Day in the Life of a Town Football Star Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
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Day in the Life of a Town Football Star ch. 8
Mike Wells was pruning the hedge when Dan pulled into his driveway. The big man was no longer dressed for work but had on khaki shorts and a well-worn T-shirt. He stopped his work for a second and looked down at his eager crotch. "Down boy," he muttered, gently massaging the thick rod through his shorts. The thick, erect prick didn't obey the command but instead throbbed against the touch of Wells' strong fingers. Pearly mansap began to leak through the shorts' fabric at where the cock tip pushed it out.
He'd been horned all day, playing in his mind the obscene encounter this morning. Mike considered himself a normal American male, married with a great sex life, and happy with the harmless flirting with all the 20-something women at the office. The 6'5" ex-hockey player comported himself with assurance and full-blooded masculinity.
And yet, there was something about that Reynolds kid. Maybe cause the boy was so masculine himself. The football star was on the cusp of manhood - hell, he was spilling over into it, with an incredible body any 25 year old would admire and a full beard that occasionally grew into a blond stubble when the kid got too lazy to shave. And those legs were completely furred with shimmery-yellow hair. The way those hairs dripped with running sperm this morning... Mike had sat boned at his desk all day remembering running his tongue up the teen's leg fur.
"Hi, Dan!" Mike called out. He couldn't help it, he had to talk to this boy some more. He expected Dan to be angry or to turn the other way. Instead the ball player flashed a broad smile and walked toward the driveway abutting the Reynolds' yard.
"Hi, sir. Nice evening isn't it?"
Mike felt nervous at the way the kid was looking at him. Not exactly the look in his eyes this morning, but another look of raw, male desire. It made Mike feel hot inside.
"Look Dan, I'm sorry about this morning. I normally don't... I well, things just got out of hand."
"No need to apologize, sir. If you don't mind me saying so, I enjoyed it." Dan was nervous, too, facing his neighbor like this, the married father who'd lived next to the Reynolds for six years.
God, Mike thought, he isn't gonna make it easy for me, is he? "Yeah?"
The athlete nodded. "Yeah. I really get off on guys eating me out." His eyes finally stopped darting around and looked his hunky neighbor in the eye. "In case you couldn't tell," he winked.
"Jesus, Dan!" The man's heart pounded and his breath got heavy as he tried to calm himself. "I gotta I ask... how often do guys eat you out?"
Dan paused to reflect. "Dunno. I lose count I guess. A lot, Mr. Wells. Is that bad? I feel like I'm horny nonstop. It's making me do crazy things, sir. I should get my head examined, I suppose."
"You and me both, kid."
Silence hung heavy in the dusk as two men - one full into his adulthood, one entering it headstrong stood in the suburban driveway and stared each other down.
"Mr. Wells?"
"Yeah, Dan?"
"I've had a busy afternoon."
Mike wasn't sure what Dan was talking about. The teen could read the confusion on his face.
"A couple guys just fucked me," Dan said boldly. "On top of a few this afternoon. I figure I'm carrying around a dozen guys' spunk in me right now."
"Fuck!" Mike swore, not quite believing this.
"I know. Pretty sick, huh?"
Mike nodded down to his crotch, where his erect dick was painfully apparent. "Guess you know what I think of it."
"Man, you got a big cock." Reaching forward Dan's hand began the thick stalk. "I'd love to spend some time with the beauty." Looking back up his eyes pleaded with Mike.
"If you let me eat you out again. Right now."
"You want that mega assload, huh?" The teen jock looked around to see if anyone was out on the street, then brazenly brushed his hand up to play with Mike's nipple. "Wanna eat the juice of a dozen guys you don't even know?"
Mike was getting really horny now. He almost reached down to unzip his crotch. Even with the sunset, he knew better to risk it. But damn his cock wanted free!
"If it makes you feel better, you can tell me whose slop I'm feasting on as I rim you."
"Your wife home now?"
"Yeah. And the kids. What about your parents?"
"Yeah. Shit. I gotta get fucked. You have me so wound up now." His hands were now roaming along Mike's big arms and expansive shoulders, and edging underneath the rim of the man's T-shirt to feel his waist.
"Dan... you ever kiss the guys who fuck you?"
"Sometimes."
"Let's go to the garage."
The two slipped inside the side garage door and their muscled bodies clashed with intense force. Mike grabbed Dan's face and pulled him into a kiss. "Fuck, you're hot."
Dan's fingers answered by fumbling with Mike's zipper. He sighed as he felt the man's powerful hardon poke into the palm of his hand. He started frigging the big stick with insistent wrist motions.
Mike growled and unsnapped the boy's jeans. Finding a jockstrap and a bare ass in his grasp as the pants slid down only fed fuel to his fire. Eagerly, his fingers dipped into the jock's crack. The crevice was hot and wet with slick manslime. The floral, alkaline aroma of fresh come instantly hit him.
"Bend over," he ordered.
