A few weeks went by after my double penetration from my football stars. It left me feeling used, but more turned on than ever. I wanted more for sure, and I was trying desperately not to seek out my professor. Or Stefan and Brett. I didn’t want to be a third wheel. And I was feeling the need for someone my own age once again.
Midterms were done and I could see the light at the end of the tunnel for this first semester drawing nearer to a close for my second year in university. Feeling good about my body at 20, I checked myself in the mirror, admiring my lean 5’8” muscular frame, the wideness of my shoulders, my firm abs, my thick legs, my shaved cock and balls before I dressed for the night out to celebrate with a group of us from residence. I slipped on a pair of faded jeans that highlighted my ass, and a tight long sleeve grey sweater that made my eyes pop. I had a steely icy blue gaze to them tonight, as if my eyes were conveying the sexual lust I had after two dry weeks.
We took a cab to one of the country western bars Sandra wanted to try, her friend Grace in the front, me on the left side in the back, Sandra in the middle and another one of her floormates Ann. Grace had told us her football player boyfriend was heading to this bar tonight with the team, which made me immediately agree in hopes of seeing Stefan and Brett again. Anything to focus on really, and it was the perfect night for staring at one or two beefy football players. I was already tipsy after pre-drinking in Sandra’s room before we headed out. And sure enough, I spotted Stefan right away talking to Brett off to the side as the bar seemed to be filled with very large twenty-year-olds. They saw me, gave me a wave, and came over to say hi.
The music was loud, the eye candy was everywhere, and my closeted little muscled self was enjoying the view as I sipped on a cider at a table with Sandra. Stefan was red-eyed and smiling widely at me, talking rather close in my ear as Brett openly stared at me.
“Brett wants to do it again.” Stefan said straight into my ear. His smile was making me blush, and his breath smelled like beer. “Come back with us tonight. Ditch your girlfriend here and come back to our place.”
Brett though wasn’t smiling as he sipped his beer. He was either lost in lustful thoughts about us three again, or he was wondering what Stefan was talking so closely to me about. Sandra was oblivious to the words in my ear, and Stefan’s beard tickled my cheek as he talked so closely to me.
“Brett wants the two of us.” Stefan growled in my ear, placing a heavy hand on my shoulder.
I breathed in deeply as Brett motioned for Stefan to follow him to the bar, and Stefan left me deep in thought, with a squeeze of my shoulder and a leering gaze as he walked away. I couldn’t help but watch his big ass in his jeans move away from me, and the muscular body that I knew oh too well.
I turned back to Sandra, who was sort of squinting at me, as if she caught me staring at Stefan’s ass. I cleared my throat and took a swig of my cider, acting like nothing was going on. Sandra’s eyes were not blinking as she stared at me for a moment, before she spoke. “I’m going home for the weekend next week and you’re coming home with me!” She yelled over the music as she leaned towards me.
She knew something was up, as we grew closer at the start of our second year. We had been surface friends first year, but at the start of this year at university, we both found ourselves in the same classes, hanging around with the same group of people, and living again in residence in the same building on the same floor with single rooms each. She seemed to gravitate towards me, now that I was relatively single. Plus, I think she sensed that I was hiding something, as I tried to avoid my professor, Tom Davis and keeping my sexual preferences a secret from her, doing my best to hide my antics from her. Especially the football players who were tossing glances my way whenever I looked at Stefan or Brett. After getting double stuffed by both of these guys, my desires were once again lit. Between my lust for football players, it was becoming more and more difficult to hide things from Sandra, who was my closest confidant, even if she had no idea my taste for the same sex.
Likewise, I didn’t ask too much about her either. She had told me her parents were still married even though her dad worked for the local steel factory and was never home much as he did lots of overtime, and her brother had joined the military after he graduated from university. He was about four years older than she was, and she talked about him incessantly. I never had a brother, or a father, so listening to her stories about her family made me a tad bit jealous and envious of the normal life she had. When she found out I didn’t go home for the October (Canadian) Thanksgiving Weekend, and even stayed around during Halloween, she insisted I come home with her for the upcoming weekend in November before we started prepping for final exams.
