Basketball Jock and Prof, Chapter 22

Just sent in the newest chapter of basketball jock and prof. The timeline will not follow real time anymore. For the last few chapters, I'll need to slow things down. Hope you enjoy it.

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Basketball Jock and Prof, Chapter 22
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"You know, we've gotten kind of tame." Mike said to me. We'd just finished fucking, in our bedroom, which is the normal way we do it nowadays.

"We've been busy. We're planning a wedding. You've got a new job." I said.

Mike and I had been at a dinner party earlier that evening and someone had asked each couple about their wildest sexual encounter. Mike and I had played it safe and mentioned having sex in public. The other couples had told fairly vanilla stories, while we both thought of our “Best of” list. I'd been fucked by Mike's teammates, throat-fucked in a bathroom at a banquet, degraded by a baseball player. Fuck, I'd even knelt in front of Mike and let him piss on me in a public park.

Most of that seemed to be firmly in our past. Plans for the wedding had taken over both of our lives. The ceremony was simple enough, but we had friends flying in from all over the country. The big day was only a month away, and we were swamped with logistical details. Earlier that week we had actually gone an entire day without having sex, which was virtually unheard of for us.

"You used to be such a slut." Mike said. "If I put you within ten feet of one of my buddies, you'd start drooling."

"I'm still a slut," I said, biting down on one of his nipples, "you used to set that stuff up. You're getting lazy."

"I guess I didn't know if you still wanted to play, you know, after the engagement," he said.

"C'mon, we talked about that." I said. Mike and I had discussed monogamy once, for about thirty seconds. While neither of us was comfortable with the other hunting for tricks on his own, we were both ok with playing around as a couple.

"Yeah, I'm probably just lazy." Mike said back.

He stood up, stretched out, and walked to the bathroom. His soft cock hung heavy between his legs. I almost found it sexier when he was soft. There was something natural about the way he looked when he didn't have a big rod jutting out in front of him. I heard him take a piss, and then he came back. His dick wasn't soft anymore.

"What's up with that?" I asked while looking at his dick. "You want more?"

"I was just thinking about something." Mike said as he crawled into bed.

A few days passed. Then one evening I got a text from Mike asking me pick him up at a local park. Since finishing school, Mike had made friends with a group of gay guys close to his age. Though he hadn't been in the closet, Mike was pretty quiet about his sexuality. The last few months, he'd branched out a little bit. They played a pickup game most Sunday afternoons at a park on the edge of town. Mike had run to the park to warm-up his legs, but didn't want to run home. The park was huge; a mix of basketball courts, baseball diamonds, and soccer fields.

Mike waved at me and motioned for me to get out of the car. I did, and was thankful that I'd bothered to put on a clean shirt. Despite spending a lot of time with Mike and his friends, I was always intimidated by them. Hanging out with the cool kids was not something I had a lot of experience with, and they were all young and hot as hell.

The guys formed a half circle around me as I stepped onto the court. Mike stood nearest, still dribbling the basketball. It thudded ominously. I took a quick look at who he was hanging out with. Both guys were well over six feet tall.  Brady, probably his best bud lately, had blond hair but it was cut high and tight. He had a thick body, not the kind you usually see on the basketball court, but very well built. His chest and arms were developed and his waist was tight. He clearly spent a lot of time in the gym. The other guy, Austin, was a hunky Latino. I'd seen him around before and had a minor crush on him. He had cropped black hair, smooth dark skin, and an angular face. His body was lean and well defined. He didn't have a lot of extra muscle, but every ounce was visible. I'd seen him play Mike one-on-one before, and he was fast and scrappy on the court. He could run circles around Mike, who valued muscle mass over speed lately.

As my eyes passed over Austin's body, I noticed a visible bulge in his basketball shorts. He had a serious semi, and the thin fabric didn't leave much to the imagination. Just as I became aware that I was staring, he noticed. He grabbed his cock and squeezed it a little.

"Mike was just telling us that you've been complaining about your sex life." Brady said. He stepped forward. There was something menacing about the way the guys were surrounding me. "He said you were looking to spice things up."

I glanced at Mike and then at Austin. They looked hungry - like a pack of wolves.

"Well . .. uh . . ." I stammered, "We've been busy and everything."

"He says you blame him." Brady said.

"I didn't blame him, I just said . . "

Mike interrupted me, "I'm pretty sure you told me that you're still a slut and that its my job to find you cock."

