Groomed into a Boy Slut for Cock Pt 02
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We walked back to camp in silence. I hadn't had a chance to put my short and shirts on, and was still only wearing my briefs. I struggled to keep up with Mr. Adam. He took long strides with his powerful legs, and I felt like I was almost running to keep up. It didn't help that my legs were incredibly sore. One of the solo activities Mr. Adams had me doing at camp at camp were intense weight lifting sessions at the camp gym. If I wasn't going to participate in the group sports, than this was something I had to agree to. It consisted of brutal leg exercises--mostly squats, donkey kicks, hip extensions, hamstring curls, and then some core components as well. They were easily the hardest workouts of my life, but I couldn't argue with the results. Within a few short weeks, my legs and but definitely look more toned and defined then previously.
Mr Adams had me hold on to my shorts and shirt as well as his shirt, which I was happy to oblige. I was more than happy to get to see Mr. Adams' huge muscular back and shoulders flexing in front of me as we walked through the woods. He looked like a giant clearing the path.
"Mr. Adams, how big are you?" I asked, breaking the silence, curious to know exactly how tall he was.
Without turning his head, he said "11 inches," and then chortled.
"What, you're 11 inches tall?" I asked, confused, not getting his joke.
"I'm just k**ding....never mind...I'm 6 foot 6" he said.
I was impressed. I tried to read the size of his shirt in my hands. His shirt was completely soaked in sweat as if it had been dunked in water and then squeezed out. I raised the shirt to my face to read the label: XXXL. Wow, he truly was massive. I caught a whiff of his musky sweat wafting from his shirt, I inhaled deeply. God, it smelled so good, I had no idea sweat could smell so good. I pressed the wet fabric against my nose and huffed. My cock throbbed again. I began sniffing his smell shirt all over, seeking out the area under his armpits. Ugh, what was wrong with me, why was this turning me on so much? I quickly looked up to Mr. Adams--he was about 20 ft ahead and hadn't seemed to notice. I started wiping his sweaty used shirt all over my face, over my lips and nose, basking in his scent. I started to rub it on my neck and chest. I wanted it all over me! My saliva began to flow, and I licked my lips and tasted his salt. I wanted more. I stuck his sweaty shirt in my mouth and began sucking in the sweaty juices, savoring his salty flavor. When I could no longer taste the sweaty salt, I moved to another spot on the shirt. My cock ached, fully erect, bouncing in confused lust. It felt so dirty and wrong, which made it even hotter. I stared at Mr. Adams back and watched the sweat drip down the creases of his muscles. I wanted to lick him. I fought the urge to grab my cock and stroke it.
Suddenly Mr. Adams stopped in his tracks. I quickly pulled his shirt from my mouth as he turned to face me, and I tried my best to not look suspicious. He gave me a peculiar look, as if he could sense something was amiss.
"Hey, we're getting close to--" his voice drifted off as he noticed my raging hard on, throbbing in front of me like bucking bronco. I made no attempts to cover it up, and felt a mixture of lust and shame as he stared at it. I'm sure he was wondering what could have triggered such a reaction in me, but must have known he was responsible, because he smirked smugly before continuing. "We're getting close to camp. We should probably put our clothes back on to not look too, indecent" his eyes glued on my horny member. I handed him his shirt, praying he didn't notice the work my wet mouth had done.
"This is still wet? It's almost been 2 hours" he said as he looked over the shirt, his eyes darting suspiciously between his shirt and my bulge, trying to piece everything together.
"Uh...yeah, sorry, I shouldn't have held it scrunched in a ball, it must not have dried well"
"Hm" he grunted, and pulled the shirt over his head, covering up his body builder figure. He watched as I briefly struggled to pull my shorts over my throbbing phallus, and then put my own shirt.
We walk towards his cabin. As we approach the door, I notice it has keypad lock. He turns to look at me. "Listen, I have to go coach the camp basketball game against our rivals. It's an away game, so I wont be back until tomorrow evening" I looked up at him in shock, almost wanting to cry. I was really hoping to spend some more quality time alone with Mr. Adams, and this sudden change of plan left me feeling dejected. "The code is 3252, you're welcome here anytime, even if I'm not around," he smiles down at me gently. "My home is your home. Just wait out here for a second while I go make sure things are in order in side" I nodded, curious as to what he meant.
He punched in the code, opened the door and entered, quickly closing the door behind him. The lights turn on under the door and I heard shuffling as Mr. Adams moved around the cabin. A few minutes later, he comes back out, carrying a duffel bag and wearing a fresh shirt and track pants. His muscles rippled under the tight clothes.
"It's all yours," he says with a warm smile, holding the door open, inviting me in.
"Aren't you going to show me around?" I asked, hoping to get a few more minutes with him.
"No, I'm already late, I don't even have time to shower. Spend as much time as you want here. I have a some movies and a couple of computer games on my computer if you'd like. I'll see you tomorrow." And with that, he turned and left, walking towards the center of camp. I watched him walk away then turned to face the open room. Although Mr. Adam's wouldn't be here, it will nice to have a place to myself. I shared a room with 4 other boys, all of whom were jocks. They had been specifically warned by Mr. Adams to not bully me, and for the most part they had been good about leaving me alone, but it was hard to feel entirely comfortable in that room, I could feel the tension. They only seemed to talk about sports, fucking girls or jacking off, and although I sometimes enjoyed listening to their conversations, I was looking forward to some alone time where I could truly relax.
