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Back at school, I continued keeping an eye out for any more opportunities. If John taught me anything, it was that I was in high demand. Soccer games continued to be my prime hunting ground. I fucked the burly guy a few more times and eventually, I figured out what he really wanted. He was being a brat when we first met since I was obviously new to the scene. What he really wanted was a college jock to take control and use him for their pleasure. I started being more demanding and selfish and he responded well to it. He enjoyed it so much he even let one of his friends know.
A new man was coming to games with him, once we got into a good rhythm. I saw the two of them shoot the shit while we actually played our games and during our practices. Once we were off the field though, they would split up, hoping to score on their own. I could tell the new guy was here for one thing, and one thing only though. Me. And I can't say I didn't enjoy the attention.
He was shorter than I was but had a solid build. He had a decent head of hair and was well dressed. It was still casual, but the clothes fit better than you'd expect of a t-shirt and shorts. Especially for a guy showing up at a park to score a college jock with his buddy. He was probably a similar age too, somewhere in his 40s.
The most important thing to note though, was that I could tell he was into me. I had grown into my role over the past few months. I continued fucking the first guy but I made sure to acknowledge the new one. I would taunt him as I walked away, making sure he understood what was happening without him. He could be leaving with me if he did the right thing. What it was? I would know when it happened.
He tried to approach me directly more than once but I ignored him, one time, even stepping on his feet as I walked past. I heard a whispered, "Thank you, sir." I had laughed out loud. I was proud of him for being so bold as to stand directly in my way though. I could see him squirm at the still missed opportunity, but I know it only made him want me more. I was hoping it taught him he had to be bolder to get my cock in him. After a few weeks of this, he finally took the step I'd been waiting for.
I had just played a full half and was resting on the bench with the rest of my team. My shirt was off to dry my hair and face. I liked giving the on-lookers a show and it was a popular display. This time, in his boldest move to get my cock, the man finally headed over to the bench to make some small talk with the team. He only attempted to join the group naturally, rather than making the beeline to me that I know he wanted.
"What a great half! Three goals against these guys is impressive." He said confidently to the group. I hadn't realized he was actually paying attention to the game at all, let alone the score and quality of our opponents.
One of my teammates smiled, looking up at him. "Hey Paul!" I hadn't expected to get his name at all, let alone so easily. "They were tough, but Terry is a beast. We wouldn't get half our points without his legs." My teammate looked over at me and winks once Paul turned to look my way. Can't say I expected a wingman, but I had no complaints.
Paul looked me over with a glint in his eyes. He was definitely wondering if I would actually acknowledge him for the first time. I leaned back and opened my legs wide to give him the full view. He quickly spoke, employing his new tactic to great effect. Flattery will get you everywhere.
"I can see that. He was all over that ball. You scored one all on your own too, didn't you?" He nodded towards me as he asked.
"I did. The goalie didn't know what hit him." I answered as I scratched my balls, letting the tip of my cock slip out of my shorts for a moment. I watched Paul's eyes. They lit up, with not only a response, but the sight of his prize on display. I shifted it back around as if nothing happened, continuing to keep my eye on him. We continued to chat for a few more minutes as we all caught our breath from the game. He was a smooth talker and despite it being obvious what he was there for, and nearly twice the age of most of the team, he fit right in. He even had some actual pointers for some of us.
"I was the captain of my college team," was his response when somebody asked. If it was a lie, it was a convincing one.
"Have a good second half boys!" He walked away as half time finished up but not before sneaking another look at me. I gave him a steady stare back. He adjusted his dick before turning away towards his friend. I made sure not to look his way again, just to keep him guessing.
After the game, and another goal by me, he came over again. This time, I made sure to stick around the edge of the group and he responded exactly as planned. He came up on my side to talk to us, "Another fantastic half! And another goal too!" He clapped me on the back.
"Yea. Terry really pulled through for us."
