Date: Fri, 24 Aug 2012 13:02:46 +1200 From: Robert Hanlen <strayf.hanlen@gmail.com> Subject: Jock Joe The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental. If male-to-male sexual scenes offend you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years old, the laws in most areas state that you're just too young to read filth like this so go away and watch Spongebob instead. Robert (StrayF) Hanlen strayf.hanlen@gmail.com %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% Joe's in Charge Joe'd given me a key some time ago so I let myself in and headed up to his room. He was due home from rugby practise in about ten minutes time and his mother wasn't going to be home for another couple of hours. That gave us heaps of time to go over the weeks assignments for maths and English -- although, somehow or another we never did get on to them. In fact the whole `tutoring' bullshit was just a cover for what we really got up to ... I was lying on my back in the middle of his room, jerkin' off with one of his stinkin' jockstraps stuck in my face when I heard him comin' up the stairs. I didn't stop. I used to feel embarrassed when he discovered me like this but not any more. We had ... an `understanding'. I saw him stop in the doorway, lean against the frame and look down at me, a grinning leer on his face. "Fuckin' faggot ..." he sneered. Joe was the same age as me -- seventeen -- but where I was a skinny nerd runt, he was the epitome of the high-school jock. Blond, snub nosed with a strong, square jawline; broad shouldered, narrow waisted, six-pack abs and massive, rugby-player thighs. He'd fucked most of the A-class girls in our year group and several of the older/younger ones -- including one teacher -- but despite this steady source of available pussy his sexual desire demanded more. That's where I came in. He hadn't showered after practise and was still wearing his rugby kit -- except for the boots that he'd kicked off at the back door. I'd take them home with me once we'd finished our `tutoring' session and clean them ... just as soon as I'd cum all over them after snorting up their stench in a marathon jerk-off session ... Joe ambled across the room, stepping over me and flopped down on his back on his bed, propping himself up on his elbows, his filthy sock-clad feet at the edge of bed. "Come and do my stinkin' feet, fag boy," he ordered. I gladly cast away his jockstrap, flipped myself over onto my stomach and crawled towards his sock-clad feet, sticking my nose right in to the centre of one sole and breathing deeply. Aaw, fuck! what a stink! That heavenly mix of sweat, leather, testosterone and sheer fuckin' foot funk! I started salivating straight away as I breathed in deep lung-fulls of his sweet sweat odour before devouring his sole ... I soaked that stinking sock with my saliva before sucking it all up again and swallowing his sweet jock-boy foot funk. "Yeah, good little faggot," he sneered. "Now take those socks off my feet ..." I tore his saliva-soaked sock down with my teeth and spat it out on to the floor. I knew better than to use my hands for this job. I still remember how he'd blistered my ass with a belt the first time I tried that. I then eased the other sock down and, before I could spit it out Joe retrieved it and rubbed it all over my feet, spreading his stink all over my face. He laughed and spat in my face, the thick viscous fluid making it's way slowly down nose, across my cheek. "You're such a worthless piece of shit..." he crooned. He lay back on the bed and put one hand behind his head, exposing his deliciously ripe pits, and started to drag his stinking sock across the damp, sweaty cavern. I moaned involuntarily. "Whattsamadda, fag? Is there something you want? Huh? You're gonna have to ask `cos I don't understand what faggots need ..." "Please, Joe," I said quietly, "please ... let me suck the sweat from your pits ... Please! I'll be real good and make you feel good. I'll suck up all your sweat, Joe ... save you a job." "So fuckin' low!" he laughed. He grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and shoved my face into his moist, rank armpit. I was in pig heaven and went to work licking, sucking, slurping ... Fuck! I was the luckiest kid in school! No one else, male or female, got to worship Joe's body the way I did. No one else got to suck the jock sweat out of his very pores! While working his pits I'd also take sneaky licks at his pecs and biceps. He'd always growl, smack my head and tell me to focus on what I was meant to be doing. While I was digging in to his other pit, slurping away, his iphone