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This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of Reggie Bush or any personal knowledge about his private life (no matter how bad you may want to fuck him). But it will make you cum. And isn't that all that matters anyway? ENJOY! [Feedback is always appreciated: Ohleander@yahoo.com]
FUCKING REGGIE BUSH *******************************************
I had the dream again.
I'm at Trojan stadium standing on the stairs at the far end of the football field overlooking the goal post. The seats are empty and the silence was howling. I could smell the newly cut grass mixing with the fresh paint on the field. Everything was prepared for a game but there wasn't a person in sight. Suddenly I heard a sound echoing through the open air. My eyes searched the cavernous stadium, looking east and west as far as I could see and found nothing. Then, like a mirage, he appeared standing at the 50-yard line; an oasis on a deserted field. He was standing still with his back to me as he tossed a football in the air. He wasn't wearing his number, but I knew who he was instantly. In fact, the only thing he had on was the pair of cleats on his feet and his yellow uniform pants with the maroon stripes down the side. They were so tight it looked as though he'd been sewn into them. The rest of him was naked.
I walked down the stairs and onto the field. Almost immediately he stopped tossing the ball the moment I stepped on the turf. He was waiting for me. I walked forward slowly, savoring the sight of this magnificent hunk of man. His sweaty muscular back heaved in and out as he palmed the football with one hand. His triceps were flexed even though he wasn't trying, and his biceps were so huge I could see them from the back. I crept up behind him and ran my hands over his wide shoulder blades, then around his thick neck and down his beefy arms. He just stood there, letting me do whatever I wanted. I lay my head on his broad shoulder in ecstasy as I traced the veins popping out all over his thick forearms. By that point my dick was so far up his ass without actually being inside him, I clung to him so close. My boner was nestled in the warm crease between his thick thighs, just below his ass of steel. He activated his powerful thighs, and with awesome muscle control he jerked and milked my cock through the fabric. I had to grip his sweaty arms to contain my excitement. Without stopping his stride, he turned his head and locked eyes with me. He smiled innocently almost as if he didn't know what the lower half of his body was doing to me. I smiled back and came closer to kiss his soft lips. But then, his lips curled and his mouth tightened as he really went to work jerking me off with his powerful legs. He pushed his ass back into me, swiveling his hips as he crushed my cock between his quads. I slipped my hands under his arms and wrapped myself around his big body, hugging his muscled torso for support. My head was so heavy with lust. I let it fall back down on his shoulder with my gaping mouth panting for air as he looked at me. We stay just like that, me humping him as he beat me off under that clear blue sky. Finally, just as I started to cum, he was gone, vanishing as quickly as he had appeared.
Like always, I woke the next morning with my dick and thighs crusted over with cum. Dreaming about him always made me come harder than usual. I'd always had a thing for black guys too. Never had the guts to act on it though. Mainly my fixation with them had been from a distance. I had become a pro at stealing secret glances here and there. My eyes couldn't help being immediately drawn to the form of a black man. Especially one that was very well built. In high school gym class I had plenty of opportunities to catch many a black hottie in various stages of undress and it only piqued my desire more. God, there was nothing like a cute cocky young black stud. I guess the mystique about black men was that they were so different from me, with my sandy brown hair and green eyes. Though I wasn't the palest guy, thanks to my Greek-Italian mother. But don't get me wrong though, I have plenty of black friends and we're all cool. None of them ever knew about the way I felt though. In fact, not everyone knew I liked guys. Not even to this day. Not even my wife. But that's another story...
This story starts when I got the dream job assignment of my life. I'd just been hired not too long ago by an up-and-coming sports magazine to be their head sports writer. I'd played sports all through high school and college. But when I realized halfway through freshman year that I wasn't going to make the pros (a hard pill to swallow for any headstrong, cocky kid), I settled for a degree in journalism. My favorite sport was football so I always stayed close to the game. I knew every player, every stat, college or pro, you name it. I lived for the game. I figured if I couldn't be a part of the game that I'd make a living writing about it.
It was late spring and most NFL teams were starting their mini-camps. It was a long arduous process to get their players back on the road to being game ready, re-conditioning their hard bodies for another grueling season ahead. After months of fluff pieces, the editor of the magazine saw fit to give me a story worth reporting. My assignment was to cover a few of the newly drafted rookies on their first few days of training camp. My first stop was the New Orleans Saints.
I arrived in Metarie, Louisiana where the Saints held their mini-camp, just miles from New Orleans. I checked into my hotel and headed over to the college stadium for a briefing the team was having for all the reporters who were in town. The briefing was the usual rundown of do's and don't's, what time reporters were allowed to be at practice, how much access we had to team officials and individual players, etc. We were all promised enough to able to write a good story about the team.
The next day started early. Since summer was a few weeks away, the weather reached sweltering heights earlier than usual. So this meant most of the team was on the field doing warm-ups and drills by 8am. There were die-hard fans already there who had camped out to get a few limited seats in the stadium that the team opened up for them. I sat in the grand stand that was set up on the field especially for the reporters.
In person these guys were even bigger and more impressive than they looked on TV. You can't really appreciate the size and physique of an NFL player until you've been to a game or seen one standing in front of you. I scanned the field, sizing up each player. They were like a grazing herd of powerful steeds. As far as the eye could see there were tree-trunk thighs splitting those unforgiving spandex shorts, fat necks atop ripped muscular backs in see-through mesh jerseys, sleeve-busting biceps that the average guy would kill for, and well stuffed jock straps overflowing with the bounty of men. Oh, how I loved this game.
