Date: Sun, 16 Jun 2002 21:30:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Warren Greene <jockeys_boy@yahoo.com>
Subject: used-by-jock-4

It didn't take any time for the football players to take me on as their
team slut.  I reported to the locker room every day and waited for their
practice to end - that's when the fun would start.

The routine was established early on-guys would come into the bathroom and
piss on me until the coaches left, and then I was allowed into the locker
room.  Eric (the senior linebacker who had called dibs on me the first
time) was the always the first one to get me - he'd wash out my mouth with
soap and then fuck my ass.

Then I'd be passed around among whichever of the jocks wanted me that day.
I sucked a lot of cock and some of the guys immensely enjoyed fucking me
while their teammates looked on.  Some of the team members never expressed
any interest in me, but others were "frequent customers" and I got to know
their turn-ons, favorite positions, and (of course) the intimate feel of
their cocks-it got to the point where I could tell who was using me without
opening my eyes.

Zak was a defense player from California who liked to lay me on my back on
a bench and stand over me, making me deep throat his thick meaty schlong.
Sometimes he would cum on my face, other times he would make me swallow his
load and thank him for the privilege.  He hardly ever said anything while
he was fucking my throat, he just closed his eyes, went to work, and wiped
his cock in my face when he was done.

Cory was the kicker, a beautiful blond haired kid from a farm somewhere in
the Midwest.  He was only interested in my ass, and he fucked it several
times a week.  He must have had me in every different position over the
course of the season.  Sometimes he would lie me on my back and make my
hold my ankles while he would work my ass.  Other times he would shove me
against a locker and go to town, slamming my body into the metal door.
Unlike Zak, Cory was very talkative.  He'd tell me to beg for his dick and
while he was doing me, he would tell me what a sick faggot I was and how
disgusting I was.  He would make me tell him how much I wanted his cock
inside me and how I couldn't help being such a fag because I just didn't
know any better.

Ryan and Jack (the guys who got me into all of this) rarely used me in the
locker room, since they lived down the hall from me and I was at their call
virtually 24-7.

In fact, Ryan and Jack started making me do things in the dorm just to
assert their power over me.  They put me in charge of doing their laundry
and occasionally made me clean their room.  It was obvious that I was
becoming their personal slut, and I think other people caught on.  Anyone
who saw me on a regular basis and knew the way I dressed could tell that I
was someone's laundry-boy when they saw me in the laundry room carefully
folding the athletic workout clothes, sweatshirts, and colorful boxers, all
noticeably too big for me.

In addition to my housekeeping chores, the two jocks would leave me notes
every once and a while commanding me to do some embarrassing thing.  One
morning I had to spend 30 minutes in the bathroom wearing just a jockstrap
(and I wasn't allowed to hide in the stalls).  I brushed my teeth, shaved,
washed my face, and pretended to wait for a shower - I tried to act like
everything was normal, but I was definitely getting some weird stares,
walking around in a jockstrap at 8:00 in the morning.

Another time I had to put on the skimpy soccer shorts that were part of my
"uniform" and sit on the lawn in front of the dorm all afternoon.  I
couldn't understand how this was really humiliating, until Jack came by to
deliver the final instructions - I had to wear a cock ring the whole time.
So, I sat for several hours in the sun with a raging hard-on, allowing
anyone who walked by a clear look up my shorts at my cock straining against
my tighty whities.

This kind of thing entertained Ryan and Jack to no end.  Jack noticed that
my roommate was starting to get suspicious, so he decided to have some fun
with that.  Ryan took my roommate (whose name is Scott, by the way) to a
party on a Thursday night.  Before they left to come back to the dorm, Ryan
called Jack and told him to get in place for the big surprise.  When Scott
walked in the room, I was kneeling on the floor, buck-naked, sucking on
Jack's dick like my life depended on it.

"Oh god," I heard Scott gasp as he turned to leave.

"No, man, come on in," said Jack in a friendly voice, "you're missing out
on the services that your cock-sucking roomie likes to provide."

Scott slowly closed the door and looked at me as I continued to slurp away
at Jack's manhood.

"Dude," he said to Jack, "I didn't know that you were..." his voice trailed
off.

"Gay?" asked Jack, laughing a little.  "I'm not, by Chris here is so
desperate for cock, it's hard to turn him down.  He lets me stick it
wherever I want."

