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The Sleepover -- Part IV

I’m glad y’all are liking this story… Only one more part after this chapter!

In case you missed the earlier installments: Part I Part II Part III

After Malik left, I tried to pull myself together. That had been the closest I’d come to cumming yet — and all from having my smooth hole finger-fucked and a huge load of cum dumped down my wet throat. I could just imagine what I looked like on camera. I’m sure my soft lips were shiny and swollen from the rough throat fucking I had just received, and my hair was was certain to be messy and tangled from Malik’s hand holding me still. On the other end of me, I could feel my once-tight jock pussy was fluttering and stretched, completely drenched with that special, tingling lotion. I’m sure I looked utterly debauched. I quickly tried to put myself back together and steady my breathing. This had all gotten out of hand so quickly. I had just come over to get some advice from my new buddies about my twitching asshole, and here I was needy and desperate to cum. If I didn’t clear my head, I was libel to do something stupid… and I didn’t want THAT happening again. That’s why we had to move last time.

I flipped over onto my back to try and get my wits about me. I looked up to see Winston holding his cellphone and leering down at me. He had a leg on either side of my torso, and I could see his hard cock tenting out the front of his gym shorts. Fuck! Why were all these guys hard, and were they all that big? I had heard the stereotype before, but both Malik’s cock and Winston’s cock were HUGE — easily two of the biggest I’d ever seen. I smiled up at the camera, grateful that no one could tell I was thinking about my buddies’ dicks. I remembered that Malik was going to watch this video tomorrow, and I waved while shyly biting my lips.

“That’s it, jock boy. Smile for the camera,” Winston said, towering over me. “Tell me, Mikey. What do you wanna do before we go to bed?” I wasn’t sure how to answer him. I didn’t want to ask for anything embarrassing (even tho a big part of me wanted to), and I didn’t know what sort of things were normal for a sleepover. After all, this was the first time my dad had let me come to a party.

“I dunno. I’ll do anything. Whatever you want,” I said, staring up into the camera and grinning.

“Whatever we want?” Darius chimed in, suddenly interested in the conversation. “Uh oh. Don’t make promises your hole can’t keep, jock boy.”

Oh fuck! I wish they hadn’t mentioned my hole — my tight, pink hole that had gotten me into all this trouble in the first place. I could feel my pulse race at the mere mention of my jock pussy, and I felt it violently spasm — enough so that I moaned and shuddered in front of my friends. Thank god they couldn’t see my puck still twitching between my fat cheeks. After all, Darius had promised to tame my needy little puck, and despite hours of shaving, rubbing, and fingering it, it was still hungry. I didn’t want to disappoint them with my still quivering pussy.

“Listen to you, baby. You sound so desperate.” Darius was practically cooing at me all while licking his big lips. ”I’m sure I can give you what you need. Here let me help you up.”

Winston winked at Darius, adjusted his hard cock, and moved out of the way. Darius reached out a big hand to help me off the floor, but when I went to grab for it, his fingers were still slick from playing with my hole. I fell backwards — rather clumsily too — somehow landing on my stomach with my big, soft ass in the air, legs splayed open wide. I guess my slipping out of his grasp got Darius off balance too, and he toppled onto me. His huge, muscly body landed on my tight frame, pinning me to the ground. Here’s the truly embarrassing part: as he was falling, I guess Darius’ loose pants must have slipped down, because when he fell, I felt the wet head of his enormous cock slip just inside my fluttering pucker. We both cried out — me in a breathy, high-pitched whimper and him in a deep, satisfied groan. For a brief moment, I felt my spasming hole milk the head of his huge cock. Neither one of us moved, both clearly in shock. I had just been speared by my new friend’s gigantic cock, and my clenching pussy was squeezing and pulsing around it. Poor Darius couldn’t help but grunt as my tight hole tried to suck that cock deeper into me. After a few moments, I tried to stand up, but the tip of that fat cock inside me made my legs turn to jelly. I was crushed under Darius with his cock in my pussy, and I couldn’t stand up and pop it free. With equal parts panic and bliss, I managed to squeak out, “Oh god! Darius! Fuck. I need you to move.”

Darius leaned forward — I’m assuming to stand up — but all it did was slowly push his cock up into me. I felt my tender tunnel widen to make room for that huge beast as it burrowed its way inside my ass. I felt Darius’s cock reach places his clever fingers couldn’t, and I couldn’t stop the squeals and high-pitched moans rolling out of my mouth. Darius pushed the last few inches of his cock into me and could feel his heavy nuts rest against my newly hairless asshole. My eyes lolled into the back of my head; there had to be at least a foot of hot, thick cock coring out a place inside my straight jock hole. I had never felt anything as delicious as my rim being stretched open wide and that cock digging deep into me. This, I realized, is what my hole had been demanding all along.

Darius rolled his hips up, and I was sure he was going to stand up this time and yank his huge cock out of my pussy. Only no such luck. Instead, after arching his hips up, he eased his way back into my hole as he breathed out, “fuuuuuck Mikey.” I could tell he was just as surprised and upset by this accident as I was. What an unfortunate coincidence that my puck had been slowly teased open and thoroughly greased over the course of the night, making it the perfect tight, wet tunnel for Darius to fuck into!

“Mmmm. Mikey. I think my cock is stuck in your tight, little pussy. I thought we had stretched that puck out enough, but it seems like the rim is caught just behind my big cock head. Oooh fuck baby. I’m trying to pull it loose — can you feel that — but your hole doesn’t want to let me go. It’s like the thing with our fingers all over again.”

My eyes snapped open wide. Oh fuck! The finger incident! The last time this happened, Trevon had to call in reinforcements to wrench his fingers loose. I remembered how Darius had to slide his fingers in, along side Trevon’s in order for them to finally get free. I shuddered as I thought about having to fit another thick, veiny cock in my boihole next to Darius’s beast. Despite the sudden burst of fear that thought inspired, I was canting my hips up to meet every slow, deep thrust of Darius’s torpedo sized dick.