Surprisingly, even in this bastion of pure manhood, it was quite common to hear a reporter remark on the body of a certain player in a way that, in any other setting, might seem inappropriate to someone outside the fold.
"Look at the ass on that kid!", raved one guy.
"Jeez, that guys' tits are ginormous!", remarked another spectator.
Indeed it was almost encouraged for us guys to fawn over these players like this. The whole idea of this mini-camp was to put these young guns on display. We were allowed to openly covet their physical attributes and salivate over their athletic prowess. This wasn't my first time being that close to the game so I managed to keep my composure around the players. Besides, I was still waiting. I didn't see HIM yet. The star player, the Heisman hunk, the golden boy. Number 25, Reggie Bush. I suspected most of the people there were waiting for him too.
"Late. Two years in the league and he's already become a primadonna", cracked one reporter next me.
So what. I'd wait all day just to see this kid. Twenty-three year old, Heisman trophy winning stud. I'd followed his whole career since his college days where he played for the Trojans. He certainly had a body befitting a greek warrior God too. Muscle upon muscle. That was the only way to describe it. I owned every magazine whose cover he graced. I must've jacked off to his GQ photo spread a million times. In or out of clothes, his body was killer. But his football gear was my attire of choice. I started getting hard just thinking about the way he filled out his uniform. The way the pads exaggerated his masculinity, the way his thick hard ass looked stuff in those golden spandex tights. And of course, those guns! My God, his arms were rock hard lethal weapons. No sooner had I drifted off into my daydream that I was jolted back by cheers coming from the fans.
"Re-GGIE! Re-GGIE!", they chanted.
I had been pretty stoic the whole morning but a wide smile stretched across my face as I looked to the far end of the field. Reggie Bush made his ceremonious entrance as he walked toward midfield to the ovation of the crowd. Reggie Bush. Six foot tall, 203 pounds of the finest physical specimen in sports today. He embodied everything I lusted after in black men. My eyes were glued to his every move. He carried a duffle bag over one shoulder and was dressed casually in baggy gray sweat pants and a long oversized white t-shirt. Even under all those clothes his muscles still loomed large. He smiled and waved to acknowledge the fans and the press. To my surprise he made his way over to the grand stands where I was sitting with the other reporters. As he came closer I noticed he had headphones in his ear and couldn't hear a word the fans were yelling. He stopped just yards from the stands and squatted as he set his bag down on the ground. I watched intently as he rifled through his bag and took out a few articles of clothing. I guess he felt me staring because he looked up and we locked eyes for a few seconds. I felt a warm feeling come over me as he held my gaze with his penetrating brown eyes. I smiled back with my eyes and he nodded a quick hello.
He zipped up his bag and stood up, taking off the gold chain around his neck and the large watch around his wrist. It was probably my yearly salary's worth of jewelry which he tossed carelessly onto the top of his bag. While everyone else had probably turned to look at the drills that the team was engaged in, I kept my focus squarely on Reggie. He stood with his legs together and quickly dropped his sweatpants, kicking them to the side. I licked my lips as I followed his naked legs from the bottom all the way up under the t-shirt. The shape of his smooth ass clearly jutted out as the t-shirt clung to his skin, stopping just about mid thigh like a skirt. His quads were insanely pumped, which was the true hallmark of an explosive running back like him. You could see every little vein and vessel twitching as he walked. He unconsciously flexed his glutes as he held up a pair of the gold spandex pants that were part of the Saints' uniform. He stepped into the pants and took a moment to adjust his package, making sure his big black cock and balls sat just right in the constricting fabric. Then, one arm at a time, he slipped the t-shirt off to reveal his most prized asset, a chiseled chest.
I had seen all the photos before, but this was the first time I was able to see his body in close proximity. I was floored. They don't call this kid the fittest man in sports for nothing. I'd never seen such tightly packed muscle before, not even on a gymnast. He had fucking canons for arms! I shamelessly drooled at his naked torso that he flaunted for all to see. He was a cocky son-of-a-bitch and it showed. The sun shone off his bronzed skin and made it glisten as he walked around shirtless. I looked around to see if anyone was watching me and then I opened my legs wider to stroke my hardening cock. I couldn't resist giving it a few hard tugs as I looked on at Reggie. He turned his backside to me as he cinched a belt around his waist. His back was just as ripped as his chest, stacked with mountainous rock hard muscle. It was perfectly symmetrical too, divided by a delicious valley of dark skin where his spine ran down into his pants. And his plump juicy black ass was the cherry on top. Black men always had wicked asses. And Reggie was no exception. He looked so hot just standing there. Could it get any better?
Just then he turned around and I could make out the distinct outline of his cock through his pants. I nearly gasped. Reggie wasn't wearing a cup! I felt a bead of sweat drip down my back into my ass crack and my hole twitched. I swore I was getting wet for his cock right there. The sight of that mound in the front of his pants beckoned to me, radiating through me like a bell. I was glued to my seat helplessly. He finally finished dressing as he put on a white see-through mesh tank top with his name spelled in gold on it. His beautiful black body contrasted perfectly against the white mesh so that his torso could still be seen. The ridges of his taut abs peaked out the bottom of the midriff baring shirt. Thank God for this hot weather, I said to myself. Reggie ran to join his teammates out in the middle of the field and I watched his golden-sheathed ass cheeks slink away with each stride.
