Chapter 73 - The Jawbreaker Mystery
My cheeks bulged and my jaw ached as I was forced to accommodate Nick's enormous boner.
My feeble attempts to pull up were no match for the blond hunk's big, muscular arms, and he had no trouble forcing my head further down, impaling my mouth onto his engorged, throbbing member.
I coughed and gagged, but the handsome jock wasn't buying it.
"Come on, Steven. Just open your mouth." he scolded, holding the back of my head down and tapping me on the butt with his other hand.
Open my mouth?! What the hell did he think I was doing?!
"Uugghmh...uugggghhm." I protested, unable to move my tongue or formulate even the most basic of words.
I swear, Nick's boner was as THICK as a fuckin' cucumber!
The stupid thing just plugged my mouth up and forced my lips and teeth as wide apart as they could go.
"What?" he suddenly asked, smirking cockily while keeping a tight grip on the back of my head to prevent me from ungagging myself.
"Ugghhmpph!" I cried out, gagging heavily while trying to protest the fact that he wasn't allowing me to speak.
"Haha. Got somethin' to say, boi?" he chuckled, slapping my butt hard before grabbing my head with his second hand and using BOTH his huge, muscular arms to plug me up with his giant cock.
"Ugggh! Uggggh!" I screamed and coughed, unable to cope with the size and thickness of his freakishly
large member.
"Yeah, that's it." Nick mumbled, purring deeply as I choked on the enormous man-meat that was starting to clog the back of my mouth up.
I had to whimper, cry out, moan and repeatedly tap on my hunky lover's abs and thighs for him to let my head go and allow me to pull up.
I spat, gagged and coughed, but he just laughed and mentioned something about how small my mouth was.
After some pleading and whimpering, I managed to convince the horny stud to allow me to go about this at my own pace. No small feat, considering how intent he was on forcing his giant tool all the way into my throat.
And so, I spent the next ten or fifteen minutes, using my mouth to try and please the brute while he just sat there and rested the back of his head into his crossed palms, exposing the underside of his huge biceps and airing out his big, hairy pits.
This
wasn't any easier than the first time I'd tried it, and I wasn't too keen on getting whiffs of the strong musk coming from his bushy crotch either.
I stretched my mouth wide open, and desperately tried to swirl my tongue around the stud's large, mushroom-shaped cockhead.
The tip of his boner wasn't nearly as sensitive as mine was, and my pathetic attempts at pleasing his member had little effect.
Nick seemed to get at least
some amount of pleasure when my lips reached halfway down his throbbing shaft, but I couldn't go any further without puking my guts out, and couldn't move my tongue at all because of his size and girth.
It didn't take long for frustration to set in, and pretty soon, I was eyeing the jock's enormous, rock-hard boner as though it was my mortal enemy.
I couldn't defeat it. Couldn't get it to spill it's hot juice and couldn't please it's horny owner.
Even though I genuinely wanted to please my hunky beast-of-a-Master, I couldn't help call it quits when I suddenly caught another strong whiff of the musk coming from his hairy crotch and nutsack.
"Ugghmph!" I protested, focusing my attention on the big, messy bush that adorned the base of his thick boner.
Fuck. He really needed a shower, I thought to myself.
Immediately pulling away from the muscular King's monster erection, I ended up gasping for air and trying to catch my breath, caught somewhere between defeat and exhaustion.
"I really suck at this." I whimpered, wiping the back of my hand over my saliva-covered lips and allowing a look of defeat to cover my face.
"Yeah. You do." Nick merely answered, smiling as he put his large hand on my head and gently ruffled my hair up.
He laughed a bit and seemed to find the whole thing pretty amusing.
The hunky blond jock seemed oblivious to the fact that I was decimated by the prospect of being unable to satisfy him. In retrospect, it might be reasonable to say that I was overacting a bit, but given how utterly horrible I was at this, I was convinced Nick would eventually lose interest in me and quickly push me out of his life.
My feelings for Nick were stronger now than they'd ever been.
He was a really horny guy though, and I knew he had a lot of needs.
He was big, I was small. Physically, we were really mismatched.
The thought of losing him because of my sexual ineptitude, was simply unbearable. And yet, since my first failed blowjob attempt a few night ago, the idea of losing him because of how useless I was, occupied my mind more and more.
Faithful to my habit of keeping stuff bottled up, I crawled away from the horny stud and slowly curled up on my side of the bed, facing away from him.
I thought Nick would just shut the light off and go to sleep, but he apparently had other plans.
"Tsk. Where d'you think you're goin'? Come here." he chuckled, forcefully pulling me closer so that I was lying next to his seated form. The jock touched my cheek and ran his fingers through my hair, but I wasn't in the mood to be cheered up and didn't purr or offer any sign of approval.
"What's wrong?" he asked, finally sensing that something was a little off.
"Nothing." I lied, after a long moment of silence. "It's just that...I don't know how I'm supposed to make you cum." I continued, allowing myself to let out part of my fears and frustrations. I wanted him to know that I was at least TRYING to make it happen.
