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Sleazy Stud - Part 1 by Rim4you
Chapter 1
"Damn!" I hollered, slamming my locker shut after football practice. "Coach is right. If I don't get my act together, I'll spend the season on the bench."
The lockeroom was quickly filling up with the whoops and shouts of the guys on the team heading towards the showers. I just wanted to get the hell out of there fast.
"Don't take it so personal, Adam."
I looked up, startled, to see Brad standing beside my locker. A towel was slung over his shoulder. Aside from that, he was stark naked. Sweat dripped from the wavy ringlets of his hair onto his broad shoulders and ran down his chisled chest towards a mat of thick pubic hair from which hung a long, veiny, thick cock and a nut sack that swayed practically to mid thigh.
Hunched over on the bench facing my locker, I was practically at eye level with Brad's prized package. In my frustration with all the mistakes I had made out on the practice field, I wanted to just soothe my wounds at that moment by burying my face into Brad's sweaty crotch and give him a blowjob, the likes of which he'd add another notch to his bedpost. Never mind that his crotch was dripping with cock and balls sweat. The way I was feeling at the moment, I'd take anything this college jock had to offer.
"That's easy for you to say, Brad." I replied, staring up over his taut stomach and into the most brilliant pair of baby blue eyes. "You've got it made in the shade. Football comes natural to you. For me, I love the game but I have to work hard at it."
"Hey!" Brad said, dropping his hand down onto my shoulder. "Don't be too hard on yourself. We all have days when things don't go right. Even me. How's about we take our minds off of football for awhile and go out for a couple of beers?"
"Yeah. That sounds like a great idea, Brad. I feel like getting fucked up!"
"Look on the bright side, Adam. It's Friday and we can both get fucked up and not have to worry about classes tomorrow."
"Did that ever stop us before, Brad?"
"Nope!" Adam replied, cocking his head back with a raucous laugh. Giving me a reassuring squeeze on my shoulder, Brad headed off towards the showers.
As he walked away I glanced at him. His ample, muscular asscheeks seemed to bounce with every step he took. With thoughts of what it would be like to bury my face in his sweaty ass and to smell and taste its ripe funkiness, I dropped my hand between my legs and gave my sweaty pouch a firm squeeze.
"Fuck!" I sighed. "To hell with the shower!"
Quickly changing from my uniform to street clothes, I bolted out of the lockeroom and headed back to the apartment I shared with Ted, a buddy of mine from back east.
Chapter 2
The apartment was empty. Popping open a beer I read a note Ted left for me on the kitchen table:
"Gone to Laguna Beach for the weekend with Joe and Brian. See ya Sunday."
"Hmmmmm!" I hummed. "Got the place to myself this weekend. Perhaps I can get Brad fucked up enough to land him in bed."
I chuckled to myself as I kicked off my sneakers and took a swig of beer and headed towards the livingroom. Pulling off my t-shirt, I plopped down on the couch and snapped on the television.
Finding nothing worth watching and feeling somewhat horny, I decided to pop a porn flick into the VCR, kick back with my beer and see whatever developed.
Seeing Brad naked earlier and his invitation to get fucked up, sent tingles up and down my dick. I'd been lusting for Brad for the longest time. But from all accounts, rumor had it that Brad was a notorious womanizer.
"Perhaps," I chuckled, inserting a tape into the VCR, "with the right set of lips wrapped around your cock, Brad, you'll change your mode of persuasion."
As I sat on the couch, guzzling my beer and watching the flick, I slid my hand down to my crotch and groped myself, kneading my stiffening cock and my balls churning with spooge.
Chapter 3
"Hello!" I practically barked into the phone.
"Adam. It's Brad."
"Hey, Brad." I replied. "What's up?"
There was a moment of silence. A long, drawn out pause, followed by a snicker.
"Jesus, Adam!" Brad said, breaking the silence. "What's all that moaning in the background? Did I catch you at a bad time? Interupt a good thing?"
"Don't I wish." I replied, turning down the volume on the television.
"You still up for a couple of beers?"
"Yeah. Hell, I've already started. Ted's gone to Laguna Beach for the weekend and ..."
"You got the place to yourself?"
"Yeah."
"So how's about I bring over some beer and ..."
"Get fucked up?"
"Yeah!"
"Sounds good by me, Brad. Get too fucked up and you can crash here."
"That's cool." Brad replied. "I'm getting a little tipsey here myself. I'll pick up some beer on the way over."
