Cock Boys Ch. 03: Kyle & Scotty

Huge 19yo brawny Kyle & Twink Scotty submit to 18yo alpha Twunk Billy.

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**Any sexual activity described is with characters 18 years old or older**

This month's high school tale involves two new Cock Boys getting trained; falling under Billy's seductive spell weeks apart. First Billy takes Kyle surprisingly easily, followed by Scotty's teasing turn out. Don't worry about poor muscled John. Even with the new Cock Boy action, he was getting loads of Billy cum down his throat and up his needy muscled ass.

Cock Boys 3: Kyle and Scotty

Cock Boys 3: Kyle's Turn

March yields a 2nd boy, Kyle:

Going back a bit, I hadn't yet fucked my best friend and Cock Boy John. I could tell he liked my control. You couldn't honestly say the naive teen liked the denial associated with my training. He definitely got off on it, much to his frustration and embarrassment. To my inexperienced surprise, he continued along willingly. Sure it was to 'boost his T', but my boy isn't a dummy. Far from it. What he does love about it is being hard so often, leaking up a storm, is addicted to his jocked exhibitionist life and gets off on feeling my hands and words of praise practically non-stop. All together making his willing denial worth it. Getting him worked up enough to finally tap his muscled bubble butt was progressing also.

Constant teasing was keeping the poor boy horny and desperate to nut. He complained of course, but I loved how it focused him to our cock. He looked at me with a fire and hunger for our cock, making me more excited about the plan. I wanted him begging for a pounding in his boi pussy daily. That didn't mean I wasn't looking for new Cock Boy challenges. The seductive hunger that John ignited in me needed fresh meat.

The trill of seducing and teasing John turned me on as much as actually fooling around together. He let me discover my special skill and I wasn't about to waste it second guessing typical teen or small town convention. The power over him manifested physically for me as a steady drip of pre-cum when teasing him. That burning feeling in my cock was so strong it drove me to look for other boys to train. Identifying horny boys was easy. All the boys were horny, hormone filled teens. Actually selecting a good prospect would be the first step to building a stable of Cock Boys. The success I was about to experience only served to develop me into a successful Stable trainer and keeper. Seeing new Cock Boys initially resist the temptation to surrender proved to be the catalyst that drove me to go after the next boy. I loved the lust that built up (in me for sure and in the dripping boy) while seducing and training him.

Urges and plans to nut in more Cock Boys' holes were occupying my horny teen thoughts. Images of fucking John and new boys were filling my head. John would have likely submitted his boi pussy sooner; taking him how I eventually did proved to the perfect bottom transition for my lifelong friend. He'd never nut stroking his cock again.

Outside of the locker room, Tyler's growing excitement around John & I would force me to put him in play very soon. Either he'd lose it and jump John or I'd first move to control his training. You probably think that he'd be my next active Cock Boy. Letting him toy with John's muscles, ass, and jocked hard-on, often wet and bulging, were leading to his rightful place with me. It worried me a bit, the cute Twink Tyler was getting more forceful when feeling up my boy. And that goes without mentioning their shared jock wearing obsession and sexy home jock clad exhibition, these last few months.

The boys at school weren't so shy anymore when throwing dripping rods in the shower or coming and going from the shower. No one dared call anyone out either, since he'd likely be the next one teased. The amount of testosterone floating around was in direct relation to the hardness of teen dicks in the team showers. Most boys were straight and didn't look much at the other boys (or forced themselves to look away), the exceptions being when they saw John and I.

John's only chance to get at his cock was in the high school showers. Once his jock came off, my horny boy's free cock was hard or half hard until he pulled on a jock again. He always jacked himself a few times when showering. How could a guy not complement John on his big stiff 8-inch cock or my massive girthy hard meat. The straights and potential Cock Boys were simply stating the obvious; not saying anything would have been more awkward. All eyes couldn't help but notice our big swinging 5" soft or massive hard teen cocks.

Watching horny dudes in a locker room stripping before or after weight lifting turned out to be the easiest way to choose a new prospective Cock Boy. John set the stage in his jock, priming more than just my cock. His jock clad transformation caught the eye of at least two future Cock Boys, as he paraded around the past few months. Stripped to one of his white day jocks, my muscled boy wouldn't finish changing into his gear until making his way around the locker room. Getting everyone to guess the color of the athletic jock hidden in his backpack had become a normal routine by now and an anticipated game, if not a tasty treat for a few of us boys.

