Training a Jock Slut

Training a Jock Slut 14

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Training a Jock Slut – Chapter 14

Road Trip

Brody woke up abruptly as the car came to a screeching stop. His three teammates in the back looked around groggily.

"Look alive, boys! You can get your sleep once we check in."

The boys grumbled as they poured out of Coach's car. They were headed for an inter-state wrestling meet. And because of how far the hosting school was, they needed to spend the night at a motel.

Coach watched as his athletes stumbled towards the front desk. They were the best wrestlers he had. Marvin and Tom were still freshmen; it was their first actual competition. So Coach did not really have high hopes for them. Jimmy and Brody, on the other hand, were his pride and joy. He fully expected them to medal in their respective weight classes.

Coach stared greedily at Brody's sexy ass stretching out his gray sweatpants. Of course, he was not wearing any underwear as ordered. The jock was probably too sleepy to notice that his cock was outlined clear as day in the thin gray material.

Coach would have loved nothing more than to pull those pants down and breed his slut right then and there. But he needed his star jock in top shape. He did not want to wear out Brody before the meet. There would be plenty of time to do that afterward. He planned to celebrate Brody's impending victory in style – although he suspected the hunky jock would not quite appreciate his concept of celebration, especially since it involved Brody naked on his back with his legs in the air.

The front of Coach's pants tented slightly at the vision.

Coach rang the small bell on the desk and watched the motel clerk walk out. The older Hispanic man had clearly been sleeping on the job.

"Three rooms please. Two need to have twin beds." Coach wished he could have his jock-slut in bed with him. But he could not afford to raise any suspicions among the other boys. So he decided to place the two younger boys together, while Jimmy and Brody shared the other room.

Coach also hoped that some time together would help his two star athletes to get along better. He enjoyed making Brody humiliate himself in front of his rival, but he did not want it to get too out of hand.

The clerk returned with the keys and handed them out. It was nearly midnight. Coach and the boys walked up to the second story with hushed footsteps.

The motel was right beside the highway but it was completely quiet at this time of the night. The second floor of the motel was just a long open terrace that faced the road and the parking lot.

The only other occupants of the motel were presumably truckers, based on the seven 18-wheelers in the parking lot.

"Okay, gentlemen, we'll leave at 6 am tomorrow morning, no exceptions. You will slide your butts out of bed and straight into the car. I need all of you to take a shower now before bed. There won't be time for that in the morning. I will not be driving the rest of the way with your rank teenage stink filling up the car. Got it?"

The boys nodded grumpily and headed towards their respective rooms. Satisfied, Coach entered his own, desperate for some sleep as well.

Both Jimmy and Brody stepped inside their room and placed their bags on the floor.

"Why don't you shower first, Brody? Wake me up when you are done."

Brody looked around the tiny bathroom and sighed.

"There aren't any hooks for my clothes or the towel." In fact the bathroom was so short on space that even the washbasin and mirror were placed outside it.

"Then dry yourself here in the room, you dope," snapped Jimmy. "It's not like I haven't seen all your bits anyway. You basically prance around naked in practice."

He smirked at Brody, who recoiled at Jimmy's barbed words. Jimmy never failed to use an opportunity to insult the blond jock.

"Yea, I guess you are right," Brody muttered quietly, his feelings still wounded from his teammate's joke.

He pulled his shirt off, turning his back towards Jimmy. He then proceeded to pull his sweatpants off, completely unaware of the eyes zeroed in on his plump ass.

"Haha, going commando huh?"

The nape of Brody's neck turned red but he chose not to dignify Jimmy's snark with a response. He hurriedly stepped out of his pants and went into the shower.

After a speedy rinse, Brody stepped out of the washroom. He was cupping his cock and balls with his hands in a ridiculous attempt to maintain a shred of modesty.

The jock's eyes grew wide when he noticed that his towel and his bag were both missing. His eyes eventually made contact with Jimmy's. The other boy was gazing at him mischievously.

