Written, created, conceived, and masturbated to by AKA.
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Disclaimer:  This story is intended for adults.  It
contains themes and situations that are not suitable
for those not considered adults in their communities.
It also contains naughty words.  All characters in
this story are intended to be portrayed as adults
and therefore legally entitled to perform the strange,
disgusting, and often downright immoral acts they
are described as doing.

The following is part thirteen of the Bob Cocker saga.

a.k.a. Cock Bobber - The Recruitment
     by AKA


Will Down sat behind his desk and tried to look busy. 
He looked over the contents of his desk and drummed
his fingers on the hard wooden surface.  He reached
out and moved his stapler one inch to the left.

There wasn't much use for a private office for the
assistant coach of the lacrosse team, but when Will
took the job with the University, he had insisted upon
getting one.  He may not have negotiated a top salary,
but at least he had a private place to call his own. 
Some might have complained about the location -- a
converted storeroom deep in the basement of the
athletic field house -- but Will was happy.  All the
better to have a little privacy when making his moves
on 'the ladies'.  Will's eyebrows waggled up and down.
Will's eyebrows always waggled up and down whenever
he thought of 'the ladies'.

Will had hoped for a little female companionship this
afternoon, in fact.  He was a bit confused as to why
no one had showed up.  He'd made of point of
mentioning how much paperwork he had to do that
afternoon right in front of a group of cheerleaders. 
How he'd be alone down here all afternoon.  He'd seen
that same group of girls whispering and pointing in
his direction many times in the past ... especially
when he wore 'the shorts'.  Will's eyebrows always
waggled up and down when he knew 'the ladies' were
checking out 'the shorts'.

After moving the stapler one inch to the right, Will
was was just about to give up and head home when he
heard the telltale 'clack clack' of high heels on the
concrete floor of the hallway outside.  Suddenly
realizing how empty his desk was, Will scrambled to
find a pad and pen and began writing out a list of ...
anything.

As the rapid paced footsteps made their way down the
interminably long hallway, Will whispered to himself,
"That's why it took so long; she had to go home and
get the 'fuck me' shoes."  He snickered lewdly as he
smoothed his scraggly moustache.

He was doing his best to look nonchallant when the
heel clacks finally culminated in the appearance of
Sasha Kohmfetter.  She didn't pause to knock or even
slow down to politely wait in the doorway for
permission to enter.  She walked straight through the
open door, crossed the room in two steps,  and stopped
right in front of his desk.  She leaned over part way,
supporting herself with the palms of her hands on the
desk.  She remained silent as she looked Will straight
in the eye.

Will sat in his chair, a bit shocked.  As far as he
knew, Sasha Kohmfetter worked in the Psychology
Department, but she also had some tenuous link to the
Atheletics Department.  Will hadn't quite figured out
why, but the other coaches seemed to consult her quite
often on player selections and such.  Will didn't go
for that psycho-babble mumbo-jumbo, so he'd never had
much interest in what she did.  Of course, he might be
interested in other ways; she was pretty hot -- in
that 'older woman' sort of way.  While his brain tried
to determine exactly what she might want with him,
Will's gaze naturally dropped to the juncture of her
rather full breasts.  It was the same spot that Will
tended to look at when talking to any woman, but the
way she was leaning down made it especially
irresistible.

Sasha clucked her tongue as she noticed that she'd
lost eye contact.  She put one hand under Will's chin
and lifted his head until he looked her in the eye. 
"Willy, I think you should get contact lenses," she
said plainly.

Will subconciously repositioned his gradient-shaded,
aviator-style glasses on his nose.  He'd always
thought he looked pretty cool in those.  Just like in
'Top Gun'.  He pursed his lips and started to form the
'W' to ask 'why' when Sasha put a finger on his lips
to silence him.

"I know ... you're wondering why I would come all the
way down here to talk about that.  Well, Willy ...
allow me to explain."

