Johnny stuffed both swollen testicles into Mason's mouth, forcing his lips to stretch open wider. Johnny had always enjoyed the feeling of a warm, wet mouth on his balls and it didn't really matter if that mouth belonged to some random slut or to his girlfriend -- who was studying business a few hours away, and didn't put out enough even when they were in the same place at the same time -- or to the dipshit rookie on his hockey team who the coach wanted him to mentor. It was a little sad how desperate the kid was for a taste of cock, but Johnny didn't really give a shit about what Mason wanted. He had to relieve the stress of captaining a D1 college team somehow. Mason was a convenient toy to use and taunting him about it was pretty fun because his family, his friends and especially his girlfriend all thought he was the kind of uptight Christian who would never even have sex with a girl before getting married.
"You know, you've really gotten a lot better at taking my cock," Johnny praised as he started to fuck his mouth again. Mason moaned around Johnny's cock and started stroking himself faster. Johnny let his cock rub up against the roof of Mason's mouth before pulling Mason's head closer to his crotch, forcing him to take his dick in deeper. Johnny kept going until his length was fully buried inside and his wet balls pressed against Mason's chin. He loved the way Mason would struggle at first, letting him enjoy the feeling of Mason's throat muscles massaging his cock. Johnny pinched his nostrils shut for a few seconds and gave him a few quick, hard thrusts, always keeping most of his shaft inside. He laughed when he felt both of Mason's hands push against his thighs in panic. Johnny let Mason push him back a couple inches before letting go of his nose and again using both hands to keep his head where he wanted him, mouth still stuffed full.
"Keep your hands to yourself, freak. Or I won't let you have the privilege of tasting my cock after next practice," Johnny warned. Once Mason brought his hands back down -- one darting back into his sweatpants -- Johnny started fucking his throat in earnest. He could feel Mason moaning over and over as the sounds vibrated against his shaft. Johnny couldn't care less if the kid got off, but it did feel good. The high-pitched sound of Mason's moans combined with the messier wet sounds of his throat and the slap of Johnny's balls on his chin, loud in the otherwise silent locker room.
Finally Johnny felt his orgasm coming, his legs shaking a little as his fat balls tightened against Mason's chin. He gave Mason a few more hard thrusts before holding his head flush against his groin and unloading his balls down his throat with a loud groan of satisfaction. Johnny relaxed his grip on Mason's scalp and fucked his mouth shallowly through the aftershocks. He looked down at Mason's sated expression. Mason's right hand was still holding his cock, but he was limp and there was a big wet spot at the front of his sweats. "Might wanna change again, eh?" Johnny said, smirking. He pulled out, tucked his cock and balls back into his pants, picked up his duffel and walked out. He was going to be a bit late for class, but who really gave a fuck?