“I don’t think I’d be much fun.” I mumbled loudly, two weeks without any sex was making me frustrated. I finished my cider and looked around, staring at Grace’s big dopey looking boyfriend, spotting another big armed brute near them, and looking for Stefan and Brett once again, who had suddenly disappeared. “Besides I’m not used to dinners with family.”
She kicked me with her foot under the table and groaned. “Stop it. You’re coming. My brother will be home at least. My mom says my dad will be there too at some point which is unusual.”
I remembered her saying that her dad was a steel worker but wasn’t home much, but she didn’t really talk about him. She did talk a lot about her hot brother.
“So where is your brother stationed currently?” I asked innocently, staring up at the ceiling in mock protest as I folded my arms across my chest.
She gave a big sigh. “I never know. He’s with the Armed Forces. Training and shit. I don’t really know. He goes on these long stints and returns every now and then. Don’t ask don’t tell.” She said with a roll of her eyes.
I interpreted that a different way and sort of looked down, suddenly intrigued by Sandra and her dark hair and model like features. She was tall, a couple inches taller than me, and a very fit young woman. I thought of the only military man that I had met, who had fucked me so passionately, his blonde hair and smooth body and wondered about Sandra’s brother and if he was just as similar. My mind wandered to that military man Jack, remembering that he did live in the same area as me. Even though Sandra and I went to different high schools, and I hadn’t known her before coming all this way to school, she lived not too far from me. I wondered if her brother knew Jack.
I hesitated, unsure how to tackle the question without it sounding too obvious. “I don’t know Sandra. I’m not sure I’m up for this. Your brother’s coming home, and I might be in the way. Besides, I’ve never met your brother or your parents. I don’t even know their first names…”
“Ben and Diane.” She said frankly, giving me a quick smile. I felt my breath come out, somewhat disappointedly. “And my brother is Mark. He might not even be around even if he is home from training since he’s dating some girl from home, Tami with an “I” as he constantly reminds us, and he’s usually over at her house.”
Tami with an “i” struck a chord. I knew a girl named Tami with an i once. Lived beside her when I was a kid. I think my mom was still friends with her parents. I suddenly remembered her dad: this hot built firefighter.
“Are you sure it’s okay?” I asked tentatively, remembering pics she had shared of her brother, who was rather good looking even before he left for the military. I never saw any pics of her parents, but for a moment I had a fleeting thought of her dad being an older version of her brother and I became more persuaded by every passing dirty thought. Or better yet, her dad being Jack.
She nodded and looked around before she pointed to my empty drink and went to get up.
“Let me!” I said quickly, leaping up to head to the bar to be chivalrous, but really hoping to find Stefan to tell him I just might take him up on his offer. I needed some release.
I moved through the crowd, pausing at a couple beefy football players to eye them up and down, noticing a few guys checking me out along the way, and some of the girls too as I stepped up to the bar. I must look good tonight I thought as I caught the bartender’s attention. Once I ordered, a hand grabbed my ass.
“There he is! How’s it going little dude!” I heard the manly voice of Mac behind me as he released my ass and stepped up beside me. His hulking figure took my breath away, his body bigger than Stefan, towering over me and making me small. I caught that sweet smelling cologne of his, mixed with some soap and breathed him in. All of him. I looked up to see his light blue eyes a little glassy, his clean shaven face looking just fine, the long light eyelashes of his amplifying his eyes. He had a beer in his hand, and he took a long swig while he kept those eyes on me. He had a grey Bills shirt with a white long sleeved shirt underneath, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off his thick forearms with a light dusting of blonde hair. He had a pair of faded jeans on as well, with the knees ripped out. I couldn’t help but glance up at his chest eye level with me, his nipples protruding through both shirts, his big pecs flexing as he moved his arm down to the bar.
