Temptation of Penetration
Date: 2014-03-22T13:00:00+00:00
Keywords: Fiction; MM; Erotica; Gay
Description: Jocks, hunks, and studs in locker rooms, baseball dugouts and more enliven this collection of erotic tales from the pen of noted author Jock Corrigan. There are a multitude of erotic tales available so why should you purchase mine? Quality. It’s as simple as that. Each story is carefully crafted to entertain and arouse. Every tale builds to a throbbing climax, which is the point of an erotic tale, is it not? So sit back, enjoy and… the rest is up to you.

The Temptation of Penetration:

A Collection of Gay Erotic Tales

By

Jock Corrigan

The Temptation of Men:

Erotic Tales from the Pen of Jock Corrigan

© 2014 Jock Corrigan

Warning:

This book is for Adult Audiences only.  It contains XXX sexually explicit scenes, man-to-man sex, and graphic language, which may be considered offensive by some readers.  Please store your files where minors cannot access them.

This is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously, though reference may be made to actual events or locations.  Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Despite the use of terms such as “boy” the stories in this volume do not contain under-aged males.  All characters are eighteen years of age or older.

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There is a multitude of erotic tales available so why should you purchase mine?  Quality.  It’s as simple as that.  Each story is carefully crafted to entertain and arouse.  Every tale builds to a throbbing climax, which is the point of an erotic tale, is it not?  So sit back, enjoy and… the rest is up to you.

Jock Corrigan

Camping Cock

My cock throbbed and oozed at the mere thought of camping with Joel and Tom.  They were a good ten years older than me, in their early thirties and they were so fucking hot I could practically squirt just looking at them.  I was nineteen and I looked up to Joel and Tom almost as my idols.  They were everything I wanted to be, my fantasies come true.

As we unloaded the pickup, my cock stirred in my shorts.  It was a steamy August day and both Joel and Tom pulled off their shirts, revealing their bare, sweaty chests.  Joel was blond and had a gorgeous build.  His abs were ridged and clearly defined.  His pecs tensed and flexed as he moved our camping equipment and his nipples cried out to be licked and sucked.  His biceps bulged handling the heavy boxes, practically making me melt in admiration.  To top it all off, Joel was strikingly handsome.  He possessed a sensual male beauty that made my nuts ache with longing.  His sparkling eyes seemed as if they could peer into my very soul.

As we sat up camp, my eyes drifted over Tom.  He was different from Joel, but every bit as hot.  He was ever so slightly smaller and had beautiful jet-black hair.  His blue eyes gave him a haunting look.  He as almost as built as Joel and possessed a hairy chest—yum.  I would’ve given anything for hair on my chest like that, but all I had was a treasure trail leading from my navel into my shorts.  Fuck, Tom was hot!  I wanted to lick him all over.  By the time we finished setting up camp, I had worked myself into a frenzy of desperate sexual need.  My nuts churned in my shorts and my cock oozed pre-cum.

We were slick with sweat and our torsos gleamed in the hot sun when Joel and Tom stripped naked and jumped into the nearby stream.  I hesitated for a few moments, fiddling with a few things before pulling off my clothes.  I wanted to join them, but I had to give my dick a chance to calm down.  I didn’t want them to see my obvious state of arousal.

I jumped in on top of them, and we wrestled naked in the deep, slow moving stream.  The cool water refreshed our hot, hard bodies as we frolicked.  I devoured Joel and Tom with my eyes.  Rivulets of water flowed down over their hard, muscular bodies.  My mind exploded with thoughts of wild, animal sex.  I couldn’t keep my eyes off their mouth-watering cocks or tight bubble-butts.

By the time we settled in for the night, I was about to explode.  I couldn’t wait for Joel and Tom to go to sleep so I could rub one out.  I needed to bust a nut.  My balls ached so much they hurt.  Blue balls!  Owww!  My cock was hard and throbbing and wouldn’t calm down.  I dreamed of shooting a thick, creamy load.  Hell, if I didn’t get to jerk off pretty fast, I’d blow a load in my shorts without even touching my dick!

It was hot, so we lit no fire and lay down on top of our sleeping bags.  Tom was wearing only his boxers, while Joel and I were stripped down to boxer briefs.  Our camping gear mostly hid Joel, but I had a good view of Tom.  His hairy, muscular chest looked so fucking sexy in the moonlight.  I drooled over him, increasing my desperate need to cum.

I could tell by their breathing that Tom and Joel had fallen asleep.  I wasn’t surprised they drifted off so quickly.  We’d had one wild day.  I rubbed my erection while gazing at Tom’s sleeping form.  His body filled me with desire. I ached to touch him and lick him all over.  I wanted him so bad I could practically taste him.  The desire was maddening.

I couldn’t believe I had the balls, but I quietly got up and crawled toward Tom.  I trembled and my heart pounded in my chest as I drew nearer to the object of my lust.  I rubbed my bulge while I looked down at him.  I reached out and touched his chest.  His surging pecs were warm to the touch and hard as rock.

My eyes drifted down to the considerable bulge in his boxers.  I knew I shouldn’t do it, I knew it was wrong, but I ran my hand lightly over Tom’s bulge.  He wasn’t completely hard, but I could clearly feel the outline of his dick.  My heart pounded in my chest.  Pre-cum flowed from my cock, making the head sticky and wet.

“Psst.  Psst.”

I nearly shit my pants when I heard the soft voice behind me.  I froze.  I wished I could disappear, but there was no way to escape.  I’d been caught!  I turned to see Joel looking down at me.  He motioned me toward him.  I could feel the color drain from my face.

“What were you doing over there?” Joel whispered.

“Nothing, I was just…”

“Bull-shit!  I saw you groping Tom.  You touched his chest, and then you went for his dick.”

“I, I’m sorry.  Please, Joel, don’t be mad.  I’m just so fucking horny and Tom is so hot.”  I was on the verge of tears.  I thought I’d lost our friendship and feared Joel might slug me.

“Take it easy.  It’s okay.  Joel and I have an open relationship.  I’m not mad.  If you want dick, you could’ve come to me.”

Joel rubbed the big bulge in his boxer briefs.  He put his hand on the back of my head, pushed me to my knees, and shoved my face toward his throbbing man-meat.  I grabbed the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulled them down.  I dove in and licked all over his cock and nuts.  Joel moaned with pleasure.  I pulled his dick-head between my lips and swirled my tongue around it as pre-cum oozed.  Joel moaned louder.

I sucked my way down his long, hard pole.  I’d fantasized about doing just that so many times I couldn’t believe it was really happening.  I almost felt like it was all in my head, like I was only dreaming, but it was real and far more intense than my dreams and fantasies.  Joel’s cock flexed and throbbed as I lapped up his sweet pre-cum.  I pulled more and more of his dick between my lips, desperate to take it all.

I worked my way right down to the base of his pole, burying my nose in his blond pubes.  I was so hot after his dick that I pressed him onto his back.  His magnificent body squirmed with pleasure beneath me.  I ran my lips back up his dick, then down to the base once more.  I couldn’t get enough of Joel’s cock!

I flinched and cried out when I felt hands on my ass.  I heard a low and familiar voice behind me.

“You guys expect me to sleep through all this racket?” Tom said.  “You woke me up and now you have to pay the price.”

I felt his hard cock press against my ass.  I looked back.  Tom stood over me, naked, his hard pole pointed at me.  He unrolled a condom over his throbbing cock, jerked my boxer briefs down, then grabbed my hips and pressed hard against me.  I threw my head into the air and cried out in pain and ecstasy as his dick slipped into my ass.  Joel watched  as Tom penetrated me.

“Fuck yeah!” Joel said, getting off on his partner shoving his dick up my young hole.

Tom worked his cock deeper into my ass.  It fucking hurt, but pleasure mixed with the pain.  Somehow, the pain itself was pleasure.  I leaned over and pulled Joel’s dick between my lips once more.

My cock was so hard it swung between my legs as Tom fucked me.  Tom slid his dick further and further up my ass.  His cock felt like it was the size of a baseball bat.

“Deeper!  Deeper!  Fuck me hard!”

“I think we’ve got a natural born bottom, Joel.”

Tom began to grunt and groan and even whimper.  I sucked and slurped on Joel’s cock harder and faster.  Tom pushed in the last inches of his dick and I felt his pubes crush against my ass.  I sucked Joel wildly as Tom pulled out of my ass, then stuck his pole in me once more.  I ran my lips up and down Joel’s throbbing cock with fevered intensity and pressed back against Tom to get every inch.

Joel squirmed around beneath me until we were in a sixty-nine position and pulled my dick between his lips.  I threw my head back and moaned with pleasure.  I leaned down and pulled Joel’s cock between my lips once more.  I sucked him in earnest, even as his lips brought me more pleasure than I thought possible.  I had to fight to keep from cumming.  I concentrated on Joel’s dick in my mouth and Tom’s cock up my ass. I was overloaded with pleasure.

Tom settled into to a nice steady fuck—in and out, in and out, over and over.  Tom hit spots inside me I didn’t even know existed.  Joel was all over my cock.  He even sucked and licked on my nuts.  I loved the sensation, so I drew his nads into my mouth and gave them the same treatment.  I could feel my cock vibrate as Joel moaned.

I fought to maintain control.  I wanted to save my ejaculation until Joel was ready to pop.  I held the impending explosion off, knowing I could summon it at a moment’s notice.  My nuts screamed for release.  My cock throbbed like it never had before.  I gasped for breath.  It was no easy task to breathe with my mouth full of dick!

Tom fucked me like a bitch.  I groaned my eagerness to be used as a hole to fuck.  Tom plunged his thick tool deep into me, then pulled it out, only to slam it in again.  He banged me so hard it was difficult for Joel and me to keep our lips on each other’s equipment. We held on and sucked like crazy while Tom pounded my hot hole with everything he had.

I felt Joel’s entire body tense beneath me.  His magnificent muscles tensed and flexed.  His cock throbbed, he moaned loudly, and blew.  Thick, hot spurts of sticky cream spewed between my lips.  His salty semen practically choked me.  I cut loose at almost the exact moment Joel’s cum hit my tongue.  Joel and I pumped each other full of cream.  We kept cumming and cumming.  Thick, sticky spurts jetted forth, each sending a wave of pure pleasure throughout our hard bodies.  I lapped up Joel’s cum and sucked him for more, greedily devouring every spurt.

Tom fucked me harder than ever.  He howled like a wolf, drove his dick home, and unleashed his load up my ass.  Hot spunk was everywhere, spewing into Joel’s mouth and mine, and shooting deep into my boy pussy.  The night air was filled with moans, groans, and whimpers of ecstasy.  Never had three men experienced such exquisite pleasure!

Each of us spewed buckets of spunk and then collapsed into a heap of hard, sweaty bodies.  Our seed spent, our hearts pounding in our chests.  We gasped for breath as we lay together, enjoying the closeness and intimacy.

“You know, you really should keep your hands to yourself while I’m trying to sleep,” Tom panted.  He grinned at me and I blushed.  “The next time you do that, I’ll really fuck your ass good and hard!”

“Is that a promise?”

“You better believe it!”

I laughed, trying to decide just when to attack him in his sleep.  At the moment, I was too exhausted.  We all were.  We fell asleep, lying all in a heap.  It was the hottest camping trip ever.

Caught with Cock

I eyed Rob as he pulled on his shirt.  Fuck he was gorgeous.  His smooth muscular chest drove me wild.  I had it bad for him.  I laughed to myself.  I had it bad for most of my teammates, but Rob was the one with me at the moment and I would have gladly dropped to my knees and sucked his long, hard cock.  It wasn't going to happen.  I was eighteen, a virgin, and probably doomed to be denied sex for the rest of my life.

Rob walked out of the locker room, leaving me alone.  It was the story of my life.  My nuts churned.  I was all horned up and primed for action that wasn’t gonna happen.  I opened Rob's locker and pulled out his sweaty shirt.  I sniffed it.  It had the scent of Rob on it, sexy and masculine.

My cock demanded attention.  The locker room was empty and silent.  I pulled my cock out with trembling fingers.  I stroked my throbbing meat as I stood in the middle of the locker room where so many young hunks daily stripped revealing their chiseled young bodies and eager cocks.  I sniffed Rob's shirt again and my cock throbbed with renewed intensity.  I was intoxicated with sexual desire.

Rob's beautiful form was etched in my mind.  I mentally raped him while my hand flew over my thick tool.  Pre-cum lubed the head of my dick as I dreamed about his hard pecs, bulging biceps, and the enticing trail of hair that led down into his shorts.  I pictured myself groping that hard mound, feeling his firm ass, and raping his mouth with my tongue.  My nuts churned and my cock throbbed.  I cried out and my young cum erupted from my cock and sprayed all over the locker room floor.  I moaned with the intense pleasure of release.

Chase walked around the corner in time to witness my last milky spurt.  His eyes grew wide, but not nearly as wide as mine.  Fuck!

I quickly pulled up my shorts and tossed Rob's shirt on the bench.

“Don’t worry about it,” said Chase, grinning.  “Half of the guys in the U.S. admit to masturbating, and the other half are lying.”

I laughed in spite of myself.  My face was red and hot, but perhaps I wouldn’t die of embarrassment.

“I can’t believe you caught me.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t whack off in public.  Don’t sweat it.  I’m sure yours isn’t the first load to hit the locker room floor.”

