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Basketball Jock and Prof, Part 9 Cosmic Charlie - Cosmic709@yahoo.com
After the night when Mike gave me his virginity, our relationship completely changed. Though he left my house that morning after breakfast, he texted me later in the day to remind me what a good time he had. By the following Monday morning, he had texted me to see if I wanted to get dinner with him that night. Over the next few days our relationship morphed from being primarily fuck buddies to being something closer to a dating couple.
Of course, Mike had to be careful about how open he was about his sexuality. He did not want to make national news as an openly gay college basketball player, both because it might jeopardize whatever chances he had of playing professional ball and because he just didn't want the attention.
Still, Mike never really hid his sexuality. He was openly affectionate with me and all of his close friends knew that we were together. We spent most of our time with his friends, who seemed to really like me. We were not in the closet so much as, to him, our relationship was a private thing. When a colleague of mine asked me over for dinner, I invited Mike along, and he was more than happy to come with.
The ramifications for me were as expected. While dating a student, current or former, is frowned upon, people tend to look the other way when they see the couple. If asked, I lied and said that we had gotten together recently, long after he was my student. My colleagues and department chair either believed me or chose to look the other way. In the end, once we were actually together, there was little that could be done about it. Action could be taken, but it would result in a very public black eye for the college and the university that the public relations people would have called 'undesirable'.
We continued to have sex almost every day. Mike had not let me fuck him since that night. While I would not have said no to blowing another load in his guts, I was more than happy to get drilled by his big cock. Though not submissive in previous relationships, I had no problem submitting to Mike's awesome and aggressive personality. In fact, the more I came to like him as a man and not just a body, the more I liked his dick in my ass.
Mike stayed at my house at least a couple of nights a week, and I occasionally stayed at his apartment. I loved sleeping in his bed. It smelled foreign and masculine to me. The whole night I was engulfed by his delicious aroma. When I told Mike how much I got off on this, he admitted that he liked sleeping in my bed for the same reason. I guess that one of the best parts of not living together was that we still had our separate spaces. Our lives had not blended together to the point that we could no longer enter into the other guy's personal world.
After about two weeks into this new dating relationship, Mike made a proposition. He had just finished pounding me in a fuck session that involved a lot of dirty talk about me being a nasty slut.
Mike asked, "Do you really get off on being used by men?"
"Yeah, I love it when you use me to get off, Mike." I said while I licked some of the sweat off his chest.
"So it's not, like, an act you're putting on for me?" he replied.
"No," I said as I buried my face in his pit and took a deep breath, "I like it a lot. It gets me off. Why?"
"I know a guy," Mike said. "He was talking today about getting blow jobs from homos. He kept going on and on about how much more he likes getting sucked by gay dudes than chicks. I think he figured I would get on my knees and blow him or something."
"You should put him on his knees and teach him a lesson." I said. I grabbed Mike's big dick and gave it a squeeze. "Just be sure to let me watch."
"Actually, I was thinking about watching him use you. You think you'd be up to it?" he asked.
The fact that Mike was actually asking me was a sign of how much different our dating life was from our previous, purely sexual, relationship. Four months ago he wouldn't have hesitated to just set up some rendezvous with this dude and shove my face into his sweaty crotch.
"You'll be there?" I asked.
"Yeah." he said. "I'll be there to fuck you silly when his puny dick lets you down."
"I'm game." I told him.
"This guy is hot. He plays right field on the baseball team and is totally ripped. I've heard from other guys that he gets real rough with some of the jersey chasers. None of the girls will hook up with him any more because he gets off on shoving their faces into his balls and making them choke on his Latin dick. I thought it would be your scene." Mike said.
My dick was getting hard thinking about it, and Mike was getting hard while he told me about the guy. As I thought more about it, I got a little apprehensive. Mike must have noticed, because he put his arm around me and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry, if he gets too rough I'll step in and put him in his place."
"Thanks, but I can handle myself." I said.
"Whatever," Mike laughed. Then his hand came up to the top of my head and he said, "Speaking of choking on big dicks . . ."
No further instructions were necessary. I moved my face down to his crotch and took his dick into my mouth.
