Pride Story

The first thing I saw was that perfect ass. I looked up at its owner
as he
walked away from the bar and saw one thick-muscled college kid,
blonde,
blue-eyed and cocky. He was dressed up for a Saturday night on the
town,
and this was a swanky bar with a reputation as a straight meat
market. I
was there because my friend and sometime fuckbuddy Dave was
bartending; he
liked me to keep him company, and I enjoyed spending his down time
scouting
out the oh-so-fuckable pieces of jock meat spilling over from the
nearby
university.

Let me say right off that I love jock ass. Guess I always have, even
when I
played ball in college and lusted after my hunky teammates. But now
that
I'm 33, my hunger has now grown into a full-blown obsession: hunting
down
and conquering tight jock hole. It helps that I have a commanding
presence,
with a tall build (6'3") and a nice, muscular body that shows my
years of
sports and exercise in every bulge and sinew.

That night I was dressed to show off my body. The tight, faded jeans
and
dark gray T-shirt stretched over my frame didn't exactly pass the
door
policy, but the management knew I was Dave's friend so didn't care
really. I think the doorman Jake was more than a little turned on by
my
bod, too.

"Hey Bill," Dave said as he returned from serving a patron down at
the
bar's end. Fortunately, the place wasn't too crowded yet so we were
able
to chat off and on. "You've been staring at that guy for five
minutes now."

I didn't break my gaze. This guy was just too perfect. Nice smile,
flashing
white teeth, a good tan that set off his blonde hair well. He wore a
dark
blue dress shirt, immaculately pressed and dark dress trousers.
Normally, I
liked my jocks short and squat, with a good meaty build, but this
fucker
was tall, 6'5" and built like a fucking bulldozer to boot. The guy
was
obviously enjoying a good buzz from a few rounds of drinks with his
college
buddies, and also taking the time to enjoy a long, fat cigar with
the kind
of forced, macho cockiness that you only see in twenty-one year
olds. My
favorite fucking kind.

"Fuckin' hot piece of shit, isn't he?" I said more than asked.

"Shit, Bill, you gotta pick out the straightest piece of meat in the
place,
dontcha?" Dave laughed as he dried a glass absently. I looked back
at my
friend and saw that wistful, glazed-over look in his eyes. The
fucker was
as turned on as I was watching this hot jock boy.

"Fuck, Dave, that stud isn't straight... Look at the way he keeps
looking
back over here. He gets off on the way we're checking him out."

Indeed the blonde hunk was casting furtive glances our way. I
couldn't be
sure, but I think he was especially keen to catch my gaze. Not in a
way
that would lock eyes with me, but he couldn't help but keep looking
back
while he talked with his friends. I was turned sideways at the bar,
my
thighs spread as I leaned back in the stool and watched this
gorgeous piece
of fuckmeat. Lazily, my left hand snaked down and grabbed my semi-
hard cock
trapped in my jeans.

Shit, I thought the kid's eyes were going to leave their sockets they
opened so wide. His pale skin turned crimson red and he quickly
looked
away. For a second. Then slowly, furtively, they returned, this time
not to
my face but to that piece of meat trapped in between my legs.

It continued like this for the next ten minutes, as the poor boy
tried to
carry a conversation with his buds while he mind was on cock. My
cock. My
cock that was steadily growing hard and swelling in the tight faded
denim. Did I tell you how hot this kid was making me?

I was enjoying teasing this jock, but I had already had a couple of
beers
and had to piss bad. Giving my crotch one last squeeze I stood up and
sauntered over to the head.

I walked into the men's room and took my stand in front of one of the
urinals. It felt good to let my cock out and my piss go. I was in the
middle of my piss when the bathroom door opened and in walked the
jock
stud. He was smoking his cigar still as he sauntered up to the
urinal next
to mine.

"A bit young to be smoking that, aren't you?" I asked matter-of-
factly as I
stared forward at the tiled wall.

"Excuse me?" the hunk asked incredulously.

