Written, created, conceived, and masturbated to by AKA.
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Disclaimer: This story is intended for adults. It contains themes and situations that are not suitable for those not considered adults in their communities. It also contains naughty words. All characters in this story are intended to be portrayed as adults and therefore legally entitled to perform the strange, disgusting, and often downright immoral acts they are described as doing.
The following is part thirteen of the Bob Cocker saga.
a.k.a. Cock Bobber - The Recruitment by AKA
Will Down sat behind his desk and tried to look busy. He looked over the contents of his desk and drummed his fingers on the hard wooden surface. He reached out and moved his stapler one inch to the left.
There wasn't much use for a private office for the assistant coach of the lacrosse team, but when Will took the job with the University, he had insisted upon getting one. He may not have negotiated a top salary, but at least he had a private place to call his own. Some might have complained about the location -- a converted storeroom deep in the basement of the athletic field house -- but Will was happy. All the better to have a little privacy when making his moves on 'the ladies'. Will's eyebrows waggled up and down. Will's eyebrows always waggled up and down whenever he thought of 'the ladies'.
Will had hoped for a little female companionship this afternoon, in fact. He was a bit confused as to why no one had showed up. He'd made of point of mentioning how much paperwork he had to do that afternoon right in front of a group of cheerleaders. How he'd be alone down here all afternoon. He'd seen that same group of girls whispering and pointing in his direction many times in the past ... especially when he wore 'the shorts'. Will's eyebrows always waggled up and down when he knew 'the ladies' were checking out 'the shorts'.
After moving the stapler one inch to the right, Will was was just about to give up and head home when he heard the telltale 'clack clack' of high heels on the concrete floor of the hallway outside. Suddenly realizing how empty his desk was, Will scrambled to find a pad and pen and began writing out a list of ... anything.
As the rapid paced footsteps made their way down the interminably long hallway, Will whispered to himself, "That's why it took so long; she had to go home and get the 'fuck me' shoes." He snickered lewdly as he smoothed his scraggly moustache.
He was doing his best to look nonchallant when the heel clacks finally culminated in the appearance of Sasha Kohmfetter. She didn't pause to knock or even slow down to politely wait in the doorway for permission to enter. She walked straight through the open door, crossed the room in two steps, and stopped right in front of his desk. She leaned over part way, supporting herself with the palms of her hands on the desk. She remained silent as she looked Will straight in the eye.
Will sat in his chair, a bit shocked. As far as he knew, Sasha Kohmfetter worked in the Psychology Department, but she also had some tenuous link to the Atheletics Department. Will hadn't quite figured out why, but the other coaches seemed to consult her quite often on player selections and such. Will didn't go for that psycho-babble mumbo-jumbo, so he'd never had much interest in what she did. Of course, he might be interested in other ways; she was pretty hot -- in that 'older woman' sort of way. While his brain tried to determine exactly what she might want with him, Will's gaze naturally dropped to the juncture of her rather full breasts. It was the same spot that Will tended to look at when talking to any woman, but the way she was leaning down made it especially irresistible.
Sasha clucked her tongue as she noticed that she'd lost eye contact. She put one hand under Will's chin and lifted his head until he looked her in the eye. "Willy, I think you should get contact lenses," she said plainly.
Will subconciously repositioned his gradient-shaded, aviator-style glasses on his nose. He'd always thought he looked pretty cool in those. Just like in 'Top Gun'. He pursed his lips and started to form the 'W' to ask 'why' when Sasha put a finger on his lips to silence him.
"I know ... you're wondering why I would come all the way down here to talk about that. Well, Willy ... allow me to explain."
She turned and walked over to the television cart used to review game tapes during team meetings. She reached into her shoulder bag and removed a video tape. Will stammered as she pressed the eject button on the tape player and put an embarrassed hand to his forehead as she tossed his copy of Buttfucked Cheerleaders 14 onto his desk. He stared down at it and wondered if this was some kind of bullshit feminist / politically-correct ambush to get him fired -- when he heard moans and groans better than any porn flick coming from the television. He parted his fingers and peeked through to the image on the screen.
"What you're watching is a tape I made of my daughter Tanya getting assfucked by her boyfriend, Bobby."
Will choked from the pure shock of hearing a mother talk that way about her daughter. But that didn't stop him from staring at the image on the screen. This 'Bobby' was lying on his back while Tanya rode him while facing away. 'Anal Reverse Cowgirl' was what the porn reviewers called it. Or ... uhh, so he'd heard.
The viewpoint was looking over the shoulder of the boy with the camera possibly sitting on a shelf in the headboard of the bed. At one point, Tanya looked back over her shoulder directly into the camera and smiled; she knew it was there. The view of the boy's prick sliding in and out of Tanya's ass was amazing. Will gasped when the gorgeous teenage girl actually grinned at the camera, then rached back and spread her ass cheeks, making the view of her butthole even more amazing. Blood rushed to Will's cock in response to the scene.
Obviously, 'Bobby' liked the view as well. He moaned loudly in obvious orgasm. 'That's it, Bobby. Squirt your little load up there!' encouraged the girl's voice on the tape. 'Get it all in there. I'll save it for you. I promise.'
Will wasn't sure what that last part meant, but he hardly cared. He was simply mesmerized by the way in which Tanya was riding her ass on that dick. She kept herself balanced on her knees so her hands could keep her buttcheeks spread for maximum viewing pleasure; she loved the camera like a porn star. Will could actually see her ass muscles squeezing on the head of this Bobby's dick. Milking it. Draining it. As he came in her ass, Tanya slowed her actions but only finally stopped when Bobby reached down and pushed her off his now overly-sensitive glans.
Tanya giggled joyfully. With her hands still pulling apart her cheeks, she lifted her ass into the air, arched her back, and put her face to the floor. She smiled as her butthole gaped open, revealing the reddened flesh inside coated with a film of white cum.
The girl was a top grade professional butt slut.
Will let out a long exhaled breath and then finally a grunt as he not-so-casually grabbed his cock through his shorts and freed it from the painful bent position into which it had quickly stiffened. Why did he have to wear such tight shorts?
The image on the screen paused, capturing that gaping asshole frozen in time. He realized that Sasha was sitting on his desk with the remote.
She stared at the hand in his crotch. "I guess you like what you see, huh?"
Will realized he was grabbing his dick while watching home made porn ... with the girl's mother sitting next to him. He coughed in response and straighted up in his chair.
Sasha chuckled. "Don't worry, Willy. I want you to like it. In fact, I want your dick to get hard. You see, Willy, I want you to buttfuck my daughter."
Will's eye's grew wide and his mouth dropped open in shock.
"You know, sodomize her. Cornhole her. Ream her tight little ass. Fuck her where the sun don't shine."
Will just stared back in disbelief.
"Ohh, you're wondering why, aren't you? Well, as you can see, my darling Tanya has the makings of a world class slut. She's taken on half her senior class by now and pulled some damn long trains for the football team. But up to now, it's all been straight pussy action. Those boys are eager to get at her ass, but ... I just don't think she's ready. That's where you come in."
Will's eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"You see, Will, with those tight shorts you're always wearing, anyone can see that you've got a decent sized cock stuffed in there. When you get a hardon in those stupid things, everyone can see whether or not you're circumsized, ferchrisakes."
