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The Chosen Jock: Office Boy
Mike’s texts about my upcoming job with The Milk Me Company filled me with excitement, especially when he shared a stunning photo of one of my new suit jacket and pants he had found for me. Each text exchange with Mike heightened my anticipation for my new adventure in Sydney.
When Saturday and the fundraiser pool party finally arrived, my wait for the event was finished. I was thrilled that my roommate Carlos would be joining, as I was eager to show off my new stark white nylon G-string swimsuit thong to the party guests and him. A surprise gift of a white bow tie was left on our doorstep earlier in the morning, adding an extra touch of flair to my outfit for serving drinks.
Walking out of my bedroom, I caught my roommate Carlos’s approving whistle as he admired my daring attire and said that the bow tie was the perfect touch to the G-string. He knew the boys next door had asked me to be a waiter for the party. His praise boosted my confidence, and I reveled in the opportunity to flaunt my wrestler’s physique one last time for the male university athletic supporters. I had always had a very large crush on Carlos, but never tried to do anything with him as I did not want to ruin our friendship and living arrangement.
Carlos thought that the idea was awesome that his roommate and wrestling teammate was the server for the big fundraiser. He added that no campus athletic teams had more fit-looking, muscular bodies that the wrestlers. I am glad Carlos was proud of me and did not mind me being an exhibitionist at times. I believe he was still oblivious of what happened on the pool deck with the baseball players the other day when I was sunbathing.
At 1:00 sharp, a text from Nico signaled that the time had come for me to be shown what was available for drinks and discuss what the expectations were for the party. Stepping out onto the pool deck, I was greeted by a scene transformed into a party paradise with erotic music filling the air and rented elegant furniture placed around the pool cement deck. The baseball jocks went above and beyond to enhance the ambiance by adding white table clothes and extra chairs. Nico’s proud smile confirmed that my contribution to the event was appreciated by him and going to be very valued by the guests. With excitement building, I was ready to dive into this final celebration before embarking on my new journey to Sydney.
The majority of the guest list were male athletic financial sponsors of the baseball program at our university. However, a handful of baseball players were going to be in attendance, as well. Nico also shared that Coach Franco and a few supporting friends of the wrestling program were added late to the guest list by the suggestion of his baseball coach, Coach Cooper.
Coach Cooper was a total fit looking baseball jock of a man. His body was totally toned and he had very strong legs and arms. Cooper was introduced to me after his arrival to the party. I felt his eyes roam over my glistening form, taking in every one of my rippling muscles. The Coach went out of his way to thank me for being able to serve as a waiter for the party. He also said he was sure that the supporters would appreciate me, as well.
Before leaving me to greet some arriving supporters, Coach Cooper handed me a blue pill and said this would help relax me for the afternoon. A waiting glass of water was in Coach Cooper’s hand to help wash the pill down my throat. I had never seen a blue pill before and thought it was very nice of Coach Cooper to provide this helpful drug to me.
Indeed, the party was full of men and only men. To see strong athletic, fit men of all ages, all wearing all types of swim suits was very HOT and electrifying. I diligently circulated with a tray of drinks, catering to the guests’ requests. Despite the drinks being complimentary, the generosity of the guests extended to tipping for my service. Some men would kindly lay the bills on the tray, while others opted to place bills directly into my skimpy G-string. Therefore, this would lead to the never-ending growing collection of dollar bills for me, which Nico had to periodically retrieve the dollar bills from my thong. His touch would send shivers down my spine as he slid the bills out slowly, appearing to savor the contact with my body.
As I earlier shared, I was so proud to have this opportunity of showing off my wrestling muscles, chiseled abs and strong bubble ass to the guests. The warm day and my serving work caused me to sweat profusely, rendering my thin fabric suit to be nearly transparent and exposing me fully to the appreciative gaze of the male guests. I loved having the feeling of the skinny thread of string on the back side of my G-String being hidden in between my two muscular glutes. The men would tell me they loved my skimpy, slutty looking small apparel piece, as well. In addition, the men would get me cornered in their individual circles where hugs and hands freely touched me all over. I embraced their lust, desire and passion for me.
