A gay story: Cock Boys Ch. 02a: John Two teens, Twink Alpha Billy continues to teased into submissive service big muscled John.
This is a high school story with very horny 18-year-old teens, giving each other what they need. John’s jockstrap uniform barely contains his bulging 8-inch cock bursting with loads of pent-up teen cum. Billy looses his virginity to a MILF, thinking of boys. John gets to jack Billy more.
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**Any sexual activity described is with characters 18 years old or older**
Cock Boys 2a John
Waking up first, I loved watching John sleeping. It felt special to be able to just look him over each morning, unaware and fully exposed. His covers had long since been kicked off. Lying on his stomach, his ass looked so inviting. I knew his morning hard-on would soon become uncomfortably stiff and wake him, bringing my morning viewing to a big hard end. Sometimes he slept on his stomach, other times his back. I was treated to his grinding ass or rising bulge respectively.
Sure enough, he was grinding his ass in tight circles to a hot dream today. Part of me hoped he was already awake giving me a sexy show, enjoying the friction. I rubbed my package and tugged my nipple in lustful desire. My wrists were feeling fine this morning, but I wanted my boy to service my cock all day.
I watched him clench his jock exposed ass and mini thrust his hips into the mattress, before showing signs of waking fully. I didn’t even mind that his bulging jock pouch was hidden from view.
Stretching, pulled his body tight and elicited a groan, “Ah-urghh”. Rolling over his bubble butt was replaced by his bulging jock, full of hard morning wood. Spreading his legs while continuing to stretch just served to push his bursting jock bulge upward.
No matter how often he would be swallowing my loads or beg me to fuck his tight ass, watching John wake up was how I loved to start my day. I loved him and needed him to let his true Cock Boy desires out in the open. We were getting there and the journey was half the fun for us.
He was waking up so horny nowadays. Was it just teen hormones getting out of control, wearing only jocks, having me so close (I wish), dreams filling his unconscious, or something else?
Regardless, his muscled body sleeping all exposed, his morning grind and wood waking up were hitting my hormones hard today.
I couldn’t wait any longer, I pulled myself up and sat beside my jocked muscle boy. Rubbing his thigh,”Wake up sunshine, time for my morning nut.”
“Ah-urge; Billy I had the best dream.”
Still sleepy, he had no resistance or hesitation. Acting on pure instinct, his hand reached over to touch my boxers. He rubbed over my hard morning wood, squeezing my package. It was harder than normal, responding to John’s ‘help’. He was stroking along my length before he realized what he was doing. By then I was pulling my boy into an embrace and had slid my boxers off. Lying beside him as he jacked me, I squirted lube over my cock.
John cuddled into my side, with his head in the crook of my right arm. Slick fingers were concentrating his grip around my sensitive crown.
“Oh, John, yes. I haven’t been able to jack my big morning wood all week.” He slides down my shaft pausing to squeeze the base, before pumping back up.
“Fuck, so good, boy.”
“Am I doing OK Coach?”
“Yah, you should edge me all day.”
“Don’t you have to cum Billy? If you need it again, I don’t mind helping out a buddy, Coach.”
Good idea boy, I’d be aching all day if I didn’t bust this huge nut. Keep working it out of me.”
John hadn’t missed a beat, stroking me to the edge and back over and over. I pulled his head to my chest brushing his lips on my hard right nipple. His lips throbbed on and around sending hot electric signals to my tense balls. I leaned into him, on my right side slightly. Like a bomb waiting to go off, that set off my explosion. Cum flew up landing mostly on John and his jock.
“Nice one Billy, hope that helped.”
I pressed into him, reaching over for our cum rag. “Thanks boy, let me clean us for you.” I carefully scooped up as much white nectar as possible. I was careful to collect as much as possible onto the cum rag, trying not to wipe it into him.
Satisfied I jumped up, playfully throwing the cum rag at him. “Finish cleaning up, then we’re going for a run.”
“Um yeh”, taken aback somewhat, my boy was probably unsure whether I knew he ate our cum or if I thought he still had to wipe himself off more.
We went for a morning run after breakfast, returning to my house sweaty and hard. Stripped to his jock, I joined him taking off everything. “Time for that edge boy.”
“You serious Billy. You need it now?”
” Why not? I usually need a long edge on the weekend, to keep my balls from going blue.”
Resigned willing to his duty, John replied, “I guess, plus we’ll need a shower anyway. ”
John nodded walking to grab the lube. This was too good, hope he knows how long I’ll be using him.
“Better get comfortable, I usually go an hour or two.”
“Damn Billy, wish I could hold out that long, you’re incredible.”
“Yeh, feeling the tension building and building till I blow a huge load can be mind-blowing.”
“Think I could learn to stay hard longer Billy?”
Plans were in the works to make John hard for so long he’d submit fully to me.”Sure boy, we’ll get you there with more training. Imaging being hard so long that you’ll beg for release.”
He was speechless, unsure how to take my encouragement or warning.
“Time get to work, lesson one starts today. If you cramp up or can’t jack me that long, just let me know if you need me to nut.” My goal was to have him beg for my load.
I followed behind him, walking between the two beds, as John bent over to get my Boy Butter. Turning back from the nightstand, he expected me to take my place on his bed. Instead, I pushed his shoulders down with barely any pressure. He sank to his knees looking up to my eyes, before refocusing on my hard cock and balls, now level with his full lips.
