The Arrogant Jock

George sat naked in the small room, door ajar and loud music permeating the air. He had finished his meeting that morning and had planned to take advantage of his time in the city by spending the afternoon at the club. He had arrived about 1:30 pm, a time one guy said was to "catch the end of the lunch bunch" just before they headed back to their offices.

He had been to the club several times before but it wasn't a regular habit as it was for some of the attendees. In fact, it had probably been a year or more since he had been there. Still, not much had changed: guys continued to walked the halls checking out the contents of the small cubicle-like rooms, looking for just the right connection. It had always baffled George at the attitude of many who acted like they weren't there for the main purpose...sex!

George usually had no problem in making a connection. At just under six feet tall, 165 pounds and in his early 40s, he did pretty well in keeping himself in good physical shape through continued exercising though he certainly would not categorize himself as a jock. On the sexual side of things, he was mostly oral, enjoying kissing, stroking, body contact, getting sucked and even learning to reciprocate as having been "taught" by a fuck-buddy a few years ago. He was more top if it went there but had been fucked a few times before, mainly depending on the chemistry with his partners. Maybe it was the infrequency of his ventures out that created a personal intensity that seemed to satisfy both him and his partners. Others had exclaimed how good he was though he didn't give that much thought, attributing their comments to just the usual B/S.

He also was surprised that, at the few and distant times he had been to the club, he often saw one or more guys who he had seen there before, some he had even hooked up with. They used the club as their regular sexual outlet rather than a one-time venture like himself. Maybe they needed the anonymity of the environment or the ego-positioning until a connection could be made.

George had showered and returned to his room, sort of laying down on the sheet-covered bed, propped up against the back wall with a diet coke in his hand. He kept the light down as the glow from the sex-tape running on the monitor was enough to dimly illuminate the room. Several guys had walked by and glanced in his room. He had learned the procedure of eye-contact...without such, the person usually just went on by. Admittedly, there were a couple of guys he had seen when he walked the hallways earlier that were attractive to him but he would wait and see what, if anyone, connected in his room. Your own room is your own control.

From the positioning of the hall light, he could see the shadows of approaching guys. He learned to glance at the passing guy and quickly avert his eyes if the person was fat, old or seemingly weird. However, he would admit that he had had some encounters with older and heavier guys that were damn good. Don't always judge a book by it's cover, he told himself, though often the cover is a good indication of the content!

George prepared to look quickly as an approaching shadow indication someone was coming down the hallway. The guy slowed down, glanced in and stopped, his full body silhouetted right in front of the doorway. George sort of jerked as his eyes widened -- there was this muscular jock guy standing right there. This guy had an incredible body, exceeding George's mental rating scale of 1-10 (most were 6-8) with a few in the exceptional categories of demi-god and god. This guy was definitely in the "god" category. He was probably a few years older than George but had a natural athletic body that had been enhanced though years of weight training and conscious diet. He had great legs that carried an incredible, muscular ass up to a slim waist and ridged, flat stomach leading to the coveted v-tapered chest and back. His thick arms showed the results of many curls. He was one who was coveted by all and forgotten by none!

The two locked eyes as George almost quit breathing. The guy rubbed his growing cock through the towel tucked around his waist and stared. George didn't move nor give any indication other than to return the eye-contact. No words, smiles or nods of the head were exchanged. Suddenly the guy moved forward into George's room, shut the door quietly and dropped his towel. It was like seeing Michelangelo's David come alive!

The guy (who we'll call Tom) eased up to George and held his hardening cock straight out. George's eyes followed two rock-hard pecs down the ridges of his stomach to that growing piece of meat, the head beginning to glisten with pre-cum. He put down his soda and slid down lower on the bed. Tom simply fed his cock into George's willing mouth.

George's reaction began to take over as he felt the heat of that semi-soft flesh enter his mouth. He swirled his tongue over that growing cock-head. He reached up to gently stroke a beautiful pair of shaved balls as he began to suck even more of that hardening dick. He pulled off and began licking that slick shaft, feeling Tom's body heat begin to fill the room. He returned Tom's cock to his mouth and began sucking with a ferocity that verified his long lapse in encounters.

George heard just the slightest moan as Tom began to fuck into his mouth and throat. George took it easily as his hand cupped around Tom's slick cock, jacking it while his tongue rolled around the cock-head. He leaned up a bit and forced his mouth and throat all the way down that throbbing piece of meat. Tom jerked and the pleasure surged through his muscles. He reached down and pulled George's head even deeper onto his cock, fucking into his throat.

After a few seconds, George pulled away and gasped for air as Tom's rigid cock bounced like a steel spring. Tom pushed him flatter on the bed and then straddled his head, one knee on the bed and one leg standing on the floor. Then he began to rhythmically fuck into George's throat, pulling back quickly at the first indication of gagging.

