Date: Tue, 16 Jan 2024 21:18:38 -0500
From: Storm Cleaver <thestormcleaver@gmail.com>
Subject: Jock Fitting-Chapter 2

Please include the following as Chapter 2 with a previously submitted
story titled Jock Fitting. Thank you.

...Paul rose to his feet and observed the boy's trembling figure, remnant
shudders still coursing through his body from experiencing his first
orgasm. He allowed the boy a few moments before clearing his throat. Seth
looked up from his kneeling position. The fog that clouded his vision
seemed to fade as he noticed the bulbous head of Paul's cock dangling
before him. His eyes sought Paul's, pleading.

Paul cocked an eyebrow and waited...

Seth's chest heaved with ragged breaths. Paul watched the boy's cock
soften between his legs, a remnant drop of cum puddled on the tile just
below. He resisted the urge to lick it up, the sweet salt of the boy's
seed still coated his mouth and still he wanted more.

He had allowed the young man his turn, his pleasure, but Paul's need to
fulfill his own burned within him.

"That felt pretty good didn't it," he asked.

"That was...crazy! I've never felt anything like it before, Mr. Grider."

"Congratulations," he said, "You just had your first orgasm, bud. First
of many, I'm sure."

Seth looked down at himself, absentmindedly lifting the shaft up and
stroking it with his thumb. He pinched at the base and squeezed towards
the tip, forcing one final cloudy drop to breach the surface, then looked
up at Paul.

"It's cum," the man explained, "It happens when you orgasm."

"And you're...supposed to eat it?"

Paul cracked a grin, "well, you can if you want. Some people do, some
people don't. Give it a try, bud, see how you like it."

The boy returned his attention to his manhood. Using his index finger, he
swiped the droplet off the tip and brought it up to his face. He studied
it closely, moving his finger around to catch it in the light, then gave
it a curious sniff before sticking out his tongue and licking it off.
Paul watched expressions play across the young lad's face; curiosity,
confusion, and finally a squinting of the eyes as he swirled it around
his mouth.

"It tastes kind of like the ocean," he said finally, "but kind of sweet
too."

"Yeah that sounds about right. Everybody's is a little different, but
they mostly all taste that way. Yours was definitely on the sweeter side.
"

Seth pondered on that for a moment before his eyes sparked with
eagerness, "what does yours taste like Mr. Grider?"

Paul had to restrain himself, to keep himself in check, so as not to
scare the boy. Not yet.

"You can give it a try if you like, little man," Paul told him, "see if
it tastes the same as yours or not."

His erection had yet to subside, its weight pulling the head down in
Seth's direction. The boy's gaze left Paul's and dropped to the man's
cock, eyeing the precum that had formed on the tip. Paul did not move.
Patience was the name of the game and the man knew it was important for
Seth to come to him. He had to want it.

Seth advanced, shuffling on his knees, so he could examine the erection
up close. At first he avoided touching the man, shifting his head from
side to side to get a view of his teacher's cock from all angles. Seth's
brow set and he reached out tentatively.

At the last second Paul flexed his penis and it twitched just out of the
boy's grasp. Seth giggled and looked up into his teacher's eyes. Paul
couldn't help but laugh at the young man's innocence.

"I'm just playing," he told Seth, "go ahead."

Seth reached out with confidence and, using his left hand to steady
Paul's cock, swiped the bead of precum off. His fingers could barely
close around the girth of the man's fully grown erection. He brought it
to his nose just as before and gave it a sniff.

"Smells the same," he said.

"Taste it," Paul commanded.

Seth again stuck out his tongue and swiped the precum across it, studying
the flavors as the opened in his mouth.

"Tastes the same, but the texture is different. It's less," the boy
searched for the right word, "thick."

"That's because it's just precum."

"Precum?"

Paul nodded, "right. It's mostly the same stuff, just a bit more watery.
Sometimes it comes out when you get hard."

The boy nodded, seeming to understand. Paul was keenly aware of the hand
that was still wrapped around his manhood.

"Can I try some more, Mr. Grider," the boy asked.

Paul smirked.

"Of course, bud. Go ahead."

Seth's fingers squeezed the man's cock as he slowly pulled towards the
tip, working the precum out just like he'd done to himself moments ago.
Paul couldn't stop the groan that escaped his lips and the boy looked up,
startled out of his study. Paul cursed in his mind, he to keep quiet.
There were a bunch of freshmen just a few feet away.

"Keep going," Paul told the boy, his voice low and rough. Seth's hand
continued to pull the precum out of him inch by inch until another cloudy
drop breached the tip. The boy reached out to grab a swipe again but Paul
caught his hand in mid air. Startled, Seth's gaze met his teacher's. His
lips so close to Paul's cock he could feel the boy's breath, warm and
humid against his groin.

"Go ahead and give it another taste, no hands this time though," Paul
instructed, "only your tongue."

He released the boy's hand and Seth let it fall and rest on his thigh. He
seemed to think on the proposition, weighing his uncertainty against his
curiosity.

Paul pushed one last time, "just think of it like an ice cream cone, bud.
Give it a lick."

This seemed to boost the boy's confidence. He loved ice cream after all,
chocolate being his favorite. He lifted Paul's manhood to his lips and
licked the precum right off the tip.

Paul let another groan loose at the feeling of the boy's soft tongue
scraping his sensitive head. The swollen gland pulsed with every pump of
blood, demanding more attention.

"How was that," Paul asked the boy.

"It's not bad," he said, "it doesn't taste like ice cream. But it's not
bad"

Paul chuckled, elated that Seth was finally warming up to him, and his
cock bobbed up and down in time with his laughter.

He gave the boy a moment to savor his precum before asking, "Seth, do you
remember how good it felt earlier? When I put my mouth around your
penis?"

