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Wes-------
I worked three straight 14 hour shifts and was exhausted. I picked up a six pack on the way home, figuring I'd finish off the whole thing before I crashed for the night. It was too damn hot inside and I was sweating like a pig so I went out to the deck, much cooler, especially after I stripped down to my jock, his jock. I rubbed my damp balls thinking about that guy a few days ago as I quickly downed a beer. I opened a second; let the cold foam drip out the sides of my mouth, down my sweltering chest. `That guy was such a hot fuck, damn good.
I stroked, feeling my bone grow another inch, as I downed another brew. The wind picked up, I could smell the stink of sweat, the dried spunk and piss on the jock. I leaned over to get a strong whiff which made my cock poke out. Bending over a little further to lick the glossy head I could taste the gluey scum start to leak. Holding my club at the base, after a tight squeeze I was rewarded with a jet of steamy pre-jizz. I slapped my fat bullet-headed meat on my tongue, until I needed to get more. I swallowed an inch of my steely shaft, another two inches.
I got up for another beer, pushing the head of my meat down into to the damp jock-pocket. A quick wank and off to bed would probably have been the best but I was too horny now. I grabbed my duffle, pulled out the small notepad and found what I was looking for. It was only 9:00 pm, I figured what the heck. I set the bottle down on the patio table, slipped a hand onto my dick and dialed the number I found after I'd run a check on the license plate.
"Hello." The voice answered.
"Is this Matt Grayson?" I asked coldly.
"Yes." He asked. "Who is this?"
"Mr. Grayson, I believe I have something of yours and wanted to return it."
"Who is this?" He asked again.
"This is Officer Colton, Highway Patrol." There was silence. "Mr. Grayson, were you stopped by an officer on Wednesday, May 22nd at approximately 4:25pm?" I was reading from my notes.
"Yes I was." He was hesitant.
"I believe, sir, the officer took advantage of the situation for personal reasons. Is that correct sir?" Silence. "Please listen to this and let me know if you can identify the sound." I leaned over and noisily slurped on the tip of my beefy-baton, the phone inches away.
"I'm, I'm not sure." The voice was frightened.
"Does that sound like someone sucking dick?" I decided to stop playing with him. "Since we were interrupted that day I haven't had a chance to bust my nuts and I was sitting here thinking about you going down my cock, since no one's here to suck it I had to do it by myself. Then I thought you might not be busy, and^Å?"
"No, I'm not busy, well I was but I'm not now?" His voice picked up, enthusiastically.
"And, sir, exactly what were you doing?" I asked in my 'Officer' tone. "Would it have anything to do with playing with your hot little butt hole?"
There was a slight moan. "Yeah. Can you really suck your own dick?"
"I'll do it, just before I shove it down your throat." There was another long sigh; I took another swallow of beer. "Matt, ever have a beer bottle up your ass?"
"You're a pig. And it won't happen." He laughed.
"We'll see." I gave him directions and told him not to speed, I know the cops on those roads!
Fifteen minutes later I just finished pouring myself a scotch rocks when he knocked on the door. Dressed in shorts and tank-top, he tentatively walked in and I offered him a drink. We went outside, he marveled at the setting. An acre of forested land, not far from the city, very private. There were a few minutes of uncomfortable silence until I put my hand on his well-rounded butt.
"What did you have up you ass?" I asked.
He looked up at me innocently. "Did?" His hand slipped under my shorts and fondled my meat. His mouth found a tit, fastened on the growing peak. I let him play, getting me hotter and hornier.
I finally had to stop him. "Too much beer." I said, hauling my crank out of the jock and started to take a leak over the side of the deck.
"I thought^Å" He started.
"Not tonight." I said. "Different game." His hands slid my shorts down, he squatted behind me, hands pried my cheeks apart. I groaned as the tongue slid up my crack. "You're making it hard to piss." He stopped, but only for a moment until I'd emptied my bladder. No sooner had I shook out the last few drops, the tongue slathered down and back, slowly, teasing.
"Can I make it hard now?" He asked innocently. I leaned on the railing and ground my butt into face in reply.
"Damn, I don't know what's hotter, your ass or you mouth." I was getting lost in the sensations of his tongue forcing my hole open, his fingers tickling my nuts. He pulled the straps of the jock, they snapped painfully on my butt. "Fucker." I yelled and twirled around.
In seconds, his tank top was in tatters, the shorts in no better shape. I sat, pulled him onto my lap. His white-hairy ass was soon beet red with each slap. I spanked as he yelled and whimpered, and fucked his hard prick between my thighs. With one hand, I fingered between his spread legs, continuing to smack him. "What's this?" I pulled on the blunted end of the dildo, it was an eight incher. "What the fuck is this?" And I shoved it back in, brutally, it made him squirm. "You call me a pig and then walk in here with a rubber cock shoved up your hole. I know, you were fucking yourself and jacking yourself off when I called and I know you were thinking about me fucking you. Was that it? You shoving this thing up your butt and thinking 'bout my big, stiff fuck-rod? Were you Matt?"
"Yes!" He screamed.
I slid the dildo out again, slowly pushing it back in while I reached under and grabbed the bloated knob of his joint. It was wet, leaking, dripping. He didn't see me bring my fingers to my lips to taste his sweet slime.
"Can you really?" I heard him ask quietly. I didn't' reply. "Can I watch?"
"Get me another drink." I let him down, slowly.
He came back, standing a few feet from me. "What's your name?"
"Wes." I pulled him to me, holding his thighs between mine. His stiff-horny shaft waving in front of my face. I tasted the scotch, put it down. I traced a finger up his meat, the thick bulging vein, circled the spongy rim of his mushroom. I stood, pulled the jock aside, freeing my stiffness and pulled the two blood-engorged heads together. I pumped his rod coating my dick with his discharge. I simultaneously sat and shoved him down. "Lick my balls." He did as he was told, his eyes never leaving mine. I bent forward, tongue extended. I lightly lapped the viscous cream, tasting the mixture of our pre-scum from my cock-knob. I followed down the sensitive ridge, just under the head, licking around the fleshy flange. It slid into my mouth, another inch of my shaft popped down my throat. His eyes were wide as he chewed my nuts. I swallowed another inch, then another. I pulled back and fell back into the chair. I was suddenly tired, very tired.
He massaged my thighs, inside and out, across my abs, my chest. I closed my eyes enjoying the sensation as he worked at the knots in my shoulders and neck. I found myself fall into another world at his touch. My balls sprang awake, he'd maneuvered his ass silently and gracefully onto my cock, slide down easily to the base. His lips caressed my ear.
