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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.

Teaching My Son A Lesson, Part 8

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I was working out when Sam's dad Luis approached me. I'd been admiring him from across the room, looking at him in the mirrors and watching the way his muscles bulged as he moved. Generally, I went for young guys, after about 22 they didn't do much for me anymore, but maybe because Luis shared my kinks, I found him attractive.

"What's up man?" I said as he walked up to me in the locker room.

"Not much. My son Jose is coming home next week. He's got two weeks off between his training and his deployment."

"Sounds like fun." I said. "I can't imagine not having Sean around for that long. Now that he's living with me, I wonder how I made it for all those years when he was with his mom."

"Yeah, Ill bet." Luis shot me a knowing grin. I blushed a little and shook my head. I hadn't meant it like that. Our sexual relationship aside, I liked having Sean around. Luis continued, "Listen, Jose had a little bit of a problem in high school, with girls, you know. He'd get his shit together and then he'd meet some chick and toss it all down the drain."

"Guys his age only think with their dicks."

"Right?" Luis said, "So naturally I'm worried that he'll do the same thing now. Two weeks is long enough to fall in love and fuck up his life again."

"He's smart. After Boot Camp, he's not going to be the kid you said good-bye to. You know that." I had seen a Marine Corps tattoo on Luis's shoulder.

"Still, I'm worried," he said, "I was thinking that maybe I could provide him some alternative entertainment. Like, maybe Sean could spend some time with him while he's home."

The Crew, Part 6

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After I booted Smith, I never saw him again. If he went back to the boss to complain, I was never told about it. Running a business, even a whorehouse, was hard work, and the expectation that I turn a profit was ever present. My sex life pretty much dried up as I got the business together.  I only fucked around with a guy if it was a deal breaker, and even then I charged a premium.

The diversity of dudes who bought sex at the farm was pretty amazing. Most of them were middle aged and fairly fit. They were the kinds of guys that could have hooked up easily, but got off on buying young guys. They typically entertained fantasies of being dominated or dominating.

I don't have much of a submissive streak. I've never wanted a woman to tie me up and certainly never wanted to be dominated by a man, but a lot of straight guys apparently got of on it. There seemed to be an almost infinite number of straight guys who wanted to try this shit, "just once" and by advertising the Farm more aggressively, we were able to bring them all in. There was a risk, obviously. Greater knowledge of what we were doing could result in attention from the cops, but the boss greased the wheels of justice and the business thrived. 

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It had been my first time whoring myself out, or being whored out really, and to be honest, I didn't feel like much of a whore afterward. I felt calm, almost relaxed. I'd had the best orgasm of my life and I'd been able to get rid of a lot of anger and aggression that had been building up for a while. When I left, the back part of the barn was empty, so I just got in my car and took off. I got a text that night telling me to come back the next afternoon.

When I arrived, Mr. Smith was there and called me into his office.

"What the fuck did you do to that guy last night?"

"He blew me." I said. Then I grinned real big and looked Mr. Smith in the eyes. I squared off my shoulders and tried to take up as much space as possible. "I fucked his face, hard. Why, did he complain?"

"No complaints, at all" Smith said. "He was completely pleased."

"Cool." I said. "Get me some more. I want to do this as fast as I can."

"Getting more is not going to be an issue." Smith stood up and walked behind me. He ran a hand across my shoulder and then grasped my bicep. I pulled away and turned to face him. He put his hand on my chest and smiled at me. "Inspecting the goods is one of the perks of my job."

I bit down hard and tried to keep my mouth shut. Impulse control has never been one of my strengths, but I knew better than to fuck things up. Every muscle in my body wanted to pounce on Smith. The way he undressed me with his eyes, felt my body without permission, and acted like he owned me, made my skin crawl.

"You're incredibly hot," he said.

Quarterback Keeper, Part 13

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Tom woke up disoriented. He looked around, felt Nick's head on his shoulder, and remembered where he was. He leaned over and kissed Nick, waking him up.

"I should go." Tom whispered.

"You're gonna sneak out on me?"

"If I don't leave now you're going to have a lot of explaining to do."

"Guys stay over at each other's houses, Tom." Nick said, "And who cares if my parents know about you."

"I guess."

