A gay story: Cock Boys Ch. 01: John Hot 18yo muscle and Twink teens, one trains his best friend, seducing his Cock Boy.
This is my first story, so any helpful comments would be appreciated. Feedback is welcome!
I hope you enjoy the building tension detailing my best friend, John’s, extended seduction and full service training as he becomes my first Cock Boy. The other boys fall in line quicker. Training always gets the planned results. If you get off reading this, let me know.
**Any sexual activity described is with characters 18 years old or older**
Cock Boys 1 John
My best friend of 10 years was deep throating my big cock, getting it lubed for his 18-year-old muscled, cunt. He gagged and choked slobbering all over 7-inch’s of girthy cock. We were sweaty from a fresh lifting session in his gym and my boy couldn’t get enough of my cock juice. He had just finished begged me to work my magic in his tight ass, hoping for a big prostate orgasm. Getting him to this point in his Cock Boy training took a combination of seduction and teasing…
It seems like yesterday, when I was 18-years-old, in grade 12 and constantly horny with so much testosterone coursing through my blood. My cock was ready to go whenever I wanted. It also had a mind of its own, swelling up rock hard and becoming quite noticeable, urging me to seek relief. All the fit, good looking boys in town got my cock stirring, whether they were muscled up or Twinks.
January of my high school senior year, when my boy and I turned 18, was when our Cock Boy life took off. It really got hot with only three months of high school left, after winter break.
Planning and persistent training bred a stable of horny Cock Boys to play with. Some took patience to nurture; others came along willingly. I enjoyed the thrill of seducing the boys to service my never-ending horny desires. This chapter is how John was turned into my first and favorite Cock Boy.
My name is Billy. I was 5’11″‘, 155 lbs, and fit with a 7″ fat and 5.5″ girthy cut cock. I had short, scruffy, deep black hair with wild bangs. I was in high school track and helped manage the school hockey team all year. Track and lifting with the team gave me a lean, muscled frame, not bulky but definitely in great shape.
My best bro since middle school was a forward on the hockey team and did track as well. John was a fit 6’ stud, 170 lbs, and pumped with bigger muscles. He had dirty blond hair in an unkept wavy flow that perfectly framed bright blue eyes. I envied the way his veins popped on his arms when working out. We were always in good shape, more callisthenic than overly muscular. You might say we both had muscled, trim builds until he bulked up over our senior year. His uncut cock was 8″, but not as thick (4.5 circumference) as mine.
Even soft, our two cocks were impressive showers, both wide and swinging 5″ long when soft. Our young balls hung tight, accentuating our cocks.
We lived a couple blocks apart in a small western town, an hour from the city. My dad was the local doctor, and my mom managed the clinic. Because of their work hours, I learned to take care of myself. That independence and confidence came in handy as I developed my coming Cock Boy stable.
John’s dad passed in grade school in a truck accident. His new step-dad travelled often as a pilot, away 80% of the time. I didn’t know John’s step-dad and shorter step-brother Tyler, much. They moved in last year. Tyler’s Twink frame was thin and lean from running and soccer. He had turned 18 in December.
John’s MILF mom, Jill, stayed home. She had insisted I call her mom. She volunteered two days a week at our high school, driving all the boys and male teachers crazy. Jill and John had my hormones raging. Looking back, I should have acted on our needs sooner.
He didn’t seem interested in Mom’s hot body. In retrospect, that indifference to mom’s curvy body unconsciously bothered me. Later, it encouraged me to make John accept his suppressed Cock Boy desires.
He loved to openly flaunt his huge cock in front of the other senior boys, flopping his cock around the locker room or shower. I was less of an exhibitionist, but the boys were in awe of my big meat as well. We joked together, walking with our towels over our shoulders. Our 5″ soft cocks put the others to shame as we strutted proudly.
The added girth and my smaller frame gave me a visual advantage over John’s show. That is until John sprung his usual hard-on in the showers or on the walk back with me. Funny that he usually only watched me in the shower.
We did everything together, so I guess it wasn’t a surprise that we were in similar shape. Back then, we had tight abdomens but no defined six-pack yet. I remember jacking off nightly, remembering his hot body, picturing him naked showing off for me. Sure, we had sleepovers before and hung out, but didn’t hang it all out, if you know what I mean.
I caught glimpses of his big bulge in his loose sleep boxers and sweat pants way too often. When we were alone, he’d smirk at me showing off; often thrusting his hips to watch his cock move. It always seemed to get him harder.
Like most boys our age, hormones fueled our thoughts full-time. All we talked about were sports, video games, and nutting. We spent countless hours hanging out, swapping stories of our plans and conquests with the girls. For me, it always got me hot and horny listening to John’s stories.
He loved to talk about getting lucky, describing in detail how they stroked a big cock or chocked a big cock down their throat. He seemed to prefer fantasizing about them riding him over fucking her. It became obvious that he was a bit submissive in his stories, and it wasn’t clear who they were. Looking back, he could have been describing a guy or girl doing him or as it turns out himself servicing my big cock.
Our stories never failed to fuel a hard-on, and John tried but failed to hide his hardening 8-inch meat from me. I, on the other hand, didn’t hide my bulging briefs and hard cock from John’s watchful blue eyes.
Those blue eyes of his got me hard as much as his bulging boxers. I let it happen; what else should I do? We both got off with him watching me. We were hard more often than not.
As virgins, I did okay with the girls around town. He was too shy (or too submissive?) to date much. Had I been more experienced, I would have realized and put John into one of his stories, servicing my cock sooner.
Backing up the story to early in January, we had both turned 18, our final year of high school. His mom had been bugging me for gift ideas.
“Billy, you’re John’s best friend; what does he need that he doesn’t already have?” My mind went to our naked school showers and his dick teasing me all day long. John’s swinging monster, loose in his boxers, was getting hard more often, at least around me.
As a joke, I finally blurted out, “John needs jocks. Why don’t you get that”, adding, “for all his sports?”
She gasped slightly, thinking about my suggestion. Frustrated with her husband’s frequent absences and maybe a bit incestuously excited about John’s developing hot teen body, she quickly agreed.
