Basketball Jock and Prof, Part 23

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Basketball Jock and Prof, Part 23
Cosmic Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com
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Mike and I stood on the lighted porch in front of our house. My feet hurt, I was hungry, and I was dying to get out of my clothes. More than anything else, I was dying to touch and kiss Mike's body. I wanted nothing more than to rub up against him, feel him inside of me, and show him how much I loved him. He stood behind me shivering as I fumbled with the keys. An unexpected cold-front had moved in and puffs of steam marked each of our breaths.

"Hang on," Mike said after I unlocked the door. He put a hand around my waist.

"What are you doing?"

"I want to carry you over the threshold." he said. Mike was all smiles. He had been the whole night. He looked stunning in his tuxedo, and his unending good mood made him seem sexier than ever.

"Why am I always the wife when you decide to act out traditions." I asked.

He grabbed my ass. "I'm about to remind you." Then he took my hand. "Let's at least walk in together."

We stepped into the house at the same time. It was our house now. We'd lived together for months, but now it was official. My whole life belonged to Mike. We greeted the dog and then walked toward the kitchen. I paused and kissed him on the spot where two years ago he had used his aggressive brand of eroticism to seduce me. We'd come a long way since that night.

Mike loosened his tie, and began to dig through the kitchen cabinets. Despite putting together a veritable feast for our guests, neither of us had had much to eat. He handed me a glass of water.

"We did it." he said.

I sighed loudly and threw my head back. "Thank God we only have to do that once."

"It was fun." he said.

"We did a good job." I said.

We'd held the ceremony at a lodge not far from town. It was rugged enough to feel masculine but still elegant and sophisticated. Everything had gone off without a hitch. We'd stood in front of our friends and family and told each other exactly how much we loved each other. It was not something I ever dreamed would happen to me, and I was still in a daze.

Mike  walked over to me and kissed me on the jaw. When our lips met, he pushed his body against mine. For the past week and a half, Mike had been staying in the guest bedroom across the house. For ten days, we'd avoided having sex or even sleeping in the same bed together. Now, in addition to the high that came from getting married, we were both filled with lust for each other Nothing showed me how much I needed him as waking up to an empty bed every day. He finished the kiss by biting my lower lip and purring softly.

"We've got ten hours until brunch." he said, "And some of that is for sleeping."

Our friends and relatives were tucked away safely in their hotels rooms, but they were reassembling for one last celebration tomorrow morning. It seemed like the right choice when we were planning the wedding, but I now regretted the fact that I had given away my first morning with my new husband.

"Let's skip brunch." I said.

"That would crush my mom." Mike said, suddenly serious. "Bad way to start a marriage."

He kissed me again. Our hands moved across each others backs and our bodies were tight against one another. He broke away and slid down to his knees. His hands grappled with my belt buckle and soon he had my pants unzipped. His mouth touched the fabric of my underwear, and I ran my fingers through his hair. He looked up at me, his eyes blue and perfect, and kissed my groin.

I pushed his head away.

"Business first." I said gesturing toward the dog.

I let Gunnar out and went into the bedroom to take off my tuxedo. Mike went to the bathroom to do the same. I put on my favorite pair of black boxer-briefs and a white t-shirt. When I let the dog back in, Mike was standing in the bedroom doorway wearing only his white briefs. The front of them bulged out and there was a dark precum stain forming. Obviously, he was horny.

I fell in love with Mike's personality. That love would carry us through the rest of our lives together. I fell in lust with Mike's body. He was strong and athletic; in many ways everything I wish I had been when I was his age. I was muscular now, but I had been rail thin in college. Mike's chest  and arms were massive, and his abs stretched down across his long torso. He'd taken to letting his body hair grow out, and his pecs were covered with short brown hair. I groaned a little in anticipation, and thanked the heavens for my luck.

When I reached the doorway, Mike wrapped his arms around me again. The kissing began in earnest. While our tongues explored each others mouths, we ground our cocks into one another's hips and thighs. Mike's hand moved up my back and he took hold of my head. He gently pulled it backward and started to kiss my neck and jaw. I allowed the feelings of pleasure to wash over me and my knees began to buckle.

"Whoa," Mike said as he caught me.

