“Fuuuck, baby,” he moaned, his head tipping back in bliss as he gripped my hand upon his washboard abs, his big cock sliding in and out of my warm throat. “Damn, bro,” he exclaimed. “You keep suckin’ me like that, and you’re gonna get a mouthful of my sweet cum.”
I knew Deshawn from back in high school. Well, maybe knew is too strong a word. He was the kicker for our football team, and I was the lowly water boy. I took the thankless job just so I could ogle the players in the locker room, their floppy cocks swinging between their legs as they went to and from the showers.
Deshawn had the biggest cock on the team by far. That long, dark, anaconda hung all the way to his knees. One dude once tried to start calling Deshawn “Donkey Dong,” because, well, it was true. But Deshawn slapped him upside the head and ended that quickly.
One night, I had to stay late after a game to wash and dry towels in the rickety washer and dryer next to Coach’s office. As I was folding towels, I heard the distinct sounds of fucking—moans and grunts, skin slapping skin. I tiptoed into the locker room and found Deshawn flat on his back on one of the benches with his girlfriend Lawanda grinding on his big cock.
Lawanda was gorgeous, the captain of the cheerleading squad. Her beaded braids swung freely, her ample breasts with dark nipples bouncing up and down as she rode his rigid anaconda cowgirl style until they orgasmed in unison. It was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen. And thankfully, Deshawn never noticed me spying on them or he would have kicked my ass.
I didn’t see much of Deshawn after football season ended. We were in different circles. I wasn’t even sure he knew my name, as all the players just called me “Water Boy.”
I started college in the fall, and was surprised to see Deshawn at our dorm orientation. I didn’t approach him, too afraid he wouldn’t recognize me. But a week into classes, he passed me in the student union.
“Yo—Water Boy,” he greeted me with a big smile, fist bumping me. I was shocked he remembered me. “I didn’t know you’re going to State, too.”
“Yeah,” I nodded, perhaps too eagerly. “I’m surprised you’re living here, and not in the athletic dorm. You’re not playing football anymore?”
“Nah,” he shrugged. “They were gonna redshirt me, and I ain’t got time for that shit. Honestly, it’s a relief to just be a student and not have the pressures of playing ball.”
“No doubt,” I agreed. “What about Lawanda? Is she going here, too?”
“Nah,” he shook his head. “She’s taking classes at City Tech. We—uh—actually broke up over the summer.”
“I’m sorry,” I sympathized.
“You still suckin’ dick?” he asked, changing the subject with a smirk.
“I heard Trip Vance was drunk off his ass at Amber’s graduation party and got you to suck his fat cock in a bathroom,” he laughed. “And then Amber walked in and busted y’all just as he sprayed his load all over your face.”
“Jesus, that mother fucker would stick his fat dick in a toothless whore if he needed to get his rocks off,” Deshawn laughed riotously.
“Oh, man. I’m sorry,” he apologized sincerely. “I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t mean that you’re a—”
“Nah, it’s cool,” I interrupted, trying to seem calm about it. “I can laugh about the whole thing now,” I lied.
An awkward silence fell between us. Though I was embarrassed that he brought up the Trip Vance incident, I was glad Deshawn knew that I liked sucking dick. Now was the time for me to act—to strike while the iron was hot.
“What about you?” I ventured, staring boldly at his bulge. “You must be getting tired of your right hand now that you’re single again. You need that big cock sucked?”
“Nah, bro,” he shook his head. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m, like, flattered and all. But I don’t swing that way, you get me?”
“Uh huh,” I nodded, deflated.
“Plus, I got me a date lined up for tonight,” Deshawn smiled deviously. “A fine as hell bitch. I’m taking her to Luigi’s for dinner and hoping she’ll gimme some pussy pie for dessert.”
“You go, bro,” I fist bumped him as he turned to walk away. “But if you ever change your mind, I’m in room 435 at the end of the hall—it’s a single, so drop by anytime.”
Yet I knew Deshawn would never come see me. Thanks to that fucking asshole Trip Vance and the cum facial he had given me, I had become a laughing stock. I had to accept that Deshawn was never going to feed me his cock.
I went on Grindr that night. My profile got a few bites, but nothing that tempted me. I wanted Deshawn, but he was probably balls deep in his hot date at that point. I admitted defeat and want to bed.
It was just after eight the next morning when I heard a steady knocking at my door. What the fuck? I didn’t have morning classes and was looking forward to sleeping late.
“Yo—Water Boy,” I heard Deshawn’s inimitable voice from the other side of the door. “Open up, bro.”
