End of Baseball Season

End of Baseball Season Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)

WARNING: The following is for adults only. Contains graphic depictions of men having sex with men. Do not read if this bothers you. The characters do not practice safe sex, but this is fiction. In the real world, wear a rubber when you fuck and always play safe.

Thanks to all the guys out there who have written in response to my stories. (My previous stories are listed in the Authors section of Nifty.) Even if I haven't had the chance to respond, I appreciate it. I WILL continue with Team Reward and Parents Weekend, it's just taking me time. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this one. If it gets you off, let me know. Comments to billdrake@hotmail.com.

End of Baseball Season Bill Drake

Damn, was I one horny jock! For the last couple of months, during the season, Coach had told us to stay celibate. Said getting our rocks off would drain our energy and hurt our performance. So for the past two months, nothing for this twenty year old athlete: no pussy, no blowjobs, no assfucking, no men, no women, no jerking off either. True, my hormones wouldn't quiet abide and I had a number of mornings when I'd wake up lying in sheet soaked full of jism from dreams I couldn't remember. But I did as Coach instructed. Maybe it was psychological, but my performance on the field was better. We even ended the season with a number of wins, including the last game.

It felt good, real good, to be closing out the season with a win, but what I was really looking forward to was a good lay. The other fellows on the team were the same way - any other time we would have just whipped out our cocks in the shower for a nice, slow circle jerk, but after putting it off so long, our natural response was oddly enough to wait, to put off shooting our stored up loads when we had a hot chick riding our cocks.

I knew my plan of action. I was going to the biggest and most-packed meat market among the bars near campus, the one that had the biggest reputation for easy and horny women looking for jock dick. So I showered up to get ready, and afterward paused in front of the mirror to take a look at myself. My dick throbbed in utter horniness. I don't know when I'd seen it so long and thick and erect. I don't have a really long cock, but it's pretty thick, and gets the job done.

As I toweled off I couldn't help but remark how in shape my body was. I hadn't really taken a look all season, but my workout schedule and playing had combined to tone and build both my upper and lower body, and I had shed some of the extra pounds that had accumulated around my waist off season. Fuck, I looked hot, and I was proud. Big, meaty pecs, biceps that balled into cords of powerful muscle, my abs not perfectly ripped but definitely rockhard. And a nice, high and round butt and a set of thick, muscular quads.

I pulled on a snug ringer T shirt that clinged to my muscles and stretched tight across my meaty lats. I didn't bother with underwear, I wanted my dick riding loose and free, so I just slipped on a pair of shorts. I put on some running shoes and a baseball cap and I was ready: a hardbodied horny jock on the prowl for cunt.

The place was packed with hot women and truth be told with some pretty hot guys, too. Unfortunately, two months is a long time, and I found I'd lost my touch hitting on women. I sat at the bar and tried to strike up conversation with each pretty sorority girl that came up. Some laughed gracefully at my advances then fled as soon as they got their drink. Most snubbed me by turning the other way or walking over to a different part of the bar. I was feeling less and less like a jock stud and more and more like a loser. Particularly since another guy at the bar kept smirking and laughing whenever I'd get shot down.

Finally, this guy leans over to me and says, "Sorry, bud, I don't mean to laugh at your expense. It's just that I've been having the same kind of luck tonight."

I looked up at him. Blue eyes and a boy-next-door smile with perfect white teeth greeted me. His face was pure jock masculinity, including the short blonde hair and the square jaw line. This fucker was big - at least 6'4", which was a good three inches on me, and really muscular. He wore a gray practice T-shirt with the football team's name in pale maroon letters on the right chest. His jeans were filled with big, muscular legs and an ass to die for. I couldn't believe this hunk was having any troubles chatting up the women.

"Really?" I said.

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

"Maybe," I added, "but I'm sure horny. Haven't had a lay in months." I told him about Coach's no-sex policy. He laughed and said his coach had similar notions, none of which he paid attention to.

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

"Do you want to?" I asked.