As I entered the room, the acrid smell of stale sweat and musk hit my nose hard. It smelled like an old gym locker room in here! The air was so thick with the stench I could almost taste it. Although my initial reaction was to the stench was repulsion, I quickly acclimated to it. I looked around the room. His cabin was about the same size as the dorm room for the boys, but only for one person. Inside, he had a double bed in the corner with a single night table and a TV at the foot of the bed on a thin console table. In another corner was a desk with a leather chair and a computer, a full length mirror, and a large dresser. In one of his corners, he had set up a home made gym, complete with a bench, dumbbells and a bench press. There was also a door that lead to a private bathroom. His bed was unmade and there was a laundry hamper was filled with dirty laundry right next to it. On the top of the hamper lay his sweat soaked shirt, shorts and briefs from our afternoon together, crumpled into a heap. I felt electricity shoot down my spine just looking at them. biting my lip. What was wrong with me? I need to something to distract me from the thought of Mr. Adams hot sweaty laundry.
I sat on the edge of his bed and looked around. What to do? I decided I'd watch a movie. He had a bunch of DVDs in a carrying case next to the TV and I flipping through them, settling on"Die Hard". I popped in the movie and I propped my back up against his headboard. As the movie started, I realized that I no longer found the smell of his cabin even slightly bothersome...in fact I was beginning to find it somewhat pleasant and comforting. I began inhaling deeply through my nostrils, as if I was enjoying the aromatherapy at a day spa.
As the movie wore on, I found it increasingly difficult to focus. I kept thinking about how Mr. Adams had said that he need to "make sure things were in order" when he went inside alone. What did that mean? Surely he didn't mean he was going to tidy up the place, it was a mess in here! I looked around the room again feeling my curiosity growing. I had never been one to snoop, but the naughty thought of exploring Mr. Adams' room, his most intimate space, began to fill my head. I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed. My curiosity had grown too strong. I need to do a little bit of exploring. I would be harmless. Mr. Adams wouldn't have left me here if there wasn't anything he didn't want me to see, I rationalized. I walked towards the bathroom and entered.
His bathroom was surprisingly tidy compared to his room. The sink and toilet were immaculately clean. The shower had a clear curtain. Inside was a bar of soap and a razor. I open the medicine cabinet to find his toothbrush, toothpaste and a few medicine bottle with pills with no labels. I examine them briefly before putting them back. I open the cabinet under the sink. Inside are two rolls of toilet paper and some fresh towels. Boring.
I exit the bathroom and gaze over the room, wondering what to explore next. I decide to check out his night table. I open the first drawer on his night table and find some loose change, a phone charger, a pair of keys, and a Sports Illustrated magazine. I pull open the second drawer which is empty except for a large container with pump handle and what appears to be a rubber ring. I pulled out the ring first, unsure of what it was. It was about 2 inches in diameter and made from a thick rubber like substance. I gave it a pull and it stretched another inch in my hand. I placed it back, still unsure of it's purpose. I then picked up the container and read the label. The front said "GUN OIL Silicone Lubricant." I flipped it over to the back and read the fine print: "Whether solo or with an eager partner, GUN OIL always delivers a highly satisfying sexual experience while elevating the vital expression of masculine fulfillment". I felt another pang of electricity as I finally realized what it was. Mr. Adams was using this to jack off! I pumped a small drop on my fingers, enjoying the slick texture between my fingers. As I rubbed my fingers together, I felt my cock stiffen as I imagined Mr. Adams lying in this very bed, stroking his huge slippery member. God, it was so hot! My hand involuntarily began to rub my cock through my shorts as my head filled with horny thoughts, knowing Mr. Adams jacked off in this room. I began to wonder, when did he do it? How often? Did he only do it in bed? What did he think of when he was stroking? I pumped some more of his lube onto my hands and stroked it onto my cock. It was my first time using lube, and sensation was unbelievable, so much better than dry. Eye closed my eyes and focused on the sensation of my hard cock throbbing in my hands, slipping easily back and forth in my tight grip. I couldn't believe myself. Here I was, on my knees in Mr Adams cabin, stroking my cock with his lube! With my eyes closed, my other senses heightened, and I once again could smell the sweaty stink of the cabin as it filled my nose, driving my lust to new levels. God, I found the stink so hot, it felt like I couldn't get enough of it.
Ugh! I can't be having these perverted thoughts! They're too nasty! If Mr. Adams ever found out he would think you were a sick freak of nature! And using every last bit of will power, I pulled myself up, put my hard cock back in my shorts, and closed his night table.
I decide the best way to distract myself from these filthy thoughts is to continue my snooping. I walk towards his dresser and open the first drawer. In it I find his clean shirts, neatly folded. In the second drawer are his shorts. I open the third, finding exactly what I secretly hoped was next. The drawer was filled with Mr. Adams underwear, each neatly bunched. Most seemed to resemble the tight white bikini briefs he wore to the lake. I pulled one out and examined it. The label said "XXXL", which was even more impressive when I remembered how tight and small the briefs looked on his stud body. The front had a pouch big enough for a g****fruit. I was enamored, it felt so sexy and wrong to be touching his underwear. I placed it back and grabbed another pair. These ones were bright blue and seemed impossibly small for Mr. Adams, it seemed the underwear may almost fit me! The material felt different, very stretchy, like a spandex. I could imagine how the material could stretch over a larger area than it seemed. The back of the underwear was a thin strip, and the label said it was an XXXL G string. I couldnt help but imagine Mr. Adams huge muscular frame in this tiny sexy underwear, his huge bulge stretching the skimpy material to the limit. My horny cock ached. I spent a few more minutes looking at some of his other briefs before closing the drawer. I look down at the last drawer and try to open it, but it wont budge. Looking closer, I realize there is a lock on this drawer.
"Darn!" I say out loud. I am about to give up, when I suddenly remember the key in the night table! I quickly run over to the night table, pull out the key, and return the the dresser. I slide the key into the lock and turn it quickly, half expecting it not to work. I hear a "click" and the drawer springs open.
Inside the drawer there are dozens of booklets which appear to be magazines, except the front pages had been blacked out with spray paint. I bead of sweat drips from my forehead in anticipation as my curiosity gets the better of me. Opening the first one, I can't help but gasp.