I looked back up to those blue eyes squinting at me in a smile. “Hey Mac.” I felt a little flustered suddenly as he stared at me with a knowing grin. His heavy arm went around my shoulders, and he leaned into my ear, blowing hot air onto my neck as he spoke.
“You’re looking good tonight.” He said quietly into my ear. He leaned back, leaving his arm around me and gave me a shit eating grin before he took a swig of his beer. My stomach did a little flip, which didn’t happen when Stefan was leaning into my ear. I was speechless for a moment as I stared back into his eyes.
The bartender put a vodka-cran and a can of cider down on the counter and took my twenty as Mac kept leering at me. I grabbed my drinks and found my voice. “Yeah? Not so bad yourself big guy.” I said leaning into him when the bartender slid away. He stood up taller, stretching out his muscular torso, purposely moving closer to me so that his blonde hairs on his forearm were touching my arm.
“You hungry?” He took another swig, staring down at me, hooking his thumb into his faded jeans.
I gave a little chuckle as the bartender returned with change. I left a tip and slid the rest into my pocket as I looked down at his meaty hand, the veins on his hand snaking out across it. “I’m always hungry for a Big Mac.” I couldn’t help but laugh at my own joke, and Mac did too, letting out a goofy bellow and put a hand on my shoulder.
“Well come find me when you wanna take a bite. I’ll be glad to feed you.” He squeezed my shoulder and held my gaze before I stepped away. I glanced back as I neared Sandra, to see Mac outwardly staring at me with the same stupid grin, leaning on the bar like a bouncer, drinking from the long neck bottle as he watched me.
Sandra didn’t notice this time, but rolled her eyes when Grace and her boyfriend appeared, his big arm around her tiny waist as she pulled Sandra up.
“We need to try this!” Grace shouted as a line formed on the dance floor. I hated country music, but reluctantly agreed to follow, holding my can of cider as he moved into the back of the pack and started stepping and clapping along to the orchestrated movements. I picked it up easily and got into it a bit more when I noticed Stefan and Brett watching me with a smile. At the other side of the bar, Mac too was staring with a smile, and I suddenly wondered who’d I rather go home with. The two stars for another round of stuffing my ass, or the sweet taste of Mac’s perfect cock and cum. At least with Stefan and Brett, we’d be naked and having full on sex. With Mac it would just be a blow job.
I watched Mac taking a long swig of his beer, one hand in his pocket, holding my stare. I couldn’t help but grin at him and wondered if he would finally be willing to do more.
One more drink later and many more songs, I found myself needing a break and headed to the bathroom. I was sporting a semi at the thought of finding someone in the john, but no such luck happened. But as I went back to the table, Sandra, Grace and her boyfriend were there, along with Ann and now Mac, still grinning widely, holding the neck of his bottle of beer in his large veiny hand. He was ignoring the obvious flirting from Ann as I appeared, but didn’t move or try to grope me. I was still tipsy, and from the look of Mac, he was too. Not drunk but feeling good. Good enough to notice Mac kept side eying me.
“What’s up?” I asked as Sandra gave me the look that she wanted to leave.
“I’m done. Grace and Scott want to head out too.” She glanced over at Ann who was still trying to catch Mac’s attention. But his eyes kept looking over at me.
I searched the bar for Stefan and Brett, but they were nowhere to be seen. Sandra stood up, and Mac set his empty bottle on the table.
“You guys heading out?” He shoved both hands into his jeans, pulling them down a bit without noticing, giving me a glimpse of his hard looking waist. Just a hint of skin, but enough to make me stare.
I nodded at him as he stepped closer to hear. “Yeah, we’re heading back to campus.”
He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, as if he knew he was exposing a bit of smooth flesh for me, teasing me to look at his flat stomach and definition in his waist. He looked over our heads, scanning the room. “How you getting back?”
I peeled my eyes away from his golden looking skin and glanced up at his blue eyes, catching my gaze. “Probably a cab.”
“Mind if I snag a seat?” His jeans seemed lose on his narrow waist, and he gave me a shit eating grin like he knew I was enjoying the tease he was giving me.