"That's it baby, fuck yourself on that fat cop-cock. You are so tight, so hot, milking my dick. C'mon, nice and slow. Don't want to shoot too soon, need to work myself up a thick, creamy load for you." He pulled almost off me, the head of his stalk poked into my face. I licked the fleshy helmet to taste his oozing sap. I grasped his hips just in time, I'd almost slipped out of him when tried to slam his dick down my throat. "No way, gotta finish what you start. Maybe if you're real good I'll give you a treat." He stopped in mid-stroke, squeezed his muscles tight, waiting. "You hold off til I squirt then maybe, just maybe if it's thick and tasty as I think it's gonna be you can plant those pretty ass-lips over my mouth and I'll lick my sweet honey from your hole."
He ground his ass down; his over-sized dick slapped my belly trailing spunk.
"You like that?" I went on. "Your cock's getting harder thinking about my tongue sliding up your greasy hole, slurping up my spent spunk." He pounded up and down. "Then if you ain't shot yet, I may just get a drink of your warm cum-custard straight from that big spigot sticking out between your legs." I wrapped my hands around his shaft making him shake.
"Don't," He yelled. "Stop or I'll blow, want to shoot down your throat. Fucking yeah, cum up my ass!"
The way his butt-muscles were working me, it wasn't going to take long. I picked him up; my crank buried to the hilt and carried him to the bedroom, where I collapsed on top of him. He grunted as I slammed into him, my balls slapping between his spread legs.
"Fuck me," he was screaming. "C'mon daddy, plow my ass with your hairy fuck-hose. Feels so good, fuck harder."
"You want it, don't you, Matt." I pummeled in and out, cock throbbing, nuts aching to discharge their weighty deposit. "You want my load, you want to feel my burning spunk drench your sweet ass." I fucked savagely for another few minutes until my balls were tingling. "Here it comes, baby, gonna^Å.shoot^Å.my^Å^Åload^Å.gonna^Å.cummmmmm!" I pounded, pumping my hot seed up his butt. Just as he milked the last few drops I pulled out and dove between his legs. A slow trickle of creamy jizz oozed from his loosed ass-lips. I slurped my sweet-salty spunk, digging my tongue in roughly. He bucked against my face as I ate his ass.
"Need to shoot." He moaned. "Suck me off, please, want to feel your mouth on my cock. Gotta cum, please."
I tasted the juicy head, the constant stream of sperm coating the blood-engorged knob. I grabbed his nuts and swallowed him to the balls. I pulled back up as his thick dick-meat shuddered, he grunted as the first steamy blast of his rich cock-broth splattered hotly against the back of my throat. I swallowed three more shots of his milky discharge then stroked his spraying meat while I went back to eating his furry hole. He ground his butt in my face as he finished shooting off until he collapsed back on the bed, spent. I crawled up on top of him and almost instantly fell asleep.
Matt-------
I was half way home the next afternoon when Brad called.
"Matt, you should see this guy's webcam on the net, it is fucking hot?" Brad asked without saying hello. `He's been jerking off for half an hour."
"And you've been whacking your dick right along with him. What does he look like?"
"Probably early 30's, buff, huge pecs and thighs. Cock's a nice seven inches and uncut. Keeps pulling the foreskin over the head, dripping a lot too. He's bending over and showing his hole, man I'd love to ram his ass. I'm so horny, why don't you come over?"
"Brad, I can't. I'm too spent, maybe tomorrow after I get some rest." I told him.
"Did you get stopped by another cop?"
I laughed. "No, not another cop. The same one. He called, I spent the night."
"Shit, was it as good as last time?"
"It was a hell of a lot better? Brad, this guy is so fucking hot. And guess what I've got on, that jock strap that kid left in your office, he still had it and you wouldn't believe what it smells like. He sweats like a pig!"
Brad was moaning. "Details, dude, give me details. Did you get your ass plowed again?
"Yeah." I told him. "After he pumps about a gallon of steamy cop-cream up my ass he gets down there and digs his tongue up my hole, slurping up his spent jizz. And this morning I'm out on the deck enjoying a nice cup of coffee, I was wearing the jock and playing with myself when he comes out and starts pistol whipping me with his fat club. My dick was so hard I thought it was rip the jockstrap. He gets down and sniffs my crotch and tells me it's almost ripe then straddles me and shoves his soft log in my mouth and starts pissing. I get a hot stream searing the back of my throat. I just opened my mouth and let it spill down my chest, soaking my crotch. All of the sudden he gets a hard-on, fast and I have half his meat down my throat."
"Oh yeah, my balls are tingling. Help me cum, Matt. What's his cock like?" Brad begged.
"Enormous, huge, thick. Nine inches of solid cop-meat. When he's hard the veins pulse, the ridge bulges. I can barely get my fingers around the base, his shaft tapers toward the top and the head. Fuck, Brad, the head is a perfect helmet, plump, smooth skinned. And he leaks like you wouldn't believe. Sweetest juice."
"What about his balls?" Brad was moaning.
"Smooth shaved, tight and full of cream. I was chewing his nuts while he sucked himself." I was starting to get hard again.
Brad's breathes were ragged. "Hell, the guy on the net just popped. His belly's covered in spunk. I gotta shoot, I'm so close."
By that time I was home and stripped. "I'm naked." I told him. "Sniffing the jockstrap."
"Oh shit, talk, tell me what happened after he drained his bladder."
"He turns around, sticks his beefy butt in my face, pulls the cheeks apart and his little brown-eye is winking at me. I buried my face in his crack and started licking when he bends over and plants his mouth in my crotch, chewing my balls through the jock. I'm eating his ass like mad while he's gnawing on my dick. It was amazing, he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me through his legs and before I know it he's holding me upside down with my legs over his head and his tongue starts dancing in my hole. His big staff is staring me in the face, I lick his piss slit and get a gush of warm pre-cum^Å"
Brad interrupted me. "That's it, gonna shoot."
"He dropped me a few inches and I gagged when the shaft slid down my mouth."
"Oh fuck." Brad moaned. "Oh yeah, cummmmm^Å^Å."
"Shoot it, buddy. Making me start to drip." My cock was rock hard but after the night with Wes I didn't think I had jizz left in my nuts. I waited until Brad calmed down. "Feel better?" I asked him.
"Yeah, thanks. Sure you don't want to come over. I'm still horny?"
"Need some sleep." I was too tired. "Maybe we can have lunch tomorrow. Okay?"
I woke up the next morning well rested. Brad picked me up at 11:00; we ate and drove out to a nearby state park for a hike. I continued telling him about the previous morning, with Wes as we walked.