“You like that baby? You like when big D’s cock is in little Mikey’s wet pussy?” I wanted to laugh and tell him “No, of course not! This was just some silly, clumsy accident,” but I was having trouble talking. I just kept running my tongue along and biting my lips as I moaned with every thrust.

Darius picked up the pace. Clearly, he was desperate to pull his cock out of his straight friend’s tight hole. He started to steadily drill into me, pushing in much harder than he was pulling out — weird, I know, but I reasoned that he must have been trying to build up momentum. I tried to relax my pussy so he would have an easier time of pulling his cock free, but my ass wouldn’t stop clenching around his thick dick. If I thought it was pulsing before, it was nothing compared to this. And yet, somehow, instead of it driving me crazy like usual, it felt good — reeeaaal good.

I felt my cock getting hard even as it was squished beneath me. I could feel the wet, rough fabric of my tight, blue jock drag along the sensitive head of my dick, and I began humping and rubbing my hard, trapped cock on the carpet beneath me. It was humiliating, but I was absolutely delirious with need. In that moment, I didn’t care if the camera caught me in my most compromising position yet.

Suddenly, I thought about all of the times tonight when I had been brought up to the edge of cumming, only to be denied. As I ground my dick into the floor, I prayed that this time wouldn’t be the same. Darius needed to let me cum — even if it meant having my dick spurt with his cock stuck in my ass. Yeah, it might seem gay to anyone watching the video, but I would just explain it to Malik after. After all it was just a silly accident; I can’t help the way my musclebod reacts when someone touches my hole — least of all when it’s stuff practically to the breaking point with black cock.

Desperate for release, I gave in and begged for what I needed — only I was still having trouble stringing together words. My brain could only think, “Cock, cock, cock.”

“Please. Oh god, it’s so big. I can feel it…. Oooooh shit… my hole! Please, help. Give me what I need.” I looked up to find Winston capturing all of my needy whines on camera. I stared directly into the lens and pleaded, “Please. Help.” I couldn’t think to form a single thought. All I could do was whine and beg.

Winston nodded and grinned, but ultimately, he didn’t understand what I was asking for. He must have thought I meant, “help me up,” so he handed the phone to Trevon and went to pull me out from under Darius’s muscled frame. He took hold of my hands and yanked me part of the way out from under Darius. My torso was free, but my needy boy butt was still being pummeled by Darius’s fat cock. My thighs were spread at a 180 degree angle and Darius’s cock was hitting a spot inside me that had my vision whiting out. I humped my body forward grinding my dick against the scratchy carpet and back to take all 12 inches of Darius into my jock pussy.

Winston was determined to get me out from under Darius though. He pulled hard on my arms again, lifting me up just as Darius was slamming into me. His cock pushed impossibly deep and I cried out and flailed, yanking my hands from Winston’s grip. As I I fell face first, I reached out, trying to stop my fall, and I yanked Winston’s pants down in the process. His big cock popped free and bobbed heavy and dripping above me. I looked up in awe.

Seeing Winston’s dick up close — well, it looked the way Darius’s felt. It was easily a foot-long and as thick as a baseball bat. There was a pronounced vein running down the length of it, and I could feel a similar one on Darius’ cock as it rubbed against the walls of my jock pussy. The head of Winston’s massive cock was a little pinker than the dark chocolate color of the shaft, and he had a distinctly flared head. Just the tip alone of Winston’s mammoth cock was equal in size to any normal, white boy’s cock. I looked lower to see Winston’s big nuts, dark as coal and covered with coarse patches of short, curly hair. I was transfixed looking at the beautiful cock in front of me. I don’t think I had ever thought of a cock as beautiful before, but then again, I had never seen this cock.

I snapped out of my cock haze as Winston went to help me one last time. Thinking that the third time was the charm, I braced myself to have Winston pull me free. I took hold of his big hands, which made Darius’s cock hit new, untouched spots inside of me. Winston pulled me up into the air and held me there as I swayed between him and Darius. My cock could no longer rub up on the carpet and get that much needed friction. It was just left to pulse, hard and needy inside my dripping blue jock strap. As much as I missed rubbing my cock, it didn’t matter anyway. The only thing I could think about were those twelve inches of fat, black horse cock stuffing into me over and over again. I was seconds away from finally — finally — cumming after hours of teasing, and I knew I could do it without touching my boicock.

My body started convulsing as it approached orgasm, and my arms pulled out of Winston’s hands yet again. I was so focused on my electric pussy that I couldn’t stop myself from falling face first onto Winston’s huge cock. The same accident that had happened with Darius in my pussy had now happened to Winston with my soft, wet mouth! Horrifyingly, the minute that beautiful cock slid into my mouth — the very moment I got my lips around it — I started cumming hard in my tight, blue jock. My tight body began to shake apart in a earth-shaking orgasm emanating from my stuffed -full boi hole. I could feel all of the blood rushing from my head directly to my pussy, and I worried I might black out from the intensity of it. My cock was spurting underneath me, completely untouched, soaking the pouch of my jock.

My orgasm must have gone on for at least two full minutes; for the longest time I was uncontrollably thrashing, speared between these two giant cocks on either end of me. I couldn’t stop bucking back onto Darius giant fuck stick, and nursing on the fat cock wedged between my lips. All the while, I was making these girly, breathy noises I had never heard myself make before. I couldn’t figure out what had pushed me over the edge. Was it Darius’s cock hammering against that special spot? Was it not being allowed to stimulate my cock — did I need to focus completely on my hole in order to spill over that edge? Or was there something almost Pavlovian about Winston’s cock sliding into my mouth? It was like the minute his cock hit my tongue, I was pushed to orgasm.

I don’t know why I thought the fucking (for lack of a better term) would stop after I came, but it didn’t. Darius continued to plow my ass, pushing any remaining cum out of me. I was overly sensitive from having just cum, and every brush against my prostate caused me to dance on that line between ecstasy and agony. Darius reached forward and pinched my sensitive nipples, making my body lurch forward, further onto Winston’s cock.

I looked up at Winston with apologetic eyes, lips stretched taught around that horse cock in my mouth. He was grinning ear to ear, and practically giggling.

