Date: Sun, 19 May 2013 22:03:27 -0400 From: jasper adams Subject: Straight Jock Boy Chronicles 2 Hope you guys enjoy it! This is my first story that is complete fiction, peppered with my own raunchy experiences and fantasies - a departure from my other stories posted under CELEBRITY. Remember to send in feedback or any other comments - it is all greatly appreciated! proseinourdreams@gmail.com proseinourdreams.blogspot.com Ryan Ford sat atop the lifeguard's stoop, of course keeping a steady eye out for the swimmers at the pool, but also enjoying the attention lavished upon him and his golden body. Clad in only a pair of almost-too-small board shorts and a whistle dangling from around his neck, Ryan knew he was hot shit: tight, athletic body - no longer a skinny blond twink of a few years ago but still smooth and hairless save some under his pits and blond fuzz on his legs. His beefy arms, size 31 waist and cut stomach accentuated an ass that won't quit for miles, thanks to years of baseball and football drills and training. What can he say - the boy loves squats. One of the perks of this part-time summer job, other than saving his broke, (plump), college student ass, was the attention from the MILFs, DILFs, sorority girls, closeted guys, etc. Sometimes he would sit with his legs extra wide apart or casually drape one over the arm of his chair, his size-13 feet dangling, and watch the heads turn. Ryan wasn't dumb - he knew how some guys would look at him, undress him with their lustful eyes and imagine doing dirty things to him. This fact he was well aware of. Hell, he does the same to girls at school all the time. The southern jock boy got off on the attention, secretive glances from knowing guys, closeted and out alike, and sometimes even inappropriate and forceful propositions. A drunk and aggressive man had accosted Ryan in a bar once this summer (okay - more than once... Ryan couldn't remember if it was ever the same guy...); luckily Ryan was wasted out of his mind and horny as hell: he passively let the older man pin him against a bathroom stall wall, unbuckle his belt and unzip his shorts, unleashing his hard jock cock. The man sucked and jerked Ryan off and swallowed every drop of Ryan's thick jock cum; however, when he tried to turn Ryan over, readying himself to fuck Ryan's juicy ass, Ryan stuffed his goodies back in his pants and took off. Same protocol - every encounter. He had his share of pussy - his girlfriends and more - and has let countless guys like this one worship his cock, but Ryan knew his ass belonged to Coach Krueger and Sam. The possessive daddy-son team had a power over Ryan, an addiction to their forceful nature, eager sexual appetite, and an ability to turn the popular straight jock into their pussy boy, a switch they alone have the ability to flip in Ryan. Summer break should be over soon. Ryan, who just turned 19, had been a good ol' boy for months. Coach wanted his ass tight, like a virgin boy's, when he returned to school in a month. The blond jock got off with countless girls and girls' mothers all summer (plus some drunken oral from guys - usually at his favorite bar's bathroom stall; unbeknownst to Ryan, horny men made this bar their favorite summer hang as well, for the off-chance of running into the blond jock boy on any given summer night so they could try their luck with the fickle tease of a jock boy). Ryan loved that others craved him and his body, his eight-inch cock eliciting squeals of ecstasy from half the college girls in town and his cock and cum eagerly lapped up by jock-hungry men, but Ryan felt emptiness after every tryst. His own sexual appetite was insatiable, but he needed something else. Something more than the occasional and overly eager guy's hot mouth; he needed Coach Krueger and Sam. Ryan needed his drug. He needed his ass filled. He needed his face pushed down onto a dirty rug. He needed to be pinned down. He needed to be called a pussy fag bottom. He needed to feel something, anything, tear into his quivering boy hole. He needed to be filled to the brim, and to cry out like a little bitch as Coach or Sam fuck him, to hear their balls slapping against his ass as they fucked him so hard and fast until he can't see straight and can't stand. He needed to be forced to submit, to gag, to sob, to hurt so good, to beg, to cum all over himself as he is impaled on Coach's or Sam's cock... or both together. To lick up cum like a horny puppy, to be slapped around, tied up, gagged, pissed on... It's been too long. The