End of Baseball Season

[hardrod]

Damn, was I one horny jock! For the last couple of months, during the

season, Coach had told us to stay celibate. Said getting our rocks off

would drain our energy and hurt our performance. So for the past two

months, nothing for this twenty year old athlete: no pussy, no blowjobs, no

assfucking, no men, no women, no jerking off either. True, my hormones

wouldn't quiet abide and I had a number of mornings when I'd wake up lying

in sheet soaked full of jizz from dreams I couldn't remember. But I did as

Coach instructed. Maybe it was psychological, but my performance on the

field was better. We even ended the season with a number of wins, including

the last game.

 

It felt good, real good, to be closing out the season with a win, but what

I was really looking forward to was a good lay. The other fellows on the

team were the same way - any other time we would have just whipped out our

cocks in the shower for a nice, slow circle jerk, but after putting it off

so long, our natural response was oddly enough to wait, to put off shooting

our stored up loads when we had a hot chick riding our cocks.

 

I knew my plan of action. I was going to the biggest and most-packed meat

market among the bars near campus, the one that had the biggest reputation

for easy and horny women looking for jock dick. So I showered up to get

ready, and afterward paused in front of the mirror to take a look at

myself. My dick throbbed in utter horniness. I don't know when I'd seen it

so long and thick and erect. I don't have a really long cock, but it's

pretty thick, and gets the job done.

 

As I toweled off I couldn't help but remark how in shape my body was. I

hadn't really taken a look all season, but my workout schedule and playing

had combined to tone and build both my upper and lower body, and I had shed

some of the extra pounds that had accumulated around my waist off

season. Fuck, I looked hot, and I was proud. Big, meaty pecs, biceps that

balled into cords of powerful muscle, my abs not perfectly ripped but

definitely rockhard. And a nice, high and round butt and a set of thick,

muscular quads.

 

I pulled on a snug ringer T shirt that clinged to my muscles and stretched

tight across my meaty lats. I didn't bother with underwear, I wanted my

dick riding loose and free, so I just slipped on a pair of shorts. I put on

some running shoes and a baseball cap and I was ready: a hardbodied horny

jock on the prowl for cunt.

 

The place was packed with hot women and truth be told with some pretty hot

guys, too. Unfortunately, two months is a long time, and I found I'd lost

my touch hitting on women. I sat at the bar and tried to strike up

conversation with each pretty sorority girl that came up. Some laughed

gracefully at my advances then fled as soon as they got their drink. Most

snubbed me by turning the other way or walking over to a different part of

the bar. I was feeling less and less like a jock stud and more and more

like a loser. Particularly since another guy at the bar kept smirking and

laughing whenever I'd get shot down.

 

Finally, this guy leans over to me and says, "Sorry, bud, I don't mean to

laugh at your expense. It's just that I've been having the same kind of

luck tonight."

 

I looked up at him. Blue eyes and a boy-next-door smile with perfect white

teeth greeted me. His face was pure jock masculinity, including the short

blonde hair and the square jaw line. This fucker was big - at least 6'4",

which was a good three inches on me, and really muscular. He wore a gray

practice T-shirt with the football team's name in pale maroon letters on

the right chest. His jeans were filled with big, muscular legs and an ass

to die for. I couldn't believe this hunk was having any troubles chatting

up the women.

 

"Really?" I said.

 

"Yeah. Some nights are like that. The cunts just aren't horny as usual."

 

"Maybe," I added, "but I'm sure horny. Haven't had a lay in months." I told

him about Coach's no-sex policy. He laughed and said his coach had similar

notions, none of which he paid attention to.

 

"Damn, my dick has a mind of its own. Couldn't keep it out of trouble if I

wanted to."

 

"Do you want to?" I asked.

 

"Hell no," he laughed and clicked our beer bottles together before drinking

the last of his. "Let me get you another beer," he said. He motioned to the

bartender who apparently was a friend of his. Two beers were coming our way

in short order.

 

"Name's Cliff," he said as he gave me mine.

