Big Bro's Girlfriend, Summer Fun, Part 3

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Big Brother's Girlfriend – Summer Fun, Part 3
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Note: In picking up this story again, I didn't aim for complete continuity with the earlier storyline. I apologize if some of the details are off, but its been five years since I first started this one. If you want to get a sense of the basic thrust of the story, check out the first chapter. That should bring you up to speed (and you'll probably get off too). --Charlie

On Sunday, Tommy, the younger brother of Jase's girlfriend showed up at the apartment to drop off a few boxes of his sister's things. He asked if he could crash with him before he drove home the next morning, and Mitch was disappointed. He didn't get enough time with Jase and now that Jase had a serious girlfriend, he would probably get less. He was preparing himself for the eventual possibility that he would rarely, if ever, feel Jase inside him again.

Tommy was a senior in high-school and looked about seventeen going on twenty five. He still had red cheeks, smooth skin, and his muscles hadn't quite filled out his frame. He played baseball and had a solid, lean body. His brown hair was a few inches long and he combed it off to the side. In his school, he was the hottest guy around and he knew it. Sitting in the apartment with Mitch and Jase, he was both in awe of the older guys and excited to be included. That night, Jase let him have a beer, which made him Tommy's best friend ever.

For once in his life, Jase kept his hands off Mitch. He wasn't taking any risks while the little brother was around. When they were in the kitchen, Jase grabbed his ass.

Big Bro's Girlfriend Summer Fun Part 2

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Big Brother's Girlfriend – Summer Fun, Part 2
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Note: In picking up this story again, I didn't aim for complete continuity with the earlier storyline. I apologize if some of the details are off, but its been five years since I first started this one. If you want to get a sense of the basic thrust of the story, check out the first chapter. That should bring you up to speed (and you'll probably get off too). --Charlie

Mitch and Jase spent most of the following afternoon moving. Jase had invited over some of his buddies to help out, and Mitch knew immediately that Jase chose the guys deliberately. Each of the guys worked with Jase at a landscaping company and did hard labor during the day. They were tan and buff and dressed to show off their muscles. Mitch ogled them and tried to accidentally bump up against them whenever possible.

Jase cornered him just outside the bathroom in the new apartment. "Hope you're enjoying the show, babe."

"Where did you find these guys?"

"They work with me." Jase winked, "I told them that my gay little brother is intimidated by big guys. They were happy to help you chill out."

Mitch laughed. The guys had been flirting with him, toying with him, all afternoon because Jase had asked them too. Like so many of Jase's stud friends, they enjoyed flirting with guys because it didn't carry any of the pressure of flirting with woman. It wasn't like they were going to take Mitch home with them.

Teaching My Son a Lesson, Part 2

Thanks to the guys who caught the problem with the name. I had it as Luke in the original version, but changed it at the last minute. I meant to find / replace it before I posted part 2, but forgot before I sent it in. Should be good now. Thanks.

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Teaching My Son A Lesson, Part 2
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The next morning, I woke up with a lingering headache and a raging hard on. I'd dreamed about Sean all night long, my mind spinning off endless fantasies. I knew that he would continue to resist me and that I had to play my game carefully. Technically, if Sean wanted to go back and live with his mother, there was nothing I could do to stop to him. The law wasn't exactly on the side of a father who has sex with his son, even if it was halfway consensual.

I'd only slept for a few hours. I walked down the hall, took a long piss, and then walked into Sean's room. He was laying on his bed, his beautiful muscular ass on display. I gazed at it for a moment and then walked to the bed.  He'd been plenty drunk the night before, and he was dead to the world. His dick was pressed backward between his legs, tucked under his balls. I reached down and touched it softly. While I was a fairly aggressive top, I got off on a guy's body and wasn't afraid to show it. My son was a stud, and I wait to devour his cock and tear into his ass.

I eye-raped him for a couple minutes, just gazing at every part of his body. One of his hands was draped above his head. I knelt down next to him and pressed my face into his hairy pit. Fuck he smelt good. I kissed the skin and then made for the door. Before I did, I walked to the pile of clothes he'd dropped on the ground and picked up his briefs. No sense letting them go to waste.

Quarterback Keeper, Chapter 15

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Quarterback Keeper, Part 15
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It was dark already when Tom pulled up to Nick's house. They were supposed to meet up after Nick finished dinner with his parents, but Nick had texted Tom and told him he was running late. Tom sat outside of the house, the truck engine idling loudly, waiting for Nick.

The door opened, and Tom saw Nick in the light. He turned around to hug his mom, who waved to Tom. Tom waved back with a few fingers. When Nick jumped into the truck his eyes were a red, but he seemed like he was in a good mood.

"I told them." Nick said before Tom could ask how he was. "Not much of  a surprise for them, but it's out in the open now."

"Is that why your mom waved at me?" Tom asked.

"Yeah," Nick said. He took in a big breath and let it out. Tom grabbed his shoulder and kissed him on the side of the mouth.

"You ok?"

"Definitely. Kind of exhilarated actually. I didn't realize how nervous I was until after I said it. It still sounds weird to me to say that I'm gay. To say it out loud you know."

"Trust me, I know." Tom said.

"They were so cool. I don't know why I was so nervous."

"Your dad caught me staying the night. If they were going to freak out, they probably would have done it then."

"I guess, but it was still there, you know." Nick buckled his seat-belt and turned to Tom, "Where are we going?"

Tom slid around in the seat. Nick looked over and could see his cock pushing against the fabric of his jeans. Tom was one of the only guys Nick knew who could wear tight jeans and still have a visible bulge from his cock. He was clearly half hard, and the slab of meat was coiled up on top of his thighs. Tom grabbed himself with one hand while he put his truck into gear.

"We were going to meet up with Chris and Austin, but now I'm thinking we should do something else." Tom kept rubbing his dick slowly, putting on a show for Nick. Nick reached over and grabbed it, feeling the heat coming off of his dick and his body. He stared at Tom as he drove with the street lights flashing across his face. He looked incredibly hot. There was a commanding casualness about him when he was behind the wheel. The seriousness that normally characterized his personality was gone.

Dad's Proper Place, Part 15

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Dad's Proper Place, Part 15

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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. 

Quarterback Keeper, Part 7

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Quarterback Keeper, Part 7
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Nick approached Tom as he opened his locker. "I . . . uh . . ." he glanced around, "I have your jacket in my car, you know, I didn't want to just bring it in here."

"You worried someone might think we went home together?" He grinned at Nick. It was one of those moments when Tom's confidence overwhelmed any concerns about their relationship being found out. If someone overheard them, he would shrug it off like it was a joke.

"Yeah," Nick said, "Something like that."

"I'll grab it after school, ok?"

"Cool." Nick said.

He was a little crestfallen. Having Tom's jacket, some piece of his life, seemed important. It made their relationship somehow more real. Of course, Tom didn't want it to be more real. That's why he wanted the jacket back.

Quarterback Keeper, Part 3

Here it is guys. Sorry it's taken me so long. I'm hopeful that I'll be able to get a chapter of Dad's Proper Place up soon too. Thanks for waiting.

