Cock Boys Ch. 02b: John

I decided to offer him a side profile of my 7" rod. He was distracted drying and styling his hair for school. Those blue eyes weren't looking at himself in the mirror.... It must have been only six minutes before I busted. One hand holding my balls and the other fisting the base of my cock. John got an unobstructed view of Coach's pulsing cut head as it painted his shower.

John started hinting that he'd need to nut soon, as it wasn't fair seeing me cum without any relief for himself. In a small towel, I grabbed his right ass and pulled him in close. Staring up into his eyes, I reminded him that this was for his benefit. And actually, we needed to step it up. Keeping him hard will give him peak testosterone production, and not cumming will really boost his blood level. His gains would soon take off.

He was so happy about that promise of renewed gains. He just mumbled, "Thanks, Coach", looked down, and nodded. All the while I was still holding his right ass in my palm, I slide my hand into his crack, pulled his wet bulge to me, and reached around to grab his left ass. Our crotches mashed together.

Cradling his ass with both hands and slightly looking up to my stud, I said, "John, I'm proud you're able to focus on our goal and trust your Coach to really help you. Now take off your wet jock."

With my right hand, I guided him to the dresser by his left ass to put on the Addicted white jock. "Nice hard-on, boy; your T will definitely go up."

It was time to bring my Cock Boy to school. That first day, his Viagra boosted hard-on and horny frustration kept him obviously hard all day. Even for me it was too obscene for school. I decided to only dose him once on school days, only before our after-school workouts.

Afternoons, we worked out in his gym when there was no practice or team lifting. Another cold shower in his jock helped cool his jets, but not for long. The Viagra was filling his cock as he dried off. I was proud of his commitment, so I praised him while he was bent over tugging on a new white jock. My hand rubbed his left ass and tight crack. My fingers grazed his rosebud. Straightening up, he grunted and jumped slightly.

On weekends, we dressed for a run before lunch, two teens in jocks, grey sweat shorts, and muscle tank tops. I alternated days with sprints and long-distance jogs. Afterwards, another cold shower kept John in line.

We did our second weekend workout before supper.

I was worried his copious pre-cum would make it impossible to go to my parents. I couldn't let that limit how much I frustrated him. John was a real bitch in heat by the time we were ready to go. That bulge throbbed and rocked from side to side as he walked over to me.

Two Viagra pre-workouts, almost steady physical touching and rubbing of his jock-wrapped ass or bulge by his Coach, yours truly, and two pumping workouts conspired to really soak the front of his wet and slimy white cotton jock. Calling John over to me was a sight to behold. His jock pouch was pulling away from his legs as his cock pushed against his jock, trying to rip apart the pouch.

I reached over with my right hand, pulling his ass to guide him closer, telling him I said to, "COME HERE!". That bursting wet pouch pulsed with my order, right in front of my eyes. I reached up to his jock with my left hand to tug him closer by his waist band. Unchained momentarily, his full 8" sprang out while his engorged, hooded cock head rubbed across my fingers and slapped against his abs.

Grabbing his burning cock, I squeezed it twice. He oozed precum and his knees almost buckled. "Ohh Billy please."

Shaking my head no, I stuffed his steely, hard 8-inch cock back into his soaked pouch. His wet tip rubbed on the waist band and was dragged down the front of the pouch. He whimpered with the friction, "ohh, ah".

Next, I slid his dirty, used athletic jock on him. It took some pulling and stretching to fit it over my boy's obscenely full, damp bulge. He throbbed and whimpered while I 'dressed' him. At least the second jock covered the soaked and bursting pouch. The elastic athletic pouch dampened the big bulge of the soft cotton jock. I took extra time tugging the pouch just right and straightening the straps, patting his ass when done.

Realizing my plan, John looked on with a you're so smart look. He thanked Coach for helping once again, saying, " Awesome Coach, you always take care of me". John just needed some clothes to hide his jocks.

I stood and promised we'd solve anything that got in the way of his gains. His sexy bulge was now relatively decent. He picked his baggiest grey sweat shorts, and we were off to my place.

Once back from my place, John stripped to the wet white jock. The material was almost transparent. He stated and asked me with the same breath, "I'll change for bed?"

When going to his mom's, I left him in the soaked jock, dripping for Jill and Tyler's eyes.