He frowned at the use of the word 'stupid', but Sasha cut him off with a wave of her hand.
"C'mon, Willy. No man should wear shorts that tight." Her gaze fell to his lap. "You've got 6 and 3/4 neatly circumsized inches tucked in there. Go ahead and drop those dumbass shorts, Willy. Let's see if I'm wrong."
Will just stared at her.
"Drop 'em, Willy."
Realizing that one hell of a hot woman was demanding to see his cock, Will quickly decided to comply. He stood up quickly and deftly peeled the sweaty polyester and white cotton briefs down in a single movement. His 6 and 3/4 neatly circumsized inches sprang out like a spring.
"Now sit down."
Will obeyed. Since having his shorts around his ankles in this office was quite familiar to him, Will automatically grasped his cock and stared at the TV screen -- like most afternoons.
"Uhh, Will? It's not terribly polite to whack off in front of your collegues, so .. uhh ... grab ahold of those armrests for me, wouldja?"
Will did as she asked. His cock jutted out of his lap, wavering slightly as if caught in a gentle breeze.
"That's better. Not a bad looking piece of meat, considering the source. I like the look of it poking up there from your lap like that. Get used to sitting like that, ok?"
His brow wrinkled in confusion at that last part, but Sasha continued.
"Now, take a look at Bobby's pitiful little pecker."
He looked at the still image of Bobby's spent dick on the screen. It did look a little small, he thought, but ... he just came, right?
"How could any good mother thoughtlessly send her daughter to get buttfucked by the basketball team when only that little twig has been up there? Some of those guys are HUGE."
Will instantly thought of Boyd LaRue, the new 6' 9" forward. Even though he wasn't part of the basketball coaching staff, he'd caught a glimpse of Boyd in the shower. Ok, quite a few glimpses. Sasha was right. Those guys could have some enormous cocks.
"So I figured I might be able to coax you into helping stretch her out a little bit. I'd like yours to be the first man-sized cock to penetrate her tight little butthole -- Bobby's boyish little prick really doesn't count. I've seen the way you look at her when she comes to visit. Your eyes are practically glued to her ass."
He looked again to the TV screen. The girl did have a fantastic ass.
"Spring break is coming up. You will have one week of free reign over my daughter's butthole. I want you to ream her little starfish as much and as often as you can. Only her ass. You can stay at our house and she'll be at your beck and call. As often as you can get it up, she'll milk a load out of you with that talented sphincter."
Will was mesmerized by the image of Tanya's stretched, gaping, semen-coated asshole paused on the screen before him. Sasha's words were driving him insane. He gripped the armrests tightly as he resisted the urge to grab ahold of his twitching cock. It felt like it would burst in his lap. He wanted Tanya. He wanted that ass. It seemed ... too good to be true. There had to be ... a catch.
"I can tell you're interested, but ... you're wondering, 'What's the catch?', aren't you?" asked Sasha.
The woman was a mind reader, thought Will as he nodded.
Sasha grinned. That grin scared Will just more than a little. "Watch carefully, Willy" She un-paused the video.
Will watched as Tanya smiled at the camera and waved her ass around a bit in the air. Her gaped open hole twitched shut and the dark hole was replaced by a pearly gob of white goo -- cum -- pushed out of her ass. Damn, that looked hot.
Will then realized that the waving action of Tanya's ass was actually caused by her moving backward on her hands and knees. Before he could even wonder why, Tanya's facial expression changed to a much more wicked smile as she rocked upright -- jamming her cumfilled ass right down on the poor boy's face.
Will gasped and choked.
On the screen, Tanya began to rock back and forth, grinding down on Bobby's head. At first, Will assumed the boy would push her off, but quickly realized that the motions of his head indicated he was ... licking. Licking and sucking.
Bobby was eating his own cum out of Tanya's ass. Will's breathing came to a standstill. He was mesmerized.
As Tanya began to moan and buck from his actions, Bobby reached up and pulled her gyrating hips down onto his face.
Tanya began to moan in quick huffs of breath. The moans began to turn into screams. She was cumming. She was cumming hard while having cum licked out of her ass. Damn, that looked hot.
Just as her screams reached a crescendo, the scene jumped to a new closeup shot of Tanya's face -- different time, different place. Will exhaled in disappointment at missing her peak from the last scene, but realized from the dazed look and matted hair that he was looking at a recently fucked Tanya ... which regained his interest. The face on the screen looked groggily into the camera, smiled, and silently mouthed 'Hi, Mommy'. The camera pulled back and panned down to show a well-fucked, cum covered pussy. Shaved, of course. Even though Will half expected it, he still gasped as he saw the back of Bobby's head enter from the bottom of the screen and bury itself between Tanya's thighs. A new set of Tanya's moans ensued as her hands clutched Bobby's head and pulled it hard against her crotch.
The video flipped through several more short scenes taken at different times and occasions. Each showed young Bobby pressing his face into a sloppy crotch then licking and sucking the gooey contents.
"As you can see, Bobbby is a cumsucker. A champion cumsucker, actually. Tanya has successfully trained him to willingly and lovingly eat cum from her pussy and asshole. And while young Bobby has eaten the semen of dozens of different men from her snatch, he's only eaten his own cum from her asshole. A few nights ago, he joined the ranks of heterosexual cocksuckers ... and he's already proving to be a master."
As if on cue, the scene on the video changed to an image of Bobby's head bobbing up and down on a rather fair sized cock. Will could hear Tanya and Sasha's voices in the background urging Bobby on. He looked rather dedicated to his task -- stroking and pumping with his hands, following his tightly clasped lips up and down. The look on his face was ... odd. Like he didn't want to be there, but ... couldn't help himself.
"Bobby will be an active part of your week with Tanya, Willy. He'll personally suck out and swallow every load you shoot up her ass. He'll lick your cock clean afterward and suck you hard for the next round when necessary. Can you handle that, Willy?"
Will simply nodded.
Sasha smiled. "Tanya has told me of a particular fantasy of hers. Since even a horny little geek like you will need an occasional rest, she intends to step out at times to get her pussy loaded up by her football team friends. She'll call and let you know she's on her way home. When she returns, you're to be sitting on the couch with Bobby keeping your cock rock hard and well lubricated with spit. She'll climb on your lap facing her darling Bobby and slide her ass down on your cock. Bobby will then lick the two of you with long, lapping strokes -- starting at your balls and ending at her clit. As your gentle pumping action in her ass forces the sperm of her other lovers out of her cunt, Bobby will slurp up every drop. When you finally blow your load up inside her, she'll squeeze it back onto your cock for Bobby to clean. She's a nasty, nasty girl, Willy. Can you work with that?"
Will's white-knuckle grip on the arms of his chair was tighter than ever. His cock swayed and twitched in his lap, fully engorged. Oh yeah, he could work with that. He nodded slowly.
"Good! But ... uhh ... there is one more little thing to work out. You see, Bobby's participation isn't the 'catch' I mentioned."
Will's eyebrows lifted in question.
"It ... it may be a lot to ask of you, Willy. I'm pretty sure you're right for the job, but ... well, I want you to keep an open mind."
