Cock Boys Ch. 03: Kyle & Scotty

A gay story: Cock Boys Ch. 03: Kyle & Scotty Huge 19yo brawny Kyle & Twink Scotty submit to 18yo alpha Twunk Billy.

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**Any sexual activity described is with characters 18 years old or older**

This month’s high school tale involves two new Cock Boys getting trained; falling under Billy’s seductive spell weeks apart. First Billy takes Kyle surprisingly easily, followed by Scotty’s teasing turn out. Don’t worry about poor muscled John. Even with the new Cock Boy action, he was getting loads of Billy cum down his throat and up his needy muscled ass.

Cock Boys 3: Kyle and Scotty

Cock Boys 3: Kyle’s Turn

March yields a 2nd boy, Kyle:

Going back a bit, I hadn’t yet fucked my best friend and Cock Boy John. I could tell he liked my control. You couldn’t honestly say the naive teen liked the denial associated with my training. He definitely got off on it, much to his frustration and embarrassment. To my inexperienced surprise, he continued along willingly. Sure it was to ‘boost his T’, but my boy isn’t a dummy. Far from it. What he does love about it is being hard so often, leaking up a storm, is addicted to his jocked exhibitionist life and gets off on feeling my hands and words of praise practically non-stop. All together making his willing denial worth it. Getting him worked up enough to finally tap his muscled bubble butt was progressing also.

Constant teasing was keeping the poor boy horny and desperate to nut. He complained of course, but I loved how it focused him to our cock. He looked at me with a fire and hunger for our cock, making me more excited about the plan. I wanted him begging for a pounding in his boi pussy daily. That didn’t mean I wasn’t looking for new Cock Boy challenges. The seductive hunger that John ignited in me needed fresh meat.

The trill of seducing and teasing John turned me on as much as actually fooling around together. He let me discover my special skill and I wasn’t about to waste it second guessing typical teen or small town convention. The power over him manifested physically for me as a steady drip of pre-cum when teasing him. That burning feeling in my cock was so strong it drove me to look for other boys to train. Identifying horny boys was easy. All the boys were horny, hormone filled teens. Actually selecting a good prospect would be the first step to building a stable of Cock Boys. The success I was about to experience only served to develop me into a successful Stable trainer and keeper. Seeing new Cock Boys initially resist the temptation to surrender proved to be the catalyst that drove me to go after the next boy. I loved the lust that built up (in me for sure and in the dripping boy) while seducing and training him.

Urges and plans to nut in more Cock Boys’ holes were occupying my horny teen thoughts. Images of fucking John and new boys were filling my head. John would have likely submitted his boi pussy sooner; taking him how I eventually did proved to the perfect bottom transition for my lifelong friend. He’d never nut stroking his cock again.

Outside of the locker room, Tyler’s growing excitement around John & I would force me to put him in play very soon. Either he’d lose it and jump John or I’d first move to control his training. You probably think that he’d be my next active Cock Boy. Letting him toy with John’s muscles, ass, and jocked hard-on, often wet and bulging, were leading to his rightful place with me. It worried me a bit, the cute Twink Tyler was getting more forceful when feeling up my boy. And that goes without mentioning their shared jock wearing obsession and sexy home jock clad exhibition, these last few months.

The boys at school weren’t so shy anymore when throwing dripping rods in the shower or coming and going from the shower. No one dared call anyone out either, since he’d likely be the next one teased. The amount of testosterone floating around was in direct relation to the hardness of teen dicks in the team showers. Most boys were straight and didn’t look much at the other boys (or forced themselves to look away), the exceptions being when they saw John and I.

John’s only chance to get at his cock was in the high school showers. Once his jock came off, my horny boy’s free cock was hard or half hard until he pulled on a jock again. He always jacked himself a few times when showering. How could a guy not complement John on his big stiff 8-inch cock or my massive girthy hard meat. The straights and potential Cock Boys were simply stating the obvious; not saying anything would have been more awkward. All eyes couldn’t help but notice our big swinging 5″ soft or massive hard teen cocks.

Watching horny dudes in a locker room stripping before or after weight lifting turned out to be the easiest way to choose a new prospective Cock Boy. John set the stage in his jock, priming more than just my cock. His jock clad transformation caught the eye of at least two future Cock Boys, as he paraded around the past few months. Stripped to one of his white day jocks, my muscled boy wouldn’t finish changing into his gear until making his way around the locker room. Getting everyone to guess the color of the athletic jock hidden in his backpack had become a normal routine by now and an anticipated game, if not a tasty treat for a few of us boys.

Most of the boys high fived John as he passed and all but a few boys complemented or praised his muscle gains. John pointed to me saying “Coach Billy set me up with a custom workout.” Beaming a big smile at me, my boy couldn’t help himself from stealing a quick glance at my package.

As my Cock Boy pulled on his blue pouch, with white bands, two boys reactions made my 7″ cock twitch. A brawny grade 12 stud, Kyle, and a Twink student teacher on placement, Scotty, both starred a little too long at John and his jocked naked muscles. The real prospect of training more Cock Boys got my hard-on throbbing in my briefs. Scotty’s eyes racked over John’s muscles and followed his ass around the room. Kyle couldn’t take his eyes off John’s bulge as he parade and changed. This continued for a week, sealing my resolve to make moves on them. They didn’t know it, but they would soon be happily servicing my cock. By then I’d realized how badly they craved cock and how much they needed an excuse to be seduced into Cock Boy submission.

