Date: Mon, 9 Sep 2013 16:18:48 -0400
From: jasper adams <proseinourdreams@googlemail.com>
Subject: Straight Jock Boy Chronicles 4

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<Straight Jock Boy Chronicles>
<Entry FOUR>

"Oh! Good... good mornin', Pastor Robert!" Ryan Ford blurted out, face
red. He forced an innocent grin that made the 19-year-old blond jock look
like an adorable, happy nine-year-old boy.

"Morning, son," Pastor Robert smiled back. Handsome, dark-haired and
green-eyed, late-30s, Pastor Robert, or just Pastor Rob or P-Rob as some
called him, was a popular fixture in town amongst the old ladies and
housewives, many of whom attended Sunday service secretly just to undress
the 6'4, beefy pastor with their eyes. He entered the locker room in his
usual tailored, short-sleeved black shirt (with white collar) and slim-fit
dress pants with black suede loafers with no socks, showing off his bare
ankles. "Haven't seen you in church for a long while - should've figured
you're spending all your free time here at the gym."

"Um... yes, yes sir..." Sweat was forming on Ryan forehead, slowly
trickling down his boyish face and dampening his blond hair. He leaned
forward on the row of waist-high lockers in front of him. A small gasp
escaped his red lips. His long, bare toes curled tightly like an eagle's
talons, grabbing desperately onto the suface beneath him, leaving traces of
steamy and sweaty foot and toe prints on the cold concrete floor.

"You okay? I thought I was the first one here - manager had to unlock the
door for me..." Pastor Rob noted Ryan's awkward and uncomfortable body
language. The blond jock was shirtless and perspiring profusely, leaning
forward on the last row of low lockers in the secluded end of the L-shaped
locker room, a corner that people seldom use. The jock boy's smooth torso -
which is all Pastor Rob could see - glistened in the dimly-lit room,
revealing a heaving chest and defined abs. Pastor Rob could see Ryan's
quarter-sized nipples from across the room - red, swollen, and erect -
horny exclamation points on the young jock's perfectly beautiful full pecs.

"I... I'm good... (((ughn!))) I... I snuck in earlier..." More sweat formed
as a gasp escaped involuntarily from Ryan's pouty, parted red lips. Ryan
leaned forward even more on the lockers.

"Are you sure you're okay, son?" Pastor Rob started moving towards Ryan,
curious, concerned - interest piqued.

"((ughn!)) I'm fine... I'm fine... really..." Ryan panted as he
unconsciously rose on his toes. The panicking jock gripped the edge of the
lockers, white knuckling it as his body trembled and
shook. "Please... ((ughn...)) please... don't come any closer..."

"What is wrong, Ryan?" Pastor Rob dropped his gym bag and began crossing
the long locker room. Ryan could hear the pastor's soft, suede footsteps
approaching. "Are you sure you are feeling okay?"

"Really! (ughn!) I'm... okay! Please... just... (ughn!!) I'm... begging
you... ugh! Could you just... ughnn... (Oh god! Oh god! Oh
god!)... just... let me alone for a bit? Please!" Ryan's voice cracked and
quavered as he watched Pastor Rob approaching. His breathing intense like
he'd just run a marathon. Sweat poured down his blond, bare torso, forming
wet paths via every nuanced nook and cranny of the jock's lithe and defined
body, muscled like a Greek statue.

"You can talk to me, Ryan," Pastor Rob finally stood face to face with the
trembling jock with the row of lockers in between them. Pastor Rob noted on
Ryan every bead of sweat, every quivering muscle, every dampened strand of
blond hair, every inhale, every exhale. He placed his large hands over
Ryan's hands, which were clenching on to the lockers for dear life, feeling
Ryan's hot skin and strong hands, as he spoke, sweat beginning to form
under his clothes and suddenly his white collar felt suffocating. His
large, size-15 feet - sock-less and moist from sweat - suffocated in his
suede loafers. Pastor Rob could hear it. Undeniable. Obvious. Evident. He
felt it instinctively that Ryan was on the verge, the edge, about to lose
it. He leaned over the lockers...

"UGHN! OH! OH! OH!! GOD! FUCK!! UGHNN! UGHN! UGHNN!!!" Ryan suddenly
buckled, and screamed, his captivatingly young boyish face flushing red and
contorting with pain, or pleasure? His blond, naked body shook violently as
streams of cum sprayed out of his red hard cock onto the row of
lockers. More sweat poured down his toned, muscular back, down to his
glorious ass crack. "OH GOD PASTOR ROB... I'M... PLEASE! JUST... UGHNN! OH
GOD!! UGHNNN!!!!!!"

