Basketball Jock and Prof

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Basketball Jock and Prof, Part 5 Cosmic Charlie

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Last time: Mike played the best game of his life and racked up a triple-double in points, assists, and rebounds. After the game he returned to the Prof's house for some serious body worship. When the Prof. finished cleaning every inch of Mike's body, Mike fucked him using the Prof's own cum as lube.

Fair warning: This chapter contains a really brief piss scene at the end.

I slid off of Mike's cock and lay face down on my bed, completely spent. As my ass muscles relaxed I could feel Mike's cum running out of me and down my balls. I felt like a total whore. In the meantime, Mike was texting faster than I thought possible.

After a minute or two Mike said, "Round two starts in an hour. Let's go into town and get a beer."

It was about one o'clock, so we had an hour before the bars closed. Mike was not my student anymore, so I wasn't as concerned about being seen off campus with him. We were close in age and it was a small town. It was not outside the realm of possibility that we had become friends after my class had finished. At least, that's the story I would have told if we had run into anyone.

Mike drove me into town and took me to the local college bar - the Tav. When we walked in, the place erupted in cheers for Mike. Immediately I was playing second fiddle to my basketball god. Sorority girls of every make and model came out of the woodwork and buzzed around Mike, pushing their big tits into his body as they pretended to move past him.

"They all think I'm here looking for a lay." Mike said into my ear. "They want my victory load inside of them. What do you think they'd say if they knew it was already inside of you?"

I smiled at him. The way he was talking about fucking me while we were in public was a total turn on. It was loud enough in the bar that no one could hear him. "I bet they'd be jealous." I said to him.

"None of these bitches would have done for me what you did. You deserved my load." He laughed and hugged me around the shoulder. It was a pretty affectionate move for Mike, but to the bystanders it probably just seemed like manly camaraderie.

Mike and I had a beer. Every so often some drunk idiot would come up to Mike and stammer something about the game. Mike was always nice. The chicks continued to circle, but became less aggressive when Mike didn't show them any attention. It sort of blew my mind. Mike could have anyone he wanted, but he was sitting here with me.

"What are you thinking about?" Mike asked.

"This," I said, "I always wanted to be with a jock when I was in college. Now I am."

"You're not with a jock." Mike replied. "You're with the jock." He glanced down at his phone. "We should get going. I got a surprise for you."

We walked out of the bar and back to Mike's car. He drove us into the heart of campus. As he drove, he reached over me and grabbed a parking permit out of the glove box. We drove up to the basketball arena, but instead of pulling into the front parking lot Mike drove around the back.

He parked near an unmarked door and we got out of the car. There was a key-card entry and Mike swiped his ID to get us in.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"To the gym." he said. "Hey, you wanna see the locker-room?"

"Fuck yeah." I told him.

We walked down a nondescript hallway with painted cinder block walls until we got to the back entrance to the locker-room. The door looked just like any other door in the hallway. All that marked it off was a small sign that said "Home Locker Room"

Again Mike's card gained us access, and we walked into the room. The team's locker-room was nothing like the locker-room's I had known in high-school and college. The floor was carpeted and the whole place was really nicely furnished - like nicer than my house. The room was long and narrow, and along the long walls there were cubbies and cabinets for each player. I didn't see any lockers at all.

"This is it." Mike said.

"It's really nice." I replied.

"Other teams have nicer rooms. Ours is getting a little old. It works though." Mike was walking through the room quickly. He did not want to linger here, and I was not going to hold him back.

"This door goes out to the arena," he said motioning to one door. Then pushing another door open, he said, "This one goes to the gym."

I sort of stood there looking stupid while taking everything in. Mike looked at me and sternly said, "We're going to the gym." Not in a position to argue, I followed him through the door.

The gym itself was nothing special. It looked like any number of the nicely equipped gyms I'd been a member at over the years. Mike lead me through the rows of lifting equipment to the back of the gym and a door marked 'Steam-room."

"Strip down." he ordered.

"Here?" I asked.

"Its the middle of the fucking night. What are you worried about?" he asked.

He had a point. I pulled off my shirt and then my pants and shoes. Mike did the same.

As Mike opened the door to the steam room, I was hit by a blast of hot and moist air. As the steam cleared I looked in and saw a man on his knees in the middle of the tiled floor. He was naked except for a blindfold over his eyes and a black jock covering his junk. His body was perfect. Every single muscle was visible and perfectly formed- as if he had been chiseled from stone.

"You recognize him?" Mike asked.

