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Chapter 4
Damn, my jockstrap stank. I hadn't washed it in weeks and wore it every day of practice during summer training camp. I slid it on anyway, the straps on the bottom accentuating my ass cheeks. Duncan was behind me in the locker room, we were all changing into our gear. I felt him grab one of the straps and snap it. We laughed. It was early in the morning, but I was waking up. We were old pros at this by now, I'd come in for practice on no sleep and still drunk plenty of times.
Out on the field, we got into formation and began our two hour practice.
Sweating balls, the guys filed into the locker room again afterwards and started stripping down and hitting the showers. We were all shooting the shit like usual, talking about our strategy and first game. I was entering my Junior year at UT and already it found it strange that my football career may be nearing an end. I always wanted to go pro, ever since I was a kid. That was my dream. But lately I'd been thinking about getting my MBA instead and trading my jersey for a tie. As I got older I felt more interested in business than playing football. Classes had started a few days before and I was planning on really trying this semester.
I was now wearing only my jockstrap and was about to take it off when Coach Dean walked over. He was our defensive coordinator and since I was the cornerback he was always on to me. He was a good dude, typical coach who was always down to business. He was nice though, I was a good player and we got along. He was tall and fit like me, with short, dark brown hair. He was in his early 40s and was really athletic, he'd been a cornerback in college too.
"Chase, wanna come into my office for a minute?" He said casually.
I walked over to his office, situated off the main area from the lockers. I was sporting only my jockstrap, which wasn't unusual at all. I had led team meetings in a towel before. No one is shy about it.
We walked into his office. He sat in his desk chair and I sat my bare ass onto the corner of his desk with one leg on the floor.
"So buddy, I wanted to talk to you about keeping up with everything. That means getting enough sleep, eating right, not slamming a trillion beers the night before every practice. I feel like you've been slipping a little lately, it's like your head's not in the game.." He went on.
"I know Coach, I'm sorry. I've just had a lot on my mind lately and can't sleep.." I said, which wasn't bullshit. I'd been analyzing my ongoing sexual relationship dudes, not really sweating it too hard but late at night I'd stay up on my roof and drink a thousand beers and wonder what the fuck to do with myself. For a long time I'd told myself we were just having fun, but I didn't even feel like I wanted to fuck any girls anymore. I felt like guys were the only thing that could get me going now.
"What's been on your mind Chase? I'm here to keep you going strong man, you just gotta talk to me. You can tell me anything." He said.
I thought about it for a second. "I think I want to get an MBA instead of going pro. I guess football has started to lose priority a little bit, but I promise I'll give this season all I've got regardless" I went on.
"Is that all that's been on your mind?" He asked, looking at me skeptically. He got up and shut the door. "You can talk me buddy" He said, patting me on the back and sitting back down. Everyone in the locker room was finishing up and heading out.
I thought about it for a second. I did kind of want to get everything off my chest, but at the same time I didn't want coach to know that his best player might be taking dicks up his ass.
"It's uh, girl trouble.." I said.
He nodded knowingly, like he'd predicted it. "She ain't knocked up, right?" He asked, laughing.
"Nah, nah.." I said, smiling. "I just, like her a lot but we're from different.. worlds, you could say. I don't think we could really be together.." I said, thinking that was half-true.
"Well, buddy, don't worry. You'll figure it all out. And honestly, I know your struggle. Me and my wife ain't exactly sleeping in the same bed anymore..." He said, giving me a reassuring pat on my leg.
I realized that I was still in my jockstrap. I moved my ass a little and adjusted how I was sitting, my ass cheeks sticking to his desk a little. "Sorry I got my sweaty ass all over your desk, Coach. I promise I won't fart on it." I said, and we both laughed, trying to lighten the mood a little bit.
"It's fine Chase, my office is in a locker room after all, I think we're all used it." He said, grinning.
Sitting there, he was a good looking guy, his legs had some hair to them and were nice and muscular, poking out from his shorts. He had nice arms too, I could tell he worked out. He was rocking some nice facial hair and had some blue eyes that stood out under his Longhorns cap.
I got up and stretched my arms up, giving my package a light adjustment and squeeze. His eyes went straight to my package for a second and then darted away. He grinned.