“I thought everyone had gone.”

“And you were wrong.”

Chase grinned.  He was so very handsome.  The sight of Chase, and his incredible body all but drove the thoughts of Rob out of my mind.  He was fully dressed in jeans and a sexy long-sleeved shirt, but that only served to accentuate his build.  The tantalizing glimpses of his bare flesh made me yearn to expose the rest of him.  Despite having just shot a massive load, I was as horny as ever.  I wanted to sink to my knees and buy Chase’s silence with my lips.

"What were you doing with Rob's shirt?" asked Chase.

I didn't answer.  Whacking it was one thing.  Being a fag was another.  My team-mates didn’t know I was gay.  How would they react if they discovered their tight end wanted to take it in his end?  More importantly at the moment, how would Chase react?

Chase stepped toward me.  I stepped back, but he grabbed me, wrapped his strong arms around me, pulled me close, and pressed his lips to mine.  Chase forced his tongue into my mouth and pressed hard against me as we tried to devour each other right there in the locker room.

We played a dangerous game.  Chances were no one would come into the locker room, but if they did, we were both fucked.  There would be no denying what we were doing or what we were.

I was too consumed with lust to care.  All that mattered was Chase’s lips, tongue, and his hard body and bulge pressed into mine.  I had waited all my life for this moment and I wasn’t going to waste it.

I unbuttoned Chase's shirt and pushed it over his broad shoulders.  Chase’s chest was chiseled, hard as rock, and perfectly proportioned. I had fantasized about running my hands over his magnificent chest and now that fantasy had come true.  I leaned down and pressed my lips against the firm muscle.  My tongue darted out and I licked Chase’s pecs and sucked on his hardening nipples.  I licked all the way down to his ridged six-pack.  I devoured him.

I fondled Chase’s throbbing cock through his jeans as my tongue explored every inch of his smooth, muscular torso and bulging biceps.  I could have worshipped his body with my hands and tongue forever, but I could not resist what waited for me behind the zipper of his jeans.  I dropped to my knees before the young god and stripped his jeans and briefs away, revealing his oozing cock.

I pulled the mushroom head of Chase’s tool into my mouth and ran my lips down his throbbing shaft.  Pre-cum oozed onto my tongue as I worshipped his pole.  I pulled him in further and further until my lips were wrapped around the base and my nose was buried in his pubes.  Chase moaned loudly when his cock was completely buried in my throat.

I ran my lips up and down his pole while Chase thrust into my mouth.  He grabbed my head and fucked my face with hard, quick thrusts, and then gave me back control.  My lips and tongue were everywhere at once.  I sucked his cock like it had never been sucked before.

I sucked Chase’s massive dick, then dipped my head down and went for his nuts.  Chase moaned.  I worked on his balls for a few moments then flicked my tongue to the sensitive area just under his nut-sac.  Chase whimpered and writhed with pleasure.  I turned Chase around and tongued his firm ass-cheeks.  Chase possessed the tightest fucking ass!  Chase arched his back and looked over his shoulder to watch me as I licked his cheeks.

I stood and pulled my shirt over my head.  I drew Chase to me.  I kissed him passionately and then pressed his head down to my chest.  He explored my young hard body as I had his.  I wasn’t the muscleman that Chase was, but I was no slouch.  Chase’s tongue felt sexy and silky on my chest.  I moaned as his tongue flicked over my nipples and moaned more as he gently sucked on them.  My cock throbbed with intense need.

Chase slowly undressed me as he lathered my chest.  He slid his tongue down over my smooth abdomen and took my cock into his mouth.  My cock throbbed even harder than before and I moaned, groaned, and whimpered as Chase expertly sucked my dick.  Just when I was ready to pop Chase released my tool and went for my nuts.  His lips and tongue on my balls made me writhe with pleasure.

Chase turned me around and licked my ass.  He didn’t limit himself to my firm butt-cheeks, but slid his tongue into my crack and flicked it against my hole.  I cried out with passion.  Chase worked his tongue into my hole as I moaned and panted.  I resisted the urge to beg him to continue when he pulled his tongue away.

Chase stood, opened his locker, and pulled out lubricated condoms.  I thanked God for the tradition of every young man keeping a supply of condoms on hand.  Chase unrolled a rubber over his long, hard cock and I bent over the bench in front of him, exposing my virgin ass.  I was his for the taking.  I wanted him inside me.

Chase pressed the head of his cock against my hole and pushed.  I gasped with pain as the head slipped in, but luxuriated in pleasure of being mounted by that young hunk.   The very idea of Chase’s hard cock sliding up my ass in the locker room drove me out of my mind with lust.

Chase slowly, but firmly, pushed his massive cock up my ass.  I groaned, whimpered, and dug my fingers into the edge of the bench, but did not ask him to stop.  Just as I was beginning to think I couldn’t take it, he was in.  Chase and I both moaned with satisfaction.

Chase began to fuck me slowly, but picked up speed.  My eyes watered from the pain but the pleasure was so intense I didn’t care how much it hurt.  The pain and pleasure mixed until they became one and then the pain was gone.

Sweat poured from our young bodies as Chase buried his tool inside me.  Chase grabbed my hips and fucked me harder and faster.  I was a slave to his dick.  Nothing mattered but feeling his big cock pounding my hole.

Neither of us touched my cock, but it throbbed and oozed pre-cum.  I fought to control it as Chase’s grunts and groans took me nearer the edge.  I could barely keep from busting my nut, but I held on.  I did not want the moment to end.

Just when I thought my hole couldn’t stand another thrust, Chase pulled out and stood behind me panting.  I turned to look at him.  His torso was covered with sweat and his chest rose and fell.  Chase kneeled down and took up my position as I stood.

I unrolled a condom over my stiff tool and placed the head against Chase’s ass.  I mounted him and pressed my cock slowly and firmly against his hungry hole.  Chase grunted and groaned and pressed his muscular ass back onto my rigid cock.  I moaned as I slid my cock into his hole and felt my nuts slap against his ass.

“Fuck me.”

I pulled out, then shoved my cock in again.  I jabbed Chase’s hole harder and faster as I moaned, sweated, and groaned.  I kept my eyes on his muscular shoulders and back as I screwed him.  Chase was a stud, but his ass was mine.

“Fuck me harder!  Give it to me!  Fuck me like a bitch!”

I leaned over and let Chase support my weight while my cock pistoned in and out of his ass.  I fucked him as hard and fast as I could manage.  I squeezed his pecs and felt his hard biceps as I pumped his ass full of my man-meat.  His muscles were like steel. I reached down and grasped his rock-hard, throbbing cock.

I fucked him until I was on the edge.  Just before I was ready to bust my nut I pulled out and and kneeled down so that Chase could take another turn at my hole.

I don’t know how many times we flipped.  We fucked until we were on the edge and gave it up to the other.  The pressure continued to build in our nuts until the need to cum was a delicious torment.

My nuts ached for release, but still I did not cum.  I knew that once Chase shot his load it would all be over.  If I succumbed to my desperate need he would soon follow.  This might well be the only time we fucked and I was determined for it to last.  I fucked Chase’s tight hole with everything I had and then surrendered my ass to him when I could not hold back my impending orgasm for a moment more.

Chase busted his nut first.  He fucked my ass harder than ever and then howled with pleasure.  I could feel his hot cum spewing from his tool.  He fired spurt after spurt as he jabbed his dick into my hole.  It took a supreme effort to hold back my own load, but I wanted to focus on Chase’s long, thick dick breeding me like a bitch.

As soon as Chase blasted the last of his load, he took my spot on all fours and I plunged my cock up his ass.  I pumped him twice before my forceful ejaculation erupted like a volcano.  I could feel the hot stud-juice coursing up my shaft and shooting from my cock.  Spurt after spurt of jock-jizz spewed from my pole.  I cried out in ecstasy as my orgasm spread throughout my hard, young body.  I pumped squirt of squirt into Chase’s tight, hot hole as my dick slammed into his ass.  My moans reverberated off the walls.

I counted seven volleys before my ejaculation subsided.  I collapsed on top of Chase.  He turned and kissed me hard on the lips.

We had tempted fate for far too long.  We stood and dressed.  We hugged each other tight once more and entwined our tongues.  Neither of us wanted what we'd shared to end.  I knew this was only our first time together.  There would be plenty more if I had anything to say about it.  My mind was reeling with what we'd done as we departed.  I knew I'd never look at that locker room the same way again.

Chat-Room Hustler

I walked out of the Burger Barn for the very last time.  I'd finally gotten fed up enough with all the bullshit to tell the manager just what he could do with his $6 an hour job.  I was glad to be out of there, but it did put me in a spot.  I was eighteen and fresh out of high school, with no job and probably no future.  I still lived in my parent’s basement and it was beginning to look like I always would, how pathetic.

When I got home I hopped on-line and hit the chat-rooms.  None of my friends were on, typical.  I was bored and wanted to get my mind off my crappy life, so I created a new screen-name, EscortIN18, and posed as a young stud for hire.  Under my new identity, I entered a chat room that was frequented by older guys looking for younger.  I knew my name would draw attention, and so would my age.  Older guys drooled over us eighteen year olds.  We barely legal guys were the dream of all those middle-aged men.

It didn't take me long to receive private messages from a few older guys.  I picked out one that seemed particularly interesting and spent most of my time talking to him.  He was thirty-five and had nice stats, if they were real.  I gave him my age and stats 18, 6', 165, brown hair and eyes, smooth, muscular body.

I soon discovered he was in the next town, only about 15 miles away.  That was rare as it always seemed everyone in the chat rooms were about as far away as they could be.

"How much you charge?" he asked.

I paused, I didn't know what to say.  Since I wasn't a real escort, I didn't know anything about the going rate, assuming there was one.

"Depends on what you want." I typed, half to buy time and half to see what I could get him to say.

"You have a pic of you?" he asked.

"Yeah, you?"

"Sure, trade?"

I started to send him the fake pic I used when I was fooling around on-line, but I decided to send him my real one instead.  It had been taken just the summer before and was of me in jeans with my boxers showing and no shirt.  I had a trim, muscular build and that pic showed off my bod to advantage.  I wanted to see just what this guy would pay for me.  I could find out what my bod was worth on the market.

I began to get aroused as I sent him the pic.  My little fantasy was having the desired effect, it taking my mind away from my troubles and making my cock throb in my shorts.

I checked out his pic.   He hadn't lied about his stats.  He was handsome for an older guy and had a decent build.  I'd never given older guys much thought, but I wouldn't have minded hooking up with this one.

"Wow, you are hot!" he typed.

"You look pretty good too."

"Nice chest, you must work out a lot."

"Yeah, I do."  My cock was lengthening and throbbing more intently in my shorts.  Pre-cum began to ooze as the older man admired my hard, young bod.

"I'm definitely interested in you," he typed.

For the first time I seriously considered our chat as something more than role-play.  This guy was really willing to pay me.  He wasn't too bad looking either.

"So what do you charge?" he asked again.

"I get $75 an hour." I told him, as if I rented myself out every day.

"And what do I get for that?"

I thought for a moment on what I'd be willing to do.  The situation was becoming more and more real by the moment.

"I suck dick and you can suck mine.  I fuck and get fucked.   You get to explore my bod."  I was so fucking hard I couldn't stand it.  I pulled my cock out and began to slowly stroke as I chatted.

"You more of a bottom or top?"

"I'm a bottom, but I top too," I answered truthfully.

"Mmmmm, I'd love to tongue your tight ass."

"I'd like that." I typed.  I wasn't lying.  I loved having my hole eaten and most guys wouldn’t do it.

"You busy tonight?" he asked.

I paused.  I'd started out fucking with this guy just so I could get off, but he was really willing to pay me $75 an hour for sex.  I was horny as fuck.  He wasn't the type of guy I usually went for, but he was pretty good looking and probably had a nice cock.  And I could make more in one hour than I could all day at the Burger Barn.

"I'm not busy." I typed.  My words changed our chat from fantasy to reality.  I had become a hustler.

"I'd like you for a couple of hours.  If that works out, I'll be interested in you on a regular basis.  By the way, my name is Andy."

"I'm Derek."

Wow, $150 in one night.  The money, and my aching nuts, made up my mind for me.

"Okay," I typed.  "You just bought yourself some ass."

We made arrangements to meet in public.  If all was cool, then we'd go to his place.  I stuffed my dick back in my shorts, got ready, and drove to meet him.

I wondered what kind of guy hired an eighteen-year-old for sex.  Maybe he was wondering what kind of eighteen-year-old would sell his body.  When we met he seemed like a nice guy.  I could read the lust in his eyes as he looked at me—like a dog drooling over a juicy steak.  His gaze made my cock throb in my jeans.

I followed Andy to his place in my car.  I considered backing out.  For all I knew he was a psycho, but he seemed normal enough and my nuts ached for release.

"You're a gorgeous young man," said Andy once we were inside.   "Take off your shirt for me."

I did as he asked.  He was paying me over a buck of minute, so it was his call, unless he got too weird on me.

“Beautiful.”

Andy reach out and ran his hands over my chest.  His fingertips grazed my nipples and they grew hard.  The sensation traveled straight to my cock.  It throbbed and oozed with need.

