MyJockStrap
05-15-2005, 09:18 AM
Homeward Bound
There was a smell of sweat and heat in the room. The steam from the showers crept in on the draft created by the fans from the football equipment room. Jockstraps and sweatsocks were tossed along the benches between the lockers. Practice was over and the weekend was just ahead. Two days off and no meet. Two days to screw off! The sounds of laughter and boyish pranks covered their conversation.
"I just gotta tell you guys. I got the greatest thing since jackin' off at my house. The foster kid my folks took in is a fag. I made him suck me off the other day and it was great. Man he is one good little cocksucker, and he even got himself off while he did it. My dad caught us in the act, but I blamed it all on him. I mean, like who's my dad gonna believe, some stranger or his own son. So anyway, my parents are gonna be gone for the weekend, and I was just wondering if you guys were maybe in the mood to get sucked off?" "Sure!" "Great, let's go!" "I'll give the little faggot something to get off on!" "Yeah, right here, man!" Their laughter rose to join the noise of the other wrestlers from the team.
The four jocks entered the house, anticipation making them nervous and noisy. "Yo, little foster brother, you home?" No reply. "Guess he ain't home yet." The boys headed for the basement gym to wait for their victim. "As long as we're here, we might as well toss the weights around a little." "Yeah, let's get all pumped up so the little fag will be all turned on." "C'mon man gimme a few reps." "I'll spot you." As they boys took turns spotting and doing sets on the various bars around the basement, they were getting hot, sweaty and horny. "Push out just one more for me, yeah. Work those muscles, I wanna see you ripped and hard, yeah." Just thinking about the little cocksucker who was going to take their loads made them pump the weights harder. They urged each other on during the workout, but at the same time they were turning on to each other. All the talk of reps and pushing, pecs and muscles made them even hotter. As the sweat ran down their bodies, their dicks started to get as pumped up as their muscles.
The back door opened and they could hear footsteps above them. "Hey, little brother, c'mon down here. I got something for you!" Footsteps coming down the stairs signalled the boys into position. As he entered the room and walked towards his foster brother, the three team mates blocked his exit. "Hey little bro, I bought a couple of the guys home to meet you. I told the man what a good little fag cocksucker you were and they were just dying to meet you." "You bastard, if your dad catches us down here I'll be kicked out for sure. Especially after what you made me do last time!" "Not to worry little man, they're gone for the next three days. Won't be home till Monday night. We got three nights of fun in store for you, right guys?"
"Yeah, you little cock sucker." "We're gonna have fun with the little foster faggot!" "Yeah, three nights of fun with your foster cocksucker!" They moved closer and continued to taunt him. Their workout had them all warmed up and ready and they weren't about to waste any time. They had him down on the weight bench; one held his arms behind his head and one held his legs. Straddling his chest, his foster brother started rubbing his cock across the boys lips. He tried to resist but one of the guys grabbed his cock and balls and crushed them in his grip. As the scream of pain escaped his mouth, his brother's cock entered it. He pumped it slowly in and out as he called to his team mates, "See, I told you I had the greatest thing since jackin' off. Oh man this feels great. I'll get his mouth all ready for you guys. C'mon little brother, show 'em how they taught you at that orphanage. Suck it all the way down."
As his foster brother proceeded to pump harder and deeper into his throat, any resistance was met by a twisting of his cock and balls. Two of the boys held his arms and legs firmly and the more his balls were crushed in that grip, the harder his dick would rise. As much as he protested, it was turning him on. The four hot sweaty jocks working him over started getting turned on by the scene that was playing out before them. Two of them pulled off the boy's jeans and jockey shorts and noticed his hard sticky cock. "Hey, he's sportin' quite a boner for someone who says he doesn't like it." "I think the little fag likes being worked over." "Maybe we should rough him up a little bit more and get him really hot and bothered."
