Date: Sun, 18 Sep 2005 18:44:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: thunder boy <thunder151@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jock-boy Mike: Chapter 08

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     I was sitting on the floor in my underwear, in front of Sean. His
muscular legs gently squeezed my chest. Just a reminder of the power he had
over me. Physically. Mentally. Sexually. My boner was  a tent-pole in my
underwear. His story about Trent Baxter, Jock-Hero .... getting on his knees
naked .... with his boy-sized boner .... and worshiping Sean's cock ....had me
leaking. After all, Baxter was the very image of a straight jock-boy.  His
example left the door wide open .... for me to act on my urge .... to strip
naked .... to kneel in Sean's shadow .... with my own boy-boner ... and kiss
his precious feet .... just like Trent Baxter had.  It was like I was standing on a
high wall and deciding when to jump off. Or wondering when I would be
pushed. Sean was my daemon .... half hero, half  bad-boy .... he claimed me
....  and now he was calling the shots.

     Behind me, Sean said, "I have an idea  .... let's get you out of those
undies .... and to make it more interesting .... you're gonna  have to peel them
off .... using just my feet .... no hands."

      With that he released me from his legs and told me to stand up. I stood
up and turned to face him. He was grinning. He slouched back on the couch,
stretched his legs out in front of him, and crossed his ankles. He had his
hands behind his head, looking like he was ready to enjoy some
entertainment.

     I thought for a second how I might accomplish this task, looking down
at his feet.

     "Nice wet spot you got there, Mikey." I looked down at my tented
undies. There was a huge slimy wet spot there. "Looks like you enjoyed the
story about my hot little senior. Like maybe you wanna be my new jock-boy
suck-monkey. Now get naked like a good suck-monkey."

     I went down on my hands and knees. At Sean's feet. Looking at the
aura of man-hairs on his ankles. He wiggled his toes, teasing me. He called
me a suck-monkey. It felt humiliating and exhilarating. I felt the urge to kiss
his foot. It would be my first clear act of worship. A first step into the
unknown. I  pressed my lips to the top of his foot, not too long, but long
enough to let him know I was grateful. To let him know my craving. My lips
touching Sean's foot, feeling his skin with my lips, with this intimate gesture,
part submission, part adulation. Knowing he was watching me bow down ....
to his feet .... like a hopeless queer.

     Sean cleared his throat, politely impatient. I got busy. I crawled til my
stomach was over his feet, then lowered my little pubic bush down to his
toes. I wanted to hook the waistband of my underwear on his toes and wiggle
out of them. I found it easier to do this with my legs spread  wide, like a frog.
It also worked better with my ass up and my head down. The resulting
position was awkward, with my head alongside his leg, my right arm
wrapped around his legs, my left hand holding me off the floor, my knees
spread wide on each side of his feet, and my lower belly touching the tip of
his toe.

     As it ended up, it looked like I was hugging his legs and humping his
toe in slow motion, with my ass pushed up to get the right angle on it. His
toes were relaxed, so when I pushed against his big toe, it would bend
backward and lose traction. I kept missing. I looked up at him all
disappointed. He just chuckled and told me I looked like a horny toad. Or
was it horny 'toed?'

     Then he started messing with me. He started saying stuff. Stuff like
"Come on, frog-boy, don't you wanna get naked for me? Don't you wanna
show me how you got a hard-on for me? I can feel your dick all hard on my
toes. Show me how u have a boner for my feet." and "cute little white-bread
ass" whenever it was pushed out. I was pushing my ass out alot. I felt like it
was on display. When I missed, he ruffled my hair and told me, "oh man. too
bad, you almost had it."

     Finally, I hooked the waist band on his toe. I scooted forward a few
inches and stopped, savoring my little victory, exhilarated by the feel of his
cool toes against my hot, hard dick. I looked at him with my eyes half-closed
and moaned quietly.  He was wearing a big grin. He said, "Dude, you are
totally queer for my toes." It just made my dick that much harder.

     He wiggled his foot to hurry me on. I scooted forward, slowly, working
the underwear down over my squirming hips. The belly of my arched-up
hard-on brushed over his feet, then his ankles, then over the bristly hair of his
legs. By the time I had the underwear down to my ankles, I was climbing up
the front of his chest, holding his shoulders and pulling up. Face to face.
Chest to chest. I felt his heartbeat against me. I felt his hips push into me, felt
his hard cock press on mine.

      Then he opened his legs. I started sliding back down to the floor, down
on my knees, naked, between Sean's killer hairy legs.

     Sean stood up, his crotch right in my face. His awesome cock was
touching my right cheek.  He peeled off his tee-shirt. Then he grabbed my
shoulders and pushed me back so I was sitting back on my heels in a kneeling
position. He kicked my knees wide with his feet. Real wide. He nudged them
even a little wider.

      "Hands back," he said. I clasped my hands behind me. "Perfect," he
said. My boner stood at attention for him. "That's your cocksucker position.
When I say 'cocksucker,' you just drop down like this. Cause you're my
cocksucker now. Understand?"

     "Yeah, Sean .... your cocksucker." My dick flexed when I  said "your
cocksucker."