"What the heck, dude? Where are my freaking clothes?" demanded Brody. He was exasperated. This was turning out just like the last time he was humiliated by Jimmy.

"Relax, man. I just put them outside as a prank. Just go and get them."

Without even giving himself any time to process the situation, Brody walked towards the door. He did not want to spend another second naked in front of Jimmy. Didn't he have enough of that crap back home thanks to Coach?

"I'm going to kick Jimmy's ass," Brody thought to himself furiously.

He opened the door partially and put one foot outside to grab his stuff. He stopped in consternation when he did not see either bag or towel on the terrace.

But before he could retreat into the room, there was a flurry of motion and Brody felt a foot on his bare ass kick him completely out the door.

He spun around, wildly grasping for the door knob. But it was too late. His heart dropped as he heard the familiar click of the door being locked.

Brody's right hand instinctively went to clutch his package. His hand was large, but it still barely managed to cover his soft, thick meat. He brought his face close to the door and whispered to his teammate, struggling to maintain his composure.

"Alright, Jimmy, that was really funny. Now let me in." Brody was practically hissing at this point. He jumped when a car zoomed past the motel. He felt horribly exposed under the glow of the light above the door. Luckily, there was no one around to witness his humiliation.

"Tell you what, Brody. I will let you back in if you put on a show for me. I always wondered how the golden boy likes to play with himself. And I think it's time I found out."

Brody could not believe what Jimmy was saying.

"What the hell, man! You gay or something?" Brody whispered back.

"Fuck no, asshole. I just like seeing you grovel like a bitch. Now take two steps back and face the peephole in the door. Then play with that mule dick like the perv you are."

Brody bit his lower lip; he really did not want to acquiesce to Jimmy's demands but he did not see any other choice if he wanted to avoid public exposure. He walked to the spot that Jimmy had indicated and began fisting his cock. But the entire situation was so stressful that he found himself unable to work up an erection.

Back in the room, Jimmy had his eye glued to the peephole. He was not gay, that was for sure. But watching the most popular kid in school follow his orders, no matter how depraved, was giving Jimmy a new sort of high. The only other time he ever felt like this was when he won a wrestling match. The hapless stud on the other side of the door might have had difficulties getting hard, but Jimmy was starting to show the signs of an impressive boner, even if he did not realize it.

After a minute of clumsily pawing his flaccid cock, Brody walked back to the door.

"There, I did as you asked. Let me in please," he pleaded.

"No, I want you to get completely hard, not flop your limp dick around. And once I've seen you get hard, you will turn around and play with yourself for an additional minute facing the parking lot."

Brody's face was bright red, even in the twilight. He walked back to his spot and tried to get hard again. Over the past few weeks, Brody had become aware that parts of his hot jock body had become rewired sexually. Filled with shame, his raised both his hands to his pouty nipples and started squeezing them. They were still sore from the Reverend's frequent molestation and stiffened immediately. And, as he expected, his member started filling up with blood at the same time.

Jimmy could not believe his eyes. His biggest rival in school was playing with his tits like a bimbo porn star, and his cock was getting fully hard because of it! He wished he had a better view than through the peephole, so he could record this moment on his phone's camera and then post it all over the school. That would really knock Brody off his perch.

Soon, Brody's cock was as at full mast. Jimmy glowered with jealousy at the size of Brody's massive tool. He felt a bit better as the jock outside started turning around and faced the parking lot and highway. Jimmy could only imagine how humiliated Brody was feeling.

The blond hunk could barely keep his cock hard. He was terrified. He counted to sixty in his head before he scampered back to the room door.

"Okay, asshole, I did as you ordered. Now let me back in," Brody whispered angrily.

"You shouldn't have called me an asshole, Brody."

Brody swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. He did not like where this was going.

"Because of your goddamn mouthing off, I think you can find your own way back in. I'm going to bed, you perv."