“Ha ha, oh my god, Mikey, this is so funny! The exact same thing that happened to Malik has happened to me. First you got his fat cock stuck down your straight throat, and now my big donkey dick is sliding down it too.” It was true. I could feel the blunt head of Winston’s cock nudging against the back of my throat. I gagged a little, and when I did, Winston yanked me forward, forcing all twelve inches down my tight, wet throat. “Holy shit, Mikey! Nobody will believe this — I mean, Malik won’t believe this. It’s such a funny coincidence, we have to film every second of you choking on my big cock.”

At this point, Trevon — who was content to sit and watch, rather than help — walked behind Winston and pointed the camera over his buddy’s shoulders making sure to get a POV shot of me gurgling on Winston’s cock. Winston picked my arms back up and began yanking me back and forth between Darius and himself. There was no denying it; I was being spit-roasted by two guys I have never spoken to before tonight. Every nerve in my hypersensitive musclebod was on fire and I couldn’t stop the drool pouring out of the corners of my mouth. I was a mess and I was tired, and I reasoned that if I hung limp like a rag doll between them, it might be easier for them to get their cocks out of me. I was done trying to participate in fixing this accident.

The moment I gave in, Darius’s thrusts into my pussy became faster and and more erratic. I could hear the loud slapping of his sticky nuts as they bounced against my fat jock ass. I hoped they wouldn’t sound that loud and lewd on camera; that would just be another thing to explain. Every time Darius buried the entire length of his epic cock inside my pussy, it hammered against that sensitive spot that made my body tremble and my pucker clench around his thick dick root.

“Oh god, Mikey,” Darius called out, “Your pussy is so soft and wet. I feel its milking my big cock. FUCK! You feel so good, baby.” It was weird to be called “baby” in this context, but I could only squeal in response as Darius’s cock punched into me over and over again. Darius was absolutely frantic in his assault on my hole, and I knew that he was going to cum soon. I only prayed that he would be able to pull free before he was forced to seed a straight, white teen’s boi pussy. That would be so embarrassing for him.

Darius fucked into me three or four more time. On his last powerful thrust, to my horror, I felt his cock erupt inside of me. I could feel hot blasts of cum splatter against the walls of my clenching pussy. I cried out and Darius groaned in solidarity. After spraying a few shots of cum deep inside my guts, Darius was able to pull free. Unfortunately his cock was still firing, and his jizz drenched my hairless, pink puck. I felt gooey and wet and loose, and I weirdly missed the full feeling of a cock in my hole. Darius stood up, finally releasing me from underneath his massive frame, and walked to the bathroom to clean himself up. I remember thinking, it should be me who needs cleaning up. My pink jock pussy was painted with cum, and I had rivulets of drool coming out of my mouth as I choked around the cock still stuffed in my tight throat.

I tried to put my hands under me, to help me stand up, but Winston wouldn’t let go. “Oh god. Mikey, don’t stop,” he lamented. “We need Malik to see this accident just like it happened with him. Come on. Work my cock with that pretty mouth. He’ll think it’s fucking hysterical that the same thing happened to me. Come on, Mikey. You don’t want to me to think you like him more than me, right?”

I knew Winston was right. I wasn’t being fair. I had let Malik face-fuck me until he came in my mouth — even though it was an accident — so it was only fair to let Winston do the same thing. After all, I didn’t want to be accused of playing favorites with my new friends. That was all the pep-talk I needed. I began to work Winston’s enormous cock in and out of my tight wet throat. I bobbed up and down on it with renewed enthusiasm, moaning and slobbering along the shaft. I could feel the giant mushroom head wedge in my gullet, cutting off my air supply. Trevon stretched a hand out from behind Winston where he was filming to pet and squeeze my bulging throat.

After massaging Winston’s cock through my throat, Trevon walked around me so he could capture the whole sordid scene on camera. He stopped when he was behind me and I just knew he was zooming in on my puffy, pink hole splattered with Darius’s jizz. Much to my surprise, I felt one of Trevon’s rough fingers slide thru that pool of cum collecting in my upturned puck, and push into my sensitive jock pussy. I shuddered and instantly pushed back against that thick finger in my wet hole, desperate from his attention. This time Trevon used two fingers to scoop up some cum and then shoved them hard into my loose pussy. Oh my gosh! Trevon was helping to clean me up! That was so sweet of him. I arched my back trying to wordless communicate my gratitude to him.

“Yeah, that’s it Mikey. You like when I play with your used, little boy pussy, don’t you? You like my big finger’s pushing all this cum back inside you? Mmmm. I can feel you pushing back. You must really want all this wet cum back inside your sloppy puck. Wiggle that ass so the camera can see how much you need this.”

I moaned loud and deep around the cock in my throat and shook my ass. I was grateful for the clean-up job I was getting from Trevon. Eventually, Trevon pushed all that thick cum back into my jock hole, but he didn’t stop using his fingers to massage my wet, supersensitive hole. He kept playing with my loose puck— running his fingers around the slippery rim for a moment only to drive them into me hard for a few thrusts. Squelching sounds echoed throughout the room, but I couldn’t tell if they were coming from the those fingers in my wet hole or the cock pumping in and out of my throat.

Even though, I had cum only minutes ago, for some reason, those fingers in my sloppy hole were driving me crazy. I never knew what they would do next, and not being able to predict them had me dancing on the edge again in no time. My boy cock was becoming hard again, trapped in that tight wet pouch, and I hated that I had no control over how my body reacted to things. Of course I didn’t want to turn into a needy, horny mess from having my friend’s fingers in my loose puck, but Trevon was playing me like an fiddle, pumping hard and fast into my traitorous hole. I just couldn’t help but respond. In no time, I was moaning deliriously and pushing back to meet every thrust into my sloppy jock hole.

Winston could tell that I was more focused on my pussy than his cock, because he slapped my cheek lightly. My eyes shot up to his, and Winston’s thrusts into my mouth sped up.