I caught Kyle glancing up from a longing stare at John’s jock. John’s meaty beast filled his pouch whether 5″ soft or 8″ hard. Kyle’s huge shoulders and deltoids were tensed as he pulled on his white Adidas socks. I held his gaze, smirking before big Kyle turned away embarrassed to be caught looking at John. He finished dressing quickly before hurrying off to the weight room.

Kyle was hard when changing, showering and dressing. He tried shrugging it off to all the testosterone coursing through his huge muscled body. Always following up with a big bicep flex. He usually gave his dick a few strokes in the showers, when he though we weren’t looking. He suffered from hormone laced tunnel vision when staring at John’s or my cock. Thinking because he didn’t see me noticing him that I mustn’t have noticed. His eyes never looked at any of the other boys when showering.

Kyle was an impressive example of bulging teen muscle, at 240 lbs, the towering 6’3″ brawny stud looked like the ultimate alpha dream boy. He eclipsed all the other boys, Coach Dan, and easy dwarfed the new placement college Twink Scotty. Not to mention yours truly’s 5’11” tight Twunk body. However, my girthy 7-inch cock out-classed big Kyle in the showers, much to his eye’s delight apparently.

Nervous that’s his secret desires had betrayed him, Kyle kept glancing over to me between sets. Maybe the big stud was trying to gauge my reaction or trying to figure out why I smirked at him. He likely got his answer when I held his gaze, causing him to quickly look away again. What a cute horny boy, his teen dick responded with an involuntary twitch from being caught. He didn’t want to believe it, but he knew I knew he craved cock. Big Kyle was red from embarrassment, not from lifting.

I decided a little test could gauge Kyle’s potential. After laying down to bench 250 lbs, I approached him. “Hey boy, let me spot you”, while moving to straddle his head. Anyone looking would see a safety conscious coaching assistant spotting for his athlete.

Meanwhile, Kyle’s eyes popped seeing my package hanging over him. Closing in on a new Cock Boy had me half hard. He looked hungry for a feeding, not like he wanted me to move back.

I kept staring down until he looked past my bulging package, “How many?”. Asking him how many reps he planned momentarily distracted his dirty thoughts. His eyes were locked on mine.

“Ah, I do 10 reps.” Followed more softly by, “Little close dude?”.

Ignoring his question, I flexed my dick, making my shorts jump above him. Frozen in place but beginning to sweat, Kyle closed his eyes while simultaneously grabbing the bar on either side of me. A sure sign he would lift for me without further protest. This submissive Cock Boy feared drawing attention to himself and was obviously liking my ‘innocent’ spotter stance. He all but licked his sexy lips.

A virgin and not having ever given into his years of manly desires, the big muscled stud was loosing focus. Years of practice, carefully and repeatedly suppressing horny gay thoughts were dangerously close to being undone. Getting hornier by the second, teen Kyle tried thinking of girls to prevent a hard-on in front of me and the boys. Sadly for him, the slim chance that I was flirting betrayed his best efforts.

Like so many hugely muscular guys, Kyle had been channelling his gay boy desires into his muscles. He was caught in a hormone induced loop, getting horny when flexing his muscle; while also pushing himself to lift harder and thus gaining more muscle to try to quench his gay temptations.

Lifting and flexing in front of the boys naturally got him horny, even if no one was looking (as if right?). Training until covered in sweat and exhausted kept his blood from pumping up his dick fully. Still, his chubbing dick leaked through to his shorts. It was well camouflaged by the dripping sweat, soaking his muscle-tee and shorts. Dick filled dreams returned as he flexed between sets in front of the big mirror, glancing around always hoping muscled boys or men were checking him out. He couldn’t help but dream and fantasize about being taken by another big muscle stud. Kyle had never once touched or kissed a boy. No boy had dared touch him either, for fear of a pounding (not up the ass sadly).

Quenching his gay, dick dreams had always been an out of reach fantasy for the closeted small town teen. He definitely liked the shower scene in high school. Free to let his dripping, hard 6-inches spring a bonner in front of the team was his only active gay outlet. Otherwise, he was constantly forced to rearrange his package, praying it wouldn’t go fully hard changing, during training or lifting sessions. Jumping into his next set, lifting max weight, was the only slightly effective distraction from his horny thoughts.

You need a strong drive and dedication (resolve) to build a sculpted brawny body. How the needy boy didn’t breakdown and stroke himself in front of us was another measure of his resolve. A misplaced, repressive resolve now teetering on collapse.

Kyle was torn and unsure what was happening. He couldn’t be sure if I was just teasing and helping or if a boy was finally openly flirting. The idea of a younger twink teen coming on to him hadn’t occurred to him. He found the idea surprisingly exciting. The Twink, Billy, (me) was hot and his coaching authority was an added turn-on for the brawny teen.

