Date: Tue, 09 May 2017 00:59:12 +0000
From: j h <thatguyinphilly@gmail.com>
Subject: Jock Boy, part 2

It was Monday morning and John was up early. He didn't see his coach
yesterday, but would have practice today so there was no avoiding
him. Would he really have to wear the sweaty jock marked with "Jock Boy"
across the front at practice every day? He was distracted by what happened
and couldn't get it out of his head the rest of the weekend. He had jerked
off numerous times thinking of his first gay encounter and how much he
liked what coach made him do. Secretly, John was anxious for more.

He packed his bag for the day, taking care to hide the jock with his rowing
gear. He would need to change somewhere other than the locker room from now
on apparently. It was still early in the semester, but school work was
starting to pile up and John was thankful for the distraction all
day. Although his mind drifted to thoughts of his spanking and his new
role, the day went by fast. Soon, it was almost 2:30 and time for practice,
so John found a bathroom in the math building to change into his practice
clothes. Pulling the jock from his bag gave John an instant boner, which he
tucked into the sweaty and crusty jock before pulling on his rowing unisuit
over top. When he got to the van, there were a few guys already chatting
with coach and John took a seat in the second row. Coach hardly
acknowledged him. Once at the lake and pulling away from the dock, the guys
went out for a long aerobic row to work out the kinks from their race and
day off. A nice, long, and sweaty row.

The bus pulled back to campus, the boys filed out and headed to dinner, and
despite John lingering behind a little to wait for instructions, the coach
pulled away to return the van. John joined his teammates a little
disappointed that coach didn't give him any attention.

The next few days were similar- John was horny and eager for coach to pull
him aside but coach made no move towards him. John was left to wear the
jock to practice and just jerk off thinking of his first session with the
coach. And man, the jock was starting to get really ripe and John was
worried it was going to be tough to hide from his team or roomate. But on
Thursday after practice, coach called for John to come to the driver's
window of the van. "How are you doing? I can see you've been wearing your
jock. Love seeing the outline of the straps under your uni, boy. How does
it smell?"

"It stinks coach, I've worn it all week like you said." He could feel his
dick jumping right to attention finally getting to talk to coach.

"Do you like wearing it for me boy? A secret symbol that I'm in charge?"
John nodded affirmatively while also adjusting his crotch. Still clad in
the jock under his uni and sweat pants. "Bring it over to me tonight during
study hall. Don't be wearing it, just toss it in a backpack and come by as
soon as study hours start."

With that, coach started to pull away leaving the boy outside the dining
hall practically drooling. He ate dinner fast and headed back to his room
to shower and change before study hours and his mission. Was coach going to
make him perform again tonight? The boy was secretly hoping his coach had
another session planned.

When he got to the small house where the coach lived with a group of senior
boys, the door was open meaning coach was on duty. How could they play with
the door wide open? He knocked on the door and the coach told the boy to
come to the kitchen. "Let's see what you've got for me, boy." The coach was
practically whispering, not wanting the other boys to hear anything. The
jock was still damp from practice as he pulled it out for his coach. Coach
took it from the boy and took a whiff. Hmmmmmmmmmm he groaned getting a
good whiff of man scent. He then rubbed the jock all over the boy's face,
which both caused John to feel shame and lust at the same time.

Coach reached into his back pocket and pulled out another jock, one of the
others that John had taken from the gym. "Here you go. Now you can rotate
them out for me boy. I want something with your smell on it. But take a
whiff, I wore it all day to get it started for you." John inhaled the smell
from the jock and felt it damp on his face too. He also noticed that the
coach wrote Jock Boy across the front too. "See you at practice tomorrow
boy. It's going to be a tough one, make you work up a sweat in that new
jock." John was surprised he wasn't going to have to do anything sexually
and actually felt let down. When he got back to his room, his roommate was
home so John had to just try and do his own work with a raging boner all
night.

Friday's practice was brutal and when the boys lined up on Saturday morning
for their race against another very good team, they were feeling a little
exhausted. Despite a solid effort, the guys just didn't have the horsepower
and finished a few seconds behind. Coach was pissed and let the varsity
know that they could have won that race and they would need to step up
their game. He also let them know that next week was going to be a much
harder week of practice as they got into the middle of their season. He
seemed to be looking right at John while he was fuming. And even before
they got in the van, coach pulled John aside and told him to come to his
apartment once they were back on campus and that John had no say in the
matter.

John knocked on coach's door and waited for what seemed like an eternity
before he heard footsteps coming towards the door. The boys draw jopped as
coach answered the door shirtless, in tight jeans and with the waistband of
a jock barely visible. The boy followed the coach into the apartment, his
eyes glued to his coach's muscle ass. Coach pointed to a spot on the floor
in front of the couch and told the boy to stand there as he sat down on the
coach. It was the same place the boy's punishment began last week and
although the boy was nervous again, he could feel his dick straining his
jock and uni.

