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 It was a few weeks after Dylan and I tag-teamed his buddy Jason. I'd left work early and gone to the gym. By late afternoon I was headed home and looking forward to a quiet night. Dylan wanted to go out for dinner, which usually signified that he was in a romantic mood. My body was sore from my workout, and I needed some rest. After I fucked him, Dylan became more needy and more aggressive than usual. He had pinned my hands behind my back a few days ago, and my shoulders were still sore.

 I washed up and came out of the shower. When I did, Dylan was sitting in a chair next to my bed. He was wearing his gym gear, and the chest and pits of his t-shirt were dark with sweat. He smiled at me.

 "I went to the gym and they told me you'd just left. I decided to jog over here to see if you were up for a quick fuck."

 "How'd you get in here?" I asked quickly.

 "The door was unlocked. I texted you, but you didn't answer. I figured I'd just come in and find you."

 "Oh." I said.

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Gym Buddies, Chapter 2

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After watching the football game with Dylan and Jordan, I didn't hear from them. I figured that hooking up with Dylan was probably a one time thing brought about by too much alcohol. If I hadn't been drunk, I wouldn’t have done, and from what I'd gathered, Dylan was relaxed about the casual sex thing. Still, there was something about the guy that I couldn't get out of my mind. Every time I went to the gym I hoped to see him there, but almost a week passed before I saw the guys again.

One afternoon I walked into the gym and saw Jordan standing behind a bench while Dylan lifted. I jumped onto the treadmill to warm up and watched as Dylan packed up his stuff. We crossed paths as I walked to the locker room, and Dylan winked at me.

The wink and smile were more than I could handle, and my dick got hard instantly. I now routinely packed a pair of tight compression shorts and I slipped them on to hide my bulge. When I walked into the weight-room, Jordan was still working out. He was deep into his routine, chest it looked like, but when I started to use the leg press, Jordan asked if he could cut in.

Quarterback Keeper, Part 18

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Earlier that day, before the party, Nick had joked with Tom about being the only guy who could drain him dry. Now as they pulled away from the house, he decided to actually try it. It was late, but both of them had been planning on a late night anyway. Tom’s mom was staying with her boyfriend, and that freed up a house for both of them. Nick had gotten permission to stay over. His parents seemed to appreciate the fact that he was telling the truth enough to ignore the fact that he was getting banged by the school’s quarterback.

As Tom drove, Nick reached over and pulled on the long, hard, rod in Tom's pants. His cock snaked down his thigh, almost halfway to his knees. It was a monster, and Nick’s mouth watered as he felt his boyfriend up.

“How many times do you think you can cum?” Nick asked.

Tom shrugged, “I’ve got no idea. I’ve never gone for broke. Four or five, probably.”

Nick smiled, “You’re in for a rough night.”

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"Dude. Dude." Tom said, "This is not a good time."

Nick grabbed onto Tom's hard cock, pulled at it, and massaged it through his jeans. "It feels like it's a good time."

"It's the middle of the day. We're in a parking lot."

"You can't text me all day long and not expect me to want your cock when I see you."

"Yeah, but you can exercise some self-control, right?"

Nick sighed and then sat back in the truck. "No dick then?"

"Later. I'll give it to you twice to make up for it." Tom said.

Nick bent over and licked along the long, thick bulge in Tom's jeans. With his head in Tom's crotch, he sucked up the smell he'd come to love. Old denim, sweat, Tom's musk. It was the best cologne ever. He licked along the bulge again.

Quarterback Keeper, Part 9

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"We've been playing for hours man. This has got to end." Nick said as he stared at the TV. He was in Austin's basement. They were playing Mortal Kombat.

"I got nothing else to do." Austin said, "Might as well keep doing this."

Nick slipped his hand up Austin's leg and grabbed his cock. Austin pulled away. "The fuck, man? That's cheating."

"Seriously? You're so into this fucking game that you don't even want to get laid?"

"You gonna put out if I stop playing?"

"How about this - winner of the next match blows the loser. A good knob job too. Long and slow." Nick said. He raised an eyebrow and winked at Austin. Then he tried to decide if he should actually try to win or if he wanted to spend a good fifteen minutes between Austin's legs. They'd fucked around so much in the last week that Nick no longer felt like he needed it. Austin's cock was familiar enough to him that he could think clearly even when he was thinking about getting some.

"Deal," Austin said.

Two minutes later, his character was a bloody heap on the floor. Nick stood up and slipped out of his shorts. "You lose," he said as he grabbed his dick.

Quarterback Keeper, Part 8

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It was around eight on a Thursday night. Tom came home from a date with Jen, disappointed with himself. He wasn't sure what was happening to him. He liked Jen. She was friendly, she was hot, and normally he would be all over her. She was certainly all over him. For whatever reason, though, they just didn't click. There was no chemistry between them, and it had him worried. A hot girl like that, a natural ten, should have him firing on all cylinders. Instead, he had to work just to seem vaguely interested in her. He forced himself to engage with her sexually, and lately she had sensed his lack of enthusiasm.

His phone buzzed. It was a text from his older brother, asking if he was getting it on.

"Not yet." Tom texted back and then adding, "At home."

"Struck out?"

"Sort of."

"Not like you." His brother said.

"Not feeling it tonight." Tom sent back.

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Big Bro's Girlfriend – Spring Break Edition – Part 2

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Note: A lot of guys have emailed me asking me to continue this story. I wrote this up trying to stay faithful to what people seemed to find erotic in the earlier chapters. I didn't make any effort to bring this plot into line with the rest, so I apologize if there are inconsistencies.

Mitch woke up with a man next to him and for a minute didn't remember what had happened. He rolled onto his side, expecting to find some random, and instead saw the hulking form of his brother. A sheet pulled across Jase's chest and lower body, and Mitch could see the mound of his dick. It was too big to hide. Memories of the night before came back and his dick started to get hard again.

He sidled up against Jase's body, careful not to wake him. Jase slept with one arm above his head, and his furry put was exposed to Mitch's curious mouth. He kissed inside the deep armpit and along Jase's bicep, pausing to inhale the musky smell of Jase's body. He held his cheek against his brother's chest, feeling his heat and the rise and fall of his torso. As he gazed down his sleeping form, his eyes came to rest on the mound of flesh between Jase's legs.