I looked at the guy and tried to imagine his face without the blindfold. Then it clicked.

"Logan." I said.

Mike nodded. "He belongs to a friend of mine, but he's ours for the night. The guy is a total whore for cock. He'll do almost anything for dick."

My dick, which had finally softened, was hard again. Logan played shortstop on the university's baseball team. Baseball was a minor sport at the school, but he was still a jock. I had had him in class last year. Even then I could tell that he had a perfect body under the loose sweatshirts that he liked to wear. When he leaned back in his chair his bulging pecs stretched the fabric and when he walked, I could see the perfect V shape of his torso underneath his shirts.

As I looked at Logan kneeling on the floor I realized how beautiful he was. Mike was drop-dead gorgeous and handsome as hell. He was rugged and masculine. Logan was almost pretty. He had a boyish face and short dark blond hair. His skin was tanned and his nipples were small and erect. He had some pit hair but his chest and washboard abs were smooth. Sweat ran down his body. He was breathing heavily and looked pretty tense.

Mike walked up behind Logan and leaned down toward his face. He licked one of Logan's ears and nibbled on his earlobe. Logan's whole body went rigid. He looked a little scared. Mike growled in a low voice, "Do you know who I am?"

Logan shook his head.

"It's Mike." A smile came across Logan's face, and he straightened out his body to show off his muscles. He knew who Mike was and was excited. "I brought a friend with me," Mike said.

Mike looked up at me, "Come over and play with him Prof."

I walked over to Logan. Mike stood behind him with both hands on his shoulders. I ran my fingers through Logan's short blond hair and massaged the back of his neck. I got down on my knees so that I could get a better look at his body. His chest was perfectly formed and absolutely lean. Every single muscle showed under his sweaty, glistening skin.

Logan was wearing a thin strap of what looked like black leather as a blindfold and a black jockstrap. His dick was rock hard and stretched the jock obscenely. I ran my hand up over his washboard abs and stopped at his nipple. I tweaked it, at first gently and then hard. Logan gasped.

At that moment, a switch flicked in my head. Since meeting Mike I had basically been his bitch. He'd fucked me, smashed my head into his balls, fed me his cum, and made me lick every inch of his amazing body. I'd loved every minute of it, but normally, before I was under Mike's spell, I was more aggressive and dominant with my men. I was never as good at dominating my bitches as Mike, but Mike was one of only a handful of men I'd let fuck me.

Now, I had this slutty bitch in front of me and Mike was watching me. It was my turn to show him what kind of man I could be - to show him that I didn't always have to be the one on my knees.

I stood up in front of Logan. I put my hand on the back of his head and shoved his face into my nasty balls. Over the course of the last few hours, I'd worked up quite a sweat and my balls were sticky not just with my sweat but also with Mike's dried up cum that had leaked out of my ass.

Logan didn't need any instructions. He immediately started to lick and suck on my balls. I put both of my hands on his head and pushed him deeper into my crotch. His tongue ran up under my balls toward my asshole, licking and washing my taint. I started to grind my junk into his face.

I looked at Mike. He was smiling, almost laughing. "Hump his face, Prof. Give the bitch what we wants."

"Oh fuck, Mike," I said, "This whore can't get enough of my balls."

"You think he can taste my cum on them?" Mike asked.

Before I could answer Logan nodded his head as best he could. Mike grabbed my leg and lifted it up onto one of the wooden benches in the steam room.

"Go for his hole, slut. Eat my cum out of his ass." Mike commanded.

I started to slip on the tile, so I sat down on the bench and pulled my legs up over my head. Logan's tongue drilled into me. His mouth was sucking on my ass lips and his tongue was swirling around inside of me. I'd never had my ass licked like this before. The guy was completely fixated on eating me out.

Mike moved behind Logan and started to play with his asshole. He looked at me, "I'm gonna get him ready for your dick, Prof. I wanna watch you drill this slut hard."

Logan continued to eat out my ass, sending ripples of pleasure through my body. I leaned forward and Logan naturally moved his mouth back to my balls. I sat up and pushed my dick down against Logan's face. As it slid across his face it left a trail of dog-water. He immediately took to sucking it.

Logan was an expert cock sucker. He didn't need to be told what to do or how to do it. He went to work on my dick like only a man who loves cock can.

I looked over at Mike. He was spitting on Logan's ass and rubbing his saliva into his hole. Mike's long fingers were pushing in and out of Logan's shoot, doing what he could to lube Logan up a little.

