Date: Sun, 19 May 2013 22:03:27 -0400
From: jasper adams <proseinourdreams@googlemail.com>
Subject: Straight Jock Boy Chronicles 2

Hope you guys enjoy it! This is my first story that is complete fiction,
peppered with my own raunchy experiences and fantasies - a departure from
my other stories posted under CELEBRITY. Remember to send in feedback or
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<Straight Jock Boy Chronicles>
<Entry TWO>

Ryan Ford sat atop the lifeguard's stoop, of course keeping a steady eye
out for the swimmers at the pool, but also enjoying the attention lavished
upon him and his golden body. Clad in only a pair of almost-too-small board
shorts and a whistle dangling from around his neck, Ryan knew he was hot
shit: tight, athletic body - no longer a skinny blond twink of a few years
ago but still smooth and hairless save some under his pits and blond fuzz
on his legs. His beefy arms, size 31 waist and cut stomach accentuated an
ass that won't quit for miles, thanks to years of baseball and football
drills and training. What can he say - the boy loves squats. One of the
perks of this part-time summer job, other than saving his broke, (plump),
college student ass, was the attention from the MILFs, DILFs, sorority
girls, closeted guys, etc. Sometimes he would sit with his legs extra wide
apart or casually drape one over the arm of his chair, his size-13 feet
dangling, and watch the heads turn.

Ryan wasn't dumb - he knew how some guys would look at him, undress him
with their lustful eyes and imagine doing dirty things to him. This fact he
was well aware of. Hell, he does the same to girls at school all the
time. The southern jock boy got off on the attention, secretive glances
from knowing guys, closeted and out alike, and sometimes even inappropriate
and forceful propositions. A drunk and aggressive man had accosted Ryan in
a bar once this summer (okay - more than once... Ryan couldn't remember if
it was ever the same guy...); luckily Ryan was wasted out of his mind and
horny as hell: he passively let the older man pin him against a bathroom
stall wall, unbuckle his belt and unzip his shorts, unleashing his hard
jock cock. The man sucked and jerked Ryan off and swallowed every drop of
Ryan's thick jock cum; however, when he tried to turn Ryan over, readying
himself to fuck Ryan's juicy ass, Ryan stuffed his goodies back in his
pants and took off. Same protocol - every encounter. He had his share of
pussy - his girlfriends and more - and has let countless guys like this one
worship his cock, but Ryan knew his ass belonged to Coach Krueger and
Sam. The possessive daddy-son team had a power over Ryan, an addiction to
their forceful nature, eager sexual appetite, and an ability to turn the
popular straight jock into their pussy boy, a switch they alone have the
ability to flip in Ryan.

Summer break should be over soon. Ryan, who just turned 19, had been a good
ol' boy for months. Coach wanted his ass tight, like a virgin boy's, when
he returned to school in a month. The blond jock got off with countless
girls and girls' mothers all summer (plus some drunken oral from guys -
usually at his favorite bar's bathroom stall; unbeknownst to Ryan, horny
men made this bar their favorite summer hang as well, for the off-chance of
running into the blond jock boy on any given summer night so they could try
their luck with the fickle tease of a jock boy). Ryan loved that others
craved him and his body, his eight-inch cock eliciting squeals of ecstasy
from half the college girls in town and his cock and cum eagerly lapped up
by jock-hungry men, but Ryan felt emptiness after every tryst. His own
sexual appetite was insatiable, but he needed something else. Something
more than the occasional and overly eager guy's hot mouth; he needed Coach
Krueger and Sam.

Ryan needed his drug. He needed his ass filled. He needed his face pushed
down onto a dirty rug. He needed to be pinned down. He needed to be called
a pussy fag bottom. He needed to feel something, anything, tear into his
quivering boy hole. He needed to be filled to the brim, and to cry out like
a little bitch as Coach or Sam fuck him, to hear their balls slapping
against his ass as they fucked him so hard and fast until he can't see
straight and can't stand. He needed to be forced to submit, to gag, to sob,
to hurt so good, to beg, to cum all over himself as he is impaled on
Coach's or Sam's cock... or both together. To lick up cum like a horny
puppy, to be slapped around, tied up, gagged, pissed on...

It's been too long. The daddy-son team had been achingly incommunicative
all summer. Not a text, email, nothing. Ryan's ass clenched as he sat there
on top of the lifeguard's stoop, his empty boy hole quivering as he gently
ground his bubble butt into the wooden seat. He was so hard. His horniness
for cock was debilitating. He needed Coach and Sam. He wanted to feel their
bodies on top of his, their cocks lined up at his hungry hole, to smell
their bodies, to gasp for air from their weight, to...