My face pressed into his chest, and I started to lick my way across his pecs. Mike knew what I was after, and he lifted his arm. I dove into his armpit and started to suck on the skin. Occasionally, I nipped at him, eliciting gasps and moans.

"I thought the sex was supposed to get boring once you were married." Mike said.

"Never," I groaned as I continued to press my face into his armpit.

When I was satisfied, I pulled my head out. Mike kissed me on the chin, tasting his own sweat. "I love you, Clint."

"When did you know?" I said staring into his eyes.

"The first night." he said, "I couldn't stop thinking about you after that."

My mind wandered back to that night. Mike had been waiting for me when I got home. Before I knew what was happening, he was fucking me on my front lawn under the stars.

"I thought you just wanted sex," I said, "and a good grade."

"So did I," he said, "But what I really wanted was you."

Despite the fact that I spent most of my time submitting to Mike in the bedroom, it had never occurred to me that he was the pursuer in our relationship. Rarely did I find myself taking the next step or moving things forward. He had done it all. If after our first night together he had decided never to see me again, I would have let it happen. He had even said I love you first.

"I love you Mike." I said.

"When did you know?"

"When you were sulking after you got knocked out of the national tournament." I said. It was hard to know if that was when I loved him. I'm not in touch with my emotions enough to make fine distinctions. That was when I knew that I cared about him.

"I could never tell whether you were into me or not." he said, "I mean, for more than my amazing body."

He stretched his shoulders and smiled. His pecs bulged and the vein on top of his biceps popped out. I pushed him away from me.

"I'm not good at emotions. You should know that by now."

"Just like your dad." he said with a grin.

I pushed him hard, and this time he fell backward onto the bed. I planted my lips on his and then began to kiss my way down his stomach. I licked his ticklish abs, causing him to squirm.

"No more talking," I said, "If you don't shut up, you're going to start a fight."

"I'm sorry," he said, "I'll never say it again."

I pulled down his briefs and his cock sprang up from a dense patch of pubes. I pressed my mouth against the skin of his groin and inhaled deeply. His smell filled my nostrils, and started a fire in between my legs.

"I missed him." I said as I ran my tongue across the tip of his dick.

"He missed you too." Mike said. He brought his big hand around the back of my head and guided me down. I would have sucked him either way, but he knew I loved the feeling of his hand on my skull. I sucked in the flavor of his precum and then went to work on his shaft. I had only been sucking for a minute or two when Mike pulled me away.

I looked up at him, and he patted the bed. I jumped up on the bed and he pushed me down on my back. "You're not the only one who's hungry for dick." he said. He made a quick lick along the head of my cock, "Fourteen days" he groaned.

Before he devoured my meat, he moved his body over mine. His massive, furry thighs framed my face, and his cock dangled over my mouth. A stream of precum dangled from the tip of his cock. As much as I wanted to take his whole dick down my throat, I waited until that drop slipped down onto my tongue. Then I lifted my neck, and took him back into my mouth.

Mike wasted no time. He made love to my groin, kissing the inside of my thighs, my lower abs, and finally the shaft of my cock. When he was done, he took my whole dick into his mouth. I groaned and bucked up a little. Mike gagged and pulled off.

"Easy, babe." Mike said.

He dropped back down onto me, but this time he held my body firmly to the bed with one hand. The other hand milked my shaft, while his expert tongue worked my glans.

We sixty-nined for another minute or two before Mike reached down and pulled his cock from my mouth.

"We gotta slow down, babe." Mike said as his face dropped into my pubes.

With only one or two exceptions, Mike had always been able to last forever. He seemed to be able to fuck and fuck and fuck and then to drop his load at the exact moment when he decided it was time to cum.

"You missed me, didn't you?"

Mike jumped up and laid down next to me. He french kissed me deeply before saying, "Honestly, I missed the sex some, but mostly I missed sleeping next to you."

He kissed me again.

"Liar," I said.

"Yeah, I guess I missed your mouth too." he said. He kissed his way over my neck and across my chest. Then down the middle of my torso, "And your hot body." His lips moved to my cock. He swirled his tongue around my glans. "And your hard dick." He started to lift my legs. "Mostly though, I missed your tight ass." he hissed. "You've got one hell of an ass."