I looked over to him with the most serious facial expression I can
manage.
"Yeah, bud, that's a man-sized cigar you got, and you're not smoking
it
like a real man does. Let me show you how it's done." I reached over
and
grabbed the smoldering stogie out from between his lips. As he
stared, I
slowly brought it over and rested the wet, spit-slick chewed end at
the tip
of my tongue and closed my mouth around it. Staring deep into his
eyes, I
sucked in a hard, rough drag and held it there. I took out the cigar
and
passed it back to him as I exhaled.

He took it and began puffing again. Short shallow puffs.

"No, man. I really gotta show ya don't I?" Once again I grabbed the
cigar
and took in a good drag. As I held it in, I told him to breathe out.
The
second his last breath was expelled, I grabbed the back of his thick
neck
and pulled our faces together. I clamped my mouth over his, and as
his
instinct was to suck in air, I blew hot smoke into his mouth.

That had him. As soon that smoke was all the way in his lungs, his
tongue
was entering my mouth, battling with mine. The kid was nervous,
excited and
horny all at once. He sucked face like it was his first kiss and
might be
his last. His tongue pushed forward in long, deep lapping motions
until
mine pushed back deep into the cavity of his hot mouth.

What's more, a hard, thick piece of cockmeat now nudged against my
hard
abdomen. Instinctively I reached down and grabbed it, feeling how
much
manhood this jock carried between his legs. He wasn't as hung as I
am, but
even without looking I could tell I had one large, hot, beautiful
piece of
stud dick in my hand. When my fingers explored the length of that
hard
cock, the jock moaned and jerked. The dickhead was real wet with his
goo,
and I should have taken that as a sign he was gonna blow any second.
Truth
was, I didn't care, I was getting off pushing this jock's buttons,
buttons
he didn't even realize he had. Instead of backing off, I frigged
that hot
dick harder, causing my new jock friend to whimper into my mouth.

Desperately, the boy pulled his head back and cried out. "Aw, man,
slow
down, fuck, stop, man, I'm gonna blow..."

"Yeah, stud," I growled, "You're gonna fucking blow. Right now."
With a
hard shove I pushed his back against the stall divider that stood
next to
the urinals as I crushed my hot, open mouth against his and really
jerked
his hard jock cock. The hunk's oral cavity felt delightfully silky
warm as
I probed deep with my tongue, scraping up every bit of jock spit I
could
before feeding it back to him.

I barely had time to move my free left hand (still holding the
cigar - I
had to bend a bit not to burn either of us) to catch his hot, thick
load
that started geysering out of his flared cock.

"Ungh, ungh, ungh" the boy chanted in rhythm into my open mouth as
he lost
his seed, depositing all that rich jock cream into the palm of my
hand.

As he came down from his orgasmic high, I backed away. My dick was
throbbing fiercely, but that could wait. If I knew anything, this
guy would
be mine for the night. So I decided to take my time. My hand was
coated in
this guy's jizz, so I took the smoldering cigar and wiped the sperm
off all
over the length. Globs of white clung to the brown tobacco.

The kid was still catching his breath, leaning back against the
divider,
his trousers undone and his still hard and dripping cock sticking
straight
out under his dress shirt. That dick was a beauty, long, wet and
perfectly
cylindrical, still pulsing and red with desire. The jock boy's eyes
were
closed and his mouth open, so I slid the wet end of the cigar back
into his
mouth. Instinctively his lips closed around it and I could tell he
was
sucking the film of sperm off the end.

I went to the sink to wash my hands and to stuff my hardon back into
my
jeans. Not an easy task, but I knew the night was young. I
sauntered back
to this stud and with a brotherly pat on the back spoke to him. "Fast
shooter, aren't you stud? Just let me know if you need a real man to
teach
you some control."

His eyes opened and looked into mine like a deer in the headlights.
He was
too stunned to speak or hell, maybe he was just enjoying the cum-
flavored
cigar too much to open his mouth. My hand traveled south to give that
perfect bubble butt a quick squeeze, then I was off. I opened the
bathroom
door and left him there spent and hard-dicked.

I'd returned back to my spot at the bar and downed the rest of my
beer. I
hated to wash away the taste of fresh jock spit that still filled my
palate, but hell I was thirsty. Dave walked up to me, staring at me
silently while I drank.

"You bastard," he finally greeted me.

"Me?" I asked, smiling.

"You had him in the bathroom didn't you?"