"(ughnnn... (fuck...) ughnnn... guhhhnnn... ughnn!)" Ryan buckled in his
seat, his long toes curled tightly like an eagle's talons as he pretended
like nothing was happening, his arms tightly crossed across his toned,
beefy chest as he lets out a more audible moan... a fresh sheen of sweat
forming all over his muscled body.... eyes shut tight... body
trembling... lips swollen, red and quivering... as he shot that day's load
into his swimming shorts. It was a big load. A huge cum stain formed at his
crotch almost instantly, as some of his fresh jock-boy cum trickled down
his beefy thigh.

Shit.

-

"Sorry Ryan, it's just budget cutting. Nothing personal."

"But I get paid next to nothing as it stands!" Ryan was flabbergasted. He
was getting laid off from the pool. "I'm' only part-time anyway? How does
what I make an hour make any difference?"

"Sorry boy," the owner said dryly. "We're cutting back - getting volunteer
lifeguards. Guessin' you wouldn't volunteer? Happy to give a good
reference, though..."

"(ARGGH!!!)"

-

Ryan stormed into the locker room, angry as hell. Rent was due in a few
days, and his bank account was near empty. He threw some shit around,
pounded on the locker, stood there barefoot, helpless in his board shorts
with the dried cum stain, his trim, cut body heaving and blushing red with
frustration.

"Now, now... what's all this, kid?" Ryan heard a voice behind him.

"Oh fuck! Sorry. I thought I was alone." There was a man getting dressed in
the corner of the room, tying his tie, facing into the mirror. Ryan felt
himself blushing, and forced one of his adorable crime-absolving grins and
shrugged. "I just got fired."

"No way? Well, sorry to hear, kid," The man said, slipping his large,
socked feet into leather loafers, still not looking at Ryan. "I'm sure a
boy like yourself can find a way to make it work."

"Oh... I don't know..." Ryan pouted, sitting down and straddling a bench
and observed the guy. He somehow wanted the man to look at him, to make him
feel good about himself. The man, who is around 40, or a young looking
40-something, just went along his business, adjusting his tie and putting
on his suit jacket while ignoring the scantily-clad jock boy a few feet
away. "Summer's almost over, so jobs usually are dried up..."

"Where you from? That accent? Southern boy?"

"Yes sir."

"Well, a kid like you I'm sure has got his options..." The man said with a
subtle smile, catching Ryan's eager eyes for a split second in the
mirror. Ryan all of a sudden got butterflies in his stomach. That emptiness
inside him stirred, and he suddenly felt very, very exposed sitting there
in just his board shorts. "Something, a talent... a skill... I'm sure, from
your resume... you can use...."

"Life guarding, baseball, football, and mowing lawns?" Ryan got a tingly
feeling in his fingers and toes, butterflies turned into knots. This guy
wanted him, right? Maybe? If the man would just look at him, he could
figure him out. Ryan leaned back on the bench on his elbows, stretching out
his smooth and athletic 5'10" frame and spread his meaty legs a bit
further, hoping for some attention. Any kind of attention. His empty jock
hole quivered, ached...

"I don't need a lawn mower," The man picked up his bag. He was in an
expensive suit, broad and tall, maybe four or five inches taller than Ryan,
and looks like a former football player or body builder. Walking towards
the exit, the man deliberately placed a business card on Ryan's flat,
heaving tummy. Ryan couldn't tell if the hot fingertips of the man lingered
on his skin longer than necessary. Was there a caress? "Give me a call if
you want to talk options."

-

Fuck this shit.

After a week of eating instant noodles, Ryan found himself entering the
man's home - a penthouse suite in the nicest part of the city. Holy cow.

"Have a seat," the man motioned. He was still sharply dressed, in a suit
but without a tie. Same large leather loafers. Same muscular build. Same
salt-and-pepper hair and attractive, stern face. "Call me Greg. Drink?"

"Thanks, Mr. Greg," Ryan grinned boyishly and accepted the scotch
eagerly. He was nervous. Maybe he should've dressed up for this interview,
instead of coming straight from the gym. He was running late and didn't
have time to shower, and wore his sweaty jock underneath a pair of old,
loose-fitting jeans, his dirty baseball cap turned backwards like he always
wore it. On Ryan's size-13 feet is a pair of old high-tops - he thought
going sockless was more sensible than wearing his dirty, smelly gym
socks. He had also forgotten to bring a clean shirt to change after his
daily workout, so Ryan wore nothing underneath his zip-up hoody, feeling
the cold zipper against his sweaty jock torso. "I mean, Greg."