She turned and walked over to the television cart used
to review game tapes during team meetings.  She
reached into her shoulder bag and removed a video
tape.  Will stammered as she pressed the eject button
on the tape player and put an embarrassed hand to his
forehead as she tossed his copy of Buttfucked
Cheerleaders 14 onto his desk.  He stared down at it
and wondered if this was some kind of bullshit
feminist / politically-correct ambush to get him fired
-- when he heard moans and groans better than any porn
flick coming from the television.  He parted his
fingers and peeked through to the image on the screen.

"What you're watching is a tape I made of my daughter
Tanya getting assfucked by her boyfriend, Bobby."

Will choked from the pure shock of hearing a mother
talk that way about her daughter.  But that didn't
stop him from staring at the image on the screen. 
This 'Bobby' was lying on his back while Tanya rode
him while facing away.  'Anal Reverse Cowgirl' was
what the porn reviewers called it.  Or ... uhh, so
he'd heard.

The viewpoint was looking over the shoulder of the boy
with the camera possibly sitting on a shelf in the
headboard of the bed.  At one point, Tanya looked back
over her shoulder directly into the camera and smiled;
she knew it was there.  The view of the boy's prick
sliding in and out of Tanya's ass was amazing.  Will
gasped when the gorgeous teenage girl actually grinned
at the camera, then rached back and spread her ass
cheeks, making the view of her butthole even more
amazing.  Blood rushed to Will's cock in response to
the scene.

Obviously, 'Bobby' liked the view as well.  He moaned
loudly in obvious orgasm.  'That's it, Bobby.  Squirt
your little load up there!' encouraged the girl's
voice on the tape.  'Get it all in there.  I'll save
it for you.  I promise.'

Will wasn't sure what that last part meant, but he
hardly cared.  He was simply mesmerized by the way in
which Tanya was riding her ass on that dick.  She kept
herself balanced on her knees so her hands could keep
her buttcheeks spread for maximum viewing pleasure;
she loved the camera like a porn star.  Will could
actually see her ass muscles squeezing on the head of
this Bobby's dick.  Milking it.  Draining it.  As he
came in her ass, Tanya slowed her actions but only
finally stopped when Bobby reached down and pushed her
off his now overly-sensitive glans.

Tanya giggled joyfully.  With her hands still pulling
apart her cheeks, she lifted her ass into the air,
arched her back, and put her face to the floor.  She
smiled as her butthole gaped open, revealing the
reddened flesh inside coated with a film of white cum.

The girl was a top grade professional butt slut.

Will let out a long exhaled breath and then finally a
grunt as he not-so-casually grabbed his cock through
his shorts and freed it from the painful bent position
into which it had quickly stiffened.  Why did he have
to wear such tight shorts?

The image on the screen paused, capturing that gaping
asshole frozen in time.  He realized that Sasha was
sitting on his desk with the remote.

She stared at the hand in his crotch.  "I guess you
like what you see, huh?"

Will realized he was grabbing his dick while watching
home made porn ... with the girl's mother sitting next
to him.  He coughed in response and straighted up in
his chair.

Sasha chuckled.  "Don't worry, Willy.  I want you to
like it.  In fact, I want your dick to get hard.  You
see, Willy, I want you to buttfuck my daughter."

Will's eye's grew wide and his mouth dropped open in
shock.

"You know, sodomize her.  Cornhole her.  Ream her
tight little ass.  Fuck her where the sun don't
shine."

Will just stared back in disbelief.

"Ohh, you're wondering why, aren't you?  Well, as you
can see, my darling Tanya has the makings of a world
class slut.  She's taken on half her senior class by
now and pulled some damn long trains for the football
team.  But up to now, it's all been straight pussy
action.  Those boys are eager to get at her ass, but
... I just don't think she's ready.  That's where you
come in."

Will's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"You see, Will, with those tight shorts you're always
wearing, anyone can see that you've got a decent sized
cock stuffed in there.  When you get a hardon in those
stupid things, everyone can see whether or not you're
circumsized, ferchrisakes."

