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Subject: Central Valley High – Part 2 With the permission of the author, I’m writing a story set in the same universe as the Nifty series “North Valley Football”. It’s my single favorite Nifty series and I could not resist adding my own contribution to the great worldbuilding which the author started. Please read the original series before reading mine fty//gay/athletics/north-valley-football/. And my story is non-Canon from the original author’s work for now, so think of this as an Elseworlds take on their universe 🙂 I’m going to write as many chapters as it takes to tell a fully story I’ve been outlining in my head. If you like this, or have any suggestions, please let me know at ail. And one style note, there are two main boys who each have a POV. So, it will regularly trade-off who the narrator is between the two of them. Enjoy! —- Central Valley High Football By Julio Sanchez Chapter Two Day 2 Y’all, I could barely sleep last night! One, because my dick just refused to go fully soft on me from reading the last few Petros Report log entries before bed. And two, because I was too excited to get to slutting. I thought about taking one of those dildos “Dad” left for me and riding it until my cum hit the fucking ceiling. But, I don’t know, I felt a bit like I didn’t want to spoil the tingle in my stomach and ass for what’s coming next. And based on the Petros Report, I think I’ll need all the cum I can get this week. Can’t rightly let it go to waste before the real fun begins! So instead Altamash and I just put all the toys in our bedroom drawers like good little scout boys. I swear that kid already has a plug up his ass � based on how uptight he is all the time. He wouldn’t even talk to me about what all was happening, just pretended like we were coffee shop coworkers or some shit like that. But I figured, who knows, maybe by the morning I will get to see a large veiny plug jammed right up that twerp’s tight ass. I really want to be there to see that cute face when a dildo plug sinks deep into him, right to the hilt. And that final thought gave me some very very sweet dreams � as we both fell asleep in our beds. In the morning, Altamash got up before me (dork) and showered. The shower sounds woke me up but when I looked up I saw him standing in front of our open closet. He was wearing a towel around his waist (cock tease) and just staring at the clothes already provided for us from this universe. In his note to us, “Dad” told us to get rid of our old clothes and immediately change into the local clothes in our closet but we were both so drained from the portal experience and the day of prep before it, so instead we literally just ate some meals left for us in the fridge and went to bed to rest up. I slept in my jockstrap and made sure the Twerp got a good look at my bulge and big juicy fuckable ass. But he wore his undershirt and boxer briefs to bed. Like the prude he is. Well I hope he enjoyed his last chance to be a prude for a while, because now he was standing there looking at a closet full of slut wear he had to wear out of the house. I just watched him for a few minutes. He was really frozen in terror, every so often raising his hand to gently pull on one of the pieces of clothing and feel the material. Then gently letting go when he realized just how slutty it was � like they were cobras on the verge of stinging him. I was so hard just watching him shiver. After a few, I “woke up” with a big comically loud yawn to let him know. Arms up above my head and all, just like characters in old sitcoms used to do lolz. That got his attention and he turned to me, further embarrassed. “Morning, Altamash. Whatcha up to?” “Oh, hi KJ. Did you sleep well?” “Not really, my dick’s too fucking hard. But like I said, whatcha doing?” Rolling his eyes at my first comment and then turning a bit red, he said, “Just looking at what we have to wear. It’s certainly…interesting. Have you looked at them yet? Do you know…what to do with these…outfits?” Sensing a chance to keep playing with my soon to be new fuckpig (I’d bet my last buck on it), I jumped out of bed in just my jockstrap and walked over to him. “Let me see. I remember lots of nice looong descriptions in the reports. Maybe I can help you out, bud.” I came up right next to him, my bulge almost touching his wet skin. I started nonchalantly looking through the clothing, pulling at some items and pushing hangers back and forth. Tanktop, next to a harness, next to ball gags tied to a hanger, next to a pup mask, next to a range of jockstraps in a rainbow of