"It wasn't all me." I added humbly. "Jason blocked, what? 10 shots of theirs?" I drew the attention back to our goalie further down the line of players. I took the distraction to subtly move my cleat onto Paul's foot, pressing down. He whimpered for a moment but didn't say anything else.
As people cleaned up, I chatted with Nick, who I had gotten to know a bit better over the past few weeks. We had started working out together, and we, of course, shared a few, key, interests. The man next to me being one of them. Nick knew I had been working on him, so he held off. He knew today was the day when the man walked over unannounced. Seeing that I was crushing the man's foot in public was just a little icing he would get off to later.
He pretended to aim a shot of spit at the ground while we spoke, but it hit Paul's ankle instead. Paul looked at Nick, then at me, as if I would let him clean it off. I just kept talking to Nick and he left it clinging to his leg. I did put a bit more pressure on his foot, causing him to moan once more.
When most of the team had left, Nick went to chat with the other man, heading off to the bathroom with him. That left me alone with my score. Finally, I lifted my foot off of the man and looked at him once more before simply walking away. The man followed me like a puppy.
"Would you like me to carry your stuff for you, sir?" He called out from behind me.
I turned towards him and he stopped moving. I cleared my throat and spit right in his face. "You want my jock dick to fill you up today don't you?"
"Yes, sir." He answered immediately. "Every day."
"You'll do anything for it wouldn't you?"
"Yes, sir. I've wanted to worship you and your cock for weeks."
"You ready to work for it?"
"Of course, sir. I'm just a body for your pleasure tonight."
"Good. Don't drop anything." I offloaded my bag to him. It nearly dropped to the ground but he scrambled to keep it from doing so. Once he was situated, I continued walking back to campus.
We hadn't headed towards the usual bathroom near the field but there was a private spot in the woods I'd used before. I veered off the path towards it and the man followed me obediently. After going far enough down the path, I stopped and waited. He knew what I was waiting for, so I didn't say anything. After a second of looking at me and the ground, he took off his shirt to lay under my bag to keep my things clean. Then, he dropped to the ground himself and crawled over to me, getting into a kneeling position.
I took a second to admire his body. He had a nice chest. His pecs were large and he had swirls of light chest hair outlining his frame and a dark treasure trail.
"Took you long enough." I mocked.
"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't want to dirty your gear."
I ignored him and simply grabbed the back of his head and lined him up with my waist. "Do you expect me to do everything myself?"
"No, sir." He reached up for my waist band and lowered my shorts and jockstrap until my cock was free.
"Open up." He opened his mouth and I pushed my cock in slowly. He took it all in easily, for now. I rocked my hips back out, until my cock head was nearly out of his mouth once more. Then I pushed back in faster. He licked my shaft the whole way down. Again I pulled out, but I pushed back harder, hitting the back of his throat. He gagged but continued to keep up with me best he could. I pulled out for a moment to let him catch his breath.
"Is this what you've wanted?" I asked him, still holding him by the hair.
"Yes, sir." He gasped out, taking deep breaths while he could.
When he stopped panting, I adjusted my grip and started fucking his face again, hitting the back of his throat every time. He choked and gagged on my cock, spitting up onto his face and chest. I face fucked him like this for a few minutes, only letting him catch his breath for a moment this time. I pulled out again as I was starting to get close.
"You fucking love choking on jock dick, don't you Paul?"
He gasped out. "Yes, sir." I spit on his face again before I shoved my cock back into is open mouth.
When I was ready to blow, I pulled all the way out but didn't put it back in, much to his surprise. I moved towards my own bag, jerking off towards it. I leaned my head back, breathing heavily as I was getting close to blowing my load. Lucky for Paul, though still gasping for air, he managed to jump in front of my things. I finish, shooting cum into the air, onto his face and body. Rope after rope hit him as he laid on the ground covering my bag. He stayed still, lying in the dirt, covered in cum and his own spit, waiting for me to finish coming down from my orgasm.
I looked down my nose at him. "You look good there. Lying facedown in the dirt."
"Thank you, sir."
