Eyes tend to linger on him, even from across the room. Since hitting
puberty, no matter the gender or sexual preferences, people's body
languages inevitably and unconsciously shift when he enters a room,
regardless of the environment. Rodrigo Lleva actually knew this boy
well. His boyish, messy blond hair, sparkling blue eyes, disarming and
cheeky smile. All of it. Why the college jock suddenly started working out
at the local gym so late in the summer and so close to the start of his
sophomore year, as opposed to the state-of-the-art sports training center
at school, was beyond Rodrigo.

Across the gym - something of a local favorite frequented by cops, firemen,
construction workers - the fit 19-year-old attended to his workout
routine. Stretches, cardio, weight training, cardio, stretches. Rodrigo
noted all the way from his corner the sweaty jock stretching, catching
glimpses or the teenager's lean and hard abs through his loose-fitting tank
top; his eyes widened unconsciously as a full, meaty pec and a
quarter-sized, pink nipple popped out of the teenager's barely-there and
soaked-through tank.

To be fair, Rodrigo had seen the boy's naked body before. Just once. In the
dark, in the tool shed behind his house: Rodrigo walked in on the teenage
boy fucking his daughter. Being an overly-protective Cuban (and a cop no
less), Rodrigo nearly pulled his gun on the surprised and nearly-cumming
boy; Ryan's naked, muscled back pouring gutters of sweat, jeans puddled
around his ankles, and two mounds of round, fat white boy ass - plump and
firm with bounce and jiggle - burned into Rodrigo's mind. No other visual
memory of that incident stuck with the cop, save that mental snap shot of
the then 18-year-old jock. It was only after the teenage lovebirds had
broken up a few weeks later that Rodrigo, running into the jock around town
on random occasions, could make nice, laugh off the incident, and even be
friendly and give the jock rides to campus once in a while.

Something about Ryan had changed this summer, though. Something about him
was noticeably different from even a week prior. Rodrigo spent his entire
time at the gym trying, but failing, to pinpoint it. The jock boy had the
same boyish smile and twinkling eyes... no, it wasn't his body either,
though it was more toned and fit than ever before. It wasn't the way he
greeted acquaintances and friends around town: Ryan had the same giggle,
the same charming Southern drawl, the same alarmingly innocent way of
carrying himself. The boy had always - unabashedly and perhaps even
unknowingly - emitted a magnetic and wild sexual energy, but what was
different? Today, even wriggling his toes inside his old, dirty sneakers
managed to become something perverse and inherently sexy, not to mention
the way he straddled a bench, the way he spread his muscled legs and
lowering his ass and ass crack on the bench. What was it about this kid
today? Ryan carried on, seemingly oblivious or at most only subconsciously
aware of the eyes lingering around him, but it was apparent for Rodrigo
that something about the boy was more intense, more desirable,
more... lurid... desperate?

Ryan finished stretching and ambled slowly over to the locker room. Rodrigo
observed as the jock boy stretched his triceps over his head, revealing
damp, lightly hairy armpits. Ryan's lean and defined torso practically
spilled out of his tank top. Their eyes met - Rodrigo thought he registered
the minutest flash of terror across Ryan's affably open and expressive
face, a sudden tenseness in body language. Nevertheless the jock boy
greeted his ex-girlfriend's father politely and warmly, with a melting
smile and firm handshake, and sauntered off towards locker room. Rodrigo
watched the jock walk away, his entire body covered in sweat, his thin
work-out clothes clung revealingly to every curvature of his muscled body,
especially his evidently jock-clad ass, two sweaty, plump mounds of
perversity shifting with Ryan's every step. A few heads turned as the blond
teenager walked by. A switch went off inside Rodrigo, a knowing, possessive
feeling. A father's intuition kicked in when Ryan's sweaty hand clasped
around his own muscled, calloused grip. What was it, though? The look
behind the large and wet blue eyes? Or Ryan's touch, lingering fingertips
that held on to his own a split second too long? Or the boy's sweet and
sweaty odor? Today, sex poured from every pore of Ryan's ripe, blond
body. Rodrigo, a bit dumbstruck, barely managed another 5 or 10 minutes of
workout before he impulsively got up and headed to the locker room.

