Ryan Goes Deep
By: Giantguy
you take your time in the gym shower. maybe they'll be gone by the
time you're done. you don't know what the hell you did to piss them
off, but that asshole greg from the football team and his buddy
scott have been on your ass all night. you saw them come out of the
showers when you came in, so they have to be gone by now... right?
well, you can't stay in here any more, you're getting waterlogged.
you head back into the lockerroom ... real quiet. yeah, they've got
to be gone now. you get to your locker, open it up and drop your
towel. you bend down to pull your shoes out of your locker.
WHAP! A stinging pain hits your ass. You jump, turning around.
Greg is standing there, holding a rolled up wet towel in his hand.
Six four, musclebound, with ice blue eyes and dark hair, and a nasty
grin. His blond buddy Scott stands next to him. Both of them
laugh.
"Bullseye". They high five, coming towards you. They're just
wrapped in towels ... hanging halfway down their muscled quads,
showing heavy bulges underneath.
"Wh... what the fuck do you guys want, anyway?" You back up to the
locker. They keep coming.
"You've been looking at us, man. Yeah. We saw. Little fucker."
Greg zaps out with the towel, stinging you across the legs. You
stumble.
"So... so what?"
Scott zaps you from the other side. "So... we don't fuckin like
it."
You turn away from him ... and Greg is standing right there ... a
full head taller than you. The muscular bulk of his body seems even
bigger right up next to you. He smirks and bumps you with his
chest, knocking you back into Scott.
You reach out for balance, your hand hitting Scott's massive chest.
He knocks your hand away, and chest-bumps you also, pushing you back
against Greg. Greg knocks you back again, both of them moving in
closer till you are pinned between them, sandwiched with your head
at the level of their pecs ... Greg wraps his arms around to Scott's
shoulders, and pulls ... the breath is being squeezed out of you ...
you feel a tingling as they force themselves against you ... blood
is rushing from your head ... you are blacking out as they press
against you tighter ... tighter ... tighter ...
your head is swimming and you get your breath back... the pressure
is still tight... but different ... you look around and realize...
you are in Greg's hand... clenching you in his fist ... he's huge
... or ... FUCK ... you're tiny. You look around ... Greg's
smirking face ... Scott with his dumb grin ... the ceiling of the
locker room a mile above you ... the rows of lockers like canyon
walls...
"YEAH YA LITTLE FUCKER ... LOOK AT YA NOW ... TWO FUCKIN INCHES TALL
... ALL YOU DESERVE TO BE..." Greg tightens his grip around you as
you try to struggle.
Suddenly you hear the locker room door bang open, and the sound of
whistling. FUCK! The janitor. Hey, maybe he'll save your ass from
these two muscleheads.
Greg frowns. "SHIT! THE FUCKIN JANITOR. WHAT THE FUCK WE GONNA DO
WITH THIS FUCKER?"
"PUT HIM IN YOUR FUCKIN' POCKET OR SOMETHING MAN."
"NO HE'LL FUCKIN JUMP OUT OR MOVE OR SOMETHING, SOMEBODY'LL SEE HIM.
SHIT!"
"WELL WHERE ELSE ARE YA GONNA PUT THE LITTLE SHIT?" Scott asks.
Greg smiles ... a wide, scary smile. "FUCK YEAH... HE IS A LITTLE
SHIT. I KNOW. BEND OVER MAN."
Scott stares back at him. "FUCK YOU, MAN!"
"BEND OVER AND SPREAD YOUR ASS OR I'LL FUCKIN WASTE YOU. AIN'T
GONNA BE NO DIFFERENT THAN FRAT INITIATION, SO FUCKIN' SHUT UP."
Your head is still spinning from the wild change in perspective ...
you get a rush as Greg kneels down behind Scott, taking you down in
his fist like going down in a freefalling elevator. Scott
spreadeagles himself against the lockers like he's getting frisked
by the police ... you can see the wide V of his tanned back coming
down to his white, round ass.
"I SAID FUCKIN' SPREAD 'EM MAN, AND FAST"
Scott grumbles as he reaches around and spreads his buttcheeks
apart. You can see his butthole, tight and clenched, deep in his
crack.
Suddenly Greg hocks and spits ... the warm sticky gob falls on you,
dripping down you thick and warm. He moves you in his fist, coating
you with it, and then holds you like a dart, pointing your feet
toward Scott's asshole.
"HERE GOES MAN ... SUCK IT IN DUDE, THE FUCKIN CLEANUP GUYS COMIN"
Your feet are planted on Scott's clenched hole ... Greg pushes
against you till you think your legs might break... Scott grunts and
suddenly his asshole opens up, gulping you in to your knees.
"COME ON MAN... OPEN UP DUDE, WE GOT TO HIDE THE LITTLE SHIT." Greg
pushes you harder, sliding you into his buddy's ass. Scott groans
as his tight ass stretches to let you in. His sphincter slides up
your spit-slick body... to your hips ... your chest ... your neck...
Greg places his thumb on your head.
"TAKE A DEEP BREATH MAN..." You hear him laughing as he slides you
the last inch up into Scott's asshole. The tight butthole muscle
closes over your head, and you are encased in the hot, dark cavern
of Scott's ass.
You are tipped backwards and forwards, trying to hold on to the
slick walls, breathing in the hot, steamy gases. You figure Scott
must be getting his clothes on ... they'll leave the gym and go
someplace where Greg can dig you out again ... how long could Scott
want you up his ass? How long could you last up there?
