Date: Tue, 15 May 2001 18:17:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Warren Greene <jockeys_boy@yahoo.com>
Subject: used-by-jock

For starters my name is Chris.  After completing high school in a
non-descript midwestern farming town, I reluctantly went to college at
Eastern State University.  I didn't have any real interest in college, but
enough people convinced me to give it a try.

My freshman year I lived in a dorm wing with lots of guys who I didn't get
to know very well.  Immediately my eye was drawn to a football player down
the hall who was without a doubt the sexiest guy I had ever laid eyes on.
He was solidly built, but not too bulky and his blue eyes were so
commanding that I felt my legs get week every time he was near.  His name
was Ryan, and he had made so many friends that we never had occasion to
talk.  We were in one class together (European History) but even that had
never caused us to exchange any words.

One sunny October afternoon I decided to go shopping.  I needed some
toothpaste and shampoo, and (much to my distress) I had also discovered
that I hadn't brought enough pairs of underwear to school with me.  Now
that I was doing laundry on a very infrequent basis, I had to get some
more.

I rode my bike to the nearest K-mart and purchased the necessary items.  I
had always worn briefs, and now that I was on a student budget I had no
other alternative but to get the cheapest clothes available-in this case,
white Hanes briefs.

After peddling back to the dorm, I was walking inside when I happened to
see Ryan and his roommate (Jack) approaching.  To my utter astonishment,
Ryan slowed down to ask me something.

"Hey, do you understand the whole feudal economy thing we've been doing in
class lately?  Because I'm having some problems with it."

I was almost too excited to talk.  "Yeah, I think I've got it."  I managed
to stammer.

"Oh, wow.  Because maybe you could explain it to me tonight, it would be a
big help.  I'll be around later, OK?"

"Yeah," I gasped, "I'll make sure to find you later on."

With that, Ryan went along his way and I stumbled up the stairs amazed that
the guy of my dreams (including many wet ones) was actually seeking out my
help with something.  When I got back to my room and started to put my
stuff away, I realized with extreme embarrassment that the flimsy bag from
the K-mart was so thin that you could see my new underwear through the
plastic.  The whole time I had been talking to Ryan, the words "6 men's
briefs" were showing through the bag for anyone to see.

I slowly turned red.  "Oh well," I thought, "I'm not going to let anything
ruin a potential friendship with Ryan.  Plus, I'm sure he doesn't go around
looking at the items in other people's shopping bags."  And with that, I
read up on feudalism in order to be of the most possible help to Ryan.

***

Much to my roommate's annoyance, I made sure to keep the door to our room
open all evening to check for Ryan's return.

At 8:00 he walked down the hall and into his room.  Not wanting to be too
obvious, I forced myself to wait about 5 minutes, before going to his room
and knocking.

"Yeah, come in," I heard his deep voice call out.

I opened the door slowly, "Hey, Ryan, you wanna discuss feudalism?" I
asked.

"Sure Chris, come on in," he said in his confident, relaxed voice.  We
exchanged some vague comments on the history class, and then Ryan said,
"Hey, I don't know about you, but I always study better with some
refreshments," and he opened his dorm-room refrigerator to reveal a hardy
supply of beer.

"We've also got whiskey and rum if you're interested."

Not wanting to be impolite (but not being much of a beer fan either) I
opted for some whiskey.

We started off talking about various topics from European History, but as
the evening wore on (with Ryan constantly refilling my glass) I got drunker
and drunker and we gradually started talking about many different
subjects-from music to football to movies.  It was unbelievable-I was
actually having a conversation with the hottest guy in the school, like we
were good friends.

By 10:30 I was so drunk that I was sweating and I started repeatedly wiping
the sweat off my face.  I doubt Ryan knew this about me, but I become
pretty obedient when I'm drunk.  So when he suggested I might be cooler if
I took my shirt off, I did so without hesitation.

Ryan chuckled at my slim build and hairless chest, and gave me an ominous
grin.

"I think there's something else you wanted to help me with tonight?"  He
asked.

Even though I was having the time of my life, I had no idea that he was
about to say what he did.

