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Jake and Jotto: Wild encounters
After Jake had first found the website ‘Telemachus12.com’, a whole new world had opened up in front of the shy young man. At first he had just followed a link, but as soon as he clicked it, he could hardly believe his eyes.
Fuck, what a hot site! One thing was clear, he would check it out to it’s full extent. the possibilities were endless. Hot stories, pictures, links to authors all over the world.
He opened a link right under the headline ‘Newest updates’ as he clicked ‘Jotto’, and was overwhelmed by the pictures the artist had created.
Jake felt his heart pound. Twenty pages of hot drawings, all men with swelling muscles and huge cocks. Boys in peril, suffering as fat dicks were mercilessly pushed down their throats or into their tight asses. Jake felt his own dick pulse in his jeans, and he rubbed it with his left hand, while clicking to open the next picture, and the next, and the next.
His breath quickened as he opened a picture of a young black boy, maybe sixteen, wonderfully muscular, naked in a cellar of sorts, tormented with a mechanical milker and a thick steel probe rammed deeply into his ass.
They text showed the boy had been captured and was now being held for ransom, while the kidnapper abused him for cruel sexual thrills. Jake leaned back and opened the zipper of his jeans.
He was alone in his room, but he heard his mother rummage somewhere in the house, and the fat dick in his hand felt even more exciting since he knew she could walk in on him any second.
He looked down. His dickhead looked angrily swollen, drops of precum were slowly oozing out, clear nectar, ready to be devoured.
Jake used the tip of his finger to pick up a droplet of his own precum. His tongue snaked out carefully, tasting the fresh ooze. He licked his finger clean as he squeezed and milked more pre out of his dickhead, moaning low.
He closed his eyes and saw himself getting milked, mercilessly, feeling the powerful pump work his dick to deliver yet another load of hot young semen.
He came, hard, grunting out his lust and the pain in his abused nuts. His eyes, still closed, helped him to imagine who had abducted him. Mr. Miller, the creepy neighbor.
Miller always invited boys in, Jake knew. He had seen him, opening the door for the paperboy, the pizzaboy, the sex elders from Jehovah's witnesses, all those boycotts and sometimes even young handymen.
Jake worked his dick frantically now. Mr. Miller surely paid the boys, Jake suspected. Paid them to strip for him, to be able to touch them, jerk them off, maybe even to drink their youthful loads, their salty sweet cumshots.
His dick still in his hand, Jake clicked again. The next pic that caught his eye was again of a black young guy, chained to a chair, with several men. The black boys face showed he was used against his will, but his rampant rod was as hard as steel as a man on his knees sucked him off holding the giant fuckstick of the black boy in his two hands.
Jake knew Miller would do just that, capture young guys, chain them down, let men use them for a hefty sum. Miller didn’t work, it seemed, but always had nice cars and wore nice clothes. Jake somehow knew something was awry.
He closed the screen and pushed his fat cock back into his jeans as he heard the vacuum-cleaner right in front of his door. His mom would surely walk in any minute, and he needed to pretend he was doing his homework.
He opened the biology file he had to study. Da Vinci’s study of a naked man caught his eye, and Jake remembered a picture just like it, but in a much more peculiar setting.
Jotto had created a fantasy of a carnival, with a muscle boy attached to a wheel of fortune, naked, his long dick flopping around. The words on the wheel described various sex practices, and the fat boydick dangled over the word ‘rimming’, Jake remembered vividly.
He did not read the paragraph on screen, he just looked at the picture, while his mind was busy with imagining a boy from school on the wheel. Bobby, the star athlete, hunk and jock, the wet dream of any girl at school and Jake especially. Bobby was a pompous ass, and he was just the boy to hook up and spin around until he was unconscious and easy prey for the horny nerd Jake.
His mom stopped vacuuming the hallway, and Jake’s mind returned to Jotto, while his hand freed his dick once again.
There was Bobby again, in a naked workout, working the vaulting horse with grace, power, and a fat hardon. Jake was sure Coach Smith would love to make his star athlete work out like this.
Slowly jerking off, Jake browsed the site. Another picture caught his eye, a boy on a bed. Just like his own dick, the boy on the bed’s cock oozed pre. The boy certainly knew someone was watching him. He gave them a show, and the guy outside had his phone in his hand, taking pictures or even filming Jake, er hem..... the boy on the bed.