For 30 minutes, the man talked business opportunities, entrepreneurialism,
real estate (his profession), Ryan's studies, his baseball, his resume,
evaluating the jock's expenses and options in a college town.

"It may look bleak now, but you have some great assets you can capitalize
on," Greg came to the conclusion. Ryan was drunk; downing two glasses of
scotch after hours of intense workout wasn't the best idea. He felt Greg
sit down next to him on the couch. "There is a demand for a Southern jock
like yourself out there somewhere..."

Ryan was uncomfortable, not knowing what to say. Greg was really difficult
to read.

"From what I've seen of you on that life guarding stoop," Greg continued,
casually crossing his beefy legs, his left foot lightly grazing Ryan's left
leg, his right arm stretched behind the jock boy. Ryan was sure he felt
Greg inhale deeply. Fuck. He should've showered. "You can pay your rent and
then some if you play to your strengths. How much is rent?"

"Uh, $500," Ryan shuffled in his spot on the couch. His boy hole was
quivering, feeling the friction of his denim against the long-neglected
hole. Greg leaned in and whispered a business proposal into the trembling
jock boy's left ear, taking in the fresh musk of a nervous young
athlete. Stinky and ripe for the plucking.

"Really!?" Ryan's eyes shot open wide as Greg whispered figures and terms
to him. He felt Greg's right hand clasping his shoulder - he's strong -
Greg's large left foot more than just grazing his meaty leg now. His body
was shaking with excitement, and guilt. He couldn't disobey Coach Krueger
and Sam. Could he? "That's it? Nothing more?"

"Take it or leave it, boy," Greg responded, eyes stern, undressing the
na•ve, eager boy next to him with his hungry eyes. "Have you ever done
anything like this?"

"No..." Ryan whispered, averting Greg's stern eyes. A half truth. "That's
all I have to do? You watch? Nothing more?"

"If you do well, you may get your year's rent paid for. We'll see how you
apply yourself..."

-

Ryan laid down on Greg's large bed, his hoody unzipped, revealing his
tight, hairless torso, thick chest and cut abs, tanned from a summer in the
sun. He licked his lips, and took off each shoe, wiggling his sweaty, long
toes in the heavy bedroom air. Leaving the hoody on partially, Ryan leaned
back and pulled off his jeans, unveiling a dirty white jockstrap barely
containing a growing jock cock. The fine hairs on his legs, thighs and ass
are even blonder than in the winter, making the jock boy look smooth and
golden all over. He put his high-tops back on and readjusted his backwards
cap. Greg wanted him like that.

Ryan tried to do what he thought might look sexy. He awkwardly got on all
fours, pulled back his hoody a bit, showing off his chest and broad
shoulders, arched his toned back, his plump, juicy ass in the air,
revealing off his hairless pink hole, winking in the hot air of the
stifling bedroom. His fat ass was his asset, as Greg had whispered to Ryan,
now perversely exposed, framed by thin bands from his useless
jockstrap. Ryan felt shy and blushed, lightly teasing his hole with his
middle finger, moaning gently as he released his cock out of the jock
pouch. He closed his eyes and pretended Greg is not sitting just a few feet
away from the bed, pretending he didn't hear the heavy breathing, the
unzipping of dress slacks, the greasy sounds of a man slowly stroking his
own cock, coming from the other side of the room.

Ryan stood face down on the mattress and began furiously stroking his
already rock-hard cock, letting sounds of pleasure escape from his jock
lips, red and pouty. His fat ass jiggling in the air, his cock so swollen,
desperate to cum as soon as possible, touching his boy hole as lightly and
infrequently as possible. He couldn't let Coach Krueger down. Numbers ran
through his head for every position Greg had ordered. $$$ for his hole, $$$
for his cock, $$$ for dirty talk, $$$ for touching his hole, $$$ for
getting hard, $$$ for moans, $$$ to cum...

"Slow down, boy," Ryan heard Greg command, and he obediently slowed down
his feverish stroking. "Stick that finger in. Moan louder."

"Wait... that wasn't part of the agreement..."

"Just do it." Greg's voice was icy cold, dominant, almost sinister. "I'll
double the final $$$."

"...I..."

"Just do it. Don't be a whining bitch."