"Does it show?"

"On him it does. I never seen a happier freshly fucked face."

"Shit, Dave, I'm not done with that stud yet."

"Fuck, Bill, I can't believe you sometimes."

"What? Don't believe me? Take a look..." I pointed my head in the
direction
of my jock boy. The kid was smiling, drinking his beer, smoking his
cigar
and talking with his buddies. And looking right at me. Slowly and
deliberately, he pulled his cigar out of his mouth and when he put
it back
in, his tongue went out and lapped at one of the drops of cum that
still
clung to it.

"Jesus..." Dave said while walking away, the lust and jealousy
apparent in
his voice.

I bid my time, watching my jock boy and enjoying my beer, chatting
with
Dave whenever he had a down moment, telling him all the nasty things
I
wanted to do to my jock.

After about fifteen minutes my new buddy comes over with his friends
to
near where I'm sitting. The kid goes to the bar to order a round of
drinks,
and stands right in the space next to my stool. As he's giving his
order to
Dave, his hand slips down into my lap and grabs onto my hardon that's
trapped mercilessly in the pant leg of my jeans. The little fuck is
squeezing my meat good, working me up and milking out a good flow of
dick
dew into my boxers. All the while he's staring up at the TV screen
as if
nothing is going on, like he's just waiting for his drinks. But I
can see
that damned smirk on his face. By the end of the night, I knew I was
going
to wipe that smirk off him.

The place was filling up by now, so when their drinks arrive, the
jock and
his buddies stood in a circle of conversation right next to me. The
young
athlete made sure to stand where his backside pressed right into me.
Of
course, I took advantage of the situation to grab one of those
perfect
mounds in my right hand and feel the power of the kid's ass. Yeah,
that
was what the kid was waiting for, cause the moment my fingers grazed
his
dress pants, he backed himself so his plump butt was squarely in the
palm
of my hand. So I went to town. Why not give the boy what he wanted?
I
explored, caressed and needed every inch of that bubble ass, then
roughly,
I shoved my hand into the cleft of his ass, pushing the material
tight down
in there, then through the layers of cloth, started circling and
pushing at
his bunghole. I wish I could have seen his face as I diddled his
butt,
though I really didn't need to. I knew the guy was trying to keep a
straight face for his jock buddies but was fighting back the
feelings of
man pleasure washing over him. Feelings he probably didn't know he
could
feel from a perfect stranger in a bar, right in the open.

At one moment, the young men were all looking across the bar at some
woman,
so I took the opportunity. Reaching between his legs, I grabbed the
jock's
hard cock and quickly massaged it through his trousers. Fuck, you'd
have
thought the kid didn't just shoot a major wad in the bathroom thirty
minutes ago. Almost instantly, his hips were bucking back and forth,
as if
they could decide whether to break free of my hold or fuck his cock
into
it.

I made the decision for him, removing my hand. By then I'd had
enough of
the games. "Dave buddy," I called out to my friend. "I'm going home
now. Talk to ya tomorrow."

Dave gave me a quizzical look, nodding his head questioningly to the
young
man standing right next to me. But when he saw the look in my face,
he said
nothing about him, just told me to have a good night.

I sauntered out of the bar, making my way across the parking lot to
my
car. I lit up a cigarette and gave him exactly two minutes.

Sure enough, just as I was unlocking my car door, I saw in my
peripheral
vision my boy leave the bar and dash toward me.

"Wait!" he cried out.

I stopped as I opened the car door and looked expectantly at
him. "Yeah?"

"I...I didn't get your name."

"Bill." I offered my hand to shake.

"Jim. Jim Connors," he replied, his toothy smile showing just the
hint of
that cockiness I'd seen just a minute ago in the bar. "I just wanted
to say
that was a hot time... back in the men's room."

I didn't let go of his hand, but instead used my grip to pull his
hot body
closer to mine. I reached my left arm around his waist and held him
so I
could speak at a low, deep pitch. "Well, Jim, that was only the warm
up. I
think you want more. Tonight. Am I right?"

"What makes you think..." He tried to pull away but I held him
still. "I
mean, I just came out to say thanks, that's all. I..."

