Scott and Mitch, Part 4

Here's another installment to my story Scott and Mitch. Enjoy!

Basketball Jock and Prof, Part 14

Just sent this one off to Nifty. In this chapter Mike and the Prof engage in a hot three-way. Let me know what you think and what you want to see.

Pucked, Part 12

Whoops. I forgot to post this chapter. This is the culmination of Ben's take down at the hand's of Tony. Read more below.

Big Bro's Girlfriend, Part 14

 The conclusion to the fuckfest between Jase, Mitch, and their dad. Check it out below.

Big Bro's Girlfriend, Part 13

I decided to write a Thanksgiving Special for my story Big Bro's Girlfriend. I've got some hot sex planned for Jase and Mitch this weekend. Hope you like it.

Scott and Mitch, Part 3

Added a new chapter today. Scott finally gets to fuck his boy. Let me know what you think and enjoy.

Pucked, Part 11

Here's the beginning of Ben's downfall. Let me know what you think. Also, if you are able, consider making a donation to the Nifty Archive to help keep these stories free.

In the last few chapters: When Luke decides that he wants to start dating a student named Will, Ben responds by locking up Luke's cock and forbidding him to see Will. Will's roommate and friend, Tony, promises to find a way for Luke to escape Ben's control and finally begin to see Will.

Scott and Mitch, Part 2

In this chapter, Scott continues to seduce Mitch. After a hard workout, Scott plays with Mitch and explores the kinds of fantasies the high-school boy has. Both jocks get off and Mitch gets his first taste of Scott's cum.

Pucked, Part 10

Posted a new chapter of Pucked a while back but forgot to put it up here. In this chapter Ben sends Luke on an 'errand' to help out a big, black basketball player who hasn't gotten any pussy in a while. Check it out after the jump.

Scott and Mitch, Part 1

I posted the first chapter of a new story yesterday. The updates will be posted in the high school section of Nifty.org (and should eventually make it into urination and incest as well).

In this story, I'm going to be exploring the sex life of Mitch as he moves beyond fucking around with his brother. This story uses a character from a previous story of mine, "Big Brother's Girlfriend," which is posted in the Incest section of the Nifty Archive. "Scott and Mitch" is not a continuation of that story, but if you like Mitch, you can read more about him there.

Pucked, Part 9

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I've posted Part 9 to my story Pucked. You can check it out below. Thanks for reading.

Big Bro's Girlfriend, Part 12

The new chapter of Big Bro's Girlfriend is posted below. Check it out.

Note: After this chapter I will not be updating this story regularly, though I may return to it at times. I'd love to hear what you think Mitch's life in high school will be like now that he has been broken in by his older brother and what Jase will do now that he's got a taste of boy-pussy. If I get some ideas, I might start a story about the brothers' sex lives independently of screwing each other.

Big Bro's Girlfriend, Part 11

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Basketball Jock and Prof, Part 13

In this chapter, Mike returns to college and surprises the Prof. at his house. Some kinky and romantic sex follows. Read the story after the jump.

Big Bro's Girlfriend, Part 10

Part 10 of Big Bro's Girlfriend was posted on Nifty today. You can find the earlier parts of this story by clicking the My Stories tab above.

Excerpt: "I don't like pussy," he said.

Jase laughed and shoved a few fingers into Dillon's mouth. He stuck them in deep and Dillon started to gag a little. "This isn't about what you want." Jase said.

He reached down for Mitch and pulled his head out of Dillon's ass crack. "I know you like sucking dick girl, but Dillon here wants his first taste of cunt."

Dillon let out a resigned sigh.

Mitch was getting into what was going on, and he wondered how long it would take Dillon to figure out that he was eating ass. If Dillon had never eaten pussy before, how would he know what the difference is?

Mitch lowered himself down onto Dillon so that his asshole was right over the guys mouth. He held onto his junk so that Dillon wouldn't feel his cock against his face. Even though the sides of his thighs were now touching Dillon, he didn't make any move toward Mitch's ass.

"What's the problem man? She's got a fucking sweet honey hole. Just think of her cunt juices drizzling all over your lips." Jase said. He was looking at Mitch and had a big smile on his face.

"I don't want to do this." Dillon said. Other than those few words, he kept his lips locked.

Big Bro's Girlfriend, Part 9

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Pucked, Part 8

Whoops. I just realized I forgot to post this.

Read Pucked, Part 8 after the break.

Big Bro's Girlfriend, Part 8

Next chapter of Big Bro's Girlfriend is posted here and at Nifty.org. Let me know what you think and what you want to see.

Basketball Jock and Prof, Part 12

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Big Bro's Girlfriend, Part 7

New chapter posted on Nifty. Check it out there or read it below.

Big Bro's Girlfriend, Part 6

Just posted a new chapter to my story Big Bro's Girlfriend. Thanks for all the emails guys. I seriously enjoy hearing that you dudes are getting off and love to hear about your experiences.

Excerpt:
"Sorry, girl, but this blanket stinks like perfume." Jase said. He pulled a tube of lube out of the compartment over the wheel well.

Mitch wondered how many chicks Jase had  fucked in the back of this car. He was too well-prepared for this to be a one-time deal. The thought of joining the legions of women banged in the back of the car turned Mitch on. Jase's sexual history was not something that made Mitch jealous. It just added to the man's sexual prowess.

"Lay down girl." Jase said.

Mitch laid down on his back and lifted his legs. He grabbed onto his ass and pulled his muscle cunt open for his brother to see. The light was dim in the car, but Jase saw the shiny hole pulsing as it opened up for his cock.

Pucked, Part 7

Hey guys, I posted a new chapter of my story Pucked. Check it out.

Excerpt: "Check it out fag," Tony said as he shoved his camera into my face. "Look's like Ben is getting a real pussy tonight."

The phone showed a cock plunging into a girl's cunt. The dick was clearly Ben's. I felt betrayed and a little sad. I knew that Ben had been fucking girls while he was messing with me, but seeing it was a whole different thing. I was trying to come to terms with the picture when a shadow crossed my face.

As I looked up at Will, my vision was suddenly blocked by a pair of big, hairy balls.  "Suck em, fag." Tony said, "You gotta get me hard before I fuck you."

I pigged out on Tony's balls, licking, sniffing and grunting as I sucked the sack. All my anger and disappointment about Ben was directed toward Tony's junk. Thinking about the hot guy who was fucking me took me to a new level and I devoted all that horny energy toward eating Tony's balls. Tony slid forward and I kept licking. I  tongued his asshole as he basically sat on my face. His sweaty crack coated my face with slime and stink.

Big Bro's Girlfriend, Part 5

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I posted a new chapter to my story Big Bro's Girlfriend. Let me know if you like it.

Excerpt: "Matt, you should come over here and get a taste of her pussy. It's pretty amazing." Jase said. At the same time, he used his hand to shove Mitch's face deeper into his crotch, as if emphasizing that Mitch didn't have a say in the matter.

Mitch felt Matt's hands on his ass. They were smaller than Jase's, but Matt was rougher with him. He grabbed onto Mitch's ass cheeks hard and spread them out. Then Mitch felt the tongue on his hole. Matt lapped at Mitch's cunt a few times before he pulled his face away.

"Good?" Jase asked.

"Fuck man. Now I see why you've been keeping this bitch to yourself. Word gets out, and she's gonna be fighting dudes off with a stick." Matt said.

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Basketball Jock and Prof, Part 11

I've added a new chapter to my story Basketball Jock and Prof. Check it out below.

Excerpt: "I love it when you smell like my sweat. It lets me know you're mine," he said. He rubbed my face back in his pit then grabbed my head and pushed it down to his nipple. "Work my nips, Prof."

I sucked on Mike's nipple for a minute or two. As I did, his nipples got hard and his pecs danced underneath my mouth. I rubbed my cheeks against his hairy chest. Mike twisted a little as my two day beard tickled his chest. When I felt Mike let down his guard, I bit down hard on his nipple.

"Ahh," Mike groaned.

I slipped out from underneath him and let his body fall face first against the wall. I came up behind him and licked at his muscular back before standing on the tips of my toes so that I could kiss the back of his neck. I bit the nape of his neck as I licked and sucked on his skin, pushing my whole body into his to keep him pinned to the wall.

"All right, all right," Mike said as he squirmed underneath me, "You win. Do what you want."

Big Bro's Girlfriend, Part 4

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Excerpt:

Jase was still sitting in the chair. He reached out and grabbed onto Mitch's chest, pinching one of his nipples. Mitch groaned.

"You like when I play with your tits, girl?" he asked.

Mitch just moaned again.

"Come here." Jase said.

Mitch stepped forward and stood between Jase's widespread legs. As he gazed down at the bulge in Jase's pants, he felt Jase's mouth on his right nip. Jase licked it a little and then bit down. The nibble was gentle at first, a light toying with Mitch's tit, but then Jase increased the pressure. Mitch gasped and Jase laughed a little. He moved his mouth over to the other nipple, and gave it the same treatment. After a few minutes of tit play, Jase noticed Mitch's cock tapping against his chest.

"This is getting you hot, huh?" Jase asked. "It's getting me hot too."

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Big Bro's Girlfriend, Part 3

Here's part 3 of my story Big Bro's Girlfriend

Excerpt: "Babe, my dick is really hard, and I need to get off. You want me to fuck you? Are you in the mood now?" Jase said.