"After ten minutes or so of stretching my hole with his tongue he gets me spread-eagle against the deck railing and starts to slap my butt-cheeks with one hand and crams three fingers up my ass with the other until I'm begging him to stick it in and fuck me. I feel the head poke in, and then he starts teasing, pushes it in an inch then almost pulls out. His hands held hips so I couldn't move. I pleading with him the entire time to just dick me and he keeps playing until I squeezed my ass-muscles and held his knob, kneading his big cock-head when he finally shoves his meat all the way in to the balls."
`Shit." Brad sighed. There was a noticeable bulge in his shorts, he wasn't wearing anything underneath.
"After a few minutes I could feel the sweat dripping off his chest onto my back, his nuts smacking, loud and wet, between my legs. He reached under, pushed the jockstrap aside and grabbed my nut sac, pulling down hard enough to make me scream. He's long-dicking me fast, tugging on my bag making my hard-on slap my belly. I was just about ready to cream my load and he pulled out, said he needed a break. He sat down and starts playing with his nips. I can see the lube juicing from his cock-head the harder he twisted his tits the more juice. He bent down and licked the slimy oil, routing his tongue into his piss slit."
I followed Brad in through a grove of trees off the path, knowing what was on his mind. My dick was so stiff it was going break through the jock. I couldn't take it anymore, I slipped my shorts off and dropped to my knees. He unzipped and his hard staff sprang out and slid down my waiting throat. I fingered his sweaty balls as I sucked on him, his thickness filling my mouth. His hands clutched my head, forcing his meat in and out. My throbbing hard-on stretched the jock, I reached down to stroke myself causing a quiver in my nuts, and my asshole itched. I slurped his cock-drool.
"Holy Christ." Brad had eased himself down to the ground, never losing contact with my mouth and buried his face in my half covered crotch. "This thing is rank." He said just before planting his mouth on the cup of the jockstrap, chewing the stain covered material.
I felt his already swollen prick spasm nearly choking me. I felt an incredible wetness surround my distended cock-knob, my shaft disappeared down his gullet. His fingers played further down and my legs spread instinctively allowing him access to my sweaty ass-bud. I lapped his balls, rolling each hairy orb in my mouth. A finger pierced my hole, the long digit tickling my prostate. I had to pull him off my cock before I blew. I stood, slipped out of the jock and tossed it to Brad. He lifted his legs, still laying on the ground and slithered into the jock. I took advantage of his position and buried my face in his abundantly hairy crack.
"Fucking A, eat my ass." He wriggled as my tongue loosed the tight ring.
"Is this a private party or can anyone join in?" The deep voice startled both of us, we scrambled to get up.
Two men had been watching us. The one that spoke was a handsome muscular man in early forties, all we could see of the second man was the back of his shaved head, back and the fleshy cheeks of a very fuckable ass spread as he squatted in front of his partner giving him head. Brad recovered first and walked toward them. He ran fingers across the man's chest then leaned forward to chew on one distended nipple. The man sighed, cupped Brad's ass in a large hand. Not wanting to be left out I lay beneath the sucker's exposed butt. The tight circle of flesh freshly shaved. The musky scent of his crack made me hornier; I flicked the wrinkled hole with my tongue, gently. The hand on my head pushed me deeper into the cleft. I reached around and felt the cock-head wet with slime. His dick came to life, pulsating between my fingers.
"Fuck." I heard some one say. The ass lifted slightly, I could see he was younger than the other man, our age. Completely shaved except a luxurious growth of jet black pubic hair. His face was inches from Brad's crotch, inhaling deeply. "How many times have you cum on that?" He asked, eyes never leaving the jockstrap.
"It's been around recently, four different guys including me. Taste it." Brad said to him.
The guy didn't wait to be asked twice. His mouth covered the pouch and I went back to eating his tail. I soon felt my legs spread and pushed toward my shoulders. The older guy slide his tongue, in one long swoop, from the tip of my hardness, down the shaft, licked across my balls and down between my legs. I attacked his partner's hole savagely as two fingers eased through my already stretched ass-lips. His buddy swiveled around to swallow my crank as I felt the tip of an erection pierce my hole and slowly sink to the base. A pair of hands pulled on the guys hips, I glanced up to see Brad's steely prick penetrate the spit-lubed opening. I listened to the sounds of flesh-slapping flesh as I munched on the throbbing pole and slapped the guy's rounded butt-cheeks, driving his shaft further down my throat.
It wasn't too long before I started to get uncomfortable, getting plowed on the forest floor sounds more romantic than it is. The guy fucking me started to pick up the pace, pile driving into me when his knob hit my prostate in just the right way. A deep, guttural moan started down in my abdomen; growing louder as I pushed my ass back to force his dick further into me. I heard someone else, I thought it was Brad, start to mutter that he was close to shooting. I felt the engorged rod throb against the tight walls of my ass and shoved my cock into the sucking mouth just as I felt my balls churn and a burst of juice shoot up my shaft. I sensed the guy gag when I filled his mouth with spunk.
Brad and I must have shot at the same time because as my orgasmic convulsions subsided, he pulled out and I felt a wet trickle of cream drop onto my forehead. The man I was sucking abruptly sat up and planted his drenched hole on my face as he stroked himself off. I tasted the juicy hole, licking up Brad's spent cum-custard and listened to the two men, both nearing their climax. I tongue fucked the guy like crazy, I felt his balls slap wetly on my chest as he beat off. The cock that had been battering my butt was wrenched out as both men loudly groaned and panted, breathes deepened until I felt the hot pellets splatter my belly, soaking the hairs on my chest as they emptied their balls in unison.
Brad-------
I dropped Matt off later that afternoon and finished the rest of my weekend errands. By late evening I was back on the net checking out my favorite web cam sites and the jock strap was soon stretched by my pounding erection. The hotter and sweatier I got the more I could smell the aromas; the mixture of cum, piss, perspiration, man-musk. I leaned over and the concentrated fragrance filled my nostrils. I lay on the floor slowly throwing my legs behind my head to stretch my back, again and again. Each time getting more and more turned on when I inhaled the heady scent. Finally, in bed I spread my legs and eased them back with my arms gripping my thighs. I reached out with my tongue, just barely able to touch the bulging pouch. With a mind of its own, my hard cock sprung out, pointed into my face. I caressed the shaft and was rewarded with a bead of pre-jizz that dripped lazily onto my tongue. I felt a sudden spasm start in my back and lowered my legs. My impatient prick was screaming for attention so I eased off the jock, leaning over for one more lap across my cock-knob as I pulled it off my ankles.
I lay back and gripped my steely pole. I brought the jock strap to my mouth, tasting the pungent cloth with my mind a blur thinking about Matt and the cop, Madsen and his buddy, and who else may have worn it. My hand was a blur, jacking myself; my mind saw the myriad of cocks, cum, piss, sweat. I chewed and stroked until finally I wasn't able to hold back any more. My ass flew off the bed as I pumped myself, cum spraying everywhere as I groaned into the jock shoved in my mouth.
