Date: Mon, 10 Jul 2017 10:49:22 -0400 From: Fmhar1969@aol.com Subject: Fireman's Son, Chapter 29 Archive: "Fireman's Son, Chapter 29" {Rob} (M B oral anal) This is the continuation of the story covering the weekend and a few days at the beginning of the school year that change the relationship between Steve and Jim. I made a mistake in the previous chapter that ruins the entire point of the dream sequence. It should have been Jake Swenson in the dream with Jim and not Bart Jenkins. Bart is the friend and fellow high school graduate of JoJo Jonson and Kurt Remington who got to know Steve early in the summer at the lake. Jake Swenson is the older Varsity baseball player friend of Jim Evans who agreed to keep Steve's secret from Jim as long as Steve keeps taking care of Jake's cock. The dream is supposed to flow out of and be a mixture of (1) Steve's desire to get back with Jim after their four-week separation at the dominant-subservient level of their last encounter and hopefully to move on to Jim fucking him; (2) Steve's fear that Jim will outgrow their relationship as he moves on to girls; and (3) the fear that Jake will betray the extent of Steve's sexual activities. I'm sorry it has taken me so long to write this chapter. I have more things taking up my time and it seems like it's harder for me to get into the swing writing a chapter from scratch. It's taken a lot of work to come up and write the basketball players. I hope you like them. The Greg-Roger thing just popped into my head as I was finishing up. I may be running out of ideas. I will definitely polish up and finish up the 4 or 5 chapters I've had written for ages concerning events around the beginning of the school year: more Dad, Coach, black school security guard, teammates (Yeah, Steve is going to take up wrestling.), and I've got to resolve the Steve-Jim relationship I've been working up to. In my head I have Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year's reunions, but I'm not sure I have the juice to get them down on paper. I'd love to hear from you with comments or suggestions. Rob at fmhar1969@aol.com. The story is copyrighted by me in 2017 as the owner of it and all legal rights pertaining to it. (1) If you are not of legal age where you live, do not read this story! (2) Since this is an entirely fictional story, a fantasy if you will, where all the sex is bareback and the main character is in some potentially risky situations, it takes no notice of the dangers of recreational sex with multiple partners. In real life, Be Careful and Be Protected. Nifty is a wonderful free service that depends on your donations to stay up. It takes a lot to keep it going. Every little bit helps. Give it a try at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html or click on "Donate" on homepage. Fireman's Son - Chapter 28 - Dream Sequence Corrected After much cogitation and perturbation, I have decided to republish the dream sequence with the name correction. Skip it and go directly to Chapter 29 if you want. Rob Friday night Steve finally went to sleep, but his sleep was disturbed by a dream, a sequence of scenes about a naked, hard-dicked Jim: He was standing in what seemed like a baseball dugout, stroking his big thick cock. Then a naked Jake Swenson was standing beside him. Jake's big cock was hard, and he was stroking it just like Jim. They grinned at each other. "That's a hard one you got there, bro! How long's it been since you got any?" "Not sure what you mean. It's been four weeks since I jacked off. Couldn't do it at my grandparents' and coach kept me runnin' with my tongue hangin' all during camp. Had a few wet dreams." "No. I mean how long since you dipped into some pussy. Hot jock like you. I know you've dated some cute chicks last year and this summer. How long since ya got that big cock in some sweet pussy?" "Shit, Jake, those girls I know at church. They don't do that kinda stuff." "You tellin' me you a virgin, bro?! A stud like you ain't latched onto some chick willin' to put out for ya?! I cain't believe that! Wait'll I tell the guys? JV jock comin' onto Varsity ain't had no pussy! We gonna have to help ya loose that cherry, get you initiated into the brotherhood!" "C'mon, Jake! Please, don't tell the guys! I just got on the team! Don't make me a joke! I been lookin' forward to makin' Varsity an' thinkin' it'd help me hook up with some girls I could fuck. I know you guys get the best: cheerleaders, drill team." The scene changed: Jim was standing in the team showers, his cock still hard and dripping. Jake came sauntering in, his middle wrapped in a white towel. As he pulled it off and hung it on a peg his cock sprang up straight from his crotch. As he gave it a stroke, he asked, "How's it hanging, bro? That was a great game. You did good. The whole team was impressed and is still cheering you." "Not hangin' I need some pussy," Steve's best friend replied with a big grin as he stroked out a big ooze of cock slime. "Well, let's go find some, plenty around for big-cocked jocks like us." The scene changed again: This time to the team locker room. The guys were standing around, some of them naked, some in just jockstraps, some of them half in and half out of their uniforms. They were gathered around a completely naked college girl. Iris Dawn was the older step-sister of first baseman Sammy Chase. She and Sammy had started fucking before he reached his teens and over the years, she had broken in all his friends and teammates. Even after she went to university last year and moved on to college guys and younger members of the faculty, she was always happy to come home for a visit to the locker room or a party at the lake or just a roll in the hay with Sammy and his best friend, Stephen Jackson, the captain of the baseball team. She had been happy to come down to initiate the newest member of the team when the two buds, after being quietly apprised of the situation by Jake Swenson, had asked her. As Jim and Jake walked in, there were shouts and whistles. Jackson stepped forward and shouted over the din, "Hail! The conquering hero! Three cheers for three home runs!" After the cheers ceased, Jackson stepped aside and brought Iris forward. "This is Iris, Sammy's stepsister. She's taken care of all of us since most of us were just barely old enough to get hardons. We voted and decided you should have her all to yourself - well of course we plan to watch, he said laughingly - as a reward for slamming us to the biggest victory we've ever had our first game and especially against Franklin. So, come and get it!" As the naked girl, holding out her sizeable knockers and running her hands down her torso into her dripping pussy, moved toward the two studs standing in the door, Jake jerked off Jim's towel and his hard cock slapped up against hid flat belly. "And there it is! Looks like our hero is ready willing and able to claim his reward," shouted the team captain as the rest broke into a raucous din of whistles and catcalls. As the luscious blonde wrapped her arm around Jim's waist and reached for his hard cock with her other hand, the dreaming Steve heard her whisper, "Don't worry, stud. I've taught all these boys how to fuck and I know you're gonna be my best pupil," as she led him over to a mat and pulled him down on top of her. The next scene Jake and Jim were double teaming Susie Hawkins one of the senior cheerleaders. Jake was standing, holding her head as he fucked in and out of her mouth. Jim was behind the bent-over girl fucking his hardon in and out of her pussy. "Shit! This is great! This pussy is really hot and tight." "Yeah, Susie's got a really tight snatch. It's hard to believe half the team's been fucking her all summer. You oughtta try her ass. It's even tighter." "Fuck her ass!? You fuck her in the ass? She lets you do that?" "Shit yeah! She loves taking it up the ass! You never fucked a tight asshole?" "Fuck No! I never even thought about it!" "You ever have your cock sucked by a guy?" "Yeah! Sure! A few times!" "And you never even thought about fucking the cocksucker's ass? Fuck! You are some dumb dude! A fag who sucks cock will always take it up the ass!" "I didn't know you could fuck an ass." "Gawd! You are a dumb fucker! There ain't nothin' better'n fuckin' a tight ass-pussy! Go