 

"John," I replied. "You on the football team?" I asked, nodding to his

practice shirt.

 

"Yep. Second-string quarterback. Didn't seen too much play this season

though."

 

Conversation came easily and I felt at ease around Cliff. At one point our

eyes locked and I recognized the look. It was not one of male

camaraderie. It was a "I want to fuck you tonight" look. I'd been with

enough guys to recognize it.

 

"Can I ask you a question?" he said.

 

"What, bud?"

 

"Is it true that all the guys on the baseball team have the hots for us

football guys?"

 

"You wish" I replied by instinct. This was the kind of banter I had all the

time with my drinking buddies, whether supposedly 100% straight or the real

thing.

 

"Hell, a couple of guys on the team have gone to every home baseball game

this season. I've gone with them a few times."

 

"No shit?" I said. The baseball team at my school never drew much of a

crowd, unlike the football games. So frankly I was surprised to hear from

anyone who'd actually attended one of our games, much less a football

jock. See, football is practically a religion on campus, and its players

have a reputation for inflated egos.

 

"Yeah, you guys are really good this year. And I'm not just saying that. I

used to play baseball in high school, so I know good playing when I see

it. "

 

"Thanks man," I say.

 

"Plus..." and he paused and lowered his voice so only I could hear. "I

think some of the baseball jocks are the hottest guys around."

 

By now he was leaning his perfect bod close against mine, his tongue

practically in my ear as his big quarterback hand reached down to squeeze

the hardening cock trapped in my shorts. "What do you say, bud? I can feel

that big load you've been saving up. I'd love to fuck that load clean outta

your balls. Drain those nuts good."

 

I was like a deer caught in the headlights. Nervously I looked away and

watched the bartender putting away clean glasses; even he occasionally would

look over at me with a suspicious look, aware that something was going

on. I felt my face blush. All I could think about was this hunky

quarterback's hand. And his deep voice whispering low into my ear. That

hand massaging my crotch felt so good. All the weeks of my self-imposed

celibacy stirred in my loins and my cock grew rigid within seconds.

 

"Yeah..." the football jock murmured, "You're primed and ready. What do you

say we get outta this place, bud?"

 

I finally had the courage to look up into his face. Shining green eyes

pierced right into my soul. They knew I needed it. I'd gone to the bar for

pussy, but now that I met the hottest hunk I'd ever laid eyes on, a hunk

eager to ball me, hell, I knew this was how I was going to get my nut off

tonight. I stopped fighting it and smiled back at him.

 

"Sure," I said. "Your place OK?"

 

 

******

 

We went to his place. I couldn't get over how hot Cliff looked. His broad,

powerful back filled his snug T-shirt and his jeans were filled with a

bubble butt I would kill for. And from behind I could admire the bulk of

his massive triceps. I followed him to his kitchen where he pulled out two

bottles of beer from the fridge. He handed me one.

 

"To end of season," he toasted and clacked the neck of his bottle against

of mine.

 

"To end of season!" I repeated, never more sincere in a toast. We drew a

couple of sips, just looking at each other in silence, when this guy

wrapped his massive left arm around my back and pulled our bodies

together. Our lips mashed together and our tongues battled for supremacy. I

felt his left hand circle back around to the front of my body and cup my

hardened cock in my shorts. He was driving me wild, and I grabbed his taut

ass cheeks and ground my crotch into his strong hand while I held on to him

and met his kiss with fevered intensity.

 

After a few minutes, he pulled back, smiling and looking at me with

lust-ridden focus. "Shit," he murmured, "I knew you'd be a hot one."

Quickly, he pulled off his shirt, revealing a perfect, huge chest. His pec

muscles bulged out in round, firm mounds of power, tipped with red-pink

nipples and coated with a thick coat of blonde hair. His abs rippled down

to the crotch of his jeans and, on the sides, met a set of striated

obliques. His hand grabbed my crotch and squeezed my nutsack gently. Even

through the material, I could feel as his fingers caressed my swollen nuts.