Ann sidled up beside him. “We can get order a bigger one that will fit all six of us. We can squeeze you guys in.” She smiled up at him, but his eyes were back to me.
“You gonna hit the bar on campus?” He asked, straightening up, taking his hands out of his pocket and letting his shirts naturally cover his waist again. He folded his big arms across his chest and I could see them bulging out underneath his hands.
I shrugged as Ann looked up at him. “Maybe we will?”
We moved outside to wait for the cab that Sandra ordered, and Mac followed us, getting quiet in the group. He stayed close to me, eying me now a little more discreetly but not saying much. Grace and Scott made out against the wall, as Sandra and I shivered together. November weather was not warm, and without any coats it was undoing my buzz.
The taxi van arrived, and I found myself sandwiched between Sandra and Mac, his big leg looking three times the size of mine, pushing against me. I let myself sit closer to Mac than I did to Sandra, his body pressed up beside mine, his shoulder against mine. I could feel his arm hairs on mine again, the smell of his cologne in my nose, and the sound of his breathing as he stared ahead, holding on to the headrest with his right hand as his left hand was displayed out across his thigh for me to stare at.
It felt good to be sitting so close to him, unbeknownst to those in the second-row seating ahead of us. Sandra was looking out the window to her left, so I turned to my right to look at Mac. He glanced down at me and gave me a little smile, raising his thin eyebrows up to see what Sandra was doing. Then he blew me a silent kiss and winked at me, reaching out his pinky on his left hand to rub my leg like he did that first time he sat beside me at the Keg party.
My insides flipped again, and I was suddenly very hungry for this Big Mac. Forget Stefan and Brett. I could have this one all to myself.
I turned to Sandra and pushed my leg into Mac’s. “I think I’m just gonna head back to my room.” I knew he was listening, as he pushed back against me, pretending to shift in his seat, but I took the hint.
Sandra nodded. “I think I am too.” I could see Ann turning to her in front of us, and gave a little groan. She wrenched around to look at Mac.
“You still wanna go?”
Mac put both hands on his knees and gave a big sigh. “Naw. I’ll probably head home from campus. I’m beat.”
I felt his leg again, as he spread himself out a bit. Ann couldn’t hide her disappointment despite her smile and batting eyelashes as we fished out bills to split the cab. The driver pulled up to the university centre, and we piled out, Grace and Scott walking away hand in hand without a glance backwards, Ann following along as Sandra and I started to head in the same direction back to our residence. I turned back to Mac, seeing him standing there staring after me.
“You coming?”
He hesitated, unsure of himself for a moment. He squinted at me, as if contemplating.
“Come on big guy. If you don’t feel like walking home, you can crash in my room.”
He seemed to perk up a bit, as if I gave him an alibi for a crime he was going to commit, and hopped out of his trance to us, hands in his pockets again, bending his head forward so he didn’t look so damn tall around us. He looked like a big dog, following obediently behind me, running a bit to catch up.
The short walk didn’t take long at all, and the group said their good nights as they hit the stairs, leaving Mac and I alone for the first time as I headed towards my room on the first floor.
“You don’t have a roommate?” I heard him ask quietly behind me as I opened the door to my floor.
I shook my head. “Nope. Single room.”
He smiled, following me quietly down the hallway. It was only 11:30, but no one was up or moving about. Just as well, as the giant football guy leaned against the wall waiting for me to unlock my door. I could feel his eyes on me before I looked up to confirm.
“Here we are.” I said, stepping inside.
He seemed uncomfortable, suddenly quiet. It was very unlike the confident guy I’d been around before. He sort of stood by the door, as I dropped my keys and pushed the chair in at my desk to create a bit more space. My room wasn’t big, just enough to hold a twin bed, desk and a wardrobe. The window in the far corner was closed as was the curtains.
His hands remained in his pockets, and his eyes darted around my room for a moment before they landed on me as I walked to him.
“So….” I stopped directly in front of him and reached for his crotch. He breathed out a bit, as if the tension had finally left him, but still didn’t move. “…you wanna crash here?”