It was mid-afternoon Wednesday during wrestling practice and I was hot and sweaty, again. I was on the mat with one of the students and I could smell it. I'd worn the jock strap under my sweats and it was ripe which gave me a bone-on. Thankfully I also had on an over sized t-shirt so no one could see my erection. Then I spotted Madsen, in the back watching me. I had them pair off, observed and gave pointers. I wandered over toward the corner mat and made a comment to a student who got up and went to study the techniques of some of the better wrestlers. I got down replacing him as Madsen's partner.
We grappled, he fought to keep me away but within minutes of tumbling around I could feel his hardness bump against me. I rolled, pinned him, ground my stiffness into the small of his back. He struggled and rebounded. We wrestled for another few minutes, my eyes constantly drifting around the room, watching until I knew I had him. My arm slid between his legs, shoulder in his groin with his head scissor locked between my thighs. I glanced up to make sure no one was watching I pulled back the leg hole of my shorts and moved my crotch to his face. I felt his wet mouth suck the jock, the heat penetrated to my mushroom, my juices seeped through the fabric.
My shoulder was cradled within his groin. I looked around again and leaned forward and crunched his balls, his back arched and accentuated the swollen mound of his shaft. There was an almost silent "nrgh" when he shuddered then a small circle of moisture became visible. It quickly spread as he silently drained his balls. He twisted toward the wall, arms shedding his singlet so it hung down to cover his waist. I'm sure no one noticed as he sauntered toward the locker room.
After an explosive jack off session that night I gave it a rest for a couple of days, I had to. The jock was keeping me horny as a teenager and I was concerned one of the faculty or students would notice my perpetual hard-on. I did have it on when I went for an early morning run Saturday and it wasn't long before I was soaked in sweat. I stopped by a coffee shop near campus, it was crowded as usual. As I stepped up to order an iced tea someone bumped me roughly from behind. He started to apologize but stopped mid-sentence when I turned around and he realized who I was. It was the guy I'd caught with Madsen in my office. My nuts started to tingle when his eyes went directly to my crotch.
"Can I buy you a coffee?" I asked him and watched his face flush. He nodded and followed me as I carried our drinks outside, choosing the furthest table. We talked, I learned he was a business major hoping to transfer to State the following year and one of his passions was running, relay and hurdles.
I cross my legs, absentmindedly scratching my balls through the leg opening of my shorts. His eyes flickered, watching but having a difficult time concentrating on what he was telling me. He stopped talking, I could tell he was trying not to look at the rhythmic thump bulging under the straining jock.
"How's the science class going?" I asked not able to look at him directly.
"Uh, I'm not taking science." He replied simply.
"Really, a few weeks ago, Madsen said he thought you'd left your science project in my office when I interrupted the two of you." I ran a finger along the edge of the pouch, the tip of my cock slipped out, purple and swollen. It glistened with a trickle of jizz. It had only taken a second and the way my shorts were arranged only he could see it.
"Oh shit." He breathed quietly. His face reddened.
I decided to let him off the hook. "If it wasn't a science project then it undoubtedly qualifies now." He gawked when I told him I'd `loaned' it to a friend who passed it on to a state trooper. "So Jake, you have plans this morning or do you want to hang out?" I stood waiting for his reply. None came so I started to walk back to my car.
In less than a minute he was along side me, asking, "Do you know what we were doing in your office?"
"No, not exactly, but I have a few ideas." I answered bluntly.
"Look, I was horny, okay? I'd got the jock from some kid in the locker room, we'd jacked off in it and wearing it made it made me get even hornier. I didn't want to use your office, it was Madsen's idea. He wanted to get fucked on top of your desk. I knew we shouldn't have but my dick was doing the thinking. The whole time I was screwing him I was fantasizing about rubbing my face in your ass." It was my turn to blush as he continued talking. "Yeah, I've seen you in the showers a few times, hair everywhere, gets me hard just remembering. Madsen told me about the time he caught you beating off, said you shot a geyser of spunk."
We'd made our way across campus, near the parking lots. I spotted an alcove behind one of the buildings; I glanced around to see if anyone was near and pulled him into the darkened recess. I groped him, feeling his sturdy rod as I fumbled to free my cock. He slipped to his knees to momentarily flick his tongue across the bruised piss slit, then half my shaft disappeared down his mouth. Within seconds I could hear voices, getting nearer. I yanked out of his grip to cover up just as two students walked past unaware that we were there. I started to go back out when he pulled down the back of my shorts, I felt a tongue glide up between my butt cheeks, brush against my hole. Again there were voices getting close. I pulled him up and out in the open.
Jake waited until I had pulled out of the parking lot before diving for my crotch. He smothered his face in the sweat dampened jock and nuzzled my aching prick. I unzipped his shorts, slipped a hand under the tented boxers to discover his hidden treasure ^Ö my fingers gripped the solid flesh pole. His legs spread while I stroked the length of him and he nursed on my drooling cock-knob. By the time I pulled into my garage I had a finger probing his tight sphincter. It took him a few more minutes before he realized we were no longer moving.
The phone was ringing as I unlocked the door. It was Matt. "Bad timing." I told him.
"What's going on?" He wanted to know.
`"Remember the guys I caught in my office?"
"Yeah, the shaved one was a hot little number." Matt had no problem remembering Madsen.
"Not him, the other one. Listen." I told him and held the phone down to where Jake was noisily eating my cock. I hung up without saying goodbye.
I pulled him off me and walked toward the bedroom, shedding my clothes along the way. I lay on the bed naked; he stood at the doorway with his stiff rod jutting out the jock. His hard, young body was soon pressed against mine; I cupped the rounded mounds of his ass, kneading them as our tongues explored the insides of each others mouths. He nuzzled my neck, snaking across my shoulders down my chest. He nibbled my tits gently between his teeth making me squirm. He tongue licked into the crook of my arm, lapping the salty sweat beaded in my armpit all the while running his fingers lightly ran through the hairs covering my belly, twisting through my pubes until the base of my shaft was gripped firmly in his hand.
My hands roamed across his smooth skin, the muscled chest, tight abs. I maneuver him around until his lips made contact with my over-heated prick. His dick raged beneath the stretched mesh fabric. I ran my fingers down his crack, I chewed his balls, his skin was damp with sweat. I pulled off the jock to swallow his seven inches down my throat in one gulp. He bucked against me, trying not to gag on my inflexible stalk jabbing into the back of his throat. We were going at it fast and furious.
