Date: Wed, 26 Oct 2005 14:30:40 +0000
From: Moore
Subject: Jock Day

JOCK DAY
BY MOORE

CHAPTER
ONE

Coach Ryan got me permanently excused from junior class
study hall, supposedly to help him with paper work in his
office during the period before my gym class.  I help him
alright, from my knees and on my back, help to satisfy
him sexually, and study his massive cock and humongous
balls.  Coach studies my ass closely after I blow him,
probing deeply into my bowels with the intensity of a
scholar. We've been studying like this since the end of
my freshman year when he caught me on my knees servicing
a senior's cock on graduation day.

"In my office, Steven," he said after reprimanding the
red-faced senior boy and sending him on his way.

"He made me do it," I lied, forcing a tear to my eye,
wondering how long the coach had been watching and how
much he had seen. I was toast if coach had heard me
begging the senior who'd been cleaning out his locker,
dead meat if he'd seen me licking the hot stud's ass
before going all the way down on his cock.

Straight guys see a girl, and because of her looks or the
way she talks or walks, something clicks inside and they
immediately start thinking about sex.  Well, the same is
true for queers.  I'll go down on any guy that wants a
blow job, but there are some guys, like the senior in the
locker room, that deserve to be sucked. I see him and I
just want to fall to my knees and worship him like a god.

Most of the time when this happens I find a private place
to fantasize and jerk off. Nobody at school knows I'm a
fag and I'd like to keep it that way. This time, since
the senior was leaving school anyway, I got down on my
knees and begged. He laughed, probably thought I was
joking, dropped his pants and told me to kiss his ass.

Nobody but a faggot would lick out the hairy ass crack of
a guy.  If coach had seen my face buried in the senior
boy's ass then I might as well start wearing make-up and
start acting like a girl. Start wearing dresses and
padded bras too, trash all my boxers and jock straps and
start wearing thongs. Nobody but a faggot would dare to
wear a thong.

"He made me kiss his testicles and lick them too, coach.
He made me open my mouth for his big penis and he made me
suck it."  Coach had a big smile on his face...he wasn't
buying my innocent act.

"Did he make you take off your clothes too, Steven? Make
you get a hard-on and play with your dick while he used
your mouth like a pussy?  Did he make you hold still
while he ejaculated into your mouth and all over your
face? The truth, boy. I want the truth."

I gave him the truth, admitted that I was a cocksucker...
what choice did I have. I was naked as a jay, hard as a
rock and there was a heavy load of cum all over my face.
"Please don't turn me in, coach. My dad'll kill me if he
finds out I'm a fag."

When coach laughed in my face and told me to get on my
knees I knew that everything would be okay. I gave him my
all, a fantastic blow job, man what a cock, and my
telephone number. "Call me anytime for blow jobs, coach.
I'll be home all summer."

"Who else knows that you're gay?" Coach asked as he
tucked the slip of paper into his wallet.  "You're one
fine cocksucker, boy, but I won't call...spend time with
you if the whole school knows you're queer."

"No one, I swear it. We just moved to Brooklyn last
month. That senior boy's dick was my first since we got
here. I'm gay, sure, queer...a faggot cocksucker. I love
to suck dick and eat cum, but I'm not a slut, coach. I'm
more like a, you know, a personal cocksucker."

My dad's a colonel in the Army so we've moved around a
lot. I learned my lesson in New Jersey where every
interested boy in my seventh grade class learned all
about fags and blow jobs, how to use my cocksucker mouth
to get off.  I learned that ten boys can't be trusted to
keep a secret.  We moved to Washington D.C. the day after
one of them broke his promise and the whole school found
out that I was queer.

For one miserable, humiliating day I was the butt of
everyone's jokes. Girls laughed at me in the hallways,
backed away like I had a rare disease.  Boys laughed too,
called me a faggot to my face and made loud sucking
sounds behind my back. The boys I'd sucked off laughed
the longest and hardest, not one had the courage to
defend me.  They stood up in front of my face for blow
jobs easily enough, but not one had the balls to stand by
my side.