He sat back on his heels given himself room to coat my half-hard cut cock, filling from 5-inches towards its girthy 7-inch size. He licked his lips unconsciously as his hands got to work stroking. It rose straight out, responding to his touch and kneeling submission. His free hand was initially holding my ass to steady himself before reaching under my balls to squeeze and tug my sac. Pre-cum poured out with each squeeze.
“Use both hands for a fuck tunnel, let’s pretend I’m fucking my bitch, boy.”
“That’d be hot Billy, how tight do you want it.”
“Good boy just like that nice and loose”, as I fucked threw his left, then right hand. He watched in fascination, staring at the pulsing crown as it pushed through his hands to burst out if his right fist, in front of his face.
“This is easy, you’re doing all the work.”
“Slowly tighten your grip John.” Sliding tip to base, I had to grab his hands to keep the connection as I pumped. I had to look away, otherwise the sight of his panting half-open mouth and plumb lips would send me over the edge.
I pulled ‘out’ of his grip to avoid cuming to soon. Stepping back, I lay down on his bed as John crawled to the side, never taking his eyes off my swinging meat.
Once I caught myself, I nodded for my boy to continue edging me. He was grinding his bulge into the side of the bed biting his sexy lower lip. Poor boy was sure to nut.
I just lay back with my hands behind my head enjoying the edging cycles while John struggled to hold out. I knew he couldn’t stop himself from nutting into his jock without my coaching to control him. The boy moaned, “Umm, oh, ummm, ugh, ughhh”.
He lost his rhythm stoking me and squeezed my balls tight while cumming, 32 minutes into my edge. I was impressed his second load took his long.
I pulled him onto his bed, to see cum leaking from his jock. Lying down on his left side, he got back to stroking. His wet pouch smeared cum on my leg as he cuddled in and curled his right leg over my legs.
I guided him for another 55 minutes of edging, working his hand along the bottom skin of my hard cock then twisting around and down my cock.
He was supporting his arm with his left hand, showing signs of muscle fatigue. Having been jacking 90 minutes, I pushed him on.
“Getting tired boy? Not so in shape after all ha, ha.”
“I never jacked so long Billy.”
“Feels good, better than edging myself, boy.”
“Not sure how long I can keep going. Can you please cum?”
“Want it now'”
“Please Billy, just let yourself go for me. Pretend I’m someone you want to fuck, give me your seed.”
“OK, get ready for my huge load slut, don’t you dare slow down stroking the tip.”
Beyond ready, my back arched up as I tensed every muscle. I shot across his leg, coating his jock and thigh before his wild strokes (maybe not so unintentionally) directed my white-hot cum onto his chest.
“Stop, but don’t let go yet boy.” I was still pulsing out a river of cum, all over his fingers. I collapsed back sweaty from the session and totally spent.
John cleaned me off with the cum rag, before wiping all my cum off himself. I jumped up, “Dibs on the shower”.
I was so satisfied, I didn’t stop to think (until later) about leaving John in his soiled bed, with a full cum rag.
A hot shower felt great, I saw John in bed watching me, waiting for his chance to shower. Once back, I slapped his ass as he passed me, “Thanks boy, that was a nice edge.”
Now beaming, John perked up with my compliment. “That was a marathon Billy, how do you hold out.”
“Training and mental focus.”
I held out my hand waiting, as my Cock Boy stripping his jock, before stepping into the shower. “You won’t need these anymore, I’ll get your fresh jock, boy.”
We headed out for the day, returning as horny as ever. I was looking forward to seeing and playing with John’s ass as soon as he stripped. On cue, he was peeling off his shirt while walking down to my basement bedroom.
By bedtime, we were both ready to jack off together as in the past. John just ‘had to’ take care of me. He was so horny to nut, he didn’t give me a chance to undress. “Let’s get you ready for bed Billy.” I’m sure he really wanted to admit he was really stripping me for another chance to jack me. His hands were rubbing over his bursting jock pouch.
He pulled up my shirt. Stranding in front of me so close that he rubbed his wet bulge on my lower abs. He dropped down tugging my grey track pant and briefs together. I rested my hand on his head, as I stepped out of my clothes. Naked and ragging to nut, I jumped on his bed, with John trailing right behind me. My eyes followed his pouch swinging side to side, unable to dampen the momentum generated by his heavy meat, as he hurried to the side of the bed.
No sooner was I lying back, sliding my hands behind my head, John got busy stoking me.
My wrists felt fine, so I got to work feeling up his ass and back. Reaching down, I pulled him as close as possible digging into his crack. My fingers grazed his hole. I let go, causing John to sag down slightly. His ass hadn’t felt my touch for a week, since the accident. Grabbing the Boy Butter pulled his eyes away from my cock. John was checking, looking at all the fresh lube coating my cock and his hands.
“Lots of lube here, we’re OK for now Billy.” His ass flexed as his hips thrust his cock hard bulge into the side of the bed.
“I need some for that ass, boy.”
John gulped, focusing back on my cock and tight balls. He straightened up, inched his ass slightly closer. He was already so close to letting loose a big teen load.
My fingers pushed a big wad of lube into his crack, coating his cheeks and easing my fingers to his hole. I played with his rosebud for the first time, circling and pressing in slightly. He initially clamped his cheeks together, using his strong bubble butt muscles to partially block my access. Lubed as he was, I continued to inch inward. My finger tip grazed his virgin rosebud, causing him to instantly lose all resistance. I dug into his crack, enjoying the free, open access.
He was out of control, stroking me so fast. There was no doubt my boy was a bottom Cock Boy. I loved playing with him, like never before.
