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Days have passed since my 'work-out session' with Luke. I still can't believe what happened. Luke, the most manly guy I know - someone I describe as an alpha male - was submitting himself to me - a small fucking pathetic nerd - Obeying all my commands without even questioning. Never in my life would've I thought that behind all his big muscle and gruff, homophobic attitude, that he is actually gay. Let alone someone who is a submissive to a smaller, weaker man.
After that event, I was actually hoping that Luke would change his attitude towards me. I mean, I fucking know his deepest, darkest secret at this point. But it was all just hope, if anything, his attitude became more brutally dismissive. At first, he avoided me by spending a lot his of time in his friends' suite. After a couple of days he was back to his normal self, instead of bullying me verbally, now he also did it physically. He pushed me or tripped me until I fell to the ground a lot of times. I remember reading an article about a case like Luke. According to the article, a lot of closeted gay men are actually homophobic because they are actually in denial with themselves. A lot of factors contribute to this, but mostly because of the environment in which they live. I was kind of understanding Luke's dilemma: A star football player, from a small town, and probably raised in a traditional conservative family. If he acknowledged what happened and was nice to me, he would be admitting to himself that he is what he was raised to hate - A faggot.
Suddenly, I heard a loud creek as my door swung open. I immediately got up from my bed to see who was entering. It was Randall. And damn! He was looking so fucking good! He was wearing a black leather jacket with very tight blue jeans. His jeans were so tight I could even see the outline of his fucking cock!
"Hey Alex," Randall greeted me by flashing his white teeth creating a grin like a small kid - 'Why is he so fucking cute?' I wondered.
"You have a big fancy camera right?" he asked me. I couldn't help but looking down at his crotch. Damn!
"Yeah, why?" I answered, finally looking up at him. He was inquiring about the DSLR camera that I has never really been used ever since I got here.
"Can you take some pictures of me? I just got my new gear and uniform." He said excitedly.
I never saw this stud in his uniform before. It was an offer I couldn't resist. "Okay, sure. Right now?"
"Yeah. You're not busy right?"
I shook my head. "No."
"Excellent! Let's go to my room!"
I grabbed my camera and followed Randall to his room. It was pretty exciting since I never have set foot inside Randall's room before. For some reason, he never invited me and always had his door closed.
I followed him to the corridor and he stopped right in front of his door."First of all, I'm sorry if my room is a little bit messy," Randall said to me as he grabbed his door knob and swung it open.
'A little bit' was definitely a major understatement. Awful smell of sweat and trash hit my nostrils as I stepped inside his room. His room was a huge mess. Empty soda cans, pizza boxes on his desk, an overflowing trash can, and scattered dirty clothes was what I saw upon scanning the room. I always thought that Randall was a clean and hygienic person. Boy, I was wrong. His room was like a war-zone.
"Again, sorry about the mess." Randall said as he grabbed a can of air freshener and began spraying every single inch of his room with it. He grabbed all the trash to put it in the trash can outside.
"Well, it's not the dirtiest room I've been in" I said, completing a white lie, as I sat on his bed.
Looking to my right I discovered the source of the sweaty odor. Sat beside the bed I sat on was his open equipment bag containing his lacrosse gear. From where I sat, I could see his helmet and gloves inside of it. The longer I sat there, the stronger the smell invading my nose.
Randall saw me looking at his equipment bag, and asked "I just finished practice. Ever play lacrosse before?"
"No." I answered. "I never played any sports before."
"Of course. I should've guessed from your amazingly athletic body!" Randall said sarcastically. We both chuckled.
I glanced again at the sweaty, freshly worn lacrosse gear besides me and gently rubbed my crotch. 'Why does the sweaty odor turning me on so much?' I wondered to myself.
"So, I want you to take photo of me in my gear and uniform. I want high quality pictures for my instagram." Randall said as he locked his door.
"O.. Okay"
Then, unexpectedly, he began to undress right in front of me. After what happened between us a couple of days ago, I shouldn't think he had any reason to be embarrassed.
He started with his leather jacket, unzipping it slowly. Randall revealed his sweaty smooth muscular body. Apparently he hadn't worn anything underneath that jacket all this time. The sight of his bare body with the unzip leather jacket made my mind crazy. He looked really cool. Quietly, I grabbed my camera and snapped a couple pictures without him knowing.