Mike grabbed the back of Logan's head and Logan turned his face toward him, mouth gaping and face shiny with dick slime and spit.

"We didn't bring any lube. Are you going to be able to take my friend's cock?" Mike asked.

Logan nodded.

"Are you sure? It's probably going to hurt." While he asked the questions, Mike continued to drill Logan's hole with his freehand.

"Please." Logan said.

"Please what?" Mike asked him, grinning at me.

"Please let your friend fuck me. I want his cock in my ass." Logan said.

I wouldn't have believed what I was hearing if I hadn't been there. Logan was a stud. A hot, built, sexy stud. His magnetic sex appeal had girls swarming around him all the time. I had noticed this when he was my student, and I figured he spent most of his time screwing them. In reality he was a submissive cock hound.

"Get back on my dick, slut." I said to him.

Mike howled with laughter and said, "He loves your dick, Prof."

"He's sucking it like it's the last dick on earth." I told him.

"His ass is begging for your cock. It's pulling on my fingers. He needs a dick in him soon." Mike told me.

"This dude was born to service real men like you, Mike." I said.

"Like us, Prof." Mike replied, "Now get over here and fuck him hard. I want to watch you drill his ass." Having said that, Mike pulled Logan's head off of my dick and reached out and grabbed my cock. His strong hand felt amazing on my rod and it jumped in his hand. He pulled me toward him.

I got behind Logan and Mike guided my dick toward his hole. As I pushed against Logan's rosebud, there was some resistance. I'd never fucked a guy raw like this, so I just kept pushing in, waiting for Logan's sphincter to open up and take me. Suddenly, my dick slipped in. I figured Logan would need a minute to get used to it, but he immediately pushed back and impaled himself on my fuck pole.

Mike was behind me, pushing against my body. I could feel his dick throbbing in the small of my back. He moved in close and whispered in my ear, "Drill him for me, Prof."

I started to move in and out of Logan's ass. Pulling almost all the way out and then pushing all the way back in. Logan was a well-trained slut, and his ass lips were milking my cock, clamping down on it, as I worked my way in and out of him.

Mike moved in front of Logan and put his crotch into Logan's face. Logan licked around the base of his cock and sucked at his low-hanging balls. Mike slapped his hard dick against the top of Logan's head, running his slimy cock-head through Logan's hair.

I was drilling Logan doggy style, putting everything I had into fucking him in order to try to impress Mike. Mike reached out and started to tweak my nipples and play with my pecs. His hand came around the back of my neck and pulled me toward him. I bent forward over Logan and lodged my dick deep in his ass. I brought my face to Mike's.

Mike kissed me hard. His tongue invade my mouth and his whole face pressed against mine. We made out for at least a minute, my dick deep in Logan's ass and Mike's dick in Logan's mouth. As our kiss intensified, we were basically licking each other's faces, necks, and ears. Mike starting to nibble and bite on my neck and ear lobes, mixing pain with pleasure as we made out.

I pulled away from the kiss and looked into Mike's eyes. Even with my dick buried in Logan's ass all I wanted to do was to service Mike and worship his body. His cock was what made me truly happy.

I grabbed Logan's head by his hair and jerked him off of Mike's cock. He gasped for air, panting like a dog. I pushed him down to Mike's balls and went to work on Mike's cock.

I dove down onto Mike's cock, letting him slip, almost effortlessly, into my throat. My nose came into contact with his pubes and then pressed against the firm, flat muscles at the top of his dick. The steam had left Mike's body, hell all of our bodies, slick with perspiration and water. Mike's pubes were damp and I could smell his sweat and the cum from our sex marathon in them.

I slid back up his cock to catch my breath. With only his cock-head still in my mouth, I ran my tongue around his corona, slipping into the folds of his foreskin. I could taste his precum spilling out onto my tongue. I nursed on his dick, sucking gently and inhaling his manly smells.

Logan had become a complete afterthought. He was still working Mike's balls below me and licking up the spit and throat slime that dribbled onto Mike's sac and his face. Mike's cock was my whole world and I had pretty much given up on fucking Logan. He was still doing his best to impale himself on my cock, writhing and pressing against my groin, but mostly he was keeping my dick warm while I serviced Mike.

I looked down at the blindfolded slut below me. He was licking and slurping like it was what he was made to do. The sheer nastiness of it all washed over me. I looked up at Mike's solid body. His sexy frame seemed huge from this angle. His pecs were like mountains and his shoulders seemed to stretch all the way across the room.