John stopped stroking putting both hands on my body. He shuttered in response to my fingers ongoing assault on his untouched virgin hole.
“B-billy sstop, you sshouldn’t t-tease me tthere, it’s so wrong.” My fingers dug in harder, massaging his clenching rosebud.
“Nonsense boy, I’m just helping out a bro, like you’ve been doing all week.” He pushed back as my fingers worked his ass.
“Ahhh, urghhh, urghh.” It was all John could get out as his rosebud clenched with each blast of teen cum. Filling his jock again, with his eyes locked onto my hard cock.
“Good boy, see I wasn’t teasing after all. You just need some training on that hair trigger boy.”
Leaking a ton of pre-cum, I was ready for the final round, “Finish Me John.”
It took John a couple minutes to get back to stroking me up to speed like before his ass-gasm. I was still toying with his extra tight, post-orgasm ass. His whole ass and especially his hole was slick from the Boy Butter. He gyrated to the ongoing pressure and massage from my fingers and palm. Lubed heavily, he didn’t (yet) experience much actual anal friction.
I was horny from getting my Cock Boy to nut. He didn’t have to pull on my balls much to have me close. Circling the crown and palming my sac were going to make me nut huge.
John was grinding his cum filled jock. Pulling my hand off his ass revealed his cock was still hard. I lost it.
“Argh, um, argh Uhmm.” John was smiling as I shot high, onto myself and coated his hands. He looked as happy with my big load as I was nutting. He used my cum to milk out the last drips, from my still oozing tip.
John followed almost immediately, grunting out another load, overflowing his pouch with a second load of teen cum. “Urge, ahh, ahh.”
“Damn, lucky boy nutting twice. Good for you stud.”
John perked up while reaching for our cum rag. “Wore me out coach, but blowing twice was awesome. I’ll just clean us up, OK?”
“Get it all, you earned it.” He might have taken that last comment two different ways. Both would be how I meant it: He earned his two orgasm and/or he earned our loads of cum.
I went back to bed, mostly cum free, after my boy wiped me down. John pulled off his full jock, leaving it on the far side of his pillow and pulled on his athletic jock from earlier today. He didn’t let go of the loaded cum rag until crawling into bed. He had a cum crusted sheen across his chest, abs and thighs.
I turned off the light and rolled over facing away, giving my boy a semblance of privacy. Soft slurping gave away what was happening to our loads on the cum rag and his overflowing jock pouch. Smiling to myself, I drifted off to sleep, lulled by the ‘white noise’ of John suckling on teen cum.
Sunday morning I was up first with morning wood so hard it could split diamonds. I stripped off my boxers and rolled out of bed. I sat on his bed, with my hard cock twitching up and down, as John slept. I pulled down his sheet to uncover his jocked bulge, sporting the beginning of a big hard-on as well.
I loved waking up before my boy. My fingers traced his muscled chest and down one leg and up the other going round and round before he stirred. It took awhile before he stretched, looking up to me still sleepy.
I rolled over him to lie between him and the wall. His tight muscled frame and bulge felt incredible. I couldn’t stop myself from grinding down into him as I pressed my hard cock into his abs while rolling over him.
He knew my move and tried to fight me. His big muscles would normally be no match for my push. Laughing, he gave way as I extended fully, pushing him out of bed. Bracing my back against the wall gave me all the leverage I needed.
I was immediately stroking my hard cock in his sheets, as he stumbled into the bathroom to shower. He perked up rubbing his bulge as the water warmed, before stripping off his jock. Our morning routine of John jacking himself off in the shower and me into the cum rag (for John) was back on track. I finally busted a huge load, having basically edged straining to nut, watching my boy sleeping, feeling him up before waking, and taking in his soapy muscled body jacking his 8-inches in shower.
John came out wet and naked, looking for a clean jock in his bag. His eyes spotted the freshly loaded cum rag and his tight lips betrayed his hunger.
“Morning boy”, was followed with a pat on his still naked muscled ass, bent over starting to pull on a white jock. He didn’t take his eyes off his morning prize, however. He ended up falling forward just missing the sticky white load of cum saturating the cum rag by his pillow.
I left him to it and went to shower. John stayed bent over his bed, slurping on my cum ‘unseen’ by me. Having nutted a huge load, I was done showering in minutes. Walking back out, John jumped up pulling himself off the cleaned cum rag. Turning his face away, he wiped his lips and chin instinctively, trying to act like he wasn’t feasting on my cum.
The boy was a slut for cum and would be getting it straight from the source with a bit more seductive training.
March progression:
John was ripe for further Cock Boy training while I packed to go away to Sports Camp, the second week of March. Not only had he asked to jack my cock (‘to help me out)’, he couldn’t stop himself from nutting while doing it. There’s no question he loved it, the boy and his hands gave me very happy endings. His competitive drive and need to please brought improvements daily, climaxing in our 90 minutes dedicated edging session Saturday. I needed to keep him thinking of my cock.
Kidding and teasing him a bit, “Gonna miss those magic hands boy, now that my wrists are healed and I’m leaving.”
“Thanks I guess Billy, just wanted to make up for my accident, I suppose it wasn’t too bad.”
“You’re right boy, thanks.” No kidding it wasn’t bad, the horny boy nutted while stroking me nightly.
Once at camp, I texted John to jack off together. He quickly agreed and we set 9 p.m. to connect. He messaged me 5 minutes early and we were soon sharing video. I stood to strip in front of my camera, while John chatted shirtless, lying on his bed in a darkened room.
