Addicted Jock Novels & Stories

Cheers from the audience echoed all around. Matthew scanned every movement in front of him again, taking in the first experience of being in a crazy game that was usually just a spectacle. He promised it was only this once and never again. "Yes, just once," assured Matthew as he moved Rena's ankles between his shoulders and began to jerk as hard as he could. But he was addicted. *** "Well, thank you very much for accompanying me to the factory owner directly." Darren greeted the man who was probably almost half a century old in front of the prefabricated building used as the product packaging area.

I muttered under my breath without thinking, "I'm obsessed with my brother's best friend. I haven't even told her I love her yet." "Wait, what? Are you messing with us right now?" he said, chuckling, because he clearly didn't believe what I'd just said. “Man is drunk. The alcohol is frying his brain.” Another friend added as he raised his glass in my direction. Yeah, they had no reason to believe me. What I'd just admitted sounded completely insane even to my own ears. "See you guys later," I told them quickly and ran back down from the VIP section, heading toward the entrance to ask the guards.

he whispers, his voice tinged with doubt. Joker bursts out laughin'. “We’re never gonna be good enough, but if you can fuck 'er senseless, it helps. She gets more addicted to ya cock than anythin' else,” he says, grinnin' like a fool. I cover my face with my hand, groanin'. “Christ, Joker.” “Oh, he does, trust me. We’ve all heard,” Ink chimes in, snatchin' the bottle from my hand and takin' a swig.

She teased and he chuckled. "You love me like that. Don't lie. You like the whole of me and I'm obsessed with the whole of you, addicted even." He said, quietly and she could feel the breeze around her too. Her heart skipped a bit at his phone confession. "I'm addicted to you, Bella Mia. Fuçkin addicted, and I hate the thought of being set free from this addiction. Cage me like a bird on your palm with your fingers, I don't mind. I would do anything for you. No matter what."

To the dark. “I’m addicted,” I said. Voice low. Barely above a whisper. “To cock. To being used. To the feeling of being stretched, filled, taken until I can’t think. I’ve tried everything—apps, clubs, strangers in parking lots, gangbangs in hotel rooms. Nothing works anymore. The high fades faster each time. I need more. I need to be broken.” Silence. I kept going.

I pulled off Tyler’s cock with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting my lips to his glistening head, and looked up at all six men with pure addiction in my eyes. “Because last night broke me in the best way possible,” I confessed breathlessly. “One cock isn’t enough anymore. I need to be surrounded, stretched, filled, and covered. I need to be passed around and used like a cheap cumdump while my boyfriend watches. I’m addicted… and I don’t ever want to be cured.” The room filled with low, hungry groans. Tyler grabbed my head and pushed back into my throat.

She made me lose focus on the world and see only her. In only the short time we'd been together, she'd gotten under my skin like no one else, even Jo. I'd never fallen so fast or so hard. I didn't do drugs, never had. Nevertheless, I imagined that Charli was like cocaine. One casual hit at a party—that was all I was after in Del Mar. One hit, one week. Since returning to New York, I'd tried to deny my addiction. Each day we were apart was another day clean, another day sober. I was able to detox because she was out of my life.

the one in my mouth groans, thrusting harder. “She’s clenching my cock so tight,” the one beneath me growls. “She’s gonna make me cum.” “She’s choking on my dick while dripping down his balls—fuck—” My scream muffles around the cock stuffing my throat, my body jerking as another orgasm rips me apart. Wetness gushes out, splattering across the one beneath me, soaking him. “Ahhh—ahhh—” My cries are broken around the cock in my mouth, my body convulsing. My face is wrecked—eyes half-closed, tongue out, spit and tears streaming. I look like I’m addicted. Because I am.

Only by kissing them could one understand how wonderful they felt. One would become addicted and obsessed with them. However, why did he seem to be the only one addicted to it? Why was he still so easily influenced by her and could even go out of control?

“Just do not leave without fucking me again. My cunt is still full of your cum and I need more.” Jake turned around fast, grabbed me by the throat with one big hand, and pushed me back against the kitchen counter. Not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to show who was in charge. “You really cannot get enough, can you? You are a fucking addict for my cock now huh?.” “Yes,” I gasped, grinding my soaked crotch against his thigh. “I am addicted. I will do anything for it. Please, Jake. Fuck me right here…. Bend me over the counter and fuck me all you want.”