Then, unbuttoning his jeans, he yanked them down in one quick move along with his tight under armour compression shorts.
The now familiar sight of his huge, but soft prick greeted me. This fine specimen is finally naked. Didn't want to miss the moment, I grabbed my camera again to get some pictures of his smooth muscular body. But before I could do it, he turned to me and saw me pointing the camera at him.
Instead of getting mad at me for wanting to take his picture, he flashed me a smile before he grabbed the base of his cock and started jerking it a couple of times.
I gulped. It looked so big even when soft!
After that, he gave me a glance and began walking towards me. I could see his big cock swinging as he walked - hypnotizing me. I gulped again.
He stopped right in front of me with his cock right across from my face. A familiar smell of his manly musk hit my nostril. Without realizing, I took a deep whiff. 'This might be what heaven smells like!' I thought to myself.
"I'm going to change to my uniform here. I hope you don't mind." Randall said to me winking, as he took one step to the side, and grabbed his opened equipment bag.
He brought out all his gear and equipment from the bag. Helmet, shoulder pads, jersey and all the other things. I took a sniff as I could smell the room becoming more and more pungent with Randall's sweaty odor.
Then, Randall brought out the things that made my heart stop - His cup and jockstrap. They look so worn out. His white cup was turning yellow and the pouch of his jockstrap was filled with small holes. I wondered how long had he been wearing these things?
"Why do you have so much equipment? You're just throwing a ball with a stick." I started conversation as he put on his jockstrap. I just thought a conversation would make this less awkward for me. To be honest, I was pretty disappointed. I was really hoping he would stay naked for a little bit longer.
"The ball is pretty heavy though." Randall answered as he tossed me the white ball. I caught it successfully with both of my hands.
"Damn! I thought this was plastic." It's true, but before this I thought lacrosse ball was made out of plastic.
"No. It's rubber. Hard rubber." Randall stressed the point.
"I still think the equipment is excessive though" I tossed the ball back at him, which he caught it with one hand.
"Excessive? Have you been hit by a lacrosse ball before?"
"Come on. does it hurt that bad?"
"You know what? I want you to try it. Here, wear this and this." Randall said to me as he grabbed his shoulder pads and helmet and gave them to me. Unsurprisingly, both the helmet and shoulder pads were still wet and warm from the practice he just completed.
At this point, I was really excited. The thought of wearing Randall's warm freshly used shoulder pads and helmet made my mind go crazy. My cock also got more excited and started to twitch a couple times. Seeing Randall naked; smelling his manly smell; now wearing his freshly worn equipment, It couldn't get any better than that!
I didn't want to waste the opportunity. I want to fully feel the warmth and wetness of his shoulder pads around my body. An idea popped into my head.
"Gah! This is wet. I think I'm gonna take my clothes off." I announced to him as I started to take off my shirt.
"Yeah go ahead." Randall said as he grabbed and slid his worn out cup into his jockstrap, which i thought was not really necessary for the photo. "Sorry, I didn't really wear anything underneath those pads. It's soaking all my sweat."
'Just the way I fucking like it!' I thought to myself.
As soon as I put the pads on, I could feel the dampness around my chest and back. I rubbed my hard cock as the sweat from the pads was dampening my skin. I was secretly hoping his testosterone and all his manly juice absorbed into my skin.
Next, the helmet. Noticing that Randall was still focused with his other equipment, I decided to take a deep whiff inside his helmet. I smiled as a strong familiar smell hit my nose.
I put it on after I was satisfied, feeling the sweat-soaked helmet covering my head.
"You done?" He asked, still busy with his equipment.
"Yeah." I answered. He suddenly turned back to face me, holding 2 lacrosse balls in his hand.
"I'm going to throw this to you so you could feel the sensation." he explained.
"Pfftt... Go ahead, It's not going to be that - OUCH!" He threw one of the lacrosse ball without warning and I screamed as it hit me on the left side of my chest. He definitely threw it with all of his energy. It hurt as hell.
"It doesn't hurt, huh?" Randall said a mocking voice, before he threw another lacrosse ball to me.
"OUCH!" I yelled again, this time the ball hits the middle of my chest. "Okay! It hurts!" I said as i rubbed my pad covered chest.
"Imagine being hit with that ball without the protector." Randall said as he walked towards me slowly. I could see he was checking me out, scanning me from head to toe and back to my head.