I shut him up with my mouth planted directly on his fine jock lips.
This
kid may have been cocky, but he offered no resistance as my tongue
pushed
deep into his oral cavity and claimed its territory.

That did it. This hunky side of grade-A all-American beef melted in
my
arms, as his hormones went into overdrive. His ballplayer bod
crushed into
mine, and I could feel that big hardon thrusting into my own
crotch. There
we were, two full-bodied muscled men making out in a deserted
parking lot,
swapping spit while his thick hands grabbed and clawed at my chest
and
biceps and mine ran the length of his beefy delts and lats and of
course
that taut, round jock butt.

I removed my mouth to begin a full frontal assault on his ear,
nibbling and
fucking my thick tongue in and out of the hole. This made the young
stud
moan and buck even more. "So, boy," I growl into his ear, "do you
want to
come home with me and get that sweet ass of yours fucked?"

Jim stuttered. "I never..."

"Fuck, guy, that's not what I asked. I asked if you were ready to
come back
to my place and get your ass fucked."

Sheepishly, the athlete hung his head down to gaze at his shuffling
feet. Then he looked up and met my eyes with his own lusty
gaze. "Yeah,"
he croaked in his collegiate baritone. "Yeah, I'd like that."

"Been thinking about it all night long, haven't you?"

"Yeah, man," he admitted.

"Thought so," I replied as I again crushed my hot lips against his
grinding
our horny, hungry mouths together. Greedily, my hands went straight
down to
his belt and unbuckled it, Within seconds I'd unzipped his dress
pants and
was pulling them down and just when I hooked my fingers in his
boxers, the
guy fights to break free of my lip lock.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he asks.

"Don't worry bud, just giving you a little preview." I pulled down
the
stud's underwear and took a brief second to admire that fully erect
cock
once more. "Turn around," I ordered.

I could tell he was scared. Scared of getting caught with his pants
down in
a public place. Scared people would find out this ballplaying star
was a
queer. Scared that he was gonna get fucked right there on the hood
of my
car. The kid was shivering.

"Easy, bud, your gonna love this." With a gentle push, I guided his
torso
down onto the car hood. I crouched down in position. Fuck, what a
sight!
Those jock globes flexed in front of me. Involuntarily, I'm sure,
but man
was that kid inviting me right in.

I took the mounds of flesh in each hand and pried the muscle apart.
The
crack was dusted in a trail of soft, blonde hair. There wasn't much
light
in the parking lot, but I could see a hot pink pucker spasming in
the fresh
night air.

I started right below his balls, alternating a good, thorough
tonguing with
a nibbling action that had my boy groaning and moaning. "Shit, Bill,
that
feels good. Ah, yeah, keep on going. I can feel your tongue touching
my
asshole! Ah shit, now you're eating me out! So fucking good! Don't
stop. Man, I didn't know it could be this great. Fuck, Bill..."

And that was the sound of Jim Connors' first rim job. I dug in deep,
my
strong fingers like talons in the firm flesh of his meaty ass, my
tongue a
pistoning spear delving into that tight hole and opening it up with
rhythmic, corkscrew motions. Then, I'd pull out and run the tip of
my
tongue all along the length between his buns, slathering that hot
crack and
getting it wet with my spit. Until I couldn't resist going back to
his
beautiful pucker and attacking it again, gnawing and licking and
slurping
at my jock's ass til I could sense he would blow if I continued.

Reluctantly, I pulled back, examining the fine specimen in front of
me.
His blue dress shirt was still on, his trousers were pulled down
just to
mid thigh, revealing the bulging mounds of alabaster jock muscle. Two
rounded twin peaks of flesh just begging to be fucked. Hard. The
crack
still shone wet with saliva, and my cock couldn't help but twitch
anticipating sinking into that wet hole.

I controlled myself though, and bent down to hook my arms underneath
the
athlete's arms, using my strength to pull the guy up to a standing
position
again. Like a madman, I attacked his neck and ear with my mouth,
biting and
kissing every inch, tasting the fresh scent of soap and cheap
cologne. Meanwhile, my hands reached up under his shirt and clenched
at the
burning flesh of his chest and torso. It was smooth and soft - and
muscle
hard. Better than I'd even dreamed.