 

"Mmmh...," he murmured, "bet these boys have a nice, big load of jocksperm

stored up." As his hand continued fondling my excited crotch, I kneaded the

bulging muscle in his upper arms and shoulder and began licking the salty

skin of his knotted, sinewy muscled neck.

 

My hand grasped his exposed lats flaring the length of his back as his hand

grabbed my head and pushed it straight into his chest. Instinctively, my

tongue began lapping at the soft fur and the steel-hard muscle

beneath. Searching around, I found an erect nipple and began my attack on

it, sucking, licking, and biting frenetically as this stud showed his

appreciation by rubbing my hair and holding my head tight against his firm

bod.

 

His torso rippled and flexed as his arms reached down to unbuckle his belt,

then undo the button and zipper of his jeans. I was tasting the most

perfect freshly-washed jockskin with a hint of masculine aroma. The blonde

hairs tickled my tongue as I explored the vast expanse of his heaving

chest.

 

"Yeah, bud, that's it..." he encouraged as his prick plopped out of his

jeans. It didn't yet touch me, but I could feel its heat and power

radiating in front of me.

 

Harder and more fervently I licked, gnawed and sucked at that perfect male

skin that stretched tight over every inch of his football-hardened torso. I

particularly loved sucking the downy blonde hairs on his massive chest,

feeling his sticky-warm cockhead trace an outline on my own chest muscles.

 

After I had explored every crevice with my eager tongue and coated his pelt

with my spit, Cliff pulled my face off him and looked into my eyes. Our

lips pressed forward, meeting and parting as our tongues prepared to duel

and our saliva mingled. I now stood up fully grabbing the back of his head

with my hand and running my hand through his soft blonde hair while we

sucked face.

 

I took the chance to undo my shorts and let them drop to my ankles. My dick

was free at last. It sprang up hard as fuck and already sopping wet from my

nonstop leaking since the bar. Our bodies met again and the feel of one

stud muscles against the other was incredible.

 

"Goddamn," he laughed while our mouths met repeated for deep, soulful

kisses, "you have the wettest fucking cock... So hot... I love it when a

stud gets all wet thinking about getting screwed right by a football

jock..."

 

Our cocks ground together as our pelvises went into autopilot. I felt the

magnificent heat from his tool and relished the firm thickness of it

pressed against my overheated, drooling shaft. I looked directly into his

eyes as we kiss and felt a spark of electricity shoot through me and right

into my cock, which I could feel contract and spurt out another spritz of

precum.

 

"Shit, I can feel your dick drooling all over my cock," he muttered,

"... two months, huh?" He laughed again, cut off only by my probing tongue

and hard kiss.

 

Then I broke our kiss and looked down. Goddamn I was stunned.

 

That cock. The fucker had to be at least nine thick inches. And it was the

perfect shape, too. Nice, long and round all the way up til its perfectly cut

head flared slightly. One perfect piece of proportioned jock meat.

 

And hard as a crowbar. Instinctively I grabbed it. It was still poker-hot

and now more than a little slick from my dick dribble. I massaged the clear

liquid into the skin and admired the wonderful length of his meat. Starting

a smooth stroke rhythm I bent down. The staff stood proudly and pointed

straight to my face. I stared at the piss-slit, which was beginning to bead

with moisture, as I bent my knees and hunched down.

 

Cliff's firm hand clasped my shoulder muscles as he encouraged me with his

words, half whispered, half growled. "That's it, John, suck that baby."

Stroking his cock, I first attacked his round nuts, coated with that

beautiful blonde fur. The skin of his scrotum immediately tightened drawing

his large testicles to his crotch as I licked and soaked them with

saliva. I removed my tongue and a bead of warm spit collected at the bottom

of one of his large, round orbs and dripped on to the floor.

 

Suddenly, I felt his hand guide my head back as his other positioned his

cock right at my wet mouth. "Open up, buddy," Cliff said as I parted my

lips and the thick scepter pushed in and filled my oral cavity. "Yeah, wrap

those cocksucking lips around my tool. Show me how you baseball studs suck

dick." I didn't really need any encouragement. My mouth salivated all

around his pistoning rod. While he began a deep, inward thrust, I stuck my

tongue out as far as I could to taste the cockflesh before it entered my

mouth. The effect was to open up my throat more, to allow his bone to plow

deeper into my gullet.