Seth nodded excitedly.

"It felt amazing," he exclaimed.

"Well, would you want to help me feel amazing too?"

In the silence that hung between them, Paul could only hear the pounding
of the heart within his chest.

It felt like eons before the boy finally answered.

"Sure," was all he said. Simple enough. He brought his face close to
Paul's groin, stared up at the phallus for a few seconds, before finally
giving the head another lick just as he had before, taking longer that
time though.

Paul let out the breath he wasn't even aware he had been holding in a
long, satisfied sigh. The boy looked up at him again for reassurance and
Paul nodded, he should continue.

Seth used his tongue to swirl around the man's head, soaking the tip in
saliva, before parting his lips and pulling it inside his mouth. Paul
brushed the boy's hair away from his face but kept a hand on the top of
the Freshman's head.

"Good boy," Paul growled, "just like that."

After some encouragement, Seth worked the tip of his teacher's cock more
eagerly, slurping around the head as his lips spread wide to accommodate
it. Paul was surprised at how well the boy emulated, alternating between
bouts of sucking on the head and swirling his tongue around it, just as
he had been shown.

Paul lost himself in ecstasy as he was being swallowed; he could not help
himself from applying some pressure to the back of the boy's head. He
encouraged him to go deeper, to take even more of his cock.

To Seth's credit, he tried his best. His jaw was extended to its maximum
and yet it could barely contain the man's head. Paul did not expect the
young lad to swallow his cock completely. Still, he wouldn't let that
stop him from trying.

He started to assume more control, firming his grip on Seth's head and
guiding his cock into the boy's mouth. Seth submitted at once and allowed
the man to use him.

Paul started slowly at first, gentle, setting a tempo that would allow
the young man to relax. He continued just working the head in and out.

Paul glanced down past the action and noticed the boy was fully hard
again.

"You like this don't you, bud," he said with a smirk. It wasn't a
question.

He pulled his cock from the boy's mouth so that he could answer, giving
him a much needed break as well. Seth didn't seem to notice the spit that
dribbled down the corner of his mouth.

"It kind of hurts, Mr. Grider," the boy huffed as he tried to catch his
breath, "but I want to make you feel just as good as you made me feel."

"That's what I like to hear," he said, "this might hurt a little more but
it's the only way you'll get to taste my cum, okay? I'm going to go a
little deeper."

A look of alarm overcame the boy's face, he was already struggling to
take the head. He eyed the length of the man's cock, seeing that he'd
only taken a maybe quarter of its length so far.

Seth shook his head and said, "I don't think I can, sir."

"Sure you can. I'll tell you a little secret," Paul said and leaned down,
lowering his voice, "try to swallow. Just like you're eating ice cream,
remember? You might gag a little and that's totally fine. But if you
swallow, you can do the same thing I was doing to you earlier."

The boy nodded and his brow set with determination, he seemed to like the
challenge. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth, ready.

Paul grabbed the boy's head again and guided his cock to those lips, once
a light pink but reddened and raw from the work he was putting the boy
through. He started at the same pace as before, thrusting the head in and
out of Seth's waiting mouth. Once he thought the young man was used to
that sensation again, Paul slowed his pace, taking his time but pushing
deeper. He felt the boy's lips curl over the ridge of his cockhead and
moisten the beginning stretch of his shaft.

"Go ahead, Seth. Try to swallow for me."

Paul watched the boy's Adams apple bob as he gulped hungrily on the man's
cock, pulling another inch into his mouth. Wrinkles creased the boy's
eyes as he strained to accommodate the man's organ.

The feeling of having his erection stroked by Seth's throat was almost
too much for Paul to bear. He focused on the voices echoing from the
locker room, the dripping of a leaky showerhead, anything to keep himself
from climaxing; he wanted to enjoy the experience for as long as
possible.

"You're doing great, bud, try to breathe through your nose," Paul told
him, then asked, "do you think you could swallow any more?"

All Seth could muster in return was a muffled mhm before Paul felt
himself being pulled deeper again. The boy swallowed once, twice more and
Paul's cock was ratcheted down the boy's throat.

"Fuck," the man sighed, closing his eyes in bliss. Hot breaths from the
boy's nose poured over Paul's groin. He knew he wasn't going to last much
longer.

"I'm about to cum, Seth. You want to taste my cum don't you bud?"

Unable to speak with his mouth full, Seth nodded on the man's cock and
swallowed again earnestly. Paul finally slid all the way into the boy's
throat, up to the hilt, feeling the young muscles stretch and squirm as
they struggled to take the invading phallus. He was surprised Seth hadn't
gagged even once; he must be one of the lucky few without a natural gag
reflex. This could be the start of something very fun for the two of
them, he thought.

Seth continued to swallow on the cock, taking breaths in between as best
he could.

The stroking of his erection inside the boy's throat was too much for
Paul. Panting, he grabbed the boy by the head roughly and held him down,
crushing Seth's face into his groin. The boy struggled, bracing his hands
against Paul's muscular legs, but was held firm. Paul grunted wildly as
he finally released, pumping rope after rope of hot cum down the boy's
throat.

Seth squirmed fiercely and finally gagged as his mouth was overfilled.
Semen bubbled out of the corners as he tried desperately to breathe,
unable to get any oxygen past the phallus that filled his mouth.

"Swallow it," Paul told the boy, who did, before Paul finally released
him. The boy fell forward onto his hands, gasping for air. He coughed,
then spit some of Paul's seed onto the tile.

It was only once his cloud of ecstasy began to clear that Paul noticed
the dark frame of a man in the shower doorway.


I hope you've enjoyed chapter two. If you would like to read more about
Paul and Seth, please let me know.

-Storm