Tight End for Wide Receiver

TIGHT END FOR WIDE RECEIVER Part 2

• • • • • • • • • • Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional. Use condoms in real life, even if you are just sucking dick. Any similarities to actual persons, places, events or situations is purely coincidental.

This chapter continues the story from Mikey's point-of-view. - - - - - - - - - -

The drinks were flowing freely and the music was pounding deep bass. Hip-hop. Reggae. Dancehall. Even some Afrobeats. Our frat house parties were always lit. Narcissus Neons' frat parties were expected to be good. We had a reputation to uphold.

"Yo, Mikey! Wassup, boy?" my teammate, Darius, greeted.

"Chillin'. You know how I do."

"Aight. But...uh, I'll catch you lata," he said, eyeing a full-figured young woman in a tight dress across the room. I chuckled. That was right up Darius' alley.

I had been standing by the doorway, taking in the action. Basically people watching. It wasn't that I was a wall-flower. It was simply that straight parties weren't my thing. I needed to take a leak anyway, so I gratefully excused myself from the vulgar sight of guys and gals grinding on each other. After relieving myself I splashed water on my face and looked myself in the mirror. I was a good-looking guy: dark- skinned, standing 6'1 and 210 lbs. I let my shoulder length dreads loose from the rubber band once my face was dry. The Neons were my team. They were my frat. But I hated having to pretend to be straight.

I returned to the party and poured myself a vodka mix, my favorite beverage. I saw Dre standing across from me, chatting to some bitch. I nodded but he looked away. He was still with that shit. After that night we fucked, I thought we'd be closer but Dre seemed either confused or he was simply a self-centered bisexual. He'd play cool with me on the field and in the locker room but ignored me all other times. I knew I shouldn't have fucked with him but when I'd caught him jerking off to gay porn, I couldn't help myself. At least he was smart enough not to try to out me to the others.

"Hey, you're Mikey Larsen, right? You play wide receiver," someone said. I turned my head and saw the vision of perfection.

His name was Simon Mwanza. Father Kenyan, mother African-American. I thought I was a good-looking dark-skinned dude but Simon was a god sculpted of the deepest ebony. He was my height but almost ten pounds lighter, and a member of the Narcissus Knights; our collegiate wrestling team. He looked damned good in his close-fitting shirt and snug jeans.

"Yeah, that's me," I grinned.

"I'm a big fan of the Neons. I saw you at practice the other day. You've got good hands."

"Thanks. You're not too bad on the mat either."

"You like wrestling?"

"It's cool. I mean, if it's a really interesting match I'll watch it."

"So my matches are interesting?" he asked with a smile.

"Maybe," I replied, sensing something was up. He leaned back against the wall, his thumbs hooked into the waistband of his jeans.

"Maybe I find your practices interesting too," he said, licking his lips. Damn! This dude was looking me over like I was steak fresh off the grill. I'd have been lying if I'd said I wasn't looking at him the same way.

"I kinda hate these parties anyway. Wanna go somewhere and talk?"

"Sure," he smirked. "Anywhere with you."

I led the way upstairs. I ushered him into my room and locked the door behind me. I turned around and his face was next to mine.

"You don't waste time, do you?" I asked as he gripped my waist.

"Glad you noticed," he said. He leaned in halfway and I met him. His lips felt good and my dick was rock-hard. I moaned. He had already zipped down my jeans and was fishing my erection from my boxer-briefs.

"You have a beautiful dick," he whispered between kisses.

I fumbled trying to unbutton his close-fitting jeans. He did the job for me and placed my hand on his throbbing manhood. Fuck! His dick wasn't much longer than my own 8 inches but it was much thicker. Like me, he was uncircumcised. I pushed back the foreskin and gently teased beneath the head. He gasped and a pearl of precum oozed onto my fingers.

"Damn!" I exclaimed before falling to my knees and swallowing his dick.

