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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

Cosmic Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com

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

Cosmic Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com

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
Cosmic Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com

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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Basketball Jock and Prof, Chapter 5

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: Mike played the best game of his life and racked up a triple-double in points, assists, and rebounds. After the game he returned to the Prof's house for some serious body worship. When the Prof. finished cleaning every inch of Mike's body, Mike fucked him using the Prof's own cum as lube.

Fair warning: This chapter contains a really brief piss scene at the end.
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I slid off of Mike's cock and lay face down on my bed, completely spent. As my ass muscles relaxed I could feel Mike's cum running out of me and down my balls. I felt like a total whore. In the meantime, Mike was texting faster than I thought possible.

After a minute or two Mike said, "Round two starts in an hour. Let's go into town and get a beer."

It was about one o'clock, so we had an hour before the bars closed. Mike was not my student anymore, so I wasn't as concerned about being seen off campus with him. We were close in age and it was a small town. It was not outside the realm of possibility that we had become friends after my class had finished. At least, that's the story I would have told if we had run into anyone.

Mike drove me into town and took me to the local college bar - the Tav. When we walked in, the place erupted in cheers for Mike. Immediately I was playing second fiddle to my basketball god. Sorority girls of every make and model came out of the woodwork and buzzed around Mike, pushing their big tits into his body as they pretended to move past him.

"They all think I'm here looking for a lay." Mike said into my ear. "They want my victory load inside of them. What do you think they'd say if they knew it was already inside of you?"

I smiled at him. The way he was talking about fucking me while we were in public was a total turn on. It was loud enough in the bar that no one could hear him.  "I bet they'd be jealous." I said to him.

"None of these bitches would have done for me what you did. You deserved my load." He laughed and hugged me around the shoulder. It was a pretty affectionate move for Mike, but to the bystanders it probably just seemed like manly camaraderie.

Mike and I had a beer. Every so often some drunk idiot would come up to Mike and stammer something about the game. Mike was always nice. The chicks continued to circle, but became less aggressive when Mike didn't show them any attention. It sort of blew my mind. Mike could have anyone he wanted, but he was sitting here with me.

"What are you thinking about?" Mike asked.

"This," I said, "I always wanted to be with a jock when I was in college. Now I am."

"You're not with a jock." Mike replied. "You're with the jock." He glanced down at his phone. "We should get going. I got a surprise for you."

We walked out of the bar and back to Mike's car. He drove us into the heart of campus. As he drove, he reached over me and grabbed a parking permit out of the glove box. We drove up to the basketball arena, but instead of pulling into the front parking lot Mike drove around the back.

He parked near an unmarked door and we got out of the car. There was a key-card entry and Mike swiped his ID to get us in.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"To the gym." he said. "Hey, you wanna see the locker-room?"

"Fuck yeah." I told him.

We walked down a nondescript hallway with painted cinder block walls until we got to the back entrance to the locker-room. The door looked just like any other door in the hallway. All that marked it off was a small sign that said "Home Locker Room"

Again Mike's card gained us access, and we walked into the room. The team's locker-room was nothing like the locker-room's I had known in high-school and college. The floor was carpeted and the whole place was really nicely furnished - like nicer than my house. The room was long and narrow, and along the long walls there were cubbies and cabinets for each player. I didn't see any lockers at all.

"This is it." Mike said.

"It's really nice." I replied.

"Other teams have nicer rooms. Ours is getting a little old. It works though." Mike was walking through the room quickly. He did not want to linger here, and I was not going to hold him back.

"This door goes out to the arena," he said motioning to one door. Then pushing another door open, he said, "This one goes to the gym."

I sort of stood there looking stupid while taking everything in. Mike looked at me and sternly said, "We're going to the gym." Not in a position to argue, I followed him through the door.

The gym itself was nothing special. It looked like any number of the nicely equipped gyms I'd been a member at over the years. Mike lead me through the rows of lifting equipment to the back of the gym and a door marked 'Steam-room."

"Strip down." he ordered.

"Here?" I asked.

"Its the middle of the fucking night. What are you worried about?" he asked.

He had a point. I pulled off my shirt and then my pants and shoes. Mike did the same.

As Mike opened the door to the steam room, I was hit by a blast of hot and moist air. As the steam cleared I looked in and saw a man on his knees in the middle of the tiled floor. He was naked except for a blindfold over his eyes and a black jock covering his junk. His body was perfect. Every single muscle was visible and perfectly formed- as if he had been chiseled from stone.