He frowned at the use of the word 'stupid', but Sasha
cut him off with a wave of her hand.

"C'mon, Willy.  No man should wear shorts that tight."
 Her gaze fell to his lap.  "You've got 6 and 3/4
neatly circumsized inches tucked in there.  Go ahead
and drop those dumbass shorts, Willy.  Let's see if
I'm wrong."

Will just stared at her.

"Drop 'em, Willy."

Realizing that one hell of a hot woman was demanding
to see his cock, Will quickly decided to comply.  He
stood up quickly and deftly peeled the sweaty
polyester and white cotton briefs down in a single
movement.  His 6 and 3/4 neatly circumsized inches
sprang out like a spring.

"Now sit down."

Will obeyed.  Since having his shorts around his
ankles in this office was quite familiar to him, Will
automatically grasped his cock and stared at the TV
screen -- like most afternoons.

"Uhh, Will?  It's not terribly polite to whack off in
front of your collegues, so .. uhh ... grab ahold of
those armrests for me, wouldja?"

Will did as she asked.  His cock jutted out of his
lap, wavering slightly as if caught in a gentle
breeze.

"That's better.  Not a bad looking piece of meat,
considering the source.  I like the look of it poking
up there from your lap like that.  Get used to sitting
like that, ok?"

His brow wrinkled in confusion at that last part, but
Sasha continued.

"Now, take a look at Bobby's pitiful little pecker."

He looked at the still image of Bobby's spent dick on
the screen.  It did look a little small, he thought,
but ... he just came, right?

"How could any good mother thoughtlessly send her
daughter to get buttfucked by the basketball team when
only that little twig has been up there?  Some of
those guys are HUGE."

Will instantly thought of Boyd LaRue, the new 6' 9"
forward.  Even though he wasn't part of the basketball
coaching staff, he'd caught a glimpse of Boyd in the
shower.  Ok, quite a few glimpses.  Sasha was right. 
Those guys could have some enormous cocks.

"So I figured I might be able to coax you into helping
stretch her out a little bit.  I'd like yours to be
the first man-sized cock to penetrate her tight little
butthole -- Bobby's boyish little prick really doesn't
count.  I've seen the way you look at her when she
comes to visit.  Your eyes are practically glued to
her ass."

He looked again to the TV screen.  The girl did have a
fantastic ass.

"Spring break is coming up.  You will have one week of
free reign over my daughter's butthole.  I want you to
ream her little starfish as much and as often as you
can.  Only her ass.  You can stay at our house and
she'll be at your beck and call.  As often as you can
get it up, she'll milk a load out of you with that
talented sphincter."

Will was mesmerized by the image of Tanya's stretched,
gaping, semen-coated asshole paused on the screen
before him.  Sasha's words were driving him insane. 
He gripped the armrests tightly as he resisted the
urge to grab ahold of his twitching cock.  It felt
like it would burst in his lap.  He wanted Tanya.  He
wanted that ass.  It seemed ... too good to be true. 
There had to be ... a catch.

"I can tell you're interested, but ... you're
wondering, 'What's the catch?', aren't you?" asked
Sasha.

The woman was a mind reader, thought Will as he
nodded.

Sasha grinned.  That grin scared Will just more than a
little.  "Watch carefully, Willy"  She un-paused the
video.

Will watched as Tanya smiled at the camera and waved
her ass around a bit in the air.  Her gaped open hole
twitched shut and the dark hole was replaced by a
pearly gob of white goo -- cum -- pushed out of her
ass.  Damn, that looked hot.

Will then realized that the waving action of Tanya's
ass was actually caused by her moving backward on her
hands and knees.  Before he could even wonder why,
Tanya's facial expression changed to a much more
wicked smile as she rocked upright -- jamming her
cumfilled ass right down on the poor boy's face.

Will gasped and choked.