I pulled his cheeks apart, the tip of my finger tracing the hair-lined crevice. I rubbed a finger-tip lightly across his wrinkled bud ^Ö I felt him tremble against me. He shifted down, scraping his tongue across my nut-sac, the wet heat slithering between my legs. He flicked wildly up and down my crack; it seemed he needed to savor the moment because it would soon be taken away. His unshaven face scraped enticingly along the skin of my thighs; it was my turn to shudder as he attacked my hole. His meat slipped from my mouth, I moved down to his `nads, the sac dripping with sweat, the rounded eggs disappearing into his groin. I coaxed out his left nut, rolling it around in my mouth, then the right. Like a mini-hoover I had both, gently chewing on them.
Beads of perspiration dripped on my forehead. Holding his thighs I guided him down until his pink blossom was aligned with my extended tongue and lowered him. I heard his muffled grunt as I poked and prodded the tight ring until it relaxed. I reamed him while reaching around to fondle his raging boner, it was slick with jizz.
"Don't." He yelled pulling his face out of my crack. "I'll cream."
Ignoring his own pleas he shoved back harder onto my face, forcing my tongue further into him. He was eating my ass in a frenzy, bucking and bouncing as I stroked him. I felt his distended flesh-tube grow and his entire body convulsed. My tongue was buried deep in his anal canal when I felt a bolt of searing liquid splat in the middle of my chest. I stroked his belching organ, it pumped another four more squirts of fiery juice before he rolled away, panting.
"Sorry, man, I warned you." He said between breaths.
"No need to be sorry. " I told him. "I'm sure there's more where that came from." I trailed my tongue up the drenched cock, tasting his sweet cum-scum. He wriggled away from me when I swallowed the over-sensitive head. He reached down beside the bed to grab the jock-strap and sopped up the juice pooled in the center of my chest then tossed it back onto the floor as he straddled my waist.
He hands roamed my body. "You need a shower, you reek. Sweat and sex." He said grinning down at me.
"Is that a complaint?" He didn't say anything when I grabbed his still stiff prick. I ground my cock between his legs. "Lay down so I can fuck you."
"Not gonna happen." He said bluntly, wriggling his ass.
"Is that a dare?" I tweaked his nipples.
"Nope, statement of fact."
"Fine, Jake." I replied. "Doesn't have to be lying down; we can do it standing up, against the wall, in the living room, the kitchen table is sturdy enough. Hell, the engine should have cooled down by now so you're back won't get burned when you're splayed against the hood of the car. You're choice but your ass is mine."
He looked at me, stone faced for a long time before he replied. "We'll start with the kitchen table then see how long you last."
Jake-------
I spent most of Sunday at the library, studying for finals. Madsen found me there early in the evening.
"Where the hell were you last night, we were all looking for you? "He asked, sounding pissed off.
I told him where I'd been, in graphic detail. His mouth dropped. "The guy is insatiable. If I hadn't made him drive me home this morning," I told him, "I don't think I'd be able to walk, which I'm still having problems doing. But I'm not complaining, it's just a little uncomfortable.'
`The hood of his car?" Madsen asked incredulously.
I was probably a little too flip in my response. "Yeah, it can be messy but 10/40 makes a great lube."
I told him Brad's story about the jock strap as we walked back to the dorm. Back in my room, his eyes grew when I threw it into his lap. His pants were unzipped in a flash and I related the story I'd heard from Matt when he called Brad the previous afternoon. I could barely get a rise out of my spent cock but Madsen enjoyed a lengthy jack off while I talked.
It was a tough week but by Thursday afternoon my exams were over. I was heading back to the dorm when I saw him walking across campus, eyes downcast, scowling. I ran over to him.
"Hi." I said smiling expectantly. "What's the matter?"
"Finals are a bitch." He replied, the blushed when he realized who I was.
"Yeah, they always are." I said quietly. "Look, best thing is to get the energy out. Want to go for a run?" He looked hesitant. "C'mon, let's go." I pulled him the other direction toward the gym.
He walked along side me, silently. In the locker room he turned away as he stripped, I noted the small globular mounds of his ass. We headed out to the track and ran, pacing ourselves for almost an hour. He seemed to be more relaxed. Our footsteps echoed in the abandoned building, the gym even felt deserted. I followed him into the empty locker room and couldn't stop myself from laying the palm of my hand on his butt-cheek. That stopped him.
I bumped into him to crush the swollen bulge of my groin against his butt. He didn't pull away, even when I cupped the growing lump between his legs. "I'm wearing your jock strap, Trevor." I whispered in his ear. I felt a shuddering jolt run through him when I nibbled his neck.
Suddenly, we stood still, listening to a faint drone of sound coming from the end of the nearest row of lockers. He pulled away from my grasp and slowly, quietly toward the noise. I followed and again crushed against him when he stopped; I heard his almost silent gasp. I peered around the corner and stared.
Standing against the lockers was a naked hunk, eyes closed, lost in his own world as he jacked on an impressively thick slab of meat. His hands almost a blur as he stroked himself, moaning louder with each caress. My hand reached under Trevor's loose shorts and found his engorged cock. He purred softly as I fondled his hard club, I felt the small trickle of oily juice coating the bloated helmet. My hand slid down the shaft to tickle the weighty balls as we silently watched the guy get closer to orgasm. His hands roamed his smooth chest, sleek with sweat, pinched at the stiffened peaks of his tits - twisting them roughly. The hand quickly dropping, fingers gripped the hairy sac and pulled as he brought himself to the edge. He leaned back into the locker, with one last tug on his balls he growled. A ropey strand of white spunk burst from his bruised piss-lips, arcing high in the air before splattering along his chest. He milked his exploding dick, his cum shower covering him and the bench with small custardy puddles.
I pulled Trevor back just as the guy was regaining his senses. We hurried along to the far side of the room where we'd left our clothes. He looked at me and smiled for a second, before my mouth was on his. We broke apart only after we heard the shower. We grabbed our stuff and left, no way were we going to get any privacy there. We were both horny and I was hoping for a quickie before we went back to the dorm. We bounded up the stairs and checked the doors on the second floor, no luck. On the third floor we found an open storeroom, small and cramped, I pulled him in with me.
He barely got the door shut before I was on my knees, his shorts around his ankles and his solid seven inches were sliding down my throat. He stood rigid, barely moving his hips as I slurped and slobbered, hungry for his meat. I had one hand in my lap to free my own stiffness from the tight confines of the jock. I tickled the inside of his thighs, danced through the soft hairs. I cupped his balls, wet with dribbled spit as I suctioned his cock. I felt his muscles tighten when I traced a finger between his legs, toward his hole. I swallowed him down to the bulky root and held him in my mouth, he trembled and relaxed. He pulled away as the tip of my finger found the tight bud.