Mitch lifted the sheet gently and moved beneath it. The fabric was thin and the sun was out, so he could see Jase's body. He rubbed his stomach, not washboard cut, but firm, and scratched Jase's pubes. His brother hadn't been taking care of himself, and his body hair was out of control. He ran his fingers through the tangled mess at the bottom of Jase's stomach and felt his brother's body move in response.

Dad's Proper Place, Part 14

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Rick had just offered up his dad to the highest bidder. He didn’t' think any of the guys in the room had much that he wanted, but that was sort of the point. What would be more humiliating to his dad than to be traded for a couple of bucks or the number of some chick that he'd been chasing.

Scott and Sam put their heads together for a minute and then Scott looked back. "So, like, I'm really in charge, right? You're not going to keep fucking with him?"

"No interference. If I want dad to suck me, I'll ask you first, just like you ask me now."

Scott smiled from ear to ear. "I'll switch trucks with you." he said, "And we'll do your half of the yard work."

By some sick twist, Rick had a vehicle that was quite a bit older than Scott's and not nearly as cool. His dad bought a new truck when he gave Rick his beater and then bought another new truck when Scott turned sixteen. It wasn't fair, and it had been a major source of argument between him and his dad. He smiled broadly, thinking about getting some new wheels. He didn't care about the yard work, but that would be a nice bonus.

Rick looked toward Wrenn. He was still naked, and his brother Cody was sitting on the floor looking defeated. Like most guys who were new to the degrading service that men like Rick and Wrenn expected, he was feeling guilty about what he had done. It made him look cuter, more fuckable, if that was even possible.

Wrenn just shrugged, "Dude, I don't have a truck or anything to give you." His dick was hard and bouncing in front of him. The guy was a fuck machine and could go for hours. Alan was the only person, male or female, who'd ever been able to keep up. He glanced at Scott, "Guess he's yours man."

Wrenn turned to grab his clothes and saw his brother sitting on the floor. "Hang on." he hollered. He grabbed Cody by the nape of the neck and lifted him up. Then he pushed him toward Rick. "You can have Cody." Wrenn said.

Dad's Proper Place, Part 12

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"Just wait here, ok?" Rick said as he shut the door to the stall. His dad sat on the toilet, wearing a pair of camo shorts and nothing else. "And pick up your feet. If someone finds you in here, who knows what they'll do."

Alan raised an eyebrow. "I could go for a locker-room gang rape."

"They'd probably think you're a fag and beat your ass." Rick said.

Alan looked down at the floor. Rick grabbed his chin. "Say it.”

Alan smiled a little. "I am a fag."

"That's right. Just follow my instructions, ok?"

"You're sure we're not going to get caught?"

"I told you, I worked it all out with the baseball coach and he worked it out with the custodian. Trust me I know how to get things done."

"What am I supposed to do in here?"

"I don't know, dad. You're going to listen to a couple dozen jocks shoot the shit after they pound their crosstown rivals. I'm sure you'll be beating off before long. Just make sure the you keep quiet. Most of these guys won't take kindly to finding a guy in the stall with his dick in his hand."

Alan looked nervous.

"Quit being such a bitch." Rick said as he walked out of the locker-room. He turned and yelled, "I've got to turn the lights out. Fifteen minutes or so."

Then everything went black.

Quarterback Keeper, Part 1

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Tom Johnson walked out of his biology class, relieved to be finished with another day of school. They’d only been at it for a week, but between his social life, football practice, and the pressures of being a senior, he was exhausted. He moved through the hallway, watching the sea of people part before him. He’d waited for this moment for three years. He was a senior, he was the starting quarterback, and he was the undisputed king of his high-school.

A natural leader, Tom was the kind of guy that other people liked to follow. He had a relaxed, self-effacing personality, and a rugged, handsome demeanor. The girls stared at him slack-jawed, and his buddies envied him. Yet it had never gone to his head. He wasn’t popular because he was pretty; he was popular because people liked him.

He walked to his locker with a pack of friends in tow. They jostled each other, getting pumped up before practice. When he arrived the guy who had the locker next to his was standing in his way.

Tom had taken a class or two with Nick, but they'd never interacted until they became locker neighbors. Quiet and shy, Nick was a nobody, a literal non-entity in the school. Tom said hi to him in the mornings, but the conversation didn't go farther than that. He could tell that Nick was intimidated by him, so he tried to give him the space he needed.

His friends, however, couldn't resist hassling the kid. Nick was smaller, thinner, and a little feminine. The pack had seized on his vulnerability, and the ribbing was nearly constant. Tom didn't know how to handle it. He wanted to tell his friends to shut up. On the other hand, he didn’t want the guys to turn on him. As his friends amped up the brutality of their insults, the pressure to join in on the taunting grew. In the end, the desire to impress the pack won out.

“Out of my way, fag.” Tom said as he shoved Nick.

He’d heard his friends say it before. When Nick got flustered and blushed in the mornings, he’d thought, ‘this guy’s a fag.’ But he’d never said it. As the words rolled off his tongue he instantly regretted it. He had no idea that he could hit a guy that hard.

Nick stumbled over his stuff, slammed his locker door, and quickly ran off. Tom’s buddies laughed and moved on to the next joke. Tom shoved some books into his locker, telling the guys he was going to study for half-an hour before football practice. The pack broke up, and Tom was alone. His face burned red and his heart thumped in his chest.

Suddenly someone grabbed him by the collar. He was pulled around the corner and into the men's room. When he turned around one of the assistant football coaches stood in front of him. Coach Miller was about an inch shorter than Tom and after a summer of lifting heavy Tom could have taken him. However, he naturally deferred to authority figures and respected his coaches. He took a step back and relaxed.

He straightened his shirt as the coach boomed, “What the fuck was that about?”

Tom stared at him blankly.

“Did I hear you call that kid a fag?” he yelled. Miller stepped toward him. Though the coach had never gotten physical with a player, his aggression unnerved Tom.

“I . . . uh . . . yeah I did coach,” Tom stammered as he looked down at the floor.

“Do you have any idea how much trouble you can get into for shit like that? You’d be off the team. Suspended. The end.” Miller said. The anger had left his voice.

“I don’t know why I said it.” Tom said. “Honestly, I’m not like that Coach.”

“You were trying to impress your idiot friends.” The coach stepped toward him again and looked him in the eyes. “You’ve got pretty much everything going for you. You’re damn good looking, you’re athletic, not stupid, and a natural leader. It’s time for you to step up and be a man. You’ve got to set the tone with those guys. They follow you. Don’t forget it.”