These encounters with the men fueled a sense of pride for the two head coaches as I showcased my wrestling-honed physique for the event. The constant physical contact ignited a desire within me, causing precum to leak from my burgeoning erection to strain against my G-string. Walking around the pool deck with a visible hard-on only added to the erotic energy of the event, eliciting approving glances from the guests. Coach Cooper even came over to me and said he believed the blue pill was doing its job and offered me another one. Before I knew what was going on, I swallowed the second blue pill with a mixed drink that was in his hand.
The warm afternoon air and the shimmering pool water made everything feel surreal, heightening the thrill of being on display. I looked around and glanced at my wrestling teammate and roommate, Carlos—he was watching, his usual composed expression slightly cracked, his jaw tense. He had never seen me like this, never seen other men touch me so freely. I do not know what he was thinking, but the idea that he was witnessing all of this, unable to look away, sent an unexpected shiver through me.
Nico’s assessment of my contributions to the party’s success was confirmed by the enthusiastic donations pouring into the silent auction. After just two hours, my tips had surpassed $500, a testament to the generosity of the guests. However, the influx of shots being offered to me began to take its toll, leaving me feeling increasingly lightheaded and apologetic for my condition.
Nico watchful eye on me also added to the erotic atmosphere as I loved having his approval toward my fit body. He also mentioned his coach’s blue pills appeared to be working and I continued to assumed they were for relaxation. At this time Nico held in his closed fist one of those little brown bottles that he introduced to me last weekend. He encouraged me to inhale into each side of my nose the contents from the bottle. I was told to count to five for each nostril. Nico ruffled my hair to show how proud he was of me. Once again, I smiled and loved how Nico was making sure I was so stress free for the commitment I made to ensure the party was to be a success. I noticed that I was becoming woozier.
As the bash continued, Nico would join conversations I was in with the different circle of men, and then using his marketing skills, would encourage tips to be placed anywhere in my tiny piece of clothing. My G-string was being pulled many different ways. In fact, my erect cock was being fondled by the encouragement of Nico who went so far to promote the idea that the men could kiss me for a larger donation. I had no warning of this promotion when the first kiss was made by a younger, well-handsome Eastern European accented speaking gentleman as Nico turned my face toward his waiting lips.
Nico took the honor of parading me, and my wet leaking erected cock, around to the different groups. The kissing promotion was growing to be a large success as men were paying several hundred dollars for a long-lasting kiss with me. To top that, the tips being inserted into my G-string went on without my ability of expressing a “Thank you” as I was so busy kissing. Men were touching, fondling and kissing me at their free will. Robbie came over to assist Nico and focus solely on collecting the tips I was earning as dollar bills were falling everywhere. I was hearing Nico and Robbie whispering encouraging words to keep the men happy. I had taken over as being the top dollar getter for the fundraiser as I do not think anyone was focusing on the silent auction anymore.
After about 15 minutes of this scene, I noticed that Coach Cooper and Nico were quietly speaking to each other, again. The two were nodding their heads as if they were in agreement with something. When the coaches departed from the discussion, Nico came back over to me and asked me the following: “Baby, the men are just loving you and your wrestler-built body. Could we fully expose you by completely slipping you out of your G-string?”
As he asked me this, he also put under my nose the little brown bottle and said “And you know exactly what to do with this bottle, Brad.”
I was so naïve about the reasoning for huffing from the little brown bottle. However, I trusted Nico and did what I was told. As I sniffed, I notice Coach Cooper winking at me.
Guests whistled at the thought of the idea of me losing my G-string. Robbie even took it upon himself to lower the suit down my legs, encouraging me to step out of the G-string. Obviously, it appeared that I did not have a choice. I was now completely naked for this fundraiser.
I was lusting for hands to be all over my strong, athletic muscled body. If men were not paying for a kiss, fingers were entering my mouth and ass. Precum flowed as men played with my cock and balls. I found myself being made to feel like a royal slut for all to explore and loving the pleasure of the guests touching me. I also felt a bit proud and was loving the lust that the men had by worshipping my body, their sexual appetite being taken care of by the ability of touching me as they wanted.
I then heard Coach Cooper’s voice over the speaker with a new fundraising idea. He said for a $5,000.00 donation, the supporters could either receive a blow job from me “the hunky wrestler”, or could fuck my bubble butt hole. My head was rubbed and my ass spanked by Coach Franco as I was led by Nico to the diving board to fulfilled the private tips. I had been told that I had personally been tipped over $4,000.00 thus far and the baseball team has earned closed to $100,000.00 with the fundraiser.