on, pull out of Susie's snatch and drill her tight little rosebud. Once you fuck ass, you're gonna wanna fuck ass for the rest of your life – not instead of pussy, but along with pussy. There ain't nothin' better'n havin' a willing ass-pussy on the side to take care of you when you're havin' a dry run with the chicks. Even the most popular jock is gonna find himself tied up from time to time with an up-tight bitch who won't even give him a blowjob or won't give him what he wants all the time. That's when you turn to your friendly cocksucker – fuck his ass, fuck his throat, drain your balls of all that jizz you don't want to waste jackin' off. You got a cocksucker, you never have to have blue balls. You never have to jack off, bro!" In his dream Steve was standing right beside the two studs as they were using the hot cheerleader. He could have reached out and run his hands over their hard, muscular teen bodies. He could have stroked Jim's thick cock as he pulled it out of Susie's cunt. He could have guided it to the rosy pucker nestled invitingly in the cleft of her ass, but they didn't seem to see him. He was invisible to them. As he watched his best buddy slowly slide his rampant tool into the welcoming hole and heard his long-drawn out moan: "Aaaah Fuuuuck, Bro! You are soooo right! This hole is soooo tiiight and hotttt. I never knew a hole could feel so good on my cock!" In his dream Steve watched his friend ramming his cock in and out of the sexy cheerleader's ass while his buddy Jake was fucking her mouth. The dream Steve knew what Jake's big cock felt like in his mouth and in his ass. The older baseball jock had come on to Steve when his friends who played baseball for the other high school in town had told him what a hot fuck Steve was. Steve had sucked the hunky jock and been fucked by him the first time in an old disused restroom. Steve had even drunk the stud's piss, something he had never done before. They had gotten together for hot sex several times after that first time. The dream Steve reached out and ran his hand over the Jake's chest. It seemed like the stud could suddenly feel and see him. As Steve continued to rub the muscular pecs and hard nipples, he looked over at Jim. His buddy was pistoning in and out of the smooth white ass he was tightly holding on to. His eyes were closed as he moaned in pleasure. Steve turned his attention back to Jake who was grinning at him. Suddenly the older teen pulled his hard cock out of the cheerleader's mouth and reached out to pull Steve in front of him. He pushed Steve over and it seemed as if he merged into the bent-over girl before Jake rammed his dripping rod hard into his ass. At the same time Steve felt his mouth full of hard cock. He looked up and found his face pressed against his best friend's lightly haired belly. He was being fucked at both ends by the two studs. Susie had disappeared! Jake was reaming out his ass and Jim was slamming down into his throat! He heard Jake shouting, "That's it, bro! Fuck that hot mouth-pussy! Wait'll you get into this tight ass! You're gonna be wanting to fuck this hole all the time, just like I do." Steve woke up. His body was clammy with sweat and his cock was rock hard as it spewed cum out of the open slit at its head and covered his tight flat belly with a huge load of slimy, hot jizz. He looked at the clock beside his bed. It was 5:00... Fireman's Son Chapter 29 Jim Back from Baseball Camp – Saturday When Steve woke up again, with his usual morning wood, it was eight o'clock and he could hear his mother downstairs. He got up and went into the bathroom where he managed to take care of the demands of his bladder, brushed his teeth and jumped in the shower to wash off the remains of the dried cum from the monster load he had shot off at the end of his wild dream featuring Jim and Jake Swenson. He quickly dried off and was heading to his room wrapped in the towel when he heard the phone ringing. He ran in and pulled on a pair of shorts as he heard, "Steve, it's Jim! Can you come to the phone?" "Yeah, Mom, be right down!" He pulled on a tee, ran down the stairs, taking them two at a time, and grabbed up the phone his mother had left on the counter. "Hey! Jim, buddy! How ya doing? Welcome home! Congratulations on making Varsity! You wanna go down to the park and you can tell me all about camp?" This was a clear suggestion that they get together for sex. Steve knew Jim would be horny, and he had shown him the disused restroom in the woods by the park he had learned of from Jake Swenson, and the two friends had made use of it several times before Jim left town. "Hey back to ya, Steve! Thanks! I'm really excited about making the team. Sorry I didn't call you yesterday when I got home. The coach just announced the names of the new guys at the end of camp, just before we were ready to get on the bus, and some of the guys came by before I had a chance. We went to the Hamburger House to celebrate and then messed around town `til late." "That's okay. You can tell me all about it this morning." "Well, that's the thing, Steve. The whole team is going to the lake for one last fling before school starts. Some of the guys from Franklin are gonna be there, too. Jake is picking me up in just a few minutes. I'm sorry, buddy, but you understand. Of course I already know most of them, but I gotta get in tight as a member of the team as quick as I can." "Oh sure. I understand," the disappointed younger boy said. "Are there gonna be girls there?" he asked with just a touch of worry. "Nah. Just guys. A few of them have boats, or their families have, so we'll be able to get out on the water and maybe do a little skiing. I'm sorry, Steve, but it's just baseball players. We'll get together tomorrow maybe and catch up. Oh gosh! There's Jake honking out front. Gotta go! See ya soon!" he said. Just before the line went dead, Steve heard Jim say in a low voice, "I need it bad, sucker!" Steve hung up and turned to his mom who had overheard his half of the conversation and was just about finished making breakfast: eggs, bacon, pancakes, all the things she knew he liked. "I'm sorry sweetie. I know you're disappointed. But I'm sure things will get back to normal once the excitement wears off for Jim." "I hope so, Mom. I just hope Jim doesn't get so tied up with all the older guys on the team, he won't have time for me." "Don't be silly. You two have been friends, been inseparable, forever. That's not going to change. He might make new friends and have more calls on his time, but there'll always be time for the two of you to do things together." "Yeah! Yeah, I hope so," Steve said quietly. His mother could tell how disappointed her son was. After a few moments she asked, "So, what are you going to do today. I'm planning on meeting Aunt Peggy at the outlet mall over her way. You could come with me, if you wanted. There are lots of stores you would like there: Polo, Brooks Brothers, Abercrombie & Fitch, The Gap, J. Crew, Old Navy and lots others. Is there anything you need for school we could get?" "No. We've gotten all I need right now. Thanks, Mom, but I guess I'll just go down to the park or to the pool. There'll be lots of my friends at both places. I'll be okay. I'm just disappointed not to see Jim." "Okay." As Steve helped clean up the kitchen, his mother was quiet, seeming to be thinking of something else. She went out, and Steve heard her going up the stairs. He was just closing the dishwasher when she came back in the kitchen. In her hand was a little box. She held it out to Steve and said, "Your dad and I decided to get this for you. We were going to wait until he was home, but I thought it might cheer you up now. We should have given you one sooner, but you're always so regular and dependable that we never had to worry where you were or what you were doing. When Steve saw the picture on the box and realized it contained a cellphone, his face lit up and he reached out to take it. "Gee! Mom! A phone! I bet it was Dad's idea, wasn't it?" "Well, I have to admit he did think now that you were getting older and widening your circle of friends and your interests, it might be good if you could get in touch with us or we you more easily. But I agreed. We know you will use it responsibly. It's all set