"How do you think your race went today boy?" Coach always called him boy
now, which felt so degrading and also hot.

"We were slow off the line and just never recovered. We didn't have the
power to come back. It felt pretty good in the boat, just a little flat."

"Did you pull hard enough?"

"Yes coach."

"If you had, we would have won. So I don't think you tried hard enough boy
and I'm disappointed. You could have won that race, you all could have won
that race. You just didn't pull through. And you're going to have to try
harder for me now." The boy just nodded, actually excited to try and make
up the loss to his coach. "Strip down to your jock, slowly boy." The boy
lowered his sweats and once down to his uni the coach grabbed his junk and
told the boy to stop. "Fuck you look hot in that uni. Maybe no rush to get
you naked. But there is a rush for you to work on this for me..." coach
said as he grabbed his package. "On your knees boy."

In his sweaty uni, John got on his knees and brought his face closer to his
coach's crotch. Coach unzipped his fly and pulled the jeans open just
enough to reveal the worn fabric of an old, grey jock. It reeked of sweat
and even piss. "Just lick that for me for a nice long while boy."

Coach sat back while John scooted forward to get his face on top of that
throbbing dick, clad in the ripe jock. Tongue extended, the boy did as he
was told and lapped hungrily at the coach's package. As he mixed his saliva
on the pouch, the taste got stronger and made the boy's mouth water. Coach
was also oozing precum, so he guided the boy's mouth to the tip of his dick
to lap it up. This made John go wild; he hadn't even touched his actual
dick and he was turning into a slut for his coach.

Coach pulled his jeans down around his ankles, and in doing so lifted his
ass up towards the boy's mouth. Their eyes locked, coach's legs in the air
and the boy's face just a few inches from his ass. "Show coach how much you
want to lick my hole."

"Please coach, I don't want to do that." The boy pleaded, he had never
thought of putting his tongue in a guy's ass before and thought it was a
gross prospect. .

Coach could reach a hand out and grab the boys throbbing junk. He gave the
boys nuts a squeeze which the boy was not ready for and let out a loud
moan. Too loud considering there were other students around.  Coach
actually took a fistful of the boy's hair and looked him in the eye.

In a gruff, deep, whispering voice he told his jock, "I don't want another
word out of you and I don't care what you want. Your tongue better start
licking my ass or else." With that he gave his boy's nuts another squeeze
and lay back to stick his ass towards John's face.

As John brought his face up to his coach's ass, he was disgusted. He
timidly stuck his tongue out and aimed it right for the coach's hole. He
mostly tasted sweat and could feel the coach's hole twitch. It only took a
minute for the boy to really get into his first rim job and he started
hungrily lapping at his coach's ass. "Hmm good boy. I knew you'd like it."
After a few minutes, liking it was an understatement. The boy had his hands
on his coach's legs and ass as he devoured the musky hole. He loved how he
made his coach moan and the fact that he was being forced to eat ass
actually made it all even hotter. His throbbing dick just kept twitching
and leaking in his tight jock.

Coach lowered his legs, trapping the boy's face between the muscly
thighs. His face was again up against the sweaty jock pouch with his
coach's raging dick trapped behind it. "Lick my balls and all over my
crotch boy. Don't touch my cock yet boy, there's time for that later." John
hungrily accepted the coach's order and buried his face in the crotch. He
worked his coach's balls, crotch for a long time while coach pulled his
head close, slapped him lightly on his cheek, and offered encouragement and
suggestions to his jock boy. After plenty of teasing, coach pulled the
pouch aside and pointed his dripping cock at the boy. He licked his lips
and knew what to do, but still coach's hand reached up and pulled the boy's
face onto his throbbing dick. The boy was learning fast and sucked coach's
cock for a nice, long time with the coach talking vulgar to his boy the
whole time.

Coach never came quickly as the boy found out, but soon the coach could
feel he was getting close to an orgasm. Time for a break for his cock, but
not for the boy. He let the boy know that time was up by pushing the boy
off his cock, causing him to fall backwards on his back. "Stay just like
that boy" Coach said as he got off the couch. The boy was still in his
sweaty uni, lying on his back on the carpeted floor. Coach rubbed his foot
on the boy's dick which had been hard for the last hour at coach's
apartment. He used his toes to squeeze the cock head, pushed on the boys
balls with his foot, and even kicked the boy a little between his legs
causing him to squeal.