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Quarterback Keeper, Part 3
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Tom pulled on a polo and checked himself out in the mirror. The bright peach color looked good on him, and his nipples showed through the thin fabric. He'd styled his hair to the right and left it spiky. The sleeves of the shirt cut across the peak of his bicep, emphasizing their size.

He flashed himself a smile. The girls would be all over him tonight.

 His mom was out of town with her boyfriend for the weekend, and Tom would be able to bring a girl home. Though he'd been hanging out with Nick quite a bit, he decided against inviting him to the party. His sexual interactions with Nick were hot, but he had a psychological need to fuck a woman. He needed to reassure himself that he could still do it - that he still wanted to do it. He'd been ignoring women lately because Nick offered an easy alternative. What guy would bother to get a chick to blow him when he had easy access to a someone who would gladly do it no questions asked?

He'd trimmed his pubes earlier, surprised to see how long and thick they'd gotten. Nick liked him that way; more manly, more natural, more unkempt. It seemed to turn Nick on. Over the weeks, Tom had been unconsciously adapting his habits to please Nick. It was time for a change.

One more time he looked himself over in the mirror. His jeans were perfect, the shirt was perfect, and his hair was perfect. Pussy tonight, he growled as he smiled at himself in the mirror. There would be some college girls at the party, and they were way easier to get into bed than high school chicks. "Pussy tonight." he repeated, feeling his cock thicken.

As soon as he arrived at the party, the Pack closed in around him, grabbing his shoulders and attempting to establish their relationship with him. They're like a bunch of wolves, Tom thought, fighting for dominance over each other and eager to take whatever I toss them. They all knew that simply being seen with Tom would make them more popular.

Tom played the crowd, talking up one girl after another. He used to get numbers in case he ever wanted to hook up, and he came to derive a thrill from adding a girl to his list of contacts, but he wasn't getting much out of it tonight. Despite the pep talk he'd given himself in front of the mirror, he wasn't that into the chase.

"You seem kind of out of it man," said one of Tom's friends as he grabbed a beer.

"Yeah, I guess I am."

"Try this." He handed Tom a shot of green liquor.

"Do I want to know?" The friend shook his head, and Tom downed the shot. It tasted like mint and burned his throat. Strong. "Got another one?"

Within two minutes he'd downed four shots. Soon his mind was spinning and he was able to loosen up. He hadn't planned on drinking, and he wasn't sure how he would get home, but figured he'd burn that bridge later. He played a game of beer pong with some friends and then caught sight of a blond with long hair and a great body move into the kitchen. Tom sensed an opportunity: a girl all her own was easy prey. He broke away from his friends and followed her into the kitchen.

She turned around to look behind her. "Oh." Tom said softly.

Jen Gelman was a classmate of his. Since about six grade, she'd been an awkward and frumpy. Her hair was thick, and she never seemed to take much pride in her personal appearance. Over the past summer she'd made herself over. Her hair was shiny and her face was clear and beautiful She dressed in form fitting clothes that showed off a curvy, delicious figure.

The first day back to school, when Tom had seen her walk through the commons, he'd asked her out. He knew that she would be a hot commodity on the dating market, and he only dated the cream of the crop. Instead of fawning over his good looks, she turned him down. She said that since he never gave her the time of day before she wasn't going to give him the time of day now. Sounded fair, he thought, but she could say the same thing about every guy in the school. Who was she going to date if she didn't go out with anyone who had ignored her?

"Hey Jen," he said with a goofy smile.

"Tom." She said flatly.

He walked to the sink to grab a glass of water. "You could be nicer to me, you know." Tom said. "I wasn't ever mean to you. I don't think anyway."

She forced a smile. "You weren't mean to me." she said, "But I'm still not going to go out with you."

"No problem," Tom downed the glass of water. "I'm not looking for a girlfriend anyway."

She turned to walk out of the kitchen, then hesitated near the doorway. "What are you doing with Nick Miller, Tom?" she asked.

"What?" Tom said quickly before trying to recover. She couldn't know, he thought. There was absolutely no way that she knew, "I mean, we're locker buddies- just hanging out."

"Is it some kind of game. Make him think he's one of the cool kids and then fuck with him later?"

"No." Tom said, "What the hell, Jen?"

"You've never been one to reach out to your inferiors, and most of the guys you hang out with are dicks."

"Don't talk bad about the pack." Tom said quickly.

"Don't call them that. You sound like a fucking douche, you know that? Just call them your friends."

Tom blushed. He wasn't used to being talked to like this. Normally people deferred to him and let him control the flow of information. He wasn't opposed to being criticized, but it always happened on his terms. Jen had gone on the attack in a way he had never experienced, and now he was getting defensive.

"I'm not a bad guy." Tom said, "I'm not. Nick and I have lockers next to each other and we started to talk a little. I asked him if he wanted to hit the gym with us and he said yes."

She walked toward him and suddenly reached out and grabbed his crotch. She squeezed the big lump in his pants hard. "You fuck with him, and I will tear this off. You got it? I will tear it off."

Tom groaned loudly and wheezed. "I got it. I got it."

She let go and smiled at him. "Sorry. Guess you probably think I'm a bitch now."

Tom smiled again, rubbing the front of his pants. "Will you go out with me?"

"You wish." she replied as she walked away.

He slammed another glass of water and walked into the crowd. Talking about Nick was the last thing he wanted to do. Tonight Nick was supposed to be out of the picture, just a friend who occasionally got him off. Pussy tonight, he reminded himself. He wandered into the backyard. The air was cold and his nipples got hard, poking through his polo. Each step caused the fabric to brush against them and soon his dick was hard too. He pushed it down the leg of his jeans, and hoped no one would notice.

Two of his buddies were talking to a group of three girls. He walked up to them and smiled. "See," said his friend John, "I told you we had a third for you."

Though they made it sound like they had already divvied up the women, Tom knew that he could take his pick. Austin and Chris would settle for whatever he left them. He flashed his killer smile at a brunette with narrow eyebrows and opened up his chest. She winked back. Soon, he had broken her away from her friends and led her to the side of the house. He leaned forward and kissed her. The strangeness of her smell, the perfume especially, hit him. He'd become too used to Nick. He pushed her back against the wall and made out with her, as her hand rubbed his stomach and came to rest on his large bulge.

She kneaded the fabric, pulling on his soft dick and massaging his balls. His mind kept wandering, not to any particular place at once, but just all over. He couldn't get himself to focus on what he was doing or to get his thoughts out of the way and let his body respond. They kissed for a few minutes and she pulled away, raising an eyebrow. She clearly couldn’t' understand why he wasn't hard yet. He couldn't either. He had a coed ready to swing from his cock, and he was soft as soft gets. Absolutely nothing was happening down there.

"We could go back to my dorm." She whispered.

The scene played out in his mind. Him drilling her, getting what he came out tonight to get. Then, it was replaced by another scene. Him limp-dicked, unable to perform. Her awkward reassurances and his unsanctimonious exit. He didn't want to risk it.