"Well Coach, I better go get showered and changed. Thanks for the talk." I announced, turning around. He got up too and gave my ass a huge spank, like he always did on the field. We chuckled a little bit and walked into the now empty locker room. He stood there as I dropped my jockstrap.
"Well, while I have you here I thought I should talk to you about some new plays we're gonna try out next week..." He continued, going into detail about some football related news I should know of. I nodded along and listened, butt ass naked. My cock was hanging down, looking pretty long in the hot and humid locker room. I tugged at it a couple times absentmindedly, bending over a couple of times and fishing around in my bag as he went on. I grabbed a towel.
"I gotta hit the showers Coach.. Say, you probably got pretty sweaty out there today too, wanna rinse off and we can keep going over our strategy?" I said, flashing him a smile. He looked around for a second and shrugged, pulling off his hat and polo, dropping his shorts and boxers. He had a nice cock on him, nice thick pubes and some hair going up from it into his chest.
He followed me into the tiled room that was lined with shower heads. We turned on the water and continued our chat about the first game of the season. I kept nodding along, letting the water fall all over me, then backed up from the water and soaped up my body. After I got some nice suds going I handed him the bar of soap and he started rubbing it around. I got my cock nice and soapy, running it through my hands until it started getting semi hard. I turned around and got my hand deep into my ass crack.
"You know Coach, I gotta say, I always piss in the shower. Hope you don't mind." I said, grinning at him.
He laughed. "That's fine buddy, I understand. Do your thing." He said.
I let the soap rinse off and held my dick in my hand started to let out a long stream of piss. I looked over and noticed Coach had started pissing too. "I guess I had to do it too" He said, laughing. I pointed my dick up towards him and aimed my piss, hitting him on his hand and pubes where he was holding his cock.
"Whoa! You son of a bitch!" He said, erupting in laughter. He chased after me a little, cornering me against the wall opposite to where we had been showering. He pushed me against the wall face first with his arm and put me in a headlock.
"This is payback" He said into my ear, and laughing a little bit. I felt him start to piss onto my ass, it felt warm going down my crack. I struggled a little bit, trying to free myself. He was strong though, and honestly I was kind of digging it. I stuck my ass out a little bit and spread my legs, his long stream of piss hitting my straight in my butt. I started struggling again for effect, and also started feeling my competitive streak kick in.
"If you keep struggling I'm gonna stick it straight up your ass" He said, warning me. I turned to see him grinning arrogantly. I decided to call his bluff and kept trying to weasel my way out of it. Using both arms, he pinned them above my head and had me locked in. My face was pinned against the tiled wall.
"What did I tell you Chase? You never listen.." He said. I felt him pushing my legs apart, and I stuck my ass out a little bit. I felt him pushing his cock against my asshole, the tip sliding into my wet crack. I moaned a little bit, realizing that Coach was indeed showing me who was in charge. I felt his dick slide deeper and deeper into my ass. Once he got all the way in, I could feel him let out a deep breath into my ear. He started pulling out and pumping my ass, grinding his hips against my big ass cheeks, pounding me with all he had. I backed my ass into him. He let my arms go and I reached down and grabbed his balls as he fucked the hell out of me. I spread my ass open for him as he rammed me good. I felt him pull out completely and then dive right back in, I knew he was close. I'd taken it up the ass enough times to know by now. He pumped me for another thirty seconds before his pounding became harder and harder.
"I'm gonna.. blow.." He let out.
"Cum in my ass Coach, come on.." I said, almost whispering. I felt his cock start to unleash it's load into my butt. We both moaned as he shot over and over into me. Both of us just stood there, his cock still in me, panting loudly. Finally he pulled out, his jizz running down my hairy gooch.
He chuckled. "Told ya I'd do it" He said, and gave my ass a slap. "Let's get washed up" He added, and pulled me over to the shower.
Later that day, I sat in my Statistics lecture and boy, did my ass feel like it had the workout of the century. I still hadn't gotten to blow my load though and was looking forward to getting back to my apartment and jacking off. My mind was going a million miles an hour. I couldn't even believe that I'd gotten rammed up the ass by Coach Dean. I barely paid attention during the entire lecture. Class was ending and I heard the professor mention a quiz on Friday. Fuck, I thought. First week and I was about to bomb a quiz already. I'd missed the last lecture entirely.