"You did such a good job earlier, I wanted some more boy." Coach said as he
started to kneel down, essentially sitting on the boy's face. Although
there wasn't any way to argue, the boy was eager to lap at this coach's
ass. In this position, he could feel the coach's muscley ass grinding into
this face. The boy was helpless as the coach teased his body. Coach started
with the boys nipples, pinching them through the spandex and twisting them
around. While the boy tried to moan, the coach just pressed his ass to his
face to muzzle him. He would slap the boy's dick through the spandex and
jock. There was a big wet spot from the boy's precum, coupled with the
sweat stains and the boy was almost soaking wet. Coach pulled the boys
knees towards him, lifting his legs in the air and exposing the boy's
ass. Coach could easily reach down and spank and tease the boy's ass all
the while enjoying his rim job. He was almost fingering the boy through the
uni, feeling the boys hole through the sweaty fabric. It was causing the
boy to go wild, which just meant more action on the coach's hole.

Coach started pulling the boy's uni down off his ass, exposing the teen's
hole while still trapping his crotch. The white flesh of the boy's ass
needed to get warmed up, so the coach gave the boy more slaps on
alternating cheeks making a nice pink color. He also let his fingers roam
across the boys exposed hole. All the while, the boy was sticking his
tongue and lapping at his coach's hole, driving the coach crazy. The boy's
exposed,sweaty hole was a perfect target and coach got lost in his mind
just tracing a finger around the edge, teasing the boy like he had never
experienced before. Coach was slowly putting more pressure on his fingers,
probing the tight, virgin hole. The boy was so tight, coach could hardly
even stick his finger into the boy. He liked his fingers, tasting the boys
sweat on his fingers. Needing more lube, coach spit right on the boys hole,
rubbing the spit right on the boys twitching hole.

Coach leaned forward a little to give the boys mouth a break. The boy even
lifted his head to keep his face in the coach's ass at first before
realizing he was being given a reprieve. "I knew you'd love eating my ass
boy. You were born to get your tongue right into my hole and worshiping
your coach's ass. You love it, don't you boy?"

"Yes coach." Said the boy, realizing his jaw was almost sore from eating
ass for the last twenty minutes.

"Well, then that's not a fitting punishment for you then boy. We need to
find something you're not going to like as much to make you sorry for
losing the race today." As he said this, the coach's fingers were back
circling the boys now slicked up hole. He started poking the twitching hole
as the boy started to protest at the intrusion. "Sorry boy, time to start
training this hole for me." With that, coach pushed his thick finger into
the boy and simultaneously sat back down on the boy's face. As he opened
his mouth to scream, all he got was a mouthful of the coach's ass.

"Hmm, yeah boy. Watch that hole take my finger. You're my slut now, aren't
you boy." Coach had his index finger all the way in the boy, his hole was
so tight it felt like it was cutting the circulation off. The boy was
moaning into the coach's ass, both from the pain of the intrusion but also
the fact that coach went right for the boys prostate. The boy was writhing
beneath the coach as his master started pushing his finger in and out and
to both sides of the boy's hole, trying to open it up more. "Hmmmmmmmmm"
was all you could hear from the boy. As the coach kept probing the boy's
prostate while he wiggled around in his jock and uni, he could feel he was
getting taken over the edge. Without a hand touching his cock, the boy
started convulsing and finally shot a sticky load right into the sweaty
jock. Coach knew it was coming as the boys ring clamped down even more on
his finger as he shot his load.

Coach lifted his ass off the boy's face and pulled his finger out of the
boy's hole, letting him catch his breath. The boy still lay on the floor in
his uni while the coach got up. He was laughing at how easily this was
becoming. "So boy, you love assplay that much huh? Well that's a very good
sign!"

John's face was bright red. He felt his sticky crotch and couldn't believe
he had just cum without touching himself. "Stand up boy, take that uni off
and give it to me."

John lowered the uni to the ground and handed it to the coach. He stood in
only his jock with the noticeable cum shot spreading all over his
crotch. Coach took a whif of the uni and inhaled his boy's scent. He rubbed
his fingers on the cum spot and tasted his boy's load. Then he rubbed the
uni and cum spot right on the boy's face.

"Fuck boy, I don't even know what to do with you now. I wasn't done warming
that ass up yet. That hole is fucking tight, we need to work on that more
boy, don't we?" Out of his comfort zone once again, the boy looked down,
still clad only in his jock, and nodded his head in agreement. "Turn around
boy. Show me that ass."

The boy obliged, and even knew to put his hands up behind his head. His
back muscles in tight relief, sweat dripping on his body, the boy presented
himself as a piece of meat for coach to use. He watched the boy hold that
position for him while he reached into his own jock and started tugging on
his thick meat. Coach had let the boy work his cock for a long time early,
and it took no time until he was back to leaking precum like a faucet.

