Disclaimer: This story is about men having sex with men. If that's not your thing or you're too young to read it, please leave now. This story is based on characters from the film "Swimfan". The author has no knowledge of the sexualities of Jesse Bradford, Clayne Crawford, Jason Ritter, or James DeBello, and has written this purely as a work of erotic fantasy fiction. Enjoy!
SWIMSLUT
by Backlash29
Ben Cronin stood nervously on the portico of the mammoth residence. It was 10am on a Saturday. He knew Chris Dante would be the only one home. Summoning his wits, he rang the bell.
Chris answered and stared blankly at his former friend for a moment through his homely, thick glasses. Then he said: "Madison's not home."
Ben took a deep breath. "I know."
They were silent a moment, and then Chris cocked his head. "So, if you're not here to see my cousin...?"
"I'm here to see you," Ben said. He paused, trying to think of how to say it. "I miss...what we were doing."
Chris was non-plussed. "You said you didn't want to do it any more. You said it was queer."
Ben shrugged. "Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. But I've missed it. A lot. It's been over two months."
Chris laughed, but it was a good-natured laugh. "Yeah, well, I hear you haven't slowed down any. Word has it that you've got half the swim team giving you what you need, right back there in the locker room, after practice. You gonna deny that?"
"Of course I'm not going to deny it. Listen, I know I like..." Ben caught himself, and lowered his voice. He was still out in the open, after all. "I know I like...cocks. Believe me, I know. I think about them all the time. Getting them in my mouth, and up my ass. Being a cum-hole." He gulped. The hard-on in his jeans was raging. "I don't even know what I'll do next year at Stanford, if I can't find guys to feed me their cum."
"Oh, you'll get by," Chris said. "Pretty face like that. You won't have any problem, I'm sure."
Ben blushed a little. "Thanks."
Chris look past Ben out at the quiet suburban street. There was no one around. He missed sinking his huge cock into this cute swimmer's aching hole, but... "But what are you doing here? From what I've heard, those guys in the locker room love slamming into your face and pussy. Why don't you look up one of them?"
"I do, usually, But it's not the same, because..." Ben was uncomfortable, begging like this, out in the open where anyone might see them. He lowered his voice again. "Because...they're not big like you are..."
Chris' eyes grew wide. "Really? I've seen some of those guys undressing. They've got huge wieners, some of them. Hell, I even thought about taking a swing on some of them from time to time..."
"Yeah, I know, it's true, they're hung big, most of them," Ben said impatiently. "But you...Chris, you've got the biggest one of all. It's the first one I ever took in my mouth and up my ass, and I only did it back then because I needed the money to buy drugs. You know that. Then our shit got all messed up. And now..."
"Now?"
"Now I like it. A lot." Ben looked his friend deep in the eyes. "I love your cock, Chris. I need it. The bigger the better, for me. Let's let the past be the past, OK? I always liked you. I came here to ride your cock even after I got busted. You know how much I loved it. I'm sorry I dissed you after that. Can't we be friends?"
Chris stared him down a moment longer, then relaxed his face into a smile. "Alright, pussy-boy. Come on inside." Ben thrilled to hear Chris call him that once again. His submissive urges slowly woke within him.
He followed the stocky boy wordlessly into the house and upstairs to his bedroom. They'd done this so many times together, there was no longer any need for discussion. Once they were in the bedroom, Ben immediately pulled off his T-shirt and jeans. He wore his Speedo under the jeans, just like Chris preferred. It stunk of chlorine from the two hours he'd already spent practicing in the pool that morning.
"Get on the bed, Ben," Chris commanded, and Ben obeyed. "Slip out of that Speedo. I want it in your mouth today while I fuck you."
Ben started pulling off the skimpy wet suit. "Are you going to go right to fucking me, Chris? Don't I get to suck your cock first?"
"Not now, cunt. Later."
