Date: Sun, 19 Dec 2004 14:42:21 -0800 (PST)
From: Eros Zob <ofvenus@yahoo.com>
Subject: Used by Jocks part 4

Disclaimer: The following story is for the most part a work of fiction.  A
few instances are drawn from actual events involving consenting persons 18
years or older, but no original names of people, or places have been used.
The following material deals with sexual situations involving homosexual
acts.  Other situations include bondage, S&M, and in order to make a more
compelling story line the situation takes place in a highschool setting.
It is not recommended that this material be viewed by persons under the age
of 18 or anyone else who does not wish to read a story involving acts of
homosexual sex.


Used by Jocks -- Part 4
by Eros


Chapter 7 
--- Cleaning Up  ---


I tried to cover for Marco as best I could.  I didn't need to be told that
the last thing he wanted the other guys to see was a post-butt-fuck chubby
in between his wobbly legs.  I kept him hunched over and unexposed as we
worked our way to the showers.  No one saw it.

He then collapsed onto the tile floor behind the entrance wall.

"You ok?"

"Thanks" he said avoiding my obvious question.  Of course he wasn't ok. He
was just fucked up the ass by the biggest dick anyone at our highschool had
ever seen, and what's worse it gave him a hard on.  "Thanks for coverin'
for me"

"It's cool...that shit just happens anyway..." I was trying to make him
feel normal again.

"What d'ya mean?"

"It's not yer fault..." I gazed down at his crotch immediately wishing I
hadn't even started the conversation.

"Oh...yeah I could feel him...and I..."  Now he looked down at it.

"Yeah...I don't think it means anything..."

He looked up at me.  He was gorgeous.  It was either a blank stare, or
concealed suspicion.  "Yeah, sorry they made you...suck me"

"Yeah..."

"Guess that's why it's not as embarrassing to be sitting here with you
talking about...But if they'd seen it.."

"Oh...yeah" We both sat in silence.  Then I was compelled to ask, where it
came from I'll never know.  "Do you...D'ya want me to..."  I let loose the
very slightest of cock glances, surely he couldn't have even detected it in
his weakened state.

"You...you mean" His eyebrows raised slightly and his gaze fell downward
though never directly at his own hard-on, still raging.

"Well...If you want I could...ya know...so they don't see" My God I just
officially came out to Marco.  I just fucking offered my services.  What's
come over me?  I should just leave now while I can.  I should just go, no
one's paying attention anymore.  They'd let Paul go, they wouldn't leave
him hanging in the closet.  They'll let Marco go too.  I should just...

"Ok" decided Marco without smiling.  There was excitement in his eyes, but
his face didn't follow suit.  He wanted me to blow him, he just didn't want
to look like he wanted it.

I suddenly forgot about escape, and stood the Latin boy up.  He braced
himself on two neighboring shower heads.  He was somehow stronger now.  I
knelt down in between his legs, rubbing my hands across his cut abs as I
made my way to his slightly furry balls.  I gently massaged them as I took
his still erect dick into my mouth.  This would relax him, this would help
him forget.  Hopefully this would please him back into contentment.

He was shuddering already.  I felt sorry for the sexually promiscuous girls
of our school, none of their male counterparts seemed to last very long.
His legs began tensing and flexing as if massaging themselves.  My hands
found their way under his balls where I kneaded his taint to relieve the
tension.  Up and down I went, sucking on his convulsing cock, and rolling
it's head around in my mouth.  I was good at this now.  The vein on the
underside of his shaft began pulsing wildly.  It was time.  Then, muffling
his grunts, his whole groin let loose countless spasms and he flooded my
mouth with his warm creamy cum.  It felt like a gallon.  Every time I
swallowed a little, more would spurt into my mouth, and onto my tongue.  I
loved his taste now.  I needed more of it.  It was still musky and
overpowering, but I was more used to it now.  It could be a taste I could
learn to tolerate, or even enjoy.

He let out a whispered sigh, then withdrew his shrinking cock from my moist
mouth.  I savored his taste, but not too long, before I swallowed it.  He
drew another deep breath, and exhaled.  Looking down at me he was at once
grateful and unsmilingly complacent.  Before sucking his cock he almost
smiled in agreement to the notion, but now it was as if I hadn't even been
a part of it, like he was almost wondering why I was down there, but too
blissful to ask.

