Hot 18yo muscle and Twink teens, one trains his best friend, seducing his Cock Boy.
This is my first story, so any helpful comments would be appreciated. Feedback is welcome!
I hope you enjoy the building tension detailing my best friend, John's, extended seduction and full service training as he becomes my first Cock Boy. The other boys fall in line quicker. Training always gets the planned results. If you get off reading this, let me know.
**Any sexual activity described is with characters 18 years old or older**
Cock Boys 1 John
My best friend of 10 years was deep throating my big cock, getting it lubed for his 18-year-old muscled, cunt. He gagged and choked slobbering all over 7-inch's of girthy cock. We were sweaty from a fresh lifting session in his gym and my boy couldn't get enough of my cock juice. He had just finished begged me to work my magic in his tight ass, hoping for a big prostate orgasm. Getting him to this point in his Cock Boy training took a combination of seduction and teasing...
It seems like yesterday, when I was 18-years-old, in grade 12 and constantly horny with so much testosterone coursing through my blood. My cock was ready to go whenever I wanted. It also had a mind of its own, swelling up rock hard and becoming quite noticeable, urging me to seek relief. All the fit, good looking boys in town got my cock stirring, whether they were muscled up or Twinks.
January of my high school senior year, when my boy and I turned 18, was when our Cock Boy life took off. It really got hot with only three months of high school left, after winter break.
Planning and persistent training bred a stable of horny Cock Boys to play with. Some took patience to nurture; others came along willingly. I enjoyed the thrill of seducing the boys to service my never-ending horny desires. This chapter is how John was turned into my first and favorite Cock Boy.
My name is Billy. I was 5'11"', 155 lbs, and fit with a 7" fat and 5.5" girthy cut cock. I had short, scruffy, deep black hair with wild bangs. I was in high school track and helped manage the school hockey team all year. Track and lifting with the team gave me a lean, muscled frame, not bulky but definitely in great shape.
My best bro since middle school was a forward on the hockey team and did track as well. John was a fit 6' stud, 170 lbs, and pumped with bigger muscles. He had dirty blond hair in an unkept wavy flow that perfectly framed bright blue eyes. I envied the way his veins popped on his arms when working out. We were always in good shape, more callisthenic than overly muscular. You might say we both had muscled, trim builds until he bulked up over our senior year. His uncut cock was 8", but not as thick (4.5 circumference) as mine.
Even soft, our two cocks were impressive showers, both wide and swinging 5" long when soft. Our young balls hung tight, accentuating our cocks.
We lived a couple blocks apart in a small western town, an hour from the city. My dad was the local doctor, and my mom managed the clinic. Because of their work hours, I learned to take care of myself. That independence and confidence came in handy as I developed my coming Cock Boy stable.
John's dad passed in grade school in a truck accident. His new step-dad travelled often as a pilot, away 80% of the time. I didn't know John's step-dad and shorter step-brother Tyler, much. They moved in last year. Tyler's Twink frame was thin and lean from running and soccer. He had turned 18 in December.
John's MILF mom, Jill, stayed home. She had insisted I call her mom. She volunteered two days a week at our high school, driving all the boys and male teachers crazy. Jill and John had my hormones raging. Looking back, I should have acted on our needs sooner.
He didn't seem interested in Mom's hot body. In retrospect, that indifference to mom's curvy body unconsciously bothered me. Later, it encouraged me to make John accept his suppressed Cock Boy desires.
He loved to openly flaunt his huge cock in front of the other senior boys, flopping his cock around the locker room or shower. I was less of an exhibitionist, but the boys were in awe of my big meat as well. We joked together, walking with our towels over our shoulders. Our 5" soft cocks put the others to shame as we strutted proudly.
The added girth and my smaller frame gave me a visual advantage over John's show. That is until John sprung his usual hard-on in the showers or on the walk back with me. Funny that he usually only watched me in the shower.
We did everything together, so I guess it wasn't a surprise that we were in similar shape. Back then, we had tight abdomens but no defined six-pack yet. I remember jacking off nightly, remembering his hot body, picturing him naked showing off for me. Sure, we had sleepovers before and hung out, but didn't hang it all out, if you know what I mean.
I caught glimpses of his big bulge in his loose sleep boxers and sweat pants way too often. When we were alone, he'd smirk at me showing off; often thrusting his hips to watch his cock move. It always seemed to get him harder.
Like most boys our age, hormones fueled our thoughts full-time. All we talked about were sports, video games, and nutting. We spent countless hours hanging out, swapping stories of our plans and conquests with the girls. For me, it always got me hot and horny listening to John's stories.
He loved to talk about getting lucky, describing in detail how they stroked a big cock or chocked a big cock down their throat. He seemed to prefer fantasizing about them riding him over fucking her. It became obvious that he was a bit submissive in his stories, and it wasn't clear who they were. Looking back, he could have been describing a guy or girl doing him or as it turns out himself servicing my big cock.
Our stories never failed to fuel a hard-on, and John tried but failed to hide his hardening 8-inch meat from me. I, on the other hand, didn't hide my bulging briefs and hard cock from John's watchful blue eyes.
Those blue eyes of his got me hard as much as his bulging boxers. I let it happen; what else should I do? We both got off with him watching me. We were hard more often than not.
As virgins, I did okay with the girls around town. He was too shy (or too submissive?) to date much. Had I been more experienced, I would have realized and put John into one of his stories, servicing my cock sooner.
Backing up the story to early in January, we had both turned 18, our final year of high school. His mom had been bugging me for gift ideas.
"Billy, you're John's best friend; what does he need that he doesn't already have?" My mind went to our naked school showers and his dick teasing me all day long. John's swinging monster, loose in his boxers, was getting hard more often, at least around me.
As a joke, I finally blurted out, "John needs jocks. Why don't you get that", adding, "for all his sports?"
She gasped slightly, thinking about my suggestion. Frustrated with her husband's frequent absences and maybe a bit incestuously excited about John's developing hot teen body, she quickly agreed.
"Don't worry, I'll pick them out and order for my boy." We surfed on her laptop until I ' finally' came across International Jock. A site I jacked to for years.
We gifted him his first of many jocks, celebrating his birthday two days late. Mom wrapped up two varsity athletic jocks, and I gave my boy a white cotton Armani jock. John blushed when he opened them in front of his mom, stepbrother, and me after supper.
She insisted on seeing John in the new Armani jock. My muscled boy was blushing, saying, "Mom, no way I can't do that".