"Hell no," he laughed and clicked our beer bottles together before drinking the last of his. "Let me get you another beer," he said. He motioned to the bartender who apparently was a friend of his. Two beers were coming our way in short order.

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

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

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

Conversation came easily and I felt at ease around Cliff. At one point our eyes locked and I recognized the look. It was not one of male camaraderie. It was a "I want to fuck you tonight" look. I'd been with enough guys to recognize it.

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

"What, bud?"

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

"You wish" I replied by instinct. This was the kind of banter I had all the time with my drinking buddies, whether supposedly 100% straight or the real thing.

"Hell, a couple of guys on the team have gone to every home baseball game this season. I've gone with them a few times."

"No shit?" I said. The baseball team at my school never drew much of a crowd, unlike the football games. So frankly I was surprised to hear from anyone who'd actually attended one of our games, much less a football jock. See, football is practically a religion on campus, and its players have a reputation for inflated egos.

"Yeah, you guys are really good this year. And I'm not just saying that. I used to play baseball in high school, so I know good playing when I see it. "

"Thanks man," I say.

"Plus..." and he paused and lowered his voice so only I could hear. "I think some of the baseball jocks are the hottest guys around."

By now he was leaning his perfect bod close against mine, his tongue practically in my ear as his big quarterback hand reached down to squeeze the hardening cock trapped in my shorts. "What do you say, bud? I can feel that big load you've been saving up. I'd love to fuck that load clean outta your balls. Drain those nuts good."

I was like a deer caught in the headlights. Nervously I looked away and watched the barback putting away clean glasses; even he occasionally would look over at me with a suspicious look, aware that something was going on. I felt my face blush. All I could think about was this hunky quarterback's hand. And his deep voice whispering low into my ear. That hand massaging my crotch felt so good. All the weeks of my self-imposed celibacy stirred in my loins and my cock grew rigid within seconds.

"Yeah..." the football jock murmured, "You're primed and ready. What do you say we get outta this place, bud?"

I finally had the courage to look up into his face. Shining green eyes pierced right into my soul. They knew I needed it. I'd gone to the bar for pussy, but now that I met the hottest hunk I'd ever laid eyes on, a hunk eager to ball me, hell, I knew this was how I was going to get my nut off tonight. I stopped fighting it and smiled back at him.

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

We went to his place. I couldn't get over how hot Cliff looked. His broad, powerful back filled his snug T-shirt and his jeans were filled with a bubble butt I would kill for. And from behind I could admire the bulk of his massive triceps. I followed him to his kitchen where he pulled out two bottles of beer from the fridge. He handed me one.

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

"To end of season!" I repeated, never more sincere in a toast. We drew a couple of sips, just looking at each other in silence, when this guy wrapped his massive left arm around my back and pulled our bodies together. Our lips mashed together and our tongues battled for supremacy. I felt his left hand circle back around to the front of my body and cup my hardened cock in my shorts. He was driving me wild, and I grabbed his taut ass cheeks and ground my crotch into his strong hand while I held on to him and met his kiss with fevered intensity.

After a few minutes, he pulled back, smiling and looking at me with lust-ridden focus. "Shit," he murmured, "I knew you'd be a hot one." Quickly, he pulled off his shirt, revealing a perfect, huge chest. His pec muscles bulged out in round, firm mounds of power, tipped with red-pink nipples and coated with a thick coat of blonde hair. His abs rippled down to the crotch of his jeans and, on the sides, met a set of striated obliques. His hand grabbed my crotch and squeezed my nutsac gently. Even through the material, I could feel as his fingers caressed my swollen nuts.

"Mmmh...," he murmured, "bet these boys have a nice, big load of jocksperm stored up." As his hand continued fondling my excited crotch, I kneaded the bulging muscle in his upper arms and shoulder and began licking the salty skin of his knotted, sinewy muscleneck.