“Deshawn?” I opened the door groggily. “It’s like eight in the—”
“She was on the rag,” he cut me off, pushing into my dorm room. “Why do bitches always say that? And she wouldn’t even jerk me off. It’s such bullshit.”
“Man, that sucks,” I sympathized, rubbing my eyes, trying to wake up.
“Your offer still good?” he asked, one eyebrow arched. “My balls need some relief, bro.”
“Fuck yeah,” I exclaimed. “Strip down and get on the bed.”
Off came his shirt, revealing his muscular, ebony chest that I had ogled so many times in the locker room, and then his shorts. Holy fuck. That dark anaconda swelled and stretched to a full 12 inches.
“It’s a big one,” he winked gripping it in his fist, the one-eyed head swelling in response. “Not sure if you knew.”
“Uh—everyone in the entire school knew that you’re hung like fuck,” I laughed. “Even the teachers.”
“Yeah, there’s no hiding this monster,” he slapped it against his open palm as he reclined on the bed. “So what you waiting for? Have at it, bro.”
Climbing between his legs, I gripped his big dick by the base. Normally I might start with some ball work, or some slow licking up and down, teasing the guy before sucking him. But this was no normal cock, and I didn’t want Deshawn to change his mind before the party started.
I needed to prove my skills straight out of the gate. And so I sword-swallowed that 12-incher, taking it all the way down my throat, deftly sliding it past my tonsils and into my esophagus.
“JESUS CHRIST,” Deshawn gasped, looking down at me, his balls pressed against my chin, his kinky pubes tickling my lips. “How the fuck are you able to do that?”
“Practice,” I came up for air, saliva stringing between my lips and his cock.
“Bro—ain’t no bitch has ever been able to deep throat me like that,” he shared, pushing my head back down on him, his cock sliding down my gullet once more. “That is fuckin’ insane.”
With my head bobbing up and down on his thick anaconda, taking it from tip to base over and over again, I reached up to caress his washboard abs. Deshawn grasped my hand and held it to his body.
“Fuuuck, baby,” he moaned, his head tipping back in bliss as he gripped my hand harder, his big cock sliding in and out of my warm throat. “Damn, bro. You keep suckin’ me like that, and you’re gonna get a mouthful of my sweet cum.”
That was my goal. I could have sucked that big cock all day, no lie. But Deshawn’s backed-up balls had another objective. My hand cupped his balls, finding them to be hugging his body tight. The boy was about to bust, and I planned to be ready for it.
“Fuck, bro,” he moaned, looking down at me as I continued to swallow his cock up and down, my pace steady and unrelenting. “I’m getting close—I’m gonna—I’m gonna bust.”
I could feel that monster cock swelling down my throat. Rapidly I pulled up, resting his engorged cock head on my tongue. I wanted to feel and taste every last drop of his creamy cum as it spewed into my awaiting mouth. I didn’t have to wait long.
“SHIT,” he grunted, cum ejecting forcefully from that one-eyed anaconda, my lips sealed around his shaft. His thick jizz hit my tonsils, pooling on my tongue as I tried to swallow every last drop.
“Fuuuck—Fuuuck,” he moaned over and over again as he continued to pulse in my mouth, his balls going empty. Greedily, I kept devouring that pearly elixir until the well ran dry.
“Damn, bro,” he exclaimed as I released him, his cock smacking audibly against his washboard abs. “You really know how to suck a dick.”
“Thanks,” I replied bashfully, licking a few drops of cum that had escaped my lips and dripped down his balls.
“Yo—I gotta get to class,” Deshawn announced abruptly, grabbing his clothes off the floor, his spent dick swinging between his legs. “I’ll hit you up later.”
I didn’t hear from Deshawn later that day, or the next, or the next. Fuck. I wanted to be his regular cocksucker, not just a one-and-done.
But then I saw him in the cafeteria a few days later. He was hanging with a group of ebony-skinned jocks who were all hot as fuck, like Deshawn. I wasn’t going to approach him, but he saw me and waved me over.
“Yo—Water Boy,” he greeted me. “Meet my boys,” he gestured to the guys surrounding him. “Marcus here has got an apartment off campus. We’re having a little party tonight—drink some beer, smoke some weed. It’s gonna be lit.”
“Cool. Have fun,” I shrugged, missing his intent.
“Have fun?” Deshawn laughed, mocking me playfully. “Your ass is gonna be there, Water Boy. I told my bros all about your—uh—special talent, and they all want a turn.”
His jock buddies all nodded at me conspiratorially. And then Deshawn leaned into my ear. “Any chance you take it up the ass? ‘Cause a few of us are wanting to give your back door a try. Bitches just won’t do that shit.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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