 

Methodically, the football hunk fucked my face. And I loved it. My cock was

twitching in excitement by the time he pulled out his spit-covered prick,

which waved enticingly in front of my face. I looked up and saw a perfect

body towering above me. That chest bulged out above the taut stomach, and

the view was rounded out by his big jock dick.

 

I dove back onto his meat and began sucking and bobbing my head. He

breathed out as if he'd been holding his breath the last minute. "Ooh,

that's it, stud. Take all my fucking meat." I licked up and down his shaft,

gathering every drop of extra spit and precum that I could before working

my way back to the top and diving down on his monster prick. His filthy

talk just urged me on more, opening up my throat to take in inch after inch

of his throbbing, hard football-player meat.

 

Once again, he grabbed my head and held it still while pumped his hips,

ramming his hard cock deep into my gullet and pressing his blonde pubes

into my face. His hands partially covered my ears, so I could barely make

out his words. "Yeah, boy, suck me. This is what I wanted at that bar. When

I looked over and saw your stud face looking over at me. Wanted to unzip

and pull out my big hardon and screw that hot fuckable mouth of yours, fuck

it good and hard. "

 

Finally he pulled out. His spit-slick cock quivered as he caught his breath

and looked down at me, my mouth open and chin dripping in saliva. With his

right hand, he reached down and grabbed his massive dick and slapped my

face with it. Over and over, first left cheek and right cheek, he

dick-slapped me, coating my face with the wet juices that clung to his

cock. "God, Cliff..." I moaned than began my oral assault on his weapon

once more. Fuck, I wanted his juice more than anything and knew I'd shoot

my own load in the process.

 

Only Cliff grabbed me and stopped me, extracting his cock from my hungry

mouth. "Shit, stud, you're too good. I gotta take a break or I'll shoot."

His hand circled around his cock, less to stroke it than to protect it from

my oral advances. Greedily, I kept lapping away, sucking his thick fingers

and licking the tightened flesh of his scrotum. "Yeah?" I asked. "What's

wrong with that?" I was really hot now.

 

Cliff laughed and with a simple gesture both tousled my hair and pushed me

gently away from his crotch. "Don't think I don't wanna shoot right

now. You're a damn good cocksucker, John. But I think we'll both be glad if

we take a rest, cool down a bit. Besides, you're the one who hasn't had his

nut in weeks. Tonight's gonna be all about getting you off like you've

never gotten off before."

 

"Yeah?" I shot back, slowly standing to my feet. My dick stuck out

obscenely, aching and wet with desire. I planted my wet cocksucking lips

right on Cliff's hot mouth. We ground our mouths together for a minute,

then my fuck partner pulled off and spoke.

 

"Yeah, bud. I can tell you're all wound up right now. Nuts so full you

can't take it. Am I right, stud?" Before I could answer he grabs my cock

and begins jacking the rod with a cool, assured hand. My body jerked in

shocks of pleasure. I so wanted to nut right then and there. I almost

did. Only the last shred of self-control kept me from spurting my ball

batter all over this hot football stud standing in front of me.

 

This stud was now grinning at me, incredulous at my extra-bad case of the

horns. His hand went lower down to cup my nut sac. "Shit, you're primed all

right. Gonna keep you worked up..."

 

"Yeah, man" I moan. "I want you to keep me going all night."

 

He hefted my nuts in his quarterback hand and my cock spit out more

slime. "Shit, buddy, I don't think you're gonna last that long." Cliff

grabbed my erection and gently stroked it, keeping it just under a full

boil.

 

"Oh, that's hot! Yeah, I wanna shoot now. But I've saved my juice for two

months now, and I can hold out a couple more hours... If it'll make it

hotter."

 

"Fuck, stud, I better stop now then. We gotta cool off."