Brody heard Jimmy walk away from the door, followed by the sound of bed springs creaking. He kept knocking and whispering apologetic pleas into the door, but there was no response. It was clear that Jimmy was not going to let him back in, not of his own volition.

Brody retreated to a relatively unlit corner of the terrace to weigh his options. He considered knocking on Marvin and Tom's door, but both boys were new to the team and he did notknow them all that well. Even if they were willing to lend him some clothes and put him up in their room for the night, he'd lose whatever respect the freshmen had for him.

His next option was Coach. The thought of what the older man might do to him if he saw him in this state made the jock shudder. Since that weekend when the Reverend had inducted him into the art of rimming, he and Coach could not get enough of the handsome young jock eating out their asses. Brody's squirming as his tongue unwillingly wormed its way deep inside them just turned them on all the more.

Despite his obvious shame, Brody was actually a competent ass-licker. More than once, both men had shot their loads from nothing more than a vigorous tonguing by the teenage stud. It was no surprise, then, that a rim-job was now a mandatory component of each and every one of their sessions with him.

Brody's shoulders sagged as he realized that he would almost certainly have to oblige Coach with another session of ass-munching. But it was not like it would be a torture he'd never experienced before. He might as well grit his teeth and get it over with so he could get a proper night's sleep, instead of hanging around outside in the nude for anyone to discover.

His hard-won resolve crumbled as soon as he approached Coach's door. He could hear the sound of voices from inside. Coach had someone in his room - from the voices, more than one person!

Brody might have been prepared to service his coach, but there was no way he was whoring himself out to Coach's friends, too. And Brody feared that would be exactly what Coach would expect of him. They'd gang-rape Brody, but not before Coach ordered him to show off his new rimming skills to the strangers.

Screw that. Brody was not going to admit more strangers into the ranks of who was allowed to use and abuse him – not if he could help it.

He looked down from the second floor towards the motel office. The lights were still on. Brody knew it would be mortifying to try and convince the motel clerk to give him the spare keys. But it was preferable to being passed around Coach's room like a cheap sex toy for God knows who.

Maybe he could try to play off his nudity as a joke. Like it was a friendly team prank. He thought that might just work. Sure, it would be intensely humiliating, but still better than a night of sexual debauchery with Coach and his undoubtedly likeminded friends.

The irony was that Coach was in fact alone in his room, watching television. The latter was the source of the `voices' which Brody thought he'd heard through the door. And contrary to Brody's qualms, Coach had no intention of abusing Brody before the match since he did not want to put the jock off his game. Brody would actually have been quite safe seeking help from his coach. Instead he was about to ensnare himself in yet another potentially humiliating quandary.

Brody took a quick look around again and used both hands to grab his semi hard cock. Then, with a deep breath, he sprinted towards the motel office. His powerful thighs and glutes rippled as he zipped down the stairs.

The path to the office was mercifully devoid of any activity. Brody continued his awkward run to his destination. He needed to get this nightmare over with fast. He was clutching the swinging meat between his legs like it was going to fall off. His teammates would have fallen over themselves laughing at the sight.

He thought he heard a truck door open as he ran past the parking lot, but he did not stop to check. To his relief, the panting jock had finally made it through the office doors. It was empty like before, dimly lit by flickering fluorescent light.

He rang the bell as gently as he could. He needed the clerk, not the entire motel. After several agonizing seconds, Brody heard footsteps heading towards him. He calmed himself and rehearsed mentally what he was going to say.

The sleepy clerk walked to the reception desk. He was still yawning, not registering the mass of naked muscle quivering before him. But in a split second, his eyes grew wide. He had been jolted out of his drowsy state. He peered curiously at the ostensibly shirtless teenager in front of him.

"Hi, sir. I'm really sorry to bother you this late. But you see, my teammate is being a real jerk and played a stupid prank on me. So I would really appreciate it if you could let me back into my room."