Mike talked to the baseball player and set up the 'date'. Mike told me that he told this guy, Carlos, that he knew of a hot queer who loved to worship jocks, and Carlos was immediately game. Carlos wanted to meet outside in the dugout of the ball field. Apparently, he had some fantasy about getting blown there. I didn't really care where we did it as long as I got a taste of Latino cum before the night was out.
I was told to meet Mike outside the university baseball fields the following Friday night at 11 o'clock. I cleaned myself up, put on my sexiest pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and got to the field at about a quarter to eleven. The place was deserted and I waited about ten minutes before Mike showed up.
Mike had clearly gone for a long jog before he made his way over to the field. He ran across the parking lot toward me. He was wearing a grey t-shirt that was heavily pitted out and a pair of basketball shorts with no underwear. As he got closer I could see his big dick and balls swinging beneath the nylon fabric. About ten feet out, he slowed down to a trot, and as he approached I watched as his dick started to tent the front of his pants.
"Glad to see you cleaned up for the big event." I said to him.
"I fucking wet on a run for you, Prof. Show some respect." he said, "If you're gonna pig out on dick tonight, I thought I'd give you a little appetizer."
Mike walked up to me and raised his arms above his head, locking his fingers behind his skull. I dove forward and pushed my face into his pit. The fabric of his t-shirt was soaked with sweat. I started by just rubbing my face in it and then started to suck the salty sweat out of the cotton. Mike had not worn deodorant, and his pits smelled clean but musky. The more I smelled him the more I wanted to bury my face in his stink forever. I groaned as I inhaled and pushed my face into his body.
"Jesus fuck, Prof." Mike said as he grabbed my hair and pulled my head out of his pit. "You wanna get picked up? We've got to go inside."
Mike opened the door to the practice field with a key he took out of a little white envelope. We walked onto the field and around the corner of the dugout so we couldn't be scene from the street.
"Now you can lick me clean." he said.
This time I pushed my face up through the armhole so that I had contact with his skin. I licked his pit and smeared my face in his thick, wet, armpit hair. Mike moaned softly as I licked up his sweat. He brought his arm down around my face and squeezed me, his hard muscles bulging against my skull. The heat coming off of his body was amazing, and I was starting to sweat. Mike pulled me away and pushed me to his other pit. I went to work on that one, licking his skin like it was a salt lick. I rubbed my hair into his sweat, hoping to pick up as much of his scent as I could.
I think at least five minutes must have passed while we were locked in our raunchy embrace. The whole time Mike whispered 'sweet nothings' at me. He started lovingly and gently, but quickly became crasser and more assertive. By the time his pits were clean, I was back in the mind set of a submissive whore. I would do whatever I needed to do to get at his cock.
"We're supposed to meet him in the dugout," Mike said as he pulled me down the stairs to the benches. The area was lit with security lights, which gave it an eery feeling. Mike sat down on the bench with his legs spread wide. I sat down next to him.
"Wrong." Mike said. He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me off the bench. I fell to my knees in front of him. He then pulled my face up the side of his thigh. The leg of his shorts was pushed up and my face was soon planted in his sweaty crotch.
"You wait there," Mike said with a laugh.
Mike had worked up a good sweat while he ran and his balls were moist and smelly. Every breath I took filled my nose with his cock-reek, and his vapors set off fireworks in my brain. It was like getting high, only instead of relaxing I got really, really horny. Every other concern in my life went away and all that mattered to me were the huge balls that hung in front of my mouth and the magnificent man attached to them.
I stuck out my tongue and started to lick. Mike immediately knocked me on the head. "No licking, just wait there until Carlos gets here." he said.
I had no problem with that. I breathed in Mike's ball sweat as my own sweat dripped off of my forehead and into his pubes. I nuzzled up against his sticky skin and waited for Carlos to arrive. The whole time, Mike gently rubbed the back of my head. Otherwise he was quite. I closed my eyes and drifted into a trance-like state. I figured that this was what heaven was like. I sweaty crotch in your face and a hot man's hands gently running through your hair.