Andy leaned over and licked my chest.  He ran his tongue all over my pecs, then began to lick and suck on my nipples.  I moaned.

Andy licked lower and lower.  He lathered my abs, sliding his tongue over my six-pack.  My cock flexed in my jeans.  Andy smiled when he saw noticed the size of my bulge.

"You're a hung one, aren't you?" he said, rubbing my cock through my jeans.  I moaned in answer.

Andy slowly unfastened my belt, popped the button my jeans, and pulled down the zipper.  He slid my jeans down over my narrow hips.  My cock fought to escape from my boxers.  Andy grasped the waistband and pulled them down.  My long, hard cock slapped against my belly.

"Mmm, nice."

Andy grasped my pole and slowly stroked it.  I moaned as pre-cum oozed from the head.  I needed to bust a nut.  I had never been so turned on before.

Andy leaned over and pulled my dick-head between his lips, lapping up my sticky- sweet pre-cum.  His mouth was wet and warm as he pulled more and more of my pole between his lips.  Fuck, he was a good cock-sucker!  He was a hundred times better than the bitches I'd let suck my dick and even better than the handful of guys that had slurped on my pole.  There was most definitely something to be said for older guys.

I didn't know how much I was supposed to enjoy what he was doing, but I couldn't keep from moaning and groaning.  His lips on my dick felt so fucking good I was constantly on the verge of popping my load.  I held back.  Andy was a paying customer and the longer I made it last, the more cash I'd get.

"I want to taste your creamy load Derek.  Give it to me stud."

On his command I moaned louder than ever and blew my load between his lips.  My nuts had ached for release for what seemed like forever and at last I cut loose.  I moaned and fucked his mouth as I shot spurt after thick spurt of hot, creamy cum between his lips.  Andy lapped it up and sucked my pole like a nursing calf.  I always shot a bigger load when a cock-sucker greedily gulped it down, but I came even more with Andy.  He was an expert at making me squirt.

When I'd shot my last, Andy stood and smiled at me.  He slurped on my nipples again.  I fucking loved that.  My cock grew soft, but was fully erect once more in less than two minutes.  Andy didn't fail to notice.

"Now I need some of that tight ass," he said.

I was a little nervous.  I'd only been fucked twice before and it had hurt.  The pain always turned to pleasure after a few minutes and then I loved it.  Those first minutes were the price for the exquisite pleasure that followed.  I loved it up the ass!

Andy stripped.  He had a nice body for an older dude.  I was happy to see that his dick wasn't too big.  He was about 6" and not too thick.  I could handle his tool in my hole.

"Put your hands on the arm of the couch and spread you legs."

I did as I was told.  Andy kneeled down behind me and spread my cheeks.  He licked my crack and then tongued my hole.  No one had ever done stuck his tongue in my ass before.  I moaned and squirmed.

Andy pushed his tongue deeper into my hole and I arched my back.  My cock throbbed and I was consumed by the desire to get fucked.

Andy stood and placed the head of his dick against my hole.  He pushed, but I was so tight he couldn’t penetrate me.

"Push out as I push in," he said.

That didn't make any sense to me, but I did as he said.  The head of his cock slipped right in without any pain at all.  I was amazed.  That was the part that always made my ass burn.

Andy pushed more and more of his dick up my ass and it didn't hurt one bit.  It was pure pleasure.  I grunted and groaned with the joy of a hard cock up my ass.  Andy moaned too.

"You have one sweet ass, Derek, so smooth and tight.  Mmm."

My mouth hung open and I breathed fast and hard.  I moaned as Andy slid his cock in deeper and deeper until he'd impaled me on his tool.  I groaned and whimpered with pleasure.

Andy pulled his pole nearly free of my boy pussy, then shoved it back in.  He fucked me harder and faster.

"Yeah, fuck me!  I'm your bitch."

Andy moaned and shifted into high gear.  He fucked me like I'd never been fucked before.  I had to hold on tight as he pounded me to keep from being thrown forward.  Andy hit spots inside me I didn't even know existed.  If all older guys fucked as expertly as Andy, I'd never look at another guy my own age again!

My cock throbbed and flexed as it swung back and forth.  It grew so stiff after a while that it couldn't even swing anymore.  Andy's dick up my ass made me shriek and moan.  Soon something happened then that had never happened before.  I busted my nut without touching my dick!

I moaned as cum spewed from my pole.  I tried to hold it back, but I couldn’t.  I hoped Andy wouldn't be mad about me jizzing all over his couch.  My cum spewed out in great spurts, flying through the air to soak the upholstery.  My cock throbbed harder than it ever had before.  Andy pounded me without mercy as I howled with pleasure.  Even after I'd shot the last of my load my cock didn't grow soft, but swung back and forth as Andy fucked me.

Andy pounded my ass for a few moments more, then moaned like an animal.  I could feel his cock flex and throb in my ass.  I knew he was blowing his load deep within me.  He filled me with his spunk, then pulled his pole from my hole.

We caught our breath and then dressed.  I was totally relaxed and spent.  It was the best sex I'd ever experienced.

"Looks like we went a little over two hours," said Andy.

I was amazed.  I thought I'd been with Andy less than an hour.

"Here you go," he said and handed me two one hundred dollar bills.  "Consider the extra a tip, you're worth it."

"Thanks," I said, stuffing the bills into my pocket.

"You busy on Friday night?" he asked.

"Nope."

"Good, how'd you like to come and spend a few hours with me?  I have to have more of that dick and that tight, tight ass."

"Sounds good to me."

We made our plans and then I left, with $200 in my pocket and a sore hole.  I couldn't have made as much flipping burgers for an entire week.  Fuck the Burger Barn.

I kept my EscortIN18 nick and found there was much money to be made.  Soon Andy was only one of my regulars.  My little cyber fantasy had come true and changed my life.  I still eat at the Burger Barn now and then, but I'll never have to work there again.

The Coach

I was the luckiest high school senior on the face of the earth.  I was lucky because I was handsome and had a great mane of wavy black hair.  I was lucky because I had a muscular build from weight lifting and sports.  But mainly I was lucky because my coach was a single, thirty-five-year-old blond hunk who was rumored to have a thing for athletes.  I had more than a thing for my coach.  The merest glance at his muscular chest or tight ass caused my tool to lengthen in my shorts.

I had my eye on the coach since my freshman year, but I knew that I didn’t have a chance with him until I was older.  While coach might possibly break the rules and get it on with a student, he was no pedo.  So I waited, watched, and counted the days until my eighteenth birthday.

Coach was the true reason I played football for four years.  I liked the game, and the other well-built football players, but I played so I could be near the coach, and so he would take notice of me.  I lay in bed fantasizing most nights about his hard body.  I pictured myself licking his awesome chest and working my way down to that big bulge in his shorts.  By the time I had slipped off his shirt in my dreams, my hand was on the growing mound in my boxers.  By the time my tongue touched his pecs, my hand was flying over my throbbing, oozing cock.  As soon as my lips touched his dick, my hot adolescent cum spewed from my tool to land on my sinewy chest.  I got it on with the coach every night, but only in my dreams.

My real sex life was non-existent, except for masturbation.  I was attracted to a lot of the hunks on my football team, but what could I do about it?  I could hardly go up and ask them if they’d like to make it under the bleachers after practice.  Actually, I did luck out once, shortly after I turned eighteen.  I noticed that Rob, our towel boy, gave some of us football hotties a pretty looking over as he handed us our towels after practice.  I knew he was checking out our muscular naked bodies.  Rob was no stud, but he was pretty good looking.  He had a slim build with a fair amount of muscle and he was kind of cute with his wild brown hair and sexy brown eyes.  I flirted and dropped a few subtle hints to see how he could react.

Rob approached me after practice one evening while I was hanging around outside the school.  The look in Rob’s eyes told me that he was definitely interested in what I had to offer.  For half an hour we fumbled through a difficult conversation that finally ended with Rob’s hand on my thigh.  He rubbed my leg back and forth and even got bold enough to caress the mound in my shorts.

“Not here,” I said.

“My parents are home,” said Rob.

“Mine too.”

“How about the bleachers?” asked Rob.

“Let’s go.”

The bleachers were a well-known make-out site, mainly used after ball games and on Friday and Saturday nights.  No one was likely to be hanging around on a Tuesday evening.  We crawled underneath the bleachers to a secluded spot.  Rob rubbed the muscles of my chest through my shirt.  My cock throbbed and flexed in response and I noted that his bulge enlarged by the second.  Rob groped me and brought me quickly to throbbing hardness

Rob pulled my shorts down and fondled my jock-encased equipment.  He pulled down my jock-strap and groped me.  In moments he was on his knees licking my cock and pulling the pulsing head between his lips.  I moaned as he pulled more of my shaft into his mouth and swirled his tongue around my throbbing tool.  It was the first time anyone had taken my cock into their mouth.  Rob wasn’t exactly a great cock-sucker.  In fact, I’m sure he had never done it before but I didn’t care.  All that mattered was his lips on my dick.

My intense need and Rob’s eager lips brought me quickly to the point of no return.  I moaned loudly and fired a hefty load of hot adolescent down Rob’s throat.  I held his head in place and made him swallow.  Only when I’d blasted the last spurt of my hot, sticky cream did I release the towel boy.

“I gotta go,” Rob said.  He stood and quickly departed.

That first time wasn’t the last with Rob.  He got off on servicing my football cock.  I let him blow me a few times a week and I always made him swallow my load.  He didn’t object.  I think he was eager to swallow my cum.

Rob became an increasingly talented cock sucker, but the frequent blow-jobs didn’t dull my interest in my coach.  I wanted him bad, real bad.  My intense desire and my perpetual hard-on encouraged me to throw caution to the wind.  My greatest fear was that I’d allow the whole school year slip by without getting one step closer to the object of my desires.  I had waited all these years.  I had waited long enough.  I had kept an eye on the coach.  I had seen him looking the jocks over.  I had seen some of the knowing glances that passed between him and a select few seniors and I’d seen the lust in his eyes as he gazed upon me.  It was time to put up or shut up.  I would either realize my wet dreams or crash and burn.  No matter the outcome I had to try.

I took my time in the showers on the evening I’d selected to put the moves on coach.  I lingered until most of the other players departed.  By the time I came out into the locker room almost everyone was gone.  I slipped on my boxers, an old football jersey, and a pair of shorts that showed off my equipment to advantage.  Thoughts of coach gave me a semi and I must admit that I made a pretty attractive package, at least for any guy interested in a young, cute, football hunk.  Once the locker room was deserted I walked into the coach’s office.

”What can I do for you Billy?”

Boy was that a loaded question.  Coach could do plenty for me.  Just being near his hot, muscular body was doing something for me already.  My cock began to swell in my shorts and I made no attempt to control it.

“I’ve been on your team for four years,” I said.  “I thought it was time we get to know each other better.”

Okay I know I wasn’t eloquent, but what do you expect when I was talking to the stud of my dreams with my dick getting harder by the second?

The coach glanced down at the growing bulge in my shorts.  He couldn’t miss what was going on down there.  I boldly rubbed myself while he watched.

“I’ve got something for you coach.  It’s long and hard and it wants you.”  I couldn’t believe I was so bold, but my words and actions had an effect; I wasn’t the only one with a hard, throbbing bulge in his shorts.  The air was thick with sexual tension.

“What do you say coach?  I want to taste your cock real bad.”

Coach closed the distance between us and groped my bulge.  I gazed into his sexy blue eyes as he fondled my throbbing tool.  I read the same hunger in coach’s eyes that I felt within myself.  Coach leaned down and pressed his lips to mine.  His kiss was searching and passionate.  Our lips parted for a moment and then rejoined.  Coach forced his tongue into my mouth and I surrendered to him.  My hands roamed over his wide muscular chest as we made out.  Coach wrapped his strong arms around me and pulled me closer.  He kissed me deeply as he ground his bulge against my own.

Coach led me into the locker room, stopping to lock the doors so no one would find us out.  He pulled my jersey over my head and admired my hard, hairless torso with his hands.  He leaned over and licked my flexing pecs.  Soon, he licked and kissed all over my young chest.  He sucked on my small nipples until they hardened and a chill traveled up my spine.  My cock throbbed and oozed pre-cum into my shorts.  Coach paused and pulled off his shirt, revealing the most powerful chest I had ever seen in my young life.  I had seen the coach shirtless before, but I had forgotten just how muscular and well defined he was.  Coach was a work of art.  He kept his chest shaved so it was as hairless as mine.  I kneaded the steel-like muscle of his pecs with my hands, and then dove in with my tongue.  I gave the coach’s torso the same attention he had given mine.  I whimpered with pleasure as I explored his beautiful sculpted chest.

I worked my way down to his washboard abs.  I had always been proud of my hard abdomen and muscular chest, but coach’s incredible body made me look like a child.  I ran my tongue over each granite row of muscle.   I lowered my lips to the hard mound in coach’s shorts.  Coach moaned as I teased him with my mouth.  He leaned back against the lockers and watched as I pulled his shorts down.

Coach’s jock-strap barely contained the raging monster within.  His blond pubes escaped as did one of his nuts.  I licked at the exposed nut-sac, causing coach to moan once more.    I pulled his jock-strap away and his huge tool sprang to freedom.  He was much larger than any of the guys on our team, and a couple of them were hung.  Even now his cock grew longer and harder before my eyes.  I reached out and licked the shaft.  I licked it again.  Soon, I licked coach’s tool like a kid on a lollipop.  Coach moaned, groaned and stroked my hair.