Brody had plastered a sheepish smile on his face, hoping he was selling his story.

The older Latino cleared his throat and moved closer to his side of the desk. His eyes followed Brody's heaving pecs to his groin. That was when he realized that the fine specimen in front of him was not only shirtless; he was buck naked!

Brody felt the man's eyes linger on his nether regions. He glanced down and realized most of his blond bush was exposed. He hastily moved his hand up to cover it but that caused a bit of his dickhead to pop out. Brody turned a beautiful shade of crimson as he scrambled to cover himself. When he looked up, he saw the man grinning at him.

"I get it, kid. I was a teenager once, too. Ain't nothing wrong with a bit of harmless fun. There is a problem though. You see, all the spare keys are kept in the main office out back. I need to get it from there."

"Please sir. I will wait for you. I really need to get to bed. I have a wrestling meet tomorrow," Brody begged pitifully.

"Wrestling huh? Well, all right. But I need a favor. And I'm glad I ran into a strong guy like you. See those two bags of mulch lying outside? I need to get them to the main office, too. There's a utility closet there where we keep all our supplies. I need a strong guy like you to give me a hand with them. I threw out my back a few days ago."

Brody eyed the two 20-pound bags.

"I can't do it now sir. I don't have any clothes on. I promise to move them before we leave in the morning." The desperation in Brody's voice was palpable.

The man clicked disapprovingly.

"Sorry boy. You do it now or I might have to wake up your chaperone. I don't like the idea of leaving a kid unattended, especially in the nude."

Brody gulped. He had already come this far. He did not want to involve Coach now. He would be even angrier that Brody had not gone to him first.

"Okay, let's move them," Brody spoke in a small voice.

Manuel could have crowed in glee. He grabbed the main office keys and went around the desk to where his prize was standing. He shooed Brody outside and closed the door. He put up a sign that said "Back in 15!"

He turned back to look at Brody. He was greatly amused to see the jock still grabbing his jewels with both hands and frantically scanning the silent parking lot.

"Alright kid. You look plenty strong. Let me put one bag over each of your shoulders. And there ain't no reason to be shy. I had five brothers."

Brody nodded silently and allowed the man to place the first bag on his shoulders. It was moderately heavy. But Manuel was taking his time positioning the bag, rubbing his beer belly all over the jock's back. As the second bag was hoisted onto him, Brody had no choice but to let go of his cock and hold on to it.

His thick cock and heavy bag plopped out, all for the world to see.

Manuel whistled. "That's quite a piece of equipment you got there kid. Bet all the bitches in school cream their pants when they see it."

Brody was embarrassed but tried to laugh off the comment. This was normal guy talk. He had no reason to feel demeaned or threatened by it.

They walked slowly to the other end of the motel, past the stairs where Brody had come down from. Brody's pink cock and large balls jutted out in front him, leading the way.

Unfortunately for the blond hunk, he did not have eyes in the back of his head. If he had, he would have seen the older man behind him staring intently at his plump, muscled ass. And he may have even noticed that the man was groping a growing bulge in his thick denim. But clueless Brody continued to walk to where the man had pointed. He just wanted to get the spare key and forget this ever happened.

Manuel noticed his "helper" had stopped abruptly in his tracks. They were at the entrance of the men's public bathroom, used almost exclusively by truckers who preferred to sleep in their vehicles instead. It was a massive room, with the first half filled with rows of urinals along either wall. The back end of the bathroom had stalls on one side and the entrance to the shower area on the other. At the very end, there was a door to the utility closet, which was also linked to the motel's main office.

"What's the holdup, kid?" The Latino gentleman then saw Brody looking tentatively at a man who was using one of the urinals. He chuckled when he realized that the teen had reservations about parading himself naked through a public washroom. But going through here was the only way to the utility closet without running the risk of spilling mulch on the office carpet.

Anyway, the kid needed to learn a lesson for waking him up so late.

