JockFiction

The first time he reached deep inside my guts I was speechless the whole time, only waves of pleasure went over my mind and body. “Ran out of smart ass comebacks once I cracked your asshole huh?” he threw the snarky question as I was still catching my breath, his cum inside my ass.

Now he’s 22 and I got finally to come home. The man I found was so different yet so alike the boy I left. We hugged and laughed and spent the nights retelling stories and memories. The love between us only grew with the distance.

We got really close. We slept together in our old room that mom set for us and partied till late. One night we sank all our fears in alcohol and said and did what we wanted to do for long.

Yet once the time came to join the things changed. I still hated being there but little by little I began changing my mind, spending my days in an only-male company most of them my age. ‘Just have fun while you’re here’ they told me.

Young, single, and horny the sailors to be began doing all kinds of stuff in the dark, behind closed doors, on our time off from training. And that besides the all to present ass-slapping, dry-humping, and other things they were doing during the day, sometimes in the eyes of the senior sailors, who not only had nothing to say against it, but encouraged the behaviour.

I was shy to join their games and got scared when I woke up from a wet dream where I was having sex with my shipmates. Until one morning the captain had a word for me in front of everyone else. He said that it has been long enough and I still haven’t shown any sign of camaraderie with my fellow sea-men. He urged that if I wanted to stay I had to show it.

“This is not simply lust, it’s what keeps this ship sailing. There is no need for those who do not share both strive and fornication with their fellow sea-men” That morning was my initiation, a tradition for those who are slow to join the ranks of the white sailors.

The captain picked four junior shipmen that he trusted the most and entrusted me to them while everyone else was watching from the sidelines. Watching them approach to undress me, their bodies glistening in the sun, my defences wore off and I gave in the carnal ritual.

That morning I lost the concept of time. It all felt like a dream, my holes getting filled from all sides. Being stretched and used, sucked and fucked, fondles and dominated. I woke up from that pleasure journey all wet and semen covered, breathing heavily and smiling.

“Are you ready to be a sailor, boy?”

“Yes Sir!”

He didn’t say a word, just watched me insistently. As driven by a spell I walked towards him and kneeled down between his thick hairy legs. I worshipped him from the toes to the tip of his cock for hours that seemed unending.

"Hey, little brother," he called out. "Could you come help me in the shed for a minute?"

I followed him into the small wooden structure, my heart racing. Jake closed the door behind us, and I could feel the heat radiating off his body. I looked up at him, my eyes wide.

"I know what you want," Jake said, his voice low and husky. "And I'm going to give it to you."

Before I could react, Jake grabbed me and pulled me close. He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, and I moaned with pleasure.

Jake broke the kiss and looked down at me. "I've been thinking about this all day," he said. "How much I want to feel your tongue on my skin."

Without another word, Jake lifted his arms over his head providing access to his sweat-slicked pits. I could feel my cock straining against my pants as I leaned in and took a deep breath. Jake's scent was intoxicating, and I couldn't resist. I leaned in and licked his pits, tasting the salt and musk of his skin.

Jake moaned with pleasure, his fingers tangled in my hair. "Yes, just like that," he whispered. "Lick it all up."

I sucked and nibbled at his pits, reveling in the feeling of his body against mine. Jake's cock was rock hard, and I could feel it pressing against my leg. I reached down and stroked it, feeling the silky skin and the hard length beneath.

Jake groaned and pushed me down onto the floor. He pulled off my pants and underwear, exposing my aching cock. He leaned down and took it in his mouth, sucking and licking with expertise. I moaned, my hands tangled in his hair.

"Fuck, Jake," I gasped. "You feel so good."

Jake pulled off my cock and looked up at me, his eyes gleaming. "I'm not done with you yet," he said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle of lube. He slicked up his fingers and reached around, probing my ass.

I moaned as he slipped a finger inside me, then two. He stretched me open, preparing me for his cock. I could feel the tension building inside me, my muscles clenching and unclenching.

Jake pulled his fingers out and positioned himself behind me. He pressed the head of his cock against my hole, and I gasped as he pushed inside. It was tight and hot, and I could feel every inch of him as he filled me up.

