Huge 19yo brawny Kyle & Twink Scotty submit to 18yo alpha Twunk Billy.
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**Any sexual activity described is with characters 18 years old or older**
This month's high school tale involves two new Cock Boys getting trained; falling under Billy's seductive spell weeks apart. First Billy takes Kyle surprisingly easily, followed by Scotty's teasing turn out. Don't worry about poor muscled John. Even with the new Cock Boy action, he was getting loads of Billy cum down his throat and up his needy muscled ass.
Cock Boys 3: Kyle and Scotty
Cock Boys 3: Kyle's Turn
March yields a 2nd boy, Kyle:
Going back a bit, I hadn't yet fucked my best friend and Cock Boy John. I could tell he liked my control. You couldn't honestly say the naive teen liked the denial associated with my training. He definitely got off on it, much to his frustration and embarrassment. To my inexperienced surprise, he continued along willingly. Sure it was to 'boost his T', but my boy isn't a dummy. Far from it. What he does love about it is being hard so often, leaking up a storm, is addicted to his jocked exhibitionist life and gets off on feeling my hands and words of praise practically non-stop. All together making his willing denial worth it. Getting him worked up enough to finally tap his muscled bubble butt was progressing also.
Constant teasing was keeping the poor boy horny and desperate to nut. He complained of course, but I loved how it focused him to our cock. He looked at me with a fire and hunger for our cock, making me more excited about the plan. I wanted him begging for a pounding in his boi pussy daily. That didn't mean I wasn't looking for new Cock Boy challenges. The seductive hunger that John ignited in me needed fresh meat.
The trill of seducing and teasing John turned me on as much as actually fooling around together. He let me discover my special skill and I wasn't about to waste it second guessing typical teen or small town convention. The power over him manifested physically for me as a steady drip of pre-cum when teasing him. That burning feeling in my cock was so strong it drove me to look for other boys to train. Identifying horny boys was easy. All the boys were horny, hormone filled teens. Actually selecting a good prospect would be the first step to building a stable of Cock Boys. The success I was about to experience only served to develop me into a successful Stable trainer and keeper. Seeing new Cock Boys initially resist the temptation to surrender proved to be the catalyst that drove me to go after the next boy. I loved the lust that built up (in me for sure and in the dripping boy) while seducing and training him.
Urges and plans to nut in more Cock Boys' holes were occupying my horny teen thoughts. Images of fucking John and new boys were filling my head. John would have likely submitted his boi pussy sooner; taking him how I eventually did proved to the perfect bottom transition for my lifelong friend. He'd never nut stroking his cock again.
Outside of the locker room, Tyler's growing excitement around John & I would force me to put him in play very soon. Either he'd lose it and jump John or I'd first move to control his training. You probably think that he'd be my next active Cock Boy. Letting him toy with John's muscles, ass, and jocked hard-on, often wet and bulging, were leading to his rightful place with me. It worried me a bit, the cute Twink Tyler was getting more forceful when feeling up my boy. And that goes without mentioning their shared jock wearing obsession and sexy home jock clad exhibition, these last few months.
The boys at school weren't so shy anymore when throwing dripping rods in the shower or coming and going from the shower. No one dared call anyone out either, since he'd likely be the next one teased. The amount of testosterone floating around was in direct relation to the hardness of teen dicks in the team showers. Most boys were straight and didn't look much at the other boys (or forced themselves to look away), the exceptions being when they saw John and I.
John's only chance to get at his cock was in the high school showers. Once his jock came off, my horny boy's free cock was hard or half hard until he pulled on a jock again. He always jacked himself a few times when showering. How could a guy not complement John on his big stiff 8-inch cock or my massive girthy hard meat. The straights and potential Cock Boys were simply stating the obvious; not saying anything would have been more awkward. All eyes couldn't help but notice our big swinging 5" soft or massive hard teen cocks.
Watching horny dudes in a locker room stripping before or after weight lifting turned out to be the easiest way to choose a new prospective Cock Boy. John set the stage in his jock, priming more than just my cock. His jock clad transformation caught the eye of at least two future Cock Boys, as he paraded around the past few months. Stripped to one of his white day jocks, my muscled boy wouldn't finish changing into his gear until making his way around the locker room. Getting everyone to guess the color of the athletic jock hidden in his backpack had become a normal routine by now and an anticipated game, if not a tasty treat for a few of us boys.
Most of the boys high fived John as he passed and all but a few boys complemented or praised his muscle gains. John pointed to me saying "Coach Billy set me up with a custom workout." Beaming a big smile at me, my boy couldn't help himself from stealing a quick glance at my package.
As my Cock Boy pulled on his blue pouch, with white bands, two boys reactions made my 7" cock twitch. A brawny grade 12 stud, Kyle, and a Twink student teacher on placement, Scotty, both starred a little too long at John and his jocked naked muscles. The real prospect of training more Cock Boys got my hard-on throbbing in my briefs. Scotty's eyes racked over John's muscles and followed his ass around the room. Kyle couldn't take his eyes off John's bulge as he parade and changed. This continued for a week, sealing my resolve to make moves on them. They didn't know it, but they would soon be happily servicing my cock. By then I'd realized how badly they craved cock and how much they needed an excuse to be seduced into Cock Boy submission.
