Straight High School Cock-Random Group-The Return of Cole

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Straight College Cock-Vince-Part II

Finally, Vince released my head and slowly pulled his still twitching cock out of my throat. His cock was wet and slimy, and a string of spit mixed with cum went from his cock slit to my mouth as he pulled away. I looked up at Vince, who was still wearing his sunglasses, and his face had no expression. His cock was still ¾ hard and he made no attempt to pull up his shorts and boxer briefs. I put my right hand on the top of the work bench to balance myself as I got up off my knees. I looked at Vince and he was still expression less. I looked at his cock again and it was in the same state. I wiped my mouth off with the back of my hand, and turned to walk out of the garage. “Where you going,” Vince finally spoke. “I haven’t nut since Celia left on Wednesday; that’s three days; I need to fuck…”


I was not expecting this. I wasn’t complaining, but I had to admit I was surprised Vince would be ready to go again. But when I looked down at his cock again, it had gone from ¾ hard to almost full-on. It was still wet from my spit and his cum, and was shiny in the light coming through the opened garage door.


Vince was still standing close to me, and it was easy for him to reach out and touch me. And that’s what he did. With his right hand he reach over, grabbed my waist and turned me around to face the work bench. With his hand still on my waist, Vince went up under my shirt to my belt. “unbuckle and pull ‘em down,” he said, “all the way.” I brought my hands up to my belt, unbuckled, unsnapped my shorts, and pulled them and my boxer briefs down. Once past my ass, my shorts fell easily to my ankles. “Get one leg out,” Vince said in a low voice, “and spread.” I pulled my right leg out of my shorts and boxer briefs, and spread my legs about a foot apart. “Wider,” Vince said, “spread wider.” I spread my legs another foot, then felt Vince’s hand push my upper body forward onto the work bench.


I heard movement behind me and soon felt Vince’s feet pushing against the inside of my own feet. I felt something lukewarm dripping on my ass, then felt Vince’s fingers run up and down my crack. I felt the dripping again, and realized it was his spit. I felt Vince’s feet slide up along mine, closer to the work bench, then felt the head of his cock against my ass. “Spread your ass,” Vince said, again in a low voice, “spread it so I can see your hole.” I moved my hands from the top of the work bench, put them on my ass cheeks, and spread them apart. My hole was now fully exposed to Vince, and I heard him let out a low groan.


I felt Vince put his cock head against my hole, then felt more spit. He ran the head of his swollen cock up and down my ass crack and couple of times, then put the head back against my hole. I heard Vince breath in deeply, then felt his head push into my hole. It was my turn to breath in deep, then I relaxed my hole around his engorged cock and my ass began to pull him in.


“Ahhhhhh fuuuuuck dude….,” Vince groaned out, “so fuckin’ tight….you’re fuckin’ pullin’ me in bro….what the fuuuck??” Vince was soon all the way in my ass, and I could feel his thick pubes brushing against my cheeks. He would pull out slowly, then my ass muscles would grip on to his thick shaft and pull him back in. Vince’s feet pushed against mine, making them go farther apart and spread my ass wider.


Vince moved his left hand to my head, pushed it to the side, and flat against the work bench. He placed his right hand on my shoulder and began to fuck my ass hard. All of Vince’s hard thick 8 inches was plowing deep into my hole, scraping roughly against my prostate. The scraping made my own hard cock leak a continual flow of pre-cum onto the garage floor. The work bench would shake and move with every hard thrust Vince made into my hole. I soon learned that Vince was the best kind of fucker; he fucked with his ass, not his whole body. Vince’s groans and my moans filled the entire garage, and I’m sure out into the driveway. I could hear noise coming from the street or the sidewalk, but didn’t really care who or what it was coming from.


I squeezed my ass muscles hard around Vince’s cock, forcing him to push in harder. “Fuuuck dude….what the fuuuck…how are you so fuckin’ tight….,” Vince would groan out as my ass squeezed harder around his swollen shaft. Vince’s hands were still on my head and shoulders, pushing down hard as he abused my ass over and over.


My hands were on the edge of the work bench for support as Vince plowed in harder and deeper. My legs were spread wide as he pistoned in and out. I took my right hand and moved it down to my own hard leaking cock. With just one stroke the pre-cum flowed out even harder, leaving a heavy pool on the garage floor. I’ve always been able to cum without touching myself while getting fucked, and I knew today would be no exception. I moved my hand from my cock, reached down lower, found Vince’s heavy hairy balls and began to rub. I rubbed his full balls and with my middle finger rubbed against the sweet spot just under his balls.


“FUUUUCK….WHA….WHAT….,” Vince almost yelled out. Vince’s pre-cum was leaking out of my hole and down to his balls, making them slick and wet. I continued to rub, then moved to hand up higher to the base of his cock. I placed my hand flat against the top of his balls and the base of his hard cock, feeling it going in and out of my hole. This was almost too much for Vince to take. “AHHHHH FUUUUUCK BRO…YOU LIKE FEELIN’ MY BIG COCK GOIN’ IN YOUR TIGHT HOLE…., “he groaned out, “FUCK YEA YOU DO….FUUUUCK YESSSSS…”


I kept my hand where it was, alternating between rubbing Vince’s tight balls and squeezing his shaft. This action made his cock grow harder and him fuck more aggressively. Over and over Vince pounded my used hole, making me move farther onto the work bench. Vince would pull me back closer to him with his hands, but after only a few fucks I would be in the same place again. Finally, I moved my hand from his balls and cock and braced myself again against the edge of the bench.


Vince’s fucking was getting slower and harder and I knew he was about to shoot. His groans were deeper and his verbal assaults was more frequent. Vince slowed down to a few hard thrusts, gripping my shoulder tight and pushing my head down hard. “I’M…..GONNA….FUCKIN’…..KNOCK….YOU….UP….,” he groaned out through clenched teeth. Vince pushed in hard one last time and held his cock in. “AHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUCK,” he yelled, “FUUUUUUUUCK….” Vince’s cock exploded for the second time in an hour, sending his straight seed bouncing off the walls of my hole to deep inside me. I could feel his legs shaking as he unloaded over and over again. I moved my right hand down to his balls again, and they were hard and tight against his body. Vince’s shaft was pulsing and throbbing as his seed shot into me. I kept my hand there and soon felt an overflow of cum run out of my hole, onto his shaft, and down to his balls. I kept rubbing, and Vince kept sending more jizz into me. The feel of Vince unloading into me sent my own cock into eruption. Without touching myself, my balls emptied seven shots under the work bench and onto the wall behind it.