My hand grasped his exposed lats flaring the length of his back as his hand grabbed my head and pushed it straight into his chest. Instinctively, my tongue began lapping at the soft fur and the steel-hard muscle beneath. Searching around, I found an erect nipple and began my attack on it, sucking, licking, and biting frenetically as this stud showed his appreciation by rubbing my hair and holding my head tight against his firm bod.

His torso rippled and flexed as his arms reached down to unbuckle his belt, then undo the button and zipper of his jeans. I was tasting the most perfect freshly-washed jockskin with a hint of masculine aroma. The blonde hairs tickled my tongue as I explored the vast expanse of his heaving chest.

"Yeah, bud, that's it..." he encouraged as his prick plopped out of his jeans. It didn't yet touch me, but I could feel its heat and power radiating in front of me.

Harder and more fervently I licked, gnawed and sucked at that perfect male skin that stretched tight over every inch of his football-hardened torso. I particularly loved sucking the downy blonde hairs on his massive chest, feeling his sticky-warm cockhead trace an outline on my own chest muscles.

After I had explored every crevice with my eager tongue and coated his pelt with my spit, Cliff pulled my face off him and looked into my eyes. Our lips pressed forward, meeting and parting as our tongues prepared to duel and our saliva mingled. I now stood up fully grabbing the back of his head with my hand and running my hand through his soft blonde hair while we sucked face.

I took the chance to undo my shorts and let them drop to my ankles. My dick was free at last. It sprang up hard as fuck and already sopping wet from my nonstop leaking since the bar. Our bodies met again and the feel of one stud muscles against the other was incredible.

"Goddamn," he laughed while our mouths met repeated for deep, soulfull kisses, "you have the wettest fucking cock... So hot... I love it when a stud gets all wet thinking about getting screwed right by a football jock..."

Our cocks ground together as our pelvises went into autopilot. I felt the magnificent heat from his tool and relished the firm thickness of it pressed against my overheated, drooling shaft. I looked directly into his eyes as we kiss and felt a spark of electricity shoot through me and right into my cock, which I could feel contract and spurt out another spritz of precum.

"Shit, I can feel your dick drooling all over my cock," he muttered, "... two months, huh?" He laughed again, cut off only by my probing tongue and hard kiss.

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

That cock. The fucker had to be at least nine inches. And it was the perfect shape, too. Nice, long and round all the way up til its head flared slightly. One perfect piece of proportioned jock meat.

And hard as a crowbar. Instinctively I grabbed it. It was still poker-hot and now more than a little slick from my dick dribble. I massaged the clear liquid into the skin and admired the wonderful length of his meat. Starting a smooth stroke rhythm I bent down. The staff stood proudly and pointed straight to my face. I stared at the piss-slit, which was beginning to bead with moisture, as I bent my knees and hunched down.

Cliff's firm hand clasped my shoulder muscles as he encouraged me with his words, half whispered, half growled. "That's it, John, suck that baby." Stroking his cock, I first attacked his round nuts, coated with that beautiful blonde fur. The skin of his scrotum immediately tightened drawing his large testicles to his crotch as I licked and soaked them with saliva. I removed my tongue and a bead of warm spit collected at the bottom of one of his large, round orbs and dripped on to the floor.

Suddenly, I felt his hand guide my head back as his other positioned his cock right at my wet mouth. "Open up, buddy," Cliff said as I parted my lips and the thick scepter pushed in and filled my oral cavity. "Yeah, wrap those cocksucking lips around my tool. Show me how you baseball studs suck dick." I didn't really need any encouragement. My mouth salivated all around his pistoning rod. While he began a deep, inward thrust, I stuck my tongue out as far as I could to taste the cockflesh before it entered my mouth. The effect was to open up my throat more, to allow his bone to plow deeper into my gullet.

Methodically, the football hunk fucked my face. And I loved it. My cock was twitching in excitement by the time he pulled out his spit-covered prick, which waved enticingly in front of my face. I looked up and saw a perfect body towering above me. That chest bulged out above the taut stomach, and the view was rounded out by his big jock dick.