More than once, I caught Tyler licking his fingers after pawing his stepbro's damp bulge and squeezing the leaking slit. Tyler seemed to have a magic touch on John. His Twink hands could turn on John's pre like turning on a faucet. Compliments were peppered with the odd critique of my boy's new jocks. I let Tyler roam his hands over John's ass and bulge to 'evaluate' the material and fit. John would instinctively spread his legs and push his hips out, magnifying his bulge.

I think the horny Cock Boy assumed the position for inspection by muscle memory alone, just from my repeated touch and intense training (teasing stimulation). Watching John submit to the thin Twink's touch before supper and especially after a new jock fashion show for Mom was thrilling for all of us. It reinforced John's submissive position and gave me ideas for Tyler's place as a different style of Cock Boy. (Tune into how I turn Tyler into a valued Cock Boy in chapter 4.)

On the one hand, he was getting more and more frustrated with the denial and having an almost constant hard-on. Conversely, he seemed to love it and be turned on by my denying him cock play and an orgasm.

Pulling out the pre-cum soaked jocks was an opportunity to train him, as another hot idea came to me. "John, don't waste your testosterone. Suck your pre-cum out of your jocks and go get my boxers." 

I was naked when he returned with the jock pouches in his mouth. I told him to help put on my boxers. He knelt down, and I held his head with both hands to 'steady myself'.

My cock ended up in front of his face. I lifted his head to look at me. My cock tip was bouncing on the jock, hanging from his mouth, as he slid my boxers over my hard cock. Wide blue eyes looked up to me as my pre-cum rubbed off on the used jocks and his upper lip got wet. He stood up, panting, while rubbing the front of his new jock. I let him continue and praised him for keeping his testosterone stimulation so high.

We repeated our day, alternating suppers but sticking to our workout schedule and his denial.

By that first weekend, we needed something to change soon, or I wouldn't be able to control his cock lust much longer. A teen cock could only hold out so long, regardless of how submissive the Cock Boy was. No matter how much he craved it, a teen stud still needs to nut or feel some relief, unlike a mature Cock Boy. 

So, I explained he needed to feel a good cock orgasm to give himself some relief. He was ecstatic and looked back and forth from my eyes to his cock, encased in his jock. It was hot how he waited for permission to take out his 8-inch meat and start stroking. I started telling him one of my sex-filled conquest stories.

"John, we can't risk draining your testosterone yet. Especially after all your dedicated denial and training under Coach's guidance. Let's lay down on your bed to cool down."

"Can I finally jack off, Coach? It's all I can think about."

The hint of relief had him drunk with lust and in a fog-filled, horny daze. His waist was thrusting his jock up and down, slightly straining his bulge with each thrust. The bed was bouncing me along with his actions. On the verge of disobeying my standing order to not jack himself, I told him the only relief for now could be by jacking another cock.

He finally worked out the solution.

"Coach, will you let me jack your cock again; please?"

"Do you really need some relief?" I acted clueless about his frustration and lust.

Please, Coach, you're working my muscles so hard. My balls and cock are so sore."

"Sorry boy, just trying to help you stay hard to stimulate T levels."

"Thanks Coach, but the constant touching my jock and ass feels great, but it's killing me."

"OK, John boy, Coach can tell you deserve some relief. I can't believe I'm going to let you do this." 

I stood up, pulling John up by his hand. "I'll let you stroke our cock if that's what you neeeed." 

Eager to nut and to please Coach, he thanked me for allowing some form of relief, even though I had just invented the plan he was now begging for.

Stuttering, he said, "Tthanks Billy, mine is driving me crazy; I tthhink I really nneedd it".

I told John to get behind me if he needed to stroke our throbbing, hard cock to feel a huge nut blow in his hands. "And you need to really focus on this visualization and imagine it's now our cock if you want any relief." 

I could feel the heat and dampness from his jock bulge on my ass after he pushed down my boxers to free my package. With both hands on his ass, I pulled him tightly into my back. His hands were already slick with his precum from rubbing his bulge. So when he wrapped both hands around my girthy 5.5-inch meat and stroked the full 7-inch length, my oozing precum just added to the lubrication.

God, it felt good making John service my cock while squeezing his teen ass tightly. His hard package was mashing into my butt crack. I held on firmly to limit his grinding action against my ass, for fear he'd succeed in actually cumming. I shock my ass to slide my boxers off. Stepping out of them, I pushed harder against his bulge, side to side a few times.