up. Your dad programmed into the directory all the numbers he thought you would need - the station, his cel, mine, Mr. Sim's office, Jim's house, Dr. Bell, some others he thought you might want – and the instructions are easy to follow so you can add whoever else you want." "Oh! Thank you, Mom! And thank Dad. I'll call him as soon I figure out how everything works. I wish I could call Jim, but he doesn't have a cel. I'll have to wait `til he gets home and surprise him." Steve sat down in the family room and started fiddling around with his new phone as his mother went upstairs to dress to go shopping. As she was coming back downstairs, she heard, "Hey, Dad! Thanks! Mom gave me the phone this morning!" She went into another room and Steve continued talking, but in a lower voice, "I've figured it all out and already programmed in a few more numbers. Yeah, I read about that and I've done what it says. Yeah, private! No, of course not! Sure I'll give you the passcode." As his mother came back into the room, he said, "Sure, she just came back in. Dad wants to talk to you, Mom," handing her the phone. "...I know, and I'm sorry, but he was so down about Jim....Yes, he did call Steve this morning, but he's gone with the team to the lake and I just thought it would give him a lift....Yes, I'm going to Peggy's. We're going to the outlet mall and then I'm going to help her with some things....No, I asked him if he wanted to go with me. He says he'll go down to the park or the pool. There'll be friends there. He'll get a hamburger or whatever for lunch there and there's food for him here in case I run late with Peggy....Okay, hon, talk with you later...Yes. Okay. Bye." His mom handed the phone back to Steve. "Your dad says he's sure you'll find something to do today and not to worry about Jim. He's not going to give up a friend like you just because he's made the Varsity. I'm going to leave now. Aunt Peggy and I have lots to do. You're sure you'll be okay?" "Sure, Mom. I'll be fine." "All right. Remember there's food for dinner in case I'm late. See you this evening. "Okay, Mom," he said dejectedly. After his mother left, Steve went up to his room. Despite to cool front he had put on for her, he was really down in the dumps. He couldn't understand why Jim would have been so taken up with his new buds, most of whom he had known already, had played sandlot games with, had always hung together in school. Just because they were all now on the same team, they had to hang out together, excluding Jim's best friend! Although Steve was good at games he hadn't gotten into organized team sports at school, and he didn't quite understand the excitement his buddy felt: His friend had made the varsity team! He was going to be one of the top jocks at the school! He was going to be a part of the tight-knit group that was the varsity baseball team! But Steve didn't quite understand the importance of those things. Steve stretched out on his unmade bed. His mom didn't bother with it like she had when he was younger. He stripped it and washed his sheets himself. He figured his dad had said something to her about dirty sheets on a teenage boy's bed. The sheet he laid out on was crusty with dried cum – cum from last night and other times. Steve liked feeling the stiffness, remembering jack-offs he had given himself and the fucks his dad and Mr. Sims had given him and the times he had sucked his dad's cock in the middle of the night and he had come all over his son's hot, hard body. They had been washed since the day he'd been gangbanged by Officer Alvoretti and Officer Mike (He still didn't know Mike's last name even though he'd been fucked by him numerous times since.), the firemen Harry and Ted, and Mr. Sims and his Marine son Matt, but they were crusty again with loads that had been shot by and on and in him since that day. As he stroked his hard dick, he thought about all the guys he had sucked off and been fucked by. But mostly, he thought about Jim, his best friend, his favorite cock. As feelings in his cock and balls stirred up his mind went back to and began to relive the dream – dream or nightmare? – he had last night. The phantasm that had ultimately brought him to the thunderous orgasm that had awakened him from his deep sleep early this morning. In his mind he again saw Jim and Jake stroking their big thick cocks - Jake teasing Jim about being a virgin - Jim and Jake in the showers - Jim hard needing pussy - Jake leading him into the team locker room - the whole team clapping and whistling - the hot, naked college girl leading him through his deflowering – the team watching. Then the scene changed to Jake and Jim double teaming a cheerleader - Jake egging Jim into taking her ass - Steve bent over, his ass and mouth full of Jake's and Jim's cocks - Jake shouting, "Wait'll you get into this tight ass! You're gonna be wanting to fuck this hole all the time, just like I do." It was at that point that Steve had been jolted awake by the hardest orgasm of his life and a river of cum spurting over his chest and belly. And as Steve re-imagined that torrid dream the hard cock he had been stroking shot out another huge load. When it quit, Steve rolled over on his belly, reveling in the thick, sticky hot jism spreading onto his body as it soaked into the sheet. He lay there panting, feeling the cum cool and dry and add itself to the thick crust that was already there. As he rubbed around on the bed he could feel his still half-hard cock dribbling out the remains of his cum onto the stiff sheet. `I'm gonna have to wash these sheets,' he thought. `I'll do it later.' After a few minutes lying there, Steve got up and decided to go down to the park and see if he could join a pick-up game with his friends. Some of them were bound to be there on this last Saturday before school. He considered taking another quick shower, but he thought, `What the fuck! What if somebody does smell cum on me! Maybe it'll make them want to do something about it!' When he got to the park, he saw a group of friends his age playing a sort-of-soccer-sort-of-football game on the field. On the basketball court, there was a group of six older guys, some of whom he recognized from school, playing a shirts-skins game. He was pretty good with the round ball so he drifted over to the court, sat on the bench and watched for a while. As he watched, especially the half-naked "skins," he felt his cock swell up to a nice chub, nothing obvious, but feeling good. He realized that one of the "skins" was Daniel, the basketball player friend of the White twins. As Steve watched the tall African-American stud moving around the court, his muscular legs in constant motion, the thick round muscles of his shoulders and the huge biceps on each arm controlling the ball, his mind went back to earlier in the summer when he had been picked up at the swimming pool by the hot stud. How his buddy, Julio, had joined them, and they had gone out to the lake in Daniel's pickup truck and Steve had been used by the two basketball studs all afternoon. Daniel had approached Steve at the pool because Jim and Jon White had told him about Tony Alvoretti making Steve his fuck-boy and then turning him over to his closest jock buddies. When the younger boy accepted his proposition, the black stud asked if a friend could join them, promising that he was a jock with a big cock. When Steve joined the two older guys in the parking lot, he was happy to meet a hot Latin-Italian stud whose name was Julio. The three of them had enjoyed an afternoon of torrid sex, the older boys repeatedly and roughly using Steve's holes. Although he would have been glad to get together with the two fuckers again, Steve hadn't run across the two basketball jocks since that first time. Steve closed his eyes and he could see the slabs of Daniel's chest muscles with their dark nipples looming over him and the rippling ladder of his abdomen framed by Steve's thigh muscles as the big ball player forced his legs back and pounded his huge cock in and out of Steve's hungry asshole. He remembered how his view of the black stud had been blocked as his Italo-Hispanic buddy had moved on his knees to surround Steve's head and drop his balls into Steve's gaping mouth. All he could see as he sucked on the loose sack