George hungrily swallowed every inch of that pounding meat. As Tom stroked down his throat, George reached up to pinch Tom's nipples, eliciting more moans of pleasure. Tom reached for the small bottle of poppers on George's table and took a deep breath. As the acrid fumes hit his body, he leaned forward and simply fucked Gorge's throat like an open hole. By this time, George was able to take all of Tom's seven inch cock completely down his throat without gagging. When Tom would thrust deep, George would even press forward to crush into his pubes and then tighten his throat around that intrusive member, a trick his buddy had taught him. That trick worked as Tom was losing control, his body pouring sweat, his muscles tensing in sexual conquest.

George reached back to hold on to those two muscular cheeks as he forced that stiff rod down a willing throat. Tom was holding onto the wall as he pinned George's head between his powerful thighs, fucking his cock down that open chute. Then something happened....perhaps it was a shot of poppers or George's throat-tightening trick...the slow sexual rumble gained speed. Tom yelled out, as he emptied his spurting cock far down George's throat. He pulled back quickly as George gasped air but just as fast rammed his cock back down that sperm-covered throat to finish what he had started. George stayed with him, feeling that plunger repeatedly raping his throat.

Finally, a wave of calm began to replace the previous uncontrolled desire. Tom slid his cock out of George's gasping mouth, both bodies radiating heat and pouring sweat. Tom stood up unsteadily as he gained control of his glistening body. George looked up, dazed. Tom, still breathing heavily, wrapped his towel around his waist and opened the door. As the fresher hall air poured into the small sex-scented room, Tom glanced at George and walked away without even a nod, much less a comment.

George lay there for a minute feeling the cooler air flow over his body and breathing it deeply into his lungs. Then he smiled as he ran the "mental tape" of the last few sexually-charged minutes with Tom's cock down his throat. He knew what Tom was thinking: that he had conquered another adoring queer. But what Tom didn't know was that George, implanting the memory of an incredible blow-job that he would not forget, simply moved on. Arrogance and conceit began to crumble when desire dissipates. As Tom thought of George as a willing piece of meat, George looked at Tom as a beautiful -- but easily replaceable -- body, and a temporary one at that. Substance without meaning is just that.

George reached for his diet cock, took a swig and leaned back against the wall. He looked up and smiled at the slender Hispanic guy looking in the doorway. He gave an indication with his head and the young guy walked in and shut the door.

Part II

George had another opportunity to complete a city-meeting with a client by noon and decided to hit the club again. It had been several months since he had been there. He quickly went through the same routine -- or at least it was for him -- by showering, walking the halls to see who was there. He stopped in his tracks as he saw that dynamite jock coming out of a room, wrapping his towel around his slim waist and heading to the shower. George figured he had just taken down some smitten guy who felt privileged to have had such an incredible body. George smiled to himself and continued cruising the hallways, checking out the open rooms as he made his way back to his room.

He got back to his cubicle room and popped open a diet coke. He had laid everything out on the small shelf: poppers, condoms, lube, mouthwash. He lay back with his door open to see who might show interest or interest him. Several guys walked by, some looking straight ahead but at the last minute glancing into the room, others staring into the room hoping to affix George's averted eyes. Nothing really clicked. One older guy simply barged into his room, sat down on his bed and began rubbing George's leg. George thanked him but told him he needed some time to recover. The guy left without feeling offended.

George was actually looking down at the shelf of items when he sensed someone in the doorway. He looked up and there was the jock, his beautiful body silhouetted against the hall lights. He wasted no time this time and moved into George's room, shutting the door and dropping his towel. His cock was half hard as he stroked it in front of George.

George stood up and slid his hands up the muscular torso to the two taunt nipples. As he tweaked each one, he kissed the jock, not an introductory kiss but a passionate, hard kiss with a probing tongue. He could feel the jock tense up in surprise that he wasn't in control...yet. They continued to seemingly devour each with passionate kisses, probing tongues and hands roving over moistening bodies.

George turned Tom around and gently pushed him down on the bed. He slid over the top of him and continued to shower Tom with hot kisses that were passionately returned. George rotated his body over the magnificent body beneath him, the growing heat and sweat reducing any friction. He held the wrists of his muscular arms over his head and roughly dragged his fingernails down the inside of his bicep, across his armpit and down the side to his waist. The guy was beginning to go out of control.

George forced open Tom's legs and slide down to slowly trace the furry trail from his belly-button down to his crotch. Yet he didn't suck his cock but continued letting his tongue build up the hunger in all those sensitive places. Tom moaned as he felt his nipples being crushed and his balls being licked.

After a few prolonged seconds of this ecstasy, George moved to that throbbing cock before him and sucked the entire length down his throat in one motion. Tom moaned loudly and thrust his stiff rod upward to plunge as deep down that hot throat as his memory reminded him. George held on and just buried his head in Tom's crotch, sucking every inch of that beautiful cock down his throat. Tom gripped the sides of the bed as George began to unleash his learned magic. He massaged Tom's cock with his throat through an exchange of relaxing and tightening maneuvers. He pulled up for air but kept that magnificent cock-head in his mouth, his tongue swirling around it as he jacked that saliva-covered shaft. He stroked his shaved balls and twisted them just enough to mix a low-level pain with the splendid sensation being inflicted on his cock. Tom was going wild.