He stood right in front of me, flashing a big grin. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah." I answered.
Then, he slid his right hand inside the pads, touching my bare chest which was also sweat-soaked because of his pads. He explored my smooth chest with a light touch of his palm as his fingers dance on my sensitive skin. I shuddered.
After exploring my entire chest for a moment, he moved his hand to the left side of my chest.
"Did the ball hit you here? Does it still hurt?" He asked as he carressed my left pec with his palm and played my nipple with his finger. At this point, I could feel his left hand exploring my ass, gently squeezing it.
"N-No." I said nervously. I could feel waves of pleasure flowing through my body. 'Why is he doing this?' I thought to myself.
"Are you sure?" He asked me again as he gently pinched my nipple with his fingers. His left hand was continuing with some action. After giving my asscheek another squeeze, he put his fingers in my ass crack, sliding it up and down. My body jolted in response: I could feel my cock was twitch; releasing fresh pre-cum; and making my shorts a little wet.
"Y-Yes, R-Randall." I answered him, stammered, overwhelmed by the pleasurable sensation.
Then, he gave me another smile and stopped what he was doing, pulling his hand from my chest and ass.
I let out a sigh. He saw it and gave me another grin.
'Shit! Is this another game?' I thought to myself, remembering the 'game' he played on me at the restaurant.
"Let's get started then. I'm gonna need my shoulder pads and helmet back." Randall said as he turned his attention back to his lacrosse equipment. I quickly took off the chest pads and the helmet, giving the inside of the helmet another deep whiff before I returned it to him.
I put my shirt back on and did some configuration on my camera as he started to wear his gear, transforming himself into a proper lacrosse player. Of course, I glanced at him every now and then. He was standing with his back facing me but i was 100% sure he knew that I watched him because he continued to tease me in the process.
First, he put on his black arm pads and shoulder pads. After he finished putting them on, he flexed his arms, showing his massive biceps. Next were his knee pads, socks, and shoes: instead of putting it on while sitting down, he dresses standing up. The bending of his body exposed his ass for me to see. Since he was wearing a jockstrap, I could see his pink, juicy chute nice and clean. twitching a couple times, his anus was asking for attention. At this point, I was sweating and my heart was beating fast.
Done with the leg gear, He put on his shorts, his baggy jersey, helmet, and lastly his gloves.
"I'm done." He said as he turned around, facing me, already transformed into a sexy lacrosse player. I didn't know why I was really turned on with man in sports gear or uniform. It was just they look so badass and manly. Looked like they are ready for anything.
"Alex?" Randall said, snapping his fingers, waking me out of my reverie. All this time I've been staring at him without even blinking like a fucking fool.
"Oh, Shit. Sorry." I said to him as I shook my head. Again, he was grinning like a little kid. He must already know that I was thirsty for him.
"Let's get started then!"
"Where do you want to do it?" I asked him while getting up from the bed, continued configuring my camera.
"Here is fine." Randall answered.
"Here? You Sure? I mean we can go outside or to the stadium so you can have good backround."
"It's fine Alex. There's a lot of people outside."
"Since when do you care about people?" Randall was the goofiest in the group. He was never embarassed doing stupid stuff in front of other people, so it didn't make sense that he was 'embarassed'.
"I just... I don't know... Let's just do it here."
"Okay." I finally gave in. "The lighting is not going to be good though."
"That's fine." He said as he grabbed his lacrosse stick.
"Stand over there, please." I directed him to stand facing the window, so I could have enough light.
For the next 10 minutes, I was taking pictures of him doing various pose. Him holding his helmet, him holding his stick with both of his hands, and all kind of other generic athlethic poses. It feels like I was taking pictures for a high school year book photo. Throughtout the 10 minutes, I also couldn't stop admiring him. He looked so manly and badass in his uniform, my ideal 'knight in shining armor'. At that point, I was taking pictures of him while trying to hide my hard-on which was sprouting in my shorts. Let me tell you, it was really hard to do.
"I think it's enough." He said as he approached me. "Can I look at the photos?" As he stood behind me, he wrapped his arms around my neck, sticking his body to mine. I could feel the warmth of his body.
I could smell his familiar manly smell again, only this time, it was more pungent. His sweaty body combined with his sweat-soaked gear and uniform made the smell stronger. And my cock was responding to the aromatic sensation.