Will arched his eyebrows further in an exaggerated look of 'Yessss?'
"You see, Willy, at the end of your week of buttfucking my daughter, I want you to become like Bobby."
His breath caught short in his chest.
"After that week, it will be your tongue lapping semen from a well fucked pussy. It will be your mouth that opens to accept a hard cock guided in by a female hand. It will be your face underneath a pair of sticky thighs. All the duties that Bobby currently has will be yours -- except not with Tanya, of course -- I have a different source of protein in mind for you. Are you still interested?"
He didn't say a word. Couldn't say a word. He tried hard not to move a muscle. This was too much information to absorb at once. The thought that this woman would offer up her daughter's ass was one thing. Her cumsucking boyfriend was another. But the thought becoming just like him? He couldn't process it.
But then he felt it. A mixture of warmth and coolness just below the head of his dick. He glanced down fearfully and saw it. A large drop of clear pre-cum had just oozed out of his twitching hard cock and began to drip down the shaft. He looked back up at Sasha, wide-eyed.
Sasha smirked, looking rather pleased with herself. "While you're thinking about that, Willy, let me tell you what I have in mind. While I can't offer you the job of Tanya's cumsucker, I can sweeten the offer for you. You see, Willy, what I'm offering you is cheerleader pussy. Fresh, young, athletic, slutty, delicious, cumfilled cheerleader pussy. The entire JV squad -- I've talked it over with them. You've been trying to gain their attention for months now, right? Well, now you'll have them gently stroking your hair and telling you what a good boy you are as you slurp warm semen from their tasty little cunts. Does that make it more attractive to you, Willy?"
He swallowed hard with a loud gulping sound.
"Oh, I know. You're wondering why I'm asking so much of you, right? Why this is necessary? Well, Willy, it's all about psychology. As the athletic department's psychology advisor, it's my job to find ways to improve team performance and morale. It's a well established fact at this school that every team needs a cumgobbling little pussy boy in order to truly achieve. It's been the the dirty little secret of our success for over a century now. Every team on campus already has at least one punk bobbing knob in the locker room -- every team except one, that is. Do you know which team, Willy?"
Will shook his nead numbly.
"Lacrosse, Willy! Your team! And things aren't looking too good in pre-season scrimmages, Willy, so I've put to the task of finding a cumhole for the team ASAP. So I've come directly to you, the team's backup junior secondary coach ... or whatever. I've had my eye on you ever since you came on staff. In fact, I was the one who recommended they hire you. Did you know that?"
Will shook his head again.
"Anyway, Willy, the lacrosse team needs you. They need your mouth, anyway. The players need the sense of power they get from pumping a load into the throat of someone like you. Or the secret thrill of sending their cheerleader girlfriends to your office for a good cunt cleaning. You see, lacrosse doesn't quite have the glory of football or basketball, does it? So it's a lot harder to find sissy boys willing to spend a little time on their knees for the team. And of course, there's the other problem. You know what the other problem is, don't you Willy?"
A slow headshake indicated that Will did not.
"The main problem with the lacrosse team is that it's bascially a white-man's game ... there are no black players on the team."
Will's eyes widened a bit. 'She couldn't know!' he thought.
"It's usually quite easy for teams with mostly black players to find a white punk. Once a few freshman girls have been turned out for black cock, it's only a matter of time till one of their hometown sweethearts catches a whiff of negro semen in her stretched out cunt. Or some waterboy detects the scent of white pussy on a black dick in the locker room. Then, Boom ... a punk is born and within a week he's gaining weight from his new high protein diet," Sasha giggled.
Willy swallowed hard as a flush of fear swept through his body. She couldn't know! She couldn't know about Darien. About Darien's cock. About Darien's long, thick, delicious black cock.
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Will shook his head almost imperceptibly to clear his mind of the vision of a glistening black phallus that had just appeared there. As Sasha continued discussing the role of the team punk, Will's mind wandered back to his days on the high school football team.
She couldn't possibly know about that. She couldn't know about the night when Darien Lucas, the team's star running back, came back to their road-game motel room complaining about "that cocktease of a waitress" from the cafe across the parking lot.
Will still remembered clearly how a drunken Darien stormed awkwardly into the room. How the waitress had run off with some lame excuse about not getting pregnant. How Darien had yanked down his shorts to reveal his huge hardon still shiny with fresh pussy juices. How he'd complained, 'Now what am I supposed to do with this?'" How he worried that he'd never get to sleep now. Worried how lack of sleep would lose them the game tomorrow.
Will's memories of the next few minutes were a little fuzzy, he had to admit. He remembered being on his knees. He remembered the tangy flavor of the waitress still clinging to Darien's cock. He remembered the warm flood of semen in his mouth. What he couldn't remember was ever actually deciding to become a cocksucker, but ... that's what he became that night.
The next day, Darien rushed for 226 yards and set a new conference record.
If there was any sense of embarrassment over what had happened, it disappeared when Darien began to call Will his 'good luck charm'. He and Darien roomed together for the remainder of that season. The night before every road game, Darien sat on the edge of the motel bed and got his 'lucky blowjob'. Before home games, they 'studied the playbook' at Darien's place the night before.
The team went undefeated from then on, led by the performance of their all-star running back.
Darien was cool. As his record setting season continued, he had plenty of women hanging on him every night. But before a game, he would always tell the girls that he was 'saving himself'. He's still fuck 'em, of course, but he'd always bring the cumload to Will. "Savin' it for m'boy," he'd always say as Will slurped on his pussy covered cock.
The team took state that year. 43-7 in the final game.
Darien was asked to interview at 6 ivy league schools. Before he went off to visit the first of them, he stopped and saw Will ... for good luck. He got offered a full ride. After that, he saw Will nearly every day for the rest of the summer. It was never a 'gay' thing for either of them. They both loved pussy, right? Darien loved fucking pussy and Will loved sucking pussy juice off his cock. Darien had plenty of girlfriends and fucked them day and night all summer long. He just knew where to get the best blowjob in town and took full advantage of it. Most of the time, he arrived with a cock fresh from fucking a willing cunt or ass. He knew Will liked that. Most often, he'd save the cum. He knew Will liked that, too. And even when Darien did leave his load inside some cheerleader, Will could always coax one more out of him. It took a bit longer and was a bit more challenging, but ... Will liked that, too.
Eventually, the summer had to end. Darien finally chose from the best of the offers and headed off across the country. There was no way for a 2nd stringer like Will to get a scholarship and he certainly couldn't afford it. They said goodbye with a seven blowjob suckfest that lasted all night ... with a final treat in the parking lot of the airport. Darien wanted to make sure he was completely 'stocked up' ... for good luck.
It must have worked. Darien went on to bowl-game fame in college and eventually to the pros. His success rubbed off on everyone. Nine players from that team got full rides to college. Two others made the pros. Being part of that team even allowed a 2nd string receiver like Will to land an assistant coaching position here at the university. And ... if you looked at it right ... you could chalk it all up to one freaked out waitress and an eager little cocksucker named Will Down.
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" ... pumping and stroking and sucking until ... Willy? Willy, are you listening to me?"
His eyes darted back and forth as he realized he'd been caught daydreaming.