Finally, Vince stopped pumping. His breathing was hard and short and he moved his hands from my head and shoulder and placed them on the work bench for support. Vince’s cock was still deep inside me, but I could tell his hardness was starting to go down. He stepped back a little, and I felt his cock pull out of my ass with an audible sound. Without even pushing, the excess cum Vince had dumped into me flowed out of my hole onto the garage floor. I stayed bent over the work bench, and heard Vince rustling with his shorts behind me. I pushed myself up and stepped back. I looked down at the garage floor, beneath where I’d just been fucked, and saw an area of pre-jizz and cum 6-7 inches around. I pulled my boxer briefs and shorts up, and buckled my belt. I turned around to look at Vince, and saw he was back by his mower, pushing it closer into the garage. He didn’t say a word as he parked the mower and began walking toward the door, into the house. Vince opened the door and started to go inside. About half way in, he turned around and looked at me, his sunglasses still covering his eyes. Not saying a word, Vince looked at me, smirked again, and closed the door behind him.

Straight High School Cock--Number 6

One of the things I truly enjoy is the hunt. Finding a straight guy and manipulating him to the point where he can’t wait for me to get on his cock. This is usually a long process and patience is a must. It can take weeks, and in a few instances, months for this to happen. However, sometimes it only takes a few hours. This is one such story.



We were down one run but it was only the bottom of the fifth so we still had a chance. Sports in a small town is an essential part of growing up. And if you played sports, you were golden. And in the town I grew up in, if you played baseball you were kings. So far we were undefeated for the season. Our biggest competition was the Wildcats, a high school team about 45 miles away. Six teams were scheduled to play that day, and it was customary for the teams to watch all the games. Our team and the Wildcats were the first teams to play. Playing first base, I had a perfect view of the game. And of the players on the Wildcats team.



Number 6 had caught my eye since I saw the team walk into their dugout. He had that swagger that was a mixture of being cocky and self-assured while carrying around a big dick. However, an inspection of his crotch didn’t relay the same message. Number 6 was tall and thin and his black hair underneath his baseball cap stood out in contrast against the bright gold color of his cap. I could tell he was popular because his teammates were constantly talking to him and slapping him on the shoulder or on the back.



We took to the field first and easily eliminated the first two batters. The third batter scored a double. Then Number 6 came up. He hit the ball to our shortstop. He fumbled the ball and threw it to me too late. Number 6 was safe at first. This gave me a prime opportunity to get a close-up look. The first thing I noticed was his smirk. I’d seen it before and knew it well. Total top of the heap jock who all the guys wanted as their best friend, and all the girls wanted as their boyfriend. Then his eyes. Even though the bill of his cap was pulled down almost covering them, I could still see their blueness. A sharp vivid blue that was easily detectable through the shading of the bill.

At his time on first base, Number 6 noticed I was looking at him, and his smirk became more obvious. Then their next batter hit a pop-up and the Wildcats were out. When they took to the field, Number 6 went to his position; first base. Interesting. When I came up to bat I hit a single. I would single four more times during the game, each time giving me an opportunity to get a closer look at Number 6. And each time he saw me looking.



We didn’t score any runs in the fifth or sixth innings, and we were still down by one. At the top of the seventh inning, with two outs, I hit a double which brought a runner home. Now we were tied. Our next batter struck out. We held the Wildcats off and struck out their first two batters. Then Number 6 came up. It was a full count and we were prepared to go into extra innings. The pitch, the hit, and my team watched as Number 6’s ball sailed easily over the right field fence. The Wildcats had won by one run. As he slowly rounded first base, Number 6 looked directly at me. “Hehe,” I heard him say as he passed me. I followed him with my eyes, and before he rounded second he turned and looked at me. He did the same as he rounded third and headed home.

　

It’d become routine for me and my best friend Matt to get together after every game. Whether it was in the bathrooms at the other team’s field or in our trucks at a home game, we both looked forward to him shoving his cock down my throat for a quick blow. The build up to these after-game blows was intense, and it usually didn’t take Matt long to shoot his load down my throat. Today was no exception. When our game was over, Matt and I walked to a set of bathrooms a couple of fields away from where we had played. This was usually our game plan because we didn’t want to use a bathroom close to where we played to lower the risk of getting caught. And since no games were being played at the field next to these bathrooms, it was a pretty sure bet.



Matt followed me in and I walked to the last stall. As soon as he’d closed and locked the stall door Matt pushed me down to my knees. “Fuck Sam,” he said almost growling, “get on it dude.” I pulled Matt’s baseball pants and boxer briefs down quickly and saw that his hard cock had pushed his cup way out. I pulled the cup down and his thick rod slapped under my chin. Matt was leaking fiercely and there was a string of pre-cum going from his cock head to the inside of his cup. I broke the string with my tongue, opened my mouth, and Matt shoved his hard cock balls deep into my throat.



“Fuuuck yesss,” Matt groaned as the underside of his cock slide the length of my tongue and down my throat. “Fuuucckk yesssss!” With both his hands on my head, Matt pushed into my throat with slow even fucks. He was always blue steel hard after a game, which made his throat fucks even easier. He seemed harder today though with more pre-cum than usual, so I knew he wouldn’t last long. It seemed like we’d just got started, when Matt’s cock got harder and grew thicker in my mouth. He gripped my head tight and his thrusts got quick and hard. “Fuck I can’t hold it Sam,” he groaned through clenched teeth. “I can’t fuckin’ hold it….” As soon as he got the last word out I felt the first shot of his hot wet load hit the back of my throat. Matt gripped my head tighter with his hands, shoved his hard shooting cock as far as he could into my throat, and held it there while he fired off four more explosive shots. I swallowed quickly as the loads slid down my throat, wishing he hadn’t cum so quickly. Matt began to pull his half hard cock from my throat, and I wrapped my tongue around the shaft to clean it on the way out. He groaned again as the last drops of his load dropped onto my tongue.



We quickly got ourselves “together,” and Matt opened the stall door and walked out into the bathroom. “I have to piss,” I yelled to him, “I’ll catch up with you.” Matt didn’t reply, but I heard the bathroom door close on his way out. I also heard a noise after the door closed.



I finished pissing, buttoned up, opened the stall door and walked out into the bathroom. That’s when I saw him leaning against the sinks, legs crossed at his ankles, and arms folded across his chest; Number 6. Number 6 and his smirk.