"I think I'm going to just hang with my buddies tonight. Ok?"

She looked over his shoulder. "Your buddies are long gone."

He took a step away from her. "I can find them."

He stumbled out of the house and walked down the street toward his truck. A few people had asked him where he was going, but he ignored them. He opened the door and sat down, shaking his head. He was swimming in his own thoughts, completely unable to think things out. He didn't understand what was happening to him.

A little more than a mile away Nick sat in his bedroom gaming. He was popular enough to know there was a big party tonight but not quite popular enough to get invited. He knew that Tom could have invited him, which meant he'd made a decision not to.

Nick played out the evening in his head. First Tom would greet the pack, then he'd start flirting, then he'd take home some girl. Nick lay back on his bed and toyed with his cock, imagining Tom undressing the girl. He was torn. He was blowing the hottest guy at school, a guy who could get any girl he wanted. Imagining him with a woman made him seem even hotter to Nick. At the same time, the fact that Tom wanted to score with a woman reinforced the fact that there was something Nick couldn't give him.


Nick's phone buzzed. It was Tom, asking if he could come over.

Nick glanced at his hard cock, which throbbed at the first mention of Tom's name, but then remembered that he hadn't been invited to the party. He was beginning to feel like he was nothing more than a reliable booty call. Initially, he felt like this would develop into a friendship, or maybe something more, but over the past few weeks, he'd felt more and more like he was in Tom's life for only one reason. He knew that Tom had warned him about this - warned him that there would never be anything more - but that didn't mean he had to like it.

He texted back. "Kind of tired, maybe tomorrow."

Tom replied immediately. "Just want to talk to someone. You don't have to . . ."

Nick sighed and then gave in. "Ok, just to talk."

10 minutes later he met Tom behind his parents house and snuck him up the stairs. When he saw Tom stumbled, he frowned. "Are you drunk?"

"A little."

"You shouldn’t' have driven. I could have picked you up."

Tom shrugged his shoulders. "I'm in some kind of funk, man. I was all ready to go out and pick up some chick, any chick, man, and fuck her brains out. Just to do it, you know, there's no greater feeling than getting someone to come home with you. Total validation. And I had this brunette, a 10, Nick, up against a wall, feeling me up, and I couldn't close it. I don't know what's wrong with me."

"You couldn't get it up? That happens." Nick said as if he'd experienced it before, though he never had. Lately he was hard nearly all the time.

"I didn't want to get it up."

"So you came here."

Tom sighed. "I can't talk about this stuff with my friends - my other friends - Nick." he sat down on the edge of Nick's bed. "Can we just watch TV or something?"

"Yeah."

Nick sat down on the bed next to Tom, their legs stretched out in front of them. Tom's were long and thick, dusted with light hair. Nick's were shorter, maybe a little stockier, and a lot hairier. Tom moved one leg next to Nick's and laughed, "You’re like a fucking gorilla."

"I'm an animal" Nick growled, almost embarrassed as soon as he did.

Tom grabbed his thigh. "You would be if you weren't so self-conscious."

They flipped through the channels and settled on a baseball game replay. Nick sat on one side of the bed while Tom sat on the other. He breathed heavily, unsure whether he should make a move. Thus far, he'd blown Tom in cars, parks, kitchens, and places like that, but he'd never just sat with him like this, alone. He'd never been with any guy like this, and he didn't know how to handle it. While he told himself that Tom was just a friend, he wanted much more.

Tom relaxed into the bed and watched the game, happy that he didn't have to talk or impress anyone. He felt like he could allow Nick to see him this way because he knew Nick's big secret. It assured him that he could trust Nick with almost anything. He didn't have to put on a front or act around the guy.

"Thanks for letting me come over." Tom said. He put his hand around Nick's shoulder and then pulled him into his body. He wanted the contact.

Nick's body was tense, but he relaxed quickly. They lay next to each other for a half an hour without saying anything. Nick did his best to cuddle without pushing Tom past where he wanted to be. He didn't want to make him feel awkward. They had already crossed a line that hadn't been crossed before. Since the time that Tom had kissed him, physical contact had been pretty limited.

Tom's mind was still spinning. Despite the fact that his body was relaxed, he couldn’t' help but reexamine the way the night had played out. He'd gone into it with so much intention, and maybe it was the pressure which made him unable to perform. He'd wanted to fuck. Plain and simple. That was what he'd wanted. Tight pussy. Nick's blow-jobs, though he was getting really good at giving them, didn't quite cut it. Yet for some reason he hadn't gotten what he wanted even when it was right in front of him. It didn't make sense.

He sighed loudly. "I just wanted to fuck tonight."

"You struck out." Nick said, "Don't stress about it."

"This sort of thing doesn't happen to me." Tom growled. He jumped off the bed. Nick noticed the hard lump in the front of his pants. Apparently thinking about getting laid was waking up the beast. Though he hadn't been into blowing Tom earlier, after an hour of cuddling he would do it in a second. Tom grabbed his cock and moved it to the side of his pants.

"Fuck me, I've got to go." he said, "I'm horny, my head's fucked up, I can't think straight. I just need to sleep or something."

"It's cool." Nick said as he got up to walk Tom downstairs so that he didn't accidentally wake up his parents.

"Man, I just wanted to fuck tonight."

Nick hesitated, then said what he'd been thinking for most of the night. "You could fuck me."

Tom laughed a little. "You wish."

"Yeah, I do." Nick said. Then he grabbed the hard rod that snaked down the side of Tom's leg. "At least let me take care of this for you."

Not able to resist the pull of a blow-job, Tom sat back down on the bed. "Real quick."

Nick started to open the front of his pants, yanking down his jeans and exposing the tent in his boxers. Tom started to hesitate, worried that he was falling into the very routine that he wanted to get out of. "You don't have to . . ." he started.

"I want to." Nick said as he kissed the tip of the bulge in Tom's boxers. "I keep telling you. I want to."

Tom closed his eyes and leaned back as Nick's mouth engulfed his cock. The familiar feelings of Nick’s oral skills, slowly becoming well tuned to Tom's needs, helped him to close down his mind. The last few days, there had been too much going on in there. This is what he needed. A reliable blow-job, a guy that wouldn't judge him, and ten minutes of peace.

When he opened his eyes after a few minutes, Nick had his pants off and was working his own cock. It was the first time Nick had taken this step, the first time he'd ever dared to undress around Tom while they were being sexual. Tom looked down Nick's back toward his bare ass. He'd never stared at another man's ass before and found it oddly appealing. The mix of hard hairiness, and soft roundness hit him on a bunch of different levels.

The lizard part of his brain woke up again. Before it took over, Tom wondered, where were you when a girl had her hand down my pants? His tongue lolled out of his mouth as Nick slobbered all over his cock and the urge hit him: mount it.

Nick pulled off and smiled at Tom. "You ok?"

"Yeah," Tom stammered, "I, uh, was just thinking . . . would you really let me fuck you?"