As I showed him the pictures one by one, he continued his 'game' of tease. First, he moved his arms so both of his hands were right by my nipples. Then, he rubbed the nipples with his fingers, playing with them again. Rubbing the nipples gently, over time the gentle rub turned into a gentle pinch. Waves of pleasure filled my body again. My heart continues to increase and my breath became short. Randall knew what he was doing and he was loving every minutes of it.
Secondly, not being satisfied with my nipples, he decided to rubbed his crotch against my ass. His huge cock was covered by a cup, but the sensation was still overwhelming. Not only rubbing it, he also tried to push it between my crack a couple times. All this happened as he interracted like nothing was happening. All the rubbing and pinching was making my mind go crazy! The pleasure was overstimulating causing me not to be able to utter a word. I would just nod or shake my head as a response to his questions. My eyes were rolling to the back of my head.
"It's amazing! You're really good at this." Randall said as he detached himself from me, stopping his action, which was dissapointing. I had wished for him to never stop.
"Is it okay if we take another picture? This time for my tinder."
"O-Okay..." It would be stupid if I say 'no'. After what he'd just done to me, I couldn't say 'no'.
"Bitches love athletes! I just need to be more sexy though, so that nobody would swipe left." Randall said as he took off his jersey, revealing his smooth muscular body. His chest was filled the shoulder pads very nicely and his hard 8-pack was exposed, looking delicious as always.
"But let's take a break first. I'm gonna get some water, do you want some?" He added as he tossed his jersey and gloves to the bed.
"Y-Yeah, sure." I answered as I took a seat at the edge of his bed.
"Okay. Be right back." He smiled and immediately ran to the kitchen.
"Fuuuccckk." I whispered to myself, throwing my body back onto his bed.
I just laid there with both of my hands covering my face. The memories of what Randall did to me flooded my brain and my still hard cock started to twitched again. If his goal was to tease the shit out of me, he definitely succeeded.
"You okay, bud?" I got up as soon as I heard his voice. He was standing in front of the door, holding 2 cups of water.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Here you go." He extended his right arm to give me the cup. But before I could grab it, he let go of the cup; making it fall and spill the water into my lap.
"OH MY GOD!" Randall yelled as he put the other cup on the table near the bed. "I'm so sorry, Alex." He ran to grab a towel from the back of his door.
I looked down to my lap and saw the water making the front of my shirt and pants wet. Since I was wearing white shorts without underwear, the water was making the fabric translucent, exposing my rock-hard cock for Randall to see.
I quickly took off my shirt and Randall rapidly grabbed the towel to immediately kneel and spot dry the effected area over my crotch trying to making it dry.
"It's okay. I'll dry you off," he said as he continously was rubbing my crotch. He was causing my cock to remain hard.
"R-Randall... N-" I tried to stop him but he kept on going. He rubbed my crotch so attentively I could feel the pleasure wave coming back.
He suddenly stop and ran to his closet. He searched the closet for some time, until finally, he grabbed a white jockstrap.
"This is my little bro jockstrap, I think It's the only thing I have that fits you." He said as he showed it to me.
"No, Randall I-" Just as I was about to tell him that I can get clothes from my room, which only 10 steps away from his, he cut me off.
"You should change so you don't get cold." He said, cutting me off, waving the jockstrap in front of me.
He grabbed my arms to pull me up. Unexpectedly he knelt in front of me, "I'll help you change, okay? Just relax, Alex."
Without hesitation, he pulled my shorts down which allowed my hard cock to spring for him to see without any obstruction. Then, he reached out for the towel again to gently wipe my cock and balls.
He continued to thoroughly dry my cock and balls to the point that he pulled my cock down so my cockhead was facing him. My cock throbbed as soon as his big bare hand was touching it. There, was no way he could deny having felt the throb. His face was really close to the cockhead, I could feel his warm breath grazing against my cock.
I couldn't believe what was happening. I looked down at him. The sight was so fucking arousing. A big muscular man - in his lacrosse gear, was playing with my cock. My cock throbbed again at the sight, this time a small drop of precum oozed from my piss slit. Like it was nothing weird to him, he just scooped it with his finger, then wiped it clean with the towel. Fuck! what a sight to behold.