It was porn! And not just porn, but hardcore, X-rated porn.I had never seen porn before besides a few Playboys here or there, but this was nothing like that. The magazine was filled with all sorts of lewd acts-- some had women having sex with multiple men, with cocks in their pussys and ass. Others had the women sucking on dicks, sometimes two at a time. All the women in the magazine looked so tiny next to the men, who looked like bodybuilders, with their massive frames and bulging muscles. The men in the photos also all had humongous cocks that penetrated the women's holes. The women seemed to be in love with their huge dicks. I was enamored by the pictures of these women so lustful and horny for those massive dicks, so eager to please them. The pages were filled with filthy words like "cock worshiping sluts", "young whore gets fucked by daddy's monster dick", or "hungry fuck doll slurps on huge meaty poles ". I loved reading the filthy words and descriptions, and I made mental notes of them to add to my vocabulary. I carefully turned through each page from cover to back.
When I finished that magazine, I reached for a second. It was also filled with hardcore images of women being dominated by multiple men. I quickly flip through it before reaching for a third. Opening it, I thought my heart would explode. The first few pages were filled with pictures of skinny young boys who looked to be about my age. There faces and bodies were completely smooth. They were wearing tiny little underwear, bikini bottons, thongs, jockstraps, that showed off their bulges and assholes. I couldn't look away. The boys had removed their underwear and were showing off their completely hairless genitals. Not a single hair was visible on their smooth hard cock balls, or on their puckered bottoms. As I got deeper into the magazine, it slowly switched from softcore to hardcore porn. Filthy gay porn. This magazine was filled with phrases like "tiny twink cum slut is hungry for daddy's huge cock" and "submissive faggot's bubble butt and boyhole rimmed and then banged by gang of hung horse cocks" or "bottom bitch boy pussy dominated by massive alpha cocks". The pictures consisted of these tiny boys being dominated by huge muscle men with obscenely large cocks. The cocks were pumped into these tiny boys, being sucked off by them, sometimes two or three at time. Some had photos of older muscle men tonguing the assholes of these boys before fucking them in the next photo. My own cock throbbed violently in my briefs as I stared hungrily at the perverted pictures, my own mouth watering in desire. I was obsessed.
I started stroking myself through my briefs, filled with lust as I watched these slutty little boys get used by these huge dominant men. I looked over to the mirror and stared at myself and realized that they looked just like me--my tiny, skinny frame, my smooth jawline and my thick lips, my slender legs and a tiny, perky butt. My uncut cock, although a modest 6", appeared much larger in proportion to my tiny frame, jutting out obscenely from, tiny body. I had barely any hair on my body besides a some sparse pubic hair under my arms and around my cock. If not for that, I could be in this magazine!
As I stared at the images of these boys hungrily worshiping those fat throbbing poles, all I could do was continue to stroke my horny cock through my briefs, taking in the words and images filling the pages. I began to imagine I was one of those boys who was being treated to all those horny older muscle hunks! I fantasized how it would feel to be used by one of these dominant hung studs, what it would feel like to be made to suck them off...or be fucked by them
I sat on on his computer chair to get more comfortable and in the process, I accidentally grazed his computer mouse. His computer screen whirred to life. I stared at his desktop, which was fairly unassuming. He had a simple blue background and a numerous folders on it which appeared to be work folders. One of the folders was called 'Projects*'. It was the only folder that had an asterisk next to it. My curiosity got the better of me, and I clicked on it.
Inside the folder were a bunch of sub-folders. Unlike the main folder, these subfolders made no attempt to hide their content and consisted of lewd titles like "Favorite Cock suckers", "Boy Gangbangs", or "Daddy's boy".
I open up the first folder and click on a file called "Cock Worship- 1". My hands are trembling with excitement A video begins to play of a woman kneeling before a man. She has black hair and green eyes and is wearing a very tiny tank top and tiny jean shorts, and her hands are fondling a huge bulge in his jeans. She begins to kiss and rub her face against it, moaning gently. I imagine Mr. Adams watching this video, sitting in this very seat, stroking his huge cock to this ...knowing this is what turns him on, that this is how he would want his cock sucked.
I study her technique eagerly. She looks up hungrily at the man, who proceeds to open his fly and pull out a magnificent hard cock that springs out over the woman's face. He drops his pants and his huge balls tumble out onto her face. She moans happily and proceeds to rub her face in them, sniffing, kissing and licking them at the same time, covering them in her spit. She then starts to do the same with his cock, rubbing it all over her face, drooling on it, sucking it hard and deep, like it is the most delicious thing in the world. She buries her face under his ballsack, her tongue swirling violently as she moans eagerly, appearing to savor every moment. I start to feel my mouth water watching her suck hungrily on that huge cock, her whole face is glistening in spit . She made it look so good, delicious. I licked my lips, feeling a new hunger grow in me the more I watch. A filthy idea fills my mind, as I turn my attention to the dirty hamper 2 feet from me, where Mr. Adam's dirty briefs lie on top of the pile--the ones he had worn all day today as we hiked for hours in the hot sun, dripping in sweat and soaking in our own perspiration. I remembered seeing his huge veiny schlong pulsing violently in those wet briefs as precum seeped through the thing fabric and dripped down his leg. And I remembered how fucking hot it was when he stood with his humongous sweaty bulge inches from my face, basking me in his manly scent steaming from his loins.
I can't resist. I reach over and grab the dirty white briefs. I stop watching the porn to hold the briefs with both hands, exploring the fabric with my whole hands. They felt damp and stiff. The cloth was stained a faint light yellow over most of front left of his briefs, and I remembered that was where his fat cock head throbbed through the cloth, spiting thick globs of precum though the thin material. I traced my fingers over area, feeling the slight slipperiness over this part of the cloth, a different texture than the rest of the briefs.