daddy-son team had been achingly incommunicative all summer. Not a text, email, nothing. Ryan's ass clenched as he sat there on top of the lifeguard's stoop, his empty boy hole quivering as he gently ground his bubble butt into the wooden seat. He was so hard. His horniness for cock was debilitating. He needed Coach and Sam. He wanted to feel their bodies on top of his, their cocks lined up at his hungry hole, to smell their bodies, to gasp for air from their weight, to... "(ughnnn... (fuck...) ughnnn... guhhhnnn... ughnn!)" Ryan buckled in his seat, his long toes curled tightly like an eagle's talons as he pretended like nothing was happening, his arms tightly crossed across his toned, beefy chest as he lets out a more audible moan... a fresh sheen of sweat forming all over his muscled body.... eyes shut tight... body trembling... lips swollen, red and quivering... as he shot that day's load into his swimming shorts. It was a big load. A huge cum stain formed at his crotch almost instantly, as some of his fresh jock-boy cum trickled down his beefy thigh. Shit. - "Sorry Ryan, it's just budget cutting. Nothing personal." "But I get paid next to nothing as it stands!" Ryan was flabbergasted. He was getting laid off from the pool. "I'm' only part-time anyway? How does what I make an hour make any difference?" "Sorry boy," the owner said dryly. "We're cutting back - getting volunteer lifeguards. Guessin' you wouldn't volunteer? Happy to give a good reference, though..." "(ARGGH!!!)" - Ryan stormed into the locker room, angry as hell. Rent was due in a few days, and his bank account was near empty. He threw some shit around, pounded on the locker, stood there barefoot, helpless in his board shorts with the dried cum stain, his trim, cut body heaving and blushing red with frustration. "Now, now... what's all this, kid?" Ryan heard a voice behind him. "Oh fuck! Sorry. I thought I was alone." There was a man getting dressed in the corner of the room, tying his tie, facing into the mirror. Ryan felt himself blushing, and forced one of his adorable crime-absolving grins and shrugged. "I just got fired." "No way? Well, sorry to hear, kid," The man said, slipping his large, socked feet into leather loafers, still not looking at Ryan. "I'm sure a boy like yourself can find a way to make it work." "Oh... I don't know..." Ryan pouted, sitting down and straddling a bench and observed the guy. He somehow wanted the man to look at him, to make him feel good about himself. The man, who is around 40, or a young looking 40-something, just went along his business, adjusting his tie and putting on his suit jacket while ignoring the scantily-clad jock boy a few feet away. "Summer's almost over, so jobs usually are dried up..." "Where you from? That accent? Southern boy?" "Yes sir." "Well, a kid like you I'm sure has got his options..." The man said with a subtle smile, catching Ryan's eager eyes for a split second in the mirror. Ryan all of a sudden got butterflies in his stomach. That emptiness inside him stirred, and he suddenly felt very, very exposed sitting there in just his board shorts. "Something, a talent... a skill... I'm sure, from your resume... you can use...." "Life guarding, baseball, football, and mowing lawns?" Ryan got a tingly feeling in his fingers and toes, butterflies turned into knots. This guy wanted him, right? Maybe? If the man would just look at him, he could figure him out. Ryan leaned back on the bench on his elbows, stretching out his smooth and athletic 5'10" frame and spread his meaty legs a bit further, hoping for some attention. Any kind of attention. His empty jock hole quivered, ached... "I don't need a lawn mower," The man picked up his bag. He was in an expensive suit, broad and tall, maybe four or five inches taller than Ryan, and looks like a former football player or body builder. Walking towards the exit, the man deliberately placed a business card on Ryan's flat, heaving tummy. Ryan couldn't tell if the hot fingertips of the man lingered on his skin longer than necessary. Was there a caress? "Give me a call if you want to talk options." - Fuck this shit. After a week of eating instant noodles, Ryan found himself entering the man's home - a penthouse suite in the nicest part of the city. Holy cow. "Have a seat," the man motioned. He was still sharply dressed, in a suit but without a tie. Same large leather loafers. Same muscular build. Same salt-and-pepper hair and attractive, stern face. "Call me Greg. Drink?" "Thanks, Mr. Greg," Ryan grinned