“What’s up 18?” he said, alluding to my team number on the back of my jersey. “Not much,” I said, kind of in shock that he was standing there. “Just takin’ a piss after the game.” “Takin’ a piss?,” he smirked looking right at me. “Takin’ a piss an takin’ your bud’s dick!,” laughing when he said it. “I figured you were a fag when you were checkin’ me out on the field…then I follow you in here and find you slurpin’ down a dick!” “I’m not a fag,” I said back to him, “I just…” “Then what you doing in here with a mouthful of dick?,” he said, cutting me off. Before I could answer, I watched as Number 6 uncrossed his arms and moved his right hand to grab his crotch. “If a mouthful of dick is what you want,” he said still holding his junk, “then I got more than a mouthful right here for you.”

I figured Number 6 was enjoying himself, thinking he was playing with me. Now it was time to play with him a little. 


“Thanks for the offer,” I said to him, “but I don’t do gay guys…” Number 6’s smirk immediately disappeared when I said this, and he shot straight off the counter to stand upright. “I ain’t no fag,” he said through almost clenched teeth, “ I get more pussy than a fuckin’ porn star!” “If you get so much pussy,” I shot back, “then why you in here wantin’ me to suck your dick?” He was silent for a little bit and had a quizzed look on his face. “Cause winning a game always gets me going,” he finally said, “and my girl didn’t come today…so I guess that leaves you…” The smirk returned to his face as he reached down and began rubbing his crotch. I just stood and watched, and his hand went up and unsnapped his uniform pants. I continued watching as he worked the zipper down then put his hand inside his jock cup. “I got a lot of meat here,” he said as he leaned against the sinks and his hand moved around inside his cup. I finally looked up at his face and his eyes were intense, but the rest of his face was expressionless. “Yeah?,” I asked slowly. “Yeah,” he said, drawing the word out, “a lot…”



I walked over to Number 6 and was about to get on my knees when I realized where we were. “Wait,” I said, “we need to go somewhere else…I don’t wanna get caught.” “No worries,” he said as he put a hand on my shoulder and pushed me down, “I locked the door when I came in.”



Once on my knees, I put my hands on the waist band of Number 6’s uniform pants and jock and pulled down. The trail that led to his pubes was thick and curly. I continued to pull down and his full dark brown pubes were exposed. Hairy guys like that are such a turn-on for me and I moved one hand over to run through it. Above me I could hear Number 6 suck in air. I moved my hand back to the waist bands and continued to pull down. The base of his cock appeared, thick and almost hidden by his pubes. I pulled farther and more of his shaft became exposed. It continued to be thick and I could see it was throbbing a little. I pulled farther, thinking the ridge around his cock head would be exposed, but it wasn’t; only more of his thick hard shaft. By now I had a good 8 inches of his fat shaft exposed and still no cock head. I pulled down about another 2 inches, and his head finally popped out. Amazed, I leaned back to look at it. 10 full inches of hard cock surrounded at its base by pubes that were thick and dark brown. “Goddamn,” I said, barely above a whisper, “goddamn.” Number 6’s smirk was audible this time, followed by a short laugh. “I told you I had a lot of meat…”



Number 6’s cock was angled away from his body. Not 45 degrees, but in between. I bent my head down, opened my mouth and took the swollen head in. The head was the size of a small plum and filled my mouth. I ran my tongue underneath his head, where the ridge meets and it’s most sensitive. He moaned loudly and I felt pre-cum leak out and fall on the back of my tongue. “Fuck yea 18,” he moaned, “fuuuck yea…” I let my mouth get adjusted to the thickness of his cock head and his shaft below, then I slowly took more in. His pre-cummed head hit the back of my throat and began to slide down. “Ahhhh fuck 18,” he moaned, “keep going…” Number 6’s hand came up to the back of head and began pushing it down. I took a large breath of air, opened up my throat, and let him push in. “Jesus FUCK,” he moaned louder as his hard cock worked its way down my throat, “FUUUCK.’



With Number 6’s cock about ¾ of the way down my throat he stopped and began pulling it out. His other hand was now on my head and when his cock head reached the back of my throat he pushed back in. The thickness of Number 6’s cock made it almost impossible for me to do anything besides let him fuck my throat. So for about 5 minutes that’s what he did. With my head gripped tight by his hands, Number 6 fucked his hard thick 10 inch cock in and out of my throat. Then he stopped. Confused, I looked up at him. He was looking right at me, his eyes intense again. “Enough of your throat,” he said, his voice low and hard, “I want your cunt.”



I don’t usually let guys fuck me. I don’t have anything against it, I just usually prefer they use my mouth instead of my ass. And Number 6 was big. Real big. “I dunno,” I said, “you’re really big.” “Yeah I am,” he said with a big smile on his face, “I’ll show ya how easy 6 goes into 18!” Soon as he said it Number 6 put his hands under my arm pits and lifted me up, and immediately turned me around so I was facing the mirrors above the sink. His hands moved quickly as he reached up and pulled my uniform pants and jock down to my knees. With his foot, Number 6 reached up between my legs and pushed my pants and jock down to my ankles, then spread my legs as far as he could. I could feel his cock push against my ass as he reached toward the sinks and squirted some hand soap into his hand. I could hear him rubbing the soap on his cock, then heard him say, “spread your cheeks and open that cunt for me…”



With both hands I reached behind me, grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them apart. I was kind of nervous doing it because I didn’t have anything to brace myself with in case Number 6 decided to push in right away. I had reason to be nervous. I felt Number 6 slide his cock once up and down my crack, felt his plum-size head at my hole, then felt him push in. Hard.

The force of his first fuck brought my feet up to their toes. I immediately moved my hands from my ass to the top of the sink counter so I could brace myself. “FUUUUCK,” Number 6 moaned loudly as he pushed almost all the way in. “That’s a tight fuckin’ cunt you got 18!” My arms were locked bracing myself as Number 6 pulled out then pushed back in hard. I felt his hard thick shaft deep in my gut as I tilted my head back and moaned loudly. “Fuck that feels so good, man,” I moaned as Number 6’s fat cock assaulted my hole. I felt his hands move from my waist to the top of my shoulders as Number 6 picked up speed to split my ass even wider. I looked in the mirror and saw me in my ball cap and jersey with “18” on it, and him behind me in his cap and jersey with “6” holding my shoulders fucking me hard.