Nick pulled Tom's cock out of his mouth and thought about it. He wasn't sure if he was ready, especially for a big dick like Tom's. Strangely, he'd thought of the oral sex as just playing around, but fucking would be a new step. It still resonated in his mind with making love and he felt like it would take him and Tom to a different level. Yet, he had a strong desire to punch his v-card and get it out of the way. Once this was done, it would be easier with other guys. It wouldn't be a big deal anymore.

"Yeah." Nick said. "I mean, I'd try. You're kind of big for a first timer."

"I'll go slow." Tom whispered.

"Ok." Nick said as he grabbed the lube he used for beating off from under his bed. He handed it to Tom, "Be gentle, ok?"

Tom flashed him the toothy smile that he was known for, and Nick felt like everything was going to be ok. "I"ve done this before. I'll treat you good. I promise."

Nick got on all fours and presented himself to Tom. It wasn't sexy at all and he felt embarrassed. He'd assumed that this was how Tom would want to do it. What kind of guy wants to look at another guy while he fucks? Tom grabbed his hip and flipped him. He wasn't going to fuck Nick like a dog his very first time.

Tom was transformed as Nick flipped over. This role was familiar to him, and it translated well from woman to man. He knew that Nick was nervous and afraid, and he knew that it was his job to calm him down and make this as enjoyable as he could. He'd done anal before, and greased up his cock with about as much lube as it would take. Then he handed the bottle to Nick, who rubbed some into his asshole. Tom touched him on the side as he leaned between his legs and Nick's body became tense. Trying to relax him, Tom knelt over and kissed him on the shoulder. Despite the look of concern on his face, Nick's dick was hard and leaking a pool of precum onto his abs. He seemed ready.

Tom grabbed his cock and lined it up between Nick's legs, pushing up and down until it slid into the natural impression. He leaned forward a little, putting some pressure on Nick’s hole and then whispered, "Nice and slow."

He knew it wouldn’t work that way, and the head of his cock popped into Nick's body almost all at once. He held it there as Nick ground his teeth and grimaced. Tom rubbed his stomach, "Just relax. Let your body make room and then we'll get to the fun part."

Nick opened his eyes and rolled them. "You promise?” He asked through gritted teeth.

Tom leaned forward, pushing another inch of his shaft into Nick's hot body and kissed Nick on the forehead, "I promise."

It took five minutes to get two thirds of his monster into Nick - he didn't try to go any deeper. Thus far, he'd been so concerned with making sure Nick was ok that he'd practically ignored his own feelings. Now as Nick relaxed and got into it, he started to concentrate on the warmth and tightness that was massaging his thick rod.

"You ready?" Tom asked.

"There's more?" Nick said with a smile.

"Yeah, now we start fucking." Tom pulled half of his cock out of Nick and then pushed back in. Nick groaned, but the feeling of pleasure overwhelmed Tom and he thrust forward again. This time Nick moaned in pleasure.

"Feel's good?"

Nick moaned again, louder, and nodded. Tom grabbed onto his shoulders and started to rhythmically pump in and out of Nick. Each downward thrust was met with a low grumble from Nick, a deep expression of pleasure and pain. It was a new feeling he'd never known before. The deeper Tom got, the more the bed springs squeaked and the louder Nick moaned. Tom himself was grunting now, getting off on the sounds of sex. When the headboard slammed against the wall,  it popped into his head that they were in Nick's house, in the middle of the night, with his parents sleeping.

"Shh . . ." Tom whispered, but Nick didn't quiet down.

In a last ditch effort to silence him, Tom pushed his mouth over Nick's and kissed him hard. Nick raised his head to meet the kiss and then, in a flash, their arms were wrapped around each other. Tom's snaked under Nick's armpits and lifted him up against his own torso. Nick grabbed onto the back of Tom's neck and pulled himself upward. They rocked back and forth, mumbling soft groans into each other's mouths as Tom's cock drove deeper and deeper into Nick's body.

Nick held on to the muscular stud, loving the feelings he was experiencing. Every so often Tom's cock would stab him in a weird way and a flash of pain would shoot through him, but mostly he felt pleasure as Tom slid in and out of him. He removed a hand from Tom's neck and started to yank on his dick.

Tom wasn't sure what he was feeling. Pleasure for sure. Nick's asshole was tight. But his body was different. Harder and thicker. There was a feeling of Nick pushing back, almost like he was fucking an equal. This was a body that would take whatever he could give it. He wouldn't have to be careful with Nick. The roughness of Nick's facial hair against his own face sent a shiver down his spine whenever his lips moved over it. One word kept flashing in his brain - better. This was better than any girl he'd been with. Way, way, better.

He kept pumping into Nick as hard as he possibly could without making too much noise. The deeper he went, the less he cared, and at some point he was aware that if Nick’s parents did wake up, there would be no question about what was going on in the bedroom. Each thrust magnified the pleasure surrounding his dick and each time he thought the same thing, "Better." So much better than anything he'd ever felt. So much better to feel Nick's strong body against his and to feel his hands grabbing onto his neck. Better.

"I'm gonna cum, Nick." Tom groaned.

"Inside me." Nick whispered back. "Inside me."

Tom locked his lips over Nick’s and pushed his tongue into his mouth. At the same time he drove his dick inside and started to hump Nick quickly with short thrusts. The bed creaked under him and Nick's hand was between their bodies, pulling on his dick. He could hear the fapping noises as Nick's dick slapped against his stomach. He pulled his mouth off of Nick’s, licked his way around the edge of his jaw, and then bit into his neck, sucking down hard on the skin.

Deep inside of Nick's body, his dick exploded. His balls drew up against his cock and he started to unload one of the most epic loads of his life. Each thrust, each contraction of his muscles, dumped another glob of cum into Nick. He could feel it bubbling up around the shaft of his dick, the hot, slick wetness leaking out of Nick's ass.

Nick felt Tom's dick swell inside of him and would swear that he felt the hot rope of cum shoot into his body. Then his own cock erupted. His cum splattered across Tom's chest. He groaned loudly and his mouth hung open. Tom locked his lips over Nick's and made out with him, fully in the thrall of his orgasm. Their tongues wrestled as the flood of cum spread between them. When it was all over, Tom collapsed into Nick and pushed his head into the pillow.

"Oh my god dude." Tom groaned.

Nick kissed his shoulder. He wanted to thank Tom, but knew that it would sound corny. "That was amazing." he said. His first time, and it was with the most popular man in the school. No one could ever take that from him.

Tom rolled onto his back. His stomach was shiny with cum and his huge dick, now half hard, lay across his muscular thigh. Nick felt cum ooze out of his asshole onto his sheets. Tom laughed. "Nick, that was . . ."

Nick was still breathing hard, he grabbed Tom's cock and pulled on it a little. Tom yanked his sensitive dick away.

"That was . . ." Tom groaned. In his head he was thinking that it was the best sex of his life. He was glad he didn't actually say it.

Nick snuggled up against him, forgetting the fact that Tom was his friend and not his boyfriend, mostly straight and not gay. A popular guy with a lot to lose. Tom held Nick against him for a minute as his breathing calmed down, then he sat up on the bed. "I gotta go."