There was a strange sort of dominance in Jase's voice which Mitch had noticed before. Jase didn't need to tell people what to do, he just put them in the mindset to want to do what he wanted. It wasn't just with sex, he could do this with almost anything. It was like a Jedi mind trick, and Mitch wanted to figure out how he did it.

"Oh fuck, yeah man, fuck me." Mitch mumbled.

Jase rubbed the head of his cock against his brother's hole.  He pushed the tip in just a little bit, so that Mitch would feel his cunt stretching to greet it. His precum oozed over the hole, and he slid half of the head of his dick into Mitch before pulling back out.

"You want my ten inch man cock in your pussy? Do you have a cunt that needs to be filled?" Jase asked.

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Pucked 6

Hey guys. I posted part 6 to my story Pucked on Nifty.org yesterday. Check it out.

Excerpt: He pulled my face into the crotch of his shorts and made a big show of humping my face in front of everyone else. The rough fabric of his shorts hurt my face, but as he was humping me I got to huff his crotch stink. The guy smelled really good. Clean but sweaty. I was going to enjoy this.

Chase reached into his pants and pulled his dick straight up so that the top inch or so was sticking out of his waist band. His dick was cut, and the head was thick. I guessed it was around seven or eight inches long. The top was shiny with precum.

"Go ahead and lick it." Chase said.

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Big Bro's Girlfriend, Part 2

Excerpt: Jase pushed forward, firmly but carefully, and slowly the head of his dick slipped into Mitch's warm tight ass. Mitch's face contorted and he could tell that Mitch was struggling not to yell out. Every moment, a new muscle in his bro's body twitched and then relaxed. When he had about two inches in, he paused.

"I'm in you baby." Jase cooed, "I'm taking your cherry."

As his body relaxed, Mitch started to enjoy the feeling of Jase inside of him. The cock had stretched him wide, which hurt at first, but now it felt . . . strange. The idea that it was his brother's dick inside of him started to turn him on. His brother and he were now connected in a way that few brothers ever are.

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The blogger aparatus isn't great for posting images, so I'm going to be posting images to my Tumblr blog - check it out at http://charliessmut.tumblr.com/ . I'll put up a post over there when I add a story, so you could just follow me there if you want to.

Pucked, Part 5

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Big Bro's Girlfriend, Part 1

20 year-old Jase is forced to share a bedroom with his sixteen year-old brother over summer vacation. Because he will not be able to get regular pussy while he is home, he decides to make Mitch into his summer girlfriend. In this chapter, Mitch begins to become Jase's girlfriend by sucking him off and giving him a hand-job.
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Basketball Jock and Prof Part 10

Basketball Jock and Prof, Part 9 
Cosmic Charlie - Cosmic709@yahoo.com

Excerpt: 

"That was our first fight." I said. 

"I know." Mike pulled my body in close to his and started to knead my ass cheeks with his big hands. "I guess we'll have to have some make-up sex to make everything right." 

I rubbed my head against his chest and reached down to his groin. Mike was wearing briefs, which surprised me because he usually slept naked. I slipped my fingers under his waistband and reached for his cock. His dick was rock solid and hot in my hand. 

"It feels like you're ready to go." I said. 

His cock pulsed in my hand. "I've been saving it up all week," he said, "I'm horny as fuck."

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Pucked Part 1 w/ Illustrations

Eduardo over at www.thegaycartoons.com has created some pretty awesome illustrations to go along with  the first part of my story "Pucked". Check out all of the pics at http://www.thegaycartoons.com/content/story.php?storyID=cp&pageLang=english& . Here's a preview:

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Pucked, Part 4

In this chapter, Ben challenges Luke to identify five of his teammates only be smelling their gear. After studying some sweaty undies for a week, Ben tries to sniff out the owner of each pair in the locker-room. Ben and his buds have some fun trying to humiliate Luke and lots of hot jock sex follows. 

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Basketball Jock and Prof, Part 9

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Basketball Jock and Prof, Part 9
Cosmic Charlie - Cosmic709@yahoo.com

After the night when Mike gave me his virginity, our relationship completely changed. Though he left my house that morning after breakfast, he texted me later in the day to remind me what a good time he had. By the following Monday morning, he had texted me  to see if I wanted to get dinner with him that night. Over the next few days our relationship morphed from being primarily fuck buddies to being something closer to a dating couple.

Of course, Mike had to be careful about how open he was about his sexuality. He did not want to make national news as an openly gay college basketball player, both because it might jeopardize whatever chances he had of playing professional ball and because he just didn't want the attention.

Pucked, Chapter 3

Pucked, Part 3

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After confessing my fantasies to Ben, he had complete control over me. He knew every button to push and every one of my kinks. He used his knowledge to elicit blow jobs from me almost every evening. I was happy to suck his dick, but Ben made me beg him for it. He got off on seeing me wallow in his piss and drinking his cum. He knew that I couldn't resist him.

Outside of the locker room, he started to acknowledge my presence when he saw me on campus. Having one of our star athletes talk to me in the commons did wonders for my social life. All sorts of people suddenly thought that I was one of the cool guys on campus.

After about a week of blow jobs, Ben invited me to a party he was having at his house that weekend. When he told me about the party, he said I could come as long as I followed his rules. On Thursday night, after I had sucked him off, he informed me that his only rule was, "Always say yes." I wasn't sure exactly what he meant by that, but I figured he had something planned for me at the party. 

I showed up at Ben's house at around 10 on Friday night. The party was getting going, and the main floor of his place was filled with athletes and jersey chasers. The girls were drunk and dressed in their sluttiest clothes. Most of them would be full of jock cum before the next morning. The guys were clearly enjoying themselves and were busy competing for the hottest chicks. 

Pucked, Chapter 2

Pucked, Part 2

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Over the next two weeks I never once saw Ben, or anyone else for that matter, while cleaning up the locker rooms. My life returned to the boring and somewhat degrading monotony of cleaning bathrooms and mopping floors. However, one thing had changed. Since my encounter with Ben, the occasional piece of clothing would show up in the locker room. 

At first, I found an odd sock and figured that it had just been left there accidently. But when I examined it, I found a crusty spot on the heel of the sock. Someone had cum onto it. Without even thinking, I moistened the spot with my spit and sucked the rehydrated cum out of the sock. As I savored the taste of old cum, I inhaled the musky foot odor. The next day I found a pair of boxer briefs and then a day later a jock strap. I realized when I found the jock that it did not come from the same person who left the boxer briefs. The sizes were different and the jock actually had initials written on the waistband. All of this gear was coming from different people.

My love of raunchy underwear knows almost no limits, and I stole the gear with absolutely no concerns about the consequences. I took each item home, sniffed it for an hour or two, and then manically beat off while huffing the man smells from the jock. I loved rubbing the gear onto my face. The smell of sweat and cum would stay on with me for hours after I had finished. When I was done, I sealed each one in a bag and saved it for later. By the end of the third week, I had four socks and nine random pieces of underwear. Most of the clothes had cum on them and all of them had been used before they were left.

Pucked, Chapter 1

Pucked
Cosmic Charlie

When I came to college I thought I would be the big man on campus. I had been popular and athletic in high school, and I figured that my natural ability to be the top dog would transfer easily to college life. At the university, I discovered that the hierarchy is already set and that as a freshman I was on the bottom. The big men, the guys every other dude wanted to be, were older and stronger. I might be able to get there some day, but for now I was at the bottom of the pole.

My social position was worsened when I was assigned janitorial work by the work study office on campus. I needed money and the federal government said I had to work for it. So, every night, Monday through Friday, I worked from 6 to 10 cleaning campus buildings.

No one really likes the janitors. Even though every other student knew that I was a student just like them and even though a lot of them had other menial jobs like flipping burgers in the cafeteria, when I put on my uniform I became a kind of joke. It amazed me that guys would be cool with me in class, then laugh at me when they saw me walking into a bathroom with my mop bucket.

Basketball Jock and Prof, Chapter 8

Basketball Jock and Prof, Part 8
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After a long day playing in the sun and fondling each other, both Mike and I were ready to make dinner and relax for a while. Before we went into the house, I pulled my boxer-briefs back on, but Mike remained naked. At this point in the day, he smelled like a man who had been moving around and sweating all day. There was a definite smell of sweat and sex about him, and I was happy that he chose to remain naked.

He hovered over me in the kitchen as I seasoned two steaks that I had in my freezer. Mike's playfulness, which I first saw when he was goofing around with Gunnar at the park, was back. While I cooked, he purposely got in my way, shoved me, and occasionally licked me or grabbed my genitals. The game of grab ass would have frustrated me, except for the fact that it was making both of us horny as fuck.

Mike's dick, which had softened for maybe a minute or two all afternoon, was standing straight out in front of him. His copious and constant flow of precum oozed out as he walked around the kitchen, dripping onto my floor.

"Put that thing away," I told him, "You're making a mess."

Mike looked down at his cock and ran his finger through his dick snot. He quickly shoved the finger into my mouth, "Admit it," he said, "You don't really want me to put it away, do you?"

I sucked his finger and savored the sweet and salty taste. "No, but I'm hungry as fuck. If we don't quit fucking for a few minutes, we're going to starve to death."

"Fine." Mike said. He walked into my living room and threw himself down on the couch. His huge frame occupied all of the three-person sofa. He flipped on the TV and immediately, probably automatically, turned it to ESPN.