I turned to the guy next to me, he had sort of shaggy brown hair and looked athletic like me and he'd been taking notes the whole class.
"Hey man, can I copy down some of your notes? I totally spaced out for the last hour.." I said, hoping he'd agree.
"Uh, yeah. Sure thing bro. Late night?" He asked, laughing.
"Not really, uh, practice was just.. pretty intense today.." I said, trailing off.
"I know your struggle, I'm on the Lacrosse team and I'm always sore as fuck after. You're Chase Ree, our best cornerback aren't you?" He asked.
"I am." I said, smiling.
"I'm Garrett. Look, I gotta go all the way across campus right after this. Wanna just meet up in the library in a couple hours?"
"Sure thing bro." I said, and we gave each other a little fist bump.
I gobbled down a couple pulled pork sandwiches and chugged some chocolate milk, started my Calc II homework. I really had to concentrate to buckle down with school. Normally I'd be cracking open a beer and heading to a party or something with my bros, but I had decided that I wanted to pursue the MBA track and needed to really beef up my GPA. I'd seriously blown off most of my classes the first year and half of college. I plugged in my headphones and started getting deeper into my homework when I felt someone behind me. I looked back to see Jeff with his shorts pulled down over his hairy ass right in my face. I pushed him a little and we cracked up laughing.
"Whatcha doin pussy?" He asked me, giving me a light punch to the shoulder.
"Not shit bro, Calc homework."
"Nice, wanna get some beers in a little bit?" He asked, making a beer chugging motion with his hand and grinning at me.
"I gotta meet up with a dude from my Stats lecture to get his notes" I said, already feeling like I might not be able to commit to my new, more studious lifestyle.
"Lame. Hit me up later" He said, putting in his headphones and heading out the door of the cafeteria.
I finished up and heading out into the evening sun, freeballing in my shorts and a tank top and backwards Longhorns cap. It was hot as fuck in August so I usually tried to wear as few clothes as possible. I walked up to the library and waited for a little bit, sitting on the bike rack. I played around on my phone for a while until I saw Garrett walking up.
"Sup Chase?" He said, grinning. We went inside and grabbed a table in the corner. We shot the shit for awhile, talking football and lacrosse. I started copying down some of his notes from the day I missed, he filled me in with some explanations. It was kind of strange, even though I'd just met Garrett we got along like old friends. He was more serious about school than I was, I gathered from some of his stories. It didn't seem like he was much for the party atmosphere either but we had a lot in common. We stayed in the library for a couple hours after I was done just talking about shit. His plan was law school after he finished his Sociology degree, he'd been rocking the lax stick since he was a kid, like me with football. He was also from Texas, from Houston.
"Wanna get a twelve pack and hit some golf balls off my roof?" He asked as we walked out of the library. I nodded and we headed off campus toward his apartment. We picked up some High Life and climbed up his fire escape, lining up the balls and whacking them into the empty lot next door. After three or four beers I started getting pretty silly, being the usual drunken clown that I am with my friends. Every time he bent over I poked his ass with the golf club and we kept cracking up about everything. He wasn't much of a drinker, he said, but I guess he was trying to keep up cause he was downing quite a few beers.
"Bro, I haven't downed six beers in a row since probably Freshman year.." Garrett said, grinning drunkenly.
"You gotta live more, man" I responded, raising my can. "Cheers"
"Cheers" He said, and we clanked our cans together. He took a seat next to me on the roof shingles. After another beer I took my shirt off, it was fucking hot as shit outside and I was sweating balls. Garrett did the same, smiling sort of shyly. He wasn't like my football bros were, he was more reserved and less crazy. But after seven beers, anything is possible for me. I stood up and whacked another ball off the roof. Garett stood up to and finished his beer.
"You ever streaked through the street before?" I asked him, thinking of an idea.
"I can't say that I have, no" He said, eyeing me skeptically. He turned around and looked back toward the case of beer and I reached over and pulled his shorts right down to his ankles in one quick swoop. His hands immediately covered his junk and we both cracked up laughing. He bent over to pull them up but I kept messing with him and poking him in the ass with the golf club. Finally he fell over onto the roof with his bare ass and I pinned him down, pulling his shorts and shoes off as he struggled and laughed. I stepped back and held his undies and shorts in my hand, waving them tauntingly. We were both laughing hysterically at this point.