Nick snapped out of his love fest and realized that he needed to get Tom out of the house. He didn't want to have to explain Tom's presence when his parents woke up in the morning. He walked with Tom down the stairs and let him out of the front door. Tom smiled at him and said, "Thanks,"

"Thanks to you." Nick said back, "That was one hell of a first time."

"I meant for the talking." Tom said, "The sex, well, that was amazing. Thanks for that too."

Tom pulled the door closed, and Nick walked back upstairs. Tom's boxers were still on his floor. He picked them up, took a quick sniff, and then carefully folded them, before tucking them into his pillow and going to sleep.

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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.

Becoming a Rugby Bitch, Part 10

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Last time: Adam Bates walked in on Ryder sucking the cock of another teammate. Bates joined in, and eventually decided he was going to fuck Ryder's ass, despite being told not to. Just before he could get his cock into Ryder's tight hole, Coach Perry walked in and put an end to the encounter.

Perry dragged Bates toward his office. Cords of thick muscle in the jock's neck contracted as Perry pulled him through the door. Perry's dick was already hard in anticipation. Adam Bates had crossed the line, and he was going to pay for it in the worst way possible. Perry was going to show him who the top-dog in the locker-room really was.

"You were going to fuck my boy." Perry snarled. Bates had pulled himself off the floor and was standing in front of his coach naked.

Becoming a Rugby Bitch, Chapter 4a

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Adam Bates was nearly overcome with excitement as he walked into Josh Ryder's dorm. For the past few days, the coach had been keeping the boy to himself. No doubt seeding his ass with more cum than Bates could imagine. As promised, Coach Perry had finally turned Ryder over to Bates for some fun with the one condition that the boy's ass was off limits. Bates didn't mind. Girls had assholes too, and they were usually just as tight, but it was rare that to find a girl who would gag on his cock and suck his nuts like a submissive fag would. Ryder's mouth was all he needed.

As he walked through the halls, Bates' dick stiffened up a little. Desire, lust, and aggression flowed through his veins. It was a different feeling. Bates had absolutely no sexual feeling for most of the fags who served them. His relationship with them was more like a business transaction. With Ryder, things were different, because Ryder was a jock like him. He wasn't a worthless fag to be pitied, but a man that needed to be taken down and made to submit. When Bates was with Ryder, he felt like he was a warrior on the battlefield – conquering and fucking.

Becoming a Rugby Bitch, Part 3

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In the days following his encounters with Coach Perry, Josh Ryder experienced a kind of identity crisis. He looked straight, acted straight, and even felt straight, but every time his mind wandered it always wandered back to the Coach's body, especially his big cock. And it wasn't just the coach and Adam Bates who turned him on anymore. Ryder found himself checking out guys everywhere he went. Eating lunch in the union he would sneak glances at the lumps between guys' legs and wonder what they looked like, tasted like, and smelt like down there.

In an effort to get himself back on track, he scoured the dorm on Friday night for the hottest chick he could find. He had a hot body, and it didn't take him long to find a girl willing to come back to his room. They made out, and he undressed her. His hands wandered between her legs but he couldn't get hard. The girl started to notice, and Ryder directed his mind to the only thing that turned him on lately - dick. He eventually fucked the chick, but he thought about cock the whole time.

For five nights he played this game. Picking up a chick on campus, taking her home, and then trying to fuck her. Each time he failed until he imagined himself with Bates and the coach back in the locker room. Then everything started to work again.

Pucked, Part 12

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Pucked, Part 11

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

Big Bro's Girlfriend, Part 8

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Basketball Jock and Prof, Part 12

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Big Bro's Girlfriend, Part 2

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

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

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

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Basketball Jock and Prof, Chapter 8

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You hungry for more?" he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mike nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Did you like it?" I asked.

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

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

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

"We should hit the shower," I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You want some breakfast?" Mike asked.

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

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

"I'm game." I told him.

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

Christmas Presents from Nick
Cosmic Charlie

"Hey, Nick." I said as I stood in the doorway. Nick looked like I had woken him up or, more likely, I had woken up his parents' dog and the dog had woken him up. "I told your Dad I'd bring his drill back before he came home on his lunch break. When'd you get home?"

"Uh . . . yesterday. Sorry, man, come in. Its so fucking cold outside." I walked into his parents' living room. I had bought the house next door seven years ago when I was 22. I'm only ten years older than Nick, so while he was growing up I was sort of the cool young uncle or older cousin next door. His dad travelled for work a lot back then, so I would take him to college basketball games and things like that. I'm sort of embarrassed to admit it, but for the last few years he was one of my best friends. When he was younger, there was nothing sexual or unsavory about it, but the man who stood before me now was quite a stud.

He came back into the living room with a cup of coffee for me. He was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a darker gray v-neck sweatshirt. His short brown hair was messed up from sleeping. Even though his clothes were loose, I could see that he had gained a lot of muscle mass since he left for college.

Nick shivered. "I'm not used to the cold since I moved to SoCal. Its been fun though. I've met a lot of cool people." He paused and then suddenly remembered that he hadn't emailed me since he left. "I miss a lot of cool people too. Sorry, I didn't email you."

"Hey, its ok. I didn't email you either." Nick had moved to Southern California for college on a baseball scholarship. We'd lost touch after that. For the next twenty minutes we talked about how great college life was for Nick. It reminded me of when I was nineteen, when the whole world was in my hands and I had no mortgage or bills to worry about.  As Nick talked about classes and football games and everything else, I was enjoying living vicariously through his memories.

"Hey, Sean." Nick said after the conversation had died down, "You got any weed?"

"Of course. You wanna come over later?"

"Yeah, the Syracuse game comes on at six. Can I come over to watch it?"

"See ya then." I said and then walked back over to my place.

* * * * *

I spent the next few hours doing work in my home office. I was midlevel management at a titling company I had worked for since high-school. I'd recently been allowed to work from home two days a week, which helped to cut down on the tedious monotony of my boring but lucrative job. My one saving grace was the local gym. I worked out obsessively to keep my body fit and toned. While I didn't want have huge amounts of muscle - I wasn't going for the muscle man look -  my body fat was low. I was toned and strong and my body showed it.

After work I hit the gym and then the grocery store to get a six pack of beer and some food for the game. Nick wasn't legal, but no one would ever know if as long as he didn't blab about it. I wasn't sure his parents would care if I gave him a beer or two anyway. I got home and stuck the beer in the mini-fridge that I kept in my basement TV room. I jumped in the shower to clean up and then waited around for Nick.

Nick came over promptly at six and made a beeline to the TV in the basement. "You want a beer?" I asked.

"You serious?"

"Yeah, don't tell your dad. The pot is upstairs, by the way. There should be enough to keep you mellow during the two weeks with your parents."

"Thanks." he said. Then he laughed out loud. "I'm all surprised that you're giving me a beer, when you've been supplying me with illegal drugs since I was sixteen."