I felt him hardening as he stood there, this beefy blonde football hunk that I’ve had the pleasure of tasting twice before. But tonight I wanted more from him. Tonight I was going to test to see just far he’d go.
I grabbed at the waist of his jeans and tugged, finding the button, eying the blonde patch of leg hair showing through the rips in his jeans. He let me undo them, and I grabbed at the thick bulge in his white underwear, Tommy Hilfigers.
He backed against the door and let his head bob backwards, letting out a long sigh as he felt me manhandling his package. I realized as I took his cock out, breathing in that familiar scent, feeling the weight of his dick in my hand and the thickness, that I hadn’t actually seen this football stud naked. Both times I’ve sucked him off has been in secret, with just his cock out and the feeling of his big legs underneath his clothes. Now here I was, alone with no fear of interruptions.
I dove for his cock, swallowing it down into my throat, listening to the stifled moan as his big hands went to my head to hold me on it.
“Oh fuck little man.” He moaned above me. “That feels so good already.”
I worked on him for a bit, before I abruptly stood up, leaving his beautiful cock wet with my saliva, his eyes opened wide at me as his mouth hung open. He looked like the sexiest dumb jock I’d ever seen.
I backed up to the bed and wiggled a finger at him. “Strip.” I commanded as I sat my ass down on the bed facing him.
He stared at me for a moment, but his hard dick took over the thinking and he quickly kicked off his shoes as he pulled his double layered shirts off, revealing white socked wide feet and a perfectly sculpted and smooth muscular torso. He was thick but muscled, with bulging shoulders and big meaty pecs, a flat stomach with a tiny belly button. His jeans hung down on his waist, showing off a sculpted adonis belt that made me make a sound out loud. He tossed his crumpled shirts to the side and pushed his jeans to his ankles, showing me a pair of legs that rivaled my professor’s.
“Wow.” I breathed out, taking him in. His legs were dusted with fine light hairs, but his cock and balls were smooth. He grabbed his cock and waved it at me.
“I think you need to get back on this.” He said quietly with a little grin, stepping a bit closer to me with his jeans keeping his feet together.
I pointed to them. “I said strip.”
He gave a little chuckle and stepped on his jeans one big foot at a time to free his legs. He kicked them aside, his white socks scrunched at his perfect looking ankles.
“Those too.” I said, savouring at the sight of this stud’s wide looking feet. He was a golden looking blonde, not too tanned, but not stark white either. His blue eyes squinted at me as he lifted a foot and peeled off one sock at a time, showing me the most perfectly delicious feet I’d ever seen.
This was a poster of my wildest fantasies, all rolled into one. Not as massively muscular as my bodybuilder professor Tom, but bigger and thicker than Aaron, smoother than Stefan, and meatier than Brett. He was what I expected an older brother to look like.
And he was now naked in front of me.
“There.” He said, stroking his big dick for me. He took two swift strides to the bed and grabbed my head to feed me. I willing let him, grabbing the base of his cock with one hand, feeling his thick fingers around mine as I did and swallowed him down. My other hand went to his bare ass, feeling the light dusting on his hard ass as it clenched. He face fucked me for a while, before he stepped back, letting his cock exit my mouth with a hungry pop.
I looked up at him, all of him, every naked inch and actually moaned. I saw him grin as he stood above me, and let his hand run over my head, ruffling my hair.
“You’re so fuckin’ cute.” He whispered, swinging his dick at my face, smacking my cheek with it. “Now keep sucking my dick.”
I laughed a bit, letting my hand reach for it to stroke as my other hand moved around to his solid thigh. “Yeah? You think so? Cute enough to fuck?”
He didn’t say no, just looked down at me, moving his hand over my hair, watching me play with his cock. I opened up and sucked it back as he stared down at me, and when I smiled back up, I left my mouth open, my tongue hanging out.
“Spit in my mouth.” I ordered, staring up at him.
He stood there for a moment, then snorted through his nose. “You into that?”