"Not that." He pleaded. "I've never^Å."
"Don't worry, this is going to feel incredible." I told him as I swiveled him around, pushed down on the small of his back. Before he could stop me my tongue was running laps up and down his sweat glistened crack. He sighed loudly and rested his hands on his thighs as I ate his ass. My hard-on was begging for attention. I wriggled out of my shorts and moved up, resting the back of my thighs on my calves. He didn't resist when I eased his head down toward my towering prick. A tongue tentatively flickered across my mushroom and a hand gripped the base of my rod. My tongue washed across his opening, the tight anal ring constricted then suddenly loosened as I fondled is inflexible pole. I didn't wait, my tongue prodded deeply at the same time that I pushed up, his throat suddenly stuffed with half my shaft. The faster and harder I jacked him off, the unyielding ass-bud opened to my probing. I began to alternate with a finger, teasing him as it sunk in slightly followed by a generous tongue lashing which inflamed him and he'd take me in his mouth to the balls.
Before I knew it he was near the end. He abruptly began to thrust his hips, his expanding dick thrust swiftly through my fingers; his mouth ravaged my cock-knob. My hand played with his ass, I slipped my middle finger in to the first knuckle while I pumped his throbbing shaft. He bucked as the finger invaded him deeper until he lost it. His back arched and I felt the first thick streak of cream race through his shaft. I buried my finger up his ass, he groaned and I felt his jizz, searing hot, rain down on me. I pumped his belching prick, milking the last of his copious load from his balls.
Finally, he sat down next to me, his chest heaved. "Thanks, that was fantastic."
"Not over yet." I winked and tasted the last of his oozing spunk as it dripped from his slit. "Let's go back to my room." I slipped off the jock to wipe up his spent juice. "Here, this is yours." I tossed it into his lap. His softened dick jumped back to attention as he slipped it on.
We decided to stop for a bite to eat and I told him an abbreviated history of how the jock had been passed around. By the time I'd finished he was squirming in his chair. "Can we go back to your room now?" He begged. As he stood I could see the tell-tale bulge.
"Hold on, Trev." I told him. I stripped off my shirt. He looked at me questioningly until his eyes went to my lap. I didn't have anything under my sweats and my throbbing bone was more than obvious. He laughed and went racing out. I wrapped the shirt around my waist and ran after him, all the way back across campus.
The dorm was noisier than usual that afternoon; the parties were starting with the end of finals and people already starting to move out. Back in my room, I locked the door and turned up the stereo to block as much noise as I could. Trevor sat and watched as I stripped, not moving as I lay on the bed with my arms behind my back. He finally stood and slowly removed his clothes, leaving the jock strap on. He straddled me with my erection nestled against his encased balls.
His hands caressed me softly, around my neck, my shoulders, across my chest. I closed my eyes enjoying the sensation of his fingers fly across my body. I sighed when I felt his mouth, hot and wet, lick up under my arms. He lapped the salty skin, a gentle bite at my taut nipples as he tugged the hair on my belly. My cock ached for release, pulsed madly against him. A fingertip rubbed the bulging head. He moved down to sit between my legs; his hands ran down my sides, my legs then back up the inside of my thighs. I groaned as they skimmed my balls.
My dick throbbed rhythmically against my abdomen as he taunted me with his caresses. There was a constant ooze of pre-jizz, my bloated mushroom was drenched. At last I felt his tongue snake up the bulging vein along my shaft and my cock was engulfed in an enticingly hot, wet mouth. He swallowed only a few inches and didn't move. My pounding meat vibrated, thumped between his lips. Slowly I felt the entire shaft engulfed, his hands held my balls as his nose nuzzled my pubic hair for only a second before he slid back up. Then he swallowed again.
I sighed contentedly. His mouth on my balls, tasting each of the hairy orbs. He spread my legs, his tongue wandering down. I felt it tentatively skim across my hole, skate along my crack, then back to my hole. I groaned as he gained confidence and began to lick my ass-ring. "Yes, please, eat my ass." I begged him. Fingers gripped my hips as his tongue loosened me, stretched me. I couldn't take much more.
I sat up, pulled, and coaxed him around until his jock covered cock was in my face. I rubbed my face against the rough cloth, felt the steely stiffness beneath. I sucked on the head, tasting stale spunk on the jock until I pulled his cock out. I needed to taste fresh juice. I savored the sweet cream flowing freely from his slit; the head throbbed in my mouth. We were on our sides, cocks buried in each other's mouths, lost to everything but ourselves. Too soon he pulled away, lay down next to me.
"Jake," he started, "will you fuck me?"
"We don't have to do that, Trev." I held him tightly to me.
"I know, but I want you to fuck me." He said bluntly. "Your finger in my butt made me so fucking hot. I want to feel your cock inside me." He reached for my dick and moved my hand to his ass.
His ass-cheeks were hot, pliable as I moved my hand down his crack. My finger found his button. He sighed. "C'mon, sit on my face." He stood as I lay back down, his feet on either side of my face and lowered his luscious butt down until my extended tongue made contact.
"Oh yeah." He purred.
He bounced up and down, back and forth. He slowly relaxed and opened up. After a few minutes I played with him, alternating between my tongue and a finger. After awhile he easily took an entire finger and we were both getting hornier. I reached into the nightstand for the jar of lube as he eased back down on the bed. He wined as I slipped two fingers into his hole.
"Relax, Trevor." I kissed his ear wetly.
He groaned; spread his legs as both fingers slid into him. He bucked as I pulled them out and tested, I tickled his loosened bud with the tips of the fingers. He ground against the bed as they stretched him. "Hurts." He moaned.
I pulled the pillows against the wall, sat back and began to grease my cock. "Relax and enjoy." I told him. "Stop when you want." I raked his stiffer with my oiled hand.
He got above me, and slowly lowered until the head of my dick made contact with his asshole. He again lowered himself and grimaced then the head punctured his tight opening. I grabbed his cock, stroked him as he held himself steady. His eyes closed as slowly, very slowly he slid down by quarter inches. I was half-way buried inside him when he went completely flaccid. I caressed his shoulders, his chest. His skin was clammy.
I reached up to kiss him and whispered, "I'm sorry," and slammed into him. He yelled and fell against me.
"Arghhh." He growled. "You'll pay for that."
"Better this way." I told him softly. "Relax and breathe." I pulled out just a bit and eased back in. I could feel the tension recede. I grabbed his ass cheeks, massaged them roughly in my hands. He began to move, gradually, against me. Little by little he adjusted. I felt his cock stir. "You're hot, baby, so damn tight. Feels so good, makes my dick harder."
"You're huge, you're stretching me." I could hear it in his voice; he was starting to enjoy it.