Seeing him step out of the shower, a not-quite-big-enough towel around his
trim waist, his bare feet leaving wet, size-13 footprints all the way to
his locker in the corner, stirred something foreign in Rodrigo. Little
details like Ryan's long, talon-like toes and fleshy soles, hot from the
shower, steaming against the cold tiles of the locker room floor triggered
something carnal in the 42-year-old cop. Horrifyingly dirty, nasty images -
fantasies - unexpectedly emerged in the Cuban daddy's mind. Perverse,
scandalous things... slow-moving episodes of the blonde jock on his back,
his pretty red lips agape, his brows furrowed, panting, moaning,
groaning... screaming.

Rodrigo felt his pulse racing, new sweat forming all over, as the
overwhelming urge to hear the boy beg, succumb, and plead for mercy. He had
the sudden urge to hear the boy moan... to whimper. He needed to... to feel
the hotness of his skin, to fuck the boy, to be the first man to lay claim
to that gorgeous ass, to own that white, plump ass, to feel what he
imagined as the hottest, tightest, wettest ass he could slam his cock into,
to hold the jock boy in his arms as he shoved his cock inside the teenage
ass. Rodrigo's massively hung Cuban cock throbbed in his briefs. His inner
most desire, animalistic and sadistic cravings that laid dormant all these
years, erupted... leaking.

"Need a ride, kid?" Rodrigo was surprised to hear him suddenly mumble. He
was relieved and surprised when Ryan shyly nodded yes, standing there, wet,
naked - body steaming - as he toweled dry. Every muscled nuance of his
blond body... taut, lean, smooth... rippling as Ryan bent over and pulled
on a pair of baggy shorts and slipping his feet into a pair of flip
flops. Oh god... Rodrigo swallowed hard before uttering, his voice hoarse,
"Let's go, kid."

...


Rodrigo could feel the naked jock shaking beneath him, trembling
with... anxiety, fear, or anticipation? Didn't matter. Ryan's body melted
as soon as Rodrigo's greedy mouth found its way to the jock's nipples. The
sound that escaped Ryan's teenage throat... a mix between a muffled cry and
a pathetic whimper. Better than what Rodrigo had imagined.

"Oh, you like it hard, don't you?" Rod knew the boy would resist, protest,
fight, be confused as to why they pulled off into a deserted path in the
woods, why Rod got into the back seat... An awkward, electrifying silence,
agonizingly long, spanned when Rod's brown eyes stared down Ryan's
sparkling blue ones, silencing the jock's nervous banter before the cop
reached out suddenly and overpowered the teenager, pinning down the
hard-bodied jock boy amidst a slew of 'what the fuck's' and 'get the fuck
off me's'.

Rod didn't care. His sudden animal rage/urge had to consume Ryan right then
and there; he couldn't drive any further without staring into the rear-view
mirror, trying to catch a glimpse of the jock boy, sitting there innocently
in a white tank top and baggy shorts... no underwear, as he recalled from
the gym, his meaty bare legs spread casually in the back seat.

Their first kiss, Rod forced his eager tongue into the shell-shocked jock's
parted mouth, feeling the teenager's body jerk, tense up. Ryan's tank top
was brutally torn and ripped off his heated jock body as Rod tasted,
savored, his first boy. He imagined the boy beneath him kissing back.

"I... I can't..." Ryan's whispered as both hands suddenly gripped and
pushed against Rod's hard biceps. "I... can't..."

"Shhh. daddy's got you... come on baby boy... come on boy..." Rod - in heat
and intoxicated by Ryan's boy scent - devoured the jock's hot, full lips,
tasting the boy's sweet innocence before devoting more attention to Ryan's
now-hard nipples. Alternating between the two, sucking, lapping, biting,
feeling the overwhelmed jock completely lose his young mind underneath,
whimpering, moaning in registers climbing higher and higher, his athletic
body buckling unwillingly, fingers clasped tightly onto Rod's beefy arms as
Rod's hands wrapped around his throat.

"Ughnn! Ughnn! Ughnnn!!! Please...! I... ughhhnnn! I... ughnnn... can't!"
Ryan squealed desperately as Rod bit down on his left nipple, managing to
choke out these words as he felt the cop's entire body weight on him,
struggling to breathe as the hungry Cuban cop shoved his hungry tongue
again into his. Rod reached down while forcing his mouth on the struggling
jock's, release a throbbing, teenage cock, hard as a rock from the pathetic
confines of Ryan's basketball shorts. Rod felt Ryan cry out into his mouth,
felt the jock kick wildly underneath him as he tore off the boy's shorts,
feeling the hot, smooth skin of Ryan's meaty thighs and ass, juicy and
plump, and more than a few handfuls.