 

I stepped back, soaking in the sight of this stud's body standing nude and

in full erect glory in front of me. I wondered what it would be like to be

Cliff's teammate, to see him shower everyday. I had to close my eyes a

second to think about something besides sex. I knew my erection wouldn't go

down, but at least I could calm down enough that I wouldn't shoot at a

second's notice.

 

As I opened my eyes, Cliff was already walking past me. He patted my

shoulder and walked around to the counter where he'd set his beer. Putting

the bottle to his mouth, he took a long hard drink of it. I took his lead

and found my own bottle. My mouth was a bit dry after all the dicksucking,

and I found myself parched. We both stood leaning against the counter

silently while we drank our beers. Somehow we didn't need to speak - our

hardons didn't go away and we both knew that if we spoke or made eye

contact we'd be on top of each other's body all over again. By the time I'd

finished I noticed that he was near the end of his bottle.

 

"Another?" he asked.

 

"Sure, man." I replied.

 

He handed me another bottle and clinked the necks like before. "Seems that

you like beer as much as I do," he said.

 

"Yeah," I chuckled, "I've been known to put away a few. Especially when I'm

out with my buddies."

 

"You ever funneled?"

 

It took a minute for me to figure out what he was referring to, then I

remembered a party where I'd joined some of the other fellas in drinking

beer poured through a funnel right down our open throats.

 

"Yeah," I replied. "Got drunk as shit doing it."

 

Cliff laughed. "Yeah, that shit really fucks you up if you've been drinking

all night." He paused then continued, "You want to do it?"

 

"What? Now?"

 

"Sure. I don't have a funnel, but a teammate of mine showed me another,

better way of doing it. Less dangerous."

 

I thought about it for a second. To tell the truth, I'd rather continue

having sex, but I knew that the moment we did I'd be losing my load, so I

figured that holding off a little while longer might be a good

thing. Besides, I was by now losing my buzz from the bar. "OK, show me

this new trick." I said.

 

"Follow me," he said. He led me down the hall and into a spacious

bathroom. I took a minute to admire this athlete's fine body, especially

that wonderfully powerful ass that flexed with every step.

 

I awaited explanation, but instead Cliff stepped silently into the

shower-tub. He started to face away, then turned to me and said, "Put your

beer down. Right there on the ledge. We'll get to it in a minute"

 

As I followed his instructions, he bent his upper body forward at a 45

degree angle, his left hand on the tile wall propping his weight up. Man,

was his back magnificent! If you looked close, you could see every sinew

and every knot of powerful, hard muscle, and the entire expanse of his lats

and traps were covered in waves and ridges of musculature. But the overall

impression was sheer mass. I thought what it would be like to crawl on top

of that wonderful back, to feel it beneath as I slipped inside this

football player's ass. Just the thought sent jolts of electricity to my

loins, and my cock jerked and slapped against my belly several times in

spontaneous fits of horniness. Absently, my hand reached down and began

messaging the flesh of my hard scepter, rubbing the pre-spunk into the

skin, smoothly stroking the moist surface of the engorged head. Fuck, I had

to pull away or I would blow and quick.

 

As I looked up I meet the steel gaze of Cliff's green eyes. "Ready, stud?

When I pour, you drink. Got it?"

 

"Yeah." Actually, I didn't yet fully understand, I just answered anyway.

 

Cliff then lifted the can of beer and began pouring right into the crevice

between his shoulder blades. In the position he was in, his lats flexed

spasmodically, making the pouring surface somewhat uneven, but the liquid

nonetheless flowed straight down the valley in his dorsal muscles. The beer

was still cold and the hulking football player shivered and hissed when it

passed over his hot flesh and especially when it trickled down his ass

crack over his hairy jock hole.

 

By now I knew what I was supposed to do. I reached forward and grabbed onto

the mighty ass cheeks in front of me. They tensed and flexed as I parted

them and guided my mouth without hesitation into his blonde-furred

crack. The cold beer flowed steadily into my open mouth. I drank it as fast

as I could. Some of the liquid ran out the sides of my mouth and down my

neck and chest, but I was able to catch and swallow most of it.