"(ughhnnn!)" Ryan cock jumped as he heard Greg's commanding words and let
out a light cry as he obediently forced his middle finger into his eager
jock hole. It had been months since Coach Krueger demolished his
hole. Pangs of guilt arose deep within Ryan. It hurt, stung a bit, but he
wanted more. His heart pounded harder and faster. He was getting overheated
and threw off his hoody, revealing his perfect jock torso. "Like this?"

"Yes boy... work that hole... that's it... deeper...."

"(Ughnnn...! Ughnnn...!)" Ryan felt his face flush red. He knew he
shouldn't be doing this. Coach and Sam would be mad. He couldn't stop
though. He craved it. He stuck his middle finger all the way in, grazing
against his long-neglected prostate, which made his long toes curl and made
him groan with pleasure. Ryan was shaking all over as he looked up over at
Greg, eyes wet with lust and lips red with desire. "Like that?"

"Did I say to look at me, boy?!"

"Sorry..."

"Sorry what?!"

"Sorry Greg..."

"Try again."

"Sorry... sir?"

"Try again."

"Sorry... (daddy)?"

"Two fingers. Face down."

"Ughnnn...!" Ryan felt the pressure of his own two fingers stretching his
hungry boy hole. He wanted to cum so badly, but more so he wanted this man
to quit playing games and to ravage him. How would Coach Krueger possibly
find out? There's no way...? "(Fuck me... daddy...)"

"?!"

"Fuck me... daddy... please..." Ryan begged as he moaned into the mattress,
his fat ass still obscenely arched in the air, two fingers furiously
pounding his own hole, faster and deeper with every thrust. Ryan spread his
athletic legs wider, gyrating lewdly as his other hand jerked his
eight-inch cock, ready to explode at any moment, still framed by that
useless piece of jockstrap-pouch. His ass looked glorious between the thin
threads of cotton.

"What did you say, boy??" The man seemed genuinely surprised. "You know
what you're asking for?"

"Please... ughn... fuck me..." Ryan cooed pathetically. "I want your
cock..."

"You want your boy cherry popped?"

"Yes daddy... ughnn... ughnn..." Ryan panted. He spit on his right hand and
was fucking himself with three fingers now, his other hand spreading a
plump ass cheek wide open as the other hand invaded himself. His toes
curled and uncurled and curled again. His whole blonde body covered in
sweat, flushed red, gyrating lewdly on the bed. "I need your cock in
me... please..."

"Have you done this before, kid?"

"... no..." Ryan lied as he felt the man's body heat near his ass. His
blond body blushed crimson from his lying. He moaned softly as he withdrew
all three fingers, now pulling both ass cheeks as wide apart as he could,
offering his perfectly pink, wet and hungry jock-boy hole. Ryan felt the
man drape and tie something over his eyes. Tightly. Total darkness. Ryan
nearly blew his wad as he felt the man tighten the blindfold around his
eyes and baseball cap - probably one of his silk ties.

"No? You have been bad, haven't you? Stop touching yourself, faggot." The
man ordered. Ryan obeyed as he felt Greg pull his wrists together behind
his back, crossed and tied tightly together...  a belt? Ryan's stomach
turned... losing his balance, he thought of his promise to Coach and Sam as
Greg roughly pushed him face down into the mattress. Ass still up in the
air. Legs still spread wide. Hole empty.

"No daddy... I've been good... UUGHNNN!" Ryan grimaced as he felt a strong,
calloused hand strike his left ass cheek.

"I think you've been a bad boy, Ryan..." The man intoned as he struck
Ryan's white, plump ass cheek again. "You're sure you've never done this?
Pussy boy?"

"...no... never... UGHNN! UGHNN!!!" In total darkness, Ryan felt the older
man spank his ass two more times. Then again, and again, and again. And
again, and again. Harder and harder. Repeatedly. Over and over until Ryan
finally cried out. More strikes and spanks. Screaming, tears began to form
in his cloaked eyes. "UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNN!!!"

"I think you're a very bad boy, Ryan..." The man gently rubbed Ryan's now
red ass cheeks. "Fuck, you're a fuckin' beautiful boy, but you know
that. Now... again, have you done this before?"

"... no..." Ryan, holding back his tears, lied again as he was struck
again. His cock was so hard and red. A thin stream of precum leaked
out. "UGHNNN!!"

"Very well... you would give up your straight jock cherry... all for a few
$$$? You've been dyng for a daddy to fuck you wide open, huh? Faggot boy?"
The man exhaled hot breath onto Ryan's neck, wrapping his muscular arm
around Ryan's neck, choking the blonde jock gently, knees kicking the boy's
muscled legs further apart. Ryan at once in heaven and purgatory, feeling
the man's hot, naked body behind him, his swollen cock leaking more precum
as he felt the man's mouth on his ear, his neck, his shoulders, all the way
down his back to his most precious, tender, sensitive, and private area...