"You're fucking kidding me." I said. I looked at the two guys, both of whom were groping themselves. Clearly, they'd been promised some action.

I felt the familiar pull between maintaining my dignity and the irresistible tingling in my dick. Let's face it, the chance to play around with three twenty-somethings doesn't come up often. I loosened my stance and gave my dick a quick squeeze. Austin, the Latin stud, winked at me.

"Mike's told us all about the shit you two get into. We're more than happy to join in." Brady said.

"They're willing to do anything to help a loving couple out." Mike said as he stepped closer to me.

"Yeah, we wouldn't want a hot couple like you to break up because the sex went bad." Austin said. "Plus, I want to see if what Mike tells us about you is true."

I turned to Mike, embarrassed. When all of his friends were straight, I assumed that our sex life probably didn't interest them. It never occurred to me that he was talking about sex with this new group of guys. It made sense, I talked about Mike with my friends.

Mike grinned, "They don't believe me when I tell them how hot you get for my body. They say I'm making it up." He turned back to his friends. "It's true though. The sweatier I am the harder his cock gets. One night after a big game he licked every inch of my body."

I could feel my face growing red and knew I was blushing badly. What Mike said was true. I had a thing for strong, young guys, especially when their bodies were slick with sweat, the testosterone and musk rising from their skin. Just standing there, I could smell Mike's body. His pits were ripe. He hadn't used deodorant because he had this moment in mind. He would use his hot, hairy pits like a magnet to draw me in. They were my kryptonite.

The silence seemed to last forever before Mike stepped toward me. "Why don't you show them, Prof?" he said.

I glanced around quickly. There was a guy walking his dog far off in the distance. The sun was just beginning to set. Mike raised his arm and his course hair stuck out. I couldn't help myself and dove in.

My tongue connected with his torso, and I ran it up over his ribcage. When I got to his pit I breathed in deeply before running my tongue through his hair. The smell was fresh and sharp. His sweat hadn't had time to turn sour. My mouth filled with his salty taste as he brought his arm down around my skull and locked me in. As I moved my face around Mike pressed his body against mine. He used my hair like a towel, wiping the moisture off of his body. I kissed at whatever piece of skin I could, feeling his hard muscles contract underneath my lips.

When Mike released me the cold air hit my skin. I breathed in deeply. Mike grabbed me by the front of my hair and pulled my head back. He was just tall enough to make me feel like he towered over me.

"You like that Prof?" he asked.

I opened my mouth and Mike took the hint. He spit right into it and then planted his lips on mine. We swapped his spit and wrestled with our tongues before he pulled away. He sucked on my lower lip and finally let it go with a pop.

"You want the other one?" Mike asked.

I glanced over at Austin and Brady. They were both rubbing their cocks and staring at the two of us. Whatever embarrassment I had been feeling was long gone."Yes." I said.

Mike pushed me away. "I promised Austin and Brady you'd give them the VIP treatment." Mike said, "Do that, and maybe I'll let you sniff me some more."

Mike shoved his hand down his pants, rooted around a little bit, and then pulled it back out. He shoved his fingers into my face. I breathed in quickly and smiled before sucking his fingers into my mouth. The scent of his sweaty dick and balls, his slightly ripe cock, and wet skin was almost too much for me.

"If you impress my friends, you might even get some of that." he said.

I looked around again. Austin advanced on me and put an arm around my neck. His body was wet, but he smelled spicy and clean. "Follow me," he said. "Let's see if you like dick as much as Mike claims you do."

We walked behind maintenance building. The place was deserted and the small structure gave us more than enough cover. Austin shoved me up against the wall and began to feel my body. He was rough, grabbing my pecs and arms while pushing me around. He moved his hand onto my head and pulled at my hair. My head rolled around. Brady came and stood beside him. Soon his hands were on my body as well. I looked over at Mike out of the corner of my eye. He mouthed the word "slut."

"You're kind of a stud." Brady said as he felt up my chest. "Which one of us do you want first?"

Before I could answer he pulled my face against his chest. His nipple was hard, and I took it into my mouth, sucking him through the fabric of his shirt. He moaned and his hand went down to my cock. He squeezed me, and I whimpered a little bit.

"Austin's got a bigger dick," he whispered, "but I'm a lot more demanding."

"Let me have him before you wear him out." Austin said. His fingers gripped my neck and pulled me away. He already had his shirt off. His dark chest was covered with a light coat of hair, which trailed down to his waistband.