“I know.” Tom said. He felt like he was getting yelled at by his dad. The shame and disappointment were worse than the fear of punishment. “I’ll tell him I’m sorry. Next time I see him.”

“Do it today. OK?” the coach said. “The last thing that kid needs right now is to get harassed by a guy like you. He probably looks up to you. Try to be the man he imagines you to be.”

Miller left without saying another word. Tom felt like an idiot. He stood in the bathroom for a solid ten minutes and set his mind on putting things right with Nick. The coach was right. He was too good for this kind of bullshit. It was time for him to step up.

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Nick Walsh sped home after school, close to tears. His neck was hot and burning, and his chest hurt. He’d been called a fag before, and it had never bothered him all that much. But when Tom Johnson said it, it cut him to the core. He was crushed.

Tom had been nice to him, friendly even, and it had seemed too good to be true. Over the week, he’d convinced himself that Tom was better than he'd thought a guy like that could be. He’d even started to entertain the idea that Tom might like him. It was a fantasy, but there was some basis in reality.

Tom was every gay boy’s wet dream come true. Tall with broad shoulders, his body was wrapped in muscle. His dark blond hair was cut short, his jaw square, his eyes a piercing brown. Popular and athletic, he had a personality to go with his looks. He’d even started to send Nick a little wave when they passed in the hallways.

And then . . . “out of my way fag.”

The whole fantasy collapsed. Tom was just another asshole jock. He would never like Nick, not as a friend, and certainly not in the way that Nick wanted to be liked.

He was upstairs changing his clothes when he heard the doorbell ring. He opened the front door, and Tom Johnson stood in front of him. Nick was a respectable height and weight, 5'10" and a defined 160 lbs, but he felt dwarfed by Tom. Tom wore a sleeveless white t-shirt and gray cotton shorts that clung to his quads. He ran a hand through his hair and asked if he could come in.

Nick nodded and stepped aside, dumbstruck. Tom walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. He spread his legs open and Nick could see the long bulge of his dick through his shorts.

Nick tried not to stare as he sat down. In his head, he yelled at himself for not saying anything. Why couldn't he say anything?

"Listen, today when I said, uh . . . when I called you a, uh . . . fag, I shouldn't have said that. I don't know why I did. I guess I was just trying to impress my friends. I'm sorry."

The words tumbled out of Tom's mouth all at once, and Nick could see that he meant them. He stared at Tom's gorgeous face. The fact that this hunk was so torn up about calling a guy a name made him even more attractive. His fantasy, momentarily sullied, was back and stronger than ever.

"The pack is going to leave you alone too. I'm not going to let them treat you that way anymore." Tom went on, hoping for some response.

"Thanks." Nick said softly, "This is, uh, really cool of you Tom."

"Hey, bud, I don't know if you're into it, but I've got some weed in my car if you want to toke up." Tom said with a grin. "I mean, if we're going to spend the year as neighbors, we should get to know each other, right?"

"Seriously?" Nick said, "Yeah, that'd be great."

Soon they were in the backyard smoking. They lay out on benches, taking in the last rays of the summer sun. They didn't talk about anything. Nick was too nervous to speak and was terrified that he would ruin everything. Tom enjoyed the silence. It was a welcome reprieve from the constant chatter of his friends. The sun was hot on his skin, and he stripped off his shirt without much thought. Nick's eyes widened in awe of the body that was revealed.

It had been obvious that Tom was muscular, but Nick had no idea that the guy was ripped to shreds. Every muscle in his torso rippled as he settled back onto the bench. His pecs were two huge slabs with perfect, quarter-sized nipples on top of them. Nick stole glances whenever he could, making a point of not staring.

After another five minutes, Tom stirred, "Man, I'm parched. You mind if I get a glass of water?"

Nick got up, and Tom followed him into the house. He filled a glass and handed it to Tom, who gulped it down. His huge Adams apple bounced as he swallowed. Nick's eyes wandered down Tom's torso to the perfect V that framed his groin. A patch of dark hair, trimmed close to the skin, trailed down into his shorts above a magnificent bulge.

Nick didn't realize he was staring until Tom said, "What's up man?"

Nick blushed and stepped backward. "Nothing." He stuttered.

Tom sat down on a stool. "You're gay, aren't you?"

Nick muttered something and looked away.

"Sorry, man," Tom said quickly, "That was kind of personal. You just seem really thrown off whenever you're around me."

"Yeah, I'm gay." Nick said. It was the first time he'd told anyone. Then he added quickly, without thinking, "And you're, like, really hot."

Nick blushed and looked away, beating himself up inside. Why the fuck did he say that? First he tells the guy he's gay. Then he tells him he's hot. What the fuck was that about?

"I'm just a guy." Tom said, ignoring the remark, "You don't have to be intimidated."

Nick continued to stare at the floor.

"It's ok if you look at my body, man. I'm not going to freak out or anything." Tom said. "Maybe then you wouldn't be so shy around me. If you just took it all in, you could relax a little."

Nick looked up. He stared at Tom's chest, and then briefly looked up at his face. Tom grinned, and Nick's heart melted. Why did this guy have to be so hot and so nice to him at the same time? His dick was throbbing, and he needed a minute to get his mind together. His thoughts were cloudy from the weed. He stepped back and pretended like he needed more water.

Tom read the move and almost instinctively grabbed Nick by the wrist. He slowly moved Nick's hand to his chest and placed the open palm against his skin. Nick didn't try to pull away.

Tom had no idea why he had reached out for Nick, and his head was spinning. He knew that Nick had a crush on him and that he was giving him what he desired, but it felt like a game. He was teasing Nick. Making him think he could get something that Tom wouldn't give.

Tom broke the silence. "Have you ever touched a guy like this before?"

Nick shook his head no.

"It's ok." Tom said as he let go of Nick's wrist.

Nick moved his hand across the muscular chest. The skin was a little sweaty, and his fingers slid around Tom's nipples. The touch suddenly turned erotic, and Tom stiffened up. Nick panicked and pulled his hand away.

Something in Tom wanted to give Nick the chance to explore his sexuality. He kept hearing the coach's voice telling him to be the man Nick imagined him to be, and letting a guy touch his chest wasn't too weird. On a deeper, visceral level, the contact with his nipples had woken up his lizard brain. It sensed an opportunity for sex; a chance to plant his seed. Tom wasn't cognizant of the desire, but he could feel his body reaching out and trying to pull Nick in.