Jake started to thrust, his hips slapping against my ass. I could feel the pleasure building inside me, my cock bouncing with every thrust. I reached down and stroked myself, my fingers slick with pre-cum.

"Yes, Jake," I gasped. "Harder, fuck me harder."

Jake obliged, pounding into me with reckless abandon. I could feel the orgasm building inside me, my muscles tensing and releasing. I cried out as I came, my cum splattering on the floor.

Jake followed soon after, his cock twitching inside me as he filled me up with his seed. He collapsed on top of me, his breathing ragged.

We lay there for a few moments, panting and sweating. Then Jake looked up at me, a mischievous glint in his eye.

I was twenty-six, and I'd always been a bit of a rebel, much to Damien's chagrin. He'd never been shy about expressing his disapproval of my lifestyle, particularly my taste for men. But tonight, something had shifted.

"Get your ass up here, Mark," Damien growled from the other side of the small kitchen. I could see the fire in his eyes, the intensity of his desire burning bright. He was sitting on a chair, his muscular arms crossed over his chest. His biceps bulged beneath his tight black t-shirt.

"Why should I do what you say?" I asked, equal parts defiance and curiosity.

"Because I said so, that's why," Damien retorted. "Now, get up here and show me your ass, like I told you to."

I couldn't help but smirk at his vulgar language. It was a stark contrast to his usually authoritarian demeanor. But there was something undeniably arousing about his newfound dominance.

So, I did as my little brother instructed. I climbed on the table and pulled my denim shorts down to show my ass and jock strap. My hoodie still keeping my body warm in the cold small kitchen.

"Damn, you look good in that jockstrap, Mark," Damien murmured appreciatively. He reached out, tracing his fingers along the outline of my hole through the jockstrap.

"You're mine now, Mark," Damien growled, his voice thick with lust. "And I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll be screaming my name."

I felt his finger press against my entrance, and then he was inside me, his finger sliding in and out with ease.

"You're so fucking tight, Mark," Damien murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I can't wait to feel your ass wrapped around my cock."

He added a second finger, stretching me out in preparation for his thick cock. I moaned softly, the sensation of his fingers inside me both foreign and incredibly arousing.

"Now, get on the couch,” Damien ordered. "And keep showing me that sweet little asshole."

I did as he commanded, arching my back and presenting my ass to him. He positioned himself behind me, grabbing my hips and pulling me back against his cock.

"Take a deep breath, Mark," Damien growled. "And then let it out as I slide inside you."

I followed his instructions, inhaling deeply and then exhaling as I felt the head of his cock press against my entrance. He thrust forward, burying himself deep inside me.

"Fuck, your ass feels so good, big brother," Damien groaned, his hands gripping my hips tightly. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you're going to beg for more."

He began to move, his hips slamming against my ass with each forceful thrust. I cried out in pleasure, the sensation of his cock filling me up completely overwhelming.

"You like that, don't you, Mark?" Damien demanded, his voice harsh with lust. "You like having your little ass fucked by your little brother's big cock."

I could only moan in response, my body trembling with each forceful thrust. Damien picked up his pace, his cock slamming into me now with almost brutal force.

"That's it, Mark," Damien growled. "Fucking take it like a good little slut."

I could feel the pleasure building inside me, coiling tighter and tighter with each forceful thrust of Damien's cock. And then, with one final thrust, he was coming, his hot cum spurting deep inside my ass.

"Fuck, Mark," Damien gasped, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm. "You're such a good little slut."

I collapsed onto the couch, spent and completely satisfied. Damien withdrew his cock from my ass, his semen leaking out of me and onto the leather below.

"So, what do you think, Mark?" Damien asked, a smug grin spreading across his handsome face. "Do you think you can handle being my little slut from now on?"

By Clark Wayne

Johnny came over last night. I wasn't expecting him. We had decided that since he's my brother's best friend that we would cool things down and take a step back. Neither one of us wanted to ruin our relationships with him. As far as my brother knew, Johnny was straight and so was I.

But last night, Johnny showed up and I let him in. I tried to ward off his advances but he's just so fucking sexy and charming. And his body is off the charts. And he fucks like a machine. He's the first dude I've ever been with so I don't have anyone to compare him to, but all I know is that when he's inside me, I want him there forever.