As Number 6 continued to pound my hole, I could feel his hard cock scrape across my prostate almost sending me over the edge. This action had caused my own cock to leak out a huge puddle of pre-cum onto the top of the sink counter. With every hard fuck I got from Number 6 my cock would slide through the pre-cum and ooze out more. Number 6’s fucks were now hard and short and I could tell we were both close to blowing our load. But I was going to get there first. I knew I was going to cum hands free because I didn’t want to unbrace myself. My words were short and almost breathless as Number 6 continued to pound and I told him I was about to shoot. “Fuck…dude…I’m…gonna…cum…” This made him fuck in harder and on his fourth hard thrust I blew. “FUUUUCK DUUUDE,” I yelled as my load shot out of my cock coating the section of the counter where I was getting bred. I felt my hole grab tight around Number 6’s thick cock and with each of my five shots he moaned louder. “Fuuuck 18,” he moaned, “you’re squeezing my dick so hard…” “so hard I’m gonna…” And then he unloaded. “FUUUUUCK….TAKE MY FUCKIN LOAD BITCH….”



I could feel Number 6’s shaft get thicker, stretching my hole even more. I felt his load shoot out of his cock head and hit the deep walls of my ass. He stopped fucking for a few seconds, then picked up hard and fast sending more of his breeder load into me. “awwwww fuck….fuck….fuck….,” Number 6 kept saying over and over until his balls were drained of their load.



Exhausted, I leaned my body over the sink counter and felt the cool wetness of my load cover my stomach. Number 6 kept his cock in me for a couple minutes, then I felt him pull out. I was too exhausted to really move, so I stayed in that position and heard him rustling with his clothes. I finally moved my arms, lifted myself off the counter and turned around. Number 6 was almost to the door and my pants and jock were still around my ankles. I quickly pulled them up as I watched him reach up and unlock the bathroom door. Number 6 pulled the door open, then stopped and turned and looked at me. The smirk he had was gone and there was a smile instead. “I told you 6 goes into 18 real easy,” he said. “Yeah, real easy.”

　

Straight High School Cock--Matt

I’ve known Matt Campbell since Kindergarten, and we’ve been best friends since third grade. Matt and I do everything together. Yes, everything. Although Ben, my sister’s boyfriend, was the first guy to shove a cock down my throat, Matt was the first to shove one up my ass. Matt and I started jacking off together in sixth grade, watching a straight porn tape he’d snatched from his dad’s night stand. The day after I jacked Ben off in the back of his Range Rover, I told Matt. That afternoon I jacked off Matt in the furnace room of his parent’s basement. The day after I sucked Ben’s cock at the baseball field, I told Matt. That night I sucked Matt’s cock in our tree house “fort” in my backyard. He never did anything to me, but I was cool with that because that’s not what I wanted. Besides, Matt was always more than willing for me to do things to him. Matt knew that I liked girls too, and he knew that everything I did to him was “just between us, right…”

Matt was four months older than me, so he got his driver’s license first. We both had girlfriends, and Matt would borrow his dad’s dual-cab Chevy truck and we’d go on double dates. I always got farther with Staci, my girlfriend, than Matt did with his. While I was playing with Staci’s boobs and rubbing her crotch through her clothes in the back cab, Celia would barely let Matt get his tongue in her mouth, in the front. At the end of the night, after we’d drop the girls off at home, Matt and I would head out to the lake and he’d bury his cock down my throat. In private, Matt teased me some about being able to take a cock all the way down, calling me a “born cocksucker.” I could never understand why Celia wouldn’t give in to Matt, because he was definitely a looker. Matt was about 6’, dark brown, almost black, hair, and steel blue eyes. Matt’s cock was a little above average, about 7 ½, and around 6 ½ around. Because of me, Matt learned how to feed somebody his cock and not blow too soon. And also because of me, Matt learned that a dude’s ass was much tighter than a girl’s pussy.

I have learned three things in the short time span of my experiences. #1. If a straight guy’s horny enough, he’ll let another dude suck his dick. #2. The guys that can truly fuck, whether its a mouth, a throat, or an ass, are the guys who have rhythm. If you don’t have rhythm, you might as well pack it up and jack off the rest of your life because nobody will want you to fuck them. #3. If you fuck with your body, you’re as doomed as if you have no rhythm. If you fuck with your body, you’re not really fucking; all you’re doing is jabbing your dick into a hole. To really fuck, you have to fuck with your hips.

It was a Saturday night, and Matt’s parents anniversary. They were going to be out late, and their dog was sick, and they wanted Matt to stay home and keep an eye on her. Matt asked me if I wanted to come over and hang out, so I didn’t make plans with Staci. His parents hadn’t been gone thirty minutes, when Matt went upstairs. He came down a few minutes later carrying two DVD’s. They were porn. “Fresh from the studio,” he said smiling. Matt and I were so comfortable with each other, we automatically started rubbing our crotches when the movie got into full swing. By the second scene, we had our dicks out and were slow jacking. Matt would catch me looking at his dick, and he’d grin real big. “Not to worry, dude,” he’d say, “you’ll get it…” By the end of the second scene, Matt’s mood had changed. “Ahhh fuck!,” he suddenly said, “I’m gonna die a fucking virgin dude!” I looked over at Matt and laughed. “First of all,” I said, “you’re only 16.” “Second of all,” I went on, “you get your dick sucked on a regular basis….so I don’t think you technically classify as a virgin.” “Dude, you know you got an awesome throat,” he said back to me, “but I wanna fuck…ya know?” I could tell Matt was frustrated. He knew that a couple weeks before Staci had let me fuck her for the first time. Matt hadn’t gotten any further with Celia, and he was jealous.

The third scene of the movie was a chick getting ass-fucked. Matt and I had started jacking our dicks again, and both of us were leaking good. “Man,” Matt suddenly said in a low voice, “I’d even settle for an ass to tap…” I stopped jacking my dick and crawled over between Matt’s legs. I wrapped the top part of his shaft around my hand, and as I slid downward he removed his. With my hand now at his cock base, I took a deep breath, and swallowed his cock down to its base. Matt let out a deep sigh, and spread his legs out on either side of me. Instinctively, his hands went to my head, and he rubbed it while I released, then swallowed again his hard rod. Both Matt and I had learned how to hold off his orgasm for as long as possible. For the next 15-20 minutes, I worked over Matt’s hard cock while he slowly fucked it down my throat.

I knew that Matt was down and I knew he was frustrated. I wanted to make my best friend feel good. I had never had anything in my ass before, not even my own finger, but I made the decision I was going to let Matt fuck me.

