The Shake
I mixed the shake that night, standing in the kitchen with the lights off. The powder dissolved thick and slow in the milk, giving off a weird, rich smell – almost earthy. I chugged it in a few gulps. It was heavier than I expected. Left a strange warmth in my chest.
By the time I was back in my room, headset on and half-focused on a game, my thoughts were already drifting.
Back to the showers.
Back to the way the steam clung to everybody, beads rolling down chests, thighs slick and muscles taught. The way I caught myself looking – no, lingering.
And then Coach’s office. Sitting there in a towel, cock stiff trying to pretend I didn’t feel his eyes on me. His voice. That grip. The promise in his tone. Real far, Jamie.
I shifted in my chair. I could feel it now, that pressure. Heat crawling over me.
Then I remembered Luke, squeezing my arm, calling me stacked. The way my heart had stuttered. The way I felt all day after, and still do. That look.
I shut off the game.
Pulled up a browser, opened the usual site and typed in the usual tags.
Blonde girl. Big tits. Moaning.
My hand moved, but there was no urgency. Just static. I clicked through another, and then another. A moan, a pose, a flash of a lip-glossed pout and it all felt … wrong. Empty.
At some point the scene changed and she was on all fours about to be railed. And for the first time I felt something stir. Something real. But it wasn’t her I was watching.
It was the guy.
The way he held her hips. The strength in his arms. The rhythm of his thrusts. That cock, glistening slamming in and out of her with total control.
I stared, transfixed. My breathing hitched, I could barely keep up with the pressure building inside me. I needed more.
Right underneath, the auto-suggested video caught my eye.
Two guys. One of them huge, dark and towering. The other, young and delicate: already open and begging. The title “Destroyed by Sir”, I hesitated.
Just a click.
Just to see. It can’t hurt, I thought to myself.
The video started, and I didn’t blink. The power and control Sir had was such a turn on. The way the twink’s body arched longing for more and yet scared he would follow through with promises he had clearly made. He wanted more, begging for it. But again, my eyes weren’t on him.
They were locked on that cock.
10 inches of solid thick black cock was slowly approaching the tight virginal hole of the boy, soon to be destroyed like the title had promised. There was no way it would fit, surely? Bulging veins ran the entire length from the big helmeted head down to the lemon sized balls swinging freely.
I wonder what they would feel like?
But before I had time to process that thought, he had made contact with the twink’s hole and within seconds moaning had turned to pleading and shouting. It’s too big, stop, take it out. But not only did Sir not stop, he continued the ever advancing battering ram that was his magnificent cock, and inch by inch it sank in deep until his black pubes were sitting flush against the ivory skin. He heled the twink’s arms behind his back, controlling the desperately thrashing boy and making him take every agonizing inch.
I sat there gasping unable to look away as the top pounded away at the hole before him, reshaping it to his own liking. Hard wet slapping sounds could be heard through my monitor matching the pace of the tight grip on my own. My room disappeared in the ether, fading into obscurity as I was transfixed by something so new, so different, so right. The thick scent of my precum soaked shaft hung in the air mixing with my sweating skin, I practically forgot to breathe I was so engrossed by the obscene sounds coming from me just as much as my computer - all the while the video continued.
In and out, up and down. We were one, synchronized across cyber space watching this god of a man hollow out this twink for nothing more than his own pleasure. Animalistic grunts followed by ‘fucking slut’ and ‘take that you cunt’ were about the only sounds you could hear beyond the squelch of the formerly tight hole, the boy long quiet by now having accepted his fate.
The scene was captured from a multitude of different angles, currently showing from underneath that heavy black rod driving home, over and over, merciless and deep, veins bulging along his girth as he neared climax. The sheer weight and size of his cock seemed to grow to even bigger proportions as he roared deep, glutaral and gravelly.
It reminded me of coach.
Something in me shattered. My body seized and released like a firehose – uncontrollable.
My whole body arched, toes curling, sore muscles clenching as the release tore through me. Hot ropes of sticky cum splattered up my chest, across my neck, even hitting me on my face. Warm and slick, clinging to my hair and dripping from my lashes into my panting open mouth. The salty taste barely registering on my tongue. I felt like it would never stop, pulse after pulse my balls inched closer to my body to get the last drops out.
I gasped, stunned and breathless, heart pounding like I had just run a marathon. The air smelled sharp and heady, and all I could do was sit there. Trembling. Covered in it – my own batter – wondering what the hell had just awakened inside of me and why did I want to click on another video.