He grabbed Nick's hand again and placed it on his stomach. He’d worked hard all summer, cutting his calories like a freak to get a rippling six pack. He was proud of his washboard abs, and would miss them once he bulked up for football. Nick gazed at his muscles, admiring his frame strength and size. Without thinking Tom reached over and put a hand on Nick’s chest, feeling his body through his shirt.

“You should work out, man. You’ve got a good build.” Tom said. He moved his hand to Nick’s stomach. “You’d put on muscle in no time.”

“You think?” Nick said through heavy breaths.

“Yeah, man. You should start working out with the guys.”

The rational part of Tom’s brain was back in control. This was how he would make things up to Nick. He would teach him how to lift, introduce him to the dudes at the gym, and let him hang around with the pack. Nick would feel better about himself, and he would look better for helping him. It was a win-win.

“That’d be so cool.” Nick said.

Tom stood and took a drink of water, letting Nick's hand fall away from his body. They awkwardly stood in silence for half a minute, and Nick started to worry that he would blow his one chance at getting into Tom’s pants. He had a jock standing in his kitchen who had stripped down and let him feel his body. Whatever was going on, whether it was the weed or something else, he could sense that Tom's guard was down. He mustered his courage and reached out toward Tom’s stomach.

As soon as Nick made contact Tom recoiled from the touch. Nick looked at him, terrified. It took a second, but then he smiled. He squared his shoulders and said, “It’s ok.” This time trying to reassure himself as much as Nick

Nick rubbed his hands over Tom’s abs, only once glancing up into his eyes. Tom look vulnerable, yet somehow still in control control.

“I’d love to have a stomach like this,” Nick said, trying to mask the touching as admiration rather than a sexual advance.

Tom didn’t buy it. “How long have you wanted me?”

“I don’t know, since I saw you.” Nick said. He blushed again.

Tom felt himself losing control. The hand on his stomach felt amazing. It was a different kind of touch - not at all like a girl’s. Nick’s hand was rougher, and his attitude bordered on worshipful. Tom had never had a person so interested in him before. His dick started to stir. He wanted to impress this guy, to show him how much of a man he was, to take him, conquer him, and own him.

He straightened up his back, making his body bigger and more intimidating. Then he threw back his shoulders, causing his chest to expand and his abs to contract. He could do whatever he wanted with Nick, and his dick decided that it wanted more. He grabbed Nick’s hand by the wrist and pushed it lower. When Nick’s fingers made contact with the waistband of his shorts, Tom guided them under the fabric. He let go and felt Nick's fingers move through his pubes.

His last rational thought was that he shouldn’t take advantage of Nick. Whatever happened between them today was the most there could ever be. He had no intention of continuing things outside of the strange circumstances of that afternoon. He knew that he was leading Nick on, creating expectations that couldn’t be fulfilled.

Then Nick’s fingers wrapped around his dick and he stopped thinking.

Nick's hand passed the head of his cock and grasped his shaft. Tom was hard as steel, and when he looked forward, Nick’s eyes were in front of his own. The guy looked terrified and elated at the same time. This was his first sexual experience, Tom remembered. Until ten minutes ago, he’d never even touched a guy. On top of that, Tom was the man of his dreams. He untied the drawstring that held his shorts up and let them slide down. Then he stepped out of the flimsy fabric. Nick kept his hand on his dick the whole time. Tom didn’t need to think about what came next. He had enough experience to know how to move things along.

He put a hand on Nick’s shoulder and gently pushed him downward. He was amazed how quickly Nick complied and dropped to his knees. No resistance, no second thoughts. The heat rising from Tom’s groin called to him and suddenly he was confronted by Tom’s dick. Nine inches of uncut, veiny manhood shot out in front of him. He stared at it in awe, practically dumbstruck by the massive dick. Tom was truly the whole package.

If you had asked Tom that morning about getting sucked off by a guy, he would have told you that he would never do it. Now, horned up by the situation and Nick's devotional attitude, he realized that he wasn't too hung up on who sucked his dick as long as he got his nut. He smiled at Nick, who looked scared.

"Just explore." Tom said as he leaned back against the counter.

Nick put his hands on Tom's thighs and was immediately surprised at their hardness and their warmth. Tom's muscles twitched under his tight skin. Knowing that this wasn't the kind of exploration that Tom expected, he brought his lips to the head of Tom's cock.

He let it slip into his mouth. It was the first dick he had ever sucked, and he was confronted by the taste, smell, and heat of Tom's manhood. The time spend outside had created a coating of salty sweat, and warm, musky air rose up from between his legs. Nick grabbed onto Tom's balls. They were big and heavy in his hand. Tom's sack felt like silk as his nuts rolled between Nick's fingers.

The head of Tom's dick still in his mouth, Nick placed his hands on Tom's ass, moving them down the back of the jock's legs. As he grabbed onto Tom's calves, Tom flexed and pushed forward. His dick pushed deeper into Nick's mouth. Nick sucked eagerly on the head of Toms' dick, bobbing up and down while his hands rubbed his calves.

Tom looked down at him. "Everything you imagined?"

"Better."

"You're a natural." Tom said, "It feels good."

Tom's big hand moved across Nick's neck and up into his hair, sending a shiver down Nick's spine. He played with the longish brown hair and caressed his scalp. Nick turned into putty under the gentle maneuvering, and slowly Tom moved his mouth from the tip of his dick onto his shaft. Nick allowed Tom to take control. He kissed his way down the shaft and then tongued the thick pubes at the root of Tom's massive cock.

The pressure on the back of his head didn't let up. Tom pushed him further downward. As Nick descended into Tom's junk, he felt things getting hotter and moister. He breathed in deeply. Tom smelled like a man. It was a moment of confirmation for him. Only a gay guy could love that smell, and he definitely loved it.

Tom pushed him into his nuts. They were the biggest pair of testicles Nick had ever seen, either in the locker-room or in porn. They hung low from Tom's body and were much larger than they had felt in his hand. They looked like a pair of eggs, swinging between his legs. Nick palmed them and kissed one of the orbs before looking up at Tom.

"Fucking wild, huh?" Tom grinned, "That's our dirty family secret."

Nick kept staring. They were larger than life.

"Kiss them again." Tom hissed.