I yearned to have coach inside me.  I wrapped my lips around the head of his thick dick and drew it into my mouth.  I ran my tongue over the oozing head.  I pulled his cock further in and was surprised at how wide I had to open my mouth to accommodate his tool.  I massaged his shaft with my lips and tongue as I struggled to swallow more.

I slid my lips back up coach’s cock, teased the head with the tip of my tongue, and then pulled him in once more.  Up and down, I slid my young lips over his throbbing cock.  With one hand I stroked what I could not take in my inexperienced mouth, with the other I fondled his nuts.  Coach’s cock pulsed and throbbed.  My own cock flexed in my shorts and threatened to release its load of thick, creamy cum.  My boxers were soaked with pre-cum and a wet, sticky spot was forming on my shorts.  I felt as if I might lose control and cream my shorts at any moment.

My hunger for coach’s thick tool increased as I sucked him.  I struggled to take in more and more.  I wanted his cock buried in my throat, but my gag reflex and lack of experience kept me from my goal.  I sucked coach harder and faster as his moans filled the locker room.

Sweat ran in rivulets down my chest and back as I sucked on coach like a little bitch in heat.  My heart pounded and I struggled to draw in breath as I worshipped coach’s massive cock.

Every muscle in the coach’s body flexed and his cock grew as hard as steel.  It pulsed and throbbed with a new intensity.  Coach moaned, groaned, and filled my mouth with his hot, sticky cum.  He shot spurt after spurt of his man jizz into my willing mouth.  I swallowed fast and hard, but some escaped to run down my chin.  In the middle of coach’s orgasm my nuts churned and my tool throbbed like never before.  I moaned as I lost control and fired spurt after spurt of adolescent jizz into my shorts.  I swallowed coach’s cum as I unleashed my own.  The pleasure that ripped through my body was so intense I thought I might die, but if I did I would die happy.

Finally we had both exhausted ourselves and I leaned against coach.  He mussed my hair and then lifted me up to him.  He looked down at my cum soaked shorts.

“Don’t worry about it.  I’m sure there’s more where that came from,” he said.

Coach lifted me off the floor and sat me down on a huge pile of wrestling mats stacked in the corner.  I leaned back and watched as he grasped my hard, throbbing tool through my shorts.  In seconds I was rock-hard once more.  Coach pulled my shorts and boxers away, revealing my drooling tool for the first time.  He leaned over and took the head in his mouth.  He pulled me in effortlessly, working his lips up and down my flexing shaft.  I gasped as he swallowed my entire length, which is not inconsiderable.  I could feel his nose pressing into my pubes.  He swirled his tongue around my shaft, sending me into orbit.  Even though I had just shot a hefty load, I was ready to cut loose with another one right then and there.  I staved off the inevitable to enjoy coach’s lips as they slid up and down my hard, teen cock.

Coach pulled off my dick for only a second and then swallowed me to the hilt once more.  Over and over again he slid his lips up and down my rock-hard pole.  I squirmed, whimpered, and moaned.  I needed to nut so badly it was as if I hadn’t busted a nut in days.

Coach pulled his lips from my cock and descended onto my churning balls.  He licked my nuts and then drew first one, then the other, into his mouth.  He massaged my nuts with his lips, while his tongue caressed them.  I writhed on the mats, panting and grunting

I couldn’t hold back much longer.  My balls screamed for release and my cock throbbed with urgency.  Coach closed his lips around the head of my dick once more and sucked me in to the hilt.  He ran his lips up and down my shaft faster and faster, until his head was a blur.  The pressure in my nuts was unbearable.  I had to cut loose!

“Unh!  Unh!  Unh!  I’m gonna cum!”

I fired off shot after shot of hot, adolescent cream into coach’s mouth.  He drank down my young seed, but more and more gushed forth.  I flooded coach’s mouth with a torrent of jizz, but he lapped it all up.  I kept cumming and cumming.  I don’t think I had ever cum so much before.  Certainly not after any of my jack-off sessions, nor after any of Rob’s blow-jobs either.  Coach was remarkable.  When I thought I couldn’t stand the ecstasy of my orgasm any longer it subsided.  I fired the last shots of my jizz into coach’s mouth and lay back, gasping for breath.  My heart pounded in my chest.  I was exhausted.

Coach pulled me to him and kissed me deeply, then dressed.

“See you tomorrow Billy,” he said, then left.

I lay naked on the mats.  Yeah, I’d see him tomorrow, and every day after that.  Coach had had me now and I was certain he’d want more.  I sure wanted more of him.  I dressed and went looking for Rob.  I was already horny again and ready for some hot sex with the towel boy.

College Jock For Sale

I never let a day pass without strolling past the dorms of the local university.  The college jocks were always out playing football, soccer, and Frisbee.  They were usually shirtless, their firm young bodies gleaming with sweat, their muscles bulging with exertion.  I made it a point of walking by at the hottest time of day, hoping to catch them as undressed as possible.  A well-chiseled chest never failed to make my nuts churn and there was no sight more arousing than a shirtless college jock.

I was thirty-two, just old enough to gaze longingly at the beautiful youths with an admiration they themselves could not comprehend.  Only when ones own youth begins to fade can one truly appreciate it.  Appreciate it I did.  The mere sight of those well-built jocks gave me a throbbing hard-on that would not go away.  I tried to be subtle checking them out, just a passerby, but it wasn’t easy.  What I really wanted was to stop and stare.  I could have spent all day looking at those well-built college studs.

Despite my discretion, my wandering eyes gave me away.  I couldn’t help but stop and watch a pair of beautiful college jocks as they tossed a football back and forth.  Both had jet black hair, beautifully muscled bodies, and tight little asses that made me drool.  I daydreamed about dropping to my knees and blowing them both, right there in front of the dorms.

I turned when I heard a throat cleared behind me.  I’d been caught drooling over a couple of college studs and was uncertain about what would happen next.

My eyes widened in surprise.  I don’t know who I was expecting to find, but the young man standing before me was right out of my wet dreams.  He was a college jock himself, about nineteen, and what a babe.  He was shirtless like his buddies, but slim.  He was more smooth and firm than muscular, with a beautifully shaped chest and abdomen.  I couldn’t help but run my eyes over his tight, firm body.

“See anything you like?” he asked.

There was a slight smile on his lips and I knew he was jerking me around, but he was more amused than belligerent.  He clearly enjoyed my predicament.  I tried to act as if I wasn’t in a spot, but we both knew I’d been drooling over the hotties tossing the football.  It was hard to think, especially with such a beautiful young jock standing before me.  I couldn’t keep my eyes from roving over his body.  He didn’t fail to notice and smiled wickedly.  Just what I needed, a college jock tease.

“Yeah, I do,” I answered, looking over his firm, young body once again.  I couldn’t believe I was so bold, but he had me cornered and there was no use in denying my attraction to him.

“I’m Brad, and you are…”

“Troy.”

“You’ve been doing a lot of looking, Troy.  I was beginning to think you went to school here.”

Shit, I guess I had been more obvious than I thought.  I hadn’t seen Brad before, but he’d obviously seen me.  I smiled shyly.

“Maybe you’ve been looking at the wrong guys, Troy.  Maybe you should have been looking at me.”

I wondered what game Brad was playing.  Most likely he was playing with me, teasing me with his firm body and blond hair.  He certainly had the right tools for the job.  If I’d seen Brad before, my eyes would have been glued to his body.  The mere sight of him caused my dick to tent my shorts.  I wanted that little punk bad, but something about him frightened me.  He was so blunt and to the point that he had to be up to something.

“I like older guys,” he said.

My eyes trailed down over Brad’s body again.  I feared he was toying with me, but the mere possibility of getting my hands on his muscular little body drove me insane with lust.

“You live near here?” he asked.

“Yeah, very near.”  Could what I thought was happening really be happening?  I doubted it.  It was too good to be true.

“Have an extra room?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

“I’m losing my dorm room soon.  I can’t afford it.  I could use someplace to stay.  I’m sure we could come up with an arrangement that would benefit us both.”

So that was his game.  I began to relax.  Things began to make sense.  My worst fears evaporated.  I was being hustled and yet, not exactly hustled.  The thought of that blond babe living with me certainly had appealing aspects.  I looked him over more obviously, as if checking out merchandise.

“Maybe we can work something out, Brad.”

If it hadn’t happened to me, I don’t think I could have believed it, but there it was.   Brad walked with me to my house.  It was all so sudden, so unlike me, and yet, it was also a dream come true.  It was a little too good to be true perhaps, a college jock staying under my own roof, a college jock who was willing to pay rent with his body.  I took Brad to the extra bedroom, not far from my own.

“Nice, but like I said, I don’t have any money.  Maybe we can work something out.”

“I’m sure we can,” I said, glancing down at the bulge in his shorts.  “I’ve shown you what I’ve got, now why don’t you show me what you’ve got, Brad.”

Brad smiled wickedly.  I stepped toward him, reached out and put my hand on his chest.  His skin was so smooth, the muscle underneath so firm.  I ran my hand over his pecs and his small, erect nipples.  I drew closer, leaned down, and pressed my lips to his.  Brad kissed me passionately, his tongue entwining with mine.  My little blond college jock was full of fire.  Our lips parted.  I leaned back and gazed into his eyes.

“Consider this afternoon your security deposit,” I said.

I pushed him back on the bed and lowered my lips to his chest. I lathered every inch of his torso.  Brad whimpered as I tongued and sucked on his nipples.  He pushed my head against his chest, letting me know he wanted more.

I ran my tongue down over his chest and onto his tight abs.  I traced each row of abdominal muscle and then slipped off the bed and kneeled as my lips reached the bulge in Brad’s shorts.  I mouthed him through the thin, bright-blue material.  His cocked flexed, demanding release.

I grasped his waistband and pulled his shorts and boxers down with one swift movement.  His long, hard cock sprang to freedom, slapping hard against his six-pack.  Brad’s cock was like the rest of him—firm, slim, and smooth.  I wrapped my lips around his dick-head, tasting his sticky, sweet pre-cum.  Brad moaned as I drew more of his tool between my lips.

I worked my lips farther and farther down his tool, urged on by Brad’s ever-louder moans.  I sucked him right down to the base and held his cock encased within my warm, wet mouth.  Brad moaned, whimpered, and writhed on the bed.

I ran my lips back up his dick, letting my tongue wander and explore then swallowed his throbbing pole once more.  Brad had one tasty piece of meat.  I worked Brad into a throbbing, writhing mass of ecstasy.  I took him right to the edge, then let his cock escape from my lips with a pop.

I licked his nuts, then drew one of his balls between into my mouth.  It was heavy with college-jock cream.  I gave the other the same treatment, and then took them both in at once.  Brad moaned and groaned with the desperate need to cum.

I engulfed his tool once more.  My lips traveled up and down his throbbing pole only twice before Brad blew his load.  He moaned louder than ever, whimpered and shot his creamy cum between my lips.

Brad’s cream was tasty and sweet.  I lapped it up and sucked him for more.  More is what I got, that jock sure could cum!  His cock throbbed and flexed as jet after jet of his hot boy juice shot from his pole.  Brad spewed spurt after spurt of his sticky spunk between my lips.  I swallowed every spurt and sucked him for more.

Brad fired his last shot and I reluctantly pulled my lips from his dick.  I wasn’t eager to let loose of his college jock meat, especially since it remained hard.

“You like to fuck?” I asked.

“I like it fine, as long as I’m doing the fucking.”

I smiled.  I tossed Brad a condom and stripped.  As soon as I was naked, Brad shoved me over the edge of the bed, kneeled down behind me, and slid his dick up my ass.  I groaned with pleasure and pain.

Brad impaled me.  He didn’t stop until he was all the way in.  His pubes crushed against my butt-cheeks.

“Mmmm, you’re so nice and tight,” he moaned.

Brad pulled his cock nearly free of my ass, and then pushed it in again, increasing the force and speed.  He withdrew then shoved his cock in to the hilt, withdrew it, and then impaled me once more.  Every thrust was harder than the one before.  Brad rammed me using his entire body to penetrate me as deeply as possible.  It was almost more than I could stand, but the very thought of being used like a bitch by that college jock was enough to allow me to endure the pain that came with the pleasure.

Brad shoved me down and slammed his rock-hard cock into me over and over.  He held me down and used me for his pleasure.  I don’t think I could have stopped him had I wanted to, but I didn’t want him to stop.  I closed my eyes and indulged in a secret fantasy of mine, a fantasy of a young, hot stud using me against my will.  I moaned and groaned with the pleasure of being used as a hole to fuck.

I tried to maintain control, but Brad’s assault on my ass was too much.  I groaned, my eyes rolled up into my head, and I fired my creamy load into the covers.

Brad pounded my hole without mercy as hot, thick spurts of creamy cum spewed from the head of my dick.  My moans and groaned filled the room as I experienced the most intense orgasm of my life.

Brad’s sweat slicked torso slid over my back and he impaled me with his throbbing shaft.  His hot breath fell on my neck as he gasped for air.  He pounded my hole harder and harder, threw his head back, and moaned at the top of his lungs.