"Pay attention, Willy! I don't think that a guy like *you* will want to miss out on this opportunity. I think my daughter's ass speaks for itself and ... dear God, Willy ... you'd never get near it or any other piece of high caliber ass on you own, that's for sure. In fact, I doubt you'd even have a shot at those hairy vegetarian chicks in the art department. But my way, you'll be bathing in the hottest pussy on campus on a daily basis. Sure, that pussy will be full of the fuckjuice of other men, but at least it's pussy, right Willy?"
His eyes narrowed as he tried to decide if he should be insulted.
"Anyway. Listen, now that you know what I'm offering, let's talk." Sasha sat on the far side of Will's desk and began moving the few sparse contents off to the sides. "I know you spend a lot of afternoons in that chair with a raging hardon watching your little porn collection. You sit there with those ugly ass shorts around your ankles and your hands pumping furiously away at your cock. Well, Willy my dear, I propose a few minor changes to that daily ritual."
Will coughed quietly as she moved around the desk and sat on the desk edge in front of him. She hooked the arm of his rolling chair with her foot and pulled it forward, then swung her leg over his head, spreading her legs wide in front of him. Her short skirt crept up her thighs. She wasn't wearing panties.
"Would you like to hear my ideas, Willy?" she asked in a quiet voice.
He nodded, his eyes firmly glued to her pussy. Her naked, shaved pussy. Her obviously fresh-fucked, cum-soaked pussy.
"The porn will be gone. You'll still sit in that chair. And your shorts will still be around your ankles. And you'll still have a glass-cutting hardon much like you do now. But your hands will be busy. They'll be cupping the nubile young ass of a cheerleader as you lift her semen filled gash up to your hungry, cum-seeking mouth. Or stroking and pumping the load from a varsity player's thick cock into your thirsty, demanding throat."
Will's shoulders sagged as the last of his breath left his chest in a long, exaggerated heave of air. His head swam and his vision closed in slightly. His cock felt like it would burst.
"Oooh. I can see you like the idea, Willy. I think you just reached a full 7 inches there," teased Sasha, gesturing toward his crotch.
He did like the idea. He hated the fact that he liked the idea, but ... he liked the idea. His rigid cock told him so.
"You're asking yourself ... 'Why me? How could I be so lucky?', right? Well, you *ought* to consider yourself fortunate, Willy! Not many white boys with dicks your size get offered something like this. The little 4-inchers are a shoe-in, but for a fella with your package to be permitted the chance to swill down cum like this is a rarity. Cheerleaders won't mount their wellfucked pussies on the face of just anyone, y'know ... it takes a certain kind of, uhh, 'man' for that. And the privilege of sucking dick for the team is not to be taken lightly, Willy. You're truly lucky."
Will nodded slowly.
"And all I'm asking in return is that you fuck my daughter's ass for a week, Willy. In exchange, you'll get to watch the best cumsucker in the county at work. Just watching Bobby clean off the last girljuice to ever grace your cock will teach you so much about your new life. You can learn a lot from him ... and all I'm asking for is a little buttfucking from you, ok?"
Will continued to nod. That sounded fair.
"Oh, but we will have to get you some new clothes. Those shorts have to go, obviously, but we'll also have to get rid of that lame nickname embroidered onto your shirts. Honestly, William Down, giving yourself the moniker "Touch" Down just because you caught one bobbled and tipped Hail Mary pass back in high school just isn't going to fly. No, I think your new nickname will be ... " she pondered briefly, "... "Go". Yes, Will "Go" Down. That will work nicely."
Hey, thought Will silently, that was a solid play! Just because we ended up losing the game doesn't change the fact tha--
"And, Willy," Sasha continued coyly, "if you do a good enough job on your knees for the lacrosse team, I'm prety sure I can reserve a similar spot for you on some of the other more prestigious teams for next year. Possibly baseball. Maybe even ... football or basketball."
Will's eyes widened. Basketball. Definitely basketball, his mind screamed. I want to suck Boyd LaRue's cock. His big, black cock. Suck it until it cums in my mouth. Suck it every d--
"So, Willy, you can walk away now or ... you can have one week of the hottest buttfucking you'll ever get a shot at ... followed by a new life of cocksucking and cumswallowing like you've never imagined. So, either get up, pull those ridiculous shorts up from around your ankles, and leave me here," she paused for moment, then continued in a softer voice, "or press your face into the gooey warmth between my legs and let me know what kind of man you really ... aren't."
Will watched intently as Sasha's pussy contracted and relaxed. A small glob of white cum formed at the lips. A slight 'oof' came out as he exhaled involuntarily.
"You've been a bit quiet, Willy. So ... what do you say?"
"One qu-question," said Will, the crack in his voice making him realize that these were the first words he'd spoken aloud since Sasha entered. "When you first came in the room, you mentioned contact lenses. Why contact lenses?"
"Oh, yes. Of course. Well, Willy, glasses would only get in the way when all those pretty cheerleaders are mounting your face. Plus, when a cock get shoved completely down your throat, the frames might get tangled up in the player's pubic hair ... especially when their hips buck and jump as squirt after squirt of hot cum get blown directly into your belly."
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Will's new contact lenses allowed him to focus perfectly on the special glint in Sasha's eye as she pumped and stroked the lacrosse captain's cock into his mouth. She was paying him a special visit to check on his progress over the last few weeks. He did his best to impress her with his cocksucking skill, but ... he still wasn't sure how he felt about the whole thing. Sure, the team was winning again he got to eat all the sperm he wanted from some truly sexy pussies, asses, and cocks, but ... he missed Tanya. He missed her ass. He missed the way she pulled it open to show him how wide her hole had gotten. How much cum he'd shot up there. How much cum he'd left inside for Bobby to slurp out.
Damn, that had been one hell of a week!
As he felt the first shot of salty goo hit the back of his throat, he realized that he no longer wanted to fuck Tanya's ass. As he nudged Sasha's hand out of the way and jammed his lips down until they hit pubic hair, he thought about how much he wanted to suck cum from Tanya's gaping hole. As he struggled to keep the jumping and bucking cock buried in his throat, he realized just how jealous of Bobby he was. He felt a 'coldness' within him. The bitter coldness of ... envy.
But ss his newly trained throat muscles squeezed and milked the last spurts of semen deep in his throat, he felt the warmth of yet another job well down slide down his gullet. A warmth that cancelled the icy jealousy.
As he heard the delighted squeals of two waiting members of the JV squad, he remembered just how fortunate he was. When he thought about the delicious cumloads he'd be momentarily cleaning from their shaved cunts, he knew that two in the mouth was worth one in his dreams. And as he heard the groan of the lacrosse captain and soothing encouragement of Sasha's voice in his ear, he knew that this was where he belonged -- serving the team, serving team cock, serving team pussy.
But that Bobby sure was one lucky cumsucker!
To be continued ...
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Copyright (c) April, 2004 - A.K.A. The above is a work of fiction, intended solely for entertainment. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, is done purely to make them look like the total perverts that they are. Remember, the exchange of bodily fluids between sexual partners -- including the eager and rabid swilling of a stranger's sperm -- is against the recommendation of the surgeon general's office. They think it's pretty damn freaky, too. AKA
Comments: akaCockBobber(at)yahoo(dot)com
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Disclaimer: This story is intended for adults. It contains themes and situations that are not suitable for those not considered adults in their communities. It also contains naughty words. All characters in this story are intended to be portrayed as adults and therefore legally entitled to perform the strange, disgusting, and often downright immoral acts they are described as doing.