Scott and Greg hurry getting dressed, as the janitor starts mopping
the locker room floor. Greg laughs at his buddy.
"Look at you man, you're gettin a fuckin' bone."
Scott turns red. "Can't help it man ... feels weird with ... ya
know ... in there. He's kickin' around and shit." He shifts a
little. "I dunno ... feels kinda ... kinda good."
Greg leans in, grinning. "No shit? Okay then man. Keep him for
awhile."
They high five again, and head out to Greg's car.
Deep inside Scott's ass, you are losing track of time. You feel a
deep rumbling vibrating through Scott's body ... a car engine,
maybe? Are they driving someplace? How long will it take? You
curl up in the hot, slippery channel, trying to keep your balance as
Scott moves around.
Hours pass... you are hearing rumbling noises from deep in Scott's
gut ... What is he doing? Why haven't they gotten you out? You
toss and turn.
Scott lays back in his bed, exhausted from his third jackoff in a
row. "FUCK, man. Feels so fuckin' wild. Keeps me fuckin hard and
it don't go down." He looks across the room at his buddy, his cum
still wet across his chest. He squirms a little. "Damn, man."
Greg looks up. "What, dude?"
Scott looks back, a slow grin starting. "Man... I think I got to
take a crap."
suddenly you feel the muscles of his ass start contracting, pushing
you back. you are pressed against the inside of scott's asshole.
you hear rumbling through his body, huge grunts and groans as his
body works to push out you the intruder.
"YEAH BUDDY. COME ON" greg coaches scott. "I WANNA SEE THIS..."
greg slides under scott's legs, as scott squats down, his face
turning red, straining to release the pressure inside his ass.
"UNNNNNGH AWWWWWWWWW FUCK!" scott groans, pushing harder. he
spreads his legs wider, straddling greg, who lifts his head,
reaching up and spreading his buddy's ass cheeks apart, seeing
scott's butthole clenching and unclenching.
you feel yourself being pressed harder and harder against the smooth
muscle... then suddenly it begins to relax .... you are being pushed
through the tight ring of scott's asshole...
"FUCK MAN... THE LITTLE DUDE'S COMING OUT...! KEEP GOIN' MAN! PUSH
IT!" you hear greg's voice booming out over scott's groans.
you manage to free one arm ... you can see greg's face below you...
eyes wide... lying underneath his buddy, cheering scott on as he
pushes you out of his ass...
you stop moving... you look down back toward scott's ass... his
butthole is spasming, clenched with you stuck halfway through.
"FUCK DUDE... " scott is panting. "I CAN'T FUCKIN PUSH IT NO
MORE."
"YEAH YOU CAN MAN" greg's voice gets tough, like they are out on
the football field. "DON'T WUSS OUT ON ME MAN! PUSH! PUSH YOU
FUCKER!"
scott lets out a huge, deep grunt, flexing and straining, putting
all his power into shoving you out of his ass. after a second, you
feel yourself moving again... you are hanging upside down...
"UNNNNNGGHH AAAAAAAA YEAH!" scott lets out a huge sigh of relief
as you slide from his ass. you feel the freefall as you drop faster
and faster ... you see greg's face ... closer and closer... is he
going to... fuck, he's going to catch you... in his fucking
mouth....
suddenly you are landing on greg's tongue. his mouth closes, the
light disappearing as he presses his mouth down. saliva surrounds
you as he pushes you against the roof of his mouth...
his lips open again... you look up as light pours in... you can see
scott's face looking down at you.
"FUCK... THERE HE IS MAN, YOU'RE RIGHT...." scott bends down
closer, his face right at greg's mouth.
"SO LONG, YA FUCKIN' PIECE OF SHIT!" he grins, and laughs as greg
closes his mouth again. greg's powerful tongue starts pushing
you... dragging you against the roof of his mouth... bringing you
back toward his throat.
you struggle against the rough, hot wet surface of his tongue, but
you are sliding further and further back... you can hear scott
laughing still, and greg moaning in pleasure as he begins to
swallow....
your legs are sliding into greg's throat now... the muscles
contracting and pulling, squeezing you... you try to hang on to his
tongue, but the slippery muscle flexes and pushes you down... you
are sliding over the edge... down... further down.
greg gulps... and then again... a third time... struggling to force
you down his throat. scott watches his face closely... greg finally
opens his eyes. they look at each other ... both grinning.
"YA DID IT?"
"FUCK YEAH... FEEL THIS..." greg grabs scott's hand and puts it
on his flat stomach.
"SHIT MAN, I CAN FEEL THE DUDE... STILL MOVING...." scott pushes
his hand deeper against greg's abs, feeling you struggle....
greg leans back, eyes closed, enjoying the feeling...
"FUCK DUDE.... YOU GOT A MAJOR HARDON..." scott sees greg's dick
poking up out of his gym shorts, rockhard, swollen... as greg feels
you writhing inside him...
scott hesitates for a second... then reaches down to his buddy's
cock... and begins stroking it...
... not knowing that deep inside greg's gut... you are stroking your
own cock... as greg's stomach presses down on you... enveloping
you... hot... moist... powerful...
greg begins to buck his hips... shooting ... spraying everywhere...
as you begin to pump your load...
greg drops back... exhausted... scott reaches with his other hand,
feeling greg's flexing abs...
"HEY MAN... IT'S STOPPED."
they look at each other again. and smile.