Big Jack Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
WARNING: The following is for adults only. Contains graphic depictions of men having sex with men. Do not read if this bothers you. The characters do not practice safe sex, but this is fiction. In the real world, take care or yourself and play safe.
Thanks to all the guys out there who have written in response to my stories. (My previous stories are listed in the Authors section of Nifty.) Even if I haven't had the chance to respond, I appreciate it. Don't worry: I plan on continuing on with Team Reward and wrapping up Parents Weekend, but until I get back in the groove and find the time, I'm posting a few shorter, get-off-quick stories. So unzip, enjoy, and let me know if you shoot a load to it. Comments to billdrake@hotmail.com.
Big Jack
It was a nice sunny autumn day, and I had just finished my Tuesday crew practice. I'm a junior and I've been rowing since I got to college. I've always liked the water, I guess, plus I really like the way it's conditioned my body. I have a definite crew build: strong upper body and great arms and back. The other guys on the team always give me something to live up to, as they're all nicely built studs with flaring lats and knotted delts - when the weather is warm like on that Tuesday, most of the guys practice with their shirts off, and I get to see every sinew and every inch of my buddies' muscle as we flex and pull in rhythm. The guy who usually is in front of me, Kevin, is a particularly hot senior, and watching his shoulders at work gives me a hardon in my shorts without fail.
Anyway, it's about noon when we finish that day, and rather than join the other guys for lunch, I decide to head back to my apartment for a nap before my next class; I'd partied too much the night before and was tired after an exhausting practice. I waited for the subway car and when it arrived, it was packed with the usual lunch-hour rush.
We went about one stop before I noticed him. He was dressed in a dark suit with a crisp white shirt and yellow tie and was talking to another, thirty-something businessman similarly dressed. Both men were good-looking, but it was the older man whose appearance hypnotized me. He must have been about 40, and his shortly cropped hair revealed the beginnings of salt-and-pepper coloring.
He looked distinctly Irish-American, with blue eyes, ruddy cheeks and slightly rounded cheeks that highlighted his smile as he talked to his friend. But in addition to his face, his build got me - about 6 feet and sturdily built, I could notice his strength from ten feet away where I was standing in the middle of the crowded subway car.
At one moment he looked over at me and our eyes locked. I felt myself flush with embarrassment from staring, so I averted my gaze. When I looked back his eyes were still looking right at me, all the while he and his friend talked. He grinned, whether at me or in response to what his friend was talking about, I couldn't tell. I didn't have the nerve to keep staring, but each time I brought my gaze around again, our eyes met. It was the sexiest feeling. I could feel the hairs on my arms stand up in excitement.
When the train lurched forward a bit, the man of my gaze reached up with his left hand grabbed onto the railing. Then I noticed the wedding band clearly visible on his thick ring finger. Oh well, I guess he was just wondering why I was staring. I've heard that some straight guys are even flattered by attention from other guys. In any case, it was time for me to stop fantasizing. Besides, my stop was coming up.
I eased my way through the crowd and toward the door. As we were pulling into the station I heard behind me, "Well, I'm getting off here, Mike, see you Thursday." I stood facing forward into the glass door of the subway car and could see him directly behind me. My married man stood not two inches from me. I could see his face clearly in the window, eyes now locked on mine, and I could smell his cologne enveloping me. As the car stopped, his body even pressed gently into mine.
I was confused, nervous and excited as hell. I exited the car and began walking toward my usual exit - it's the less frequently used one of the two in the station. I could sense that my man was behind me, but I didn't turn around. I went out the turnstile and up the steps to street level. Again, this guy was behind me. I had to look.
When I got up to the street I paused and the guy appeared next to me, yet he was acting as if he had a destination at this stop, which for all I knew he did. He turned toward me and unconsciously I found myself nodding as if to say hello. He nodded back then paused with a firm but questioning look on his face. And that sexy grin.
It was starting to sink in that this stud wanted what I did and had indeed followed me out at my stop. Yet I couldn't speak I was so overcome with desire. Since I lived only a couple blocks away, I just nodded my head the direction of my apartment and beckoned him to follow.
I entered the foyer of my apartment building and was unlocking the door when the man came up behind me and nuzzled his head right against my neck. His breath was heavy on me and by now I was hard as fuck. Strong arms slipped around me, as he began licking and kissing my neck. One arm rubbed my chest and nipples through my T-shirt while the other plunged past the elastic band of my shorts and grabbed hold of my erect, throbbing cock. I let out a gasp.
I could have stood there all day with this hunk's arms circled around my body, but I knew his rough, masculine hand would bring me off sooner than I wanted to. So I unlocked the door and led him into the hallway leading to my apartment.