"Stick that ass out boy.. hmmm yeah that's it. Good boy. My good little
jock boy. Hmm wag that ass for me. Show coach how eager that ass is for my
dick." John couldn't imagine being able to take coach's cock, but coach was
getting ideas of how to warm the boy up and would have to get some new
training toys for next time.

"Reach back and spread those cheeks. Really pull them apart, boy... More
than that, you dumb jock, I want to see that hole. Hmm, very good boy."
Just like last time, the boy was getting into it, even letting his fingers
get closer to his tight pucker without being told. "That's right boy, why
don't you lick that finger and get it slick for your hole." The boy timidly
sucked on his finger before returning it back to his hole. "Hmm nice
boy. Work that finger around. Yeah boy, come on push it in for me. Show me
you want it."

The boy could feel how tight he was and could barely push his finger into
his ass. "Do it now boy or you'll be sorry." With coach's motivation, the
boy was able to slide his finger into his hole. It didn't feel as good as
when coach was doing it, and the boy groaned from the pain and his finger
out again. "Oh no you don't boy. Spread those cheeks, put that finger back
in your ass, and wiggle your but for coach. Be my slutty jock boy." The boy
licked his finger again and did exactly as coach ordered.

Meanwhile the coach was in heaven edging his cock while the boy put on a
hot show for him. He wanted to last a long time, but the boy was driving
him crazy and he needed a release. Although he wanted to feed the boy
another load, he just stood up behind him as the boy probed his own
ass. Coach spit on one of his digits and reached between the boys cheeks to
add another finger to the fun, while still slowly jerking his own
cock. "Hmm, feel how tight that hole is boy and how good it feels to get it
stretched." Coach whispered hoarsely into the boy's ear, taking a little
nibble and rubbing his face on the boys neck at the same time. The boy
started to whimper as coach pushed his finger into his ass and stretched
his hole. The boy's cock was rock hard again though from the hot
stimulation. "Jerk that cock for me boy. Let's make you cum again."

The boy had hardly touched his cock the whole afternoon and with coach's
blessing he reached into the sticky pouch and pulled out his leaky cock to
jerk it. The boy was in heaven as the coach probed his prostate and he got
to jerk his cock. Coach knew the boy was already on the edge and it only
took a second for the boy's sphincter to tighten up as he got close to
cuming. As the boy groaned and started to erupt a messy load all over the
floor, his ass clamped down on their fingers. Coach went wild at the site
and started to shoot his load all over the boy's ass and back. The boy
almost collapsed, but coach's thick finger was still firmly lodged in the
boy's ass as he finished squeezing the last few drops of cum on the boy's
ass. "Hmmmm, that's a good jock boy to cum for me while I tease that hole."
John couldn't believe that's exactly what just happened and he felt shame
from being such a pervert. But he also felt that the whole scene was
incredibly hot.

When he thought his ordeal was over for the day, coach scooped up his load
that covered the boy's ass and held it up to the boy's face. "Eat my cum,
jock boy."

"Please coach, don't make me do that. Come on, I just did everything you
wanted, can't that be enough" the boy whined. Coach just started to push
his fingers up against the boy's mouth and gave the boy a light slap across
his face. Right into the boy's ear, he just repeated "Eat it boy." The boy
didn't have much choice as coach pushed his cummy fingers into his mouth
and he started licking them off. "Good boy, you'll learn to love the taste
of coach's cum. Hell, you'll learn to love the taste of your own cum. Get
down and lick your load off the floor boy." Coach gave the boy's ass a hard
swat to let him know he meant business.

Coach flopped down on the couch and watched as the boy got on his knees and
timidly licked at some of the cum pooled on the floor. He still hadn't
taken off his jock and was showing his hole off to the coach while he ate
his own cum. He really was turning into a hot jock boy for the coach. Once
he had licked up the pools of cum, the boy, still on his knees, looked up
at his coach with a look of both shame and lust. Coach was dripping in
sweat, still wearing his jock and looking lustfully at his jock boy. He
reached over and grabbed another jockstrap. It was the first one John wore,
the one he gave back to coach midweek. He tossed it to the boy and told him
to switch jocks. John stood up and stripped off the jock, which was wet
with sweat and cum and handed it to the coach. He pulled the first jock up
over his legs and tucked his dick into the pouch. Coach took a nice whiff
of the wet jock while the boy watched. "I'll hold onto this one for a few
days boy. We'll switch mid-week again. In the meantime, keep wearing your
jocks to practice. Next week's practices will be brutal boy. Can't wait to
smell how ripe you can get that. Now go back to your dorm and take a good
shower boy. You've got my cum dried all over your back!"

The boy stepped into his uni and pulled it up, all the while staring at his
coach. His dick was rock hard again as coach led him to the door. Coach
gave the boy's ass a rough squeeze and then a hard smack as he walked out.