Most of the boys high fived John as he passed and all but a few boys complemented or praised his muscle gains. John pointed to me saying "Coach Billy set me up with a custom workout." Beaming a big smile at me, my boy couldn't help himself from stealing a quick glance at my package.

As my Cock Boy pulled on his blue pouch, with white bands, two boys reactions made my 7" cock twitch. A brawny grade 12 stud, Kyle, and a Twink student teacher on placement, Scotty, both starred a little too long at John and his jocked naked muscles. The real prospect of training more Cock Boys got my hard-on throbbing in my briefs. Scotty's eyes racked over John's muscles and followed his ass around the room. Kyle couldn't take his eyes off John's bulge as he parade and changed. This continued for a week, sealing my resolve to make moves on them. They didn't know it, but they would soon be happily servicing my cock. By then I'd realized how badly they craved cock and how much they needed an excuse to be seduced into Cock Boy submission.

I caught Kyle glancing up from a longing stare at John's jock. John's meaty beast filled his pouch whether 5" soft or 8" hard. Kyle's huge shoulders and deltoids were tensed as he pulled on his white Adidas socks. I held his gaze, smirking before big Kyle turned away embarrassed to be caught looking at John. He finished dressing quickly before hurrying off to the weight room.

Kyle was hard when changing, showering and dressing. He tried shrugging it off to all the testosterone coursing through his huge muscled body. Always following up with a big bicep flex. He usually gave his dick a few strokes in the showers, when he though we weren't looking. He suffered from hormone laced tunnel vision when staring at John's or my cock. Thinking because he didn't see me noticing him that I mustn't have noticed. His eyes never looked at any of the other boys when showering.

Kyle was an impressive example of bulging teen muscle, at 240 lbs, the towering 6'3" brawny stud looked like the ultimate alpha dream boy. He eclipsed all the other boys, Coach Dan, and easy dwarfed the new placement college Twink Scotty. Not to mention yours truly's 5'11" tight Twunk body. However, my girthy 7-inch cock out-classed big Kyle in the showers, much to his eye's delight apparently.

Nervous that's his secret desires had betrayed him, Kyle kept glancing over to me between sets. Maybe the big stud was trying to gauge my reaction or trying to figure out why I smirked at him. He likely got his answer when I held his gaze, causing him to quickly look away again. What a cute horny boy, his teen dick responded with an involuntary twitch from being caught. He didn't want to believe it, but he knew I knew he craved cock. Big Kyle was red from embarrassment, not from lifting.

I decided a little test could gauge Kyle's potential. After laying down to bench 250 lbs, I approached him. "Hey boy, let me spot you", while moving to straddle his head. Anyone looking would see a safety conscious coaching assistant spotting for his athlete.

Meanwhile, Kyle's eyes popped seeing my package hanging over him. Closing in on a new Cock Boy had me half hard. He looked hungry for a feeding, not like he wanted me to move back.

I kept staring down until he looked past my bulging package, "How many?". Asking him how many reps he planned momentarily distracted his dirty thoughts. His eyes were locked on mine.

"Ah, I do 10 reps." Followed more softly by, "Little close dude?".

Ignoring his question, I flexed my dick, making my shorts jump above him. Frozen in place but beginning to sweat, Kyle closed his eyes while simultaneously grabbing the bar on either side of me. A sure sign he would lift for me without further protest. This submissive Cock Boy feared drawing attention to himself and was obviously liking my 'innocent' spotter stance. He all but licked his sexy lips.

A virgin and not having ever given into his years of manly desires, the big muscled stud was loosing focus. Years of practice, carefully and repeatedly suppressing horny gay thoughts were dangerously close to being undone. Getting hornier by the second, teen Kyle tried thinking of girls to prevent a hard-on in front of me and the boys. Sadly for him, the slim chance that I was flirting betrayed his best efforts.

Like so many hugely muscular guys, Kyle had been channelling his gay boy desires into his muscles. He was caught in a hormone induced loop, getting horny when flexing his muscle; while also pushing himself to lift harder and thus gaining more muscle to try to quench his gay temptations.