"You recognize him?" Mike asked.

I looked at the guy and tried to imagine his face without the blindfold. Then it clicked.

"Logan." I said.

Mike nodded. "He belongs to a friend of mine, but he's ours for the night. The guy is a total whore for cock. He'll do almost anything for dick."

My dick, which had finally softened, was hard again. Logan played shortstop on the university's baseball team. Baseball was a minor sport at the school, but he was still a jock. I had had him in class last year. Even then I could tell that he had a perfect body under the loose sweatshirts that he liked to wear. When he leaned back in his chair his bulging pecs stretched the fabric and when he walked, I could see the perfect V shape of his torso underneath his shirts.

As I looked at Logan kneeling on the floor I realized how beautiful he was. Mike was drop-dead gorgeous and handsome as hell. He was rugged and masculine. Logan was almost pretty. He had a boyish face and short dark blond hair. His skin was tanned and his nipples were small and erect. He had some pit hair but his chest and washboard abs were smooth. Sweat ran down his body. He was breathing heavily and looked pretty tense.

Mike walked up behind Logan and leaned down toward his face. He licked one of Logan's ears and nibbled on his earlobe. Logan's whole body went rigid. He looked a little scared. Mike growled in a low voice, "Do you know who I am?"

Logan shook his head.

"It's Mike." A smile came across Logan's face, and he straightened out his body to show off his muscles. He knew who Mike was and was excited. "I brought a friend with me," Mike said.

Mike looked up at me, "Come over and play with him Prof."

I walked over to Logan. Mike stood behind him with both hands on his shoulders. I ran my fingers through Logan's short blond hair and massaged the back of his neck. I got down on my knees so that I could get a better look at his body. His chest was perfectly formed and absolutely lean. Every single muscle showed under his sweaty, glistening skin.

Logan was wearing a thin strap of what looked like black leather as a blindfold and a black jockstrap. His dick was rock hard and stretched the jock obscenely. I ran my hand up over his washboard abs and stopped at his nipple. I tweaked it, at first gently and then hard. Logan gasped.

At that moment, a switch flicked in my head. Since meeting Mike I had basically been his bitch. He'd fucked me, smashed my head into his balls, fed me his cum, and made me lick every inch of his amazing body. I'd loved every minute of it, but normally, before I was under Mike's spell, I was more aggressive and dominant with my men. I was never as good at dominating my bitches as Mike, but Mike was one of only a handful of men I'd let fuck me.

Now, I had this slutty bitch in front of me and Mike was watching me. It was my turn to show him what kind of man I could be - to show him that I didn't always have to be the one on my knees.

I stood up in front of Logan. I put my hand on the back of his head and shoved his face into my nasty balls. Over the course of the last few hours, I'd worked up quite a sweat and my balls were sticky not just with my sweat but also with Mike's dried up cum that had leaked out of my ass.

Logan didn't need any instructions. He immediately started to lick and suck on my balls. I put both of my hands on his head and pushed him deeper into my crotch. His tongue ran up under my balls toward my asshole, licking and washing my taint. I started to grind my junk into his face.

I looked at Mike. He was smiling, almost laughing. "Hump his face, Prof. Give the bitch what we wants."

"Oh fuck, Mike," I said, "This whore can't get enough of my balls."

"You think he can taste my cum on them?" Mike asked.

Before I could answer Logan nodded his head as best he could. Mike grabbed my leg and lifted it up onto one of the wooden benches in the steam room.

"Go for his hole, slut. Eat my cum out of his ass." Mike commanded.

I started to slip on the tile, so I sat down on the bench and pulled my legs up over my head. Logan's tongue drilled into me. His mouth was sucking on my ass lips and his tongue was swirling around inside of me. I'd never had my ass licked like this before. The guy was completely fixated on eating me out.

Mike moved behind Logan and started to play with his asshole. He looked at me, "I'm gonna get him ready for your dick, Prof. I wanna watch you drill this slut hard."

Logan continued to eat out my ass, sending ripples of pleasure through my body. I leaned forward and Logan naturally moved his mouth back to my balls. I sat up and pushed my dick down against Logan's face. As it slid across his face it left a trail of dog-water. He immediately took to sucking it.

Logan was an expert cock sucker. He didn't need to be told what to do or how to do it. He went to work on my dick like only a man who loves cock can.

I looked over at Mike. He was spitting on Logan's ass and rubbing his saliva into his hole. Mike's long fingers were pushing in and out of Logan's shoot, doing what he could to lube Logan up a little.