 

In contrast to the cold of the beer, the heat that radiated from the cleft

of Cliff's fine ass was incredible. I could taste the faint trace of man in

the drink. Feeling slightly inebriated now, my head was also swimming with

full-on testosterone-pumped jocklust. This guy was a god and my face was

nestled right in his powerful quarterback ass. Gently - and I had to be

careful to do this while swallowing a nonstop flow of brew - I stuck my

tongue out til it connected with Cliff's puckered hole. I couldn't move or

maneuver my tongue without gagging, but just the sheer connection of

contact sent a jolt of electric horniness through my body.

 

Into my mouth poured more brew as it flowed from his asscrack and right

onto my tongue. The feeling was marvelous. My hands massaged this hunk's

powerful legs and I felt like I could feel every hair on his thick thighs,

that's how supercharged my senses were right then.

 

By now the bottle was empty and I could lap up the remaining drops with

wide swaths of my tongue. I was like a man possessed now, I wanted nothing

more than that ass. Wanted to own it, to lick every goosebump and hair

running down the crack. Wanted to work his tight hole with my tongue and

give him every ounce of pleasure that I could.

 

And I did all that and more. Whereas before my hands held his cheeks apart,

now I relied on the inward pressure of my face to keep his melon ass spread

while my hands gripped his hips roughly and pulled them back and forth on

my thick, exploring tongue in rhythm.

 

At first Cliff tried to urge me on, to tell me to drill his hole with my

tongue, but soon his words were just a series of incoherent moans. I

couldn't see his cock, but I knew it was at full mast and charged. This

football hunk's excitement just spurred me on. Inward, I tongue fucked this

stud harder, forcing my tongue deeper and deeper, then pulling out from

time to time to take wide, full licks at his hole and his hairy crack. It

still tasted of beer, but somehow that made me hornier.

 

I could have gone on all night but a voice interrupted me. "John, buddy,

I'm thirsty. Wanna switch?"

 

I pulled back and felt my cock spit in anticipation. This god wanted to rim

me too. I stood up and brushed my meat against his perfect ass. The melons

of butt muscle were firm and slick with all my spit. Quickly I humped his

warm, wet crack, careful not to but my nut.

 

Cliff turned around and our cocks smacked each other as if two swords

battling. "Sorry stud, I'm strictly top." His face crushed into mine as we

met in a hot, slow kiss. He pulled back and continued, "But trust me, I'm

gonna make sure you get off big tonight..." Again we kissed. "...Man, when

I get to fucking you, you're gonna see stars... shooting your thick load

with my dick deep in you... You want that, stud? Want my big quarterback

cock fucking you deep? Showing you how good it can feel to be a man? To be

a man getting dicked senseless by another man?"

 

I grabbed his hard dick and felt the power in my hands. I thought what it

would be like to have this huge cock up my ass and my whole body

shuddered. "Fuck yes," I whimpered.

 

"Fuck yes what, John?" he asked while licking my neck and ear and wrapping

his massive arms around my upper body.

 

"Yes, I want you to fuck me tonight, Cliff." It was hard for me to say that

out loud, to admit, but I knew I wanted it, knew that's why I came home

with this beefy football stud. I told him so.

 

"All right, buddy, I'm wanting this too. Let me get a drink first, though,

huh?"

 

I smiled since I knew what kind of drink he wanted. I got in position and

grabbed my beer bottle of the tub ledge. Cliff got in right behind me, his

face positioned at my ass.

 

"Man, this ass is perfect," he said, running his callused quarterback hands

along my gluteal muscles. "So fucking hot..."

 

Actually he didn't get all the last words out, as his voice was muffled

when his mouth dove in and started chewing and tongue-fucking my hungry

hole.

 

"Shit bud!" I cried out. "Your mouth is driving me wild."

 

He worked on my ass like a madman, munching and licking and sucking til I

was about lost in a fuck daze. He tore his talented mouth away long enough

to tell me to pour the beer. I did and Cliff lapped it up keeping his

tongue on my sensitive hole.

