Pounded

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Pounded
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Note: This is a true story (as best as I remember it). There won't be a follow up or anything. I'd been shooting emails back and forth with another author (Ryan Rizzler – Check out A Top's Transformation in the Authoritative section) and I remembered this night. Figured it would be fun to write up. Enjoy.

It was late and we'd been partying most of the night. My buddies and I had put together the most epic flippy-cup team of all time, and we'd clobbered almost everyone at the party. The only downside to our reign of terror was that we had to play again and again and again. Now, deep into the night, we were all drunk. Worse, our long run of victories was making us cocky.

I slammed another beer. The crowd was thinning out, and I still hadn't found a guy to take back to my room. That was the problem with hanging out with my fraternity brothers. For a gay guy, it was often slim pickings when it came to getting laid. Unless I went out of my way to get some dick, which I hadn't done that night, I often ended up alone.

Quarterback Keeper Part 11

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Quarterback Keeper, Part 11
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"This is a bad idea." Nick said with a gasp. "Real bad."

"Be quiet or we're going to get caught." Tom grunted. He shoved Nick behind a door in a chemistry classroom. The teacher had gone to lunch and both Nick and Tom had a free period. About ten minutes earlier, Nick had texted Tom saying that he was so horny we was considering jacking off. He hadn't given himself a hand job in months, but he and Tom hadn't been able to find a spare minute to get together for almost a week.

Now Tom had him pinned against the wall and was manhandling his dick through his pants.

"You said you wanted a hand job." Tom said.

"I said I wanted sex." Nick replied, "But would settle for a hand-job."

"I could fuck you here, but that would be hard to explain if someone walked in."

Nick groaned again. His dick was rock hard and leaking. He felt Tom's huge cock running down the side of his thigh. He closed his eyes, leaned back against the wall, and took a deep breath. He smelled Tom's deodorant, and the odor of the classroom. As Tom breathed against his skin, Nick straddled his muscular thigh and drove his cock into it, humping the stud in the middle of the empty classroom.