"Whaddya mean?" I asked.

Ryan grabbed his crotch.  "You want to wrap your lips around my cock, don't
you?"

I was completely astounded.  I didn't know what to say.  Despite my
willingness to blow him, I still hesitated.

"Um, no, that's not really my scene," I mumbled towards the floor.  I was
incredibly embarrassed, but I also hoped he wouldn't let it go at this.

"Oh, come on.  I know all about you, and I know you want to swing on my
cock, and I'm without a girlfriend at the moment, so just come on."  He
then unzipped the fly of his jeans and pulled his semi-hard cock out to
show me.

"Don't be afraid, just come here," he said gently.  With this bit of
encouragement I dropped to the floor and slowly made my way to his crotch
on my knees.  I took a deep breath and looked up at him.  The placid blue
of his eyes seemed to be fiery now, ready to use me for his pleasure.

"Go on," he said.  And with that, I wrapped my lips around his rod and
began to caress it with my tongue.

"That's it, nice and slow," he moaned as I slid my mouth up and down his
tool.  He quickly became rock hard, and I struggled to get his entire 8
inches down my throat.  I had given head a few times, but never to someone
as commanding and powerful as Ryan.  Soon my nose was buried in his public
hair as I sucked hungrily on his tube steak.  After a few minutes, Ryan
pulled his dick out of my mouth.

"OK," he said abruptly, "lets get a little more comfortable.  Take off your
pants-now!"

With the whiskey in full effect, I didn't hesitate as I quickly ditched my
shoes and pants.  I now knelt before him in my socks, with my hard cock
pitching a tent in my Jockey shorts.

"Well, I'm glad to see you're enjoying yourself," sneered Ryan, as he
pushed his jeans and boxers to his ankles.  It seemed that seeing me
completely helpless at his feet got him excited, and he started to be more
commanding.

He grabbed my hair and shoved his dick back into my mouth, as I stared in
his eyes seeking for signs of approval.  He smirked at me, eventually
saying "that's right bitch, it's time to get to work."

So I got to work with all the drunken energy I could find.  I lubed the
length of his shaft with my spit and worked my tongue up and down his man
tool.  He persisted in shoving his dick down my throat and working it back
and forth quickly.  My eyes began to water and I did everything in my power
to keep from choking on his thick glistening cockhead.  Suddenly he slapped
me in the face, and ordered me to suck his balls.

I worked my mouth around his slightly-hairy ballsack and sucked them one at
a time.  Then he straightened my head again, by pulling on my hair, and
lightly teased my lips with his cockhead.

Ryan stepped back a moment to observe me-sweaty, waiting to service him
further, with an obvious tent in my underwear.

"Hey bitch, your job is to stay right here, on your knees, with your hands
behind your head until I return."

Without waiting for a response from me, he pulled up his pants and left the
room.  A few minutes later the door opened, and following Ryan into the
room was his roommate Jack.  Jack was a beefy jock who was on the football
team with Ryan.  Overall, I never really thought of Jack as attractive-he
had a thick neck and a crewcut and his face showed a fair bit of teenage
acne.  I suppose he wasn't that bad, but he definitely paled in comparison
to Ryan.

Ryan was talking to Jack when the entered, "See, I'm serious.  I was right
on target, he's a cock-smoking faggot."

Jack looked at me (still on my knees) with his mouth hanging open.

"No fucking way," he gasped, breaking into a smile, "what will he do for
you?"

"Anything," said Ryan, "watch."

Ryan walked up to me and pulled out his dick.  "Make me hard," he said, and
without a word I started to caress his cock with my tongue, quickly
bringing it back to attention.

"Have a seat," Ryan said to Jack, "the show's only going to get better."
Then, turning his attention to me, he ordered me to tell him why I wanted
to suck his cock.  I wasn't sure just what to say, so I stammered, "because
it's so big."

"Yeah," he sneered, "go on."

"It's big and I need to service it," I groveled, staring into his eyes,
"I'm just hungry for cock, and you're the perfect master."

"Are you a dirty faggot," he asked me.