"Shit," he cussed, thrusting his hips forward so I could swallow his full length. I buried my nose in his low-shaved pubes then retreated, focusing on the head. He was leaking precum like crazy. He pushed me off. "I don't want to cum yet."

We stripped naked then got into 69 position, me on top. I sunk my nose into his balls while fucking his face. After a moment, he repositioned me so he could eat my ass and let me tell you, he knew how to eat ass! I could barely focus on sucking his dick with the way he was tongue-fucking me. He pulled me back and I sat full on his face; my dick throbbing while he sucked on my hole like it was his last meal.

"Ready to get fucked?" he asked, finally taking a break from eating me out.

I was more than ready. I reached into my bedside drawer and pulled out the lube. I smeared some over his dick then got into squat position. I was still a newbie at bottoming but after my experience with Dre, I had learned it was easier if I controlled the initial entry.

"Fuck, Simon," I complained.

His dick really was quite thick, even the head. It took me a minute to work myself down on that fat mushroom but finally I felt it push past my sphincter. The rest of the shaft was easier to take, though it still hurt the way it was stretching my ass open.

"Take your time," Simon advised, knitting his arms behind his head, "I can stay hard for hours."

"Whatever. You better enjoy this ride."

"Oh trust me, I am. Your ass feels so good on my dick right now. Try riding a little faster."

Simon didn't try to force me. He let me get accustomed to his dick and, once I was nice and loose, I really started enjoying myself; forcing the full length of his fat shaft inside me. It was the best feeling in the world. My ass tingled and felt so warm and wet, plus knowing he was inside of me bareback made it so much better. My dick had regained its full erection and my slick precum coated his abs.

"You ready to get fucked now?" he repeated.

"However you want me."

I was shocked when he stood straight up with me in his arms, turned around and lay me down on the bed. He leaned over me, hooked my knees over his shoulders and proceeded to fuck the hell out of me. All that without his dick leaving my hole. His thrusts were deep and powerful but not violent. He was hitting my spot just right, and I felt like I was going to cum. I pulled his face to mine and kissed him.

"You're gonna make me cum," I breathed.

"Then cum. And I'll make you cum, again and again, and again," he whispered, each word emphasized by a deep hard thrust. He picked up the pace, working my guts with that big hard dick of his.

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna nutt!" I groaned. Suddenly, my dick was spurting hot cream all over my chest and abs.

"That's it. Bust that nutt, Mikey," he said, continuing to fuck me at the same steady pace. Once my dick stopped shooting he pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach. "Now it's my turn to nutt," he whispered in my ear.

He forced his fat dick back inside me and I bit into the pillow to muffle my moans as he resumed fucking. His dick was entering me at a different angle that felt oh-so-fucking-good. I pushed back onto his thrusts. He pulled my locks aside and sucked on my neck, pounding me harder and faster, his skin slapping mine.

"You want me to cum? You want me to nutt all up in your ass, Mikey?"

"Yes, Simon! Fucking breed me!"

A few more pounding thrusts then he cried out, deep and powerful; shoving his dick as far up in me as he could. I bit into the pillow again, moaning to the sensation of his dick pulsing inside me; planting his seed just where I wanted it: as deep as possible. Our lips met, both of us panting; Simon slowly churning his fat dick inside of me to some sensuous African rhythm in his head.

"So are you vers?" he asked. We were resting side by side, basking in the afterglow of good sex; the pounding bass of the party downstairs faint and distant.

"I suppose. I considered myself a top before but I'd always been curious about bottoming."

"I'm your first?"

"No. Sorry to disappoint you."

"I'm not. I'm glad I'm not your first. My dick might have frightened you otherwise."

"Now you're bragging," I laughed. "But why'd you ask if I was vers?"

"You've got a nice dick, and I'm fully versatile so I was hoping I'd get to feel you inside me sometime."

"Sure, I'll fuck you but right now, I want your fat dick up my ass."

Simon was exactly who and what I needed. He seeded me a total of three times that night. Afterward, we cuddled and I experienced the soundest sleep I'd ever had.

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