“Don’t worry, I’ll pick them out and order for my boy.” We surfed on her laptop until I ‘ finally’ came across International Jock. A site I jacked to for years.
We gifted him his first of many jocks, celebrating his birthday two days late. Mom wrapped up two varsity athletic jocks, and I gave my boy a white cotton Armani jock. John blushed when he opened them in front of his mom, stepbrother, and me after supper.
She insisted on seeing John in the new Armani jock. My muscled boy was blushing, saying, “Mom, no way I can’t do that”.
I jumped in, sensing an opportunity. “Come on boy, it’s the least you can do for mom”.
Smiling, “I’ll even help you”. I grabbed his arm and pulled my big boy to his room. Fiddling with the straps, I held his first jock out for him to step into. He stripped excitedly.
Kneeling down with John’s new Armani jock in hand, I watched him take the first unknowing step towards training as my Cock Boy. “Step in here, John.”
His cock was starting to fill as a I pulled up his jock and adjusted the straps for my boy. I got him contained in the pouch before he could spring a full 8″ hard-on.
“There it fits perfectly.” My hand naturally patted his ass a few times, like it had so many times before. This was so much better; I got to linger, checking the fit and straightening the jockstrap. I could barely bring myself to stop caressing his naked ass and glancing my finger across his growing bulge.
“Wow, Billy; thanks. I love it.”
“Go show mom.”
Walking together, I left my hand on his ass, steering John to the kitchen. He glanced down at me, blushing, while beginning to show an increasing bulge in his tight jock pouch.
Mom looked him over completely, while an initially stunned Tyler sat wide-eyed beside us.
Mom’s first comment was, “Is it too tight out front, Billy?”
“Maybe, I can try to fit him in a bigger pouch; the waist size is perfect.”
“Honey you must like it?” “Maybe he’s just a bit excited down there Billy?”
John’s cock throbbed as we discussed his jock, like he wasn’t involved. He fidgeted, looking down to the floor and back to my smirking eyes.
“Let’s wait and see after a few days, mom.”
I was lightly rubbing his back and ass with my fingers to hold him in place while she finished inspecting his exposed jock body. I let go when she came over and ran her hands down his chest and arms before settling onto his bulge. Surprisingly, it began to deflate.
What’s wrong, baby? Mom looked unhappy, not quite mad, but I could tell she didn’t expect her gorgeous boy to react like that to her touch.
“Mom, it’s embarrassing being like this.”
John kept his eyes on me, looking for permission to return to his room.
“Nonsense, you look so cute; I love you, baby.”
Just as mom stepped back, Tyler reached up and gave John’s exposed ass a firm spank, agreeing with mom and me. “Looks fine, step-bro; better control for your junk than those loose boxers.”
John jumped away. Turning into me, his cock started filling fast. His bulge rubbed my side before he turned back, glaring at the Twink. I sat down, smoothly pulling John beside me, nodding in agreement with Tyler. I also took note that Tyler had also been watching or at least noticing John’s cock.
It was hot to see my boy react positively to a spanking by another guy. I held him in place with my hand on his leg. Then began lightly rubbing his thigh and innocently grazing the side of his pouch with my fingertips. It was all keeping my boy pretty hard.
“What do you say, boy? Don’t you like it?” He was looking at Tyler and Mom, hoping they didn’t catch my double meaning.
“Nno; thanks for the presents.” Too afraid to draw attention to his groin by looking down or to me, he dug into his cake while his hard 8-inch cock dug into his new bulging pouch. Little did he know then that jockstraps would be his only underwear option going forward.
Once done, he jumped up, quickly turning his full jock away from us. We were treated to his tight naked ass as he raced off to his bedroom.
After the birthday cake, I was quick to suggest we upgrade all his underwear. We all agreed for him. He was switched from boxers to jock underwear from that day on.
I chatted up mom, while Tyler followed after John.
I went up 5 minutes later and found Tyler listening against John’s closed door. Tyler whispered, “I think he’s jacking”. Nodding I pulled the Twink back and walked in on John. He flinched on his bed, in the process of pulling up his new jock. His cum rag was out and fully loaded.
Tyler followed me in and couldn’t stop looking at John’s big load covering the cum rag. I pushed him out of the bedroom, before pulling out our homework. I wanted my boy to be at ease in his jock and not embarrassed having obviously just nutted.
In only took 10 days, constant praise from all of us sparked a transformation in my muscled boy. No longer shy, he strode around jocked up and proud. He was soon stripping down to his jock at home and in my basement bedroom for sleepovers.
Mom drank him in with her eyes, maybe happy to have some eye candy and probably hopeful that John would take her. He loved the silent attention from mom, while Tyler and I were more verbal about his muscled jock look. Mom hadn’t touched John since the birthday jockstrap reveal. Tyler had taken to copying my ass grabbing and patting his ass with me.
Living in a small town, we ordered jocks online every week. I filled the cart with selections for my boy, while he watched over my shoulder. White soft day jocks in many variations and more daring colors for his athletic jocks surprised mom with each delivery. I considered putting him in a thong, but loved the pure athletic look of jocks. Plus, there were plenty of styles to choose from International Jock.
His mom brought the new shipments upstairs while we were doing homework. She always peeked inside, and chose one for John to ‘try-on’. She insisted on John ‘modelling’ the new jock each time. By now, I had been ordering larger pouches when available for his day jocks. I loved the bigger bulge the larger pouches afforded my Cock Boy. His cock was more free to swell and throb when wearing those. The athletic jocks kept him more restrained when needed, especially for sports.
I got to watch John strip off one jock and pull up each new jock. He usually sprung a hard-on, filling the pouch as he came over to me, head held down, blushing from embarrassment. He ‘secretly’ got off showing me, knowing how it was turning him on. He craved being vulnerable and naked. I loved it.
“How does it look, Billy?”
Before grabbing his ass, I traced the waistband to the front, feeling the new material taking shape over a throbbing crown and hardening cock. My hands felt the heat from his hardening meat as I commented on the quality (of the cock) of the material.