"I said we were gonna go streaking" I repeated. I pulled my shorts and undies off too and picked all our clothes up and threw them off the roof and into the backyard. Garrett started cracking up and put his hands over his face, shaking his head.
"Dude, I need another beer for this" He said, tossing me one too.
"Now let's go get our clothes" I said.
I went down the fire escape ladder first, looking up to see Garrett coming down. I could see his cock and balls, his hairy gooch and asshole in full view as he climbed down. His butt cheeks moved back and forth as he climbed, his package swaying in the wind.
We reached the ground and I waved him to follow me as we ran down the block in the buff, the humid air making our bodies sweat. It was 3am at this point on a weeknight and there was no one around. As I ran and watched him run too my cock started swelling up a bit, getting semi-hard as it swung back and forth and kept hitting my legs as I ran. We ran back behind the row of apartment houses back toward Garrett's backyard. We were both sweating and out of breath. Garrett picked up his boxers but didn't put them back on.
"It's too fucking hot outside man, I'm gonna stay butt ass naked for now." I said, and he nodded in agreement.
We carried our clothes with us back to his roof. "Wanna get these beers and go inside?" He asked and I agreed. I picked up the case and we crawled into his window.
"My A/C is broken man, sorry. Landlord's supposed to fix it this week." He said.
"Ain't no big deal bro." I said, patting him on the back. We opened a couple windows and cracked open some beer in his kitchen, I got up and sat on his counter and Garrett sat on his kitchen table. My cock had stayed semi-hard and sitting there with my ass spread out on the counter I was getting hard as a rock.
Maybe it was the beer talking, but I said: "Sorry bro, he does what he wants" and grinned, pointing at my cock.
"It's cool, my little guy likes feeling the open wind too" He responded, and I looked down to see that his cock had grown a little too.
"Look bro, it's been a long day and it's been a few since I've jerked one out, you mind? I've been horny all day.." I asked him.
He grinned. "Not at all bro, have at it. I actually might join you if that's cool... No homo." He said and we both cracked up laughing.
Garrett got up and walked into his living room. We both sat down on his couch. He started fishing through the cushion and found the remote, turned on his TV and scrolled through the 900 channels until he landed on a porn. I sat there nursing my beer and stroking my cock.
"I've never jacked off with a dude before" He said, looking over at me.
"Me either. But hey, a guy has needs." I said and smiled. "You got some lube or something?"
He nodded walked into his room. I watched his hairy ass move back and forth as he walked. He came back with a bottle. We pressed play and started watching the porno, two chicks making out, taking off their clothes. Garrett lubed up his cock and started stroking, passing me the bottle. I lubed myself up too and knew I wouldn't last long. It was hot as fuck in his room and we were both sweating balls. I could smell it on us.
I played with my balls a little bit, my fingers rubbing near my gooch and ass. "You ever played with your ass while you jacked off before?" I asked him.
He shook his head. "I've heard it feels good though.." He said.
"Bro, you gotta try it." I said, and grabbed the lube.
I slid down on the couch and little and spread out my legs, putting them in the air. I rubbed some lube on my ass and started sticking my index finger in. Garrett looked over at me, still stroking his cock, and then put his legs in the air too.
"Start slow at first, just one finger, then add another" I said, my voice getting low and husky. I was so turned on I could barely even talk. It had been days since I'd cum.
I stuck my second finger up my ass, stroking more furiously. I noticed Garrett was hard as a fucking rock, stroking faster as his fingers were buried in his hairy butt. I put a third finger in my ass, digging as deep as I could and started feeling my balls tighten.
"I'm gonna.. blow.." I said and looked over at Garrett. We maintained eye contact as he nodded and we both blew our loads, hands up our butts, sweat dripping down our foreheads and chests. Garrett closed his eyes and moaned, whimpered almost, as ropes of jizz splashed across his abs, chest and face. I pumped as much as I could until I was covered too. We sat there, panting, covered in our own juice.
"Damn bro, you weren't fucking kidding. That felt amazing." Garrett said, out of breath. He looked over at me. "I think I came more than you" He added, grinning at me.
"You got some on your beard dude." I said, laughing. Garrett chuckled and got up, fetching a towel from his bathroom. We both dried ourselves off and sat on the couch, finishing our beers. We were still butt ass naked and sweating, the whole room stank of twenty year old boys, like ass, jizz, sweat and balls.
