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
part 2
I'd returned back to my spot at the bar and downed the rest of my beer. I hated to wash away the taste of fresh jock spit that still filled my palate, but hell I was thirsty. Dave walked up to me, staring at me silently while I drank.
"You bastard," he finally greeted me.
"Me?" I asked, smiling.
"You had him in the bathroom didn't you?"
"Does it show?"
"On him it does. I never seen a happier freshly fucked face."
"Shit, Dave, I'm not done with that stud yet."
"Fuck, Bill, I can't believe you sometimes."
"What? Don't believe me? Take a look..." I pointed my head in the direction of my jock boy. The kid was smiling, drinking his beer, smoking his cigar and talking with his buddies. And looking right at me. Slowly and deliberately, he pulled his cigar out of his mouth and when he put it back in, his tongue went out and lapped at one of the drops of cum that still clung to it.
"Jesus..." Dave said while walking away, the lust and jealousy apparent in his voice.
I bid my time, watching my jock boy and enjoying my beer, chatting with Dave whenever he had a down moment, telling him all the nasty things I wanted to do to my jock.
After about fifteen minutes my new buddy comes over with his friends to near where I'm sitting. The kid goes to the bar to order a round of drinks, and stands right in the space next to my stool. As he's giving his order to Dave, his hand slips down into my lap and grabs onto my hardon that's trapped mercilessly in the pant leg of my jeans. The little fuck is squeezing my meat good, working me up and milking out a good flow of dick dew into my boxers. All the while he's staring up at the TV screen as if nothing is going on, like he's just waiting for his drinks. But I can see that damned smirk on his face. By the end of the night, I knew I was going to wipe that smirk off him.
The place was filling up by now, so when their drinks arrive, the jock and his buddies stood in a circle of conversation right next to me. The young athlete made sure to stand where his backside pressed right into me. Of course, I took advantage of the situation to grab one of those perfect mounds in my right hand and feel the power of the kid's ass. Yeah, that was what the kid was waiting for, cause the moment my fingers grazed his dress pants, he backed himself so his plump butt was squarely in the palm of my hand. So I went to town. Why not give the boy what he wanted? I explored, caressed and needed every inch of that bubble ass, then roughly, I shoved my hand into the cleft of his ass, pushing the material tight down in there, then through the layers of cloth, started circling and pushing at his bunghole. I wish I could have seen his face as I diddled his butt, though I really didn't need to. I knew the guy was trying to keep a straight face for his jock buddies but was fighting back the feelings of man pleasure washing over him. Feelings he probably didn't know he could feel from a perfect stranger in a bar, right in the open.
At one moment, the young men were all looking across the bar at some woman, so I took the opportunity. Reaching between his legs, I grabbed the jock's hard cock and quickly massaged it through his trousers. Fuck, you'd have thought the kid didn't just shoot a major wad in the bathroom thirty minutes ago. Almost instantly, his hips were bucking back and forth, as if they could decide whether to break free of my hold or fuck his cock into it.
I made the decision for him, removing my hand. By then I'd had enough of the games. "Dave buddy," I called out to my friend. "I'm going home now. Talk to ya tomorrow."
Dave gave me a quizzical look, nodding his head questioningly to the young man standing right next to me. But when he saw the look in my face, he said nothing about him, just told me to have a good night.
I sauntered out of the bar, making my way across the parking lot to my car. I lit up a cigarette and gave him exactly two minutes.
Sure enough, just as I was unlocking my car door, I saw in my peripheral vision my boy leave the bar and dash toward me.
"Wait!" he cried out.
I stopped as I opened the car door and looked expectantly at him. "Yeah?"
"I...I didn't get your name."
"Bill." I offered my hand to shake.
"Jim. Jim Connors," he replied, his toothy smile showing just the hint of that cockiness I'd seen just a minute ago in the bar. "I just wanted to say that was a hot time... back in the men's room."
I didn't let go of his hand, but instead used my grip to pull his hot body closer to mine. I reached my left arm around his waist and held him so I could speak at a low, deep pitch. "Well, Jim, that was only the warm up. I think you want more. Tonight. Am I right?"
"What makes you think..." He tried to pull away but I held him still. "I mean, I just came out to say thanks, that's all. I..."
I shut him up with my mouth planted directly on his fine jock lips. This kid may have been cocky, but he offered no resistance as my tongue pushed deep into his oral cavity and claimed its territory.
That did it. This hunky side of grade-A all-American beef melted in my arms, as his hormones went into overdrive. His ballplayer bod crushed into mine, and I could feel that big hardon thrusting into my own crotch. There we were, two full-bodied muscled men making out in a deserted parking lot, swapping spit while his thick hands grabbed and clawed at my chest and biceps and mine ran the length of his beefy delts and lats and of course that taut, round jock butt.
I removed my mouth to begin a full frontal assault on his ear, nibbling and fucking my thick tongue in and out of the hole. This made the young stud moan and buck even more. "So, boy," I growl into his ear, "do you want to come home with me and get that sweet ass of yours fucked?"
Jim stuttered. "I never..."
"Fuck, guy, that's not what I asked. I asked if you were ready to come back to my place and get your ass fucked."
