It was a steamy August Tuesday. The asphalt of the basketball court was radiating the heat from the sun, glazing all of the youthful players with a glistening layer of perspiration. The game had just ended, shirts versus skins. I took a seat on the bench after the game was over. I was a shirt, we lost. I just chilled on the bench watching my well built peer counterparts gather their things and retire to their overly expensive cars and speed off.
I was the last one left on the court except for Brad. He was the best basketball player at my high school. He was the heart-throb of every girl at school, and of the envy of every guy. He had the brains and the talent to really make a name for himself. He was taking some foul shots, just to practice for this weeks game. He dribbled the ball, raised it into the air and lobbed into the hoop. His body shown in the glaring sun, toned and tanned. The sweat dripped from his sleek brown hair.
He then retrieved his ball and came over to me, while grabbing a towel that ha had left on the other end of my bench.
"What are you waiting for Turner?" he said in a clever, yet condescending tone.
"Nothing, just killing a little time until my dad gets here." My parents, unlike the other members of the basketball teams parents, couldn't afford to buy me a new car at the moment.
"I can take you home...if you want."
Now, I was not an idiot. I kept in mind that this guy is the icon of everyone at Grilstone High, and had a girlfriend, Wendy, the head cheerleader no less. But, how could i say no to that structured face and amazingly built body?
"Sure!" I accidently shouted with sheer enjoyment. I couldnt seem to anxious now could I? "I'll call my dad on the way."
"Well, come on then loser, lets get a move on."
He jokingly swiped his sweaty towel across my face and began to jog to his car. I got up and followed. I couldnt help but to check out his lovely backside. His back was ripped and his butt filled out those blue gym shorts he was wearing perfectly. It looked as if you could crack a walnut between those cheeks. He unlocked the car and i perched myself atop the passenger side leather seat. He threw his towel in the back and we zoomed off.
I pulled my cell phone and filled my dad in on what was going on.
"Do you mind if we go by my house? I need to clean up because after I drop you off I've got a date with Wendy." he sounded somewhat preturbed in this statement.
"No problem, I'm sure dad wont mind."
We pulled into his driveway, and made out way into the house, and up the stairs. His door was the last on one on the right. He lead me in first and then discretely locked the door behind him.
"I'm going to take a quick shower and I'll be right out."
He left me in his bedroom and went into the joining bathroom. His room was enormous! It was filled with trophies and awards. I sat on his bed. It was rather comfy. It smelled like him, like a rugged man. I leaned back and got comfortable, who knew how long it would be until he got out of the shower.
I awoke to the sound of a squeaking door. And the man of my dreams walking through it. He stopped after passing through the threshold, wearing nothing but a rather small towel that just came down to mid thigh. So you could see most everything. His hairy legs lead up to his well built, muscular thighs, and up to his cut abs, fuzzy chest, and model like face.
When I sat up there was a...surprise...down below. Needless to say I was already standing at half staff. I must have covered it well though because the next words that came out of Brads mouth would never leave my mind.
"D'you mind if I change?"
My loins ignited with those very words. Just the thought of seeing his manhood sent me on my way. I could feel myself growing in my gym shorts, which show every curve. I leaned my forearm over my throbbing cock, trying to disguise it.
"Nah, were both guys, it's fine with me."
"I didn't think you would reject from seeing that tent you pitched in your pants."
I turned beet red. I didn't think that he'd saw my erection. Obviously, he had.
"Don't worry. Happens to me all the time from those power naps." He dropped his towel. He was now in all of his glory. The monster that dangled from that hunk of pure lust must have been a cut four inches long and he wasn't even excited. I couldn't help from staring. I was now gazing at what had been my object of obsession for my whole entire high school life.
"You can take care of that if you need to. I don't mind." Brad spoke, cool and seductive.
With this I quickly returned from my trip to lala land and re focused my attention on his face. This had to have been a dream. I was in the room, of the object of my eternal lust, with a boner now hard as a rock, while he, completely naked, gave me permission to jack off.
"You want me to...uumm...?" I asked.
"Jerk off." he interjected, as he could tell that I hadnt nessesarily been in this situation before.
"Why, do you want to get in on it?" my mental to vocal filter just shorted out. I guess it was just all of the testosterone within the room. I couldn't believe the I had just asked him to assist me in my...task.