I dove back onto his meat and began sucking and bobbing my head. He breathed out as if he'd been holding his breath the last minute. "Ooh, that's it, stud. Take all my fucking meat." I licked up and down his shaft, gathering every drop of extra spit and precum that I could before working my way back to the top and diving down on his monster prick. His filthy talk just urged me on more, opening up my throat to take in inch after inch of his throbbing, hard football-player meat.

Once again, he grabbed my head and held it still while pumped his hips, ramming his hard cock deep into my gullet and pressing his blonde pubes into my face. His hands partially covered my ears, so I could barely make out his words. "Yeah, boy, suck me. This is what I wanted at that bar. When I looked over and saw your stud face looking over at me. Wanted to unzip and pull out my big hardon and screw that hot fuckable mouth of yours, fuck it good and hard. "

Finally he pulled out. His spit-slick cock quivered as he caught his breath and looked down at me, my mouth open and chin dripping in saliva. With his right hand, he reached down and grabbed his massive dick and slapped my face with it. Over and over, first left cheek and right cheek, he dick-slapped me, coating my face with the wet juices that clung to his cock. "God, Cliff..." I moaned than began my oral assault on his weapon once more. Fuck, I wanted his juice more than anything and knew I'd shoot my own load in the process.

Only Cliff grabbed me and stopped me, extracting his cock from my hungry mouth. "Shit, stud, you're too good. I gotta take a break or I'll shoot." His hand circled around his cock, less to stroke it than to protect it from my oral advances. Greedily, I kept lapping away, sucking his thick fingers and licking the tightened flesh of his scrotum. "Yeah?" I asked. "What's wrong with that?" I was really hot now.

Cliff laughed and with a simple gesture both tousled my hair and pushed me gently away from his crotch. "Don't think I don't wanta shoot right now. You're a damn good cocksucker, John. But I think we'll both be glad if we take a rest, cool down a bit. Besides, you're the one who hasn't had his nut in weeks. Tonight's gonna be all about getting you off like you've never gotten off before."

"Yeah?" I shot back, slowly standing to my feet. My dick stuck out obscenely, aching and wet with desire. I planted my wet cocksucking lips right on Cliff's hot mouth. We ground our mouths together for a minute, then my fuck partner pulled off and spoke.

"Yeah, bud. I can tell you're all wound up right now. Nuts so full you can't take it. Am I right, stud?" Before I could answer he grabs my cock and begins jacking the rod with a cool, assured hand. My body jerked in shocks of pleasure. I so wanted to nut right then and there. I almost did. Only the last shred of self-control kept me from spurting my ball batter all over this hot football stud standing in front of me.

This stud was now grinning at me, incredulous at my extra-bad case of the horns. His hand went lower down to cup my nut sac. "Shit, you're primed all right. Gonna keep you worked up..."

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

He hefted my nuts in his quarterback hand and my cock spit out more slime. "Shit, buddy, I don't think you're gonna last that long." Cliff grabbed my erection and gently stroked it, keeping it just under a full boil.

"Oh, that's hot! Yeah, I wanta shoot now. But I've saved my juice for two months now, and I can hold out a couple more hours... If it'll make it hotter."

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

I stepped back, soaking in the sight of this stud's body standing nude and in full erect glory in front of me. I wondered what it would be like to be Cliff's teammate, to see him shower everyday. I had to close my eyes a second to think about something besides sex. I knew my erection wouldn't go down, but at least I could calm down enough that I wouldn't shoot at a second's notice.

As I opened my eyes, Cliff was already walking past me. He patted my shoulder and walked around to the counter where he'd set his beer. Putting the bottle to his mouth, he took a long hard drink of it. I took his lead and found my own bottle. My mouth was a bit dry after all the dicksucking, and I found myself parched. We both stood leaning against the counter silently while we drank our beers. Somehow we didn't need to speak - our hardons didn't go away and we both knew that if we spoke or made eye contact we'd be on top of each other's body all over again. By the time I'd finished I noticed that he was near the end of his bottle.

"Another?" he asked.