Tom leaned back against the counter and opened his legs. Not only were his nuts huge, they were the most sensitive part of his body. Nothing made him happier than a warm, wet mouth sucking on his baby-makers. A dude’s nuts were his manhood - that’s where it all came from - and showing them some appreciation was synonymous in Tom's mind with showing him the respect he deserved. Girls always avoided his nuts. They were either grossed out by their size or turned off by sucking on a man’s sack. Tom had Nick completely under his spell, and he was determined to get a good ball job out of the encounter.

Nick sucked a nut into his mouth and looked up at Tom. His huge cock stood above him, the foreskin rolled back around the head. Tom’s perfect body lay beyond. It was an over whelming position to be in. A stud staring down at him, a cock in his face, muscular thighs on either side, and the smell and heat of Tom’s body. He went a little crazy as he dove into the jock’s junk. Tom groaned loudly.

“Yes.” he moaned, “Fuck yes.”

Tom’s grabbed Nick’s hair and began to move Nick’s head around his sack. Nick sucked and licked while Tom directed his mouth from left to right, under his nuts and above them, into the crease between his legs and then back to his junk. Nick was slobbering all over him, and as his head got pushed around, his own saliva left a shiny film on his face.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Tom groaned. He looked down at Nick, who was staring right back at him. “You’re doing good, man. I could stand here forever.”

“This is so fucking hot,” Nick said as he tongued Tom's dick.

Tom moved his hand to his dick. As Nick sucked on his balls, he rubbed the head of his cock through Nick’s hair. He was leaking like a faucet now, and a steady stream of precum spilled out onto Nick’s scalp. It was dirty, Tom thought. It didn’t seem right to ooze dog water onto someone without them knowing. Seeing the slick mess grow fueled his frenzy, and as Nick’s hair rubbed his glans, he realized that he was getting close to cumming.

Tom leaned forward and pushed his body down against Nick’s face. Surprisingly, Nick pushed back against him. Tom ground his junk into the eager mouth, while he jerked his cock. His mind was completely blank. He was just trying to get off.

Nick sensed that Tom was on the edge and reached into his pants for his dick. He was so hard and horny that it only took a few pulls for his orgasm to boil over. His whole body convulsed and his breathing became ragged. He felt a thick rope of cum race up his shaft and blast into his jeans. Five more volleys of seed followed, and he felt each one. It was the wildest, most intense orgasm of his life. The volume of cum filled his briefs and covered his hand. His dreams and fantasies had come true - he actually had his mouth on Tom Johnson’s nuts. He savored every twitch and wave of pleasure.

Tom watched Nick’s body shake. He could tell that Nick was cumming because he wasn’t even sucking his nuts any more. Instead, he was just breathing hard against his sack. Alternating blasts of hot, moist breath and cool air tingled across the skin of his scrotum.

What turned him on even more was the fact that Nick was willing to cum like that. Face jammed between his legs, wholly caught up in the act of servicing him, so hot that he blew his load in his pants. It was an incredible power trip, and he felt strong and powerful. No one had ever made their own sexual enjoyment about him before.

“I’m ready,” Tom said out loud. ‘“Fuck, I’m going to cum.”

Without a second thought, Nick moved his mouth to the head of Tom’s dick. Tom looked down at him, surprised that Nick was actually trying to catch his cum in his mouth. This, again, was something that girls never, ever wanted to do.

“You want it?” Tom asked. His face was sweaty and he was all smiles. He didn’t wait for Nick to respond. “Yeah you do.” He moved his hand along the side of Nick’s face and then slipped a finger into his mouth. Nick immediately sucked down on it.

“Yeah, you’re going to get a big load of my cum. Get ready.”

Nick mumbled something as Tom removed his finger and slipped the tip of his dick between Nick’s lips. He let himself go and began to blast his load into Nick’s mouth.

Nick had tasted his own cum before, but the taste of Tom’s was different, and the way it just flooded his mouth was intense. It poured out onto his tongue in salty, thick globs. Nick swished it around, breaking it up as he continued to tongue Tom’s glans. Tom had one hand on his dick and one on Nick’s head, and he held both steady as he unloaded. Even if Nick had wanted to pull away, he wouldn’t have been able to.

When Nick glanced upward, he was amazed. Tom’s whole body contracted. The muscles of his chest bulged. His abs were tight and rigid. Then his dick would throb and dump another thick glob of semen into his mouth. This happened at least five times before Tom’s hips stopped moving and his cock ran dry. He continued to shudder, and his rod stayed rock hard in Nick’s mouth.

Tom let out a loud sigh and bent backward. He shook the tension out of his muscles and then stepped away from Nick. His dick began to soften, and he pulled his shorts back on. Nick stared at him, questioning whether or not he was dreaming. Tom's eyes moved down Nick's body and noticed the massive wet spot in Nick's shorts. It looked like Nick had pissed his pants.

"Jesus, bro, is that all cum?" he asked.

Nick blushed and looked down at himself. "Yeah," he said, "I'm kind of a shooter."

"You better keep that dick away from a pussy, cause you'll knock a chick up in a second."

Nick smiled. "I don't think that's going to happen."

Tom finished the glass of water that sat on the counter before pulling on his clothes. "I gotta get going." There was a moment of awkward silence. Neither guy knew what to do next. "I guess I should say thanks." Tom said.

"I'm the one who should be saying thanks." Nick said.

"Well, uh, I don't think I need to say it, but . . ."

"Don't worry," Nick said. "I'm not going to tell anyone."

"Well, uh, see you tomorrow then." Tom said as he turned to leave.

Nick stood in the middle of the room, breathing in the last fumes of their coupling. Post orgasm fear and insecurity had returned. He had no idea how Tom, Mr Straight Jock, would cope with the fact that he'd just let Nick blow him. Nick knew not to expect much. Hopefully, Tom wouldn't start ignoring him.

He stood up and did a quick scan of the kitchen. He didn't want his parents to come home and find a splash of cum somewhere. He cracked a window to air the room out. Then he went up to his bedroom, lubed his cock, closed his eyes, and relived it all.

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Basketball Jock and Prof, Chapter 21

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Basketball Jock and Prof, Chapter 21
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It was early on a Saturday morning, and I was just stirring from sleep. As I rolled over Mike stretched out his arm and punched me in the ribs. He hit the muscle and bone perfect, and I groaned loudly. Mike rubbed my torso, "Sorry babe."