"What?  Have you..."

"Fucked his ass?  Sure, he's got a nice tight little pussy, although the
football team's been loosening it up for the last few months."

Scott was clearly shocked.  "You mean he services the whole team?"

"Yeah dude, don't you ever wonder where he is every afternoon?" asked Jack
as he increased the pace at which he was thrusting his cock into my mouth.

At this point Jack started to fuck my face with more intensity and I
started to choke.  All I could do was patiently wait for him to cum (I
could tell he was close).  Ryan took over the task of explaining things to
Scott.

"I found out that Chris here is a little fag-boy, and since he's always
looking for some cock to service, I figured some of the guys on the team
might want him around."

Scott was still visibly stunned and asked Ryan some questions about why any
guy would want a fag sucking his cock, and if there were any things I
wouldn't do.

"No man, he'll do anything.  He even drinks piss," Ryan said, grinning.

"Dude, that's so fucking low, I can't even believe it," Scott said, still
in disbelief.

Jack started longdicking my throat and I could tell he was going to climax
at any moment.  After a minute or two he started dumping cum in my mouth.

"Don't swallow until I tell you to," he told me before he started shooting
his load.  I dutifully let his jizz pool up in my mouth.  When he had
finished cumming he had me open wide and show my mouthful of creamy semen
to Scott.

"He loves drinking this stuff," Jack said.  He then turned to me and
commanded me to swallow it.  I gulped it down, savoring the salty tangy
flavor.

"Thank you sir," I said instinctively.

Scott couldn't believe that I was thanking the football jock for dumping a
load of cum in my mouth, and I turned deep red as he stared at me in
fascination and disgust.

"Fuck, man, I don't know if I can live with this perverted little fag," he
muttered.

"Come on, lets go have a beer and we'll talk about it," said Ryan.  They
all left to go to the bar, and I went to bed, tired from the day's
activities.

Scott came back about 3 in the morning and I woke up as he slapped me in
the face.

"Wake up faggot, you've got some cock to suck," he said as he whipped out
his semi-hard cock.  I got out of bed and knelt at his feet.  When he
nodded, I swallowed his dick and kept sucking until he came - all over my
face.

Scott never got over his disgust with me and he rarely said anything to me.
He would look at me suspiciously when I returned to our room in the
afternoons, and sometimes he would make fun of me when I changed into my
slut outfit.  It turned out that Scott didn't use me as much as the
football team, but sometimes as he was getting ready for bed he would tell
me what time he needed to be up in the morning.  This meant that it was my
responsibility to get up before him and wake him up with a morning blow
job.  I was happy to oblige...

***

After the second or third home football game (I can't remember which one)
the guys took me to the football party that was at the captain's house
off-campus.  The team had won, so they were in a good mood.  They got me
pretty drunk and put me in a bedroom, where guys could come and get a quick
blow job if they wanted.  After I had sucked 5 or 6 guys Ryan came in with
Jack and a few of their buddies and told me to wash up.  I obliged, and
they then put me in a car and we drove downtown.  We stopped in a seedy
neighborhood, and Ryan got out of the car and went into a store.  He came
back in a few minutes and motioned for me to come with him.  I followed him
into the store and realized it was a tattoo parlor.  Ryan sat me down in
the chair and told me to take off my shirt.  The owner came over and
cleaned off my right shoulder blade with alcohol.  I realized I was going
to get a tattoo, but I didn't dare ask any questions.  He turned on his
needle and started working on me.  After he finished, Ryan made me pay and
we left and went back to the party.

I was made to strip once we got back to the party, and everyone examined
the tattoo on my back and laughed.  No one would tell me what it was, and I
soon forgot about it as I drank more beer and the pain started to fade.  I
sucked some more dick, and as a grand finale to the evening, Jack put me on
the table in the living room and fucked my ass while Ryan fucked my face.
With Jack's cum dripping out of my asshole, I was shoved out the front
door, holding my clothes and told to go home.  I dressed in the bushes and
walked back to the dorm.  When I got back I remembered that I had a new
tattoo, and went to the bathroom to see what it said.  Standing with my
back to the mirror, I craned my head and made out the words "Property of
Eastern State Football" on my shoulder blade.