Kyle’s tried to focus on the weight, grunting his way through the first few 250lbs bench reps. Why was he so turned on by Billy, a smaller boy? Kyle, for all his muscle mass, was a born submissive. Not knowing any different, his fantasies around gay sex had him ‘naturally’ in charge or as an equal muscle stud to some other big stud.

I spread my legs just enough to lightly tap my sweaty musky package on his forehead as he lifted his 6th rep. Kyle just about dropped the bar on his chest. I smiled down into his stunned eyes, “Need help keeping it up boy?”.

Sweat had already soaked his hair and dripped down the side of his chiselled face. His eyes shot up to meet my gaze, shocked by our ‘accidental’ contact. He either couldn’t speak or didn’t hoping for more.

Straining to recover, Kyle arched his back pushing up to resume benching. That exposed his hard abs for my wandering eyes. Next, he pushed up his hips with the strain, continuing lifting and exposing his underwear in the process.

The boy was becoming tastier with each rep. I leaned closer, not quit tapping him again. Kyle had his head back under my crotch with his back arched off the bench so much that his nose was nuzzled into my shorts rubbing against my full balls.

I encouraged him on, letting my package tap his nose and brush his hair aside, all the while counting down his last reps.

Meanwhile, John had stopped lifting, looking at me with a mixture of jealous desire and questioning disbelief. He better than anyone knew what Kyle was experiencing.

“Give me another Kyle, you love this”, (this = my cock to Kyle or this = lifting to anyone else around). My eyes bore into his, his breathing was quickening and his shorts were showing movement. He wasn’t able to look away, trapped between my legs benching his last rep.

After his last rep, I stepped around to help him up. Kyle looked up trying to suppress a sexy smile. It was all the more cute mixed with his eyes, filled with so much pent up desire. You’d normally see that much desire when edging. I guess his gay dreams had been edging for years.

Kyle leaned in quietly whispering, “Billy, I’m straight, you got it wrong”.

A few of my trademark ass pats proceeded, “Oh big boy, don’t think so.”

“Look at me”, as he whispered flexing his huge sexy biceps, “I’m not into dudes”.

At 6’3′ and 240 lbs of lean muscle, he had a point about his stereotypical look. Too bad the boy didn’t actually desire a stereotypical hetero partner. After seeing him react to John and now my teasing, gay Cock Boy desire was written across his forehead, despite his weak denial.

Our interaction served to confirm my selection. The easiest locker room conquest would be Kyle, the school’s toughest defence man. Scotty was also in my sights. At 6’3″, Kyle was the most brawny stud on the roster, much bigger than John. At 19 years old he was also the oldest player, having failed a year in grade 4. His haunted eye betrayed his suppressed gay desires. Come to think about it, I hadn’t seen him dating any of the girls since grade 10. A taste of danger had me both horny to break him and a little scared. Kyle was, in grade 12, much taller, but most importantly he obeyed my hockey and training commands without ever back talking. I remembered the huge teen who jumped to this small 5’11” coaching instructions. He never called me Sir or Coach, but the way he said ‘yes Billy’ was now music to my ears.

The next day, I called him over to my small office, once he had his skates and pads off, to tell him he needed an extra session in the weight room after practice. He filled the room, as he stood beside me in his sweaty compression shirt and tight compression trunks, while I patted his ass thanking him for coming over. He towered over me, looking down as we spoke. I explained my concerns about his development while simply resting my palm on his ass. He practically broke right there. I instructed him to come down for a quick session. Fuck, he just nodded a ‘ yes Billy’ turning to follow me out.

I detoured to tell John to wait by his locker. Something he loved to do in his jock. I knew he’d get off showing his body & full jock to the other boys as they started filling in for practice.

Kyle was waiting when I burst into the weight room in just my short shorts and briefs. I greeted him and locked the door as he watched.

“Ok, you ready for a serious muscle inspection boy?”

“Yes Billy. Should I flex for you?”

“Not yet, just take off your shirt and those shorts. Let’s see those muscles.”

Unable to disobey me in four years, he dropped his sweaty compression shorts and pulled off his damp muscle shirt. Let’s face it, he wanted to strip for me and ached for a male’s touch. I took his clothes from him as he pealed off each piece, folding them slowly in front of him.

He turned to face me as I pulled up to his side, “Ready to go over your ‘workout’ plans?”. My head was even with his wide shoulders. He smelled great, sweaty and in need of a shower.

“Yyou said, you’d show me what I’m missing Coach?” The big boy could barely speak.

He looked down to me as I stared at his throbbing cock in tiny bikini briefs. His mouth was half open as he sucked in much needed oxygen, uncertain were this was going. He already knew what he desperately wanted, desired, and was too afraid to pursue. Despite all his brawny muscle, the big boy was too weak to act on his true desires. I was poised to give him everything, yet he was second guessing his luck. His mind reeled with the possibility.

“Kyle, you need some training if you want to be in top shape, will you let me train you properly boy?”

He twitched in his bikini briefs as my fingers traced the material on his ass, not waiting for his yes. I traced the waistband riding high around his hard ass, circling across the top of his ass and down his thigh, across his hole and around the other side. Somehow I kept myself from touching his bulge.