"Yes," I mumbled, staring at the floor.

"Say it. Tell me and Jack what you are."

I took a deep breath, "I'm a dirty faggot, and I need to suck on your
dick," I said to the two of them.  When I glanced at Jack, he was sitting
on his bed, still not quite believing what he saw.

"Dude," Jack said to Ryan, "he has no shame."

"Yeah, I knew that he was dreaming about taking a ride on my rod," said
Ryan.  Then he shoved his pole into my mouth and without warning started to
fuck my face-hard.  Holding my head in place, he quickly pushed his dick
down my throat, and barked commands at me "Suck harder" "Blow me faggot"
"You better thank me when I'm done"

After a few minutes of this, he withdrew his cock from my hungry mouth.

"Look at me, pussyboy!" he shouted at me.

I looked at his beautiful face, with my mouth open, waiting to do whatever
he said.  Ryan took his cock (slippery and wet with my spit) and started to
hit me in the face with it.  I could hear Jack laughing in the background.
Ryan held his shaft at the base and hit me repeatedly in the cheeks, the
forehead, and my nose.  He took his cockhead and lightly traced the outline
of my lips, pulling away when I tried to put my mouth around his dick.

"Hey, little fag-boy, don't suck my cock unless I give you permission!" he
said, continuing to slap me with his wet rod.

I could see out of the corner of my eye that Jack was doubled over on the
bed, laughing, with tears running down his face.

"Fucking shit, man," he said to Ryan.  "This guy is so fucking low I can't
believe it.  You're beating him up with your dick.  I've never seen a chick
that would stoop so low for her man."

"Yeah," answered Ryan, "but he's just a slave to cock.  He doesn't know any
better.  All his little fag-brain can think about it playing with real
men's tools."

My face began to burn, but I knew that what Ryan was saying was completely
true.  I had never had a boyfriend who treated me like this, but I had
never felt more horny than I did at this moment.

When Ryan was done slapping me with his cock, he went to work with renewed
energy, fucking my mouth, and pushing me down on his dick until my nose was
buried in his pubic hair.  I guess the whole sequence of events had gotten
Ryan pretty horny because I could tell he was close to coming.  After a few
minutes of fucking my mouth, he finally began to tense up and in a few
seconds I could feel his jism pumping into my mouth.  I eagerly swallowed
each spurt, but the onslaught of creamy liquid was so fast and so big that
a small trail of cum leaked out the side of my mouth.

Ryan pulled is rod out of my mouth and laughed as I looked up at him,
silently wishing for more.

"You've got cum on your face!" he said and started laughing.  I turned red,
knowing I looked like a slut, but not wanting to wipe off my face without
permission from my new master.

Ryan turned to his roommate and asked him, "Do you want to take the little
slut on a test drive?"  Needless to say they did not consider my opinion in
this matter, but I was desperate to suck more cock, so I hoped Jack would
say yes.

"Well, he's a filthy little cocksucker, but I guess I could go for a good
blow," sneered Jack as he got up from his bed.

I had never felt any attraction to Jack, but now in my drunken horny daze I
couldn't wait to suck on the present he had in his pants.

Jack walked over to me, and stared down at me with a nasty look on his
face.

"Do you know how lucky you are that I'm about to let you play with my
dick?" he asked.

"Yes sir," I said.

"Well, tell me.  Grovel, you sorry sack of shit!"

"Yes sir.  I am such a low-down worthless faggot that I don't deserve your
manly cock.  But if you wish to use my mouth to get off, then I promise I
will do my best to make you happy.  I want to service your dick more than
anything else in the world."  I was panting and pleading, half-scared that
I wouldn't get to suck his cock.

"Well, let's see what you've got," Jack said, hawking up a wad of phlegm
and spitting on my face.

"You're gonna suck my cock, but you can't use your hands."

Dutifully, I tugged at the drawstring of his sweatpants and lowered them
with my teeth.  Then I pulled down his boxers in the same manner.  Of
course there was no way to do this without getting hit in the face my
Jack's boner, which caused laughing from Ryan in the background.

