Not For Public Consumption
by David Heulfryn

 

To represent your country on the world stage is a tremendous honour, and as I am beginning to learn, a massive responsibility. As an athlete, you dedicate your life to your sport for this reward, and you quickly realise you get very little else.

It was my Games Teacher from school who first noticed my talent for running. I was only twelve at the time, but I was tall for my age and skinny. I seemed to have a natural ability to pace myself and outpace all the other boys my age, as well as most boys older than me.

I joined a club and dedicated my life to my sport. If I wasn’t in school, I was training. I entered local and regional competitions, and at sixteen, I competed in my first national competition, winning in my age range. I was then catapulted onto the international stage, but I had to stay in school to acquire some qualifications. So I enrolled in my local college to study my A-Levels.

I was grateful when the national athletics league gave me a grant to help with my training and competition expenses. At seventeen, receiving money was a great feeling. I didn’t have to worry about my parents spending all their money on my travel and accommodation. They were still supporting me and giving me money to top up the grant, but they weren’t well-off and struggled to give me every penny, making some difficult sacrifices.

My tiny grant couldn’t cover everything, and when my father was suddenly made redundant, they couldn’t give me any more money. My mother cried when she told me because she knew I would struggle. If I were to carry on, I needed additional funds. So I got a job. I muddled through my training and my A-Levels. Both suffered, and I didn’t achieve the good qualifications I’d hoped for, and my times worsened, barely qualifying me for the nationals.

It all changed when I turned eighteen. My girlfriend came up with the idea. We’d only been seeing each other for a few months, but she soon understood my situation, and I think she liked the idea of going out with someone who was an athlete. It certainly made the sex satisfying, and being a middle-distance runner, I knew how to pace myself. I would always leave her exhausted after giving her multiple orgasms.

I’d worked up a sweat from our latest sex marathon and was in the shower. I enjoyed the warm water cascading down my body, mixing with the soap suds. I loved how it made my cock and balls feel. My balls would hang low and swing as I washed. My cock would feel softer, sometimes it would fluff up, but today it was exhausted and hung limp between my legs. But that didn’t stop me from giving it and my balls a lingering, gentle wash. Sometimes I would check my balls, just to be aware of any changes, but not today. I was rolling them around in my palm and fingers, but that was to enjoy the sensation of the touch.

It wasn’t until I rinsed my body and looked through the glass shower doors that I noticed Kerry, my girlfriend. She was naked, holding her phone and filming me.

“What the fuck!” I yelled at her, “That better not find its way on the internet.”

Kerry laughed. “I’ve had an idea. I think you’ll love it.”

“What?” I asked.

“Meet me in the bedroom once you’ve finished.” She left me to finish my shower.

Once I had dried myself, I walked back into the bedroom. Kerry was lying on the bed watching something on her phone. I suspect it was what she filmed earlier, and I wondered how long she had been filming me. Her hand was in her crotch, frigging her cunt. My cock flinched as I wondered if she could feel my cum from earlier leaking out. I’m glad she was on the pill, so I didn’t have to wear a condom. I didn’t mind them, but we’d been going steady for six months and were exclusive, so we knew we wouldn’t catch anything from each other.

No matter how long I watched her frig her clit, I couldn’t get my cock hard. It still needed a break, but I would have liked to have just delved back in between her legs.

“My viewing only, Sweetheart.” Kerry glanced at me. “Come here and watch with me.” I lay beside her, and her sticky hand went from her cunt to my cock.

She stroked me as we watched the clip of me in the shower. Nothing was hidden, and I loved it when she panned from my face down to my cock. I was confused as I felt my cock harden. Was it her fingers or watching myself? It had to be her excellent hands; she knew how to handle a cock. I’m not that narcissistic that my cock got hard from watching myself,

“You need money, right? To carry on training properly.” Kerry started to explain her plan. My cock went limp as I was now thinking of money again, or my lack of it. “If you get a job, it will affect your training? Right?”

“Yep!” I sighed.

“Well, how about you cash in on your assets?” She squeezed my cock.

“What assets? I own fuck all. I’ve got nothing to sell.”

Kerry kept wanking me and made my cock hard again.

“I’m not thinking about things. I’m thinking of your greatest asset.” She squeezed my cock. “Your body.”

I flinched, “I’m not becoming some rent boy or prostitute.”

Kerry laughed, “You really can be stupid sometimes. You are so obsessed with running and winning medals that you forget there is a real world out there.”

“You bitch!” I laughed.

“Seriously, Callum. I’ve looked into it. There are some top-flight athletes out there who have posted risqué pictures and videos. People must sign up to view the content. You then get a percentage of the subscription fees, the website gets the rest.”

“But those sites are mostly porn. I’m not sure I want videos of us fucking online.”

“I didn’t say I would do it!” Kerry glared at me. “And nothing hardcore. The people I’ve looked at don’t show anything you can’t see on a beach. No full-frontal, no hard-ons and no sex. Perhaps some arse pics. You do have a gorgeous arse.”