Ryan cried as he fell forward onto Pastor Rob, his sweaty head on the
pastor's shoulder as he instinctively clasped onto Pastor Rob's muscular
arms for support. On the floor behind the lockers, between Ryan's widely
spread legs and bare ass cheeks, Pastor Rob finally saw what was bothering
Ryan: a fully clothed man on his knees, his face buried deep in Ryan's
plump jock ass. The undeniable sounds of deep rimming and fingers entering
and exiting a wet hole were evident the moment Pastor Rob set foot into the
locker room. Now, the smell of fresh boy cum hit Pastor Rob squarely in the
nostrils soon after the unmistakable sounds of thick cum splattering
against metal locker doors, supplemented with the sweaty, smelly scent of a
quivering and moaning blond jock boy holding on to him.

"UGHN!! UGHNN!! I'm... I'm... uggggnnn... so sorry, Pastor
Rob... ughnn...!" Ryan shook and trembled and cried as every last drop of
cum was milked out of his sore and aching cock - horrified and turning
white as a ghost, tears filling his big blue eyes - as he uncontrollably
held on to Pastor Rob, head buried inside the pastor's arms and chest,
feeling the pastor's rough hands on his sweaty, bare shoulders.

"Well, well... Sam!" Pastor Rob finally recognized the muscle jock between
the two mounds of beefy jock ass.

"Pastor Rob!" Sam licked his lips as he emerged from between Ryan's sweaty
ass cheeks, face covered in god knows what. "Your turn?"

...

[30 minutes ago...]

Ryan must have passed out. When he came too, he was alone on the dirty
cement floor next to the bench. It was nearly morning - the gym would be
filled with guys with morning workouts soon. He saw a stack of cash on the
bench and slowly got up on his knees, feeling dried cum covering his thick
thighs and ass. Ryan reached back and felt his hole, tender, aching and
loose. He couldn't help himself and inserted a finger, feeling all the hot
cum inside himself gush out, dripping hot against the skin on the back of
his legs and feet. His finger trembled, coated in cum; Ryan couldn't
resist. He licked his cum and ass-juice covered finger clean, went back
inside himself for more, with more fingers, savoring the pungent taste and
sucking each finger clean.

The man's cum tasted sweet and salty, like his own ass. Ryan felt blood
rushing into his cock all over again. The greedy jock boy arched his back,
spread his beefy ass and went back for more cum. And more. And more, until
he saw a red light peeking through the opened doors... FUCK! Ryan's heart
dropped to the bottom of his stomach as he froze there in that most
compromising, the sluttiest of all positions. He recognized the face. He
couldn't move... petrified... naked... exposed... and kneeling like a cum
bucket, a pig bottom, a loose cum hole...

Ryan's voice trembled and broke slightly... his eyes at once excited and
terrified... "Did you like the show, Sam?"

...

"Does this one kiss?" Pastor Rob asked, matter-of-factly, as he slowly felt
up Ryan's naked, defined torso, licking his greedy lips, his fingertips
grazing the heated, wet and smooth skin of the jock boy, tracing the
grooves between every heaving ab and pec, taught and lean.

"Pastor Rob...!" Ryan muttered, anxious apprehensive, and
surprised. "What... what.. are you doing?!"

"This one will do whatever the fuck you want him to do," Sam deadpanned as
he sat back against the wall on the floor, ignoring Ryan. "Go ahead. Use
him."

"Sam... don't..." Ryan pleaded. His big, blue eyes filled with tears and
dread, feeling the emptiness of his hole and aching cock, drained of so
much fresh jock boy cum. "Pastor Rob... I... I... let me explain..."

"Nothing to explain, son... you've been a bad little boy," Pastor Rob
reluctantly withdrew his hands from Ryan's steaming body as he circled
around the waist-high row of lockers between him and Ryan, finally seeing
in full view the straight jock boy trembling before him in his naked glory
- next to him a wad of cash and a pool of fresh cum dripping from the
locker doors. Ryan, horrified and nearing hysterical, buried his
beautifully innocent face in his beefy blond arms atop the lockers and
began to sob. "Oh shut the fuck up, son. On your knees. You piggy whore."

"But... but..." Ryan, blubbering like a little bitch, unveiled his watery
eyes as he obediently lowered onto his knees, already so sore and
undoubtedly covered in bruises, terrified and panick-stricken. Sam watched
with no emotion or reaction. "Please... there will be others here soon..."

"Better obey like a good little slut then. Lick," Pastor Rob's warm eyes
suddenly ice-cold as he stepped his right foot out of his suede shoe and
pressed his long toes against Ryan's meaty, sweaty left thigh. Ryan could
immediately smell the scent of a man, the intoxicating odor of masculine
foot stink as soon as the shoe came off of Pastor Rob. "Lick it like a good
boy."

Ryan was involuntarily, painfully hard again, blushing crimson and shamed,
fighting desperately his inexplicable craving to run his tongue all over
Pastor Rob's smelly foot, to taste him, to please him. Ryan reached down
and tentatively held the pastor's foot and in both hands; leaning in, the
naked jock boy inhaled the dirty, smelly aroma, his breathing quickened and
shallow, body shivering and bursting with unruly excitement.

"Lick."

Ryan closed his eyes and breathed in as much of the pastor's scent as he
could, feeling the moist, meaty foot between his trembling fingers, denying
himself for as long as he could resist. The jock boy's shut eyes rolled to
the back of his head - drunk from Pastor Rob's smell - and finally stuck
his tongue out and slowly licked the bottom of Pastor Rob's sole. A jolt of
electricity shot through Ryan's teenage jock body as he shoved his tongue
between every toe, savoring the manly, pungent stink like a sloppy, horny
puppy, Ryan thought he'd for sure lost his mind, burying his face into the
pastor's large foot, slobbering desperately, hungry to please, to relish in
the salty tang of a real man's essence.

"Fuck..." Sam muttered, observing Ryan's uncontainable wildness and
eagerness to serve the pastor, who withdrew his right foot much to the
frustration of the naked, hungry jock, who was left panting and out of
breath for more, his eyes wet with confused desire. Stepping out of his
other suede shoe but before offering his left foot to the eager jock boy,
Pastor Rob rubbed his long toes and large sole against the locker doors,
onto which Ryan had blown a massive, creamy jock load just seconds ago,
stepping in deep the puddle of fresh jock cum. Sam and the pastor heard
Ryan's jaw drop as he gasped audibly, his breaths quivering with frantic
hunger, as he watched the pastor coating every toe and crevice of his foot
in fresh boy cum - the teenage jock's body buckling, knees shaking with
uncontrollable excitement, heart racing, breathing near hyperventilation
with anticipation. The pastor shoved his cum-covered left foot onto Ryan's
spit covered face.

Ryan tasted himself, slobbered all over the pastor's dirty, cum-covered
toes and sole, grunting and devouring like an untamed, blond beast. Both
men watched Ryan's throbbing eight-inch cock, swollen and turgid to the
point of absurdity, drip a fresh stream of clear jock precum as he sucked
all the sweat and cum off the man's large, stinky foot, whimpering like a
bitch in heat with long toes in his mouth, gasping for air as he lapped up
every inch of the pastor's foot, his lithe, muscled body lewdly gyrating
and thrusting, grinding his meaty ass into his own bare heels.

"Up." Pastor Rob watched Ryan's boyish face as he withdrew his foot - the
jock boy, breathless and gulping hard, flashed disappointment as he sat
back in a heap of teenage blond muscle, covered in a fresh coat of sweat,
chest heaving, cock red and engorged. "Up."

"Pastor... I..." Ryan whispered as he caught his breath and slowly got up
on his feet, his teary eyes now filled with lust and craving, licking his
lips to savor the last traces of his own salty-sweet jock cum and the
pastor's foot stink.

"Shut up," Pastor Rob grabbed the back of Ryan's sweaty, blond head as he
shoved his tongue into Ryan, tasting traces of fresh jock cum on Ryan's
lips and tongue, inhaling Ryan's smell, like a dirty boy who just ran 20
laps, like a dirty teenage boy who hasn't showered in days, like a dirty
jock boy whore who just spent all night getting his ass plowed deep and
hard for cash. Ryan purred, his naked body melting into the pastor's
muscular, clothed frame, feeling the pastor's large, strong hands running
against his sweaty back, finding their ways to the two mounds of ass
muscle, massaging them hard, roughly spreading them apart. Ryan was on his
toes as he gave over his body once again, whimpering as the pastor bit his
lips, grunting as the pastor smacked his ass, and moaning with muffled,
slobbering shrillness as he felt the pastor insert a long finger inside his
begging, quivering wet hole.

"UGHN! UGHN!! OH GOD!! OH FUCKING JESUS!" Ryan cried out, his hole so
sensitive, abused and aching. Yet, he felt his own body push back into the
pastor's finger, his hole swallowing the finger deeper and deeper.

"What a slut!" Pastor Rob suddenly withdrew his tongue from the jock boy's
gasping mouth and finger from the jock's ass hole. The pastor forcibly spit
on the begging teenager's face and slapped him across his cheek, shoving
the naked jock against the back wall of the locker room, pinning the
frightened jock face first into the cold wall, spitting on his back,
slapping him across the ass. "What a fucking little whore you turned out to
be!"

"Ughn! OH! FUCK! UGHNN!" Ryan grunted, his wrists crossed and harshly
pinned against the wall above his head by the pastor's strong hands,
feeling the pastor grind a long, fat, leaking cock against his lower back,
feeling the pastor's teeth on the back of his neck, feeling his own cock
ready to erupt again as it rubbed up and down against the rough wall
surface. "UGHN!"

"You want cock, boy? You cock hungry?! Did you turn into a cum dump since
leaving home? HUH BOY!? Selling your ass to anyone?"

"UGHN! OH GOD! FUCK! UGHN! YES! YES! YES! PLEASE! UGHNNN! OH GOD! OH GOD!
SHIT! FUCK!!!! UGHNN!!! UGHNNN!!!!"

Ryan screamed as the pastor shoved his 10-inch cock brutally, without
warning, inside his worn-out hole, mercilessly invading the shorter jock
boy, driving Ryan up on the tips of his toes. Ryan screamed as the pastor's
fat mushroom head popped inside. Ryan screamed as the pastor withdrew his
fat cock before slamming it back deep inside, mercilessly. Ryan screamed
more as the pastor slapped his ass rough and hard, over and over, before
feeling the pastor's hands gripping tightly around his trim waist and began
jack-hammering into his jock boy pussy. Ryan lost it, screaming and
sobbing, spreading his legs as wide as he could, feeling all the pain and
pleasure building relentlessly up inside him.

"UGHN!! UGHNN! UGHNN! OH FUCK! OH SHIT!! OHH! UGHNN! GUHHHN! GAH! OH!"

"YOU WANT IT?! MORE?! YOU FUCKING LITTLE CUNT BOY!" Pastor Rob was
relentless, pounding Ryan's eager jock hole, the sounds of skin slapping
against a fat, plump ass filled the room in addition to Ryan's pathetic
whimpers and begging.

"YES! YES! YES! UGHNN! YES! GGUHNNN! OH GOD FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME
HARD!!!!"

Ryan lost any remaining hint of reservation, guilt, and shame, shoving his
ass back against the pastor's monster cock as hard as he could, pushing
back against the wall with all his might, feeling the fat cock hitting that
deepest part of him, making his knees wobble and cock leak. He felt the
pastor wrap his arms around him, gripping his hard cock with both hands and
starting to pump roughly. Ryan, arching his back like a good little jock
bottom, threw his head back, a dry cry barely escaping his throat as he
erupted instantly into the pastor's pumping hands, feeling the pastor fuck
yet another creamy load out of his teenage cock and balls and milking out
every little last bit of boy cum.

"OH GOD! YES FUCK! FUCK ME! UGHNN! UGHNN!!! PLEASE DON'T STOP PLEASE DON'T
STOP PLEASE! YES! YES! YES! UGHNN! YES! GGUHNNN! OH GOD FUCK ME! FUCK ME!
FUCK ME HARD!!!! HARDER! HARDER! KEEP GOIN'!"

"YOU LIKE GETTING FUCKED LIKE A LITTLE BITCH, HUH?!! YOU FUCKING LITTLE
WHORE! YAH! SCREAM LIKE A LITTLE GIRL! BEG FOR IT YOU FUCKIN' LITTLE PIECE
OF SHIT!

Pastor Rob smeared Ryan's own cum all over the jock boy's face as he rammed
and slammed his entire body into the jock bottom, each heavy, forceful
thrust met with Ryan's fat ass cheeks as cushion, accompanied by the jock's
desperate howling and wailing, high-pitched and wild, desperate and
pleading for more, more and more cock, muffled by the pastor's cum-covered
hands.

Struggling to breathe, gasping for air but only getting globs of his own
cum from between the pastor's thick fingers, Ryan felt teeth sink into the
back of his neck as a guttural grunt escaped the pastor. Instantly, the
whimpering jock boy felt his insides overflowing with heat, his knees
shaking inconsolably as the unending sounds of a monster cock entering a
hole became wetter and wetter, sloppier and sloppier.

...

"Threw in a few more $$$," Pastor Rob intoned to Sam as he slipped his feet
back into those suede loafers, picking up his gym bag and adjusting his
white collar while Sam counted the bills. Ryan, gasping, had collapsed on
his knees, forehead pressing against the wall and fingers gripping and
clasping uselessly yet desperately onto the bare, steamy wall, ass red and
arched in the air, his tender, broken hole fucked wide open and filled with
the pastor's cum, his blond, meaty legs still spread so wide apart. Trying
to catch his breath, unable to turn around to look at the pastor or Sam,
seething and shaking with rage, shame... and desire for more, Ryan's body
jerked violently as he felt the pastor whisper into his ear, "I expect to
see you after church this Sunday. Whore."

...

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