Fucked by a Pro Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
WARNING: This story is intending for adults only. It contains sexually explicit material and same-sex content. If this offends you, read no further.
None of the characters practice safe sex, but life and fantasy are not the same: always wear a condom when you fuck.
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Fucked by a Pro
Randy Ferris struggled on the bed. I had his wrists pinned down to the sheets and held my weight on his legs, so that about all he could do is writhe around and wiggle his nice, plump muscleass trying to get free. Randy was one stud. Six foot and 190 pounds, the fucker packed a mean, lean lot of muscle on his frame. He had dark eyes and a perpetual brown stubble that covered his cheeks.
Unfortunately for Randy, I'm a bigger stud, with a good two inches height and twenty pounds weight on him. And the more he struggled and wagged that ass of his, the thicker and bigger and harder my dick got. My cocktip was smearing thick lube all over his firm butt cheeks and my shaft fell into the groove of his ass and started bucking back against him...
I pulled my hips back to get better aim until my dickhead found his hole. I love it when a guy's been fucked good and plenty the day before. The pucker opens up just enough to give a hole for your prick to nestle into. Sometimes, I work that pucker with the tip of the cock, making little circular motions and opening the fucker up for my big fuckstick. Not tonight. I was too fucking horny to wait another moment. Having found my target, I pushed my cock in hard and fast. Randy screamed. "Fuck, Anderson!" he cried as his body quivered and his ass froze in place, not knowing which direction to move. The inner lining of that fine ass spasmed and clutched hard at my shaft. I almost nutted right then and there.
Yeah, but my fuck buddy was enjoying this. As I held my cock deep in his guts, I felt the contractions of his ass walls as his dick geysered a thick load onto the bedsheets below. Randy had an extra sensitive prostate and would often shoot the minute my big cock rubbed his inner spot.
I just held still for a minute to let his orgasm subside, then began fucking him. Hard. Ferris had by now stopped squirming and just lay limp as I fucked my hard cock in and out of his relaxed, open hole.
"Jesus, Anderson," he muttered, "you're fucking turning my ass inside out."
"Yeah, stud," I replied. "and you fucking love it, don't ya?"
He paused a moment, then answered. "Yeah, fuck that big dick up my asshole, bud."
I broke my pace momentarily to give Ferris an extra half-thrust just to get him hotter. "Hell, I know what my man needs. Needs a real man's cock screwing him all day long."
His hips pivoted back to meet mine. Every time my balls slapped the stretch of exposed skin between his thighs, he grunted. "Yes sir."
My dick was oozing hard now. Randy Ferris always got me hot. He wasn't my lover but was one my most regular fuckbuddies. He was a security guard at one of the corporate offices downtown. I'd been called there one afternoon after a fire alarm was pulled and saw the hunk talking to the firemen who'd arrived. I went over and introduced myself.
"Officer Mark Anderson," I said, shaking his hand.
Our eyes met in a shared secret lust and I knew immediately what type of man Ferris was. The kind who was big, butch and probably hung but who craved a real cop's dick more than anything else. The sort who could be mean and gruff most of the time, but once you got him in the sack his legs would be wrapped around your waist trying to pull in another inch of hard cock.
My instincts were right and my dick has found a willing home ever since. Randy's even lined me up with some overtime work with his security company. But the best is when we fuck on Sunday afternoon before his night shift. Seems that a week of saving it up makes him extra horny.
"Fuck me, man." I could barely hear Randy's words they were coming out in a low, gruff kind of whimper. I held on tight to his body, feeling the striations of muscle that flexed whenever his body convulsed at one of my hard dick thrusts.
"Yeah, fucker," I hissed as I rotated my hips further to keep fucking more cockshaft up there. "I know you need this dick. Need a big piece of real cop meat to show your ass what a real fucking means."
"Yeah, Jim, I need it. Need big fucking cop dick screwing me hard."
I grabbed his wrists harder as I fucked his ass with deep thrusts, then alternated with shallow corkscrew motions with my hard, long prick. It was driving Randy wild, I could tell. Fuck, it was driving me wild.
"Geez, Jim, your cock feels too fucking good."
I pulled out to the tip and waited a second. "Yeah?" I teased.
Randy was almost in pain he was so hot for my dick. "Christ, man, don't do that to me. I need it bad."
"Need what, bud?" I eased just a half inch of my cock into his hole then withdrew again.
"Oh, man, I need that cock. All fucking nine inches of cop dick up my hole. Fuck me, man!"
I obliged, spearing him deep and fast with the length of my hardon, while I pushed down hard on his body to press him against the bed. I wanted to him to feel my penetration as much as possible. It proved too much for Ferris.