I was hard before, but now my dick was rock solid. There is something about a man in his element, when he is being casual like that, that really turns me on. I wanted to go lay next to him and lick every inch of his body. As I stared at him, Mike was absentmindedly playing with his junk, running his hands through his pubes and toying with his softening dick.

I turned back to the steaks and took them out to the gas grill on my back porch. I put on a shirt before I fired it up and seared the meat. About ten minutes later, Mike and I were both outside eating. He put on a t-shirt for the meal, but wasn't wearing any thing else.

While we ate we talked about my place, and Mike told me that he liked being out in the country. I felt the same way. In a small college town, campus had a tendency to take over the whole place. That meant that wherever I went, I felt like I was at work. For Mike, where ever he went he was a basketball star. After one year, I moved a few miles out of town. I liked the peace and quiet, not to mention the fact that I could do almost anything I wanted without anyone noticing or caring.

The steak slowed us both down and we lounged for a while after dinner. We went into the house, and I sat down on the larger couch. Mike surprised me and sat right next to me. After a minute, he pulled my body into his, and I rested my head against his chest. It was the first time that we'd been close like this without any intention to have sex. Our bodies relaxed into each other, and we vegged out.

We sat there, in various positions, for over two hours. At some point my head ended up in Mike's lap. Mike was still naked except for his t-shirt, and my face was only a few inches above his groin.

Slowly, I became aware of Mike's smell. His clean but masculine musk rose up around me. I rubbed my cheek against the short fur that covered his hard stomach, and Mike stretched a little bit under me. He slid down on the couch and flattened out.

I moved my face forward, slowly sliding down his treasure trail. As I got closer to his cock, the more masculine odor of that part of his body hit my nostrils. Our time of relaxation was coming to an end.

I rolled over with my head still in his crotch. I pressed the back of my head into his soft cock and smiled up at him. Mike sort of cradled my head with one of his hands and grinned back at me.

"You hungry for more?" he asked.

I massaged his dick with the back of my head, "You think you can handle another round?"

Mike didn't have to answer. His cock was already thickening beneath me. I rolled over onto my stomach so that my mouth was planted in his pubes. I kissed around the base of his cock, softly teasing him with my lips. I nuzzled my way underneath his dick and started to gently suck on his scrotum. As I moved lower, underneath his hefty balls, I could feel his cock getting hard against my head. I continued to kiss and tease his balls, never actually taking them into my mouth but sort of making out with his nut sack.

Mike grabbed onto my head and pulled my mouth up to his cock. I took the head of his dick in my mouth and swirled my tongue underneath his hood.

I felt his cock throb in my mouth and Mike groaned, "I love it when you do that."

I dug my tongue in deeper, pushing his foreskin back as I went for the ridge around his cock. I grabbed onto his dick with one of my hands and licked at the underside of his cock. He rewarded me with a drizzle of precum. Only thirty seconds into my oral assault, Mike started to buck his hips. Then suddenly, he pulled me off his cock.

"Too fast, Prof. I don't want to cum yet." he said.

"You saving your load for something else?" I asked.

Mike started to stand and said, "Let's go to your bedroom." I stood up next to him. Mike grabbed me under the shoulder and started to pick me up. I could feel his muscles strain as he bent over and lifted my body over his shoulder. He carried me, fireman style, through my house.

"You're like a fucking caveman." I said as I laughed and struggled in his grip.

"Me horny," Mike growled. He tossed me down on my bed, then stretched his back. "Fuck, you're heavier than I expected. You owe me a massage."

Mike jumped down and drove his head into my crotch. He lifted my legs up and went for my asshole. His tongue circled around my hole before plunging in. He eagerly fucked my ass with his tongue, occasionally spitting on my ass and rubbing it in with his fingers. I twisted and groaned in pleasure as he rimmed my ass, grinding my face into his face. Mike was moaning as he ate me out, clearly enjoying the work he was doing.

"Fuck, Mike. Eat my ass." I told him.

Mike growled and attacked my hole. He pulled away and looked up at me, letting my legs fall onto his shoulders, "Man, I think I can taste my cum in there."

My crotch was now in his face and Mike went to work on my balls and the area around my cock. He slid his tongue over each nut, sucking them into his mouth. He was attacking my nuts. It was like he was completely cock crazed.

Mike started to kiss right above my dick and then worked his way up my body. He kissed my abs and tongued my belly button. He slowly moved up my abs, planting five or six kisses on each inch of skin. When he got to my nipples, he kissed the first one, then bit down aggressively. I shuddered underneath him. He just looked up at me and smiled. Then he moved to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment.

Mike lifted himself up onto all fours over me and pulled his knees up so that they were in my armpits. Mike's cock was dangling over my mouth. When I opened up to take it in, he pulled it away. Instead of letting me suck on him, Mike tapped my face with his dick. His precum was dripping on my forehead as he rubbed his dick and balls into my face. I stuck out my tongue and licked at whatever I could reach. Mike grabbed both of my hands and pinned them down above my head. He slid down my body and brought his mouth onto mine.

Mike thrust his tongue into my mouth and made out with me for a few seconds, pushing my head back into the mattress. Then he pulled away and spit on his hand. When he came back down to kiss me again, he reached around and started to jerk my dick.

Twice more he spit on his hand and then jacked my cock. Usually when he pulled on my dick, he did just that - yanked and pulled the cum out of me. This time, he was gentler. I was well lubricated from the spit and his hand slid easily up and down my rod.

Then, in one sudden movement, Mike straightened up his body. Before I knew what was happening, he aimed my cock at his asshole and pushed back onto it. My dick head pushed into him.

The sudden feeling of my dick in an ass, in Mike's ass, was overwhelming. I bucked up and pushed in deeper, Mike took a sharp intake of breath. It had been months since I'd fucked someone. I'd almost forgotten what it felt like to fuck a guy. His tight ring of muscle was clamping down on my shaft, and his warm, velvety ass surrounded the head of my dick.

"I wasn't expecting that," I said to Mike.

Mike looked kind of zoned out; he was completely focused on my dick in his ass. He pressed down again and another inch went in. Mike groaned again.

"Fuck, Mike. You ok? God this is amazing." I was babbling incoherently at this point.

"Takes some getting used to, doesn't it?" he said.

His comment pulled me out of my ecstasy. Getting used to? "Is this your first time?"

Mike nodded.

"Mike, you don't have to do this." I said.

"I want to. I want you to fuck me." He pushed down again. I was now almost completely inside of him.

He laughed and groaned at the same time, "If a bitch like you can take my jock meat, a man like me should be able to sit on a dick like yours." He rubbed my chest as he said this, making it clear that he was joking. He leaned over to kiss me. As he did, my dick slid a few inches out of his ass. With his mouth on mine, he groaned again, this time out of pure pleasure. "Oh, fuck man. That feels nice."

I pushed an inch or two into him then slid back out. Slowly, I started to fuck his virgin ass.

Mike's face was planted in the blanket above my shoulder. "Oh fuck, Prof." he said while breathing hard. "Oh fuck. I'm starting to get why you like this."

I wrapped my arms around Mike's strong back, getting off on the way his muscles were moving underneath his skin. Mike's breathing was still hard, and I could tell from the occasional twitch or quick movement that he was still getting used to the feeling of my cock inside of him. His hard dick was pressed against my abs, and I could tell that he was also growing accustomed to the strange mix of pleasure and pain that comes with having a penis buried in your ass.

Mike straightened back up and pushed down onto my dick. My cock slid straight into his bowels as his ass cheeks pressed down into my pubes.

"Oh fuck yeah." he called out. "Fuck me, Prof."

Mike's huge dick stood out in front of him and was hard as steel. As he shifted around on my pole, his dick bounced against my abs, leaving dabs of slime on my stomach. My cock was harder than it had probably ever been before. I had never dreamt of fucking Mike, I always assumed that I would be the one getting fucked for as long as we were together. Now, with my cock inside of him, I was remembering how much I loved the feeling of a warm ass around my rod, and I reached out for Mike's hips to slide him up and down my fuck stick.

Mike reached out and grabbed my hands and then pinned them down along my side. As he did, he leaned over me. He started to fuck himself on my dick, holding me down as he did this. He was making sounds that I had never heard him make before.

"This feels so good, Mike." I whispered between my own groans.

"You like the feeling of my ass around your cock, Prof? You like it when I fuck myself on your stud dick?" he asked.

"I'm going to blow a huge load in your jock ass, Mike." I said as I relaxed and let him fuck himself on my dick.

Mike took his hands off of mine and put them on my chest. He pressed down hard on me as he shifted his weight. As Mike moved his body up and down on my dick, every single one of his muscles flexed. His calves bulged and his abs were flat and hard. His pecs and shoulders were shiny with his sweat.

"You think you're ready to cum, Prof." he asked. As he said this he clamped down hard on my dick a few times. I could tell the pressure on his hole sent a new feeling through his body, because he moaned after he did this. Mike was starting to figure out how this worked.

"Yes," I hissed. I started to buck my hips up against his ass, trying to match his rhthym. Our fucking was getting deeper and faster.

"Jerk me off." Mike commanded, "Pull on my dick, Prof."

I grabbed onto his huge dick and started to pull at it. I loved watching the way his foreskin slid up and down the head, winking at me while I jacked him off. Mike's dick was pulsing and dripping. He was close.

