Learning to Suck Ch.08: Sean and the Boys Use My Mouth Hole in the Locker Room
I woke up Sunday morning with a hard-on as I replayed the events of the night before at Coach's house. It was my debut and a sort of initiation by Coach for his 'Rim and Blow Club.' Coach had taught me a special technique he liked to call 'Playing the Rusty Trombone,' in which I would be on my knees licking the anus of a man who spread his cheeks and pressed his ass into my face as I slowly stroked his cock from behind with one hand, while fondling his ball sack with the other. It was intensely satisfying for the man on the receiving end and edged him in a way few other oral techniques could. Coach had me do it last night for him and four of his closest friends. These were all big men—former football players—and they all had large cocks, big hairy ball sacks, and hairy assholes. I felt like a cheap whore doing this to everyone, but I loved the feeling of degradation as each man presented his ass to my face and told me to 'get to work.'
Not surprising, each of the men seemed to produce semen like a horse. I left Coach's house that night with a distinct heaviness in my belly from all the jizz I had been forced to swallow.
I'm not ashamed to admit I was becoming a true cumdump. I even felt a certain pride in how far I had come from sucking my first cock only a month or so earlier.
I smiled to myself as I realized that I was now officially part of the 'Rim and Blow' club—as the Rimmer and Blower of course—and Coach made it clear that I should expect to do more of this in future when he required it. I lay in bed and stroked my cock as I thought of the next debauchery I would be told to do.
Anyway, back to the night before.
After I had 'Played the Rusty Trombone' to everyone's satisfaction, they rewarded me by taking turns jerking themselves off into my open mouth. I was told to stay on my knees and tilt my head back while holding my mouth open as wide as possible to give them a big target. They ended up filling my mouth completely with cum not once but twice. They ordered me to swallow both loads and I remember struggling as I got down each of the thick, pungent loads of semen. There is nothing quite so satisfying—and utterly submissive—as swallowing multiple loads of cum from a group of strangers. You can feel the goopy, musky jizz as it slowly works its way into your belly and you know you now belong to these men as their willing receptacle. As I struggled to swallow, the five men leered and grinned down at me as they watched me force the loads down my throat and I produced a satisfying 'gulp' sound as I downed the ball juice. As Sean and Coach had been training me, I got all the spooge down with a smile, which seemed to delight Coach and his buddies.
This was followed by a short break where the men led me into the bathroom and made me clean their cocks with my mouth and tongue after they had all taken long pisses in the toilet. This was followed by what they called, 'Round Two,' which consisted of some intense throat fucking by the group. They had me lay back on a massage table with my head over the side, and while two men held me down so I couldn't squirm, they took turns getting their cocks all the way down my throat till their pubes touched my lips. I nearly passed out a couple of times due to lack of oxygen, but they all seemed to know just how far they could push me to take their cocks without passing out, and in the end, each of them knew when to pull their cock out so I could breathe just when I needed it most.
The party ended with me on all fours on the floor of the living room watching them stroke their cocks for a second climax. One by one, the men grunted and moaned as they shot out their cum loads onto a blue porcelain platter that Coach used just for this occasion. I was fascinated and a little scared as I watched the pool of jizz accumulate on the plate and after five large loads, it was quite a sight. I was then told to lick up the pool of thick, musky semen which they had taken turns depositing onto the plate. They made catcalls and called me names like "cum dump," "jizz junkie," and "cum whore" among other colorful descriptions as I licked up the pool of jizz like a dog. I felt used and utterly degraded, and I loved it. If this was my destiny—to be a slavish, cocksucking, cum swallowing whore for other men—then I was all in.
The truth is, I was getting used to the taste of balls, the tanginess of men's assholes, the musky, heavy flavor of semen, and even the taste of piss. I wanted men to use me this way. I wanted my mouth to be a release for their sexual needs, and my belly to be a safe harbor for their semen. I loved the thought of being on my knees and having a group of men saunter up to me one by one, hands on hips, looking down at me and telling me to, "Suck it bitch." I knew what it was like now to feel the jizz from a group of men coating the inside of my mouth, my throat, my belly, and I was at peace with myself for wanting to be used this way.