"And you like it, don't you. You like having a fat cock up your ass. You like having a hard prick in your tight little hole. Tell me you don't want it, tell me not to flood you with hot cum. I'll pull out." I teased him.
"Fuck you." He said in reply, then pulled almost off my cock and slipped quickly back down.
"You can have my ass later." I was getting too hot. My dick was caught in a vise-grip, and massaged to the limit. He began to bounce rapidly up and down, fucking himself on my boner. "C'mon baby, make me cum, need to shoot." I shout out the drone of noise coming from outside my room to concentrate on the unbelievable pleasure of being trapped by his tensed ass muscles as he squeezed my pulsing dick-meat. My balls tingled as the sensation built to a peak. "Take it, Trevor. Gonna cum^Å." I hammered in and out, finally slammed myself to the hilt when my nuts slipped tightly inside and I shot my wad. Just as I began to unload, flooding his butt I felt a stream of gooey jizz bullets splatter my chest. His hole squeezed my rod as he came, intensifying my orgasm. I buck and pounded into his as he milked the last of the cream out of me.
Trevor-------
It was mid-morning before I started the 2 mile walk home. I couldn't keep the bounce out of my step or the smile off my face even though I was groggy and tired. Neither one of us slept much, two people in a single bed was uncomfortable and we couldn't keep our hands off each other, even in our sleep.
I felt different, changed somehow. I thought about waking up this morning, we were both somewhat uncomfortable, not talking as we showered. Back in his room before we got dressed, Jake hugged me, thanked me. I nuzzled his neck in appreciation and in seconds we were both rock-hard and tumbling on the bed. I can't believe I fucked him. It was a mind-blowing experience. My rigid cock was suddenly, painfully strained under the tight jock. I ran the last half mile home.
I had called my parents the night before to tell them I was partying with friends and wouldn't be home until morning so they didn't question me as I walked in the house and went right to my room. I stripped off and fell on the bed thinking about Jake. I had my hands on my crotch, felling the solid hot flesh of my straining dick, enjoying the sensation as I stroked^Åand fell asleep.
I woke up four hours later, stumbled to the bathroom and emptied my bladder. I stood, looked at myself in the mirror. My tanned skin nearly hairless except the dark whorl's under my arms and the thin line starting at the belly button leading down to a mass of black hair covering my crotch. I turned to look at my ass, in profile, felt the two high mounds of muscled flesh. My hand slipped down the crack. I sighed as a finger grazed the rosy button while my other hand fondled my stiffened pole.
I lay back on the bed, spread-eagle and stroked my thighs, up between my legs. I spit in my hand, dripping fingers found my hole. I inhaled, exhaled slowly to relax and two finger-tips easily pierced the opening and slipped up my ass. My erection was screaming for attention, I pulled it out of the jock and tickled the head. I brought my hand to my mouth to taste the pre-jizz. I stripped off the jock, milked my cock until a pool of spunk dampened the stained material. The pungent smell of the jockstrap was overpowering. I inhaled deeply; my tongue tasted the wet spot while my hand slid back between my legs.
The pressure in my balls exploded, a short spray of juice erupted from my untouched dick. I lowered the jock to cover myself and massed my tender skin against the rough fabric. I had two fingers buried up my asshole, my body convulsed as I blasted. I shot, the jock catching my sticky cream as my balls discharged wave after wave of cum through my shaft into the drenched pouch.
A week later I was out running, it was mid-morning and already starting to get hot and. I had stripped off my shirt as I made my way back through the neighborhood toward our house. I was a block from home when I saw Mr. Goodwin, in his yard. I suddenly saw him differently as he worked, mowing the lawn in a pair of gym shorts and tennis shoes. His huge chest glistened, sweat dripped slowly through the mat of brown curly hair. The top of his shorts dampened with perspiration. The huge cheeks of his ass strained the material. The muscles of his tree trunk thighs bulged as he worked. He looked up and saw me, waved. A thatch of dewy fur under his arms called to me.
"Hey, Mr. Goodwin, how's it going?" I asked as I went up to him. His musky aroma was overwhelming and I threw a boner.
"Good, Trev. Hot as hell though." He answered.
`Need help?" I didn't wait for an answer and grabbed the mower.
We worked silently for another half hour until he told me it was too hot and invited me in for an iced tea. The house was warm, the AC on low enough that I continued to sweat as sat in the kitchen watching.
"How was school? Do okay with your finals?" He wanted to know.
"Sure, I guess. Thanks, Mr. Goodwin." I said as he handed me the glass and sat down.
"Call me Erik, you're old enough now." He said with a wink. "You've turned into a very handsome young man."
I watched his eyes as they traveled down my chest to my shorts, the unmistakable throb of my incessant hard-on. He stood, picking up both our glasses to refill them. I gaped as he walked back to the table, he wasn't wearing anything under his gym shorts and his stiffened poker tented the front, swayed as he walked back to the table. He put the glass down in front of me and didn't say a word. The bulbous cock-head bulged obscenely and a wide spreading circle of moisture blossomed.
I reached out to him; my hand slipped under the leg hole and cupped his furry sac, hot and sweaty, heavy. His prick thumped, I could barely get my fingers around his fat log. The shorts fell to the floor, I stretched my mouth wide and took as much of him as I could.
"Suck it." He whispered while his strong fingers gripped my head. "Feels so good, your mouth on my cock."
I ran my fingers across his belly, up through the pelt of fur covering his chest. The long slit of his broad mushroom leaked a continuous flow of silky juice that I eagerly lapped up. I tried again and again but couldn't get the entire length of his meat down my throat without gagging. He reached down, fingers caressed my chest, pinched my nipples. Wordlessly held out his hand to me, I followed him through the hallway to his bedroom. In a flash he had me stripped and on the bed.
His rough hands roamed my young body, down my flanks, up my thighs, across my abdomen. He stood at the foot of the bed, planted my foot along the length of his shaft. I massaged him as fingers fluttered across my nut-sac and lightly up my dick. His drooling sap oozed between my toes. Finally I felt his mouth on me; I squirmed and wriggled my butt into the bed sheets as he suctioned my raging rod. I ground my foot into his hot pole when he swallowed me to the root, holding onto my balls. My legs were suddenly thrust over my head, his tongue ravaged my hole, and the whiskers of his unshaven face scraped my tender skin. He was relentless and I was soon begging him to slow down.
I knew what was going to happen but couldn't stop it. He was on top of me, my legs wrapped around him. His mouth covered mine and I fought back the scream as his plump cock-knob roughly pierced my bud. I silently pleaded with him to hold back but couldn't. I willed myself to relax, the pain almost unbearable as he stretched me to the max. He continued to ease himself in, all the while his tongue explored the inside of my mouth. He sensed my soreness and stopped when he was all the way inside me.