“Yes Billy, please train me.” He held his breath, swelling his chest in the excitement and seeming to grow even taller under my teasing touch.

I thought my constant talking was distracting him into letting me feel him up. We ‘agreed’ to focus the workout on a few of his less developed muscle. Lightly touching him, I pointed out how they were important for overall fitness. By now, I had felt him up everywhere, purposely avoiding his bulge. He was embarrassed to have neglected himself. Perfect, an embarrassed and horny boy ripe for the breaking.

He was so ripe for Cock Boy service. Turned out Kyle had suppressed his horny needs for so long that he couldn’t even think about stopping me. His little moans sealed his fate as they escaped from quivering lips, “Um, um, ahh”.

It trilled me to have gotten so far. The reality that he could pound me to pulp wasn’t lost on me. It added to the excitement.

“Get over here boy, time to put you to work.”

“Yes Billy”, was his most enthusiastic response yet.

I worked him over for 40 minutes, completing three shorts circuits. He was sweating nicely as he strained his big muscles in bikini briefs. I encouraged him with lots of praise, touching and ass pats. Oh, that boy’s big, muscle ass was a fine treat for my hand and eyes.

Once done, he wiped sweat off with his loose muscle shirt, before walking back to me sporting a big muscle pump and a bouncing hardening cock. The level of horny energy between us was palpable and was fixed to boil over with a push by Coach Billy. I couldn’t resist another tease and pulled him in for a bro hug.

He wrapped his big arms around me in thanks. My face was against his muscled pecs, so I reached out to flicked his left nipple with my tongue. He was unable to stop himself from grinding his bulge against my abs. He painted me in precum in obvious need.

He was use to playing the alpha on the team. He’d soon know his place. I hugged him back, “Happy to help my boys reach their potential”.

At first, my hands didn’t know if they wanted to feel up his huge back or grip onto his tight muscled ass. Come on hands, get down there…I slide my fingers under his bikini underwear, but his big ass was too large to grip fully. I was content for the moment to feel, rub and pat his ass with both hands. He acted the alpha but moaned like a bitch rubbing himself on me uncontrollably.

I stepped back, grabbing his wet bikini bulge. “What’s got you so hard boy?”

“Oh Billy, I, ah, I can’t help it; when your hand first touched me.”

“Really! Feels like there’s a hard muscle you haven’t shown Coach yet boy.”

“Oh Billy, please stop teasing.” Answering him, I spanked once, then twice, making his cock twitch.

Poor Kyle forgot his place for a minute, “Hey little guy take it easy”.

What happened next changed Kyle’s world forever. I slipped my thumb in the front of his waistband and pulled down, hooking it under his huge balls, freeing a meaty stiff cock. Caught off guard, Kyle sucked in his breath and stumbled against the wall. His almost six inch cock waved and throbbed, leaking a drop of pre-cum on the tip. Huge balls hung low, filling his sac.

Avoiding his excited cock, I reached up to stroke his hard pecs and tight abs. Like most muscle studs, he was shaved smooth, including his cock and balls. How could he not be gay? He was speechless, trembling excitedly like he was shivering. “Ahh, hhh, ahh.”

Pressing into his firm, muscular chest harder, steadied him against the wall. Catching his breath and balance, Kyle pulled me into his side, excitedly running his hand down my back toward my ass.

He needed to go further, he’d been aching secretly for so long and was so ripe. Too afraid to make any real moves on me, his eyes burned in desire staring down at me.

“Billy, Ah, maybe we just forget this and go back to…”

Not on your life my big pussy stud. “Woe big boy, calm down. I got you”, as I wrapped my fingers around his pulsing hard cock. Slowly stroking him, my hand closed around his shaft coating it with his slippery pre-cum. His knees buckled slightly, “It’s ssso wwrong Billy, no….no…ummm. We’re not gay?!”.

He bucked his hips and pumped his big ass off the wall getting hornier with each twist of my touch. “It’s ok boy, you just need to be shown the way.”

A few more strokes around his pulsing crown had him moaning for release. “Urghh, Billy, oh Billy so close.”

Stroking my fingers along the loose skin under his cock head had him moaning in need, “oh, uhmmm, more, umm, Billllyyy”.

I stopped stroking, squeezing tightly the base of his steely cock, “Coach can train you. Would you like that boy?” My fingers tightened and loosened without moving along his shaft.

Unable to cum, he was going to experience edging for the first time. All he could do was nod yes, humping his hips trying to nut. Any lingering resistance had vanished. The poor virgin stud was melting into a slutty Cock Boy.

I stopped, leaving him hard, and pulled off my clothes. My 7″ thick monster showed him who the bigger man was. Tall as he was, his hands could barely reached my balls without bending down.

As he bent, I reached up to his shoulders. Both hands pulled my brawny, big Cock Boy to his knees. There was no resistance.

His meaty hands went for my cock as he fell to his knees. Big paws could almost grip completely around my cock. I was so turned on and hard. “Fuck, yes boy.”

Kyle was bursting in need, a born gay muscle slut.

“You’ll get your relief only after jacking my cock Kyle, so get busy.”

Frustration was plastered across the big boy’s face, as pleading eyes racked their way up from my cock to my eyes, “Yes Billy”.