I got lucky and dodged the bullet in New Jersey, avoided
an embarrassing confrontation with my dad. I didn't make
the same mistake in Washington, selecting only one hot
boy from the eighth grade and one from the ninth to party
in my mouth. They both promised to keep it a secret.

I also cruised the downtown adult book stores for after
school sessions of anonymous gay sex with strangers when
I wanted to suck more dick, eat more cum and get fucked.
Black guys mostly with big, uncut cocks.

I had a great time in Washington and my reputation stayed
intact. I was sorry to leave when we got transferred to
New York.


CHAPTER
TWO

Coach lived a short distance from my house on the base
near the Verazzano-Narrows bridge.  He called me the week
after school ended so I cancelled my plans to take the
subway to Manhattan and walked to his house instead. I
blew him, he fucked me, I blew him again got dressed and
went home.  I serviced coach three times a week through
July and into August. Twice a week I took the subway to
Manhattan. Times Square was a disappointment. Central
Park, with a cocksucker behind every bush and tree, was
fag heaven.

My life was perfect, my secret was safe.  Coach alone
knew I was a fag and he wasn't about to tell anyone that
I was sucking his dick and giving him my pussy ass. I
gave up trying to figure out if he was gay, straight or
bi.  He never sucked my cock or asked me to fuck him, I
got plenty of blow jobs and pussy in Central Park, so I
stopped thinking about it until he introduced me to
Winston Powell, a former student, who was joining the
faculty in the fall.

"Coach told me all about you, Steven."

I looked at Coach, who nodded and left the room, then
back to the young black man who was taking off his shirt.

"He did?"

"I've got nothing against queer boys, Steven."

"Oh, I guess he did."

"In fact, I think every man should have a queer boy
handy, a faggot cocksucker who knows how to service a
real man's dick."

"Uh huh."

"You ever suck a black cock, faggot? Swallow a black
man's cum?"

I had, in Washington, dozens of black men had been in my
mouth and in my ass. It was a racial thing, white boy on
his knees...one book store wanted to sell tickets to
watch the white fag suck black dick. Another wanted to
film me in action.

Before I could answer, coach returned with two beers and
a coke.  "How are you getting along?" He asked.

"Fine, fine, our little faggot was about to suck my
dick," Powell replied for both of us.  

I serviced Coach Ryan and Winston Powell three times a
week for the rest of the summer.  Never together, though
I would have liked a three-way, but on separate days
which limited my visits to Central Park.

Winston was more demanding than coach, being younger I
guess he needed more sex.  I got used to the dog collar
and leash, the nipple clamps too and accepted the other
little humiliations that gave him satisfaction because I
loved his cock and my multiple orgasms.

He could fuck me for an hour without cumming, then, after
plugging my butt with a butt plug, switch to my mouth for
another hour or two while he watched TV. Then back to my
ass while he read a book or talked on the phone.  My cock
almost never got soft. My balls pumped out sperm and then
I'd cum dry...again and again and again.

He hardly ever spoke to me, and when he did it was only
to demand things like sucking him deeper and faster or
playing with his balls while fucking myself on his cock
or licking the sweat from his hairy pits. Winston's nine
inch cock was to big to deep throat, the rest I could and
did do.

"Don't you like me," I finally asked one morning as I
climbed into the bathtub for my first and least favorite
task of the day.

"I like using you, faggot," he said, opening his robe to
expose his morning erection. "But like you, like a
faggot?  Hmmm, who can really like a queer boy?  Maybe
another queer. Whatever. Open up cocksucker, I've been
saving this piss hard-on just for you."

I submitted to all of his demands except the one he made
on Labor day.

"You're a cocksucker," he said after finally climaxing in
my mouth after an hour-long blow job. It was hard on my
neck, but I'd cum twice with his dick in my mouth.

"A pussy boy," he continued as I guided his stiff cock
into my pussy. "The whole world should know that you're
queer. Your classmates at the very least, faggot. You'll
be the class cocksucker so they can all enjoy a blow job
and a good cum in your mouth."

