Jock Ass Lover Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
FOR ADULTS ONLY. The following story contains graphic descriptions of sex between two men. If that offends you, read no further.
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Jock Ass Lover
1
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.