Later that day, as was promised, the reporters got a chance to watch the players during their workout. Reggie was impressive to watch on the field, but even more so in the gym. He had changed back into his baggy sweatpants and he wore a white spandex muscle shirt that hugged his upper body like a second skin. He and most of the others guys hovered around the bench press taking bets on how much the other guy could lift. When it came time for Reggie to test his mettle I was very vocal in saying that I thought he could lift at least 300lbs. A few of the guys laughed, while others whistled their reservations that Reggie could pull off such a feat. Reggie looked at me and with a set perfectly straight, gleaming white teeth he smiled. He was fiercely competitive and had the heart of a lion. I could see through his smile his competitive juices were flowing. He stepped up to the bench and cleared 200 pounds, easily knocking out a few reps to warm up. His body moved with the efficiency of a well oiled machine as the weight was gradually increased with each rep. He breathed deep while he bounced the barbell off his chest and lifted it into the air. It was awesome watching his muscles in full flex mode. His body morphed and swelled in size. Incredibly his rib cage seemed to expand and his freakishly large lats fanned out from his sides like a bat spreading its wings as he fired off rep after rep.
Soon his body began to buckle at the increasing weight. He squeezed his ass tight as he fought to anchor his upper body firmly to the bench. The other men were so involved with what his arms were doing that no one really took notice that Reggie's dick had started to grow and tent his sweatpants. With each lift Reggie would summon every muscle in his body, clenching his ass and making his dick stand more at attention. Luckily I could hide my reaction amongst all the cheers as the men egged Reggie on. I couldn't keep my eyes off the tantalizing tent in his pants. I'd been without cock for so long I could've gone down on him right then and there. What I wouldn't give to be on the receiving end of that, just once. I bet his black ass moved just as well in bed as it did on the field, I thought as I licked my lips.
"HA! Pay up!", I suddenly heard Reggie shout as he dropped the barbell with a loud clang. He jumped up from the bench triumphantly and did a few bodybuilder poses to gloat.
"See! I told you!", I chimed in. "Pay up, chumps!"
The other guys on the losing end of the bet groaned their displeasure with the outcome as they threw money at Reggie's feet. All Reggie could do was laugh as he danced a little jig, bouncing his butt like he'd just made a touchdown. I laughed too, until I noticed Reggie was still sporting a nice slab of wood in his sweatpants. I barely had time to react when I saw Reggie making his way over to me. I was frozen, mesmerized by the sight of his dick in motion. It jostled and swayed conspicuously with his every step. I tried to look away but it was so damn big. Jeez, I was gonna cum!
"Hey, thanks man. I really appreciate that", Reggie said as he stepped up to me. I averted my eyes from his crotch quickly, pretending as if I hadn't seen him coming my way.
"Oh, no sweat, man", I replied. "Three-hundred pounds, are you fucking kidding me? I bet you could lift more than that in your sleep".
Reggie smiled that beautiful sexy smile again. He was a cocky young fuck who loved having his ego stroked. As I went on praising him, his deep brown eyes gleamed. He had a way of looking at me like I was the only person in the world. As I spoke I noticed him slip his hand in the waistband of his sweatpants and start to fondle his dick.
"Uhh...",I choked on my words, blushing.
"You alright?", he asked.
I nodded yes, still drawing a blank as to what I had just been saying. I looked him in the face but in my periphery I could still see his bicep flexing as he played with himself. I couldn't fight it. I had to look down there. He noticed me watching and gave me a knowing, smug glance.
"Oh, this?", he said, giving his cock a quick wiggle inside his pants. "Lifting always makes me hard. It works every muscle in my body. I love it".
"Cool", I replied with my eyes still stuck on the slab of meat in his pants
"Hey, what's your name?", he asked, extending his other arm to shake my hand.
"Brett", I replied, grabbing his meaty paw.
I stole another look at his other hand fumbling with the bulge in his sweatpants. Then I looked up at him to see him watching me stare at his cock. He squeezed my hand tighter as he shook it. I couldn't tell if that was a good or a bad sign, but he didn't let go. He was studying my face like he was trying to make his mind up about me. But just then we were interrupted by one of his other team mates who passed by and stuffed a dollar bill in Reggie's waistband.
"Here you go, steroid boy!", he said jokingly.
"Ay Man!! You wish!", Reggie shouted. "This right here is 100% all natural!"
With a firm grip on my hand still, he pulled his other hand from his sweatpants to raise the bottom of his shirt, exposing a perfect set of ripped abs. He was looking in the direction that his teammate had gone but I could've sworn he was lifting his shirt just for me. As I drooled over this muscle boy, I saw the top of his bush peeking out from the waistband of his Joe Boxer briefs. I had never been so hard in my life and my cock threatened to stick straight out and expose my secret crush. I wrestled my hand out of his grasp and stuck both hands in my pocket to tame the beast between my legs. Reggie whipped his head back toward me to see what was wrong.
"Whoa man, did I hurt you?", he laughed."You know, sometimes my grip..."
"Nah, buddy, you're cool", I interrupted, hoping he didn't notice my boner.
"Well, I guess I'll see you at the press junket later", he said.
"You bet. After all, I need to get my cut of the money you just won", I joked.
He laughed and nodded his head, throwing up a peace sign with his fingers as he strutted away. He looked absolutely delicious from the back. I slowly rubbed the tip of my cock through my pants pocket as I watched his ass carry him out of sight.
The press junket was the time the team set aside for the players to be interviewed one on one by each member of the press. When my time to interview Reggie had finally rolled around I was disappointed to learn he had left for the day. It wasn't the first time someone had bailed on me for an interview. As a sports journalist, that was one of the hazards of the job. But this one particularly stung, like Reggie had rejected me personally. I had other players to interview but I was in no mood to stick around. I decided to go back to my hotel and catch some shut-eye. I told myself it was because I was tired, even though it was only early afternoon on that long hot day. But I really wanted to be alone to sulk.