After a minute of hard, fast fucking, I started to shoot my load into Mike's ass. I pushed my dick in as deep as I could. For a second, Mike tried to buck off of me, not sure he could take it all, but when my cock got in, he calmed down. There was no way my dick was leaving his ass until I shot my whole load. My orgasm ripped through my body and my cock pulsed as rope after rope of cum painted Mike's insides.

Mike started to cum just as I finished. He had grabbed onto my hand and was using my hand to jerk himself off. I loved the feeling of his muscular grip on the outside of my hand and his hard, slick dick on the inside. As his orgasm approached, his asshole twitch around my still hard cock.

"Oh, fuck yeah. Here it comes, Prof." Mike called out. He leaned back as he came. His cum was thinner than I had ever seen it before, but about four times as voluminous. Quick, watery shots blasted out of his dick, covering my chest, my face, and the sheets around me. It was like getting hit with a water gun, and it kept coming and coming. When he finished my abs and whole chest were covered with his load. It ran down my sides and pooled in the valleys between my muscles.

Mike leaned forward to kiss me. My cock slid out of his ass as he moved over me. As he bent over he brought his chest down into the cummy mess that covered me and rammed his tongue into my mouth.

"Jesus fuck." he said after he caught his breath. "That was fucking intense." He ran a finger through the cum that covered my furry body.

"What a fucking mess. I've never cum like that before." he said.

I flopped back and closed my eyes, taking in the awesome feeling of Mike's heavy body on top of mine. "That was amazing. What the hell got into you?"

"I wanted to try it. I've been waiting all day." he said.

"Did you like it?" I asked.

"It was different, but good." he said.

"It was more than good for me. It was incredible." I said.

Mike started to get off of me. Both of our bodies were covered with his cum. Mike rubbed my chest, massaging his cum into my skin.

"We should hit the shower," I said.

"I kind of like it, Prof." Mike replied, "Let it dry on your skin."

I was too far into my post-orgasmic haze to complain, and my sheets could always be washed. Mike and I lay on the bed watching TV for at least a half an hour as the cum, freezing cold as it evaporated, dried off. The whole time I could smell the odor of semen, which kept me in a perpetually boned up state. Mike seemed to enjoy it. Not so much because he liked the cum play, but because he liked the fact that I did it without complaining or questioning him. He had just had my cock in his ass, and he probably needed to feel in control.  In any case, we slept like that, covered in dry cum in a room that reeked of sex.

When I woke up the next morning, Mike was laying on his back next to me. I love the feeling of waking up next to a man, especially because I'm so used to sleeping alone. The heat and weight of another body is intoxicating. The tent in the sheet revealed Mike's morning erection. I wanted morning sex. My cock was hard and ready to go.

I crawled under the covers, hoping to wake Mike up with my mouth on his cock. It was warm and humid under the sheets. I moved down toward Mike's crotch. There was an intense heat rising from his groin, and his crotch was musky. I took a minute to enjoy his smell before grabbing his cock and turning it toward my mouth.

His dick slipped past my lips, and I ran my tongue around the head. I focused all my efforts on the tip, thinking that by nursing on his morning wood he would wake up in a place of pure pleasure.

After about thirty seconds Mike groaned loudly and his hands grabbed onto my head. His whole body stretched out around me.

"Ahh, fuck that's nice." Mike said in a groggy voice.

A blast of cool air hit my naked skin as he lifted up the covers. I looked up at him, never taking his dick out of my mouth.

Mike scratched the back of my head, right at the neckline. "You're such a cock hound, Prof., taking advantage of me while I slept like that."

I pulled my mouth off his dick. "I couldn't help myself,"

Suddenly Mike started to pull away. "I gotta piss." he said. He got out of bed and walked toward the bathroom. I followed him into the bathroom. We stood at the toilet together and waited for a few hard minutes to let our dicks soften.

Neither of us was looking downward. The sight of each others' cocks was counter productive at this point. Mike started to piss first, and I heard his strong flow hit the water. It sounded like a racehorse was pissing. That got me going. I hadn't stood next to a guy and pissed like this since I was about ten years old. It felt much more erotic this time.

After he shook the last drops from his dick, Mike pulled me back into the bedroom. He went to my dresser and pulled a ziplock bag out of the top drawer. Inside was the cummy jock, now dried, that he gave me months ago. I had told him where I kept in a few weeks back. He sat down on my bed and spread his legs wide.

"Come sit here." he said, pointing between his legs.

I walked over and sat on the bed, between his legs, facing him. Mike planted a quick kiss on my lips and then grabbed me around the hips, pulling my midsection toward him. My crotch pressed into his, and I wrapped my legs around his back. I grabbed Mike's body to keep myself from falling backward, while he started to lick at and kiss my shoulder.

Mike reached down between our bodies and pulled our dicks together. Then he started to jerk us off together. His hands were enormous, and he easily wrapped his fingers around my dick and his at the same time. Within a minute, my dick was hard against his.

With his free hand and teeth Mike opened the baggie and pulled out the jock. The stink of sweat and old cum exploded from it. Mike bundled it up in his hand and pressed it against my face.

"Get off on my, Prof." he said, "I want thoughts of me to be the only thing going through your mind."

Mike continued to talk and whisper into my ear. He had succeeded in his goal. With the jock covering my mouth and nose and his voice in my ear, all of my senses were controlled by him. Mike was everything I was experiencing at that moment.

I pushed my body back a little bit to give Mike room to perform the hand job. As I did, I moved my mouth to the front of his neck and throat, hoping to nuzzle him a little. Mike took the dirty underwear away from my face. I ran my tongue over his adams apple, then moved up his jaw line to the lobe of his ear. I gently sucked and bit at his ear.

Mike exhaled loudly and his grip tightened on our dicks. "I fucking love that," he said. I redoubled my efforts, sticking out my tongue and licking the around his ear.

While making out his rough cheek scraped against mine. To me, that is the sound and feeling of pure man sex - two unshaven cheeks scratching against each other. I pushed into him and rubbed my face against his. Mike's face was turned downward, and I could feel his hot breath against my shoulder.

Our cocks were both oozing by this time. Our precum was mixing together and lubing both of our cocks up. I reached down and ran my finger through our collective cock slime, then brought my finger up to Mike's mouth. He smiled, then kissed the tip of my finger, licking up our juices. Before he could take it all in, I snuck my mouth up against his. My tongue darted into his mouth, trying to get a taste.

Through all our making out and necking, Mike never slowed his masturbating of our cocks and never missed a beat in his rhythm. We were both starting to get into the sensations on our dicks, and our hips were moving in time. Both of us gently fucked Mike's tight fist.

As my orgasm started to build, I released my grip around Mike and let myself fall backward onto my back, saying "Mike, I'm gonna cum soon."

"I wanna cum with you Prof." Mike said, "You gotta hang on a minute."

I did my best to control myself, and I think Mike tried to loosen his grip on the tip of my dick. He moved his substantially bigger dick lower, so that the head of his cock was pressing against my shaft. After about thirty seconds, I knew I couldn't hold out any longer.

"I'm going cum Mike." I said.

"Do it." Mike commanded, "Cum for me."

I bucked my hips and started to shoot my load. I heard Mike groan right after I started to shoot, and felt his or my semen land at the base of my cock. As I came, the throbbing of his cock against mine augmented the feelings in my dick. Mike kept his grip tight and kept jerking both our dicks throughout our orgasm.

As our orgasms subsided, Mike fell backwards onto the bed. Both of us lay there for at least five minutes. Our balls and cocks were nestled up against each other. His strong legs ran down both sides of my body. As I caught my breath, I ran my fingers down through his leg hair.

Mike broke the peace by moving to get up. He grabbed one of my t-shirts off the floor and cleaned the cum off his body.

"You want some breakfast?" Mike asked.

"You're going to cook for me?" I asked back.

"I've got three skills: playing basketball, fucking, and cooking eggs. I want to show you the last one." he said.

"I'm game." I told him.

Mike did, in fact, cook a mean plate of eggs. We ate breakfast together, then I drove him back into town. I had the feeling that our relationship had changed, that it had become a relationship in fact, but tried not to get my hopes up. Mike had been a little unpredictable about things like this in the past, but I was hoping that this was the start of something for us.
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Basketball Jock and Prof, Chapter 7

Basketball Jock and Prof, Part 7
Cosmic Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com

The days after Selection Sunday were kind of a blur. The team had to travel to play, so Mike never called on me for sex. The atmosphere on campus was charged, like it always is when a team is making a tournament run. No matter how big of a long shot, everyone believes for those few weeks that we could become national champions. The basketball team progressed all the way to the Elite Eight, before being eliminated by the team seeded second in our region. Just like that, the electric atmosphere on campus collapsed and things went back to normal.

I thought a lot about Mike during that time, especially after the team was eliminated. He was an athlete and had been his entire life. I knew that he should be quite used to winning and losing. At the same time, he had spent a few weeks in the national spotlight, and though he had lost games before, he had never lost a game this big.

During the basketball season, I had never pursued any kind of relationship with Mike both because he didn't seem to want that and because I had been explicitly told (threatened really) not to fuck with his head. A whole week passed without hearing from Mike or any of his teammates for that matter, and I started to think about calling him up. I never made the first move when it came to Mike, and I was nervous that it might change things between us.

While debating all of this in my head, I got a phone call from Mike's friend John. John was one of the only people who knew that Mike and I fucked around regularly, and he had noticed a glint of some kind of relationship between us early on. John told me that Mike was pretty much crushed and that no one had been able to get him out of bed. He suggested that I go over to Mike's place to see if I could get him to snap out of it.