Anger welled up in me, and I jumped out of bed. "Fuck this, we're buying a bigger bed."

After nearly two months of living together, I was woken up in nearly the same way every morning. Mike would stretch out his body and either club me in the face, punch me in the gut, or knee me in the crotch. Built with proportions that most men dream about, Mike was simply too big for my queen size bed. Despite telling him about a million times that I could afford a king size, Mike didn't want to switch. He claimed that he liked being close to me and feeling my body against his in the night. Being something of a romantic, I was drawn in by this reasoning. Who doesn't want a young stud telling him how much he likes sleeping close to them? After several weeks, however, the bruises outweighed the romance.

"You'll be so far away." Mike said sleepily.

"That's the point." I said back.

He rolled over onto his back. "Fine, but no whining if I slide over to your side every now and then."

His legs were spread wide and his arms lay apart from his body. He took up the whole bed. "Seeing that you're already always on my side, I don't think it will be a problem."

"Whatever," Mike said, "You're boring me."

He rolled toward me and grabbed at the waistband of my black boxer briefs. He pulled my body toward the bed, stretching my underwear to the max. I jumped onto the bed and stood on my knees. Mike slipped his fingers into my underwear. He scratched at my pubes, rubbing the skin, and then slid down to my thickening cock. He grabbed onto it and squeezed.

"I want morning sex." he growled.

Since moving in with Mike, I've learned two things that I didn't know before. First, he eats massive amounts of food. He had remained physically active after graduation and continued to work out. Maintaining his form required him to eat almost twice as much as me. At my age, I had to be careful not to eat too much. Mike was still at that age where you worry about not eating enough. The other thing I learned was that he had a sex drive that rivaled most nymphomaniacs. I had always assumed that we had so much sex because we only got to see each other two or three times a week. In reality, Mike liked to get off several times a day, and he took what he wanted. If he wanted sex in the morning, he would get it, whether I was game or not. Luckily, I was almost always game.

Morning sex, it turns out, was his favorite. If either of us had somewhere to be early in the day, we had to set the alarm clocks half an hour earlier to make time for it. On a day like today, if neither of us had anything to do, we could spend hours in bed together. Sucking, fucking, snoozing and then repeating the cycle.

My dick was hard, and it popped out of my underwear. I straddled Mike's torso, placing one knee in each arm pit. His big hands latched onto my ass. Mike smiled at me before leaning upward and taking my dick into his mouth.

For a guy who was almost a total top, Mike had excellent dick sucking skills. He seemed to genuinely love sucking cock. He sucked hard and moaned loudly before letting my dick slip out of his mouth. Then he buried his face in my pubes and inhaled deeply. He lifted his face and growled a little before taking my nuts into his mouth. I bucked up when his tongue made contact. For another minute or two Mike liked my nuts. Then he directed my hand onto his hard cock. It was still bunched up in his briefs, and I uncaged it. His massive jock dick, hard as stone, popped out and slapped against his stomach. I pulled on it a few times before Mike pulled his mouth off of my balls.

He grabbed my hips and forced my body to twist around. Then he moaned, "Take care of me, Prof."

I bent down and sucked Mike's massive, uncut cock into my mouth. I slid his hood down over the glans with my tongue and worked his sensitive head. Mike thrust upward and drove his cock deep into my my mouth. I didn't mind. With one hand on his shaft, I sucked and pulled on his dick. Occasionally, I let my hand slip down and fondled his bull balls.

Mike grabbed onto his cock and pulled it out of my mouth. He held the shaft against his torso, presenting his nuts to me.

"Suck them." he groaned.

As soon as I began to suck on his balls, Mike forgot about sucking me. My cock remained rock hard, and I imagined the precum dripping onto Mike's neck and chin. He groaned loudly as I took each testicle into my mouth and worked it over. I continued to suck on his scrotum, and finally he took my dick back into his mouth.

This position was probably the one I loved most - my mouth on his big nuts and my nose planted deep between his legs. In the morning his musk was overwhelming. The warm, spicy heat of his body enveloped my face. Mike, knowing how much I loved the feel of his body, closed his thighs around my head. Thick muscles pushed my face deeper into his junk. The feeling was too much for me, and I started to shoot my load. Mike sucked down hard as I unloaded five volleys of hot sperm into his mouth. I felt his lips tighten on my cock as he swallowed. Then he pulled my dick out of his mouth and gave it a few licks.

I lifted my body off of him and turned around to face him. His dick was bouncing, and I could tell he was about to shoot. He got up on his knees and presented his cock to me. I took it into my mouth while he two-fisted the shaft, pulling and yanking on himself until he was ready to orgasm.

"Here you go stud." Mike growled, "Fresh from the fucking tap."

His dick head flared in my mouth, stretching my lips, and then his cum poured out onto my tongue. I lapped it up like a dog, tasting and swallowing every last drop of his salty, familiar seed. When he finished cumming he fell back onto the bed, and I collapsed into his crotch. I gently tongued his shaft as it softened. He kept his hands on my head, running his fingers through my hair.

After a few minutes, I moved to get up. Mike's fingers tensed up, and he held my against his thigh. When I tried to pull away again, he pushed me down into his junk. He lifted his hips and rubbed his flaccid dick against my face. Every time I relaxed Mike would loosen his grip. As soon as I pulled away, he would hold me down again. He laughed but didn't let up. He wanted me to beg to be let go. It was another one of his locker-room dominance games. Instead of yielding, I bit him on the inside of his thigh. He yelped and let go of me.

"No fair." Mike said as he rubbed the bite mark.

"No fair." I mocked as I walked off to shower.

Two hours later we were on our way to the mattress store. Mike was still in an adolescent mood, and he continued to do his best to annoy me, tease me, and make me overreact. He tried to get me to loosen up, but I wasn't in the mood.

"You're so serious today." Mike said.

I shrugged. I wasn't upset with him, I just wasn't in the mood for games. We went into the mattress store and started to look around. It wasn't long before a salesman spotted us and started to make the sale. Mike and I settled on a mattress, but picking out a bed-frame was harder. We finally found a masculine looking wooden frame we both liked. The model had slats instead of a box spring. When I asked the sales guy how strong the bed was, Mike seized on the opportunity.

"We're getting married in a few months and he wants to be sure it will hold up during the newlywed period. You know?" Mike said.