Manuel reached forward and pushed Brody's ass hard. Brody stumbled into bathroom, barely holding onto the bags on either muscular shoulder. Of course, the commotion from his entrance had caused the pissing man to look back and do a double-take. The stranger's eyes honed in on Brody's juicy cock, then to Manuel, who gave a cheeky wink.

Brody tried to regain his composure as he made his way slowly across the bathroom. His nostrils flared at the disgusting stench. And he almost retched as he felt his bare feet squelching on the grainy floor. He could only imagine what he was walking on. As he walked by the shower area, he saw two burly men soaping up. One of them had seen him. Brody heard laughter as he scurried past. He could feel the color rising in his face as he knew they were probably laughing at his expense.

At long last, Brody made it to the door. He heard Manuel rustle through some keys before opening it and leading him into the closet.

"Almost there, kid. Thanks for doing the heavy lifting. You can put those bags down now."

The teen placed the two heavy bags on the floor. His shoulders ached a little. Brody hoped it would not affect his performance in the morning.

"Okay, now let's get that key for you, eh?"

Brody wished the clerk would stop talking and get the spare keys quickly. It was going to be a long walk back. He was bemused when the clerk opened another door at the opposite end of the closet that led directly into the main office. Brody fumed when he realized that there was indeed a route to the office that avoided the bathroom. But he kept his mouth shut. His anger had gotten him into this mess in the first place.

Manuel went over to a cabinet and returned with a tagged key in his hand. Brody let out a breath of relief. He headed towards the alternative way to his room when the clerk stopped him.

"No, it's faster back the way we came from."

Brody barely had time to complain when the man had placed a hand on his bare hips and gently pushed him back through the closet towards the public bathroom.

Brody could do nothing but whimper. He needed the keys to get back in his room. Coach would kill him if he found out that Brody was walking all over without any clothes on.

Brody could not help but feel awkward as he felt the calloused hands still firmly planted on his hips. And it was uncomfortable to say the least as he felt the man's arm press into his butt cheeks. But the man seemed pretty nonchalant about the whole thing. Brody just shrugged it off as innocent behavior. How wrong he was.

They got to the bathroom door and Brody held his breath. He hoped the men in the showers were gone. But as they entered the humid room, Brody could still hear the shower heads running. The clerk was firmly holding on to Brody's waist now. As they go to the shower area entrance, Brody was horrified when the older man had made them stop.

"Heya, Joe. Long time no see," Manuel yelled to one of the showering men. Both were tall men with large beer guts. One looked slightly younger than the other but they were forty years old at least. And Brody could not help but notice how hairy both the men were. His own blond body hair looked practically non-existent beside theirs.

"Who's your naked buddy there, Manny?" Brody assumed the man asking the question was Joe.

"Just some kid who got locked out by his friend. We were just getting the spare key. He's helped carry a few things back, too."

Manuel then addressed Brody directly.

"Say kid, carrying those bags have made you kind of filthy. You should probably rinse off here."

Brody looked over at his shoulder and there were bits of mulch stuck to his body.

"I can just shower once I get in my room sir."

Manuel's face hardened. "That wasn't a suggestion, kid."

Brody gulped as he saw the clerk put the spare key in his jean pocket.

"Or maybe we should wake up your coach."

"No!" yelped Brody. In a calmer voice, he added, "No, there's no need for that. I'll take a quick rinse."

Brody stepped into the tiled shower area. The other two men looked at him like hungry wolves. He picked a shower closest to the entrance and turned on the water. As the water rapidly washed away the dirt on him, Brody turned off the water. He could feel the men staring at him.

He turned around to leave the shower area when he saw the clerk was right behind him.

"No, not like that. That ain't the way to clean yourself boy. Didn't your parents teach you anything?"

With that, Manuel grabbed the wet jock and took him to the center of the shower room. He tossed a bar of soap to Brody.

`Now lather up boy. The sooner you get clean, the faster you can get out of here."

