Caleb was a fucking mess. Our young college boy Freshman had crawled across the wet locker room floor on his tummy. His tee shirt was soaked as were his jeans. While servicing two hunky white jocks, he had been interrupted by the arrival in the locker room of Taylor Woodson, the giant black college basketball star and five of his team mates. Caleb had not had a very good day so for. His humiliation at the clinic had only been exceeded by what the young doctor had done to his poor ass in front of a group of medical students. His ass now throbbed with the pain of being horribly stretched, while at the same time being raw and sore. Sweet young college boy Caleb wished he had never left home to attend this major university, and he felt as if his entire life had spun out of control.
He currently had his tongue buried deeply up into the asshole of a muscular black jock whom he didn't even know. The blacks had come off the court stinking to high heaven with a sweat smell so strong it filled the locker room, and you knew they were there before they even appeared. These were big boys, tall and sinewy, with gleaming black skin. The two white jocks having fun with Caleb backed off at once. They knew better than to mess with the black athletes. Taylor announced that Caleb was going to give all six Negroes a total "TONGUE BATH." All six black jocks stripped out of their wringing wet tee shirts and basketball shorts. they kicked off their shoes and peeled off their damp socks. Caleb knelt there looking at them. He felt very lost and alone right then. The six black basketball players peeled down their stretched out, sweat soaked, rank jock straps to reveal enormous black fuck tubes swinging over ball sacks containing nuts the size of hard boiled eggs. The stink made Caleb dizzy.
Caleb, in a stuttering, halting voice explained humbly to Taylor that they could not fuck him in the ass, as he had just some from the clinic and his rectum was in pretty bad condition. Taylor assumed that it was from his big black motherfucker, and Caleb did not mention his encounter with the dog at the hands of Mark and the other bullies.
On size fourteen bare feet, Taylor sauntered over to Caleb. He grabbed the boy by the head. He could hold Caleb's head like a melon in one of his giant hands. He forced Caleb's cute face back, so that the boy's mouth opened, and then he stuffed his stinking wet, ball sweat filthy jock strap into Caleb's mouth. Caleb knelt there trembling, the strong flavor of the dirty jock strap filling his mouth.
"You do not tell me when to fuck you and when not to fuck you, Fairy Asswipe!" Taylor growled. Then he sniffed in and hawked a huge gob of spit right into Caleb's face. The other black boys roared with laughter, and the two white jocks peeking around from behind a row of lockers laughed as well. At the end of the room, Milton, the perverted janitor who practically lived in the locker room in order to watch all the naked college boys, chuckled and rubbed the crotch of his stained work pants. Martin had a wall filled with photos of naked jocks entering and exiting the showers. He had several cameras secreted about the locker room. He could tell you which of the college boys had a huge, thick hunk of fuckmeat, and which boys just didn't measure up. Martin had keys to the lockers, and he would often go into them and steal the stining stretched out jock strap of one of the really well hung handsome jocks to suck on and smell when he was alone in his apartment at night. So he could relate now to our young hero Caleb having to suck on the pissy, cum clotted, ball sweat soaked elastic jock pouch.
"You do what you are told to do, White Faggot, and you don't dare sass back! You got that, Shitface?" Taylor spit a second large yellow/white gob of spit into Caleb's face. Caleb could not only feel the spit running over his face, but he could smell it too. Another of the black athletes, Andre thought that looked like fun, so now also totally naked, with coke can thick dick swinging, he strolled up to Caleb and leaned down and hawked a loogie right in the kid's face. To say that Caleb felt sick to his stomach is a gross understatement, but he knew he dare not vomit. Besides, if he got puke on Taylor's jock strap, the athlete would be even angrier. Caleb attempted to blink the spit out of his eyes. But the other black boys, seeing the fun time Taylor and Andre were having, also approached the kneeling white Freshman and gobbed liberally in the boy's face. Spit ran down the kid's cheeks, dripped from his nose, and some of it covered his lips, mingling with the boys saliva and loosening up some of the dried dick crud on the jock pouch.
Martin shook his head and rubbed his dick lump harder. That white Freshman boy sure looked stupid, kneeling there on the floor, his clothing soaked from crawling on his stomach, the ass straps of a sweat soaked prick pouch hanging from his full young teenage lips, glistening spit covering his handsome face. Damn, college boys were into some kinky stuff! Which reminded Martin that he had to check his cameras before the weekend, when busloads of high school boys would be visiting the campus and using the field house for various sports contests. If there was anything Martin enjoyed more than college boy dick and ass, it was high school boy dick and ass! A wet spot formed at the front of Martin's green work pants.
Well, one thing led to another, and eventually, after Caleb had had to suck on the filthy prick pouches of several more jock straps, and after he had had to kneel with his mouth wide open, so the black athletes could all take turns spitting into the kid's mouth, they eventually got down to having him give each of them a full tongue bath, including their stinking feet and their rank armpits. To say that Caleb's tongue grew swollen and sore wouldn't half describe it, but the boy had become a champion Licker in the last few weeks, and so he did a really commendable job on the sweat slick black bodies.
And this explains why he was currently kneeling with his tongue buried up Andre's asshole! "Come on, White Trash, get that mother fucking tongue up my shithole!" Andre yelled, drawing the attention of four or five more guys in the locker room. There was a crowd gathering. Andre bucked his ass back into Caleb's face. The sweat stink of the jock's ass made young Caleb reel and almost pass out. The after-game smell of the young black male bodies was overwhelming. Caleb felt Taylor's large hand on the back of his head, pushing his face further into Andre's ass. Andre reached back and grabbed one of his own ass cheeks in each large hand and spread the globes. Caleb could now get his face deeper into the black jock's ass, and he could bury his tongue deeper into the Negro rectum.