I could only see his upper body and head. I knew what he was wearing, just off camera, any number of jocks that I had picked for him. We talked non-stop, fantasizing about blowing our nut with the girls in town. We were obviously both stroking our teen cocks. Getting hornier by the minute, I was openly stroking on camera.
John whimpered and grunted biting his lower lip while I recanted my sex-filled stories. A few stutters and twitches were sure signs he was back to nutting in his jock for me.
I was impressed, he latest 36 minutes on his own. Almost an hour in, I blasted loudly, not hiding or suppressing my orgasm. An hour of edging for my audience earned me that much. John hadn’t looked away or blinked much while watching.
“Looks like you had a good time without my help Billy.”
Each year I attended the same all-boy hockey camp three hours away, for winter break and six weeks in the summer. I was in the trainer/coaching program. My mentor, Jake, a college junior, had me apply last summer to the coaching management position. That March week was my favourite camp experience. I got off on learning how to mold young athletes and condition them for high performance and success. Also, having the boys sweat and work themselves to exhaustion was so cool.
Thank God I got relief, talking to John nightly. Stoking with him was what kept me sane around the other boys and gave me something to look forward to as I got horny all week.
There is also another story about my lost virginity. Jake, the straight college stud, had taken me under his wing last summer. He was a bit of a legend among the other counsellors and camp owner. Stories of MILF conquests last summer had spread among the staff. I had also heard it all from him firsthand, how he had his pick of horny, neglected moms who came ‘early’ to drop off or pick up their sons daily. The summer session ended with him promising to have a MILF fuck me as a present for turning 18.
His chiselled athletic abs and straight stud confidence turned me on. As a college coaching assistant, he exuded authority and leadership. Qualities that inspired me to model myself after him. He turned me on, even though our interests differed somewhat when it came to cock. He liked using his on MILFs and I had been Cock Boy obsessed. Over the winter break, I found out Jake’s bragging and rumours from last summer were all true.
As usual the boys were dropped off each morning for breakfast at 8 a.m. Programs began at 9 a.m. Jake & I greeted the boys as they filed into the camp hall. He was all over any hot MILFs who got out to ‘talk’. The first morning, Jake let me watch him give a smoking-hot MILF a sweaty pounding. His confidence and naked ass had me jacking to his thrusts. I couldn’t take my eyes off his dick sliding in and out, slick with pre-cum and cunt juice. His dick was smaller than mine, but seeing him expertly fuck was hot. His cum was leaking out of her used cunt, when he called me over.
“Billy, get over here, Ann wants to be your first. He pulled his naked body off her, standing up all sweaty from his fuck. She giggled and urged me over with a come-hither motion from both hands.
“Let mommy show you a good time stud, mommy can’t wait to be your first baby.” Jake must have been priming her. He grabbed my naked ass, as I had manhandled John so many times, and pushed me into bed between Ann’s cum filled legs. I was hard and leaking from watching his pounding. Jake slide his hand on my ass and was verbally teasing me, driving me over the edge.
“Go ahead stud, slide that big cock into Ann, she’s lubed up with my fresh load.”
“Guide the boy in bitch.” Ann wrapped her small fingers around my pulsing 7-inch beast pulling me closer. She was bitting her lower lip in lust, looking forward to being my first.
“Oh it’s so thick, thank you Jake.” Jake spanked me and shoved my ass, forcing my pulsing cock tip into her cunt. His hot cum spread over my cock, with his hand pushing my ass. Ann reached around pulling my other ass cheek.
My big cock spread her cunt, bottoming out with my balls slapping her. Looking into Jake’s piercing eyes, I blurted out, “Thanks Jake, I’m not a virgin!”
I was lost in lust. I began pumping non-stop to Jake’s encouragement and Ann’s moans.
“Go for it Billy, stretch her out, feels great I bet.”
“Oh man, thanks Jake. I could get use to this.” My eyes were on Jake’s tight naked body and I couldn’t bring myself to break his confident gaze.
“Oh baby your cock is so big. Fill me with your virgin load, ummm.”
I lost it, blasting my cum deep into the MILF while Jake’s hand worked my ass, holding me in her. Collapsing on her, he patted my ass in congratulations. Funny how it felt so sexy and straight when he did it. Guess his straight masculinity and cocky confidence were the turn-on.
We high-fived over Ann’s leaking cunt, naked with cum covered cocks. He ordered the MILF to crawl over and clean our soft cocks. She sucked my wide 5″ first, licking me clean before taking in Jake. I reached over to pat his ass an athletic thank you and to get a feel obviously. He fist bumped my shoulder laughing as he started to get hard. No time to go again, as we had to get going.
He pulled out a jock, getting dressed before my eyes. I had to remind myself he was straight and tear my eyes away. Luckily, the stud had no gaydar.
On day two, Jake pulled in two MILFs to his cabin. He pushed one, who reminded me of John’s mom Jill, into my arms. I don’t know what he told her, but I found out after she was his sluttiest repeat MILF last summer. She was all over me, stripping off my clothes.
I watched Jake strip himself, ending with a thumbs up sign to me. Watching him fuck had me filling another MILF with a load of my potent teen seed. I didn’t last long, but I made up for it by fucking a second load into her, while hungrily watching Jake pound his MILF. I couldn’t wait to describe everything to John tonight. I knew he’d lose it.
John stayed in touch on social media, but I missed real contact with him. His nearly naked jock bulge and ass could easily raise the cock of any horny boy.