Jim tossed his head back and growled. "Shit, Bill, that's fantastic.
You
got me so hot right now."

I looked over his shoulder to the hood of the car. Rivulets of pre-
cum ran
down the metal where his dick had lain. Jim's hardon throbbed and
dripped,
his reddened dickhead coated in the wetness of his cockslime.
Insistently,
my left hand reached down and grabbed at his balls, tugging the tight
nutsack down.

"Jesus, stud," I said, my right hand massaging his bulging pec
muscles and
thick nipples. "I don't know what kind of protein shakes your coach
has
been giving you, but those balls are leaking more jock cream than
some guys
can shoot."

"How did you know I was a jock?"

"Hell, boy, I can tell. I played ball too in college, got to be able
to
sniff out tight athlete butt. The real thing. What position do you
play?"

"Center, 1st string."

"Oooh, yeah, I shoulda known." I reached behind him to cup his
smooth, taut
ass, running my fingers deep in the cleft. "I bet you love it when
your
quarterback feels you up back here... Sticks his big hand right up
into
your crack... right there real tight... calling the fucking shots."

With that I shoved two fat fingers right into that hole. His
sphincter
clamped tight, holding my digits deep inside the heat of his rectum.
I
wiggled inside him, frigging his shithole as much as I could, and
massaging
his buttnut.

"Fuck, Bill, I'm cumming!" he cried as his dick jerked and out shot
a good,
healthy spray of football-jock sperm. The boy was crying and shaking
the
whole time. I don't think he'd ever had it so good. And the night
was young
still.

"Yeah boy," I cooed into his ear as his dick dribbled more onto my
car's
hood and his body came down from the heights of his second orgasm of
the
night. Instead of rough jabs, my fingers soothed and massaged his
rectum,
comforting him and loosening up that hole. "Couldn't hold back,
could ya?
That's OK, bud, let it loose. Bill's got all night to take care of
ya. Yeah, you're ready to come back to my place and get down to
business,
give it up for your man?"

I don't think I could have beat the vision of this jock's all-
American
handsome face turning to meet my gaze as he said "Yeah, OK, Bill,"
as his
hot mouth met mine in a kiss that told me he was ready to have his
sweet
cherry jock ass busted for good.

We were barely in the door of my place before Jim pressed his
hulking 6'5"
frame against my body and wrapped his arm around my waist. Once we
were out
of public eye, it was like a switch was turned on inside him and he
began
to attack my neck, my face and my mouth with his lapping tongue.

I reached around him and cupped that fine virgin ass. Its twin
mounds were
tight masses of power that flexed as my buddy gasped . My mouth went
straight to his jugular and started nibbling the thick, muscular
neckflesh. I'm positive I heard a whimper escape the jock's mouth
and felt
his rough hands reach down and begin to knead my crotch. He wasted
no time
fumbling around for my zipper and opening up the fly of my jeans.

The warm, rough hand felt exquisite wrapped tight around my aching,
horny
dick. I thought I was nearly going to get a case of blue balls, my
cock
hadn't been paid any attention all night. "Mmmnh," I sighed breaking
away
from a heated kiss. The stud looked down hungrily as he watched his
own
knuckles start a slow, steady caress of my hard dickflesh.

"Oh Bill, man, you're so big." I could see that my cock stuck out a
good
four inches past his large fist. I pulled back on my hips, watching
my dick
disappear back into his hand, then shoved forward again, thrusting
the
length of my meat past his powerful knuckles.

"Shit yeah," he murmured. This kid was getting off on the weapon
swinging
between my legs, and I was loving it. While one hand held my prick
in a
tight grasp, the other explored my ballsac and felt further down
between my
legs. I had to let out a gasp as his fingertips traced the hairs
leading
from my nuts to my hole.

"Ah, yeah, work that pole. Show me what you want stud."

"Man, I want to suck it." Now his mouth was assaulting my neck,
biting and
slurping every inch.

"Yeah?" I muttered while this jock god treated me to the sensations
I'd
just given him. "Does jock boy here want to suck that big cock? Get
your
lips wrapped around my long pole? Think you can handle it stud?"