The following is part thirteen of the Bob Cocker saga.
a.k.a. Cock Bobber - The Recruitment by AKA
Will Down sat behind his desk and tried to look busy. He looked over the contents of his desk and drummed his fingers on the hard wooden surface. He reached out and moved his stapler one inch to the left.
There wasn't much use for a private office for the assistant coach of the lacrosse team, but when Will took the job with the University, he had insisted upon getting one. He may not have negotiated a top salary, but at least he had a private place to call his own. Some might have complained about the location -- a converted storeroom deep in the basement of the athletic field house -- but Will was happy. All the better to have a little privacy when making his moves on 'the ladies'. Will's eyebrows waggled up and down. Will's eyebrows always waggled up and down whenever he thought of 'the ladies'.
Will had hoped for a little female companionship this afternoon, in fact. He was a bit confused as to why no one had showed up. He'd made of point of mentioning how much paperwork he had to do that afternoon right in front of a group of cheerleaders. How he'd be alone down here all afternoon. He'd seen that same group of girls whispering and pointing in his direction many times in the past ... especially when he wore 'the shorts'. Will's eyebrows always waggled up and down when he knew 'the ladies' were checking out 'the shorts'.
After moving the stapler one inch to the right, Will was was just about to give up and head home when he heard the telltale 'clack clack' of high heels on the concrete floor of the hallway outside. Suddenly realizing how empty his desk was, Will scrambled to find a pad and pen and began writing out a list of ... anything.
As the rapid paced footsteps made their way down the interminably long hallway, Will whispered to himself, "That's why it took so long; she had to go home and get the 'fuck me' shoes." He snickered lewdly as he smoothed his scraggly moustache.
He was doing his best to look nonchallant when the heel clacks finally culminated in the appearance of Sasha Kohmfetter. She didn't pause to knock or even slow down to politely wait in the doorway for permission to enter. She walked straight through the open door, crossed the room in two steps, and stopped right in front of his desk. She leaned over part way, supporting herself with the palms of her hands on the desk. She remained silent as she looked Will straight in the eye.
Will sat in his chair, a bit shocked. As far as he knew, Sasha Kohmfetter worked in the Psychology Department, but she also had some tenuous link to the Atheletics Department. Will hadn't quite figured out why, but the other coaches seemed to consult her quite often on player selections and such. Will didn't go for that psycho-babble mumbo-jumbo, so he'd never had much interest in what she did. Of course, he might be interested in other ways; she was pretty hot -- in that 'older woman' sort of way. While his brain tried to determine exactly what she might want with him, Will's gaze naturally dropped to the juncture of her rather full breasts. It was the same spot that Will tended to look at when talking to any woman, but the way she was leaning down made it especially irresistible.
Sasha clucked her tongue as she noticed that she'd lost eye contact. She put one hand under Will's chin and lifted his head until he looked her in the eye. "Willy, I think you should get contact lenses," she said plainly.
Will subconciously repositioned his gradient-shaded, aviator-style glasses on his nose. He'd always thought he looked pretty cool in those. Just like in 'Top Gun'. He pursed his lips and started to form the 'W' to ask 'why' when Sasha put a finger on his lips to silence him.
"I know ... you're wondering why I would come all the way down here to talk about that. Well, Willy ... allow me to explain."
She turned and walked over to the television cart used to review game tapes during team meetings. She reached into her shoulder bag and removed a video tape. Will stammered as she pressed the eject button on the tape player and put an embarrassed hand to his forehead as she tossed his copy of Buttfucked Cheerleaders 14 onto his desk. He stared down at it and wondered if this was some kind of bullshit feminist / politically-correct ambush to get him fired -- when he heard moans and groans better than any porn flick coming from the television. He parted his fingers and peeked through to the image on the screen.
"What you're watching is a tape I made of my daughter Tanya getting assfucked by her boyfriend, Bobby."
Will choked from the pure shock of hearing a mother talk that way about her daughter. But that didn't stop him from staring at the image on the screen. This 'Bobby' was lying on his back while Tanya rode him while facing away. 'Anal Reverse Cowgirl' was what the porn reviewers called it. Or ... uhh, so he'd heard.
The viewpoint was looking over the shoulder of the boy with the camera possibly sitting on a shelf in the headboard of the bed. At one point, Tanya looked back over her shoulder directly into the camera and smiled; she knew it was there. The view of the boy's prick sliding in and out of Tanya's ass was amazing. Will gasped when the gorgeous teenage girl actually grinned at the camera, then rached back and spread her ass cheeks, making the view of her butthole even more amazing. Blood rushed to Will's cock in response to the scene.
Obviously, 'Bobby' liked the view as well. He moaned loudly in obvious orgasm. 'That's it, Bobby. Squirt your little load up there!' encouraged the girl's voice on the tape. 'Get it all in there. I'll save it for you. I promise.'
Will wasn't sure what that last part meant, but he hardly cared. He was simply mesmerized by the way in which Tanya was riding her ass on that dick. She kept herself balanced on her knees so her hands could keep her buttcheeks spread for maximum viewing pleasure; she loved the camera like a porn star. Will could actually see her ass muscles squeezing on the head of this Bobby's dick. Milking it. Draining it. As he came in her ass, Tanya slowed her actions but only finally stopped when Bobby reached down and pushed her off his now overly-sensitive glans.
Tanya giggled joyfully. With her hands still pulling apart her cheeks, she lifted her ass into the air, arched her back, and put her face to the floor. She smiled as her butthole gaped open, revealing the reddened flesh inside coated with a film of white cum.
The girl was a top grade professional butt slut.
Will let out a long exhaled breath and then finally a grunt as he not-so-casually grabbed his cock through his shorts and freed it from the painful bent position into which it had quickly stiffened. Why did he have to wear such tight shorts?
The image on the screen paused, capturing that gaping asshole frozen in time. He realized that Sasha was sitting on his desk with the remote.
She stared at the hand in his crotch. "I guess you like what you see, huh?"
Will realized he was grabbing his dick while watching home made porn ... with the girl's mother sitting next to him. He coughed in response and straighted up in his chair.
Sasha chuckled. "Don't worry, Willy. I want you to like it. In fact, I want your dick to get hard. You see, Willy, I want you to buttfuck my daughter."
Will's eye's grew wide and his mouth dropped open in shock.
"You know, sodomize her. Cornhole her. Ream her tight little ass. Fuck her where the sun don't shine."
Will just stared back in disbelief.
"Ohh, you're wondering why, aren't you? Well, as you can see, my darling Tanya has the makings of a world class slut. She's taken on half her senior class by now and pulled some damn long trains for the football team. But up to now, it's all been straight pussy action. Those boys are eager to get at her ass, but ... I just don't think she's ready. That's where you come in."
Will's eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"You see, Will, with those tight shorts you're always wearing, anyone can see that you've got a decent sized cock stuffed in there. When you get a hardon in those stupid things, everyone can see whether or not you're circumsized, ferchrisakes."