He stuck his head between my legs and locked his mouth onto my asshole. His tongue licked around my hole while his strong hands kneaded my cheeks. His face pushed hard against my flesh. It was like he was trying to dive inside of me. His own ass was a few feet away from my face and twitching invitingly. I grabbed a hold of one of his legs and pulled him over me. Mike caught the drift and moved his body over mine. I leaned upward and dove into his crack.

We rimmed each other for a solid five minutes, edging each other. The only noises in the room were our grunts and groans. Occasionally, Mike pulled up and sat on my face while he bent over and sucked my cock. At other times I took his balls or dick into my mouth and gave him some head. Each time one of us got close, we pulled his cock out of the others mouth. Neither of us wanted to cum.

Mike rolled us both onto our sides. His biceps flexed against my thighs as he grabbed onto me and twisted me into a new position. Laying on our sides gave us easier access. Our legs entwined, and we basically wrapped ourselves into a knot.

Minutes later, Mike finally pulled away. He stood up on his knees and his body glistened in the dim bedroom light. There was a shiny layer of sweat on his shoulders and chest. His dick jutted out in front of him. The foreskin still covered his glans and there was a pool of precum running out of the folds.

"You're so fucking hot." I moaned as I crawled over to him.

I kissed my way up his thighs but bypassed his cock, making my way up over his abs and chest. When our mouths met, Mike shoved his tongue against mine. His hands wrapped around me and he pulled me into him.

We made out aggressively. Mike kissed with his whole body as he always had. Even during our first time he shoved me into a wall when he pressed his mouth against mine. His hands kneaded the muscles of my back as I felt his body stiffen and contract. As usual, I gave in and let him support my weight. It pulled us off balance, and we fell backwards onto the bed. Mike's body crashed down on top of me. He felt heavy and smelled of cologne and sweat. Instead of lifting off, he ground his body into mine. His heat and mass enveloping me as I moved my hands over his muscular back.

Instinctively, I opened my legs and let his groin settle into mine. As we made out I lifted my ass, before reaching down and grabbing his wet cock. I played with it a little before pushing it toward my asshole. When I felt the head of his dick press up against me, I moaned.

"I want you inside me." I said.

Mike smiled and bucked his hips. His dick pressed into me and then slid up over my balls. He moved back and forth, teasing me with his hard cock. I could feel the slickness of his precum as he continued to kiss me and move his hands along my sides.

Finally, he leaned over and grabbed some lube off the bed stand. Then instead of lubing himself up he handed it to me.

"You do me first." Mike said.

He put a pillow in the middle of the bed and rolled over onto his stomach. While I wanted to fuck Mike face to face, I knew that that would come later. On the rare occasions when Mike got fucked, he liked it this way. He liked the weight of a man on top of him and a long slow grinding.

I licked from the base of his balls to the small of his back slowly before kissing him on each of his ass cheeks. Then I poured the lube into his crack. I tried to loosen him up by playing with his hole, but he groaned and asked me to get inside of him.

"Fuck me, Prof." he hissed.

I slathered the lube on my dick and then slipped inside of him. Mike was always tight, but never complained about getting fucked. He took it like a man every time. I bottomed out inside of him and brought my body down on top of his. His calves immediately wrapped around mine as I grabbed onto his arms. He groaned into the mattress, but I could feel that his body was relaxed and ready to go. I started to move my hips, not really fucking him, but twisting my dick around inside of his ass.

Mike turned his head and looked at me. His eyes rolled back into his head as he opened his mouth for a kiss. I stretched out my neck to meet his mouth, and we made out as I pushed into his body. Mike didn't buck up in order to meet my thrusts, but instead laid there and let me work him over. Our mouths never broke apart, and I kept up my slow thrusting for at least five minutes.

Soon, I was on the verge of cumming. It was so rare that my dick got this kind of stimulation, and I really couldn't take much. I didn't want things to end this way. Not on my wedding night. I pulled out of Mike and got back on my knees.

"Your turn." I said. His hard cock was hanging between his legs, and I stroked it a little bit.

"I thought you didn't like it when I treated you like a woman." he said with a grin.

He got up on his knees. His hard dick pulsed in front of him and drooled precum onto our bedspread. I grabbed it. "You wouldn't know what to do with a woman."