He rolls over on top of me and kisses me. My dick is instantly hard. I can still feel his loads inside me from the multiple times he fucked me last night. I asked him once if I could fuck him. He laughed in my face and said, "Fuck no. You're the bitch in this situation." He was half kidding, I think. It pissed me off and I didn't talk to him for a whole day. By late that night, he was balls deep inside me yet again.

"Morning, baby boy," Johnny said between kisses. He always called me that, maybe since he was five years older. He made me feel like a kid, even though I'm not small. Sure, he's more muscular but that's just because he's naturally a bigger dude. I'm lean muscle. He's big muscle. He made me feel protected.

"Morning," I whispered. My voice was gravelly from sleep.

"God, you're so fucking cute when you sleep."

I blushed. "I always sleep good when you're here."

"Yeah? We should make that a permanent thing."

I looked up at him surprised. "What?"

"Maybe we should make this permanent. Move in together?"

"Johnny," I stuttered, "I think that's premature. We've only been hooking up for a couple months. I mean, I've never been with a guy before you."

"You call this hooking up?" he asked me. He looked confused or hurt.

I shrugged. "I guess. I don't know. I thought that's all you wanted."

"Weston, you think I'd spend this much time with you if I weren't serious?"

"Dude, I don't know. I've only known you to be with women. You always hook up with women. I just assumed that's what this was."

Johnny shook his head. "No, Weston. I'm serious." He did a push up over me and looked down. "I don't want to be with women anymore."

I looked up at him. I know I must have looked doubtful. "Ok, what about Drew? You want to come out to him? He'll be pissed when he finds out we've been fucking."

"I don't give a shit. I would have to come out anyway. We would have to come out."

I lifted my head and came up on my elbows. "Woah, wait a minute. Who said anything about coming out. I don't even know what this is. I don't even know if I'm gay."

He sat up, straddling my legs. "What? Weston, we fuck all the time. You love to get fucked."

"I love it when YOU fuck me. I don't know if I like it when other guys fuck me. I wasn't expecting to find out either."

He looked like a mixture of hurt and pissed. "I fucking love you, Weston."

"WHAT? You do?"

"You don't love me?"

"Johnny, I don't know. I... I don't know."

He looked down at me and sighed. "You don't think about me all the time?"

I contemplated the question. I did think about him a lot. "Yes. I do."

"You like to spend time with me?"

"Johnny, all we usually do is fuck. So, yeah, I do like it."

"We don't fuck ALL the time," he said with a frown. "We hang, watch movies, sports, eat out sometimes."

I kept looking up at him. His brown eyes were soft and warm. His square jaw had stubble. His thick black hair was messy with bed-head.

"Yeah, I guess we do."

He slowly lowered himself on top of me again. I loved to feel his weight on me. His hard muscle against mine. I could feel his big cock harden and lengthen against mine. He gently kissed me. Then he maneuvered himself between my legs. It took me a while to get used to that; another guy spreading my legs like I did with women. I knew what he was doing and my legs automatically wrapped around his waist. As we kissed I felt his cock nudge at my hole.

"Johnny," I whimpered. "No. We need to stop."

"I'm not stopping, Weston," he whispered. "You don't want me to either."

I pushed up on his chest but he wouldn't budge. "Johnny, come on, man. We can't do this. I'm not gay."

Then I felt him thrust a little bit, the tip of his cock breaching my hole. "Fuck," I gasped.

He smiled down at me. "There you go, baby boy," he cooed in my ear.

"Johnny," I murmured. "Holy shit." I grunted when he sank in all the way.

"You feel so good, baby boy. So, fucking good. So warm."

I raised my legs and spread them wide. I put my arms on his hips and held on. I watched my feet flop up and down as he fucked. God, it was so fucking good. The whole time, he just stared down into my eyes.

"Johnny... fuck me," I whimpered. "God, don't stop fucking me."

"I won't, Weston. You're my baby boy. I'll take care of you," he whispered in his deep, sexy voice.

I arched my back and straighten out my legs at the intense, erotic sensation jetting through my ass and up my spine. "What are you doing to me?"