Once inside, he took off his suit jacket, undid the top button of his crisp white shirt and unloosed his tie a bit. Silently he stepped up to me and the two of us met in the hottest, wettest kiss of my memory. My arms wrapped around his broad back and held his powerful frame tight against mine. I could feel his strong back muscles through the material of his dress shirt. Overcome by lust, I was humping gently now, grinding my crotch into his. The stud's large hands held on firmly to my hips while his tongue dominated me and explored my mouth with probing, commanding strokes.
After about a minute of this, he pushed back from me with his upper torso. With a determined shove, he pushed down my shorts and again grabbed my dick. My cock by now had a life of its own and was spasming in his pleasurable grip and dripping little rivulets of cockjuice all over this man's fingers. With a milking motion, he kneaded my hard prick until the precum beaded up at the tip. Then his fingers would take the pearly liquid and massage it into the skin of my rigid scepter. Still he said nothing, but let out a hiss of air in approval.
Removing his hand, he unfastened his belt and lowered the zipper of his suit trousers. He pulled them down, and his underwear just enough to let loose his hardened dick and hairy, mansized balls. Before me stood the fattest cock I had ever seen. Not super long - it was maybe 5 or 6 inches - but it was twice as thick as a normal size cock. I knew my hands would not even be able to wrap all the way around it. The head was round and blunt with a clearly visible pissslit that oozed steadily.
As I was looking at that massive piece of meat, it was pushing forward, making its way between my thighs. It fit snugly as this stranger started first wedging it deeper in the muscular flesh of my inner legs and then beginning a steady thrust.
He held onto my hips again, tighter this time as he fucked that fat prick between my legs. Our mouths locked in hot, male passion. With each thrust, I could feel the man's fuckmeat becoming harder and wider and more erect. Gradually it rose and was soon rubbing the underside behind my balls all the way up to my twitching asshole. With each thrust, too, I could feel the trail of his dick's drool.
He picked up the pace. His shoves became harder. I reached around his large frame to cup his powerful round asscheeks and feel them clench with each contraction forward. The room was filled with the sound of his thighs slapping mine. And our hungry moans into each other's open mouth. His fuck pace increased to a rabbit-fuck speed, then stopped suddenly. I thought he was going to hose his seed right there between my legs, but he was holding back.
Before I knew it, he'd withdrawn his dripping thick stalk and was turning me around to face away from him. In front of me was the back of my couch and from the pressure his hand was putting on my back, I understood that he wanted me to bend over it.
I'd barely complied when I felt his slightly beaked nose part my horny ass cheeks and his tongue lap at my crack. Involuntarily I let out a moan and my cock jumped a bit. Then he did it again, his tongue explored the full length of my buttcrack, then went in for another assault. With military precision, he found his target and drilled in with what had to be the most talented and powerful tongue I'd come across in my years of mansex. It alternated between gentle persuasion, making smooth concentric rings around the edge of my rosebud to open me up voluntarily, to full-on jackhammer with the thick, wet muscle.
It was a hot enough rim job, but coming from this horse-dicked married stud, it had me hotter than hell for his businessman cock. I was writhing without control and bucking my jock butt as hard as I could against the welcome invader lapping at my insides.
I was the one near to losing my load now. I think he sensed this, as he first slowed his tonguework then stopped. I looked back as his rugged yet shaven face, flush red with heat and excitement pulled out from between my cheeks. He stood up, his cock raging hard and imposing. He wiped the saliva off his mouth and chin and putting his hand in front of his mouth, spit twice into it. Slowly, he brought down his hand and used it to coat his fat prick.
I turned back to face forward as he stepped up to me. The warm, slick flesh nestled into my crack. I couldn't help but spread my legs to let its hardness stroke against my spit-slicked ass pucker. "Fuck me," I finally urged.
The flared cocktip was lodged firmly at my sphincter and now began its slow, urgent push in. Damn, was I being stretched! I'd never taken a piece of dick nearly as big and round as this, and a sharp jolt of pain travelled through my body. I stifled a grunt.
The hard flesh kept on pushing. Not fast, but insistently nonetheless. It had cleared the first ring and was now working on the second. I didn't know if I would survive the invasion, but even with the pain, I was horny enough to give whatever this big stud wanted.
He stopped his push for a second. I felt his strong hands travel up the small of my back, under my shirt and over my tense. The sensation was heavenly, and once again I began to relax. More of his cock slipped in and while on a fraction of a way planted in me, was now firmly lodged in my rectum. "Yeah, boy, let me in." It was the first time he'd spoken, and the moment was electrifying. His voice was deep and masculine, with a hint of a New England accent. My dick surged upward and my ass loosened up, letting more of his dickmeat into my hole.