Chris undressed as well. He had a fine body, and almost no one knew this from the dumpy, unflattering clothes he wore. Likewise, when he took his glasses off, Ben was the first to admit: He was a handsome kid. But best of all was the amazing meat that swung below his belt. When Chris yanked down his plain white briefs and kicked them aside, Ben licked his lips from his position on the bed. Chris had well over a foot of hard cock, and Ben knew from experience that it needed draining several times per day.
"Oh yeah," Ben moaned. "Whatever you say, man. I just want to feel that incredible cock inside me again."
Chris approached the bed. "On your knees, cunt. I want to lick that hairy hole."
Ben obeyed. Skinny as he was, his muscles had great definition from all those work-outs in the pool, and his ass showed it off better than any other body part. He was a perfect, pint-sized fuckable little ass, covered with the slightest dark peach fuzz--a welcome home for all those horny jock cocks he had learned to beg for in the locker room. In truth, Chris only had part of the story right: It wasn't just the swim team who fucked Ben...it was the football team, the soccer team, the tennis team, the track team--all those sweaty hot-looking young jocks who needed a warm, tight place to drain their balls. Ben got fucked up to ten times per day these days. When he wasn't hitting the pool, cramming his books, or hanging out with Amy, he was generally back there in the locker room, his ass in the air, getting banged madly at both ends.
He felt Chris' face press hard into the crevice between his butt-cheeks. Chris was a serious rimmer, and within seconds he had squished his entire tongue into Ben's clean, tasty hole and was swabbing it around. Savoring the heavenly rimming, Ben relaxed forward, his cheek pressed against the bed. He loved getting tongued out by a hot young man in preparation for being reamed by a giant pole.
Pulling out momentarily, Chris asked: "There's spunk way down in there, bitch. I can taste it. You get fucked already today?"
Ben had to think about it. All of his tricks ran together these days.
"Uh, no, not yet today," he said. "I guess it's from last night. Josh and Randy really went crazy on my hole over in Randy's basement. Randy's little brother was there, too, with about four or five friends. They all power-fucked me until I was leaking cum at both ends. I tried to get all of it out, but it's pretty hard."
"Hot, man," Chris said, and went back to eating out Ben's deep, delicious hole.
Then Chris backed off. "I'm ready to fuck you, slut. You still begging for this cock?"
Ben peered backward at the gigantic schlong. It looked even meatier and harder than he remembered, and it oozed load after load of pre-cum from its juicy tip. "Yeah, man. Fuck my slut swimmer asshole. I need your cum deep in my ass, Chris...give it to me, deep and hard!"
Then came the sensation he'd been craving. Chris worked the knob of his rock-hard monster into Ben's moist, puckered hole, then slid the entire pipe straight up the sexy swimmer's incredible crack.
"OOOHH MAN!!" Ben yelped. It hurt, but he wanted it so bad.
Chris was generally rough with Ben's ass, and this was no exception. He ignored Ben's wiggling and groaning, and didn't pause until the whole thirteen thick inches were pressed all the way inside.
"Alright, fuck-toy," Chris said casually. "Get ready, 'cos you know I love to pump this asshole good and hard. I've got plenty of loads in me, and you're gonna take them all!"
Ben was already crying with anticipation of the sheer bliss to come. Per Chris' instruction, he grabbed the wadded-up Speedo and stuffed it into his mouth. Then he resumed his position, lurching forward into the pillows, getting ready for the onslaught of pounding thrusts from Chris' gigantic rod behind him.
Chris put a big, solid hand on each of Ben's tender ass cheeks, and immediately began heaving his enormous cock in and out. The pummeling action churned Ben's insides, but the slutty little swim-jock was clearly loving it. As Chris railed him, Ben groaned and begged for more, the Speedo making his cried unintelligible, and simply collecting the snot and spit and tears as he weathered the attack. His slim, sexy legs were splayed neatly as Chris dog-fucked his tender ass, and his arms flailed over the bed, groping weakly at pillows, bedclothes, anything he could find to support himself again the onslaught of his mega-hung friend's hard, vicious ass attack.