"Shut up baby boy... come one, open up, boy... open up... open up..."
Ryan's eyes were filled with tears, on the verge of sobbing as Rod wrapped
his large right hand around the jock's neck, licking his face, his lips,
choking the teenager. Rod felt Ryan's grip on his biceps tighten as his
left hand roughly, eagerly traversed Ryan's body - smooth, tight torso,
erect nipples sensitive to a mere suggestion of touch, his hairless belly
and trimmed crotch, his hard cock, smooth balls and taint, and the hottest,
silkiest ass and ass crack Rod could've imagined defiling.

Ryan's hole was hot, smooth, and pulsing. Gripping and tight, it
immediately sucked onto Rod's fat middle finger. Rod was in shock. He'd
done this before. Ryan's done this before. No doubt about it. The hole was
hot and tight, yes... but also wet. Rod was obsessed, shoving in another
finger... deeper. Ryan screamed into Rod's mouth, his blond, athletic legs
spread wide, one bare foot planted firmly on a door window and the other
leg wrapped around the back of the driver's seat, like an eager, ready
whore. The jock boy's hole was wet... sloppy wet, gushingly, impossibly
wet.

...

"Steam room. 5 min." Ryan saw the text pop up from Sam. Though nearing the
end of his workout, he knew he'd be expected to drop everything. Sam,
despite being agonizingly MIA, always knew where to find him, and the men
who want him desperately enough to pay. Ryan's stomach sank - he thought
for sure Sam wouldn't know about this particular gym, but his hole twitched
as he made his way to the locker room, avoiding most eyes and greetings
except for the totally inescapable encounters (namely an awkward, brief
chat with his ex-girlfriend's dad).

Sam was never one for details; watching the clock on his phone, Ryan got
naked quickly and grabbed a towel, his heart pounding, not knowing which
eyes to avert and which to meet. The locker room was pretty full, filled
with pungent smells of dirty socks and sweat. Ryan's entire body trembled
as he traversed the testosterone-filled locker room, filled with cops,
firemen, and construction workers. Thank god Sam's text said steam room,
and not 'locker room'... Ryan bit his lips nervously as he snuck cautiously
and as discreetly as possible into the steam room, averting eyes and anyone
he might potentially know.

"Nice..." A voice immediately greeted him as Ryan shut the door behind him,
his stomach filled with butterflies. Ryan tried but simply couldn't make
out the shadowy figure in the corner. It was dark and overly steamy. "On
all fours, boy... Don't look at me. I've got 5 minutes."

"Wait..." Ryan protested... suddenly realizing there were more than just
the two of them in the steam room. "I... what...?"

"Don't play the dumb jock game, boy..." The voice emerged from the
shadow. "They paid to watch. ON ALL FOURS. FACE THE DOOR."

Ryan was humiliated and contemplated running away, frozen in panic for a
few seconds. His hole... empty... twitched... his teenage cum boiled inside
his heavy sacs, and the jock boy obliged like a good boy... on all
fours. He blushed crimson and hot as he heard a few low, demeaning
chuckles; his cock hardened to full attention; he felt movement; his hole
quivered as he heard that familiar sounds of another man masturbating
behind him. Ryan purred as two rough hands pried open his ass; more
chuckles as Ryan arched his back and groaned as he felt someone spit on his
smooth, hungry hole. Once, twice. The same rough hands, one found its way
to Ryan's mouth, covering it tightly. Hard. Ryan winced as he felt a greasy
pole line up at his now begging hole.

"Ok boy. Sorry, but gotta make this quick."

With that truncated warning, Ryan screamed bloody murder as the stranger
slammed his entire cock into him, taking absolutely no time before pounding
away like a jackhammer.

"(UGHNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!! UGHHNNNN!!! UGHHNNNN!!! UGHHNNNN!!! UGHHNNNN!!!
UGHHNNNN!!! UGHHNNNN!!! UGHHNNNN!!! UGHHNNNN!!! UGHNNN!!!!!!!)"

"(SHUT... SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!)" The man mercilessly pounded away at the
struggling jock, ignoring Ryan's screams as he slapped the jock boy's
protesting hands away, desperately motioning for the man to slow down. Ryan
gritted his teeth and shut his eyes tightly against his tears, letting his
body get violated and raped as the man pulled his ass back onto the
rock-hard cock. Though, screams turned quickly into moans as the man's
unforgiving hand found Ryan's boy tits, tugging roughly at the sensitive
nipples as he fucked Ryan. More chuckles.