"Well Chase, I gotta say, this was an interesting fucking night." He said, grinning.
"Cheers man" I added, and we clanked our cans together.
At some point I passed out, waking up around dawn on Garrett's couch. He'd put a blanket on me at some point in the night. I got up and pissed, chugged some water and felt my hangover coming on pretty strong. I walked by his room and saw him face down on his bed, his naked ass sprawled out, snoring.
I laid back down and passed out again, deciding to miss morning practice, waking up around eleven thirty. Fuck, I immediately thought. I had my Statistics lecture at eleven, with Garrett actually. I got up and went into his room and smacked his naked butt. He stirred a little. I start smacking his butt cheeks, drumming on them until he turned over, groaning. His morning wood stuck straight into the air.
"Bro, we got class. Wake up" I said. He smiled, reaching up and smacking at me.
"I'm getting up" He moaned finally. I found my clothes on the roof but never found my shoes, I borrowed a pair of Garrett's and we walked through campus and into class. I nodded off twice during the lecture, Garrett took notes though, I figured I'd copy them later.
After class, Garrett and I walked out of the lecture hall and out into the quad. "Hey bro, I gotta get to another class but hey.. Let's hang out again." He said, smiling at me. I nodded and we did a little handshake, and parted ways.
I walked over to the gym and did an intense workout to make up for what I'd missed in practice. After lifting and doing some squats, I swam laps in the pool and then ran three miles on the track, showered, picked up my backpack and ate some lunch. I finally plugged in my phone. It had died at some point the night before. I had a text from Coach Dean that read where you at buddy? from 8am, during the practice I had decided to skip. I texted him back, overslept. sorry. and left it at that. I had so much school shit to do I couldn't even think about practice right now.
I found a quiet, hidden corner of the library and started studying, eventually falling asleep for an hour on top of my Calc II textbook. I felt something warm on my ear and woke up, looking over to see Duncan with his cock in my face. I swatted him away, groggy, him and Jeff standing there cracking up. "Taking a little nap?" Duncan asked.
"Yeah dude, I'm gonna fail like three tests this week if I don't learn all this shit.." I said, looking down at my book.
"Since when do give a shit about that?" Jeff asked, grinning.
I smiled back, "I don't know. I just need to get my GPA up for grad school."
"What'd you end up doing last night?" Duncan asked.
"Kicked it with this Lacrosse dude from my Stats class." I responded, remembering our late night wank session.
"Nice, nice. Alright man, well let us know if you wanna kick it later." Duncan responded, we all did our little handshake and they wandered off.
Later that night, I was still in the library pouring over my homework. I still hadn't even opened my Statistics notes. The sun had gone down long ago and I'd eaten trail mix from the vending machine for dinner. My phone vibrated in my pocket. It was Garrett.
"Just got some pizza, wanna study some stats?" It read.
I texted back: "Sure thing man, where u at?"
My place, get ur ass over here bro. He said. I smiled. I pulled together all my notebooks and walked out into the night, wandering off campus into Garrett's neighborhood. I scaled his fire escape and tapped on his window. I saw him emerge from his living room, grinning. He was shirtless, wearing only his basketball shorts. I could see his cock sway in his shorts and could tell he wasn't wearing anything underneath.
I downed like three slices and copied down his notes at his kitchen table. After an hour, I closed my textbook and rubbed my eyes. Garrett fished a couple brewskis from the fridge and we started kicking back, talking.
"Dude I'm fucking beat. I feel like I'm gonna pass out soon" I said, slowly nursing my beer.
"I feel ya bro, it's been a long ass day. I got a window unit for my room today though, it's a lot cooler in there. You're welcome to sleep in there if you want.. Just know, I sleep in the buff so you might see my naked ass in the morning" He said, chuckling.
"I know bro, I saw your naked ass this morning." I said, grinning at him.
We were both tired, it was after midnight. We got up, going into his room. I took off my shirt and dropped my shorts, feeling the A/C on my sweaty balls. Garrett chucked off his shorts and collapsed onto his bed and tossed me a pillow. I laid down on the floor and looked up at his ceiling, watching his fan move around and around in circles. The A/C rattled and squeaked, dripping down onto his floor a few inches from my head.
