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Foul Ball: The Sexual Misadventures of Everett Palmer
Chapter Fourteen
That weekend was wild.
Saturday night Logan's friends left and the brothers railed me all night. I took both of their cocks for the first time and it was like coming home. I also watched Jack pound the fuck out of his little brother and knew that boy was going to be a hungry bottom in the future. The night ended with Logan riding my cock until he came hands free, his forehead covered in sweat and cum as he shot his load onto his face.
Sunday Jack and I decided to just have some alone time, just the two of us.
We spend most of the time fucking each other but as the day wore on the two of us laid in bed and just enjoyed being together.
"So, how you feeling?" he asked me.
"Right now or in general?"
He chuckled "Both."
"Right now, I feel content and well fucked. In general...well I thought I would be more weirded out by having sex with guys, but honestly because you're with me, it isn't that weird, it feels right."
"I'm glad, I expected you to fight it more."
"Fight what?"
"That you're a sub."
I looked at him confused.
"Submissive, you like being told what to do."
"I do not," I answered, and even knew as I said it I was lying.
"Dude, you've been following what I said since junior high. You do whatever anyone says, always. It's no big deal, you just like being used."
The idea that I somehow wanted to be ordered around rubbed me the wrong way, even though I knew it was true. Jack had always been the one in charge, and I never had a problem with it at all. And he was right, I had always been a follower, just going with the flow. I never wanted to be in charge or control...
"See?" he said watching me think it through, "It's not a bad thing Ev, it's just who you are."
"So I'm a bitch?"I asked, upset about the revelation.
He moved on top of me, "You're my bitch, and you're whosoever bitch I say you are, but that is behind closed doors and in sex."
I wanted to be upset, but it was hard with him sitting on my cock, looking down at me possessively.
"Look Ev, I'm not going to lie, I get off on watching you get fucked. It excites the shit out of me to watch you get railed by people. It makes me want to fuck you even more and I know you like it too."
I opened my mouth but he put his hand down on my throat and pressed.
"I didn't say speak."
I closed my mouth before he started applying pressure.
And just like that I started to get hard.
"See? You're already turned on. This isn't something that's wrong with you and it doesn't make you lesser than anyone." He ground his ass down against my hardness, "It's just what you're turned on by."
H leaned down and licked my lips, I extended my tongue to kiss him back but he pulled up, "You're mine, and that's just a fact. And you'll do anything I tell you to, period. And because you give me that trust, I will never make you do something you truly don't want to do. But you need to figure out now, there are things you want to do but you're afraid of it. Choices you will never make because of fear or ego or whatever, I will be making those choices for you and in the moment you may protest and not want to...but once your ass is blown out and you have a load dripping out your wrecked hole...you'll be begging for more. You get it?"
I nodded, my mind already fogging up with lust.
"So when I make a choice, I want you to fight the urge to argue with me about it. I want you to try to understand, I'm not just making you do things because I want you to," he leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I'm also doing it because you have a hungry jock cunt and want to be abused...don't you?"
I looked up at him and nodded.
"Say it."
"I want to be used," I wanted sex so badly...
He pressed down on my throat, "Say it properly..."
I felt my air cut off and my cock throb.
"I want to be used sir..." I croaked as I saw spots in front of my eyes.
He let go and kissed me, "Good puppy..."
I kissed him back and then begged him to mount me right then and there.
The conversation was forgotten for now...but it came back up later that week.
That Monday Issac started talking shit before practice.
"So what gives Ev? Too good for my party?"
I looked up confused, "There was a party?"
Issac looked at Jack angrily, "You said he'd be there."
Now Issac was a big boy, one of those powerhouse hitters that had the upper body of a fucking mack truck. He was wearing nothing but compression pants so he cut an imposing figure as he glared at us.
"Dude that was my fault," Jack said pleasantly, "It completely slipped my mind, look, it wasn't a slight. How about I throw one for this week's game...I'll even bring the entertainment."
Issac glanced at me and then back to Jack, "For real this time? Because you said you were bringing it last weekend."
"Scout's honor," Jack said holding up two fingers.
Issac relaxed some and nodded, "You better dude..." and walked away.
As soon as we were alone I looked at Jack, "Dude, what entertainment were you supposed to bring?"
He smiled, "Party favors, don't worry, I'll ask my parents for the house, they'll understand."
"He looked pissed..."I said unconvinced.
"He won't be this weekend," Jack said starting to change out, "Trust me."
I did trust Jack so changed out myself and let the thought slip out of my mind.
After practice I showered and was about to walk out when Cody grabbed my arm and yanked me back, "Come here man..."
I looked around in panic as he drug me around the center partition and pushed me to my knees, "Been thinking about you all weekend..."
His cock pushed against my lips and before I could protest I was sucking him off.
The thrill that anyone could walk in and see me blowing my teammate made this all the more exciting and I found myself really going to town on his cock.
"Yeah lick that dick..." he said softly as he kept a look out for people, "Get my balls..."
I licked under his balls eagerly, realizing this was what Jack had been talking about. This guy was just using me to get off, I wasn't a person I was a just a thing to use and that fucking turned me on like wildfire. "Grab that soap...lather your ass up so I can fuck you." He snapped at me.
Like the fucking sex toy I was I grabbed the bottle and shoved two soapy fingers up my ass for lubrication. I moaned around his cock as I realized how fucking sick this was, here I was a foot taller than this guy, in better shape and easily four inches of cock on him and I was fingering my own jock pussy waiting to get fucked by him.
My own cock was weeping precum from just the though.
He pulled me up and shoved me against the wall, "Spread that ass..."
My cheek rested against the tile as both my hands grabbed my muscular ass and pulled my cheeks apart. I felt his thick head press against my hole and felt myself relax automatically as I took his cock into me.
"Fuck you have a tight cunt..." he growled as he pushed into me with one motion.
His pubes were against my ass and I felt my ass try to adjust to the intruder as he pulled out and slammed into me again. He had no intention of giving me pleasure, he didn't care how it felt, all I was to him was a hole for his dick and my job was to get him off. He tore into my ass, his hands on my shoulders pulling me back onto him as he pushed forward. His cock felt good but it was more that he was just using me that turned me on.
"Fucking faggot cunt..." he chanted as he fucked me, "You want me babies up in you? You gonna take my load?"
"Fuck me Cody...breed me..."I whimpered as I felt him fuck me harder.
"What if someone walked in right now?" he asked, "I'd bet you'd suck their cock like the fucking faggot you are wouldn't you?"
I nodded as I stroked my cock.
"Yeah you'd like that...what if fucking Mr. Franks came in...you'd suck him off?"
Mr. Franks was the 60 something janitor that wanted the halls of the school every night. He had thinning white hair and looked like he was just a walk skeleton with clothes most days. He always leered at people as we walked by and was universally accepted as a creep.
And the thought of Cody making me suck him off made my cock pulse.
"Oh yeah you would!" he said feeling my ass clench around him, "You're a fucking dirty freak aren't you? Say it..."
"I;m a dirty freak..." I chanted as I felt myself get close, "Use me Cody...use my pussy..."
He reached around and grabbed my throat as he fucked me, "Open your mouth."
I turned my head to look at him and opened my mouth as he spit into it.
My cock pulsed again and I knew I was going to shoot.
"Fucking faggot..." he snarled as he pushed my head against the tile and began to pile my ass again and again. I felt him get close as my own cock tensed up with my orgasm.
"Take my load..." he roared as he shot into me.
My own cock exploded against the wall as I felt his cock fire off shot after shot of cum up into me. He kept punching into my ass, "Get my cum up into you cunt...fucking take that load..."
"Fuckmefuckmefuckme...." I babbled as I felt the last of my orgasm hit.
He pulled out and let me slip to the floor, "Good cunt." he aid before spitting on me one last time and walked out.
I laid there, never feeling so fulfilled as I did right then.
Fuck, Jack was right about everything.