I was biting my lower lip, taking in the unbelievable sight of the biggest guy in high school kneeling like a good little Cock Boy, eager to give me a handjob now that I shattered his self imposed repression.

Finally free to experiment with another boy, Kyle stroked like his life depended on my enjoyment. The boy definitely liked to please. His athletic competitiveness pushed him to excel at any physical challenge, he was proving himself to be a real jack champ.

Can’t say stoking me was challenging for him, but allowing himself this first chance to give into his gay desire was an internal challenge for Kyle. Let alone admitting he was a submissive muscle slut. He’d soon come to realize that aspect later. The way he was salivating for me was making me want to break in both holes asap.

“Tug my sac and play with my balls now.”

He did well so with the ball play, hopefully making the next step an easy transition. A little ball licking should be an easy first step to wrapping his big lips around my cock.

“You’re nuts feel so tight Billy, you ready to nut?”

Pre-cum oozed out in a plentiful supply, helping both Kyle’s jacking and my stamina. Damn, the big muscle teen was making my cum simmer.

No reason to not let it boil, “Thanks, good job boy. Lick my balls just a little would you?”

He might have heard a question, but his primal desires understood the order. His hungry tongue snaked out to lap at my shaved sac.

Once in close, my heavy cock was bobbing on his upturned nose and forehead. Lips were soon suckling in each ball, right then left repeatedly. Tap, tap, tap the sensitive underside of my weighty monster bounced on his face as he lapped and suckled my shaved balls.

He pulled on my ass, trying to get in closer. Pre-cum was dripping down his forehead from my pulsing cock.

The champ kept stroking and squeezing my cock.

“Umm Billy, love your big hard cock.” That was too much to take, even for me.

“Look at me boy”, as I nutted across his face painting a new Cock Boy with my hot batter. Horny with need, he was panting mouth open. I feed him my last few shots of cum, then wiped his face with my fingers.

He nutted with my fingers down his throat, sucking on my cum. Yes, fuck, he was a good recruit.

Soon my sleep overs at John’s Jack Pad would include visits by Kyle.

Seeing John in his full-time jock wear had already started to get more boys wearing jocks. Soon high school peer pressure made most of the other boys on the senior team switch to a jock for practice, lifting and games. Some carried on with full-time wear (ie. Scotty).

Later that week, I cornered Kyle on his way from the showers to ask him why he hadn’t tried a jock yet. He blushed at the question and I watched his cock twitch under his towel. Damn he was looking good.

“I can’t ask my mom to buy that Billy, plus what size would I get? You saw the tiny briefs she buys me.”

‘Guess you’re right Kyle, come to my office and I’ll size you.”

The water dripping from his wet hair had his brawny muscles glistening, as he walked behind me. I patted his big ass a few times to bring him along.

“Close the door Kyle, don’t want the other boys walking in do we?”

“Yes Billy.”

I sat down and motioned him over to me. As my new Cock Boy came closer, I grabbed his hips to turn him sideways and tugged off his towel.

“Lets size you up boy.” Kyle puffed up his chest looking down, trying to be intimidating. Showing no confidence, the poor pussy’s eyes instead broadcast I was in charge.

Naked and with a cock starting to fill, I measured his waist, making a show of writing everything down. I pulled his ass to me, facing him away.

I ran the tape around his ass and each upper thigh. His legs trembled slightly under my touch.

“Time to turn around boy.”

“Um, Yes Billy, do I have to?”

“It’s ok Kyle, it’s normal for you to spring wood for me.”

Turning slowly, Kyle bit his lip looking away from me. His cock was bouncing straight out.

“Dam boy, didn’t you just bust one out in the showers.”

“Yes Billy, sorry.”

I measured his twitching 6″ cock and inseam, rubbing his big tight balls.

“Let get you set up to order. Bring me your phone right away.”

“Yes Billy.”

He ran out to his locker naked, passing a stunned John sitting in his jock waiting for me.

“Hey bud, Coach needs my phone.”

He stood, cock out, beside my desk waiting for me to finish working on my computer.

I wordlessly held out my hand for his phone, he handed it over unlocked. Pointing to the floor beside me, Kyle took the hint and knelt down to watch me load International Jock and set his profile to his size. We were almost at the same eye level.

“All set boy, I expect you to shop tonight.”

“Yes Billy.”

Horned up, his hard cock rose as he pulled himself up. He didn’t leave however. The boy clearly hoped I’d stroke him again. Fat chance Cock Boy, time for some good old Billy teasing and denial. Sitting up straighter, I simply snapped him out of his fantasy, “That’s it, your dismissed boy”.

Kyle’s head did a double take, glancing between me and his hard dick. The poor Cock Boy couldn’t believing he was being dismissed without a touch.

Finally he turned to march out, dragging his heels like a wounded puppy.

John came in, bulging in his jock, “What’s up with Kyle, Coach?” His voice dripped with jealousy.

“Don’t be jealous, you’re still my #1 Boy.”

Mocking Kyle, John answered, “Yes Billy”.

A few days later, Kyle made a point to show me his first jock wrapped cock & ass. He was smoking hot, muscles pumped and sweaty post lifting.