His cock throbbed and flexed inside me as he spewed into my ass.  Brad fired his college jock spunk deep, deep within me.  He planted his seed, making me his.  He thrust hard with each thick spurt, as if pounding his spunk into me.  Brad kept cumming and cumming as his moans and groans drowned out my own.

At last Brad pulled his cock from my well-used hole and lay on his back beside me, gasping for breath, gleaming with sweat.  He turned his head and gazed at me with a cocky grin.

“So, we have a deal?” he asked.

“Get your things,” I said.  “You’re moving in today.”

Cousin Billy’s Button-Fly Jeans

I’d had a hard one for my cousin Billy since the first stirrings of puberty. Cousin Billy was only a year older than me, but he was an incredible athlete and had the looks and body of a Greek god. He came over to the house on weekends to play football, basketball, or baseball with my three younger brothers and me.  I didn’t care what game we played, as long as I could be near Billy and watch his magnificent body in action.  When I was younger I had a kind of hero-worship for Billy, but once puberty hit my feelings for him deepened into something more.

In the summer of my eighteenth year Billy moved in with us to help with our small farm while Dad worked at the factory in town.  Billy rarely wore a shirt and that was more than okay with me. When my brothers and I pitched in, we stripped off our shirts and tried to keep up with his tremendous pace.  I was the only one who could come even close.  I might have kept up with Billy better if I hadn’t spent so much time stealing glances of his flexing pecs, bulging biceps, and tight jeans.  Billy wore button-fly jeans that were barely able to contain his bulging equipment.  I had never seen Billy naked, but I could tell he was hiding something impressive.  Every time I stole a look at his bugle it made my own grow larger.

One of my favorite activities was wrestling with Billy and my brothers out in the fields.  I enjoyed wrestling my brothers, but wresting with Billy was a whole other experience.  It was my chance to get a feel of his hard biceps, muscular chest, and, when I was feeling especially daring and the opportunity presented itself, his hot, hot ass.  Billy’s bulge seemed to grow when he wrestled with me.  I was likely imagining it, but my own bulge grew in size for sure.

Billy lived down in the basement where we stored our weights, sports equipment, and bikes. I’d spent a fair amount of time down there working out before Billy moved in, but after I was much more dedicated to working out.  I’m sure you can guess why.

Billy’s body was an enticing sight when he worked, but even more so when he worked out.  Watching his chest and arms bulge as he strained against the weights made me breathe harder and yearn to touch him.  I knew it was forbidden for more reasons than one, but I not control my youthful lust.

One afternoon I heard the shower running as I entered the basement.  Moments later, Billy emerged naked and wet.  I couldn’t’ help but stare.  Cousin Billy was packing the biggest piece of meat I had ever seen!   He wasn’t even hard and it must have been seven inches long!  And thick too!  I had always been proud of my dick, it was a good seven-and-a-half inches when stiff, but Billy was nearly that long soft.  I wandered how big he would get when he had an erection.  My cock stirred in my shorts and my nuts ached with longing.

I grabbed a pair of dumbbells and began to do curls so I wouldn’t stand and gawk.  Billy dried off, but made no move to dress as he talked and I worked out.  My cock continued to grow and my nuts ached so bad I nearly had a case of blue-balls.

I lay back on the bench to do bench presses, but mostly I had to get my eyes off Billy.  If I didn’t I was going to do something I was sure I’d be sorry for later.

Billy stepped behind me, still naked, to spot me.  His massive dick hung down mere inches above my face as I tried pumped out bench presses.  It was difficult to concentrate.  I yearned to lean up and pull Billy’s cock between my lips.  My own cock was stiff and throbbing in my shorts.  There is no way Billy could miss it.  I wasn’t hung like a horse like my cousin, but I was hung.

Nothing happened between us, except in my dreams.  After Billy dressed and went out I pulled out my cock and stroking my long, thick dick while picturing Cousin Billy’s naked body, and particularly his huge horse cock, in my mind.  A few quick strokes was all it took to send me over the edge.  I whimpered and my hot adolescent cum flew all over the weight bench.  My orgasm was intense, but my balls still ached for Billy.

Most nights after dinner we all sat in the living room to talk or watch television. On one of those nights I discovered something about my cousin.  I watched out of the corner of my eye as Billy unbuttoned the top couple of buttons on his fly.  I could see his naked skin and a hint of dark pubic hair.  He didn’t wear underwear!  I had never heard of such a thing.  I checked him out whenever I got a chance after that.  Not once did I see him wearing boxers or briefs.  After that I stopped wearing underwear too.  Feeling my balls dangle loose made me feel sexy and daring.

One night when only Billy, my brothers, and I were in the house I screwed up my courage and asked him why he didn’t wear any underwear.  His top two buttons were unfastened again.  He squeezed his legs together and the head of his dick poked out.

"That's why" he said and laughed.

I laughed too, but I didn’t know exactly why.  Later that night I found out the answer to my question.  I wandered down into the basement.  There was cousin Billy clad only in his button-fly jeans.  I joined him on the old couch and we talked about sex, girls, sex, growing up, and sex, the kind of stuff we never talked about around the rest of the family.

I reminded Billy about my underwear question and admitted I didn't understand his answer.  He unbuttoned the rest of his fly. His huge cock sprang to freedom and began to flex and harden.  Billy pulled out his nuts too and let them hang free.

"It feels better this way.  Go on, feel it," he said.

I didn't know if he meant for me to pull my tool out of my fly or to reach up and feel his. I wanted more than anything to do the latter, but thought it safer to do the former.  I started to unzip my jeans.

“Later” he said, stopping me by placing his hand on mine.  He guided my hand to his dick.

“Go ahead, feel it.”

He had no idea how badly I wanted to do just that.  Then again, maybe he did.  Maybe he’d read the lust in my eyes.  I groped his huge tool and it throbbed and lengthened.  Billy watched me as I fondled his cock.  I couldn’t believe Cousin Billy let me touch his dick, but I wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity!  His cock was hard, yet smooth and soft.  It reacted to my touch, flexing and growing until it was so big I almost couldn’t believe it.  Pre-cum oozed from the head.

"Go ahead.  Lick it.”

My own cock throbbed and pressed against my zipper as I slid off the couch and knelt on my knees in front of Billy.  He looked so magnificent sitting there, a Greek athlete come to life.  I leaned in, extended my tongue, and licked his hard shaft.  From that first instant I was hooked.  I licked cousin Billy’s big tool like a kid on a lollipop, but I was no kid and my cousin’s enormous cock was no lollipop.  It was better—much, much better.

"Take it in your mouth."

I wrapped my lips around the mushroom head.  Billy took my head in his hands and slowly pushed me up and down on his cock.  He released my head and I sucked on his tool without guidance.  I scraped him a little with my teeth once, but quickly figured out how to hold my lips over my teeth to keep from doing it again.  I couldn’t begin to swallow all of Cousin Billy’s cock, which had to be over nine inches, but I did my best to swallow as much as I could.

I couldn’t believe I was actually sucking cock!  I had fantasized about it a lot, a whole lot, but I never thought I’d really get to do it, especially with cousin Billy.  I sucked his long, hard pole like a greedy calf.  What I lacked in expertise I more than made up for in enthusiasm.  Billy must have been worried that I’d suck his dick right off, but he just lay back and let me go at it while he moaned and groaned with pleasure.  I looked up from time to time to feast my eyes on his beautiful face and form.  His powerful muscles flexed and tensed as he squirmed on the couch.  The sight of his magnificent body set me on fire with lust.

Billy moaned louder and whimpers of delight escaped from his lips.  Suddenly, his cock throbbed hard and fast.

“Unh!  Unh! Unh!  I’m gonna cum!”

I pulled my lips from Cousin Billy’s cock at the last second.  I watched in fascination as his cum shot out, spewing all over my face and shirt.  Billy unloaded his nuts on me.  Spurt after thick spurt jetted from his dick.  The sight of him cumming was so hot I nearly shot a load in my jeans.

“You’re a mess,” said Billy, then grinned.

He reached down, pulled my shirt over my head, and used it to wipe his cum off my face.  I could feel what remained drying on my skin.  It burned slightly, but even the slight pain was sexy.

Billy dumped my shirt into the washer to erase the evidence.  As the shirt did its thing in the washer, I felt like a new man.  Sitting shirtless with my cousin Billy made me feel masculine and live.  I grinned.  I had sucked my first cock and it was the most incredible experience of my life.

Billy kicked his jeans away and stood before me totally naked.  I allowed my eyes to rove all over his body.  If I had a body like his I think I would have ran around naked all the time.  I was still wearing my jeans.  My cock was rock-hard and its outline was clearly visible.  Billy sat down beside me and wrapped his arms around me.  My cock throbbed and flexed in my pants.

Billy leaned over and kissed me.  Our lips parted and his tongue slid into my mouth.  I shot my tongue between his lips and we made for several long minutes while I grew increasingly horny.  Billy rubbed the hard mound in my jeans and I moaned into his mouth.

“Billy, stop.  It feels so good, but I’m gonna cum if you keep it up.”

“I’m sure you have plenty hot, sticky jizz to spare.”

Billy fondled and groped my cock though my jeans while we made out with feverish need.  He nibbled my ears and chewed on my neck.  I mimicked his moves and was rewarded with moans and groans of pleasure from Billy’s lips.  I licked my way down his neck and onto this magnificent chest.  I ran my tongue all over Billy’s muscular pecs and sucked on his nipples.

Billy pulled my face to his and buried his tongue in my mouth once more.  His fingers never left my hard, throbbing cock.  My nuts churned, my shaft throbbed, and my cock exploded into spasms of pure joy.  I moaned as I spewed a hot load of adolescent cream into my jeans.  I whimpered and groaned in ecstasy as each hot spurt of cum soaked my jeans.

We did not pause.  Billy explored my young body with hands, lips, and tongue.  He groped my ass, causing my cock to throb and harden all over again.

Billy dropped to his knees in front of me and unzipped my jeans.  My flexing cock sprang to freedom.  Billy tossed my cum soaked jeans into the wash and stroked my young cock.  In seconds I was at the height, or should I say length, of my glory.  Billy leaned over and pulled my tool between his lips.  His mouth was wet, warm, and wonderful.  Cousin Billy sure knew how to suck cock.  Not that I had anything to compare it to, but he created feelings in my young body that I had never experienced before.  I was oozing a steady stream of pre-cum in no time at all and moaning and groaning too loudly.  I writhed on the couch in sensual bliss as my need to bust a nut grew exponentially.

“Billy, I’m gonna cum!” I warned.

Billy kept right on sucking my big dick.  He sucked it for all he was worth.  Hot adolescent cum erupted from my cock like lava from a volcano.  I shot my wad over Billy’s tongue and down his throat.  He swallowed as the next wave hit.  I fired shot after shot of my young jizz into Billy’s mouth.  He lapped it all up and sucked me for more.  I gave him more and more, until I had nothing left to give.  I collapsed, my chest heaving.  I was exhausted and aglow with hot male-to-male sex.

I learned a lot that night. When it was time for me to go back upstairs and crawl into my own bed, Cousin Billy brought out a plain brown bag and handed it to me.  I reached inside and pulled out a pair of button fly jeans.  I hugged Billy and kissed him.  The next day I started wearing my new jeans and from that moment refused wear any other kind.

Billy moved away after that summer, but I never forgot the summer that my cousin introduced me to button-fly jeans and man-on-man sex.

Desire to be Dominated

I gazed with longing at the shirtless college boys playing volleyball.  Their youthful, firm bodies glistened with sweat.  Their smooth chests, ridged stomachs, and bulging shorts made my cock throb in my jeans.  Was it really nearly twenty years since I'd been one of them?  Was I ever that young and beautiful?

I kept myself in shape, but a fit thirty-eight-year old isn't the same as a built twenty-one-year old.  I felt a pang of hunger that had nothing to do with food as I watched those young gods flex their muscles.  They were not much more than half my age and I yearned for them.  I had a burning desire to submit to them, and do anything they wanted.

I knew I was watching too openly, but a part of me wanted to be noticed.  A part of me wanted them to come over and give me a hard time.  Maybe they'd call me "faggot."  Maybe they'd even push me around as I impotently tried to escape.  Perhaps they'd even beat me, their youthful muscles bulging.  They would dominate me and I'd be powerless to stop them.

The thoughts rolling around in my head made my cock throb and ooze pre-cum.  I almost didn't notice that one of the young gods had left the game and was walking toward me.  He had black hair, blue eyes, and a hard chiseled body.  He was a good four inches taller than my 5'10" and far more muscular.  He was gorgeous, but intimidating.  His expression was one of youthful arrogance.  I'd been fantasizing about being pushed around by young college jocks, but now that one was approaching, I trembled slightly with fear.  Only my throbbing cock was unafraid.

"I've seen you before," said the young hunk.  "You come here a lot to… watch, don't you?"

"Yes," I said, afraid to say more.  He looked as if he were thinking about kicking my ass, and I knew he could do it with ease.

"I'm Heath."

"Andy."

Heath stared straight into my eyes, skewering me with his gaze.  I couldn't endure his stare.  I was forced to look away.  He smiled.  My eyes fell to the sweat trickling down his bare, muscular chest.  I involuntarily licked my lips at the sight of his hard muscles and small erect nipples.  His well-defined abs made me want to sink to my knees and worship them with my tongue.  The smirk on Heath’s face told me he knew exactly what I was thinking.