     "Sweet," Sean grinned.   He stepped between my legs with his crotch to
my face again. My balls hung down onto his foot. I breathed in through the
cloth of his shorts. I inhaled his scent, slow and deep. It was liquid sex. He
held my head there,  pressing against his hard-on. I moved my head until my
lips were on it. I kissed it. It was firm. And wide. And long. My own smaller
hard-on surged. My balls contracted and then resettled on his foot. I was
gonna be Sean's cocksucker. I started nibbling on it through his shorts.

     "Good doggy," Sean whispered. "Chew my bone." I held it between my
teeth, chewing the spongy hardness through his shorts. "Not too hard, not too
soft .... just right," he said. He loosened his grip on my hair. I chewed it from
the wide base to the tender tip. Sean groaned from his throat as I worked on
it. He got even harder. It flexed  between my teeth. Like another one of his
hard muscles.

      Sean really enjoyed this. I could tell cause his dick kept twitching and
flexing. That was fine with me. I loved it, on my knees at his feet, stark naked
and bonerized, gnawing on his hardness, admiring his supple torso. It went
on for a good ten minutes. Long enough to soak the crotch of his shorts.
Long enough for me to thoroughly soak in my own submissive juices. As I
moved, my balls flirted with the top of his foot, my delicate nads hanging
down on the relaxed power of his foot.

     At last Sean stopped me with a hand on my head, looking down at me
with heavy eyelids. "Still got your boner I see," he said in a half-whisper.

     "Yeah, Sean, I have a total boner for you." I croaked. He flashed a
momentary smile.

     "How can you tell when you have a genuine cocksucker?" he asked.

     "I dunno."

     "Cuz he has a hard-on whenever he is sucking dick, like you have. And
cuz it leaks whenever he has a dick in his mouth, like you do," he replied.
"That's how I know you're MY cocksucker. Now pull off my shorts,
cocksucker."

     "Yes, sir," I said. I didn't plan on it. It just came out that way. "Sir." It
surprised me. It underscored his status. And mine. I arched my lower back
and pushed my ass out in a show of submission. I remembered him
mentioning Baxter's servile posture, how he thought it was so hot to see the
senior offering his ass up on a platter like that. My ass practically offered
ITSELF up. I could feel my dick actively leaking. I could feel my ass muscles
stretching open.

     I started pulling his shorts down, slowly, one hand at the bottom of
each side.  His abundant bush appeared, springing up lively at the edge of the
waistband. Then the wide base of his cock appeared, dragged downward with
the shorts. Lower and slower I went, inch by inch appearing, til it was held
down by just the head. It strained against the waistband, pushing it out. I
released it. His wonder-cock flipped up and out, bouncing in the air. Sean let
out a throaty groan. This was my first chance to see Sean's full erection. It
was obviously larger than mine .... longer, thicker.  My dick was like a toy.
His was monumental in comparison. His curved up a little, not quite as much
as mine. It was perfect. Probably 8 inches long, compared to my five and a
half. His balls were heavy in the thin skin of his sack. Perfect. Succulent.
Ripe exotic fruit.

     I pulled the shorts down to the floor and he stepped out of them. As he
moved, his dick waved in the air like a magic wand. Just like in the locker
room at school, I was compelled to look at it, slack-jawed. My heart was
pounding, my mouth was dry. It was hypnotic, like a cobra. There was a pearl
of precum poised on the acorn tip. He pressed it down toward my face. My
eyes crossed following its course, watched it touching down on the end of my
nose, leaving a wet spot. Marked.

     Sean lifted his cock away with his hand. He looked in my eyes. "Wash
my nuts," he said. I leaned forward and started dragging my dry tongue over
his balls, hanging loose in their sack. The skin was so smooth, so soft, so
fine. The scent of his sex filled my head, and the saliva started flowing. I
licked Sean's potent baby-makers all over .... once, twice, countless times.

     I was thinking .... 'I am washing Sean's seed sack with my mouth ....
worshiping his sex .... my tough little jock-boy lips on Sean's hard-boy balls
.... and he can see that I totally love it .... he can see me totally faggot-hard ....
for the taste of his sweet male funk .... kneeling here naked .... in cocksucker
position .... fucking COCKSUCKER position ....with my gay little hard-on.'

     He let go of his wonder-tool. It towered in front of my eyes, bounced
on my nose, caressed my face. I licked the side of his scrotum, up to the fold
in his leg. Sean put his hand on my head and held me there. I scoured the
crease with my tongue. It made his dick flex and his six-pack abs tense up. I
moved my head and scrubbed the crease on the other side, massaging the taut
tendons of his groin muscles with my tongue. He shuddered.

     Then I held one of his balls in my mouth and slimed it with my spit,
looking up past his awesome cock to his awesome lean, muscular torso and
his awesome cute face. He had his head cocked to the side, looking down at
me with a mischievous, bad-boy grin. I washed the other testicle in my
mouth, savoring its potency, milking his sack with my lips. Nursing the load
that I hoped would soon be mine. I moaned deep in my throat. I felt the growl
transmit to his nut.