The Cox Family Orgies

Chapter Four: Initiation Phase II: Sammy's Day

I awoke later that Saturday night after having slept all afternoon. I was groggy, and felt a body pressed against me. I was about to scream when I felt a soft cock between my legs and the scratchiness of facial hair against my shoulder blades, and with a rush it all came back to me. I smiled, glad that it wasn’t just a dream and that every one of my sexual fantasies were now coming true.

I opened my eyes sat up, feeling Ron’s hairy arm across my lap. We had been sleeping together, spooning on the living room couch. I saw Grandpa asleep on the ottoman, naked and snoring. I walked over and caressed his body, fondling his balls a little bit, not wanting to wake him up. My cock twitched, but it hurt to get hard, since I had came three times just a few hours ago.

I heard noises in the kitchen and walked there naked, feeling bewildered. My ass hole hurt like a bitch and my mouth was dry and tasted like cum. I felt a crusty layer all around my mouth too.

“Charlie!” Sam said as I entered the kitchen. He was wearing a bathrobe and sitting at the table. I smiled at him and he put his arm around me. “That was awesome, last night.”

“Best night of my life,” I said with a smile, sitting next to him, staring at his muscled, athletic shoulders.

“Being a Cox is the best,” Sam said with a smile. “But that was only the first phase of the initiation. Round Two starts today.” My cock twitched and my mouth started to water at the image of more family fucking in my near future.

“More dick?” I asked, sitting onto the seat next to Sam, eyeing the bulge in his bathrobe.

“More dick, more balls, more butts, and more cum.” Sam said as my eyes widened.

“Morning, son” My father said as he walked in, dressed for work. I blushed when I saw him, and he smiled, standing next to me to rub my head.

“I’ve waiting sixteen years for that night,” He whispered in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. He then stood up, playing with my short hair with his long, strong hands, his crotch against the back of my head. As he played with my hair and arched my neck so that the back of my head could feel his flaccid dick inside his designer briefs.

“Uh-uh!” My father said playfully stepping back. “I’m not allowed to touch you until Friday.”

“What?” I asked, confusion registering on my face. “I thought we could do this every night.”

Sammy laughed, and my father snorted.

“We’ll get there,” Jonathan said. “But we take turns for Phase Two of the Initiation. Sammy get’s today, Monday – Grandpa on Wednesday – Me on Friday – and Ronnie on Sunday, the Lord’s day.”

Fuck! I wanted them every second of any day.

“I’m going to go to work,” Jon said as he screwed the lid onto his thermos. “And Charlie, you’d better go get ready. Do you still have that little league Mets uniform?”

“From when I was twelve?” I asked confused.

“Yeah,” Jon continued, walking out of the door. “Go put it on. You’re going to need to today. You’re gunna be the ball boy.” Jonathan laughed as he walked out of the door.

“The ball boy?” I asked Sam.

“Sort of,” Sam said as he stood up to go change. “You’re going to be the team’s bitch.”

ooooo

I was sitting in the locker room underneath the bleachers. I was wearing my too-tight baseball uniform, with suffocatingly tight pants and a shirt that showed off my navel. I looked like a little queer slut. Sam and I had driven over in his blue sports car, talking about the previous night, reliving each moment with dirty, erotic words. I jacked him off as he drove, slowly and hard, begging for cum to squirt out. But he held off, squeezing my thigh, telling me that more would come later.

I had watched their practice for a while, looking at their built, sweaty bodies running across the field. I got hard just watching them and had to go into the dug out to jack off. Right now I was sitting, cock in one hand, a dirty jockstrap that I found on the floor in the other. I was sniffing the dirty, yellowed strap, smelling sweat, cock, and man. The fabric was stained and pissed in and I licked it, craving the meat that it once held.

Just then the locker room door burst open and twelve sweaty, tired guys in baseball uniforms walked in.

“What the fuck?” I large black man screamed, throwing a bat on the floor. “What the fuck are you doing with my jock strap, cunt?”

“This, Jarell,” Sam explained, “is our new team slut.”

Jarell smiled, dirty thoughts flooding his mind like hot cum.

“Alright, well lick this jock strap,” Jarell said, pulling down the front of his pants, revealing a cup and jock.

I smiled, and bent forward like the little slut I’ve been becoming, feeling the hard cup against my forehead. It smelled like dick and man. I sat, one leg on each side of the bench, as he stood at the end of the bench. I stuck me butt back, showing off my butt crack.

Jarell opened up the snap to his cup, pulling out the extra-large plastic insert inside, leaving just the jock strip. Now I could feel the outline of his dick and balls, and they were huge. I pulled the dick out of the side and held it like a precious jewel. I stroked it, and it became hard, easily the biggest cock I’ve yet seen. Nine inches long and as thick as me wrist.

“You’re a monster,” I grumbled as I licked his nuts and jacked him off.

“Yes he is,” Sam said, rubbing my hair. “Jarell Olu here is part of the Olu family – a family that you’re going to be knowing very well when you entire Phase Three of the initiation”

“I remember my Initiation,” Jarell chucked, his voice deep and sexy. “See how much you can swallow, Charlie.”

I opened my mouth, the cock barely fitting in, and started sucking on the tip. That’s as far as I got before I got, just the tip.

“You can do better than that, boy!” Jarell grabbed my head on either side and pushed my head onto his dick. I choked, feeling the head slam against the back of my throat, making me gag. I thought I was going to throw up when he suddenly pulled out, leaving me gasping and spluttering.