I pulled my mouth off Matt’s cock, got up, and told him I was going to the bathroom. In the bathroom, I looked in the drawers and found a tube of hand lotion. When I was younger and first started jacking off, I’d used lotion as a lube, so I figure it could work as one now. I squeezed out some lotion on my fingers, then ran my fingers around, and into, my hole. Then, I put the tube in the pocket of my shorts and went back in the family room. Matt was slowly jacking his cock, watching the movie. I had to admit, holding his hard curved cock in his hand made me want it real bad. I walked over to the sofa and sat down next to Matt. I took the lotion out of my pocket and put it between the cushions, on the opposite side of Matt. I unbuttoned my shorts, unzipped, and pulled them off. Matt glanced over at me with a puzzled look on his face. Then I grabbed the waistband of my boxer briefs, pulled them down, and kicked them off with my foot. Matt looked over at me again. “Dude,” he grinned, “nothing like getting comfortable…” “Stand up and take your shorts off,” I told him. Matt looked at me, shrugged his shoulders, and said, “Aight.” He got up and started to unbutton. “No,” I told him, “in front of me.” “Dude, your so serious,” he grinned at me again. Matt stood in front of me, unbuttoned, unzipped, pushed his shorts to his ankles, and stepped out of them. His cock was sticking through the slit in his dark gray boxer briefs, dripping pre-cum. “Now those,” I said, pointing to his boxer briefs. “Aight, man,” Matt said, still grinning, as he pulled his cock through the slit, then slid his boxer briefs over his cock, and kicked them to the side. Matt walked closer to me, his hard cock lying against his stomach. I reached for his shaft with my left hand, pulled it down, and wrapped my fingers around it. Slowly, I pumped it a few times. Matt stood there with his legs slightly apart. With my right hand I got the tube of lotion from between the cushions, and opened it with my thumb. Matt’s hips had began to slow fuck my hand. I looked up at him, and Matt’s eyes were closed and his head slightly tilted back. I squeezed some lotion out onto my hand, spread it around, then brought it to Matt’s cock. Matt jumped a little and looked down when he felt my lotion-covered hand touch his cock. “Dude,” he said with a somewhat puzzled look on his face, “I got enough pre…I don’t need lotion…” “But,” I said looking into his steel blue eyes, “you’re gonna need the lotion when you fuck me.”

“WHAT???” Matt almost yelled. The puzzled look on his face had changed to a look of shock. “Dude….,” he said, this time in a lower voice, “are you sure…” I looked up at him, his cock still in my hand. “Just get down here,” I said, “before I change my mind…” I took my hand off Matt’s cock, scooted down and out on the sofa, grabbed my shins, and put my feet on the cushion. “Besides,” I added with a half-grin, “I don’t want you dyin’ a virgin…”

The sofa sat a little low to the ground, so when Matt got on his knees in front of me he hard cock was right in front of my hole. “Dude…if you’re sure….,” he said, somewhat nervously. “Just go slow,” I told him, “this is virgin territory for me too…” Matt took hold of the base of his cock, and I could feel the head against my hole. In spite of my ass being lotioned up, I could feel the wet stickiness of Matt’s pre-cum as his cock head touched me. Matt pushed a little, and I see his body shiver. It hurt, but I didn’t say anything to Matt. He pushed a little more, and the swollen head of his hard cock pushed through the ring of my ass. “FUCK!!” I yelled, as the pain seared though my ass. “Jesus fuck dude…I’m sorry!!!” Matt said as he started to pull out. “Don’t move!!” I almost yelled to him, “just leave it in and let me get use to it.” Matt froze, and I looked at him and he had a pitiful look on his face. “Sam, I’m so fuckin’ sorry man…” he said to me. “Dude, it’s ok,” I said to him, the pain now almost gone, “just go slow…”

With the head of his cock already in, Matt slowly began to push in with his hips. I held my breath and waited until half of Matt’s hard swollen cock was in my ass. It didn’t really hurt like I expected it too; I just felt really full. Matt loved it. “Ahhh…fuuuccckkk, Sam,” he groaned, “fuuuck …” Matt pulled out a little, then slid back in to the same spot. Over the next few minutes, Matt would push in slowly, pull out, then push back in. Every time he got to the same spot, his cock about half-way in, and couldn’t go any further. It was like he was hitting some kind of wall. But Matt didn’t seem to mind. His groans had increased, and he was getting into a good rhythm. “Fuck, this feels so fuckin’ good, Sam,” he’d groan, “Soooo fuckin’ good….”

I was enjoying the fuck too, but I was becoming distracted by the fact that Matt couldn’t get all the way in. If I was going to do this, I wasn’t going to be satisfied with just half of Matt’s cock in my ass. I didn’t want him to experience only half-fucking; I wanted him all the way in.

A few more minutes went by, and I decided to try something different. “What if,” I thought to myself, “the next time Matt pushes in, I push out…maybe that’ll work…” So the next time Matt slowly pushed his rigid cock in, I pushed out. Matt fucked in, hit the block for a split second, then pushed right past it. All of a sudden, Matt’s cock was buried balls deep in my ass, and I could feel his dark brown bush rubbing against the top side of my hole.

“AHHHH,” Matt groaned out, “Dude…what the fuck!?!?” Matt was so taken off guard by going so deep, he nearly lost his balance and fell forward against me. This pushed his hard cock in deeper, and it hit something at the back of my ass. The feeling of his cock scraping against something deep in my ass sent a shiver through my body and made my own cock rock hard. “FUCK, Matt,” I almost yelled, “what the fuck did you just hit, dude??” “Man, how the hell do I know,” he said with an almost pained look on his face and his cock still buried, “I’m new to this shit too….” “Fuck,” I said, starting to push Matt back a little, “whatever the hell it was…you gotta do it again!”

Some guys are born fuckers. They have the rhythm, the movement, and they instantly know what to do as soon as they get their cock in a hole. Matt was one of those guys. Matt leaned back, pulling his cock with him. He put his hands on the front of my shins, to steady himself, then slowly pushed all he way back in. Matt groaned low as his cock again went balls deep with one forward fuck. “Ohhhh yeah, dude,” he groaned, “fuck, that’s so tight…” Once again, as his hard cock hit the back of my ass, it scraped against something that sent me off. “Fuuccckkk, Matt,” I told him through gritted teeth, “right there dude….that’s it….right..fuckin’..there…!!”