On the screen, Tanya began to rock back and forth,
grinding down on Bobby's head.  At first, Will assumed
the boy would push her off, but quickly realized that
the motions of his head indicated he was ... licking. 
Licking and sucking.

Bobby was eating his own cum out of Tanya's ass. 
Will's breathing came to a standstill.  He was
mesmerized.

As Tanya began to moan and buck from his actions,
Bobby reached up and pulled her gyrating hips down
onto his face.

Tanya began to moan in quick huffs of breath.  The
moans began to turn into screams.  She was cumming. 
She was cumming hard while having cum licked out of
her ass.  Damn, that looked hot.

Just as her screams reached a crescendo, the scene
jumped to a new closeup shot of Tanya's face --
different time, different place.  Will exhaled in
disappointment at missing her peak from the last
scene, but realized from the dazed look and matted
hair that he was looking at a recently fucked Tanya
... which regained his interest.  The face on the
screen looked groggily into the camera, smiled, and
silently mouthed 'Hi, Mommy'.  The camera pulled back
and panned down to show a well-fucked, cum covered
pussy.  Shaved, of course.  Even though Will half
expected it, he still gasped as he saw the back of
Bobby's head enter from the bottom of the screen and
bury itself between Tanya's thighs.  A new set of
Tanya's moans ensued as her hands clutched Bobby's
head and pulled it hard against her crotch.

The video flipped through several more short scenes
taken at different times and occasions.  Each showed
young Bobby pressing his face into a sloppy crotch
then licking and sucking the gooey contents.

"As you can see, Bobbby is a cumsucker.  A champion
cumsucker, actually.  Tanya has successfully trained
him to willingly and lovingly eat cum from her pussy
and asshole.  And while young Bobby has eaten the
semen of dozens of different men from her snatch, he's
only eaten his own cum from her asshole.  A few nights
ago, he joined the ranks of heterosexual cocksuckers
... and he's already proving to be a master."

As if on cue, the scene on the video changed to an
image of Bobby's head bobbing up and down on a rather
fair sized cock.  Will could hear Tanya and Sasha's
voices in the background urging Bobby on.  He looked
rather dedicated to his task -- stroking and pumping
with his hands, following his tightly clasped lips up
and down.  The look on his face was ... odd.  Like he
didn't want to be there, but ... couldn't help
himself.

"Bobby will be an active part of your week with Tanya,
Willy.  He'll personally suck out and swallow every
load you shoot up her ass.  He'll lick your cock clean
afterward and suck you hard for the next round when
necessary.  Can you handle that, Willy?"

Will simply nodded.

Sasha smiled.  "Tanya has told me of a particular
fantasy of hers.  Since even a horny little geek like
you will need an occasional rest, she intends to step
out at times to get her pussy loaded up by her
football team friends.  She'll call and let you know
she's on her way home.  When she returns, you're to be
sitting on the couch with Bobby keeping your cock rock
hard and well lubricated with spit.  She'll climb on
your lap facing her darling Bobby and slide her ass
down on your cock.  Bobby will then lick the two of
you with long, lapping strokes -- starting at your
balls and ending at her clit.  As your gentle pumping
action in her ass forces the sperm of her other lovers
out of her cunt, Bobby will slurp up every drop.  When
you finally blow your load up inside her, she'll
squeeze it back onto your cock for Bobby to clean. 
She's a nasty, nasty girl, Willy.  Can you work with
that?"

Will's white-knuckle grip on the arms of his chair was
tighter than ever.  His cock swayed and twitched in
his lap, fully engorged.  Oh yeah, he could work with
that.  He nodded slowly.

"Good!  But ... uhh ... there is one more little thing
to work out.  You see, Bobby's participation isn't the
'catch' I mentioned."

Will's eyebrows lifted in question.

"It ... it may be a lot to ask of you, Willy.  I'm
pretty sure you're right for the job, but ... well, I
want you to keep an open mind."

Will arched his eyebrows further in an exaggerated
look of 'Yessss?'