"Get our lube out of my bag, boy. You know what to do."

He coated his hands with lube and resumed the position. Naked, I spread my leg to give him full access to my package. He used his two hands to grip around our 7" cock. I instructed John to increase his speed, guiding him to focus on my cut cock head and the loose meat under my tip. I kept him busy, varying my instructions. He was so focused on my cock that he had stopped grinding into my ass.

I was close to nutting. Alternating between crown and long stroking, my new Cock Boy was being retrained to edge me. We were panting in sync as I neared the point of no return.

John bent over my shoulder, panting into my right ear. "Thanks Coach, it's helping ease some tension."

"Go ahead, John boy, you can finish our cock now." His left hand reached low to cup my tight balls firmly. I blasted across John's side of the bed. He stroked our cock, feeling it fire load after load in his hand. Still gripping our slowly softening cock he wouldn't let go. My cum was all over his hands and my cock as we regained our breath. "You did good, John."

He was as hard as I've seen him. "Did jacking our cock help? Look at you still busting a huge bulge, boy."

"Yah, yes, Coach, I really visualized it; I can think clearly again."

I eased away from his grip and pulled his ass to the shower to clean me off, still in his jock. After that, I pushed him under a cold spray to cool down his cock.

Wet hair framed his blue eyes as he watched me dry off. "Please Coach, will you let me stroke our cock tomorrow for some relief?" "Feeling it throb really helped."

"I'll see tomorrow, boy. Now dry off, jock up, and come to bed."

Laying down, I told John to pick up my boxers and pull them on me. Straddling my legs, he did as he was told. I aided by thrusting my recently satisfied cock into his face so that he could pull up my boxers for bed. He then rolled over onto his side of the bed, lying across my wet cum trail. He smiled while looking at me, joking how my high red level cum might soak into his skin.

John was loving our runs and daily dual workout schedule. Back at his 'Jack Pad', I had to keep us hydrated to replenish our pre-cum oozing constantly from two horny teen cocks. Sweat dampened his hair, made his pumped muscles glisten, and dripped from his skin. Both sweat and precum soaked his sports jock. Thanks to its extra elasticity, his straining cock was cupped tightly by the pouch, although his cock head and shaft were clearly imprinted on the front. What a bulge! With the combined moisture, his light-coloured athletic jocks became almost transparent.

Back from supper, he tore off his clothes down to his jock so fast. He was right on me as I slowly stripped down, getting ready to put on my boxers. He stood beside me, rocking on his heels while balancing and holding my shoulder. His pleading eyes told me what he needed. As was his rhythmic air fucking of his hips.

I wordlessly nodded yes, giving him permission to play with our cock. I spanked his ass as he rushed to strip down my jock.

"Slow down boy, and kneel. Start by teasing our cock. Rub your hands over my ass and bulge first." Eye level with my meat, John lightly stroked his fingers across my bulging jock and down the length of my stiff cock. My balls felt great wrapped up and tightly massaged by his palm. John was soon pawing the front of my pouch, eager to feel our cock in his hands.

"That's it, boy, really make my T boil."

"Keep rubbing, boy; it's almost time for you to jack our cock." John's hands slide up my abs and down around my ass as he slowly stood. His hot breath blew on my cock head and abs as he leaned in, pulling himself up. Ten minutes in, and his jock pouch was throbbing against me. His thumbs hooked my waistband, and he dropped to his knees, yanking my jock down before I knew it.

On his knees before me, my Cock Boy watched as our 7-inch rock-hard cock bounced free. It hit my abs before he could get his hands around it.

Cock Boy would be swallowing my load this time. I held him down with both hands on his shoulders. Bent over slightly, he had free rein to relieve himself, by servicing my cock and balls. He naturally palmed my sack and fisted my slick cock. Pulling his chin up, I stood straight, aiming my cock to his lips. The engorged crown throbbed and actually surged closer, dripping the first of its thick honey onto his pursed lips with each pulse.

"Time for your medicine, boy, right from the source. Ready for a direct red T boost?"

"Ummm, Billy?"

His lips touched my cock head and pre-cum stretched between us as he hesitated and backed away ever so slightly. I took over, pumping my cock while pulling his hair to guide him where he needed to be, pulling his head firmly closer.

Fuck, this was it. His tongue flicked out, tasting my copious pre-cum. He was hooked on cock. I pushed forward, parting his wet lips.