colors. I noticed him doing everything he could to not look down at my mesh covered dick, so he just looked straight ahead at the closet wall. I bet he could feel the heat radiating off my dick. And he has to have seen how hard I was. I kept sighing to myself, so he could think I was thinking heavily and taking my time picking out an outfit for him. Just to twist the dagger a bit, without looking down, I casually reached a hand to my jock to readjust the front bulge and I snapped one of my straps against my own ass. The *crack* of the jock against my cheek was loud and made him jump. For a second he involuntarily moved closer to me and I felt his side abs touch my cock. I did a soft “mmm.” He immediately moved away and looked away like he had been given an electric shock. I was loving this. Finally, I found the only pair of basketball shorts with a full back (but true to whore form, they were pretty sheer in the daylight) and a super tight shirt that had a slight crop top bottom, both were shades of blue, and handed them to him. I wanted the twerp to get lulled into a false sense of reassurance. So, I wanted him to walk out the house with a bit of dignity intact. Would make it even better when that was ripped from him too. He seemed somewhat appreciative of my choices � since it could be so much worse based on what was in the closet. For myself, I picked a pair of assless shorts and flip flops and a tiny tiny four-inch tank top. I wanted everyone to see the kind of slut I was. The Twerp said, “okay this seems okay, thanks for your help.” “No worries man. Well, let’s get ready.” Before he could even say anything I pulled my jock down in one fast movement and started putting on the ass-less shorts. My cock immediately bounced up and hit my stomach with a wet *slap*. A pretty solid morning wood. The Twerp looked down, got a good look at my cock and I saw his eyes flicker just a bit, hungry. But then he ran to the bathroom to change. Such a fucking tease. I finished getting dressed and went to the kitchen to grab some breakfast. I got a bowl of the cereal we had found on the kitchen table. It was a seemingly normal box of Wheaties but I right as I started to eat, I almost choked to death on the first bite. Not from the taste of the cereal but the cereal box itself! I only saw the box from the back when I grabbed it, so I only saw the nutritional information and the brand name on the back side. But with that first bite I turned the box around and nearly lost my shit. On the cover was Tim Tebow, football sex god and hardcore Christian in our world. But on the cereal box he was completely naked, spread out on all fours, riding a long dildo that was attached to a wall or something. You couldn’t see the wall, just the base of the dildo supended in the air and the dildo shaft going deep into Tim’s meaty ass. But the dirtiest part is that in the photo he is in the of an epic cum shot. It’s a freeze frame of his cum shooting out of his dick, while his eyes are open wide, and he’s staring straight at the viewer with this like ferocious need for cock on his face. His mouth is open in a primal shout of victory. There’s no one else in the shot and his hands are flat on the ground, so it looks like he came just from fucking himself on the dildo. Like the picture is catching him in the middle of a super slutty hands-free cumshot. The load is fucking huge too, big globs of jizz suspended in mid-air in an arc just past his dick. And his ripped body is glistening in sweat from all that rocking and riding on a dildo. It’s literally the hottest things I have ever seen in my life up to that moment. Jesus Christ, I thought I was ready for this world, but I guess I that was a dumb dumb thought. I mean, this really was Tim Tebow, looking as sexy and stacked as ever, same sexy eyes and “good boy” haircut, like he had just come out of football practice. And that was really him fucking the jizz out of himself with what looked like a long thick dildo. On a cereal box that’s sold in thousands of stores around the country and maybe around the world. And to top it all off there was his personal signature next to the photo � just like they do in our world when athletes are on Wheaties boxes � oh my fucking god. And the signature was placed next to the cloud of cum. So hot. His dick is red and looks swollen as fuck. Must be about 9 inches and curved. When I was younger, I watched him play and even shot a few loads thinking about that sexy religious fuckstick. And here he is, in this world, as slutty as anyone I’ve ever seen in our world. Man, this place is really gonna test my own