"You okay?" He whispered in my ear. I felt the flex of his cock muscle, the over-sized meat grew.
"You're huge." I responded and my ass canal constricted, squeezed him tightly.
An hour later I walked home, very slowly, sore but satisfied. After a cool shower I dozed on the bed. The following week was uneventful. Thursday morning we started the long drive to visit my aunt and uncle for the Fourth of July. I wondered if my cousin Kel would be home for the weekend, nobody said but I quietly hoped. I thought about that day a few months ago when it all started. We'd both blown a few loads of cum into his new jock strap and I'd taken it from him. The one I was wearing. I drifted into a light sleep thinking about Kel, Jake and the stories he'd told me. It wasn't long before I was playing pocket pole, stroking my firm prick.
We arrived to a houseful of relatives, something I hadn't expected. There were a few cousins I was happy to see but Kellam wasn't there. My aunt told me he may show up, maybe not. She never knows with him. Because of space I was stuck in the upstairs bedroom in the attic. I had a great time the next day, we got a chance to go to the river, laze and swim in the water. Kel appeared mid-afternoon, wearing only a pair of baggy shorts. I watched his graceful dive into the water; he came back up, playing with our younger cousins. I lay back, soaking up the sun, sleepy.
I felt a sudden cascade of cold water drench me. Kel stood over me, dripping wet, shaking himself off.
`How's it going, cuz?" He asked, sitting beside me.
"Good, glad you could make it this weekend." I told him.
He looked at me quizzingly. I remained stone faced but my eyes darted up and down his body. The hair on his chest not as thick as Erik's but just as curly. He rubbed his belly and pushed down the waistband of his shorts until I could see the top of his bushy pubic patch. "Like what you see?" He asked slyly.
"Fuck you." I sneered back.
"Maybe later, we'll see." He winked at me and got close to my ear so no one else could hear. "By the way, Chiz-Jizz, space is tight so we'll be sharing a room tonight." He got up to head back to the river.
The rest of the afternoon couldn't go by fast enough. All I could think about was getting into bed with my horny cousin. Little did he know the change that had come over me. Dinner was a huge barbecue; there was more food than everyone could eat and plenty of beer. I was feeling light headed, with a full bladder so I headed into the trees to relieve myself. I felt a pair of arms surrounded my waist, a hand cupped my balls. "Time for bed." Kel had more to drink than I did and the words slurred.
"Stop it, Kel, less you want me to pee all over the place. You're drunk." I gently elbowed in stomach.
"Not too drunk." He responded and I felt the heat of his prick, hot and hard, nestle between my bared ass cheeks.
I snuggled back into him. "Take a cold shower and sober up, I'll be upstairs in awhile. We'll see if you're still awake."
I left him there and went back to the party. He disappeared, I assume to sleep it off so I stayed and enjoyed myself for another hour before I went upstairs. I could see the light on in the bedroom as I slipped into the bathroom for a quick shower. The cool water helped wash the day away. I dried off quickly, put the jock strap back on and wrapped the towel around my waist. Kel was in bed, reading. He'd pushed the thin sheet down just below his belly button. A hand was moving in his crotch.
"Sober now?" I asked, shutting the door and leaning back against it.
"Yeah, took a few aspirin, feeling much better." He smiled and let the tip of his very stiff organ slip out of the covers. I could just see the reddened slit, moist. "You still have my jock strap?" He asked
I stood watching him, the heave of his chest as he breathed slowly. I told him the story about meeting Jake in the locker room, and that he took it after he jacked me off. His dick danced, pushed back the sheet ever so slightly. Then I went on and told Kel I'd run into him again just before the end of school, and how it had been passed around, including some details that I'd heard from Jake. Kellam was openly stroking his thick meat, making my mouth water. I walked to him and dropped the towel. "What goes around comes around." I didn't get the words out before his mouth fastened on the pouch.
I leaned down to swallow his flesh-rod. He poked and prodded it down my throat as he sucked on my hardness. In a flash I was on the bed, next to him. We rolled around, devouring each other. I chewed his nuts, his legs spread as I fingered between his furry cheeks. He made me crazy the way he ate my cock, fast and furious from tip to base, then slow and gentle. My tongue found his pink, hairy opening; sweaty and musky. He groaned loudly as I attacked it with my mouth. I heard the deep panting, whispered encouragement as I ate his ass.
He pulled back on my hips; I hovered over him and dropped my butt on his mouth. He spread my cheeks and his tongue flickered up and down my crack. I rocked back and forth until his tongue circled the tight opening, coaxing me to relax. My mouth was back on his dick, the hard knob bumped continuously at the back of my throat. He pounded in and out, choking me. We went on and on, until he finally broke away.
"Need some water." He panted. "Be right back."
I flopped back on the bed, fingered my gaping hole. When he came back in the room I threw the jock at him. It hit squarely in the chest and fell, one of the tattered leg straps caught on his upright pole. I fought back a laugh as he threw it back at me and jumped on the bed, on top of me. "Paybacks are hell." He whispered as his cock pierced my ass.
Kellam-------
"God, Trev, you're so tight. It feels so good." I whispered in his ear and sank my shaft into his hot hole.
He pleaded. "Fuck me, Kel, long and hard. Your cock's so fucking big. Pound me."
We both knew this time wasn't going to last long. I felt his horny meat trapped between us, it pounded as I slowly withdrew and slammed back into his tight cavity. He met every plunge of my battering ram. I hammered him; long, slow strokes until I couldn't take much more. I plowed into him, short savage thrusts. Sweat soaked the bed. He bucked against me, teeth digging into my shoulder when I felt his butt-hole clamp down on my dick. He shot, his hot sperm plastering our skin together.
That did it for me. I was buried to the balls when the spasms began. The flood gates opened in my nuts and I bathed his insides with my thick cream. I felt three, four, five volley's blast through my shaft. He continued too milk me with his muscles until I was spent and collapsed on top of him. We slept, for awhile until in a half-sleep we woke each other up, horny again.
I had a great time over the next few days, spending time with the family during the day and hot sex with my cousin at night. But the weekend was finally over and everyone left. A few days later I decided it was time to head out; there were friends I wanted to visit so I was back on the road.
I wore the jock strap as I drove; it made me hornier then hell. On the open highway, I'd stripped down, played with my dick. One afternoon I couldn't' take it any more so I pulled off onto a side road and started to jack off, needing to shoot my spunk. I was lost in my own world, playing with my nuts, stroking my stiff cock bringing myself closer and closer to emptying my nuts. I was almost there when a strong, hard voice quickly brought me back to earth:
"Sir, would you please step out of the car."