boyishly and accepted the scotch eagerly. He was nervous. Maybe he should've dressed up for this interview, instead of coming straight from the gym. He was running late and didn't have time to shower, and wore his sweaty jock underneath a pair of old, loose-fitting jeans, his dirty baseball cap turned backwards like he always wore it. On Ryan's size-13 feet is a pair of old high-tops - he thought going sockless was more sensible than wearing his dirty, smelly gym socks. He had also forgotten to bring a clean shirt to change after his daily workout, so Ryan wore nothing underneath his zip-up hoody, feeling the cold zipper against his sweaty jock torso. "I mean, Greg." For 30 minutes, the man talked business opportunities, entrepreneurialism, real estate (his profession), Ryan's studies, his baseball, his resume, evaluating the jock's expenses and options in a college town. "It may look bleak now, but you have some great assets you can capitalize on," Greg came to the conclusion. Ryan was drunk; downing two glasses of scotch after hours of intense workout wasn't the best idea. He felt Greg sit down next to him on the couch. "There is a demand for a Southern jock like yourself out there somewhere..." Ryan was uncomfortable, not knowing what to say. Greg was really difficult to read. "From what I've seen of you on that life guarding stoop," Greg continued, casually crossing his beefy legs, his left foot lightly grazing Ryan's left leg, his right arm stretched behind the jock boy. Ryan was sure he felt Greg inhale deeply. Fuck. He should've showered. "You can pay your rent and then some if you play to your strengths. How much is rent?" "Uh, $500," Ryan shuffled in his spot on the couch. His boy hole was quivering, feeling the friction of his denim against the long-neglected hole. Greg leaned in and whispered a business proposal into the trembling jock boy's left ear, taking in the fresh musk of a nervous young athlete. Stinky and ripe for the plucking. "Really!?" Ryan's eyes shot open wide as Greg whispered figures and terms to him. He felt Greg's right hand clasping his shoulder - he's strong - Greg's large left foot more than just grazing his meaty leg now. His body was shaking with excitement, and guilt. He couldn't disobey Coach Krueger and Sam. Could he? "That's it? Nothing more?" "Take it or leave it, boy," Greg responded, eyes stern, undressing the na•ve, eager boy next to him with his hungry eyes. "Have you ever done anything like this?" "No..." Ryan whispered, averting Greg's stern eyes. A half truth. "That's all I have to do? You watch? Nothing more?" "If you do well, you may get your year's rent paid for. We'll see how you apply yourself..." - Ryan laid down on Greg's large bed, his hoody unzipped, revealing his tight, hairless torso, thick chest and cut abs, tanned from a summer in the sun. He licked his lips, and took off each shoe, wiggling his sweaty, long toes in the heavy bedroom air. Leaving the hoody on partially, Ryan leaned back and pulled off his jeans, unveiling a dirty white jockstrap barely containing a growing jock cock. The fine hairs on his legs, thighs and ass are even blonder than in the winter, making the jock boy look smooth and golden all over. He put his high-tops back on and readjusted his backwards cap. Greg wanted him like that. Ryan tried to do what he thought might look sexy. He awkwardly got on all fours, pulled back his hoody a bit, showing off his chest and broad shoulders, arched his toned back, his plump, juicy ass in the air, revealing off his hairless pink hole, winking in the hot air of the stifling bedroom. His fat ass was his asset, as Greg had whispered to Ryan, now perversely exposed, framed by thin bands from his useless jockstrap. Ryan felt shy and blushed, lightly teasing his hole with his middle finger, moaning gently as he released his cock out of the jock pouch. He closed his eyes and pretended Greg is not sitting just a few feet away from the bed, pretending he didn't hear the heavy breathing, the unzipping of dress slacks, the greasy sounds of a man slowly stroking his own cock, coming from the other side of the room. Ryan stood face down on the mattress and began furiously stroking his already rock-hard cock, letting sounds of pleasure escape from his jock lips, red and pouty. His fat ass jiggling in the air, his cock so swollen, desperate to cum as soon as possible, touching his boy hole as lightly and infrequently as possible. He couldn't let Coach Krueger down. Numbers ran through his head for every