skillz bursa escort if this is the new normal. Fuck. I was gripping the box tightly in one hand, while eating the cereal with the other, and memorizing every little detail � thinking about how long the photo session must have recorded him fucking himself to have gotten that perfect picture, how many takes it may have took, how many dildos � when Altamash came in and sat down next to me. I saw him almost do like a choke-gasp when he saw what I was looking at but didn’t saw a word. After a minute of both of us staring, I poured some cereal into his bowl and he added the milk and we both just kept staring in utter silence except for the crunching of the cereal in our mouths. I saw his hand move to his crouch once, because he had to adjust his shorts. I thought, there’s the dirty fucker I know is waiting to come out of that Twerp’s head. We both kept staring and weren’t jogged out of our glassy eyed stupor until a knock on our door broke the silence. We both looked at each other, shrugged and both went to answer the door. “Must be the local boys “Dad” said were coming,” I said. Looking over my shoulder at the Wheaties box one more time to make sure it was for real. It was. Damn, Tim. “Yea, yay,” Altamash quietly replied. I opened the door and felt my jaw nearly hit the floor. Standing there were two sexy as fuck Latino boys � in the sluttiest clothing I’ve seen yet. It like literally took my breath away. The boy on my left was light-skinned Latino, looked like he was Mexican American mixed with something else or maybe Puerto Rican, dyed blond hair medium length and a great big friendly smile. But his smile isn’t what took my breath away, he was wearing normal red high-top Converse shoes, but instead of pants or shorts he just wore a tiny tiny cheerleader mini skirt and no underwear. The cheerleading skirt was colored a bright red, same color as the trainers, and was two inches long (at most!) so I could see most of his nice juicy dick hanging below the skirt. Really the only thing I couldn’t see all of was his balls, but even they peaked out a bit. Fuck it was so hot. His dick was nice, looked thick and uncut – I wanted to sink down and start sucking it right then and there. He didn’t have any shirt on, just a deep golden colored handkerchief tied around his neck. And on his chest, written in red body paint, was the words “Stallion Slut Crew”. He was maybe 5’6” but ripped in all the right places, while still lean enough to be flexible and acrobatic. His body seemed pretty much hairless everywhere and his nipples were small and pert. Sexy little fucker. Meanwhile, the boy on the right was darker skinned Latino, he looked Dominican or maybe something else, wearing a more serious expression, black hair with a high skin fade and a line of shaved skin running across the side of his head but the most striking features were his cheekbones and beautiful brown eyes. He was wearing a red tank top that only barely reached down to his nipples and said “Stallion Swim” on it in gold lettering. He wasn’t wearing a miniskirt, instead he was wearing a bright golden speedo. Barely. It was clearly two sizes too small and hugged his crotch for dear life, seeming being held up by magic and pure slut energy. He also wore a pair of red converse shoes. His body wasn’t a classic Michael Phelps-type lean swimmer body but more of a Ryan Lochte-type, buffer and thicker. Yet, clearly still agile. He was hairless everywhere except for a light treasure trail that reached down into his speedo. Speaking of which, it was impossible to not notice, based on the outline in the speedo, that inside the speedo his cock was sheathed in a cock cage. It pressed against the material �angrily. I had to keep from staring. Based on the size of the cage, it must be a big one. He didn’t have anything written on his chest, but both of his nipples were pierced with those long spike piercings. One was red and one was gold. It finally dawned on me that those must be the school colors � crimson red and bright gold. So those piercings were also part of the uniform. So hot. His pecs were big and firm and the spikes were impaled into his big, dark nipples making him look like some kind of otherworldly sex boy. The one on the left spoke first with an adorable Texas accent, “Hey there, y’all must be KJ and Altamash! So glad to finally meet you two, Central Valley High sent us as the welcome committee and to show you the ropes of how we do things `round here.” I recovered just enough to stop staring and say, “Hey, yea I’m KJ and this is Altamash.” Altamash was only able to croak out, “Hey!” And gave an awkward