covered with thick black silky hairs, lapping the walnut-size nuts with his tongue, was the spread-open ass-crack with its forest of curly dark hairs that hovered just above his eyes. As the tough top continued his rough pounding of Steve's ass, his friend shifted forward so his hairy trench was pressed down against Steve's open mouth. "Lick that man's ass! That's it! Get that tongue in there and make love to my crack! Yeah! That's it! That's what you want, puta! Slobber in that hair! Get it all wet! Chew on it! Lemme feel you eatin' on it, pullin' it! That's good! Suck on that asshole! Kiss it, whore! You're a hungry little ass-licker, ain't ya? Get in there an' lemme feel that tongue slobberin' on my hole. Get in there an' eat that shithole, punk!" the horny brown jock demanded as he pressed down, sitting on Steve's face. Steve's nose was surrounded by the silky curls of dark hair soaked with his spit. He could feel the hairy ball-sac moving on and under his chin. His tongue was hard at work licking and slobbering on the puckered muscle of the stud's anus. As he felt it relax a bit, he forced the tip up through the ring of muscle, feeling his tongue surrounded by the soft, hot lining of the stud's insides. "Yeah, slut! Eat that hole! Slobber in there with your pansy tongue!" The torrent of dirty, demeaning talk had aroused Steve further and caused him to redouble his efforts to eat out the demanding stud's asshole. "Andrews! Andrews! Where the shit are you!" Steve suddenly heard, interrupting his reverie of the hard fucking he had gotten from the two basketball jocks earlier in the summer. He looked up and there, standing right in front of him were the two hot studs he had just been daydreaming about. Just at the level of his eyes were two thick, heavy mounds of cock meat just barely contained in jocks under skimpy nylon shorts. He glanced down at four heavily muscled legs, one dark the other light brown, before his eyes moved up the sweat-glistening dark washboard abs and plated pecs of the black player. The other stud was wearing a sweat-soaked cut-off tee-shirt that showed a trail of dark hair running down his hard belly into his shorts. Finally raising his eyes to the smirking face of the black super-stud, Steve saw it was Daniel shouting at him. "See somethin' ya like, pussy-boy? Be a good boy and we might give it to ya. But right now we need another "shirt." Alphonse hadda cut out. Think you could manage to stay in the game?" "I'm not as good as you guys, but I think I can keep up if you go easy on me." "Oh, we ain't gonna go easy on you, but if I remember right, you like it rough. Don't he, Jules?" "That's the way I remember it," smirked the Latin stud. "Com'on then. Guys, this is Steve Andrews. He's a friend of the Whites. Julio and me played around with him earlier in the summer. He ain't in our league, but if we keep him in line, he can fill in okay." The others high-fived him and slapped him on the ass. A couple of them Steve didn't know did more than give him a bro-slap, cupping his asscheeks and giving them a hard squeeze, but he shrugged it off. The game was fast and furious. There was a lot of contact, especially by the "skins." Several times Daniel was right on his back, his sweat-wet muscular chest pressing through the already sweaty shirt glued to Steve's back and shoulders, his cock-mound brushing against his ass. It wasn't just the "skins" though. His own teammates made frequent contact, bumping him, pressing their hands against his ass, his chest, his thighs. Steve could barely keep up, but he made several good shots that got him chest bumps, ass slaps, bro-hugs. One "skin" got him in a friendly headlock and pulled his face up against his hairy, sweaty chest and rubbed it across the hair-covered mounds of muscle. After another forty-five minutes, or so, they all began to flag and slow down. When another of the "skins," a tall dark-haired white guy whose muscular chest and belly were covered with a fine film of dark hair, tripped and fell into Steve, knocking him to the ground with the heavy jock landing flat on top of him, the wind sort of went out of the game. The others gathered around the two fallen players as the "skin" continued to lie on top of the younger teen. Steve could feel the other's sweaty chest and belly pressing him down against the surface of the court. He could feel the stud's coarse hair scratching his smooth skin through his soaking wet t-shirt. He could also feel what he was sure was a hard jockstrap-contained cock pressing against his, which was quickly joining the other in hardness. The "skin" looked up at the surrounding jocks. "I think the kid likes me on top of him. That right, kid? You like my big hairy body on top of you? It feels like you do. That your dick gettin' hard under me? You feel my big cock pressing into your crotch? You wanna feel it better?" he said as he raised up and pressed his hand down between their bodies so he could push his shorts down and work his hard cock out of the jockstrap the was confining it. "There! Feel that big hard cock pressed against yours? Feel good? This what you like? Bein' under a big jock stud." Steve could only moan as he looked around at the four studs standing around the two of them. They were all grabbing at their cocks in some way. Julio had pulled his hardon out of his strap and it was poking down out of the leg of his shorts. Daniel's was pulled up out of his waistband pressing up his belly almost to his navel. The other two, who Steve didn't know, were pawing at the heavy mounds at their crotches. One of them, the one who had forced Steve's face into his hairy chest, was pawing his crotch with one hand while he rubbed the other through his chest fur, pinching and pulling on his nipples as he moved from one to the other. His aggressor, who had taken Steve's hand and forced it between their bodies onto his rampant cock, looked back up at Daniel. "You said he was a friend of the Whites. We know what they like. What kind of playin' did you and Julio do with this kid?" "Shit, Ralph, what kind do you think we did?" Daniel said with a smirk. "I picked him up at the pool and Jules and I took him to the woods and fucked him `til we couldn't fuck him any more. That sound like somethin' we all might want to do, guys? I'm sure Steve here is willin'. Ain't that so, slut? You want me and my buddies to take you to the woods and fuck your brains out?" Steve could only nod his head in agreement. He had already shot a load in his shorts and he really wanted the hard, thick cock he was stroking in his ass. If he could not be with Jim today, he couldn't think of anything better than getting screwed by these five hot basketball players in the woods or anyplace else they might want. The guy on top of Steve reached back between their bodies and maneuvered his hard cock back into his jockstrap before getting up so the boy could stand. Julio reached down and took hold to pull him up. As Steve stood up, the Latin stud pulled his hand down against his hanging boner. "Remember this, punk? Remember how it felt down your throat and fucking up into your coulo? How you begged my buddy and me to fuck you with our big dicks? How you couldn't get enough?" Steve stood among the five older jocks, who formed a tight knot around him. He could feel the heat from their bodies and smell the sweaty musky male sex that surrounded him. His cock was hard as a rock. The "shirt" at his left reached down and pulled his tee over his head, shaking out his curly hair as his face came back into view. Before he lowered his arms, Steve saw the hair, thick and curly and glistening with sweat that filled his armpits and ran curving down toward his chest. His body was hard, the muscles under the tanned, golden-haired skin moving and bunching. His was lean and ripped. The flat plates of his pecs were covered by a thick mat of blonde hair that continued down his rippling abs into the waist of his shorts. "Ah! Feels good to get off that sweaty shirt and feel the breeze blowin'on me. Somebody get the kid's shirt off. He's got too much clothes on. He oughtta be naked around us men, but we'll have to wait for that I guess." Steve felt the jock behind him grab the bottom of his shirt and pull it up. He raised his arms and let him pull