"(UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNNNN!! OH GOD!)" Ryan gasped, feeling a wall inside him
being broken down yet again. The burning in his ass had melted away, and
now, to the more animated and engaged sounds of stroking cocks, Ryan
slammed his ass back as hard as the man was fucking him like a bitch in
heat, groaning into the muffling hand as he literally pissed streams of
precum beneath him, not caring about the pathetic sounds and screams he was
producing into a stranger's hand. Ryan all of sudden felt men approaching
as they moaned and grunted; then, loads of hot, creamy cum gushed forth,
unloading all over Ryan sweaty back as he continued to get fucked, coating
the deep grooves of his spine and every line of the young jock's back
muscles. The jackhammering into his ass lasted a few more strokes, sloppy,
arrhythmic last few pumps that ended with the man's entire sweaty, hairy,
fat body collapsing on Ryan, to the chuckling and snickering and even a few
claps, as Ryan felt his hole filled with hot, thick cum.

...

In one slow push, Papi Rodrigo bottomed out, balls deep inside the
squirming jock, his grip still tight around the gasping boy's neck.

Rodrigo had overheard colleagues' whispers a few nights ago at a bar,
something about a jock turning tricks and driving the local guys - gay,
straight, married, bi, closeted, whatever - completely crazy. Not in a
million years did he expect that boy whore to be Ryan. But that
ass... Ryan's hole engulfed Rod's thick 10-incher with no hesitation, only
pure expert hunger. The boy took it. Took all of it in one stroke. The jock
whore has to be Ryan. His blue eyes... nearly overflowing with desperate
tears, pleaded, his eyebrows furrowed with pleasure and grimace as Rod
pulled out, savoring the jock's tight and expertly-milking hole.

"You hustling me? Chico?" Rod snapped, suddenly and angrily shoving his
cock back inside Ryan, hearing and feeling the writhing jock cry out in
pain, or pleasure. Didn't matter. Papi ripped it out and slammed the entire
length of his cock back in in one push. "You want me to pay for your white
ass? Huh? Huh?"

"Ughnnn. Oh my... ughnn. Oh my GOD!"

Rod felt Ryan's ass tighten, pulsing hot from the inside. He began
pounding, slamming, balls deep with every stroke.

"You like it when i do this? Huh?" Rod slapped and spit on Ryan's cherubic
face as he flexed his monster cock, pressing against the boy's abused hole
and engorged prostate.

"OH! OH GOD! YES! RIGHT! RIGHT! UGHNN! UGHNN! THERE! OH GOD... DADDY! RIGHT
THERE! OH UGHNN UGHNN PLEASE DADDY!"

"You love it when daddy treats you like shit, don't you! Slap you around
like a cheap whore? You love that shit, don't you?"

"OH GOD! YES! YES! HARDER! OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD! RIGHT THERE! OH GOD! DADDY
PLEASE... FUCK... FUCK... FUCK ME... UGHNNN! UGHNNN!!!!" Ryan was in a
craze that Rod had never seen or expected to see from such a perfect,
straight-acting jock. Ryan begged, squealed, and whimpered like a girl as
he took a ferocious fucking. His bare legs still spread wide in the same
vulnerable position as before as he hole embraced Rod's angry assault,
balls deep with every stroke, bottoming out with every push.

For a second Rod thought he'd break the boy, or choke the life out of
him. Rod couldn't help himself as he fucked Ryan, leaning in to taste his
sweet lips again. To his dismay, Ryan's entire body shook and buckled when
their lips locked, and their stomachs were instantly covered in thick,
creamy white streams of jock cum. Rod released his choke-hold on Ryan and
pinned the boy's wrists above his head as he pulled away from their kiss
and looked down at the sight before him. The wild teenager was screaming
and begging for more, his Adonis body coverd with his own cum, with a
10-inch Cuban cock pounding deep in and out of his wet hole.

Rod was getting high from the sounds Ryan was making, every scream every
time he rips his cock out of the jock's twitching boy cunt, every gasp
every time he shoves it back inside.

"God you are beautiful... such a dirty little pig... such a dirty boy..."
The Cuban cop grunted as he leaned back in and kissed deeply the boy,
slamming his still-clothed body into the naked, cum-covered jock one last
time. Rod erupted - stream after stream of thick cum filled a shaking Ryan
to the brim. Rod continued to fuck Ryan, squeezing and pumping as much cum
as he could muster into the sobbing jock as he held the boy in his muscular
arms, tightly, angrily, possessively.