little dorky wave but then looked embarrassed at speedo boy’s serious faced almost-scowl and dropped his hand and eyes to the ground. I noticed Altamash was still hard, tho. The miniskirt boy began his spiel, “So glad y’all are both joining the Central Valley Team and are both such cuuuties! We’re gonna find all kind of work for you two here! I’m Diego and this is Chris.” Chris nodded in both of our directions and he started to look both of us up and down. Like a predator sizing up a competitor as either competition or prey. Not gonna lie, it made my ass twitch a bit. Diego/miniskirt boy continued, “I’m a junior at Central Valley High and the Captain of the cheerleading squad, the Stallion Slut Crew,” at that last bit he pointed both pointer fingers at the words on his chest and then threw both fists up in the air in a classic cheer stance, then finished by saying, “and Chris here is a senior and the captain of our Swim Team.” “They sent us because KJ is joining my amazing cheer squad and Altamash I believe is joining our swim team. Are you guys ready to head out,” Diego finished and threw up a pointer finger and thumbs up. Nodding his head while, smiling like a loon. A sexy as fuck boy-whore loon. Before I could reply, Chris spoke for the first time, looking straight at me, “If this puta is joining the Slut Crew, then I’m gonna have to give him a quick inspection first. As a senior jock.” Without skipping a beat, he came straight at me and roughly shoved me against the door frame, one strong hands firmly on my hip and the other around my bicep, moving me into position. Altamash instinctively put his hands up in a defensive gesture at the quick motion but quickly realized Chris didn’t care about him and put them down. Diego sighed and said, “Okay Chris, I could have guessed, you are so predictable. But please make it quick. We have somewhere to be soon and Coach insists we show up to practice on time!” “Oh, I will,” Chris rasped with his face against my neck. Then he ran his hands all up and down me from behind and started to grind his cock-caged cock against my exposed ass cheeks. He tweaked my nipples languidly and started to play with them for a bit. Then he put a finger in his mouth to wet it and brought it down to my asshole and started to make slow circles around my hole over and over again. I was in heaven. Low moaning like a cheap whore, and my precum was working overtime. My shorts must be getting soaked and it isn’t even 9am yet. Suddenly he took his hand away from my nipples and put two fingers in my mouth to suck on and shut me up. All the while he continues to tease my tight hole with his finger. I couldn’t see but I bet his dark brown skin looked hot as fuck against my pale alabaster skin. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Diego was half pretending to look impatient but clearly watching every second. And his dick went from semi to hard. I couldn’t see Altamash because he was fully behind me but I can only imagine his horror/titilation. Finally I felt a sting and heard a long crack, he had just slapped me so hard my skin was already bright red. I turned around to look him in the eyes and he was looking right at me. Lusty anger in his eyes. He said, “You like that don’t you puta? I’m gonna enjoy using you whenever I get this fucking cage off. I’m sure I won’t be the first after what you’re they’re gonna do to you today but you are still gonna remember me, after I’ve had some time with you. Teach you how a man does Public Service right. You want that, don’t you?” I didn’t even hesitate, “Fuck yes.” “Sir.” “Fuck yes, sir,” With that, he took the fingers out of mouth and crouched down into a squat. He used both hands to spread my cheeks and just plunged right into my ass with his mouth. His tongue was so long and so wet. I was almost seeing stars it felt so good. He must have tongue fucked me for 5 minutes straight when finally I heard Diego cough loudly. With a slurping noise, Chris got out of my ass and stood up. He wiped the spit from his mouth and then used that hand to give me another wet spank on my ass cheek next to his first. I was leaking big globs of precum at that point and already starting to sweat. I turned around and saw Atamash agog and turning away as soon as I looked him in the eyes. I made sure he saw my big bright smile after getting “inspected” so well. “Thank you, sir,” I said, looking at Diego with my best puppy eyes. Chris responded, but to Diego, “Look out for this one, this white boy is gonna be on everyone’s radar. bursa escort bayan And that ass is gonna keep them coming back for more.” Then he