 

When the beer was gone, Cliff stood up and wrapped his arms around

me. Slowly and steadily, that beautiful cock nudged in my hole and sunk in

as Cliff pushed forward.

 

"Ah, there buddy. I've been waiting all fucking night for this."

 

"Shit, fuck me, Cliff"

 

"I'm here stud. Just let me in. "

 

Hell, this wasn't my first cock. Or even my tenth. But I was relatively

inexperienced to getting shafted back there, so I was worried that Cliff's

large prick would tear me in two. I needn't have worried. By now I was so

worked up and randy my ass dilated right up and let him in. In a smooth

motion, the nine inches of cock sunk deep into my rectum, filling me up

good.

 

"Yeah, stud, I'm in ya now? Can you feel me?"

 

"Shit, yeah." I breathed. I spread my legs further apart to help me adjust

to the feeling.

 

"How's it feel, buddy?" The football hunk licked my neck and played with my

chest and nipples. I was on fire.

 

"Fantastic. I feel so full, so hot."

 

Cliff ran his hands down my torso and grabbed onto my hips. "Been a while

since you've been dicked, hasn't it bud?" His cock throbbed in my ass.

 

"Yeah," I croaked, unable to get the word out of my throat.

 

"Yeah, I can tell... so tight... feels like you're trying to milk my load

out right now..."

 

My cock spasmed. Precum was now dripping onto the porcelain of the

tub. "Shoot it in me, Cliff. I need your cum."

 

"I haven't even started fucking you yet, man. Don't you want a real screw?"

 

"Oh, fuck me!"

 

Cliff pulled his dick out some then jabbed it back in.

 

"Shit!" I yelled.

 

Cliff's mouth appeared at my ear. "Did I hurt you, bud?"

 

 

"Nah." I replied. "Feels fucking terrific."

 

"Good...I'm feeling fine myself." In his thrust again. With each thrust I

could feel my dick leak and my nuts churn. I wanted to cum, needed to cum.

 

In he thrust again. "You're ready for it, aren't you John?"

 

"Ready for what?" I gasp as his dick shoves in me again.

 

"Ready for me to fuck you. To pound your stud ass."

 

"Fuck me Cliff"

 

His thrust became harder and faster. "Can't fucking believe this"

 

"What?" I moaned.

 

"I have the hottest baseball jock on campus, nude as a buck in my shower

and I'm nailing his ass. Tell me, stud, do you like getting screwed

standing up or would you rather get on all fours and get fucked like a

dog?"

 

"Oh, man..."

 

"What was that, stud? I didn't hear you."

 

"I don't care how you do it, man, I just want your dick."

 

"Anytime, bud?"

 

"Anytime you want."

 

"Good," Cliff grunted, now in the throes of a deep fuck. "Cause I love this

ass. I love your whole fucking body, stud. It turns me on."

 

I started to grab my cock to jack it off and shoot my load, but Cliff

caught my arms and held them still.

 

"Not yet John boy. I want to fuck you a while longer."

 

"Ah, Cliff, my nuts hurt they're so full."

 

"Yeah I was right about you, stud. You baseball guys do go after football

dick."

 

"Ah, man, fuck the hell out of me. I need to get off bad."

 

The football hunk kissed the side of my face as he ground his pelvis into

my hole. Each time his giant meat filled me up it made me feel full and my

prostate trembled in ecstasy.

 

"Cliff knows, baby. I'm gonna fuck you off tonight. Gonna fuck you off real

good. "

 

"Yeah, I need it."

 

"I know, babe, I know."

 

"I need it now, Cliff. Fuck the cum out of me."

 

"Not here" he murmured as his jackhammered his hard meat deep into me. Then

he stopped his thrust. He reached down and grabbed his cock and slowly

extracted it, careful not to create a vacuum in my bowels.

 

"Shit, what are you doing?" I cried. "Stick it back in."

 

"To the bedroom, stud," Cliff said. "I want to do this right." Once again

our lips met in a fiery fuck passion that took two full minutes to quell.