"Ugh his precum is like lube" I said out loud,transfixed. Using two fingers, I grabbed the edge of the briefs and lifted them to my eye level, examining the fabric inches from my face. Immediately, I felt the hot pungent smell fill my nostrils, causing me to gasp. The smell was so sharp, so potent, much stronger than the smell of the cabin as filthy thoughts fill my head.
As I watch the woman slobbering on that monster cock, I'm not even fully aware that I'm slowly drawing the musky briefs closer and closer to my face until it is an inch beneath my nose, my nostrils flaring, my mouth watering. I put a finger in my mouth and began to suck on it earnestly. I felt my drool thicken as I probed my mouth with my finger, enjoying this new sensation. I soon stuck a second finger in my mouth, then a third, wishing it was a nice big cock.I mimic her movements, bobbing my head, swirling my tongue, rubbing my face over my fingers. God, what was happening to me?
I started thinking about Mr. Adams' big fat juicy cock that I had seen at the lake. I remembered how it throbbed so obscenely through his briefs, dripping with precum onto his humongous testicles.
I knew I wanted to suck on his cock just like this. Even though I only saw it through his briefs, I already knew Mr. Adam's cock was bigger than this man's, and much bigger than my three fingers. I made all five of my fingers touch and tried to shove it in my mouth, gagging in the process, drool pouring down my chin. The man suddenly, grabbed the back of the woman's head and kept his cock pressed to the back of her throat and watch as it convulsed in her mouth as he moaned. Thick cum leaked from the corners of her mouth as she sucked and gulped powerfully in an attempt to swallow every ounce of the thick fluid.
I opened up the last folder and clicked on one of the files called "Good boy - 1". A video started playing. In it, a large muscular man stood facing the camera, He had a thick gray bear and his huge muscles flexed and glistened as sweat dripped down his body as he works out in a gym. He was big and burly but didnt have an ounce of fat on him. The only thing he was wearing was a tiny jock strap that barely stretched over his huge cock and balls. His legs were splayed wide, his huge thigh muscles flexed and taught. He was an absolute stud, almost identical to Mr. Adams in age and build.
A small smooth boy entered the scene. He was dressed in a pair of tiny pink bikini bottoms, his tiny ass jutting towards the camera. He was not much taller than the man's belly button. The man grabbed the boy by his head with one of his huge arms, and pulled the boy's small face under his bulging sweaty jockstrap. The man's bulge flopped over the boys face as the boy nuzzled his face beneath it, rubbing his face deeply into it, huffing and moaning, while the man thrust his hips back into the boy's eager face. I realized I was extremely jealous of that boy's predicament, and wished it could have been me. The boy, suddenly moaned, his face still buried deeply under the man's bulge. "Oh daddy, there is nothing I love more than the smell of your huge sweaty alpha cock". Those words resonated through me. There was no use pretending anymore: I fucking love the smell of Mr. Adam's sweaty, precum stained, musty used briefs. His hot manly smell had penetrated my mind.
With a moan, I buried my face into his briefs as I huffed and snorted the filthy cloth, addicted to his stink. I felt his old sweat and precum coat my face, and imagined it was his sweaty cock bathing my face in his studly scent. I felt completely out of control, like a starved a****l who had finally caught a meal. I pulled the briefs from face momentarily to catch my breath. My face felt cool and could tell my face was damp and slick with Mr Adam's wet alpha scent. I unintentionally licked my lips, and his salty flavor filled my mouth, making me drool with hunger. My cock was jutted obscenely towards the ceiling, throbbing with lust without being touched.
I watched as the man reached forward and grabbed the boy's ass, squeezing it, and pulled the bikini bottom partially aside to expose the boys tiny puckered bottom which winked each time the man fondled it. The boy gasped and moaned even harder as he wiggled his bottom eagerly, his mouth still worshiping the man's throbbing member through his drenched jockstrap, his face buried into his balls. I fucking loved it, wanted it, needed it. I rocked my hips back and forth in the chair as my cock bounced violently beneath my tight briefs, fighting to escape, precum seeping through the fabric around my horny cock head. I made a fist with one hand and wrapped Mr. Adam's stinking briefs over it, imagining my fist was the man's huge sweaty cock wrapped in a filthy jock strap. I began to noisily suck the fabric, relishing the savory flavor that coated my mouth, smearing it over my face. With my eyes fixated on the filthy scene before me, my tongue darted over the slimy cloth, slurping hungrily on the fabric. Thick salty drool poured down my chin and onto my own briefs where it quickly soaked through the material and coated my dripping cock in mixture of spit, precum and Mr. Adams musky man juice. The copious fluid began pooling on the chair beneath my aching balls, causing them to slap noisily as I rocked back in forth in lust. My taint and asshole become more slippery with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I began to feel my body start to climax with each rock of my hips, my eyes glued to the smut in front of me.
The man in the video was moaning and growling in pleasure as the boy worked his pole. Suddenly, the man growls, "Are you daddy's good little boy?"
"Oh yes daddy!" the boy moans
"Do you like being my hungry little slut?"
"mmmm yes daddy I am so hungry for your filthy horse cock"
The man suddenly grabs the boy with one hand around his neck, and using his other hand, he pulls his jock strap down, causing his fat cock to flip out. The cock flops down wetly on the boys face like a huge slab of salami, his pink cockhead flaring angrily as the mans massive balls hang in front of the boys face, slick with sweat. He begins to smear his cock over the boy's face as the boy sniffs and kisses the balls while licking his sweaty taint. The sight of that fat cock finally being exposed and flopping out onto that boy's tiny face was too much for me. I shove the briefs in my mouth to muffle my moans as I climax immediately, shooting spurt after spurt of hot cum into my briefs. I can't stop rocking my hips and moaning as my cock continues to contract, sending waves of pleasure through me from my cock head to my winking hole.