looked over at me and gave me a predatory stare before turning back to Diego. “Let’s get these newbies to Central Valley for first practice. Come on Altamash, you’re with me.” Altamash started to follow behind Chris to his car, looking at me like a lost kitten who suddenly misses its brother when they are separated for the first time. “We’re not going together,” he asked. Chris said, “Nope, the Slut Crew and Swim Team practice on opposite sides of the campus. Keep up, newbie.” While he went with Chris, I followed behind Diego. And I’m glad I did because I finally got a good look at his ass. Of course, the mini-skirt only covered the crest of his big round cheerleader ass and all the rest was on display. He also clearly was wearing one of the “artifact” cock plugs. (Or I guess I should just call them “dildo plugs”, like everyone else here does. They ain’t “artifacts” here!) The plug was lodged right between his big cheeks which were the same light brown as the rest of his hot body, no tan lines. As he walked, the skirt would lift and bounce and flow around his ass, hips and dick. With his cock and ass on display like that, going in and out of view because of the way the skirt flowed, it was such a hot sight I was almost bursting out of my shorts. Which were also just getting stickier. His car was spotless and mostly empty except for one big exception. In the backseat was a full-sized fucking machine with a large complex dildo attached at the end. I looked the machine and back at him and he explained. “Oh, don’t mind that, my Training Machine stopped working yesterday so I have to take it into the shop after school. It’s not as advanced as the flashier or more technological ones but it was my first one so I still love it. I plan to get many more years of training out of it. Thought, I bet you have a much better one. To help with that beautiful ass of yours.” I just dodged, “Oh I don’t know about that…but I really like yours!” “Hehe, thanks. I named him `Dak.’ After Dak Prescott, on the Dallas Cowboys. I’ve had such a crush on him. I like to imagine that he’s the one thrusting into me. Mmmm.” And with that we got into his car and started driving to the school. Chris’ car sped out of the driveway and was long gone before we even turned on the car. Once on the road, Diego and I started talking. “You’re from Ohio right?” “Yep. Born and raised.” “I’ve never been but heard they have some good Slut Crews up there. What is the cheerleading like up there?” “It’s pretty different, much more…casual.” “Oh, no, well here in Central Valley and in Texas in general, we take all our sports � especially our State Champions Football team � deadly serious. They expect all of us to give our 110% effort. And that goes especially for our jocks and their public service. Our boys are the best and dirtiest sluts in the state! Go Stallions!” He seemed to not be able to keep the enthusiasm from coming out of him and shouted his cheer from the car window at full volume. I noticed he also maybe involuntarily started to hit the car pedal hard, picking up speed down the country road. “But here at Central Valley High, that goes double for our cheerleading team. He have to keep our boys psyched up and horned up and same for the crowds at all the games! The path to victory is paved with a great Slut Crew! So, you’ll have to get up to speed quick, no weak links in my crew. But I’m gonna help you every step of the way, don’t you worry none.” And with that he started to rub my crotch and move up to my nipples. “And with a transfer as sexy as you, we could really use you. And the pubic are -really- gonna use you too hah.” And with that he winked at me. I was rock hard, duh. “Thanks, I appreciate that Diego. You’re so fucking sexy too.” Diego flashes me one of his big smiles. “So, what is gonna happen today?” “It’s gonna be intense but you’ll get through it. Orientation was last week, even the Football team was already sized, but we’ll have a special one-off sizing session for you and one other kid who joined school late and is joining the crew today alongside you. His name is Andrew. And you probably know, we do things a bit different from how the other teams do plug sizings, because we want to exceed the standards. You’ll see. You’ll get to know The Twins good and well today.” “The Twins…,” I ask? Diego ignores my question and just gives me another conspiratorial wink. Then he continues, “And we’ll give you your team uniform, just like mine, which is vital! We can’t have you walking around like that.” “What? What do you mean? I’m wearing nothing but local clothes,” I blurt out like an