Date: Sat, 27 Jan 2024 17:27:15 -0500
From: Storm Cleaver <thestormcleaver@gmail.com>
Subject: Jock Fitting Part III

...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.

Paul froze. His world shrank, the voices from the locker room and Seth's
heaving breaths falling away. He'd been caught. The harsh lighting above
the sinks made it difficult for Paul to discern any features but his eyes
soon adjusted.

He initially thought the silhouette belonged to an adult man when, in
fact, it belonged to somebody younger. Another student, outfitted in the
orange and white jersey of the school's football team. His upper body
filled out the uniform nicely, with broad shoulders that tapered to a
trimmed waistline. He had tucked it into his jeans. Paul could help but
notice the tight elastic of the stranger's sleeves riding high on his
arm, exposing his biceps. He never moved an inch, eyes darting from Paul
to Seth and back again.

It must be quite a shock, Paul thought, walking in on a teacher with his
cock out. He recognized the boy from practices he'd seen that summer but
couldn't recall his name, the running back maybe?

Still on the floor and unaware of their new guest, Seth sat back on his
heels and looked up at Paul. The boy tracked Paul's gaze and twisted his
head around. Paul never saw the look of shock on Seth's face, but the boy
scrambled to his feet and began searching frantically for his shorts.

Paul was about to do the same when noticed something. His gaze traveled
down the athlete's body and settled on the boy's groin, eyeing the
unmistakable bulge that strained against his jeans.

A smile crept across Paul's cheeks. How long had this kid been standing
there, he wondered. Paul had gotten himself lost in Seth from the moment
the boy had first tried the jock on. It could have been seconds, minutes,
maybe longer. There was no doubt though, Paul had been caught red-handed
and buck naked.

"Hey there," Paul called out. Seth had found his jock on the floor and
rushed over to the folding chair that held his clothes. He rushed to get
the remainder of his outfit back on.

The stranger's prolonged silence unnerved Paul, but he pushed on, "what's
your name, son?"

A beat, then the stranger cleared his throat and replied, "Dalton, sir."
The sound of Dalton's voice filled the room, strong and confident despite
his young age, resonating with a low, smooth tone that Paul felt in his
chest.

"Hey, Dalton. It's nice to meet you," Paul said. He glanced over at Seth,
who had managed to get his gym shorts on and was turning his shirt right
side out. "I was just helping Seth here with getting a new cup fitted."

Seth returned to the situation at the mention of his name, his eyes like
a fawn that had been trapped by wolves. Dalton glanced at the boy in the
corner but curiously paid him little mind.

"Funny," Dalton said, "when I got mine I don't remember sucking my
coach's dick."

The boldness of the young man caught Paul off guard. He watched a smug
grin spread across Dalton's face as he leaned against the cinder block
frame of the shower entrance.

In the silence that hung between them, Paul's heart was a kick drum
pounding to a harried beat. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his
nerves. Was he nervous that he'd been caught, or excited that Dalton had
not immediately run off? If Dalton had not been in the least bit curious,
Paul decided, he wouldn't have stuck around this long. Regardless, he
reached down and slipped his jockstrap back on, covering himself.

"I was just showing Seth how good it felt to, you know," Paul searched
for the words, "get some relief."

"Oh is that right?" Dalton asked. His voice sounded innocent enough,
casual even.

What was this kid playing at, Paul wondered.

Dalton turned his attention to Seth, who had finally gotten his shirt on,
and asked, "what did Mr. Grider show you then?"

"Mr. Grider, he um...he made me feel really good when he put my...you
know," the boy stammered, blushing fiercely. He glanced at Paul, who gave
a nod for the boy to continue, "when he put my penis in his mouth."

Dalton chuckled, "Ya, I bet that did feel pretty good!"

Seth smiled, nodding vigorously.

Dalton bucked off the wall and sauntered towards Paul, "and then I bet
Mr. Grider asked you to make him feel good too, huh?"

Seth nodded less enthusiastically, looking tiny against the wall. As he
came closer Paul was impressed with the young man's size. He surely stood
shorter than his other classmates, but he made up for his small stature
in sheer bulk. He was fit, clearly benefiting from weight training and
football practice because his legs, sculpted and powerful, stretched the
pair of jeans he wore. Paul only wished he could see Dalton turn around.

Dalton seemed to be toeing the line between confidence and arrogance.
Paul's initial shock at being caught had mellowed into intrigue, more at
himself than Dalton's behavior. He had never found himself attracted to
more dominant men before as he much preferred to be the one in control.
And yet, he found himself stiffening again.

Dalton stopped directly in front of Paul, barely a fist between them, and
looked up into his teacher's face. His shit-eating grin told Paul exactly
where this was headed.

The young athlete leaned in close to Paul's ear. In a murmur he said,
"maybe if Mr. Grider doesn't want everybody finding out just how good he
makes little boys feel, he'll do exactly what I tell him."

Paul's stomach twisted, fear clashing against his urges. Heat from
Dalton's body washed over Paul and he inhaled the boy's musk. The smell
of someone who had worked out hard that morning and sat in his sweat for
the rest of the afternoon. He looked down his chest to see the teeth of
Dalton's zipper being strained even more.

Paul knew what needed to be done, he had no other choice. He would have
to submit to Dalton completely or risk his entire future.

"Yes," he said finally.

"Yes, what?" Dalton demanded.

Paul glared at the boy. Was he really going to let some kid bully him
around? A full-grown adult?

His reply came out low, barely a grumble, "Yes, sir."

"That's more like it," Dalton said as he took a half step back, beaming,
"you can start by getting on your knees."

Paul's gaze never left Dalton's; he lowered himself, his bruised knees
protesting as they bore his weight once again on the cold tile floor.