"Oh shit!" he cried. Randy came again. I couldn't see it, but I knew he was shooting his load as my fuck thrusts ground his cock into the bed sheet.
I'm usually a man in control, but what Ferris was doing to my dick with his ass muscles took me by surprise. The warm, wet asswalls clamped down on my cock, making me feel my nut rise.
"Jesus," I breathed. "Gotta cum. Gotta fill your ass up."
"Do it," he urged, and I was lost.
"I'm gonna cum, man," I yelled. My prick suddenly let loose a few days' pent up sperm. It felt real good. I'd almost forgotten how wonderful a good, long fuck with Randy could be. Almost as if on autopilot I fucked my cream deep into his hole while told me to fuck him a new hole.
Finally, I eased my pace, and caught my breath, keeping my cock inside his guts, even though I was no longer fully hard. I loved the warm, slick squishy feel of his guts as my rubbery meat massaged the inside of his being til he cooed with fucked-out bliss. "Feels good, bud."
"Fuck, I know. Needed that fuck, didn't you, Ferris?" I asked, almost murmuring in his ear as I fell onto his back in exhaustion.
"Shit, yeah, man. A week's too long to wait for your cock. Why don't you come over in the middle of the week sometime, fuck me between shifts?"
I didn't answer for a minute. I just lie there enjoying the warm, wet feel of his back pressed flat against my chest. Finally, I replied sleepily, "I'd like to, bud. I'd love to pound your ass day and night... But I like how horny you can get when you haven't had dick in a while."
We lay still for sometime, my dick softening but still nestled in his hole, our bodies pressed together, his legs wrapped around mine. Besides fucking a horny musclestud, nothing in the world is better than feeling the heat and power of a man you've just fucked into submission.
Soon we'd turned on our sides, so that I was no longer resting my weight on top of him. I wrapped my arms around his bulging chest and held him closer as I kissed his neck and licked up to his ear.
"Hey Jim, forgot to ask you earlier..." he said.
"Yeah, man?"
"Looking for any extra time this week?"
"Sure, bud," I replied, my semi-soft dick still gently fucking his guts. "I could use some extra cash. What's the job?"
"They need airport security help tomorrow evening. I remembered you have Mondays off and told them I might know someone interested."
Slowly my hand caressed Randy's hairy, muscular torso. His muscles no longer had much definition, but I didn't care. He was still a built stud and I loved to feel the muscular mass underneath my hand. I passed over his cock, which it appeared was getting a bit harder.
"OK with me," I answered. I gave a little laugh as my cock slid in further into his ass. "But it sounds boring."
"Yeah, it can be. Lots of sitting around. I did it two weeks ago myself. I will say the supervisor there is one fucking hot guy."
My dick was getting firmer and I began a more regular thrust with my hips, though I still wasn't at a full fuck. "Is sex all you think about, bud?" I teased.
He laughed and pushed his ass back against me. "Hard to think about anything else when you got a pound of cop meat fucking you."
By this point we both knew that we were ready for another full-on manfuck. I grabbed his hips and began pounding his tight hole good and hard.
My fuck buddy convulsed in pleasure each time my shaft drove home and he began urging me on. "That's it, officer. Use my fucking hole"
I already was.
The next day was pretty dull. My job was to sit hour after hour in the same spot by the security clearance gate to watch over the passengers going through the metal detectors and baggage X-ray machines. At about 3pm, though, about twenty-five of the hottest men I had ever seen walked into the terminal. They were all real big, outweighing me by at least 15 pounds, some considerably more. Normally you see all sorts of hot men during airport duty - college students, businessmen, military guys - so many that after a while I don't pay too much attention. But these guys were male perfection. Fucking huge muscles. Big dicks clearly visible in the sweatpants that many were wearing. Complete cockiness that let everyone know not to fuck with them. It took me a second to recognize who they were - the visiting pro football team in town for the Sunday game against the Giants. Shit, were they incredible specimens. And they were filing past me.
When the tallest of the men went through, the metal detector went off. As was procedure, the female guard on duty told him to follow me. The man was the quarterback of the team (I recognized him from the sports page photos) and was dressed somewhat less casually than some of the other team members in a pair of gray slacks and a white oxford shirt. The stud was one irresistible piece of meat, with the combination of man jock muscles (his biceps bulged even in the dress shirt) and a still young-ish cute face. I waved the metal detection wand over his arms and legs and got nothing other than his watch and the ring he was wearing. I followed on through over his upper chest, down his torso and over his midsection. When the wand passed over his crotch, it beeped. I seriously doubted this NFL quarterback was a terrorist packing heat, but we couldn't make exceptions for security procedure. Besides, I couldn't help but wonder what the fuck in the crotch of his trousers made the metal detector go off.