"You want me bad, don't you, fag?"

When the word "fag" issued from his lips my cock throbbed.  I stood in fear and arousal.  Hearing that young stud call me "fag" was as much of a turn on as his muscular body.

"Yes," I said meekly.

"You want this, don't you, faggot?" he said, rubbing the sizable mound in his shorts.  "You want to suck it."

"Oh god yes!" I said, through clinched teeth.

"You'll be my little bitch, won't you?"

"I'll do anything," I told him, and I meant it.  He smiled wickly, nearly made me cream my jeans.

Heath's dominating personality took me captive.  Half an hour later, I was in Heath's dorm room, on my knees, gazing up at him.  He towered over me; so beautiful and built I wanted to die for him.  The bulge in his shorts was at eye level.  I could see his hard cock throbbing through the material.  I licked my lips.

"Tell me how bad you want it, fag."

"I need it.  I want to suck it and swallow your cum.  Please, I want your long, hard cock between my lips.  I want to make you feel good."

"You're pathetic old man, on your knees begging for dick.  I should fuck you up instead of giving you the privilege of sucking my cock."

I was humiliated, but also turned on like never before.  Heath slowly slid down his shorts, then his boxers.  His long, hard cock sprang free, slapping against his tight abs.

"Suck it, bitch."

I wrapped my lips around the head of his dick, tasting his sweet pre-cum.  I sighed with pure pleasure, reveling in the opportunity to suck young, college cock.  Heath pulled his dick from my lips almost before I'd started and slapped me hard in the face with it.  He cock-whipped me and then shoved it back in my mouth.

"Suck it, bitch.  You know you were made to suck dick.  Worship my cock, fag."

I slid my lips further and further done Health’s thick, throbbing shaft.  I tried to swallow him whole, but his cock was so enormous I couldn’t manage it.  Heath grabbed my head and forced the rest of his cock down my throat.  He pulled it nearly free, then force me to take it again.  When he released me I worshipped his cock with my lips and tongue.  I was desperate for his dick.  I couldn’t get enough.

“Here it comes, faggot.  Swallow my nut.  Unh!  Unh!  Unh!”

Heath moaned with the ecstasy of release.  His cock throbbed harder than ever and spewed a deluge of creamy cum between my lips.  I sucked and slurped on his cock as spurt after spurt spewed over my tongue.  Heath fucked my face and unloaded his nuts.

Heath pulled his cock from my lips and plastered my face with the last spurt of his cum then smacked me hard in the face with his still-stiff tool.  He stood over me, his chest heaving, his breath coming hard and fast.  I kneeled before him.  I was addicted to his cock.  I knew at that moment I’d do anything that young god desired.

Heath grabbed my shirt, lifted me off the floor, and threw me down on the bed.  He roughly pulled my shirt over my head.  He jerked my jeans and boxers down, leaving me naked and vulnerable.  He pushed me onto my stomach.  I could hear him opening a condom and squirting out lube.  I knew what was coming and I wanted it more than anything.  Heath lowered himself upon me, his cock pressed into my crack.  My hole itched to feel his hard, young tool deep inside.  Heath lowered his lips to my ear and whispered.

"I'm going to breed you, bitch.  I'm going to fuck your faggot ass like it's never been fucked before."

I moaned at his words.  He pressed the head of his cock against my hole and pushed his entire cock up my ass with one slow, long fuck.  I yelped and moaned with the exquisite pain, tinged with pleasure.  Heath buried his cock in my hole and then kept in deep while he fucked with short thrusts, probing me in places no one had before.

"Like that, bitch?"

"Oh yes!"

"Want more?"

"Yes please, please!"

He pulled his cock nearly free of my ass and buried it to the hilt.  His balls slapped against my ass cheeks as he impaled me with his cock.  He pulled back until his dick-head was barely in my ass, then shoved his pole in balls deep.

"Take it, fag!  You wanted it, now take it!"

Heath fucked me hard and fast.  He moaned, panted, and sweat.  I moaned and groaned as I lay trapped beneath him.  I was nothing more to him than a hole to fuck and he took full advantage.  The weight of his muscular body pressing down upon me turned me on like mad as did the knowledge that I could not stop him even if I desired to do so.  I knew Heath would hold me down and use me until he was finished with me.  I was his fuck toy.

I whimpered and moaned.

“Yeah, you like being used.  Don’t you, you fucking faggot?  I should make you my whore and sell your hole, but I think I’d rather keep you all to myself.”

Heath drove his cock into me like a pile driver.

"Oh fuck, I need to cum," I moaned.

"Don't you do it, bitch!  I own you.  You don't cum until I say you can.  You cum without permission and I'll fuck you up."

His very words just about made me lose control.  I fought to rein in my aching nuts and throbbing cock.  I needed to cum so bad I couldn't stand it.  I needed to release the tension in my churning nuts.  It hurt so good.

"Please!" I begged.  "I've got to cum!  Please!"

"Shut up, faggot!" he said, smacking me in the back of the head.  "You cum when I say, not before."

Heath plunged his steel-hard cock in my hole over and over.  His muscular body pressed down upon me.  I was in heaven.

Heath ripped his cock from my ass and forced me onto my back.  He was hot and sweaty and beautiful I wanted to lick him all over.  He pulled my legs over his broad shoulders and positioned his cock against my hungry hole.

"I want to watch you while I fuck your tight ass, bitch," he told me, then sank his cock in to the hilt.

I moaned and my face contorted in ecstasy.  An expression of pure pleasure crossed Heath’s handsome features.  I moaned and groaned as he used my hole and fought to hold off my orgasm.

"You like it, don't you, bitch?  You like a guy half your age using your ass."

"Yes!" I told him.

"You like being used, don't you?  I bet the worse I treat you, the more you'll love it.  Isn't that right, faggot?"

"Oh god, yes!"

Heath grabbed my wrists and held them above my head.  He leaned into me, shoving his dick in as far as it would go.

"I'm gonna breed you, bitch, and when I'm done, you're gonna come back for more.  I have some friends and they're all gonna fuck your faggot ass.  You're gonna be our little whore, aren't you?"

"Yes!  I'll do anything."

"I know you will.  You can’t wait to suck all that college cock can you?"

"No, I can't wait," I almost shouted.

"I'm serious, faggot.  You belong to me now.  You're me little bitch-whore.  My friends are gonna use you, just like me.  You're gonna suck their cocks and take their loads.  They're gonna breed you.  You're gonna be our bitch from now on."

"Yes sir!" I said.  I hoped he wasn't kidding.  I had a feeling he was not.

"Yeah, you love that shit, don't you, fag?"

"Oh yes!  Oh fuck, I need to cum!"

"Do it and you lose it all.  Cum and it's all over, no college cock for you."

"Please let me cum," I begged.

Heath smiled at me cruelly.

"You heard me, bitch!"

He fucked me harder than ever.  I needed to blow my load so bad I cried out in frustration.  I thought my nuts were going to explode.  I was in agony and Heath knew it.  He fucked my ass as he watched me squirm with the need to bust a nut.  I fought with everything I had to keep from blowing.  It took every ounce of control I could muster.  It was pure torture.  The pleasure had become so exquisite that it had turned to pain.

"I'm gonna shoot my load in you," said Heath.  "Get ready for it.  I'm gonna… gonna… Unh! Unh! Unh!"

Heath rammed his cock into my ass as he blew his load.  I cried out with the effort of holding back my own orgasm.  Tears flowed from my eyes.  I could feel Heath's cock throb in my ass as he pumped his load into me.  Heath moaned and groaned as he filled me with his spunk.  With one last, loud grunt he shot his final spurt and pulled his cock from my ass.

He started down at my rock hard cock, oozing a stream of pre-cum.  He reached down and grasped it.

"You don't cum until I say.  You cum before that and you've had your last college cock.  No dicks to suck, no young hunks to use you and plow your ass."

He began to stroke me, his hand moving up and down on my slick cock.  I couldn't stand it.  My nuts were boiling.

"Please let me cum," I begged.

"No."

"Please, oh fuck, please."

Heath glared at me cruelly.  I moaned, whimpered, and groaned.  My freshly fucked ass felt so good.  Heath was so fucking hot.  I knew if I didn't get to cum soon I'd die.

"Please!  I'm begging you!  Please let me cum!"  His fist on my dick was agonizing.  More pre-cum was flowing from my dick than ever before.

"Hold it," he said.  "Hold it."

I fought to maintain control.  I don't know how I'd held it for so long.  I didn't know how I could hold it for another second.

"Hold it," he said as he stroked me.  "Hold it.  Hold it.  Now!"

As soon as he said "now" I blew.  Spurt after thick spurt of cum spewed from my cock to splatter on Heath’s chest.  I blew like I was eighteen again.  My eyes rolled back in my head and everything went black.  I kept cumming and cumming.  I spewed hot spunk everywhere.  I felt like I could cum forever.  I kept pumping out more and more.  I cried out and moaned.  It was the most intense orgasm of my entire life.

"Fuck dude!" said Heath.

The release was intense.  When I shot the last of my load, I lay exhausted.  It was beyond belief.

As I dressed, Heath gave me instructions to come back to his dorm room on Friday night.  He was going to invite a couple of friends over and I'd be the entertainment.  The thought of being used by three young, horny college studs just about made me cum again.  My time with Heath had been then most intensely pleasurable in my life.  I couldn't wait to be dominated by three young hunks all at once.  I'd had a taste of being controlled and it only increased my desire to be dominated.

Dick on the Mississippi

I can still clearly recall growing up on the banks of the Mississippi river.  It was a wonderful, wild place for a boy.  The rough, outdoor life I led shaped my boy’s physique into the fine, muscular build of a young man.  I was constantly climbing, running, swimming and exerting myself at all hours of the day and night.  I never once entered a gym or touched a set of weights, and yet I ended up with a hard, well-muscled body that most guys would have given anything to possess.  Everything I gained came from the outdoors.  Even my brown hair was so beached by the sun it appeared blond in all but the winter months.

I never gave much thought to my own body, except when my dick hardened, which happened quite a lot.  I was eighteen and horny as hell.  I hadn’t taken much interest in sex before, but now I made up for lost time.  I was the master of jerking off.  I liked nothing better than to lay in the hot sun, stroking my throbbing, flexing cock, while sweat poured off my firm, young body.  I could cum as quick as I wanted, or make it last and last.  Sometimes, I edged for hours and when I finally spewed my thick, creamy load I shot all over my naked chest and sometimes even as far as my face.  I was one horny boy!

My newfound interest in young men had one obvious target.  Ever since I could remember, Justin had been my closest friend.  He was a lot like me, but even wilder and more outgoing, and that’s saying quite a bit.  He even looked quite a bit like me, except he was just a little taller and a little better built.  We were inseparable.  We thought of ourselves as Tom and Huck, a natural comparison since we lived on the banks of the Mississippi and lived much the same lives as our fictional counterparts.  We lived in a later time, and in Mississippi instead of Missouri, but there were few other differences.  Justin was Huck and I was Tom.  I guess there was one other difference, this Tom cared nothing for Becky, he had his eye on Huck.

I was an outgoing eighteen-year-old, but still I wasn’t sure about how to get what I wanted from my best friend.  Our relationship grew increasingly hard on me.  I wanted Justin desperately, but I didn’t know how to approach him.  The hot, sweaty, summer days I spent with him acquired a keen, almost torturous edge.  Every time I gazed at his straining biceps, hard muscular chest, or six-pack abdomen it sent a wave of desire through my young body.  My cock twitched in my jeans and my nuts ached with a hefty load of boy-juice.  I feasted my eyes on Justin’s beautiful body as we ran through the woods, swam in the river, and did the hundred other things that filled our summer days.

One thing we did quite often brought me some relief.  We were both horny eighteen-year-old boys, in our sexual prime, so at least once a day we jerked off together.  One of us would notice the other was sporting a boner, point it out, and soon our dicks were out.  We stroked ourselves, moaning with pleasure, right there in the woods or on the banks of the river.  We stripped completely naked, which didn’t take long since neither of us ever wore a shirt.  I always stole glances of Justin’s muscular body and thick, hard meat as he ran his hand up and down the long shaft.  I dreamed about exploring him from head to toe with my hands and tongue.

I longed to reach over and replace his hand with my own.  I actually started to do it quite a few times, but I never had the balls to complete the action.   Instead I beat my meat all the harder and soon spewed my thick, creamy load everywhere.  Justin was never far behind.  I loved watching him shoot long, white strands of his teen cum all over his chest, on the grass, or right into the Mississippi.  Justin shot a big fucking load.

No matter how often I go my rocks off, my lust for my best friend did not lessen.  The sexual tension in my nuts drove me out of my mind with desperate need.  I was tormented by lust.

The dam finally burst as we wrestled one day in a bright, steaming hot clearing in the middle of the forest.  The sun beat down on us mercilessly and our hard, young bodies were so slick with perspiration it was hard to get a good hold.  Our hands slipped on sweat-slicked muscle and sometimes ended up in unintended places.  Our muscles bulged and flexed as we struggled for control.  Running my hands over Justin’s flexing, bulging pecs, biceps, and abs made my cock throb and my nuts ache with desperate need.