He frowned at the use of the word 'stupid', but Sasha cut him off with a wave of her hand.
"C'mon, Willy. No man should wear shorts that tight." Her gaze fell to his lap. "You've got 6 and 3/4 neatly circumsized inches tucked in there. Go ahead and drop those dumbass shorts, Willy. Let's see if I'm wrong."
Will just stared at her.
"Drop 'em, Willy."
Realizing that one hell of a hot woman was demanding to see his cock, Will quickly decided to comply. He stood up quickly and deftly peeled the sweaty polyester and white cotton briefs down in a single movement. His 6 and 3/4 neatly circumsized inches sprang out like a spring.
"Now sit down."
Will obeyed. Since having his shorts around his ankles in this office was quite familiar to him, Will automatically grasped his cock and stared at the TV screen -- like most afternoons.
"Uhh, Will? It's not terribly polite to whack off in front of your collegues, so .. uhh ... grab ahold of those armrests for me, wouldja?"
Will did as she asked. His cock jutted out of his lap, wavering slightly as if caught in a gentle breeze.
"That's better. Not a bad looking piece of meat, considering the source. I like the look of it poking up there from your lap like that. Get used to sitting like that, ok?"
His brow wrinkled in confusion at that last part, but Sasha continued.
"Now, take a look at Bobby's pitiful little pecker."
He looked at the still image of Bobby's spent dick on the screen. It did look a little small, he thought, but ... he just came, right?
"How could any good mother thoughtlessly send her daughter to get buttfucked by the basketball team when only that little twig has been up there? Some of those guys are HUGE."
Will instantly thought of Boyd LaRue, the new 6' 9" forward. Even though he wasn't part of the basketball coaching staff, he'd caught a glimpse of Boyd in the shower. Ok, quite a few glimpses. Sasha was right. Those guys could have some enormous cocks.
"So I figured I might be able to coax you into helping stretch her out a little bit. I'd like yours to be the first man-sized cock to penetrate her tight little butthole -- Bobby's boyish little prick really doesn't count. I've seen the way you look at her when she comes to visit. Your eyes are practically glued to her ass."
He looked again to the TV screen. The girl did have a fantastic ass.
"Spring break is coming up. You will have one week of free reign over my daughter's butthole. I want you to ream her little starfish as much and as often as you can. Only her ass. You can stay at our house and she'll be at your beck and call. As often as you can get it up, she'll milk a load out of you with that talented sphincter."
Will was mesmerized by the image of Tanya's stretched, gaping, semen-coated asshole paused on the screen before him. Sasha's words were driving him insane. He gripped the armrests tightly as he resisted the urge to grab ahold of his twitching cock. It felt like it would burst in his lap. He wanted Tanya. He wanted that ass. It seemed ... too good to be true. There had to be ... a catch.
"I can tell you're interested, but ... you're wondering, 'What's the catch?', aren't you?" asked Sasha.
The woman was a mind reader, thought Will as he nodded.
Sasha grinned. That grin scared Will just more than a little. "Watch carefully, Willy" She un-paused the video.
Will watched as Tanya smiled at the camera and waved her ass around a bit in the air. Her gaped open hole twitched shut and the dark hole was replaced by a pearly gob of white goo -- cum -- pushed out of her ass. Damn, that looked hot.
Will then realized that the waving action of Tanya's ass was actually caused by her moving backward on her hands and knees. Before he could even wonder why, Tanya's facial expression changed to a much more wicked smile as she rocked upright -- jamming her cumfilled ass right down on the poor boy's face.
Will gasped and choked.
On the screen, Tanya began to rock back and forth, grinding down on Bobby's head. At first, Will assumed the boy would push her off, but quickly realized that the motions of his head indicated he was ... licking. Licking and sucking.
Bobby was eating his own cum out of Tanya's ass. Will's breathing came to a standstill. He was mesmerized.
As Tanya began to moan and buck from his actions, Bobby reached up and pulled her gyrating hips down onto his face.
Tanya began to moan in quick huffs of breath. The moans began to turn into screams. She was cumming. She was cumming hard while having cum licked out of her ass. Damn, that looked hot.
Just as her screams reached a crescendo, the scene jumped to a new closeup shot of Tanya's face -- different time, different place. Will exhaled in disappointment at missing her peak from the last scene, but realized from the dazed look and matted hair that he was looking at a recently fucked Tanya ... which regained his interest. The face on the screen looked groggily into the camera, smiled, and silently mouthed 'Hi, Mommy'. The camera pulled back and panned down to show a well-fucked, cum covered pussy. Shaved, of course. Even though Will half expected it, he still gasped as he saw the back of Bobby's head enter from the bottom of the screen and bury itself between Tanya's thighs. A new set of Tanya's moans ensued as her hands clutched Bobby's head and pulled it hard against her crotch.
The video flipped through several more short scenes taken at different times and occasions. Each showed young Bobby pressing his face into a sloppy crotch then licking and sucking the gooey contents.
"As you can see, Bobbby is a cumsucker. A champion cumsucker, actually. Tanya has successfully trained him to willingly and lovingly eat cum from her pussy and asshole. And while young Bobby has eaten the semen of dozens of different men from her snatch, he's only eaten his own cum from her asshole. A few nights ago, he joined the ranks of heterosexual cocksuckers ... and he's already proving to be a master."
As if on cue, the scene on the video changed to an image of Bobby's head bobbing up and down on a rather fair sized cock. Will could hear Tanya and Sasha's voices in the background urging Bobby on. He looked rather dedicated to his task -- stroking and pumping with his hands, following his tightly clasped lips up and down. The look on his face was ... odd. Like he didn't want to be there, but ... couldn't help himself.
"Bobby will be an active part of your week with Tanya, Willy. He'll personally suck out and swallow every load you shoot up her ass. He'll lick your cock clean afterward and suck you hard for the next round when necessary. Can you handle that, Willy?"
Will simply nodded.
Sasha smiled. "Tanya has told me of a particular fantasy of hers. Since even a horny little geek like you will need an occasional rest, she intends to step out at times to get her pussy loaded up by her football team friends. She'll call and let you know she's on her way home. When she returns, you're to be sitting on the couch with Bobby keeping your cock rock hard and well lubricated with spit. She'll climb on your lap facing her darling Bobby and slide her ass down on your cock. Bobby will then lick the two of you with long, lapping strokes -- starting at your balls and ending at her clit. As your gentle pumping action in her ass forces the sperm of her other lovers out of her cunt, Bobby will slurp up every drop. When you finally blow your load up inside her, she'll squeeze it back onto your cock for Bobby to clean. She's a nasty, nasty girl, Willy. Can you work with that?"
Will's white-knuckle grip on the arms of his chair was tighter than ever. His cock swayed and twitched in his lap, fully engorged. Oh yeah, he could work with that. He nodded slowly.
"Good! But ... uhh ... there is one more little thing to work out. You see, Bobby's participation isn't the 'catch' I mentioned."
Will's eyebrows lifted in question.
"It ... it may be a lot to ask of you, Willy. I'm pretty sure you're right for the job, but ... well, I want you to keep an open mind."