“I can get into a lot of things for you. You’re a fuckin’ stud.” I grinned up, keeping my mouth open and arched.
He took the cue, and leaned down, letting his hand move around to my chin and held it there as he dropped a big wad of saliva onto it. He watched me swallow it with a hungry moan, and when I opened again, he slid his cock back into my mouth. He moaned, feeling the extra spit and pushed his cock back and forth, holding my head in his hands.
“Fuck your mouth is so warm.” He moaned quietly, standing there slowly pumping his dick into my throat as I hung on to his thick thighs.
I pulled back and stood up, my eyes at his perfectly round pink nipples. I glanced up at him as he stood there watching me, wondering what I would do next. I went to his left pec and licked his nipple, playfully biting it and getting a low growl in response. I could feel the intake of breath as he let me attack it, before my hands went all over his chest, moving back and forth between his left and right nipple. I could feel his dick still fully erect and pressing against me so I reached down and grabbed it, making him squirm a bit at the feeling of being manhandled.
"Get on the bed.” I ordered again and started to peel my sweater off before I kicked off my shoes and started to completely strip.
I watched his smooth body move to my tiny twin bed and watched as he propped himself on it, barely fitting, one big leg bent at the knee with his giant foot on the floor. He was half sitting, leaning against the wall at the head of the bed, his dick in his right hand as he absent mindedly stroked it, watching me get naked.
“Holy fuck. You’re cock is as big as mine.” He eyed me with a smile, slowly rubbing his cock.
“You surprised?” I asked, moving to the bottom of the bed and letting my hand move to his big bare foot on the bed.
He flinched as I touched it, but let me rub his foot. “A bit. Figured you little guys had little dicks too.”
I crawled onto the bottom of the bed as he moved his leg sideways, my hand roaming up his lightly hairy leg, feeling the hardness of his calf, before my hand found his round nuts. As soon as my fingers touched his, he pulled his hand away and put his hands behind his head, pumping out his biceps, widening out his lats, showing off the small patch of blonde fuzz in his pits.
He groaned when I took his cock in my mouth again, but then stopped suddenly as I moved my naked body upwards, his arms coming down to shift himself up a bit as I straddled his waist and moved my ass overtop of his cock.
“What’s up little man?” He grinned at me, letting his hands move to my waist, finally touching my naked body. I watched his eyes move down to my dick, then felt his hands slide up my sides lightly, before they came back down to my hips, and he sort of adjusted me on him, his dick now a steel pole underneath me.
I leaned into his face, and breathed in deeply, letting my nose run along his cheek, moving my ass more over his cock. He got the hint, and started to press up into me, enjoying the feeling of my body on him. His hands moved up my back, feeling my smaller built body, before he groaned loudly.
“You’re body feels good. It’s hard.” He sort of moaned into my ear as my mouth kissed the side of his neck. He shifted on the bed again, bringing his other leg onto the bed and really pushing up into my body, simulating humping me as his large hands held me on his waist.
I lifted my head a bit to his face, our noses now touching as I spit into my hand and reached around behind me to rub my fingers into my hole. I repeated it as his hands continued to feel my back, his eyes locked on mine, inches from me. I could feel his breath from his solid nose on my face, watched him lick his lips and swallow nervously as I rubbed spit on his cock and lifted it a bit to guide the head of his perfect cock to my waiting ass.
“That feels good.” He said softly, licking his lips again.
I leaned in closer, licking my own lips just inches from his lips, and sat back a bit onto that hard helmet head of his dick.
I felt it breach my hole a bit and then came off it, letting the burn subside before I did it again. But this time, Mac spit into his own hand and hastily reached under me to moisten his own cock for me. He moved back against the wall, our faces still so close, our eyes on each other as I tried again, feeling the wetness of his spit on his cock as I sat back again.
I felt his hands grip my sides as he pushed up into me gently, taking the cue from me as I sat back. His mouth opened in a breath and took advantage, leaning forward to kiss him as his cock sunk into me.