But in reality he knew what I did for him.

"Thanks man...I feel better now"

I was still kneeling, looking up into his eyes.  I nodded, licking my lips,
yet trying to keep my cool, "Sure"


Chapter 8
 Paul Greeve's - Part Two---


Paul was alone now, handcuffed to the overhead pipes of an abandon towel
closet.  He'd just had a nice warm mouth around his cock, and he actually
thought at one point he was going to accidentally cum into it.  He tried
his hardest to ignore the pleasurable sensation that this random freshman
was "unwillingly" sending through his body, but he was reaching a
threshold.  His cock had hardened, though not completely, but it was still
obvious.  Especially to the naked boy whose face was bound to it.  But then
with no warning Joe burst back into the room.  Paul heard shouting coming
from the locker room, an argument had ensued.  He instantly thought,
"finally he'll let us go" And he did...half of "us".  He had untied the
human urinal at Paul's feet and dragged him out of the room, but not before
noticing that Paul had freed himself of his gag.

Paul had almost forgotten about it.  It was on the floor beneath him, next
to his socks.  A yellowed, moist, cum and piss stained pair of formerly
white cotton briefs.  He had almost worn them for a month, now he wished he
had.  No amount of smelliness or itchiness was worse than this helpless
bondage.

"Aw, looks like you accidentally dropped your gag Paul." Joe smiled.

He quickly bent over and picked up the foul undergarment.  "Here ya go big
guy."  As he said "big guy" Joe lowered his hand and flicked Paul's nearly
erect penis with his index finger.  It was clear to Joe that Paul had
gotten hard inside the naked freshman's mouth, and maybe he liked it.  Then
Joe got some fresh duct tape and regagged the naked boy with his own filthy
underwear.  Finally for good measure he picked up the discarded socks and
made them into a blindfold.  Paul was now bound, gagged, blindfolded, and
semi-erect.

He waited there for another 20 minutes, trying his hardest to spit out the
rancid underwear gag, but it was secured too well.


Chapter 9
 The Great Escape...attempt---


The tangy taste of Marco's cum was still fresh on my tongue as the two of
us sneaked out of the shower room.  Half of the guys had already left, the
rest were nearly ready to.  They didn't notice the two naked sex slaves
tiptoeing behind them.  They hadn't planned anything.  Marco was headed for
the laundry room, hoping to find his clothes or someone else's and to
finish with the jockstraps as fast as possible.  I, on the other hand, was
headed for the towel room.  I didn't remember where my clothes were, and I
knew Paul was still hanging there naked.  I had to help him if I could.

I slipped into the towel room, and there he was.  His tanned subtly muscled
surfer physique glistened with sweat.  The room smelled of it.  His cock
was no longer hard, as it had been in my mouth, but it wasn't completely
soft either.  It hung heavy against his balls.  I immediately noticed his
gag had been replaced, and a new feature: the tube sock blindfold.  Joe was
so resourceful.  Paul could sense that someone else was in the room.  He'd
heard the door and stopped fidgeting.  Suddenly, I wasn't so concerned with
freeing him.

He had no idea it was me.  In all probability he would have had to assume
it was Joe.  I had a nude surfer at my disposal.  I approached his naked
body.  His breathing quickened, he could hear me drawing near.  I walked
behind him and took in his back side.  I wanted to touch him.  I slowly
reached my hands up to his shoulders, then gave them a deep massage.  A
moan escaped through the underwear in his mouth.  He was tense, but
loosening a little.  I then ran my hands down his sides stopping at his
plump little ass.  I squeezed.  Rubbing gently, I spread his butt cheeks
apart scaring him a little, and pushed them back together.

I was curious, I'd never had a naked boy bound to my will.  I wanted to
test the "Marco Theory."  Will stimulating him from behind, really effect
his cock?  I continued rubbing his butt cheeks, and once again spread them
apart.  He tensed again.  He must have assumed Joe was going to do
something to his ass.  Spank him, shove a broom handle up it...fuck him.
But I wasn't Joe, I only wanted to touch.  Maybe even...please.

I finally found the nerve.  Wetting my finger with my mouth I plunged it
into his ass crack and gently massaged his sphincter muscle.  He writhed at
first, fearing penetration.  I reached around from behind him with my free
hand and rubbed his tight stomach and side soothingly.  I was almost
hugging him.  I continued rubbing his cherry, desiring the penetration
myself more and more each time my finger reached the puckered center.  I
couldn't help it, I had to try.  When would I have the chance again.  But
first I should check his cock.  Was it already hard again?  Bracing myself
against the side of his body I swung underneath his armpits and came eye to
eye with his crotch...again.  I never removed my finger from inside his ass
crack.  Interesting, his cock was a little chubbier.  Not erect by any
means, but the blood was flowing again.  I had to try it.  Plunging my
finger quickly into his virgin sphincter I made him jump a little.  He
probably swallowed half his undies.  It was only a finger, it wouldn't kill
him.  Besides, my theory, had been proven.  With that quick probe his cock
jumped too, he was suddenly semi-erect.  I wanted to suck it.  God, I'm a
whore.  But I wasn't ready to give up the Joe illusion yet.

I removed my finger from his ass crack, and got behind him again.  I was
getting hard.  I wanted to taste him.  Again I placed my hands on his
sides, right under the hair on his pits.  I gently stuck out my tongue and
slowly lapped up the sweat at the bottom of his neck.  Then gradually I
slurped my way down his back, along Paul's spine.  I reached his lower back
and he suddenly twitched.  Must be ticklish.  I knelt down, my face even
with his bronzed bubble butt.  I rewetted my tongue, and licked his right
butt cheek.  It had the lightest touch of peach fuzz on it, and it was so
soft I had to do it again.  I was now fully hard.  I got up and spun around
in front of him.  Again with my hands on his sides I stuck my tongue out,
and this time suckled his left nipple.  He was now moaning erratically.  I
traced the faint line of his pectoral muscle to the center of his chest and
then slowly rubbed my lips down his middle, across his stomach, into his
navel.  Reaching up with both hands while I knelt I kneaded his pecs.  He
was still hard.  I continued slowly down below his belly button kissing him
softly every centimeter along the way.  The fine, almost invisible hairs of
his stomach gradually turned into longer pubic hairs.  They tangled in my
mouth, but I didn't mind.  He was now fully erect.  I bent his cock aside
at the base and continued my journey into the bush of pubic hair at the
base of his cock where I ended it nuzzling my nose in between his stomach
and his penis.  Then I let his cock go, it slapped against his moist belly.
I stuck my nose in his balls.  They quickly separated.  I inhaled the musky
scent, then with my tongue I swatted them, before licking in between his
legs tasting his salty taint almost far back enough to brush the underside
of his asshole where my finger had earlier probed his insides.

He was hurting for release I could tell.  I gently cupped his balls with my
right hand and in one smooth well lubricated stroke I licked his stone hard
shaft from base to tip.  The pre-cum that accumulated there oozed onto my
tongue.  His lower body gave a sudden spasm.  Again, while massaging his
tightened, and full testicles, I ran my tongue up his cock.  This time when
I reached the piss slit I covered his cock head with my warm lips.  Another
spasm rocked his lower extremities.  I had blue-balled the poor guy.  He
must of have ached for release.  Then suddenly I heard the voices.

"Where the fuck did they go?"  It was coming from the showers next to us.
They must have gone looking for us.

I quickly got up, abandoning Paul in his most vulnerable moment.  I darted
out of the towel room.  I needed a place to hide, in my haste I ducked into
the laundry room.  Marco was there dressing frantically.  He'd found a
jersey in the dryer that was way too big for him, and he was slipping on
what looked to be a dirty pair of boxers that were also several sizes too
large.  He had spent his time finishing separating the jockstraps.  When he
heard the voices he dropped the detergent on the floor, before he even
started the machine, and raided the basket to find clothes for his escape.
I was still naked.

He snapped his head at me when I entered expecting it to be Nick or Simi.
A look of horror filled his face.  Then I realized, someone was behind me.

"Where're you guys off to?"


To Be Continued....

Thanks again to everyone who has commented on my story.

-Eros: ofvenus@yahoo.com