Scott and Mitch, Part 2

In this chapter, Scott continues to seduce Mitch. After a hard workout, Scott plays with Mitch and explores the kinds of fantasies the high-school boy has. Both jocks get off and Mitch gets his first taste of Scott's cum.


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Scott and Mitch, Part 2
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In the last chapter: Scott went with his dad to a dinner party to meet his father's new partner on the police force. There he met the partner's son, Mitch. Scott tried to seduce Mitch and eventually had the guy eating out of his hand. before he left, Scott left Mitch a pair of his worn briefs and sexted with him while they both beat off.

Two days later, Mitch sent Scott a text to set up a time to train at the gym. He wanted to text him immediately the next day, but thought that would seem desperate. He agreed to meet Scott the following evening after Scott was done with his official shift at The Gym.

After he heard back from Scott, Mitch spent about an hour in the shower getting ready for the following day. He shaved his asshole, which had gotten hairy over the past few weeks. He had also sprouted some serious pubic hair on his balls and inner thighs. Mitch shaved it all off except for a triangle of dark hair above his dick. He took out his clippers and trimmed the hair short. He didn't have much of a beard yet, so he didn't have to worry about shaving his face. He checked himself out in the mirror. Overall, he thought he looked pretty hot.

The following day Mitch picked out clothing that was tight enough to show off his body but not so tight as to look weird. Instead of wearing a thong, which was his normal gear, he put on a tight jockstrap. He was worried about getting a hard-on at the gym. He ran out of the house without saying good-bye to his parents.

When he got to The Gym, Scott was standing behind the counter, shooting the shit with another guy who worked there. Unlike the gym that Mitch was used to, all of the guys at The Gym seemed to be into pretty serious body work. Most of them were huge and a lot of them were hot.

"Hey Mitch," Scott said. HIs face broke into a smile when he saw Mitch.

"Hey." Mitch replied.

"This your new guy, Scott?" The guy standing next to Scott was tall and dark. He looked Italian or Greek. His black hair was cut short, and he had some scruff on his face. His upper body was massive.

"Yep." said Scott.

"You're lucky, kid." said the guy. "Scott's good. He'll be making big bucks soon."

"Good. I really want to put on some mass. I want to look like you." Mitch said. He blushed as soon as he said it. The other guy didn't think it was weird at all. He just flexed a little and then walked back to the computer.

"You ready?" Scott asked as he led Mitch into the weight room.

"I think so." Mitch said.

Scott worked Mitch's body for the next hour. By the end of the workout, every single muscle in Mitch's upper body burned. Scott promised him that they would work his lower body tomorrow. Throughout the work-out, Scott had been very hands-on, but also professional. Mitch knew that Scott wanted to fuck him, but the guy didn't make any moves during the workout. Mitch supposed that Scott was trying to cultivate a certain level of professionalism in order to grow his business.

That's not to say that Mitch was able to maintain his composure. Scott was a complete and total stud, especially in his gym clothes. He wore a grey wife-beater that was dark under his arms from his sweat. His pit hair hung out every time he lifted his arms, and his workout shorts, though long, grabbed him around the waist and showed off his perfect V-shaped frame. Between every exercise, Mitch tried to imagine what Scott was packing underneath his shorts and how muscular his abs and chest must be.

When they finished with the weights, Scott walked Mitch back to an empty office that he and the other trainers shared. There were various charts on the wall and the room looked a little bit like a doctor's office. Scott motioned Mitch to a chair and then sat on the edge of a small desk.

"You ready for your second workout?" Scott asked.

Mitch blushed. "I think so."

Scott ran his hand through Mitch's hair, pulling his head back a little. He looked at Mitch's smooth, pink cheeks and his dick started to get hard. "You're so fucking cute. I'm not sure if I should fuck you or make out with you."

Mitch honestly hoped he would do both.

Scott leaned back and let go of Mitch "I'm going to ask you some questions. You better be honest. Got it?"  Scott said.

Mitch nodded.

"Have you ever been with a man before?" he asked.

Mitch nodded.

"You've sucked cock?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, five or six guys." Mitch said.

"Have you been fucked?" Scott asked.

Mitch nodded again.

"A lot?" Scott probed.

"Yeah, I was getting fucked pretty regularly over the summer." Mitch said. He was trying his best to avoid telling Scott that he had been getting fucked by his own brother. He hoped that Scott didn't ask him who was doing the fucking.

"Have you ever fucked?" Scott asked.

Mitch shook his head.

"Total bottom, huh? I bet you're a real whore when you get going." Scott said. He leaned over and twisted one of Mitch's nipples. Mitch's cock spasmed in response. He was rock hard. It wouldn't take much to get him to cum.