I used the slippery sweat as an excuse to let my hands wander.  My mind was more on exploring as much of Justin’s hot bod as possible instead of wrestling.  My lack of concentration cost me.  Justin pinned me.  He held my hands held securely above my head.  His weight on my crotch made movement impossible.  Well, not all movement was impossible.  My dick flexed in my shorts and I knew Justin could feel my cock pressing against his ass

“Give!” he yelled.

“I give!  You win!”

Justin smiled in triumph.  He released my arms, but did not get up.  He sat on my crotch and gazed into my eyes as our chests heaved and we gasped for breath.  My cock was hard as a rock and out of control.  It throbbed and flexed as if it was fighting to get out of my shorts.

Justin’s face was flushed, his heaving torso slick with sweat.  The bulge in his shorts beckoned to me.  I couldn’t help myself.  I ran my hand up his thigh and across the bulge in his shorts.

Justin’s dick flexed and hardened as I groped him.  I leaned up and pushed him back onto the grass.  Justin’s sexy eyes were upon me as I un-buttoned his shorts and pulled them down, revealing his long, thick boy-meat.  I reach in, grasped his throbbing cock, and ran my hand up and down the hard, hot shaft.  Justin moaned.

Neither of us said a word.  I didn’t know how much Justin would permit, but I was determined to take it as far as I possibly could.

Justin’s cock throbbed and flexed in my hand.  Pre-cum oozed from the head and little whimpers of pleasure escaped from his lips.  He was worked up and in need.  Now was the time to go for it.  I removed my hand, leaned forward, and encircled Justin’s thick dick-head with my lips.

Justin groaned loudly.  I ran my tongue around Justin’s dick-head, making him moan with delight.  I reveled in the musky, tangy, sweet taste of his pre-cum and lapped it up.

I was greedy for his dick.  Inch after inch disappeared into my mouth.  I ran my tongue all over the pulsing shaft and massaged it with my lips.  I couldn’t get enough of Justin’s tasty boy-meat.

More and more of Justin’s throbbing cock slipped past my lips until I had taken it all.  My lips were wrapped around the base and my nose was buried in Justin’s pubes.

I ran my lips back up his shaft until I was once again at the head.  I massaged his dick-head, then swallowed the shaft again.  I sucked him slow and deep, then fast and hard.  I devoured his tool.

Justin writhed, moaned, and groaned on the grass.  When I sensed he was close to blowing his load I pulled my lips from his dick, lathered his nuts with my tongue and pulled them into my mouth.  Justin moaned and squirmed as I sucked on his nuts.  His breath came hard and fast and then suddenly Justin pushed me away and shoved me onto my back.

He unbuttoned my shorts and jerked them down.  My rock-hard, oozing cock slapped against my stomach.  Justin slowly stroked my cock as he gazed into my eyes.  Pre-cum instantly oozed from the head and my cock throbbed with need.

Justin pulled my legs over his shoulders and placed his pre-cum slicked dick-head against my ass.  He gazed into my eyes, silently seeking permission.  I nodded.  I wanted him inside me.  I needed to be fucked.

Justin pressed against me and the head of his dick slipped in my virgin hole.  I yelped in pain and Justin froze.  Justin held himself poised above me as I forced myself to relax.  I nodded and Justin ever so slowly slid his young, hard cock into my ass.  I whimpered, grunted, and squirmed, but the pain was already beginning to mix with pleasure.  I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensation of Justin’s long, thick tool sliding up my tight boy pussy.  I could actually feel his cock throb as it probed deeper and deeper into my hole.  I was torn between begging Justin to pull his cock from my ass and asking him to fuck me like a bitch.  I felt Justin’s pubes crush against my ass and his nuts slap against me.  He was in, all the way in.  I moaned even as a tear slipped down my cheek.

Justin held perfectly still with his cock buried in my ass.  I opened my eyes and Justin gazed into them as he drew his dick back out of my ass.  Justin didn’t let his dick escape, but impaled me with it once more as he gazed into my eyes.  My grunts turned into moans and groans as Justin began to fuck me harder.  Justin buried his tool in my ass, held it there for a moment then drew it back out yet again.

Justin and I became lost in the fuck.  He fucked me harder and harder and I urged him on with my moans.  I pressed back against him, seeking maximum penetration.  I wanted every bit of his thick dick up my ass.

Justin panted and moaned as he fucked my hole.  Sweat ran down his torso.  His abs, pecs, and biceps strained and flexed as he pounded his throbbing pole deep inside me.  Justin pounded me without mercy.  He rammed me, totally out of control.

“Yeah!  Fuck me!  Fuck me as hard as you can!”

My cock was rock-hard and drooling pre-cum.  My nuts churned with a heavy load of cream.  I cried out with my intense need to bust my nut.  I didn’t dare touch my cock.  If I did so I’d totally lose control.

Justin kept fucking and fucking.  He gasped for breath, his face was flushed with effort, but he didn’t slack off one bit.  I think he would have killed himself fucking my tight little ass if that’s what it took.

I drank in Justin’s beauty as he pounded me.  I reveled in every feeling, every sensation in my ass, my cock, and my aching nuts.  My entire body was attuned to being used as a hole to fuck.

Justin fucked me harder than ever.  His moans filled the air.  My nuts churned like crazy and my cock throbbed like never before. I howled like a wild boy and blew my load.  Thick jets of pure white cream flew high in the air and rained down on my abs, my chest, and my chin.  I blasted spurt after spurt of hot spunk all over my hot, hard body.  A few thick, juicy spurts plastered Justin’s chest and abs.  I kept spewing and spewing more and more spunk.  I howled, moaned, and whimpered with pleasure.

My cock jerked and throbbed with each spurt.  I never touched it once, but it went off like a shotgun.  I blasted my thick creamy load everywhere!  The last spurt spewed from my dick and I released a loud, contented sigh.  I was covered in my own jizz.  My thick, creamy boy-juice mixed with Justin’s sweat and ran down over his chest and abs.

Justin rammed my ass.  I don’t think anyone had ever been fucked so hard before.  He jammed his dick balls and cut loose.

“Unh! Unh! Oh my god!  Oh fuck! Fuck!  Fuck!  FUCK!”

Justin’s cock throbbed and flexed as he spewed his load deep within my ass.  He spewed spurt after spurt of his thick, creamy spunk inside me.  He kept cumming, more and more until I thought my tight little ass couldn’t possibly hold it all.  Justin howled at the top of his lungs as he spewed his very last spurt and then fell on top of me, his chest heaving.  We were both exhausted and content as we never had been before. I knew we had added a new dimension to our friendship that would bring us both intense pleasure for years to come.  Now our life on the Mississippi would be hot and steamy as never before.

Doing My Brother’s Best Friend

I was a twenty-three year old virgin and still living at home with my parents and little brother.  The living situation wasn’t as bad as it might seem; my parents were gone most of the time and at eighteen, my little brother wasn’t around all that much either.  I usually had the place to myself, so why move out?

My virginity was as bad as it seemed.  I was not a virgin by choice.  I was more than ready to get it on.  My problem was finding someone to get it on with.  I had known since high school that I was into guys so my options were extremely limited.  My nuts churned with desperate need.  My only outlet was jerking off and that just didn’t cut it.

Don’t get me wrong.  I love blasting my thick, juicy load all over my muscular chest after stroking my tool for the better part of an hour.  It’s just that whacking off isn’t a great substitute a thick, throbbing dick between my lips.  I longed to suck cock.  I fantasized about it constantly and dreamed about it nightly.  I wanted dick so bad I could practically taste it.  My little brother was even starting to look good and indeed he was sexy as fuck, but Josh was my brother.  I didn’t feel tight about putting the moves on him and what if he told our parents?  As tempted as I was at times by his hot bod and big, thick dick I kept my hands to myself.

Most of Josh’s friends were jailbait and luckily not that hot so I wasn’t tempted (much) even in my state of desperate need.  Parker was the exception to the rule.  The first time I laid eyes on him my cock twitched and flexed in my jeans.  The boy was gorgeous; blond hair, green eyes, a face that was so handsome it was beautiful, and a tight, muscular build.  The bulge in his jeans was promising too.  Best of all he was eighteen and legal. Just looking at him made me weak in the knees.  I had an overpowering desire to kiss him on the lips, right in front of my brother.

The day after I met Parker he called.  I told him Josh wasn’t home.  He asked about my parents and I told him they weren’t home either.  He asked if he could come over.  I said “sure,” but had no idea why he wanted to come over when Josh wasn’t around.  Shortly after I hung up, it hit me, but no… it couldn’t be true.  Parker wasn’t hot for me.  More likely he’d noticed me checking him out and was going to jump on me for it.

My heart pounded in my chest as I waited for Parker to arrive.  I trembled slightly with fear, but more so with desire.  My cock throbbed in my jeans and my nuts ached.

When Parker arrived he was dressed in loose jeans and a loose fitting tee shirt that hid most of his incredible body from view.  The tantalizing glimpse of his upper chest hinted at his beautiful build, as did his bulging biceps that strained against his sleeves.  I wanted to jump on him, but knew I might get a fist in the face for it.  Worse, he’d probably tell my brother.

We sat on the couch and talked about nothing.  Parker didn’t seem angry and his eyes gazed into mine and roved over my body.  My hope and cock grew together.  The air was filled with sexual tension.  I edged closer to Parker, until we were mere inches apart.  I gazed into Parker’s eyes.  His voice faltered.  I leaned over and pressed my lips to his.

Parker returned my kiss with hunger and passion.  He slipped his tongue between my lips and devoured me.  In mere seconds our hands were wandering everywhere over hard, cloth-covered boy-flesh.  I was consumed by lust.  Years of pent up sexual desire surged to the surface, finding true expression for the first time.

We tore into each other.  Now that the gates had been opened, the flood waters burst forth.  We tugged at each other’s shirts, belts, and jeans.  We practically tore the clothes off one another.  As each bit of naked flesh was exposed it was immediately caressed and fondled.  We couldn’t keep our hands off each other for a moment.  We were consumed by our desires.

The moment I pulled Parker’s shirt over his head I ran my hands all over his beautiful, hairless torso.  He had just the right amount of muscle.  His pecs were firm and surging with power.  I pulled my lips from his and pressed them to his flexing chest.  I explored every inch of his pecs with my lips and tongue.  Parker pressed my head hard against his torso when I flicked my tongue across his nipples.  I licked and sucked on each of them while he moaned with passion.

My lips explored lower and lower, until I ran my tongue over the hard rows of Parker’s abs.  Everything about his boy was firm and beautiful.  I stripped him down to his boxer briefs and kneeled before him, my eyes level with his massive bulge, a cloth covered paradise.  I inched forward and pressed my lips against Parker’s package.  He moaned as I mouthed his equipment through the material.  Parker’s cock flexed and a sticky spot of pre-cum seeped through his boxer briefs.

Lust overwhelmed me.  I ripped his shorts down and ran my tongue up and down Parker’s seven inches of stiff boy-meat.  I pulled his oozing dick-head between my lips, tasting his sweet pre-cum.  I massaged the head with my lips and probed it with my tongue.  I ran my lips aggressively down his thick shaft, taking in more and more of his tool.  I engulfed his cock right down to the base.  My nose was buried in Parker’s blond pubes.  He moaned and his cock throbbed in my throat.

I ran my lips back up Parker’s cock, only to swallow him once more.  I reveled in the sensation of his manhood buried between my lips.  I loved to feel his boy-meat flex and throb in response to the intense pleasure I created for him.  I loved to hear Parker’s heavy breath and passionate moans.

I sucked and slurped on Parker’s pole until my jaws began to ache.  Only then did I pull my lips from his dick and lick and kiss my way back up his smooth, muscular torso.  When my lips met Parker’s once more we made out as if we were trying to devour each other.

Parker pulled his lips from mine and licked, sucked, and kissed his way down my torso.  I whimpered with pleasure as he flicked his tongue across my nipples and writhed as Parker ripped my boxers down and engulfed my throbbing cock in his hot mouth.

Parker was all over my cock and my nuts.  He was obviously as hot for me as I was for him.  I wondered briefly what my brother would think if he discovered I’d hooked up with his friend, but I pushed the thought from my mind.  All that mattered at the moment was Parker’s lips on my dick.

Parker expertly sucked my cock.  He tormented the head with his lips and tongue, then swallowed me whole.  He licked and sucked my nuts until I was ready to beg him to suck me again.  He returned to my cock and worked me ever closer to my impending orgasm.  I waited until I could not hold back a moment longer and then pushed Parker away from my cock.

I dropped to my knees pulled Parker’s thick, hard cock between my lips.  Parker was on the edge.  His cock was rock hard and throbbed with ever-greater intensity.  Pre-cum flowed from the head in such a steady steam I thought he was already blowing his load, but then Parker moaned louder than ever.

“I’m gonna blow!” shouted Parker.  “I’m gonna…  Unh!  Unh!  Unh!”

Spurt after spurt of hot, teen cream flooded my mouth.  I lapped up each sticky-sweet spurt and sucked on his dick-head for more.  Parker spewed a massive load in my mouth.  I was drowning in his cream.  Parker’s whimpers, moans, and groans and his throbbing cock spewing hot, tasty cream between my lips aroused me to the point of no return.  Parker had barely blasted his last spurt when I pulled my lips from his cock and groaned my warning.

“I’m gonna shoot!”

