The usual disclaimer, yeah--this is for gays only, if offended, don't read, get the hell outta here! Wit' dat said, let's begin....shall we?
Obsessions....
There he is, trying to get the snow off of his vehicle. Last nights snowfall covered up everyting in a blanket of fluffy white beautiful snow. I watch as he scrapes the cold snow off his windshield, I wonder how cold he is. He's bundled up, and looks to not be too uncomfortable, but I'm sure he's gotta be freezin' his nuts off.
I've had my eye on him for a while. I keep watching him until I notice he's run into some trouble. He must dig his way out of his own driveway and he looks like he's looking for "something" to dig it out with. Being as it is that I have a shovel for him, I grab it, and go outside to give him a hand. We've not met before, so I figure that this is a decent chance, so I take charge.
Oh, by the way, I am 20, he looks to be my age, and I have short shaved brown hair, green eyes, I'm 5'7, and I weigh 158 lbs. I'm basically the typical jock I suppose, and that's what I'm attracted to also. He looks very much like me, only taller. So, I walk out and offer him a hand, he looks at me and says "sure". I am delighted to be of convenience to him, because he does need my help, and he's not passing the moment to have someone's help by.
After a few minutes of shovelling snow from his driveway, I stop briefly and introduce myself to him and he does the same to me. We shake hands briskly and then we get back to work. A few minutes later, we're all done, and he's ready to jet. He quickly gets into his car, and then gets out again as if he just remembered to thank the total stranger who helped him. He approaches me and says "thanks man, thanks alot", and I just say "no problem". He offers me an invitation for beer later this evening at his place, and I agree, and then he leaves for work. I guess I just made my day...
Knowing that I will be at his house later that afternoon, I can't keep from thinking of what I want to do with him. Fuck him, fuck him some more, and then fuck him again. That's all I've wanted from him, and I hope that's all I get. Maybe romance, but that's always doubtful, especially with guys his type and mine. Sex is all we think about. So instead of filling my head with hopeless thoughts, I decide that all I'll push for is an evening of passionate sex that last's the whole night long.
Well, during most of that day I went to the gym, worked out, then ran about 4 miles. I'm exhausted, but excited, so I'm still full of energy for tonight.
I hear his motor roaring down the drive and I look out the window, and there he is, getting out of his car, and he has some stuff that he needs carried in. So, again, I offer my kindness to him, hoping that he won't take it for weakness. So, I walk out, offer to help, and he's glad I'm there. So I grab a few bags of groceries and head for his doorway. Once in, I put the shit on the table, and once he's made it in with the last of it, I shut his door, after all, it's nice-n-warm inside, and it's cold out. I waste no time in getting done what I want done. I approach him, and grab his neck, I kiss him, and he doesn't seem to care.
He wants it, and he knew that I knew it, and he knew that's what I wanted. I grab his balls, and stroke them through his jeans. I slowly take his ball cap off his beautiful head and notice how his hair was mashed to his head. Something about that turns me on. His nice, military like hair cut turns me on. I take in his totally masculine scent, letting it intoxicate my behavior and I soon begin to act as if I were an animal. My true instincts are roaring full force, and I'm unstoppable. I grope and grab at him as if in frenzy. I lick his neck and then I take his sirt off to observe his handsome body, his fine ass fuckable body. Nice n' lean, I rub my hands softly but fiercly over his rippled stomach, I pinch his nipples, and then I slip a finger into his briefs and run them around his smoothe waist, finishing my trip around his waist, I pull my finger out letting the elastic of the waistband pop back to his tanned and soft flesh. Getting harder by the moment, I start to tonque his face and mouth.
By this point, we're down to our knees, and moaning with pleasure. He's whimpering for my cock to invade his being. I want to, I want my sex organ to invade his insides. I want it all. I want every last bit of him. I want to obtain his virginity ever-so-innocently. My intentions my be wicked, but my act is innocent, because he wants it. I'm obsessed with him.
Things progress quickly as I unbotton his faded blue jeans, and slowly pull them down, sliding them past his briefs, all nice n' white, just like the snow outside. Once his jeans are off, he's left with only his whities on, but I soon take a moment to tear them off his bod as well. I put my face to his cock and balls, and smell the musk, letting it intoxicate me once again. I can't wait no longer, I take his cock into my mouth and force him to pound into me, and he does, and it feels so good. His meat fucking my face, oh, god it's awesome. Ahh, unhh, fuck, fuck. Ahhh! He shouts, and he's about to cum when I jerk my head off and tell him not to, at least not yet.
I get up, and we progress to the living room, and I push him to the floor, and he gets on all fours like he should, and I then let loose and get on top of him and force my way into him. My cock forcefully invades his insides and he whimpers like a puppy. I grunt and then start pounding away at him, tearing him. I fuck and fuck and fuck him. Ahh,unhh, oh yeah, fuck yeah, cum cum. Fuck me hard he insists, and believe me, I am. He turns his head and I can see the pain in his eyes.
I pull out and order him onto his back. He does, I put his legs on my shoulders and aim my prick at his hole. I invade him once again, observing the way his eyes roll back into his head as he's in exctacy. I keep manhandling him and fucking him and he continues to moan "ahh, oh, unhh, unhh, fuck me hard, keep on fucking me, tear my guts apart, hurt me, fuck me, ahhh!" I do, and then I reach my fucking limit and I pull out and then I quickly position myself so that my dick is spewing hot juicy cum all over his hot handsome jock face. He slurps up every last bit of it, all the while jerking off, and then he reaches his limit as well. He spurts out ropes of hot jock cum all over his belly. We manages to scoop some of it up, actually most of it, and he forces his fingers into my mouth, and I slurp all of his cum while he's still finishing mine. Wow, tow cum guzzlers on the floor, all sweaty and hot from our pounding jock fuck cock action.
I can't believe it. I won. I won his virginity. I won his manhood. I won his jockness. I made him cum. He made me cum. I invaded his life sexually. He liked it. He let me. He wanted it. He let it happen. He did nothing to stop me. So in essence, I took or stole nothing. But it's nice to think of it as something I took. Because I did take it. He'll never look at me or other men the same again. He will always have that instinct in him. That instinct to suck cock. That instinct to let another man invade his insides with their pieces of manmeat. He'll have the urge to do to other hot jocks what I did to him. Jock ass tastes so sweet and to obtain it so innocently, that's something I thrive on. So should you. He does, so why shouldn't everybody? After all, that's all we're here for isn't it? To suck cock and to fuck ass. All the other stuff is stuff we've made up. Our animal instincts tell us to suck and fuck. That's all we really have to go by.....
Clay Ivey amax69@hotmail.com