“Seems well made, boy; give me a minute ”
He spread his legs so that I could ‘better inspect’ everything. Everything! Pulling myself up holding a handful of clenched tight ass, I marched John’s jocked ass to his mom. Each time, I was as horny as John to be showing him off in various jocks.
Half the time, Tyler called us into his bedroom to inspect John or followed me into mom’s bedroom for John’s fashion show.
John’s MILF mom had unmet needs like any sexy person, denied by the long absences of a lover. Having John in his jock full time probably didn’t really help her. Mom’s eyes followed John around the room when he was home. Her flirting and touching our arms and upper bodies had not gone unnoticed by me. John was clueless about Mom’s flirting. That, plus her ever-more-revealing clothes that year, gave my cock the hardest time.
Mom would squeal and hug John after the big (bulging) reveals, as I watched. He probably could have been fucking her and losing his virginity if he had been tempted or inclined.
Oh, Billy, that jock is perfect for our stud.”
Her big tits mashed my chest as her head nuzzled into my neck. She must have felt my hard rod, because her hugs started to include some grinding up against my throbbing bulge.
She sent us away giggling, “Thanks again, Billy”.
“Mom, stop thanking Billy; he isn’t in charge.”
John typically returned to his room and just wore his new favorite jock. On reflex, he throbbed in his bursting pouch whenever I praised his jock or touched him. Feeling his muscles, ass, and jock bulge were keeping me hard as well. Once back in his room, I usually tried to tease him into fucking our MILF mom, but John wouldn’t bite.
Still fully clothed, I swatted his exposed butt as I left each night. Of course, I was in charge.
Looking back, I now understand why a house full of cum sluts never hooked up. Apparently, John had eyes for something else.
From that 18th birthday, he no longer wore clothes around me, just a soft white jock, and would change into a variety of colored athletic jocks for any sports.
At 18, my cock need was becoming desperate for something besides my hand or kissing and petting with one of the small town girls. That something was going to be my boy, John. My thing for him exploded with his jock wear and growing exhibitionism (and cock). I just couldn’t stop thinking about his smile, bulge and body.
Stripped to a growing variety of soft white jocks, he made a game of holding up his backpack and walking around the locker room, collecting guesses for the color of his athletic jock before pulling it out. The continued exhibitionism, praise at home, and personal jock pride in his body led him to be increasingly comfortable on display for the other boys. Sometimes he got hard doing it. It happened so fast, and I was careful not to look at his package and jock bulge for fear of them discovering my lust or the other guys calling me out as gay.
Somehow John acted normal when throwing a rod in front of the other senior boys. He wasn’t shy, just the opposite, and seemed to get harder if more boys saw him.
I knew I was at least bi for John, but was not ready to openly announce my sexuality in high school. College was going to be my planned playground (some hot stories with hook ups, roommates, and in the gym).
By the end of January, I had pumped out more than a few gallons of boy juice, imagining John’s naked body and cock under my direction. He’d jack me, blow me, and I dreamed of tapping his sexy ass.
It was easy to like John; all the girls and guys got along with him. He had a friendly and easygoing nature. John usually went along with my suggestions or decisions.
We were inseparable. We shared lunch, hockey, track, and weekends together. You can imagine that the last semester was shaping up to be hard on me, cock hard.
Being around his hot body at home, in the gym, and locker room, not to mention showering together, were real turn-ons. He always picked a locker right across from me. It didn’t help that he was as horny as any other 18-year-old teen boy.
That was obvious once he slipped his jock off, usually after I sat down to undo my sneakers and peel off my sweat-soaked t-shirt. John’s package would be at eye level as he twisted around to get his towel before we strolled into the old-style open group showers. He would throw a rod in the shower or after almost every time. The other boys got use to it happening and envied John’s monster 8-inch cock. It dwarfed all the other senior boys.
It might have been a natural reaction for some of them. But springing wood also seemed to fuel an epidemic of hard cocks dripping pre-cum. Most were either dripping going to and/or coming out of the shower. Every one of those 18-year-old teen boys was in one stage or another of a hard-on.
Probably the combination of being super pumped after a hard practice or athletic competition and raging hormones were why we never needed much to spring a woody. Sweaty ass, pits, dicks, and veiny muscle were not in short supply for anyone looking. And I was looking, but none compared to what John had going for him.
John always waited for me to finish showering before leaving with me to get dressed.
“You ready, Billy?”
“Yeh, let’s go stud.”
I got the feeling he liked it when I took the lead. He dried the least possible before pulling on his white cotton jock, still with water droplets glistering and dripping from his muscles and hair. It’s like he was a prisoner of his need to live in a jock. I loved how he looked in that ‘prison’. His defined bulge and his smile risked setting off my cock as my mind wandered, dreaming (or planning, ha ha) of using this Cock Boy for my pleasure.
He didn’t dress, going around in his jock talking with the other boys as they dressed. He was always the last one in only his underwear. His big hands cupped and rearranged his pouch and straps. Did he get off being on display for me, himself or the boys? Or was it simply his submissive Cock Boy nature showing itself. I looked him over as I dressed, finally having to remind him, “Get dressed, boy, you can’t leave like that”. My laugh and any others in earshot had John blushing before he pulled on his clothes to catch up to me.
My unquenched lust for John was increasingly taking its toll on me. Online stories feed my fantasies for the past year. I imagined countless new plans to have my way with John. I got some satisfaction from taking advantage of typical jock ass slapping.
I have been giving all the senior 18-year-old players an encouraging ass grab on and off the ice, like athletes do. John just got a lot more attention once he took to wearing jocks. Every chance I got to be alone with my boy, at sleepovers and when changing in the locker room, had me pawing, patting, or holding his ass. Sure, I ‘had’ to give the other senior guys asses some attention in the locker room to mask my preference for John’s jock-wrapped bubble butt. In my defense, I played the role of a positive motivator for the team.
From those jock fashion shows for mom, John seemed to lean into it whenever I patted his ass. When stripped down to one of his jocks, his ass was like a magnet for my hand. Jocks were his sole uniform of choice in the locker room, at his house, and during sleepovers. I wore briefs under my clothes to contain my frequent hard-ons.