I turned bright red, and the sales guy laughed uncomfortably. Mike shot me a grin, and I frowned at him. His eyes kept glancing away and when I followed his gaze I saw the outline of the guy's hard cock. He was a good looking guy, around Mike's age, and dressed in a shirt and tie. His body was lean, and he had nearly black hair and dark eyes.

"It . . uh . . should hold up during normal intimacy." he stuttered. "I mean, it's as strong as any other bed."

"What about, like, abnormal intimacy." Mike got closer to the guy and laughed while looking at me. He was doing his frat boy, buddy-buddy routine. "I mean, I'm a big guy and we can go two or three times a day, sometimes pretty heavy."

"It should be fine." he said with a little bit of a laugh.

"So if were to . ..  well can I just try something out?" Mike said.

"Here?" the salesman stuttered. His face went white but his dick was still hard.

"Like, suppose I came home after a tough day at work and just, really wanted to get intimate, you know, and so I picked Clint up." Mike walked over to me and lifted me off the ground, throwing half of my body over his shoulder. I felt his muscles bulge and knew that the salesman was getting a good view of his Mike's arms. "Then I walked across the house and threw Clint onto the bed." Mike tossed me onto the bed, which didn't make a sound. "So far so good," Mike said to the guy.

Mike continued, "But suppose that then I really gave it to him. You know, threw him a really hard fuck. You think we'd be ok?"

Mike moved as if he was about to unbutton his pants. The salesman reacted quickly to stop him, but then blushed when he realized that Mike was kidding around. He took a deep breath. "Look," he said, a bead of sweat forming on his brow, "If it's that big of a concern, you might want a steel frame."

"I'm just giving you a hard time." Mike said with a grin. He grabbed the guy's shoulder and shook him a little. “I like embarrassing Clint. He doesn't like it when I tell good looking guys like you about how hard I fuck him.” The salesman blushed. It was a classic Mike move, and had tricked more than a few guys into bed with us.

"We'll take it." Mike said.

The guy walked away with a dark spot beginning to show on the front of his khaki pants.

"Did you see that?" Mike said. He nearly doubled over laughing.

"Nice, Mike." I said, "You might have mentioned that I occasionally fuck you."

Mike sighed and then rubbed my hair. "Loosen up. I was just having some fun."

The salesman returned with the delivery slip and invoice. He gave it to Mike who passed it to me. "He's my sugar daddy." Mike said to the guy. I rolled my eyes and signed the slip.

We scheduled the delivery for late that afternoon. As Mike and I walked back to my car, I told him that I thought he'd try to get the salesman into bed with us.

"We're getting a new bed, Prof. I'm not going to break it in with anyone but you."

"Still," I said, "It would have been a good send off for the old one."

When we got home, Mike made lunch and then sat down in front of the TV. I've never been able to relax, so I went into the office and worked on my research. An hour later, Mike stepped into the doorway. The front of his shorts were tented. He walked over to me and kissed me on the back of my neck. As he stood up, I felt the head of his dick press against my back.

"What's up?" I said.

"I'm excited for this new bed. How do you want to break it in?" Mike asked.

"I get to choose?" Our sex life was almost entirely controlled by Mike except on rare occasions.

"You bought the bed. This is the best I can do to repay you." He kissed my neck again and whispered in my ear, "I could do suave and romantic or hot and sweaty." He bit my ear after he said the last part.

Pain flashed from my earlobe straight down to my cock. "Both."

"Alright." he said, "I'm going to the gym and then for a run. The bed had better be ready when I get back or I'm fucking you on the floor right in front of the delivery men."

I followed Mike into the bedroom and opened up his underwear drawer. I reached into the back and grabbed a jockstrap from when he was playing basketball. "Wear this." I said.

Mike smiled widely, "Reliving our glory days, huh?" he said as he wandered out of the bedroom with his gym bag.

The men delivered and assembled our new bed. I had them move the old stuff into the garage and then hurried them out. I put the new sheets and stuff on the bed and waited for Mike to come home. The way he had planned sex in advance had my dick hard. I changed into a pair of shorts and went outside to play with the dog. I yanked my shirt off and ran around the yard.  Long before I saw his truck rolling down the road, Gunnar heard Mike coming and ran off to meet him. Minutes later, Mike pulled up to the house. He jumped out of the truck with Gunnar behind him. He was wearing white basketball shorts and had his gray muscle shirt tucked into the waistband.

As he stepped forward his shorts slid down and I saw the band of his jockstrap. Covered in sweat, he looked strong and intensely virile. A light coat of hair covered his chest and trailed down toward his crotch. His shoulders were wide and shifted back and forth as he walked toward me.

I stepped forward, and he wrapped his arms around me. Our bare chests slid against each other as he hugged me, and the fresh smell of his body surrounded us.  He kissed me and moved his mouth to my ear. "Are we alone?"

I reached around his back and slid my hand into the crack of his ass. I moved across his damp ass cheek until I found the strap of his jock. I pulled it back and snapped it against his skin.

Mike made a noise that was a mix between a growl and a purr. He pulled away from me and lifted his left arm. I didn't need any instructions. I dove into his pit and licked the sweat out of his wet hair. He clamped his arm down around my face and rubbed his sweaty skin against my cheeks and forehead. His muscles bulged and hardened against my skull.

I licked at him like a dog for thirty seconds before he pulled away. He bent down and kissed across my chest, biting my nipple gently. His hands moved up and down the sides of my torso before he pulled me against him. He dove into my pit, licking away the light coating of sweat and rubbing his face against my skin. I grabbed onto the top of his head and messed up his hair while he ate out my pit.

When Mike pulled away, I had a raging boner. The front of my shorts pointed toward him. I noticed a similar bulge in his pants. I dropped to my knees and pulled at his shorts.

"You wanna go inside?" Mike asked as he ran his fingers along the side of my skull.

The sun shone down on our bodies, making my outsides feel as hot as I felt inside. I shook my head before I buried my face in his crotch. I felt the hardness of his cock against my lips. It was still bound up in his jockstrap, but clearly wanted to get out. I used my face to push his dick around until it finally popped out of the elastic pouch. His thin shorts outlined his massive meat, and I chewed my way from the base to the tip of his cock. The whole time, I was breathing in his musk, his sweat, and his testosterone.

I pulled down his shorts and took a long lick from the root of his cock to his piss-slit, savoring his taste and the drop of precum that oozed out. Then, I buried my face in his balls for the second time that day.