Tom laid back on the bed for fifteen minutes. He needed to get home to get ready for school, but he wanted to spend every minute with Nick, to spend the morning together. He cuddled up against Nick for as long as he could.

Tom climbed out of bed and pulled on his jeans. He grabbed Nick's hand one more time, smiled at him, and tried to slip out of the house unnoticed. He was outside, walking down the driveway toward his truck, when Nick's dad walked out of the garage. He was a rough looking guy, a little thick around the middle. Tom remembered Nick telling him that he worked construction or something like that. His stride conveyed friendliness, but also assertiveness and strength.

"Tom right?"

"Yes, sir." Tom said, trying to be polite.

"Listen, I don't know what you've got going on with my son," he paused and looked uncomfortable. "But, he's my boy, and if you mess him up, you're going to have to deal with me."

"I'm, uh, not going to mess him up, sir." Tom said, "Really."

"He's changed since he started hanging out with you, for the better," he said, "I hope you understand what you mean to him."

"I understand, really." Tom said. He looked at the ground and blushed. "He, uh, he means a lot to me too."

Nick's dad smiled. He took a step forward and grabbed Tom's shoulder. "No more sleeping over, ok? House rules."

"Yes, sir." Tom said.

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Rick rolled out of bed at 11 and texted Cody, asking him to come by the house at 3. His dick hardened. Sex was always good, but sex with someone new was awesome. Plus Cody was younger, more malleable. He could make the guy into anything he wanted. When Cody replied, Rick rubbed himself and then got dressed. He put on a tight t-shirt and some shorts, and then jumped on his bike. He had three hours to work up a solid sweat. Then he'd see how committed Cody was to serving him. 

He got back to the house at 3:04, and Cody was sitting on the steps. He stood up as Rick approached. He wore a black t-shirt and dark jeans. He was thin, but very attractive. Had Cody been into girls, he wouldn't have had a problem getting them. That was  the attraction for Rick. He liked fucking guys that were his competition. And while jocks competed with him in one way, understated guys like Cody competed in a different way. 

The guy's dick was already hard, and bulged in his pants. It was a solid piece of meat - too bad he'd never put it to good use. Rick stepped past him and opened the door. Cody followed him inside. 

This wasn't Rick's first time with a guy, and not his first time playing into the fantasies of a gay dude who had been lusting after him. He knew that it was important for the first time to mean something. If he was too rough, Cody would run away. He had to believe that there was a chance for an emotional relationship - that Rick cared about him back. 

The first time, you had to set the hook. After that, you never had a problem pulling them in. 

Big Bro's Girlfriend, Spring Break, Part 2

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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.

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Mitch moved the piles of clothing off of Jase's bed. It had been almost a year since his brother had come home from college, and nearly as long since anything sexual had happened between them.  Jase found a girlfriend and didn’t feel the need to mess around with Mitch anymore. His thing with Scott had run it's course. The one time experience with their dad had proved to be just that - a one time experience. Mitch's sex life had become as 'normal' as any other guy's.

Basically, he just enjoyed whoring himself out now. He still worked out at the gym, and found plenty of sex there. He was good enough in bed, and hot enough that he had his pick of studs. He still had a thing for straight guys, and Colin had managed to get the word out about his proclivities. Even Scott was good for a solid fuck every so often.

Holidays and stuff came and went, but Jase never wanted to spend more than a few days with his family. When he suddenly decided that he would come home for all of spring break, Mitch was surprised. Mitch knew that Jase had broken up with his long-term girlfriend, and when he asked, Jase told him that he needed a change of pace.

Dad's Proper Place, Part 13

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Alan waited in the bathroom for what felt like an eternity. He could hear the sounds of the game above him. He sat in the half-light and pulled his knees against his chest for warmth. Finally, after hours, the guys filed back into the locker-room. There was a ton of noise, and the air became hot and steamy as guys showered.

Locker doors slammed shut and everyone was yelling. Alan tried to imagine what was going on: the sweaty, teenaged bodies stripped down, towels snapping, and soap getting tossed back and forth in the showers. Maybe there were even a few backward glances as the guys checked each other out. His dick became hard, and he considered opening his fly. Then he remembered what Rick had said. Getting caught with his dick in his hand would not end well for him. He rubbed himself and struggled to maintain control.