When my orgasm finally subsided, I look in the mirror. My face was shiny, covered in spit, my lips red and swollen from my sucking. Globs of drool hung from my chin. My briefs were soaked in cum and saliva, I looked like a complete mess, but I couldn't help but smile at my reflection. Now I definitely looked like one those lucky boys in Mr. Adam's magazine.
Watching that boy get absolutely dominated by that sweaty muscle stud in that brief scene was the single hottest thing I had ever seen in my entire life. I wanted it so bad. I needed it. I was going to have it.
TO BE CONTINUED
Mr Adams had me hold on to my shorts and shirt as well as his shirt, which I was happy to oblige. I was more than happy to get to see Mr. Adams' huge muscular back and shoulders flexing in front of me as we walked through the woods. He looked like a giant clearing the path.
"Mr. Adams, how big are you?" I asked, breaking the silence, curious to know exactly how tall he was.
Without turning his head, he said "11 inches," and then chortled.
"What, you're 11 inches tall?" I asked, confused, not getting his joke.
"I'm just k**ding....never mind...I'm 6 foot 6" he said.
I was impressed. I tried to read the size of his shirt in my hands. His shirt was completely soaked in sweat as if it had been dunked in water and then squeezed out. I raised the shirt to my face to read the label: XXXL. Wow, he truly was massive. I caught a whiff of his musky sweat wafting from his shirt, I inhaled deeply. God, it smelled so good, I had no idea sweat could smell so good. I pressed the wet fabric against my nose and huffed. My cock throbbed again. I began sniffing his smell shirt all over, seeking out the area under his armpits. Ugh, what was wrong with me, why was this turning me on so much? I quickly looked up to Mr. Adams--he was about 20 ft ahead and hadn't seemed to notice. I started wiping his sweaty used shirt all over my face, over my lips and nose, basking in his scent. I started to rub it on my neck and chest. I wanted it all over me! My saliva began to flow, and I licked my lips and tasted his salt. I wanted more. I stuck his sweaty shirt in my mouth and began sucking in the sweaty juices, savoring his salty flavor. When I could no longer taste the sweaty salt, I moved to another spot on the shirt. My cock ached, fully erect, bouncing in confused lust. It felt so dirty and wrong, which made it even hotter. I stared at Mr. Adams back and watched the sweat drip down the creases of his muscles. I wanted to lick him. I fought the urge to grab my cock and stroke it.
Suddenly Mr. Adams stopped in his tracks. I quickly pulled his shirt from my mouth as he turned to face me, and I tried my best to not look suspicious. He gave me a peculiar look, as if he could sense something was amiss.
"Hey, we're getting close to--" his voice drifted off as he noticed my raging hard on, throbbing in front of me like bucking bronco. I made no attempts to cover it up, and felt a mixture of lust and shame as he stared at it. I'm sure he was wondering what could have triggered such a reaction in me, but must have known he was responsible, because he smirked smugly before continuing. "We're getting close to camp. We should probably put our clothes back on to not look too, indecent" his eyes glued on my horny member. I handed him his shirt, praying he didn't notice the work my wet mouth had done.
"This is still wet? It's almost been 2 hours" he said as he looked over the shirt, his eyes darting suspiciously between his shirt and my bulge, trying to piece everything together.
"Uh...yeah, sorry, I shouldn't have held it scrunched in a ball, it must not have dried well"
"Hm" he grunted, and pulled the shirt over his head, covering up his body builder figure. He watched as I briefly struggled to pull my shorts over my throbbing phallus, and then put my own shirt.
We walk towards his cabin. As we approach the door, I notice it has keypad lock. He turns to look at me. "Listen, I have to go coach the camp basketball game against our rivals. It's an away game, so I wont be back until tomorrow evening" I looked up at him in shock, almost wanting to cry. I was really hoping to spend some more quality time alone with Mr. Adams, and this sudden change of plan left me feeling dejected. "The code is 3252, you're welcome here anytime, even if I'm not around," he smiles down at me gently. "My home is your home. Just wait out here for a second while I go make sure things are in order in side" I nodded, curious as to what he meant.
He punched in the code, opened the door and entered, quickly closing the door behind him. The lights turn on under the door and I heard shuffling as Mr. Adams moved around the cabin. A few minutes later, he comes back out, carrying a duffel bag and wearing a fresh shirt and track pants. His muscles rippled under the tight clothes.
"It's all yours," he says with a warm smile, holding the door open, inviting me in.
"Aren't you going to show me around?" I asked, hoping to get a few more minutes with him.
"No, I'm already late, I don't even have time to shower. Spend as much time as you want here. I have a some movies and a couple of computer games on my computer if you'd like. I'll see you tomorrow." And with that, he turned and left, walking towards the center of camp. I watched him walk away then turned to face the open room. Although Mr. Adam's wouldn't be here, it will nice to have a place to myself. I shared a room with 4 other boys, all of whom were jocks. They had been specifically warned by Mr. Adams to not bully me, and for the most part they had been good about leaving me alone, but it was hard to feel entirely comfortable in that room, I could feel the tension. They only seemed to talk about sports, fucking girls or jacking off, and although I sometimes enjoyed listening to their conversations, I was looking forward to some alone time where I could truly relax.
As I entered the room, the acrid smell of stale sweat and musk hit my nose hard. It smelled like an old gym locker room in here! The air was so thick with the stench I could almost taste it. Although my initial reaction was to the stench was repulsion, I quickly acclimated to it. I looked around the room. His cabin was about the same size as the dorm room for the boys, but only for one person. Inside, he had a double bed in the corner with a single night table and a TV at the foot of the bed on a thin console table. In another corner was a desk with a leather chair and a computer, a full length mirror, and a large dresser. In one of his corners, he had set up a home made gym, complete with a bench, dumbbells and a bench press. There was also a door that lead to a private bathroom. His bed was unmade and there was a laundry hamper was filled with dirty laundry right next to it. On the top of the hamper lay his sweat soaked shirt, shorts and briefs from our afternoon together, crumpled into a heap. I felt electricity shoot down my spine just looking at them. biting my lip. What was wrong with me? I need to something to distract me from the thought of Mr. Adams hot sweaty laundry.