it over his head. He dropped his arms to his side as he waited for whatever was next. He felt a sweaty chest and belly press up against his back, a hard mound grinding into his ass-crack. Daniel reached up with his hand on the back of Steve's head and gently pulled forward and down saying, "I think you need to bend down and get those faggot lips around the head of my cock. Just a quick suck! Show us you really want to serve us, that you're ready to be our whore." The top couple of inches of the black player's big cock was still poking out of the waistband of his shorts. The big helmet-shaped head was shiny with the precum that was oozing out of the wide slit in the top and sliding over the purplish head and onto the exposed portion of the thick shaft before soaking into the waistband of the shorts. Without a thought, Steve allowed the big hand to pull him down `til his mouth was level with the dark knob. He opened up and wrapped his lips around the hot, slimy glans and started sucking up the clear juice and caressing the thick knob with his tongue. The taste of the stud's cock-slime was overpowering. Steve couldn't stop himself from letting out a soft moan. While Steve was bent down sucking Daniel's knob another guy walked up. His head was shaved and he was only wearing a Speedo. Evidently, he had just come from the swimming pool. "Yo, Dan'l, guys! What's up down here?" he asked as he stared at the younger boy bent down sucking the knob of the big Black's cock. "This is hot as shit! It'd be even hotter if we could strip this little faggot and make him kneel down and serve us right here in front of God and everybody, but we need to take this action some place else or we're gonna have the cops or somebody on our asses. I saw the guys at the stand lookin' down this way as I came from the parking lot." Ralph, the dark-haired hunk who had been down on top of Steve nodded in agreement. There were grunts of assent from the other studs and Daniel pushed Steve off his cock. "Zeke's right. We gotta get this punk some place private, so we can show him how men treat boys." "Where we gonna go. We all got moms at home. The school's all locked up. We could go to the lake in my van, but all the good places gonna be taken." "I hear the baseball team's all at Fisher's Cove without any girls. Maybe we oughtta take him out there an' share him." Steve, for sure not wanting to be taken to where the baseball team and especially Jim, were and, by now, so horny for these hot stud cocks he was about crazy said, "Wait a minute, guys, I know a place I've used sometimes. It's right here in the park, but nobody knows about it anymore. We can go there and I'll do anything you want. You can fuck me. I'll suck your cocks, eat your asses. I want cock and you guys got what I want. How `bout it? I can take care of all of you. We can spend as long as you want `til you don't have any juice left in these big balls of yours. There were grins and "yeah man's" all round. "Where's this place you talkin' about, slut?" Daniel demanded. "It's an old abandoned restroom in the woods the other side of the park. It's down a dirt road just inside the north entrance. A guy I know showed it to me and we've used it a lot of times this summer." "Okay, let's get this show on the road," the "shirt" who had taken his tee off, revealing his sexy pits and muscular, blonde-haired torso, said with a big grin. "Yeah! sounds like a game!" another one said. "But, listen! We've got to go together. A bunch of cars down there might get noticed. I can leave my bike here. Let me tell the concession guy." The others nodded in agreement, and Steve tucked his t-shirt in the back of his shorts and walked over to the concession stand. Greg, the owner, wasn't there, but Roger, the cute college guy Steve had been half-heartedly flirting with all summer, was. He was the older brother of one of his schoolmates, a senior at State University majoring in phys.ed. The only reason Steve hadn't put more effort into the flirting was a little hesitation because of his friend and because the concession stand was such a public part of his life in the park with all his schoolmates, but he felt pretty bold today after what had gone on down on the court. "Hey, Roger, I'm gonna leave my bike here for a little while. It's locked, but would you keep an eye on it for me?" he asked with a sexy smile as he ran his hand over his bare chest and down his flat stomach. "Sure, Steve, but this time it's gonna cost you," the hunky college senior said with a mischievous grin as his hand went below the counter. Steve saw his arm move like he was groping his bulge. "Whatever you want, dude. I'm game if you are." "I been watching you down on the court. It looked like it was getting' pretty wild down there! You goin' off with those basketball guys?" "Yeah! For a while. They're okay. They play for my school. They're friends of friends." "If you're not back by the time we close up, I'll have to do something about it. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." "Is there anything you wouldn't do?" "Not with you, you little stud," Roger said as Steve turned and walked over to the parking lot to join the waiting basketball players. Steve got to the parked van. Three of the guys were already in, and the rear door was still open. Inside Julio had already kicked off his shorts and jockstrap and was stroking his hard cock. The other two were in the process of stripping down. Steve started to get in, but Daniel came round from the side and stopped him. "You horny mother-fuckers can play with yourselves, the fag's in the front with me and Larry to show us the way." He led Steve around to the passenger-side door and, before he let him get in ordered, "Strip, fag. I may want your pussy before we get there. Steve stepped out of his shorts and, grabbing them and his t-shirt up, climbed into the van, giving the big stud a full view of his rounded ass and tight little asshole. "Yeah! Gonna get me some of that!" the jock growled as he climbed in, stripping down his own shorts and jockstrap to release his thick, hard cock. As he settled in the passenger seat with spread legs, he pulled the younger boy into the vee formed by his hard thighs. Pulling Steve back against his chest and belly, the black basket-baller ran his big hands over the white boy's chest and down his belly. "Nice! You a hot little faggot! Hard little chest and belly. Yeah, and hard little cock. This yo clit, slut? Yo clit hard wantin' to get fucked by this big nigger cock?" he crooned as he stroked Steve's hard shaft, his other hand taking hold of and squeezing his balls. "You got some balls on you. My girls don't usually have balls hangin' from their clits." Steve, his head thrown back against his marauder's shoulder, just moaned as he was felt up and groped. "Hey guys! Listen to the girl moan! Squeezin' the balls on her clit. Keepin' it hard. This is some big clit this girl's got on her. I think it's as big as your cock, Ralph!" "Fuck you, Dan," the dark-haired stud retorted from the back of the van. "Ain't nobody fuckin' me, but I sure as hell gonna be fuckin' this hot li'l girl here in my lap. She's hot to get fucked! Her clit's all wet an' slimy! You ready for us to fuck you, girl? You gonna put out for us big basketball jocks? We gonna fuck yo pussy and you gonna suck our cocks?" "Yes! Yes! I'm gonna suck your big cocks and you're gonna ram `em in my pussy. You're all gonna fuck me. Whatever you want." During all this the van as moving along the road leading to the park entrance. "There! There, to the right is the road! Turn right and keep going," he said to the driver. The van turned into the almost-obscured dirt lane and headed into the woods, jolting along the rutted way. Daniel's strong hands grabbed around Steve's waist and he pushed the boy up and forward. "Get up! I'm gonna give you what you moanin' for, pussy! Raise up! I'm gonna get me a piece of that tail." As he leaned up, Steve felt the thick blunt club of the big jock's hard shaft rubbing along his asscrack. It was hot and slimy with snot that had been drooling out of the meatus. "Yeah! Feels good, don't it? You like that big knob runnin' in yo crack don'tcha, looking for that tight little hole that it's gonna fuck?" "Oh yeah! Feels so good. Yeah! That's