"Hey dude, you know, you can sleep up here if you want. There's plenty of room.." Garrett said, sitting up and looking down toward me.
"Thanks man, I would've woken up sore as fuck" I said, and crawled into his bed. I set an alarm for 6am. "I got practice in the morning bro so I'll be outta here super early" I added, laying on my stomach. Garrett was laying on his stomach next to me. We looked over at each other. I reached up and spanked his ass. "Thanks for letting me stay here man, I really appreciate it." I said.
"Anytime buddy, anytime." He responded, laughing. We both passed out.
The next morning I woke up to my alarm blaring, I hit snooze on my phone and looked over at Garrett. He was sound asleep, his boner sticking up into the air. I got up, trying not to wake him up. I put on my shorts and a t-shirt and grabbed my bag. On my way out I looked back in the room at him all sprawled out on the bed. I grabbed a sharpie from my backpack and wrote "Thanks man" on his arm in all caps, laughed a little to myself. Still asleep, he turned over onto his stomach. I drew a smiley face on his ass cheek. I left it at that, letting him off easy. My friends had covered me in sharpie before, drawing dicks on my face and everything. This was nothing.
I scaled down his fire escape and walked towards the stadium, the sun still coming up. There was hardly a soul around. All the lawns I walked through on my way were wet with dew. The chill in the air reminded me that summer had ended.
Coach Dean gave me a knowing smile when I walked in to practice, and we started warming up. I played hard, Coach really drilling me after I'd missed last practice. Nothing seemed weird between us, even though he'd rammed me up the ass in the shower the other day.
Afterwards in the locker room I changed out of my gear and wrapped a towel around my waist to head into the shower. Coach waved me into his office. I walked in and he closed the door behind me.
"Hey Chase, glad you made it today. You did great out there too, you really made up for all the slacking you've done.." Coach said, grinning a little bit at the end.
"Thanks Coach, I really tried to get my head back in the game" I said.
He put his hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "Well, I think you know what'll happen next time if you test me again" He said, giving me a sly smile.
He reached down my back, snaking his hand down under my towel and onto my ass. He grabbed my ass cheek and gave it a squeeze. We looked at each other. I let go of my towel. I leaned up against his desk and grabbed the corners, facing the wall. I spread my legs and stuck my ass out, arching my back and letting my ass cheeks spread. Behind me, Coach ran his hands slowly down my back, spreading my cheeks. He kneeled down behind me. I felt his warm breath on my ass as his facial hair rubbed on my crack. I spread my legs even more as he started licking my ass, sucking on my hole and rubbing his face up and down my crack. I moaned. He continued rimming me, harder and harder, my dick rock hard. He stood up and pulled down his shorts, his cock poking me in the ass. I pushed back on it, letting it go deeper and deeper. He moaned. I pushed back on his cock with my big, athletic ass until I could feel his pubes on my ass cheeks. Coach grabbed my hips and started pounding me, slamming his balls against me. My cock rubbed against the top of the desk as he pounded me. I was still covered in dirt and sweat from practice, now getting even sweatier in his hot, enclosed office. I felt him pull out of me and turned me around, pulling my head down toward his cock.
"Taste your ass Chase.." He whispered, moaning as I took his cock in my mouth. He started fucking my face, his balls slapping my chin as I took his cock down my throat. I stood back up and he stuck his dick back into my butthole, ramming me until precum was dripping from my cock onto his desk. He gave my ass a couple slaps and started pumping harder, unleashing his jizz in me. He moaned, breathing heavily down my neck. He pulled his dick out of my ass, pulling his shorts up.
"Thanks again buddy." Coach said, giving me a spank. "Now go get showered" He added. I looked back at him and grinned. I didn't even put my towel back on, just walked out into the locker room and into the shower with the boys.
That weekend I hung out with some of my bros, Duncan was there too and we all had a nice evening of our usual debauchery. We stayed up after everyone else, still getting wasted. We were at our buddy Jimmy's place, one of our teammates. He'd passed out though, so the two of us were standing in his kitchen drinking.
"Dude, let's find a sharpie and write all over Jimmy" Duncan suggested, and we gave each other a mischievous smile.