I sat on the edge of his bed and looked around. What to do? I decided I'd watch a movie. He had a bunch of DVDs in a carrying case next to the TV and I flipping through them, settling on"Die Hard". I popped in the movie and I propped my back up against his headboard. As the movie started, I realized that I no longer found the smell of his cabin even slightly bothersome...in fact I was beginning to find it somewhat pleasant and comforting. I began inhaling deeply through my nostrils, as if I was enjoying the aromatherapy at a day spa.
As the movie wore on, I found it increasingly difficult to focus. I kept thinking about how Mr. Adams had said that he need to "make sure things were in order" when he went inside alone. What did that mean? Surely he didn't mean he was going to tidy up the place, it was a mess in here! I looked around the room again feeling my curiosity growing. I had never been one to snoop, but the naughty thought of exploring Mr. Adams' room, his most intimate space, began to fill my head. I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed. My curiosity had grown too strong. I need to do a little bit of exploring. I would be harmless. Mr. Adams wouldn't have left me here if there wasn't anything he didn't want me to see, I rationalized. I walked towards the bathroom and entered.
His bathroom was surprisingly tidy compared to his room. The sink and toilet were immaculately clean. The shower had a clear curtain. Inside was a bar of soap and a razor. I open the medicine cabinet to find his toothbrush, toothpaste and a few medicine bottle with pills with no labels. I examine them briefly before putting them back. I open the cabinet under the sink. Inside are two rolls of toilet paper and some fresh towels. Boring.
I exit the bathroom and gaze over the room, wondering what to explore next. I decide to check out his night table. I open the first drawer on his night table and find some loose change, a phone charger, a pair of keys, and a Sports Illustrated magazine. I pull open the second drawer which is empty except for a large container with pump handle and what appears to be a rubber ring. I pulled out the ring first, unsure of what it was. It was about 2 inches in diameter and made from a thick rubber like substance. I gave it a pull and it stretched another inch in my hand. I placed it back, still unsure of it's purpose. I then picked up the container and read the label. The front said "GUN OIL Silicone Lubricant." I flipped it over to the back and read the fine print: "Whether solo or with an eager partner, GUN OIL always delivers a highly satisfying sexual experience while elevating the vital expression of masculine fulfillment". I felt another pang of electricity as I finally realized what it was. Mr. Adams was using this to jack off! I pumped a small drop on my fingers, enjoying the slick texture between my fingers. As I rubbed my fingers together, I felt my cock stiffen as I imagined Mr. Adams lying in this very bed, stroking his huge slippery member. God, it was so hot! My hand involuntarily began to rub my cock through my shorts as my head filled with horny thoughts, knowing Mr. Adams jacked off in this room. I began to wonder, when did he do it? How often? Did he only do it in bed? What did he think of when he was stroking? I pumped some more of his lube onto my hands and stroked it onto my cock. It was my first time using lube, and sensation was unbelievable, so much better than dry. Eye closed my eyes and focused on the sensation of my hard cock throbbing in my hands, slipping easily back and forth in my tight grip. I couldn't believe myself. Here I was, on my knees in Mr Adams cabin, stroking my cock with his lube! With my eyes closed, my other senses heightened, and I once again could smell the sweaty stink of the cabin as it filled my nose, driving my lust to new levels. God, I found the stink so hot, it felt like I couldn't get enough of it.
Ugh! I can't be having these perverted thoughts! They're too nasty! If Mr. Adams ever found out he would think you were a sick freak of nature! And using every last bit of will power, I pulled myself up, put my hard cock back in my shorts, and closed his night table.
I decide the best way to distract myself from these filthy thoughts is to continue my snooping. I walk towards his dresser and open the first drawer. In it I find his clean shirts, neatly folded. In the second drawer are his shorts. I open the third, finding exactly what I secretly hoped was next. The drawer was filled with Mr. Adams underwear, each neatly bunched. Most seemed to resemble the tight white bikini briefs he wore to the lake. I pulled one out and examined it. The label said "XXXL", which was even more impressive when I remembered how tight and small the briefs looked on his stud body. The front had a pouch big enough for a g****fruit. I was enamored, it felt so sexy and wrong to be touching his underwear. I placed it back and grabbed another pair. These ones were bright blue and seemed impossibly small for Mr. Adams, it seemed the underwear may almost fit me! The material felt different, very stretchy, like a spandex. I could imagine how the material could stretch over a larger area than it seemed. The back of the underwear was a thin strip, and the label said it was an XXXL G string. I couldnt help but imagine Mr. Adams huge muscular frame in this tiny sexy underwear, his huge bulge stretching the skimpy material to the limit. My horny cock ached. I spent a few more minutes looking at some of his other briefs before closing the drawer. I look down at the last drawer and try to open it, but it wont budge. Looking closer, I realize there is a lock on this drawer.
"Darn!" I say out loud. I am about to give up, when I suddenly remember the key in the night table! I quickly run over to the night table, pull out the key, and return the the dresser. I slide the key into the lock and turn it quickly, half expecting it not to work. I hear a "click" and the drawer springs open.
Inside the drawer there are dozens of booklets which appear to be magazines, except the front pages had been blacked out with spray paint. I bead of sweat drips from my forehead in anticipation as my curiosity gets the better of me. Opening the first one, I can't help but gasp.