Mike grabbed the back of Logan's head and Logan turned his face toward him, mouth gaping and face shiny with dick slime and spit.

"We didn't bring any lube. Are you going to be able to take my friend's cock?" Mike asked.

Logan nodded.

"Are you sure? It's probably going to hurt." While he asked the questions, Mike continued to drill Logan's hole with his freehand.

"Please." Logan said.

"Please what?" Mike asked him, grinning at me.

"Please let your friend fuck me. I want his cock in my ass." Logan said.

I wouldn't have believed what I was hearing if I hadn't been there. Logan was a stud. A hot, built, sexy stud. His magnetic sex appeal had girls swarming around him all the time. I had noticed this when he was my student, and I figured he spent most of his time screwing them. In reality he was a submissive cock hound.

"Get back on my dick, slut." I said to him.

Mike howled with laughter and said, "He loves your dick, Prof."

"He's sucking it like it's the last dick on earth." I told him.

"His ass is begging for your cock. It's pulling on my fingers. He needs a dick in him soon." Mike told me.

"This dude was born to service real men like you, Mike." I said.

"Like us, Prof." Mike replied, "Now get over here and fuck him hard. I want to watch you drill his ass." Having said that, Mike pulled Logan's head off of my dick and reached out and grabbed my cock. His strong hand felt amazing on my rod and it jumped in his hand. He pulled me toward him.

I got behind Logan and Mike guided my dick toward his hole. As I pushed against Logan's rosebud, there was some resistance. I'd never fucked a guy raw like this, so I just kept pushing in, waiting for Logan's sphincter to open up and take me. Suddenly, my dick slipped in. I figured Logan would need a minute to get used to it, but he immediately pushed back and impaled himself on my fuck pole.

Mike was behind me, pushing against my body. I could feel his dick throbbing in the small of my back. He moved in close and whispered in my ear, "Drill him for me, Prof."

I started to move in and out of Logan's ass. Pulling almost all the way out and then pushing all the way back in. Logan was a well-trained slut, and his ass lips were milking my cock, clamping down on it, as I worked my way in and out of him.

Mike moved in front of Logan and put his crotch into Logan's face. Logan licked around the base of his cock and sucked at his low-hanging balls. Mike slapped his hard dick against the top of Logan's head, running his slimy cock-head through Logan's hair.

I was drilling Logan doggy style, putting everything I had into fucking him in order to try to impress Mike. Mike reached out and started to tweak my nipples and play with my pecs. His hand came around the back of my neck and pulled me toward him. I bent forward over Logan and lodged my dick deep in his ass. I brought my face to Mike's.

Mike kissed me hard. His tongue invade my mouth and his whole face pressed against mine. We made out for at least a minute, my dick deep in Logan's ass and Mike's dick in Logan's mouth. As our kiss intensified, we were basically licking each other's faces, necks, and ears. Mike starting to nibble and bite on my neck and ear lobes, mixing pain with pleasure as we made out.

I pulled away from the kiss and looked into Mike's eyes. Even with my dick buried in Logan's ass all I wanted to do was to service Mike and worship his body. His cock was what made me truly happy.

I grabbed Logan's head by his hair and jerked him off of Mike's cock. He gasped for air, panting like a dog. I pushed him down to Mike's balls and went to work on Mike's cock.

I dove down onto Mike's cock, letting him slip, almost effortlessly, into my throat. My nose came into contact with his pubes and then pressed against the firm, flat muscles at the top of his dick. The steam had left Mike's body, hell all of our bodies, slick with perspiration and water. Mike's pubes were damp and I could smell his sweat and the cum from our sex marathon in them.

I slid back up his cock to catch my breath. With only his cock-head still in my mouth, I ran my tongue around his corona, slipping into the folds of his foreskin. I could taste his precum spilling out onto my tongue. I nursed on his dick, sucking gently and inhaling his manly smells.

Logan had become a complete afterthought. He was still working Mike's balls below me and licking up the spit and throat slime that dribbled onto Mike's sac and his face. Mike's cock was my whole world and I had pretty much given up on fucking Logan. He was still doing his best to impale himself on my cock, writhing and pressing against my groin, but mostly he was keeping my dick warm while I serviced Mike.

I looked down at the blindfolded slut below me. He was licking and slurping like it was what he was made to do. The sheer nastiness of it all washed over me. I looked up at Mike's solid body. His sexy frame seemed huge from this angle. His pecs were like mountains and his shoulders seemed to stretch all the way across the room.

