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SAE Action (mm, coll)- ch. 13 Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
When I got home, Jake was lounging about on my bed, watching TV as he liked to do during the afternoon. He was nude and was lazily stoking his prick. Most fellows would only jack off like that if they watched a porn flick, but Jake was a perpetual horn dog, and would wrap his fist around his meat almost out of habit as anything else. He liked to hang around the house without clothing, which was just fine with me, because I couldn't get enough of his incredible body.
This afternoon his reclining figure was hot as ever: the blond-brown chest hair glowed in the light streaming in through the window. And his monster of a prick stood up straight as a monument to male perfection.
He looked up from the television. "Hey stud," he said, "where have you been?"
I didn't answer. I just approached him and sat down on his lap. Our faces met in a heated liplock. Jake's thick tongue invaded my eager mouth. Damn, this man was not only the sexiest in the house, he knew how to kiss, too.
While we traded our frat saliva and he rubbed the burning flesh underneath my T-shirt, I pulled down my shorts. With one hand I supported myself on my bed, while my other hand grabbed his erection and guided it to my recently fucked hole. It went right in.
Jake moaned. "Man, your ass feels so soft," he said.
I told him about my hardware store fuck, about the fresh cum he was feeling on his dick, about how I'd been abused by four stud men one after another. Jake was hotter and more worked up than I'd ever seen him. Each thrust up my ass went hard, fast and deep. "Yeah slut, take my big fucking dick. You're so fucking hungry for my cock."
I was getting into it. All the fucking I'd received earlier did nothing to tire me out. I was getting off on the idea of doing it with my big-dicked hunk after taking four hard cocks up my hole. While Jake was giving me his dirty talk, I shot right back at him. "Yeah, fucker. Use that hole. I'm a big frat slut and hungry for your big frat dick. Fuck harder..."
He was beyond the point of control now. His hips were going wild and his pole pounded ballisticallly into my rectum. "Fucking creaming your ass now. Feel my sperm, stud."
The jism felt great firing deep into my guts, and in seconds my frat load was spasming out the end of my rockhard dick. Part of me wanted this to go on forever, but I had to admit I was finally and royally spent.
Slowly, I lifted myself off Jake's prick and lay down next to him on the bed. He pressed his hairy-smooth body against mine. As his skin radiated warmth, we fell asleep.
Jake couldn't get the image of the Home Depot man out of his mind. Some days when he'd fuck me, he'd ask me if he was as big or hard as Stan, or his loads as big as he shot spunk deep and hard up my ass. Even when the tables were turned and I was pounding his stud ass, he'd mutter shit about how he loved my dick and how he'd love to get screwed by me and Stan at the same time.
I couldn't tell if he was jealous or horny or both, but I didn't tell Jake that I'd called Stan already. That I'd gone over to his house and fucked the shit out of his butch asshole. That this new fuck-buddy couldn't get enough of my frat cock.
One day, I head a knock at my door. I half expected Stan, just because we'd talked an hour earlier and he mentioned coming over for a balls to the walls after-work fuck.
"Enter," I said, and in walked Jake. Only he was wearing jeans and a Home Depot uniform orange polo with matching ballcap. The effect was mesmerizing. He looked just like a Home Depot guy, I couldn't believe it. My dick sure was getting off on it, though. I pulled off my shorts, so that all I was wearing was a tattered Budweiser T-shirt I'd taken from Mike's drawer one morning.
I lifted my legs up and looked into Jake's horny eyes. "Fuck me, stud," I commanded. Silently, he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his huge cock. It throbbed with desire, occasionally jumping up and spattering precum on the knit uniform shirt. He reached over to the lube on my nightstand and dispensed some into his hand, which he proceeded to rub up and down his hard shaft. "Shit, John, I'm so fucking hot for you," he whispered before getting down on his knees.
With a deliberate grasp on my legs, he pulled apart my thighs further and nudged his nose in between my hard cheeks. The next five minutes were sheer heaven as Jake sucked butt like it was the last day on Earth. Deeper and deeper his tongue probed the rings of my hole as I relaxed and gave into the pleasure that washed over my body. All I could see between my legs was that orange cap, though when Jake looked up, I could see his eyes peer out from beneath the rim. I could tell he was getting off on getting me ready for his frat-jock fuck.
What a fuck it was, too. You'd think that after all the dick that my frat brother had given me, one more time would be nothing special. But it was almost like getting fucked by a different man. Not the hardware guy he was dressed up to be, but a different Jake who was in charge without having to say a word. And that dick probed deeper and harder than I'd ever felt it go. Plus, I have to admit: it sure was hot to feel Jake's muscles through the Home Depot uniform. Except for his taut forearms and the battering ram that was his dick, he was completely clothed.
I felt it forming deep in my loins. I can't tell whether it was my dick or my ass or my balls. Probably all three at once. My orgasm spread up my body, and I felt my face flush red. My breaths became quick chokes of air, and my cock began spasming. Jake smiled that big, sexy grin of his. He loved it when he could fuck the come out of me without so much as a finger on my cock. He grabbed my hips and began pounding harder. His strokes were now deep and fast and I couldn't take any more. Jets of my white seed shot out all over us. It was a shower of cum, the kind of load I shoot when I haven't nutted in a week, and here it was raining over my T-shirt and over Jake's uniform-clad torso.
When I caught my breath and Jake pulled out his hardon, I looked up and saw two burly forearms circle around Jake. It was Stan, buck naked, holding Jake tightly against him as his hands began to pull the shift out of the jeans and run his hands all over Jake's perfect chest.
Stan looked up at me and winked. "That was one hot show, boys." One hand massaged Jake's nipple while the other reached down and cupped the balls cupped tightly against Jake's ready-to-explode shaft. Stan nibbled at Jake's ear. "I'd like to get me some frat-boy ass," he whispered. "How about it, Jake? Want a real stud to plug your hole?"
Jake threw his head back in passion and could only moan, "Fuck, yes. Fuck me."
Stan wasted no time. He positioned that big cock of his at the entrance to Jake's ass and in one swift move, fucked the length of his cock up Jake's hole. Stan pounded hard at Jake's ass, first with both on their knees, then doggy style. I didn't know my frat brother could take a fucking that hard. But he was enjoying the abuse and his dick was harder than ever, dripping a river of cocksnot all over the rug.
Stan grabbed Jake's shoulders to anchor his hard-piston screw. He kept complementing Jake on how wonderful a fuck he was and how tight his ass was. To shut him up, Stan pushed his head back into my crotch. Jake started lapping at my balls, but soon was working his way lower. I knew what he wanted, and lifted my legs once more to accommodate him.
"Yeah, fuck-boy, slurp that ass. Lick all your dick cream out of his hole. Stick that tongue way up there and clean up your mess. Yeah, fucker, your hole's so fucking tight. Feels like a velvet glove on my cock."
It wasn't long before both Stan and Jake had erupted. Jake promised many more three-ways in the future. But even if the stud-fucker was lying his teeth off, I was content just watching the man's sperm leak from Jake's hole as he slept from exhaustion.