After half an hour things quieted down. Alan became anxious. Rick was probably going to try to humiliate him somehow. There was a bang on the door and a booming voice said, "Time to come out, fag."

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.

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The Monday after he had fucked Nick, Tom had his mom call him in sick to school. His mind was still spinning, and it was impossible to concentrate. The last thing he wanted was to see Nick standing next to his locker. He didn't know what he would say.

It was clear that he and Nick weren't just fooling around anymore.  What had started as a simple fuck, had morphed into a make out session more passionate than anything Tom had ever experienced. Nick wouldn't walk away from that without wondering what it meant, and Tom wasn't in a position to tell him.

There was no denying, not even in his deep confusion, that he had completely enjoyed what he'd done with Nick. Before, he could easily claim that when Nick blew him it was simply about getting his nut. Even when he was fucking Nick, he could have claimed that he was just pursuing an orgasm. He'd heard guys say "a hole's a hole" before, and even if those guys weren't fooling around with other dudes, the logic made sense. But when he started to kiss Nick, when he put his arms around him and their torsos pressed together, everything changed. This was sex with a man, and it felt good in ways that sex with a woman had never approached.

He tried to piece it all together as he lay in his bed. Whatever was happening with Nick, it didn't feel romantic to him. He liked Nick, but he didn't think that he felt anything more for him. He'd never been attracted to men before, and he wasn't really attracted to Nick. Nick was just available, that was the conclusion that he kept coming back to, and Nick offered was a novel experience. It wasn't any different from fucking a chick that was a little more freaky than most girls. It was different and a little forbidden. That kept him coming back for more.

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After Scotty fucked his dad, Rick expected things to stay the way they were. He didn't anticipate that adding Scott to the mix would fuck up the good thing that he had going. For the first week, Alan put out just as good as he always had, but then he got lazy. Soon he was finding ways to avoid Rick and his friends altogether. Rick let him pull away. His dad had to realize what he was missing before Rick could remind him of what he needed.

Scott was completely undemanding and almost caring as he used Alan to get off. He wanted to get blown, but that was it. He didn't have much of a sadistic streak, and he'd shown no inclination to fuck with Alan's life. It was usually just a quick blow-job after school, and Scott hadn't tried to fuck him again. Alan felt like he was finally getting some time to process everything.

Things finally came to a head on a Wednesday when Rick had asked Alan to meet him and Lou at the park for a little bit of fun. Alan hadn't shown up.

Rick resisted the urge to speed home, pull his dad by the hair into his bedroom, and beat him senseless. Instead he looked at Lou and frowned. It was time for some reeducation.

When he got home he couldn't find his dad until he walked out of Scott's room about ten minutes later. Rick went down to the kitchen and said to him flatly. "You and I are going fishing next weekend. Clear your schedule."

Becoming a Rugby Bitch, Final Chapter

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Some time after Coach Perry left, Ryder and Tyler woke up laying naked together. Ryder pushed his body against Tyler's warm skin. "What do you think will happen to him?"

"Bates? The Coach will go to work on him." Tyler said. "Make him into one of his boys. You saw the way Bates begged for dick. It won't take much to turn him completely."

"I never would have thought . . ."

"Me either." Tyler said. "But it was there. Lots of guys get off on submitting. The Coach is an expert at getting them to see it."

"I'd probably still be banging chicks and trying to figure myself out if it wasn't for him."

"Yeah." Tyler said softly. "You know, the Coach is probably going to ignore you for a while. He's got a new toy now."

"I kind of figured."

"I'll take care of you." He paused. "Really, I'm going to try. I get it now. I get why the coach likes to dominate you, and I think I get why you like it."

Ryder reached down and grabbed Tyler's soft cock. "You wanna prove it."

Tyler groaned. "I'm kind of spent babe. Just lay here with me."

He pulled Ryder into him and kissed him softly. They stayed that way for most of the afternoon.

Dad's Proper Place, Part 6

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Rick kept his dad well fed with a steady diet of cock. He sucked off Rick whenever they were able to sneak away from his mom and brother. A couple of times a week Lou came over after school. Sometimes they pounded his dad together. Other times Rick would work on his homework while he listened to Lou thumping away upstairs. Wrenn got a regular place in the rotation as well. Rick was doing a solid job of keeping his dad's desires satisfied.