idiot. That was a misstep. (That one’s on me, government spooks.) “What do you mean by `local’?”, Diego asks quizzically. “Oh, I just meant I bought this outfit recently at a sports store in town. That’s all.” “Oh, of course. Well, yea, that’s all well and good if you were a Football player or a basketball player. But you are a Slut Crew member. You can’t go walking around so covered up like that, like you’re a prude or something.” I didn’t know what he meant. I was literally wearing shorts with my ass showing, no underwear, and a shirt that barely covered anything. But then, looking down at Diego and seeing his uniform I suddenly got the gist. “Oh right. Like I said, things are a lot more casual in Ohio.” “That’s okay partner, we’re here to get you all properly attired up for the rest of the day. You’ll be a Central Valley slut in no time!” I guess this means I can expect to be wearing almost nothing for the rest of the year. Hell fucking yes. We had only been riding for a few minutes when suddenly a police siren was blaring behind us. Diego signed but wasn’t too shocked, just immediately pulled to the shoulder of the road and rolled down his window � he looked annoyed but it seemed like this wasn’t his first rodeo. “I’m sorry about this KJ, I might have been speeding a bit there. I really hope this doesn’t make us late for practice. Ugh! So stupid.” The cop car pulled up behind our car and the cop stepped out to walk over to us. I could tell he was a big, strong fella. Diego was definitely annoyed, but I would have been hella pissed. He just calmly waited for the officer to come over. Leaning into the open car window, the leather of his uniform squeaking, “Diego, Diego, Diego. How many times is this?” “I’m really sorry, Officer Jimenez. I wasn’t paying attention. I’m so sorry but I’m driving a new boy for the Stallion Slut Crew, we’re on our way to his first practice. I hope this won’t take too long and make us late.” He snapped, “It’ll take as long as it has to, slut boy. Understood?” “Yes, Officer, of course. I’m sorry, slut boy brain haha,” and he pointed at his head. At first, I couldn’t see much but the officer started to lean deeper into the window to get a good look at me, which gave me a good look at him. He looked early 40s, ex-jock type, who clearly kept in shape. No facial hair, but a police officer’s haircut and a handsome rugged race. Like he was an Abercrombie and Fitch model who grew up to be a cop. He seemed gruff and happy to see Diego all at the same time. Like he was hoping for this. “It’s been a solid month since I caught ya. I was wondering if you had learned the err’r of your ways. But naw, same ole slut boy. Right, Diego?” “Yes, Officer, you’re right,” Diego quickly and submissively replied. “Well I don’t want to keep you boys away from your important practice but since you were going more than 10 miles above the posted speed limit, you owe me 15 minutes of Public Service.” He looked over at me and winked. “You’re a new slut, huh? Sexy fucker, I can’t wait til you’re out and about and ready for Public Service but I’m guessing he’s not cleared yet, right slut boy?” Diego agreed, “Yes, Officer, he won’t be ready until after he’s been cleared by the Coach.” “You’re taking him to go meet The Twins, huh?” “Yes, Officer,” Diego said. Again, with the mention of “Twins”. I couldn’t tell if I should be intrigued, horned up, or afraid � based on how everyone talks about these people or whatever it means. I was thinking that maybe they have twin assessors on the cheerleading coaching staff? I guess I’ll find out. “So that just leaves you, slut boy. So, get the fuck out of the car.” Diego immediately compiled and gave me a big grin before turning back to Officer Jimenez with a more submissive expression. “What do you need me to do, Officer?” “Put your hands against your car door and push that thick ass out like a good slut.” Diego immediately compiled, facing away from the officer who was behind him. Suddenly the officer shouted to me, “And you, new boy, get your ass out here. I want you to see how teen speedsters have to make amends to the community in my town.” I immediately stepped out of the car and walked around to the front of the car so I could see what was about to happen to Diego in all its’ detail. Diego looked so slutty, his miniskirt being kicked up by the passing cars every few seconds. So, his escort bursa Latino ass and plug was on display for everyone who drove by to see. In fact, over the next 15 minutes of his Public Service just about every other car driving by would honk its horn in support of what was going one or