"What kind of guys do you like?" Scott asked.

"Guys like you." Mitch said. He smiled a little and tried to show off his own body as he said this.

"Yeah, I picked up on that. What do you like about guys like me?" Scott asked. He was rubbing Mitch's chest now.

"I like your muscles," Mitch said. Then he realized that that was not really the truth. At least, it wasn't the whole truth. "I like the way guys like you can manhandle me, hold me down and fuck me, feed me your jock cock and make me lick your balls. I like the way you smell and taste. Like right now I can smell your sweat and your pits, and my cock is drooling. I just . . . I like it all."

Mitch blushed again. He hadn't been expecting to let out a torrent of words like this which really told Scott how he desired. He was embarrassed.

"It's ok. It's good that you know what you like. And you're a lucky guy because I like smooth high-school boys to lick the sweat off my muscles and suck my nuts and take my cock while I hold them down." Scott paused for a few moments. "Are you going to do what I tell you?"

"Yes," Mitch said, "Er . . . yes sir."

"Yeah," Scott hissed. "You can call me sir if you want."

Scott stood up from the desk and walked behind Mitch. He put both of his hands on Mitch's shoulders and then ran his hands down the front of Mitch's body. Mitch's muscles quivered underneath the touch. Mitch was so horny and so entranced by this guy that he felt like he would cum any minute. He let out a long breath and and leaned his head back against Scott's body. His skull pressed into the top of Scott's crotch.

"If I told you to get on your knees and lick my feet, right now, would you do it?" Scott asked.

Mitch nodded. Scott's hands had moved up to Mitch's neck. He was playing with Mitch's muscles, massaging his shoulders and upper back, but at the same time occasionally grabbing his throat. It was all a part of the relationship of control that Scott was trying to establish. He grabbed Mitch's throat just enough to make it a little hard for him to breath, and then relaxed his grip.

"If I told you to go out into the gym and beg Colin, the guy at the front desk, to let you suck his straight jock cock, would you do it?"

Mitch wasn't so sure he would be able to do this, but he nodded his head anyway. He had never, ever, been that forward with a guy, but he didn't see why he couldn't be.

"Yeah, I bet you would." Scott said. He pulled Mitch's head up and looked down at him. "Col loves getting his dick sucked, and he's not particular about who does it. He shoots a big load too."

Mitch gazed upward at Scott. His chest was rising and falling with his quickening breath. As he breathed, his nostrils flared. From this angle, all Mitch noticed was Scott's prominent nose, his square chin, and brow ridge. It made him look masculine and aggressive.

Scott's hands ventured down the sides of Mitch's skull and then he plunged his index finger into Mitch's mouth. He slowly fucked Mitch's mouth with his finger, and Mitch responded by sucking the digit like it was a cock.

"Just imagine that muscle stud driving his cock in and out of your mouth, Mitch." Scott said, "I'm getting hard just thinking about it."

Indeed, Mitch finally felt something in Scott's crotch. His cock, which had somehow stayed soft until now, was starting to get thick and hard against the back of Mitch's head.

"When I tell you to drink my piss, straight from my thick dick, are you going to do it, Mitch?" Scott asked. He pulled the boy's head back again and looked down into his eyes, "Because I'm going to ask you to do that, Mitch."

At the thought of drinking another man's piss, Mitch's stomach turned a little bit. His immediate physical reaction was to be grossed out. Deep in his mind and in his cock, however, things played out a little differently. He was willing to do almost anything for Scott, anything that wouldn't get him hurt at least. What better way to show his submission and his devotion than to let Scott piss on him. His dick got a little hard when he thought about it. It was something completely new, something that he didn't know if he liked or not.

Scott picked up on his hesitation. "Don't worry, you'll do it. I can already tell. You'll beg me to piss on you. You just wait."

He pulled Mitch's head back and used one of his fingers to open Mitch's mouth. Scott leaned over him and spit onto Mitch's face. The gob of thick saliva landed mostly in the seventeen year-old's mouth, but some got on his chin and lips. Scott pushed the spit into Mitch's open mouth and let Mitch suck the spit off of his fingers and hand. He moved his palm over Mitch's face, getting his slimy spit and sweat all over the boy.

Scott suddenly turned around and straddled Mitch. He sat down on Mitch's lap facing him. Mitch worried that the chair would buckle from the additional weight. Scott was a mountain of muscle and his mass was cutting off the blood flow in Mitch's legs. Scott ground his firm ass against Mitch's dick.

"You got a nice hard cock, huh?" Scott asked.