That was why he was disappointed to find his favorite t-shirt missing from his bedroom floor on a Thursday afternoon. Rick walked to his parent's bathroom. He found the shirt on the floor. There wasn't any cum on it, but Rick knew why it was there.

It didn't make sense to him. Alan was getting the real thing damn near every day, but he still felt the need to sneak into Rick's room, like some kind of sexual deviant, and steal his clothes. Rick picked up the shirt and sniffed it. It smelled like his body. He didn't understand his dad's fascination.

He didn't really care. If Alan wanted his ripe body. He would give it to him.

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The following weekend was the longest weekend of Rick's life. Rick wanted his dad, his faggot slave, between his beefy legs, licking his cock and sucking on his asshole. He wanted to fuck the older hunk whenever he needed to get his nut. The fact that his dad was around him, but off limits, drove him insane. Each time he saw Alan bend over his dick throbbed in anticipation of claiming his cherry asshole. Each time his dad told him to do something, he yearned for that moment when the tables would turn; when his dad would beg him to take control and be the boss.

Normally, when he was this pent up, Rick would find some other willing hole to use. Sometimes the guys he used would become unavailable, either because they chickened out or because they freaked after he was too rough with them. When that happened, there was always another fag waiting in the wings, begging to take his load. This time, however, he tried to save it. He wanted to take all of this energy and store it up. When the time finally came, he was going to pump it all into his dad's horny ass. He would finally give the sub-bitch what he really needed.

Basketball Jock and Prof, Chapter 22

Just sent in the newest chapter of basketball jock and prof. The timeline will not follow real time anymore. For the last few chapters, I'll need to slow things down. Hope you enjoy it.

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"You know, we've gotten kind of tame." Mike said to me. We'd just finished fucking, in our bedroom, which is the normal way we do it nowadays.

"We've been busy. We're planning a wedding. You've got a new job." I said.

Mike and I had been at a dinner party earlier that evening and someone had asked each couple about their wildest sexual encounter. Mike and I had played it safe and mentioned having sex in public. The other couples had told fairly vanilla stories, while we both thought of our “Best of” list. I'd been fucked by Mike's teammates, throat-fucked in a bathroom at a banquet, degraded by a baseball player. Fuck, I'd even knelt in front of Mike and let him piss on me in a public park.

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On the Monday morning after Coach Perry had given Ryder over to Adam Bates, he wandered through the student union hoping to find Josh. He was well aware that Bates had a tendency to take things way across the line, and he felt the need to do some damage control. Josh was still fragile, and if things went too fast he would become resistant rather than more pliant. Perry's ultimate goal was to make Ryder into a bottom bitch who would serve him at the drop of a hat. That meant he had to keep Ryder in a good head space.

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

Becoming a Rugby Bitch, Part 2

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Becoming a Rugby Bitch, Part 2
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The next day, assistant coach Perry stood on the sidelines during rugby practice. His hard dick was bunched up inside the pouch of his jockstrap, and he struggled to pay attention. Josh Ryder was on the field, playing as hard as he could. The kid had real talent, Perry thought. He was small but fast and strong. On the field, Ryder was trying to prove himself. After the scene in the massage room with Perry, he was trying to prove to himself that he was a real man.

Perry expected to cure him of that mistake after practice today.

Basketball Jock and Prof 18

Here's the new chapter of Basketball Jock and Prof. Hope you guys enjoy.
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Basketball Jock and Prof, Part 18
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The weeks after my engagement to Mike were filled with more parties, events, and work than I could keep track of, and Mike and I had trouble finding time to be together. He was finishing up his senior basketball season, and I was finishing up the quarter. In addition to these normal stresses, there were parties with friends, parents, and relatives to announce the fact that we were engaged. I felt bad for Mike at some of these dinners. Some of my colleagues did not exactly welcome the news of my engagement. I had broken a serious taboo in going out with Mike, and they wouldn't be quick to forget it. He sat through dinners where he was barely included without complaining or bitching about it afterwards. He did occasionally, a get a little rough in bed with me as compensation, but that never felt like a punishment.

If anything, sex with Mike had gotten kinkier. Getting engaged seemed so normal and decent that we felt the need to shake things up. We occasionally picked guys up at the bar, had sweaty sex at the gym, played with toys, or fucked around outside at night. Overall we were having a pretty good time.