After another five minutes, Carlos showed up. Mike stood up to his feet without warning me. Cold air rushed up to meet my face as Mike walked over to Carlos.
"Shit man, you fags don't waste any time." Carlos said.
"I told you, the guy loves sweaty dick." Mike told him.
I turned around to get a look at this dude. He stood about 6 feet tall, a few inches shorter than Mike. He had cropped black hair and a very sexy five o'clock shadow. He was not wearing a shirt, but was still wearing his baseball pants. He had a strong upper body and almost no body fat on him. I guessed that Mike had more muscle, but Mike was nowhere near as lean. This guy was completely ripped. His skin glistened in the cool air. His chest was hairless, but there was a nice, dark line of hair down the middle of his abs, which terminated in an impressive mound between his legs.
"What do you think, fag? You want Papi's dick?" he asked me.
I nodded.
"Come here, then." he said as he pointed to the top of his pants.
I walked on my knees across the dirty concrete floor. When I reached Carlos, he grabbed my face and slammed it into his hard abs. His stomach was solid enough that it actually hurt a little. I was taken aback by his roughness, but I remembered that Mike said he liked it rough. I had to be ready for that in the future.
I licked the skin at the top of his pants. His abs still had a little bit of sweat on them and they tasted slightly salty. My tongue moved over each ridge, and I swirled around his belly button. Carlos never took his hands off my head as he guided me around his torso. First I licked his abs and then he moved me up his chest to his tits. I sucked each nipple for a minute before I was pushed back down to the ground.
"You want my cock, boy?" he asked.
"Please Carlos, give me your cock." I replied.
"You want to smell my rank dick sweat and lick my ass?" he asked.
"Yes," I pleaded. "Please let me suck your dick."
At this point I looked over at Mike. He was sitting on a chair a few feet from Carlos and had his dick out. Judging from the slime that coated the head of his cock, he was enjoying the show.
Carlos undid the clasp at the top of his pants. However, instead of letting me at his cock, he stuck his hand into the waistband of his jock and pulled out the hard, plastic, protective cup. He put the cup over my nose and mouth and pushed it hard against my face.
When I breathed in, it was like my whole mind exploded. The musky, sweaty jock smell nearly knocked me out. I stuck out my tongue and took a taste while I let the smell work me over.
"Fuck that's hot." Mike said.
Carlos laughed. "I don't get you fags. Your boyfriend is huffing my jock stink, and you're getting off on it."
Knowing that Mike was enjoying my show made me want to make it even better. I aggressively attacked the cup with my face, grunting a little as I pushed back against Carlos. He responded by pulling it away.
"Whoa there, fag." Carlos said. "I don't want you to use up all your energy on a piece of plastic. Come over here and suck Papi's cock."
Carlos pushed down the waistband of his pants and jock, and his cock sprung out. It looked about eight inches and was uncut. Normally, I would have been impressed, but I'd grown used to Mike's ten incher.
I crawled toward him and opened my mouth to take a taste of his dick. Carlos responded by grabbing his dick and whacking me across the face a few times.
"Open your mouth," he said.
I opened wide, and Carlos spit into my mouth and onto my face. He rubbed his spit across my face with his dick before slipping it into my mouth to clean up. I licked eagerly at the head of his dick, tasting his precum and musk from the day.
Carlos quickly pulled his dick out of my mouth and pushed his whole crotch into my face. He ground his pubes against me and practically humped my face. The he pulled my face out, spit on me, and fed me his cock again. He repeated this process several more times. When he was finished, I felt like a complete whore, my face was covered with a thin coating of spit and cock slime. My hair was tussled and sweaty, and my dick was about to explode out of my pants.
"You like ass, slut?" Carlos asked me.
I nodded.
Carlos smiled and spit on my face again. Then he turned around and dropped his pants. He pushed his ass back into my face and spread his cheeks.
"Eat my ass whore." he growled.
I lined up my tongue with his sweaty asshole and started to lick him clean. His ass cheeks were covered with damp hair and all of his man scent rubbed off onto my face. I pulled out a little bit so that I could get a look at his hole. It was a small tight rosebud. My guess was that nothing harder or wider than a tongue had ever pushed into it.