I felt Jack's spit running down my cheek while Ryan's cum began to dry on
my chin.  Then I got my first look at Jack's cock and I couldn't believe
its size.  Ryan had a beautiful, good-sized cock, but Jack's was just plain
enormous.  Ten full inches long and the absolute thickest schlong I had
ever seen, I let out an audible gasp.

"Ha!  I guess you've never seen such a big dick before," Jack whispered in
my ear, "well, this is what real men's cocks look like.  Not little-boy
dicks like yours."

Jack stood up and yelled at me "Well, you know what to do-get to work dirty
fag!"

I slowly worked my mouth around the enormous log that was staring me in the
face.  It was so thick that I strained to get my mouth around it.  After a
few minutes of gently working the cock with my tongue, Jack obviously got
impatient and pulled my head down on his rod.  For the next several minutes
I thought I was actually going to suffocate on the big dick in my mouth.  I
eventually relaxed my throat enough to get the entire thing down.  My jaw
ached so much that I began to wish I would suffocate so I wouldn't have to
feel the pain any more.

"How do you like your new dick, faggot?" Ryan asked from behind Jack.  I
didn't bother to try and answer since Jack wouldn't let me off of his cock.

"Answer me faggot!" Ryan yelled, obviously getting angry with me.  I tried
my best to say I loved it, but my answer was just a series of grunts and
moans as I continued to suck on his tool.

"I can't hear you, your mouth is full of cock, you miserable faggot!"

This seemed to strike Jack and Ryan as very funny, and they both laughed
loudly as I felt my cheeks turn red.  Jack then took his dick out of my
throat and instructed me to look him in the eye.

"Do you realize that you have no shame?" he asked me.

"Yes."

"And are you willing to let me use your faggot mouth however I like?"

"Yes," I said, staring into his eyes.

"Good," said Jack, "when I cum I want you to take my jiz in your mouth, but
don't swallow it until I give you permission."

With those simple instructions, Jack went back to work, plunging his long,
thick cock in and out of my throat.  My jaw was in so much pain I thought I
would pass out.  Jack and I were covered in sweat from the intense workout,
and out sweat mingled and ran down my face and neck.  He was so forceful in
his thrusts that my nose began to hurt after repeatedly hitting his pubic
bone when he forced my mouth down onto his rod.

After several minutes (and some encouraging words from Ryan in the
background) Jack finally pumped a load into my mouth.  Following his
instructions I didn't swallow, and kept my mouth open so he could inspect
the pool of milky juice he had dumped in my mouth.  Jack and Ryan both
stood in front of me looking intently at the jism that filled my mouth.

"Do you want to swallow my cum?" asked Jack.

I vigorously nodded my head.

"OK, be a good little fag and drink it down."

Obediently I swallowed the delicious salty liquid that had just been
dispensed into my mouth from the biggest cock I had ever wrapped my lips
around.

"Well, you're a pretty good cocksucker," said Ryan, "and it looks like you
enjoy doing it."  With that he pointed at my crotch.  I hadn't even
realized it, but I apparently came myself sometime during the workout,
because the pouch of my tighty-whities was soaked with my own cum.

"You know, it's always good to see a slutty fag who really enjoys his
work," said Jack, and the two football players laughed at me while I looked
down at the floor in extreme shame.

"That's it for now," said Ryan and he tossed me my t-shirt and told me to
leave.  He shoved me out into the hallway wearing only my briefs, socks,
and t-shirt.  Luckily no one was in the hall, but I quickly realized that I
couldn't let my roommate see me with cum on my face and soaking my
underpants.

I darted to the bathroom and quickly got into a hot shower to wash the
dried jiz off my face and hopefully make me look less flustered.  When I
got out of the shower I found a nasty dirty towel that someone had dropped
behind the bench and wrapped it around my waist.  After wadding my clothes
into a ball, I walked back to my room and went inside.  My roommate was
obviously confused as to why I had left over 3 hours ago and just come back
after having taken a shower.  But he didn't ask any questions and I quickly
put on a new pair of underwear and slipped into bed where I dreamed about
sucking meaty cocks all night long.