"I've never really been able to wear him out." Mike said from the sidelines. "But you can try."

"Challenge accepted," Austin growled. He pushed his shorts off of his hips and they fell to the ground. He was wearing a pair of bright orange briefs with dark piping, and as he took a step his balls slipped out of the leg hole. Mike has huge nuts, so I'm accustomed to having a big pair in my face, but Austin's balls hung down farther than I'd ever seen. They weren't huge, but they hung down like a bull's testicles.

He caught my glance, "Start there, slut." He was cautious with the last word and glanced at Mike who smiled and nodded. I stepped toward him, dropped to my knees, and took his balls into my mouth.

Every guy has a smell, and either by nature or nurture, Austin smelled spicy and masculine. Whatever his regular soap was, it mixed with his sweat and dulled my senses. I licked at his balls while sniffing his junk. He cradled the back of my head and occasionally pulled me into his crotch. His nuts rolled around, popping in and out of my mouth. They were slimy now, and I could hear the wet skin slipping and sliding against my cheeks.

I glanced upward as I sensed another body get close. Brady had sidled up next to Austin and was sucking on one of his nipples. When Austin saw me watching, he grinned and said, "You and Mike aren't the only couple that likes to have fun."

These two studs made out while I tongued Austin's balls. Their mouths only occasionally connected and they spent the rest of the time necking. Brady's hand slipped down and started to work Austin's cock through his briefs. I watched as Austin went from semi-hard to a full blow erection. His dick locked to be at least seven inches long. When Brady saw me gazing at it, he pulled down the front of Austin's briefs and mumbled, "Go nuts."

I slipped my lips over the tip of his uncut, Latin, stud meat. His foreskin was thick, and I felt it move up and down along my tongue as I sucked his cock. There was a hand on the back of my head, gently applying pressure, but I didn't know who it belonged to. I was just getting into the mood, really starting to enjoy myself, when I heard Austin groan, "Fuck baby, I'm getting close."

"You want a break?" Brady growled. I glanced up and saw Brady bite down hard on Austin's nipple. He closed his eyes and grimaced before opening them again. Then he pulled his dick out of my mouth.

"No breaks for you." Brady said as he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into his crotch. His covered dick pressed against my face.

"Can he take it Mike?" Brady said.

I heard the rustle of feet. Then a bigger hand, Mike's hand, pressed against my skull. "He likes it when you really make him get in there," Mike said. He pushed me forward so hard that I could hardly breath. My face was pressed into Brady's groin. I huffed and puffed against his skin, pulling in the damp smell of his sweaty crotch.

When Mike finally let up, he didn't move away. Instead, he pulled off my shirt. After he stripped my torso, he leaned down behind me and slid his hand down my back. His fingernails scraped against my skin. He was preparing me to play hard. His fingers moved to my shorts and he pulled those off too.

"Show these guys how hot they're making you, Prof." Mike said.

I leaned backward so that my hard dick pointed out in front of me. Mike grabbed it and pulled. I groaned as he literally milked a drop of precum out of my dick. He scooped it up with a finger and played as if he was going to taste it himself. At the last minute he shoved it into my mouth.

"He knows how to be a good boy, huh?" Brady said.

"He knows how to make a man feel like he's a man, that's for sure." Mike said.

Brady pulled me up to my feet as Mike stepped away. "Show me." he said.

He stood in front of me still wearing his shorts and muscle shirt. I could barely remember the last time I took a guy's clothes off. Mike always did it himself. I grabbed the bottom of the shirt and pulled it over his shoulders. His chest was furry, with a solid build. He wasn't cut, but he showed a good amount of definition. When I went to drop his shirt, Mike grabbed it from me. He pulled it up to his nose and took a deep sniff.

"Perv." Brady said.

"Stud." Mike said back with a smile. I loved that Mike enjoyed the male body as much as I did. Even if he didn't join in, I knew he was getting off seeing the three of us go at it.

I pressed my face against Brady's chest and ran my tongue through the hair. His skin was hot and salty. He only gave me about thirty seconds before he took control. He pushed me into his armpit. Unlike Mike, who hadn't worn deodorant, Brady wasn't ripe, but he used his size to grind his body into my face. He crushed my skull and groaned like an animal before letting me out. It was painful, and when I was free I tried to get a little revenge by biting at his nipple. He gripped my head and moaned.

"Fuck yeah, chew on my nips."