“I’m glad you noticed.” I chuckled.

“You also tease them with your training schedule and what happens in the athletes’ village.”

“But nothing much happens.”

“Well, make up stories, fantasies. All this posing in your pants. Everyone’s seen that bulge of yours on the track, so you’re not showing them anything that will come back to haunt you.”

“I could probably do that.” I pondered. “But wouldn’t it be mostly guys that sign up? Gay guys?”

“Probably. You will get a few women, but I think your big audience will be gay guys. Do you have a problem with guys lusting over your body?”

“Guys, girls, who cares, as long as I can get enough money to keep competing. Who could we get to take the photos?” I asked.

“Me, you stupid idiot.” Kerry released my cock and slapped my abs. “You can also do colabs with others.”

“Colabs?” I wondered.

“Yeah. Collaborations. Get some of your training mates to join you in posing, or vids of you training together.”

And that is how it started.

Kerry did everything for me. She set up my account, and every Sunday, my rest day, she would take pictures and short videos.

I didn’t expect to get rich overnight, but I thought I’d get more than the meagre pennies I’d earned. Kerry then opened up a social media account to drive people to my subscription site. That did the trick, and my subscribers increased significantly. As I suspected, it was primarily men who paid to see my pictures, and I received numerous messages asking when I would show everything. They wanted to see my cock.

Kerry teased them with a shot of me in my boxer-briefs, my fingers pulling down the front and showing my trimmed pubes and the base of my cock.

Subscriptions increased even further, and I was now earning enough from showcasing my body to cover my competition and training expenses, as well as extras.

Kerry was excited. It meant I could treat her to a few luxuries, such as trips to a spa and some lovely jewellery. We were both so happy. But each time subscribers dipped, she would up the ante. I would show a little more of my cock, more pics of my naked arse and one where you could see the silhouette of my balls dangling between my legs.

I got a lot of good feedback when I persuaded a running mate to pose with me: nothing naked, just us in our running suits, our bulges on display. However, I received a lot of negative feedback when they saw Kerry in the picture, as she never showed her face and always wore a bikini. But they didn’t want to see her. I think it ruined the illusion of all those guys looking at me, wishing I were gay.

Then the collaborations started. It started very playfully. Another guy got in touch and asked if we could collaborate on something to boost both our audiences. He was another athlete, a swimmer, and I think he wanted to use my subscriber base to attract more people who would pay to see his pictures.

Blake and I became good buddies, and I enjoyed working with him. It was fun, and we shared all the content we created. We had no problem being naked around each other; both of us regularly got naked in front of other guys in the changing room and showers. Kerry did a great job of positioning us so that, although we were naked, our cocks were concealed.

One picture had me standing with my back to the camera, and Blake was kneeling at my feet. Kerry made me clench my buttocks to show ‘those cute dimples’ as she called them. She positioned the shot so it looked like Blake was giving me a blowjob. Then we swapped places. I’d never been this close to another man’s cock before, and I kept my eyes glued to it as Kerry took her pictures. We got braver, and the next set was of us standing in the bathroom facing the mirror, our chests and pubes reflecting in the mirror and our arses on full display.

We moved into the shower. It was a little crammed, but we managed to soap up, and Kerry had me stand behind Blake pretending to kiss his neck, my hands in front of him, covering his crotch.

“I can’t get the shot right,” Kerry told us. “I keep seeing Blake’s cock. Can you bring your hands closer?”

“Any closer and I’ll be touching his junk.” I chuckled.

Kerry smiled, “Then you’re going to have to touch it. If you do, cup it and his balls properly, not just your flat palm in front of it.” She looked at Blake, “You okay with that?”

Blake shrugged, and I held his cock and balls. They felt soft and pliable. Kerry took her photos, the sound of the shutter on her digital camera clicking continuously.

I could feel Blake’s cock harden and press against my hand.

“Stop getting hard,” I told him.

“I can’t help it, you have a soft touch.”

We both laughed, and I squeezed his crotch. When we looked back at the pictures, those were the best. I’m holding Blake’s junk, both of us laughing. I had moved slightly, and my bare hip was showing with some traces of my pubes. But no cock.

Our subscribers went wild when we posted the pictures. Kerry even managed to record a short video.

The next time Blake came over, he wanted to go further. He wanted to show it all. I’m not sure I was ready for that, but Kerry took the pictures of Blake and me, with him showing his soft cock, mine artistically obscured.

Kerry was excited and took us into the bedroom. She made every shot look like Blake and me were lovers. He lay on his back on the bed. I straddled his chest like he was giving me a blow job, but this time his cock was exposed. It started soft, but Kerry didn’t say anything as it got harder.

“Move your arse down his body a little more.” Kerry directed me.

I shuffled down, and I felt Blake’s hard cock connect with my buttocks.

“Brilliant. Wiggle your arse, Callum.”

I did as I was told and felt Blake’s rigid cock slip between my buttocks. It looked like he was about to fuck me.