With that the boy holding his legs lifted them up onto his shoulders and started to pull him back towards his cock. The boy at the front held his arms even tighter above his head. He was being stretched between the two of them, with the third man handling his cock and balls, and his foster brother fucking his mouth. He could feel the head of his captor's cock pressing against his hole, and he fought to tighten his ass and keep the invading cock out. "Spread that ass and let me in there or he'll rip your balls off" the boy yelled as his team mate yanked his nuts high into the air. The pain in his sack was immediately replaced by the pain in his ass as the cockhead forced its was into the opening. The only lubrication was the sticky flow that was coming from the hot jock's dick as it split the boy's butt apart. He tried to scream in pain, but the sound was muffled by the load of cum that his foster brother started shooting down his throat. The taste and feel of the sperm running into his mouth took his mind off the pain in his ass, and the dick slid in to the base.
His foster brother got up from his chest and his position was taken by the boy who had been manhandling his cock and balls. He found a new, hard cock in his mouth, and began to notice that it was different than his brother's dick. This one seemed longer and thicker and, as it went in deeper, he started to gag. His foster brother gripped his balls roughly and warned him, "Take it all the way little brother. Don't you fuck up now that the guys are here. You suck his cock real good or you'll lose these nut of yours." His throat ached from the cock that was being driven into it, and his ass felt like it was being split apart by the hard shaft pumping in and out. As he strained to suck the rod in his mouth, he could feel the warmth deep inside his guts as the team mate shot his load. The sudden emptiness in his butt startled him, but was quickly filled as the boy who was holding his arms changed places and began to plow into his ass. Again he noticed the difference in the way this cock felt inside him, and the technique the boy used to fuck him. His mouth and ass were being much more brutally abused as the boys started relaxing and really using him. They were fucking his mouth and ass much more wildly than at the start, and he found his own cock growing harder than he had ever thought it could get.
His foster brother started pounding on his dick with his fist, jamming it into his balls with each rough stroke. The pain in his balls mixed with the pleasure of having his cock worked over. He sucked and fucked the cocks within him hoping that by milking them, his own cock would find release. Slurping noises filled the room as his face was pumped by the jock at his chest. His ass strained to meet every stroke of the hot young wrestler whose dick was buried deep with him. He thrust his dick into his foster brother's grip in a vain attempt to fuck the hand that was abusing him. As he bucked and strained another load started flowing into his mouth. The taste was nothing like his foster brother's cum as it ran down his throat. He could feel the balls slapping at his ass as the dick within it started to erupt . He felt a much larger load shoot inside him until it started to ooze out of his stretched hole and run down his butt. The two pulled their dicks out of him and he felt almost empty.
Two boys still held his arms and legs and his foster brother fisted his dick until he let out a low groan. He felt a hand at his ass and suddenly several fingers were inside him, tormenting his stretched hole. "I can feel my cum in his hole, man. I wanna keep it all up there so he doesn't lose a drop." His brother abruptly stopped pounding his cock and just held the boy's balls in his tight grip. "Don't you lose any of that cum inside you, little brother, or I'll jerk these right off!" The boy began to writhe and make guttural noises as the fingers probed within his ass. He could feel the cum fighting its way from his tortured balls. "Look at this, the little fag is getting off. Fuckin' queer" As the boys taunted and laughed at him, his dick shot his pent up load all over his chest and stomach. "Look at the fag, he shot without even jerking off." "Boy he must really like getting worked over by a bunch of guys." "We'll have to share him with the rest of the team, that'll really get him hot." "Yeah, then we can really fill up his asshole." As the cum stopped flowing from his battered cock, he felt humiliated and abused. Maybe he really did like getting worked over like this. Questions ran through his mind as he lay there, sore, drained and dripping with the cum of the wrestlers.
He woke and found himself alone in the basement. His ass was burning, his jaw ached and he was caked with dried cum. He didn't know how long he had been asleep. He remembered the events that left him in this condition and fear rose within him. Did he really get off on this abuse? He had shot a load, hadn't he? Did they leave to get more members of the wrestling team? It was very early on a Saturday morning when he quietly cleaned himself up, threw his few belongings in his backpack and decided it was time to leave his foster home.