"You're not turning into a pothead are you?" I asked during the commercial after the opening tip-off.

"Nah, I hardly ever smoke anymore. I can't with baseball and everything."

"Baseball practice is really doing wonders for your body Nick." I said. Was I crossing the line saying this? Am I allowed to compliment his body? I didn't want to make Nick feel uncomfortable.

"I know," He said with a big fucking grin on his face. He took a swig of his beer then said, "You're looking good too. I hope to fuck I have a body like yours when I turn thirty."

"Fuck you, I'm not thirty yet." I said and tossed a box of kleenex at him.

"Close enough." he said, "So, how are things here? Been doing a lot of heavy drilling?"

Nick figured out that I'm gay when he was in high school by observing the company that I brought home on the weekends.  It never seemed to bother him at all, and it didn't really change his relationship with me.

I laughed at his double entendre and said, "Some. Not as much as I used to, I'm slowing down a little. What about you, you keeping those legendary California girls happy?"

"One or two," Nick said and took another big swig of his beer. "Actually . . ." he hesitated, "I've been fucking around a lot with guys since I got to college."

"No shit?!" I said. I was stunned. I didn't really know what to say. I just sort of looked at him and my mind went blank. I wanted to say the right thing. If I was the first person Nick came out to, I wanted to say the right thing.

"I'm not sure that I'm gay," he added. "I don't know if I want to date guys, but I'm pretty into having sex with them."

"Well, you've got a lot of time to figure it out. Keep having fun and everything else will make sense eventually."

"Its funny, Sean. When I was in high school I used to tell you about my dates and you'd tell me about yours. You made me feel like such a man when you did that. Since I moved to SoCal, every time I banged a guy, I would think, 'Man, Sean would love to hear about this.'"

My dick was stirring in my shorts. "Yeah, like what?"

"Dude, like, I drive to West Hollywood and go to a club. All these dudes are swarming around me because I'm young and new and everything." He was talking real fast now. "I  always get my pick of the crowd. When I tell them that I play college baseball, they go stupid for me. This one guy took me back to his place and told me that all he wanted to do was hump my leg while I jerked off on his face."

"Did you do it."

"Of course, I wanted to get off. He never even took his dick out of his boxers. He just crushed it into my calves and humped me like a fucking dog. He ate all my cum and then wanted to leave. It was kind of hot, I guess."

"It sounds hot to me. No regular guys though?" My cock was rock hard in my pants. I kept shifting around in my chair, hoping he would tell me more.

"No regulars. Its hard. I need to keep up my reputation." He needs his teammates to think he's straight, I thought.

There was a long pause as Nick finished his beer. "Sean, I didn't come over here for weed or to watch Syracuse school Bucknell. I came over here to fuck. I've been dreaming about you since I sucked my first dick in September. You wanna screw around?"

"Uh . . ." I looked at him sitting there. Nineteen, built like a brick shit house, beer bottle in hand, rubbing his package through his jeans. I would never get this chance again, "Yeah. Yeah, I want to."

There was another long pause. We looked at each other for a moment then both turned away. We were good friends, and I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to take advantage of his trust. He had to make the first move. "I'm not sure how we're supposed to start."

He reached over and grabbed my crotch. "Lets start here. You've got a nice dick don't you." He kneaded my dick through my pants. I groaned and started to push my crotch into his hand. I grabbed his hand and massaged it while he massaged my pole. His hand was strong and muscular. Then I reached over to grab at his meat. but instead of a growing cock, my hand found something solid and hard in his jeans. I looked at him with a sort of stupid look on my face. This was a new twist to me, and I didn't know what was going on.

"Hang on." Nick said. He got up and pulled off his shirt. Then he dropped his pants. He stood in front of me wearing white athletics socks and a jockstrap with a cup. My jaw fell open. He grinned and did his best to strike a sexy pose. "I dug around a little on your computer while I was watching your dog last summer. You're into stuff like this, aren't you?"

"Oh yeah!" I exclaimed.

"I've been wearing this jock during practice since September just for you. Merry Christmas." I slid out of my chair and started to walk on my knees toward him. "Come and get it, Sean," he called.

I pushed my face into his crotch. My nose crushed against the hard plastic of the cup as I stuck out my tongue to lick the material stretched over it. The jock tasted salty. I inhaled deeply through my nose. I could smell sweat, body odor - Nick's manly, masculine smell. I kept licking and smelling the cup and jock, moving my face around the mound that sat in Nick's crotch. As I did, Nick worked his hands through my hair, massaging my scalp and neck.

I moved to the side of the cup where it met his leg. I could smell his clean skin and his dirty, sexy crotch all at once. I stuck out my tongue and pushed it under the side of the cup, trying to get a taste of his balls. Nick pulled back, "Not yet," he said.

He used his hands to pull me onto my feet and started to take my clothes off. He started with my shirt and then unzipped my pants. I kicked off my shoes and he pulled my pants off. He paused and looked at my boxer-briefs. "You're a leaker, huh?" he commented as he fondled the wet spot on my underwear.

"Not usually." I said. It was a lie of omission. I had never produced precum before in my life. Nick had me hotter than I'd ever been before.

He slipped off my underwear and grabbed my dick. His hand was hot and strong. He slowly jerked me. Milking the precum out of my dick. He scooped it up and brought it to his mouth.

He tasted it for a few seconds than leaned forward and kissed me. His arms wrapped around me as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. He gave me a real hug, bringing my whole body into his and squeezing me while we kissed. His mouth still tasted a little salty from the precum. He leaned into me and I fell backward onto the couch.

As my body fell into the couch, Nick placed his hands on my chest and started to rub my pecs. He kissed my nipples and sucked on them, moaning and cooing softly as he did. I could feel the hard plastic of his protective cup rubbing against my leg. I looked downward at his muscular ass, which was neatly divided into triangles by the straps from his jock. I imagined all the things I would do with that ass while Nick tongue washed my abs.

I was dreaming about eating out Nick's ass when he took my cock into his mouth. His mouth was warm and wet, and his tongue circled around my cock head.

"Oh fuck," I groaned. Nick was holding my hands as he sucked my dick, slowly squeezing them. He looked up at me, his brown eyes shining, and asked me if I liked it, if he was doing a good job. He was trying to please me, to make me proud of him.

"You're doing amazing Nick. This is amazing." I looked into his eyes and could see at the same time the kid that was living next door when I first moved in and the smoldering hot man he had become. I used to fantasize about what his dad must have looked like when he was younger, and I now realized that the stud before me was the object of that fantasy:  a younger, stronger, sexier version of his old man.

Nick was moving his face up and down my shaft. I removed my hands from his grasp and put them on his head, pushing his face lower.  "Lick my balls Nick," He went for them, rolling my eggs around with his tongue. Shivers shot through my body as he sucked on my sac. After a minute or two of that, he moved back to my cock. I could have used more work on the balls, but if the boy was cock hungry, I was more than happy to let him worship my cock. He sucked and licked me with a renewed vigor. I could feel myself getting close to cumming. I leaned forward and gripped him under his arms, pulling him up to his feet.