By now I had tapped John’s tight muscle ass for the first time and wanted more.

The following week I saw Kyle limping on a day that we didn’t have a weight session planned.

“Come on down at lunch Boy, I’ll work out your kink.”

“It’s ok Billy, I’ll be fine,” blushing more than usual.

“Coach expects a ‘yes Billy’, not excuses.”

Sure enough, Kyle limped down and knocked on my door at lunch.

“Strip boy, I can’t help you with your clothes on.”

Blushing more that expected he hesitated. “It’s ok Billy, I’ll be fine.”

“I said strip boy, quit playing, we only have 45 minutes.”

Fuck me, my brawny Cock Boy was rocking a thong. “You bad boy; look at you, um sweet Jesus.” He was clearly embarrassed.

I circled him, running my fingers across his exposed ass and muscles. My hand cupped his restrained bulging package, teasing his lower abs, just above his cock. He was so hard already, it must have hurt in that baby blue thong.

Signalling him to get up, I patted the treatment table. He assumed the position on his back. Stepping back, I stripped completely while watching the burly boy’s mouth drop open. “Don’t want any oil on my good clothes, right boy.” Kyle just nodded yes while staring at my half hard monster cock and balls.

I coated his legs and chest with plenty oil and dove in, massaging his thighs. My hands gave a decent massage when I wanted. I truly wanted to help him, and myself truth be told.

Kneading his sore leg took 15 minutes before he could finally relaxed his right quad. Mision one accomplished, now time for Mission Ass-possible.

My fingers toyed across his hard package brushing him teasingly. He wimpered ‘ummm’ turning his head to my crotch.

His hand reached for the prize, ready to feel another boy’s cock for the second time. I swatted his hand away. My Cock Boy would be getting my cock differently. He looked up, pouting and horny for me. Perfect time to move him along in his Cock Boy training.

Just a spin of my hand got the horny boy to turning over. He ground his pouch wrapped cock into the massage table as My hands kneaded his flesh.

I poured a generous stream of oil on his exposed muscle butt, soaking the thong riding up his crack.

Next, I wasted no time diving into his ass and worked my strong thumbs around his hole. He humped the table grinding his cock moaning for more.

“Damn boy, how long you been dreaming of coach working you over like this.”

“Ummm, Billy, ah, please don’t stop.”

“Just getting started boy, want coach to train you hard?”

“Arghh” and he softly answered, “yes”. Maybe afraid I didn’t hear his plea, he repeated the affirmative plea, “Yes Billy”.

I pulled him back, partly off the table, until he was standing bent over. Peeling off his sexy thong only made him moan more. I kicked his legs apart to bring him down to my height. Kyle pressed his chest flat into the table top, opening his ass to me. His virgin rosebud was slick when my finger dove in, a second finger was stretching his brawny ass in no time. He took all three fingers with ease. By know I recognized a boy cunt that had been training. Kyle must have been working his ass at home, either hoping Coach Billy would take him or just closet gay solo play.

“Boy, you’re ready, you been training for Coach?’

“Yes Billy, I dreamt you’d take my ass after that first session. Ah, Please don’t hurt me.”

“Just relax for me, boy. You trust Coach don’t you?”

Kyle nodded yes, whimpered and purring as I massaged his prostate, stretching out his hole for a girthy invader. Nothing this bigger stud could say or do was going to stop me from tapping a second Cock Boy’s sweet sexy ass.

Plus, he’s wanted this for years. No way he’d resist giving his tight cherry boi pussy to me.

“Trust me boy, Coach will take care of your boi pussy.”

“You’re cock is so big and sexy, Billy.”

I grabbed my meat to coat it in oil before claiming another Cock Boy’s ass.

“Time to beg for it. We’ll be doing this so often, boy.”

“Yes Billy, take me, please fuck me.”

Big Kyle was moaning and writhing to my touch. No Cock Boy since had submitted so willingly or easily to me. I loved the power my cock had over this brawny stud.

His first 1″ fuck tunnel was beyond tight. Once I broke thought his pulsing opening, Kyle tighten his ass, massaging my cock head as I held it just inside his hot entrance. I loved the feeling, but couldn’t resist slowly pushing deeper to hear Kyle pant in response.

Bottoming out, he ground his ass driving me deeper. I spanked him, eliciting a high pitched yelp, before sliding out. He took my pounding like a tough muscle boy, panting and moaning like a slut, as I grazed his prostate repeatedly.

“Billy, ah Billy, ah Billy, how did you, ummm know, oh Billy fill me ass.”

Hearing that, I blasted in record time. Breeding the bigger, muscled boy for the first time was a powerful feeling.

Kyle kept grinding his cock on the table, milking out all of my cum. “Ummmm, oh I never, I mean Billy that was ah, fuck.” I could tell Kyle liked having an ass full of Billy seed.

Fully drained, I slapped his ass and guided him back onto the table. Kyle’s muscles were pumped full from his raging hormones and years of repressed desires. His hard cock hadn’t softened as he took my load up his virgin hole. I pushed him onto his back, he was a quivering mess of nerves. So satisfied with a fresh load in his hole, yet so horny to blow his nuts. Cum was churning in his meaty balls, ready to shoot out of the rock hard cock now in my grip.