I bit down again and elicited more moaning. Soon he pushed me to the other nipple, which got the same treatment. Brady groaned throughout the whole thing. Austin had snuck up behind him and was grinding his crotch against Brady's backside. It got me wondering who was usually on top in this relationship. Maybe Brady was overcompensating with me, and he spent most of his time getting drilled by his boyfriend.

"Ok." Brady said as he pulled me away from his chest. "Get on my cock."

He pushed down his shorts and stepped out of them. His dick was a little smaller than Austin's and also uncut. He had some good girth though, and the whole package stood out from a thick patch of pubes. I opened my mouth to take it in, but Brady turned my head away. He whacked me hard with his cock. It stung, and I imagined it would leave a red mark on my cheek. Before I could protest he smacked me again. His body shook as he chuckled. He smacked me one more time before shoving his dick into my mouth. As he pushed the head in, his fingers moved to the sides of my jaw and pulled my mouth open. I knew he was going to fuck my throat, and I prepared myself.

The moment my lips slipped over his head, he shoved forward. I didn't even get a chance to play with his cock. I opened my throat and let him in. His fingers were all over my face as he thrust into my mouth. I'd become pretty good at deep-throating a cock, Mike had seen to that, but I wasn't used to the fast pace. I choked a little and gagged occasionally. Brady didn't seem to care, he kept it up. Finally, he pulled out.

"Pretty good." he said as he shoved my face into his balls. I could hear him yanking on his cock above my head. When I turned to look up, three cocks were standing out above me. Austin's long hose, Brady's dick still glistening with my throat slime, and Mike's uncut monster.

My eyes connected with Mike's. I could see the love and pride in them. He loved it when I put on a good show. He loved the fact that his boyfriend could impress his friends in this way. It was the one place in our relationship where his dominant side was still firmly entrenched. I was more than happy to let him be the boss.

"Are you gonna suck my cock, Prof, or do I have to shove it down your throat like Brady did?" Mike said.

I pulled off of Brady's balls and sucked Mike's veiny meat into my mouth. He was rock hard and dripping, as usual. I slid my tongue under his skin and sucked up the sweat, precum, and dick slime that had gathered there. After two foreign cocks, there was something familiar about getting my mouth back on Mike's body. His smell and taste were things I knew intimately. He was accustomed to my mouth, and instead of controlling me, he rested his big hands gently on my scalp.

"That's it, Prof." Mike said, "You're doing an awesome job."

"Fuck, Mike," Brady said while jerking his cock, "We gotta play more often. It's not easy when you've got two tops in the bedroom."

"You must work it out somehow." Mike said between groans.

"Yeah, but we'd love to tag team that ass sometime." Brady said.

Mike laughed. "Usually I save his ass for myself. But we'll talk about it."

Mike squeezed my shoulder hard. It was a sign of affection that the other guys wouldn't have picked up on. Mike wasn't going to give up my ass to just anyone. He groaned again.

"I'm so fucking close, Prof." Mike growled. He pushed me off of his cock and onto his balls.

His balls were ripe. I quickly ran my tongue over them, sniffing and rooting around against his sweaty skin. I sucked the moisture off of his skin before darting my tongue under his sack. I ventured further, pushing my nose and eyes into his junk. Mike knew what I wanted and spread his legs a little. I dove behind his sack and licked at his taint, hoping to get a taste of his asshole at some point.

"Fuck, yes." Mike growled.

One of the other guys was rubbing his dick against the back of my head, and all three of them were mumbling and groaning now. It wouldn't be long until I got their loads. I reached between my own legs and grabbed at my cock. I was rock hard and ready to explode. Like Mike had said, I'm kind of a slut, and servicing three cocks was more than enough to get me off.

I continued to munch away at Mike's ass, balls, and inner thighs until someone grabbed my hair and pulled me away. I had just enough time to see Brady standing over me before he pressed his cock against my mouth and started to cum.

"Fuck yeah." he shouted. "Fucking take that load slut."

I opened my mouth and caught the first volley of cream. It was thick and chunky. I closed my lips to swish it around, and the next blasts of cum splattered across my nose and cheeks. All told, Brady unleashed five shots of thick cum. It stuck to my skin in big chunks.

I opened my mouth to go after the load but Mike grabbed my chin before I had a chance to eat any more.

"You look so fucking hot, babe," he said. "I love seeing you covered in another dude's cum."

