Becoming The Team Milker - Part 3

Everyone is 18. This is fiction.

My arms got sore, and my mouth and throat got brutalized. My erection was straining in my pants and my crotch was literally soaked with my precum. They used me in turns until I had milked everyone’s cock in the room, some twice, including Cole. When the last guy was using my mouth, and my hands were free, I finally freed my cock and milked myself. Justin noticed, and, not to waste a drop, grabbed the jar and held it under my cock as I shot out my pent up load. When I spit the final oral creampie into the jar, it was nearly full of whitish, clearish semen and spit. I felt so accomplished and satisfied.

As the boys left the locker room I basked in the satisfaction and new found sense of accomplishment. I felt like I was such a team player. I was proud of myself. I chatted with the guys about random stuff for a bit then headed out.

Later that same day, I was taking a piss in the main hall bathroom. Cole came in and used the urinal next to me, instead of following bro code and going to a distant urinal. I supposed that after what we had done today, there was no reason to hide anything. But still, I had a feeling that there was something more about Cole than just the team bonding oral gangbang. He actually kind of liked using my body specifically. As he took a piss right next to me, we didn’t talk, but he side-eyed my cock. I looked him in the eyes, and after we finished about the same time, he went for it.

“Can I get a blowjob? This girl has got me worked up all day on snapchat and I need a warm hole if you’re available.”

Fuck it, I thought, Why not. 

Without a word I walked into the stall without closing the door behind me, and sat down on the toilet. Cole smiled and followed me in, undoing his pants on the way, and he whipped out his cock. As I leaned forward to taste that sausage I was starting to like, he put a hand on my head to stop me. 

“Actually,” he said, “how about this?” 

He lifted me up to stand, turned me around against the stall wall and reached around to unbuckle my pants. He pulled them down to my ankles revealing my taught, teen ass. 

“You don’t have any hair on your ass.” He said as he grabbed my cheeks roughly and squeezed. 

“Like you haven’t literally groped my ass before in the showers.” I said, rolling my eyes. He chuckled. 

“This’ll do.” He said softly. 

I had learned to accept that I was the “Team Milker.” I didn’t expect it to come to servicing Cole in the off-hours, but I guess that was going to be my experience today. I had to admit, I always liked a little ass play. Plus, I had a feeling there was something to gain from taking it up the ass. I mean, I’d never seen a porno where the person taking it didn’t seem to absolutely love it. I closed my eyes and braced against the wall as pushed me forward to expose my hole, then he spit on it repeatedly, adding fingers, probing his cock, fingering again, and spitting some more until he was able to get the head into my tight hole. I flinched when he finally penetrated. He felt as thick as a sledgehammer, but I had gone too far to stop at this point. He sensed my uneasiness with the thickness of his cock, and tenderly rubbed my shoulders, holding still. After a minute I felt like I could take more, so I started to push back onto his cock. He spit again onto his shaft and pushed again, giving me a couple more inches. 

He always had the habit of playing with my ass a bit more than other guys. Most of the team just gives a light slap but he enjoyed going for the “gay jokes,” including groping, and even the occasional finger in my hole. I had never done anything like this though, and his cock was stretching me to my limits.

I leaned into the situation and started jerking my cock. I was rock hard ever since he pulled out his cock. He must be changing me. I tensed my ass, as it made my jerking feel even better. When he pushed in another inch, I felt something. Something new. 

“Oh my god,” I whispered, turning my head to look at him, “Do that again.”

Then he pulled out an inch and put it back in. I groaned, “Yeah that’s like… a good spot.”

“Must be your g-spot,” he said, “I’m kinda jealous.”

I moaned a sort of “mhmm” and pressed back into him. 

Soon he was balls deep inside me, and continued adding spit to my hole, and increasing his speed of fucking. Within a minute I stopped jerking, but all the stimulation in my ass pushed me over the edge anyway. 

“I’m gonna cum,” I groaned. I grabbed my cock mid-shaft, and just held it tight as it started spurting out onto the stall wall. It was the most I had ever cum, and repeatedly coated the wall, before finally giving a couple dribbles down onto the floor.

“Your ass is pulsing,” He said as he froze, gave a light involuntary vocalism akin to an “eckkk,” and came inside me. The pulsing of my own orgasm mixed with his pulsing cock was a perfect moment. It blended the happiness chemicals flooding my brain with brand new physical sensations in my most sensitive areas. I wasn’t in love with Cole, but I knew I would need this feeling again soon. Luckily, boarding schools are full of boys.

Cole and I cleaned ourselves up with toilet paper as best we could, got dressed and stepped out of the stall, only to be greeted by the same  skinny B-team guy who caught me giving head to Cole the day before. He was smirking and looking up at us. 

“Is it my turn?” He asked menacingly.