"Sure, man." I replied.

He handed me another bottle and clinked the necks like before. "Seems that you like beer as much as I do," he said.

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

"You ever funneled?"

It took a minute for me to figure out what he was referring to, then I remembered a party where I'd joined some of the other fellas in drinking beer poured through a funnel right down our open throats.

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

Cliff laughed. "Yeah, that shit really fucks you up if you've been drinking all night." He paused then continued, "You want to do it?"

"What? Now?"

"Sure. I don't have a funnel, but a teammate of mine showed me another, better way of doing it. Less dangerous."

I thought about it for a second. To tell the truth, I'd rather continue having sex, but I knew that the moment we did I'd be losing my load, so I figured that holding off a little while longer might be a good thing. Besides, I was by now losing my buzz from the bar. "OK, show me this new trick." I said.

"Follow me," he said. He led me down the hall and into a spacious bathroom. I took a minute to admire this athlete's fine body, especially that wonderfully powerful ass that flexed with every step.

I awaited explanation, but instead Cliff stepped silently into the shower-tub. He started to face away, then turned to me and said, "Put your beer down. Right there on the ledge. We'll get to it in a minute"

As I followed his instructions, he bent his upper body forward at a 45 degree angle, his left hand on the tile wall propping his weight up. Man, was his back magnificent! If you looked close, you could see every sinew and every knot of powerful, hard muscle, and the entire expanse of his lats and traps were covered in waves and ridges of musculature. But the overall impression was sheer mass. I thought what it would be like to crawl on top of that wonderful back, to feel it beneath as I slipped inside this football player's ass. Just the thought sent jolts of electricity to my loins, and my cock jerked and slapped against my belly several times in spontaneous fits of horniness. Absently, my hand reached down and began messaging the flesh of my hard scepter, rubbing the pre-spunk into the skin, smoothly stroking the moist surface of the engorged head. Fuck, I had to pull away or I would blow and quick.

As I looked up I meet the steel gaze of Cliff's green eyes. "Ready, stud? When I pour, you drink. Got it?"

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

Cliff then lifted the can of beer and began pouring right into the crevice between his shoulder blades. In the position he was in, his lats flexed spasmodically, making the pouring surface somewhat uneven, but the liquid nonetheless flowed straight down the valley in his dorsal muscles. The beer was still cold and the hulking football player shivered and hissed when it passed over his hot flesh and especially when it trickled down his ass crack over his hairy jock hole.

By now I knew what I was supposed to do. I reached forward and grabbed onto the mighty ass cheeks in front of me. They tensed and flexed as I parted them and guided my mouth without hesitation into his blonde-furred crack. The cold beer flowed steadily into my open mouth. I drank it as fast as I could. Some of the liquid ran out the sides of my mouth and down my neck and chest, but I was able to catch and swallow most of it.

In contrast to the cold of the beer, the heat that radiated from the cleft of Cliff's fine ass was incredible. I could taste the faint trace of man in the drink. Feeling slightly inebriated now, my head was also swimming with full-on testosterone-pumped jocklust. This guy was a god and my face was nestled right in his powerful quarterback ass. Gently - and I had to be careful to do this while swallowing a nonstop flow of brew - I stuck my tongue out til it connected with Cliff's puckered hole. I couldn't move or maneuver my tongue without gagging, but just the sheer connection of contact sent a jolt of electric horniness through my body.

Into my mouth poured more brew as it flowed from his asscrack and right onto my tongue. The feeling was marvelous. My hands massaged this hunk's powerful legs and I felt like I could feel every hair on his thick thighs, that's how supercharged my senses were right then.

By now the bottle was empty and I could lap up the remaining drops with wide swaths of my tongue. I was like a man possessed now, I wanted nothing more than that ass. Wanted to own it, to lick every goosebump and hair running down the crack. Wanted to work his tight hole with my tongue and give him every ounce of pleasure that I could.