excitement or maybe just to cheer the officer on. And I noticed Diego’s cock was standing tall and throbbing. Officer Jimenez walked back to his car and pulled something out of the trunk. Then he came back with a small-ish black bag in his hand. Almost like a black velvet drawstring pouch. I see the number 4 is printed on the bag in white letters. He walks back over to behind Diego and starts to run his hands up and down the boy’s big ass. I see Diego start to move slightly and moan in a barely audible level but hands against the car. Officer Jimenez speaks, “You’re getting four balls this time, Diego.” Diego doesn’t take his hands off the car or turn his head around but says in a slightly whiny whisper, “Please Officer, four is too many, it might take too long and we’ll both be late. I promised Coach Black that I would be bring the new boy there on time.” In a whisper this time, not a shout like last time, Jimenez replied, “This is your own fault, slut boy. You know the rules and if we make this quick I’ll have you back on the road in 14 more minutes. Besides, I know you, slut. You knew I’ll be here during my shift and some part of you has to come begging.” With that, he opened the black bag and pulled out a string of large black anal beads. Four beads total, getting gradually bigger while the largest looks like it’s the size of a small apple. But there’s something else about them, they seem to be made of a plastic similar to the material of the dildo plugs but there’s something different about them, their surface seems to be a bit fluid. Like it would change shape when it’s moving inside of someone’s ass. Maybe it’s like advanced vibrating technology. All I can think is I can’t wait to find out more about what that is. Officer Jimenez pulls a small bottle of lube out of his utility belt and slicks up the balls one at a time, while Diego is almost shaking with anticipation. Officer Jimenez takes a hold of Diego’s plug and pulls it out in one slow teasing motion. Diego puts his head up and starts to moan much louder. I start to casually rub myself through my shorts. I wanted to hold off but this is too hot not to join in (even from a distance.) He puts the plug down on the ground and uses one hand to spread his cheeks while the other hand holds the shiny, newly glistening balls. “Here’s the first one, slut boy.” He puts the smallest ball against Diego’s hole and starts to gently push. Diego is cooing now, back to low moaning. After a solid minute of pushing it starts to slip in and then with a plop it goes in. Diego gives out a little yelp. I also see some precum dripping down from his rock hard cock in thin strands of juice. The boy is loving every second. The three other balls are just dangling from Diego’s asshole, when the Officer reaches over and brings the next ball up to his hole. His hole is a bit looser now but this one is bigger so it still takes a bit of pushing, pushing, spreading his asslips to let it in and…there it goes with a plop. Diego opens his mouth and starts to whine, “oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck me.” His cock is definitely dripping and it is clearly taking all of his control to keep his hands on the car door. Officer Jimenez picks up the next to last one. He brings it up to his ass and starts to run circles around the hole, prolonging the buildup of tension. Suddenly, he pushes it in and keeps on pushing in one continuous effort and it sinks it deep. “Fuck, Officer,” Diego shouts. “That feels so fucking good. So deep, so girthy. It hurts so good.” “Oh yea, are you gonna learn your lesson, going to be a good slut boy and follow the rules from now on? Maybe we need to have another instructional session tonight in my workshop. I have all kinds of tools to teach you a longer lesson about respecting a police officer.” “Anything you want Officer, I’m here to serve.” With that, Officer Jimenez noticed that Diego was turning into a leaky faucet and he took one hand off Diego’s ass and brought it around to Diego’s dick. That set off Diego to a new round of moans, “Oh god, oh god, oh god. So good, so good.” He started to rock his body back and forth just a bit to the rhythm of the officer’s jerking. But kept his hands on the car like a trooper. Cars kept driving past and honking but a more than a few also pulled off to the side of the road and the guys driving got out to watch and jack off and/or take some videos of the nasty session going on in front of them. There was just one huge ball dangling under Diego’s ass, attached to a string. Officer Jimenez took it in hand and pushed it against Diego’s ass but