That night I told John this was too much; we needed to stroke our raging cocks like at our sleepovers. Immediately, his eyes brightened, and he looked like an eager puppy. He surprised me by saying, “Might as well Billy “. Soon our moans, grunts, and whimpers punctuated our stories again. He copied my angle, framing his jock bulge and blue eyes in the video link. When I judged he had earned it, I told John he could pull down his jock to free his cock for serious jacking.
My MILF conquests at camp had John begging for details on what it felt like to sink my cock into horny hot holes. His questions and relentless interest never failed to harden my cock. I got harder telling him how she (really John) would get me off choking on my big cock or me fucking her. I set my phone on its side to show off my hard cock and piercing gaze.
When I couldn’t last any longer and my balls were squeezing for release, I would stop talking until he would fix his lust-filled blue eyes on me. “Oh, is it time Billy?” He hadn’t lost his willingness to edge himself and cum under my command. All it took was a nod from me, and he would pump out his load.
I still had him cum first. His load occasionally hit his face. When it did, his eyes would open wide, and his facial expression would let me know he was proud of his powerful nut. He watched until my rock-hard cock burst out ropes of cum across my chest and chin. Our wet cum, covering our bodies, slowly drying as we finished our talks. Our calls would end with two smiling, relaxed teen boys sighing goodnight. We chatted and jacked off daily.
My private junior coach’s room gave me all the privacy I needed at camp for John and my MILFs. I couldn’t figure out how John was able to find the time and privacy that week to talk and stroke together for ~60 minutes each evening.
Unknown to me, John set up a home gym in his parents unused backyard garage. It had an apartment upstairs that hadn’t been used since they bought the property 10 years ago. He kept the changes to that a secret all winter. John, Tyler, and his two uncles had worked putting the finishing touches on the renos and outfitting the gym with a combination of his older Uncle’s loose weights, a bench, his parents unused elliptical, and a new resistance machine. Tyler, his Twink stepbrother, didn’t lift and realized that by helping, he’d have his own privacy with John ‘out of the house’. John’s Uncles, Bo and Jamie, did most of the real work. They were 35 and 44 years old, respectively. Their Cock Boy participation would come in due time.
Jake taught me how to conquer any horny bitch. Sure I nutted big in those MILFs that week, but I couldn’t say if it weren’t really Jake driving my lust. My horny teen mind drifted to naughty thoughts of using John and other Cock Boy fantasies involving horny twinks or muscled senior high school boys, and maybe some older men.
The first Friday back, John came for a sleepover. He had on loose jeans, a sexy hoodie, and a ball cap. His dirty blond hair was medium long, and that ball cap gave it a skater boy flow. My cock was filling fast; lucky for me, my briefs kept it from showing too much. I wasn’t expecting anything different and ran upstairs to get our snacks. As soon as I came downstairs, it didn’t take him long to start to shuck his clothes in front of me as usual. Imagine my surprise after camp.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. He had on his tiniest soft jock and his biggest muscle pump. He smiled proudly as I stared at his X-rated bulge and racked my eyes over his hard body. He proceeded to give me a muscle show, fresh from a workout, minutes before coming over. Had he planned this? God, his veins were popping on his arms and shaved lower abs.
I didn’t think an improvement would have been possible in 15 days. His ever-present jock-encased bulge was bursting, and an enhanced, tight butt were my eyes reward for missing him. I blinked and looked into his eyes while walking over to him. I was quick to praise his muscle gains and pat him on the left ass cheek. My finger rubbed ever so lightly in between those firm, muscled buns. “Wow, John, I’m impressed with your transformation, and thanks for showing me your big muscles.”
He didn’t know how hot he really was, but boy, was he proud of his gains. He just stood there, posing, while I patted his ass. His bulge pulsed when my hand rubbed his ass and really jumped while ‘innocently’ probing his crack. He missed my touch.
I was a little jealous of his changes until he complained that his gains had hit a plateau. That was when I knew that my fantasies had a chance to come true. If I could seize this opportunity to train John into the Cock Boy he should be, I knew we’d both have a good time.
I offered to use my latest athlete development skills to help him get back on track with his gains and bulk him up for college try-outs. He had to do everything I said if he wanted to improve. He was quick to accept my help. I had to remind him that he needed to stay fit for track as well. He pulled me in tight, hugged me, and promised to follow my instructions.
“If you can help me gain more muscle, I’ll do anything you say, Billy.”
With one hand on his ass (because two would be gay), I smirked looking up, telling him he’d have to call me Coach Billy. His bulge pressed against my abs, and the blazing hot tip of his 8-inch hot cock throbbed against my rising meat when he answered smiling. “OK Coach.”
This taller, more muscled teen stud was going to be putty in my hands sooner rather than later. How long can a teen cock stay hard before bursting? This horny boy was going to find out soon enough.
We separated with a faint whimper from John. He was overly excited to describe his new garage gym, free weights, and benches. In that tiny jock, he walked around my bedroom, gesturing with his arms as he described all his work getting the garage renovated. Pre-cum was soaking the pouch around his helmet. Best of all, he said the upstairs was his new bedroom. He called it his Jack Pad, since I knew he couldn’t get much privacy in the house sleeping next door to his parents and stepbrother.
Everyone was on board and helped after he laid out his big plan to train hard for hockey and track. His parents had agreed to the move if he promised not to bring any girls to the garage. If only they knew what I was planning.
That evening, he gave me my own key to the garage and told me that he had the only other key.