Mike grabbed my neck and growled, "Good point. You know, I'd fuck you outside if it wasn't so damn cold out. Guess we'll have to settle for the bedroom. Bend over, babe."

I laid on my back in front of him and lifted my legs. He grabbed onto my ankles and flipped my onto my stomach. It was a show of strength, and I gave in. I got up on my hands and knees so that he could take my doggy style. Soon, his mouth was on my asshole, licking and spitting on me. I heard him spit on his dick and then line it up with my hole. Mike hadn't gone for the lube. It was going to be one of those rides.

He tore into me in one solid push. I groaned loudly and dropped my head and chest onto the bed. I wasn't ready for the stab of pain that came with his dick. I remembered back to the first time he had fucked me. We were outside in my front yard. I took his monster cock raw and begged him to make me his bitch. He had fucked me hard, pushing my chest into the grass. When we were done, he howled like a wolf. It was animalistic and guttural. I was hooked.

This time, mercifully, Mike dripped some lube onto his thick, long shaft after the head was inside of me. As he pushed deeper, he brought his body down on top of mine. It was his favorite move, and when his pubes finally scratched against my back, his mouth came down on my neck.

"Like a glove." he hissed.

He withdrew half of his length and then slowly pushed back into me. He fucked me slowly, and I started to move my hips to meet his long thrusts. Mike's hands moved across my torso. At times his fingertips massaged my muscles while at other times he dug in with his nails. He finally took hold of my cock, which was rock hard and pressed against my stomach.

He squeezed my cock and brought his body back down against mine. His chest, just a little hairy, scratched against my back. He kept up his moves, slowly pushing in and out of me, letting me feel every inch of his dick.

The sound of his heavy breathing filled the room, and soon we were both sweating and groaning. Every so often our mouths would meet, but most of the time he kissed my back while I kissed the forearm that he had planted in front of me. The weight of his body was almost too much for me to support, and my thighs and arms ached.

Mike timed his manipulation of my dick with his down strokes. It was hot, and sexy, but everything was going too slow. I started to buck my hips into his hand in an effort to get some additional stimulation. Mike responded by taking his hand away. It was another one of his games. He could draw sex out for as long as he wanted to. There was no doubt in my mind that he could keep thrusting in and out until morning came if that's what he decided. I was always the one pushing us forward, trying to get him and myself off. He was the tease who held back.

"You want my seed babe?" he whispered in my ear. His breath felt hot against my cheek.

"God yes," I said as I turned my head and pressed my mouth against his.

"I'm gonna plant it deep inside of you." he said. Then he bit down lightly on my lip. "I didn't think it was possible, but I enjoy this more every time."

It was true. As our relationship aged, Mike and I hadn't stopped fooling around in the bedroom. We still hooked up with a third guy every so often, and Mike still occasionally pulled out the stops and did something kinky. Most of the time, though, we had our version of vanilla sex; aggressive and sweaty, but usually in our bedroom with each other. If you had told me two years ago that I would happily surrender my freedom so that I could lay in bed next to the same man each night, I might have thought you were crazy. Now having Mike with me and waking up in the morning with him next to me seemed like the best thing in the world. Nothing had shown me that more than our recent, self-imposed separation. It didn't feel right to wake up alone anymore.

He dragged his teeth down my back and then pulled his dick out of me. My body felt empty. That didn't feel right either.

"Turn over, babe." he said.

I flipped over onto my back. Mike instantly dove between my legs. He devoured my cock and then licked my balls. Finally, he shoved his tongue into my asshole. It was a fast move, designed to taunt more than pleasure me. Before I knew it, his face was above mine and his dick was sliding back into me.

I wrapped my legs around his as I lifted my ass up to meet his cock. His gluts flexed as he drove into me. His hands were behind my head, pulling my face up against his. We didn't kiss. Lost in pleasure, our open mouths pressed against each others faces. I grabbed onto Mike's head and pulled him away from me just a little. I wanted to see him. I wanted to look at him while he got off inside of me.

He was sweaty and breathing hard. His eyes were barely focused. A shadow of a beard had started to shade his face. He looked so masculine and strong. As I gazed up at him, he grabbed onto my torso and flexed his arms. As I felt his biceps contract against my body, I groaned. Mike looked down at me, and I smiled up at him.