Brody was still reeling from the sudden shift in the helpful motel clerk's tone. His eyes prickled as he used the bar of soap to lather himself. All three men in the room were watching him intently. And of course, they wasted no time in giving him orders.

"Soap those pits real good, boy."

"Don't forget your boy-tits. I have never seen such big nipples on a kid his age."

"Or any guy for that matter. He obviously likes playing with them. Boy-tits don't stick out that much otherwise."

"Fuck yea, now soap up your cock and balls."

"I can't believe the kid is doing it. Haha."

Brody wanted to burst into tears but he bit his lip and soldiered on. He knew he was at the mercy of these men. He could not get away from them even if he tried. The time for escape was far past. He had the familiar sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

He was now completely covered in soap. Then he felt one of the truckers grab his arm and position him under a shower. The other man also made his way over to Brody. The jock looked over in dismay to find even the motel clerk had stripped off and was closing in on him.

But most distressing was that all three older men were now sporting large wood. Brody noticed that the Latino's cock was uncut and dripping precum already. He knew then with certainty that he was not leaving the shower unmolested.

All three men started exploring Brody's soap-slick body. Two hands found their way to Brody's nipples. Another pair started manhandling Brody's meat. Finally, the third set of hands kneaded his ass globes. Eventually a finger started snaking between his ass cheeks.

Due to the excessive foam all over his ass, the finger between his cheeks slid into his puckered hole in a flash.

"This kid ain't a virgin!  My finger went right in and the bitch didn't even whimper," Manuel exclaimed. Brody blushed, but the other men chortled.

The finger in his ass was swiftly replaced by two, and within a few seconds, three. It was sensory overload for poor Brody. He moaned loudly.

"Look at how hard the bitch is! This is gonna be a fucking fun night. Boy! Get your hands on our cocks."

Brody lowered his hands and grabbed the thick cocks on either side of him. His nipples were being twisted raw. They were definitely going to hurt tomorrow.

What was it about him that seemed to invite abuse from men? Why did they feel they could violate him with impunity? Did he have the word WHORE emblazoned on his forehead? Just as Brody was contemplating his miserable predicament and thinking he should have gone to Coach after all, the three fingers brutally ramming his ass were suddenly pulled out. Then without warning, a thick cock forced itself past his tight sphincter.

Brody howled loudly. His voice reverberated in the large room. The men laughed uproariously when they heard their jock piggy squeal. One of the men turned on a shower and washed most of the foam from Brody's body. They then took their fuck slut to the center of the room and forced him to lie down on the floor, face up.

From that point on, there were no holds barred. The trio used their handsome captive's holes with reckless abandon. Brody's face was repeatedly smashed against the pubes of each man as they took turns fucking his throat. And there was never a moment when one of Brody's holes was unoccupied. He was stuffed at both ends with hot man meat or fingers at all times.

After nearly an hour, Brody found himself riding Manuel's cock almost mechanically. The clerk was on his back, enjoying the view of the jock's golden cheeks swallowing his uncut Latino meat over and over again. He ran his hands up and down Brody's well-muscled thighs, reveling in their strength as they worked to propel the boy's own disgrace.

The third stranger was standing with his cock pumping in and out of the dick-riding jock's hot mouth. Every thrust was balls deep. Brody gagged repeatedly but had no choice other than to let the men use him. At least, he thought, they were not making him lick their asses.

Little did he realize that rimming would have been a breeze compared to what his abusers had in store for him.

Manuel's friend Joe waited impatiently for one of the men to tap out. He badly needed to sink his seven-inch thick cock into one of the jock's velvety orifices again.

He reached down and played with Brody's meat, which was hard and flopping around wildly as the blond hunk impaled himself on Manuel's cock. Joe pushed Brody back slightly. The man standing over him adjusted himself accordingly, never once letting his cock escape from Brody's mouth.