Carlos' hand came around and after fumbling around my skull, he grabbed the back of my head and shoved my mouth back onto his hole.
"Don't stop again." he commanded.
I had no idea what the penalty would be, but I didn't want to find out. I continued to lick around his asshole and then started to gently push my tongue into him. His virgin sphincter clamped down and pulsed around my tongue.
"Oh yeah, fuck me with your tongue boy."
I started to piston my tongue in and out of his hole, stopping only occasionally to lick and suck at his ass.
"Fuck that's good," Carlos called out. "Mike, why would you ever leave your house with a mouth like this around?"
"He's good isn't he?" Mike said.
"Fuck yeah." Carlos moaned.
Suddenly I felt a softer touch on my skull and I was gently pulled out of Carlos' ass by my hair. Mike's face was right next to mine, and he planted a big kiss on my lips. He pushed his face into me, getting the sex slime that covered me onto his cheeks.
"How's that ass?" he asked.
"Fucking good," I said.
Mike took to licking it as well, and for a few minutes we went at Carlos' backside together.
"Shit," Carlos hissed, "Two fags on my ass. It's like I've gone to heaven."
Mike grabbed Carlos around the waist and turned him around. Carlos didn't seem to resent the intrusion into his dominance over me. His big, uncut dick hung in front of our faces and Mike and I went at it. Mike sucked Carlos' head while I worked on his balls and the base of his dick. Occasionally, we would meet in the middle and make out with the Latino's fuck stick between our mouths.
Mike moved away, but gently ran his hands through my hair before he did.
"I need some attention, Prof." Mike said.
His dick popped into view in front of my face. Carlos' cock, which seemed plenty big before, now looked a lot smaller. Mike had two inches on him and his dick was at least a half an inch wider. Still, I couldn't complain. I had two above average uncut cocks, both leaking precum, hanging in front of my face.
I opened my mouth wide and let the men shove their dicks in. I sucked down as best I could, pressing the dicks together in my mouth. Using my tongue, I alternated between pleasuring Carlos and pleasuring Mike. While Carlos was keeping his dick pretty much stationary, Mike was slowly humping my mouth.
"Wow, look at that slut go," Carlos said to Mike.
"Watch this," Mike said. Then he looked down at me and said, "Take it all."
I spit Carlos' dick out of my mouth and relaxed my throat. I dove onto Mike's dick and let it slide down into my throat. Within a minute, my nose was buried in his pubes. My eyes were watering, but I did my best to keep Mike there as long as I could. I pulled off and looked up at the two guys.
"Shit, man, that's some expert dick sucking. Do me." said Carlos as he shoved his dick into my mouth. Again, I let the dick slip into my throat and buried my face in his crotch. Carlos clearly like this, because he started to fuck my throat slowly. I coughed up his dick, took a breath, and then went down again.
"Fuck." Carlos groaned. "I've never had a bitch treat my cock this way."
In the meantime, Mike had gotten behind me and pulled down my jeans. He started to finger my hole. His treatment was not slow and sensual, as it had been in the past, but rough and ready. He would spit on my ass and then shove his finger in.
"Dude, are you gonna fuck his ass?" Carlos asked.
Mike didn't make any noise, and I guessed that he had nodded. I clenched my ass muscles down around his finger to let him know that the idea turned me on.
"Fuck boy," he said to me, "He's going to tear you apart."
Mike laughed. "He's used to it, Carlos. I fuck him all the time."
"Oh yeah. Still . . ." Carlos trailed off.
I was still sucking on Carlos' dick as Mike penetrated me. No matter how many times he plunged in, I still felt like his dick had to rearrange my guts in order to find room. I gasped as the head slipped past my ass ring.
Mike drooled some of his warm saliva onto my ass. I felt it run down my crack and around his dick. He continued to push in. Deep inside of me, I could feel the head snaking through my bowels. I figured I had a little over half of him in me - three or so more inches to go.
Mike started to fuck me with half of his dick. I let Carlos' cock fall out of my mouth as I moaned in pleasure. Carlos was so turned on by the sight of my ass stretching around Mike's dick that he didn't notice. With my free hand I aimed his dick at my mouth. I would suck it for a few thrusts and then let it fall out of my mouth before putting it back in.