I stepped onto his outstretched hand with my cleat. "You understand the privilege it is to even touch my cleats?" He twisted himself around to beg at my feet, keeping his head in the dirt. I lifted my cleat off of his hand and put it on his head.
"I understand, sir." I pushed his head down into the ground, grinding the cleats into his hair.
"Good. Now sit up, I wasn't done with that fucking hole of yours." I let off the pressure and he kneeled in front of me again.
"I'm sorry..." before he finished the sentence I grab the back of his head and shove him fully onto my still hard cock.
"Did I say I needed an apology?" He immediately got back to work grabbing my ass and sucking my cock again. I didn't need to cum again, but his throat felt damn good. I even let him enjoy my cock for a moment. But we weren't there for him. I pulled his head back and then pushed my cock fully down his throat again. He sputtered as I bottomed out again and again. He was grabbing at my ass tighter. He kept spitting up as I continued to use his throat for my own pleasure.
I couldn't help but smile at the man below me, covered in his own fluids. I know I've seen men at home come out of that bathroom like this. Well, cleaned up, but you couldn't always get your hair back to normal or every trace of spit or cum out of your beard. I definitely chose the right guy. I'll be ready for my next score by the time I get back home.
I pushed in once more and held him there. I found myself getting close again, unexpectedly. "I'm cumming." I pull out and I thrust again, climaxing and shooting my second load down his throat.
I pulled out slightly, keeping his mouth full, but leaving room for his tongue to move. "Lick it clean." He responds by pulling himself deeper onto my cock, spitting up once more, but doing his best to lick the fluids from my dick. I held him against my pubes for a few additional seconds as he squirmed under me.
"Fuck. That feels good."
I released him and he fell to the ground, gasping for breath. Between them, all he could do was whimper, "thank you sir." I just stood over him.
"Get up, I need to clean up." He did his best to get up, without moving his hand away. "Bring me to your house. I'm not trailing dirt all over my dorm because you couldn't stay clean."
"Yes, sir. My car isn't far from here." I let him loose and he walked over to my stuff, doing his best to keep it off the ground while he put his shirt back on. It was a little bit of a walk, as he was parked in a far parking lot. It was clear he was prepared for something like this from the start.
Paul started to open his door when I stopped him. "You're going to get in your car with those disgusting clothes on? Take them off." He looked at his clothes, covered in mud and spit and cum. He glanced around the parking lot for anybody looking. He quickly removed his soiled pants and shirt. He chose to leave on his clean briefs.
I looked him in the eye and add, "I said take them off."
He looked down at his feet, upset that he annoyed me. "I'm sorry, sir. I thought you only wanted me to remove my dirty clothes."
I spit on his underwear.
"They are dirty. Put it all in the trunk. I'll be waiting up here." I opened the passenger door and didn't bother wiping down my own clothes, dragging dirt and leaves onto my side.
A moment later, I heard the trunk quickly open and close and he rushed into the front seat. I looked over at him as he started the car. I silently admired his thick legs and torso again. He certainly knew how to take care of himself. But between those legs was a fat, tiny cock with a thick bush almost overtaking it. I smirk but don't say anything.
"Drive."
The drive to his place was uneventful but as he pulled up he started to open his garage. I pressed the button to close it again. "You will be using the front door." He looked at me distressed but didn't put up a fight. His walkway was lined by high bushes that hid most of him but they weren't a perfect shield.
"Give me your keys, Paul." He handed them to me. I took my time finding the right one. There were only three to choose from and only one was obviously for the house but I tried them all one by one. Paul squirmed next to me, covering himself up. I know he wanted me to speed up but he knew not to speak up.
"Ah, here we go." I put in the correct key, but I took my time, standing in the doorway looking around. Paul stood behind me, waiting to come inside. I looked at him as I stepped aside. "Get inside. You'll catch a cold." Paul rushed inside as I closed the door behind him.
"Where's your shower?"
"This way, sir." He started walking away.