Joe could now see his buddy's dark cock pumping the jock's well-fucked love chute. Then a completely wicked idea started to form in Joe's head. There really should not be any reason why Brody could keep only two dicks wet at a time.

The big dick in Brody's mouth was tickling his tonsils when he felt his heavy ball sack being lifted up. The men were whispering among themselves.  The cock pumping his ass abruptly stopped and the man he was sucking stepped aside.

Brody found himself being roughly pushed down. His back was now resting against Manuel's furry chest. The man's cock remained firmly lodged up the jock's cunt as he reached up to restrain Brody's arms. The third man grabbed Brody's ankles and lifted them up and out. Brody looked down fearfully and saw Joe eyeing his plugged hole hungrily.

"What's going on?" Brody asked anxiously. His question was to be answered in the worst possible way.

His eyes grew large with concern as he saw Joe squat and position himself between Brody's outstretched legs. He spit on the jock's pussy.

"Please sir. I need to go now. It's getting really late..."

Brody felt a spongy mass pushing against his already overstuffed hole. His terror mounted.

"No, you can't. Don't do it please. Please! I'll rip," he begged hysterically.

"No, you won't. There's always time to learn new tricks, whore," came the cruel reply from Joe.

Brody had not even registered the import of the sinister words when he felt an immense pressure on his hole. And suddenly, his poor overworked sphincter gave way and a second cock had slid inside him, right up to the hilt.

Brody screamed bloody murder. There were stars in his field of vision. The sensation was so overwhelming that he thought he would pass out. But unfortunately for him, he stayed conscious throughout the latest indignity to be inflicted on his helpless young body.

The men around him whooped with delight. They had done it. They had managed to double stuff this alpha jock. They had crammed his muscular teen ass with two cocks at the same time. They couldn't believe their good fortune. The boy was barely legal, amazingly fit, unusually submissive, AND capable of taking two dicks simultaneously. They had scored big time.

Brody, on the other hand, was not feeling lucky at all. He was in a daze. His mind couldn't fully comprehend what had happened. His reluctant whoredom had plumbed new depths.

His only consolation was that the pain wasn't as unbearable as he had dreaded. Instead, all he felt was a burning around his tight hole and an incredible fullness in his ass. He moved his hand down and felt for his hole. His fingers finally found it. Brody could only imagine that his ass would be permanently ruined. His fingers traced the two beer-can thick dicks filling his guts and he feared there was no way his hole would ever recover from this onslaught.

He was still lying limply in a state of shock when he felt the men start to pump him in alternate motions. The fullness in his ass was reaching parts of him that even Coach's massive cock had not. To his utmost shame, Brody felt ecstasy spike his body as the two dicks constantly massaged his sensitive prostate. His cock, which had shriveled up from the pain earlier, was becoming engorged again.

"Look at this bitch. He fucking likes it! I knew it!"

Brody felt the heat rise in his face. They were right. It did feel good. What should have been sheer agony had been all but superseded by unexpected pleasure. He could feel his dick lurch and spew pre-cum, and knew he would not be able to hold out for much longer.

Barely a minute of double-fucking later, Brody had shot his load straight into the air, most of it spattering back onto him. He let out a sob of defeat.

His debasement thrilled the men, encouraging them to pile-drive their whore even harder. They were keen to make him cum again. It was obvious that the blushing teen was deeply ashamed by his arousal in the midst of being gang-banged. They also enjoyed the sight of his buff body straining mightily against the two-pronged assault, every muscle perfectly taut yet ineffectual.

Joe was elated by how well his idea had worked out as he watched his friend fill the jock's mouth with cock again. There was no need to wait to fuck the boy anymore.

The men only lasted another ten minutes before they shot their loads all over Brody's face and in his ass. But they were not about to call it a day until every single man had managed to partake in double-stuffing their jock slut and drew that second orgasm out of him.