"Making you mine, Weston. I'm not letting you go. I won't stop until you accept that."

He thrust long and deep like he was making love, not just fucking. It was so fucking romantic. That was the first time I saw him differently. He wasn't just some hot straight dude who was experimenting with me. He was more than that. I could see some kind of future with him. I started questioning my whole life, my whole identity. Was I gay? Or was I just in love with the person and not the gender?

I kissed him. I felt like such a girl at that moment. This must be what it feels like to be a girl when she's with a serious guy. I felt like I was love sick.

"Damn it, Johnny," I said in-between guttural sounds coming from my throat.

"What?" he asked with a smirk.

"I don't know what you do to me. I can't stop wanting you."

"Then don't, baby boy."

I saw that familiar look on his face. That look when he's about to cum. I spread my legs as wide as they would go. I gripped tighter to his waist and pulled him in tight. Tightening my legs and ass always made my orgasms last longer. He closed his eyes and his mouth fell open as I felt his cock expand. I felt the warm sensation of his jizz filling me whole. Then I came without touching myself. I splattered all over my chest and chin. That was something I had to get used to as well. My own cum on my face. That time Johnny swiped some off my chin and fed it to me was when I knew I was going to be his bitch.

"You’re so tense," he murmured, his voice low, rough. "Work getting to you again?"

I groaned as his thumbs dug into a particularly stubborn knot. "Mmm, you have no idea. That new client is a nightmare."

Jake chuckled, his breath warm against the back of my neck. "Then let me take care of you." His hands slid down my spine, fingers tracing the curve of my lower back before slipping just beneath the waistband of my sweatpants. "You need to relax."

I should’ve stopped him. I knew I should’ve. But the way his fingers teased the top of my ass, the way his voice dropped into that dark, velvety tone—it made my cock twitch against the couch. "Jake…" I warned, but it came out breathless.

"Shh." His lips brushed the shell of my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "Just let me make you feel good."

His hands slid lower, gripping the waistband of my sweatpants and tugging them down just enough to expose the top of my ass. I lifted my hips instinctively, letting him pull them down to mid-thigh. The cool air hit my skin, and I bit my lip as his fingers traced the curve of my ass, teasing but not quite touching where I wanted him to.

"You’ve been working too hard," he murmured, his voice thick with something darker than concern. "Let me help you unwind."

His fingers finally dipped between my cheeks, just barely grazing my hole. I gasped, my hips jerking forward. "Fuck, Jake—"

"Relax," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "I’ve got you."

His fingers circled my entrance, slow and deliberate, before pressing just the tip inside. I moaned, my cock throbbing against the couch. "You’re such a tease," I groaned.

Jake chuckled, low and dark. "You love it."

He pressed deeper, his finger sliding in knuckle-deep, and I arched my back, pushing against him. "Fuck, yes—"

"Greedy little thing, aren’t you?" His other hand snaked around my hip, gripping my cock through my boxers. "Already hard for me."

I whimpered as he stroked me, his finger still buried inside me. "Jake, please—"

"Please what?" His voice was a growl now, his lips brushing my ear. "Tell me what you want."

I swallowed hard, my face burning. "I want you to fuck me."

Jake groaned, his cock pressing against my thigh through his jeans. "God, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that."

His finger pulled out, and I whined at the loss, but then his hands were on my hips, flipping me onto my back. He yanked my sweatpants and boxers off in one motion, leaving me naked beneath him. His eyes raked over my body, dark with hunger.

"Fuck, you’re perfect," he breathed, his hands sliding up my thighs. "Look at you—all spread out for me like a good little slut."

I moaned, my cock leaking at his words. "Jake—"

"Shh." He leaned down, his lips brushing mine. "Let me take care of you."

His mouth crashed against mine, his tongue forcing its way past my lips. I groaned into the kiss, my hands tangling in his hair as he devoured me. His cock was hard against my thigh, and I reached down, gripping him through his jeans.

"Fuck, you’re hard," I panted against his lips.

Jake groaned, grinding against my hand. "You do this to me. Always have."

His hands slid up my chest, pinching my nipples before trailing back down. He wrapped his fingers around my cock, stroking me slowly. "You like that, don’t you? Like when I touch you like this."