“There we go. I want to see those pretty eyes on me as I fuck your throat. Yeah, Mikey. Fuck that’s a pretty picture — those red, jock boy lips stretched tight around my big black cock. I love that the minute we play with your needy hole, you’ll let us do anything we want. Mmmm. Mikey, you’re a sweet find. We’re gonna have so much fun with you… just you wait.”

Winston was frantically driving his dick down my teen throat. I couldn’t really pay attention to what he was saying, but I knew that he was just babbling. He couldn’t mean half the things he was saying. Guys will say anything when they’re about to cum.

“Yeah. There we go, princess. I’m gonna bust my nut and make you swallow all of it down. You’d like that wouldn’t you, pretty boy? Mmmmm, yeah. You’re just desperate for cum, aren’t you? I bet I could even make you beg for it if I wanted. Hahaha. Don’t worry; I’m not that mean. I’m gonna breed that straight, white throat and give you what you want. Here, Trevon, stop filming his pussy and give me back the camera. I want Malik to see me spray this kid’s face with cum.”

Winston finally let go of my hands to grab the camera. I was barely able to prop myself up before Winston roughly grabbed my hair with one hand and began pumping his cock in and out of my throat. He was crazed like a wild animal. Each thrust had him pulling his dick almost all the way out of my mouth so that just the tip of his cock was just resting on my tongue and then pushing in until all twelve inches were buried deep within my throat. His huge nuts were slapping up against my chin and an almost steady stream of precum and drool was dripping down my face. My throat felt rough and open, and I was desperate for Winston to finish using me. Had I choked on Malik’s cock for this long? Surely, the two were even now…

I stared up at Winston as he roughly used my throat for his pleasure. I noticed he wasn’t looking down at me anymore, even though the camera was trained on my bulging throat. Instead, I realized he was quietly talking to Winston. I tried to pay attention to what he was saying through my haze, but I was only able to catch snippets from their conversation. The blood was rushing in my ears and I could hardly hear anything over my own needy noises and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.

“You think he’s close?”

“Keep playing with him and let me know when he’s about to blow.”

“I want my load to be the thing that sets him off.”

I couldn’t figure out what they were talking about, but I didn’t care. Trevon’s fingers in my pussy were driving me wild and I felt hypnotized by the aggressive pumping of Winston’s cock into my mouth. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, I heard Trevon say something like, “He’s ready.” Winston abruptly pulled his slimy cock out of my mouth and grinned down at me. Then, without warning, his dick erupted. Winston shot four blasts of cum which landed in my open, slack jawed mouth. Regrettably, with Winston holding the camera in one hand, his aim wasn’t so good, and he shot the rest of his load all over my face. A thick jet sprayed across my freckled cheek and another one coated my long eyelashes. I felt some splatter against my forehead and chin, and a little blob collected on the corner of my upper lip. Without thinking, my tongue snaked out to lick it off, and then the craziest thing happened.

For the second time of the night, my pussy began to convulse uncontrollably. I felt my cock — which I hadn’t even realized was hard — dribble in my underwear, pulsing in time with the final shots of Winston’s massive load. Trevon ripped his fingers out of my spasming hole and he groaned loudly. Clearly he was weirded out that his fingers in my puck had made me cum. Worse yet, I felt something warm and wet splash against my winking hole as Trevon cried out. It felt creamy and thick, much like it had when Darius came on me. Had Trevon also accidentally shot his load all over my puffy, pink hole? No… I decided. It wasn’t like Trevon would have been rubbing his dick with one hand as he toyed with my pussy with the other. Even though I couldn’t see behind me to confirm it, I knew it made no sense for Trevon to have sprayed his cum all over my straight, teen hole.

Covered in cum and glassy-eyed, I looked up and smiled into the camera in Winston’s hands. He was chuckling and seemed to be sharing a knowing look with Trevon behind me. “Fuck, Mikey. You were perfect. Malik is gonna love watching that. Hey real quick, lemme ask you something — and it’s sort of personal. Did you cum just now, Mikey? Did you cream in your tight little jock panties?”

I was so tired and I felt utterly relaxed. My pussy — I was really getting used to calling it that— had stopped shaking, and I had this warm feeling tingling just under my skin. In a weird way, I sort of felt… satisfied, I guess, is the best way to describe it. I didn’t love the way Winston was leering down at me, but I didn’t have it in me to care. I just felt to good. “Mmmhmmm,” I hummed.

I closed my eyes and let Winston’s words sink in. I had cum — twice! — in my wet blue jock strap, and I hadn’t touched my cock either time. Fuzzy, sleepy, and satisfied, my brain wandered back to the events that had just taken place. It was almost hard to believe the crazy set of accidents that led me here. Had two of my new friends really dumped their cum down my straight throat? Had I actually had multiple fingers and a raw, footlong cock in my jock pussy for the last three hours? If I wasn’t so sticky and sore, I might not have believed it myself. And, yet, my new friends had been so cool and understanding about the whole thing. They hadn’t made fun of me for being clueless or clumsy, and Trevon had even tried to help me clean up. I smiled, happy that I had talked my dad into letting me sleep over and make such good friends with these guys. Crumpled in a head on the floor, covered in cooling cum, I felt myself drifting off.

Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around me, and haul me up off the floor. Darius’s warm breath tickled my neck as he leaned in to whisper, “Oh come on, Mikey, I’m not done with you yet. Eye’s open, pretty boy. I want your full cooperation for this next part. I think you’re really gonna like it.”

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The Sleepover -- Part II

Again: this is massively inspired by @dumbhornyjock. Many thanks for all of the times I’ve cum reading your jockboi stories.