I caught Kyle glancing up from a longing stare at John's jock. John's meaty beast filled his pouch whether 5" soft or 8" hard. Kyle's huge shoulders and deltoids were tensed as he pulled on his white Adidas socks. I held his gaze, smirking before big Kyle turned away embarrassed to be caught looking at John. He finished dressing quickly before hurrying off to the weight room.
Kyle was hard when changing, showering and dressing. He tried shrugging it off to all the testosterone coursing through his huge muscled body. Always following up with a big bicep flex. He usually gave his dick a few strokes in the showers, when he though we weren't looking. He suffered from hormone laced tunnel vision when staring at John's or my cock. Thinking because he didn't see me noticing him that I mustn't have noticed. His eyes never looked at any of the other boys when showering.
Kyle was an impressive example of bulging teen muscle, at 240 lbs, the towering 6'3" brawny stud looked like the ultimate alpha dream boy. He eclipsed all the other boys, Coach Dan, and easy dwarfed the new placement college Twink Scotty. Not to mention yours truly's 5'11" tight Twunk body. However, my girthy 7-inch cock out-classed big Kyle in the showers, much to his eye's delight apparently.
Nervous that's his secret desires had betrayed him, Kyle kept glancing over to me between sets. Maybe the big stud was trying to gauge my reaction or trying to figure out why I smirked at him. He likely got his answer when I held his gaze, causing him to quickly look away again. What a cute horny boy, his teen dick responded with an involuntary twitch from being caught. He didn't want to believe it, but he knew I knew he craved cock. Big Kyle was red from embarrassment, not from lifting.
I decided a little test could gauge Kyle's potential. After laying down to bench 250 lbs, I approached him. "Hey boy, let me spot you", while moving to straddle his head. Anyone looking would see a safety conscious coaching assistant spotting for his athlete.
Meanwhile, Kyle's eyes popped seeing my package hanging over him. Closing in on a new Cock Boy had me half hard. He looked hungry for a feeding, not like he wanted me to move back.
I kept staring down until he looked past my bulging package, "How many?". Asking him how many reps he planned momentarily distracted his dirty thoughts. His eyes were locked on mine.
"Ah, I do 10 reps." Followed more softly by, "Little close dude?".
Ignoring his question, I flexed my dick, making my shorts jump above him. Frozen in place but beginning to sweat, Kyle closed his eyes while simultaneously grabbing the bar on either side of me. A sure sign he would lift for me without further protest. This submissive Cock Boy feared drawing attention to himself and was obviously liking my 'innocent' spotter stance. He all but licked his sexy lips.
A virgin and not having ever given into his years of manly desires, the big muscled stud was loosing focus. Years of practice, carefully and repeatedly suppressing horny gay thoughts were dangerously close to being undone. Getting hornier by the second, teen Kyle tried thinking of girls to prevent a hard-on in front of me and the boys. Sadly for him, the slim chance that I was flirting betrayed his best efforts.
Like so many hugely muscular guys, Kyle had been channelling his gay boy desires into his muscles. He was caught in a hormone induced loop, getting horny when flexing his muscle; while also pushing himself to lift harder and thus gaining more muscle to try to quench his gay temptations.
Lifting and flexing in front of the boys naturally got him horny, even if no one was looking (as if right?). Training until covered in sweat and exhausted kept his blood from pumping up his dick fully. Still, his chubbing dick leaked through to his shorts. It was well camouflaged by the dripping sweat, soaking his muscle-tee and shorts. Dick filled dreams returned as he flexed between sets in front of the big mirror, glancing around always hoping muscled boys or men were checking him out. He couldn't help but dream and fantasize about being taken by another big muscle stud. Kyle had never once touched or kissed a boy. No boy had dared touch him either, for fear of a pounding (not up the ass sadly).
Quenching his gay, dick dreams had always been an out of reach fantasy for the closeted small town teen. He definitely liked the shower scene in high school. Free to let his dripping, hard 6-inches spring a bonner in front of the team was his only active gay outlet. Otherwise, he was constantly forced to rearrange his package, praying it wouldn't go fully hard changing, during training or lifting sessions. Jumping into his next set, lifting max weight, was the only slightly effective distraction from his horny thoughts.
You need a strong drive and dedication (resolve) to build a sculpted brawny body. How the needy boy didn't breakdown and stroke himself in front of us was another measure of his resolve. A misplaced, repressive resolve now teetering on collapse.
Kyle was torn and unsure what was happening. He couldn't be sure if I was just teasing and helping or if a boy was finally openly flirting. The idea of a younger twink teen coming on to him hadn't occurred to him. He found the idea surprisingly exciting. The Twink, Billy, (me) was hot and his coaching authority was an added turn-on for the brawny teen.
Kyle's tried to focus on the weight, grunting his way through the first few 250lbs bench reps. Why was he so turned on by Billy, a smaller boy? Kyle, for all his muscle mass, was a born submissive. Not knowing any different, his fantasies around gay sex had him 'naturally' in charge or as an equal muscle stud to some other big stud.
I spread my legs just enough to lightly tap my sweaty musky package on his forehead as he lifted his 6th rep. Kyle just about dropped the bar on his chest. I smiled down into his stunned eyes, "Need help keeping it up boy?".