position Greg had ordered. $$$ for his hole, $$$ for his cock, $$$ for dirty talk, $$$ for touching his hole, $$$ for getting hard, $$$ for moans, $$$ to cum... "Slow down, boy," Ryan heard Greg command, and he obediently slowed down his feverish stroking. "Stick that finger in. Moan louder." "Wait... that wasn't part of the agreement..." "Just do it." Greg's voice was icy cold, dominant, almost sinister. "I'll double the final $$$." "...I..." "Just do it. Don't be a whining bitch." "(ughhnnn!)" Ryan cock jumped as he heard Greg's commanding words and let out a light cry as he obediently forced his middle finger into his eager jock hole. It had been months since Coach Krueger demolished his hole. Pangs of guilt arose deep within Ryan. It hurt, stung a bit, but he wanted more. His heart pounded harder and faster. He was getting overheated and threw off his hoody, revealing his perfect jock torso. "Like this?" "Yes boy... work that hole... that's it... deeper...." "(Ughnnn...! Ughnnn...!)" Ryan felt his face flush red. He knew he shouldn't be doing this. Coach and Sam would be mad. He couldn't stop though. He craved it. He stuck his middle finger all the way in, grazing against his long-neglected prostate, which made his long toes curl and made him groan with pleasure. Ryan was shaking all over as he looked up over at Greg, eyes wet with lust and lips red with desire. "Like that?" "Did I say to look at me, boy?!" "Sorry..." "Sorry what?!" "Sorry Greg..." "Try again." "Sorry... sir?" "Try again." "Sorry... (daddy)?" "Two fingers. Face down." "Ughnnn...!" Ryan felt the pressure of his own two fingers stretching his hungry boy hole. He wanted to cum so badly, but more so he wanted this man to quit playing games and to ravage him. How would Coach Krueger possibly find out? There's no way...? "(Fuck me... daddy...)" "?!" "Fuck me... daddy... please..." Ryan begged as he moaned into the mattress, his fat ass still obscenely arched in the air, two fingers furiously pounding his own hole, faster and deeper with every thrust. Ryan spread his athletic legs wider, gyrating lewdly as his other hand jerked his eight-inch cock, ready to explode at any moment, still framed by that useless piece of jockstrap-pouch. His ass looked glorious between the thin threads of cotton. "What did you say, boy??" The man seemed genuinely surprised. "You know what you're asking for?" "Please... ughn... fuck me..." Ryan cooed pathetically. "I want your cock..." "You want your boy cherry popped?" "Yes daddy... ughnn... ughnn..." Ryan panted. He spit on his right hand and was fucking himself with three fingers now, his other hand spreading a plump ass cheek wide open as the other hand invaded himself. His toes curled and uncurled and curled again. His whole blonde body covered in sweat, flushed red, gyrating lewdly on the bed. "I need your cock in me... please..." "Have you done this before, kid?" "... no..." Ryan lied as he felt the man's body heat near his ass. His blond body blushed crimson from his lying. He moaned softly as he withdrew all three fingers, now pulling both ass cheeks as wide apart as he could, offering his perfectly pink, wet and hungry jock-boy hole. Ryan felt the man drape and tie something over his eyes. Tightly. Total darkness. Ryan nearly blew his wad as he felt the man tighten the blindfold around his eyes and baseball cap - probably one of his silk ties. "No? You have been bad, haven't you? Stop touching yourself, faggot." The man ordered. Ryan obeyed as he felt Greg pull his wrists together behind his back, crossed and tied tightly together... a belt? Ryan's stomach turned... losing his balance, he thought of his promise to Coach and Sam as Greg roughly pushed him face down into the mattress. Ass still up in the air. Legs still spread wide. Hole empty. "No daddy... I've been good... UUGHNNN!" Ryan grimaced as he felt a strong, calloused hand strike his left ass cheek. "I think you've been a bad boy, Ryan..." The man intoned as he struck Ryan's white, plump ass cheek again. "You're sure you've never done this? Pussy boy?" "...no... never... UGHNN! UGHNN!!!" In total darkness, Ryan felt the older man spank his ass two more times. Then again, and again, and again. And again, and again. Harder and harder. Repeatedly. Over and over until Ryan finally cried out. More strikes and spanks. Screaming, tears began to form in his cloaked eyes. "UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNN!!!" "I think you're a very bad boy, Ryan..." The man gently rubbed Ryan's now red ass