My right index finger found his asspucker and shoved its way in. Jim
let
out a deep grunt. "Ungh! Uh, fuck...yeah, Bill, I want to try...try
to suck
all of that dick...suck it all down my throat."

I pushed harder and deeper into this tight chute with my finger. "All
right, you hot fucker, get down there and try." I pulled my hand out
from
his ass cheeks; he gasped as the digit plopped free from his hole. I
think
he was ready for me to take his tight jock hole right then and
there, but
after his hot talk, I wanted some tonguework on my tool. And I
wanted it
now.

I don't know what was hotter: the feel of his silky hot mouth
encircling my
dripping cockhead or just the sheer sight of this side of grade-A
beef
getting down on his knees and bending his haunches forward to lave my
hard-as-steel dick. The kid's ass may have been virgin territory,
but I
could tell this jock had sucked a dick or two before. Not an expert
cocksucker maybe, but he knew how to drop his jaw and open his
throat up to
take my thick, hard staff. I let him start off doing all the work,
and he
didn't disappoint. He attacked my cannon with full gusto - I looked
down at
the hunk bouncing his head up and down the cocklength, struggling to
cram
more and more dick down his hungry cocksucking throat. The boy
looked the
cross between a man on a dutiful mission and lust-crazed madman. I
was
fucking loving every minute of it. From time to time, I'd grab onto
his
meaty shoulders and use his massive torso for leverage, pounding my
dick
into his gullet without mercy. He'd whimper and shake with every
rough
thrust, but I didn't have to see his hard, wet dick to know he was
loving
it. I'd then rest for a minute, letting my new fuck stud do the work
and
he'd go at it even harder, as if to show he could suck my dick as
hard as I
could fuck his face.

My overheated balls were starting to draw up tight against my shaft
when
Jim spat my cock out. Gasping for air, he looked up at my lust-
filled face
and licked the dripping saliva off his lips.

"How do you want to come?" he asked. "Want me to swallow your load?"

I knew by the way he asked that he wasn't really asking. The stud
wanted my
cream. I grabbed my hardon and placed the flared head right on the
ledge of
his lips. With a squeezing motion I milked my shaft, pushing out
drops of
fresh pre-cum. I wanted to give the athlete a taste of jism, because
I knew
this load wasn't going down his throat.

"Yeah, boy," I growled. "I'd love to see you swallowing my nut, but
later. I want a go at that ass first. You think you'd like that?"

Those blue eyes looked up at me. I didn't even give him a chance to
answer. Fuck, I had to take that ass and I had to take it soon.
Roughly, I
pushed this stud back onto the floor and climbed on top of his
massive
frame. His rough, dry lips pressed insistently into mine as my tongue
clawed its way deeper into his oral cavity. Feverishly, I undid the
buttons
on his shirt and pulled the material back, exposing the fine
muscular chest
for my hands to feel and explore. The heat radiated of his smooth
skin and
I could feel both the nervousness and the lust in the shaking of his
body.

"Fuck, stud, tell me you're as hot for this as I am," I breathed
into his
wet, open mouth, battling his tongue with mine. I reached down with
my
hands and undid his belt and pants sliding them down as far as my
arms
could reach. His hard dick, still encased in the cloth of his boxers
pressed against my naked hardon. The hunk reached around my back and
ran
his large quarterback hands up and down my meaty back, running them
down to
cup my taut ass muscles as I started a slow deliberate thrust of my
cock
into his crotch. From the wet spot growing at the tip of his cock I
could
tell my built body and big dick were turning him on.

"Oh yeah, Bill, I don't think I've ever been this heated up. I
didn't know
it could feel so good." He ground his mouth rough and hard against
mine as
his hands gripped my ass.

"Shit, bud," I pulled back from him. "You haven't felt good yet."

Backing up, I pulled off his trousers and then grabbed the waistband
of his
underwear, yanking the material down. The big hardon throbbed and
jerked
the second it was free of its confines. The fuckstick looked good
enough to
eat. Maybe I'd have to get to that in a minute, I thought, but I
knew I
could wait much longer for that ass.