The discomfort was fleeting however, quickly replaced by the
all-consuming desire to see the young man's body in its full glory.
Paul's attention shifted towards the crotch before him as he reached for
the button on Dalton's jeans, desperate to see what secrets they held.

His hand was snatched in mid-air. Paul looked up at his restrainer to see
the boy shaking his head, clicking his tongue.

"Simon didn't say touch, Mr. Grider," Dalton said, "not yet."

Paul let his hand fall to his side, ashamed. He felt like a dog
performing for treats.

Dalton turned to Seth, who sat frozen, watching with rapt attention. He
seemed to have failed to notice his own erection tenting his gym shorts.

Speaking to his younger classmate, Dalton asked, "Seth, why don't you
tell us how Mr. Grider here made you feel so good?" He waved the boy
over, who obediently walked over to stand next to Dalton. "What should
Mr. Grider do first?"

Seth giggled before he replied, "Well first he needs to take your pants
off."

Dalton turned his attention to Paul, who could feel the warmth of blood
rushing into his cheeks. A part of him felt humiliated, made to get on
his knees and perform for two teenagers. But mostly he didn't care, so
long as he got to play his part in whatever Dalton had planned for him.

"Go ahead," Dalton said. It was all he needed to say.

Paul reached out again, unimpeded this time. The cotton was rough against
his fingertips as he hooked his index and middle finger behind the metal
button. Using his thumb, he unfastened the jeans and pulled down the
zipper. His mouth started to water as Dalton's fly fell to reveal the
young man's polyester boxers, bright blue and covered with small yellow
triangles.

His heart pounded against his ribcage as he reached up with his other
hand and pulled the jeans down completely. The young man's erection was
straining against the thin fabric, teasing him.

Paul looked up at Dalton, who stared down at him with a scornful
expression.

"You want to see it, don't you Mr. Grider?" Dalton asked, already knowing
the answer.

"Yes," Paul said, barely a breath.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir," Paul replied more firmly.

Dalton nodded and Paul swiftly reached up and pulled the underwear down.
He was greeted by a handsome cock that bounced after being released from
its fabric prison.

Paul noticed immediately that the boy was uncircumcised, the pink head
just barely peeking out. The shaft was slightly skinnier than his own,
maybe even thinner than Seth's, but long. It arced up gracefully, defying
gravity and pointing back at its owner's face.

Paul could handle it. He was greedy for it, he reached up again to grab
hold and had his hand smacked away. Skin stinging, he pressed the back of
his hand against the cold tile floor to soothe the pain.

"Patience. Now Seth, what did Mr. Grider do to you once you took your
clothes off?" Dalton asked.

"Um, well first he used his tongue to lick all over my...you know," Seth
said, gesturing at Dalton's manhood, "and then he put it in his mouth and
started sucking on it real good!"

Dalton raised his eyebrows as he looked back down at Paul,

"Well doesn't that sound like fun," he said, "I bet that definitely felt
good, huh?"

Seth nodded eagerly and Paul wanted to as well. He knew he could make
Dalton feel just as good. He just needed the opportunity.

Dalton's blue eyes pierced right through Paul, "Go ahead, show me what
you got."

Paul wasted no time, immediately sucking the head into his mouth. Using
his lips, he slid the young man's foreskin back and began working the
young man's cock. He paid particular attention to the sensitive
underside, running his tongue back and forth across the frenulum. He
heard a low groan escape Dalton and grinned to himself in satisfaction.

Paul sucked the boy's cock hungrily, taking in as much as possible as
quickly as he could. It wasn't long before he had swallowed Dalton in his
entirety, his face met by the boy's firm abdomen. Dalton arched back,
thrusting his hips forward and exposing as much of himself as possible
for Paul's greedy throat. The sounds of his slurping rebounded off the
shower walls.

Paul was so fueled by ecstasy that at first he did not realize that his
head was being grabbed. In a moment his cock sucking turned into a brutal
throat fucking. Paul was helpless in Dalton's grip, his throat being
thrashed by powerful thrusts. Paul couldn't help the noises he made as he
was being used. He couldn't stop them from getting louder and louder with
each pump as he struggled to keep up with Dalton's increasingly frantic
pace.

Dalton pushed himself fully down Paul's throat, up to the hilt, and held
fast.

"You're gonna have to keep it down if you don't want to get caught, " he
said, "again that is."

The satisfying feeling of a full throat slowly gave way to a burning in
Paul's chest as he used what little air he'd managed to inhale before
getting pummeled. He pushed desperately against Dalton's hips, trying to
escape, but the highschooler was surprisingly strong.

"Promise me you're going to keep it down, Mr. Grider," Dalton demanded.

Tears streamed down the man's face but he managed a nod, as much as he
could manage given the fact that his face was being shoved into a groin.

And then he wasn't. The pressure against his head mercifully relented and
Paul threw himself back, releasing Dalton's cock and sucking in precious
oxygen. He fell forward at Dalton's feet, coughing, and heaving against
the tile. Spit dripped from his open mouth and fell on the floor.

"Did he ever do that to you," Dalton asked. Paul could only assume he was
speaking to Seth. There was a pause, then, "you ever do that to him?"

Another pause and still Paul had not recovered enough to sit up.

"Did he ever let you fuck him?"

Paul froze, not even drawing the breath he had been so desperate for just
a moment ago. Of course he knew what Seth's response would be, the truth
no doubt, but still he wanted to hear the words.

"Fuck him?" he heard Seth ask.

"Exactly," Dalton said.

Paul used his arms to push himself back into a kneeling position. He
looked Dalton in the eyes as the young man said, "let's show our boy Seth
here exactly what I mean, Mr. Grider."


Thank you for reading. If you enjoyed it, please let me know! I love
hearing from my readers.

-Storm