As Mike made eye contact with me he grabbed my head and pulled it off his dick. He pressed my face into his lightly furred abs. I licked at his stomach and around his belly button. He grabbed my chin and turned my face up toward him.

"Open." he commanded.

I opened my mouth. Mike spit right into it. I swallowed.

"Good boy." he said as he lightly slapped and then rubbed the side of my face.

Mike pushed my body back into an upright position. He reached across Logan's body and down toward my cock, which was still hard and buried in Logan's ass.  He pressed his finger alongside my dick and into Logan's hole.

"You think there's room in there for both of us?" he asked me.

"Fuck yeah." I said, "The slut can take us both."

Mike pulled Logan's face upward. "What do you think, cunt? Is there room in your ass for both of us?"

For the first time that night, Logan seemed to hesitate. As he processed what he was being asked to do, Mike slipped a finger into Logan's mouth. Automatically, without any thought at all, Logan started to suck Mike's index finger.

"Your pussy can take it. Don't you think?"

Logan nodded. He didn't seem thrilled by the prospect, but he nodded.

Mike pulled his finger out of Logan's mouth and pressed his cock head against Logan's lips.

"Get it good and slick." Mike said, "Use your throat to really get it slimy."

Logan took Mike's cock down to the base and started to gag on it. When he pulled off a half a minute later, Mike's cock was coated with spit and throat slime.

"Prof, you get under him." Mike told me.

Logan knew what to do. He straightened up against me, then used his round ass to push me down to a seated position. He was riding my cock reverse cowgirl. Then he spun around and leaned over me. Logan's asshole was now facing Mike and his blindfolded, sweaty face was over mine.

"Take a deep breath and bear down." Mike said. He placed one hand on Logan's ass and used the other to push his dick against mine. His cock felt hard and hot against the sensitive skin of my cock. Mike started to push into Logan's ass and suddenly everything got tighter. My cock was compressed as Mike's slid into Logan's asshole. It was like my dick was being hugged. Logan's soft ass muscles were on one side and Mike's hard dick was on the other.

I looked at Logan's face. He looked serious, like he was processing what was happening to him. As Mike worked his way in I could see the occasional wave of pain pass over Logan's face. He whimpered, moaned, and gasped as his anal canal was stretched and filled. Finally, Mike was all the way in. His cock was a couple of inches deeper than I had gotten in. Mike relaxed on top of Logan, which pushed Logan's sweaty body into mine. I could feel his hard cock press against my abs.

Mike pushed Logan's head out of the way and kissed me hard and deep. His cock was throbbing against mine inside of Logan's ass and his huge balls rested on top of my scrotum. In a way, I felt like we were closer than we'd ever been before.

"Let's fuck this bitch together, Prof." He said.

I nodded. I pulled out of Logan's ass a little and pushed back in. The contrast between the top of my cock, which was sliding against the walls of Logan's ass, and the bottom, which was sliding against Mike's steely dick, was incredible. I had never felt anything like it before.

Mike started to drill Logan like it was going out of style. Logan started moaning like a bitch. As Mike picked up the pace, Logan's moans got higher and higher. Eventually he was just grunting as Mike long-dicked him. The position my body was in prevented me from really giving it to Logan. Instead, I let my body relax and took in the sensations that surrounded me.

Mike's dick slid against mine, driving my own cock in and out of Logan's ass. Logan's own dick was sliding against my abs and through the light coating of hair that covered them. His sweaty body was sliding against mine. The weight of the two bodies on top of me was intensely erotic.

Gazing up at Mike I saw a look of purely sexual and erotic pleasure on his face. His lips were upturned in a slight grin and he had a look of intensity as he fucked Logan's ass. His hair was damp and messy from the sweat and steam. Perspiration glistened on his entire body.

"Oh Jesus," Mike started to mutter. "Oh fuck, man. I'm gonna dump my load in this slut. Oh fuck." His babbling turned incoherent and his fucking slowed down and became more methodical.

Suddenly his dick swelled up against mine. He drove all the way into Logan's ass, pressing Logan's body hard into mine, then pulled out an inch or two.

Mike started to shoot his load into Logan. I could feel the hot, sticky wetness engulf my dick. Mike's load was being planted deep inside Logan's guts and my dick was there to feel it. The wetness and warmth trickled down around my dick head and slid along side my cock.

Mike hollered loudly. It was a sound of pure masculinity and animality. He was a beast, a fucking male god, who just bred his bitch. His muscles were pumped up and his skin shone as he rose to his feet and pulled his dick out of Logan's ass.