"I'll be here." I said.
"Around seven o'clock okay, Adam?"
"Oh yeah!" I replied, pulling my zipper down and pulling out my drooling cock.
"You sure I'm not interupting something?" Brad asked.
"Not at all." I replied, taking my dick into my hand, stroking it.
Chapter 4
At around seven o'clock I answered the knock at the door. Brad towered in the doorway. All six feet, three inches of him. A case of Icehouse tucked under his armpit and a glassy glaze in his eyes that told me that he'd already had a few or had smoked a joint before coming over.
The low, scooped neck of his tank top revealed the swirling hairs of his chest. Its snug fit showcased his sculpted chest and the obvious erect state of his nipples.
Almost brazenly, the effect of my fifth beer, I allowed my eyes to roam over the man standing before me, meeting his twinkling eyes with mine and boldly devouring him, inch by inch from that sparkle in his blue eyes, over his chest and down to the obvious bulge packed between his legs in the faded, thread-bare, worn out levis he had on. The outline of a thick, hefty tool, snaking down his left thigh was too obvious to miss notice.
It took every ounce of control, on my part, from sinking to my knees before the man I lusted for.
"Hey, buddy!" Brad said, once more clasping my shoulder in a firm squeeze like he had done earlier in the lockeroom. "You doing alright?"
"Yeah. Better." I replied, practically melting at his touch. "Come on in."
I stepped aside to allow Brad to enter and watched, lustily, as he passed by me, heading towards the kitchen, the full, ample mounds of his asscheeks so temptingly encased in his levis, bouncing only a stone's throw away from me.
"Fuck!" I muttered.
"Yeah, right!" Brad uttered. "Wish I were humping some tight, juicy hole round about now! Don't you?"
As Brad posed his question, his ample butt was staring me in the face as he bent over to put the case of beer into the refrigerator. My mind swirled with thoughts of dropping to my knees behind him and burying my face into those luscious, tempting mounds.
"Beer?" Brad asked, cocking his head over his shoulder, locking his gaze into mine.
"Yeah." I replied, swallowing hard.
Brad retrieved a beer. Popping it open, he stood up to his full height and handed it to me.
"If I didn't know any better," Brad said, "I'd say you were checking me out, Adam."
"Uh ... Brad!" I practacally gasped. "Whatever gave you that impression?"
"Cut the bullshit, Adam." Brad said, grinning from ear to ear. "I've noticed you looking at me."
As Brad handed me the beer, he rubbed his hand over his ass and squeezed out what I knew to be a ripe, juicy, wet fart. As if catching it in his hand, he held out his hand to me and slowly streatched out his fingers as if to release the pungent aroma.
"Wanna sniff?" Brad asked.
My lips trembled. My knees quaked and my nostrils quivered as the foul scent curled up my nose. As I curled my fingers around the hand extended towards me I slowly sunk to my knees on the kitchen floor.
"Oh yeah!" Brad sighed, tilting his head back and taking a deep guzzle of his beer as I grazed his ass with my face, sniffing the stench that his asshole just let escape. "Smell my stink, buddy! Sniff it!"
As I pressed my face more firmly against Brad's butt, I could hear, smell and feel through the material of his levis, another warm, wet, ripe, juicy blast.
"Aaahhh!" Brad sighed, arching his back and grinding his ass onto my face. "Smell it, man! I know you want it, Adam ... my stink."
"Fuck!" I moaned, dropping my beer and rubbing my face over Brad's butt.
A puddle of Icehouse pooled onto the floor wetting my knees. Reaching up I placed my hands on Brad's waist and jerked his ass onto my face. As I did so, Brad cut another ripe, juicy fart.
Sighing, he leaned against the refrigerator and spread his legs wide. As I pressed my face against what I knew to be the crack of his ass, I breathed deep of the funk that curled up my nostrils and perceived against my cheek, an obvious bulge filling the seat of his levis and a powerful, robust stench.
Sliding my hands from his waist to his full crotch, I felt the palms of my hands filling with a wam liquid that ran down my arms.
"Fuck!" I groaned, rubbing my face against Brad's ass as the warm, stinky sludge filled the seat of his levis. It's wetness grazed my lips.
"I'm a nasty fuck!" Brad hissed, reaching back with his hand. Curling his fingers through my hair, he pressed my face deeper into his funky butt. "Smell my stink, Adam! Fuck! Smell my shit!"
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