Nick's next words really took my by surprise though.
I thought he'd tell me that I needed more practice. Or even worse, that I wasn't trying hard enough.
I really wasn't expecting this to lead where it did.
"Wait. Who said anything about cumming?" he quickly objected, causing me to look up at him with a puzzled look on my saddened face. I offered him a questioning expression, but noticed he was doing the same while looking down at me as well.
"I only told you to practice sucking on my cock. I never mentioned anything about wanting you to make me cum." he explained.
"But, I just thought..." I started defending myself.
"Aww, so you're thinking for me now?" the jock asked, cutting me off before I had a chance to finish formulating my defence.
"Noooo." I pleaded, not knowing what else to answer. "Nick, I...I just..."
"You just what?" he pressed.
"I just thought you wanted me to make you cum." I offered. In my mind, it was just a matter of connecting A and B together. But Nick obviously didn't see it that way.
"I know that's what you thought. But I never told you that's what I wanted." he answered, forcing me to face the fact that I was stepping outside my bounds a little by trying to guess his every intent.
"But...Nick. I don't get it. You don't
want me to make you cum?" I asked, speaking in a way to accentuate my disbelief.
Nick just smiled and winked down at me.
"Steven. You don't seriously believe I'm stupid enough to think that you can make me cum with that tiny little mouth of yours, do you?" he asked, looking at me with an incredulous look, as if he thought I was being incredibly naïve or something. "I mean seriously, you can barely fit your mouth around it. You really think I expect you to make me cum?"
I looked at his face, then looked down at his freakishly large, eight-inch-long cock.
But I still didn't get it.
"Steven. I'm big and I'm cut. Blowjobs have never done it for me." he explained, wording things out and explaining it to me as though I was completely naïve and ignorant.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing though.
He didn't like blowjobs?! I knew that circumcised cocks weren't quite as sensitive, but I never realised it could lessen the joy derived from getting blown! Nick
did have a point though. He
was too big for anyone with a reasonably sized mouth.
"But...but why did the girls back in high school call you The Jawbreaker if you never..." I started asking, finally allowing my words to trail off into a low mumbling.
"I wasn't called The Jawbreaker 'cause of girls giving me blowjobs. Blowjobs were never my thing." Nick answered, apparently shocked and amused by my level of ignorance.
"Then they called you that...'cause, 'cause you were always beating other guys up?" I asked, lifting an eyebrow and immediately causing Nick to laugh and chuckle in disbelief.
"Noooo. Haha."
The handsome hunk looked down at my pathetic, questioning face and chuckled once again before putting his hand on my head.
"You really have no idea, do you?" he asked, smiling cockily as he gently caressed my cheek with his fingers.
I shook my head, not knowing what he could possibly be referring to.
My jaw certainly ached! But from what I was learning, that special title he used to commonly go by
wasn't related to the many mouths he'd claimed and conquered as a growing teen.
Nick looked down at me and smirked.
"Haha. Don't worry." he laughed, tapping my butt and ruffling my hair up. "You'll soon learn why they call this thing The Jawbreaker." he told me, winking down at me and pointing a finger towards his huge, monster-of-a-cock.
Okay, now I was REALLY confused.
His cock was The Jawbreaker, but the girls in school
weren't giving him blowjobs.
What? That didn't make any sense. Why would they call it like that if their mouths weren't involved?
Something wasn't adding up...
"Alright, time for bed. You're gonna be seeing your little friend Jeremy tomorrow." Nick told me, slowly reaching down for his feet and plopping his great, big basketball shoes off before tossing them off the bed.
As soon as he did, the incredibly strong stench of his cheesy socks started filling the room up, causing me to sink down under the comforter and bury my face in my pillow to escape the smell.
The heavy hunk didn't even bother removing his socks and trackies before shutting the light off.
He just pulled his trackies back up over his very-much-erect cock, turned the light off and crashed down right next to me before wrapping his huge limbs around my body and pulling me in close.
Of course, I offered no resistance as his powerful arms and legs wrapped around me and locked me down in a tight embrace.
All my problems and worries were instantly swept away when the sexy hunk pulled his big, stinky comforter over our bodies and spooned me real tight against him.
I couldn't move.
It was perfect. Our size difference and the sheer strength and thickness of his massive limbs made this even better than I'd ever imagined.
I felt safe.
His huge, nylon-clad boner kept pulsing between us unendingly, but even as it rubbed and throbbed deep inside my crack, I felt peace and serenity.
"You comfy?" Nick asked, causing me to purr deeply inside the thick pillow my face was smothered into.
Almost as if reading my mind, the giant, muscular blond Alpha pulled me in beneath him and squashed me down underneath his heavy, powerful body.
I tried struggling a bit, but the beefy hunk just chuckled and allowed a low growling noise to escape his lips.
"I want you to stop worrying about not being able to make me cum." he told me, speaking in a low voice and adopting an almost-fatherly tone.
I just purred beneath his broad chest, enjoying the warm feeling of his skin and the weight of his body on top of mine.