I have no idea what came over me. I leaned down and kissed Blake. I forced my tongue into his mouth. It was pure lust.

Blake pushed me off him, and now he straddled me. We kissed again, and this time, Blake kissed his way down my body, kissing my neck and sucking my nipples. My cock was now rock hard. Blake went lower and took hold of my stiff shaft. He pulled down my foreskin and kissed my glistening knob. He then sucked me into his mouth.

All around us, Kerry was moving, taking pictures and short videos. She didn’t say anything, so we forgot she was there.

I groaned as Blake tried to take my entire cock into his mouth. I felt it hit the back of his throat, but he was too inexperienced to take it all, not like Kerry.

I felt his hands on my balls, kneading them and squeezing them.

“Fuck! I’m going to cum.” I squeeled, and Blake took my cock out of his mouth.

He started kissing me again and licking his way up my body. Our lips connected, and this time his tongue pressed its way into my mouth.

I was never usually this passive when making love, but Blake was controlling me, doing what he wanted to me. Before I knew it, my legs were on his shoulders and his tongue was licking my arsehole. Fuck, that felt so good. My head was thrashing from side to side, my eyes closed as his tongue probed my hole. I felt it relax, and his tongue delved deeper. I never knew my arse could make me feel this good. Blake now probed me with his fingers. He fucked my hole with three fingers, loosening me even more. I was just a ragdoll beneath him, his plaything. It felt great having someone else do all the work, and I just accepted the pleasure. I began to sweat, despite lying on my back. Blake got my heart racing.

His fingers left my arse feeling empty, but I then felt the head of his cock touch my gaping hole. My head knew what was going to happen, and I didn’t stop him. He pushed in, and I squealed when his cock penetrated me. I began to pant, trying to cope with the pain. Blake remained still until he felt my hole relax, and then pushed a few inches inside me.

The pain was dissipating, and I groaned as his cock filled me up. I’d never been fucked before, and I didn’t care that I was being fucked now. Blake pulled out and then back in. Fucking Kerry never felt this good.

I lay beneath Blake and let him fuck me. He fucked me hard, making me grunt and groan as I felt his balls smash against my arse. He was sweating. I felt a drip on my face. I opened my eyes to see the lust in his face. He opened his mouth and lunged at me, shoving his tongue deep inside me, our lips smashing together. I felt his cock throb inside me as we kissed. My hard cock was crushed between our bodies, my exposed knob rubbing against our skin, bringing me closer to orgasm. We both panted when he broke the kiss.

Blake raised himself on his haunches, holding my ankles and raising my arse off the bed. My body was exposed, and my cock could now flail freely. Blake kept fucking me fast and hard. I forgot about Kerry filming us; she had given up on still pictures and was now filming us fucking.

My cock kept flailing and splashing our skin with precum. Blake was sweating profusely and was jackhammering in and out of my arse.

“Shit!” I cried as my balls ached and my cock exploded, firing cum in all directions, hitting our chests and faces.

I didn’t have time to enjoy my orgasm as Blake kept pummelling my arse. He was gasping for air and began to fuck me with hard, staccato thrusts. My hole felt his cock throb, thickening and then he came inside me. I tried to milk his cock, clenching my muscles and holding him inside me. But Blake had other ideas; he collapsed and rolled to my side. Both our cocks were smeared with sweat and cum and lying limp on our neatly trimmed pubes.

I noticed Kerry filming our naked, exhausted bodies. I didn’t have the energy to tell her to stop.

“What the fuck was that?” I panted and twisted my head towards Blake.

“Sorry, Callum. I have no idea what came over me.”

“I did.” I laughed and reached over to rub my cum into his chest.

Blake laughed, “I was just so horny, mate. But you are a better fuck than my girlfriend.”

“And that was the best fuck of my life.”

I heard something slam. Kerry threw the camera on the floor and stormed out. I’d forgotten she was there, filming us.

I ran after her and stopped her in the hallway. “Sorry, Babe.”

“Don’t Babe me.” She huffed.

“It was just so amazing and different. I never intended him to fuck me. Hell, no guy has ever fucked me before. You are still the one for me.” I kissed her. “I’m looking forward to the next time we have sex.” She grinned at me.

“I think we should cool the collabs with Blake, though.” She whispered.

“I agree. He wants more, and I don’t want to go there.” We spoke in hushed tones. “And whatever is on your camera, never leaves this house. He doesn’t get a copy, and it never goes online.”

“Agreed.”

Blake wasn’t too happy that he couldn’t have any pictures or footage of the first time he fucked a guy. I think he understood. I hoped he did.

Thankfully, my little anomaly wasn’t published, and footage of my cock and me getting fucked, never made it online. Something like that could fuck up my career and put off potential sponsors. But I would never forget the first time I got fucked. Kerry didn’t know that it wouldn’t be my last time. Blake had unleashed a new side of me, and it seemed to improve my training results.

Blake and I met a few more times, without Kerry. Just two straight guys fucking each other.

 

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