I drove over to Mike's apartment and was buzzed in by John, who lived in the same building. Both guys lived in a university owned complex, and the bulk of their building housed male and female athletes. Mike had a single room, and John let me in.

Mike's apartment was decorated in a style that my father once called 'early college.' Hand me down couches, beer posters, and whatever other furniture could be found on the street, punctuated by a few nice items that were probably given to him by his parents. The apartment was messy, suffering from general neglect during the build-up to the tournament and then after the team's elimination. I found Mike in his bedroom, watching TV.

When I walked into the room, Mike looked at me with a crooked sneer on his face. "Jesus, the guys must be desperate to get me out of bed if they sent for you." he said.

"John says you've been laying around for a week." I said.

Mike still hadn't moved a muscle. "Does he think that you're going to lure me out of bed with your dick-sucking skills?" Mike had meant this as a sarcastic remark, but neither of us could keep from laughing.

"Come to think about it," he said, "That might work."

"You gotta get out of bed first." I told him. "C'mon, I'll buy you lunch."

Mike sighed loudly and started to get out of bed, making a big production as he did so. He rose up off the mattress and started to walk toward me. He had an incredibly sexy, just got out of bed look to him. His muscles were soft and relaxed and his hair was messy and just a little oily.

Mike sauntered over to me, doing a kind of sexy walk as he approached, and said, "You sure you want this?"

As he said this he raised his left arm and pushed his pit into my face. Mike smelled rank. He had apparently not bothered to shower in the last week either. His scent was too much for me. I pulled away.

He planted a quick kiss on my lips. His mouth tasted clean. He saw me notice, "I brushed my teeth. I'm not an animal you know. God, I can smell my BO on your face."

Mike walked past me and grabbed a towel off of a hook near his door. He walked into the master bath to clean up. In the meantime, I stripped the sheets off of his bed and, miraculously, found a clean set in his closet which I made the bed with. John walked in while I was making the bed. He congratulated me on getting Mike up. Right around then, the shower water started and Mike called out, "Prof! Are you really going to pass up the chance to shower with me?"

I looked at John, "I gotta go." I smiled in a kind of guilty way. I had sucked John's dick, so I knew he wasn't completely grossed out by man-sex, but it was still an embarrassing moment.

"Take care of him," John said and then he left the apartment.

I walked into the bathroom and found that Mike was already in the shower with the curtain pulled. I started to undress. As I did so, Mike looked out from the side of the shower, "Strip for me." He said.

"Mike . . ." I groaned.

"Do a sexy Professor dance for me." he whined.

I did my best to strip off my clothes in a sexy way. I am a person who takes himself very seriously, and even in a bathroom alone with a guy who has fucked me in almost every way known to man, I was embarrassed to do a strip tease. I finished by kicking my black boxer briefs onto a pile of clothes, and stepped into the shower behind Mike.

Mike was standing like a statue underneath the hot water. Steam was pouring up around me. I could still smell Mike's body odor. I grabbed the body wash from the side of the tub and squeezed some onto Mike's back.

As I rubbed the soap along his muscular shoulders and back, I did my best to massage his muscles. Mike turned to putty in my hands, relaxing entirely into me. My dick started to get hard and was soon pressed against his backside. If Mike felt it, he didn't say anything.

I worked my hands lower and soaped up his ass cheeks. I kneaded his ample gluts with my hands. Mike leaned into me a little bit as I did this. The soapy water ran down his ass crack and I slipped my hand in between his cheeks. I soaped his crack and toyed with his rosebud. I gently ran my finger around it, pressing lightly but making no effort to enter him. Part of me hoped that Mike would push back on my finger, but he didn't respond.

I removed my hands from his butt and squeezed out more soap. I wrapped my arms around Mike and started to wash his chest. As I did this, I hugged him close, both out of necessity and desire. My cock was nestled into the crack of his ass and his muscular back pushed against my pecs.

I brought my hands up his body and rubbed the soap over his muscular, mounded pecs. I gently, almost as if it were an accident, pinched his nipples. Then I brought my mouth to Mike's neck and started to kiss the base of his neck while rubbing his chest. Mike groaned softly and turned his face to the side, his mouth reaching for mine. I stretched toward him and we started to make out over his shoulder, my hands still on his chest, our bodies still pressed together.

This time, our kisses were slow and much more passionate than they had ever been in the past. Slowly, I opened Mike's mouth with my lips and our tongues mingled. Our kisses were inexact because of the difference in our heights. We were licking each other's faces, randomly connecting, and tasting one another as we went.

I moved my hands lower, following the trail of soap to Mike's hard cock. I slid my hand up all ten inches of his dick. When I reached the head of his dick, I felt his hand on mine. Mike pulled back his foreskin and let the water wash away the smegma that had accumulated there over the last week. The sight of his dirty cock only served to remind me how strong and manly he was. It was an intense turn on.

After he had cleaned himself, Mike let go of my hand. I started to slowly jerk him off, letting his hood slide over the head and do all the work. Our kissing continued, getting sloppier and faster as I went. After only thirty seconds of jerking him off, I felt Mike's cock swell in my hand.

Mike's body tensed against mine as he orgasmed. His cock throbbed as waves of cum shot out. I moved my hand to the tip of his dick, to catch whatever cum I could. Even in the warm shower, his cum felt hot against my skin. I brought my cum covered hand up to my mouth and tasted his sweet load. Mike greedily moved his mouth back to mine, sticking his tongue into my cum filled mouth. My cock throbbed against his ass again.

Mike turned around to face me. His cock was still hard, and as he stepped toward me it slid between my legs. As his heart beat, I could feel his cock pulsing and twitching against my balls.

We started to make out again. Mike is an aggressive kisser. He tends to throw his whole body into making out. In the past, I've always been pressed against something when he kissed me. He's sandwiched me against beds, walls, and bathroom stalls. This time, he reached around me with his arms and pulled me into him. I pushed against him. Mike's body was hard with muscles, and I could feel every twitch and bulge as he moved his arms around me.

He used his mouth to open mine, and his tongue invaded my mouth again. I was so overcome with passion that I broke off the kiss and started to kiss, suck, and chew on Mike's neck. He took the opportunity to go to work on my ear lobes.

The more we made out, the hotter I got. I started pressing my cock into Mike's abs, working the head against his body. Mike noticed my movement and dropped to his knees to suck me.

Mike dove onto my cock-head while working the shaft with his hands. His grip was firm and tight as he swirled his tongue around the tip of my dick. I ran my hands through his wet hair, and he looked up at me.

"You gonna give me your cum, Prof?" he asked.

I nodded as I thrust my dick through his tight fingers.

"C'mon stud," he said, "Cum for me." Mike didn't break eye contact, but he stuck out his tongue and started to lick the bottom of my glans. I was so boned up that it was only seconds before my load shot out of my dick and onto his tongue. Mike greedily closed his mouth to eat my load, and the next few shots hit him on the lips and on the chin. I used my fingers to scoop up my cum and feed it to him. As I pushed my load into his mouth, he sucked on my fingers and lightly bit one of them.

He stood up and planted another kiss on my mouth. I could faintly taste my semen on his lips. Mike broke off the kiss and leaned back to let the shower water wash the cummy residue from his face. Mike turned the water off, and we both stepped out of the shower into the bathroom.

When we were both dry, I told Mike to get dressed. I wanted to get him out of the apartment and take him out for lunch. He needed to get his mind off of the end of the season and start to focus on school and everything else.

I drove Mike to a little cafe in the more historic 'downtown' area of our little town. We had lunch together and talked mainly about what he was up to for the rest of the year. Mike admitted that his near total focus on basketball really distracts him from having any other goals. When the season ended, it wasn't just losing that depressed him, but the fact that he didn't really have anything else to occupy his time.

After lunch, I asked him if he wanted me to take him home. Mike wasn't up for that, so I suggested that we go grab my dog and take him for a walk at a nature preserve nearby.

We picked Gunnar up from my house and took him to a park nearby. Gunnar loves being out in the wild, running without a leash, and Mike loved playing with him. There was something almost boyish about him when he was running with the dog, pulling sticks out of his mouth, and wrestling him to the ground. Mike was normally such a serious guy, but out here, in the park, he was a lot more relaxed.

It was a warm spring day and we walked through the woods almost without saying anything to each other. Between the roughhousing with the dog and the moisture from the forest floor, we both ended up a little sweaty and dirty. Mike had slid in the mud a couple of times while wrestling sticks out of Gunnar's mouth, and his white shirt was now smudged with dirt.

When we were both back sitting in the car, Mike looked over at me, "Thanks for doing this." he said. "I needed to get up and get going."

He sat next to me in jeans and a dirty white t-shirt. With his short hair and pumped up arms, he looked a like a porn producer's version of a farm-boy.

I smiled at him, "I like you Mike. Not just your dick, you know, I like all of you. I wanted to help."

Mike might have blushed a little. Then he reached over and put his hand on my shoulder. "I like you too. Today was great." As he said this his hand slid down my arm and he took my hand into his.

He paused for a minute holding my hand. The moment was quickly turning awkward, and I didn't know what to do or say.

"You still like my dick though, right?" Mike asked and pulled my hand over to his crotch, "Because . . ."

His dick was hard and snaking down his leg. I chuckled a little as I put my truck into gear, "You're fucking hard all the time. I think there might be something wrong with you."