Read Part I here

I agreed to let my four new friends make my tight jock hole hairless. Darius sent Winston to go get some clippers from the bathroom, and when he came back Malik and Trevon pulled my cheeks even further apart and forced my torso down. I was bent over with the skin around my hole stretched taught. Darius turned the buzzers on, and I knew instantly I was in trouble. The clippers whirled to life, vibrating hard against my needy puck. There was no build up to it, just insistent, almost violent buzzing against my sensitive little rosebud. Darius ran the clippers up and down my crack a few times. I couldn’t help but squirm and moan. He turned the buzzers off and blew away the clippings. I don’t know what was harder to endure — the vibrations or that cool stream of air Darius blew directly onto my pulsing boihole. Darrius turned the clippers back on and this time seemed singularly focused on my hole. He ran that delicious vibrating tool around and around my fleshy boihole. It almost felt as if he was using the edge of the clippers, the plastic part, to circle around and around my hole instead of the metal clippers themselves, but that couldn’t have been right. He was just helping out a friend, not trying to tease me into oblivion with what basically amounted to a personal massager. It was hypnotic and he must have worked my hole over with those clippers for half an hour. And at some point, I realized that stranger, wonderful feeling was back. The powerful sensations had begun building from deep within me, pulsing and radiating out until my entire body was nearly overwhelmed. I was biting my pouty lips and whining, grinding back hard against the clippers and panting, “please, please D, make me smooth, I wanna be smooth for you.” Winston had to stand in front of me with his hands grabbing my hips to keep me still. I lolled my head down, only to see my cock hard in my tight jock. Oh my god! When had that happened? All I could think about was the feelings in my hole, I hadn’t even realized how hard I was. Not only was I hard just from my hole being toyed with, but my dick was leaking so much precum, my jock was practically see thru.

“Oh god. Oh god. Oh god,” I started chanting and rocking back hard against the buzzing around my asshole. I was so close to that wonderful feeling and I felt like I might loose it. Somehow sensing that I was on the verge of exploding, Darius chose that moment to shut the buzzers off. Again, I was denied whatever release my body needed, but I knew Darius was probably just looking out for me. Still, I cried out in frustration at not being allowed what I wanted.

“Oh my gosh, buddy, are you ok?” ask Darius. I couldn’t stand up, my legs were like wet noodles. I was now clutching on to Malik and Trevon on either side of me and gasping for air. My eyes couldn’t focus, and all I could think about was my twitching hole and those delicious vibrations.

“Here buddy. You look a little woozy. Maybe those drinks were a little too strong. Here, finish this one off so we can put some water in the glass. Good boy. Let’s have you lie down for a bit. Malik you sit down first and, Mikey, rest your head right in his lap. And you know what, you look a little flushed. We should get you out of that t-shirt.”

I felt Trevon stripping my shirt off, until I was just in my blue jock, which was drenched in pre-cum. I lay down and put my head in Malik’s lap. It was an instant comfort and I felt myself nuzzle into Malik’s lap. I could feel Malik’s cock underneath me thru his thin cotton sweatpants. It seemed like he was sort of hard, which was weird. Not that I could judge… my dick was drooling for some reason. Maybe it was something in those drinks…

“Here, spread those runners legs nice and wide so we can see that smooth, pink hole. Winston, you hold those jock legs open. We need to lotion up that hole, so it doesn’t itch after shaving. We don’t want to make her, I mean, it any more twitchy that she already is, do we?” Darius said with his trademark smirk.

What Darius was saying made sense. I knew my female friends always had to put on lotion after they shaved their legs. I should probably lotion up my hole after having all my hair removed. I was so lucky to have such a thoughtful and smart friend.

Trevon went to get some special lotion, and he came back with a bottle of clear gel. I had never seen lotion like that, but these black men had such beautiful skin, I was excited to try whatever they had been using. He knelt down in front of me, while Darius settled back on the couch to watch the scene unfolding in front of him. Trevon pumped a squirt of that slimy gel onto his pointer and middle finger and slowly began to massage it into the ring of muscle nestled between my gigantic white mounds. It felt nice and I nuzzled my face further into Malik’s lap, inadvertently grinding his junk against my cheek and lips. Malik’s giant paw came down on my head and began stroking my hair. Unfortunately as a result, my face was held there, smashed up against Malik’s huge cock. Trevon pushed a little harder as he began to rub slow, deep circles around and around my tiny, straight hole.

Darius leaned back and watched for a moment — me nuzzling my facing into this gigantic black man’s crotch, with Winston standing above us holding my legs open, while Trevon used his rough fingers to slather lotion around my shaved boihole. Darius instructed Trevon to use more and more lotion, and soon my hole was drenched and slippery. The lotion was also making my ass feel hot and tingly. I remarked something to that effect, and Darius said that it just meant the lotion was working. He told me it was specially designed to make my “fussy little hole” feel really, really good. Trevon squirted more all over my stretched boyhole, and he began to zero in right on my puck. He seemed singularly focused on rubbing the clear liquid directly into my straight asshole, when all of a sudden, his giant finger slipped inside of me. I groaned out. How embarrassing to have a friend’s finger slip into my needy puck!?

“Oh no, buddy. Just look what happened… I slipped right in. And, oh shit, I can feel your boipussy clenching down on my finger so hungrily. Something’s definitely going on with your little puck. But don’t worry. I promise I’ll get right to the bottom of it.”

Trevon went to pull his finger out, but he said it was like my puck didn’t want to let go. He tried slowly inching it out, but right when he was about to wiggle it free, his finger slammed right back into me.

“Uh-oh bud. It pulled me back in. And its really stuck in there. It went in so easily, but I cant seem to get it out. Your naughty little hole must really want something inside of it.”

Each time Trevon pulled his finger out a little, my hole apparently sucked it right back in. Trevon was determined though; he tried over and over again. If anyone had walked in on the scene, it might have looked like Trevon was fingerbanging my jock ass, but honestly it was all one big accident. After ten minutes of Trevon trying to wrench his finger loose and getting nowhere, Darius decided it would be best if he helped. He reasoned that he might be able to slide in and spread my hole with his thick fingers and then Trevon”s digit could slip loose. Darius slicked up his finger with the tingly, slippery lotion and gently eased his index finger along side Trevon’s. I could feel my hole stretching around their two fingers and it felt… incredible. It burned, but the stretch is what my twitchy boy butt had been craving this whole time. They wormed their thick fingers around inside me twisting and rubbing the walls of… what had they called it? My “boipussy.” With their other hands, their coarse fingers found my nipples and began to pull hard on my needy pink nubs. They suggested that if they pinched them hard enough, my hole might relax and they could pull their fat slimy fingers out of my ass. It didn’t seem to be working so far, but they were determined to help. I’ll confess it felt amazing to have them play with my horny nipples. I wet my lips with my tongue and tried not to drool.