"Love you." I groaned.

Mike moved his face down to mine and kissed me. His tongue invaded my mouth and when he pulled away he bit my lip. Then he kissed his way along my jaw line to my ear lobe. Again he bit me before whispering in my ear. "Love you too."

He pushed his dick into me. I could tell that he was at full mast because of the way his cock curved up and jabbed my insides.

"Fuck me, now." I groaned.

Mike moaned and moved his mouth to my neck. He started to push his dick in and out of my ass while he sucked and chewed on my neck. He had the ability to get so enthralled in pleasure that he practically forgot where he was. He could totally give himself to the moment in a way that I never could. Usually, it was a good thing, but the growing pressure on my neck brought out my rational side.

"Mike," I hissed as his cock drilled me. "No hickeys. We've got brunch tomorrow."

He pulled his mouth away and smiled at me. "You're such a baby." Then he moved his mouth to my chest and proceeded to mark my skin there.

I grabbed onto his head and ran my fingers through his hair as he continued to fuck me. He was deep inside of me, and a dull ache accompanied all of my pleasure. Mike fucked me with short, staccato strokes, only occasionally pulling out his length and plunging it back in. Our hands were all over each other, and he continued to chew on my chest. The feeling of his hard stomach, and his treasure trail grinding against my aching cock was too much. I arched my back and drove my ass up to meet his cock. At the same time, I used my legs to pull his body into mine.

"Oh fuck," I breathed loudly as my dick exploded. A hot thick load, two weeks worth of denial and anticipation, flooded the space between our bodies. Mike pushed his mouth over mine and kissed me as I breathed against his skin. My orgasm rocked my body, and the semen kept coming and coming.

When I finished, I took a deep breath, smelling the cum in the air. Then I pushed Mike up a little bit so that I could check out my load. The huge flood of cum was splattered and smeared all over our stomachs and hanging from his body hair. Mike slipped a hand down and scooped some of it up. He licked his fingers before pressing his mouth back onto mine.

He continued fucking me as the taste of my own cum filled my mouth "Harder," I hissed.

Mike started to pound me a little harder, but it still wasn't what I wanted. "Harder." I said again, "C'mon stud, breed my ass."

He looked down at me and grinned wickedly. His big hands dug into my shoulders and then he started to throw me one of the hardest fucks he'd dished out since we'd been together. I closed my eyes and imagined back to our first time on the lawn. He'd been merciless that night. He didn't care about me yet, and he used my body for pleasure. Every move had been designed to get him of. As his hips slammed into my ass and my bones crashed against each other, I felt like I was back out on the lawn.

Sweat ran down Mike's forehead. I hooked my arm around his neck and pulled him in close before running my tongue up the side of his face and over his jaw. His salty taste filled my mouth. He pushed his head down against my chest and his hair was in my face. His smell filled my nostrils. I don't know if it was pheromones, or just my hang up on the way a guy smells, but his sexiness nearly knocked me out at that moment.

"Fuck, Clint." Mike groaned. His mouth was all over my chest, "Fuck babe."

His thrusting shortened and he arched his back. He was ready to dump his nut inside of me. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled his chest against mine. He pumped into me as his muscles twitched. Then I felt the heat of his cum in my body. His dick swelled and stretched my asshole as he spilled what had to be a massive load deep in my gut.

He continued to cum for what seemed like an hour. The whole time his teeth were against my neck as his body spasmed against mine. Finally, he relaxed on top of me. He kissed me a few times before laying down. The weight of his body pushed the air out of my lungs, and I let him lay there as long as I could.

"Ugh," I groaned as I pushed his massive frame off of me. "You're crushing me, babe."

"Sorry," he said as he flopped onto his back next to me. His dick was shiny and still half hard and his body glistened with sweat.

"It wouldn't be a bad way to die." I said.

Mike stood and kissed me quickly before heading into the bathroom to get cleaned up. I followed him and soon we were both back in bed. The prospect of getting up in the morning to see our friends and family hung over us, and we were both suddenly exhausted from the events of the day.

"Best day of your life?" Mike asked.

"Best day of my life." I said back.

He leaned over and kissed me before flicking off the light. "I love you, Prof." he said.

“I love you too.”

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