After moments of caring for my cock, he stopped. He left me with a huge erection. I couldn't handle it anymore. Deciding to touch my cock, I reached only to have him grab my hand and place the jockstrap in it. "It's done. Now you wear this and let's continue the photoshoot." He said as he gave me another dirty grin. This was definitely part of his plan.
I was really horny at this point. My cock was as hard as a steel. I could see my cockhead turning purple, aching to be touched again. Not wanting this to end, I allowed Randall to continue to tease me and to make me feel good. I didn't know what Randall had in store for me, but I was really looking forward to it.
I quickly put on the jockstrap, so I didn't touch my cock and cum accidentaly. The jock fits me pretty well. Since I got a big boner and the fabric of the jock was pretty thin, the outline of my cock was pretty visible. But at this point, I didn't really care anymore.
Randall was already in pose. "You ready?"
I nodded.
The next 15 minutes was probably the horniest 15 minutes I've ever been through. First, he was posing in his gear, but over time, he took off his gear one by one, starting with the shorts, then his arm pads, knee pads, shoulder pads, until eventually he was only in his used sweaty jockstrap. I couldn't help but gulp everytime he took off a piece of his equipment. He was slowly stripping in front of me and it was one of the hottest things I've ever witnessed. It was like a photoshoot for a porn magazine.
I was so horny and only focused on him at the time, I didn't really notice my surrounding. Just as I took the last picture, I accidentally slipped on a piece of plastic on the floor.
THUD
I fell backward. My camera went flying from my hand. My head hit the desk behind me. On the desk, was a bottle which tipped: spilling it's contents of a thick, brown, liquid all over my torso and crotch.
"OH MY GOD!" Randall screamed.
In genuine horror, a panic expression appeared on his face. This was definitely not part of his plan.
"OH MY GOD! ARE YOU OKAY?" He was racing down to where I lay dazed, concerned for my wellbeing. "ALEX?"
Still shocked, I didn't respond.
"ALEX!" He screamed again.
"Y-Yeah, I- I'm fine." I finally spoke. A sigh of relief came out of his mouth. "Is my camera okay?"
Randall quickly picked up my camera from the floor and inspected it carefully. "Not even a single scratch."
"Ho- Why did you fall?" He asked as he put my camera on the desk. The concern could still be heard in his voice.
"I slipped on that little piece of plastic, then gravity take over. Gravity sucks!" I said, half joking.
"Gravity? Sucks? Are you kidding? Sandra Bullock and George Clooney are terrific in that movie!" Randall said, joking too.
We both chuckled.
"What the fuck is this thing?" I asked as I scooped the thick fluid from my chest.
"Oh, it's syrup. My uncle made that. It's supposed to be organic so it's healthy and shit." He explained. "You need help?" He asked as he extended his right hand to help me.
I gladly accept and grabbed his hand as he pulled me back up. "Thanks."
"Are you sure you are okay? Do you want me to take you to the clinic?" He asked as he carefully inspected me.
"Don't worry, I'm okay." I answered, scratching the back of my head.
"This is so fucking sticky." I said as I rubbed my syrup-coated body. "What is this made out of?"
Randall just chuckled. "Honestly, I don't know." Then, he scooped a little bit of the syrup from my right nipple with this finger and put it in his mouth. "But it's delicious as fuck."
"I guess I should take a shower then."
"Unfortunately, it's going to stick with you for a long time."
"What do you mean?"
"Even if you shower 3 times, the syrup will not completely washed away. It will still make your body sticky as hell." He explained. "There's something that can make it completely go away tho."
"What is it?"
"Spit."
"Spit?"
"Yeah, look." He spit on his own hand and rubbed his hand against my syrup-covered shoulder. He was right, it was completely going away as soon as he rubbed it. I touched it and it didn't feel sticky at all.
"So, I should cover my body with spit?" I asked, confused.
"No, I have a better idea." Randall got closer to lean into my body and suddenly gave my right pec a gentle lick.
He licked it slowly, moving his head down until eventually his tongue met my nipple. Then, instead of a gentle lick, he started to lap it like a hungry dog. Familiar wave of pleasure hits me again and lust was filling my brain. My cock was starting to rise.
He was 'cleaning' my nipple for quite some time. Not just giving it a tongue bath, he also sucked the nipple and played with it using his teeth. Having a pretty sensitive nipple, I was overwhelmed by the sensation he was giving me. I just closed my eyes, while my mouth was open, trying hard not to let out a moan.