As Mike made eye contact with me he grabbed my head and pulled it off his dick. He pressed my face into his lightly furred abs. I licked at his stomach and around his belly button. He grabbed my chin and turned my face up toward him.

"Open." he commanded.

I opened my mouth. Mike spit right into it. I swallowed.

"Good boy." he said as he lightly slapped and then rubbed the side of my face.

Mike pushed my body back into an upright position. He reached across Logan's body and down toward my cock, which was still hard and buried in Logan's ass. He pressed his finger alongside my dick and into Logan's hole.

"You think there's room in there for both of us?" he asked me.

"Fuck yeah." I said, "The slut can take us both."

Mike pulled Logan's face upward. "What do you think, cunt? Is there room in your ass for both of us?"

For the first time that night, Logan seemed to hesitate. As he processed what he was being asked to do, Mike slipped a finger into Logan's mouth. Automatically, without any thought at all, Logan started to suck Mike's index finger.

"Your pussy can take it. Don't you think?"

Logan nodded. He didn't seem thrilled by the prospect, but he nodded.

Mike pulled his finger out of Logan's mouth and pressed his cock head against Logan's lips.

"Get it good and slick." Mike said, "Use your throat to really get it slimy."

Logan took Mike's cock down to the base and started to gag on it. When he pulled off a half a minute later, Mike's cock was coated with spit and throat slime.

"Prof, you get under him." Mike told me.

Logan knew what to do. He straightened up against me, then used his round ass to push me down to a seated position. He was riding my cock reverse cowgirl. Then he spun around and leaned over me. Logan's asshole was now facing Mike and his blindfolded, sweaty face was over mine.

"Take a deep breath and bear down." Mike said. He placed one hand on Logan's ass and used the other to push his dick against mine. His cock felt hard and hot against the sensitive skin of my cock. Mike started to push into Logan's ass and suddenly everything got tighter. My cock was compressed as Mike's slid into Logan's asshole. It was like my dick was being hugged. Logan's soft ass muscles were on one side and Mike's hard dick was on the other.

I looked at Logan's face. He looked serious, like he was processing what was happening to him. As Mike worked his way in I could see the occasional wave of pain pass over Logan's face. He whimpered, moaned, and gasped as his anal canal was stretched and filled. Finally, Mike was all the way in. His cock was a couple of inches deeper than I had gotten in. Mike relaxed on top of Logan, which pushed Logan's sweaty body into mine. I could feel his hard cock press against my abs.

Mike pushed Logan's head out of the way and kissed me hard and deep. His cock was throbbing against mine inside of Logan's ass and his huge balls rested on top of my scrotum. In a way, I felt like we were closer than we'd ever been before.

"Let's fuck this bitch together, Prof." He said.

I nodded. I pulled out of Logan's ass a little and pushed back in. The contrast between the top of my cock, which was sliding against the walls of Logan's ass, and the bottom, which was sliding against Mike's steely dick, was incredible. I had never felt anything like it before.

Mike started to drill Logan like it was going out of style. Logan started moaning like a bitch. As Mike picked up the pace, Logan's moans got higher and higher. Eventually he was just grunting as Mike long-dicked him. The position my body was in prevented me from really giving it to Logan. Instead, I let my body relax and took in the sensations that surrounded me.

Mike's dick slid against mine, driving my own cock in and out of Logan's ass. Logan's own dick was sliding against my abs and through the light coating of hair that covered them. His sweaty body was sliding against mine. The weight of the two bodies on top of me was intensely erotic.

Gazing up at Mike I saw a look of purely sexual and erotic pleasure on his face. His lips were upturned in a slight grin and he had a look of intensity as he fucked Logan's ass. His hair was damp and messy from the sweat and steam. Perspiration glistened on his entire body.

"Oh Jesus," Mike started to mutter. "Oh fuck, man. I'm gonna dump my load in this slut. Oh fuck." His babbling turned incoherent and his fucking slowed down and became more methodical.

Suddenly his dick swelled up against mine. He drove all the way into Logan's ass, pressing Logan's body hard into mine, then pulled out an inch or two.

Mike started to shoot his load into Logan. I could feel the hot, sticky wetness engulf my dick. Mike's load was being planted deep inside Logan's guts and my dick was there to feel it. The wetness and warmth trickled down around my dick head and slid along side my cock.

Mike hollered loudly. It was a sound of pure masculinity and animality. He was a beast, a fucking male god, who just bred his bitch. His muscles were pumped up and his skin shone as he rose to his feet and pulled his dick out of Logan's ass.