It was porn! And not just porn, but hardcore, X-rated porn.I had never seen porn before besides a few Playboys here or there, but this was nothing like that. The magazine was filled with all sorts of lewd acts-- some had women having sex with multiple men, with cocks in their pussys and ass. Others had the women sucking on dicks, sometimes two at a time. All the women in the magazine looked so tiny next to the men, who looked like bodybuilders, with their massive frames and bulging muscles. The men in the photos also all had humongous cocks that penetrated the women's holes. The women seemed to be in love with their huge dicks. I was enamored by the pictures of these women so lustful and horny for those massive dicks, so eager to please them. The pages were filled with filthy words like "cock worshiping sluts", "young whore gets fucked by daddy's monster dick", or "hungry fuck doll slurps on huge meaty poles ". I loved reading the filthy words and descriptions, and I made mental notes of them to add to my vocabulary. I carefully turned through each page from cover to back.
When I finished that magazine, I reached for a second. It was also filled with hardcore images of women being dominated by multiple men. I quickly flip through it before reaching for a third. Opening it, I thought my heart would explode. The first few pages were filled with pictures of skinny young boys who looked to be about my age. There faces and bodies were completely smooth. They were wearing tiny little underwear, bikini bottons, thongs, jockstraps, that showed off their bulges and assholes. I couldn't look away. The boys had removed their underwear and were showing off their completely hairless genitals. Not a single hair was visible on their smooth hard cock balls, or on their puckered bottoms. As I got deeper into the magazine, it slowly switched from softcore to hardcore porn. Filthy gay porn. This magazine was filled with phrases like "tiny twink cum slut is hungry for daddy's huge cock" and "submissive faggot's bubble butt and boyhole rimmed and then banged by gang of hung horse cocks" or "bottom bitch boy pussy dominated by massive alpha cocks". The pictures consisted of these tiny boys being dominated by huge muscle men with obscenely large cocks. The cocks were pumped into these tiny boys, being sucked off by them, sometimes two or three at time. Some had photos of older muscle men tonguing the assholes of these boys before fucking them in the next photo. My own cock throbbed violently in my briefs as I stared hungrily at the perverted pictures, my own mouth watering in desire. I was obsessed.
I started stroking myself through my briefs, filled with lust as I watched these slutty little boys get used by these huge dominant men. I looked over to the mirror and stared at myself and realized that they looked just like me--my tiny, skinny frame, my smooth jawline and my thick lips, my slender legs and a tiny, perky butt. My uncut cock, although a modest 6", appeared much larger in proportion to my tiny frame, jutting out obscenely from, tiny body. I had barely any hair on my body besides a some sparse pubic hair under my arms and around my cock. If not for that, I could be in this magazine!
As I stared at the images of these boys hungrily worshiping those fat throbbing poles, all I could do was continue to stroke my horny cock through my briefs, taking in the words and images filling the pages. I began to imagine I was one of those boys who was being treated to all those horny older muscle hunks! I fantasized how it would feel to be used by one of these dominant hung studs, what it would feel like to be made to suck them off...or be fucked by them
I sat on on his computer chair to get more comfortable and in the process, I accidentally grazed his computer mouse. His computer screen whirred to life. I stared at his desktop, which was fairly unassuming. He had a simple blue background and a numerous folders on it which appeared to be work folders. One of the folders was called 'Projects*'. It was the only folder that had an asterisk next to it. My curiosity got the better of me, and I clicked on it.
Inside the folder were a bunch of sub-folders. Unlike the main folder, these subfolders made no attempt to hide their content and consisted of lewd titles like "Favorite Cock suckers", "Boy Gangbangs", or "Daddy's boy".
I open up the first folder and click on a file called "Cock Worship- 1". My hands are trembling with excitement A video begins to play of a woman kneeling before a man. She has black hair and green eyes and is wearing a very tiny tank top and tiny jean shorts, and her hands are fondling a huge bulge in his jeans. She begins to kiss and rub her face against it, moaning gently. I imagine Mr. Adams watching this video, sitting in this very seat, stroking his huge cock to this ...knowing this is what turns him on, that this is how he would want his cock sucked.
I study her technique eagerly. She looks up hungrily at the man, who proceeds to open his fly and pull out a magnificent hard cock that springs out over the woman's face. He drops his pants and his huge balls tumble out onto her face. She moans happily and proceeds to rub her face in them, sniffing, kissing and licking them at the same time, covering them in her spit. She then starts to do the same with his cock, rubbing it all over her face, drooling on it, sucking it hard and deep, like it is the most delicious thing in the world. She buries her face under his ballsack, her tongue swirling violently as she moans eagerly, appearing to savor every moment. I start to feel my mouth water watching her suck hungrily on that huge cock, her whole face is glistening in spit . She made it look so good, delicious. I licked my lips, feeling a new hunger grow in me the more I watch. A filthy idea fills my mind, as I turn my attention to the dirty hamper 2 feet from me, where Mr. Adam's dirty briefs lie on top of the pile--the ones he had worn all day today as we hiked for hours in the hot sun, dripping in sweat and soaking in our own perspiration. I remembered seeing his huge veiny schlong pulsing violently in those wet briefs as precum seeped through the thing fabric and dripped down his leg. And I remembered how fucking hot it was when he stood with his humongous sweaty bulge inches from my face, basking me in his manly scent steaming from his loins.
I can't resist. I reach over and grab the dirty white briefs. I stop watching the porn to hold the briefs with both hands, exploring the fabric with my whole hands. They felt damp and stiff. The cloth was stained a faint light yellow over most of front left of his briefs, and I remembered that was where his fat cock head throbbed through the cloth, spiting thick globs of precum though the thin material. I traced my fingers over area, feeling the slight slipperiness over this part of the cloth, a different texture than the rest of the briefs.
"Ugh his precum is like lube" I said out loud,transfixed. Using two fingers, I grabbed the edge of the briefs and lifted them to my eye level, examining the fabric inches from my face. Immediately, I felt the hot pungent smell fill my nostrils, causing me to gasp. The smell was so sharp, so potent, much stronger than the smell of the cabin as filthy thoughts fill my head.