Will arched his eyebrows further in an exaggerated look of 'Yessss?'
"You see, Willy, at the end of your week of buttfucking my daughter, I want you to become like Bobby."
His breath caught short in his chest.
"After that week, it will be your tongue lapping semen from a well fucked pussy. It will be your mouth that opens to accept a hard cock guided in by a female hand. It will be your face underneath a pair of sticky thighs. All the duties that Bobby currently has will be yours -- except not with Tanya, of course -- I have a different source of protein in mind for you. Are you still interested?"
He didn't say a word. Couldn't say a word. He tried hard not to move a muscle. This was too much information to absorb at once. The thought that this woman would offer up her daughter's ass was one thing. Her cumsucking boyfriend was another. But the thought becoming just like him? He couldn't process it.
But then he felt it. A mixture of warmth and coolness just below the head of his dick. He glanced down fearfully and saw it. A large drop of clear pre-cum had just oozed out of his twitching hard cock and began to drip down the shaft. He looked back up at Sasha, wide-eyed.
Sasha smirked, looking rather pleased with herself. "While you're thinking about that, Willy, let me tell you what I have in mind. While I can't offer you the job of Tanya's cumsucker, I can sweeten the offer for you. You see, Willy, what I'm offering you is cheerleader pussy. Fresh, young, athletic, slutty, delicious, cumfilled cheerleader pussy. The entire JV squad -- I've talked it over with them. You've been trying to gain their attention for months now, right? Well, now you'll have them gently stroking your hair and telling you what a good boy you are as you slurp warm semen from their tasty little cunts. Does that make it more attractive to you, Willy?"
He swallowed hard with a loud gulping sound.
"Oh, I know. You're wondering why I'm asking so much of you, right? Why this is necessary? Well, Willy, it's all about psychology. As the athletic department's psychology advisor, it's my job to find ways to improve team performance and morale. It's a well established fact at this school that every team needs a cumgobbling little pussy boy in order to truly achieve. It's been the the dirty little secret of our success for over a century now. Every team on campus already has at least one punk bobbing knob in the locker room -- every team except one, that is. Do you know which team, Willy?"
Will shook his nead numbly.
"Lacrosse, Willy! Your team! And things aren't looking too good in pre-season scrimmages, Willy, so I've put to the task of finding a cumhole for the team ASAP. So I've come directly to you, the team's backup junior secondary coach ... or whatever. I've had my eye on you ever since you came on staff. In fact, I was the one who recommended they hire you. Did you know that?"
Will shook his head again.
"Anyway, Willy, the lacrosse team needs you. They need your mouth, anyway. The players need the sense of power they get from pumping a load into the throat of someone like you. Or the secret thrill of sending their cheerleader girlfriends to your office for a good cunt cleaning. You see, lacrosse doesn't quite have the glory of football or basketball, does it? So it's a lot harder to find sissy boys willing to spend a little time on their knees for the team. And of course, there's the other problem. You know what the other problem is, don't you Willy?"
A slow headshake indicated that Will did not.
"The main problem with the lacrosse team is that it's bascially a white-man's game ... there are no black players on the team."
Will's eyes widened a bit. 'She couldn't know!' he thought.
"It's usually quite easy for teams with mostly black players to find a white punk. Once a few freshman girls have been turned out for black cock, it's only a matter of time till one of their hometown sweethearts catches a whiff of negro semen in her stretched out cunt. Or some waterboy detects the scent of white pussy on a black dick in the locker room. Then, Boom ... a punk is born and within a week he's gaining weight from his new high protein diet," Sasha giggled.
Willy swallowed hard as a flush of fear swept through his body. She couldn't know! She couldn't know about Darien. About Darien's cock. About Darien's long, thick, delicious black cock.
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Will shook his head almost imperceptibly to clear his mind of the vision of a glistening black phallus that had just appeared there. As Sasha continued discussing the role of the team punk, Will's mind wandered back to his days on the high school football team.
She couldn't possibly know about that. She couldn't know about the night when Darien Lucas, the team's star running back, came back to their road-game motel room complaining about "that cocktease of a waitress" from the cafe across the parking lot.
Will still remembered clearly how a drunken Darien stormed awkwardly into the room. How the waitress had run off with some lame excuse about not getting pregnant. How Darien had yanked down his shorts to reveal his huge hardon still shiny with fresh pussy juices. How he'd complained, 'Now what am I supposed to do with this?'" How he worried that he'd never get to sleep now. Worried how lack of sleep would lose them the game tomorrow.
Will's memories of the next few minutes were a little fuzzy, he had to admit. He remembered being on his knees. He remembered the tangy flavor of the waitress still clinging to Darien's cock. He remembered the warm flood of semen in his mouth. What he couldn't remember was ever actually deciding to become a cocksucker, but ... that's what he became that night.
The next day, Darien rushed for 226 yards and set a new conference record.
If there was any sense of embarrassment over what had happened, it disappeared when Darien began to call Will his 'good luck charm'. He and Darien roomed together for the remainder of that season. The night before every road game, Darien sat on the edge of the motel bed and got his 'lucky blowjob'. Before home games, they 'studied the playbook' at Darien's place the night before.
The team went undefeated from then on, led by the performance of their all-star running back.
Darien was cool. As his record setting season continued, he had plenty of women hanging on him every night. But before a game, he would always tell the girls that he was 'saving himself'. He's still fuck 'em, of course, but he'd always bring the cumload to Will. "Savin' it for m'boy," he'd always say as Will slurped on his pussy covered cock.
The team took state that year. 43-7 in the final game.
Darien was asked to interview at 6 ivy league schools. Before he went off to visit the first of them, he stopped and saw Will ... for good luck. He got offered a full ride. After that, he saw Will nearly every day for the rest of the summer. It was never a 'gay' thing for either of them. They both loved pussy, right? Darien loved fucking pussy and Will loved sucking pussy juice off his cock. Darien had plenty of girlfriends and fucked them day and night all summer long. He just knew where to get the best blowjob in town and took full advantage of it. Most of the time, he arrived with a cock fresh from fucking a willing cunt or ass. He knew Will liked that. Most often, he'd save the cum. He knew Will liked that, too. And even when Darien did leave his load inside some cheerleader, Will could always coax one more out of him. It took a bit longer and was a bit more challenging, but ... Will liked that, too.
Eventually, the summer had to end. Darien finally chose from the best of the offers and headed off across the country. There was no way for a 2nd stringer like Will to get a scholarship and he certainly couldn't afford it. They said goodbye with a seven blowjob suckfest that lasted all night ... with a final treat in the parking lot of the airport. Darien wanted to make sure he was completely 'stocked up' ... for good luck.
It must have worked. Darien went on to bowl-game fame in college and eventually to the pros. His success rubbed off on everyone. Nine players from that team got full rides to college. Two others made the pros. Being part of that team even allowed a 2nd string receiver like Will to land an assistant coaching position here at the university. And ... if you looked at it right ... you could chalk it all up to one freaked out waitress and an eager little cocksucker named Will Down.
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" ... pumping and stroking and sucking until ... Willy? Willy, are you listening to me?"
His eyes darted back and forth as he realized he'd been caught daydreaming.
