Two teens, muscled John becomes the suck & bottom Cock Boy for Twunk Billy.
This is a high school story with horny 18-year-old teens finally giving each other what they need. Coach Billy's denial completes the training of a needy Cock Boy. John sucks and bottoms completing their loving devotion to one another.
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**Any sexual activity described is with characters 18 years old or older**
Cock Boys 2b John
John reacted with, "No way, that's cool, bro. I bet I'd be in the red also".
I jumped at the chance to win that bet. "Sure, John, if your test is red, you can give me a dare, and if not, you don't get to nut until your T levels are red. All cocky and cum satisfied he looked down at me and said, "Sure bro, no way you'd beat this jock body."
"Remember, if you lose, you'll need my permission to nut." Poor Cock Boy was going to love losing this bet. He needed to be controlled by me and just wasn't man enough to admit it. Who could blame an 18-year-old virgin? Lucky for him, I was ready to help him become the sub Cock Boy we needed.
I grabbed a 'new' test kit and followed his ass to his place. I liked his gym layout and told him that it would fit what I had planned for him perfectly. We ran up to his 'jack pad', and it was a mess. It looked like he had a used jock cum rag everywhere. Jocks were scattered on his queen bed, couch, floor, and table.
He blushed and confessed that, with his new privacy, he usually strokes out a hot load of teen cum five (5) times a day over winter break and weekends. He only managed three to five times a day the first week back in class.
Meanwhile, he was stripping down to his white cotton jock. All I could think was 'Fuck yah boy'.
As his coach, I told him to explain his day so that I could figure out how it might affect his gains. John blushed bright red in his white jock. It took some coaxing from me and humming and hawing on John's part before he spilled the cum details. Sitting on his bed, I didn't have to wait long for him to give in.
"We'll, um, I jack my morning wood first thing in bed." He described it as a quick grab and tug and said it usually only took minutes of fist-fuelled friction to blast a sunrise load all over his front.
"Obviously, that was a no-brainer, boy. Go on, let's hear the rest."
He opened up, then came his midmorning jack off while surfing porn. He had to lose the jock as his cock began to leak and strain against that soft cotton pouch. I didn't press him for any porn details.
Next, a post-gym pump stroke in the shower never lasted too long. "After my workout pump, I stroke out a quick load in the shower."
Standing over me, he looked down unsure if he should continue. It was definitely making him hard confessing to me. "Billy, this is all pretty embarrassing telling you about my jacking."
"Coach appreciates your honesty boy, keep going." My hand reached up to encouraging him on. I touched the outside of his upper leg, rubbing from his jock waistband to his knee.
John's eyes burned and he chewed his bottom lip. I looked from his leg (jock bulge really) up to his blue eyes, "Just finish confessing boy."
"Ah, um, so a yeh OK Coach." He continued to outline the rest of his jacking and cum filled details.
"Before supper, a slow afternoon session led to a more powerful nut."
He waited for my camp calls each evening for our mutual jack-off sessions and appreciated my controlling this orgasm timing since he could just relax and stroke during my stories. He lasted longer under my direction, and I gave him the biggest nut of the day, wiping him out for bed. "I bust my biggest nut stoking for, I mean with you, Coach."
By now he had drifted closer, standing between my legs as I sat up straight on his bed. My hand drifted around to rub his thigh and ass. I held him close patting his left cheek, encouraging him on.
His last jack session for the past five school days was just after getting into bed. His hands rested on his inner thighs and balls and found their way under the sensitive skin along the length of his cock. Replaying my stories and fantasies in his mind, and boom, that was it. He was off to the races, pumping out a quick final load.
Previously, he was lucky to have enough privacy at home to nut in the shower and bedtime. He was both proud and embarrassed to be describing his jacking off to me. Either way, his cock was rock hard in his jock.
"Good boy, thanks for telling me." I pulled his ass as I stood up in front of him. He rubbed his bulging pouch into me, unable to step back (really simply enjoying himself too much to pull away). A quick hard spank to his muscled ass caught my Cock Boy off guard.
He yelped before catching himself, "Ohhh."
"Silly boy, I actually meant your daily workouts. But hearing about you jacking that much might be the problem."
He almost fainted from embarrassment at having described his personal cum details to me. If I didn't know he got off telling me, I might have felt sorry for my horny boy. Truthfully, I was turned on more than me. And John showed no signs of getting soft.
I wandered away to the bathroom leaving him standing there missing my touch. The finishes were amazing, a real highlight. It had the original huge glass-enclosed walk-in shower with new multi-shower jets and a rainfall shower head. He followed me over and was waiting as I came out. He was grinning stupidly at me and said he couldn't wait for his training to get started. No way my boy could be thinking of his jack-off training instead of his gym training?
To calm him a bit, I held my left hand on his right butt. We talked out his vision. My still hand wasn't really calming his cock. I corrected him a few times based on my plan and our discussion about hockey and track conditioning. He squirmed and nodded along with my recommendations.
His excited breathing calmed a bit, but his bulge twitched up as I patted his bare behind.