After supper and back in my bedroom, he came over to me stripping back to his tiny jock. Impatient to show off his garage, he asked, “Will you come over first thing tomorrow, Billy? You need to see it.”
I knew he wanted my approval, especially for his gym set-up and new Jack Pad. I was standing, still fully clothed, when John walked over, leaning into my right side and rubbing his butt on my loose t-shirt. Reaching over to hold his phone out in front of me, he started flipping through pictures of the garage layout. I held on to him, wrapping my right palm around his right ass as he leaned his left check into my side.
The pictures of his gym layout and Jack Pad queen-size bed were promising.
“Awesome John, great pictures. You’re really set up for privacy and weights.” This big boy towered over me in height and muscle mass, but he was still just my Cock Boy.
Yeh, Billy, I stroke anytime now; it’s great!”
“Sounds fun boy. Coach needs to get his sleep boxers. Grab them out of my dresser.”
One slap on his ass sent his muscled form strutting away. My shirt and socks came off first. By then, John was waiting with my boxers. I made sure to stand facing him as he waited. Undoing my button and slowly lowering my zipper, I took my time prying open my jeans to expose my bulging briefs. Sliding my jeans over my ass and cock bulge, for John, turned me on even more. His tiny pouch was showing a growing wet patch around the full tip. As my jeans fell around my ankles, I gave John his first Cock Boy task.
“Help me out; my jeans are tangled around my ankles.” Dropping to his knees, John bent down. Holding onto his head with one hand, I stepped out of my jeans. I spread my legs to showcase my briefs and bulge at John’s eye level. He gulped imperceptibly. I held his gaze as his eyes looked up at me.
“Might as well finish me off, boy….” John bit his bottom lip, frozen in place. Pausing for effect before continuing, “slide down my underwear and help me step into the boxers.”
He complied silently, eager to resume our bedtime jack off session.
My freed cock bobbed in front of his hungry eyes, as he leaned in to pull up my boxers. I pulled up his chin to stare into his blue eyes, “Thanks boy”.
My tented boxers and his bursting jock pouch were obvious signs of our lust for release.
He flopped onto his twin bed, looking up at me. I walked between the beds, watching his puppy-dog blue eyes begging for a treat.
Those eyes followed my bobbing cock, bouncing in my boxers.
Time to take advantage of my basement’s privacy. I had waited almost 15 days to jack with John in person. Now I wanted more. First, I settle John boy down on his bed. Laying down, I pulled my boxers off, freeing my big cock to slap against my abs. He looked on as I lubed myself to start stroking. He was rubbing his bulge non-stop. As usual, he was getting more excited and eager to stroke his covered cock. His pouch was wet with his boy juice.
By now, 15 minutes had passed before I got up as slowly as possible; my cock throbbed with each step towards him. His eager eyes followed my progress and actions. My boy’s jock didn’t look as if it could contain his 8-inch monster much longer. Once standing over him, I smiled and told him, “Pull it out boy, time for my lube.”
He was so fired up to nut, he thanked me for letting him finally start stroking.
“Fuck yah, Billy, I thought you forgot about your boy Johnny and his big dick.” He pulled his jock down, freeing that big 8-inch cock to rise straight up. It was so hard it barely moved.
I pumped out a generous dollop of Billy juice onto his gaping cock slit, mixing it with his oozing pre-cum, before grabbing the Boy Butter. I covered my 7-inch girthy beast stroking the full length over John, dripping more pre-cum. Reloading my right hand with a generous heap of Boy Butter I got to work lubing my boy’s meat.
“Um, let’s get that big beast lubed for some endurance boy.”
He whimpered under my touch, feeling my hand on his exposed cock skin for the first time. I resisted wrapping my hand around his tempting cock. My fingers left a thick amount of Boy Butter everywhere, especially his throbbing crown.
“Oh Billy; please coat me.” His big cock was covered with a thick layer by the time I grabbed my monster cock.
“There we go, we’re ready now.”
John gave a nervous laugh, saying, “Hah, ha, t-thanks, Coach”.
Cock-crazed, he wrapped his hands around his 8-inches. Finally, getting his hands around his twitching cock, he slowly stroked his 8-inch hard cock, mixing my custom blend of lubes. “Fuck Billy, I missed using your lube.”
“Time to start stroking, boy.”
He reached up instinctively, going for my cock. I slapped his hand away, making him recoil in submission. “I’ve got it, boy; let me see how long you can last first.”
He watched wide-eyed after my rebuke. My boy waited to resume jacking until I started.
“When I’m alone, it’s over too quickly. I guess you’ve always been my jack coach, Billy. Jacking off with you is the best.”
I almost added ‘so far, boy’ to the end of his compliment.
This was shaping up to be our best session together, partly due to the anticipation of two dripping teen dicks and my desire to control John’s cock.
“Nah, boy, you just need proper training to reach your peak. Follow my lead or you’ll nut too soon.”
Only a few minutes in and John was overexcited, “I’m close, Billy; let’s cum together, nowww. Oh fuck, I’m soooo close.”
“It’s Coach when we’re training boy, and you’ll cum when you’ve earned it.”
Unfortunately, that seemed to bring him closer to nutting. His moans grew louder, and I knew I might not be able to stop the coming eruption of cum from his boiling balls and steely cock. My boy wasn’t yet trained in denial as my Cock Boy. Drastic action was needed. I stopped jacking, freeing my hands.