By the time I made it back to my hotel I had shrugged off my disappointment and resigned myself to the fact that Reggie and I weren't meant to meet again. Besides, in that one day, he had supplied me with more than enough fresh wanking material than all his magazine covers combined. And if I couldn't have the real thing I was gonna do the next best thing.
As I recalled the events of the day I felt like I was going to explode the way I wanted to cum so bad. My balls were aching for release. As soon as I got in my room I tore off my pants and reached for my throbbing cock. I whipped out my favorite Reggie magazine photos which I kept in my bag and spread them on the bed. I settled back and began working my cock over, drooling over the hot muscle photos. In the middle of my frenzied jerk session I heard a knock at the door. I hesitated for a second then I pulled my pants up, figuring it might be housekeeping since it wasn't quite late and I didn't put the Do Not Disturb sign on my door.
When I opened the door, there he stood with diamonds blinging in his ear, my studly barrel-chested dream fucker, Reggie Bush. I was stunned, partly because he was standing at my door but also by how hot looked just standing there. His hair was freshly cut low and tight in that style that complimented his face so well, and framed by his well groomed beard and sideburns. His brooding brown eyes immediately met mine from under the brim of the Yankees cap he was wearing. I sized him up instantly and saw he was wearing a more frame fitting white t-shirt and the same baggy sweatpants from earlier. My dick stiffened wondering if he'd even taken a shower after practice.
"Reggie! What are you doing here? Come in"
"Thanks. This is a nice place", Reggie said as he entered.
He stood in the center of the room with his hands on his waist and turned slowly as he studied the room. While he did that, I studied him and his sweatpants which were sagging low on his ass. His Joe Boxer waistband was clearly visibly as was a healthy portion of his tight, lean jock ass as it stood erect and proud in those undies. Man, this kid was really playing with my emotions right now. He turned and took a seat on the corner of my bed with his legs spread wide.
"So what brings you here?", I said as I took a seat on the sofa across from the bed.
"Well, I hope you wasn't mad I missed our interview time. I wasn't tryna blow you off or nothin'. It's just I had so much shit to do"
"Nah, dude, are you kidding me? I wasn't mad at all", I lied. But whatever anger I felt before, those traces were long gone. My heart did cartwheels. Reggie fucking Bush was sitting in my hotel room! On my bed!
"Well, when I remembered I missed our interview I got your name and hotel info from the team's press agent", Reggie continued."I couldn't diss the man who made me $100 dollars today! You know I'm all about my money, dawg!".
We both laughed and slapped each other a high five.
As I started in on the interview I realized in horror that his magazine photos were still spread out on the bed behind him. Reggie hadn't noticed. He sat on the edge of the bed focused on me. My conscience got the better of me as my eyes kept darting behind him. Deep down, a part of me wanted him to find out. Reggie followed my eyes and turned his head to look at the magazine photos spread across the bed. Without hesitation he reached back to pick up the issue of Men's Fitness with him on the cover where he was stripped to the waist.
"You like this, huh?", Reggie said, looking at me.
"It's a great cover", I replied elusively. "Your workout is insane. No wonder you have such a great body".
"Thanks", he smiled, proudly rubbing his chest. "I keep a strict regimen while I'm training too. No fat, no sugar...no sex".
"No SEX?!"
"Yeah man, no sex. It messes with your head. You lose focus"
"Yeah, well, what do you do with that hard dick after lifting?", I chuckled, looking at his crotch.
He laughed and nodded his head, appreciating my sharp wittedness. Then he grinned and looked at me dead-on without blinking, still nodding his head slowly. His expression was as if he'd finally answered a riddle that had been puzzling him.
"Well...", he paused as he raised an eyebrow, "I have a regimen for that, too".
I smiled, ready to laugh along with Reggie at the joke, but my voice quickly went mute when I noticed him slipping a hand inside the front of his sweatpants. He wasn't scratching himself, and he deliberately did it right in front of me. The smile slowly faded from my face as I watched his hand begin to move underneath the thick cotton sweatpants. I blushed as I realized he wasn't joking. Was this stud really coming on to me?
Slack-jawed, I watched in utter disbelief as Reggie pumped and primed his cock in front of me. His intimidating eyes were trained on me, making sure that I watched, that I enjoyed it, that I was impressed by what he was showing me. He bit his bottom lip and cocked his head to the side as he continued to hypnotize me. His hand began to beat more vigorously underneath his pants, until finally he pulled hard on his boner. He closed his eyes and shuddered with a low moan. When he opened his eyes he stood up and dropped his sweatpants. And when I saw that huge dick head tenting out of Reggie's Joe Boxers just a few feet in front of me, my dick shot straight up in my pants like an arrow. My dick had already been hard, but there was something about two men with hard dicks in a room that made me melt. And when that other dick belonged to Reggie Bush I could've creamed in my pants right then and there.
In my dreams about him I had put this kid on having a huge unit between his legs, but nothing prepared me for the real thing. I was panting for this kid's cock, damn near hyperventilating from excitement. He looked so hot just standing there, his Yankees cap still firmly on his head, his pants at his feet, and his fat cock twitching inside its tent as it surged with testosterone.