And I did all that and more. Whereas before my hands held his cheeks apart, now I relied on the inward pressure of my face to keep his melon ass spread while my hands gripped his hips roughly and pulled them back and forth on my thick, exploring tongue in rhythm.

At first Cliff tried to urge me on, to tell me to drill his hole with my tongue, but soon his words were just a series of incoherent moans. I couldn't see his cock, but I knew it was at full mast and charged. This football hunk's excitement just spurred me on. Inward, I tongue fucked this stud harder, forcing my tongue deeper and deeper, then pulling out from time to time to take wide, full licks at his hole and his hairy crack. It still tasted of beer, but somehow that made me hornier.

I could have gone on all night but a voice interrupted me. "John, buddy, I'm thirsty. Wanna switch?"

I pulled back and felt my cock spit in anticipation. This god wanted to rim me too. I stood up and brushed my meat against his perfect ass. The melons of butt muscle were firm and slick with all my spit. Quickly I humped his warm, wet crack, careful not to but my nut.

Cliff turned around and our cocks smacked each other as if two swords battling. "Sorry stud, I'm strictly top." His face crushed into mine as we met in a hot, slow kiss. He pulled back and continued, "But trust me, I'm gonna make sure you get off big tonight..." Again we kissed. "...Man, when I get to fucking you, you're gonna see stars... shooting your thick load with my dick deep in you... You want that, stud? Want my big quarterback cock fucking you deep? Showing you how good it can feel to be a man? To be a man getting dicked senseless by another man?"

I grabbed his hard dick and felt the power in my hands. I thought what it would be like to have this huge cock up my ass and my whole body shuddered. "Fuck yes," I whipered.

"Fuck yes what, John?" he asked while licking my neck and ear and wrapping his massive arms around my upper body.

"Yes, I want you to fuck me tonight, Cliff." It was hard for me to say that out loud, to admit, but I knew I wanted it, knew that's why I came home with this beefy football stud. I told him so.

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

I smiled since I knew what kind of drink he wanted. I got in position and grabbed my beer bottle of the tub ledge. Cliff got in right behind me, his face positioned at my ass.

"Man, this ass is perfect," he said, running his callused quarterback hands along my gluteal muscles. "So fucking hot..."

Actually he didn't get all the last words out, as his voice was muffled when his mouth dove in and started chewing and tongue-fucking my hungry hole.

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

He worked on my ass like a madman, munching and licking and sucking til I was about lost in a fuck daze. He tore his talented mouth away long enough to tell me to pour the beer. I did and Cliff lapped it up keeping his tongue on my sensitive hole.

When the beer was gone, Cliff stood up and wrapped his arms around me. Slowly and steadily, that beautiful cock nudged in my hole and sunk in as Cliff pushed forward.

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

"Shit, fuck me, Cliff"

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

Hell, this wasn't my first cock. Or even my tenth. But I was relatively inexperienced to getting shafted back there, so I was worried that Cliff's large prick would tear me in two. I needn't have worried. By now I was so worked up and randy my ass dilated right up and let him in. In a smooth motion, the nine inches of cock sunk deep into my rectum, filling me up good.

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

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

"How's it feel, buddy?" The football hunk licked my neck and played with my chest and nipples. I was on fire.

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

Cliff ran his hands down my torso and grabbed onto my hips. "Been a while since you've been dicked, hasn't it bud?" His cock throbbed in my ass.

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

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

My cock spasmed. Precum was now dripping onto the porcelain of the tub. "Shoot it in me, Cliff. I need your cum."

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

"Oh, fuck me!"

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

"Shit!" I yelled.

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

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

"Good...I'm feeling fine myself." In his thrust again. With each thrust I could feel my dick leak and my nuts churn. I wanted to cum, needed to cum.

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

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

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

"Fuck me Cliff"

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

"What?" I moaned.

"I have the hottest baseball jock on campus, nude as a buck in my shower and I'm nailing his ass. Tell me, stud, do you like getting screwed standing up or would you rather get on all fours and get fucked like a dog?"

"Oh, man..."

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

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

"Anytime, bud?"