In a very detached and professional manner I told him to follow me into the adjoining room. When we got inside, I again ran the metal detection rod over his body, this time more thoroughly. I traced the contours of his hard muscle as I outlined his arms, his back and his torso. No trace of metal. Slowly, I started at the ankle and ran the wand up the inside of his calf, knee, then thigh. When I neared his crotch, the rod bumped into something - a very large cock that draped down the leg of the quarterback's trousers. I tried not to register any sign of anything unusual - I was still maintaining a professional demeanor - but man, was I hard as hell. I realized that I had a major erection in my uniform and that I might have had one for the last five minutes for all I knew.
Up the other leg I went with the wand, this time relieved that I wouldn't have to watch out for any hidden NFL cockmeat. When I got to the guy's crotch, the beeping went off again. I had no choice.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to strip from the waist down, sir." I intoned.
With his large hands, he fumbled at the belt, getting it undone, then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. There was no underwear beneath, and I was immediately faced with the sight of dark brown, bushy pubic hair and, as he let his trousers drop to his ankles, a fat, semi-erect cock. Fuck, that dick was beautiful - big, long and meaty, it had one of those perfectly round heads that matched the girth of his shaft. Just the sight of that quarterback cock had my own leaking like crazy.
I haven't had to do strip searches often, but never have I seen a guy with more than the most flaccid cock while being searched. Usually the embarrasment or humilitaion keeps men soft. But I quickly saw why this one was half-hard. Around the base of his dick was a shiny metal cockring. The penis dangled and twitched slightly to the pace of the man's heartbeat.
I must have been staring at his crotch, because the athlete spoke up.
"Hey, cop, I got about thirty minutes before take off. Do you want to suck it?"
I started to protest, to tell him that he had no right to insinuate I was a cocksucker. Only that dick stopped me. It was growing now, and I was transfixed. The fucker was huge, growing erect and growing in size. Nine, ten, eleven inches. Here I was alone with a horny pro football player with the largest cock I'd ever seen. This horny cop couldn't resist.
The minute my knees hit the floor, my tongue was on his cock and hairy balls, licking and devouring manflesh like it was my last meal. I spent a minute licking every inch of cock before slipping the fat dickhead into my mouth and going down on pure, hard NFL cock.
That prick was fully erect by now, a giant club that throbbed in my right hand as I sucked a few inches down my throat and my left hand hefted the quarterback's ballsac. My jaw stretched as more jockmeat pushed into my mouth. I knew I'd never be able to deep throat this fucker. Half the length was about all I could take. But fuck, it was wonderful. I could feel the power and testosterone and precum oozing from the end of that fuckstick, and I swallowed every bit that I could.
All the while he talked down to me. "It seems like cop here likes a big dick." I started to ease off his prick to tell him yes, I worshipped him and his cock, but before the tip left my mouth, his hips thrust forward and guided the dick back deep into my throat.
After a minute of this, the hunk athlete pulled me up off my knees. To my surprise his lips met my still open mouth for a hard, deep kiss. I felt his stubble against mine as his tongue fought mine to submission.
I felt the firm pecs underneath the cloth of his shirt and knew I had to feel the quarterback flesh naked. I unbuttoned his shirt and began to feel every inch of the muscular chest, running my hand through the wispy curls of hair that covered it like a pelt. I felt his hand, firm and strong, reach around the back of my head and pulled toward his body. My head followed and I found myself close up to his chest and eye to eye with his a large, brown-red mantit. His nipples were big and round, the way I like them, and they gradually raised up into erect points as I sucked, licked and bit the sensitive spots. The guy moaned as I worked him over the best I knew how, never forgetting to stroke his hardon with my free hand. I could feel the precum drool down my hand as he grabbed my neck and pulled me off his tits and met me in another hot kiss.
Silently he turned me around so that I was facing away from him. He stepped up close to me and wrapped his meaty arms around me, one hand caressing the muscles of my torso through my uniform shirt, the other hand working on undoing my belt and zipper.
I didn't need to be told what was going to happen: this god of a man was going to fuck me, right there in the backroom of this airport. I knew that eventually I'd start to be missed and that someone could walk in on us, but I was beyond caring. I was hot for this stud. I don't normally bottom either, but eleven erect inches and the powerful arms yanking the pants of my security uniform down to my knees told me who was in charge.
He bent me over the desk in the office, then I felt him step away. I was real nervous. I hadn't gotten fucked much. The couple of times I did it, it hurt like hell, so I never wanted to try it again. And seeing as how I never had a shortage of studs wanting to take my oversized meat, I considered myself a top. I knew this was going to hurt like hell, but part of me didn't care. I had to have this man riding me.