"You see, Willy, at the end of your week of
buttfucking my daughter, I want you to become like
Bobby."

His breath caught short in his chest.

"After that week, it will be your tongue lapping semen
from a well fucked pussy.  It will be your mouth that
opens to accept a hard cock guided in by a female
hand.  It will be your face underneath a pair of
sticky thighs.  All the duties that Bobby currently
has will be yours -- except not with Tanya, of course
-- I have a different source of protein in mind for
you.  Are you still interested?"

He didn't say a word.  Couldn't say a word.  He tried
hard not to move a muscle.  This was too much
information to absorb at once.  The thought that this
woman would offer up her daughter's ass was one thing.
Her cumsucking boyfriend was another.  But the
thought becoming just like him?  He couldn't process
it.

But then he felt it.  A mixture of warmth and coolness
just below the head of his dick.  He glanced down
fearfully and saw it.  A large drop of clear pre-cum
had just oozed out of his twitching hard cock and
began to drip down the shaft.  He looked back up at
Sasha, wide-eyed.

Sasha smirked, looking rather pleased with herself. 
"While you're thinking about that, Willy, let me tell
you what I have in mind.  While I can't offer you the
job of Tanya's cumsucker, I can sweeten the offer for
you.  You see, Willy, what I'm offering you is
cheerleader pussy.  Fresh, young, athletic, slutty,
delicious, cumfilled cheerleader pussy.  The entire JV
squad -- I've talked it over with them.  You've been
trying to gain their attention for months now, right? 
Well, now you'll have them gently stroking your hair
and telling you what a good boy you are as you slurp
warm semen from their tasty little cunts.  Does that
make it more attractive to you, Willy?"

He swallowed hard with a loud gulping sound.

"Oh, I know.  You're wondering why I'm asking so much
of you, right?  Why this is necessary?  Well, Willy,
it's all about psychology.  As the athletic
department's psychology advisor, it's my job to find
ways to improve team performance and morale.  It's a
well established fact at this school that every team
needs a cumgobbling little pussy boy in order to truly
achieve.  It's been the the dirty little secret of our
success for over a century now.  Every team on campus
already has at least one punk bobbing knob in the
locker room -- every team except one, that is.  Do you
know which team, Willy?"

Will shook his nead numbly.

"Lacrosse, Willy!  Your team!  And things aren't
looking too good in pre-season scrimmages, Willy, so
I've put to the task of finding a cumhole for the team
ASAP.  So I've come directly to you, the team's backup
junior secondary coach ... or whatever.  I've had my
eye on you ever since you came on staff.  In fact, I
was the one who recommended they hire you.  Did you
know that?"

Will shook his head again.

"Anyway, Willy, the lacrosse team needs you.  They
need your mouth, anyway.  The players need the sense
of power they get from pumping a load into the throat
of someone like you.  Or the secret thrill of sending
their cheerleader girlfriends to your office for a
good cunt cleaning.  You see, lacrosse doesn't quite
have the glory of football or basketball, does it?  So
it's a lot harder to find sissy boys willing to spend
a little time on their knees for the team.  And of
course, there's the other problem.  You know what the
other problem is, don't you Willy?"

A slow headshake indicated that Will did not.

"The main problem with the lacrosse team is that it's
bascially a white-man's game ... there are no black
players on the team."

Will's eyes widened a bit.  'She couldn't know!' he
thought.

"It's usually quite easy for teams with mostly black
players to find a white punk.  Once a few freshman
girls have been turned out for black cock, it's only a
matter of time till one of their hometown sweethearts
catches a whiff of negro semen in her stretched out
cunt.  Or some waterboy detects the scent of white
pussy on a black dick in the locker room.  Then, Boom
... a punk is born and within a week he's gaining
weight from his new high protein diet," Sasha giggled.

Willy swallowed hard as a flush of fear swept through
his body.  She couldn't know!  She couldn't know about
Darien.  About Darien's cock.  About Darien's long,
thick, delicious black cock.