After five minutes or so, the first load erupted. Ben's eyes fluttered and he moaned long and low into the Speedo gag as his butt received the copious flow of hot young sperm deep into his rectum. Chris always came like a gusher, and this was obviously his first orgasm that day, because it lasted several minutes. The cum poured out, filling Ben's ass and rolling down his hungry butt-cheeks onto the bed.
"Yeah take it, you fucking bitch," Chris whined. His whole body tingled with awe as he unloaded into this teen male jock pussy-boy in front of him. Like a total cum-dump, Ben eagerly used his ass to absorb the climactic blows and milk every last drop of syrupy cream out of Chris' huge knob.
Ben was the perfect hole for men to use. Every thrust of Chris' cock spewed more jizz into his bottomless hole, and when the huge cock moved out and in again, it both forced cum out of Ben's ass and plunged more cum into him that had previously escaped. Chris roared as he came, and for the length of this orgasm, the sound was deafening. Ben ultimately tuned out the sounds and focused purely on the senses. He closed his eyes and moaned loudly, accepting the teen's voracious rape of his hot, tender young hole.
As always, when Chris was done cumming, he remained hard. The hard strokes in and out of Ben's asshole never let up, even after the final spurts of the first climax had finally dribbled down to nothing. He pounded and pounded relentlessly on Ben's hole, making the swim-slut ecstatic that he had summoned the nerve to come back to this house and beg Chris for this familiar treatment.
"You fuckin' cum-dump," Chris bellowed as he tightened his grip on Ben's skinny, perfect waist and throttled him with an ever-increasing mechanical passion. "You fuckin' hole. You love this cock. Take it!"
It took another half-hour or so for Chris to cum again, and it was even bigger than the first time, leaving a reservoir of hot teen sperm in Ben's rectum, as well as a lake of cum around them on the bed. Over the two hours after that, Chris came three more times. Finally, after one final hour-long volley, Chris shot his sixth huge wad into Ben's grateful butt, and then pushed him aside.
"We're done for now, little jock-slut," he announced. "I could use you some more, but my Mom will be home soon. Come back tonight and I can fuck you some more."
The words sunk in gradually as Ben remained in his crouched position. He couldn't believe he'd spent the last three hours in the same position, getting railed by the biggest cock he'd ever seen. Even when he was gang-banged in the locker room, the guys would let him stand up or change position once in a while. But here, with Chris, his ass was so hungry for that giant dick that he simply took it and didn't complain.
His hole felt so empty, suddenly, without the cock inside. He let his body fall to one side, and landed on his back on top of the cum-soaked sheets. There was no way he could move for the next few minutes.
Sensing this, Chris approached the head of the bed, where Ben's face was. "Tired, huh? You put up a good fuck," Chris told his companion. "Here, you wanted to suck this anyway. Why don't you clean off my cock and use that to get yourself off." He dropped his half-hard jizz-covered dick onto Ben's face and maneuvered it into the handsome boy's panting mouth.
It was true, Ben hadn't gotten off yet. He couldn't do it on his knees. He loved to cum while men fucked him, but to do so, he had to be riding their cocks or taking it missionary-style on his back. As he slurped hungrily on Chris' tasty hose, he sent his free hand down to jack off his own respectable nine-incher. By the time he had cleaned the last drop of spent cum off Chris' knob and shaft, he was ready to shoot himself. He took Chris' monster schlong all the way down his throat and, choking on it, beat wildly on his own shaft until it sprayed ten ropes on steamy hot jism into the air, landing on his sexy belly.
"Good boy," Chris purred. "Good little bitch. You love eating my big cock, don'tcha. I'll use you again sometime real soon."
Catching his breath, Ben smiled. He knew it was true. Now, who could he get to eat these loads out of his hole and fuck him a few more times before he had to pick up Amy at the mall?
THE END
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My other stories are "Enrique, Eminem and Justin", "Ryan's Hole" and "40 Days and 39 Nights" in Gay/Celebrities, "Buttsex Junkie" in Bisexual/Beginnings, and "Cup of Joe" in Gay/Authoritarian.