This story is for mature readers only. The events described below are all entirely fictitious and intended to be just fantasy.
I stood outside the now locked door to the JV wrestling team room, hyperventilating. A slow, deep ache started to settle across my body. I could feel my stretched ass trying to clench back into place... however, I also felt the harsh metal butt plug resisting, pushing back against the walls of my hole, preventing me from my anal ring retracting back to normal. I also felt a horrible fullness, as the collective cum loads from my coach and four of my teammates began churning in my once virgin ass and stomach.
I was quickly ripped back to reality, hearing a nearby door down the hall click closed as a set of footsteps began echoing throughout the corridor. I didn't know who was coming, but I knew I didn't want to be found in the campus athletic complex looking like this... practically naked, covered in drying cum, wearing only my jockstrap and a butt plug. I was suddenly hyper-aware of the glaze of drying cum coating my pecs, running down my abs... most likely a spillover from Caleb's first massive load.
Panic immediately set in as I realized my situation. Over the past couple months, I had started to pick up on my developing reputation among the campus athletic community. Unfavorable rumors were starting to emerge - ones that did not put me in the straight, masculine jock crowd. Rumors about seeing me change quickly in the campus gym locker room and avoiding the showers. Turning down the girls well-known for putting out. I didn't want to give them any more proof, standing in public looking like this. I turned and sprinted to the nearest men's restroom, hurrying to hide in the furthest stall from the door.
I slumped down onto the toilet, feeling a quick ache jolt through my body, as the plug still wedged inside me impacted against the toilet seat. I stood up and reached behind me, my fingers latching onto the base of the plug and pulled. For an agonizing second my ass lips clamped tightly around the plug, refusing to let go. Then slowly at first... my tender, hole reluctantly started to spread, relinquishing the plug. I could feel my hole gape open as soon as the plug vacated my body.
Without anything holding it in, I began feeling the cum in me start to trickle out. It started as a spotty dribble, but quickly swelled into a heavy gush, as a river of jock cum poured out of me, the rivulet of cum clinging to the curves of my rounded jockbutt, spreading the flow wider down my thighs and cascading into a pool on the floor between my feet. Feeling the mess spread down my thighs, I tried to clench, but after getting fucked by some of the biggest dicks on my team, my hole was now refusing to hold anything back. I sighed and with a quick pained whimper, managed to stuff the plug back into my hole.
I sat back down onto the toilet, looking for something to try and clean the cum off. I glanced toward the toilet paper dispenser, realizing it was empty. Before I could stand up and look in the next stall, I heard the door open and the squeak of athletic shoes echoed off the tiles. I lifted my feet off the floor, leaning back, desperately trying to hide my presence. The footsteps came closer and the door on the stall next to me squealed open. I could see the intruder's sneakers beneath the partition. I watched his feet turn towards the stall door as a pair gym shorts dropped to their ankles before sitting down.
The entire room was enveloped in an agonizing silence as I became aware of the very strong smell of cum now wafting up from the puddle on the floor. I held still, desperately trying not to alert him to my presence. At the same time, I was listening for the sounds of him using the toilet, silently hoping he would piss or shit and just leave. Unfortunately, he also was silent. I was trapped, naked and covered in even more cum now. I contemplated trying to make a run for it - seeing if I could escape before he could exit the stall and see who I was. I sat quietly as my thoughts began to spiral.
"Psst," the guy in the next stall hoarsely whispered.
I heard him lightly tapping on the wall, drawing my attention, where I noticed someone had drilled a hole in the wall, through which I could see him slip a finger through from his side, rubbing the top curve of the hole. Within seconds the finger disappeared and he stood up, I saw his feet turn to face the wall. Within seconds he slid a thick cock through the hole.
"Please dude... help a bro out," he whimpered quietly, his throbbing cock sticking out of the wall, drooling a trickle of precum. "My date started going down but got a call from her boyfriend and had to leave. Not even a handjob. Fucking bitch was such a cocktease... Please dude, I'll help you out too. I promise... I...just please finish me off."
I watched his dick continue to throb as a bead of precum formed on the tip of his plump cockhead. I froze, recalling being forced to suck five dicks earlier. I locked up, the night's traumas flooding through my body. I wanted to run. I felt the loads of jock cum churning in my stomach... I could feel the bile rising up.
"Please dude, I can tell you're there," he pleaded with me. "I'm not going to pressure you or anything, but please dude. I'm so fucking close, I just need to feel a warm mouth to help finish me off."
I choked down my fear and nausea, glancing up at his dick. Hesitantly, I reached out, wrapping my cold, shaking hand around his shaft. I could feel his dick immediately throb in my hand as the blob of precum trickled down onto my wrist.
"Oh fuck yeah dude, thank you, thank you, thank you," he clamored. "Your hand feels fucking awesome. I seriously owe you bro."
I rubbed my thumb on the underside of his cockhead, smearing the trickle of precum across his head and started to lean closer. The scent of his precum started to flood my senses. My mind recalled all the times a girl stopped mid-blowjob when her parents came home or their boyfriend called... getting sent home with a hard dick and aching balls. I understand what he's going through right now. Rubbing one out at this point is a letdown.
I took a deep breath and opened my mouth. As I closed in on his dick, I started out slow... running my tongue along the underside of his cockhead, upwards across the tip, feeling the smear of precum latching onto my tongue. Surprisingly, his dick ooze wasn't as repulsive as expected. I wrapped my lips around his cockhead, swirling my tongue around, lapping up all his precum. The silence was immediately broken by a very loud moan from my new buddy. I could feel him try to press more of his dick down my throat, but fortunately, the wall stopped him from suffocating me with his dick.
"Just please hold still," I pulled off and quietly whispered through the hole, not wanting to be recognized. "I'll finish you off bro, but I don't need you killed me with that dick, dude."
"Sorry bro, just your mouth feels so fucking great... I couldn't help it. Please keep going, I'll let you know when I'm close."
I'm not sure why but I felt my face blush at the compliment. I loosened my grip on his cock and started to lick his thick, veiny shaft. I was working more and more of his dick down my throat. I could feel his pulse on my tongue as I slathered every inch of his shaft, trying to help him finish.
I could hear him breathing heavily through the wall, stifling some deep throaty moans as his dick was now flooding my tongue with his precum. I blame getting my throat stretched out by my team, because now, I wasn't gagging from his dick poking the back of my throat or from the taste of his precum. I sucked harder, pressing as much of his dick down my throat without choking.
After a couple deep, wet slurps, feeling his slick cockhead slip into my throat, I could feel him shudder. "Dude I'm about to bust... please just let me nut in your mouth," he begged. "I'm not gay, so I understand if you don't want a mouthful of my jizz bro. But if you don't, you need to pull off now."
I counted the number of loads I had swallowed tonight by force. I thought about this dude, sharing a desperate moment with me. He wasn't calling me a faggot or a cocksucker. Like I've had several times before, he's got a massive case of blue balls and didn't want the disappointment of stuffing them back in his pants and rubbing out a load on his own back at his dorm.