We took turns were we slept every weekend that winter. At least 2/3rds of the time were at my place. My basement bedroom was secluded and private, while his 2nd floor bedroom was beside his step-brother and parents bedrooms. Unfortunately, the two twin beds in my bedroom meant we never slept together, albeit only two feet apart. His bedroom had a futon, but he usually gave up his bed for me. I slept in loose boxers while, you guessed it, John now wore his day jock to bed. I didn’t know if he knew it, but his day-old package exuded a hard-on-inducing musk.
He preferred sleeping at my house due to the privacy. He was more likely to keep his ass and hard bulge within reach of my hand(s) as we played Xbox on the floor or watched reels on the bed together. Not to mention feeling each other up to ‘critique our gains’, when flexing our developing muscles.
All those chances, and we hadn’t yet stroked each other’s cock.
During our sleepovers John would always ask me in passing before going to shower each night. Not really asking permission, but unwilling to simply go on his own. By then he had been out of reach of my hands, in bed. It was usually around midnight, we were horny after watching porn and trading sex stories. “Billy, mind if I grab a shower before bed?”
Of course I told him to go ahead. “Yeh, go freshen up, take as long as you need.”
He jumped out of bed with a massive hard-on pressing against his jock. Only a naive fool wouldn’t know what his shower was really all about. Which is why ‘my dad’ took down the bathroom door to be painted, a job that wasn’t getting done anytime soon.
I sat at my Xbox, as cover, to watch him. He stripped off his jock, damp from precum, waiting for the shower to warm up. His hand usually started jacking his big cock. I could just see his arm jerking and ass clenching. Stepping into the glass shower, he wasted no time lubing himself with conditioner. There was no pretense soaping himself. It was all about pleasuring himself. He was already pretty fired up before asking to shower, now free to stroke he couldn’t hold back. I rubbed my hard package while feasting my eyes on my tall muscle boy.
He was singularly focused on nutting, meaning I was free to watch him stroke his meat and blast a huge load of boy batter. He pumped his cock using both hands, forming a tight fist tunnel. Getting close, he tweaked his nipples and tugged his tight sac gripping his boiling balls. One hand never stopped stroking. Twisting and lightning fast strokes to the crown sent him over the edge howling in relief. I watched his well practiced routine and loved how he finished himself off and strutted out of the shower. He as too quick for me to finish, but I didn’t mind the evening’s climax.
Stepping out of the shower dripping wet, he dried his junk before pulling back on his used jock. Walking out, looking pretty satisfied, he finished drying himself. I was taking in his wetness as he slowly toweled off his muscled body. His bulge shock teasingly as he dried his hair.
John innocently asked, “What you playing bud?”.
“Nothing much, just waiting to use the john, John haha.”
I didn’t want him to think that I was openly watching him. My boy needed to feel safe to freely masturbate in my shower.
Even though his quick nightly shower strokes never gave me enough time to jack, I could count on the morning’s main event for my time to cum. It was always the perfect chance to stroke out a big load with or really too my horny boy John.
By morning, those hot shower images and my steely, morning wood, sure made for an explosive combination. Each morning, whether at my house or his, I sent him off to shower first, so that I could take care of my horny hard cock. Telling John to have his morning shower lit my fuse. I slid into his bed, with the sheets still warm from the stud’s smoking hot body. At home, it gave me the perfect angle to watch John play.
The morning show started the moment he peeled off his 24 hour jock. I had a good view of his ass and big morning wood as he tested the water temperature.
My meat was ragging and was hard as a rock. His wet teen skin was smooth and hairless showcasing his muscles. I wish I could tell him ‘You look so hot’. He soaps himself and lathers his cock and balls with slick hands. Holding his head under the shower spray blinded him to my viewing pleasure.
Under the shower spray, he worked to finish himself off. One hand braced himself against the shower wall as his knees buckled. He bent over trying to make himself last as long as possible enjoying the morning stroke. His hard muscular body strained while slick, soapy hands played with his balls and stroked his cock until he blew. He lingered in the shower still stroking his soft 5″ and palming his tight spent balls. It took a few minutes of calming himself under the spray, giving me much needed time to finish myself off.
He might have come to realize what his personal sex show did to me, but didn’t let on. Little did he suspect how he would turn out to be my submissive Cock Boy.
There is no time for my lube if I was going to cum before John got out of the shower. So I stroke myself off, concentrating on a quick finish. I squeeze my balls, pulling them tight and slathering my pre-cum all over my crown, twisting and jacking over my hard cock, there’s no time to edge. I just let myself go watching John actively jerk. Remembering his naked jack off session last night and twisting my grip around my purply hard cock had me on a hair trigger. Picturing my boy John working my cock had me ready to explode every morning. I finished myself off imagining his lips wrapped around my pulsing cock. Cumming with a big load onto the cum rag, pretending it was John felt so right. Getting up for my shower still leaking cum, i finished wiping my dripping tip off before throwing it back on his bed, wadded up full of fresh cum.
After my shower, I noticed the cum rag was folded and placed on my side of the night stand. John was either a neat freak (not) or sucked off all of my fresh cum. After seeing the evidence again, I knew John definitely had a taste for my cum.
Once I knew he was swallowing my load each morning, I made sure to also stroke out a fresh load into his cum rag, instead of using the shower stall at his house. That way, my big Cock Boy got fed his morning load of cum regardless of where we slept. A few times, he had the telltale traces of fresh boy cum on his chin. It was so hot seeing the evidence of his taste for my cum. It was definitely a sure sign, foreshadowing his true need to service me fully, as my needy cum dump Cock Boy.
At his house, the shower was down the hall, so I rarely walked in on him at night. But you know that I made sure to stop in every so often to catch him obviously jacking behind a shower curtain. Teasing him with “Slow down big boy” or “Having a good time boy?” Just encouraged him on. To far gone to stop he almost always hummed and grunted as he blew his load (for me). I left him to cool down and finally strut back to bed in just his jock, for a change not obscenely bulging.