“You’re right, Trevon. This little jock cunt is so tight. Its like she never wants to be empty again. Is that how you feel, Mickey. Do you like feeling full? Is this helping your twitching puck?”

I nodded my head furiously on Maliks lap. My wet lips made contact with the side of Malik’s cock thru the thin sweatpants he was wearing.

Darius pulled on one side on my rim and Trevon pulled on the other side. I could feel my cherry pucker opening up and my tight ring stretching and relaxing. At this point Trevon looked up to Winston and told him to spread me further. Winston pushed my tan legs until i was spread eagle which cause my puck to gape for a second. Trevon took that opportunity to squirt heaps of that lotion directly into my boihole, and I cried out as I felt the cool liquid sloshing down my insides. Darius also took this moment to ease a second finger in along side the other two that were already in me.

“Yeah, Mikey. It really looks like this is helping. Is this what you needed? You like having someone to ease that ache for you? Does it feel good to have that jock pussy stretched open so good for me?”

“Yeah,” I breathed out. “I… it feels g-good.”

“You like it? Then show us,” Darius commanded with a smirk.

I started grinding down on their fingers, pushing those thick, black digits deeper into my tight hole. I circled my hips causing those rough fingers to swirl around inside of me. It felt amazing.

“More,” I moaned. “I want more.” I was totally lost in the feeling. I didn’t know what I was saying. My two buddy’s were just innocently lotioning up my asshole after shaving it when their fingers accidentally slipped inside of me, and here I was finding pleasure in it. What was wrong with me?

Darius chuckled, “What a greedy little jock.” Suddenly, he jammed three fingers in along side Trevon’s one. I cried out at the sudden stretch, but the pain gave way in a moment. Trevon’s one finger was curved around and was pressing against a spot that had me seeing stars. Meanwhile, Darius’s three fingers were furiously pumping in and out of me.

“Oh Oh Oh Oh, “ I was moaning every time Darius’ fingers made Trevon’s press into that spot. I knew I had to stop or else. I almost felt like I was gonna cum, but that wasn’t possible. I had never heard of a guy spurting just from having his asshole teased. I wanted to tell them to stop, but I was long past being able to form words. My eyes were rolled back and my tongue was hanging out of my mouth and licking against Malik’s shaft through his sweatpants. I was making noises I had never heard come out of my mouth. My nipples were hard, and after having been played with for the last hour, they were cherry red and sticking out about an inch.

“Fuck, Mikey, you should see yourself,” Trevon said absent-mindedly. But the moment he said it, it was like a light bulb went off above Darius’s head.

“Yeah. Fuck. That’s such a good idea. Mickey, do you want to see your little hole? You should really check out this smooth pink boi pussy. You ever looked at your little puck, Mikey? I think you should. Maybe if we show it to you, you’ll know how to fix it. Maybe the problem is that you’ve never seen your own pretty pussy up close.”

“Ok,” I stammered out. I couldn’t imaging how they were going to show me my tiny puck, but I also couldn’t really concentrate on what they were saying; i was singularly focused on those thick black fingers stretching out my straight, teen hole. After all the afternoons spent spanking my puck after school, how had I never thought to put a finger in my puck? I was so grateful that this unfortunate accident had shown me a new form of relief.

“Here, Mikey. I’ve got an idea. I’ll take some pictures of it, and then you can look at the pictures. Winston, let go of his legs, and go get my phone to snap a few pictures of this sweet pink hole.”

Winston let go of my legs and went to fetch the phone. The two sets of hands inside of me stopped moving, but they didn’t take their fingers out. Frustrated that they had stopped feeding me their fingers over and over, I clenched my spasming boy hole around the fat fingers up inside of me and huffed. I’m sure I must have looked like a petulant toddler. Here I was again being inches away from some sort of release, only to be told no again. How man times was I going to get close to that feeling — the feeling of being close to cumming with my ass — only to be denied. It was driving me mad to be brought up to the edge over and over again.

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daddysperfectjock

The Sleepover

I am in love with @dumbhornyjock ‘s stories, and it inspired me to write something of my own.

I went to sleep over at my buddy’s house the other day, and some real funny things happened. I’m a little sheltered, and I don’t know if they were “funny-ha-ha” or “funny-uh-oh.” I was wondering if I could get your thoughts… did I do anything wrong? Am I going to be in trouble?

It all started when I was in math class the other day. My needy, little puck started to tremble in the middle of class! I could feel it itching and sort of pulsing in my shorts. In fact, it’s been happening quite a bit lately.

Wait. I guess I should tell you a little about myself first, huh? My name’s Mikey, and I’m a junior in high school. Like anyone, there are some good things and some not so good things about me. I’m kind and helpful and I’m great at sports. But the flip side is that I’m a little ditzy and maybe a little too shy. I don’t have many friends… but that may be because we move around so much. My dad’s in the military.

I guess the other thing you need to understand before I tell you about the other night is this: my dad is sort of controlling, and he has really high expectations for me. I only tell you this because he’s sort of who I’m worried about. I just don’t want to disappoint him. He has a very specific idea of who he wants me to be, and he pushes me to meet those expectations. And for the most part, I’ve met them. I AM his perfect, straight, blue eyed, blond-hair jock of a son. Sure, I may be dumb, and I look more like a runner than a meathead. But he loves that I don’t chase girls or go to parties and that I’m still a sweet, naive kid still even tho I’m 18 years old.

Wait. There’s one more thing you need to know so that you can really understand my problem and hopefully help me. I’m embarrassed to say this, but you need to know. My ass is abnormally large and soft. In fact, it’s usually the first thing people notice about me. At almost every school I’ve ever been to, people have called me “bubblebutt” or “bubble boi” and never even bothered to learn my name. I mean, I get it… I have this tight, perky jock body with this gigantic, pillowy ass that sticks out like a shelf. I get that it looks ridiculous. I get why some people swat and spank it as I walk down the hall while others can only stand and gape. I only tell you this because it might be the reason my straight, teenage puck pulses like it does all the time.