As he pulled his dick out my dick came out with him. Mike's cum ran down my shaft and dripped out of Logan's ass into my pubes.

"Clean that up, slut." he said.

I initially thought he was talking to me, and I made a move toward Mike's dick. Mike grabbed me by the shoulder and laughed. "I want him." he pointed at Logan, "to clean you up."

In a flash, Logan's face was in my crotch. He couldn't see where the cum was, and he seemed to just be licking everything as a way to make sure he did a good job. He started on my cock, then worked his tongue through my pubes, eating all of Mike's cum.

I was close to cumming. My dick had been hard for close to an hour now. If I had been able to move a little, I would have shot my load in Logan's ass with Mike. Now, with Logan's mouth on my junk, I was getting really close.

Mike grabbed Logan by the hair and pushed him off of me. Logan fell back onto the floor. He pretty much collapsed, completely used by us.

"Cum in my mouth," Mike said as he took my dick into his mouth.

Mike's dick sucking skills always amazed me. For a guy who spent so much time telling dudes to suck his dick, he seemed well practiced at sucking dick himself. He ran his tongue around my cock and pulled on my balls with his one hand. With the other hand he rubbed my abs and chest. It only took me a few seconds before I was ready to blow.

I shot probably the biggest load of my life into Mike's mouth. My cock swelled, as I felt the semen shoot up through my urethra. Mike kept sucking, but didn't swallow. Four, then five thick ropes of cum gathered in his mouth.

My orgasm subsided, and I pulled my cock out of Mike's full mouth. Mike walked over to Logan, who was still lying crumpled on the floor, and lightly kicked him in the side. Logan quickly rose to his knees. Mike tapped him on the side of the face and mumbled "Open" while trying to keep my cum from spilling out of his mouth.

Logan opened his mouth obediently. With the blind fold on, he had no idea what was coming. Mike swished my cum around in his mouth for a few seconds, than spit the cum and saliva onto Logan's face. Mike had purposely spit so that the cum sprayed all over Logan, and his face, hair, and neck were dripping with the mess.

Mike grabbed Logan by the shoulder and pulled him to his feet. "Come on." he told Logan. Then he looked at me, "You too." Mike's cock was jutting out in front of him, bouncing up and down against his abs as he walked to the door. We stepped out of the steam room and into the much cooler air in the gym. The bright fluorescent lights were a shock to my eyes. It was like leaving a movie theater and stepping out into the daylight.

Mike turned the corner into the showers. I followed. The showers were basically a much nicer version of what I was used to in high-school and college. The walls and floors were tiled and the room was lit by dim light. Shower heads lined the walls of the large open space.

Mike pushed Logan up against one of the walls then pushed down on his shoulder so he slid onto the floor.

"Wait there" Mike told him.

Then Mike turned to me. "Up against the wall, Prof." He said.

I quickly backed up against the wall and looked at Mike. He walked over to me and slapped my face. The slap wasn't hard enough to hurt me, but it took me by surprise.

"How the fuck am I supposed to fuck you like this?" Mike asked. He grabbed my body and turned me around. He pushed my chest into the wall then used his feet to separate my legs. He reached out and turned on the faucet. Warm water poured over our bodies.

"I bet you always wanted to get fucked in the shower by a stud. Didn't you?" Mike asked.

"Yes." I hissed.

"Tell me. Who was the first stud you fantasized about?" Mike was rubbing his dick against my ass as he asked the question.

"A guy named Chris. We played hockey together. I was fifteen." I said.

"Did you watch him in the showers? Did you check him out after practice?"

"Yes." I said. I pushed my ass back against Mike's groin. "I watched him everyday. I beat off thinking about him every night. I wanted him so bad."

Mike took a couple of pumps of soap from the dispenser near my head. He reached down and started to lube up his cock.

"What did you want him to do to you?" Mike asked.

"Everything." I said.

Mike lined his dick up with my asshole and started to push in. "I'm going fuck you hard, Prof. Brace yourself."

Mike pushed into me hard. He drove all the way in all at once. The soap was a blessing and a curse. While it kept him from tearing my ass apart, it burned like a son of a bitch. Mike started to fuck my ass in long, deep strokes.

There was no way I could get a grip on the tiled floors, and Mike's quick, hard thrusts pushed me into the wall. My dick pressed up against the cold tile. Mike ran his hands up my chest to my nipples. He twisted them much harder this time, and I groaned from the mix of pain and pleasure.