"Pay attention, Willy! I don't think that a guy like *you* will want to miss out on this opportunity. I think my daughter's ass speaks for itself and ... dear God, Willy ... you'd never get near it or any other piece of high caliber ass on you own, that's for sure. In fact, I doubt you'd even have a shot at those hairy vegetarian chicks in the art department. But my way, you'll be bathing in the hottest pussy on campus on a daily basis. Sure, that pussy will be full of the fuckjuice of other men, but at least it's pussy, right Willy?"
His eyes narrowed as he tried to decide if he should be insulted.
"Anyway. Listen, now that you know what I'm offering, let's talk." Sasha sat on the far side of Will's desk and began moving the few sparse contents off to the sides. "I know you spend a lot of afternoons in that chair with a raging hardon watching your little porn collection. You sit there with those ugly ass shorts around your ankles and your hands pumping furiously away at your cock. Well, Willy my dear, I propose a few minor changes to that daily ritual."
Will coughed quietly as she moved around the desk and sat on the desk edge in front of him. She hooked the arm of his rolling chair with her foot and pulled it forward, then swung her leg over his head, spreading her legs wide in front of him. Her short skirt crept up her thighs. She wasn't wearing panties.
"Would you like to hear my ideas, Willy?" she asked in a quiet voice.
He nodded, his eyes firmly glued to her pussy. Her naked, shaved pussy. Her obviously fresh-fucked, cum-soaked pussy.
"The porn will be gone. You'll still sit in that chair. And your shorts will still be around your ankles. And you'll still have a glass-cutting hardon much like you do now. But your hands will be busy. They'll be cupping the nubile young ass of a cheerleader as you lift her semen filled gash up to your hungry, cum-seeking mouth. Or stroking and pumping the load from a varsity player's thick cock into your thirsty, demanding throat."
Will's shoulders sagged as the last of his breath left his chest in a long, exaggerated heave of air. His head swam and his vision closed in slightly. His cock felt like it would burst.
"Oooh. I can see you like the idea, Willy. I think you just reached a full 7 inches there," teased Sasha, gesturing toward his crotch.
He did like the idea. He hated the fact that he liked the idea, but ... he liked the idea. His rigid cock told him so.
"You're asking yourself ... 'Why me? How could I be so lucky?', right? Well, you *ought* to consider yourself fortunate, Willy! Not many white boys with dicks your size get offered something like this. The little 4-inchers are a shoe-in, but for a fella with your package to be permitted the chance to swill down cum like this is a rarity. Cheerleaders won't mount their wellfucked pussies on the face of just anyone, y'know ... it takes a certain kind of, uhh, 'man' for that. And the privilege of sucking dick for the team is not to be taken lightly, Willy. You're truly lucky."
Will nodded slowly.
"And all I'm asking in return is that you fuck my daughter's ass for a week, Willy. In exchange, you'll get to watch the best cumsucker in the county at work. Just watching Bobby clean off the last girljuice to ever grace your cock will teach you so much about your new life. You can learn a lot from him ... and all I'm asking for is a little buttfucking from you, ok?"
Will continued to nod. That sounded fair.
"Oh, but we will have to get you some new clothes. Those shorts have to go, obviously, but we'll also have to get rid of that lame nickname embroidered onto your shirts. Honestly, William Down, giving yourself the moniker "Touch" Down just because you caught one bobbled and tipped Hail Mary pass back in high school just isn't going to fly. No, I think your new nickname will be ... " she pondered briefly, "... "Go". Yes, Will "Go" Down. That will work nicely."
Hey, thought Will silently, that was a solid play! Just because we ended up losing the game doesn't change the fact tha--
"And, Willy," Sasha continued coyly, "if you do a good enough job on your knees for the lacrosse team, I'm prety sure I can reserve a similar spot for you on some of the other more prestigious teams for next year. Possibly baseball. Maybe even ... football or basketball."
Will's eyes widened. Basketball. Definitely basketball, his mind screamed. I want to suck Boyd LaRue's cock. His big, black cock. Suck it until it cums in my mouth. Suck it every d--
"So, Willy, you can walk away now or ... you can have one week of the hottest buttfucking you'll ever get a shot at ... followed by a new life of cocksucking and cumswallowing like you've never imagined. So, either get up, pull those ridiculous shorts up from around your ankles, and leave me here," she paused for moment, then continued in a softer voice, "or press your face into the gooey warmth between my legs and let me know what kind of man you really ... aren't."
Will watched intently as Sasha's pussy contracted and relaxed. A small glob of white cum formed at the lips. A slight 'oof' came out as he exhaled involuntarily.
"You've been a bit quiet, Willy. So ... what do you say?"
"One qu-question," said Will, the crack in his voice making him realize that these were the first words he'd spoken aloud since Sasha entered. "When you first came in the room, you mentioned contact lenses. Why contact lenses?"
"Oh, yes. Of course. Well, Willy, glasses would only get in the way when all those pretty cheerleaders are mounting your face. Plus, when a cock get shoved completely down your throat, the frames might get tangled up in the player's pubic hair ... especially when their hips buck and jump as squirt after squirt of hot cum get blown directly into your belly."
* * *
Will's new contact lenses allowed him to focus perfectly on the special glint in Sasha's eye as she pumped and stroked the lacrosse captain's cock into his mouth. She was paying him a special visit to check on his progress over the last few weeks. He did his best to impress her with his cocksucking skill, but ... he still wasn't sure how he felt about the whole thing. Sure, the team was winning again he got to eat all the sperm he wanted from some truly sexy pussies, asses, and cocks, but ... he missed Tanya. He missed her ass. He missed the way she pulled it open to show him how wide her hole had gotten. How much cum he'd shot up there. How much cum he'd left inside for Bobby to slurp out.
Damn, that had been one hell of a week!
As he felt the first shot of salty goo hit the back of his throat, he realized that he no longer wanted to fuck Tanya's ass. As he nudged Sasha's hand out of the way and jammed his lips down until they hit pubic hair, he thought about how much he wanted to suck cum from Tanya's gaping hole. As he struggled to keep the jumping and bucking cock buried in his throat, he realized just how jealous of Bobby he was. He felt a 'coldness' within him. The bitter coldness of ... envy.
But ss his newly trained throat muscles squeezed and milked the last spurts of semen deep in his throat, he felt the warmth of yet another job well down slide down his gullet. A warmth that cancelled the icy jealousy.
As he heard the delighted squeals of two waiting members of the JV squad, he remembered just how fortunate he was. When he thought about the delicious cumloads he'd be momentarily cleaning from their shaved cunts, he knew that two in the mouth was worth one in his dreams. And as he heard the groan of the lacrosse captain and soothing encouragement of Sasha's voice in his ear, he knew that this was where he belonged -- serving the team, serving team cock, serving team pussy.
But that Bobby sure was one lucky cumsucker!
To be continued ...
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Copyright (c) April, 2004 - A.K.A. The above is a work of fiction, intended solely for entertainment. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, is done purely to make them look like the total perverts that they are. Remember, the exchange of bodily fluids between sexual partners -- including the eager and rabid swilling of a stranger's sperm -- is against the recommendation of the surgeon general's office. They think it's pretty damn freaky, too. AKA
