Jack had just started seventh grade. He had a lot of things going for him: blonde hair, blues eyes, a killer smile and rich parents. But he had some stuff he wasn't too thrilled about either: a scrawny frame, skinny as a beanpole, and he hadn't really started puberty yet. At least not where it counted. All the guys' cocks in the showers and locker room were starting to fill out. All except for his. He always picked out a corner shower head and turned away from the other guys because he was embarrassed about his small prick.
He must not have been flying far enough under the radar however because one day, about a week after school had started and Jack had thought he'd finally settled into a groove, Guy Beason came out of nowhere and gave him the standard "suck my cock, bitch" routine all the jock types give the puny guys.
"You're gonna swallow, too, faggot," Guy blurted out. "Who knows, it may help you grow a real cock," he added with a snicker. If only that were true, Jack thought. Guy's sizable cock was in Jack's mouth before he could even say "what the fuck."
Turns out Jack had been eyeing up Guy and his jock buddies since two years ago when he transferred to Highlands Middle School. But this wasn't exactly how he pictured getting to them. Well, at least this way, he cut through the awkward period of buttering them up to let him suck their cocks and got right to it.
"Oh fuck, dude. Yeah, suck that cock, pussy boy," Guy moaned. A little jock posse had gathered around, jerking their own meats in admiration, not wanting to miss their leader literally flex his muscles and dominate scrawny little Jack. Guy hadn't been shooting cum for very long so his load was just a few short spurts that Jack easily downed. He wasn't going to let this opportunity pass by even though it meant his humiliation in front of the powerful boys. He'd been wanting Guy's dick too long.
No sooner had Guy pulled out of Jack's warm, welcoming mouth did Coach Roberts burst in to get the boys moving along and out to the bus.
"Come on boys, day's a wastin'."
Jack got up off his knees and sat down on the bench in front of his locker with a deep sigh.
"Hey, fairy boy," Guy called. "You'll do that everyday for me and any of my guys who want it or else I'll beat the fuck out of you, got it?"
Jack's back went from a half slump to a full slump. Yeah he'd always wanted to suck cock but not like this. Not like he was some disposable mouth that could be thrown around on a whim. He wondered if he'd always be delegated to this role on account of his size. He wished he could hurry and grow the fuck up.
The bus ride back home wasn't much better. Guy wasn't on his bus but a few of his gang were, acting buddy-buddy with him as they made their way to the back of the bus.
"Chop chop, faggot, there's three of us and only fifteen minutes till our stop," the biggest one said while he whipped out his readymade hard cock, grinning up at Jack.
After fifteen minutes of resigned moaning and slurping, the jocks all left the bus with a lighter set of balls and a happy dick swinging in their gym shorts. Jack gave stellar blowjobs even under compulsion. He wasn't a pro, he'd only sucked his cousin whenever he came over to visit on holidays and stuff. He was just a natural. It wasn't much solace to Jack, though, as he slouched low in the back seat of the bus. Furious, confused, rattled. But his body was telling him something completely different. He had stumbled onto something. His hard cock was a testament to that. He was pissed off and elated at the same time. His tummy not only held four modest loads of cum, it relished them. His body was thanking him for finally giving it what it needed.
Jack stumbled through the front door and up to his room, still not quite sure what to make of everything. A smile was chipping away at the corners of his mouth.
"What the fuck?" Jack breathed aloud. How in the world could he be happy about all this? He couldn't get over how conflicted he felt. He'd never had two insanely strong emotions clobber him at the same time like this before. But something he knew for a fact was he needed to take care of his shining little boner. His hand magnetically leapt to his pants and yanked them off, desperate to feel his hardness. Sixty seconds later, a dry cum wracked his frame and that was that. Or so he thought it was. Jack's afterglow lasted way longer than usual and his dick refused to go down for another ten minutes. His crotch was noticeably buzzing with energy. He felt like he'd give his hand a shock if he let it get too close to his cock. It simultaneously freaked him out and excited him.
He hoped it was all because of how strangely the day had unfolded and that he'd calm down in a couple hours. After he'd made himself some PB and J's, he returned to the world as he knew it and he could breathe easier again.
He went back up to his room to change into some more comfy clothes so he could lounge around downstairs and fart around on his laptop. He stripped down and was about to put on a fresh pair when he decided spur of the moment he would freeball under his pajama bottoms. He usually didn't care to because he'd get raging boners and his mom usually came over to the lounge when she got back from her functions at night. And there's just something weird about having a boner in your mom's presence, whether she knows you have one or not. And Jack's wasn't even noticeable on account of his still not quite having descended into puberty just yet. But still, it was just awkward. He evidently didn't feel that way tonight, though. Something was up, he just didn't know what yet.
There he was on the couch, shirtless with just a pair of pj bottoms on, looking at his Facebook. He couldn't have scripted what he saw next any better. Guy had sent him a friend request.
"What the fuck is this?" Jack muttered under his breath.
He accepted just to see what the prick was up to. He was in the middle of sending him a message when he got one from Guy first.
"I bet you can't wait for tomorrow you fuckin pussy. You better be hungry."
That figured. He just wanted to talk shit. Jack read the message over again. His cock started to strain up against his laptop through his pants. Why the crap was he so turned on by all this cock slut talk? "You better be hungry." The words stroked his cock as if they had hands.
A burp he didn't know he had in him filled the room and surprised him a little. It smelled like Guy's and his posse's cum.
Fuck, that's hot, Jack thought and he shivered with delight as the musty smell of jock cum floating in the air stoked his memory of the afternoon of cocksucking he'd had. His dick begged him to satisfy his need with its hardness. Jack jetted back up to his room, stopping by the bathroom to get a good glob of Vaseline out of the jar to slop on his dick. In his room, both hands and cock sufficiently slippery, he moaned like no tomorrow as his hands gurgled over his throbbing cockhead. His breath caught in his throat as he fingered his asshole deeply. He'd never wanted a cum so badly before. He found his sweet love nut hiding up his ass and rubbed it like a genie should burst out of it at any moment. A tidal wave of release swept him into the current of his orgasm. His dry cum lasted at least twice as long as it usually did, leaving Jack literally gasping for air when it finally subsided.
There it was again. That warm buzzing feeling deep in his ballsack that made his body linger in the grey area after a good cum where all the tension in your body dissolves completely. He totally succumbed to the prolonged strains of post-orgasmic bliss his body was soaking in and fell into a pattern of slow, heavy breathing. He was out like a light in no time. Sleep snuck up on him so fast in fact he still had his fingers deep in his ass. His hole was grateful for the company and sad when his fingers left the cavity when he unconsciously rolled over in his sleep an hour later. A longing whimper escaped him involuntarily, his ass protesting its new emptiness. Jack's cock pulsed in hardness throughout the night as his mind dreamt of how much cock he'd get tomorrow.