didn’t go further. He leaned in close to Diego and said, “You ready for this slut boy?” “Yes, Officer, please give to me,” Diego replied while still rocking himself gently to the jerking on his dick. With that the officer began to push and push and it just kept spreading his asslips wider and wider and wider. Diego snapped his head up towards the sky, eyes, closed and chanting a continuous stream of, “fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.” It saw the ball reach the halfway point and then push all the way into his teen hole! Diego stopped chanting to let out a loud huff and did a big full body shiver. He looked down, eyes still closed and seemed to just get lost in the sensations for a moment. Officer Jimenez was still gently jerking his uncut dick, and his hand was just completely slick with teen precum. The only thing coming out of Diego’s ass was a thin string at the end of the strand of super balls. Everything else was deep inside him. Rolling around and pushing him to the edge. Diego finally said, “Officer we…really…have to…get…to practice.” He could only get the words out in huffs because of how close to the edge he was from the balls in his ass and the handjob and being on display to anyone driving by. Officer Jimenez started to speed up his jerking and then said, “Okay, slut boy, have it your way.” With that, he pulled all fours balls out in five seconds flat, insistently pulling each one out in a completely evenly spaced manner. Plop, plop, plop, plop. Each shiny ball emerged from the big slutty ass. That was all it took. Diego opened his mouth wide in a completely silent scream and then finally gave out a roar as the cum burst out of his dick. It sprayed half of the car door and he must have pumped out somewhere from 6 to 8 spurts of watery dripping cum. He was heaving and shaking the whole time, while the officer continued to work the teen dick. His strong hand was utterly caked in cum and precum. When all the balls were out of Diego’s ass and the teen had stopped cumming, Officer Jimenez walked over to the car door and ran his finger along its surface to get a bit more of the boy’s cum. He brought it to his own mouth while looking straight into Diego’s eyes and said, “Thank you for your cooperation and your service.” He sucked it down and swallowed. He then looked back at his own car and said, “I’m gonna post the Dash Cam recording of this to my site and make some good money off you, slut boy. So, thanks for that too. We’ll talk about when you’re coming to my workshop soon. Get to school, slut boy. You too, new boy, I’ll definitely be keeping my eyes out for you. Drive safe now.” He then picked up the anal balls, wet with lube and boy pussy juice, walked back to his car, and drove away. Diego was still breathing heavily for a hot minute but then suddenly snapped out of it to say, “Fuck, it’s late, we have to go!” He was disheveled but took a minute to straighten out his skirt and put his hair back to normal and then he reached down to get his plug and quickly slipped it back inside. He gave a little shout of “ay” as he did it and his still hard dick did a final twitch of residual cum. My dick was hard and my shorts were soaked by somehow I had kept from cumming during that whole 15 minute episode. We both jumped into the car and drove away, followed by the guys who had stopped to watch and jerk off or film it or both. A few of the jackers looked like high school boys in regular outfits, so maybe I’d see them later at school. Diego said, “Yep, that’s how we do things here. Texas tough, am I right or am I right? Fucking right!” And then he laughed and slapped me on the knee. A super sexy Latino slut next to me was staining his car seat with his own cum, my dick was so hard it was starting to hurt, and I was on my way to meet “The Twins” in some kind of slut boy orientation. What a fucking morning this is turning out to be. After meeting the two school representatives and watching KJ be casually treated like a street whore (right in front of me!), I stepped into Chris’ car and thought, “I wonder how KJ is going to fare in this strange twisted place. And what’s going to happen to me?” I turned to Chris and before I could even ask any of my thousand questions, I looked at him and something about his expression and the way he looked me up and down started to make me worry. But it also made me a bit excited, though for the life of me I couldn’t say why at the time. I licked my lips and Chris floored the car engine and off we went to Central Valley High. – End of Part Two –

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