Parker dropped to his knees and engulfed my cock as I cut loose.  His tongue wrapped around my shaft and his lips massaged my cock as spurt after spurt of sticky cum spewed from my throbbing shaft.  My nuts poured forth a deluge of pure, white cream.  My cock escaped from Parker’s lips for a few moments and plastered his cute face.  He recaptured the spewing monster and drank down my jizz. When he had taken the last spurt and licked me clean we both fell to the floor, panting.  Our cocks were still hard as a rock.

Parker pulled a condom out of the pocket of his crumpled jeans and tossed it to me.

“I want you to fuck me and fuck me hard.”

I unrolled the lubricated condom over my stiff dick as Parker kneeled on all fours, presenting his firm, young ass to be penetrated.  I positioned my cock against his tight little hole and pushed.  The head of my dick slipped inside.  Parker tensed.  I moaned with pleasure.  I gave him time to adjust to my cock, then pushed a little more up his virgin ass.  He grunted and groaned as I slowly impaled him with my man meat.  He was so warm and wet and tight!  I pushed my dick further and further up his tight boy pussy until my pubes crushed against his ass cheeks.  I held my cock there, embedded in Parker’s hot little butt for several moments, enjoying the rapture of having that hot little stud impaled on my cock.

I pulled my throbbing pole nearly free of his ass, then shoved it in once more.  As Parker grew accustomed to my dick I shoved it in harder and harder.  We moaned and groaned while I pummeled his tight hole.  Parker pressed back against me, meeting each of my thrusts, seeking to get my thick dick as deep inside him as possible.

Sweat poured off my body as I fucked his sweet ass.  My heart raced and my breath came in gasps.  My nuts tightened and I fucked Parker harder and deeper than ever.  I groaned as I unloaded in his hole.  I bred his boy pussy with spurt after spurt of hot cum.

I pulled my cock from Parker’s ass and he rolled onto his back.  He fisted his pole furiously.  I pushed his hand away and swallowed his tool.  No sooner had I sucked him down to the base than he blasted a thick, juicy load.  I sucked on him for all I was worth as he spewed my mouth full of boy cream.

Parker dressed and departed after getting his rocks off a second time.  I reveled in the afterglow of our intense sex session and then hid the evidence.  Parker and I hooked up several times over the next few months.  Josh never had a clue that his best friend and I fucked like rabbits.

Dugout Duo

Fuck.  My teammates were hot!  I joined the team to play, but the sights in the locker room and showers were far more enticing than baseball itself.  I was a horny high school senior, surrounded by an entire team of eighteen-year-old hunks.  I was at least half-hard all the time and only my jock-strap managed to keep my cock under control.  I usually lingered on the field so most of the other guys would be out of the showers and locker room by the time I arrived.  It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see all those hot, young studs naked.  I dreamed and fantasized about them.  My problem was that I couldn’t control my dick around all those hard, muscular bodies.  A wet naked stud in the showers always brought my cock to life, and there nothing I could do to stop it.

My caution turned to my advantage.  One afternoon just after practice Jimmy, our star pitcher, approached me.  My dick throbbed and my nuts ached as the blond hunk walked toward me.  Jimmy was fucking gorgeous, especially in his baseball uniform.  Damn!

“Hey Dave, could you stay and help me practice?  I need to get out of this slump.”

Jimmy was one hell of a pitcher, but he was having trouble hitting.  No matter what he did, he couldn’t seem to a hit.

“Sure,” I said, but “Fuck, yeah!” is what I thought.

I pitched to Jimmy and gave him what pointers I could.  Jimmy was a natural athlete and improved in the short time we practiced together.  His main problem was that he wasn’t following through.  I knew that always helped me, so I made a point of explaining it to Jimmy.

Watching his young, hot form in action made me breathe heavily.  My cock was hard as a rock and my nuts ached with desire.  I needed to bust a nut.  I almost couldn’t wait until I got home to stroke one out.

I was more than a little worried about being in the locker room alone with Jimmy.  I planned to skip my shower and change clothes as fast as I could.  Maybe I’d wear my uniform home.  I didn’t want Jimmy to see my raging hard-on.  My jock was barely keeping it under control.  There was a noticeable bulge in my pants.  Without the jock my stiff one would stand straight out from my body.

“Thanks for helping me out.  Now maybe I can get out of my slump,” Jimmy said when we called it quits and headed for the gym.

“No problem.”

“Maybe you can help me get out of another slump,” he said.

Jimmy rubbed the bulge in his pants and gazed into my eyes.  My cock flexed and my eyes widened.  Was this really happening?  If I woke up and discovered this was a dream I was going to be pissed and likely stuck to my sheets.

“How about it?” asked Jimmy.  “You wanna help me with this?”  He hefted his package and looked at me with his dreamy blue eyes.

I motioned with my head toward the dugout.  If this was a dream I wanted to take it as far as possible before I woke up.

We stepped down into the dugout.  We were out of view and could hear anyone coming long before they reached us.  My heart raced, my cock throbbed, and my breath came hard and fast as if I’d been running.

Jimmy groped himself as he gazed at me.  I crossed the short distance between us, pulled Jimmy to me and kissed him deeply.  Jimmy returned my kiss with savage intensity.  He slipped his tongue into my mouth, as his hands began to wander over my body.  I wasted no time in exploring his hot young form.  Even through the uniform I could feel his impressive build.  His hard muscles set me on fire with lust.

I pulled away from his embrace and began unbuttoning his baseball jersey.  With each button I popped, more of his muscular, hairless, tanned torso came into view. When the last button was undone, I pushed the shirt over Jimmy’s shoulders.  I reached out and ran my hands all over his magnificent chest and hard abdomen.

I licked all over his hard pecs and sucked on his small nipples.  Jimmy moaned as his nipples hardened and his cock flexed in his pants.  He ran his fingers through my hair and whimpered with pleasure as I teased his nipples and then worshipped his entire chest with my tongue.  I ran my tongue down to the ridged muscles of his abdomen and explored each row of hard muscle. I fondled his growing mound, then unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his pants.  Jimmy’s pants slid to the ground.  Jimmy’s jock strained to hold in his equipment.  Wisps of blond pubic hair escaped out the sides.  I fondled his enticing bulge and chewed on it through the jock.  Jimmy moaned.

I pulled down Jimmy’s jock and revealed his beautiful piece of meat.  Fuck he was big!  I was packing just over seven thick inches, but Jimmy had me beat.  He was even thicker than me.  His massive dick grew longer and thicker right before my eyes.  It lay heavy over his nut-sac and began to stick straight out.  It called to me.

I leaned forward and kissed the head, then licked it.  The sight, sensation, and scent drove me crazy with lust.  I licked Jimmy’s throbbing shaft up and down and then drew the head between my lips.  Jimmy’s cock jerked and throbbed in my mouth and began to ooze sweet pre-cum.  I worked my way past the head and slowly pulled Jimmy’s man-meat between my lips.  Jimmy moaned and dug his fingers into my hair.

I worked my lips down his big dick.  I couldn’t begin to take it all in, but I managed quite a bit.  The shaft throbbed and flexed in my mouth and the head pushed against my throat.

“Oh, yeah.  Suck me, Dave.  Work on that dick!”

I slid my lips up to the head, teased it with my tongue, and swallowed as much as I could manage once more.  I bobbed my head up and down on Jimmy’s dick, listening to his moans and whimpers.  I lost track of time as I sucked and slurped on his pole.

“I’m gonna cum, Dave!  I’m gonna, unh, cum!”

Jimmy’s cock spasmed and the first jet of his sticky, sweet cream fired from his dick-head and coated my tongue.  I sucked hard on his pole, drawing forth more jizz.  Spurt after spurt of Jimmy’s baseball stud cum spewed between my lips and flooded my mouth.  Jimmy’s tool was like a cum-spewing volcano.

Jimmy grunted loudly with each spurt.  More and more jizz spewed from his dick.  I couldn’t believe how much spunk he shot into my mouth!  I lapped it up and sucked him for more until his cock calmed and his ejaculation was over.

I pulled off Jimmy’s dick and sat down on the bench.  Jimmy sat down beside me, pulled me to him, and kissed me passionately, tasting his own cream.

Jimmy unbuttoned my shirt, practically ripping it from my torso.  He licked all over my chest and soon was on his knees before me.  Jimmy frantically unbuttoned my pants and jerked them down.  He ripped off my jock and licked my dick and nuts with savage intensity.  Jimmy sucked in the head and worked his way down my long, hard shaft.  Jimmy went at it like a starving man.  He actually wrapped his lips around the base of my cock.  He swallowed me whole!

Jimmy had blown his load in less than five minutes.  I was determined to hold out longer.   I once stroked my dick for a whole hour before getting my rocks off.  Maintaining control was harder with Jimmy’s wet, warm mouth sliding up and down my pole and his tongue!  His tongue swirled around my shaft lapped at the head.  Jimmy made me moan, whimper, and squirm.  Holding back was the hardest thing I’d ever done in my entire life.  I yearned to blow my load in Jimmy’s sexy, sensual mouth.

I was on the edge for minute after minute, but somehow I managed to maintain control.  I gazed down at Jimmy as he sucked my cock.  He was magnificent!  His sculpted, muscular body, big cock, and achingly handsome face made him a young god.  Gazing at him was my undoing.  I lost control of my nuts.

“I’m gonna cum, Jimmy!”

Those four words were all I could manage before I blew my load.  My nuts surged and jizz fired from my cock.  Jet after jet of my hot, sticky cum fired into Jimmy’s mouth.  He sucked me hard and his tongue lapped up my juice.  The next spasm hit my dick and another wad blew forth.  Spurt after spurt of boy cream erupted from my dick, sending a shock wave of pleasure throughout my body.

Hot jizz spurted from my tool, flooding Jimmy’s mouth.  I couldn’t believe how much spewed from my dick.  I was always good for a big load, but not like this.  I kept cumming and cumming as if I had a never-ending supply.

Finally, the last spurt spewed from my cock and Jimmy drank it down.  I leaned back to catch my breath.  Jimmy stood up.  His dick was as stiff as a poker as drooling pre-cum.

Jimmy pulled me to my feet and bent me over the dugout wall.  He grabbed some Vaseline from the supply cabinet and lubed up my ass and his dick.  I was aroused and intrigued by this turn of events, but apprehensive as well.  I didn’t think Jimmy could get that huge cock of his up my ass and if he did it would hurt like hell.  Still, I did not try to stop him.  Despite having just shot a massive load I was still horny as fuck!

Without preamble, Jimmy pressed the head of his dick against my hole.  He pushed hard, but nothing happened.  I was too tight.  He kept at it, trying again and again.  I tried to relax and loosen up and finally his dick-head slipped in.  Blinding pain assailed me and my ass clamped down on his dick.  Jimmy wisely held still, giving me time to adjust to the anal intrusion.  Then, he slowly slid the first inch of his dick up my ass.  Tears of pain rolled down my cheeks, but there was pleasure too.  I had never wanted anything more than I wanted Jimmy’s huge pole deep, deep in my ass.

The more I concentrated on the pleasure and the sheer hotness of taking it up the ass, the more the pain lessened.  Soon, what little pain remained was so mixed with pleasure that even it was a turn on.

When Jimmy hit on me I never dreamed I’d end up bent over the in the dugout taking his huge cock up the ass.  Jimmy slowly slid this thick, throbbing pole inside me until his entire tool was buried in my boy pussy.  Jimmy pulled back and began slowly fucking my hole.  The more he fucked me, the more I wanted fucked.  I was instantly addicted.

“Harder Jimmy!  Fuck my ass!  Give it to me!”

Jimmy shoved his thick pole in and out of my hole harder and faster.  Our breath came hard and fast and sweat covered our young, naked bodies.  Jimmy bent over me and his slick torso glided across my back as he impaled me with his fuck stick.

I pushed my ass back against Jimmy, seeking maximum penetration.  We were so focused on fucking we wouldn’t have stopped or even slowed if the whole team had showed up and caught us in the act.  I almost wished they would, then they could each take a turn fucking my hole.

Each of Jimmy’s thrusts seemed harder than the last.  Jimmy was an incredible athlete and that obviously extended to fucking.  My dick was rock hard and oozing pre-cum.  I felt like I could pop a load at any second.  I needed to cum desperately.

Jimmy groaned like an animal.  He whimpered and moaned even as he fucked me deeper and harder.  With a savage howl he pumped my ass full of his cream.  I could feel his cock throbbing inside me as one spurt, two, three, then more fired into my hole.  Jimmy used me as a hole to fuck.  He dumped his load deep inside me and then he was done.

Jimmy pulled his dick free and lay back on the bench, gasping for breath.  I stood over him, my cock rock-hard and throbbing.  He reached up and wrapped his hand around my pole and stroked.  I moaned and groaned in ecstasy.  Jimmy pumped my pole only half a dozen times before I blew my load.  Long, thick strands of my boy-jizz spewed from my cock and plastered Jimmy’s muscular chest.  Spurt after spurt of hot jizz spewed onto Jimmy’s magnificent torso.  I unloaded on Jimmy’s hot bod until he was a sticky mess.

We dressed and headed for the showers.  We were both hot and sweaty and Jimmy was covered in my cum.  I hoped our teammates had cleared out because I wasn’t finished with Jimmy yet.