There was a smell of sweat and heat in the room. The steam from the showers crept in on the draft created by the fans from the football equipment room. Jockstraps and sweatsocks were tossed along the benches between the lockers. Practice was over and the weekend was just ahead. Two days off and no meet. Two days to screw off! The sounds of laughter and boyish pranks covered their conversation.
"I just gotta tell you guys. I got the greatest thing since jackin' off at my house. The foster kid my folks took in is a fag. I made him suck me off the other day and it was great. Man he is one good little cocksucker, and he even got himself off while he did it. My dad caught us in the act, but I blamed it all on him. I mean, like who's my dad gonna believe, some stranger or his own son. So anyway, my parents are gonna be gone for the weekend, and I was just wondering if you guys were maybe in the mood to get sucked off?" "Sure!" "Great, let's go!" "I'll give the little faggot something to get off on!" "Yeah, right here, man!" Their laughter rose to join the noise of the other wrestlers from the team.
The four jocks entered the house, anticipation making them nervous and noisy. "Yo, little foster brother, you home?" No reply. "Guess he ain't home yet." The boys headed for the basement gym to wait for their victim. "As long as we're here, we might as well toss the weights around a little." "Yeah, let's get all pumped up so the little fag will be all turned on." "C'mon man gimme a few reps." "I'll spot you." As they boys took turns spotting and doing sets on the various bars around the basement, they were getting hot, sweaty and horny. "Push out just one more for me, yeah. Work those muscles, I wanna see you ripped and hard, yeah." Just thinking about the little cocksucker who was going to take their loads made them pump the weights harder. They urged each other on during the workout, but at the same time they were turning on to each other. All the talk of reps and pushing, pecs and muscles made them even hotter. As the sweat ran down their bodies, their dicks started to get as pumped up as their muscles.
The back door opened and they could hear footsteps above them. "Hey, little brother, c'mon down here. I got something for you!" Footsteps coming down the stairs signalled the boys into position. As he entered the room and walked towards his foster brother, the three team mates blocked his exit. "Hey little bro, I bought a couple of the guys home to meet you. I told the man what a good little fag cocksucker you were and they were just dying to meet you." "You bastard, if your dad catches us down here I'll be kicked out for sure. Especially after what you made me do last time!" "Not to worry little man, they're gone for the next three days. Won't be home till Monday night. We got three nights of fun in store for you, right guys?"
"Yeah, you little cock sucker." "We're gonna have fun with the little foster faggot!" "Yeah, three nights of fun with your foster cocksucker!" They moved closer and continued to taunt him. Their workout had them all warmed up and ready and they weren't about to waste any time. They had him down on the weight bench; one held his arms behind his head and one held his legs. Straddling his chest, his foster brother started rubbing his cock across the boys lips. He tried to resist but one of the guys grabbed his cock and balls and crushed them in his grip. As the scream of pain escaped his mouth, his brother's cock entered it. He pumped it slowly in and out as he called to his team mates, "See, I told you I had the greatest thing since jackin' off. Oh man this feels great. I'll get his mouth all ready for you guys. C'mon little brother, show 'em how they taught you at that orphanage. Suck it all the way down."
As his foster brother proceeded to pump harder and deeper into his throat, any resistance was met by a twisting of his cock and balls. Two of the boys held his arms and legs firmly and the more his balls were crushed in that grip, the harder his dick would rise. As much as he protested, it was turning him on. The four hot sweaty jocks working him over started getting turned on by the scene that was playing out before them. Two of them pulled off the boy's jeans and jockey shorts and noticed his hard sticky cock. "Hey, he's sportin' quite a boner for someone who says he doesn't like it." "I think the little fag likes being worked over." "Maybe we should rough him up a little bit more and get him really hot and bothered."