As he pulled his dick out my dick came out with him. Mike's cum ran down my shaft and dripped out of Logan's ass into my pubes.

"Clean that up, slut." he said.

I initially thought he was talking to me, and I made a move toward Mike's dick. Mike grabbed me by the shoulder and laughed. "I want him." he pointed at Logan, "to clean you up."

In a flash, Logan's face was in my crotch. He couldn't see where the cum was, and he seemed to just be licking everything as a way to make sure he did a good job. He started on my cock, then worked his tongue through my pubes, eating all of Mike's cum.

I was close to cumming. My dick had been hard for close to an hour now. If I had been able to move a little, I would have shot my load in Logan's ass with Mike. Now, with Logan's mouth on my junk, I was getting really close.

Mike grabbed Logan by the hair and pushed him off of me. Logan fell back onto the floor. He pretty much collapsed, completely used by us.

"Cum in my mouth," Mike said as he took my dick into his mouth.

Mike's dick sucking skills always amazed me. For a guy who spent so much time telling dudes to suck his dick, he seemed well practiced at sucking dick himself. He ran his tongue around my cock and pulled on my balls with his one hand. With the other hand he rubbed my abs and chest. It only took me a few seconds before I was ready to blow.

I shot probably the biggest load of my life into Mike's mouth. My cock swelled, as I felt the semen shoot up through my urethra. Mike kept sucking, but didn't swallow. Four, then five thick ropes of cum gathered in his mouth.

My orgasm subsided, and I pulled my cock out of Mike's full mouth. Mike walked over to Logan, who was still lying crumpled on the floor, and lightly kicked him in the side. Logan quickly rose to his knees. Mike tapped him on the side of the face and mumbled "Open" while trying to keep my cum from spilling out of his mouth.

Logan opened his mouth obediently. With the blind fold on, he had no idea what was coming. Mike swished my cum around in his mouth for a few seconds, than spit the cum and saliva onto Logan's face. Mike had purposely spit so that the cum sprayed all over Logan, and his face, hair, and neck were dripping with the mess.

Mike grabbed Logan by the shoulder and pulled him to his feet. "Come on." he told Logan. Then he looked at me, "You too." Mike's cock was jutting out in front of him, bouncing up and down against his abs as he walked to the door. We stepped out of the steam room and into the much cooler air in the gym. The bright fluorescent lights were a shock to my eyes. It was like leaving a movie theater and stepping out into the daylight.

Mike turned the corner into the showers. I followed. The showers were basically a much nicer version of what I was used to in high-school and college. The walls and floors were tiled and the room was lit by dim light. Shower heads lined the walls of the large open space.

Mike pushed Logan up against one of the walls then pushed down on his shoulder so he slid onto the floor.

"Wait there" Mike told him.

Then Mike turned to me. "Up against the wall, Prof." He said.

I quickly backed up against the wall and looked at Mike. He walked over to me and slapped my face. The slap wasn't hard enough to hurt me, but it took me by surprise.

"How the fuck am I supposed to fuck you like this?" Mike asked. He grabbed my body and turned me around. He pushed my chest into the wall then used his feet to separate my legs. He reached out and turned on the faucet. Warm water poured over our bodies.

"I bet you always wanted to get fucked in the shower by a stud. Didn't you?" Mike asked.

"Yes." I hissed.

"Tell me. Who was the first stud you fantasized about?" Mike was rubbing his dick against my ass as he asked the question.

"A guy named Chris. We played hockey together. I was fifteen." I said.

"Did you watch him in the showers? Did you check him out after practice?"

"Yes." I said. I pushed my ass back against Mike's groin. "I watched him everyday. I beat off thinking about him every night. I wanted him so bad."

Mike took a couple of pumps of soap from the dispenser near my head. He reached down and started to lube up his cock.

"What did you want him to do to you?" Mike asked.

"Everything." I said.

Mike lined his dick up with my asshole and started to push in. "I'm going fuck you hard, Prof. Brace yourself."

Mike pushed into me hard. He drove all the way in all at once. The soap was a blessing and a curse. While it kept him from tearing my ass apart, it burned like a son of a bitch. Mike started to fuck my ass in long, deep strokes.

There was no way I could get a grip on the tiled floors, and Mike's quick, hard thrusts pushed me into the wall. My dick pressed up against the cold tile. Mike ran his hands up my chest to my nipples. He twisted them much harder this time, and I groaned from the mix of pain and pleasure.