* * *

Will shook his head almost imperceptibly to clear his
mind of the vision of a glistening black phallus that
had just appeared there.  As Sasha continued
discussing the role of the team punk, Will's mind
wandered back to his days on the high school football
team.

She couldn't possibly know about that.  She couldn't
know about the night when Darien Lucas, the team's
star running back, came back to their road-game motel
room complaining about "that cocktease of a waitress"
from the cafe across the parking lot.  

Will still remembered clearly how a drunken Darien
stormed awkwardly into the room.  How the waitress had
run off with some lame excuse about not getting
pregnant.  How Darien had yanked down his shorts to
reveal his huge hardon still shiny with fresh pussy
juices.  How he'd complained, 'Now what am I supposed
to do with this?'"  How he worried that he'd never get
to sleep now.  Worried how lack of sleep would lose
them the game tomorrow.

Will's memories of the next few minutes were a little
fuzzy, he had to admit.  He remembered being on his
knees.  He remembered the tangy flavor of the waitress
still clinging to Darien's cock.  He remembered the
warm flood of semen in his mouth.  What he couldn't
remember was ever actually deciding to become a
cocksucker, but ... that's what he became that night.

The next day, Darien rushed for 226 yards and set a
new conference record.

If there was any sense of embarrassment over what had
happened, it disappeared when Darien began to call
Will his 'good luck charm'.  He and Darien roomed
together for the remainder of that season.  The night
before every road game, Darien sat on the edge of the
motel bed and got his 'lucky blowjob'.  Before home
games, they 'studied the playbook' at Darien's place
the night before.

The team went undefeated from then on, led by the
performance of their all-star running back.

Darien was cool.  As his record setting season
continued, he had plenty of women hanging on him every
night.  But before a game, he would always tell the
girls that he was 'saving himself'.  He's still fuck
'em, of course, but he'd always bring the cumload to
Will.  "Savin' it for m'boy," he'd always say as Will
slurped on his pussy covered cock.

The team took state that year.  43-7 in the final
game.

Darien was asked to interview at 6 ivy league schools.
Before he went off to visit the first of them, he
stopped and saw Will ... for good luck.  He got
offered a full ride.  After that, he saw Will nearly
every day for the rest of the summer.  It was never a
'gay' thing for either of them.  They both loved
pussy, right?  Darien loved fucking pussy and Will
loved sucking pussy juice off his cock.  Darien had
plenty of girlfriends and fucked them day and night
all summer long.  He just knew where to get the best
blowjob in town and took full advantage of it.  Most
of the time, he arrived with a cock fresh from fucking
a willing cunt or ass.  He knew Will liked that.  Most
often, he'd save the cum.  He knew Will liked that,
too.  And even when Darien did leave his load inside
some cheerleader, Will could always coax one more out
of him.  It took a bit longer and was a bit more
challenging, but ... Will liked that, too.

Eventually, the summer had to end.  Darien finally
chose from the best of the offers and headed off
across the country.  There was no way for a 2nd
stringer like Will to get a scholarship and he
certainly couldn't afford it.  They said goodbye with
a seven blowjob suckfest that lasted all night ...
with a final treat in the parking lot of the airport. 
Darien wanted to make sure he was completely 'stocked
up' ... for good luck.

It must have worked.  Darien went on to bowl-game fame
in college and eventually to the pros.  His success
rubbed off on everyone.  Nine players from that team
got full rides to college.  Two others made the pros. 
Being part of that team even allowed a 2nd string
receiver like Will to land an assistant coaching
position here at the university.  And ... if you
looked at it right ... you could chalk it all up to
one freaked out waitress and an eager little
cocksucker named Will Down.

* * *

" ... pumping and stroking and sucking until ...
Willy?  Willy, are you listening to me?"

His eyes darted back and forth as he realized he'd
been caught daydreaming.