Tentatively I moved to get up from the sofa. And I don't know why, perhaps afraid I'd upset the balance of this moment, but I began to crawl on the floor toward Reggie. Like a dog in search of a bone, I crawled across to the bed and heeled at Reggie's feet. He looked down at me with the most lethally hot sneer on his face. And I looked up at him, ready to obey any command he gave me. But he said nothing. He already knew what I wanted. Just like in my dream, he stood there. I placed a hand on his bugling calf muscles, feeling the smooth hairless skin. It drove me crazy just how smooth his skin was over the hard muscle. His beautiful dark skin tone was so even and remarkably unblemished considering some of the hits he took on the grid iron.
Possessed by sheer lust, I ran both my hands up one leg, massaging his quads and thighs. As I caressed his inner thigh Reggie hummed softly and I saw his dick twitch. He liked it. Instantly I went higher, running both hands up into the leg holes of his Joe Boxers, deep between his legs into his pelvic cavity. My hands grazed the bottom cleft of his mighty ass and his fat low hanging nut sack. He spread his legs wider and let me massage right there, that sensitive spot just behind his nut sack. His cock was twitching and throbbing like crazy inside his shorts as I massaged his hot spot good, sending waves of pleasure to his prostate. I bet his asshole was twitching too, I thought to myself. He closed his eyes and tilted his head toward the ceiling as he sighed in pleasure. I had him under a spell.
His dick was too tempting to neglect any longer. As I continued to massage his nut sack I brought my face closer to his cock that was still cloaked inside his underwear. I nudged at it with the tip of my nose and Reggie quickly dropped his head to look down at me. We stared at each other for a moment and he slipped his thumbs underneath the waistband of his underwear and paused. His cock was still throbbing and bouncing from how horny he was and I let it softly knock against my nose. Reggie smiled. I smiled back as I pressed my nose deeper into his crotch. The rich manly scent coming off his cock confirmed what I thought all along, he hadn't showered. I loved it. I rammed my face deep into his crotch, letting his long dick lay across my face as I inhaled the heavenly aroma underneath it.
"Hmmmmmm...", I exhaled his manly musk.
Reggie looked at me, knowing he had a true cock-loving slut at his feet. In a flash, he plunged his hand inside his underwear and fished out his fat 9-inch fuck rod. He teased me, proudly waving his rock hard manhood just inches from my panting mouth as he peeled off his boxers down to his feet. Looking at his dick, I didn't care about anything else except my most carnal and lustful need to please his cock. Reggie took his hand from his dick and placed it on my head as he guided his fuck missile to my wet mouth. I grabbed the thick base of it and opened wide.
"Mmmmmm...", I purred softly as I tasted that beautiful black dick for the first time. Slowly I gave the entire length of his prick a generous coating of saliva, savoring his big mushroom head.
I pulled his wet cock from my mouth and gazed at it in amazement. It had been so long since I had sucked my last cock. I had missed how good it felt to hold a nice hard fat one in my hands, to feel its every twitch and pulse. Again I bathed Reggie's cock with my tongue, giving him a good sloppy blow job. He instinctively bucked his hips as I started in on some intense cock sucking.
"AAAAHH yeah!", he whispered as he rocked his hips.
He kept his hand on the back of my head as he swiftly sat back down on the bed. I was sucking him so tight and so good that his cock never left my mouth. As soon as he sat down I went deep on him, making his eyes roll in the back of his head. I pushed on his hard chest and told him to lay back. I wanted to make him happy to be a man. He pulled the brim of Yankees cap low and propped himself up on his elbows to watch me suck him off. He looked so delicious. I couldn't resist lifting his shirt and licking that armor-plated set of abs he had and tonguing that tight belly button hole as I made my way back down into his sweaty crotch for more dick.
Reggie drooled out the side of his mouth watching me devour him. I rolled his hairy nut sack around in my mouth, slurping loudly on each of his balls. His big chocolate dick was like sweet candy in my mouth. Each time I swabbed his dick head with my tongue I could taste him leaking pre-cum. His right leg twitched and he could barely hold his head up to watch as I polished the length on his thick rod. I wanted him all in me. I stretched my jaw to the limit and took him down to his pubes, making Reggie whimper like a sissy as he felt my warm tonsils working on his dick. He fell back on the bed thrashing in erotic convulsions. His abs quivered and flexed as I held his dick prisoner in my mouth with no mercy.
"JEEE-SUS!!! FUUUUCK!!", Reggie moaned as he grabbed my head and arched his back.
Just before he could blow his wad I took my mouth off his dick, making his roar in frustration. Fire burned in his eyes, begging me to finish him off. I smiled and stroked his dick in consolation. I had him just where I wanted him.
"You wanna fuck me?", I boldly asked.
Reggie looked at me like it was the last thing he expected to come out of my mouth.
"Nah, dude!", he replied, catching his breath reluctantly. "I'm not like that".
He reached for his pants and pushed me back. Stunned, I watched him wrangle his stiff dick back into his underwear and pull his sweatpants up. He put his head in his hands trying to sober up and shake off what had just happened. Before I could get the words out to stop him he had grabbed his shirt and hat and was headed for the door.
"Reggie, wait!", I ran to the door to stop him.
I could see the curiosity burning in Reggie's eyes. He still felt my sucking lips on his dick as it throbbed in his pants. Deep down, he wanted this too. His instincts had told him how much better another man would be at sucking cock. It was that instinctual urge that had led him to my door that day. And now, his instincts told him that he was on the verge of something even better. The familiarity of a man's body bred a natural attraction that he couldn't deny. Suddenly the notion of two guys going at it, working to get each other off didn't seem so wrong. There was no need for any pretense or foreplay or any of that other bullshit like with a woman. He could fuck hard and rough just like every guy wanted it. And it would be just between us boys.