So on it went, with each pair taking their turn at double-dicking Brody's battered asshole while the odd man out fucked his face. Being only 18, Brody's erection had recovered by the time the third and last pair was reaming out his ass, and Joe `helped' the stud over the edge by stroking his cock. That was all the stimuli he needed.

With a guttural groan, he sprayed a second, smaller load all over himself, where it mingled with the spunk of his tormentors.

The men high-fived each other and pulled out so they could add even more semen to Brody's toned body. His hunky physique was practically glazed from head to toe in a heady mix of sperm and sweat.

Manuel ran a finger through the mess and then pressed it to Brody's unresisting lips to lick clean. That was the cue for his companions to start shoveling as much of the sticky, scummy concoction as they could scrape off Brody's body into his mouth.

Brody just lapped it up mindlessly, barely tasting it. His brain was still swimming from all the sexual activity ... and his body's inconceivable reaction to it. He felt so filthy and used, but at the same time he couldn't deny that his body had responded positively to the abuse.

As he lay on the cold tile, he could feel his hole struggling to close after his ordeal.  He felt a key being thrown at him.

"Make sure you return it with the other room key in the morning, kid. And thanks for the hot time. You're one hell of a fuck."

Brody hung his head and waited for the men to leave. Once he heard the laughing men get dressed and head out, Brody got up shakily and rinsed off his body. He didn't dare to reach down and feel his ass. In his mind, it was a cavernous hole at this point.

Once he got rid of all the sweat and cum, he picked up the key and walked unsteadily to his room. His asshole ached with every step. He opened the door and saw that Jimmy was in bed. The time was 3:12 a.m. His nighttime escapade had taken well over three hours, and his whole body was sore. He could not help thinking that Coach would have gone easier on him. But there was no point in regrets now.

Brody cautiously approached the mirror. He could not put it off any longer; he had to know the extent of the damage to his ass. He cast a wary glance back at Jimmy and, satisfied that the other boy was asleep, turned around to spread his cheeks.

To his surprise, there was not a gaping big hole between his legs. Feeling bolder, he slipped his fingers into his crack and gingerly prodded his hole. Sure, it felt sore and puffy but it had closed back up, like it always did after a normal pounding. Brody breathed a sigh of relief and let his hands drop to his sides.

Without bothering to put on his clothes, he crawled into bed. He was so exhausted that he soon fell into a dreamless sleep.

Sleep, however, did not come as effortlessly to his roommate. Unbeknownst to Brody, Jimmy had woken up while the jock slut was examining his ass in the mirror. The snarky greeting died on his lips once he cottoned on to what Brody was doing. Why was he spreading his ass and checking it? And why was he running his fingers presumably over his hole?

He could only think of one explanation for Brody's furtive actions: his teammate was a fudge-packer. He could scarcely believe it. If he had not seen it with his own two eyes, he would not have. Yes, Brody had been behaving weirdly of late, but he'd never seriously entertained the notion that Brody might be gay. Every girl in school was drooling over his hot body. And Brody had always flirted right back. He'd only ever shown interest in the opposite sex.

Suddenly Jimmy remembered how Brody had asked him earlier if he was gay. Had that been a hint? Had Brody been hoping to find another boy with similar inclinations to his own on their team?

He totally had! He must have wanted Jimmy to fuck his brains out but, when he struck out, he went to find someone else to scratch his itch. And obviously he had found someone. Who? The motel clerk? Somehow Brody had gotten another key to the room ... but surely he hadn't prostituted himself to that old guy for that ... not unless he wanted it really bad?

Jimmy's mind reeled. He pretended to be asleep as Brody got into bed, but his brain continued to work in overdrive. He had to find out. He had to know for sure. And if his suspicions were right ... well, he'd had quite a bit of fun at Brody's expense tonight just by locking him out naked and making him grope his donkey dick. He could hardly imagine how much more fun he could have with Brody once he confirmed the stud's dirty secret.

Mister Popular wasn't even going to know what hit him.

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