I looked back and he was fishing a condom and some lube from his wallet. With almost one deliberate motion, he tore the package open and rolled the rubber down over his huge shaft. He squirted the packet of lube into his palm then greased up his pole.
When he stepped back behind me, the cock felt all cool and wet. My ass tensed up and clamped shut. This didn't stop his insistent cock, which pressed forward, forcing my hole open.
"Fuck!" I yelled as he penetrated my hole. He slid even more meat up my tight ass.
"Come on, stud, tell me you don't want this dick." He pushed in further.
I opened my mouth to speak but I couldn't. I was in pain, but I was so fucking turned on. My dick was hard and leaking all over the desk and the hard cock in my ass was rubbing me just right. As his prick began a slow, methodical in-an-out motion, I could feel myself relaxing and soon the pain was replaced entirely by pleasure. For the first time I understood and felt the amazing ecstasy of getting fucked by a horny stud. The same pleasure I'd given other men now filtered through my entire body. The pro athlete fucking me really took charge, laying into my ass at full power. My sensations were a blur, as I lay like a limp rag, my body still except for my ass, which humped back to get more glorious cock deep into my bowels.
Suddenly I felt something happen in my ass.
My stud leans down until his powerful chest muscles press against the warm, moist skin of my back. "Know what that was?" he breaths into my ear.
"No," I mutter. His dick pushes in, then withdraws almost to the tip.
"Fucking shredded that rubber." He thrust up again. "Feel my dickhead poking your ass, cop?"
I could, but couldn't answer beyond a groan. I could feel the naked touch of his cockhead massaging my inner walls and it felt wonderful.
"Yeah, you can feel it," my topman growled, "You can feel it and you love it. I could take this baby out. Wrap it up again." Another deep, powerful shove.
"No," I groaned. "Fuck me raw. I wanta feel your dick."
"Though you might like that," he replied. The dick withdrew until just the tip was lodged in my butthole. I looked back and could see my stud quarterback reach down with both hands and stretch the rubber until it ripped and snapped. Without hesitation he shoved all eleven inches back into my eager hole.
"There, bud, my dick's all yours now, feel it?"
"Fuck yeah, stud," I replied. "Fuck me deep."
He pushed in with a quick thrust. I could feel every ridge and vein of his cock fucking me senseless. "This deep enough for you, stud?"
I just moaned in approval.
"Gonna fuck my cum up this cop's ass. You want it?"
"Shoot that load, man. Fuck it deep."
With that, the athlete pulled my body up against his and hosed his thick load deep into my guts. The feeling was so incredible. I was being bred by one of the hottest men in pro football. I started jacking my hard prick in a fury of lust. I knew I was close, could feel the jism rise up from deep within me.
Just then, my quarterback fucker grabbed my arms and pulled my hands off my dick. Roughly he pulled both arms behind my back and held them tight as he fucked his exploding cock in and out of my hole. The effect was electrifying. As his huge cock injected wave after wave of semen into my hole, my own cock exploded in a shower of cum. Free of any touch, it unleashed a huge load as my ass was getting filled with pure football jock cum.
After he pulled free of my ass, the quarterback wiped his cock clean with a napkin lying on the desk and pulled on his trousers and shirt again.
"Thanks for the fuck, officer," he said and pulled my head to his to meet in another deep kiss. "Maybe I'll be around in New York again soon." Fuck, was this stud saying he might want another fuck? My uniform pants were still bunched around my ankles and thick jock cum was oozing out of my fuckhole as I wrote down my name and number on a piece of paper and tucked it into his dress shift.
I pulled up my pants, feeling the jism soak the crack of my boxers, then gave my stud one last kiss before he went to catch his plane and I went back to my post.
After shooting such a major load, you'd think I'd have been satisfied for the day. Instead I was hornier than fuck. All of a sudden I noticed every man walking through the security checkpoint. I started thinking about their dicks, their muscles, their tight asses.
By the time my break came along, I was so horned up I thought I'd explode. Within a couple of minutes of walking through the terminal, I caught eyes with a hunky business man, who followed me into the men's room. I pushed him into the bathroom stall, pulled down his suit pants and fucked him. Fucked him hard. That took some of the edge off for the rest of the afternoon.
Later that evening, I called Randy Ferris over. I figured I owed him a good fuck as a thank you for setting me up with the airport gig. Plus, I was extra horny. Randy didn't care what ulterior motives I might have, he just spread his big, meaty thighs and called me every name in the book as I screwed his ass rough and raw.
While I was riding Randy's bubble butt, the answering machine clicked on. It was my quarterback telling me how much he was looking forward to round two when he's in town week after next. Said he might bring some buddies along. I can't fucking wait.