After thoroughly 'cleaning' it, he moved on to my other nipple, licking all over the middle part of my chest in the process. Just like he did with my right nipple, he hungrily lapped at it, dancing his tongue over my hard nipple. Sweat was beginning to form as my eyes were rolling back. I was in heaven. Fuck, he was good with his tongue!
Then, he moved again, down to my stomach where he gave it a slow lick. His tongue flickered gently all over my skin, scooping all the syrup like some sort of cleaning machine. Lust was all that was left in my brain at this point. I couldn't focus on anything except for the pleasure he created.
I was defeated. He had succeeded. At this point I couldn't hold it anymore. "O-oohh, Randall." The moan escaped from my mouth. I finally gave in. I decided to let my hands do some exploring of their own as well: caressing his sweaty muscular back; feeling how strong and big it was; as his tongue continue exploring my stomach.
He finally reached my jock-covered crotch after licking my stomach top to bottom with no area going unexplored. He immediately pulled the jock down and let it fall to the floor, revealing my hard cock once again. Since the area was covered with only a little bit of syrup on it, which passed through the pores of the soft meshed jockstrap, Randall performed what had become his ritual.
Even though it was not really dirty, he was still commited in 'cleaning' it. Since my thigh region is the dirtiest area, he began there. Starting at my outer thigh, he licked the syrup off it all the way up to my hips. He repeated his process over and over again. Moving a little bit closer to my inner thigh with each lick.
"Mmmmm oohhhhh..." I moaned non-stop as electrifying sensation his tongue bring filled my entire body. The sensation was getting stronger and stronger after each lick.
Then, his attention moved to my rock hard cock. He was inspecting it intensely. Just looking at it for a while. At this time, my cock was as hard as an iron spear, pointing up. Precum was constantly flowing from my piss-slit, leaving a string of it dangling from the tip. Randall was just staring at it, like he was confused. After a moment, he shook his head, and let his tongue out. He moved his face closer towards my cock, but as his tongue was about to touch my cock head, he backed up. Then, he opened his mouth wide. Again, he got closer and as he was about to put my hard throbbing cock into his mouth was then he turned his face away. Suddenly, the realization hit me. He never sucked cock before.
"I-It's o-okay, Randall. Y-you don't have to." I said to him even though I really wanted to be sucked by this stud.
He looked up at me, and a smile formed on his face. As he kept looking at my face, he stuck his tongue out again. This time, he actually did lapped at my cock.
"OOOHHHHH..." I let out a loud moan as his warm wet tongue was polishing my cock head. He even scooped the precum from my piss-slit, making it clean again.
He moved on to my shaft, where he licked it very slowly, tracing his tongue from the base all the way to the tip. As his tongue reached the tip of my cock, he opened his mouth to completely devour my cock.
"OH FUCK RANDALL!" I screamed as his warm mouth was engulfing my cock.
He was still commited to his 'cleaning' duty, swirling his tongue all over the cock over-and-over again as he bobbed his head back-and-forth.
Without realizing, I began to thrust my hips, causing my cock to drive into his mouth, as deep as possible. My body was shaking; sweat ran all over my body; and my breath was becoming shorter and shorter. It felt like lust was taking over me and I couldn't control my body anymore.
As he felt my body became more tense, his tongue was becoming wilder and crazier.
"OH... NO... NO... RANDALL... I'M GOING TO..."
Just as I was about to reach the point of no return, he did something evil. He withdrew his head from my cock, stopping the stimulation, not letting me cum.
"OH SHIT! SHIT! RANDALL! NO NO NO! DON'T DO THIS TO ME!" I screamed in frustration at him. I bucking my hip back and forth, humping the air.
"It's already clean." He looked up to me, flashing a big grin.
It was really driving me crazy. Since I couldn't hold it anymore, I tried to jerk it with my hand. But before I could reach my cock, he grabbed both of my arms.
"Don't touch it, It's still wet." Randall said as he held my wrists tightly.
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" I yelled as I continued to hump the air. It felt like my brain wanted to explode. My body was squirming non-stop and I kept begging Randall to let me cum. But he just kneeled, holding my wrists, doing nothing.
After a while upon calming down, I regained control of myself again, and he let go of my wrists. "Don't touch it okay? I already cleaned it and your hands are dirty." He said to me as pointed at my throbbing cock. "Now turn around."