"Y-yeah," I gasped, my hips bucking into his grip.

"Good." His thumb swiped over the head of my cock, smearing the precum. "Because I’m gonna make you beg for it."

He released me, standing up just long enough to strip off his shirt and jeans. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, already leaking at the tip. I licked my lips, my mouth watering.

"See something you like?" Jake smirked, stroking himself.

I nodded, my voice gone. "Fuck, yes."

He knelt between my legs, his hands sliding under my thighs to lift them. "Gonna eat this pretty little hole first. Get you nice and wet for me."

Before I could respond, his tongue was on me, hot and wet, swirling around my entrance. I cried out, my fingers gripping the couch cushions. "Fuck, Jake—!"

"Mmm, you taste good," he groaned, his tongue pressing inside me.

I whimpered, my cock throbbing. "More—please, more—"

He obliged, his tongue fucking me in slow, deep strokes. His fingers dug into my thighs, holding me open as he devoured me. I could feel myself getting wetter, my hole clenching around his tongue.

"Fuck, you’re dripping," Jake growled, pulling back just enough to speak. "You love this, don’t you? Love when I eat your tight little hole."

"Y-yeah," I panted, my hips grinding against his face. "Don’t stop—"

He chuckled, the vibration sending a jolt through me. "Oh, I’m not stopping. Not until you’re begging me to fuck you."

His tongue returned, this time focusing on my clenching hole, flicking and teasing until I was a writhing, moaning mess. His fingers joined in, one sliding inside me while his tongue worked my entrance.

"Fuck, Jake—!" I cried, my cock leaking onto my stomach.

"That’s it," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. "Let me hear you."

His finger crooked inside me, hitting that spot that made my vision white out. "Fuck, right there—!"

"Yeah?" His voice was dark, satisfied. "You like that? Like when I finger your prostate?"

"Y-yeah—fuck, yes—"

He added a second finger, stretching me open as he finger-fucked me in slow, deep strokes. "Gonna make you cum like this first. Then I’m gonna fuck you raw."

I whimpered, my cock throbbing. "Please—"

"Please what?" His fingers twisted inside me, making me gasp. "Use your words."

"Fuck me," I begged, my voice breaking. "Please, fuck me—"

Jake groaned, his cock jerking. "God, you’re perfect."

He pulled his fingers out, and I whined at the loss, but then his hands were on my hips, flipping me onto my stomach. He yanked me up onto my knees, my ass in the air, and I felt the head of his cock pressing against my hole.

"You sure about this?" he asked, his voice rough.

"Fuck, yes—" I panted, pushing back against him.

He didn’t need any more encouragement. With one slow, deep thrust, he buried himself inside me.

"Fuck—!" I cried, my fingers clawing at the couch.

"Shit, you’re tight," Jake groaned, his hands gripping my hips. "Fuck, so tight—"

He pulled back and thrust in again, this time harder, deeper. I moaned, my cock dripping onto the couch. "Harder—fuck, harder—"

Jake groaned, his hips snapping against my ass. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixed with our ragged breaths and moans. "You love this, don’t you? Love when I fuck you like a little slut."

"Y-yeah," I gasped, my cock throbbing. "Fuck, yes—"

His hand snaked around my hip, gripping my cock. "Gonna make you cum like this. Gonna fuck you until you scream."

His thrusts became harder, faster, his cock pounding into me with relentless force. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening. "Fuck, Jake—I’m gonna—!"

"Cum for me," he growled, his hand stroking me in time with his thrusts. "Cum all over the couch."

That was all it took. With a cry, I came, my cum spilling over his hand and onto the couch beneath me. Jake groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release.

"Fuck, yes—!" he snarled, burying himself deep inside me as he came, his cock pulsing as he filled me.

We stayed like that for a moment, both of us panting, our bodies slick with sweat. Jake finally pulled out, and I collapsed onto the couch, my limbs like jelly.

"Fuck," I breathed, my voice hoarse.

Jake chuckled, collapsing beside me. "Yeah. Fuck."

We lay there in silence for a moment, our breathing slowly returning to normal. Then Jake turned his head, his eyes dark with something I couldn’t quite read.

"We’re so doing that again."