"C'mon Prof." Mike said, "You can take it, can't you."

The anal assault continued. Mike was not going to slow down. He shoved into me with all of his strength and my hips smashed into the tiled wall. He let go of my nipples and moved down to my cock. He started to jerk me off roughly. His grip on my dick was firm and hard. His low hangers were swinging into my balls as he pawed at my dick and pummeled my ass.

Slowly the pain and stinging in my ass subsided, and I started to get into the fucking. Mike brought his mouth to my neck and started to kiss it. Then, without warning, he bit down. Not hard enough to freak me out, but definitely hard enough to leave a mark. He chuckled and then moaned or growled into my ear.

"I'm gonna breed your ass. You ready for my sperm, Prof?" he asked.

"Fuck, yes. Shoot it into me." I said.

Mike picked up the pace and increased his manhandling of my dick. Mike had never fucked me this hard before, and I was losing control.

"Oh fuck Mike, I'm gonna cum." I called out.

Mike didn't say anything, instead he bit down on my shoulder and focused on pounding my hole. With each thrust he literally lifted me up off my feet. As my orgasm took over, my body went limp in under Mike's control. I shot my load all over the tile wall. My ass clamped down on Mike's dick.

"Here it is." he panted in my ear.

The thrusting stopped and Mike buried his cock deep into me. I felt the throbbing of his dick as he unloaded inside of my guts. Mike whimpered and moaned over my shoulder. The hot water streamed down our bodies.

After he finished cumming, Mike slumped into me. His arms came around me and he hugged me tightly. His dick was softening and it soon slipped out of my asshole. He squeezed me and then pulled away. I just sort of slid down the wall and sat on the floor under the water.

Mike walked over to Logan. He grabbed him by the hair and pulled him over to the place where I had cum.

"The Prof made a mess, slut. Clean it up." Mike pulled the blindfold off of Logan so he could find the cum. It took a minute for Logan's eyes to adjust to the light, but then he went for the load running down the wall. After he was finished, he looked at me. I couldn't tell if he recognized me.

"Turn around." Mike said.

Logan turned toward him. "You wanna get off, slut?"

Logan nodded.

"Go for it." Mike said. Logan reached into the jock strap he was wearing and pulled out his dick. As Logan jerked on his cock, Mike scooped what remained of my load and his spit off of Logan's face and fed it to him. Logan licked and sucked at Mike's fingers like they were a dick. Within seconds, Logan shot three streams of cum up onto his perfectly sculpted abs.

Mike took a step back. "Let me help you clean that off." He said.

I was still sitting on the floor. Before I knew what was happening, Mike grabbed his dick and unleashed a torrent of piss. He aimed first at Logan's torso, blasting the cum off his body, but then directed his stream at Logan's face. Logan just sat there, letting the piss flow over his face. Mike stood above us both. To me, he was just a stud marking his territory. Part of me, just a small part, wished he was pissing on me. When he finished, he reached down and pulled me to my feet.

He looked down at Logan, "I'm going to text Greg. He told me to tell you that you better be clean when he gets here unless you want to get punished." Then Mike looked at me, "Let's get out of here, Prof."

We walked back to the door of the steam room where we had ditched our clothes and got dressed. As we left the athletics complex, another car pulled up to the door. A man about my age stepped out of the car.

"He do a good job, Mike?" the man asked.

"He was awesome." Mike replied. "He's in there washing my piss off right now."

"Glad it worked out. Good game tonight." the man said. He sort of waved at me before walking into the building. The guy looked familiar, but I couldn't tell where I knew him from.

Mike and I walked to his car. I was exhausted, and I collapsed into the seat as Mike drove back to my house. We said almost nothing on the way home. Both of us were drinking in the situation and processing what had just happened.

As we pulled onto my long driveway, Mike reached over and squeezed my dick through my pants. "You really gave it to Logan. There's more to you than I thought." he said.

I beamed back at him. I was really happy that he was pleased.

Mike pulled up to my garage. "You care if I stay here tonight?" he asked.

"Uh . ." I was at a loss for words. "No, you should stay Mike."

We went into the house and made for the bedroom. Mike stripped off his clothes. "I sleep naked. That ok with you?" He laughed as he asked.

"I think I can handle it." I said.

Mike grabbed his cock. "You sure?" he asked.

"Well, I think I need a little while before I can handle that again." I said.

Mike jumped into my bed. "I'll let you take a break."

I flipped off the lights and crawled into bed. Mike wrapped his arm around me and we fell asleep.

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