He turned me around so that now my back was facing him. I looked into the mirror at my left and saw that there was actually a lot of syrup around my lower back and my ass. "Now let's continue."
He grabbed my hip, and continued his duty, beginning at my lower back. He ran his tongue again all over it before eventually moving to my ass.
He gave my right asscheek a couple of gentle lick before he suddenly got up.
Just like with my thigh, he started off at the side of my asscheek; gliding his tongue from the bottom to the top; before slowly licking his way back into my crack. He did this to both of my asscheeks and he was clearly enjoying what he was doing. He was performing the cleansing with passion. doing it so passionately. I looked at the mirror and saw his 8.5 inches hard dong slipping out from his jockstrap. I gulped.
After he was done with my asscheek, his attention turned to my crack.
"Now, the last area," he said as he pushed my cheeks open, exposing my pink cunt. I could feel his warm breath against my hole, making it twitch non-stop.
"There's a lot of syrup in here," as he stated as he inspected my hole. Then, he dived into my hole with his nose and took a deep breath. "Hmm. Smells really sweet. Definitely a lot of syrup."
He then proceeded to lick my hole really slowly. Tasting the combination of sweat and syrup there as he savored the flavor. Gradually his lick became faster and faster. His tongue was dancing and swirling all over my crack. It was one of the most amazing things I've ever experienced! He definitely knew what he was doing.
After he was satisfied, he moved his attention to my aching 'cunt'. He shoved his head into my ass again; swirled his tongue around the rim before eventually stabbing into my anus with his tongue. I immidiately jumped as soon as his tongue invaded my asshole.
"Seems like a lot of syrup inside, so I need to clean it out thoroughly." He stopped for moment and explained to me before eventually shoving his tongue into my ass again. This was definitely a lie.
He continued to dig deeper. Shoving his tongue as far as he could. Then, he eventually started to move his tongue like crazy, slurping my 'cunt' hungrily. Fuck, he was really good with his tongue!
"OOHH RANDALL!" I was weak. I never felt anything like this before.
After a while, he stopped.
"Now let's see if it's really clean," he said as I felt a big finger poking at my aching hole. "It's gonna hurt a little." He added as he slowly inserting his big middle finger into my ass. He proceeded to push deeper and deeper until eventually my hole was swallowing his entire middle finger.
"Hmmm, feels sticky in here." He said before he pulled his finger out. I looked at mirror on my left and saw him putting his middle finger into his mouth. He sucked his finger as he closed his eyes, enjoying the taste. "Mmmm. Fucking sweet. Definitely not clean enough. Still have a lot of syrup inside."
"Ah yes Randall, I can feel the syrup deep inside. " Lust has taken over my mind. I couldn't think straight anymore.
"My tongue can't get deeper unfortunately."
"Oohh Please Randall. Please help me clean my ass. I don't want it to feel sticky inside. Please!" At this point, I just wanted him to make me feel good. To bring back all the pleasure he gave me before.
"Well, I do have a solution." He said as he stood up, I looked at the mirror again and saw him spitting in his hand and rubbed it all over his hard 8.5 inches prick. I smiled at the sight.
"Get down on all four." He commanded. Without hesitation, I immediately dropped to the floor.
"You ready?" He said as continued to jerk his cock and covering it with his own spit.
I just nodded, couldn't say anything, overwhelmed with anticipation.
Then, I felt the tip of his prick touching the edge of my tight mancunt, making it twitched crazily. "Ready for some deep cleaning?"
I nodded again.
He slowly slid his prick into my ass, making it stretched. My sphincter was twitching non-stop, clenching his cock.
"Oh shit." I could hear him whispering to himself as he pushed his cock deeper and deeper into my hungry hole.
"Oh yeah, Randall. Push it. The syrup was DEEP inside." I finally spoke, arching my back, surrendering my ass to him.
He stopped as my hole was finally engulfing his cock and gave my back another gentle lick. "Now, let's get started."
Then, he slowly pulled his cock and slammed it back in. In-and-out, in-and-out in a steady rythm. "Fuck yeah! Your ass is gonna be incredibly clean after we're done. Ooohhhh."
The friction between his thick prick along the lining of my hole was so intense. I couldn't think of anything beside the pleasure that his cock gave me. I didn't want him to stop. I want more. So I arched my back, pushed my pelvis backward towards his cock, and increased the speed of the the rtythm.
