The Jock’s Favorite Secret

THE LOCKER ROOMS : PART 1

During tennis practice, Ryan was unable to concentrate. His serve was the weakest, half of them being hit straight into the net. When his coach gave him the mean, tired look, he understood his cue to take an early leave.

He entered the common locker rooms that were at the centre of the few playgrounds and was a common place among all the other athletes there. Since he left early, he was the only one in there, and he swiftly wiggled out of his tight tshirt that did nothing to hide his piercings and the high shorts.

His n*****s were sensitive, and so the brush of his tshirt gave him a mild tickle throughout his body, and his first trigger was a memory of last night.

“So you did wear it,” a voice suddenly said, and Ryan jumped in his place to look for the source of the echo.

Of course he saw Brooks, standing in his Football uniform, his slack low enough to show some of his pubic hair, the shape below it was as mesmerizing to Ryan as warmth on a winter night. He was shocked but obviously knew what Brooks was talking about.

Brooks had left his jockstrap on Ryan’s crotch before he had left Ryan to fall asleep last night. Wear it… for me. It will make you think of me. And when you will think of me, I’ll be there, I promise, p***y Baby.

Thinking of it made Ryan hard and he realized it only after Brooks looked down at him— an obvious reaction. Brook’s face turned into a smirk and he slowly walked over to the younger boy: all submissive in his demeanor, standing against the cold, steel lockers. His back hit the shelf when Brooks came too close to him and he shivered when he felt strong fingers delicately brushing against his thin, ticklish belly. The pin there heaved with his body— a breathlessness so intense, his five-incher shot erect and he felt it touch Brook’s right thighs.

“So hard…” Brooks whispered, “so hard for me, p***y Baby?” And then his hand slipped slowly to the c**k, palming it, applying the slightest pressure.

Ryan nodded shamelessly. Yes.

Their lips met again, this time tongue-first and there was a bitter taste, smooth and wet, sticky, but sweet as well. Ryan’s hands flew helplessly to the older Jock’s back and held him there, pushing him in. And he obliged.

Ryan melted, his body becoming more and more useless to himself and soft moans of pleasure escaped his wrapped lips. When they parted he blushed looking into golden eyes that stood firm. There was something about Brooks, a feature or more, strong, dominant, lovable.

“I want to do so many bad things to you, p***y Baby.”

“Uh… wh-what, things?”

He laughed lightly.

“That cheerleader, Morgana, wants me to bang the s**t out of her.”

Ryan then froze. There was an urge to move his body more but he didn’t. His stomach began to churn a little too much at the thought of Brooks doing something to anyone— especially a girl. The thought almost seemed unnatural, and his eyes widened ever so slightly.

Brooks obviously noticed this.

“Little does she know what I want to plough is a lot more different than what she can offer…” And then he pecked the horny little Tennis Player against him. “Don’t worry. I will take you with me whenever I’d do something like that,” he then added, “but no girls allowed.”

Brooks then shoved his tongue down Ryan’s throat just for two seconds and retracted it to spin the boy around and make him push his ass out. He knelt then and forcefully pulled his jockstrap off from the younger boy. He kissed the left cheek and then spread them apart. Holding each in a hand made them feel like a forbidden fruit that he needed to devour. Ryan kept huffing and puffing but Brooks was too distracted by what was in front of his eyes. A dark entrance.

He was entranced by it and slowly dipped his face between and gave it a tentative lick.

“No— Broo— isn’t that… gross?”

Brook finished licking and then looked up.

“Why? You taste clean… Do you not like it?”

Ryan’s face contorted with embarrassment. “What? No, obviously I am! I always a— uhhhhhh!”

Ryan’s chin rose in excitement as Brook’s tongue pierced the tight hole and sent him into a trance.

“Aahhh… huhhh, oooohhhhhh, Oh shit.. that— it feels…”

Between the intense tongue-f*****g, Brooks looked up, making loud wet noises and with his left hand, reached out and grabbed the bottom’s hair and pulled it sideways. Ryan forcefully looked below, their eyes meeting and Ryan turning hotter with the dirty yet hot sight below him.

Brooks then suddenly left the hair and used his digits to shove it inside the tightly opening entrance of the young boy, his tongue and two fingers softening and opening the ass hole so well— Ryan screamed erotically, his voice loud and clearly echoing throughout the lockers and showers. (He was semi-conscious though, he knew there wasn’t anyone around)

“f**k, Baby. Your so wet and soft. So willing… I’m almost not even doing anything. Your p***y is sucking my digits inside… even deeper,” he then kissed the stretching hole and added another finger that pulled another loud moan from Ryan, “if you keep going like this, slut, you’ll be able to take my fist too.”