My encouragement fueled Matt’s lust, and his cock seemed to grow longer and harder each time I groaned out the words. He moved his hands to my ankles, brought his knees up off the floor, and began hard fucking me. Matt pushed in strong and deep, and his swollen hard cock tore up the place in my ass that gave me such an awesome feeling. Matt let go of my ankles, and grabbed the back of the sofa, on either side of my head. Instinctively I put my legs around Matt’s ass, and each time he fucked in I pulled him in deeper. Neither of us said anything, but our grunts and our moans filled the room. I didn’t know how much longer Matt would be able to hold out, and I wanted to feel, with my hand, his cock invading my ass. With my legs still wrapped around his ass, pulling him in harder on each down-fuck, I moved my right hand under my ass, to where Matt’s cock was going in. With the palm of my hand I began rubbing the underside of his hard shaft, feeling it disappear away from my hand each time it plunged into my hole. I felt Matt’s hair balls slamming against my hand, and I moved my hand down to rub them. “Ahhhh, fuck Sam…” Matt moaned when I touched his balls, “you’re getting me close dude….” I moved my hand back to Matt’s waist, just as his fucking sped up. He was gripping the back of the sofa hard with his hands, and pounding me so hard my ass was lifting up off the cushion. Matt looked down at me, his blue eyes staring into my. His nostrils were flared and his mouth was partly open. Matt’s breathing was short and heavy. I could see the muscles in his arms and neck bulge and throb as he fucked me hard and deep.

Matt was still staring at me when he suddenly slowed his fucking. His mouth was open, but his teeth were clenched. He started to speed up, once again plowing deep into my gut. Matt’s eyes were fixed and his teeth still clenched, when he took three hard long fucks, and then exploded. “FUUUCCCKKKK….SAAAMMMMM…” he yelled through clenched teeth, “FFFUUUUCCCCKKKKK…..” Odd as it may sound, I could feel the jizz piston out of Matt’s cock and coat the walls of my ass. After his three initial hard fucks, Matt kept fucking, sending more and more spooge deep inside me. I had been ignoring my own cock, but the constant scrapping by Matt’s cock against whatever he was hitting in my ass, had exploded it without me even touching myself. My jizz had shot up onto Matt’s chest, and had dripped down onto my own.

Matt pulled his dripping cock out of my ass, and a suction sound, both from our fucking and from my cum on our chests, filled the room. Matt collapsed on the floor, and I slumped down on the sofa. We were both breathing hard, trying to catch our breath. After a few minutes, I looked at the television, and saw the movie had ended and started over. I looked down at Matt, and his eyes were closed. He had a big smile on his face. I leaned back on the sofa, and closed my eyes. “Dude,” Matt finally spoke, “I don’t even know how to fuckin’ describe that….” I didn’t say anything. A few minutes later, Matt crawled up on the sofa, and lay on the opposite side. My breathing had returned to normal, and I opened my eyes. I looked over at Matt, and he was looking at me. Then he looked down at his watch. “It’s only 10:30, Sam,” he said, his steel eyes staring at me and a big smile on his face, “you wanna do it again…” I looked at Matt’s cock and saw it was begin to harden. “Sure,” I said, smiling back at him, “if you think you can handle it….”

Straight High School Cock--Rudy Part II

From Part I

Rudy continued to rub my head as I sat back catching my breath.  My breathing returned to normal, and I looked up to see Rudy laying lifeless on the sofa.  I got to my feet and Rudy still had a huge grin on his face.  I was about to turn, when I felt his hand on my leg.  I turned to face him, and Rudy leaned in toward me.  As he brought his head closer, at first I thought he was going to kiss me.  I quickly turned my head to avoid it.  Instead, Rudy brought his mouth to my ear.  “Hey Sam,” he whispered to me, “I’m not through with you yet……”

What Rudy just said took me totally off-guard.  We had just had one of the most intense sessions I’d ever experienced, and now he was telling me there was more?  “Holy fuck,” I thought to myself, “how could this possibly get any better?”  Rudy and I were standing face-to-face, and he was staring right into my eyes again, the grin still on his face.  I felt his hands on my arms and he quickly turned me around and pushed me down onto the long sofa behind me.  Without saying anything, I felt Rudy move down to straddle me.  I felt his thick hard cock rub against my ass, and his hands were on my shoulders.  Rudy pushed his cock hard against, groaning with each push.  With each push, Rudy ground my own cock into the cushion of his sofa, covered by my shorts and boxer briefs.

Just as Rudy began the intense pumping against my ass, I heard a loud noise in the front part of the house.  “FUCK,” Rudy almost yelled, “it’s my fuckin’ parents…..”  He jumped off me, grabbed his clothes from the floor, and ran to the other room.  I was so disoriented by what was happening I could barely move.  When I finally did get my shit together I could hear Rudy talking to someone in the hallway, away from the living room.  I managed to gather my stuff and headed in their opposite direction to the kitchen.  I was about to sneak out the back door when Rudy met me in the kitchen.  “Damn dude,” he said smiling, “that was a close one.”  Rudy followed me to the door and grabbed my shoulder just as I was about to walk out.  I turned around and once again he bent his head toward me as if he were going to kiss me.  Again, I turned my head to avoid it, and again he brought his mouth to my ear.  “This ain‘t over,” Rudy growled into my ear, “not by a long shot…..”

I didn’t hear from Rudy for almost a week, so I figured we had just “hooked up,” and that was gonna be the end of it.  But, the last thing he’d said to me--”this ain’t over, not by a long shot”--kept running through my head.  About a week later, I got a text from Rudy asking me if I was going to be playing in the area-wide intramural games the coming Saturday.  I texted him back and answered yes.  About an hour later I got another text from Rudy.  “We’re gonna kick your ass bro….” was all it said.

Our match was scheduled last on Saturday, and I got to the field about 3:30.  I was pumped thinking about playing in a real match, and was excited to see who we were going to slaughter.  Me and some of my teammates were kicking the ball around when our captain called us over.  “Listen,” he said, “this team is from Albertson and they’re pretty good, but their mid-fielder is the one to watch out for.”  “He’s got great control of the ball and his passing skills are unbelievable; so watch him real close.”  “As always guys, just get the ball to Sam as much as you can and he’ll take it from there.”  I smiled when our captain said the last part.  They all knew I had great control of the ball too, and as a forward they knew I had scored many a goal from almost half-field.

It was time to start the match and we all ran out onto the field.  The other team soon followed us.  They were hooping, laughing, and doing chest bumps.  Obnoxious.  We all got into position, but they were missing a player.  There was no one between the forward and defender.  Their mid-fielder was gone.  About then I heard someone from their team yell:  “get out here man….you’re late!!”  I turned my head and saw someone running onto the field.  Someone who, the closer they got, the more familiar they looked.  He ran to the defender, did a chest bump, turned around, and took his place behind the forward.  It was Rudy.