He ground his crotch into my hand, "Yeah . . . you wanna check me out doctor?"

"I'm not that kind of doctor." I said.

We joked around as I drove down my driveway. When we got up to the house, Mike sauntered away from the car and walked over to the front steps and sat down. His hard dick stretched the fabric of his jeans.

"You gotta pay the toll if you want to get in." Mike said, smiling up at me like an idiot. The sun was shiny on his face. He looked unbelievably masculine, sitting on the steps, smeared with some mud, legs spread open wide.

"You remember." I said as I walked up to him.

The first time Mike had shown up to my house for sex, he had compelled me to blow him on the front steps before he let me in the house.

Mike grabbed me around my ass and pulled me toward him. He pushed his face into my crotch and started to bite at my dick through my pants. I moaned and pushed my crotch into his face harder.

Mike looked up at me from his perch on the steps. "Hmm . . . you like it when I chew on your dick." he said.

"Fuck yeah, Mike." I replied as he continued to bite down on my hard tube.

With his free hand, Mike reached down into his pants and pulled his dick out of the fly of his jeans. His hard uncut cock was oozing pre-cum.

"Hang on." I said. I took about ten steps back and looked at him.  Mike was sitting there with his legs spread. His big, shiny dick was standing straight up in front of him against his white t-shirt. His short hair was a little messy and his skin was a little shiny. My jaw dropped.

"You like?" Mike asked. He moved his hand in front of him and dipped his finger in his precut. Then he brought the digit up to his mouth and licked it off.

I walked toward him and fell to my knees in front of him. I quickly sucked up what remained of his cock-honey, then pulled his balls out of the fly of his pants. Mike has huge, low-hanging balls, and I rolled them in my hands. I pushed my nose up underneath his balls and inhaled the smell of soap and sweat. Then I took his sac into my mouth and sucked on one ball then the other. I went to work on Mike's sac, giving him the kind of ball job that I knew he loved. Mike, in turn, pushed my face into his balls,  just the way he knew I liked it.

After a few minutes of sucking on Mike's sac, I took the initiative and pulled his jeans down and off. I lifted up his legs and started to lick at his asshole. Mike's hairy buns scratched against my cheeks as I dug my tongue into his ass. The tight ring of muscle tightened around my tongue as I plunged in and out.

Mike's big hands grabbed a hold of my head after only about thirty seconds of the rim job. Mike pulled my head, gently but firmly, up to his mouth and kissed me hard on the lips. He broke away from the kiss and looked me into the eyes and smiled at me.

"I want a taste of your dick, Prof. Turn around." I stood up quickly and pulled off my pants. My dick sprung up and slapped into my abs. I squatted down over Mike so that he could suck my dick while I ate out his asshole.

Mike's hot, wet mouth felt so good on my dick. His tongue work was amazing and his ability to let my dick slip effortlessly in and out of his throat always impressed me. When I took Mike's cock in my throat, I had to control my gag reflex. Mike did not seem to have a gag reflex. His throat just opened and closed at will.

As I tongued his ass, his big dick was hard against my chest. It felt hot, and I could feel it pulse and shift underneath me. The longer I rimmed him, the more I thought about his dick, and the more I thought about his dick, the more I wanted him to fuck me.

Almost as soon as I thought it, Mike seemed to understand. I felt his fingers on my hole. He was gentle at first, but quickly graduated to full on finger fucking. He had one finger from each hand inside me. In addition to the constant thrusting in and out, there was a gentle pressure pulling me open. It was almost like a pliers was opening me up. My ass muscles were being stretched in all sorts of interesting ways, and the sensations were overwhelming.

"Mike," I groaned, "I'm gonna cum soon."

Mike spit my cock out of his mouth, "Not yet, stud." he said. His tongue and mouth started to snake through the pubes and creases at the base of my dick, making out with my crotch as he pulled at my hole.

I couldn't stand it anymore. I groaned, "I need you to fuck me."

I sat up on top of him and turned my body around so that I was kneeling over his stomach facing him. Mike was lying down, and his arms were stretched up over his head. His torso made a perfect V from his thin waist to his amazingly strong upper body. His hairy pits were right there and open for business. I bent down and kissed his nipple and then licked his pit.

"I'm going fuck myself on your stud dick." I said as I kissed him along the jaw.

"I love the way you get off on my body, Prof." he said before pulling me away and pushing me back into a kneeling position. "And I love the way I get off on your body too." Mike squeezed down and his dick popped up behind me and smacked me in the small of the ass as if to emphasize the point.

"I want you inside me." I said. I reached around behind me and grabbed on to his dick preparing to slide it into my ass.

"Hang on." Mike said.

Mike stood up and pulled me to my feet with him. He walked me over to railing of the porch and kicked my feet apart. "I want to do you standing up." he said.

"You just want to be in control." I said, half joking, back to him.

"Please. A dirty slut like you? You want me to be in control," he said as he bit down on my neck. He thrust his body against the my ass. "Plus, I can pound you harder this way."

"Just fuck me, will you?" I groaned. I needed to be fucked. His toying, sucking, and dirty talk had me dying for his cock.

Mike reached down and grabbed his cock. I felt it push against my button, and then he slipped into me. His ten inch dick glided into my ass, pushing my guts out of the way. Mike drove all the way in, and then ground his pubes against me. He started to thrust in and out of me, long and slow.

Mike's mouth was on the back of my neck as he fucked me. The warm spring air felt incredibly good on my body. It was cool enough that we weren't sweating but warm enough that we weren't cold. I was loving it. I turned my face around and tried to connect with Mike's mouth.

Instead of kissing me on the lips he started to suck on my earlobe. With his free hand he reached down and started to rub my abs and pubes. Every so often, he would pull on my cock, but most of the time he just massaged my stomach.

Over the course of the next ten minutes, Mike picked up the pace moving from fucking me slowly to fucking me harder and more strongly. As I pushed my ass out to great his thrusts, I leaned lower over the railing. His kisses had stopped, instead I felt his hot breath, panting against my back.

"Of fuck, Prof." Mike suddenly said, "Here comes my cum."

I straightened up and turned my head to face him. In his ecstasy, Mike stuck his tongue into my mouth. We kissed sloppily as he groaned and panted into my mouth. I sucked back hard as his cum gushed into my body.

Mike's orgasm lasted a solid minute, and he made out with me the whole way through. As soon as he was finished he pulled out of me and turned my body around. Mike dropped to his knees and took my cock deep into his mouth. He sucked and tongued me while pulling on my balls. Within seconds I was cumming.

Mike ate every drop of my cum. He never paused or acted like he didn't want it. As my ass contracted with my orgasm, I could feel his cum start to leak out of my asshole, adding to the overall sensation.

When the last blast of cum left my cock, just as my cock head was getting too sensitive to keep in Mike's mouth, I pulled out and fell to my knees. I put my hand around Mike's, taking his hard, muscular neck into my hands, and pulled his mouth into mine. As we made out his hands came around my back and he pulled my body into his.

We stayed like that for what felt like an hour but was probably only ten minutes, our arms around each other and our tongues exploring each other's mouths. Both of our cocks were soft from the long session, and I loved the feeling of his soft, silky genitals against my own.

Mike and I sat on the porch together, naked for about an hour as the sun set and the air cooled. Most of the time we were silent, but there was some conversation and a little bit of sexy touching. Mostly, we just enjoyed being with each other, outside and in the buff. When it got too chill for us, we moved into the house to make some dinner.

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Basketball Jock and Prof, Chapter 6

Basketball Jock and Prof, Part 5
Cosmic Charlie

Thanks for all the emails guys. As always, if you've got any ideas, I'd love to hear of them. Many of the twists, turns, plunges, thrusts, and poundings this story has taken were inspired by reader emails - cosmic709@yahoo.com.

Last time: The Prof and Mike went to the gym at the athletics center on campus and tag-teamed a bottom named Logan in the steam-room. After fucking the Prof in the showers, Mike returned to the Prof's house and spent the night with him.

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When I woke up the next morning, Mike was not in the bed with me. My heart immediately sank. I jumped out of bed, threw on some boxers, and walked out into my kitchen. Mike was sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee in his hand. He was fully dressed. When he saw me, he stood up.

"I didn't want to just take off, but I gotta get going." he said.

"You can hang out here today if you want," I told him, hoping he would stay.

"I've got to his the gym, then go to practice and do school stuff. Last night was amazing. Thanks for that," he said.

"Anytime," I replied.

Mike walked over to me and grabbed my butt cheek through my boxers. "You know I'll take you up on that," he said. Then he turned for the door and left my house.

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I didn't hear from Mike for over a week. I was going kind of crazy on the inside, but knew better than to try to get in touch with Mike. I wasn't above begging for his cock, but I was in a weird place emotionally and didn't want to pull him into my head space. The NCAA tournament was weeks away, and Mike needed to focus on basketball.

A week and a half later, I got an invitation via campus mail to come to the team's watch party as the NCAA tournament seedings were announced on Selection Sunday. One of my colleagues saw the invite and literally turned green with envy.

"You got invited to the team's watch party? Jesus, who'd you have to fuck to get that?" We laughed together at his joke. I didn't tell him that it wasn't so much a matter of fucking as getting fucked.

"I got a plus one. You wanna come?" I asked.

Dr. Stevens gushed with enthusiasm and thanked me profusely for the invite.