Mornings at John’s, I still crawled into his sheets to fill his cum rag. My expert hands got me ragging hard. What got me really horny was imagining using my Cock Boy fully and the memories of John’s naked muscled body and bulging jock pouch, stuffed with his hard 8-inch meat.
Returning to the bedroom, damp and sporting a fresh jock, his eyes betrayed his desire. They searched momentarily, locking onto the full cum rag. Just that, all but guaranteed successful Cock Boy training. That little slut, fuck, it was hot knowing how much he loved ‘secretly’ eating my cum. I spanked him once lightly on my way to shower, “Morning boy.”
Too hungry for my cum to reply, he just yelped, “Oh!”
The evening showers sessions or shows as I like to think of them ended once we started to jack off together.
But first I needed to get him excited enough to start openly stroking together; then it wouldn’t be a stretch for him to help a buddy out by jacking me. Getting his plump lips around my hard cock and tapping his virgin muscled ass would soon follow. Turning him out to be my submissive Cock Boy was my horny mission.
Two weeks in, he had aa growing variety of brands and styles of soft white cotton jocks. Some with wide waist bands and others with the tiniest straps, all those jock pouches tried their best to wrap his junk and contain his big 8-inch cock and heavy balls. Much to my eye’s delight.
His athletic jocks had that stereotypical sexy wide band. Some were solid in color and others were mixed. I first saw the hot pink jock that mom secretly bought after she eagerly handed me the package as we walked in after school.
“Thought my boys might enjoy this one.”
“Thanks mom.” We both answered in unison.
“Billy, have John put it on for us.” Us? What’s mom thinking?
We rushed upstairs to see what she meant. I couldn’t believe it. Passing the package to John, he reached in to see for himself. Mom must at least suspect or know outright that her buff son was mine. He couldn’t strip fast enough to pull on her gift, a pink jock. My boy looked hotter than ever as I pulled his pink-clad ass to show mom. She smiled at me, obviously having figured out why he didn’t lust for her.
He wore it for our championship hockey game, causing the locker room to cheer and holler.
He wore all his jocks low in the front. It was extra revealing and sexy, not to mention giving his big cock more pouch to fill. The waistband naturally curved up over the top of his high butt, making it show under his shorts or jeans.
I had long ago encouraged him to shave his body, like me, to showcase his muscles better. Getting him to shave off his happy trail was an easy next step for my boy, especially with his new jockstrap life. One mention and he was shaved the next day. His jocked body looked even sexier.
“Nice, boy, keep it up.” Not sure if I meant his big cock, the shaving or both.
“Ok Billy, thanks, I think it feels better too.”, as one hand he rubbed the smooth skin over his shaved happy trail and the other cupped his package on pure reflex.
During our sleepovers at my place, he was quick to strip off any pants or shorts to hang heavy in a white jock. His bulge would noticeably swell as soon as he shed his clothes. Lastly, he’d pull up his t or muscle shirt while I busied myself, making it seem like I wasn’t watching his obvious strip show. He was always more relaxed in his jock, especially in my basement bedroom because of the added privacy. Hands on his hips, he’d wait for me to join him in my sleep boxers. Usually we flexed and posed, supposedly to judge how our muscles were changing.
That jock-wrapped bulge wasn’t his only asset. Sure, a fit 18-year-old teen in only a jock is a tasty treat for the eyes. Add a hot, curvy ass framed by the jock straps and waistband, and you’d be as horny as my teen cock. It was always easy to catch more than a few wandering eyes in the locker room.
I caught some 18-year-old boys watching his cock, others his bubble butt, and most glanced over his muscles. That heavenly ass was lifted so nicely. His 6-foot-tall teen frame, growing muscles, soft blue eyes, cute hair, and sexy jock were an overwhelming combination for any horny girl or boy looking. I was definitely a horny boy, but so were at least two others.
I made up countless justifications to pat and rub his butt: “Good job, let’s go, see you, time for bed, wake up, hurry, good game, hi, yes, no,…” The ‘reasons’ were endless. I couldn’t get over that feeling of power having my hand on my taller studs ass. He always thanked me for the positive comments that went with my ass-grabbing.
By bedtime, we were both raging and excited when, finally, a horny overload switch flipped on between us. Without saying anything, we both started to jack in bed. Luckily, it was light enough to see his silhouette lying on top of his covers, rubbing his bulge. In February, we started openly jacking together or was that for each other ha, ha.
He usually slides a pillow under his ass to push up his pouch-covered cock. It also rotated his bulge toward him, making it easier to play with his covered cock and oozing tip. He used both hands to slide over his covered cock, tip to base. He loved feeling himself up in his jocks.
We usually jacked off with only the bathroom light or our screens lighting each other.
If we weren’t watching porn on our phones, we’d be reading sex stories to each other. More and more, we’d just swap made-up sex stories, picturing how some girl would service us or how we’d lose our virginity. Sometimes I was the star, and more often than not, I told stories featuring John. He had a hot, sexy look and moan as the need to blast out his cum overcame him.
Any initial hesitation to openly jack in front of one another vanished quickly due to the building lust to nut together. At first, John would nut into his jock, too timid to pull out his cock himself. He rubbed his cock, which was practically pressing through the precum soaked pouch. He leaked so much precum that the pouch barely offered any resistance. Near the end, he would slide his fingers into the pouch to massage his cock and crown. Cum erupted inside his twitching jock pouch, soaking his fingers and leaking through the material.
I finally told him to pull his cock out like me in order ‘to finish cleanly before bed’. That’s how we really started jacking off our hard cocks. We both ached to relieve the lust generated from listening to each other’s sex tales and boiling teen hormones.
He could never hold back once his orgasm neared cumpletion. He’d have to struggle to drag his jock over 8″ of throbbing teen cock as he groaned, trying to hold back cumming. I could make out the silhouette of both hands wrapped around a raging 8-inch veiny monster, hands slick with the precum oozing from his tip.
I knew he liked my short heavy moans and the sloppy wet sounds my fully lubed 7-inch cock made as I fisted it. I always coated my cock and hands with Boy Butter to jack off with. It was my secret weapon for prolonged satisfaction and excited my Cock Boy.