I tugged on Reggie's shirt and like a lamb he followed me to the sofa. I just needed to get those pants off of him again. I needed to see his dick, to feel it inside me. He didn't say a word or hesitate as he let me lead him. He stood still as I pushed his pants down to his feet. To my delight, he lifted his legs up for me to remove his pants and underwear, all except for the sneakers which he kept securely on his feet. I quickly skinned myself of all my clothes as he watched my cock come springing out. Like a little school boy, Reggie's eyes explored another man's body sexually for the first time. I approached him face to face and let our throbbing cocks mingle together. He let me remove his Yankees hat to get him out of his shirt. Finally we were completely naked. I could've tackled Reggie right there. He looked so viciously hot standing there in his high top sneakers, undressed in all his glory.
He tensed up slightly when I wrapped my arms around him, but still I pulled him tightly next to me. We stood there, our bodies slowly swaying. I looked him deep in the eye and I could see he was nervous. This was all new to him. But for me, it was like finally quenching a thirst that had burned in the pit of my loins. I licked and sucked on his broad shoulders as I palmed that luscious black muscle ass of his that had been the object of so many of my fantasies. Reggie held me close in his big arms and I felt him flex his fat muscle dick as he felt the friction build between our writhing bodies. His instincts told him it was time to fuck. As the sensation excited him, he clutched me in his arms and lifted me to where my feet barely touched the ground. Our faces met, his lips just inches from mine. I felt his naked chest heaving against me as I clutched his body. He held me there for a moment, breathing heavily from his nostrils as our dicks were beating against each other. I could see he wanted to give in to this feeling so bad, but his eyes searched my face for some kind of answer. So I said the only thing I knew he wanted to hear:
"I won't tell", I whispered.
As we stared at each other, Reggie swallowed hard and I saw a bead of sweat drip from his temple down onto his neck. I leaned in and as I began to lick the sweat from his neck, Reggie raised his chin and let me suck on his fat Adam's apple. I kissed my way around his neck up to his diamond-studded earlobe. While I chewed on his earlobe I used both my hands to pinch and tease his nipples.
"Dammmnn!...Mmmmm!, Reggie moaned as I started to really get his motor going.
He put me down and moved his big hands down my back to cautiously caress my ass. I gave him an encouraging look and put my hand on his to show him how to really grip my ass, making him hump my body against him. Suddenly he took control as he slipped two of his long wiry fingers into my sweaty ass crack. My legs buckled as I felt him pierce my ass ring over and over again.
"Ahhhh... Reggie", I moaned as I straddled and humped one of his thick quad muscles.
I put my entire weight on Reggie and our bodies went tumble back onto the sofa. Reggie had great reflexes as he secured me in mid air with his big hands. He brought me down slowly right on top of his lap. I maneuvered to sit with my back pressed against his chest. It was my favorite position. I loved feeling a big strong man behind me. With our faces side by side I went in to give Reggie a kiss. But he wasn't quite ready for that yet. He turned his cheek to me. In the heat of the moment I didn't care. I took his hands and placed them on my chest as I planted a nice wet kiss on his cheek and nibbled on his earlobe. That got him going again. He started to explore my body with his big rough hands. I lifted my arms behind me and held Reggie's head as he gave me a full body cavity search. With Reggie's mammoth python slithering between my ass cheeks, I arched my back and gave him the most erotic lap dance as he examined my physique. I jockeyed up and down on his lap so good, he pulled me back up against him as his whole body bucked upward into me. Suddenly he grabbed my jaw tightly and looked me deep in the eye. And with the fiercest game face he leaned in and pursed his hard lips against mine. It was a nice rough manly kiss. I kissed him back the exact same way. We paused for a second, then we both shared a soft mutual kiss.
"Fuck me", I whispered desperately as I broke the kiss.
I stood up and bent over, giving Reggie a peak at my asshole as I lubed it with sweat from my chest. Reggie fist fucked his fat bull cock as he watched, getting it ready to taste the sweetest pussy hole he'd ever had. As I lowered myself on his lap, he held his prick steady in the air, making sure he hit the center of my ass like a bulls eye. I held my ass cheeks apart, making sure his dick skewered every inch of my asshole good.
"Oooooh!", Reggie cooed as he felt the warm tightness of my hole start to grip his cock.
Instantly he wanted to fuck my hole before I'd gotten used to his enormous size. He grabbed my hips and slammed me down on his lap, driving his dick deep inside me.
"AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!", I yelled as the blunt pain tore through my body like a freight train.
I gripped the sides of the sofa and clenched every muscle in my body. Reggie wrapped his arms around me, holding me prisoner, making sure I wouldn't get off his cock. We both froze in place, Reggie panting with pleasure and me in grueling pain with his fat muscle dick rooted deep in my ass. I broke out in a sweat all over my body as I fought with every muscle in me to accommodate his huge invader. With every breath I exhaled I could feel my hole being stretched and the pain slowly turning into pleasure.
"Mmmm...God damn!", Reggie mumbled in awe as he felt my hole spasm and twitch around his rock hard cock, making it flex involuntarily inside me. Back and forth we went like that, my hole milking and pumping on his fat cock until I began to squirm with delight in his lap. Suddenly that fat fucker felt so good up my shit hole. I wrapped my legs on the outside of his and gripped them tight to get a better lock on him. Then as I leaned forward and arched my back, I started riding Reggie's prick like a rodeo cowboy.