I felt his tongue as he moaned into my mouth, his big hands squeezing my waist in shock as he plunged into my tunnel. I gasped and bit his bottom lip as the pain of his thick cock dug into me. But he responded by hungrily kissing me, grabbing my head with one hand as his other arm went around my back and he sat up a bit, forcing his cock into me deeper and holding me in place in a deep wet kiss.
He sat there with me on his lap, our naked bodies gripping each other, my own arms around his thick neck as he slowed his kiss down. He didn’t move for a moment, just let the feel of my tongue invade his mouth before I felt his thick tongue move around mine again. His hand was still on my neck, and I closed my eyes to enjoy this moment, letting my hands move around his rippled back muscles to the top of his ass. And then just like that, we were kissing again, full force, moaning into each other’s mouths, as he started to fuck me in a seated position on my dorm room bed.
Mac’s hands moved down my neck to my back, feeling my ass working on his cock before he grabbed my hips and pulled my body up and down faster onto his.
He didn’t stop, our tongues practically eating each other as I joined his movements, wrapping my legs around his waist for better traction.
“Holy fuck.” I heard him say in between making out, Mac’s large body practically covering me as I bounced up and down on his lap. It was like I unleashed something in him. He pulled my body right up against his, his arms wrapping around me and squeezing me tight as I continued my efforts. Our skin connected, chest to chest, my cock pressed hard up against his rippled abs and he groaned, his fingers digging into my ass as he lifted me up and down. My hands now splayed across the expanse of his back, feeling like I was being sucked into his powerful body as I hugged him tight, letting my face move sideways into his neck.
And then I was moved backwards, Mac’s foot on the floor, lifting me up and moving me onto the bed, our mouths never stopping, his body moving mine down slowly, guiding me with his hands, lifting me upwards momentarily, until I was lying under him, the weight of him suddenly on me, covering me, surrounding me.
He didn’t stop kissing me. He was like a ravenous animal, kissing, licking, slurping at my mouth as his body moved around mine. My legs were spread, and I could feel his hips moving between me, humping at me as his arms snaked around me. His mouth left mine, and started gentle kisses along my cheek, to my neck, to my ear, when I heard his husky voice ask me,
“You want me to really fuck you hard?”
I clawed at his hair, squirming under him, trying successfully to keep his cock buried inside me.
“Yes!” I moaned, feeling his tongue in my mouth again as he pinned me down on the bed and pushed himself in further.
He let out a low moan as he looked down between us, his forehead resting on mine, his hands around my ankles and bending my legs towards my ears. I grabbed onto his neck with both hands and hung on as he started to drill me into the mattress loudly.
“You sure about this?” He breathed on my cheek as his nose drifted across my face. His body pumping hard, his biceps bulged, his chest flexed as he thrust in and out of me. His blue eyes were open wide staring into mine, his nose now touching the tip of mine. He kissed me furiously and continued to fuck me like a stallion.
I let go of his neck and reached for his ass, feeling his glutes flexing under my fingers. I didn’t take my eyes off his as I watched him slightly close them, his mouth opening wider, his face lifting away from mine as he fucked me deeper and faster.
His eyes opened wide again and he looked back at me as he sunk all the way in and held himself there for a moment. He gasped, pushing his hips against me, feeling my fingers dig into his ass. I groaned, and he frowned at me.
“Does it hurt?” He asked with genuine concern.
I shook my head, moving under him, adjusting, feeling the size of that perfect cock buried in me. He held himself still, watching me, suddenly aware that he was balls deep in me.
“You sure?” He looked fucking huge over me, his pecs pushed together, his neck a wide piece of flesh over his mountainous shoulders, his arms straight down now holding my legs at the back of my knees, pushed wide open as he rested between my legs.
I pulled his head to mine and kissed him, making him forget, making him let go. He moved slightly, pushing into me deeper, letting more of his mass rest on me, and he instinctively started to move again, pushing my arms up, holding my hands above my head, humping his body into me slowly like a pro. He was a master, like he’d been fucking his whole life. He was slow, steady, sexy, and it made me shiver under him.