I used my cum leaking from his ass to stroke him to the edge twice. My other hand worked his worn hole and massaged his prostate to match my strokes. He was panting and moaning my name, “Biillllyyyyy, oh, oh Biiilllyyyy, please.”

My bull was so ready to nut when I moved to finished him off. Pinching his nipple and pressing his prostate sent him into a full body orgasm, with a throbbing cock sticking straight to the ceiling. His big muscles clenched as he tried to stem the unstoppable. My hands worked him relentlessly and my eyes and ears loved to watch him fight through the orgasm. The boy was already sweaty from when I tapped his ass and now he was covered in a sexy sweaty sheen.

With no hands on his cock, it pulsed as ropes of thick, creamy cum flew high and covered him with big white shots. Working his prostate kept him shooting across his upper chest while writhing on the massage table. His big muscled frame and legs hung off the sides and end of the table.

I washed my hands and headed out to class. He lay panting and rubbing cum into his chest as I left. He had to take a quick shower before returning to class, luckily only Coach Dan was around.

Big Kyle, felt like a bull moose caught in headlights, as he dried off and pulled on his wrinkled clothes quickly. Stammering an excuse for showering at lunch, “Ah Coach, Billy had me squeezed in an extra lifting session.”

As he rushed into class late, I smiled knowingly up to him. His clothes and hair were disheveled, obviously having dressed in a rush. The big boy was blushing, sitting right beside me for the first time in class. My hand rubbed his meaty thigh for the next hour, grazing his inner thigh and leaving him wanting my touch between his wide, hard thighs.

Kyle’s leg couldn’t stop trembling, shaking slightly up and down. The big muscle slut was my newest and second Cock Boy taken into my stable. He was already horny for more.

I couldn’t wait to turn Kyle out to be used under my control. My two hot Twinks targets were being actively teased and flirted with. They ached to be taken under my wing. Maybe tough Twink Tyler or little Scotty would be fucking big Kyle next. I lost track of the fantasies, momentarily unable to pick who’d get fucked or suck my big cock next, Kyle, Scotty, Tyler, or John

Cock Boys 3: Scotty’s Turn

March – April’s 3rd Cock Boy recruit Scotty:

March was formerly straight Scotty’s long cock tease, leading to the inevitable by April.

The new and oldest boy at school this semester was a tight clone of a younger twink John. He preferred Scott, but I called him Scotty from the beginning. Soon all the boys called him Scotty outside of the classroom, when he was working in the locker room, weight room and on ice. He was new meat for me to take, a second year college placement teacher, job shadowing Coach Dan and the old english teacher Ms Hayward. He had rented an apartment near John’s, having moved from the big city.

I worked to build Scotty’s Cock Boy lust. For starters, I praised his weak weight training effort, while guiding his workouts with the team. I made sure to give him plenty of lingering ass grabs. He didn’t know what to make of it, till he saw me patting the other boys and grabbing John.

My ass play with Scotty increased at the same pace as big Kyle’s.

Exciting Scotty and teasing him was so much fun. Taking it easy and slowly flirting with the short Twink was only possible because I was already nutting into my favorited Cock Boy John and played with brawny Cock Boy Kyle.

I stroked his arm, when we talked and held his back while we walked around. During ice training, if we were in the bench, I gave him teasing light neck and shoulder rubs. I planned on breaking him soon and needed him ripe before our big out of town tournament.

For a college junior, he was shy. So he took my ass play quietly. I got the sense he knew what I had planned for him. He made offhand comments about my extra training of Kyle and John.

His weight sessions started off easy, as he wasn’t use to it. I offered a rub down after each session. By the 10th day his sore muscles won over his fears. His hollow Twink eyes betrayed his desire and willingness to submit to me. I told him to have a hot shower to help loosen up and to come down to my office. In his towel, with his hair still dripping, I had him lay down on the table. He groaned with the strain on his sore Twink muscles.

I coated his legs, arms and back in oil, before really working his muscles deeply. His sexy Twink frame glistened. When he finally started to relax, sinking into the table, I made my move. I kept one hand massaging his shoulder, holding him down firmly. My other hand undid his towel and flipped it open. Before he could react my warm oiled hand was already moving the massage to his hairless glutes.

He squirmed in surprise, too timid to protest under my dominant grip. I drizzled oil over his crack, watching it drip to his balls. A hardening cock was rubbing in tight circles in sync with my two hands kneading his glutes. Faint whimpers betrayed his horny enjoyment. He stifled soft moans while my hands worked him over.

“Easy boy, you’re suppose to relax.”

He was unconsciously humping the table ever to slightly, forcing down on his cock. “Billy I, I can’t help it your hands feel so good”

“Call me Coach down here boy.”

“Yes Coach”

I dove into his crack working oil into his tight virgin rosebud. I held a thumb firmly against his rosebud, keeping a constant circling pressure. I massaged the trail between his hole and balls for a long time. Precum flowed from his hard cock trapped under his right leg. I pulled it out, between his legs on one of his humping upstrokes.