The minute I had his pants off, I pushed those thick, manly thighs
up and
apart. "Fuck!" I whistled. The 6'5" stud was splayed out before me,
his
beefy torso lying back while his massive thighs were pulled up and
spread,
revealing in full glory the beautiful hard jock dick sticking out
over a
nice set of round balls. My eyesight followed the trail of blonde
pubic
hair from his throbbing manhood to his rosy pucker. What a hot
fucking
sight.

Hungrily I dove right in, burrowing my hot tongue right in the
depths I'd
explored earlier in the parking lot.

"Damn, bud!" my jock boy breathed out. "That tongue's incredible.
Lick my
ass, stud."

I spoke in between slurps. "Yeah, Jim, nice hot jock ass..." In
again with
my tongue, then back out. "Fuckin meant to be taken, to be eaten
raw... "
Now I was corkscrewing my tongue in and out of his relaxed pucker.

"Fuck, I can feel your tongue going right into my hole. Deeper
Bill!"

"You mean that kid?" I asked, replacing my tongue with my fat
finger. I
didn't tease, I just pushed my digit straight into the heat of his
rectum. The tightness subsided and the chute opened up to accept my
probing
appendage.

Jim hissed and shuddered. "God, yeah," he breathed.

Again I pushed in, this time adding another finger. The assring
constricted
and tightened down on the new invader, but I was insistent and soon
was
loosening up the rosebud. The minute I started messaging the jock's
buttnut, he groaned and bucked his ass onto my hand. I had a live
one now.

"Shit, Bill, fuck me man. You gotta fuck me."

Fortunately for these occasions I kept a bottle of lube in the end
table
drawer in the living room. It took me five seconds flat to retrieve
it and
flip open the top.

I put the bottle of lube right at his opened pucked and squeezed. A
jet of
slick fluid shot out and into his rectum. The jock muttered something
incomprehensible and turned his head to the side.

"Yeah, bud, you like that?" I teased, squeezing the bottle
again. "Like me
lubing your butt? Just think how it's gonna feel when you got the
real
thing up your ass...think about how much your gonna like feeling my
cum
squirting up your hole, filling you good." For extra effect, I
squeezed the
lube once more, letting another cool jet of fluid coat the inside of
his
rectum. Besides, I knew that for his first time he'd need to be real
wet to
take a piece as big as mine. I wanted him to know he was fucked
right, but
I wanted him to enjoy losing his virginity as much as I was gonna
enjoy
taking it.

I put my cockhead right at that wet hole, nestling it inside the
indentation where the sphincter started to give. I didn't warn him,
as I
knew he'd tighten up that way, I just went ahead and put the first
inch or
two in, clearing the gate. He was horned up and ready for it, so I
encountered no resistance at first. Then the ass walls closed and
clung to
my cockhead. It felt incredible, the wet heat clinging to my
dickhead, but
I wanted more, I wanted to penetrate that ass, feel its depths, make
that
jock mine.

I reached down and grabbed his hips while I looked down into his
cute jock
face. "Yeah, boy, you gotta me in you now. Busting your cherry.
Taking you
right here on the fucking living room floor I'm so hot for your ass."

The kid grimaced, not so much in pain I could tell, but in anxiety
of what
was coming. I thought he might need a little encouragement. Slowly I
worked
his hole with corkscrew motions of my cock.

"You're hot for it too bud, I can tell. Been wanting my dick all
night long
haven't you stud?"

"Yeah," I pushed in another inch. "Ungh, fuck! Oh, yeah Bill, I
have... I've been wanting bad, only... only..."

"Only what, kid? You're taking it. Taking it like a pro." I pushed
more in,
slowly and surely. "Taking my big cock. Come on, boy, open up for
your
man. Let me show you a good time."

"Yes sir," he muttered and took a deep breath closing his eyes.

I pulled those amazing thighs further apart and sunk in deeper.
Positioning his ankles on my shoulders I leaned and kissed him.
Hard. More
of my hard dick slid into the most amazing virgin ass I'd ever
dicked.

"Umm, yeah, boy, I'm working my way in there. And you're fucking
letting
me. Letting that dick, that big fucking dick push your button. Yeah,
feel
that?" I slid my slick head over the magic knob buried a few inches
in his
guts. "That's your prostate."

"Oh, feels good. So fucking good."

"Hell, Jim, I know it does. That's why you're letting me in, deeper,
deeper. Letting me scratch that itch you got. That itch you don't
even
realize you have."