"Fuck yeah, Prof, lick up my nut sweat man." Mike growled. He grabbed onto my head and pushed me deeper into his groin.

His crotch was warm and his balls hung far away from my body. I pulled them into my mouth, alternating between one and the other. As he got harder and hotter, I felt his testicles draw up toward his body. Sucking them into my mouth, I did my best to pull them back down. Then I moved behind his sack, breathing in his hot sweat and moist body odor. The deeper my tongue traveled the more I wanted a taste of his sweaty ass. Finally, I put my hands on his hips and turned him around.

"Let me at that jock ass." I hissed as Mike turned.

"Eat it good, Prof." Mike moaned, "Show me how much you appreciate it."

When he turned around I gazed at his butt for a minute. The straps of the jock perfectly framed his beautiful, muscled ass. I rubbed his cheeks, running my fingers under the straps of his jock and playing with his muscles. His crack was open, and Mike's tight hole winked back at me. A little bit of hair surrounded it. As I was ogling him, a bead of sweat rolled down the small of his back and into his crack. It was too much for me and I dove in.

Just as I went for his ass, Mike backed into me. He must have been tired of my staring. His butt smashed against my face as I licked the sweat from his crack. When I got to his hole I shoved my tongue inside of him. His hole clenched down on my tongue, and pulsed while I ate him out. Mike groaned and pushed back against my face.

After a solid five minutes of rimming, he stood up and stepped away. He turned and lifted me to my feet, before lunging forward and making out with me. Mike's tongue invaded my mouth while his hands moved across my back. I kissed him back, tasting his spit, smelling his sweat, and feeling his body move against mine. When he broke away, he had a wild look in his eyes. He reached down and grabbed onto my cock.

"Is the bed ready?" he said.

"Of course." I groaned back. I toyed with his dick and felt it twitch in my fingers.

In a single, sudden movement, Mike lifted me up and threw me over his shoulder. Even after nearly two years together, his strength blew my mind. It came out of nowhere and reminded me that his muscles weren't just for show. He carried me through the house and into the bedroom. He tossed me down on the bed. It didn't make a single squeak.

Mike yanked off his jock and threw it on the bed next to me. I grabbed it and brought it up to my nose. It was damp with Mike's sweat and smelled like his balls. I rubbed the sweaty fabric all over my face and then across my body. Mike watched me with a look of amusement.

"I love your stink, Mike," I said. "I fucking can't get enough of it."

"Yeah?" Mike said. He grabbed onto my foot and lifted it into the air. He yanked off my shoe and sock and sucked my big toe into his mouth. He kissed each one of my toes and then ran his tongue along my shin. When he got to my knee, he kissed it and looked up. He gazed at me with his perfect blue eyes. "I love everything about you, Clint." Mike said.

He kissed his way up my thigh. "Every inch of your body." He locked his lips around my cock, still covered with my shorts, "Your hot Professor cock." His mouth moved across my abs and then up to my nipple. He rubbed his fingers through my body hair, "Your hard, furry body." He continued to kiss his way to my mouth and kissed me hard on the lips. "All of it." he whispered.

"What about my mind?" I said with a grin before kissing him back.

"That too, but only when you don't use big words." he said.

He knelt between my legs and pulled my shorts off in one go. Then he lifted my thighs up and exposed my asshole. Mike bent down and gave my hole a quick lick.

"I especially love this," he said, "I love this tight asshole. All mine, forever."

He buried his face in between my legs and rimmed my ass. As the tingly feelings of pleasure washed over me, I contemplated what he had said. Forever. I was going to get to do this, forever. The thought relaxed me, and then slowly some anxiety crept in. We had a wedding to plan. I put that thought aside, and focused on the amazing pleasure that Mike was giving me.

Mike removed his mouth from my ass and crawled over me. The tip of his dick poked at my ass cheeks. He lined it up with my hole and brought his face over mine.

"I love you, Clint." he said. Just as I said it back, he slid into me.

There was a time, long ago, when Mike's huge cock practically tore me up. I would struggle to take him to the root. Now, it felt right to have him inside of me. It was almost as if when he wasn't there, something was missing. His dick had gone from being an occasional invader to practically being a part of me. My eyes rolled back in my head in pleasure as Mike kissed me along my jaw line.

He pulled out and then gently thrust back in. Minutes passed as he slowly moved in and out of me. While he fucked me, he kissed and licked my face, my shoulders, across my chest, and down my arms. I kissed him back, locking my mouth onto whatever part of him was closest to me at the time; his lips, the top of his head, or the lobe of his ear. Our hands moved across each others' bodies, pausing to explore and caress. I let my fingers linger on his obliques, feeling the rows of muscle pulse and contract as he thrust in and out of me. I wrapped my legs around his ass, pulling him into me. We didn't talk or whisper but gave our bodies completely to one another.

The longer we stayed locked together, the more our passion and lust for one another mounted. The smell of our love making filled the room. It was a combination of saliva and spit, sweat, and the musky odor of two rutting males. I took it all in, allowing my dick to pulse and leak all over me and Mike to thrust his way to orgasm.

Time passed. Eventually Mike kissed me on the lips and said, "I'm so close."

It was a cue we'd worked out over hundreds of fucks. I reached down and grabbed onto my dick, furiously jerking myself as Mike picked up the pace. Each thrust ended with more of a punch. He arched his back as he tried to get deeper inside of me. His breathing quickened against the side of my neck. His mouth moved to my ear. "I love you so much." he whispered as he collapsed on top of me. His body pulsed as his thick, hot cum shot deep into my body. Each shot made his cock thicken, stretching me just a little further. I yanked myself to orgasm and let go of my cock. My arms wrapped around his body. As Mike continued to thrust, his abs ground against my dick. I spewed my load against both of our bodies, letting it spread out between us. Soon, the stink of cum was added to the aroma in the room.

When our orgasms passed, Mike withdrew from my body and flopped down on his back next to me. His dick was half hard and lay across his thigh. His foreskin was wrinkled up over the head. I rubbed my hand across his belly, and he took it into his hand. It was some of the best sex we'd ever had, and both of us knew better than to ruin it by talking.

We lay side by side as our breathing slowed. I turned my head and saw that Mike had his eyes closed. I curled up against his body, put my head against his shoulder, and drifted off to sleep.

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Hope you liked it, and thanks for all the great emails urging me to keep going with this story. Thanks for reading. Charlie