Jumping up, I flew over to him. My cock was waving menacingly like an angry beast. I pulled his hands off his cock and yanked up his jock. Safely wrapped in his jock pouch, giving his cock a chance to cool down.
John was not happy. For the first time in 15 days, he was denied immediate relief while on the cusp of erupting, possibly his biggest load.
“What the fuck, I was so close, Coach.” Calling me Coach, especially in his lust-crazed state, said a lot about our new dynamic.
“I’m in charge, boy; we’re going to edge till it hurts, and you’ll thank me after. I know you’ll love it.”
No other protests were voiced. His breathing was slowing, and his cock was throbbing less. He knew I was right. Fuck, he said it earlier.
I stood over him, jacking over his jock bulge. Lube and precum flew off my cock across his jock bulge, arms, legs, and chest. His eyes were closed as he focused on calming his own 8-inch beast. His ears weren’t closed, so my wet, sloppy stroking and grunts didn’t really make it easy for him. Five minutes passed before I pulled his jock down. By then, his hand was cupping my balls and massaging my perineum.
His other hand stayed on his chest, rubbing in my drippings. Puppy dog eyes pleaded for me to allow him to stroke. I held off granting him permission until he begged again, “Please Billy, don’t make me edge again.” Nodding over to him, we both began slow fisted our cocks. I made it clear that we were not stimulating the crown or tip at all.
When I sensed he was closing in on relief, I ordered, “Hands up, boy.’ He obeyed immediately. However, his hips kept thrusting to my stokes. With him humping below me and my jacking, we brushed up against each other; his waving hard cock and my fingers. After the first contact, his thrust seemed timed and aimed at my hand jacking the loose skin under my hard shaft. That slow stroking and hands-off cycle went on for 5–6 times. Each time, he lasted less and less time stroking.
“Please let me cum Billy.” He had been in need to nut for a while when I threw down our trusty cum rag.
“Ohhh, Coach, yes, ummm, can I cum now?”
Sure, boy, shoot your load. Show Coach what an athlete can do when properly trained.”
Holy hell, 15 days apart, had one last surprise. John pumped out a massive load, with eight powerful eruptions. The first two coated his face, then landed from his chest to his abs. Finally, a slow river oozed out of his volcano cock covering his fingers and dripping onto his balls. Was it a world record load? Maybe. Fuck, I loved watching my Cock Boy nut bending to my will.
Wiping his cum with our cum rag brought back memories of all our sessions. Leaning down, I ruffled his hair, congratulating him on a massive nut. Doing so moved my cock towards his lips as planned. Still horny from just blowing up, John unconsciously turned towards my steel-hard cock, seeming willing to take my cock into his mouth. Plump lips were pursed, ready to kiss my cock head. I swear my cock grew and the crown swelled purple just from his proximity. His eyes had jumped from my face to my slick cock, raging just inches away.
I pulled away after a brief pause, enjoying watching him struggle to make sense of his Cock Boy desires. Keeping him horny and wanting more Billy was working.
My fingers dragged through his hair as I straightened up with my hard rod waving over him. My pre-cum dripped onto his shoulder as I stood towering above my taller Cock Boy. Fuck, I hoped I made it look effortless. Because I had almost nutted across his tender lips and painted his face with cum.
Bracing myself with my knees on the edge of his bed, I waited for my Cock Boy to act on his desires. His left hand was already sliding up to my balls to work my tight sac. I looked from his lust filled eyes to my cock, John got the message and reached over with his right hand to grip my pulsing hard meat.
He knew exactly what to do and how I liked it. Two weeks without stroking me hadn’t left my boy clueless. Just the opposite. He worked my balls with his left hand and cock with his right hand like an old pro. My cum boiled up with an unstoppable force. It felt so good trying to holding back, just to enjoy my Cock Boy service me.
I thrust my pelvis out, tensing for a huge series of cum shots. “Fuck John, here it comes.”
I fired a salvo over our cum rag. John scrambled to drape it across his chest. I pumped out my best load of the winter. Like a trained puppy, he milked every last drop out of my balls. Each spasm began as his hand mirrored my tightening balls, as they contracted inward. Like an open-heart massage, his hot hand pumped my balls. My own record load of cum was summoned from deep in my big balls. The sweet spot between my balls and ass felt like a trigger, firing off each powerful volley.
Time slowed as my cock contracted in his grip, forcefully from the base, rocketing my cum up and out of my throbbing, cut cock head. Each violent blast flew high, arcing down on him. The last flow of cum dripped off my cock tip onto John’s arm. He automatically cleaned me off and wiped our cum into his skin with the cum rag. Such a hot move.
I flopped down naked, sharing space on the same bed for the first time. We caught our breath as I guided his breathing back to normal. My palm rested on his right nipple while my arm draped across his damp, muscled chest until we came down from our shared orgasms.
With our cum rag in hand, he wiped the cum still oozing onto him from my spent cock.
He finished, pulled up his jock, and lay beside my naked teen body. “Wow, Coach, that was the best jack training session ever. Thanks,”
Spent and almost falling asleep, I said good night, and left John’s cum-soaked bed for a good night’s sleep.
Waking up horny and smiling from our Cock Boy pleasure, my eyes almost couldn’t believe the view Saturday morning.
Seeing his jock butt sticking out of the covers on the edge of the twin bed got my cock steely hard and pulsing. Pre-cum soon soaked my boxers and sent me immediately to the bathroom. I had always sent John to shower first, not today.
A marathon jack-off session in the shower cooled my hormones somewhat. Shower gel coated my tightening balls and throbbing cock. I played with the meaty skin under my cock, rubbing back and forth while squeezing my aching balls.