it! There! Right there! That's my pussy! Put it in! Put that big cock in my pussy and fuck me! Fuck me with that big thick dark meat!" Steve yelled out as the big hands around his waist pulled him down and the big rammer battered through his tight sphincter and entered his rectum. Down, down, he slid on it as it burrowed up into his guts. "Fuck me! Fuck me good!" he continued to yell. With every jolt as the van drove over the ruts in the lane, he felt the big knob inside him find new places, stretch new paths into his bowels. Steve was so upset about Jim! The irrational despair he felt over his best friend's seeming abandonment! The fear that their friendship was in danger! His mind was in turmoil! All these things drove him, powered him in his need to be used by these older jocks. The need to suck their big cocks! To get fucked by their thick, hard ramrods! If he was never going to have Jim's cock in his ass, down his throat again, he would get plenty of hard cock from other guys. He would make sure that after he finished serving these jocks, they would be wanting him again! The White twins and now these six basketballers would turn him out to the whole basketball team! They would smuggle him into their locker room and gangbang him after their games! Rafe and his little gang of young barrio toughs would keep his holes filled! Uncle Jose and his mechanics would still want him! His dad and Mr. Sims! His dad's firefighters! All these wild thoughts whirled around in his brain as they jolted down the road and the big thick rod of stud cockmeat plowed around deep in his guts, the big knob throbbing out its slime into his hot, silky guts. "Fuck! Fuck! I'm cumming! I filling yo pansy ass with my baby-makers! Breeding yo lily white ass with my nigger babies!" the Black stud shouted out as he held Steve tightly in his lap. "Shit, bros! We gonna have a good time with this pussy-boy. This ass the tightest pussy I ever fucked. I forgot just how tight and hot this little faggot was. You remember, Jules, how hot he was for our cocks, and how we fucked the shit out of him before." "Yeah, man! I remember, an' I just shot a big load listening to him begging for yur cock in his pussy! What the fuck! Damned if we all didn't shoot back here! Hot stuff, ain't it guys?" "Yeah! Fuckin' right!" "Made me cum, listenin' to that pussy beg!" "When're we getting' there. I want a shot at that pussy!" "Right now! We're here. Just like the slut said. Ain't nobody gonna find this place `less they lookin' for it," Larry, the driver, announced. Anybody just walking through the woods wouldn't have noticed the small building if they hadn't been looking for it. It was sort of creepy with trees growing up against the sides and a thick vine covering part of the roof. It was partially hidden by the underbrush growing up around it. "Drive around. Park in the back. Don't want someone out hiking seeing a van at this abandoned place," directed Steve, who had come down from the high – the almost orgasm – he was on as Daniel filled his guts with his seed. He had forced himself not to cum. He wanted to stay on the edge as long as he could to get the most pleasure out of the fucking these studs were going to give him. He knew they were going to be rough, and that was what he wanted. Anything to get Jim out of his head! Larry did as he said. Turning off the ignition, he turned his head around to the back and said, "Got some ole tarps back there. Get `em. It's probably gonna be dirty inside." He got out while the others were opening the door and climbing out the back. Daniel opened his door and stepped out leaving his shorts and strap on the floor of the van. Steve followed. He reached in to gather up his and Daniel's garments. "Leave `em. Won't need `em `til we leave. That's gonna be a while." The six basketball studs and Steve went around to the front of the abandoned restroom. The front door was still in place, but the lock had been broken off and they pushed it partially open. The inside was gloomy and half dark. There was enough light coming in through the dirty windows up high on three of the walls to see around. On the left were three stalls with sagging doors. On the right were two dirty sinks and a trough urinal. The five jocks and Steve crowded into the desolate space. "The rest of you get naked. Andy, you and Larry spread the tarps on the floor," Daniel ordered. That done, he gave Steve a slight shove. "On your knees, pussy. Time you got to work on these big stud cocks!" As Steve knelt, his gaze moved over the six naked studs who were standing around leering at him, stroking their thick hard cocks. In the dim light, their sweaty bodies gleamed. Daniel, who had just shot his load up into Steve's bowels as they drove to the abandoned restroom, stood with his arms folded across his massive chest. Despite having just fucked, his big rammer was standing straight out from the curly dark bush that surrounded it and ran down his groin to cover the bag that hung down between his legs holding his big set of balls. Standing beside him was his buddy, Julio, the brown-skinned Latin with the wavy dark hair on his head and the heavy fan of hair that ran across his hard chest and narrowed to run down his abdomen before spreading out around the long, thick uncut cock that arched out and down from his silky bush. He was longer and thicker even than Daniel, and Steve remembered how he had stretched his hole and filled his guts when he fucked him before. Next to him was Ralph, the stud who had pressed Steve to the ground with his heavy muscular body and pulled his hard cock free of his shorts and jockstrap to fuck it on the boy's belly. As he gazed at the big jock, taking in the hair-covered chest, the thick line of dark hair that ran down and spread across his belly before becoming thicker and coarser as it bushed around his cock and then ran across his thighs and down to cover his legs. In his mind Steve could still feel the coarse hair as it rubbed against his body while he was held down on his back. His cock wasn't as large as Daniel's and Julio's, but it was plenty big and was standing out thick and hard. Then there were Larry and Andy. Both were blonds. They were standing in a ray of sunlight that came through one of the high windows. Larry was shorter than the rest, but he was as muscular as his taller mates. He wore his blond hair in a crewcut, and he had only a spray of light-colored hair on his chest with a barely discernible trail running down into the light bush from which his short thick sausage of a cock stuck out like a small can. Andy was the stud whose furry, sweaty armpits had caught Steve's attention when he removed his shirt out on the court. In the light of the sun's beam his chest, belly and crotch were a mass of curly blond hair that shone, causing Steve to think of a golden lion. From this mass of shining hair projected a long, thin cock that seemed longer than those of any of his buddies. The sixth, who Steve had heard called Zeke, was taller than any of the others and his body was paler and sprinkled with freckles. His head was shaved, and his body was a mass of lean muscle that appeared to be devoid of any body fat. It was totally hairless except for the bright auburn-orange showing in his pits and a shaved triangle of the same color above the base of his nice-sized cock. "Okay, guys, give the bitch your cocks to suck and then decide who's gonna fuck him first. I'll watch since I got to fuck him on the way over." The five ballplayers moved to surround the kneeling boy, holding out their cocks for him to suck. Steve went for Andy first. He wanted to have that long cock fucking down his throat, his nose and face buried in the stud's golden fleece, and feel his big hairy balls banging against his chin. After he had sucked the spike down into his gullet and given it a good massage with the well-trained muscles of that flesh-tube, he felt a hand in his hair pulling him away and moving his mouth to the demanding cock of Ralph. The tough hairy stud wrapped his big hands around Steve's head and proceeded to roughly mouth-fuck the willing boy. Steve was just getting used to rough treatment when the pounding cock was jerked out and his head was shoved to the tall almost hairless Zeke whose cock was a