Patient til now, my fucker didn't wait any more. Knowing that he'd cleared the tightness of my anal entrance, he now thrusted in with one hard shove. The surprise of the action knocked a bit of air from my lungs, but other than that I was feeling nothing but complete sexual ecstasy. I wanted more and I told him so.
The shaft withdrew a good three inches or so, then slammed back in. With each thrust, the force got harder and the interval between thrusts sped up until it was a regular, rough fuck rhythm. "Ummh, nice warm hole," the low, commanding voice moaned. "Tight fuck."
Each push in stretched my hole and my bowels to their limit. Each hard shove made my already hard and dripping cock ache in horniness. Each slam of hard cock meat against my prostate drove me to higher level pleasure.
This stallion of a stranger was in the middle of a full-throttle, deep-dick fuck when my dick could take no more and started spasming and spewing thick gobs of cockspit up my chest, over the couch, and across the room even. I screamed as this married man fucked the deepest, fullest orgasm I'd ever let loose with out of my balls. My legs squatted, my ass bucked, my chest heaved: I was a man possessed as a giant ball-busting nut drained through my cock and all over everywhere.
My man let out a low, soft whistle of approval. "Wow... I got you worked up there, didn't I, bud." His wet, thick cock had slowed down a bit but was still steadily fucking away. "Couldn't wait for daddy to get off, huh?" He ground that beer can meat deeper.
"Fuck!" I moaned as the aftershock of orgasm rippled through me. My ass clenched tight around the invading monster.
He pistoned that meat in and out of me, with more friction for both of us from my spasming, dilating asshole. Not missing a beat, he leaned forward and put his mouth at my ear. I can feel and hear his heavy animal breathing. Then the wetness of his tongue as he passionately fucks my ear. "Want me to stop?" he asks.
My bowels are being stretched to their limit and I know that if I want to walk tomorrow, I should tell this guy to pull out. Let him jack his thick cock til it explodes all over my chest. Or take what I know will be a hard, pile-driving face fuck.
"No, man," I say. The big prick filled me so completely, I knew I couldn't part with it yet. I'd been waiting so long for real, hard screw like this man was giving to me.
"Didn't think so." That was all he said before resuming his heavy assault on my tight ass. Now that I'd had my orgasm, our emotional states were reversed. I was able to experience everything more fully, taking in the feeling of his thighs against mine, the fullness of his cock pushing between my asscheeks, the strength of his hands digging gently into my flesh. He was beginning to lose himself to the need to get his nut. His grunts became louder and more fervent. The sound of his flesh slapping against mine filled the room. The slapping sound became faster and faster until a rumble emerged from deep in his belly to announce his orgasm.
"Shit! Fucking coming. I'm...ahhh!"
For the next minute I was treated to the feel of his seed discharging into me. I didn't think his nut would ever stop. He would hold his cock still as it deposited jet after jet of mancream into my guts. Quick, microthrusts or his prick punctuated the jism spray, and throughout it all he moaned deeply.
He'd barely come down from his high when I felt his muscular, sweaty hand clasp my now rigid again pole. In the same jerkiness of his seminal injections, he began rubbing my sensitive cock. "I want you to come for me again, boy. Come with my hard dick still deep in your guts... Feel my juice all up your ass? Huh? Feels nice, doesn't it, boy? Yeah, you earned it stud... Earned every drop of my spunk... For being such a hot fuck. Yeah, give it up, bud... Yeah, that's it. Shoot, fucker..." As his rigid prick massaged my prostate and his fingers gripped my bone, I lost it a second time. Granted, my load now wasn't much and certainly didn't compare to my first. But I didn't care, I was totally fucked and loving it. I nearly passed out from the intensity of it all.
When my head cleared a bit, that wonderful dick was gone from my ass. I looked up and saw that he had picked my shorts off the floor and was using them to wipe his hands and dick clean. His smirk returning, he playfully tossed the cummy material toward my face. I stood up and pulled on my boxers as he hoisted his trousers back up, rebuttoned his shirt and adjusted his tie. His forehead was coated in sweat, like he'd been running to catch a bus, but he looked remarkably neat and in order.
As I watched, he retrieved his suitcoat and put it back on. "Thanks, bud," he said, walking up to me and planting a quick peck on my lips. He reached in his suit pocket and pulled out a business card. "Name's Jack. My cell's on the back. I'm a real horny guy, so give me a call whenever you want a good, hard fuck."
I took the card and stared deep into those perfect blue eyes. "Yeah, Jack, I'll do that. I'm Tim, by the way."
"All right, Tim, talk to you soon. Take care, bud."
With that he left my apartment, leaving behind the unbeatable smell of cologne and fresh sperm.