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The following Sunday, I picked up Stevens and drove to the bar where the team was watching the coverage on ESPN. There were a ton of people there. The whole team, coaches and their families, and a crowd of guests had assembled to see how high the team would be seeded in the tournament. Most of the other people their were the players' families and their friends from on campus. So far as I could tell, we were the only faculty members in the joint.

As I glanced around the room, I caught the basketball coach's eye. He walked over to me. "Professor, I'm glad you could make it."

I thanked him for the invite.

"Mike tells me that your private tutoring kept him eligible last quarter. Jordan and James said you helped them out too," he patted me on the back, then said, "You know, we need more faculty members like you."

We chatted back and forth for a while, then Stevens and I took a seat at a table in the middle of the room. Various players who we had taught came up to our table to say hi. Then, finally, Mike came over.

"Hey, Dr. G." Mike called as he walked over to me. He immediately put his arm around my shoulder.

"Uh, Dr. Stevens, this is Mike. One of the team's stars." I said.

Stevens reached out his hand to shake Mike's. Mike shook his hand and then sat down at our table in a seat close to me. Stevens and Mike started to talk about the team's season.

While they were talking, Mike reached moved his hand underneath the table. He was leaning in over me in order to talk to Stevens in the noisy event hall. I could smell his cologne as he leaned in. Mike had primped a little for the event.  He was wearing a suit that fit his large frame perfectly. The cut of the jacket emphasized the v-shape of his torso and the strength of his upper body. His hair was combed down, and he had a pleasant, earthy smell to him.

Suddenly, I felt his hand on the inside of my thigh. I jumped a little as he rubbed my leg. I made eye contact with him, and he flashed me a quick smile. Slowly, his hand moved up my thigh and into my crotch. Mike pawed at my junk while he continued to chat up my colleague. He never missed a beat. My dick got hard and snaked down my pants leg. I did everything I could to remain composed and pretend like nothing was happening, but Mike had me hard and was rubbing my cock in just the right way. If he kept going much longer, I would blow a load in my khakis.

I shot him a panicked look and Mike pulled his hand away before I messed myself. He said goodbye to both of us and went back to sit with the team as the main coverage began on TV. After I finished my drink, I got up to go to the bathroom.

As I stood at the urinal taking a piss, I heard the door open behind me. Before I had a chance to think there was a hand on the back of my shirt, which pulled me, almost violently, away from the wall. My piss splashed on the floor before I could cut off the flow.

"I'm really horny." Mike growled as he pulled me toward the stall. "I haven't gotten off all week." Though he was being aggressive, I could tell by his smile that he was having fun with me.

Mike was pulling me through the bathroom by the back of my collar. I tried my best to tell him this was a bad idea, but all I could do was gasp his name.

He opened the door to the stall, pushed me down on the toilet seat, and locked the door behind him.

When Mike turned around, his crotch was inches from my face. Once again, I found myself being forced to look up at my stud. He looked handsome as hell in his shirt and tie. Mike had the kind of body that menswear is made to fit, and at that moment he looked more like a model than a basketball player.

I glanced at his cock and breathed in heavily. His cologne was strong enough to have filled the stall, and the scent was putting me into a kind of trance.

"This is a bad idea, Mike. There are a lot of people out there." I said. I was looking down at the floor, trying to avoid eye contact.

Mike started to massage the back of my neck, kneading the flesh with his strong hands. When a man massages my neck, I'll do almost anything he asks. Mike, of course, knew all of my weaknesses by now, and it was only a matter of time before I gave in.

"Just pick up your feet if someone comes in." he said.

I sighed, "Mike . . . this is a bad idea." The hand on the back of my neck was slowly pulling me into his body. I was still resisting, but only a little.

With his free hand, Mike grabbed at his junk. His huge cock pulled at the fabric of his dress pants. "Is this ever a bad idea, Prof."

I looked at his cock, then looked up into his blue eyes. His hand was still on the back of my head, lulling me into submission. I gave up and groaned, "No" and fell into the fabric covering his crotch.

I pushed my face up underneath his cock and dug into his balls, inhaling deeply as I went. Mike was wearing clean clothes and he had showered before the selection party. I couldn't smell much, but just breathing in air that had touched his junk got me hard. I nuzzled in deeper, pushing my face against his balls. His hard cock was pressed against my forehead. I wanted to lick his dick through the fabric, but knew that the resulting wet spot would be hard to explain to the crowd outside.

"That's a good cock slut," Mike chuckled as he ground into my face. His big hands came down and pushed my head away as he unzipped his fly. As soon as his pants were open, he pushed back into me. "Chew on my cock, Prof."

Mike was wearing black boxer briefs which were stretched obscenely by his thick, hard dick. I playfully bit down on his cock through the fabric. There was a wet spot where the head of his dick was, and I started to suck the precum out of the fabric. Mike was gushing, a sure sign we was ready to blow a load.

I love sucking on a dick through a good pair of underwear, but after a few minutes I was dying to get my mouth on the real thing. The layer of fabric between my mouth and Mike's dick was frustrating and made me progressively hornier. Before I knew it, my mouth was watering as I thought of licking his crotch, sucking on his foreskin, and eating his cum. I was like a dog drooling for a bone.

Mike simultaneously stepped back and pushed my head away from him. I looked up at him. He was still fully clothed, but he had loosened his tie and unbuttoned his top button. Something about the suit made him look more masculine. He looked powerful and domineering.

"You want to suck my cock and eat my load, Prof.?" Mike asked, all the while taunting me by sticking his fingers in my mouth.

I sucked down hard on one of his fingers, then said, "Please let me suck you off, Mike."

Mike pulled down the waistband of his briefs and his cock sprung up. His foreskin was still covering most of his shiny head, and precum was oozing out of his piss slit.

"Kiss it." Mike said.

I leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock. I tried my best to get his cock slime on my lips, but only got a little bit of a taste. I swallowed and looked back up at him.

"Suck on my cock head."  Mike growled as he shoved his dick toward me.

The head of his dick slipped past my lips and went into my mouth. I began to suck hard while running my tongue around his tip. I cleaned up all the precum I could find, then focused on just trying to make him happy. Mike groaned loudly as I ran my tongue around the head of his dick. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and began to smack my face with it. The combined sound of his dick hitting my face and his groans reminded me that we were in a public bathroom. My colleagues and his teammates were only a few dozen feet away.

My cock was hard in my pants. I was hoping that any ooze I produced wouldn't leak through my khakis. I kept on licking Mike's crotch and figured that I would get a chance to jerk off later.

Mike continued to move his spit covered cock across my face, lightly smacking me and then dragging the head over my nose and cheeks. His precum and my spit were now covering my face.

"Lick my balls for a minute, Prof." Mike commanded as he lifted his dick. I took one of his two huge balls into my mouth. Mike had the largest, lowest hanging balls I'd ever been allowed to service. They hung down four or five inches below his crotch when his sac was loose. I sucked on one nut and then the other, the whole time inhaling his scent. Usually he smelled like a mixture of sweat and a little body odor, but this time he smelled clean and almost pure. It reminded me of the first time he let me see his dick in my office several months ago.

As I dug into his sack with my mouth, Mike started to groan. He was jerking his dick and leaning against the door of the bathroom stall. As he jerked and moved his crotch against my face, the door to the stall rattled. If anyone came in, they would know what was going on.

"I'm gonna cum." Mike moaned as he pulled me by my hair to the head of his dick. "Open up."

I opened my mouth and engulfed the head of his dick. I ran my tongue around his knob until I felt his dick swell in my mouth. His cum poured out over my tongue. Spurt after spurt of thick, almost chunky man juice filled my mouth. I savored Mike's flavor before swallowing.

"You like?" Mike asked.

I just nodded in reply.

"We should get back out there." Mike said as he tucked his dick back into his pants. "I'll leave the bathroom first. You follow in a few minutes."

I didn't have it in me to tell Mike that this was the oldest trick in the book. I didn't care either. I had one of his loads in my belly and my face reeked of genitals and sex. I used the few minutes to clean up before wandering back out into the main room.

Stevens was at our table chatting with an administrator. When I got back he asked, "Where you been?"

"On the phone," I replied as I sat down in the seat farthest away from him. After sucking his dick and rummaging around in Mike's crotch with my face, I felt like anyone with a nose would be able to smell the scent of sex on me. It probably wasn't that bad, but I didn't want to risk it.

We continued to talk until the team's seed was announced. The basketball players were named a fifth seed. It was a really good placement, especially for a school our size, but they were a little disappointed. The local newspaper had predicted that they would be a fourth seed. Still, after the initial shock wore off everyone was happy and the beer and wine started to flow. The players weren't drinking, but the invited guests (mainly boosters) were getting a little liquored up.

After an hour or so, Mike walked by my table and made eye contact with me. I could tell that he wanted something, but I'm not a mind reader so I didn't understand. I kept my eyes on him as e walked through the room and into the bathroom. As he opened the door he looked back toward me and grinned. 'Ok' I thought, 'so that's what he wants.'

I excused myself from the table and walked into the bathroom. Mike was standing by the sinks.

"I knew you'd come." he said. His hand was massaging his half-hard dick through his pants. "You can never get enough of my dick, can you?"

I glanced under the stalls to see if there was anyone else in the restroom. There wasn't. "No." I said, "I want it all the time."

"Let's fuck in here." Mike said.

"Mike," I pleaded, "we could get caught."

"That's what makes it exciting." he said. He pulled me by my necktie into one of the stalls. I had seen women pull on their guy's ties before, but no one had ever done it to me. It made me feel like I was wearing a collar and getting pulled by a leash.