perfect size for Steve to make love to. Soon he was moved over to the impossibly thick cock of Larry. Steve could barely get his mouth around the thickness, but the slick plum-sized glans with its leaking meatus finally buried itself in his mouth long enough for his tongue to caress it and lap up the oozing juices before it was jerked out and the long, thick cock of the Latin stud Julio was rammed in. The tough fucker proceeded to fuck his mouth and throat even more roughly than Ralph had done. "Yeah, take that cock! Take it deep! You know you love it this way! Like I used you before! I bet you can't wait to get this big fucker up your tight little ass. It ain't gonna be so tight when us studs get finished with it today! We're all gonna fuck that pussy real good!" Steve felt hands on his ass, slapping it and pulling his cheeks apart. He moaned around the thick shaft that was fucking his mouth-pussy. "Yeah! Get that ass up so my buddies can see that tight little hole. So they can start fucking that ass-pussy while I make this mouth my own." Steve struggled to rise up on his feet, holding onto the stud's hard thighs to support himself as he stood up while not losing the big honker that was pounding his mouth. "Yeah, show `em that cute pussy-ass while I keep fucking your pussy-throat. I'm gonna feed my load straight down into your belly, and then I'm gonna fuck your ass just like you like. Remember how Daniel and I fucked you that day? How we pounded your ass while you begged for it deeper and harder! Me and my buddies are gonna pound you good today. We're gonna give you all the cock you can take!" During this flow of words, promises, threats, Steve felt more hands on his ass, pulling it open, fingers exploring the crack that was slick from Daniel's cum leaking out of the still-tight hole. Then a big finger was pushing in, and then another. He moved his ass and pushed back as well as he could while still sucking the Latin stud's big cock. "See guys! The bitch wants it! Wants it bad! One of you get a cock in that hole and start fucking. After this she's gonna know where to come for cock. The basketball team is where to come for real men's cock!" The fingers pulled out and Steve felt the blunt end of a cock pushing against his hole, demanding entrance, forcing itself through the tight muscle. "Shit! This hole's tight! Ain't never had a cunt this tight!" he heard a voice behind him. He thought it was the one called Zeke, but he wasn't sure. Whoever it was, they knew how to fuck ass. Steve could feel the hard shaft sliding past the stretched entrance in all the way up into his bowels without stopping until the trimmed patch of the guy's pubes were scratching the smooth skin of his crack. It stopped and rested, soaking in the hot jizz left up there by Daniel's earlier fuck. Then it began little in and out movements while his fucker got used to the feel of the clinging, satiny softness of Steve's insides. "Fuck! I never knew ass could feel so good! This beats pussy any day," his fucker moaned as he slowly pulled his cock out until just the head was still in, the corolla keeping it inside the tight sphincter. Then Steve felt the slow, firm slide as it went back up inside him. It was difficult what with the big rammer fucking his throat, but the boy tried to concentrate on working his interior muscles to make it better for the shaft that was reaming out his rear. "Fuck yeah, dude. A tight, young asshole's way better'n the sloppy cunts we usually get from all those bitches hangin' aroun' beggin' for out jock cocks," another voice from behind him, that Steve thought was Larry's, said. "My little brother's way better'n any of the cunts I've fucked." "You fuck your little brother, dude! That's gross!" "Don't knock it, bud. You just said how great this boy-pussy is. I been fucking my lil' bro ever since I first started shootin jizz, him and a couple of his little friends. I caught `em playing with each other in the garage one day when I got home hot an' horny from soccer." "You're a sick bastard, Lar!" "Yeah! Yeah! But it's fuckin' good, wakin' up an havin' a hot tight hole to sink my mornin' wood in an' fill with my first load of the day!" "Oh Shit! Fuck! I'm comin'! Zeke shouted. Take it bitch! Take that hot load!" the muscled red-haired stud cried out as he jammed is cock up into Steve's guts and filled it with another load of teen jock cum to mix with Daniel's. As the tall stud pulled his cock out of Steve, another pair of hands grabbed his ass and pulled it in until he felt a thick blunt cockhead pushing in on his relaxed ass muscle. As it forced its way in and spread his ass open wider than Daniel or Zeke either one, he knew it was Larry, the shorter blond with the thick stubby cock who fucked his little brother, a younger kid Steve sort of knew from school. As it forced itself deeper and deeper into Steve's bowels, he realized Larry was a grower! The can-thick shaft was also long – a long, thick steel-hard battering ram forcing him to open up, wider and deeper than he'd felt since he been forced down on Noah's huge hardon in the van the afternoon he'd fucked with the three Franklin ball players. It was like when he was double-fucked, when he had had two thick cocks fucking into his tight pussy. He loved it! `But, how does his little brother take it?' Steve thought before he gave himself up completely to the battering ram that was invading his guts. "Oh God! Fuck me! Fuck me with that telephone pole!" he screamed out, pulling his mouth off Julio's fucker. "Get back on that cock, you fag-slut. I'm ready to shoot my load down your dirty fag throat," the Latin stud screamed as he pulled Steve back onto his rampant tool and crammed it down into the tight, slick tube. "Yeah! Yeah! Take my cock, you dirty mother-fucker. Swallow my load you dirty whore! Take my stud-jock cum down into your dirty fuckin' guts!" he screamed as he held Steve's face hard into his hairy crotch, filling the boy's belly with his hot, steamy load of Latin jizz. "Damn, bro! You're a rough fucker! I heard some of the girls won't even let you get near `em `cause you're too rough! Now I see what they mean." "They want this big cock in their skank holes, they take it the way I give it! They know they been fucked when I get through with `em. An' you be surprised the one's come back beggin' for more!" the big stud said with a sneer as he jerked his spent cock out of Steve's slurping mouth. "Who's next? This hole needs another cock fillin' it!" Steve looked up as Andy, the blonde lion cub, slid his long, thin cock into his mouth and deep down into his throat. "Oh yeah! Fuckin' tight throat! Work on that cock, bitch! Swallow it down like a good fag! Shit! This pussy's a keeper! Ain't nobody ever taken me all the way like this. You think coach'd let us have him as a team mascot?" "Fuck! That'd be hot!" "Yeah! Fat chance! You know how he's always ragging on us about keepin' our pants zipped up. He's a great coach, but sometimes his Bible-thumpin' gets on my nerves!" "Yeah, well, bro, ya gotta take the good with the bad. As long as he takes us to State every year like he has the last fifteen, I figur' he can preach all he wants. He musta known what cock is for once. Six sons all grown up and married with kids of their own! And my dad says the younger ones his age didn't stay away from the chicks back in the day!" During this chatter Andy had fed his load straight down into Steve's belly and Larry had filled his bowels with a third load. Ralph quickly took Larry's place fucking Steve's ass and Daniel stepped up to his face. "Time to get me some of this mouth-pussy. As I remember it, the fag's throat as tight as his ass." For the next few hours Steve was used by the horny basketball studs at both ends. He lost track, but figured all of them had fucked his mouth and ass at least two or three times. His belly was full of cum and his ass was constantly leaking out the multiple cum loads that had been pumped into his guts. His lips and asshole were red, swollen and puffy. At one point, Daniel asked, "You ever been fucked by two cocks at the same time, slut?" "Yeah, a few times." "Hot damn! Andy, get on your back and get that hose of yours hard. Get down there and suck him hard, fag, then sit on it! You've done it before! You know