John lost it: “Um, yeh, oh, oh, ummmm, that’s it, yes, ummmm”.
“Here it comes, Billy. I can’t stop it. Ugh, um, yes, um, yesss, ohhhhh.”
I knew he was into watching me during one of our jack sessions at an early February sleepover.
He sheepishly asked for my lube halfway into jacking his raw, exposed cock. “You think I can last like you if I try your lube, Billy?”
“Maybe, boy, but you’ll need my special mix.” Smirking at him, my eyes locked onto his soft blue eyes. He broke first, looking down to my cock.
“You really want it, boy?”
“Please Billy. I need it.”, became his cry for lube.
That’s when I would walk over to him. My 7-inch slick cock led the way as I slowly fisted it. My hand could only wrap halfway around the full shaft.
He scooted to the side of the bed and had the habit of stopping jacking and loosening his grip as I stood over him. His eyes wandered between my cock, the lube, and his cock.
“Ready for some lube, boy?” My eyes flicked from his blue eyes to lock on to his throbbing cock, held by his hands.
“Fuck yah, Billy, don’t hold back. Coat my massive cock,” he said, as he watched me slow stroking my 7″ x 5.5″ beast.
Leaning closer, my cock occasionally grazed his tip. I loved to edge and had precum pouring from my tip like a faucet. I pumped thick drops of my hot honey on his exposed crown and over his hands. His eyes were wide as I coated him. Frozen stiff, John couldn’t take his eyes off of my actions.
“That’s it, Billy; lube your boy.”
John was innocently thinking boy as in bro. I was only think about my boy slowly being seduced and trained to be my Cock Boy.
Next, I squeezed out a generous dose of Boy Butter over his hands and cock tip while also re-coating my cock over him. Excess lube dripped onto his abs or thigh.
“Coat that cock, boy, but don’t stroke yet.” I turned to hurry back to my bed.
Lying down on my back, we resumed jacking off together. He immediately followed my lead, stroking in sync with my sloppy stokes.
John’s eyes stared at my cock as he matched my pace, stroking tip to base or short-stroking the tip. I was vocal, breathing hard, and moaning as we jacked. He bit his lip to try to hold out and whimpered in ecstasy as we stroked.
After a few sessions, I had the sense that I was in command of his cock. My pace and technique would control his cock and the inevitable orgasm. If I wanted him to blow, I would speed up the short strokes on my cock head. Complementing him on his massive cock always pushed him over the edge.
“Doing good boy, stroke that beast of a cock big boy, Oh ummmm.”
My moans and wet stroking soon had him panicking for our cum rag. Hips trusting upwards, John would coat himself in white teen goo, moaning and panting.
“Ugh, ugh,ugh, ummm, yes, fuck, yah, that’s how you do it.”
Sometimes I worked our cocks slowly, making John sweat as the edging frustrated him.
I had gotten him to agree to announce before he was cumming so that I could ‘get the cum rag ready’. Really, he was asking my permission to cum. I could already tell when he was going to blow his nut. I saw it as a bit of a competition and always had John cum first before throwing him our cum rag.
“Um Billy, hurry, pass me the rag.”
John would wipe his load off his cock, hands, chest, and abs. Occasionally, he’d need to clean his face first.
He didn’t seem to be aware that I always held off for him to nut first. He often praised my stamina and asked how I could hold off blasting my cum for so long.
“Fuck your awesome Billy, teach me how to last that long!”
I’d grunt as I finally announced my time to cum and ordered him to bring back the cum rag, usually waiting till he was just reaching to finally pull up his jock. My urgent tone had poor John fumbling with his jock. He was conflicted about the need to bring it over asap and pulling up his jock. His blue eyes stared at me as I exploded across my chest and neck while cupping my balls tightly and stroking out each hot shot.
I started using a firm voice when he couldn’t bring me the rag soon enough to ‘prevent me from making a mess’. “John, you need to get over here quicker when I’m ready to shoot my load.” I acted annoyed at having to wipe up my cum shots.
Soon, John simply started crawling over to deliver our cum rag, as I continued stoking long after he finished. His jock would still be down around his legs as his 5″ soft cock and tight balls swung loosely.
I’d shoot off at his eye level. He watched me nut before he rose on his knees to pull up his jock and take back the used cum rag. Initially, I was surprised by that. I’d find it in the morning, wadded up by his pillow with only a telltale trace of our cum, having been sucked cleaned. It always ended up folded on my night stand, cleaned off again after my morning nut.
It wasn’t until later that I first wiped his cum-soaked chest for him. Acting fed up with his pleading for our cum rag, I walked over to him, holding out our well-used cum rag. Naked and standing over John, I ordered him to, “Hold still so that I can clean you off.” I soon inserted “boy” to that command.
“Boy, hold still so that I can clean you off.”
After wiping his fresh, hot cum into his skin. I was almost ready to nut too. “I’m so horned up from our stories, John.” Meanwhile, my left hand kept pumping my fat rod, waiting for my right hand to finish me off. I threw down our cum rag onto his chest, freeing my right hand. I was loving the dynamic of John’s body as my cum dump.
John helped a lot with a bit of role play and words of excitement, “You’re so big Billy, Cum for mommy, ummm, that’s what your girl needs”.
“Umm ughh, that’s so hot John.”
“You’re so sexy baby, love that big cock, want to fuck mommy? Give me your baby batter stud.”
Soon, John started lightly stroking his hand up and down my thigh. Eventually he grew bolder, sliding his hand between my inner thighs. I spread my legs, signaling him to continue. His fingers drew nearer to my tight balls, boiling with a big load of cum.
Feeling emboldened, I took John further down his Cock Boy path. “Quit teasing and grab my balls, boy.” From then on, his fingers played with my perineum as his hand tugged my tight balls.
John barely got his mouth open to say, “Ok”, before I tensed up. Unloading my cock onto the cum rag was always a huge turn-on for me. Ropes of my cum splashed across the cum rag and, invariably, John’s tight upper body.
“Empty those big balls Billy, yah, shoot that cum.” Like an open heart massage, his palm pumped my tight balls, draining my seed, as I nutted standing over him.