His cock and balls were slick with oil and I took advantage. I alternated working his balls and rubbing the underside of his cock as it pressed into the towel under him. My thump kept circling his rosebud mercilessly making him moan and whimper.

“Good boy.”

Those two words made him melt into the table, “Umm Coach..”

“Roll over for me, boy.” Under my spell he mindlessly complied.

He was hairless, except for a trim pubic patch. The Twink kept himself shaved and his soft, milky skin felt so different than Kyle and John.

A hard dripping 6″ cock flopped side to side as he settle on his back. One hand held his chest down and my other cupped, tugged and massaged his balls. Twink body and thin twink cock matched each other perfectly.

“Please I’m so close Coach.” Hearing that I thought ‘Yes boy, you know your place’.

I edged my Cock Boy Twink relentlessly. He had never been on the edge like this. Lusting for release, he humped whenever I stopped stroking him. Nearing the end, I had other plans for his eventual orgasm. I stripped naked while he humped hands free, cooling before his next edge. I slide my big hard cock to his panting lips as they parted automatically. He opened it wide, in a cock crazed fog.

Lust to nut had him blind with need. I got off on breaking fresh boys to my will. Boiling cum got the better of me. Ropes soon shot into his virgin mouth blowing out the side and nose.

Simultaneously, I started high speed stroking his slick crown. Pre-cum flowed non-stop lubricating my efforts.

He shot off with a mouth full of my cum. A rocket volley flew onto his face and a trail of cum soon covered him all the way to my hands stroking out the last drops of dripping white nectar. He had just pumped out a massive load, draining his muscles. He was sweating and lost in post orgasm bliss.


Cum coated lips were soon trying to apologize and make up excuses for his nut and blow job. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to cum or suck you Coach.”

“All my cock boys get my special training if they obey me. Will you obey me from now on?”

It was a rhetorical question from my perspective, but helped my boys come to terms with the changes. Once under my spell, no boy had failed to please me.

Scotty was still laying on the table with my hands still on him, recovering from his first Cock Boy session. Licking the cum from his lips.

Post-nut, first time gay boy guilt was gripping Scotty, “We can’t do this again, I’m not gay, you’re too hot to be gay Billy.”

“Sure we are Scotty, we’re just gonna play. No one will know.” Hehe. Except my Cock Boy Stable, I almost added.

His Twink cock was hardening again in my grip. Slick with cum, I decided to seal the deal. I expertly stroked him to another hard-on, not that bonning up a young guy was hard to do. Luckily, it took longer to get him to nut. I probed his ass, stretching his hole. Could I tap his needy ass this easily…

Tease cock, only finger him due to timeline.

I inched his cock (and ass) to the edge of the table. Pushing his legs over my shoulders opening his virgin ass up. My middle finger slipped in after breaking through his tight opening. Oil mixed with his cum lubed the way in. His first mid blowing prostate massage broke him, sending his head shaking in circles on the bed. Pulling back, I sized up my big meat to his tiny Twink ass. Even I doubted he could take me.

“No Billy, you’re too big for me. Oh no. Stop.” His tiny hands pushed against my hips. Real fear filled his eyes.

All I could think was, ‘So Sexy’. “My little boy need some time before Coach works him over?”

My hand hadn’t stopped lightly stroking his throbbing shaft, keeping him on the edge, close to nutting a second time, but unable to without more stimulation.

As an afterthought he whispered, “I’m not gay.”

I moved my hot crown to his tender mouth, as he licked his lips. His eager lips were kissing my crown as he moaned below me. “Sure you are, say your mine; answer me boy.”

“Argh, Billy. I’m yours, please let me cum.” He barely got that plea out before I sunk my cock in. Holding his head to the table, I piston fucked his Twink mouth, only going half way in. The greedy Twink kept his teeth covered and licked as much as possible. The inexperienced was made up for by his eager desire. Plus, he was so hard.

“Boy, you’re mine now. You were right about John & Kyle. My throbbing cock unloaded in his mouth as I pulled out to mark him. Cum painted his face.

He unloaded almost in sync, as I kept long stroking his cock. With my finger working his prostate non-stop, milking his second load. Cum poured from his tip.

“How does it feel to be one of Billy’s Cock Boys?”

Scotty said ” But Coach, I can’t be one of your boys, you’re a student.” Nothing about not being gay I noticed.

“Ha, Ha, good one boy.” No longer smiling, my eyes bore into his.

He looked on simply saying “Yes Coach Billy I’m your boy.”

“Good boy, you’ll need to come when I say, so be ready.”

Chapter previews:

Scotty was so submissive, I couldn’t yet picture him tapping bottoms John and Kyle with his sexy cock just yet. Somehow I saw in this tiny Twink the potential and desire to also fuck. Not a trait my favourite Cock Boy John had. Bless his sexy ass, but John was only nutting from the pounding I gave him. He wasn’t allowed to jack and frankly he liked the jock denial and fucking too much. Kyle could claim he was vers but really preferred to serve.

Tyler was a different Twink animal. Defiant and stubborn like me, but willing to submit to my cock.

Straight high school Coach Dan walked in on something he shouldn’t have and finds his untapped needs met, and then some.

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