 

"Move on," he ordered.

 

I dove onto his bed and the jock hunk was right behind me. Our bodies

crashed together in heat as we ground our horny crotches together and felt

the electricity form where our nipples made contact with rock-hard chest

muscle flesh.

 

Cliff looked down at me with a look of love and lust in his eyes. "All

right. Time to take you home." With that, he lifted my thighs and rammed

his cock right into my guts. My ass clenched tightly around the invading

shaft as I felt my ball juice start to swirl and rise.

 

"Shit, I'm gonna cum."

 

"Yeah, bud, shoot that cream. Shoot it while my dick is poking you deep and

hard."

 

"Fuck me man! Fuck that load out of me." My body was shaking now and my

nuts began pumping.

 

"Yeah, I'm home. My big dick's planted tight in your ass. All nine fucking

inches driving you there. Yeah, you're feeling it. Give it up bud. You

earned it. Two fucking months worth. Two months I could have been screwing

this ass. Why did you have to wait, John? A big jock like you? I could have

made you feel this good whenever you got the horns. I'd have just taken you

back here and bent you over and fucked you like I'm fucking you now..."

 

That was it. I nutted. Two months of dick wad sprayed out of my cock and

all over my body. I cried out. Tears flowed out of my eyes. My arms grabbed

on to Cliff's huge biceps as he pumped my guts over and over.

 

"Shit. What a huge load!" he murmured.

 

It was still coming out. I was swimming in spunk. The white musk covered my

torso and neck, even my chin. Some had shot in my hair and onto my

face. Spurts still came out and splashed on the pooled jizz collecting on

my chest and abs. Waves of ecstasy passed from my ass and cock and went all

over my whole body. I briefly passed out.

 

Cliff still fucked away.

 

When I came to, he was thrusting like a rabbit. He cried out, his chest

heaving in deep breaths. He stopped his thrusts for just a half second as

he scooted forward and lifted my ass up at the same time. This new position

gave him more direct access to my hole and he wasted no time in grabbing

onto my thighs and pounding me rough and fast.

 

This time it was all about him. He showed no mercy and thankfully, I didn't

need or expect it. I was still shooting the last remnants of my megaload

and was feeling no pain. Each jab of his prick sent a little spurt of

cockjuice from the tip of my hardon. This man had shown me a orgasm unlike

any I'd ever felt and I sure as hell was grateful. I wanted him to get his

relief, to shoot his jizz deep into my guts.

 

"Come on," I urged, "Sperm me. Make me feel it deep in my ass."

 

Cliff could barely answer he was so close to his nut. His body was in

auto-fuck overdrive now and the man could barely think. "Ahh, stud, are you

sure? Got a big load about to blow."

 

"Yeah, Cliff, I'm ready and I want it. Want you to fuck it right into me

with that big cock of yours."

 

"It's yours, big boy." With that he hosed me full of his spunk. It felt

full and majestic. His seed lubed his cock, making it feel rubbery as it

continued its final thrusts. I grabbed onto Cliff's firm ass as it thrust

and flexed. This football stud was pumping me full of his nut and I was

loving it.

 

Cliff collapsed onto my chest, resting his head next to mine as he panted

and tried to regain his composure. My thighs were still up in the air,

wrapped around the small of Cliff's back and Cliff's big dick was still

lodged deep in me, though it was starting to shrink after discharging its

load.

 

Cliff raised his upper body and looked me in the eye. "Thanks, John, that

was a fantastic fuck." Our lips met and we slowly and passionately kissed

as our heartbeats returned to a normal pace.

 

We broke the kiss and looked solemnly into each other's eyes. About the

same time we broke into a smile. "To the end of baseball season," I said.

 

My new fuck buddy replied. "To the end of baseball season."

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I don't know if Bill Drake had been a football player or a baseball player, or maybe just an artsy nerd in college, but he's definitely turned into a skilled writer. Thanks for bringing us his sizzling fantasy (or is it a memory?), Mr. Hardrod! :wank: