Date: Thu, 7 May 2015 13:59:31 -0400
From: jasper adams <proseinourdreams@googlemail.com>
Subject: straight jock boy chronicles

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<Straight Jock Boy Chronicles>


<previously>


"(Sam...)"


"School starts tomorrow. You're on your own."


"SAM!"


"You deal with Coach yourself. I didn't train a nasty slut. You're on your
own."


"(SAM!)"


<now>


Ryan's stomach turned.


The 19-year-old jock finally stepped into Coach's office after the first
preseason practice, sweaty and exhausted. His body ached, filled with
soreness and tension, apprehension, and anxiety. With Coach inexplicably
absent that first day, the new assistant coach had pushed everyone's
physical limits to the maximum out on the field that afternoon, and Ryan
was anxious that he was called out to do more laps even though others
fucked up just as much as he did.


Ryan ran as fast as he could, knowing for certain that it was Coach's
doing, making him stay late like he did so many times during his freshman
year. As the teenage jock concluded his final lap, his cock throbbed,
harder and harder. His empty hole... quivered in uncontrollable excitement
and dread as he returned to an empty locker room. Ryan kicked off his
smelly sneakers and socks, peeled off his sweat-soaked t-shirt and shorts,
feeling the hot locker room air -- musky, pungent and smelling of feet,
sweat and ass with a tinge of piss and cum -- hit his near-naked body. Ryan
adjusted his 8-inch, rock-hard cock indecently clad by a useless white
jockstrap, flipped his wet baseball cap backwards like he knew Coach would
want -- his heart pounding, his fingers and toes trembling, his cock nearly
leaking, and his hole... begging, gaping and desperate, ready for the abuse
he knew he'd have to endure with his Coach.


"OH FUCK!! SHIT!! GET THE FUCK OUT!!"


Ryan could not believe it. His puppy-dog excitement and nervous expectancy
suddenly squashed.


Derek was bent over Coach's desk, facing the door, cursing at the sight of
an unwanted, unwelcomed third party. The look of horror, shock and instant
shame froze across the fifth-year senior's grimacing face as Ryan barged
in. The 6'9 basketball player -- dark-haired and hard-bodied -- was naked
and holding on to the edge of Coach's desk for dear life, choking down low
groans and deep grunts as Coach -- fully dressed in his typical polo shirt
and long pants -- fucked him. Slow and deep. In and out. So slow and
deliberate was Coach's fucking that Ryan could hear every millimeter of
Coach's cock penetrating Derek's unmistakably tight ass. Derek winced in
pain every time Coach bottomed out, grunting and gritting his teeth, his
eyes burning with rage and shame as he stared down Ryan, whose rosy cheeks
instantly turned white as a ghost.


Ryan froze. He couldn't move. His stomach boiled with pangs of jealousy as
he watched the older athlete`s lean, hard body get violated by
Coach. Derek, though not particularly handsome or cute in the stereotypical
way, possessed a rough, military, bad-boy quality about him that many girls
found hot in college.


A half grin appeared on Coach's face as he felt Derek's no-longer virgin
hole grip tighter around his cock, staring Ryan down as he fucked his new
bottom jock.


"(STOP! STOP! STOP!!!)" Derek groaned in protest, struggling to pull away
from his compromising and painful position as Coach pushed him down on the
desk picked up the pace. Derek's buried his head in his large hands as he
felt Coach, relentless, continue fucking while Ryan - standing there in
just his jockstrap and baseball cap - watched, stunned. Derek's tight,
muscled body - lean and long - hairy in all the right places, glistened
with sweat. His cock was soft. "(JESUS! FUCK! FUCK! COACH! SLOW! SLOW!!!
FUCK! STOP! FUCK!)... GET... GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE FORD! FUCKIN' FAG!
PERVERT! SHIT! FUCK!!"


With that desperate grunt and moan from an enraged Derek, Ryan snapped to
and rushed out of Coach's office, shutting the door behind him tightly. He
knew what would happen next; standing against the door, Ryan could hear
Coach's balls slapping against Derek's tightly muscled ass and thighs,
hearing Derek's deep, resonant grunts escalate in volume as Coach slammed
his full body inside the older athlete.


"(DON'T CUM IN ME... UGHN! COACH... DON'T U FUCKIN' DARE CUM IN
ME... UGHNN! UGHNN! FUCKK! FUCK! FUCK!)"


Ryan heard the familiar, animalistic roar from the other side of the
door. He knew immediately... Coach dumped his load inside Derek.


"(You fucking sick twisted man... fucking wacked out, Coach... HE SAW
US!!!!!!!!)" Ryan could hear Derek panting and peeling his sweaty body from
Coach's desk. The younger jock knew the feeling well - Derek's ass cheeks
were undoubtedly red from Coach's rough slaps and spanks, his thighs
trembling from being spread so wide, his hole... fucked open, wet and
hot. "(We done here??! You said just this once... are you gonna shut him
up?!)"


...


"I'M, I'M, I'M... I'M GONNA CUM! UGHN! GUHN! UGHN! FUCK!! FUCK!!!!!" Ryan
gasped, panted, groaned, screamed. "HARDER! HARDER! HARDER! FUCK ME! FUCK
ME! FUCK ME!!!!!!"


It was four in the morning. Ryan was trashed. He didn't care. His gym
clothes were ripped from his body hours ago, even his trademarked white
jock strap.


...


Ryan had run from the gym after practice, after barging into Coach's
office, after witnessing... No. Ryan just ran. Blindly. Filled with rage,
screaming as he ran off campus. He kicked over a trash can, punched a wall,
knocked over bikes. He ended up at his bar, completely soaked with sweat,
his white tank top nearly see-through, his shorts clinging damply to his
perfect bubble ass, his baseball cap pulled low over his eyes, his adorable
face wet and flushed red. His body burned with rage, jealousy, and confused
hysteria.


Ryan didn't care. The bar was pretty empty. He gave the bartender a look,
one filled with desperation, as he reached over the counter and grabbed a
full bottle of bourbon. The bartender let Ryan by, sensing some serious
shit went down, as the popular jock boy took his bottle to the bathroom to
drink alone.


...


Ryan was trashed. He couldn't remember who first came into the bathroom
with him. The blond jock was slumped on the ground by the sink, the bottle
half empty.


The man must have said something, or maybe not, before Ryan threw his head
back, clenching the bottle tightly, as he felt a stranger remove his dirty
sneakers and socks. He felt the man's large hands massaging his smelly
feet. He must have groaned. Or moaned, as the hands were soon joined by a
hot tongue, mouth.


Ryan tasted sweet, musky, boyish, sexily stinky. The man couldn't believe
it. He'd waited at the bar all summer, ever since rumors of a straight jock
boy - one who puts out - surfaced months ago. Here's the golden boy in
front of him, his body radiating heat and sex, his worked out body smelling
of ripe boyish manhood. His bare feet tasted rank and sexy all at the same
time... just imagine how his ass tastes. The jock boy was begging for it.


"(Fuck me...)" Ryan took a large swig of the bourbon and whispered, his
voice breaking. His eyes still closed as a stranger savored the straight
jock's stinky feet. "(Fuck me... Just fuck me...!)"


Ryan felt the eager stranger roughly peeling off his sweaty clothes. His
eyes still shut tightly, Ryan took another big swig as he felt the
bathroom's sticky, hot air on his bare skin and the warm bathroom tiles
against his bare ass. He was completely naked.


The man inhaled Ryan's jock scent as he removed every article of
clothing. Before him, a naked, blond jock boy, his body tight, chiseled,
smooth. Ryan finally put down the bottle and turned around and got on all
fours, exposing his ass to the man behind him, arching his back. After a
pregnant pause, swallowing all his fears and regrets and inhibitions, with
his voice shaking and quivering, Ryan pleaded, "Fuck me."


...


"FUCK! FUCK! I'M! I'M! I'M! GONNA! FUCK! FUCK!! CUM! CUM! SHIT! FUCK!
HARDER! YES! YES!!!!!!"


Ryan's knees ached, his legs and arms shaking from being fucked doggy style
for hours. He refused to turn around, to get fucked missionary. He begged
all the men, one after another, to wrap their arms around his neck, to
choke him, to spank him, to fuck him, as hard as they wanted, as fast and
as deep as they wanted.


Ryan thought he was going to black out. He'd cum three times already, in
the same doggy position. He felt the tiny bathroom fill up with bodies, one
after another, as he faced the wall and got fucked like a cheap cum
dump. He wanted to black out, but the men kept stimulating him, his ass,
his prostate, his nipples, edging his cock. Ryan's voice was hoarse and
dry. But he didn't care. He wanted to keep cumming from getting fucked. He
wasn't done.


...


The first man who found him in the bathroom, the lucky bastard who
undressed him and entered him first, was too eager, too excited. Jabbing in
and out of Ryan's perfect, voracious boy cunt like a jackrabbit with his
tiny cock, the poor guy had no chance... he shot his load within seconds of
getting inside Ryan's smooth, sucking, hot hole.


Ryan, for a brief second, thought about escaping the inevitable situation
he'd created for himself. He'd heard voices, other men enter the bathroom
as the first guy prematurely shot his load. He had a split moment to pull
himself together, push the pathetic excuse of a top off of his own perfect
body, get dressed and get the fuck out of there.


With fresh cum dripping out of his nowhere-near satiated hole... Ryan
struggled out from under the spent top, gulped deeply as he got on all
fours again, spreading his beefy, athletic legs wider apart, exposing his
cummy hole to the others in the bathroom.


Ryan gathered all his courage and stymied his shame; he begged: "Fuck me!"


...


"FUCK! FUCK! I'M! I'M! I'M! GONNA! FUCK! FUCK!! CUM! CUM! SHIT! FUCK!
HARDER! YES! YES!!!!!!"


Four loads in, the 5th guy finally fucked Ryan the way he wanted. Long,
deep, hard, rough, merciless. He was the first who didn't put Ryan's body
on a pedestal, who just saw the boy as a hole (a hot hole, nonetheless), a
boy begging to be used as such.


Ryan's hole was still tight-ish... definitely wet and overflowing, but this
man sensed something more perverse in the boy, who's hole immediately
inhaled its fifth cock of the night with frenzied desperation and skill.


"Bitch boy wants it rough, huh?" The man had seen the pathetic guys before
him, with their small cocks and tentative and worshipping ways of fucking
their prized golden jock. No. This boy needed more. "Bitch boy wants all of
daddy's cock, huh?"


"Ughn... ughnn... please... yes... ughnn.. ughnn... UGHNN!!!!!" Ryan had
goosebumps as this man bottomed out. He had a huge, fat cock. Even better,
he felt the man wrap his arms around his neck as the massive cock probed
deeper and deeper inside. Ryan's eyes finally rolled to the back of his
head for the first time that night. "OH GOD YES!"


Other men watched, took mental notes, or maybe even filmed it on their
phones, as this man brutally fucked Ryan in front of everyone, squeezing
the jock's hard pecs, sensitive tits, biting, spanking. He showed the men
that the jock boy is not some fragile, perfection with an ass. The boy
won't break easily.


"FUCK! FUCK! I'M! I'M! I'M! GONNA! FUCK! FUCK!! CUM! CUM! SHIT! FUCK!
HARDER! YES! YES!!!!!!"


Ryan was delirious. The man was pounding in and out so hard, so deep, so
fast, so mercilessly. Pulling on his hair, spitting on him, spanking his
plump ass, calling him names, faggot, bitch boy, cunt, pussy,
whore... There was that instant when he felt the unrelenting man's arms
tighten around his neck, when he felt the large cock inside him stiffen and
engorge even bigger, when he felt the animal of a man groan into his neck,
feeling the stranger's beard and hot breath grunt and groan - all Ryan
could do was hold on for desperate life, white knuckling his grip on the
towel bar, as he came for the first time that night, hands free.


"UGHN! UGHNN OH GOD OH GOD! UGHNN! UGHNN!!!!!! UGHNNN!! FUCK! FUCK!
UGHNNNNN!!!!" Ryan, on his knees with his neck choked and head pulled back
into the bear of a man fucking him, sprayed streams of jock cum against the
tiled wall. The room instantly filled with the smell of fresh, sweet boy
cum. Almost instantaneously, after the first stream of cum splattered
against the tiles, the man fucking the bottom jock boy felt Ryan's insides
tighten and quiver - that was too much. He was holding it in this entire
time, wanting to fuck Ryan into oblivion and savor the once-in-a-lifetime
ass this boy possessed. No. That moment when Ryan's body trembled, buckled
and orgasmed, was too much. He choked Ryan tighter, and with one last slam,
deep, the man fed Ryan's his first satisfactory load of the night,
eliciting elated whimpers and squeals from the jock bottom . Fifth load,
counting the sad attempts before.


...


Ryan felt the man pull out... the sounds of a giant cock pulling out of his
own hole still disgusted him. For a flash of a moment, he wanted to get out
of there again, but the emptiness he felt as soon a the mushroom cock head
popped out of his wet hole... Ryan couldn't.


There were some flashes of light around him. Voices. Ryan blocked it all
out, whatever they were talking about, whatever photos they were taking,
clips they were filming. No. Even the fifth fuck wasn't enough.


Ryan, still facing the wall, got back on all fours. He grunted; people took
note of this perfect jock's desperation: "Fuck me! FUCK! ME!"


Others took the cue from the last
guy. Rough. Merciless. Humiliating. Degrading. Use the boy.


...


Ryan finally woke up. It was 2PM. He'd lost count of how many men he'd
begged to fuck him. He barely remembered the fifth time he shot his
load... his crazed desperation to orgasm just one more time, how he
shrieked at the man fucking him, pleaded for deeper and more, harder, to
hurt him, bite him, strike him. Ryan barely remembered... but he'd manage
to cum for a fifth time, all the while feeling the pain and pleasure
inflicted on his sore and tender body.


He was naked on the dirty bathroom floor. His socks were missing, his jock
was missing, his tank was missing...


...


"Fucking pussy again, huh, Ford?" The assistant drill sergeant/coach
snickered as Ryan rushed in, sweaty and panting. The military academy's new
recruit - a blond, 19-year-old star athlete from the South - had
transferred in a few months ago. The rugby team was already on the field.


"Sorry, sir," Ryan muttered in his Southern accent and flashed the
assistant coach an adorable, crime-absolving smile. In seconds, Ryan was
out of his clothes, bending over ass-naked in his dirty little jockstrap,
his hairless hole puckering in the smelly locker room air, looking for his
socks and pants.


...


It had been 4 months since that night. THAT night. Ryan limped home the
next day in nothing but his gym shorts - his sneakers, socks, everything
was taken, kept as souvenirs by hungry predators. The sight of him,
barefoot, covered in... god knows what, must have frightened his landlord,
who let the sexy, ripe, half-naked jock back into his apartment.


Ryan collapsed on his bed... just laid there for hours, feeling every ache
and pain, feeling his loaded hole, his tortured nips, bites on his neck and
shoulders, bruises on his knees, his thoroughly-fucked boy cunt. Ryan tried
to recall how it all happened, but couldn't really. He wanted it... all of
it. He loved it. He came so hard, time after time, from all of it. The
attention, the degradation, the submission, humiliation. The smells, the
nasty things the men were saying to him, doing to him... using him.


"Oh god..." Ryan was hard. His right hand had found its way down to his
hole. So wet... so open, so... empty. His middle finger felt the swollen
lips of his boy hole, throbbing hot, greasy wet.


One finger. Two fingers. Three. The fourth slipped in. Ryan's eyes rolled
to the back of his head. Just this once more. Just one more orgasm from
anal stimulation. Just one more. Ryan's other hand found his swollen and
puffy nipples.


"(Fuck me... fuck me... fuck me... fuck me...)," Ryan grunted, pleaded and
begged out loud, raising his legs up as he pummeled his loose cunt with all
four fingers. Squeezing his tits hard, flicking them, Ryan felt feverish as
a new coat of sweat covered his perfect body. His long toes curled and
flexed in the air as the hungry jock attempted to go deeper and deeper,
feeling the wetness, the hotness and the silkiness of his hole engulf his
own fingers.


"OH GOD! UGHN!! UGHNNNNN!!!"


Three minutes later, Ryan's landlord heard an animalistic cry from the
upstairs studio apartment.


...


"Don't worry, Ford; Lt. Caslen wants to see you right away," the assistant
drill sergeant - though tough - had immediately taken a liking to Ryan, as
did everyone else at the military academy.


"The superintendent?" Ryan froze; a familiar feeling arose from the pit of
his stomach. The blond cadet felt a heat boiling from inside him, a dark,
insatiable urge he thought he'd left behind. His long toes dug into the
locker room floor.


"Yes, newbie. Right away. In his office."