Dan's face had lost its casual smile, showing instead a concerted look of lust. "Yessir," he whispered as he turned around and thrust out his butt. He'd barely lowered his torso when he felt Mr. Wells lapping at his backside. Just like this morning. "Oh, fuck, sir, that feels nice," he cooed as Mike rimmed hungrily.
The married man could taste the seed. Hell, he could almost make out the distinct flavors of twelve different men. What amazed him was not merely that this highschool football star had been practically gangbanged, but that the kid's hole was drum tight. It took repeated stabs of his powerful tongue to tease Dan and loosen him up. When he did, his mouth was immediately filled with sperm. Lots of it. Mike choked and grunted, but never did he move. Eventually he got his breathing and tonguework into a rhythm to let him taste and swallow the heavy, nasty assload.
It was depraved but Mike Wells had never been more turned on his life.
Dan was flying high as a kite as well. He hiked his butt back into Mr. Wells' face, grinding the cummy ass trench along the man's handsome features, shaking his butt to signal he wanted more, wanted it deeper.
He got his wish. Unable to take any more, Mike stood up and thrust his prick right into Dan's chute. "Ugh!" the two exclaimed at once, excited and relieved to make the connection both craved. Mike bore his cock inward til his ballsac nudged the sperm-wet sphincter.
"I'm fucking you, kid," he grunted, unconcerned he was saying the obvious.
"Hell yeah. Fuck me, sir."
Wells pulled out and pounded right back in. He wanted to knock the breath of Dan's lungs. He wanted to fuck this kid like he'd never been fucked.
Dan was too seasoned for that. He spread his thighs apart and welcomed more neighbor cock deep into his hole. His prostate fluttered like mad from the abuse it had gotten all day. Dan wanted to tell the man to change positions, or at least to slow down.
Wells was driving this fuck, though. Like a man possessed he powered on with ferocity. Pounding thrust after thrust into the kid. Dan Reynolds had taken the seed of seemingly half the town, now Mike was going to breed the kid.
The young athlete moaned as he felt the tall, strapping fucker lean over his back and wrap his burly arms around him, all the while pistoning the thick piledriver in and out. Dan could feel the heat and bulk of Mike's meaty chest and the soft, frothy cum-wet lips kiss and lick along the back of his neck. It sent shudders through his body.
"Yeah, buddy, that's it... open up. Open the fuck up for me."
"Screw me, Mr. Wells," Dan huffed, nearing his own orgasm. "Screw my hole."
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Mike cried as his cock spurted deep and heavy inside the subdued jock. When he pulled back his dick plopped out from its tight confinement and splattered fresh juice over Dan's sinewed back.
Dan looked back in admiration. He hadn't quite nutted but somehow satisfied that he'd taken the married satyr's ejaculation deep inside him. "Holy crap, that was hot!" he smiled.
Mike winked and looked down at his dripping shaft. "I'll say. The little guy's still hard as an iron spike."
Dan laughed. "Nothing little about him. But he is hard. Guess the wife's gonna get a nice reaming tonight, huh?" He stood up and felt a little self-conscious at how much his own erection was dripping, the sap having been pushed out involuntarily by Mike's ramrod.
Mike grinned and massaged his erection with thumb and forefinger. It pulsed at his touch. "I'd rather have another crack at you."
Dan couldn't keep his eyes of that beautiful, thick meatstick. "Maybe we can strip all the way down this time." Without waiting for an answer, he began peeling off his clothing, all the way, till he stood naked and erect in the Wells' garage.
Mike followed suit. The man's bulky build turned Dan on big time, and the second the older man stepped out of his shorts, the two clenched into a skin-on-skin hug. Their desire was overheated, but now they could take their time, exploring each others' body with roaming hands and making out as if they were reunited lovers.
"Gawd, Mr. Wells, your body..."
"Yours too, kid. Yours too."
The two kissed and groped. Mike again played with the pliable but hard-muscled asscheeks, this time proud that the musky seed deposit was his own. When his fingertip breached the jockhole, Dan leaned his head back and groaned.
"You gonna fuck me again, Mr. Wells?"
"Man, I wanna. Tell me my dick doesn't belong in that ass."
"I want to sit on that rod, sir. Feel what it's like to fuck myself off on a thick one like yours."
Impatiently, Mike pulled up a chair and sat down, legs spread. "Have at it, tiger."
Dan positioned his buns over the married man's erection and bore down on it. Now relaxed and lubed, the assring gave way and both men sighed in pleasure as inch after inch of Mike's meat penetrated the teen.
When Dan hit bottom, he looked up at Mike and smiled. "God, you make me feel full." Then, lifting up, he raised his body til his sphincter folds kissed the wet cock tip. Then plunged on down. He repeated the action.
"Nice, kid. Now," Mike said in a hoarse whisper. "Maybe you can tell me about all these men who've been fucking you."
Dan blushed red but felt fully alive and sexual.
"Yes, sir."