Mitch moaned. He was moments away from cumming. Luckily Scott stopped moving. He quickly kissed Mitch on the lips, plunging his tongue into Mitch's mouth for a second and then standing back up. As he stood, Scott let the tip of his nose trace a line over Mitch's face. Then, he pushed his bulging crotch against Mitch's face for a millisecond, giving Mitch only a moment to smell the damp sweat and feel the heat coming off of his junk.

"Take your clothes off. I want to see the whole package." Scott said. He had sat back down on the corner of the desk.

Mitch stood up and pulled off his shirt. His muscular chest and arms were the part of his body that he was most proud of. A constant routine at the gym had created bulging pecs and strong shoulders, giving him a very masculine shape. He pulled off his gym shorts and then grabbed onto the waistband of the jockstrap he had thrown on. As soon as the pouch pulled away from his body, his six and a half inch dick slapped up against his stomach. His dick head was moist from all the precum he had been producing.

Mitch bent down, slowly and purposefully to grab his shorts and jock from the floor. As he bent over, he turned his ass toward Scott. Frequent squats and other exercises had sculpted his ass into a big, muscular booty. Every time Mitch looked at himself in the mirror, he thought his ass just screamed that it wanted to be fucked.

"Fuck," Scott said. "You got a fine ass. We won't need to do too much work on that."

Mitch blushed a little as he stood up. He was about to walk over to Scott and put the moves on him when he heard the door open behind him.

"Whoa," Colin, the guy who worked the desk with Scott, said.

"It's cool, Col." Scott said before Mitch could freak out. "I was just checking out Mitch's body to see what we have to work on."

"Right . . ." Colin said. He glance at Mitch and then turned back toward the door, "Well, his ass looks fine to me."

"You like that firm ass, Col?" Scott asked. "You an ass man?"

Colin stumbled over his words a little before saying, "If that was a chick, bro, I'd be all over her. That's all I'm saying."

Colin slipped out of the office. Mitch was breathing hard and his dick was still rock hard. His face was red. He had clearly been embarrassed by Colin's entrance.

"Hear that? Colin thinks you've got a nice ass too." Scott said. He stood up and started to move toward Mitch, "Would you like him to fuck you?"

"He's hot." Mitch said. It was the truth. Colin was a stud, and Mitch would gladly let the guy plant a load in his gut.

"You've definitely got a type. You like your guys strong and confidant. We've got a lot of that here." Scott placed a hand on Mitch's back and bent him over a bit. His fingers slid down Mitch's back and then one of his digits pushed against Mitch's hole.

"Just imagine Col lining his dick up with your asshole, treating you like one of the skanks he picks up at the bar. And then . . " Scott pushed his finger into Mitch's ass. It stung a little but a burst of pleasure shot right into Mitch's dick, "He slips his dick into your hot cunt. Then he just goes nuts, banging the shit out of your pussy. Grabbing onto your hips and fucking you silly. Maybe he'd even reach around and play with your tits a little. Do you like that idea?"

"Yeah," Mitch said. He pushed his asshole back against Scott's finger. He started to work his muscles around the digit and fucked himself against Scott's hand. Scott responded by pressing another digit into Mitch's ass. He pulled the fingers apart a little to stretch the boy out. Every so often he spit on Mitch's hole to keep him lubed up.

"Yeah, I can tell you like it." Scott said. He was practically whispering now. "Maybe when Colin's at the bar after work, he lets slip that he found a hot new pussy. An ass that just begs to get fucked. Then all his buddies would want a crack at this cunt."

Scott sat down on the chair that Mitch had previously been sitting in. He bent Mitch over his lap and kept his fingers in his ass. Mitch's leaky cock was pressed against Scott's gym shorts, leaving a trail of precum across his leg. Scott's hard dick pushed against Mitch's stomach.

"Or maybe, Col tells his little brother about your hot pussy, and then all the jocks at your high-school are lining up to fuck you. After practice, the football team, maybe even your buddies on the track team, would pass you around, using your mouth and your pussy until you could hardly stand anymore. Then they'd throw you in the trough and piss all over you. And all of those guys are going to go wild for your cunt because they don't have to worry about knocking you up. They sure as hell know you won't end up dating them."

All throughout this dirty talk, Scott kept drilling Mitch's ass with his fingers. He had a slow, but steady rhythm going. Occasionally, he would stop plunging in and out and start to toy with Mitch's hole a little. He would pull on the lips and open Mitch up wide. Once inside, his fingers would curl around and touch Mitch's prostate. In response to all of the stimulation, Mitch had started to hump Scott's lap, driving his cock up against the stud's muscular thigh.