George raised up from his crouched position between Tom's legs just long enough to hand Tom the poppers from the shelf. Tom needed no instruction and as he inhaled deeply, George slid Tom's muscular legs over his shoulders. As he began sucking again, and the poppers started raging through Tom's body, George got his finger slick with excess saliva and gently began to insert it into Tom's ass. With the sucking sensation and the poppers effect, Tom barely noticed the invasion until George started massaging his prostate as he sucked. Tom did go wild now.

George would swirl his tongue around the slick cockhead and as he pushed that rock-hard shaft down his throat he would press on Tom's prostate, that magic male spot that enhances feeling. Tom was being pulled into the uncontrollable pleasure mode. His body quivered with anticipation as George would go down his cock. He held George's head between his muscular thighs, his glistening calves slung over George's shoulders, giving him full access to his hole. Tom unconsciously began to move around on George's inserted finger, positioning it for maximum stimulation. George complied on both.

Tom continued to inhale the poppers, letting the waves of pleasure surge through his body. George inserted two fingers now and Tom responded by arching his back to seemingly beg for more. Control and inhibitions were gone now.

George pulled back and let Tom's spring-loaded cock slap against his stomach. He pushed Tom's muscular legs even higher which lined up his hole with his George's rock-hard cock which he had been stroking. In one quick motion he pushed his cock deep inside Tom's hole, causing him to scream out in pain. George held tight and with Tom in that position, not much could be done. A couple of stroke in and out and the pain quickly turned to pleasure. George was faintly aware that Tom was thrusting up his ass to meet George's strokes. And "faintly" was a good definition as George was almost overcome by the pleasure of Tom's tight and hungry hole.

George pushed Tom's legs back further which opened his hole for an unresistant reaming. He rotated his cock, deeply churning his insides. Though Tom had never noticed, George's cock was a thick seven inches, somewhat larger than his own. As George rammed in again, he leaned over and kissed Tom which was returned with a passion that may have shocked them both. For several more minutes, George long-dicked Tom's hole, almost pulling out to slam the full length back deep inside. Tom was moaning now and sweat made both of their bodies hot and slick.

George pulled his cock out of Tom's ass with a soft plop and dropped those muscular legs from his shoulders. In a husky but commanding voice, George said, "I'm not through. Get on all fours." Obediently, Tom unsteadily rolled over and assumed an all-four position, his head buried in the thin pillow but his ass pointed in the air, waiting. He didn't have to wait long as George positioned his slick cock at Tom's well-fucked hole and rammed in again. Tom moaned and arched his back but didn't try to pull away. George slid the poppers back into Tom's hand and waited until he was sure Tom had inhaled deeply. Then he began to fuck like a maniac!

It was like George had never fucked before! He stroked his hard cock back and forth in that well-fucked hole, crushing his pubic hair as he rammed every millimeter of cock deep inside. Then he bunny-fucked with short intense little strokes, letting the internal sphincters feel the pressure of George's cockhead. Tom unconsciously arched his ass upward to beg for more. And more George gave him as he crouched with his legs over each side of Tom's waist, his cock literally buried to the deepest. Tom moaned loudly and sucked more of the acrid fumes of the poppers to either enhance or blunt the terrific pounding his ass was receiving.

Holding onto Tom's muscular back, George rotated his cock deep inside that hot ass, pulling back only to slam back in deeply, riding up to drive into hard prostate. Tom was now a muscular receptacle for George's hungry cock. His ass was being ravaged!

George fucked Tom in every position he could. As Tom literally collapsed on his stomach after enduring the endless pounding, George rode that muscular ass like a cowboy, continually ramming his cock into that open hole. He pulled Tom on his side with his muscular ass pointing toward the open side of the bed. Then he held Tom's leg up and entered again, striking new spots that had not yet been battered by his pounding cock. In this position, Tom began to stroke his own hard cock, giving him a double sensation.

While this kind of activity seems not to be measured in time, George must have been fucking Tom for about 20 minutes, a considerable time to expend that much energy. Tom's hole began to tightened around George's cock and he began to audible groan at the impending climax. This in itself, triggered the nuclear explosion that George had been holding back, but could no longer. Both bodies yelled out -- hopefully drowned out by the loud music -- as two massive sexual climaxes hit simultaneously. Tom fired multiple spurts of cum right against the wall as his chute was coated with a huge load from George's throbbing cock.

George continued to fuck into Tom's battered hole but this time more slowly. Finally, the sexual release commanded the relaxation of those body parts which just a few seconds ago were violent in their attack. George gently pulled his softening cock out of Tom's hole. Tom stood up slowly and unsteadily, his body glistening with sweat in the soft light, his fast breathing slowly recovering. George picked up Tom's towel, handed it to him and opened the door, letting a wave of fresh air surge into the hot room. Two guys who appeared to have been listening at the slatted door quickly moved away down the hall. "That was damn good," George said as he held open the door. Tom looked dazed and sort of stumbled out. George shut the door, lay back on the damp bed and closed his eyes.

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