We looked all over for a sharpie unsuccessfully. I ended up in Jimmy's laundry room looking in the tubs he had above the washer and dryer. Duncan walked in to help me look, reaching up to one of the tubs on the top shelf. I was drunk and feeling pretty horny, so I reached over and grabbed his cock through his shorts. He looked over at me and smiled. Duncan reached over and grabbed mine, we were both free balling in our basketball shorts and getting hard as fuck. I leaned in and we kissed, then started making out furiously. I pinned him against the wall as our tongues explored each other's mouths, my hands down his shorts grabbing his ass. Duncan rubbed my cock, pulling my shorts down and stroking it, rubbing my balls in his other hand. I pulled his shorts down too, kissing his neck and chest and rubbing my naked body on is.
Duncan reached over and shut the door to the laundry room, then grabbed me roughly and started making out with me. We hadn't had each other in ages and were filled with an animalistic lust. I got on my knees and started sucking his cock and balls, Duncan grabbing my head and pushing me further onto his dick. I sucked up and down, licking the shaft up to the his head and back down. He moaned deeply. I turned him around, Duncan bent over the dryer and I started licking his hairy ass. I tongued his hole and licked from his balls to the top of his crack, making his ass wet. I kept digging my face deeper, breathing in the smell of his sweaty ass. I stood up and Duncan got onto his knees and took my dick into his mouth. He inhaled my cock, sucking it furiously. He looked up at me while he blew me and and we sort of grinned at each other.
Duncan turned around and bent over the dryer again, behind him I spread his cheeks and spit onto his butt, giving it one more lick before I started sliding my cock into him. Duncan moaned as my boner slid it's way into his ass, his hairy cheeks swallowing my cock whole. I fucked his ass up real good, pounding his butt as my balls slapped against his ass. He jerked off while I plowed him, my hands grabbing his shoulders as my bare cock thrust into his warm ass. Duncan arched his back and spread his butt cheeks, letting me get deeper and deeper.
We switched positions, Duncan guiding me to lie down on the floor. He stood over me, his cock rock hard. I reached up gave it a few strokes for him. Duncan bent down and sat on my face, his hole still wet and puckered from my cock ramming it. He sucked on my dick for awhile as I rimmed him, then got back up and squatted down onto my cock facing me. Beads of sweat were dripping from his muscular chest and abs as he bounced up and down on my long, thick cock.
"Ah, bro... I love your fat cock up my butt.." Duncan moaned, giving me a devilish grin as he slowly slid my cock as far up his ass as it would go. He went slow and deep, feeling every inch. I sat up and put my arms around him, kissing him. I picked him up and sat his ass on the dryer, his legs wrapped around my waist, as I pounded him. I knew I was close and started stroking his cock until we both were moaning loudly, jizz shooting from his cock and covering both of us as my load shot into his butt.
We stayed like that for a solid minute, catching our breath and looking at each other. Duncan leaned in and we kissed, a long deep kiss. I put my hands on either side of his face and held him there as I dug my tongue into his mouth. He put his arms around my neck and we hugged, grabbing each other tight. I smiled at him, Duncan smiling back. We cleaned up a little, cracked open some beers and passed out on the couch.
The next couple weeks went by in a blur of studying and football practice. I was at my apartment one night trying to make sense of my Calc II homework when I got a text from Garrett: what up bro
I responded, "not shit, u?"
"got some whiskey. wanna hang?" he texted back.
"sure thing bro." I replied.
I put on a tank top and some sneakers and walked out into the night. It was still hot as shit, even though it was almost eleven. I stopped and picked up a six pack of Schlitz and headed over to Garrett's. As per usual, I climbed his fire escape and tapped on his window. He was sitting on his couch playing Mario Kart in his gym shorts. He looked over and smiled, motioning for me to let myself in. I crawled in through his window and sat down next to him. He had an open bottle of Maker's Mark on his coffee table.
"Bro, it's hot as shit in here. Still haven't gotten that A/C fixed, huh?" I asked him. He shook his head.
"The one in my room stopped fucking working too." He said, taking a swig from the whiskey bottle. He passed it to me and I took a swig too.
"Damn dude, that blows." I replied. I took off my shirt.
We continued passing the bottle back and forth, played some Nintendo for awhile. I could see Garrett was getting pretty buzzed.
"Hey man, I gotta talk to you about something.." He said, taking a long pull of whiskey.
"Sure man, what's up?" I asked, cracking open one of the beers I brought.