Mike's big hand came down over my face before I could respond. He rubbed the cum into my skin, spreading it around. Then he slipped his fingers into my mouth.

"Look at this guy," he said to his buddies, "Fucking dirty old professor on his knees for a bunch of jocks. You like that jock cum, prof?"

"Fuck yes," I mumbled as I sucked his fingers clean.

"You want more?" he growled.

He was stroking his cock inches from my face. I pulled my mouth off of his fingers and dove on his dick. I sucked hard on the head. Mike moaned loudly.

"Ugh," he yelled. His cock pulsed in my mouth before he pushed me backward. I fell down onto my ass and Mike had to rush forward. He got to me just in time. The first rocket of cum arched about a foot in the air and splatter across my brow. I closed my eyes quickly. I listened to Mike grunt as burning hot ropes of semen splashed down on my face. It was one of Mike's watery loads - a monstrous amount of thin juice that splattered onto my shirt and into my hair.

As soon as he was done he cradled the back of my head and pulled me into his crotch. He laughed a little as I sucked his dick clean. Cum was running down my cheeks, dripping onto his thighs. When I finished with his dick, I cleaned up the inside of his legs.

I had completely forgotten about Austin. Mike was the only man I wanted at that moment. I heard Austin start to grunt and looked over, expecting to get blasted in the face with his load. Instead, he caught the flood of cum in his hand, letting the pearly white liquid pool up. When our eyes met he smiled and moved his hand toward my face as if he was going to pour his load into my mouth. Just when he got near, he shoved his palm onto my face and rubbed his load all over my skin.

"Fuck yeah," he hissed, "Now you look like the dirty fuck you are."

Brady was laughing and pulling at his cock. Austin's dick was right in front of me, with a chunk of white cum still hanging onto the tip. Mike turned my head up and smiled. "You look hot." he said as he dragged a finger through the three combined loads.

"Thanks," I said. The wind blew a bit and the cum on my face felt cold.  I still had my hand wrapped around my cock, and I gave it a quick tug. Mike put his hands into my armpits and pulled me to my feet.

"So fucking sexy," he whispered before kissing me. He dragged his tongue through Austin's load and shoved it into my mouth. I sucked on his lips and tongue until he pulled away. Then he kissed his way down my chest and wrapped his warm mouth around my dick.

Mike sucked hard while he fondled my balls. Without warning, he dug his hand into my ass crack and shoved a finger into my hole. The sharp pain caught me off guard, and I lost my balance. Brady stepped in behind me and supported my weight. While I leaned against his burly body, he began to tweak my nipple, and then he moved his mouth to my neck. Austin stepped up too, and soon his hands were roaming across my torso. I was in complete sensory overload. Mike's mouth was doing amazing things to my dick, and I had two muscular jocks, each ten years younger than me, running their hands over my chest and abs. I started to whine and moan as my orgasm built.

Austin's mouth moved to my ear. "Fucking shoot that load, Professor." He grabbed onto my left pec and squeezed hard. "Shoot that load, stud. Feed it to him."

I leaned back against their bodies and let myself go. I felt a flood of cum rush up my shaft and unload into Mike's mouth. He kept on sucking, only glancing up at me for a second before returning to his task. I kept cumming and cumming as waves of pleasure washed over me. Mike bobbed up and down, doing his best to take my load. It didn't take long until some of it leaked out of the side of his mouth.

When I finished, Mike pulled off, licked his lips, and then smiled at me. It was rare that I got to see him on his knees in front of me, and I savored his incredible sexiness. His hair was messed up with sweat and his skin was shiny. His muscles bulged from the work out on the court.

At some point, we remembered that we were outdoors in a public park. The sun had set, and the sky was rapidly darkening. Mike got up and walked over to grab his clothing and Austin's, which was piled up behind him. Mike took another sniff at Austin's shorts before tossing them to him.

"You know Mike," Austin said, "If you want the real thing all you gotta do is ask."

"You wish." Mike grunted as he pulled on his clothes.

We said our goodbyes and walked toward the car. When I sat down in the driver's seat, Mike leaned over and wiped a glob of cum off of my brow. He shoved his finger into my mouth. Then he sat back in his chair and sighed, "Fuck, Prof. We've still got it."

I smiled and nodded in agreement. My dick was already hard, as I thought about what I was going to do with Mike when we got back home.

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Hope you shot your load. If there's something you want to see in this story, let me know and I'll see what I can do. Thanks for reading. Charlie