"FAWWKK YEAAAHH!!", I moaned as I bounced up and down on Reggie's joystick.
Reggie gripped my waist roughly with his big football player hands, making sure that he was as deep inside me as he could be. I had him head over heels in ecstasy as I fucked my asshole on his pole. But just when I thought I had him, Reggie took control and started flapping his legs in and out, driving his cock like a dagger into my gut. I nearly toppled on to the floor as I felt the driving force of his cock battering away at my asshole. Reggie had inexhaustible strength as our bodies slapped against each other, making the sofa knock against the wall. Pretty soon, I could barely keep rhythm with his powerful pounding. He reached around and pulled my tired body back against his chest to rest. Exasperated, I looked over at him. He flashed that winning, golden boy smile again and instantly I felt like I could go all night with that stud. Besides, he wasn't done with me yet.
Reggie gripped my cock and slowly began to jerk me back to life. Within seconds he had my dick standing at full mast again. He used his big hands expertly, massaging my inner thigh with one hand as the other roughly choked my dick head with each stroke. He was fast learning the wonders of a man's body, stroking me like that, loving the natural reflex how my asshole would wink and grip his cock by choking the head of my dick. I began to fidget in his lap as I felt his dick grow even harder in my ass. He slapped me playfully on my butt and nodded his head in the direction of the bed. I didn't need to be told twice. I knew what he wanted.
With a delicious sucking sound, I dislodged his wet cock from my ass as I got up off his lap. No sooner had I flopped down on my back on the edge of the bed did I see Reggie following behind me. The sight of his beautiful naked black body was enough to make me cum right there. I licked my lips as I spied his hard dick waving proudly in the air as he walked over to me. The expression on his face was all about business. I dutifully spread my legs in the air and like a heat seeking missile his cock found my warm hole again.
"Hhhhhaaaa!!!!", I sighed in complete bliss as I felt his hardness inside me again.
Grunting, he mounted me and pushed me further back onto the bed as he crawled inside. Right away he went to work thrusting his hips deep, fucking me hard just like I needed it. He hovered over me with his fists punched into the mattress, sweat dripping from his chest. Like an angry pitbull in heat he fucked my bitch hole relentlessly.
"This what you wanted?!...Huh?!", his cocky voice trembled.
"Yes", I whispered back. " UUuuhhh!!! Fuck me, Reggie! Breed my ass deep!".
I hugged his massive torso and brought him crashing down on top of me. I just needed to feel the weight of that powerful black stallion writhing on top of me, fucking me raw. Reggie tightened up his stroke and started really laying into me, tagging my ass with his fat bull cock. I was so over the edge with lust. I hadn't even touched my cock but I could feel it begin to spit pre-cum all over our sweaty bodies. I clutched his big brawny body, kissing and worshipping his every muscle in our sexy, sweaty tussle on the bed. My lips eventually found his nipples as he held me in headlock. I suckled on his tits like a baby and moved my hands down to his hard ass, squeezing it tight as he pumped hot cock deep inside me. I was in heaven lying under him, on my back like the slut I was, giving my ass up to this incredible stud. He moved like an agile tiger inside of me. Just like on the field, his hips juked one way and then cut the other way as he routed my asshole good.
"Ohh shit! I'm gonna cum!", Reggie growled.
"Yeah! Give it to me!", I egged him on.
"You want it?"
"Yeah!", I repeated, wild-eyed with fuck lust.
"You want this shit?!"
"YEAH!!!", I snarled.
I plunged a finger deep inside his ass crack and strummed his tight asshole as he pumped me hard.
"What the-- FAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!", Reggie roared in excruciating pleasure as I pulled the trigger deep in his anus. Within seconds his cock fired off round after round of his hot sticky seed. Reggie looked at me helplessly as I selfishly took his cherry. All the muscles in his body had no choice but to surrender.
"Yeah, good boy!", I slapped his hard ass. "Gimme that load!".
Reggie kept pumping what felt like at least 10 full jets of his warm muscle milk deep up my ass hole. There was nothing like feeling that hot stud melting all over my insides. That hot pistol pumping deep in my ass felt so good I didn't want it to end. After he got his nut, Reggie purred like a satisfied kitten as he lay on top of me. He rested his head on my chest catching his breath while I kissed and lapped at the sweat from his brow.
He was the first to move as he tore his body from our sticky embrace. He stood up and took notice of how my cock had let off a few rounds of its own on his chiseled midsection. He ran his fingers down the grooves of his abs and rubbed my cum in his fingertips, feeling how slick it was. I could see in his eyes he was contemplating what we had just done.
"Well, there goes your regimen", I laughed.
He shrugged his shoulders and scrunched his face in a cute `I don't give a fuck' kinda way. I smiled at his cockiness. He was so awesome.
"Shit, I gotta go", Reggie said casually, flexing his muscles as he stretched. He turned and made a full circle as he searched the room for his clothes. Man, his body didn't quit, I thought to myself as I watched him move like a naked warrior. I could feel the blood come charging back to my cock as it hardened again.
"You wanna use my shower?", I said as I saw Reggie toweling some of my cum off his abs with my shirt.
"Do you mind?", he replied, absent-mindedly wiping cum from his cock .
But I was slow to respond. His flaccid dick was a thing of beauty. It hadn't diminished in girth and was still a good length to dangle between his thighs. Reggie took notice of me staring.
"Wanna join me?", he said with a sly smirk on his face.
I nodded and jumped up from the bed. My dick was already at a full boner as I approached Reggie. He stood there, exuding that classic black boy swagger. I could tell that all his inhibitions were gone now. And all it took was one good fuck. He let me run my hand up his inner thigh and cup his balls. I stepped closer until we were face to face, still rubbing on his nuts.