My cock head was so sensitive. I switched to long stroking my 7-inch cock. When the urge to blast became too much, I switched to twisting my slick palm over my cut cock head, picturing John sucking my cock. That did it, and I grabbed my balls while my cock painted the glass shower wall white with teen cum.
I must have blasted 10 full shots of cum. In a daze, I rinsed off and wrapped a towel around myself before joining John in my bedroom. He was awake and sitting up on his bed, apparently scrolling on his phone. His tight upper body was out, and the covers hid his jock bulge and wide legs. One hand was under his covers, obviously rubbing himself.
He asked about my long shower, and I said I needed it to wake up. That didn’t seem to satisfy him. With a smirk, he threw back his sheets, revealing his hard cock, peaking out of his jock. The tip was wet with pre-cum. He jumped out of bed grabbing his new jock on his way to shower.
He high-fived me walking past and air-quoted, “I know what you’ve been up to”.
I slide into his warm bed, naked. John was in the shower so fast. Morning wood had me hard again, watching my naked muscle boy shower and jack himself. I suddenly realized John had watched me in the shower and obviously watched me jacking off. I was shocked at the revelation, happy it was out in the open and impressed that he hadn’t nutted before his shower.
He seemed to be edging as best he could. I nutted into our cum rag, leaving John his morning load.
He was laughing when he came out damp and locked away in a new wide-band white jock.
I patted his ass and said, “Sorry you had to see that”. Not really because I guessed he now knew what drove me to nut a big, tasty load for him each morning.
“No problem Billy. We’re bros, right?” His eyes were all over the wet cum rag.
As soon as my hand grabbed his ass, he unconsciously pumped forward, rubbing his bulge into me. I loved it and gave him a firm swat on his ass.
Sadly, that snapped him back to teen boy reality, and he broke off and got back to his phone. I left him alone, going upstairs to check on breakfast. Something I had never done. It just seemed mean to leave him sitting beside a load of my fresh cum and with no privacy to enjoy it.
Five minutes later, we got dressed for breakfast and then headed out for a bike ride. I watched his ass sway in tight grey sweat shorts. His muscled legs, in white socks, pumped his bicycle ahead of me. My raging teen hormones made me want to follow that sight for miles. He turned off for home at lunch, stunned that I wasn’t following him home.
“I’ll see it later on…”, not giving him a time, let alone a day.
Jake’s camp mentoring had taught me one big lesson at camp. If they’re horny enough, you can bend them to your will. That lesson gave me the resolve to delay seeing his new place. Getting a fit stud to be my 6-foot tall, 8-inch Cock Boy was my goal. Acting uninterested would definitely frustrate him into begging me to go over.
Next, I stopped off to see Dad at his clinic, but really I needed some official sample jars, blank labels, test strips, and a secret weapon. If John believed his testosterone levels were low enough to limit his gains, he’d be one step closer to being my Cock Boy. All afternoon, I printed labels for the testosterone test kit from a made-up internet lab (Muscle Up). Once I decided on the sample kit and packaged the Testosterone Home Kit, I was ready. I used food coloring to dye a hidden result strip. The new kit had a small jar originally used for male fertility sampling (cum tubs), a fresh test strip, and a printed testosterone level colored legend.
He couldn’t wait for me to see his new jack pad and gym. His texts were pleading; he even sent pictures of himself in a jock showing off the gym and apartment. But I was making up excuses not to go. “Come on, Billy, I’m dying to show you.”
His texts kept coming,
“Stop teasing when you coming over?”
“You coming soon or what?”
“?”
“Ready?”
The last text after supper said he was coming over. Suddenly, his big frame was dropping two stairs at a time, bursting into my bedroom. In a tight cycling Lycra shirt and cycling shorts, but out of breath, he grabbed my hand while panting. “You have to come over to see my place; my mom already said you could stay over.”
It was cute when an out-of-breath, sexy muscle teen who’s taller than you was basically begging you to spend the night. I know he was excited to show me his new place, but like me, he might be remembering our horny jack sessions.
I pulled him onto my bed to sit beside me on my right side. I don’t think we’d been this long alone without John having stripped to his jock. He resisted my pull ever so slightly before he slides in close, sitting leg to leg and ass to ass on my bed.
John spoke first, his impatience obvious. “Come on, Billy, you’re not doing anything.”
I put one hand up and stroked the back of his neck. My other hand was brushing his left inner thigh while I told him I might have figured out his stalled gains. “I think I know why you’re not gaining like you should.”
Wide blue eyes stared back at me. He was out of breath again and hard.
Holding up ‘my’ red test strip, I explained the testosterone tests we did at camp and what my red result signified: max T blood levels for peak muscle development.
John reacted with, “No way, that’s cool, bro. I bet I’d be in the red also”.
I jumped at the chance to win that bet. “Sure, John, if your test is red, you can give me a dare, and if not, you don’t get to nut until your T levels are red. All cocky and cum satisfied he looked down at me and said, “Sure bro, no way you’d beat this jock body.”
“Remember, if you lose, you’ll need my permission to nut.” Poor Cock Boy was going to love losing this bet. He needed to be controlled by me and just wasn’t man enough to admit it. Who could blame an 18-year-old virgin? Lucky for him, I was ready to help him become the sub Cock Boy we needed.
(Hope you’re hard with this little cliff hanger. Chapter 2b will follow quickly, to give you and John much needed relief.)