"Fuck me, man!" By now Jim's eyes were rolling back, on the line
between
pain and pleasure and his abs crunched and relaxed as his ass felt
the
waves of new, unchartered feeling spreading through him. "How can
this feel
so fucking good?"

That hole was dilating for me now. A few more inches sank
effortlessly in,
until hitting the next spot of resistance. "Let yourself feel how
great
that feels, Jim. How good it feels to be dicked, dicked deep." I
pushed
harder, eliciting a grunt and sigh from my jock boy. "You're giving
up
your cherry to one big piece of cock, Jim, I'm gonna make sure you
get
fucked right your first time. You feeling it Jim?"

"Fuck, yes, Bill. Fuck me...Fuck! Fuck!" His big paw of a fist went
down to
grab his distended cock, but quickly I grabbed his arms and stopped
him.

"No you don't buddy. I want you to feel this."

"Shit, I'm so hot now, gotta shoot."

"Nah, bud, not yet. Not til I tell you. You gotta learn some
control."

"Jesus!" he yelled throwing his head back in pure, fucked-out bliss,
in
ecstasy but frustrated at being unable to shoot.

"Let it build higher, Jim. Higher and higher. While my dick keeps
sinking
into you. You got a lot in you, bud, but it's not all the way
home... A few
more inches... Sinking slowly, letting you give up your tight ass to
me. And man is tight! Hot motherfucking ass."

"Can't fucking believe it. I got your big cock... so much in me...
When I
saw you at the bar, man, I could help but stare at your crotch, you
had so
much packed there. I kept thinking how you must have a big dick and
what it
would feel like to be fucked. "

"You're feeling it now, bud," I replied, shoving more in, my balls
within
an inch of his hole.

"Fuck yeah!"

Now I had all of my cock buried in his hole. It fit so well, I took a
minute to savor the feel.

"Feel that stud? All nine fucking inches buried up your tail. I've
fucked
every last bit of cherry outta that sweet virgin ass of your. Now
all you
got is a big fat dick fucking up your hole. Yeah, now I'm pulling
back
getting ready for another thrust...Yeah, pounding that jock cunt
now..."

Jim was going crazy now, his hands grabbing and clawing at my chest,
my
arms my back, wherever the fuck he could hold onto as I pummeled his
tight
end.

"Yeah, I'm taking your cherry ass. Fucking it right. I'm gonna make
my
jock buddy feel real good. You know why? ...huh?... Cause next time
you
see me, I want you dropping those pants and spreading those big jock
legs
of yours. Letting me fuck you silly. Cause I like this ass too much,
kid. Won't be able to keep away from it."

"You won't have to, man. Just keep fucking me, and I'll be happy.
Happy
giving my jock hole up for you."

"Yeah, I'm your man now... conquering your tight jock hole. Dicking
you
whenever the fuck I want. It turns you on, too." I looked down into
his
sweaty boy-next-door face, looked down at the grin peeking through
the
grimace. "Yeah, turns you the fuck on, to be dicked like this.
You'll never
forget your first fuck...will be coming back for me. That first seed
that
sperms your guts, makes you a man..."

My hot fuck was evidently turning him on, cause he reared his head
back and
shouted, "Come on Bill sperm me. Shoot your fucking load in me.
You're
taking my cherry, didn't even fucking ask, just took it like the man
you
are. Fucking my cum out... ah, Fuck!"

His sperm jetted out of his dick unaided, but not before my gun
began to
discharge into the virgin reaches of his guts. Each fuck thrust grew
squishier and squishier as my balls were emptying out their first
load of
the evening. I filled that ass to capacity and then some as white
hot sperm
began leaking out with each thrust in and out. It was Jim's third
load, but
even it was a gusher, crossing his torso with ropes of searing
liquid.

Now that I had conquered his hole, I wasn't ready to pull out so
soon. My
dick was still hard as a rock and I knew I could have another go in a
minute. I held still and let Jim come down off his first anal
orgasm, his
body still shaking for three good minutes. Then I bent down and met
him in
a rough, wet kiss.

"Thanks, Bill," he said between tongue swaps. "I needed that."