"Let's go get dirty", I whispered as I began to stroke his dick.
Reggie kept wetting his bottom lip with his tongue as he felt his dick come to life in my hand. In his eyes I could see his sexual juices start to flow again. He looked at my mouth and I took a chance and went for his tongue. My heart fluttered as I felt him open his mouth and let me get at his tongue. Soon, he was kissing me back, feeding his tongue to me in a slow, steady rhythm.
I broke our kiss and led him by his dick into the bathroom. We stepped into the shower stall and before the water could even warm up, Reggie knocked me against the wall with his body as we started going at it again. Reggie was the aggressor this time, dominating the kiss while he pinned me against the tiles. As the hot water streamed over us I ran my hands down the silhouette of Reggie's fabulous physique, holding his hunky body close to me. I raised my leg and wrapped it around Reggie's so that our hard cocks could rub even closer together.
"Oooh!", Reggie moaned, grinding even harder into me.
Before Reggie could even ask me to, I dropped to my knees and started servicing him. He grabbed my head and leaned back against the wall as he fucked my mouth. It was awesome to feel his thighs, quads and ass muscles working while he furiously pounded my skull. I was such a fucking pig for his dick. I loved the way it smelled and how it tasted. He owned me and he knew it. He looked down at his happy little cock slut and smiled as he grabbed a bar of soap and lathered up his pits.
By the time I was done with his cock I had it standing at attention. I stood up and grabbed the soap out of his hand so I could bathe that black stud myself. I got behind Reggie and pressed his big body into me as I lathered his smooth chest. I swear his body felt even more ripped when it was wet. Reggie put his hands on mine and made sure that I washed all the right spots. He gave me a sloppy kiss as he guided my soapy hands down to his crotch. I gave his dick and balls a good cleaning, getting all up in his ass crack. His dick jumped when my finger teased his hole and he quickly grabbed my arm and crushed my wrist with his thighs to stop me. Before I could ask what was wrong, Reggie had turned me around into the wall and slipped his fat soaped-slicked prick smooth up my ass.
"AAAAAhhh!!!", I sighed at the easy entry into my fuckhole. I reached back and felt the dimples on the sides of Reggie's ass as he flexed his dick and held it deep in me. He had me nailed to the wall.
With nowhere to go, I began to grind my hole on his cock. I squeezed his fat tool tight with my ass cheeks and finally he couldn't resist pumping me back. He removed my hands from his ass and held them behind my back as he started long-dicking my ass slowly.
"Mmmmmm ...yeaaahhh", I moaned as I closed my eyes and put my head against the wall.
The feeling of his massive tool digging my ass out drove me crazy. His stroke was smooth and sure. In the space of one afternoon, Reggie had become quite the butt hound. The way he plowed my ass I knew he'd never look at a man's asshole the same way again. With each stroke in my ass I could feel Reggie bringing me closer and closer to my limit. He must have felt my hole tightening around his cock too, the way he heaved it in and out.
"Ugh! Oh Reggie! I'm cumming!", I whimpered.
My load was locked and ready to shoot when Reggie let go of my hands and grabbed my hips for some hard pounding. He was determined to fuck every last drop of cum out of me. The sounds of our wet bodies slapping against each other echoed off the walls of the shower, until finally...
"Oh shit! FAAAAAAAAAWWWKKKK!!! REGGIIIIE!!!!!....AAAAAAHHHH YEEEEAAAAHH!!!", I blew my load all over the wall, my hands clawing at the wet tiles as Reggie drilled my hole.
Reggie had to hold me up as a torrential orgasm ripped through my body. I fell back into his big arms quivering from such a massive release. Reggie pulled me into the shower stream and we got clean as we made out slowly with his hard dick still up my ass. He washed my body with his huge hands, cleaning the cum off my cock.
After he was done, he turned off the shower and pulled his dick from my ass. I stood there soaking wet, catching my breath as Reggie stepped out of the shower stall. It was a shame we'd never be like that again, I thought. I mean, a guy could really get use to being fucked like that every day. I fingered my well worn asshole, surveying the damage, as I watched Reggie take a piss in the toilet. When he was done I noticed a small bead of piss still on the tip of his dick. I couldn't let it go to waste. I stepped out of the shower stall and dropped to my knees again in front of him. Reggie saw what I wanted and didn't move. We locked eyes as I came closer and held my tongue out. Reggie's body bucked as I rolled my tongue over his piss slit, tasting his golden jock juice.
"Mmmm", I hummed on his cock.
"Let me taste", Reggie said, pulling me to my feet.
"MMMmmmmmm...", we both moaned as we tasted each other's tongues.
He gave me another peck on the lips then went to go primp in the bathroom mirror. I didn't want him to go. I came up behind him and hugged my arms around his waist.
"We make a good couple", I said as I looked at us together in the mirror. I put my head on his big strong shoulders and held him tight to me.
"Yeah... a good couple of what?", he joked, dashing my hopes he'd feel the same.
"Hey, we never did finish the interview", I spoke a few seconds later.
He laughed again. "No, but I think you got what you wanted".
I let him go and followed him back into the bedroom to watch him get dressed. Once he was back in his clothes, he didn't look any different. He didn't look like anything had changed. And he certainly didn't look like he'd just fucked the living shit out of me. But as he turned before he left, I saw a gleam in his eye that hadn't been there before. And with a wink and a head nod, he was gone just like that.
THE END
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