"Crawl there!" He dropped to the ground and crawled ahead of me. I left my gear on, tracking in dirt behind us. He lead me to the master bathroom. I admired his plump ass as I follow. I was looking forward to filling it up soon.
"Since you've been such a good boy tonight, I'll let you undress me. Sit down and take off my shoes." I point to the ground. When he sat, I stepped on his cock and balls with my cleats.
He whimpered out, "Thank you, sir."
I ignored it. "Take these off of me." He started untying them, half trying to please me, half trying to keep the pressure on his cock from ending. I could tell he was enjoying the attention even in this form.
When he fully untied my first cleat, I made sure to reward him with a little grinding into his crotch before he was able to take it off. He removed my sock as well, and I could see him looking at my bare foot. I lifted it up to his nose so he could get a better look and maybe even a sniff. Before he could touch it though, I pulled away and shoved my grimy sock into his mouth. "You can taste this instead while you get my other one." I switched feet, crushing his cock again with my other cleat. He sucked on my sock while he went through the same motions.
"You enjoy serving sweaty jocks?"
Paul nods, his mouth full with my sweaty sock.
"Good. Maybe you'll get to have my jock dick in your pussy after all." He nods again, greedily. When he finished removing my other sock, I replaced the one he had in his mouth while he continued to undress me. I'm in a good mood so I let him decide where to start.
He knew his place at this point, so he properly started by lifting up my shirt, not simply rushing to the prize. He neatly folded it up and left it on the counter next to him. Next, he pulled down my shorts. He attempted to pull my jockstrap at the same time but I grabbed his wrist and he understood that he needed to be patient.
When my shorts were neatly folded and on top of my shirt, I allowed him to pull down my jockstrap, releasing my cock onto his face. I could see the desire on his face to replace the sock in his mouth with my cock but he refrained.
After letting my cock rest on his cheek for a little while I pulled the sock out for him. "One more quick taste. Then I'm going to hop in the shower." He quickly sucked my whole length in, licking and sucking on it like his life depended on it. He grabbed at my balls, caressing them like jewels. Despite the pounding his throat had taken earlier, he was still a pro with his tongue. I almost let him finish me off again. But I had other plans for this load.
I pulled his head back by his hair, taking his mouth off my cock. I spit again in his mouth. "Start the shower."
He returns to the floor and headed to the walk-in shower. He turned it on and looked back at me for instructions. I was standing there fully naked in front of him for the first time that night. I decided he had earned a little show so I flexed my arms and chest for him. I caught him drool but he didn't move. "Get the lube."
His head perked up in excitement and he rushed to a drawer behind me. He forgot to crawl but I didn't correct him. I wanted the hot ass I'd been neglecting.
I grabbed his hair again, pulling his face towards mine. I spit in his mouth, again. "You finally get what you've been waiting for." I took the lube from his hand and bent him over the counter. I poured it down his ass and onto my cock. "You've been wanting your ass filled since you saw me weeks ago haven't you?" I lined up my cock with his hole.
"Yes, sir. I've been trying so hard."
"You weren't doing enough."
"I know, sir. I was desperate. I had to risk speaking with you."
"Well, here is your reward." I pushed and my cock popped in. He pushed back against me, not waiting for me to open him up. I rocked back and forth once more, loosening him up, more for my own, rather than his, pleasure.
"You ready for my jock dick to fill you up?"
"Please use my hole however you want, sir. You can have it whenever you need it."
I pulled out and slammed back in. The counter shook under him. "As if I'll let you have my dick more than once."
"Please, sir. Let me serve you again. Fuck me sir. Fuck my hole." I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, slamming my cock into his ass over and over. I turned his head and spit on his face again.
"You like that? Does it feel good for me to spit on you?"
"I'm just here for you to use me. I'm a toy for you to use, sir." I grabbed his tiny cock and balls and pulled on them.
"You like that? Huh." He just moaned. I kept slamming into him. He continued to moan expletives under me.
I was feeling my orgasm rise once more. I pulled on his balls again and squeeze. "I own you bitch. Take this fucking cock." I whisper into his ear.