Mike maneuvered me back onto the toilet so that his crotch was in my face, just like before.

I opened his fly and took his dick into my mouth. We didn't have much time, and I wanted his dick in my ass sooner rather than later. Mike was more physical this time and kept running his hands through my hair and along the sides of my head, gently fucking my skull with his dick.

The position I was in made deep-throating his dick pretty much impossible but I tried anyway. I could get about three quarters of his cock in my mouth before my gag reflex took over and I coughed him back up. I did this three or four times before I heard the door swing open.

"Yo, Mike, you in here?"

I picked up my feet in a flash. Mike reacted, however, by burying his dick deep in my mouth. Panicked, I looked up at him, and he realized that he'd made a mistake.

"Yeah, I'm in here," Mike called out as he tried to ease his dick out of my throat.

"What're you doing?" the guy asked.

"What the fuck do you think?" Mike said.

I was choking on his dick and couldn't hold it in my mouth anymore. I gagged and pulled off his dick, coughing and making noise the whole way off. It sounded like a scene from a porno.

"Shit man, you got a chick in there?" the guy asked.

"Not exactly." Mike said.

The door to the stall started to jiggle. "C'mon man, let me in. I haven't gotten a blow-job in a couple of weeks."

"You sure?" Mike asked.

"Dude, let me at that." he said.

Mike turned around and opened the door.

Behind the door was a huge, Latin, jock named Justin Nunez. He was an amazingly good-looking guy, kind of a pretty boy, but totally hot. The women on campus had websites devoted to him that featured shots of him on and off the court. He was one of the most sought after men on campus. Today, his black hair was gelled and spiky in a way that accentuated his Latin features.

His eyes widened as he looked at me sitting on the toilet. Mike's hard dick was inches from my mouth and dripping. My eyes were watering and there was cock slime running down my chin.

Before Nunez could say anything, Mike said in a low husky voice, "This guy sucks cock better than any chick you'll ever find Nunez."

"Dude, I don't think I'm into this. I'll leave you two be." he said.

"You sure? If you feed him your cock, you'll never regret it." Mike said.

Nunez hesitated. He looked perplexed, like he was completely unsure what to do. "He's that good?" he asked.

"He's that good." Mike said. "Let him take care of your cock."

Mike backed away from me and slid the door shut. His own cock was still hard and dripping precum. Nunez stood in front of me like a statue. I wanted to reach out and open his fly, but I knew that if I went for it, he would freak out and leave. Slowly, after about thirty seconds, he reached down and unzipped his fly. As he pulled down the waistband of his boxers, I caught a glimpse of his flaccid junk.

His cock and balls were impressive. They looked pretty average in size for a guy with his build. I guessed his cock would be around seven inches hard. His pubes were trimmed and dark. He had beautiful, tan skin.

Mike brought his hand to the back of my head and started to push me forward. As I got close the moist air from Nunez's crotch hit my face. Nunez had not pampered himself as Mike had. His crotch smelled musky and spicy. I took his soft cock into my mouth and started to nurse on it. Slowly, it grew in my mouth. Completely hard it was a little over seven inches, but stood absolutely straight up. It was actually hard to pull it down from his stomach.

Nunez was standing there straight as a board. He was nervous, I could tell, but he was also enjoying my mouth on his dick. "Suck it bitch." he whispered.

"Tell him what you want him to do, and he'll do it." Mike said. "He's not some bitch that's gonna start crying."

"Take it all." Nunez told me.

I sucked his cock into my mouth and took as much of it into my throat as I could. Sitting up was not conducive to deep throating, so I stopped about an inch short of the base of his cock.

"Take it all." Nunez said more forcefully. "I don't care if you choke."

I started to make a better effort, but before I could really try, Mike pushed me into Nunez' crotch. My nose was firmly planted in his pubes, and I started to gag on his cock.

"Don't embarrass me, Prof." Mike growled. Then he turned away from me and said. "Nunez, if you want to fuck his face you need to take control."

Nunez's hands came down onto the side of my head, and he shoved his cock deep into my mouth. It was like a switch flipped in his head. He had been gentle and nervous before, but now he started to fuck my mouth like it was a pussy. I didn't have a chance to exercise any of my cock sucking skills on him, he just turned my mouth into a hole and fucked it.

As I was gagging on the Latin cock, Mike egged me on, saying, "C'mon Prof. Make him cum." I could see him working his own cock out of the corner of my eye.

About a minute into the oral assault, Nunez started to cum in my mouth. I choked on the first blast and pulled up off of his cock. His cum filled my mouth. I eagerly ate it all, doing my best to keep sucking him while he orgasmed.

After his cock stopped pulsing, Nunez pulled his dick out of my mouth. He wiped it against the side of my face. His face fucking had wrecked me. My eyes were watering, cum and whatever else had come out of my nose while I choked, and I had spit and slime all over my chin and now my cheeks.

"That was amazing." he said as he caught his breath. He zipped up his pants and turned to leave the stall. "Thanks Mike."

"No problem." Mike said. Nunez didn't even bother to acknowledge me. "Hey, if anyone asks tell them I went outside to talk to my folks. I don't want to be interrupted again."

Nunez nodded then left the stall. I heard him leave the bathroom. Mike looked down at me, then left the stall to get some paper towels. He came back in and started to clean up my face.

"Fuck, Prof." He said, "You look like a total whore."

He continued to wipe my face. There was something almost loving about it. The whole time his cock continued to bounce in front of his body.

"Sorry I had to whore you out to Nunez." Mike said. "It was the only way to keep him from freaking out."

"That was a little intense." I said.

"Straight thugs don't know how to treat a cock sucker, that's why he can't get chicks to suck his dick." Mike joked and I laughed with him.

"Your ass still open for business?" Mike asked.

My ass lips twitched at the suggestion. "Fuck yeah." I said.

I stood up and turned around. Mike bent me over in the stall so that I was pressed against the wall above the toilet. He yanked my pants down and pushed the tails of my dress-shirt up my back.

Mike spit on his hand and rubbed the saliva onto his dick before drooling on my asshole a little. I felt the head of his cock pressing against my rosebud, and I bit down on my lower lip to keep myself from making too loud of a noise as he penetrated me. His dick slid into my ass slowly, inch by inch, until I felt his wiry pubes against my crack and his huge balls swung up against mine.

Mike rubbed his hands across my chest, working his way as far up inside my dress shirt as he could. The whole scene was a little comical, and I wished that I could be a fly on the wall watching us - two guys, both with their pants around their ankles humping like animals in a bathroom stall.

Mike pulled my body up against his so that I was almost standing. I would have fell over but he used his arms to stabilize me. I put my hands up against the wall in front of me and straddled the toilet. Mike's cock was deep in my ass, throbbing and moving around, as he tried to get himself into a decent position. My own cock was hard and pressed up against my stomach. I'm old enough that that rarely happens now, but after blowing Mike and then Nunez, I was ready to shot my load at the drop of a hat.

Mike grabbed on to me and started to fuck my ass. He was slow at first but quickly picked up the pace. He didn't want to get interrupted again. His thrusts were deep and hard. I couldn't help grunting a little as he bottomed out in my ass.

While he was drilling my hole, Mike moved one of his hands down and started to jerk me off. Mike had a really rough, almost violent way of jerking me off. I assume he was this way when he pulled on his own dick as well. He gripped onto my dick hard and then pulled and twisted it. I was so hot, so full of cock, that I was really on the edge of cumming. Judging from the way he was panting, Mike was ready to shoot too.

Suddenly Mike brought his whole body down onto mine and started humping me like a dog. His thrusts were short and forceful. He wheezed and almost whined as he started to cum inside of me. The thought of Mike's DNA flooding my bowels combined with his manhandling of my dick was enough to get me off. I shot my own load onto the floor and the toilet seat. My orgasm was intense, and both Mike and I got pretty loud as we blew our loads.

After he was finished, Mike slipped his dick out of my ass. I felt completely empty without his hard rod inside of me. I turned around just as Mike was putting his dick back into his pants. He tucked in his shirt and buckled his belt. I was also trying to make myself look presentable while at the same time trying to catch my breath.

As I closed my pants Mike grabbed my tie and started to straighten it for me. I did the same for him. For two guys who'd just fucked in the men's room, I thought we looked pretty put together.

As he tightened the knot of my tie, Mike pulled me in close and kissed me hard on the lips. His tongue pushed into my mouth and he pressed me against the wall of the stall. We made out with each other for about thirty seconds. During the kiss, Mike never let go of my tie, asserting his dominance over me while we made out.

"Fuck, I'm hot for you." Mike said.

I wasn't sure how to respond. I almost said thanks, but decided against it. It sounded stupid to me

"Make like we just ran into each other." Mike said as we walked out.

As we entered the main room, Mike laughed like I had just told him a joke. He put his arm around me in a jocular way and whispered into my ear, "Thanks for the fuck, Prof," then he pushed me away. We both made our way back to our respective tables.

I sat down at my table, now full of various administrative types and the Athletics Director. Stevens had seen me come out of the bathroom with Mike and commented on how close I seemed to the players. I blushed. The athletics director, slapped me on the shoulder and said, "Prof. G_ is one of our biggest supporters. I don't think I could keep him away from our guys if I tried."

He laughed a big, hearty laugh. I smiled as Mike's cum ran out of my asshole.

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