"Sit on my face. I want to eat your ass."

Nick crawled up on to the couch and squatted, bringing his muscled ass down onto my face. His cock and balls were still contained by his cup and his asshole was framed by the straps from his jock. Just before his ass met my mouth I saw his tight rosebud winking at me. I then stuck out my tongue and licked from the pouch of his jock, up over his asshole, all the way to the top of his ass. The sweaty residue of the day filled my nostrils and mouth. I moved back down to his hole and rimmed him with all the energy I could muster.

Nick pulled the cup out of his jock and threw it on the couch next to me, giving him free access to his cock. His groans, normally low and husky, were getting higher as I licked his boy pussy. "I fucking love this, Sean. Eat my cunt." He pushed down against me, burying my face deeper in his crack. My whole world at this point was his ass on my face. It was all I could see, feel, smell, and taste. "Shove your tongue in there, man." I darted my tongue inside his hole. "Oh yes, fuck my cunt with your tongue."

I continued to eat his ass and smell his sweat. I pistoned my tongue in and out of his asshole, pausing every so often to take care of his ass lips and the surrounding skin. Nick continued to grind his ass into my face. Suddenly he stood up and turned around. His nine-inch cock jutted out from his groin, bouncing up and down with his heartbeat. He sat down in my lap. My cock slipped into his wet ass crack. His cock stood straight up in front of him, only inches from my mouth. Only a nineteen year old can get hard like that, I thought. He grabbed my hand and brought it back to his asshole. "Play with my hole, Sean."

I started to toy with his muscle-cunt, moving my finger around it and occasionally threatening to push in. Nick grabbed the discarded nut-cup and put it over my face. My eyes went wide and I breathed in through my nose. The smell of sweat, piss, precum, and Nick filled my nose. "There's three months of ball sweat in there. This piece of plastic was stuck against my dick and balls for hours each day, just for you."

My tongue shot out and I started to lick at the plastic while continuing to breath deeply through my nose. I was completely out of control, lapping at the cup like a dog. This was heaven. Screw general anesthesia, a few hits of this kids dick sweat and you could pull out both my kidneys without me noticing.

Nick leaned in and moved his mouth to my ear. His tongue shot out and licked my earlobe. "I did this for you," he whispered into my ear. "I wanted to make you happy. Are you happy? Do you love my Christmas present?" I nodded and took a deep breath. I closed my eyes and groaned loudly.

"This isn't the real present. I have another present for you Sean, something else I've been saving for three months." he whispered, "I've never been fucked. I want you to be the first one to fuck me. I love you man, I want it to be you."

Was this for real? Jesus, he had planned this whole thing. Coming over for the game wearing the cup. It was all a set up, and it was the best gift I've ever been given.

He pulled the cup away from my face and looked into my eyes. "You wanna do it? You wanna pop my cherry?"

"Yes," I hissed, then hesitated, "If you're ready Nick, I don't want to do this if you're not ready."

"I'm ready, are you?" He rubbed his ass against my dick.

"If I fuck you now I'm going to shot my load in seconds. I need a break."

Nick slid his ass down my legs and pulled my cock up against his. He hawked a huge wad of spit into his hand then wrapped it around both of our dicks. The pressure of his grip drove his dick into mine. His cock was rock solid and felt hot against my dick- the glories of youth. Instead of stroking us, he started to fuck his cock into his hand and against my dick. His precum was drooling onto the head of my dick and down onto my stomach as his dick slid up and down my shaft.

"I'm gonna cum all over your chest, Sean." he said, just before throwing his head back and groaning loudly. His body convulsed as he came. His load shot all the way up to my face and fell across my nose and lips. I stuck my tongue out and took in some of his cum. As the salty flavor of his baby-batter hit my taste buds, my own orgasm took over. I bucked my hips up and down as I started to shoot my own load. Nick was still shooting, and our cum intermingled on my chest and stomach.

After his orgasm subsided, Nick slid off my body and crawled between my legs. He started to lick up the cum from my stomach. He chased the cum around with his tongue through the short dark hair that covered my abs. I closed my eyes and my body completely relaxed. Nick kept lapping up the cum and eating it. He crawled up my body, eating the cum off of my chest and then my face. His tongue moved over my lips and then my nose searching for the last drops. When he finished he rolled onto the couch next to me and sighed loudly.

"Fuck man, you're a good lay."

"Better than the young studs in SoCal?"

"Way better. Its better when you love the person."

"I love you too Nick."

There was no need for either of us to explain what we meant. Our love was not romantic, but brotherly and erotic. Nick had routinely told me "I love you, man." in a casual and half-joking way, usually jabbing me in the ribs when he did, since he was sixteen. This was the first time I had ever said it back.

"Half time, stud." he called out, "Let's get some food and check in on the game."

* * * * *

We ran upstairs and got some food. I was still naked and Nick was still in his jock. Thank god the blinds are closed. "Your parents aren't going to come looking for you, are they?"

"I told them I was watching the game with you." he replied. We went back downstairs and watched the game while we ate. Nick had the mistaken view that Syracuse would win the whole tournament this year. I told him that it was too early to tell. Nick has always loved to call the entire season sometimes before it even started. It was a trait he got from his dad.

Our back and forth continued with some talk about his baseball team and whether he was getting along with the other players. Baseball has been Nick's whole life for as long as I've known him. He said that he was settling in with the new team, but some of the older guys were giving him shit.

"You're the bottom of the pole now. You were a star in high school, but you're going to need to re-earn that respect. It'll get better when they see you play in the spring." I told him in my best big brother voice.

He nodded back, then said, "Speaking of bottoms and poles. You ready to fuck me?"

"You're sure you want to do this?" I asked.

Nick slipped on to the floor and started to mockingly kiss my feet. "Please fuck me! Please fuck me!" He rolled onto his back laughing. "You're the one who's taking my virgin ass, Sean. You can either do me willingly or I'll tie you down and take advantage of you."

"Yeah right," I laughed, "You might be a big baseball stud now, but you couldn't pin me."

Nick jumped off of the floor and on top of me in a flash. He held my arms against the couch trying to pin me down. I arched my back and threw him onto the floor. I jumped down onto his body and tried to pin him down. As I grabbed his arms and pushed down, he pushed back. Fuck, I thought, he's a lot stronger than me. He wrapped his legs around my thighs and flipped me over onto my back. Again he pinned my hands over my head. He moved in and kissed me while rubbing his hard, jockstrap covered dick into my crotch.

"Who's the stud, now?" He was vulnerable. I could have broken his hold if had wanted to, but I didn't want to.

"You're the stud, Nick."

He pushed his cock into my crotch again. My dick was hard. "Looks like you're ready."

"Sit on the couch." I said, "I want to suck your dick first."

Nick sat on the couch and spread his legs wide. His dick was poking out of the top of his jock strap and his balls were still hidden away. He had the strong muscular legs of an all-star base runner. His upper body showed signs of life in the southern California sun. His whole body, save his pits and his pubes was smooth. His tanned six pack rippled and his chest rose and fell with each breath. "You likey?"