With each groan he studied me, asking me if it felt good. He asked me if he was hurting me at times, and when I said no, he would get a burst of fury and fuck me harder, holding me down, growling at me. He pulled out and leaned back on his knees, flipping me over and burying his cock back into me from behind, resting his massive body on my back and fucking me hard into the mattress. When he tired of that position, he flipped me over again and reinserted himself into me, pulling me up onto his thighs so he was sitting up on my bed again with me in his arms, bouncing on his body, kissing me deep again.
He fucked me forever like this, deciding this was his favourite position. It must have been the alcohol or his youthful age because it felt like he could go all night. We were both sweating, or bodies slick with perspiration. His hair was a mess, his eyes open taking me in, his hands feeling my hard body as mine felt his. Just the smell of him alone was intoxicating me.
He hugged me tight, telling me how amazing my body felt, how big my cock was, and how tight my hole was. He said he could fuck me like this all night long. I almost wanted him too, but I was running out of steam. Mac could really fuck hard.
“You feel so fucking good Mac. I want you to cum in me.” I moaned into his neck as he bounced me up and down on his cock.
“Call me Dwayne.” He said suddenly, grabbing my head in his hands and holding it in front of his face.
I gripped his wrists, my fingers barely around them and stared into his eyes. He smiled at me for a moment before I spoke.
“Shoot your load inside me Dwayne.” I moaned in between bounces. He pulled me into his face and kissed me hard, moving off his ass, lifting me in his arms to lay me back down on my bed again, his cock never leaving my ass.
“You feel fucking amazing!” He growled at me, lifting my legs up in the air and plowing me hard. I watched his sweat covered body move, the flexing of each muscle, his eyes on me. He was letting go and I could see the build up coming.
“Fuck me Dwayne. Give it to me.”
He snarled at the sound of his name. “Yeah I’ll give it to you dude. Fucking take my cock.” He bit his bottom lip as he stared down at me.
I saw his eyes close slowly and his grip around my ankles tightened. “Fuck Dwayne. You gonna cum?”
He leaned forward, letting go of my ankles, punching his fists into the bed beside my head and really started to fuck me. I moaned and grabbed his waist, feeling his glutes working hard.
“Can I nut in you?” He lowered his head to mine, working up more of a sweat as our bodies slapped together.
I grabbed his ass and squeezed hard. “Cum in me Dwayne. I want you to.”
“Oh fuck Brian.” He spit out as he started to orgasm, a guttural low sound, causing his entire body to tense and shudder. His face went red, and his neck puffed out, veins on each side more pronounced than ever. I grabbed my dick as I watched him, reaching up to grab one of his big pecs as I jerked myself off as he dumped his load inside me. His body shook into me, causing my own reaction quickly enough, my own juices spraying out onto my chest and neck as he slowed his motions down and he held himself over me.
“Don’t pull out!” I moaned as I finished myself off, holding him by the ass, keeping him buried in me.
He panted above me and I felt drops of sweat falling on my face before his mouth covered mine and he was kissing me deeply again as I squeezed out the last drops of cum between our sweaty bodies.
I felt his legs spread out over me, and his body sort of covered me like a wet blanket as his softening cock slipped out of me. He turned sort of sideways as if he knew his size could smother me, but he pulled me into him, snuggling me against the cavern of his chest, letting a leg drape over me and holding me tight against him. I felt like a little teddy bear that this big football jock suddenly needed to cuddle with. And it didn’t bother me one bit.
“I think I will crash here.” He whispered before he laughed a low chuckle and he kissed the top of my head. I laid there, suddenly wondering how exactly I got this beefy jock to let go like this. But I wasn’t going to ask as I listened to his heavy breathing above me and I felt his body relax as I played with his smooth chest.
I too closed my eyes, listening to the sound of his breath slowing, the sudden jolts of his fingers dancing on me as he drifted off to sleep, our naked bodies stuck together, warm on top of my bed.