"OH GOD DADDY! UGHNN! UGHNN!" Ryan began thrashing as he felt the man's
tongue on his hole, licking and probing forcefully, getting as deep as
possible. Electricity shot through his entire body, goose bumps
everywhere. Ryan, finding difficulty to move with his wrists bound behind
him, backed his eager boy butt against the man's scruffy face, his tongue
licking his own lips and panting. "OH YESS DEEPER PLEASE! UGHNN! UGHNN!
UGHNN!"

Fuck. This boy is HOT. A wild one. The man thought to himself. Tastes like
a man, like a dirty locker room, like a fuckin' jock. The man delve deeper,
no simple task given Ryan's fat ass, his hands running all over Ryan's
thick, jock body - not overdone like a body builder's - feeling every
nuanced muscle, every ridge formed by hours of training, the toned thighs,
the curling toes, the developed calves, the tight, cut stomach, the filled
out chest... the sensitive nipples. He felt Ryan buckle uncontrollably as
his fingers teased both of the jock's hard nipples.

"OH GOD! UGHNN! OH GOD!! UHGNNNN!!!" Ryan cried out as his three most
sensitive spots were being abused simultaneously, somehow the stimulus more
heightened in total darkness. "I... I... I... CAN'T HOLD IT!"

"Hold it in boy!!!" Greg commanded as he sucked on Ryan's hole, fingers
flicking at each plump and swollen boy tit, feeling the jock buckle and
edge towards cumming. The man felt Ryan's powerful glutes squeeze and
clench around his face, Ryan's jock body trembling wildly, still obediently
in face-down doggy style, his ankles and feet pulling the man in
deeper. The man continued devouring Ryan's ass, harder and deeper, and
began pinching and twisting Ryan's quarter-sized nipples.

"SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK! UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNN!!! DADDY I CAN'T HOLD IT!!!!
UGHNN UGHNN GUHNNNN!! UGHNNN!! FUCK! FUCK!!! UGHN!!!!!" Stream after stream
of clear jock cum sprayed out of Ryan's cock, drenching the sheets
underneath Ryan. The room was instantly filled with the smell of fresh jock
cum, mixing in with the already pungent smells of ass and sweat. Ryan's
sweaty body shook as the man withdrew his tongue from inside Ryan. "Oh
god... Oh god... fuck... ughnnnn... ughnnn... ughnnn... fuck..."

"Oh... I'm getting my money's worth, boy... Don't move." Greg commanded as
he emerged from the depths of Ryan's perfect hole and ass. The sight before
him was incredible - the hottest jock with a fat, dripping-wet ass, cock,
thick meaty legs, bound and blindfolded in front of him, drenched in sweat
over a puddle of his jock cum. Ass in the air, cock dribbling cum. Greg
scooped up some of Ryan's cum from the mattress and rubbed the cum on his
own rock-hard cock. He lined his nine-incher against Ryan's hole and forced
all of it in one, agonizingly slow stroke. Ryan fell forward in pain and
pleasure, his chest and belly feeling just how much cum he had pissed out a
few moments earlier as Greg pushed him completely down on his stomach while
entering his boy hole.

"OH DADDY! UGHNN!! WAIT! WAIT! STOP!" Ryan, sensitive from cumming so hard
and overcome with guilt, suddenly felt ashamed for how much he'd enjoyed
another man's mouth on his ass. As he felt the greasy rod, fat and
rock-hard, push into his hungry hole, hurting him, filling him, Ryan was
conflicted, his cock still hard, and still dripping beneath him onto the
already drenched sheets. He felt the man's cock push past all barriers he
had saved for Coach and Sam. "UGHN!N UGHNN!! STOP! WAIT! UGHNN! I CAN'T I'M
SORRY!"

"Too late now, boy... UGHN!" The man mumbled as he pushed deeper into the
jock, hearing the boy whimper beneath him as he pulled out a little,
forcing more back in, feeling Ryan's hot hole gripping tightly onto his
cock, sucking his cock deeper inside, feeling Ryan push back with his ass,
opening up wider, sucking his cock in deeper each thrust until the monster
cock is buried deep inside the jock boy. Ryan's hot hole sucked his cock in
tightly, gripping tightly, hungrily. Ryan shook from pleasure, now
whimpering like a little bitch, his voice climbing higher and higher in
register with every thrust, his eyes rolled to the back of his head as
Greg's cock hit that deepest part inside him. "FUCK BOY! YOU LIKE DADDY
COCK IN YOUR BOY HOLE!? HMM???! THIS AIN'T NO VIRGIN HOLE, YOU FUCKIN LYNG
LITTLE FAGGOT SHIT!"