With that the boy holding his legs lifted them up onto his shoulders and started to pull him back towards his cock. The boy at the front held his arms even tighter above his head. He was being stretched between the two of them, with the third man handling his cock and balls, and his foster brother fucking his mouth. He could feel the head of his captor's cock pressing against his hole, and he fought to tighten his ass and keep the invading cock out. "Spread that ass and let me in there or he'll rip your balls off" the boy yelled as his team mate yanked his nuts high into the air. The pain in his sack was immediately replaced by the pain in his ass as the cockhead forced its was into the opening. The only lubrication was the sticky flow that was coming from the hot jock's dick as it split the boy's butt apart. He tried to scream in pain, but the sound was muffled by the load of cum that his foster brother started shooting down his throat. The taste and feel of the sperm running into his mouth took his mind off the pain in his ass, and the dick slid in to the base.
His foster brother got up from his chest and his position was taken by the boy who had been manhandling his cock and balls. He found a new, hard cock in his mouth, and began to notice that it was different than his brother's dick. This one seemed longer and thicker and, as it went in deeper, he started to gag. His foster brother gripped his balls roughly and warned him, "Take it all the way little brother. Don't you fuck up now that the guys are here. You suck his cock real good or you'll lose these nut of yours." His throat ached from the cock that was being driven into it, and his ass felt like it was being split apart by the hard shaft pumping in and out. As he strained to suck the rod in his mouth, he could feel the warmth deep inside his guts as the team mate shot his load. The sudden emptiness in his butt startled him, but was quickly filled as the boy who was holding his arms changed places and began to plow into his ass. Again he noticed the difference in the way this cock felt inside him, and the technique the boy used to fuck him. His mouth and ass were being much more brutally abused as the boys started relaxing and really using him. They were fucking his mouth and ass much more wildly than at the start, and he found his own cock growing harder than he had ever thought it could get.
His foster brother started pounding on his dick with his fist, jamming it into his balls with each rough stroke. The pain in his balls mixed with the pleasure of having his cock worked over. He sucked and fucked the cocks within him hoping that by milking them, his own cock would find release. Slurping noises filled the room as his face was pumped by the jock at his chest. His ass strained to meet every stroke of the hot young wrestler whose dick was buried deep with him. He thrust his dick into his foster brother's grip in a vain attempt to fuck the hand that was abusing him. As he bucked and strained another load started flowing into his mouth. The taste was nothing like his foster brother's cum as it ran down his throat. He could feel the balls slapping at his ass as the dick within it started to erupt . He felt a much larger load shoot inside him until it started to ooze out of his stretched hole and run down his butt. The two pulled their dicks out of him and he felt almost empty.
Two boys still held his arms and legs and his foster brother fisted his dick until he let out a low groan. He felt a hand at his ass and suddenly several fingers were inside him, tormenting his stretched hole. "I can feel my cum in his hole, man. I wanna keep it all up there so he doesn't lose a drop." His brother abruptly stopped pounding his cock and just held the boy's balls in his tight grip. "Don't you lose any of that cum inside you, little brother, or I'll jerk these right off!" The boy began to writhe and make guttural noises as the fingers probed within his ass. He could feel the cum fighting its way from his tortured balls. "Look at this, the little fag is getting off. Fuckin' queer" As the boys taunted and laughed at him, his dick shot his pent up load all over his chest and stomach. "Look at the fag, he shot without even jerking off." "Boy he must really like getting worked over by a bunch of guys." "We'll have to share him with the rest of the team, that'll really get him hot." "Yeah, then we can really fill up his asshole." As the cum stopped flowing from his battered cock, he felt humiliated and abused. Maybe he really did like getting worked over like this. Questions ran through his mind as he lay there, sore, drained and dripping with the cum of the wrestlers.
He woke and found himself alone in the basement. His ass was burning, his jaw ached and he was caked with dried cum. He didn't know how long he had been asleep. He remembered the events that left him in this condition and fear rose within him. Did he really get off on this abuse? He had shot a load, hadn't he? Did they leave to get more members of the wrestling team? It was very early on a Saturday morning when he quietly cleaned himself up, threw his few belongings in his backpack and decided it was time to leave his foster home.