rang. "Hey, babe," he said. I knew it was his girlfriend, Cherie. She was away for another fortnight on a netball sports exchange and I knew first hand how fuckin' horny Joe would get when Cherie wasn't available "Yeah, I know how you feel, babe," said Joe as he pushed my face down towards his crotch. "I'm feeling horny, too ... I could sure use one of your special treats ..." Joe's cock was rock hard and as I released it from the confines of his shorts I saw that he was already oozing precum. I took a deep breath to savour his musky masculinity before getting to work with my tongue to lap up all of his delicious sweetness. "Yeah, babe," Joe was saying in to the phone. "You know my big dick is rock hard just hearing your sweet voice... droolin' all that pre-cum shit that you love to slurp up..." I took my cue from what Joe was saying and focused on sucking up the sweet pre-cum that was drooling from his fat cockhead. I dug my tongue into his piss-slit and dug for that crystal clear nectar with all the enthusiasm of a crack addict with his first hit in a week. Joe sucked in his breath. "Yeah, babe, I'd love to have you here, right now, sucking on my big schlong ... then have you swallow the whole thing..." I stopped teasing Joe's cockhead and started swallowing , taking more and more of his jock cock down my throat. I still had to focus on not gagging. Joe had told me that choking on his cock was a sign of disrespect -- it was as if my body was rejecting his gift. I worked hard not to choke. "Your throat is like fuckin' silk when it's wrapped around my dick, babe. Yeah ... Give you a little time to get used to it then start pounding it... Shit, babe, I wanna fuck your throat!" True to his word, Joe grabbed the back of my head started a wild fuck down my fag throat. He didn't care that I was gasping for air, he just wanted to use what was his to get himself off. "But I miss your sweet, sweet pussy, too, babe," he said to his girlfriend. He ripped my throat off of his cock leaving me gasping for air and slowly lifted his beautiful muscled legs, exposing his sweet, sweet jock hole to my lustful gaze. I didn't need instructions ... I dove straight in and started licking, lapping, slurping, sucking on that tight little bung hole. Joe groaned in pleasure. "Aaaaw, yeah! Yeah babe! I wanna taste your pussy! I wanna suck up your cunny honey! Bury my fuckin' face in your garden and eat you out till you fuckin' scream for mercy!" Joe's hole was twitching around my tongue, trying to drag me further up his impossibly tight jock hole. "I need you, babe... I need to feel your pussy open up for my big cock..." Joe was as open as he was gonna get. I scooted up the bed and aligned the head of my meaty eight incher with his twitching jock cunt. He bore down and I felt his sphincter open up and swallow my dickhead. "Aw, fuck, yeah!" screamed Joe. "Need it, babe! Need to be inside your sweet, hot, fuckin' cave! Deep, deep, inside you... Filling you up... Aaaw, fuck, yeah!" Joe had opened up to let me in but now it was my job to ease my fat dick in to his tight, hot jock hole -- inch by fat fuckin' inch until I was balls-deep in this mountain of squirming, sweating jock muscle. "All the way, babe... all the fuckin' waaaaay! Shit, yeah! I know you love this bit... Feeling so full of my fat cock... so open and exposed ... and you know what's comin' next, dontcha? Huh?" I slowly pulled out of Joe's ass till just the head remained. "Time for some serious fucking, babe!" As I started pounding into Joe's spasming ass, he was babbling in to the phone. Gawd knows what his girlfriend made of it! "Fuck! Sheeeeyit! Yeah! Fuck that hole! Fuck that... fuckin' pussy! Aaaaaaaw, babe! Fuuuuck!" Before long Joe's ass clamped down on my dick and he spewed cum everywhere -- his abs, chest, face, the fuckin' headboard! Joe was a cum machine! I eased my still-hard dick out of his hole and started clean-up duties. Joe's cum was far too valuable to waste and I had to devour every drop. "Yeah, babe," Joe was saying on the phone, "I miss you so fuckin' much ... Yeah, yeah... I'd love to see `Clueless' with you! Yeah ... Twelve more sleeps, babe ... Love you ... Night!" Joe put the phone down and looked at me disdainfully. "You still here, faggot? I need my rugby kit ready for practice on Thursday. And stop chewing on my fuckin' jock strap! Now, get the fuck outta here..." %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% Copyright 2012 -- Robert Hanlen Strayf.hanlen@gmail.com All rights reserved Permission is NOT granted to publish this story in any medium without the author's prior consent.