I used the soaked cum rag to try to ‘clean’ John’s chest and abs. His wide blue eyes would stare at our softening cocks. The wet sheen of cum covering him would eventually dry after I mopped up as much as possible on our cum rag (for him).
When I felt extra cocky, I’d shoot across his neck and face ‘by accident’, apologizing. “Sorry boy, my nut got away from me. Thanks for the help, John.”
“Pass me our rag boy to clean my cock.” He quickly picked it up from his heaving chest. After wiping my cock clean, I threw it on him. I never cared if it landed on his chest or face.
John tried his best to clean up, but a film of our cum was left drying all over his chest, abs, and face. John wouldn’t exactly openly lick his lips, but he never got mad. He’d try to laugh it off. “It’s ok, bro, I’m really tired after our nut. Time for some sleep.”
Jocked up in no time and pulling the sticky cum rag off himself, he rolled away from me, pushing it up beside his pillow.
Ass out, he began quietly licking and sucking off our teen loads. Probably thinking I was non-the-wiser, before drifted off into a deep sleep. It annoyed me that he could fall asleep so quickly. Having that jock framed ass under my gaze didn’t help me fall asleep. That plus the boy’s love of cum had me horny and impatient for my morning jack-off session.
One hockey practice, I laced up my skates to help with puck drills. I didn’t pull on any gear or hockey gloves. The boys thought it would be funny to snow me by stopping hard and spraying me with ‘snow’ (shaved ice). John took his turn and skidded to a stop. I had no time to move. In his excitement, John misjudged his speed and knocked my skates out from under me.
I fell forward onto an equally surprised John. All geared up, he was easily twice my size and would have broken my fall perfectly if I hadn’t sprained my wrists reaching out on reflex.
The school nurse wrapped my two wrists and told me I’d be fine in 10 days. Easy to say, seeing as she didn’t have aching pain radiating to her finger tips and thumb.
I could barely dress, do up my buttons, and definitely couldn’t jack my horny cock.
John apologized right away and all the way home, promising to make up for it.
“Like what? Dress me and jack me, fucker?” I glared at him, mad at his foolish mistake.
“Easy Billy, you’ll be fine in 10 days.” But he couldn’t look at me when saying that.
“Don’t tell me what to feel; you know how much I need to nut every day.” I complained to John more loudly than intended.
“Sorry again, Billy. What about Marie from English class?”
“I’m not going to a girl all helpless for a handjob boy.” John’s mom would have probably done it in a heartbeat, but I had other plans that included John. It might be cliché, but it happened.
Two days later, John came over on Saturday for a sleepover. I was rubbing my cock against everything trying to get off since yesterday. He blew into my room as I was naked, humping a pillow on his bed.
“Oops, I can come back later, Billy?” I remember him saying it more as a question than a statement.
“Fuck it, I can’t get off anyway; my cock is driving me crazy, no thanks to you.” I rolled over, showing off my hard, aching cock.
He decided to stay because he began stripping off his clothes, looking at the floor. Fresh from lifting and biking over, his muscles were showing a nice, hard pump. I might not have been able to cum, but as I sat up, my ragging hard-on was not going down anytime soon.
He sat opposite me on my bed in his white Calvin Klein jock. Our knees touched as he stuttered, trying to get a thought out.
“What if… or…ah, maybe you could let me help you out, just for now?” He looked up, waiting for a response, unsure what I’d say.
“What? What are you saying, boy?” He froze, his eyes looking to please me.
Gulping, John continued, “Well, I feel responsible; it’d be just a buddy helping out another buddy; you’d do the same right.”
Not likely, but I wasn’t going to miss the chance to get my Cock Boy’s training underway.
“Yeh, buddy, I guess you’re right.” I smiled at him, nodding affirmatively.
All smiles back, he asked when or how he could get started. Seeing as I was already primed, I simply fell back on his bed, propping my head up with a pillow, to watch my Cock Boy give his first service.
Still sporting a hard pump, the veins on his arms popped as he braced his hands on the bed, dropping to his knees. I could barely believe it as he slowly reached towards my cock.
I glanced down between his legs as he knelt beside me. A big bulge strained to contain his hardening cock. “Little horny yourself, eh boy?”
Blushing, he put one hand to my balls as he often did, and the other could only wrap part way around my cock. It felt so good to finally get the relief I needed at the hands of my Cock Boy.
He slide his fist up and around my hard shaft a few times pumping out beads of slick precum. Without being told, he reaching into my drawer to get the Boy Butter. The Cock Boy might have already planned this in his mind. All our other jack-off sessions had been with him staring at my throbbing dick.
“Don’t be shy, coat my dick with plenty boy.”
He pumped the full length, from the wide base to the leaking tip, using a teasingly light grip. That boy had me wantonly humping up to meet his strokes. I was so much in need of this service.
“Yah, that’s it, Billy, just let it out.”
I came to my senses, realizing I had to delay my orgasm to prolong his service.
“Slow down, boy. It needs to be edged for any lasting relief.”
“Oh right.., sorry Billy. Tell me what to do.”
“You know…., you’ve watched me long enough.”
He nodded yes, knowing I was right.
Two days of frustration were peaking with the guarantee of blowing a huge load all over John’s Cock Boy hands.
“If you make me cum too soon, you’ll just need to do it again.”
“Ah…, ’em…, can’t you just coach me a bit, Billy?”
His hands kept sliding around my lubed crown and balls.
I directed his handjob between my crown and the shaft before finally telling him to rub my chest and leg. I needed a pause to calm my boiling balls.
Glancing to my eyes, he was impatiently waiting to resume playing with my hard cock and tight balls.
Looking down, John’s actions didn’t help ease the strain that I felt trying to calm the building eruption. With no cock to service, he started humping against the side of the bed, staring at my throbbing cock.
My hand was drawn to his ass like a magnet. I patted his ass like I had so many times before, feeling him flex as he rubbed his bulge against the bed. Unable to grip his ass, I used my forearm to pull him hard into the side of the bed. Holding him in place, he ground his hard cock in tight circles.