"No," I cried out as he thrust into me. "I don't want the
whole school to know I'm a fag, they'll all laugh at me.
Please, Winston, you promised."

"A promise to a fag, shit. What's that worth? When you
started sucking dick, faggot, how many guys promised not
to cum in your mouth?"

Two older boys, when I was ten, I remembered. Before
discovering how much I liked the creamy taste of warm
sperm.  One boy kept his promise and unloaded on my face.
The other boy, his friend, did me the biggest favor by
breaking his promise and cumming in my mouth.

Winston Powell was going to out me once school began. I
knew it, but I didn't know how or how to stop him.


CHAPTER
THREE

Coach Ryan got me excused from senior class study hall,
to work in his office like last year.  Winston Powell
shared the office this year and shared me with coach as
they had during the summer.  All went well the first
month of school, then coach took a week off to attend an
out of state conference.

"You and me this week, faggot," Winston said on Monday as
I put down my backpack and stripped off everything except
my sneakers. I had gym next period, so I'd put on my jock
strap and gym stuff in the office rather than in the
locker room with the other guys. Doing it this way left
more time for sex.

"Lay back on the desk and spead'em," Winston said once I
was naked. "Show me that boy pussy, faggot, I feel like
screwing you this afternoon."

Winston fucked me hard for close to an hour, I came twice
with my jock strap stuffed in my mouth to muffle the
sounds of my pleasure.  Winston climaxed, filled my ass
with hot cum just after the five minute bell rang. I
barely had time to lick his cock and balls clean, jam in
a butt plug to hold in the cum and tug on my damp jock.
Tshirt and shorts went on as I hurried along to the gym.

Winston felt like a blow job on Tuesday. "Could you cum
a little bit sooner today?" I asked as I got down on my
knees and brought his cock to my lips. "I was late for
gym yesterday and if I'm late one more time Mr. Harvey
will flunk me. I won't be able to graduate."

"Well," Winston said as I kissed the tip of his cock and
fondled his balls, "How fast I cum depends on how good
you suck my big, black prick, faggot. Those cocksucker
lips in my pubes, your tongue on my nuts...every little
bit helps."

I nearly choked trying to tongue Winston's black balls
while sucking his nine inch cock, but I did get him to
cum in my mouth before the five minute bell. His wiry,
pubic hair was a mess though, matted with my tears, snot
and a gooey mixture of sperm and saliva. I got to gym on
time with the smell of cum on my breath, crud coating my
tongue and, as Tony, a hunky classmate pointed out, a
bunch of dark black pubic hairs stuck in my teeth.

"Who is she?" Tony whispered as I took my place in line.

"Who is who?" I whispered back, surprised that he
actually spoke to me.  Mostly I get laughed at because I
am klutz when it comes to anything athletic.

"The girl you went down on, Steven. The girl who's pubic
hairs are stuck in your teeth. Did she go down on you,
give you a blow job before or after you ate out her
pussy?"

Eat out a girl's pussy, yuch. I'd sooner suck a dog's
dick.

"Did you fuck her?" Tony insisted. "C'mon, man, give me
the scoop."

"A gentleman never tells," I said, which pissed him off.
"She was good, you should try it," I foolishly added,
which pissed him off even more.  Not a good thing to do
because I needed all the friends I could get when Winston
decided it was time for me to come out of the closet.

Tony corralled me alone in the shower after class. I wait
until the other guys have finished, all those dicks are
far to tempting.  That had never happened before and I
thought for sure the jig was up, that the freshman I was
blowing had broken his promise. What was it with these
guys that couldn't keep their mouths shut when I opened
mine for their dicks.  Why did they have to ruin a good
thing by telling another guy that I was a cocksucker?

I'd go down on Tony in a heartbeat, suck his cock right
here in the shower if that's what he wanted. We were
alone and I even had soap if he wanted to fuck me. That's
not what he wanted at all.

"I want to know her name," Tony demanded. "Any girl
that'll have sex with a wimp like you will spread her
legs for a stud like me. Is mine a great looking cock or
what?"