"Ooohhh... Clean my ass Randall... Clean my ass with your huge cock... Aaahh..." I moaned as he increased the speed of his thrust.
I was lost in ecstasy. My face was down on the floor, my eyes were tightly shut, and I was panting like a bitch in heat. He was fucking me REAL good! This stud really knew how to fuck!
Then he suddenly pulled his cock from out of ass.
"Oh no! Randall! It's not clean yet! Please! Don't stop! Please!" I begged him,
"I'm not done with you yet. I know it's still not clean. I just want to clean different spot inside your ass. So, lay on your back!" he commanded. Without any question I laid on my back on the dirty wooden floor.
I finally could see his face again. Just like mine, his body was entirely covered in sweat. He looks so sexy, hot, and cute at the same time.
He put both of my legs on his shoulder to get better access to my ass. He used his right hand to line his cock with my hungry hole and grabbed my left thigh with his left hand. Without warning, he pulled my thigh with his strong hand causing his 8.5 inches cock to slide entirely into my ass in one sudden motion.
"OH FFUCCKK!" I screamed in agony, for the second time, my ass was impaled with a huge cock in a sudden move.
But it seems like it didn't bother Randall. Like a person in a trance, he continued to fuck my ass senselessly. This time, instead of thrusting his hips, he was pulling my hips towards him over and over again, shaking my whole body.
Of course, the pain quickly switched into pleasure as his cock was bringing back the intense enjoyment.
"Oh fuck! Ooohh... Clean my nerd ass... Aaahh... With your huge cock, Randall... ooohh.... Your huge lacrosse cock... Mmm..." I started to moan he continue fucking my ass like a maniac.
Then, he stopped again. Without pulling his cock out, he moved into a push-up position. He grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his hard sweaty body before pinning my wrists with both of his hand on top of my head. His face was only a couple inches from mine so I could see his sexy face perfectly.
He slowly moving his prick in-and-out of my ass, but changed his pace really quickly. His thrust was becoming faster and faster. He was fucking me like a madman. He continued to speed up his thrust until he reached his full speed. At this point, he was fucking me like a jackhammer. Maybe his cock was the smallest of my three roommates, but he definitely knew what he was doing with it.
The feeling was really overwhelming. My cock was leaking pre-cum non-stop, pooling on my smooth stomach. Our position is also making it worse. Since he was in push-up position on top of me, my cock was sandwiched between my belly and his smooth hard 8 pack abs which constantly rubbed it as he moved his hips. So, the pleasure his cock created, the constant hitting of my prostate, and his hard abs rubbing against my cock was too much for me to handle.
Suddenly, my breath became short and my whole body became tense.
"R-Randall... I... I'm... CUMMING!! OOHHHH" 6 Ropes of cum was splurting from my cock like a water gun. As I was cumming, my ass was clenching hard around his huge prick as he continued jackhammering my ass, and this was apparently also too much for him to handle. As soon as I finished shooting buckets of cum all over our face and chest, it was his turn.
"OH ALEX!!! FUUCCKKKKK" I could feel his cock spasming as it filled my ass with his man-juice. I felt really warm and full inside.
We were both didn't move for a moment, panting as he stayed on top of me. His eyes was locked on my eyes.
Then, he finally pulled his cock out of my ass and I could feel his cum was trickling to the floor. He inspected my ass again before shoving his middle finger inside my cum filled hole.
"Aaaahh" I softly moan as I didn't really have energy anymore.
He immidiately pulled his finger out and put it in his mouth, tasting it.
"Yep, It's really clean," he said before collapsing onto the floor besides me.
**
After we showered, I helped Randall clean up the mess I made in his room -The syrup and the cum. We cleaned up the cum first before eventually moving on to the syrup.
"So, should we lick the floor?" I asked Randall, jokingly.
"No. Wait a second." He answered as he bolted out of the room. He came back a moment later with a mop and a bucket of warm water. "Just use this."
"You sure? You said it yourself it's not going to completely washed away and it will still make the floor sticky."
Then, without saying a word, he proceeded to dunk the mop in the water and wiped the syrup clean.
I squinted my eyes at him and decided to tap the area he just wiped with my feet. Surprise, surprise. it was spotlessly clean and not sticky at all.
I turned my attention back to him and a wide grin was forming on his face.
"God-damn it, Randall!"