Anyway, back to that day in math class. I couldn’t think about anything but my tight, needy hole, and so to relieve the feeling, I sort of sat on my hand and worked my long fingers up between my big cheeks. With my fingers wedged in between my giant ass cakes, I rocked back and forth to relieve some of the pressure. I was in the back row, and I knew no one could see me so I started to really grind down on my fingers in the middle of class. It felt sooooo good. I guess I got lost in the feeling because I let slip a quiet whimper. This big, black linebacker who sits front of me whipped around when he heard my shakey moan. He took a brief glance down and saw me rocking back and forth with my hand disappearing down the back of my tight shorts. I was worried he was going to make fun of me, but he just grinned and winked. I must have turned bright red… I was humiliated to be caught massaging my puck in the middle of class. I yanked my hand out of my pants, and planned how I could avoid Darius for the rest of the day.

After class, I slipped out into the hallway, but Darius caught up to me. He draped a huge muscled arm around my shoulders and leaned in close to whisper in my ear.

“I saw you scratching that itch during class. You know, I got an itch that needs scratching too. Maybe we could help each other out.”

I couldn’t believe Darius had the same problem as me. I gaped at him for a moment and then I asked, “You mean you have a fluttering, little boy puck too? How do you handle it?”

Darius chuckled, “I’ll show you just how I handle a needy little puck. Come to my house tonight. We’re having a sleep over.”

I quickly agreed. I couldn’t believe I scored an invite to a sleepover at the captain of the football team’s house! Darius was so cool, and strong, and handsome — everyone in school just worshipped him. And he wanted ME to come over so he could help me with a problem I had been embarrassed to tell anyone about. ME who had never been invited to a party before because kids always assumed I was too innocent. I just couldn’t believe how lucky I was. I wondered if any other kids from school were going to come by for the night too or if it would just be the two of us hanging out all night.

I arrived at Darius’ house later that night. My dad had been really reluctant to let me go; it was a school night and my he didn’t love that I had made friends with someone who was a year older… and — I hate to admit this —black. My dad was racist and elitist and he didn’t want me making friends with the wrong crowd. I finally talked him into it by telling him that there was a good chance Darius could help me get onto the varsity teams if I’m really nice to him. My dad would agree to anything in the name of his perfect son’s sports career.

When I got there, Darius was palling around with Trevon, Malik, and Winston — three seniors who were on the team with him. They were all much bigger than me, but I chalked that up to their being seniors while I was still a junior. Whereas my body was all lean muscles, these guys were big and bulky. They looked like men, while I still looked like a boy — a boy with an impossibly juicy and massive ass, that is. When I walked in, I felt 4 pairs of eyes on me in an instant, like I had interrupted some private conversation or secret plot. They were looking at me like they were about to pounce, and I felt a little uncomfortable. I mumbled my thanks for the invite, then asked Darius where his parents were.

“Oh don’t worry, champ. They’re out of town tonight. That’s why I knew it would be the perfect night to help you with that little hole of yours.”

“Darius!” I gasped out. “I don’t want everyone to know. It’s so embarrassing.”

“No. No. Mikey. It’s ok. I already told the boys about it, and they also want to help. We were hoping to get a quick look at it before we get on to anything else tomight.”

Winston smiled invitingly at me and said, “Come on, Mikey. Isn’t it time you made some friends? We can be reeaal good friends to you. You know, the type of friends who help each other with… whatever it is they need.”

Trevon and Malik were grinning as they walked over to me. They were on me in a second, and their big hands began rubbing my shoulders. They were tracing their fingers along my neck and over my pecks. Meanwhile, Winston went to make me a drink — something he promised would loosen me up.

“Come on, Mikey, show us that itchy, little hole.” Malik was panting in my ear. It made me feel a little light headed, and Trevon slid his big paw down the back of my gym shorts. He started kneading my left check with his rough hand.

“Yeah Mikey,” added Trevon, “I hear you got some trouble with that puck. Let’s see if we can help. I reaaallly want to help.” I felt overwhelmed with these two bulky, black men flanking me and rubbing me with their big hands. And, it wasn’t just the way they were toying with my body that was making me feel so good. My heart felt like it might explode. I couldn’t believe I had made four new friends so easily. And it was so considerate of these guys to want to help me and to make me feel relaxed and at home.

“Ok… but you guys have to promise not to make fun of me. The only reason I’m showing you is because I know you just wanna help. I was scared to tell anyone about my hole, and you guys are so accepting. I gotta say, It’s nice to have friends I can trust with this.”

“Yeah yeah. cool,” Mailk said. “Now, show us that beautiful ass.”

I slid my gym shorts down my long legs and spread my heavy cheeks wide while arching my back a little. My huge, soft ass was spread apart, and I could feel the cool air hitting my puck. My soft cheeks jiggled and swayed, framed only by a light blue jock that was just a bit too small causing my soft, creamy cheeks to bubble out over the ass straps.

Malik whistled low and Trevon whispered in my ear, “Mmmmm. That’s pretty.” His hand stopped groping my meaty cheek, only to drag a rough finger against my hole. I gasped out, but Malik softly hushed me. “It’s ok, kiddo. We’re only here to help. That’s what friends are for, right?” The pad of Trevon’s finger was stroking my pulsing hole, while Malik began to knead my right pec.

“I know, “ I choked out. “It just feels… it’s a little overwhelming. I’ve never had anyone touch me there, and it’s all happening so fast. But… ah… I trust you guys.”

“Maybe we should get Winston and Darius to take a good look at it.” Malik’s hot breath tickled the shell of my ear, and I couldn’t help but shudder. “Maybe feel around if they have to. Here, Trevon, you and me, let’s hold open these big, juicy jock cakes so our boys can really see what that hole can do.”