Sheepishly, the athlete hung his head down to gaze at his shuffling feet. Then he looked up and met my eyes with his own lusty gaze. "Yeah," he croaked in his collegiate baritone. "Yeah, I'd like that."
"Been thinking about it all night long, haven't you?"
"Yeah, man," he admitted.
"Thought so," I replied as I again crushed my hot lips against his grinding our horny, hungry mouths together. Greedily, my hands went straight down to his belt and unbuckled it, Within seconds I'd unzipped his dress pants and was pulling them down and just when I hooked my fingers in his boxers, the guy fights to break free of my lip lock.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he asks.
"Don't worry bud, just giving you a little preview." I pulled down the stud's underwear and took a brief second to admire that fully erect cock once more. "Turn around," I ordered.
I could tell he was scared. Scared of getting caught with his pants down in a public place. Scared people would find out this ballplaying star was a queer. Scared that he was gonna get fucked right there on the hood of my car. The kid was shivering.
"Easy, bud, your gonna love this." With a gentle push, I guided his torso down onto the car hood. I crouched down in position. Fuck, what a sight! Those jock globes flexed in front of me. Involuntarily, I'm sure, but man was that kid inviting me right in.
I took the mounds of flesh in each hand and pried the muscle apart. The crack was dusted in a trail of soft, blonde hair. There wasn't much light in the parking lot, but I could see a hot pink pucker spasming in the fresh night air.
I started right below his balls, alternating a good, thorough tonguing with a nibbling action that had my boy groaning and moaning. "Shit, Bill, that feels good. Ah, yeah, keep on going. I can feel your tongue touching my asshole! Ah shit, now you're eating me out! So fucking good! Don't stop. Man, I didn't know it could be this great. Fuck, Bill..."
And that was the sound of Jim Connors' first rim job. I dug in deep, my strong fingers like talons in the firm flesh of his meaty ass, my tongue a pistoning spear delving into that tight hole and opening it up with rhythmic, corkscrew motions. Then, I'd pull out and run the tip of my tongue all along the length between his buns, slathering that hot crack and getting it wet with my spit. Until I couldn't resist going back to his beautiful pucker and attacking it again, gnawing and licking and slurping at my jock's ass til I could sense he would blow if I continued.
Reluctantly, I pulled back, examining the fine specimen in front of me. His blue dress shirt was still on, his trousers were pulled down just to mid thigh, revealing the bulging mounds of alabaster jock muscle. Two rounded twin peaks of flesh just begging to be fucked. Hard. The crack still shone wet with saliva, and my cock couldn't help but twitch anticipating sinking into that wet hole.
I controlled myself though, and bent down to hook my arms underneath the athlete's arms, using my strength to pull the guy up to a standing position again. Like a madman, I attacked his neck and ear with my mouth, biting and kissing every inch, tasting the fresh scent of soap and cheap cologne. Meanwhile, my hands reached up under his shirt and clenched at the burning flesh of his chest and torso. It was smooth and soft - and muscle hard. Better than I'd even dreamed.
Jim tossed his head back and growled. "Shit, Bill, that's fantastic. You got me so hot right now."
I looked over his shoulder to the hood of the car. Rivulets of pre-cum ran down the metal where his dick had lain. Jim's hardon throbbed and dripped, his reddened dickhead coated in the wetness of his cockslime. Insistently, my left hand reached down and grabbed at his balls, tugging the tight nutsack down.
"Jesus, stud," I said, my right hand massaging his bulging pec muscles and thick nipples. "I don't know what kind of protein shakes your coach has been giving you, but those balls are leaking more jock cream than some guys can shoot."
"How did you know I was a jock?"
"Hell, boy, I can tell. I played ball too in college, got to be able to sniff out tight athlete butt. The real thing. What position do you play?"
"Center, 1st string."
"Oooh, yeah, I shoulda known." I reached behind him to cup his smooth, taut ass, running my fingers deep in the cleft. "I bet you love it when your quarterback feels you up back here... Sticks his big hand right up into your crack... right there real tight... calling the fucking shots."
With that I shoved two fat fingers right into that hole. His sphincter clamped tight, holding my digits deep inside the heat of his rectum. I wiggled inside him, frigging his shithole as much as I could, and massaging his buttnut.
"Fuck, Bill, I'm cumming!" he cried as his dick jerked and out shot a good, healthy spray of football-jock sperm. The boy was crying and shaking the whole time. I don't think he'd ever had it so good. And the night was young still.
"Yeah boy," I cooed into his ear as his dick dribbled more onto my car's hood and his body came down from the heights of his second orgasm of the night. Instead of rough jabs, my fingers soothed and massaged his rectum, comforting him and loosening up that hole. "Couldn't hold back, could ya? That's OK, bud, let it loose. Bill's got all night to take care of ya. Yeah, you're ready to come back to my place and get down to business, give it up for your man?"
I don't think I could have beat the vision of this jock's all-American handsome face turning to meet my gaze as he said "Yeah, OK, Bill," as his hot mouth met mine in a kiss that told me he was ready to have his sweet cherry jock ass busted for good.
To be cont...