Toby to cocksucker

Toby took on the persona of "Cocksucker" and is developing a reputation at college but you never can trust freshmen to keep a secret

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Cocksucker and the freshmen

"Hey cocksucker, you got a sec?"  Toby’s new name and identity were getting known around the campus and that gave him a sense of identity.

Cocksucker looked up from his meticulous raking of the leaves. The voice was familiar, yet he couldn't quite place it. He spotted a young man with a goofy smile waving at him from across the quad. It was one of the college's freshmen. They'd never officially met. He wiped the sweat from his brow and ambled over.

"What's up?" Cocksucker asked, leaning on his rake. The freshman looked nervous, his eyes darting around as if expecting someone to overhear their conversation.

"Well, I heard around that you, uh, know how to... help guys out." The young man's voice was barely above a whisper..

Cocksucker's heart skipped a beat. It was the first time he'd been approached so bluntly. "I'm not sure what you're talking about," he replied, trying to keep his tone casual. The young man's horny desperation was obvious, his gaze pleading.

"Come on, man. You know. The, uh, special service you provide. I've got a roommate, see, and he's pretty stressed with exams. I thought maybe you could, I don't know, take the edge off for him and,  maybe, me as well?" 

Cocksucker felt a strange mix of pride and unease swirl in his stomach. This was the first time someone had asked him so directly for his services. He'd discovered his unique ability, quite by accident,  a few weeks ago. A student called Brad had stumbled upon him and demanded a blow job and the rest was, well, history. 

"Look, I don't know if you're joking or what, but if you're talking about what I think you are, I can't just do that," Cocksucker said, his voice firm. Although Cocksucker wanted to provide a service he also didn’t want to get fired.

The freshman took a step closer, his eyes searching Cocksucker's face for any hint of understanding. "Please, man. He's going to fail if he doesn't relax. You know how rumors travel and, well, you've got a gift. Just this once."

Cocksucker sighed, his hand tightening around the handle of his rake. He knew the pressure the college freshmen faced, the College was filled with tests and mid term exams and a young guy in an all male college had needs.

The quad grew quieter as the two men stood there, the only sound the rustle of the leaves and the distant murmur of students heading to their next class. Cocksucker looked around, noticing the way the shadows stretched out in the early evening light. He made his choice, a decision that would change his life and the lives of countless others on campus.

"Okay," Cocksucker said finally. "although this isn't a service I offer to just anyone and it definitely isn't something to be talked about. Please don’t talk to anyone about it"

The young man's smile was wide and relieved. "I promise, man. You won't regret it. This'll help him and me out more than you know."

Cocksucker nodded, his mind racing with thoughts of what lay ahead. Little did he know, this one act of kindness would soon turn into a never-ending line of young adults seeking his assistance. A line that would stretch from dawn until dusk, each one horny, each one looking for release from the stress of college life.

Cocksucker, the 48-year-old groundsman with a gift for giving blow jobs, found himself at the center of a world that was about to become anything but plain.

He agreed to meet the student and his roommate after hours in a discreet location, a storage room behind the gym. The room smelled faintly of chlorine and stale sweat, a stark contrast to the pristine lawns he so meticulously cared for.

The two young men, both visibly nervous and horny, waited for him with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Cocksucker had never felt more out of place in his own skin and he made real sure that they were adults. Cocksucker didn’t want to be in trouble for any underage action.

As he closed the door of the closed space, he felt a strange sense of purpose. He knew what they needed, and he was surprisingly good at providing it. With a deep breath, he set his rake aside and stepped closer. The moment was charged with a silent electricity that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

The two young adult males, both muscular and tanned, stood in front of cocksucker, their erections obvious through their gym shorts. They had the kind of bodies that made cocksucker feel inadequate and oddly excited. Here he was, contemplating sucking off two guys more than half his age just to be considered one of the crew.

With a deep breath, cocksucker knelt down between them. His hands trembled as he reached out and began to touch the belt buckles. 

The room grew hotter, the air thick with anticipation and the smell of sweat. Cocksucker felt a strange mix of fear and arousal as he pulled down the first  guy’s shorts, revealing a hard cock that stood proudly before him. He knew exactly what to do.

"Just take my dick and start licking it," instructed one guy, his voice low, insistent and commanding.

Cocksucker took both cocks and his tongue darted out, touching the tip of both tentatively. The cocks were salty and musky, and he felt a jolt of something that made his own dick twitch in his pants. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, then opened his mouth wide, ready to take the plunge.

As Cocksuckers's mouth engulfed one cock, the other guy stepped closer, "You're gonna love this," he murmured, stroking himself as he watched his friend's face contort with pleasure.

Cocksucker’s felt the weight of their eyes on him, the pressure to perform. He bobbed his head, trying to ignore the funky taste and focus on the task at hand. One guy’s moans grew louder, encouraging cocksucker to go deeper, faster. Then, the second guy’s hand was in his thinning hair, directing the cocksucker to work harder and faster..

The sensation was overwhelming. Two cocks in his mouth at once, both of them pulsing with excitement. He gagged, but a hand was around the back of his neck, holding him in place. "Swallow it, cocksucker," he groaned.

Cocksucker's eyes watered as he tried to follow orders, his mouth and throat working overtime. He could feel the guys' excitement building, their grips on his head tightening. He was pushed and pulled and controlled this way and that. They were so turned on and ready to pop.

For what felt like an eternity,  cocksucker slurped and licked, his jaw aching. He thought of the promise they'd made to keep this a secret, but as the minutes ticked by, he began to doubt if they would keep this quiet.

Their breathing grew heavier, and cocksucker could feel the tension in their bodies. He knew what was coming. He braced himself, waiting for the jet of salty goodness.

Finally, the first guy erupted in his mouth, and cocksucker had no choice but to swallow. He gagged, the salty fluid tingling in his throat. The second guy followed suit moments later, and Cocksucker felt a hot spurt of cum hit the back of his throat, making him cough and splutter. He tried to pull away, but they held his head in place, forcing him to swallow it all.

They both slapped his face with their cocks, glistening sperm trails being left on his mouth and nose. It was a moment of peace.

Cocksuckers’s knees ached as the two guys stepped back,  looking down at him with a mix of satisfaction and contempt. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. 

"You liked that, didn't you,  cocksucker?" The first guy sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. "You're a natural cocksucker, fag."

The first guy  high-fived the second, and the two of them laughed. "Dude, we gotta tell the guys about this,"his eyes shining with excitement.

"No!" Cocksucker's voice was hoarse. "You said you wouldn't tell anyone."

Their laughter grew louder. "Oh, we'll tell them," the first guy said. "We'll make sure they know how much you enjoyed it, fuckin’ fag!"

Both freshmen took their phones out and started to take pictures of Cocksucker with his sperm covered face. Cocksucker felt a cold knot form in his stomach. They were going to tell everyone, and he'd be the butt of every joke at work. He'd never live it down.

Standing up, he tried to compose himself. "I...I need to go clean up." He stumbled out of the storage room, his legs weak, his mind racing. He'd done it for acceptance, but all he'd earned was a new line of patrons.

In the restroom, he stared at his reflection in the mirror, the taste of their cum still lingering in his mouth. He felt utterly alone. He'd thought that by going along with their request he'd find some kind of belonging, but all he'd found was a new level of humiliation.

Cocksucker was going to be a busy guy.


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