Malik reached down and roughly grabbed my right cheek. Trevon took hold of the left one, so that my tight pink knot was completely exposed. Meanwhile, their other hands roamed around my chest, I’m sure in an effort to soothe me while I was in such a vulnerable position.

Occasionally, one of them would grind the heel of his hand against my nipples on accident as they were massaging my pecs, and I would let a moan escape. I don’t know why, but it felt so good. I’m going to have to try playing with my nipples the next time I’m at home slapping my puck for relief after school. It was almost like my hole and my needy, pink nubs were connected; every pinch and pull sent sparks down my spine directly to my pulsing hole. Who knew touching my nipples could feel so good?

At this point, Winston came back with some drinks. He walked over to me, and rather than hand me the glass, he crowded into my space and tipped the cool liquid down my throat for me. Can you even believe how nice these guys were? They were pampering me like I was their only care in the world.

With Trevon and Malik flanking me on either side, and Winston in front of me feeding me a drink, I was surrounded by giant black jocks. I thought to myself how much my dad would hate the idea of not just one new black friend, but four. I was suddenly surprised to feel warm breath against my hole. I flinched, but Darius said in a calming voice, “Easy there bud. I’m just getting a good look at your twitching little puck.”

I felt Darius’s fingers rubbing soft circles around my hole, and tapping right on my puck. Then he spoke, “You know, bud, I’ve got a theory about why your hole might be so twitchy… You have a bunch of light blond peach fuzz all around your puck. I’m wondering if it might be tickling you.”

Trevon instantly jumped on that idea. “You know what? That’s actually a really smart idea! Mikey, we need to make sure you’re completely smooth down there, and then we’ll see if you still have the problem.”

The other two voiced their support, and with four friends cheering me on, I could only agree with the group. After all, it did sound like a smart theory. I nodded my head and said, “ok. That sounds good. Do it.”

All of a sudden, Darius changed his mind out of nowhere. He started tracing his fingers all around my hole and tickling my ass lips. He even used a few fingers to lightly spank my puckhole just like I sometimes do. He petted the soft hair around my hole and hummed, “Gosh I don’t know… You didn’t sound sure. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want, Mikey. I’ll only do it if you really think it’s a good idea… ask me to do it, Mickey. Tell me to make you smooth.”

“Do it. Please. Make me smooth down there. I want to be hairless. Please.” I don’t know when it happened, but when I spoke, I noticed I was panting and gasping for air. Darius playing with my hole, and Trevon and Malik pawing at my chest had made me feel dizzy and hot. My legs were trembling, and I couldn’t concentrate. Winston poured some more liquid down my throat as I rested my hands against his broad chest.

“Say, ‘Make my pretty hole smooth like a girl.’” Winston whispered against my lips.

“Please. Just… oh! please make my pretty hole smooth, like a girl. Please Darius, help me with my tiny pink hole!” I pleaded. I would have repeated anything I was told; that’s how overwhelming the sensations were. It was like a burning wave of pleasure was spreading out from deep inside my hole slowly out to the tips of my fingers. My eyes lolled back into my skull, and I started panting and moaning only centimeters from Winston’s lips.

Suddenly, Darius ripped his hand away, slapped me hard on my gigantic bubble butt, and stood up. “Ok, stud. Whenever I hear begging that pretty, I’m always happy to help.” Whatever had been building in me suddenly subsided. I had been so close to something… I don’t know what. But it had been stolen from me and for some reason I felt frustrated to have not reach what I had been so close to. I must have whined because Trevon and Malik both started whispering soothingly in my ear. “There there, beautiful. Easy does it. Pace yourself. Its gonna be a long night.”

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toobig-toobad

“Such a beautiful mouth, wow. We can’t let that go to waste, boy. We couldn’t resist trying your tight ass first, but now you can lick us all clean and hard again for round two.”

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tamanduaknytt-deactivated201904

I saw him at Berghain last weekend, wearing this blindfold and skirt. His body was also adorned with jewelry and oil. In the primal chaos of the dancefloor people he could not see would pass by to touch him while themselves remaining unseen. The alluring image stuck with me and, as usual, I started having visions of ropes. Like often in these situations I was overcome by the desire to make the dreamlike vision materialise.

#bondage #rope #suspension

est199o

WTP 🐈

#lingerie

kinkycomics

Scene from a recent party, doms be careful (and precise) what you wish for! ;-D

Hey, I'm submissive guy from Madrid, wanna talk?

Sure, hit me up.

discordcomics

To celebrate the last third of the Sir, Butler and Boy Kickstarter I’m doing a classic Like, Comment and Share style giveaway of the Original Cover Artwork!

This pen and ink drawing over light blue sketch measures 30x42cm (23.5 x 33 in) and would add a homoerotic touch to any homo-decor.

~ Each like, comment, share or retweet counts as an entry, multiple entries are fine. ~ Winner will be drawn noon 1st March, just before the kickstarter ends ~ Entries are open all over the world, just make sure I can message you on twitter/tumblr/facebook ~ Original art will be signed and sent in a plain brown poster tube ~ Winner has 3 days to respond or I pick again

ouchdoesnotmeanstop

Just what I’d like to preside my workspace

interrogado

top4jock

“Getting fucked by me will be a lot more fun than anything you will be able to get that girl to do with you tonight,” I said in his ear when I saw she left to go to the bathroom.

He looked at me like I was crazy, but then I pout my hand on his shoulder and gently urged him off the bar stool. By the time she came back to the bar, we were halfway to his place.

He gagged, choked, and spit up when I fucked his throat. He screamed when I took his ass. He whined and begged when I did not let him cum. He protested when I plowed my cock into him in the middle of the night. After I pumped that load into him, I fell asleep, still inside him.

When I woke up in the morning, he was in the kitchen making coffee and eggs. He thought I was going to make him suck me off again when I put him on his knees, but he started swallowing fast when he realized I was giving him my morning piss.

I did have him lick my pits and ass before i took a shower. Once I was dressed and ready to go, he handed me a scrap of paper. It said “Brian, 555-6942.”

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