Without warning, Mike thrust forward hard and the remaining inches of his meat plunged into my guts. I leaned forward and smashed my face into Carlos' junk.
"Oh, pound me Mike. Breed me." I said.
Mike started to pound my ass hard. With each stroke he slammed into my ass and pushed my whole body forward into Carlos. I grabbed onto Carlos thighs for support as my face was pushed into his abs.
"Bitch likes it," Carlos observed. "How's that pussy Mike?"
"Incredible." Mike said. Again, I clenched down hard as a way to try to repay him for the compliment. As Mike withdrew his dick on the upstroke, he pulled on my clenched ass ring. I moaned again in pleasure.
Carlos must have grown tired of my moaning like a bitch in heat, because he shoved his dick back into my mouth. I could tell from his progressively dirtier talk and the thickness of his dick that he was getting close.
Mike, in the meantime, was giving me a reach around. His hand on my dick was gradually bringing me closer to orgasm, but because it had been pent up in my jeans for so long, I had a ways to go.
"Oh yeah, I'm gonna cum." Carlos said. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and started to jack it in front of my face. "Gonna paint your face, boy."
His dick head flared and the first volley of cum hit me right between the eyes. At least four more shots of thick, hot semen splattered across my nose and lips. I stuck out my tongue and started to lick up what I could get at.
"Look at him eat that cum," Carlos said while laughing. "You guys are amazing."
As Carlos backed away from me and started to pull on his pants, Mike leaned over me and bent my face toward him. He licked a splatter of cum off of my cheek and then kissed me full on the lips. The two of us swapped Carlos' cum for a minute while he dressed.
"All right," Carlos called out, "This is getting a little to gay for me. Thanks guys."
I looked at him and smiled. I must have looked ridiculous with a jock stallion mounting me from behind and cum running off my face. Carlos took off into the night.
Mike pushed his cock in deep and stopped fucking me. "Hot?" he asked.
"Fuck yeah," I said.
"I think our fucking scared him off in the end." he said.
I pulled my hips forward then pushed my ass back up onto Mike's cock. "I don't care, just keep doing it."
"You like my dick up in you?" he asked playfully.
"Breed my ass, man. Give me your cum." I called out.
Mike continued to fuck me hard, driving his big dick in and out of my ass. His huge, low hanging balls were swinging between my legs, running into my sack on every thrust. Mike's hand moved down my torso and he started to jack me off.
I started to cum fast and hard. My whole body stiffened up as I pumped shot after shot of cum onto the concrete. My ass clenched down hard around Mike's cum as my body pushed my jizz out.
"Fuck yeah, Prof. Milk my dick. Pull my fucking cum out of me." Mike said.
As my orgasm slowed down, I continued to clench down with my ass muscles. I loved the way Mike's cock would pull at my ass lips as he withdrew his cock. It was like a little part of me didn't want to let him go.
Within a minute, Mike was ready to cum. He pulled his dick out of my ass and started to shot ropes of hot semen up my muscular back. Each blast burned against my skin, which had grown cool in the night air. Eight or nine shots landed on me as Mike's enormous balls released their treasure.
Mike leaned down and rubbed his chest against the cum on my back. I felt his mouth on the back of my neck and turned to kiss him. As I did, my nostrils were overwhelmed by the tangy smell of sweat and the harsh aroma of cum. After thirty seconds of kissing, Mike pulled me up to my feet and tossed me my clothes.
"That was some seriously good sex, Prof." Mike said as he dressed.
"No shit, Mike. You really gave it to me." I said. "I'm not going to sit straight for a week."
"I think we freaked Carlos out when we sucked his cum from each other's mouth. He wasn't ready for that shit." Mike said, laughing.
"He got what he wanted," I said. I was fully dressed now and ready to head home. "You want a ride home?" I asked.
"Nah, take me out to your place. I feel like the least I can do after pounding your ass is to hold you until you fall asleep." Mike said.
I wasn't going to argue with that. I took Mike back to my place, and fell asleep with my head against his chest.
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