"I thought you would never ask."
Brad walked over to me and I sat straight up, my hands in my lap, ready to get started. My face was level with his abdominals. I took a long, hard, stare at them before I moved my line of sight up to hie eyes. He was about a foot away from my face.
"I'm all yours," he said, "just let me get a little something when your done with me."
"Agreed."
I reached around him, grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled the mass of pure stud towards me and began to run my tongue around his belly button. I could taste the sweat. He must have just gone in the bathroom for dramatic effect I guess. Anyways, I could tell he liked it because I started to feel pressure on my neck. His dick was growing and poking me just below the chin.
As much as I wanted to have my way with it, that wasnt the deal. I had to get myself done first. I moved my tongue around his stomach, tracing every curve and indention of it.
After feeling i had substantially aroused him, I arose from my seat on his bed, and he was now standing at his full what looked to be about eight and a half inches, and about as big around as a baseball. He hadnt dwarfed me as much as I had thought, for I was seven inches myself.
I moved my hands up his stomach, sliding on the saliva. I made my way up around his chest and retired my arms around his neck. I gazed deep into his hazel eyes and pulled him for a passionate kiss. Our lips met and let our hands roam as we both made out way into a laying position on the bed. After reclining he undressed me while in the midst of exploring each others mouths with out tongues. I pulled away and tugged in his side for him to get on top of me. His washboard abs were resting upon mine.
It must have been eighty degrees in his house, because we had both again broken a sweat, and our bodies together were quite lubricated. He bagan to slide back and forth on top of me, rubbing our members together. He then moved his head down from mine, to my neck and began to kiss my adams apple. Then he slowly kept his lips in contact with my skin as he moved to my nipples. He stayed there sucked and nibbled until I began to pant as they were too sensitive to touch. He then followed the line of hair from by navel down to the garden of pubes that encased my engorging member.
He raised his head and in one swift motion took in all seven inches. I didn't know how this guy had made it this far as completely straight and he obviously wasn't out if practice in the art of cock sucking. His soft lips caressed my shaft. Up and down, again and again. As he went down his stubbled chin graised and tickled my nut sack. Pleasure washed over me like the morning tide enveloping me with synapse explosions. He then moved back up to the head and focused there for a while while jacking me with one hand and massaging my balls with his other. I could feel my testicles draw up close to me and my juiced biuld up inside of my, ready to explode.
"WAIT!"
He stopped and must have know exactly what I was thinking. He let me rest for a couple seconds so that I could enjoy what was about to happen next. He rose above me, his cheeks puckered and hovering just above my waiting penis. His hairy ass encased me as we both let out a fiery howl of pleasure. I guess it was a good thing that his parents weren't home. He moaned as he bounced while my member penetrated his tight asshole. I had to take control.
I sat up, he still grinding as hard as he could, and flipped him on his back. His dark sweaty legs were protruding from his waist into the air. I grabbed them and rested them on my shoulders and began to pump in and out, in and out. I could see in his face that he was enjoying this as much as I was. We were both moaning as I reached the climax of my ultimate sexual fantasy and I let out one last cry of indefinable pleasure before blowing my load a whopping nine times. Afterwards I was exhausted. I laid down atop his fuzzy chest. My body was so sensitive now, his hairs tickled my skin as I got comfortable. Our sweaty bodies lie there with one another. I retracted myself, it was like knocking a whole in the Hoover Dam, the creamy substance oozed out of his ass, and I fell asleep after having the best sex of my life.
I woke up to a soft, kissing sensation on my neck. Brad had let me get some sleep, but he hadn't forgotten the second part of our little deal. He was going to have his way with me now. He grabbed my hand and lead me from the bed to the bathroom. We were both buck naked in all of out glory. I followed him, hand in hand, to the bathroom. He had already started the shower. There was steam billowing from the glass enclosure.
"Come on in," he coaxed as he opened the sliding glass door and lead me into the larger than expected shower.