"Absolutely. Fuck me please. Fuck. I'm your fucking bitch. Fill me with your seed."
I kept slamming my cock into him until I finally burst. I grabbed his hair, pulling his head back. I thrust deep into him, filling him up. "Fuck. Take my fucking cum." His ass was squeezing my cock, milking every drop he could out of it.
"Fill my fucking pussy, sir. Fuck!" He collapsed on his chest onto the counter, completely spent. He hadn't cum, but he had certainly put in the effort. We weren't here for him anyway. I pulled out of his ass, much to his dismay. He watched my cock covered in cum that could be inside him walk away. I made my way to where he folded my clothes and grabbed my jockstrap. I wiped my cock down with it and brought it up to his face. He stared at it. I brought it up to his mouth. Desperate, he opens it in anticipation and I shove my jockstrap in.
Satisfied, I went straight into the warm shower. I turned to admire my work. He looked like he was in heaven, covered in fluids and panting from the poundings he's taken. I smiled at the finishing touch of a mouth filled with my sweaty, used, cum covered jock.
"There better be a beer waiting for me when I get out. A cold beer." He took a moment to react but started crawling to his kitchen once he realized what I had demanded.
I enjoyed the shower alone. I cleaned off the grime and sex from the game, and aftermath. I took my time, making the man wait outside. When I finished, I put on the bathrobe hanging on the door. I found him kneeling outside the room, a cold beer in his hand and my jockstrap still in his mouth.
I pat his head. "Good boy." I removed the jockstrap from his mouth and open the beer, sitting on his bed. "How are you doing?"
"I'm fine, sir."
"I'm done with the sirs for now. Was it everything you imagined?"
"Yes, sir." I looked at him and he looked down sheepishly.
"You're not getting any more treats for being a suck-up."
"I know, sir." I roll my eyes. I'll let him have his fun. He was a good time.
I continued to drink my beer on his bed. It was getting late. I needed to head back to my room but I would have needed a ride and I wasn't going to pay for a taxi.
"I'm going to stay here tonight. You can sleep on the floor, if you want. If you're still, " I pause, "on?" I waved my hand dismissively. "I want my laundry done and you can keep that if you buy me a new one," pointing to my jockstrap on the floor. "I'll need a ride back tomorrow morning."
"Yes, sir." He stood up, still naked and dirty, and rushed to grab my clothes from my bag and the counter to throw in the wash. I just watched from the bed. I could have lived like this, at least for a bit. It was too bad I had classes in the morning.
I woke up a few hours later, in a luxurious king sized bed, to a dirty, naked man sleeping on the floor next to me. I stepped on his hand as I woke up. It was honestly an accident, but I went with it and it got the job done anyway. He was immediately on his knees again. "Good morning, sir."
"I have class in 45 minutes. Get dressed, I need to get back to my room."
"Yes, sir." Faster than I thought possible, he was dressed and carrying my bag full of clean clothes over to me. He knelt down and dressed me in the clothes he found in there and we were good to go. He also displayed a receipt for a new jockstrap to be delivered overnight to his house. My old one was nowhere to be seen. I smirked. "Come with me sir. I'll have your package over tonight."
As we walked through his house I got a better look at everything. The bathroom was nice but I hadn't realized just how big the house was last night. I should keep his ass around.
On the way back to the school, we talked more about soccer. He really seemed to know what he was talking about. As much as he wanted my cock, he actually enjoyed watching me play as well. He rattled off some stats about me and my team that I hadn't known myself.
"We should do this again." I say as I get out of the car. He smiled at me.
"I would like that. Here's my card." He handed me a card with his name and number from his wallet. "Text me whenever. My holes are always available for you." He winks at me and leans forward. "Maybe we can take it a bit further next time." I smirked, imagining what else could have happened.
We coordinated how to get my new jockstrap and I was on my way. I looked at his card again and noticed he was a lawyer. I wondered what else I can get out of him. But that was for another day. Back to class.
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