Can You Come Over

By Gunter Ragen

Published on Mar 15, 2009

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This is a true story, though perhaps spiced up a bit with names changed. It seems the best and hottest stories come from memories rather than imagination. Comments always welcome. gruntraq@yahoo.com

"Can you come over?", he said in his craven slow voice. My football-jock fuck-buddy in high-school would call me late at night when he was drunk. His heavy breathing and perverted tones always made me hard, knowing he had his fat 7" bent dick in his hand, pumping himself as he begged.

"I really need you", he slurred wanting. "Come over man. That fuckin bitch Tracy wouldn't put out cuz she's on the rag. I really need you man". The letterman jock was a sex starved stud alright. He was built like a brick, muscled with light dark hair all over his chest. At 17, he was like 28. His body was hard, perfectly formed from several years of playing football, baseball, wrestling, and weight lifting. All the girls at school lusted after him.

He could fuck like a jackhammer, a fuck you remembered the next day when he would not be seen talking to you in the locker room in gym class. He was the BMOC you know, the straight stud jock star. But he had a secret. I wasn't one of his circle at school, but I was his first call when he really wanted to get off hard in a way that he could not talk about among friends.

"I cant man", I plead. "It's 10:30 at night and I just got home from a party. I'm half drunk too and just got by my parents without them catching on. I cant get away with leaving again tonight. His heavy breathing continued over the line. "Uhh, come on man I need you so bad. I love you. Just come over. My dad's gone for the night and I'm here by myself. I got a couple beers too."

It was a five mile bike ride to Doug's house. My heart pounded as I debated whether to continue a fool's battle trying to tell him no or take the risk and sneak out. Landing in in the foot-ball jock's bedroom was always a rough, hard and long fuck - especially when he was drunk. He cared not about foreplay, sucking, kissing. No. He liked pushing you onto this messy unkempt bed and sticking your face in the same spot where he made his girlfriend bleed. He fucked you until he came and then swept you out the door.

Did I mind being used like that? Sometimes. But I was too young to think about more than how fucking good it hurt and how much I loved this stud reaming me. I cant explain it. Something about that hard lean body of muscle, that throbbing blunt pain of his pounding cock, and the smell of the Jergens hand lotion he always used for lube just made me immune to reason or sanity. And he bottomed once in a while too, but not often.

I slipped on some black sweats and some tennis shoes before I snuck out my bedroom window. Carefully making my way out the gate and speeding away on my mountain bike I was fast on my way across town in the dark. When I got to Doug's house I cruised by slowly to make sure his dad's truck wasn't there and then parked my bike under their big tree. When the foot-ball jock answered the door he was only wearing a white jockstrap, his fully erect cock hanging heavy in it.

He quickly led me back to his lair at the end of the hallway and shut the door behind us. "Uh man I am so fuckin glad you came over. I`ve been thinking about you all night", he said in a sensual voice. We met face to face and kissed briefly while he pulled his jock off. His hands slid into my loose fitting sweats and began handling my growing meat as I fondled his bent tool. His 7" meat was thick and cut, but had this sideways curve in it that made him quite unique.

After a brief moment of mutual jacking he said, "Get on the bed, I want to fuck you." I slipped my sweats off and assumed the position on my knees with my ass in the air. I buried my face in his sweaty musky pillow as he saddled up between my spread legs. "Um, I don't have any lube.", he said apologetically. I winced at the thought, but was still pretty drunk when I replied "Just put lots of spit on your cock". He grunted, "You sure?". "Yeah, just take it easy", I replied. As if that had any meaning.

My hole was watering as it was, as he spit on his fingers and began working them in and out of my waiting chute. He spit again and I heard him jacking up his cock as I shut my eyes and squeezed the pillow in wait. Then his blunt fat cock pressed against my gate and slowly pushed against my body's natural resistance. He pulled out and pushed in again slowly while applying another wad of his mouth water to his meat. The friction and splitting pain ripped through my hole as he sunk in again.

"Ohhh, man that feels so good", he said slowly and sexy. "I wish we could live together and fuck every night". As his words registered he grabbed my thighs in a thight grip and began fuck hammering me raw. In to the balls, out to the head letting my hole slam shut. Into the balls, out to the head letting my hole slam shut. His dick pounded against my gate, ripping it open and letting it slam. I gasped and clenched the pillow doing my best not to cry out as he dug his sickle into me so hard. As I was about to ask him to take it easy, he switched gears.

He laid down on my back and wrapped his hairy muscular arms up under my chest and began a deeper but smoother spoon fuck that I could take much easier. His fast shallow breaths hit the beads of sweat on the back of my neck as his fuck became a dull burning pound. His rough palms clenched my upper chest as his mustache and goatee rubbed the skin next to my ear. "Oh, man I love you, I love you so much" he mustered to whisper in my ear, his cock hard and fast at my nest.

After what seemed like minutes of our bodies rubbing in a pool of sweat together as the smell of man sex filled the air, he pulled out and stood back up on his knees. Pulling me back up to a doggy position, he spit on his cock some more and shoved it back in and began the deep plowing motions again. While it hurt, it felt so good I didn't have the guts to ask him to ease up. Sweat was rolling down by forehead and soaking the pillow my pedantic moans and utterances muffled into.

"Fuck yeah, oh fuck yeah" he grunted as he started fucking me so hard it was making loud slapping sounds. His balls were swinging against mine and it began to make me feel that uncontrollable and euphoric sensation. As his fuck got deeper and harder, the burn and friction rising I felt my balls contract and before I could grab my cock, it squirted hot sticky strings of cum all over the sheets below me. "Oh fuck you made me cum!", I moaned. "Fuck man, you got me off without me even touching my cock".

Within seconds I felt a warm smooth slipperiness fill my hole as he bucked a couple of deep slow thrusts. He grabbed my ass and squeezed as he planted himself as deep as he could, squirting his foot-ball jock seed into my hole. He fell on my back and slowly pumped by burning nest as his warm white lubricant put out the fire. He kissed me on the back of my neck and hugged me for a moment. "Oh man I love you".

A couple minutes later he was up and wiping himself off with a dirty T-Shirt he found on the floor. He looked at me with a sense of urgency and said, "You better get dressed and get going. My dad's gonna be home soon". On the way out the door he handed be a warm can of beer and said "Thanks for coming over. We will have to do that again". With that evil smile on his square jawed face the last thing I saw, my bicycle headed back toward home. My sloppy aching ass, greasy and slippery on the bike seat all the way reminded me of why I came.

I made it back in the house undetected and went to sleep. The next Monday between classes I saw Doug as he passed by me with a couple of his jock buddies. Just a quick glance and a blink, no hello or hey what's up. My asshole still twitched with a tingle of pain.

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