I saw Tyler reach into his locker and hand Jake some lotion, and I knew there was no stopping what was about to happen. This wasn't something I was prepared for. While the idea of Jake taking my virginity certainly appealed to me, I definitely didn't want something like this to happen while someone else watched!
But it was going to happen. Jake had made it plain: I was his to use as he saw fit, and I'd better obey, or suffer for it. Behind me, I heard Jake lubing up his cock with the lotion, then felt him move between my legs. He kicked my legs further apart and grabbed my hips to position me just right for his cock. When he inserted his cock between my already-abused ass cheeks, I braced myself for what was coming. I felt the head of Jake's cock slip into my asshole. The pain was intense. It hurt so badly I tried to tighten my hole to keep him out, but Jake was relentless. We both knew I stood zero chance trying to resist him in any way. He continued to force his massive cock into me until he had me speared on the entire length of it and I let out a loud groan. I could feel him deep inside me, where no one had ever touched me before, stretching my hole to fit his cock like a glove. I gasped as he pulled out of me, then rammed into me again, harder. The pain was tremendous, both from his dick coring out my hole, and from him pressing against the welts and bruises on my ass cheeks. I began to moan loudly as he fucked me.
"Well, how it is?" Tyler asked. "Decent? As good as Amy Phelps' ass?"
Jake laughed. "Not too bad," he said, still reaming me out with his cock. "Tighter than Amy. Too fucking noisy though. Shut him up for me, will ya, dude?"
"Sure thing!" Tyler replied. He walked to the other side of the bench and grabbed my hair to pull my head up, then put his soft cock in my mouth. I started sucking on it, moaning into Tyler's cock whenever Jake rammed me particularly hard, or when he slapped my ass, which he did frequently. Tyler quickly started getting hard in my mouth again. I guess these jocks recovered quickly! Soon, his fat dick was stretching my jaw, and I was forced to concentrate on not letting my teeth scrape him while Jake pounded my other hole.
"Hey, dude! Eiffel Tower this fag!" Tyler practically shouted. I felt both him and Jake lean in, then heard them do a double high five over my back while both their cocks were buried in my holes to the hilt. They laughed, then continued fucking both my mouth and ass.
Jake must have been getting close, because he picked up his pace, really spearing me with his cock, using the power of his muscular legs to ram it as deep as possible with every thrust. Meanwhile, my mouth and a good part of my throat were stuffed to capacity by Tyler's beer can dick, and it seemed like it would be a race as to which one would cum first. It turned out to be Jake, who dug his hands into my small hips and rammed his cock into me one last time while letting out an animal-like roar, then filling my insides with his seed. That must have set Tyler off, because seconds later, my mouth was flooded with a second load of his cum.
Slowly, both them pulled out of my abused holes. "Get dressed and get the fuck out of here, fagboy. We're done with you," Jake ordered. They both turned to their lockers and started to get dressed, ignoring me. I was obviously just a cum dump for the two of them. Having accomplished my purpose, they no longer needed me. It hurt when I realized that, but I knew it was true. I quickly pulled on my clothes and left the field house as fast as I could, reeking of sex, with the taste of jock cum in my mouth, and the feel of Jake's semen dripping out of my abused ass.