"Anytime you want."

"Good," Cliff grunted, now in the throes of a deep fuck. "Cause I love this ass. I love your whole fucking body, stud. It turns me on."

I started to grab my cock to jack it off and shoot my load, but Cliff caught my arms and held them still.

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

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

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

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

The football hunk kissed the side of my face as he ground his pelvis into my hole. Each time his giant meat filled me up it made me feel full and my prostate trembled in ecstasy.

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

"Yeah, I need it."

"I know, babe, I know."

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

"Not here" he murmured as his jackhammered his hard meat deep into me. Then he stopped his thrust. He reached down and grabbed his cock and slowly extracted it, careful not to create a vacuum in my bowels.

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

"To the bedroom, stud," Cliff said. "I want to do this right." Once again our lips met in a fiery fuck passion that took two full minutes to quell.

"Move on," he ordered.

I dove onto his bed and the jock hunk was right behind me. Our bodies crashed together in heat as we ground our horny crotches together and felt the electricity form where our nipples made contact with rock-hard chest muscle flesh.

Cliff looked down at me with a look of love and lust in his eyes. "All right. Time to take you home." With that, he lifted my thighs and rammed his cock right into my guts. My ass clenched tightly around the invading shaft as I felt my ball juice start to swirl and rise.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum."

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

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

"Yeah, I'm home. My big dick's planted tight in your ass. All nine fucking inches driving you there. Yeah, you're feeling it. Give it up bud. You earned it. Two fucking months worth. Two months I could have been screwing this ass. Why did you have to wait, John? A big jock like you? I could have made you feel this good whenever you got the horns. I'd have just taken you back here and bent you over and fucked you like I'm fucking you now..."

That was it. I nutted. Two months of dick wad sprayed out of my cock and all over my body. I cried out. Tears flowed out of my eyes. My arms grabbed on to Cliff's huge biceps as he pumped my guts over and over.

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

It was still coming out. I was swimming in spunk. The white musk covered my torso and neck, even my chin. Some had shot in my hair and onto my face. Spurts still came out and splashed on the pooled jizz collecting on my chest and abs. Waves of ecstasy passed from my ass and cock and went all over my whole body. I briefly passed out.

Cliff still fucked away.

When I came to, he was thrusting like a rabbit. He cried out, his chest heaving in deep breaths. He stopped his thrusts for just a half second as he scooted forward and lifted my ass up at the same time. This new position gave him more direct access to my hole and he wasted no time in grabbing onto my thighs and pounding me rough and fast.

This time it was all about him. He showed no mercy and thankfully, I didn't need or expect it. I was still shooting the last remnants of my megaload and was feeling no pain. Each jab of his prick sent a little spurt of cockjuice from the tip of my hardon. This man had shown me a orgasm unlike any I'd ever felt and I sure as hell was grateful. I wanted him to get his relief, to shoot his jizz deep into my guts.

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

Cliff could barely answer he was so close to his nut. His body was in auto-fuck overdrive now and the man could barely think. "Ahh, stud, are you sure? Got a big load about to blow."

"Yeah, Cliff, I'm ready and I want it. Want you to fuck it right into me with that big cock of yours."

"It's yours, big boy." With that he hosed me full of his spunk. It felt full and majestic. His seed lubed his cock, making it feel rubbery as it continued its final thrusts. I grabbed onto Cliff's firm ass as it thrust and flexed. This football stud was pumping me full of his nut and I was loving it.

Cliff collapsed onto my chest, resting his head next to mine as he panted and tried to regain his composure. My thighs were still up in the air, wrapped around the small of Cliff's back and Cliff's big dick was still lodged deep in me, though it was starting to shrink after discharging its load.

Cliff raised his upper body and looked me in the eye. "Thanks, John, that was a fantastic fuck." Our lips met and we slowly and passionately kissed as our heartbeats returned to a normal pace.

We broke the kiss and looked solemnly into each other's eyes. About the same time we broke into a smile. "To the end of baseball season," I said.

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