how!" Steve got on his knees between Andy's spread legs and started sucking on his long, thin cock. He took it all the way down into his throat, his face buried in the golden fleece of the blonde stud's thighs and belly. When the flesh-snake was hard as a long nail, the boy rose up, his back to the domineering Black who was kneeling between Andy's feet and sat on the spike the blonde jock was holding up. As he easily sank down on the invader, he felt the heat of Daniel's body against his back. Totally skewered, he was pushed forward until he was lying on the hairy mat covering his fucker's body. Then he felt it – the thick slimy head of the black stud's cock pushing against his already stretched hole, knocking at the gate, demanding entrance. Steve willed his sphincter to relax and gradually he felt his pussy open up just enough to allow the thick knob to pop inside. "Shit, yeah! Take it, fag! Take that big fucker in! Now take the rest!" the big jock demanded as he slowly forced the rest of his hard pole into Steve's hole and up into his rectum. "Yeah! Feel that, Andy. Feel my big fucker rubbing up against yours! Hot, ain't it. Two buddies buried in the same hole, rubbin' up against each other. Feel me fuckin'! You like that? Hot ain't it! My cock jackin' you off! That long skinny cock of yours getting' jacked by my thick black one. I'm about to cum. You gonna feel me shoot my load all over your cock. Feel it? Feel all that hot jizz coatin' your cock, filling the fag's ass. You're cock is swimming in my babymakers. How's it feel, buddy? Your hard cock in the fag's tight ass bathin' in my cum?" "Shit! It feels hot, Dan. Your big cock rubbing against mine, startin' to get soft while the kid's ass just keeps milkin' us. I'm gonna cum in a minute." "Wait! Not yet! I'm gonna pull out! Yeah, feel it sliding out down your cock. Hey, Jules, get down here and get your cock in with Andy's. Let him feel your big honker fuckin' up against his. Fuck the fag with your two cocks. Ride those cocks, slut. Fuck yourself on those two studs! Make `em come in your guts!" After Julio and Andy came and pulled out of Steve's ass, Zeke and Ralph took their turns at double-fucking him. Fortunately, even though they were both thicker than Andy, his hole was stretched enough to accommodate the studs' cocks. Then Larry with his thick can-cock and Andy again fucked him. After that the five basketballers decided they had had enough for the day, so they all got dressed and returned to the parking lot. The jocks broke up and went their separate ways. Steve walked over to the concession stand where his bicycle was. There weren't many people in the park and none of Steve's friends. Greg and Roger were both in the stand when he came up. "Everything okay?" Roger, the college guy, asked. "Yeah, everything's fine." "You have fun?" "Yeah, they had a lot to show me." "I'll bet. You up for a couple more?" Steve looked over at Greg, the owner of the stand, with raised eyebrows. Greg had been running the concession stand for the past couple of years. He was about Steve's father's age, tall and muscular, usually wearing shorts and snug-fitting knit polo shirts that emphasized his broad shoulders, chest and trim waist. All the kids liked him, and the girls were always flirting with him. "It's okay. Greg's cool." "Yeah, I'm up for anything on offer," the older man said with a grin. "It'll have to be one at a time, though. Somebody's got to mind the store. We can do it in the storeroom," he said, nodding to the door in the back of the stand. Steve returned the grin and said, "Fine with me. Who's first?" "Boss?" "Sure. Okay. Come on back, kid," Greg said, lifting up the counter top. Steve ducked under and followed the older man into the little room in the back. "So, you like cock?" "Yeah, I do." "You suck or fuck?" the man asked as he unzipped his shorts. "Whatever you want," Steve replied as he watched Greg's white-Jockey bulge come into view and then broke into a big smile as the big, thick man-cock and heavy balls were revealed. "So?" Steve dropped his shorts and fell to his knees as the man lifted his hardening prick and stepped up to place it against the swollen red lips. "Looks like those have already gotten a workout this afternoon! Open up and take it," as he pressed into the welcoming mouth and down into the tight massaging throat. "Fuck! You know how to treat a man's cock!" he growled as he placed his big hands around Steve's head and started a steady fucking. It didn't take long before he was flooding Steve's mouth with his spunk. Finished, he pulled out and stuffed his softening cock back into his pants. Opening the door and seeing no one at the counter, he stepped out saying, "Next!" Roger stepped in and closed the door. "What'd he do?" "Fucked my mouth." "Turn around and bend over! Show me your hole!" Steve turned around as the college boy commanded and reached back to pull his ass open. He felt fingers rubbing over his swollen hole, pulling the puffy lips open and gently rubbing the sensitive inside of his pussy. "They really worked this pussy over, didn't they? How many fucked you? How many times?" "Six. I'm not sure. I lost count. They all double-fucked me the last time." "Shit! And you took it! Did you like being treated like a dirty whore? You like when guys fuck you? Fuck your boy-pussy over and over again? Fuck you with two cocks together?" Roger asked as he rubbed around the swollen lips, pressed his thumbs inside and pulled the stretched hole open so he could see into the pink insides, felt the slime of who knows how many loads of teenage jock cum. "Yeah! I like it! I like it when guys fuck my ass-pussy! Make me take their hard cocks! Put two cocks in my hole at the same time! It makes me hot! To be used! That's what I like!" "Fuck! You are a slut whore," Roger said as he slid four fingers, two of each hand, deep inside and pulled Steve's pussy open wider. "God! You'd be a hit at my fraternity! We could use a slut like you in the house. Ready and wanting to take hard jock cock. To be filled with hot, stud college-boy cum! So! You ready to get fucked again?" Roger demanded as he open his shorts and pushed them down. Steve looked over his shoulder and was thrilled to see a huge, thick cock standing out straight and tall from the surrounding bush of dark hair, the wide-open slit drooling slimy cum-snot down onto the floor. "Fuck yeah! Ram that thick pole in my pussy! Fuck me! Fuck me hard college boy." After Roger filled Steve's bowels with his college-boy spunk and pulled out, the boy spun around and took his softening meat in his mouth to clean it off. As Steve kept sucking the young man said, "I could probably blow another load, but what I really need is to take a wicked piss, You up for that? Since Steve kept sucking on the soft mouthful, the frat boy relaxed his bladder and began to fill the warm cavity with his sweet-tasting golden nectar. His bladder empty, he stuffed himself back into his shorts. Checking that all was clear in the front, he stepped out to stand next to his boss. "You need to take a leak before Steve leaves?" he asked the man. Greg looked down to see Steve kneeling underneath, having quickly scrambled out behind Roger, his mouth open and his tongue sticking out invitingly. "Fuckin' A," the man said as he unzipped his shorts, pulled his cock out and flopped it onto the outstretched tongue. The steady flow started, and Steve quickly began swallowing. After taking all of the man's slightly stronger offering, Steve slipped out of the stand. As he was leaving, Greg said, "Come back tomorrow afternoon and we'll have more of everything for you. It's Roger's last day and his replacement will be here too. You'll like him." When the tired boy got home, he went upstairs, took a shower and cleaned himself out, rubbed some salve on his lips and asshole, and stripped his bed, putting his cruddy sheets in the washer. He suddenly realized he was hungry, not having eaten since breakfast, and made himself a thick, meaty sandwich. He went and sat down in the den with it and some chips and a Coke to watch TV while he ate. Finished eating he watched TV until the sheets were washed and dried and he could put them back on his bed. Then he lay down for a nap, not waking until his mom came home.