"You've grown up." I said, "Hang on a second." I ran upstairs to grab something then came back down. "You're totally hot, Nick, but this will make you hotter." I pulled a baseball cap out from behind my back and stuck it on his head. The ball cap completed the look.

"You look like a porn star." I said.

He laughed, "Then lets make some porn."

I crawled between his legs and shoved my face into his package. I mouthed his jock strap and chewed on his junk through the fabric. I pulled the jock to the side and let his balls fall out. His sack was shaved smooth and the skin was velvety. I sucked his balls into my mouth and rolled them around with my tongue. Nick groaned loudly. After working his balls, I moved to the base of his cock. While my tongue licked him I nuzzled my nose into his bush, smelling his scent and burying my nose in his pubes. Nick was slowly and gently humping the air in front of him, pushing his body into my mouth and face as he did. I looked up at his face. As he had slid down the couch the ball cap had pushed down low over his brow. His eyes were closed and there was a grin on his lips. When he opened his eyes, we connected and I could see in his eyes the erotic passion he was feeling.

I took my mouth off of his cock and walked over to the end table where I kept a bottle of lube. As I walked back Nick chuckled and asked, "Is that your secret jerk off stash?"

"You're not the first guy I fucked on this couch." I said and rubbed his chest with my hand. "You're the first virgin, though. You're my first first."

"I'm ready," he said.

I grinned at his inexperience. "We'll get you good and ready. I want you to enjoy this." I dove down on his dick and he groaned again. After a minute or two of sucking, I pulled off and said, "I want you to enjoy it a lot."

I opened the tube of lube and put some on my finger and Nick's ass. I put my mouth back on his dick and started to suck him while I rubbed the lube into his asshole. Slowly I eased a finger in. I looked up at Nick's face and he seemed ok. His dick still in my mouth I started in with a second finger. This time he winced a little. I worked the two fingers in and out of his ass slowly, letting him get used to the new feeling. When I felt him relax, I began to push in my third finger, toying with his ass lips as I went. Nick took a deep breath and as he exhaled, I thrust the finger in. Slowly and gently I fucked him with my fingers. With my other hand I rubbed his hard abs. I wanted him to overload him with sensory information. I wanted him to remember his first time forever and compare every other fuck to this one.

I pulled my fingers out of him and put some more lube on them. Then, one at a time I eased them back into him. This time, he gasped in pleasure. I twisted my fingers around, easing them in and out. Nick was moaning in pleasure now. He was ready for his first dick.

I stood up and squeezed the lube onto my seven inch cock. I was harder than I'd been in a long time. Nick reached out and started to rub the lube into my dick. Then he took his lube covered hand and worked his own cock a little. "I'm so glad its you, Sean." he said.

"Tell me if its too much. I don't want to hurt you." I pushed my cock head against his man hole. I bore down and the head of my dick slipped into his well lubed cunt. Nick gasped as my dick moved past his sphincter and into his ass. I held it there for about thirty seconds, then moved another two inches in. I started to gently pull out and then slowly push back in, letting the lube coat his ass walls as I went. This time, I went about an inch deeper. I repeated the maneuver. Nicks face betrayed the alternating waves of pleasure and pain he was experiencing. Occasional discomfort would make him wince, then a wave of pleasure would wash over his face. Finally, after a few minutes of slow work, I was all the way in him.

I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his body, returning the hug he had given me earlier. I kissed him on the mouth as my hands moved over his muscular back. His breathing, at first short and staccato, had slowed into a deep, sexy rhythm.

"You ok?"

"God, I can feel you inside of me Sean. I can feel your whole dick inside of me. This feels awesome." I clamped down on my ass muscles and my dick jerked inside of Nick. He felt the movement and, inadvertently, returned the favor by clamping down on my dick.

I started to pull out slowly until only the top inch of my cock remained inside him. I rubbed his stomach again.

"Ohhhh," Nick groaned as I moved out of him. Then he said, "I feel totally empty, put it back in me."

I drove back into him, burying my dick all the way to the base. This time, I didn't stop and started to move back out. The fucking had started. I kept my movements slow, but continued to pull all the way out and then drive all the way back in.

Nick's cock, which had lost most of its hardness during the initial entry, was now rock hard again. "Your ass is so tight, Nick. It feels so good on my cock."

"This is awesome Sean. I love the way you feel in me. Take my cherry. Fuck my jock pussy." He said sternly.

I quickened my pace and shortened my strokes. After a few seconds, Nick was moaning loudly. He kept saying, "Fuck." with different intonations as the never ending pleasures and pains of being screwed in the ass hit him. It was, indeed, a multi-purpose word.

I continued to speed up. Nick's ass was tight on my dick and his ass muscles would occasionally clamp down on me. The pure, unadulterated sexiness of the whole situation had me close to cumming. I sped up again. Nick was into the fuck by now. Whatever pain he was feeling only served to augment the pleasure. I moved back in to kiss him. As I did, his strong legs curled around my ass and pulled me into him. Our arms entwined. Both of our bodies were slick with sweat and we moved easily against each other. I fucked him hard as we continued to make out.

"I'm so close," I groaned into Nick's ear. His hands had snaked under my arm pits and were massaging my back and the base of my neck.

"Shoot your cum inside of me. Give it to me Sean." Nick panted back.

I held him close and pulled my dick almost all the way out again. "I'm cumming" I said and slammed back into him. My orgasm washed over my body. I squeezed Nick close, hugging him as my cum spurted into his virgin ass. Nick rubbed my back and kissed my shoulders as I came. I collapsed completely into him.

As I came back to my senses, I could feel his hard cock against my abs. I slowly pulled my softening cock out of his deflowered jock pussy and broke free of our hugging embrace. I slid down his body, now covered with sweat and took his cock into my mouth. Within moments his cock started pulsing. Nick stood up and shoved his dick deep into my throat. He deposited his first shot of cum straight into my gut. I pulled off of him so that just the head was in my mouth. I wanted to taste his cum in my mouth.

Six more copious spurts shot into my mouth. I held it all there, savoring the flavor. After I had fully savored his taste, I swallowed the cum. I fell backwards onto my back. "God, Nick. That was amazing."

"I don't know what fucking is usually like, but you blew my mind."

"Thanks for this, Nick."

"I'm so glad it was you," he said again for the third or forth time.

We watched the rest of the game together in the nude. Every so often, one of us would reach over and tweak a nipple or sneak a quick cock pull. When the game ended, Nick stood up. He walked over to the corner of my living room and picked up the discarded jock and cup, tossing them to me. "Those are yours by the way. Don't do anything too pervy with it."

"Like wear it for three months to seduce a neighbor?" I asked.

Nick blushed, "I've got to get going, my parents are going to wonder what we're up to. I'll see you around?" He asked as he pulled on his jeans and t-shirt.

"You know where to find me."

"See ya then." He ran up the stairs and I heard the door close behind him. I sat down on the couch, burning into my memory everything that had happened.