As soon as Rudy saw me, the big grin came to his face.  He threw his head back, raised his arms into the air, did a couple of fist pumps, and yelled out “YESSS!!”  Then he raised his right had to his face, pointed his index and middle fingers to his eyes, then pointed them at me.  He was gonna be watching me the entire match, and figured it was the perfect way to psych me out.  What Rudy didn’t know about me is that I stay in control and don’t psych easily.  All of his efforts were in vain.  Both teams played a good match, and I kept my mind on the ball.  But, we lost the match by one point.  Like I said, both teams played a great match, but their main offense—Rudy, their mid-fielder--was just too intense.  The field, both players and fans, emptied out pretty quick.  I looked for Rudy, but didn’t see him anywhere.  I guessed he was probably gloating with his teammates on the way to their cars.  I stayed around a while longer, but still didn’t see him so I headed to my car.  The parking lot was empty except for three cars, one of them mine.  I didn’t recognize the other two.  They weren’t my teammates, so I figured they were from the other team.  And since I was the only one left at the field, I figured whoever drove them rode with other people and would come back for them later.  I was feeling really bummed.  I’m pretty competitive, and losing to Rudy’s team made it even worse.  “Fuck,” I thought to myself, “what a suck-ass day.”  Just them my phone beeped with a message.  It was Rudy.  “I told you this ain’t over Sam,” the message read, “….come straight ahead through the trees, then take a left….”

The message surprised me.  Not just because it was from Rudy, but because he was still somewhere on the field.  But where was he, and where was he telling me to go?  I was kind of nervous, but I did as the text told me.  I walked straight ahead, through the tree line, and turned left.  A couple hundred feet ahead I saw what looked to be a maintenance shed; a place where they kept lawn mowers and equipment to maintain the soccer field.  As I got closer to the shed, I noticed the door was open a little.  I didn’t see a window, but I could see what looked like daylight inside the shed.  I figured if there was a window it had to be either on the other side or in the back.  I got to the door of the shed and pushed it open a little more.  I stuck my head inside, but all I saw was equipment.  “What the hell is going on,” I thought, “is this a joke?”  I was about to leave when I heard a noise inside.  I walked the rest of the way inside the shed, and the door was pushed out of my hand and slammed shut.  I jumped, turned around, and saw Rudy standing there with his big grin.  Before I could say anything, Rudy reached over to me, grabbed me, and pulled me to him.  Rudy pulled me to where the side of my head went to his face.  I felt his hot breath at my ear, and then I heard him.  “Not by a long shot, Sam….”

Rudy put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees.  He held me close to his body as he pushed me down, and my face slid down his chest, his abs, his stomach, and finally found its home at his crotch.  Even with soccer shorts on, Rudy’s crotch bulge was huge and it felt hard against my face.  His hands left my shoulders and went to my head.  Rudy easily manipulated my head, turning it from side to side and rubbing it all over his hard bulge.  As he held my head and rubbed, I opened my mouth and began to bite slightly where he pressed my head.  I could hear Rudy groan and felt his crotch move and get harder.  Rudy pressed my head harder into his crotch.  The harder he pressed my head, the more intense I would bite.  The slick material of Rudy’s soccer shorts was now soaked in the front with my spit.  But I could also tell the wetness was coming from something else too.  Rudy was leaking pre-cum through his underwear and onto his soccer shorts.  The more I sucked and bit on Rudy’s crotch, the more pre-cum leaked out.  Rudy’s grip on my head was tight and his groans were loud.  I managed to move my head back a little, reached up to the waistband of Rudy’s shorts, and started pulling them down.  His shorts pulled down easily, until they reached the top of his bulge.  Rudy’s bulge was so big I had to pull the waistband out and then down.  Even doing this, it was not an easy task.  When I pulled his soccer shorts out and then down, I saw Rudy wasn’t wearing underwear at all.  He was wearing a jock strap.  As I finally got his shorts over his bulge and they fell to the floor, I saw that the entire bottom half cup of Rudy’s jock was completely soaked.  His pre-cum was so intense it had gone through the thick material of his jock strap.

Without waiting for him to pull my head in, I pushed my head against his bulge, opening my mouth to again bite and suck.  “Ahhhh fuck,” Rudy groaned, “dude……”  His hands were once again holding my head tight against his crotch as I bit and sucked.  The more I worked on his crotch, the slimier my face became from his pre-jizz.  I had never seen any dude pre-cum like Rudy, and it was the biggest turn-on ever.  The smell and taste of Rudy’s pre-cum was intoxicating and it made me ravenous.  I attached his crotch harder as he held my head in a vice grip.  Rudy was standing in front of a table, and if he didn’t have that to lean back on the intensity of my crotch attack would have thrown him off balance.  Once he was leaned against the table, I reached up and pulled his cock from the cup of his jock.  A rope of pre-cum went from inside the bottom of his jock to the tip of his cock.  I wrapped my tongue around the rope, breaking it, and sucking it into my mouth.  Rudy spread his legs and leaned back against the table.  I looked up and Rudy’s cock was huge.  It was hard and full, and stood almost straight up against his stomach.  His cock head glistened in the sunlight, and dripped out a continuous stream of pre-jizz.  The smell of pre-cum mixed with sweat hit me hard, and my own cock jumped and hardened in my shorts.  With his right hand, Rudy grabbed the base of his cock, brought it down, and began slapping it against my face.  Each smack left a huge wet mark of his pre-cum, and soon the marks began to run together.

With his right hand still holding his cock, Rudy’s left hand went to my jaw and pulled it down.  My tongue flicked out involuntarily, ready to accept the huge package and Rudy’s left hand went to the top of my head.  Grabbing my hair, Rudy pulled my head onto his engorged cock.  As his cock quickly entered my mouth and hit the back of my throat, Rudy took his hand from his tool and put it with his other hand in my hair.  With his hands full of my hair, Rudy began to fuck my mouth and throat.  His hard cock, totally wet from his pre-cum and mixed with his sweat from the game, slid past the back of my throat and going deep.  Rudy’s hands were holding onto my hair tight, and his full tight balls were slapping against my chin.  He didn’t say anything as he skull fucked me, but his groans were hard and intense each time his cock found its home.  Each time Rudy’s balls hit my chin my nose was buried in his pubes.  The smell of his game sweat in his pubes, the dripping of his pre-cum down my throat, and the intensity with which Rudy skull fucked me made me grab his ass and pull him deeper into my throat.  “Fuck yeah, you nasty little fucker, “Rudy growled, “fuuuccckkk yeah!!”