When he heard his mom call him down for lunch, he had to wait a minute to will his hardon down to be able to put it back into his briefs and jogging pants.
He was so fidgety through lunch that he wasn't even able to finish his sandwich. His mom, on her way out to go shopping, told him to lay down for an hour, and Jake was glad he was not asked to join her.
Even though the young guy helping to back the grocery bags had caught his eye, today he rather wanted to look at the Jotto pictures. He had noticed a picture before lunch, a boy tied up in a chair, but still smirking. A handwritten text talked about what the boy did with his headmaster, and Jake’s head was filled with the hottest ideas. His schools principal was ugly, but to suffer through sexual torture inflicted by this man had crossed his mind before. Rumors went around that the principal had abused hot looking athletes for years now, even though nobody had any proof.
Jake read the text with his hard on in his hand. His mother had left, and he had stripped naked, slowly jerking his cock, licking the precum off his fingers.
He oozed pre like a faucet, and another picture made him drool even more. The boy was tied in a chair just like the boy with the headmaster, but this one was gagged, his dick was milked to fill a huge water container. Jake closed his eyes and jerked off hard and quick now.. his nuts were so full they hurt, and he knew he needed to cum a fat load, saved for hours now.
He grunted and moaned, his muscles spasming, his back lifting off the mattress as his dick exploded in the biggest cumshot he could remember. He covered his sixpack abs, his pecs, some even hit his face. He licked his lips, tasted the salty sweet creamy substance, and while he scooped up his cum to eat it, he knew what picture Jotto had drawn with a boy like him in mind.
He got up and sat back in front of his computer, again scrolling through the pictures on the Telemachus website. His dick needed no break, it had stayed hard. Jake knew he should not have taken the blue pills he found in the nightstand of his moms boyfriend, at least not two of them, but he could not change anything now. His dick stood hard as steel, his nuts were churning the next hot load of cum, and his mind was unable to think of anything but sex.
The next picture that looked hot enough to watch for a little longer was about two guys fucking in a public park.
Jake fingered his own ass. He licked first one, than two fingers, and slowly inserted them into his tight sphincter. Moaning, he worked his assring with his right and his dick with his left hand, while the screen showed the two fuckers.
Jake grunted. He had three fingers up his butt now, but paused briefly to browse the Jotto file for more inspiration. he had never been fucked for real, never had felt a fat dick slide deep into his ass, but the exquisite pain Jotto’s boys showed looked just too hot.
Jake got up. He knew he needed to feel something up his butt, he wanted to feel something slowly invade his ass, slide in deep, open his assring for good.
Jake knew what he wanted, and he knew where to find it. The cucumber his mom had in the garden, her pride and joy, her own produce. Nobody in the family wanted them anymore, not even her dumb studly new boyfriend. She would not miss a nice fresh and thick example of her gardening prowess.
Still naked and with a Viagra hardon that didn’t go down, Jake walked out in the garden. he almost hoped the neighbor would watch him, lust like the peeping Tom in one particular Jotto picture.
Mr. Jones had always looked at Jake, the boy knew. he even had hired him to mow his lawn and clean his pool, and he was always doing some weeding or hung out by the pool, pretending to read. Jake knew the man was perving at him, and the hot little sixteen year old brain of his imagined being forced by the man, forced to kneel, forced to suck him off.
He dreamt of showing off for Mr. Jones. He was always about to get his dick out for the neighbor, but never dared.
The thick cucumber felt good in his hand, still warm from the sun. A little detour to his bathroom, and he had the jar of Vaseline he wanted to use to coat the thick vegetable. It looked menacingly thick in his hand, one side thicker than the other, both ends thicker than his own dick, but he was willing to try it, his head now spinning from horniness.
He spread his legs and planted them on the wall, his ass lifting up from the mattress. His greasy fingers worked his assring again, now three fingers at a time, at the same time trying to relax his muscles just like his coach had tried to teach a few boys in a yoga class last year.
Jake signed off the yoga class quickly, disappointed that nothing else had happened, and as usual, coach had showered in his own office, much to the dismay of his horny student.
Jake’s biceps bulged as he rammed the cucumber in his hand mercilessly into his own ass, moaning in lust, while his free hand worked his nipples.
The pressure was just too great: The plant in his hand worked his lust-button, and he came again, hands-free. The cucumber was still in his ass and he still worked it in and out as he heard his mothers car.....