“Give me a minute, boy, go on… Finish yourself off.” Getting John to nut from stroking his first cock and watching was too good. I never expected him to break so perfectly.
“Sorry, Billy, I can’t stop.”
“Go ahead. You should finish first!”
“Oh, ughh, ugh, uhmm….” He lost it, dropping his head. Face pressed into the mattress, inches from my cock, he grunted seven times into the bed. My boy was cumming on command from jacking me and submitting. Spread eagle, one hand squeezed my tight, and the other tried to dig into my chest as he came. He filled his jock with hot cum. Some boy cum escaped and ran down his legs.
Snapping my Cock Boy back to his duty, I growled, “Hey, it’s me that needs to get off, boy. Back to it.”
No longer distracted by his horny cock, John’s other needs soon had me on edge again.
“Okay, boy, loosen your grip a bit. That’s it.”
“Now rub just the underside of our cock; yes. Around the crown; and stroke.”
John was sweating from the prolonged effort and excitement. “Are you ready to cum, Billy?”
“You’re about there, thanks. Just keep going.”
That ‘thanks’ broke any lingering resistance that John had jacking me; he refocused on pleasuring me like a willing Cock Boy should. No longer simply trying to get me off, he relaxed himself for continued service. I directed him between my cock and balls, even playing with my hard nipples. John was a natural Cock Boy.
Arching up, I groaned in ecstasy. I nutted all over his hand, exploding onto the bed and his chest. I swear he aimed my cannon at himself.
“Thanks, finally some relief.” I truly felt satisfied with my nut and my boy’s good work.
All week, John followed me home from school or practice to stroke my girthy beast. He was improving each time and varied his technique and area of focus independently.
He had been a bit too generous with my lube. I didn’t think anything of it until I saw the empty tube on the floor beside my bed Friday morning.
An idea came to me, so good, it made me stop myself from replacing the empty tube.
Friday afternoon, my boy stripped me as soon as we got to my bedroom. He hadn’t even gotten himself down to his customary jock ‘uniform’ yet.
I had to walk across the room in my briefs to kick the door closed.
“Easy boy, you don’t need any witnesses seeing you play with my meat, ha ha!”
“Fuck off; you need this, not me. It’s just because of your wrists.”
“Hey, just kidding.”
Sheepishly, he added, “And I know how badly you need to nut every day.”
“True. Thank God it’s the weekend; once a day hasn’t been cutting it for me.”
By now, John was almost down to his jock. Hearing that, he paused and lifted his head, looking up at my bulging briefs. He knew I noticed when he turned those beautiful blue eyes to glance up at me.
I continued, “No offence, John; you’ve been helping me out a lot.”
Reassured, he resumed stripping down to his white jock.
I lay down on his bed, ready for my handjob. He peeled off my briefs, pausing as my cock caught on the waistband. Smiling to himself, he tugged, causing my steely hard monster to slap the wet tip against my abs. Precum flew off the tip, arcing onto my chest. His hand tracked the bobbing cock before wrapping around the base.
Stroking me, John squeezed the lube, planning to ease the friction for a good, long edge. “Yes, lube me up; don’t hold back.”
“Oh no, Billy, look! Do you have any more?”
“What, no. Why didn’t you tell me yesterday? Fuck, now what?”
“Spit on it, boy.”
I let him think it was okay for a bit. “Oh, more lube; it hurts.” John dripped a few drops, but it was nowhere near enough, and he knew it. His lips hovered above our stiff cock, held steady by his hands. I saw him lick his lips to draw out more saliva. Thinking he would soon suck me, those sexy lips made my crown pulse and oozing out more precum.
“I know Billy.” Before I could get him to lick and suck me, he stood quickly and peeled down his jock. Kicking it off with one foot, he knelt over me.
“I’ll give you my precum, like when you lubed me.” One hand milked drops of precum while the other held me loosely; letting our precum mix and flow down the crown then shaft, coating my cock.
He edged me using a week’s worth of training, getting me so close several times. He smirked, proud of his handiwork. My moaning was making John leak over me so much, he stroked himself in sync with my cock. Fisting our two cocks was more than he could take. I watched as he nutted all over my cock.
“Ssorrry Billy!”
The warm lube felt great and quenched my immediate need to nut. True to the task, John hadn’t stopped stroking and twisting his hand on my rod. Lust from my boy’s handjob and his cumming were too much even for me.
Both his hands were now working me over. I finally had to tell him to finish me.
I nutted before John’s eyes, spraying his bed and hands. Getting up, I wiped myself with his sheets before pulling on my sleep boxers over a happy cock. On his knees, I ruffled his hair in thanks and went over to my clean bed.
He pulled himself up and ran over to retrieve his discarded jock. His tight muscle ass was so hot as he struggle to contain his hardening 8-inch meat in the pouch. He crawled into his bed, rubbing his jock covered hard bulge. My fresh cum covered his sheets, not to mention all my dried cum from a week of my boy jacking me off. I coached him along edging him in his jock. He was soon begging for a chance to cum again.
As usual, when it was time I nodded my permission and he was pulling off the jock before I could finish saying, “Ok boy, go ahead, you earned a nice load for yourself”.
His first explosive shot flew out onto his chest. “Good boy, John!” That sent him off, rolling from side to side in ecstasy shooting his cum onto his sheets, mixing with mine. I watched my boy erupt all over his twin bed, not even pausing to think about our cum rag. He kept rolling in our loads, coming down from the excitement. He was still dripping cum while pulling on his jock.
He loved being jocked up. Still panting “That was sooo good Billy, thanks.”
“You sure worked out some big loads for us John, good boy.”
“Yeh, ha ha, I’m beat. See you in the morning.”
His precum lube job was an unexpected surprise and a turn-on. My boy sure earned his nut for getting our handjobs done as needed. It was so hot having him jack me and can you imaging making him edge until he begged to be ALLOWED to cum. I was getting hard just watching my Cock Boy drift off to sleep, in his stained sheets, covered by our cum.
He hadn’t sucked me or even begged to lick me yet. Those plans were coming…