"Or maybe we could just set you up here. The gym rats around this place are so souped up on testosterone that they don't care who they're fucking. They would get off on having a strong, muscled, slut like you begging to suck their dicks and get fucked by them. They probably wouldn't be that nice to you. They'd probably call you a fag when you crawled on your hands and knees to service their heavy, sweaty nuts. But you wouldn't care, would you? Not as long as you got to drink their hot loads."

Mitch couldn't take it anymore. He felt the cum building up in his balls, and his orgasm was immanent.

"Scott . . ." he muttered.

"That's right, baby, say my name while you shoot your load." Scott said.

Mitch humped his dick into Scott's thigh, which seemed hotter and harder than it had before. His cock head slid across the nylon fabric of Scott's shorts, and he felt Scott's hard dick moving against his body. "Scott," he groaned, "Scott . . . Scott."

Mitch shot his load onto Scott's thigh. The first blast was so violent that he felt like he was going to black out. After that, he shot what felt like a dozen ropes of jizz as Scott fingered his asshole. The cum didn't really soak into Scott's shorts, but instead made a slimy mess in Mitch's pubes and all over Scott's thigh.

Scott slid his fingers out of Mitch's ass and let the boy slide off of his lap onto the floor. Mitch looked at the gobs of cum sticking to the red shorts as he sat on his knees. Scott ran a finger through the cum on his shorts and brought it up to his mouth.

He smiled. "You taste good, Mitch."

Scott lifted Mitch into a standing position. Mitch's crotch was right in front of him and he pulled Mitch in. He licked Mitch's cum off of his lower abs and then sucked what he could out of Mitch's short pubes. The cum tasted salty to him, and it was thick and gooey. He pressed his nose into Mitch's abs and let the chlorine reek of cum invade his brain.

Scott moved to Mitch's cock, which was still half-hard. He sucked the entire length of Mitch's dick into his mouth and licked the cum off of his shaft and the tip of his head. Mitch pulled away because his dick was super-sensitive after cumming. As he jerked backward, Scott's hands tightened on his ass and pulled him forward. Scott stabbed his tongue underneath Mitch's foreskin and did his best to swirl it around the head. Mitch was almost dying from the pain on his dick. He kept pulling back but Scott held him tight. After about a minute of this treatment, Scott let Mitch pull away.

"Don't ever pull away from me." Scott said in a firm voice. "You understand?"

Mitch nodded.

"Good, now clean up the mess you made on my shorts." Scott said.

Mitch got back down onto his knees and started to lick his own cum off of Scott's shorts. Licking didn't really work, as the cum had been pressed into the fabric while he humped Scott's leg. He had to take some of the fabric into his mouth and suck the cum out.

As he was cleaning up the cum, Mitch's eyes were locked on the bulge that had grown in the front of Scott's shorts. He wanted to see Scott's cock and to suck it if possible. When he figured that he had done a good enough job licking up his cum, Mitch started to venture closer to Scott's crotch. He was just getting to the point where he could practically feel the heat coming from Scott's dick, when Scott put a hand on his forehead and pushed him away.

Mitch looked up at Scott, whose blue eyes burned a hole straight through to the back of his head. Scott had removed his shirt, and his perfectly sculpted chest was moving up and down with his breathing. He didn't say anything, he was clearly waiting for Mitch to make a move, but the previous move had been the wrong one. It occurred to Mitch that he should have asked before he started to move to Scott's crotch.

"Can I see your cock," Mitch mumbled before he said, more confidently, "Please let me see your cock, sir."

"Lick it a little first." Scott said. He didn't give MItch a chance to move, but instead grabbed onto his head and pushed him into his junk.

Mitch immediately started to lick the hard shaft through the fabric, but what really got to him was the smell of Scott's crotch. He had had plenty of experience with Scott's cummy briefs in the days since Scott left them for him, but this was a whole different animal. Scott had been working out all day in these shorts, and they stunk like sweat and male rut.

When Scott was satisfied, he finally pulled down the waistband of his shorts. His dick, eight inches long with a thick foreskin covering the head, popped out of his shorts. A cotton jockstrap was pushed to the side of Scott's groin. Mitch pulled Scott's shorts down while at the same time moving his mouth to Scott's cock.

Scott grabbed his dick by the shaft and ran the tip underneath Mitch's nose before slipping it into his mouth. He wanted Mitch to smell his precum and dick slime while he was getting his nut in Mitch's mouth. He gasped a little as Mitch's full lips parted and then wrapped around his dick.