cheeks. "Fuck, you're a fuckin' beautiful boy, but you know that. Now... again, have you done this before?" "... no..." Ryan, holding back his tears, lied again as he was struck again. His cock was so hard and red. A thin stream of precum leaked out. "UGHNNN!!" "Very well... you would give up your straight jock cherry... all for a few $$$? You've been dyng for a daddy to fuck you wide open, huh? Faggot boy?" The man exhaled hot breath onto Ryan's neck, wrapping his muscular arm around Ryan's neck, choking the blonde jock gently, knees kicking the boy's muscled legs further apart. Ryan at once in heaven and purgatory, feeling the man's hot, naked body behind him, his swollen cock leaking more precum as he felt the man's mouth on his ear, his neck, his shoulders, all the way down his back to his most precious, tender, sensitive, and private area... "OH GOD DADDY! UGHNN! UGHNN!" Ryan began thrashing as he felt the man's tongue on his hole, licking and probing forcefully, getting as deep as possible. Electricity shot through his entire body, goose bumps everywhere. Ryan, finding difficulty to move with his wrists bound behind him, backed his eager boy butt against the man's scruffy face, his tongue licking his own lips and panting. "OH YESS DEEPER PLEASE! UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNN!" Fuck. This boy is HOT. A wild one. The man thought to himself. Tastes like a man, like a dirty locker room, like a fuckin' jock. The man delve deeper, no simple task given Ryan's fat ass, his hands running all over Ryan's thick, jock body - not overdone like a body builder's - feeling every nuanced muscle, every ridge formed by hours of training, the toned thighs, the curling toes, the developed calves, the tight, cut stomach, the filled out chest... the sensitive nipples. He felt Ryan buckle uncontrollably as his fingers teased both of the jock's hard nipples. "OH GOD! UGHNN! OH GOD!! UHGNNNN!!!" Ryan cried out as his three most sensitive spots were being abused simultaneously, somehow the stimulus more heightened in total darkness. "I... I... I... CAN'T HOLD IT!" "Hold it in boy!!!" Greg commanded as he sucked on Ryan's hole, fingers flicking at each plump and swollen boy tit, feeling the jock buckle and edge towards cumming. The man felt Ryan's powerful glutes squeeze and clench around his face, Ryan's jock body trembling wildly, still obediently in face-down doggy style, his ankles and feet pulling the man in deeper. The man continued devouring Ryan's ass, harder and deeper, and began pinching and twisting Ryan's quarter-sized nipples. "SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK! UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNN!!! DADDY I CAN'T HOLD IT!!!! UGHNN UGHNN GUHNNNN!! UGHNNN!! FUCK! FUCK!!! UGHN!!!!!" Stream after stream of clear jock cum sprayed out of Ryan's cock, drenching the sheets underneath Ryan. The room was instantly filled with the smell of fresh jock cum, mixing in with the already pungent smells of ass and sweat. Ryan's sweaty body shook as the man withdrew his tongue from inside Ryan. "Oh god... Oh god... fuck... ughnnnn... ughnnn... ughnnn... fuck..." "Oh... I'm getting my money's worth, boy... Don't move." Greg commanded as he emerged from the depths of Ryan's perfect hole and ass. The sight before him was incredible - the hottest jock with a fat, dripping-wet ass, cock, thick meaty legs, bound and blindfolded in front of him, drenched in sweat over a puddle of his jock cum. Ass in the air, cock dribbling cum. Greg scooped up some of Ryan's cum from the mattress and rubbed the cum on his own rock-hard cock. He lined his nine-incher against Ryan's hole and forced all of it in one, agonizingly slow stroke. Ryan fell forward in pain and pleasure, his chest and belly feeling just how much cum he had pissed out a few moments earlier as Greg pushed him completely down on his stomach while entering his boy hole. "OH DADDY! UGHNN!! WAIT! WAIT! STOP!" Ryan, sensitive from cumming so hard and overcome with guilt, suddenly felt ashamed for how much he'd enjoyed another man's mouth on his ass. As he felt the greasy rod, fat and rock-hard, push into his hungry hole, hurting him, filling him, Ryan was conflicted, his cock still hard, and still dripping beneath him onto the already drenched sheets. He felt the man's cock push past all barriers he had saved for Coach and Sam. "UGHN!N UGHNN!! STOP! WAIT! UGHNN! I CAN'T I'M SORRY!" "Too late now, boy... UGHN!" The man mumbled as he pushed deeper into the jock, hearing the