"Ever since that night that we, ya know, whacked off, I've been playing with my ass a lot.." He said, looking a little embarrassed. I could tell he had to drink himself to the point where he had the courage to talk about this with me.
"Hey bro, that's totally cool man. I stick all kinds of things up my ass when I jack off" I said, smiling and giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
"Really dude? Like what?" He asked, looking surprised.
"Ah, shit. A couple times a cucumber" I said, not wanting to tell him much beyond that.
"A cucumber? Damn dude, did it hurt?" He asked.
"Nah bro, it felt awesome. You should try it" I said.
"Well, I actually bought a, uh, dildo yesterday. I just haven't tried it yet.." He said, laughing.
I took a hard drink from the bottle. "Go get it bro, let's see it" I said, smacking his ass as he got up.
Garrett emerged from his room with a nice sized, skin colored dildo. He sat down next to me and tossed it in my lap.
"Whatdya think?" He asked me. I picked it up.
"Looks like a dick, bro" I said, slapping him in the face with it. We both laughed and he wrestled it out of my hand. We passed the bottle between us some more, eyeing the dildo on the coffee table. I decided to be brave and get this ass party started.
I stood up and dropped my shorts. "Let's fill up our butts man, come on" I said, both of us laughing. Garrett slid his shorts off too and we sat there butt naked. I grabbed the dildo and some lube off the coffee table, lubing up the dildo.
"Want me go to first?" I asked. Garrett nodded.
The bottom of the dildo had a suction thing on it so I stuck it on the coffee table, sticking straight up. My dick had started getting hard. Garrett watched me as I rubbed some lube on my ass. I could see his dick was waking up too. I stood above it and started sitting down on it, slowly sliding it up my butt. Damn, it felt good. It was big too and wide too, like the cucumber was. I moaned. My cock perked up real fast, I started stroking it and bouncing up and down on it. It was slamming into my prostate just right, too. I felt like I might cum any second.
"Bro, you gotta try this.. I'm about to blow.." I said. Garrett took a swig off the whiskey bottle and grinned. I pulled the dildo out of my ass and sat on the couch. Garrett stood over it, rubbing some lube on his butt too. He rubbed a little more lube on the dildo where my ass had just been, he didn't seem to care though.
"You gotta get a little hard too, it'll relax your butt muscles" I said. He nodded.
Garrett tugged a couple times at his cock, getting it hard. He slowly sat down on the dildo, his eyes closed. He let out a moan as he sat further down. Immediately his cock hardened, sticking straight out.
"I need a better view" I said, both of us chuckling. I got up and sat on the floor behind Garrett. I sipped my beer and watched his ass go up and down on the giant dildo.
"Damn bro, look at you go. You're a natural" I said, making us both laugh again.
"It feels.. so good.." He said, panting as he gave his ass a good pounding. He started stroking his cock with increasing speed, and I watched as his hairy, sweaty ass muscles tightened around the dildo as ropes of jizz flew out of his cock. He moaned deeply, grunting as every drop of cum exploded from him.
"Woah dude, that was fucking awesome." He said, wiping sweat from his forehead and pulling the dildo out of his ass. He tossed it over to me. "Your turn" He added, grinning.
I got up and suctioned it to his wall, about a foot off the ground. He wiped the jizz off him with a towel and opened a beer, watching me. I bent over on all fours in front of the dildo and backed my athletic butt into it.
Garrett walked over stood above me, sipping his beer butt ass naked and watching me ride the dildo we'd been sharing. It was getting me going, I knew I wouldn't last long. I started jacking myself, ramming my ass with the dildo until sweat started dripping down my lower back and I came all over Garrett's floor, moaning and sliding the dildo deeper and deeper into myself.
"Damn dude, who the fuck knew that guys could enjoy this so much?" Garrett asked as I collapsed on the floor on my back, my cock sticking up.
"I don't know but I'm sure glad we found out about it" I said and we both cracked up.
I cleaned off my jizz-soaked pubes and wiped his floor. We sat down on the couch again.
"Cheers" Garrett said.
"Cheers" I replied, clanking beer cans together. We sat there, butt naked and played video games for a couple hours, patting each other on the back and slapping each other's knees, chugging liquor and beer and enjoying what it meant to be bros.
Chapter 5 coming soon!