The Ball Boy Experiment: Chapter 2: Team Meating - Sex Stories

The Ball Boy Experiment: Chapter 2: Team Meating

... other, and he go up and down, fucking each one of them, one by one, all three holes available to him, and there are actually six holes, and he'd fuck their pussies, and their asses, one at a time, and they would scream his name, and they would love him, and want to please him, and he'd want to please them, and they'd be connected, and whole, and together, and intimate, and dirty, and beautiful, and sweaty, and when he came, he'd come so hard it would cross his eyes, and there'd be so much that he'd cover them all, all three of them, and himself, and they'd all be painted white, and they'd all kiss, and swap his cum between them, and they would melt together, and he wouldn't stop being hard, and he'd be ready again, and he'd spend a long time in each one of them, facing them, and him inside them, and they'd be in love with his cock, and they would be screaming his name, Jake, they'd scream it louder, and louder, and together, Jake, in harmony, their music, his music, together, louder, higher, Jake, tighter, wetter, Jake, stronger, bolder, Jake, Jake, Jake--

"Jake!"

He snapped his head forward, abruptly yanked out of his fantasy. The teacher stood above him.

"Sorry, ma'am. I was just daydreaming, about... math." He smiled up at the woman, glad that he had the desk to hide his erection. He imagined if he had to stand right now, his bulge would be seen from across the room.

The teacher frowned at him, but returned to the front of the room to continue her ...

... lecture.

...

"Dude, you were out like a light!" Matt clapped him on the back, as they walked through the halls later that day. "She must have called your name, like, 9 times before you perked up."

"Yeah, that was embarrassing, for sure," Jake moped. He didn't like being disrespectful, but sometimes his fantasies got the better of him.

"It was like you were dead. We thought you might have to call an ambulance or something."

"Sorry for the scare. Please, let's keep talking about it."

"Alright, fine," Matt took the hint, and changed the subject. But only slightly. "What were you thinking about, anyway?"

Jake shot him a sideways look. They were headed toward the locker room, and a large group of their team-mates were waiting by the door. "What do you think?"

Matt shook his head. He knew exactly what Jake had been daydreaming about. The two friends joined the conglomerate of athletes, and pushed their way into the locker room. They fell back, however, to continue their conversation in hushed tones.

"Ally still not giving up, huh?" Matt whispered. Jake's sigh was the only confirmation he needed. "Listen, man, here's what you need to do. You tell her you're fed up. Tell her you need some pussy, dude. Giver her an ultimatum: Tell her either she puts out, or you walk out."

Jake let out a breath of half-hearted laughter. "Sure, Matt. I'll get right on that."

Matt shrugged. "Hey, you're call, bro. But trust me, if you don't do something, you're bound to never have ...