The hot water engulfed our bodies, from four heads it encasing us. He pulled me close to him and kissed me yet again. I wrapped my arms around his back and he rubbed my ass as we tongue danced. But this kiss did not have the softness that it had before. This was a hard, rough kiss. He nibbled my lip, but I returned the favor. I'm was no stranger of getting down a dirty every once and a while. He explored the depths of my mouth and as he did so, he ran his hands up my chest, making every hair on my body stand on end. He moved it up my neck, past my cheek bone and to the top of my head. As he retracted his tongue he pushed my head down to his crotch and said, "time to finish the deal, stud."
I had never been forced to do things like this before, but I liked it. I grabbed his wet, flaccid penis and took the soft four inches into my gaping mouth. With a little help it wasn't long until he was again standing at his full length. I returned the favor that he had given me before. I wrapped my lips around the head of his monster, and while sucking, caressed its bottom with my tongue. I slid my hand from his foot up his manly muscular calf, to his rock hard pubescent thighs, and then to his hairy balls and massaged them as the water ran down his rigid body. I moved the other hand to his back side and stimulated his asshole with my index finger. Tantalizing the oponing before plunging my finger deep inside of him. After a while a added fingers until I had three up in him.
"Don't be a pussy, take it all!"
And with that, he grasped the backside of my head and forced my mouth onto his eight and a half inch penis. I had no problem swallowing all of it, I was well seasoned at this. I was deepthroating his cock when I heard him begin to moan. I went faster and faster, his long shaft slid between my lips and poked the back of my throat. He pulled out of my mouth, and as I went for it again he reached down and picked me clear up off of the floor of the shower and turned me around facing the shower wall. Now I was about six three, one hundred and two hundred or so pounds and he picked my up off the ground. What a man, what a man, what a man. And I was soon to find out just how good of a man he was.
He grabbed my hips and with one swift thrust shoved half of his cock into my tight ass. I hadn't had any in a while so I was extremely tight. I screamed with a dangerous tonic of pain and pleasure. I could feel every single ridge of his penis grinding my insides. He pushed the rest of the way in and groaned along with me this time. Then in a laughing sort of way as, 'you just wait until you see what I've got in store for you,' he laughed.
Now that he knew that I could take him he pulled out leaving my ass feeling cold and solitary. He spun me around facing him and picked my legs off the ground and held me against the wall while setting my legs on his waist and penetrating me once more. My back was up against the wall and i had a clear view of my lovers face, which at this point was covered in bliss. He rammed me one time after another groaning every couple seconds. His hands roamed over my chest and arms which were pushing against his shoulders. His dick was throbbing inside me. His whole body was twitching and I could feel every jerk as an adverse effect of me being between him and the wall of the shower. He moaned and pumped faster and faster, i could feel his penis throbbing more than it had ever before. He let our one more outcry he spewed insied of me, filling my to the brim with his hot juice. I could already feel it seeping out and he was still inside of me.
He pulled out and sat me down, then kissed me, again, with that soft touch, caressing my jaw line. We got cleaned each other up and embraced each other. Afterwards we left the shower and I got redressed. He just put on some boxers. My clothes were sweaty so I put on some of Brads boxers a wife beater and some jeans which fit perfectly. I sat down again on his bed in the place that I had before. He leaned against the wall opposite me, i could see his member peeping through the hole of his boxers and then remembered...
"What about your date with Wendy?" I inquired, "it's eleven'o'clock!"
"I broke up with her yesterday, I just said that to get you here. I knew that you were into me. I saw how you watched me play today. And don't think that I didn't see you checking out my ass on the way to my car either."
I blushed somewhat. "You mind if I spend the night?"
"Nah, my parents wont be home until one and they wont mind."
"Well, I guess I'd better call my dad then."
"Already been done," Brad interjected, "after you fell asleep, I told him that you had gone to sleep here and you could crash here tonight if that was ok with him. And it is fine by the way."
"Ok."
"Ready for bed Turner?"
"Yeah Im beat...ha."
Brad walked over to me and crawled onto his king size bed and I followed after shucking off everything but the boxers that he was lending me. There was no need to be shy, so we got close and fell asleep side by side.
I woke up to the sound of Brads parents coming in. I also noticed that I had my hand down Brads boxers. I could feel him getting hard again in his sleep. He grinned while still sacked out. I slid my hand out from his boxers and looked at him. He woke up and looked at me with that colt sinister grin, and I knew that once again, my ass was all his.