"Come on, Licker, show us what you is famous for!" Taylor yelled, grinding the boy's nose and mouth into the asshole. Caleb wiggled his swollen tongue back and forth, in and out, tasting the inside of the black boy's shithole! He was so exhausted, he honestly thought he might pass out, and he still had five more assholes to go! How could they use him in this way, with no care or respect for his own well being? What was wrong with them? Or was it him? Caleb had begun to reason that so many supposedly normal, healthy college men and boys had abused him, that the fault must be in him! Maybe he attracted bullies. Maybe he asked for what he got? Maybe the whole thing was his own fault? Maybe he was fated to service real men, to be their sex toy and slave? It certainly seemed like that. Where were the normal college boys who loved to drink beer, talk sports and fuck chicks? And how and why had Caleb been designated the kid who would spend most of his campus life servicing the dicks, balls and ass of perverted, raunchy sex-sick jocks? Did this kind of thing go on at other colleges? Caleb had read about hazings and initiations online. There had been any number of recent scandals at major universities involving sexual abuse, bullying, and hazing. But what about Caleb's personality had made him a victim? Was he a victim by nature?
"What the fuck are you doing, sleeping?" Taylor barked, slapping Caleb on the back of the head. Caleb's face was now coated with ass juice as well as his own spit and the spit of the black jocks. He pushed his tongue deep into the asshole until it hurt from being stretched so far. Then he wiggled his tongue against the soft, moist inner asshole flesh. Andre began to wiggle his hips. His huge balls swung back and forth. Suddenly, he let out a huge fart. Caleb fell back, stunned and shocked. The room erupted in laughter. Caleb started to cry.
Somewhere along the line, they stripped Caleb naked. One of the blacks observed that a "white slave boy should be naked!" Taylor got a good look at Caleb's sore abused asshole, and then all the blacks wanted to see. So Caleb had so spread his own ass cheeks and give them a look!
"Dat fuckhole more raw den a whore's pussy after pullin' a train!" One of the black dudes observed. Taylor prodded Caleb's asshole with one large finger, and the pain caused the college boy to scream out. "But lookee here! All dat ass suckin' done got the white bitch's clitty hard!"
Oh God! It was true! What a total loser Caleb was. His dick was fully erect and throbbing and bobbing up and down. Sucking on the black ass had given him an erection! What was happening to him? The next two hours were a kind of blur. Caleb licked huge wrinkled ball sacks, picked curly black Negro ball hair out of his teeth, licked and sucked on the thickest dicks he had ever seen, ate more asses, slurped the sweat from armpits, and endured more black jocks spitting on his face and into his mouth. He was reduced to a whimpering mass of pale white naked flesh, sitting on the locker room floor, his tongue out of his mouth, licking at whatever was presented to him. At one point, Taylor stuck a finger up his wide black nose and produced something totally gross and green...and then fed it to Caleb. Caleb ate it like a baby gobbling up baby food.
In the end, no one did fuck him, so I guess you might say it was a really good day for Caleb after all. He didn't even have to suck any of the huge juicy black dicks to orgasm! No Sir! In the end, the black jocks stood in a circle and all jerked off onto Caleb's face! That's right. They shot their seemingly endless loads of thick yellow/white sperm right onto the kid's sweet, innocent face. The boy's face became completely covered with dick slop. Jism coated his cheeks, forehead, nose and chin. It covered his lips and got into his eyes, which really stung! It seemed an inch thick and had the consistency of wall paper paste. He was not allowed to wipe it off!
Taylor smiled his killer white toothed smile. "Look, Faggot. I just called Mark over at yo' dorm. I tole him you coming back across campus to the dorm now! When you gets to the dorm, that dick juice better still be on yo' little white face! You don't wipe off a single drop...you got that? Mark better find yo' face coated with our nice cock snot!"
They wouldn't give Caleb his clothing back, but handed him the sweat stinking wet basketball shorts of the biggest dude there. He had to use both hands to hold the shorts up. And wearing that and nothing else...not another stitch of clothing, and with his face coated with Black Dick Fuckslop, poor little Caleb was forced to leave the Field House.
He wanted to run, but he was just too fucking tired. Besides, his ass was burning something fierce. So he limped across campus toward the dorm. He was seen by an estimated one hundred and twenty students. It's an estimate because classes had just let out, and many more kids must have crossed his path in one way or another. There was much laughter and taking of photos on cell phones.
"Way to Party, Dude...go for it," one young kid yelled to him, but the boy wouldn't high five Caleb, cause no one wanted to touch a cum covered pervert. Other boys yelled some not so pleasant things. Many a female student laughed, but most of them didn't verbally abuse the boy. Caleb would limp one way and then spotting a group of kids coming his way, he would turn and try another route to the dorm. His face felt like it had a mask on it, and as the clotted cum began to dry and harden, it took on a glisten. It also clotted in his nostrils and made it hard for him to breath. Caleb had to hold the basket ball shorts up, or they would have fallen around his ankles, further embarrassing the otherwise naked boy.
"Pants a little big for you...aren't they?" another kid yelled, and much laughter ensued. Caleb had had such a promising future when he was a high school senior. He was popular, he was bright, he was one of the high school's most famous girl fuckers...and look at him now! Just look at him now! But the thing that plagued the kid the most as he limped almost naked and covered in sperm across campus was...WHY HAD HIS DICK GOTTEN HARD WHEN HE WAS SUCKING MALE ASS?