“You’ve got to work on that, boy” Jarell chucked. “There’s some Olu men who have dicks bigger than mine, and you’re going to have to take those bad boys. I wish I could fuck you today to get you prepared, but that’s against the rules for me.”

“But not for us,” A semi-overweight team player said across the room. “And I want to feel your little boy twat kissing my dick”

The rest of the team laughed and started pulling off their sweaty uniforms. There
were fifteen of them – a few black guys, but mostly all white – and they were all hot and horny.

“To the showers!” Chuck, a red-haired and barrel-chested man shouted as he grabbed me by the roots of my hair. I was dragged on the floor, clinging to his thick wrists as he dragged me on the tiles. As I was dragged the rest of the men on the team pulled off my uniform, leaving me naked and exposed.

Chuck then threw me on the hard tiles, and I slid on the slippery floor and crashed roughly against the hard wall.

“That’s right, bitch” Chuck said as he ran his fingers through his hair. All fifteen of them were entering the showers, all naked and reeking of sweat. They turned on the showers, the hot water spraying all over me. The shower filled up with steam, and the whole room had a dreamy feel. I lay against the wall while they all rinsed off, steam, hot water, and sweat covering my body.

“I gotta take a piss,” Chuck said from across the room, walking towards me. “Open your mouth, slut.”

“Gross Chuck!” Sammy yelled from across the room, body wash in hand. “Don’t do it unless you want to, Charlie.”

“You’re going to whether you like it or not,” Chuck snorted. He was beefy – a lot like my Uncle Ron, but older and a little fatter. But he had the meatiest thighs and a muscled chest. His dick was uncut and four inches long flaccid.

“Drink up, cunt” Chuck grunted as he roughly grabbed my jaw with on hand. He hooked his thumb into my cheek and propped open my mouth. His dick twitched and then a thick spray of piss shot out, all over my face. I closed my eyes, feeling the warm liquid sprayed all over my face, shooting up my nose and into my mouth. Chuck’s thumb kept my mouth propped open and I felt his urine shoot into my mouth. I let the piss fill up and some of it dripped out of the corner’s of my mouth. It tasted acridic and salty, and stank.

“Swallow!” Chuck ordered, my eyes still closed. I closed my mouth and gulped quickly, finding trouble swallowing the piss.

“Don’t gag – take it all!” Chuck ordered, pushing his hand on my face so his palm closed my mouth shut, disallowing any pee to squirt out. I gagged, nearly choking, and swallowed it all. He removed his hand and I gasped as he picked me up into his arms. My eyes were still closed because piss was all over my face. He cradled me like a baby and then put me under the shower head, water washing my face.

“Good boy, good boy,” Chuck cooned, a complete reversal of character. “You did well, boy, and now I’m going to repay you.”

He had me stand up and then he got on his knees, my hands on his shoulders. Me cock was hard as rock, and he suddenly put his mouth on it. I gasped – I had only ever sucked or been fucked, but I’ve never sucked – and moaned as he sucked me off. It was wonderful.

“Our turn,” Sammy said as he walked up behind me, out two bodies stand erect and pressed against each other. He wrapped his big arms around my stomach and put his dick into my butt. I screamed at the sudden intrusion – I think he must have used shampoo for lube, because it stung like hell – and moaned at the feeling of Chuck’s blow job.

Sam began to fuck me, slowly and deeply. It was only a few seconds before I came in Chuck’s mouth, moaning and splurting my seed. Chuck pulled off, his mouth open, my cum visible on his tongue. A beautiful glob of white.

“I call it!” Jarell said as he got on his knees, his beautiful black body glistening. Chuck titled his head back, his mouth still open and unswallowing. Jarell opened his mouth and licked Chuck’s tongue, lapping up my cum. They madeout messily then, mycum dripping out of the corner’s of their mouth. It was so hot that I was immediately hard again. When they were done making out Chuck went back to his submissive position at my dick.

One by one the members of the team fucked me – never more than a minute each, and they went in rotation. One person would fuck me for a minute and then he would pull out just as suddenly when another cock entered me. Jarell was the only one who never fucked me, but sucked Chuck as Chuck sucked me. When the men weren’t fucking me they were jacking each other off in a giant rotating fuck wheel. They each fucked me three times – nearly an hour later and three personal cum sessions later – when Sammy pushed me to my knees, the men all crowding around me.

They all jacked off then, and one by one they stated to cum on me, thick, heavy loads. Fifteen loads of cum splurted all over my face, leaving a thick dripping coat of cum. My face was a mask, nearly half an inch thick, of cum. My eyes were closed – covered in cum – and my mouth was open as I tried to lick away the candy cum.

“Save some for us,” one of the men – I couldn’t see who – grunted. And then I felt their tongues, all over my face, my neck, and my shoulders – licking and gobbling their own mixed cum. I felt a pair of testicle’s in my hand and I massaged the big balls, as the rough, manly tongues licked all over my face.

I squeezed the balls I was holding, squirting my fourth and final load ot the day.

“It’s nice to be a ball boy, eh” Chuck said, my hands rubbing his balls.

And it was nice. Really nice.


TBC…..

Author’s Note: Sorry for the crazy long delay! It was to long. I plan to write about three more chapters in the next few days – the more reviews, the quicker I write. The next chapter will be at the zoo so I need all of your suggestions to help (I’m not really into beastiality so I don’t know what to choose!). Anything that you suggest will be written, within reason. So review and you get extra points if you reviewed to tell me that this story made you cum!
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