I took a quick look, though it wasn't really necessary.
All dicks look great to a faggot cocksucker. "She'd love
it, Tony, I'm sure. Probably get on her knees and kiss
it, maybe lick your balls, then beg you to suck it..."

Tony gulped and said. "She swallows?"

"...And swallow. She loves to suck dick, loves hot guys
like you to cum in her mouth." Tony was getting a hard-on
and I was about ready to get on my knees when Mr. Harvey
flicked the lights off and on. "She doesn't go to school
here," I said to Tony's fleeing back. He didn't want to
get caught in an embarrassing situation. I knew exactly
how he felt.


CHAPTER
FOUR

Wednesday was jock day at school. A silly, senior class
tradition that dated back to the time when the school was
boys only. Back then it was jock straps only on jock day.
Since the school was now co-ed all the seniors are given
a long Tshirt to wear over their jocks; supposedly to
avoid embarrassing the girls who come to school on jock
day.  The Tshirt rule is loosely enforced, however, and
its often the girls daring the boys to lose the shirts
and walk around school in their jocks.

I wore a brand new Calvin Klein jock strap on jock day
instead of my usual Bike. All the hot guys in jocks, the
blue pouch was damp with precum when I got to Winston's
office. Jock day is fun, but frustrating for a fag, and
I really needed to suck a dick.

"All those boys in jock straps," Winston said as I took
mine off and took him in my mouth. "Got to be tough for
a queer, huh Steven?"

"Mmmmm, mmmmm," I mumbled and went right on sucking. He
pulled out of my mouth at the warning bell. I looked up,
surprised and he unloaded on my face. The warm spurts
felt good, but I'd really wanted him to cum in my mouth.

Now I had to hurry or I'd be late for gym. "I can't find
my jock, Winston, have you seen it?"  My Tshirt was
missing too, but I'd worry about that later.

"I locked it away," Winston said, smiling. "Jocks are for
jocks, especially on jock day. "This is what you should
be wearing, cocksucker."

I took the offered package and tore it open.

"It's a thong, cocksucker, a jockstrap for a fag."

I knew what it was and I knew what it meant. If I wore
this to gym, shit, thirty guys would know that I was a
fag.

"Better hurry and put it on, faggot," Winston chuckled.
"You don't want to be late for gym."

Maybe they wouldn't notice, I thought, slipping into the
red thong. It looked like a jock strap from the front.

"One minute to the late bell, faggot."

I made it just as the late bell rang and carefully
keeping my back to the wall, walked to the end of the
line.  So far so good until Tony asked what was on my
face.  Cum, shit, Winston's cum was all over my face. I
turned my back to him in a panic, "pussy juice," I said
over my shoulder. 

"Pussy juice my ass," Tony said. "That's fuckin' cum all
over your face and, jesus, what the fuck you got on? That
ain't no jock strap."

Klutz that I am, I'm used to being laughed at in gym. The
humiliating waves of laughter that washed over me now was
like nothing I had heard before. Mr. Harvey was still in
his office so the guys circled around for a good view of
my thong.

"He's a fuckin' faggot," Tony said above the roar. "A
fuckin' cocksucker."

Cocksucker, cocksucker...the guys took up the chant,
cocksucker, cocksucker...until I dropped to my knees and
put my face in Tony's crotch. I used the immediate
silence to make a quick deal.  Mr. Harvey would tell my
dad for sure, the guys probably not if I made it worth
their while.

"I'll blow you all if you keep it a secret, okay? Suck
everyone's cock."


EPILOGUE

It took me an hour to suck off half the class in the
shower after gym.  The other half got their blow jobs in
the back of a van in the school's parking lot.  With each
mouthful of cum I also got a promise of secrecy.

Three months after jock day and my secret is still a
secret. No one calls me fag or cocksucker in the hallways
or laughs, well, not too much when I wear the thong in
the locker room.  The promise has been renewed by every
guy at least weekly...before his blow job and again,
after he cums in my mouth. I just might get lucky and
graduate without the whole school knowing I'm a fag.