"(oh god oh god oh god!!!! UGHNN! UGHNN!)" Ryan was at once in heaven and
hell. He longed for this. He was hungry for it. His eyes rolled to the back
of his head underneath his blindfold, and felt the man behind him strike
his ass again. And again. And again, and again as he began pounding Ryan,
harder and harder, more and more enraged and impassioned, hitting that
deepest part in Ryan every time, eliciting pathetic girly squeals from the
jock boy. "OH FUCK! UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNN! DADDY PLEASE!!! UGHNN!!!"

"YOU FUCKIN' LITTLE LYING SHIT!" Greg bellowed as he rammed roughly,
mercilessly into Ryan's greedy hole, seeing the jock boy before him squirm
as he hit the deepest point of Ryan's chute and withdrawing almost all the
way out. Deep and long. Balls and thighs slapping louder and louder against
Ryan's ass and thighs. "THIS JOCK ASS HAS BEEN PASSED ALL AROUND TOWN,
HASN'T IT?! YOU FILTHY WHORE!"

"UGHNN! UGHNN! NO!! NO SIR!! UGHNNN!!!!" Ryan was on edge, ready to blow
his second load. He felt Greg slap his ass again, and again, and again, as
the monster cock ripped in and out of his hungry boy hole. Tears welled up
as the stings of Greg's hard strikes pushed Ryan to his
limits. "PLEASE...!!! UGHNNN!!!! UGHNNNN!!!! FUCK!!! DADDY!!! OWWW!!!
UGHNNNN!!!!"

"COME ON! FUCKIN' JOCK BOY! TAKE DADDY'S COCK LIKE A CHAMP! TAKE IT! YOU
LOVE IT, DON'T YOU, YOU LITTLE BITCH BOY! GOING AROUND TOWN SELLING YOUR
FAT ASS! U FUCKIN' LOVE IT! UGHNN! UGHNN! FUCK BOY!! U FUCKIN' LITTLE
SHIT!"

Ryan couldn't control it. He rammed his plump ass back as hard as he could,
loving the sensation of a monster cock destroying his hole and the sting of
Greg's spanking on his ass. Ryan lost it. He began to sob uncontrollably as
he felt Greg's large frame on top of him, weighing him down on his stomach
and chocking him with muscular arms. Ryan sobbed and moaned and gasped for
air as Greg licked his ears, bit his neck, raped his hole, held him
tightly. Ryan cried out dryly as he felt his and Greg's weight on his sore
and tender cock, rubbing roughly against the soaked sheets, Greg's monster
tool raping deeper into his hungry jock hole, and felt his cock swell with
heat and warmth... dry cries... inaudible to others but the two of
them... biting down on his dominant daddy's arm... legs kicking behind
him... hearing the lubricated slapping of balls and thighs... the sweat
pouring from the man on top of him... losing oxygen... his ass clenching
down on a horse-hung cock, harder than ever before, imbedded deep inside,
flexing and probing his prostate... dry cries... balls against
ass... swelling... tears... sweat... pleasure... pain... cum.

"UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNNN!!! FUCK, BOY! FUCK!!!! UGHNNNNN!!!!!!!!"

Cum everywhere... gushing out from Ryan's cock, forming warm puddle
underneath the dominant daddy and the submissive jock boy, adding more
bodily fluids to the dirty sheets and mattress. Cum everywhere... shooting
out of the man's rock hard cock deep inside the hungry, begging jock boy's
cunt... filling the boy the to brim as the monster cock continued to
penetrate and withdraw, only to force itself back in again, cum leaking out
of Ryan's hole as he desperately clenched his ass to keep the man's juices
in... feeling the man's sweaty body hugging his own... cum spilling
everywhere as the man held the jock boy tightly, feeling every sweaty and
spent muscle, inhaling the jock boy's dirty scent, feeling his cock sliding
in and out of the worn and wet hole... feeling Ryan - still blind-folded
and bound - pass out from the long-denied pleasure and pain, in his arms
and still impaled on his cock.

TBC? School starts soon...

More to come... love to hear about any fantasies/scenarios I can
incorporate into this series :P.

Xoxo
j.a.