"You hear me?" he asked, apparently not taking my silence for an answer.
"Hmm hummph." I mumbled, unable to get my face out of the thick pillow he was smothering me into.
"The only thing you have to worry about is keeping your head down and doing what I tell you to do. Understood?" he asked, keeping his huge arms wrapped around me and apparently not caring about the fact that his pillow was muffling me up. "If I'm not happy with what you're doing, I'm just gonna show you how I want it done. And if you disobey me, I'm gonna fuckin' beat your ass and you're gonna be punished. It's as simple as that, babe." he continued.
"I'm sorry, Sir." I mumbled after having managed to twist part of my face out of the lofty pillow. "I'm just...afraid to disappoint you. You're so big, and I..."
"Are you in charge?" Nick cut off, taking a serious tone and rising his upper body up on his elbows.
"What? No. No, Sir. Of course not. You're the boss, Sir." I whimpered, nuzzling the underside of his thick bicep and attempting to sink further beneath his incredibly hunky body.
"Then if I'm the boss, let me do my job." he scolded, glaring down at me, even as I submissively puckered my lips up against his powerful bicep and ventured dangerously close to his big, bushy armpit.
Let him do his job? I didn't really understand at first. But as he spoke, his point became clearer.
"If you want this to work out, you're gonna do as you're told and you're gonna stop worrying about silly shit." he continued. "I'M the one who's in charge here. I'M the one who's looking out for you. Stop tryin' to do my job. If I'm not happy with something, trust me, you'll know. You don't need to think for me, and you don't get to assume that you know what's going through my head when I tell you to do something. You just DO what I tell you, and it ends there." he scolded with his deep, masculine voice.
"Yes, Sir." I answered, lowering my eyes down in submission even though the room was almost pitch black.
"It's up to ME to train you. If I tell you to practice sucking my cock, you practice sucking my cock. You don't pull out and start sulking 'cause I don't cum." he continued, before finally allowing a few seconds of silence to pass by.
"If I want you getting better at something, I'll fuckin' train you to get better. Understood? Leave the worrying to me. I'll show you what I want. The only thing YOU'VE got to worry about, is obeying. You hear me?"
he pressed, sounding a tad bit irritated that he had to spell everything out for me like this.
"Yes, Sir." I whimpered again, making myself smaller and craning my head down even further underneath his hulking chest.
"I'm not disappointed in you, Steven." he said, suddenly adopting a slightly softer tone. "I really do enjoy watching that little mouth of yours struggle against my cock." he teased, lowering his face over my head and
planting a kiss on my hair.
I purred and giggled a bit under my breathe, blushing mildly at the fact that he thought I was cute.
"And you know what?" he spoke, letting his deep voice roll off his tongue like sweet nectar. "Your little baby mouth is a fuckin' turn on. I've always wanted to stick my boner in there and make you gag on it." he admitted, licking the back of my ear and grinding his huge nylon-clad shaft into my uncovered butt crack.
I have to admit, I was
incredibly flattered to hear that, and couldn't stop my body from tingling in delight.
All those years of teasing. All those years of calling me his bitch and then saying stuff about how my mouth was fuckable. It all made sense now!
I giggled a bit and allowed his words to sink in before coming up with an answer.
"I don't have a baby mouth..." I retorted, rolling my eyes and laughing at his comment.
Truthfully, my mouth was a bit on the small side, but was still WELL within what was considered "normal".
"Tsk. Yeah you do. It's fuckin' tiny! Look at that." he teased, squeezing my cheeks playfully and causing my lips to bulge out.
"Ohw, Nick. Stoooop..." I protesting, giggling like a child.
"My mouth is normal. You're the one with the huge penis." I bluntly pointed out, causing Nick to scoff and chuckle in apparent disbelief. No doubt the jock was more than a little taken aback by my accusatory tone.
"Oh, now it's MY fault is it?" he asked, smirking cockily. "Yeah, I guess you're right about that. Haha." he chuckled, once against grinding himself into me and rubbing his throbbing slab of meat in between my butt cheeks.
"Rrrmmhh. I guess that's just too bad for you, eh Steevie-boi?" The hunk growled, purring into my ear and wrapping his big, powerful limbs even tighter around me." 'Cause my huge penis can't wait to fuck that tight little hole of yours." he warned, using my own words and turning them against me.
By speaking ill of his
huge cock, I'd inadvertently alerted Nick to the fact that I viewed his boner as being my enemy...something that the hunky, blond jerk was only too happy to go along with.
There could be no going back. The words had already left my mouth.
From this point forward, the oversized phallus sticking out between my hunky Alpha's giant thighs, would become my enemy. Day after day, Nick would take great pleasure in reminding me of that.
I closed my eyes, moaned and drove my hips down into the mattress.
My horny muscle-King spent the next minute or two, growling, flexing his huge thighs and biceps and grinding himself on top of me. That didn't last long though. Pretty soon, the handsome, blue-eyed steed slipped into the dream world and I ended up following, just a few minutes later.
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Any of you guys care to help Steven guess the answer to this Jawbreaker mystery?