"Pay attention, Willy!  I don't think that a guy like
*you* will want to miss out on this opportunity.  I
think my daughter's ass speaks for itself and ... dear
God, Willy ... you'd never get near it or any other
piece of high caliber ass on you own, that's for sure.
In fact, I doubt you'd even have a shot at those
hairy vegetarian chicks in the art department.  But my
way, you'll be bathing in the hottest pussy on campus
on a daily basis.  Sure, that pussy will be full of
the fuckjuice of other men, but at least it's pussy,
right Willy?"

His eyes narrowed as he tried to decide if he should
be insulted.

"Anyway.  Listen, now that you know what I'm offering,
let's talk."  Sasha sat on the far side of Will's desk
and began moving the few sparse contents off to the
sides.  "I know you spend a lot of afternoons in that
chair with a raging hardon watching your little porn
collection.  You sit there with those ugly ass shorts
around your ankles and your hands pumping furiously
away at your cock.  Well, Willy my dear, I propose a
few minor changes to that daily ritual."

Will coughed quietly as she moved around the desk and
sat on the desk edge in front of him.  She hooked the
arm of his rolling chair with her foot and pulled it
forward, then swung her leg over his head, spreading
her legs wide in front of him.  Her short skirt crept
up her thighs.  She wasn't wearing panties.

"Would you like to hear my ideas, Willy?" she asked in
a quiet voice.

He nodded, his eyes firmly glued to her pussy.  Her
naked, shaved pussy.  Her obviously fresh-fucked,
cum-soaked pussy.

"The porn will be gone.  You'll still sit in that
chair.  And your shorts will still be around your
ankles.  And you'll still have a glass-cutting hardon
much like you do now.  But your hands will be busy. 
They'll be cupping the nubile young ass of a
cheerleader as you lift her semen filled gash up to
your hungry, cum-seeking mouth.  Or stroking and
pumping the load from a varsity player's thick cock
into your thirsty, demanding throat."

Will's shoulders sagged as the last of his breath left
his chest in a long, exaggerated heave of air.  His
head swam and his vision closed in slightly.  His cock
felt like it would burst.

"Oooh.  I can see you like the idea, Willy.  I think
you just reached a full 7 inches there," teased Sasha,
gesturing toward his crotch.

He did like the idea.  He hated the fact that he liked
the idea, but ... he liked the idea.  His rigid cock
told him so.

"You're asking yourself ... 'Why me?  How could I be
so lucky?', right?  Well, you *ought* to consider
yourself fortunate, Willy!  Not many white boys with
dicks your size get offered something like this.  The
little 4-inchers are a shoe-in, but for a fella with
your package to be permitted the chance to swill down
cum like this is a rarity.  Cheerleaders won't mount
their wellfucked pussies on the face of just anyone,
y'know ... it takes a certain kind of, uhh, 'man' for
that.  And the privilege of sucking dick for the team
is not to be taken lightly, Willy.  You're truly
lucky."

Will nodded slowly.

"And all I'm asking in return is that you fuck my
daughter's ass for a week, Willy.  In exchange, you'll
get to watch the best cumsucker in the county at work.
Just watching Bobby clean off the last girljuice to
ever grace your cock will teach you so much about your
new life.  You can learn a lot from him ... and all
I'm asking for is a little buttfucking from you, ok?"

Will continued to nod.  That sounded fair.

"Oh, but we will have to get you some new clothes. 
Those shorts have to go, obviously, but we'll also
have to get rid of that lame nickname embroidered onto
your shirts.  Honestly, William Down, giving yourself
the moniker "Touch" Down just because you caught one
bobbled and tipped Hail Mary pass back in high school
just isn't going to fly.  No, I think your new
nickname will be ... " she pondered briefly, "...
"Go".  Yes, Will "Go" Down.  That will work nicely."