Lifting and flexing in front of the boys naturally got him horny, even if no one was looking (as if right?). Training until covered in sweat and exhausted kept his blood from pumping up his dick fully. Still, his chubbing dick leaked through to his shorts. It was well camouflaged by the dripping sweat, soaking his muscle-tee and shorts. Dick filled dreams returned as he flexed between sets in front of the big mirror, glancing around always hoping muscled boys or men were checking him out. He couldn't help but dream and fantasize about being taken by another big muscle stud. Kyle had never once touched or kissed a boy. No boy had dared touch him either, for fear of a pounding (not up the ass sadly).

Quenching his gay, dick dreams had always been an out of reach fantasy for the closeted small town teen. He definitely liked the shower scene in high school. Free to let his dripping, hard 6-inches spring a bonner in front of the team was his only active gay outlet. Otherwise, he was constantly forced to rearrange his package, praying it wouldn't go fully hard changing, during training or lifting sessions. Jumping into his next set, lifting max weight, was the only slightly effective distraction from his horny thoughts.

You need a strong drive and dedication (resolve) to build a sculpted brawny body. How the needy boy didn't breakdown and stroke himself in front of us was another measure of his resolve. A misplaced, repressive resolve now teetering on collapse.

Kyle was torn and unsure what was happening. He couldn't be sure if I was just teasing and helping or if a boy was finally openly flirting. The idea of a younger twink teen coming on to him hadn't occurred to him. He found the idea surprisingly exciting. The Twink, Billy, (me) was hot and his coaching authority was an added turn-on for the brawny teen.

Kyle's tried to focus on the weight, grunting his way through the first few 250lbs bench reps. Why was he so turned on by Billy, a smaller boy? Kyle, for all his muscle mass, was a born submissive. Not knowing any different, his fantasies around gay sex had him 'naturally' in charge or as an equal muscle stud to some other big stud.

I spread my legs just enough to lightly tap my sweaty musky package on his forehead as he lifted his 6th rep. Kyle just about dropped the bar on his chest. I smiled down into his stunned eyes, "Need help keeping it up boy?".

Sweat had already soaked his hair and dripped down the side of his chiselled face. His eyes shot up to meet my gaze, shocked by our 'accidental' contact. He either couldn't speak or didn't hoping for more.

Straining to recover, Kyle arched his back pushing up to resume benching. That exposed his hard abs for my wandering eyes. Next, he pushed up his hips with the strain, continuing lifting and exposing his underwear in the process.

The boy was becoming tastier with each rep. I leaned closer, not quit tapping him again. Kyle had his head back under my crotch with his back arched off the bench so much that his nose was nuzzled into my shorts rubbing against my full balls.

I encouraged him on, letting my package tap his nose and brush his hair aside, all the while counting down his last reps.

Meanwhile, John had stopped lifting, looking at me with a mixture of jealous desire and questioning disbelief. He better than anyone knew what Kyle was experiencing.

"Give me another Kyle, you love this", (this = my cock to Kyle or this = lifting to anyone else around). My eyes bore into his, his breathing was quickening and his shorts were showing movement. He wasn't able to look away, trapped between my legs benching his last rep.

After his last rep, I stepped around to help him up. Kyle looked up trying to suppress a sexy smile. It was all the more cute mixed with his eyes, filled with so much pent up desire. You'd normally see that much desire when edging. I guess his gay dreams had been edging for years.

Kyle leaned in quietly whispering, "Billy, I'm straight, you got it wrong".

A few of my trademark ass pats proceeded, "Oh big boy, don't think so."

"Look at me", as he whispered flexing his huge sexy biceps, "I'm not into dudes".

At 6'3' and 240 lbs of lean muscle, he had a point about his stereotypical look. Too bad the boy didn't actually desire a stereotypical hetero partner. After seeing him react to John and now my teasing, gay Cock Boy desire was written across his forehead, despite his weak denial.