It was actually quite liberating. I knew now what intense pleasure my mouth and tongue could provide other men and I wanted to do it even more.
I didn't have to wait long for my next opportunity.
Sean Sets Up My Next Date
On Tuesday morning at breakfast in the cafeteria, Sean was taking his tray back to the kitchen when he walked by my table, paused next to me, leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Gym locker room. Tonight. 9:00 pm. Be there Cocksucker."
Then he was gone.
My cock started to harden immediately and I had to wait several minutes before I could get up to bring my tray to the kitchen. I wondered what he had planned for me tonight at the gym. Coach had broken me in as his cocksucker in his office at the sports complex, and Sean and Mike had surprised me behind the gym one night when I had to suck off the two of them as well as two other guys from the football team. My mind raced as I imagined any number of lewd things Sean would make me do. After sucking off Coach and his friends, I was looking forward to the clean, less tangy taste of Sean's much younger balls and cock. Don't get me wrong—I loved the taste of men from all ages. It was just with Sean it was something special. After all, he was my 'cocksucking mentor' and had introduced me to the joys of sucking cock, so I felt I owed it to him to please him in any way he told me to.
My heart skipped a beat as I imagined how I would be used again that night and I couldn't wait.
Sean Joins Me in the Shower after Workout
After eating my dinner, I rushed to get all my homework done and then took a quick shower to get ready before heading down to the gym. I didn't know exactly where to meet Sean, but hoped he would find me.
The building was mostly empty, but all the lights were still on. As I entered the men's locker room—which now looked abandoned with wet towels strewn about the floor, and empty water bottles lying on the wooden benches or crushed on the floor—I looked around for signs of life.
Then I heard Sean's familiar voice behind me.
"Well, well, if it isn't our little cocksucker all alone in the men's locker room." I turned and there he was. Sean had a big grin as he sauntered towards me. He was naked save for a white gym towel wrapped around his mid-section. I could see the large bulge in his crotch and licked my lips with anticipation. I was standing in front of a bank of lockers used mostly by the football team. Since it was the end of the day, the smell of men's musk was overpowering. Sweat permeated the scene and my cock started to harden with lust.
"You're right on time Jay. Good boy. I have a surprise for you tonight I know you're going to like," Sean smiled his knowing, arrogant smile. He knew he had me under his spell and he could do anything he wanted to me, no matter how perverted.
"First, you and I are going to get in the shower together. Why don't you strip right here and follow me?"
"Okay Sean," was all I could muster. I quickly stripped off my shoes, socks, pants, shirt, and underwear, and followed Sean as he ambled over to the large shower. As he was walking, Sean removed the towel he had wrapped around his waist and I ogled his muscular ass as it swayed toward the shower. The shower room itself was large. It had a dozen shower heads, with six on either side of the room to accommodate many men at once. The room had white tiles from floor to ceiling, which gave it a detached, impersonal vibe.
Sean walked up to one of the shower heads in the middle of the wall on one side, and turned on the water. A powerful stream of hot water cascaded out and he stepped under the stream, luxuriating in its warmth.
Once he had set himself up under the shower, he looked at me. "Knees, cocksucker." That was all he needed to say.
I immediately dropped to the hard tile floor on my knees and opened my mouth to receive his magnificent manhood. He was starting to harden as I got the cockhead in my mouth, tasting his pre-cum. I gently licked the head of his cock and started to slurp at the soft, meaty tube as he smiled down at me and groaned with pleasure. I played gently with his ball sack, fondling the two big orbs in my hand as I focused on sucking the cock that had introduced me to a new life. He was clearly enjoying himself as the hot water cascaded down his back while I slavishly worked his cock with my wet mouth.
"That's it cocksucker, take your time. I want you to earn this cum load. My girlfriend hasn't sucked me off for several days, so don't be surprised if you feel a big blast of cum once I shoot in your mouth."
I looked up at him and nodded my appreciation for his gift as I slowly worked the length of his cock in and out of my mouth. I could feel the now familiar cockhead start to push against the opening of my throat and I mentally relaxed my esophagus to accommodate his now fully erect penis.
Sean put his hands on each side of my head and started to slowly thrust his hips, getting his cock into my throat until we fell into a rhythm.