As I watch the woman slobbering on that monster cock, I'm not even fully aware that I'm slowly drawing the musky briefs closer and closer to my face until it is an inch beneath my nose, my nostrils flaring, my mouth watering. I put a finger in my mouth and began to suck on it earnestly. I felt my drool thicken as I probed my mouth with my finger, enjoying this new sensation. I soon stuck a second finger in my mouth, then a third, wishing it was a nice big cock.I mimic her movements, bobbing my head, swirling my tongue, rubbing my face over my fingers. God, what was happening to me?
I started thinking about Mr. Adams' big fat juicy cock that I had seen at the lake. I remembered how it throbbed so obscenely through his briefs, dripping with precum onto his humongous testicles.
I knew I wanted to suck on his cock just like this. Even though I only saw it through his briefs, I already knew Mr. Adam's cock was bigger than this man's, and much bigger than my three fingers. I made all five of my fingers touch and tried to shove it in my mouth, gagging in the process, drool pouring down my chin. The man suddenly, grabbed the back of the woman's head and kept his cock pressed to the back of her throat and watch as it convulsed in her mouth as he moaned. Thick cum leaked from the corners of her mouth as she sucked and gulped powerfully in an attempt to swallow every ounce of the thick fluid.
I opened up the last folder and clicked on one of the files called "Good boy - 1". A video started playing. In it, a large muscular man stood facing the camera, He had a thick gray bear and his huge muscles flexed and glistened as sweat dripped down his body as he works out in a gym. He was big and burly but didnt have an ounce of fat on him. The only thing he was wearing was a tiny jock strap that barely stretched over his huge cock and balls. His legs were splayed wide, his huge thigh muscles flexed and taught. He was an absolute stud, almost identical to Mr. Adams in age and build.
A small smooth boy entered the scene. He was dressed in a pair of tiny pink bikini bottoms, his tiny ass jutting towards the camera. He was not much taller than the man's belly button. The man grabbed the boy by his head with one of his huge arms, and pulled the boy's small face under his bulging sweaty jockstrap. The man's bulge flopped over the boys face as the boy nuzzled his face beneath it, rubbing his face deeply into it, huffing and moaning, while the man thrust his hips back into the boy's eager face. I realized I was extremely jealous of that boy's predicament, and wished it could have been me. The boy, suddenly moaned, his face still buried deeply under the man's bulge. "Oh daddy, there is nothing I love more than the smell of your huge sweaty alpha cock". Those words resonated through me. There was no use pretending anymore: I fucking love the smell of Mr. Adam's sweaty, precum stained, musty used briefs. His hot manly smell had penetrated my mind.
With a moan, I buried my face into his briefs as I huffed and snorted the filthy cloth, addicted to his stink. I felt his old sweat and precum coat my face, and imagined it was his sweaty cock bathing my face in his studly scent. I felt completely out of control, like a starved a****l who had finally caught a meal. I pulled the briefs from face momentarily to catch my breath. My face felt cool and could tell my face was damp and slick with Mr Adam's wet alpha scent. I unintentionally licked my lips, and his salty flavor filled my mouth, making me drool with hunger. My cock was jutted obscenely towards the ceiling, throbbing with lust without being touched.
I watched as the man reached forward and grabbed the boy's ass, squeezing it, and pulled the bikini bottom partially aside to expose the boys tiny puckered bottom which winked each time the man fondled it. The boy gasped and moaned even harder as he wiggled his bottom eagerly, his mouth still worshiping the man's throbbing member through his drenched jockstrap, his face buried into his balls. I fucking loved it, wanted it, needed it. I rocked my hips back and forth in the chair as my cock bounced violently beneath my tight briefs, fighting to escape, precum seeping through the fabric around my horny cock head. I made a fist with one hand and wrapped Mr. Adam's stinking briefs over it, imagining my fist was the man's huge sweaty cock wrapped in a filthy jock strap. I began to noisily suck the fabric, relishing the savory flavor that coated my mouth, smearing it over my face. With my eyes fixated on the filthy scene before me, my tongue darted over the slimy cloth, slurping hungrily on the fabric. Thick salty drool poured down my chin and onto my own briefs where it quickly soaked through the material and coated my dripping cock in mixture of spit, precum and Mr. Adams musky man juice. The copious fluid began pooling on the chair beneath my aching balls, causing them to slap noisily as I rocked back in forth in lust. My taint and asshole become more slippery with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I began to feel my body start to climax with each rock of my hips, my eyes glued to the smut in front of me.
The man in the video was moaning and growling in pleasure as the boy worked his pole. Suddenly, the man growls, "Are you daddy's good little boy?"
"Oh yes daddy!" the boy moans
"Do you like being my hungry little slut?"
"mmmm yes daddy I am so hungry for your filthy horse cock"
The man suddenly grabs the boy with one hand around his neck, and using his other hand, he pulls his jock strap down, causing his fat cock to flip out. The cock flops down wetly on the boys face like a huge slab of salami, his pink cockhead flaring angrily as the mans massive balls hang in front of the boys face, slick with sweat. He begins to smear his cock over the boy's face as the boy sniffs and kisses the balls while licking his sweaty taint. The sight of that fat cock finally being exposed and flopping out onto that boy's tiny face was too much for me. I shove the briefs in my mouth to muffle my moans as I climax immediately, shooting spurt after spurt of hot cum into my briefs. I can't stop rocking my hips and moaning as my cock continues to contract, sending waves of pleasure through me from my cock head to my winking hole.
When my orgasm finally subsided, I look in the mirror. My face was shiny, covered in spit, my lips red and swollen from my sucking. Globs of drool hung from my chin. My briefs were soaked in cum and saliva, I looked like a complete mess, but I couldn't help but smile at my reflection. Now I definitely looked like one those lucky boys in Mr. Adam's magazine.
Watching that boy get absolutely dominated by that sweaty muscle stud in that brief scene was the single hottest thing I had ever seen in my entire life. I wanted it so bad. I needed it. I was going to have it.
TO BE CONTINUED
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