Hey, thought Will silently, that was a solid play! 
Just because we ended up losing the game doesn't
change the fact tha--

"And, Willy," Sasha continued coyly, "if you do a good
enough job on your knees for the lacrosse team, I'm
prety sure I can reserve a similar spot for you on
some of the other more prestigious teams for next
year.  Possibly baseball.  Maybe even ... football or
basketball."

Will's eyes widened.  Basketball.  Definitely
basketball, his mind screamed.  I want to suck Boyd
LaRue's cock.  His big, black cock.  Suck it until it
cums in my mouth.  Suck it every d--

"So, Willy, you can walk away now or ... you can have
one week of the hottest buttfucking you'll ever get a
shot at ... followed by a new life of cocksucking and
cumswallowing like you've never imagined.  So, either
get up, pull those ridiculous shorts up from around
your ankles, and leave me here," she paused for
moment, then continued in a softer voice, "or press
your face into the gooey warmth between my legs and
let me know what kind of man you really ... aren't."

Will watched intently as Sasha's pussy contracted and
relaxed.  A small glob of white cum formed at the
lips.  A slight 'oof' came out as he exhaled
involuntarily.

"You've been a bit quiet, Willy.  So ... what do you
say?"

"One qu-question," said Will, the crack in his voice
making him realize that these were the first words
he'd spoken aloud since Sasha entered.  "When you
first came in the room, you mentioned contact lenses. 
Why contact lenses?"

"Oh, yes.  Of course.  Well, Willy, glasses would only
get in the way when all those pretty cheerleaders are
mounting your face.  Plus, when a cock get shoved
completely down your throat, the frames might get
tangled up in the player's pubic hair ... especially
when their hips buck and jump as squirt after squirt
of hot cum get blown directly into your belly."

* * *

Will's new contact lenses allowed him to focus
perfectly on the special glint in Sasha's eye as she
pumped and stroked the lacrosse captain's cock into
his mouth.  She was paying him a special visit to
check on his progress over the last few weeks.  He did
his best to impress her with his cocksucking skill,
but ... he still wasn't sure how he felt about the
whole thing.  Sure, the team was winning again he got
to eat all the sperm he wanted from some truly sexy
pussies, asses, and cocks, but ... he missed Tanya. 
He missed her ass.  He missed the way she pulled it
open to show him how wide her hole had gotten.  How
much cum he'd shot up there.  How much cum he'd left
inside for Bobby to slurp out.  

Damn, that had been one hell of a week!

As he felt the first shot of salty goo hit the back of
his throat, he realized that he no longer wanted to
fuck Tanya's ass.  As he nudged Sasha's hand out of
the way and jammed his lips down until they hit pubic
hair, he thought about how much he wanted to suck cum
from Tanya's gaping hole.  As he struggled to keep the
jumping and bucking cock buried in his throat, he
realized just how jealous of Bobby he was.  He felt a
'coldness' within him.  The bitter coldness of ...
envy.

But ss his newly trained throat muscles squeezed and
milked the last spurts of semen deep in his throat, he
felt the warmth of yet another job well down slide
down his gullet.  A warmth that cancelled the icy
jealousy.

As he heard the delighted squeals of two waiting
members of the JV squad, he remembered just how
fortunate he was.  When he thought about the delicious
cumloads he'd be momentarily cleaning from their
shaved cunts, he knew that two in the mouth was worth
one in his dreams.  And as he heard the groan of the
lacrosse captain and soothing encouragement of Sasha's
voice in his ear, he knew that this was where he
belonged -- serving the team, serving team cock,
serving team pussy.

But that Bobby sure was one lucky cumsucker!


To be continued ...


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Copyright (c) April, 2004 - A.K.A.
The above is a work of fiction, intended solely for
entertainment.  Any similarity to actual persons,
living or dead, is done purely to make them look like
the total perverts that they are.
Remember, the exchange of bodily fluids between sexual
partners -- including the eager and rabid swilling of
a stranger's sperm -- is against the recommendation of
the surgeon general's office.  They think it's pretty
damn freaky, too.                                  AKA