"Watch your teeth, boy, and keep that tongue moving."

I put both hands around his head, but held him loose. John's hands were holding my hips, keeping me from sinking in. As he loosened up, he was soon feeling up my thighs, chest, lower abs, balls, and he stroked the base of our cock.

I couldn't be prouder of my Cock Boy. I wouldn't last long getting blown by my boy for the first time. Pressure was building deep down in my balls and moving up our cock. My scrotum tightened, testicles were pulled up, and I felt his palm cup my tightening balls. I clenched trying to delay the coming blast. I couldn't stop the coming freight train load of cum. My cock blew up, blasting its load into my Cock Boy's virgin mouth.

He swallowed and gulped like a wet vac. Clearly, he'd been tasting our cum already.

Cum flowed out the sides of his mouth as he tried to gulp down my load of medicine.

Despite my sacrifice for him (ha, ha), two weeks of stroking and sucking me were not going to be enough for my denied Cock Boy. He had been showing the strain in his irritability and tense muscles since T-testing. His ass was clenched tight, holding back two weeks of cum filled balls. He complained of cramping under his balls from the frequent erections. He really was truly on the edge by that Saturday.

"It'll be okay, boy; I'm so proud of your commitment."

I told him during our morning workouts that I'd help him find some relief if he behaved. "Coach will give you more relief, boy, if you can finish our afternoon workout."

That refocused John for the morning. His cock still strained in his bulging jock, no thanks to the Viagra boosted pre-workout. He fell on my cock, sucking out a hot load in the shower before I could bring myself to stop him. Not that I would have. He definitely stopped complaining for now. I know he was hoping to be allowed to jack himself off.

A typical late afternoon workout had him sweating in his athletic jock. My hand was damp from his sweaty ass. Guiding him through an extra hard set took some encouragement. His ass got my right hand, while my left cupped and squeezed his bulging pouch. Patting his ass and rubbing his crack never got boring. I pulled him upstairs by his jockstrap as he bit his lip and whimpered in expectation. I push him into the cold shower to clean up. As I dried him, I ordered him to bed on all fours in a new soft cotton jock.

My naked boy raced away to comply. I praised his commitment while patting his exposed ass and ruffling his hair with my left hand. I rubbed his back before pushing his head down and holding his ass up. Frustrated, he looked up at me, horny and questioning.

I told him to pass me our lube to help with the massage. I coated his ass crack and my thumb. I proceeded to slide my slick fingers down his crack to massage his amazingly tight perineum. No wonder he was uncomfortable. He moaned and whimpered how nice my massage was helping his tight blue balls. I was slowly working my thumb over his rosebud. He pushed back unconsciously clenching his ass cheeks around my thumb.

This time, I wasn't going to stop halfway playing with my boy's rosebud. No need to limit us breaking open his hot ass.He was ready and we both wanted it.

I said I needed to anchor my hand for a deeper massage. As my thumb pressed into the first knuckle, he groaned for the first time together and ground in tight circles, working my thumb deeper. As I hit his prostate, he grunted and froze. My fingers kept massaging his perineum and under his balls. "John, we can finally milk out more T production. Work your ass until my thumb rubs across your prostate, boy". 

All my porn reading online had helped get John to this junction in his Cock Boy development. He would soon be my total Cock Boy, only cumming when and how I allowed it. Sure, he thought it was to boost his T levels and muscle gains. Never did my boy imagine he could orgasm this way.

I knew he'd cum gallons with his first orgasm in two weeks. He started grunting as his ass twerked around my thumb. I could feel him milking his prostate. His hard, swollen walnut was under constant pressure from my thumb. As his groans became grunts, I knew he was close to blowing a long-denied nut. He was in for a treat, as his first prostate orgasm from milking and ass play would be especially big.

"John, do you feel better?"

"Yes, oh yes, don't slow down." Begging he whispered, "Please let me finish? No edging Coach".

"Oh Coach I can't explain it, but it's like I need to pee."

"Do you want me to stop, boy?" There was no way I was stopping.

"Nooo Coach, please keep going."

"Good boy, you're really boosting your T, and milking your prostrate like this won't drain your available T."

"Thanks Coach. Oh, I feel a pressure."

"It's OK, boy, you continue working your ass. Coach is letting you cum, boy." His ass clamped down with those words.