Ryan half-gasped and half-moaned, whatever the hybrid of that was, and his eyes shot wide at those words. His body tingled even more, and his entire stature, half arched, vibrated ever so slightly. The hairs on his body stood up in excitement (just like his c**k).

Brooks felt that vibration and he smirked, his right eyebrow lifting, “Aahh, you seem to like that.” He then forced his finger past the curving walls of the end of Ryan’s intestine and touched something familiar that had Ryan jolting again. Brooks then violated every restraints he had and plunged his fingers on that spot very roughly. His intentions were clear and fruitful, as Ryan kept bursting with tears, sobs, pants, loud and very erotic grunts, unable to form words, holding the base of his own tiny c**k and the tufts of Brook’s dirty blonde hair.

By the way his body was convulsing, Brooks realized that Ryan was already spilling his c*m uncontrollably on the lockers (who knew whom that belonged to). The bigger athlete then took the opportunity to do both: (a) bite the left cheek of Ryan’s plump, firm yet jelly-ish ass and (b) force a third finger inside the very tightly stretching gape where his three fingers were already ploughing. It was unforgivable the way it was brutal.

“f**k p***y Baby, you’re going to make me c*m just like that too in these dirty slacks,” Brooks breathed against the soft cheek and then kissed the teeth(ed) bruise he left there and continued, “that’s exactly what you want, don’t you, you slut?”

“N— No— aagghh, I can— can’t handle it… more… please…. Aaaaaaahh f*****g—— please! please! plea———— se!”

“Beg for it, b***h!”

“Nghh—- aaah, please, please— Daddy! FU— Ck— f**k ME, PLEASEEEEEEE!!!”

Ryan’s voice turned into a squeak, because in his unaware, sexually charged rant and begging, Brooks had already released his free member from his tightening slacks, freed his sweaty, dusty body of any garments and spat on his massive 11-incher to push it through Ryan’s wild, wild p***y.

He was although too large to fit in in one go. His organ of a c**k entered without hesitation, but upon hitting a resistance from his b***h, he stopped halfway. He didn’t want to injure such a young p***y so soon. It will need time to get used to it all. And it will grow. And it will blossom and thrive.

But for now, Brooks took a breath and held Ryan’s squaking body by the soft, hairy yet smooth stomach, one of the hands reaching to the pierced belly button. He spoke in soft tones, as if to a small child, coercing, encouraging, at the same time protecting.

“Yeah, Baby, such a good p***y boy. I know you can do it baby. I won’t hurt you and you know it. Because you need it so bad. Already halfway in there.”

Ryan, in turn was a mess, his slit still dripping droplets of c*m, and his body still vibrating— both with pleasure and shock and his brain frozen in fogged up mingles of pleasure and pain. He felt fully stuffed and yet there was some very strange determination, some hope and need to take it all the way.

And he did it. He began pushing back and only concentrated on his Top’s words. Such a sweet p***y. So good. So ready for Daddy.

His hole opened so wide, he couldn’t fathom how far it could actually open to instead of being torn apart.

Brooks stopped for a second, dumbfounded by the way Ryan was swaying his hips. As if he knew he was the sexiest thing in the room. He saw Ryan’s ass move rhythmically, spinning a little, and trying to take a little more of him every time. It was his mind now that drifted to mindless thoughts. f*****g my c**k like I am just a glorified dildo.

“You really are just a c**k-hungry w***e, aren’t you?” He said those words, and then forgot about the world. He thrusted his hips all the way and made sure his two big testicles dangling below his c**k touched the cheeks. He heard Ryan’s shriek— and threw his hand straight to the Tennis Player’s mouth, shoving his fingers in— the same ones that were in the Tennis Player before. He then leaned forward and whispered clearly into Ryan’s ears.

“The Anus is an incredible tunnel, Baby. It can take in almost anything. There are no limits to its stretch. And I am going to make sure you gape. And that every f*****g time you sit, stand, walk, or sleep, you’ll only thing of my c**k and my body.”

Ryan’s submissive demeanor began evoking more, his body completely useless, abused and about to be abused more— until the brim of his limits. He thought for a second, he’s going to f**k my mind.

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