"C'mon Prof." Mike said, "You can take it, can't you."

The anal assault continued. Mike was not going to slow down. He shoved into me with all of his strength and my hips smashed into the tiled wall. He let go of my nipples and moved down to my cock. He started to jerk me off roughly. His grip on my dick was firm and hard. His low hangers were swinging into my balls as he pawed at my dick and pummeled my ass.

Slowly the pain and stinging in my ass subsided, and I started to get into the fucking. Mike brought his mouth to my neck and started to kiss it. Then, without warning, he bit down. Not hard enough to freak me out, but definitely hard enough to leave a mark. He chuckled and then moaned or growled into my ear.

"I'm gonna breed your ass. You ready for my sperm, Prof?" he asked.

"Fuck, yes. Shoot it into me." I said.

Mike picked up the pace and increased his manhandling of my dick. Mike had never fucked me this hard before, and I was losing control.

"Oh fuck Mike, I'm gonna cum." I called out.

Mike didn't say anything, instead he bit down on my shoulder and focused on pounding my hole. With each thrust he literally lifted me up off my feet. As my orgasm took over, my body went limp in under Mike's control. I shot my load all over the tile wall. My ass clamped down on Mike's dick.

"Here it is." he panted in my ear.

The thrusting stopped and Mike buried his cock deep into me. I felt the throbbing of his dick as he unloaded inside of my guts. Mike whimpered and moaned over my shoulder. The hot water streamed down our bodies.

After he finished cumming, Mike slumped into me. His arms came around me and he hugged me tightly. His dick was softening and it soon slipped out of my asshole. He squeezed me and then pulled away. I just sort of slid down the wall and sat on the floor under the water.

Mike walked over to Logan. He grabbed him by the hair and pulled him over to the place where I had cum.

"The Prof made a mess, slut. Clean it up." Mike pulled the blindfold off of Logan so he could find the cum. It took a minute for Logan's eyes to adjust to the light, but then he went for the load running down the wall. After he was finished, he looked at me. I couldn't tell if he recognized me.

"Turn around." Mike said.

Logan turned toward him. "You wanna get off, slut?"

Logan nodded.

"Go for it." Mike said. Logan reached into the jock strap he was wearing and pulled out his dick. As Logan jerked on his cock, Mike scooped what remained of my load and his spit off of Logan's face and fed it to him. Logan licked and sucked at Mike's fingers like they were a dick. Within seconds, Logan shot three streams of cum up onto his perfectly sculpted abs.

Mike took a step back. "Let me help you clean that off." He said.

I was still sitting on the floor. Before I knew what was happening, Mike grabbed his dick and unleashed a torrent of piss. He aimed first at Logan's torso, blasting the cum off his body, but then directed his stream at Logan's face. Logan just sat there, letting the piss flow over his face. Mike stood above us both. To me, he was just a stud marking his territory. Part of me, just a small part, wished he was pissing on me. When he finished, he reached down and pulled me to my feet.

He looked down at Logan, "I'm going to text Greg. He told me to tell you that you better be clean when he gets here unless you want to get punished." Then Mike looked at me, "Let's get out of here, Prof."

We walked back to the door of the steam room where we had ditched our clothes and got dressed. As we left the athletics complex, another car pulled up to the door. A man about my age stepped out of the car.

"He do a good job, Mike?" the man asked.

"He was awesome." Mike replied. "He's in there washing my piss off right now."

"Glad it worked out. Good game tonight." the man said. He sort of waved at me before walking into the building. The guy looked familiar, but I couldn't tell where I knew him from.

Mike and I walked to his car. I was exhausted, and I collapsed into the seat as Mike drove back to my house.  We said almost nothing on the way home. Both of us were drinking in the situation and processing what had just happened.

As we pulled onto my long driveway, Mike reached over and squeezed my dick through my pants. "You really gave it to Logan. There's more to you than I thought." he said.

I beamed back at him. I was really happy that he was pleased.

Mike pulled up to my garage. "You care if I stay here tonight?" he asked.

"Uh . ." I was at a loss for words. "No, you should stay Mike."

We went into the house and made for the bedroom. Mike stripped off his clothes. "I sleep naked. That ok with you?" He laughed as he asked.

"I think I can handle it." I said.

Mike grabbed his cock. "You sure?" he asked.

"Well, I think I need a little while before I can handle that again." I said.

Mike jumped into my bed. "I'll let you take a break."

I flipped off the lights and crawled into bed. Mike wrapped his arm around me and we fell asleep.

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