An hour of pleasure took place on or near the diving board as a formal gang bang was taking place with me being the one on the receiving end. My mouth and hole were loving these very fit athletic male sponsors using me. My moans echoed the pool party’s intensity.
The setting evolved into a scene that had me leaning my back into the uncovered hairy chest of the younger handsome fit large donor who had the light Eastern European accent that I had met earlier. Jirko was very suave with his touch, pulling my full exposed stark-naked body back onto a nearby pool lounge chair. The attractive man had only his small speedo suit on, draping a leg over each side of the chair seat. This left Jirko’s erection noticeable as he pulled my ass toward him. He whispered into my ear that I was a beautiful jock slut and he wanted me to sit on his cock.
A crowd gathered around to watch the scene unfold. My new stud of a donor friend pulled his cock out of the side of his speedo and forced me to rub his wet leaking cock up and down my bubble butt crack as I raised and lowered my backside to him. I felt his pre cum along my silking smooth jock cunt. I continued to moan and was made to feel like a whore in front of the other donors and athletes.
Jirko asked me to spit into his hand as he used my saliva to lube up his cock. After a few more times of me raising and lowering myself, I was guided back onto a very hard, wet cock. I went slowly as I lowered my hole onto his towering, erection. I softly moaned as the pleasure felt so good engulfing this beautiful, hairy man’s cock.
As I moved slowly up and down on Jirko’s cock, I felt the rich donor’s two hands come around the front of my smooth chest and lightly rub by two nipples with his thumbs. He whispered to me that he had watched my reaction earlier when my nipples were touched and he knew I did not care for the pinching or twisting of my nipples. Jirko’s playing with my nipples caused me to rapidly drip pre cum as I continued to bounced up and down on the hard cock.
When I looked up, I saw cameras clicking and video recording the erotic scene. I was on display to perform for everyone to watch. I had become a star-studded athletic wrestling whore and all of these men were witnessing my behavior.
Just before Jirko shot his load, I felt his breathing stand still as he whispered to me, “I am going to cum now, Baby.” His cum filled my hole. I was soaked with my own sweat.
After Jiko appeared to come back down to Earth, he instructed a few men on each side of me to lift my legs toward his arms as he pulled me back into his lying body. This allowed my wet, cum-filled hole to be seen by all and to encourage others to fuck me. I was held tightly by Jirko and could not move as his cum dripped from my hole.
The temptation was too much for some as I had a few more men fuck my wet hole for $5000 each. Jirko held my legs as I moaned for the extra cocks that entered me. My spit leaked from the side of my mouth as I drooled for a cock to suck. Jirko continued to whisper in my ear that I was being a very good boy. The cameras continued to video the action and I continued to huff from the little brown bottles.
Later, as beautiful Jirko and the other men began to leave the fundraiser, Coach Cooper and Coach Franco came over to me and said they wanted to be the final two to fuck me. These hunky daddies were so sexy. I welcomed the feel of their cocks in my two holes. I was so happy to make so many men satisfied today. These two coaches wanted to provide me with a dessert of their cum. They each thrust into my ass over and over, faster and stronger than the other. We all moaned together as their thick cocks took over me, occupied me, seized me, owned me. There was nobody that I wanted more than Coop and Franco right now.
Carlos stood at his opened bedroom patio door, hiding in the afternoon shadows as he watched. Coach Cooper had me bent over a lounge chair, holding my hips tight as he pushed into me slow and deep. Coach Franco was in front of me, his fingers in my hair as he guided me onto Coop’s cock, groaning as I took him. The pool water glowed on our sweaty bodies, making everything feel even more intense. Carlos gripped the doorframe, breathing hard, but he did not look away—he could not. He had never seen me like this before, completely taken, completely used. And the longer he watched, the harder it was for him to ignore the heat rising inside of him.
The coach’s love making with my body lasted for a long time before I was able to feel more cum being sprayed on my body. I knew I was leaving a legacy at my university of how much of a jock wrestling slut I had become these last few school years.
Lying down later that Saturday night, I reflected on my last month in college and I looked forward to starting my career in Sydney. I was eager to being the best office boy for Mike and contribute to The Milk Me Company.
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