Mitch did his best to give Scott the best blow-job he had ever given. He worked his hands over the shaft while focusing his oral skills on Scott's dick head and the top few inches of his shaft. At one point he tried to move his mouth south to Scott's balls, but Scott pulled him back up.

"Next time," Scott said in a husky voice.

As he sucked, Scott started to buck his hips up into Mitch's mouth. Scott's mind went blank as the pleasure of Mitch's mouth overwhelmed him. The blow-job was probably the best he had ever gotten. The boy had clearly had lots of practice.

"Fuck," Scott shouted, "You give good head for a high-school boy. Whoever showed you the ropes should get a medal. They should open up a fucking dick sucking school. "

Scott's hands were on the back of Mitch's head now. He was pushing Mitch's face onto his cock while at the same time fucking his mouth with his hips. Every so often, Mitch would choke a little, but he did an impressive job overall.

"You ready for my cum, Mitch?" Scott asked.

Mitch nodded and moaned a little, but did not bother taking Scott's dick out of his mouth to answer.

"Yeah, you're mine now. My boy," Scott taunted. "You might have a real man's body, but you're a whore for cock."

As he said this, Scott ran his hands over Mitch's muscular shoulders and back. The boy was built, and it turned Scott on more than he would have ever imagined. He had put more than a few guys in Mitch's position before, but they had never looked like this. Mitch seemed out of place, as if he should be fighting Scott for some of this control, but thus far he had bent himself to Scott's will every chance that he got.

Scott didn't warn Mitch before he started to cum. He repositioned his hand on the back of Mitch's head, just in case the boy decided to pull away. Otherwise, he let Mitch figure it out on his own. When Mitch felt Scott's balls pull up and his dick throb, he knew what was coming, and he knew that he was expected to swallow every single drop.

Scott shoved his dick deep into the back of Mitch's mouth as he delivered his first blast of cum.

Scott shot a massive load and because of the way his dick was shoved into Mitch's mouth, Mitch wasn't able to swallow it. As blast after blast of thick semen gushed into his mouth and mixed with his spit, Mitch soon felt Scott's load running over his lips and onto his chin. Scott kept thrusting into his mouth, whipping up a frothy mess on Mitch's face.

Mitch savored the salty flavor of another man's cum, which he hadn't really tasted for over a month now. He'd forgotten how much he loved it - not just the taste, but the head trip that a mouth full of cum took him on. This was another guy's load, his DNA, his baby-makers, swimming around in Mitch's mouth and getting digested by Mitch's body. In a few hours, all of this would be a part of him. A little bit of the muscle he built tonight would belong to Scott.

When he was finished, Scott pulled his dick out of Mitch's mouth, rubbing the head over the boy's puffy lips before pulling away completely. He looked down at Mitch and saw the damage his big cock had done. Mitch's eyes were red and watery and cum covered the lower half of his face.

Scott dug his finger into his load and started to scoop it into Mitch's mouth. Each time, he plunged his finger into the back of Mitch's mouth, getting him to gag a little. Down below Mitch's dick was bouncing up and down, rock hard and ready to go again already.

"You look like such a slut, Mitch." Scott said. "You should see yourself. Your face is covered with my load."

Then Scott got an idea. He grabbed his phone and took a few shots while he fed Mitch the rest of his cum. Mitch was still breathing heavily and was completely absorbed by his task. He didn't even notice that Scott was getting photographic evidence of his love for cock.

Finally, Scott pulled Mitch to his feet. He put his camera in Mitch's hands and let him see the pictures. Mitch was both impressed and mortified. He was impressed because he looked fucking hot. The guy in those pictures wasn't the high school boy he had been six months ago. He was a real man, with muscular arms and a hard cock between his legs. He also had a real man's juice all over his face. At the same time, he saw in his watery eyes the way he had been used by Scott. It was all there in the picture.

"You're so fucking pretty, Mitch." Scott said. "Probably the prettiest guy to ever wear my load."

"That was so hot." Mitch said between breaths.

Scott stood up and walked away from Mitch. He started to pull on his clothes. When he turned around, he was all business again.

"So," he said, "I think we should plan on training at least three nights a week. A guy like you is going to need lots of one-on-one supervision."

"Ok." Mitch said. His dick was still hard. He started to pull on his gym shorts and t-shirt.

Scott grabbed him by the shoulder and walked him over to the door. "If you work hard and impress me, I might even get some of the other trainers to help us out."

Mitch didn't know what to say, but as he slipped out of the door, he realized that Scott wasn't coming with him. He mumbled a quick thanks, stupid in retrospect, and then made his way out of the gym. Colin, the dark and swarthy adonis, winked at him as he passed the desk. When he got back to his car, he furiously jerked his dick until he came.

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