Our interaction served to confirm my selection. The easiest locker room conquest would be Kyle, the school's toughest defence man. Scotty was also in my sights. At 6'3", Kyle was the most brawny stud on the roster, much bigger than John. At 19 years old he was also the oldest player, having failed a year in grade 4. His haunted eye betrayed his suppressed gay desires. Come to think about it, I hadn't seen him dating any of the girls since grade 10. A taste of danger had me both horny to break him and a little scared. Kyle was, in grade 12, much taller, but most importantly he obeyed my hockey and training commands without ever back talking. I remembered the huge teen who jumped to this small 5'11" coaching instructions. He never called me Sir or Coach, but the way he said 'yes Billy' was now music to my ears.

The next day, I called him over to my small office, once he had his skates and pads off, to tell him he needed an extra session in the weight room after practice. He filled the room, as he stood beside me in his sweaty compression shirt and tight compression trunks, while I patted his ass thanking him for coming over. He towered over me, looking down as we spoke. I explained my concerns about his development while simply resting my palm on his ass. He practically broke right there. I instructed him to come down for a quick session. Fuck, he just nodded a ' yes Billy' turning to follow me out.

I detoured to tell John to wait by his locker. Something he loved to do in his jock. I knew he'd get off showing his body & full jock to the other boys as they started filling in for practice.

Kyle was waiting when I burst into the weight room in just my short shorts and briefs. I greeted him and locked the door as he watched.

"Ok, you ready for a serious muscle inspection boy?"

"Yes Billy. Should I flex for you?"

"Not yet, just take off your shirt and those shorts. Let's see those muscles."

Unable to disobey me in four years, he dropped his sweaty compression shorts and pulled off his damp muscle shirt. Let's face it, he wanted to strip for me and ached for a male's touch. I took his clothes from him as he pealed off each piece, folding them slowly in front of him.

He turned to face me as I pulled up to his side, "Ready to go over your 'workout' plans?". My head was even with his wide shoulders. He smelled great, sweaty and in need of a shower.

"Yyou said, you'd show me what I'm missing Coach?" The big boy could barely speak.

He looked down to me as I stared at his throbbing cock in tiny bikini briefs. His mouth was half open as he sucked in much needed oxygen, uncertain were this was going. He already knew what he desperately wanted, desired, and was too afraid to pursue. Despite all his brawny muscle, the big boy was too weak to act on his true desires. I was poised to give him everything, yet he was second guessing his luck. His mind reeled with the possibility.

"Kyle, you need some training if you want to be in top shape, will you let me train you properly boy?"

He twitched in his bikini briefs as my fingers traced the material on his ass, not waiting for his yes. I traced the waistband riding high around his hard ass, circling across the top of his ass and down his thigh, across his hole and around the other side. Somehow I kept myself from touching his bulge.

"Yes Billy, please train me." He held his breath, swelling his chest in the excitement and seeming to grow even taller under my teasing touch.

I thought my constant talking was distracting him into letting me feel him up. We 'agreed' to focus the workout on a few of his less developed muscle. Lightly touching him, I pointed out how they were important for overall fitness. By now, I had felt him up everywhere, purposely avoiding his bulge. He was embarrassed to have neglected himself. Perfect, an embarrassed and horny boy ripe for the breaking.

He was so ripe for Cock Boy service. Turned out Kyle had suppressed his horny needs for so long that he couldn't even think about stopping me. His little moans sealed his fate as they escaped from quivering lips, "Um, um, ahh".

It trilled me to have gotten so far. The reality that he could pound me to pulp wasn't lost on me. It added to the excitement.

"Get over here boy, time to put you to work."

"Yes Billy", was his most enthusiastic response yet.

I worked him over for 40 minutes, completing three shorts circuits. He was sweating nicely as he strained his big muscles in bikini briefs. I encouraged him with lots of praise, touching and ass pats. Oh, that boy's big, muscle ass was a fine treat for my hand and eyes.

Once done, he wiped sweat off with his loose muscle shirt, before walking back to me sporting a big muscle pump and a bouncing hardening cock. The level of horny energy between us was palpable and was fixed to boil over with a push by Coach Billy. I couldn't resist another tease and pulled him in for a bro hug.

He wrapped his big arms around me in thanks. My face was against his muscled pecs, so I reached out to flicked his left nipple with my tongue. He was unable to stop himself from grinding his bulge against my abs. He painted me in precum in obvious need.

He was use to playing the alpha on the team. He'd soon know his place. I hugged him back, "Happy to help my boys reach their potential".