boy whimper beneath him as he pulled out a little, forcing more back in, feeling Ryan's hot hole gripping tightly onto his cock, sucking his cock deeper inside, feeling Ryan push back with his ass, opening up wider, sucking his cock in deeper each thrust until the monster cock is buried deep inside the jock boy. Ryan's hot hole sucked his cock in tightly, gripping tightly, hungrily. Ryan shook from pleasure, now whimpering like a little bitch, his voice climbing higher and higher in register with every thrust, his eyes rolled to the back of his head as Greg's cock hit that deepest part inside him. "FUCK BOY! YOU LIKE DADDY COCK IN YOUR BOY HOLE!? HMM???! THIS AIN'T NO VIRGIN HOLE, YOU FUCKIN LYNG LITTLE FAGGOT SHIT!" "(oh god oh god oh god!!!! UGHNN! UGHNN!)" Ryan was at once in heaven and hell. He longed for this. He was hungry for it. His eyes rolled to the back of his head underneath his blindfold, and felt the man behind him strike his ass again. And again. And again, and again as he began pounding Ryan, harder and harder, more and more enraged and impassioned, hitting that deepest part in Ryan every time, eliciting pathetic girly squeals from the jock boy. "OH FUCK! UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNN! DADDY PLEASE!!! UGHNN!!!" "YOU FUCKIN' LITTLE LYING SHIT!" Greg bellowed as he rammed roughly, mercilessly into Ryan's greedy hole, seeing the jock boy before him squirm as he hit the deepest point of Ryan's chute and withdrawing almost all the way out. Deep and long. Balls and thighs slapping louder and louder against Ryan's ass and thighs. "THIS JOCK ASS HAS BEEN PASSED ALL AROUND TOWN, HASN'T IT?! YOU FILTHY WHORE!" "UGHNN! UGHNN! NO!! NO SIR!! UGHNNN!!!!" Ryan was on edge, ready to blow his second load. He felt Greg slap his ass again, and again, and again, as the monster cock ripped in and out of his hungry boy hole. Tears welled up as the stings of Greg's hard strikes pushed Ryan to his limits. "PLEASE...!!! UGHNNN!!!! UGHNNNN!!!! FUCK!!! DADDY!!! OWWW!!! UGHNNNN!!!!" "COME ON! FUCKIN' JOCK BOY! TAKE DADDY'S COCK LIKE A CHAMP! TAKE IT! YOU LOVE IT, DON'T YOU, YOU LITTLE BITCH BOY! GOING AROUND TOWN SELLING YOUR FAT ASS! U FUCKIN' LOVE IT! UGHNN! UGHNN! FUCK BOY!! U FUCKIN' LITTLE SHIT!" Ryan couldn't control it. He rammed his plump ass back as hard as he could, loving the sensation of a monster cock destroying his hole and the sting of Greg's spanking on his ass. Ryan lost it. He began to sob uncontrollably as he felt Greg's large frame on top of him, weighing him down on his stomach and chocking him with muscular arms. Ryan sobbed and moaned and gasped for air as Greg licked his ears, bit his neck, raped his hole, held him tightly. Ryan cried out dryly as he felt his and Greg's weight on his sore and tender cock, rubbing roughly against the soaked sheets, Greg's monster tool raping deeper into his hungry jock hole, and felt his cock swell with heat and warmth... dry cries... inaudible to others but the two of them... biting down on his dominant daddy's arm... legs kicking behind him... hearing the lubricated slapping of balls and thighs... the sweat pouring from the man on top of him... losing oxygen... his ass clenching down on a horse-hung cock, harder than ever before, imbedded deep inside, flexing and probing his prostate... dry cries... balls against ass... swelling... tears... sweat... pleasure... pain... cum. "UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNNN!!! FUCK, BOY! FUCK!!!! UGHNNNNN!!!!!!!!" Cum everywhere... gushing out from Ryan's cock, forming warm puddle underneath the dominant daddy and the submissive jock boy, adding more bodily fluids to the dirty sheets and mattress. Cum everywhere... shooting out of the man's rock hard cock deep inside the hungry, begging jock boy's cunt... filling the boy the to brim as the monster cock continued to penetrate and withdraw, only to force itself back in again, cum leaking out of Ryan's hole as he desperately clenched his ass to keep the man's juices in... feeling the man's sweaty body hugging his own... cum spilling everywhere as the man held the jock boy tightly, feeling every sweaty and spent muscle, inhaling the jock boy's dirty scent, feeling his cock sliding in and out of the worn and wet hole... feeling Ryan - still blind-folded and bound - pass out from the long-denied pleasure and pain, in his arms and still impaled on his cock. TBC? School starts soon... More to come... love to hear about any fantasies/scenarios I can incorporate into this series :P. Xoxo j.a.