Suddenly, Rudy let go of my hair, and pulled me to my feet.  In one swift move, he turned me around, and I was now standing facing the table.  Before I knew what was happening, Rudy had pulled my soccer shorts down with one hand, and pushed my upper body forward onto the table with the other.  The table was cluttered with equipment, and I quickly pushed shit out of the way so I wouldn’t lay on it.  Rudy must have noticed I was wearing a jock strap too.  “Nice,” he said as he got the two back straps in his hand and snapped them, “real nice.”  I felt Rudy’s hand rubbing up and down my back, then I felt him move my legs wider with one of his feet.  He continued to rub his hand up and down my back, and with his other hand he began to massage my ass cheeks.  Rudy’s strong hand gripped and released my ass cheeks, occasionally sliding a finger into my crack.  It was my turn to groan as I felt first one, then two fingers sliding up and down my crack.  Rudy’s hand left my back, and I felt him use it to spread my cheeks apart.  While he held my cheeks apart, I could feel Rudy’s two fingers begin to rub themselves around my hole.  He tried to push one finger in, but was met with dry resistance.  Rudy’s fingers left my ass, but soon returned wet and sticky.  This time his finger slid in easily, going past his first knuckle.  I groaned and pushed back, wanting more of his finger inside me.  “Ahhhh fuck,” I groaned.  I could hear Rudy chuckle behind me.  “You like that, huh Sam,” he said, “I figured you would.”  Another finger soon joined the first one in my ass, and Rudy pushed them in deep.  I groaned louder and pushed back harder.  As Rudy pushed his fingers into my ass, his other hand returned to rub my back and play with the waistband of my jock.  He pulled the band up, let it go, and it would snap loudly back in place.  The shock of the snap made me clinch my ass, and this made Rudy push his fingers in even deeper.

Rudy’s fingers plunged into my ass slow and methodically, scraping hard across my prostate.  With each in fuck, I pushed back against his hand, wanting his fingers to go in as far as possible.  His left hand, once rubbing up and down my back and pulling on my jock, moved up to the back of my head and grabbed my hair.  He pulled my head back and bent his head down to my ear.  “Does it feel good, bro,” he whispered, “do my fingers feel good fucking your ass?”  I wasn’t use to not being in control of a situation, and I definitely wasn’t ready to give in.  “Yeah,” is all I said.

Rudy began to push his fingers harder into my ass.  While my feet were solid on the floor of the shed, the intensity of his finger fucking brought me up on to my toes each time.  He was now three fingers in, and the sounds of my moans were filling the shed and I could hear Rudy’s breathing getting heavier.  Determined to be in control, I used the table as leverage and pushed back hard against his hand.  Then, he stopped.  He took his fingers out of my ass, and let go of my hair with his other hand.  I heard and felt nothing for a minute, then there was something hot, hard, and wet rubbing against my hole.  The wet feeling grew more intense, and I realized it was the head of Rudy’s cock dripping pre-jizz.  With my upper body lying face down on the table, I reached behind me to grab his cock.  The first thing I felt was the pouch of Rudy’s jock.  I moved my hand over to where I had freed his cock earlier, and laid my hand against it.  It was hot and hard in my hand, throbbing with every beat of Rudy’s heart.  His cock was also completely slimy from all his pre-cum, and my hand moved easily along his rigid shaft.  I ran my hand up and down, feeling the hardness and hotness of it.  At the base of his cock, I felt Rudy’s tangled pubes, wet and matted from being confined in his jock earlier with his dripping cock and his sweat from the match.  I ran my fingers through the furry mound, pulling slightly as I did.  I felt Rudy’s cock twitch and grow, and he groaned loudly.  Taking control, I returned my hand to his cock base, gripped it tight, and pulled the throbbing rod to my hole.  I slowly began to milk his cock, bringing forth a silky stream of sweet pre-cum.  Rudy groaned loudly again as I milked and rubbed his cock head all around my hole.  He grabbed the band of my jock and twisted it in his hand.  I ran my palm down the length of his shaft and began to massage his balls.  “Fuuuuck dude,” Rudy groaned as the pre-cum oozed from his head and saturated my hole, “yeah fuckin’ wet your hole with my jizz.”

The air in the shed was hot and heavy, and smelled of sweat and pre-cum.  Once again in control of the situation, I was ready to be fucked.  I needed this hot high school jock to coat my gut with his seed.  In almost the same instant, I raised myself up a little off the table, while Rudy took his hard pulsating cock from my hand.  Now using both hands, I raised up more.  Rudy knew exactly what I was doing, and slapped his cock against my ass.  “Yeah, you’re gonna need to brace yourself Sam,” he said, “this shit’s gonna be intense….”  As he was saying the words, Rudy was moving his cock around my hole.  By the time he was on the last word, I could feel the head at my hole.  And by the time he got the last word out, Rudy’s hot, slick, throbbing cock was pushed past my ass ring and buried three-fourths of the way in.

The shock and force of Rudy’s plunge pushed me forward hard on the table, and brought my feet off the floor.  “Ahhhhhh fuuuuuuck,” I groaned deeply, to which Rudy replied, “Yeeeaaahhh bro!!!!”  My jock-covered cock scraped across the top of the table, making it grow harder and leak more.  On his second plunge in, Rudy went balls deep, his hot cock head scraping hard against my prostate.  I laid back down on the table, and continued to brace myself with my hands.  I could feel Rudy pull his cock completely out, then slam it back in, hard.  Over and over Rudy shoved his hard rigid cock deep into my hungry ass.  My breathing became shallow and his was short and heavy.  I pushed back hard against his cock, each time meeting him fuck for fuck.  Very few words were said as over and over Rudy pounded my ass.  His fucks began to get slower and then he stopped.  Rudy pulled his cock out of my aching ass, and the emptiness I felt was incredible.  I was still catching my breath and barely able to speak.  I was just about to ask Rudy what was going on, when I felt his breath on my ear.  “Turn over,” he said, “now you’re gonna get fucked…..”

Rudy pulled me up by my shoulders and spun me around.  The front of the table was soaked from my pre-jizz, having soaked through my jock, and was dripping off the table into a puddle on the floor.  I scooted up on the table, and Rudy roughly pushed me on my back.  Standing before me, Rudy’s hard hot body glowed with sweat.  Still wearing his jock, I pulled my legs up to his side.  My toes hooked around the waistband of his jock, and slowly pulled it down.  Rudy’s wet dripping cock sprang free, and flew up to stand straight out from his body.  A long stream of pre-cum stuck from the inside of his jock and ended at the huge glistening head of his perfect cock.  With his hands, Rudy lifted my legs, pulled me closer to him, and then put my legs on his shoulders.  Like sonar, Rudy’s hard dripping cock easily found my hole.

This time I was prepared as Rudy shoved the entire length of his pulsating fuck stick deep into my ass on the first fuck.  Instead of pulling out then shoving back in, Rudy pulled about three-fourths of the way out before plunging back in hard.  On my back was a great position to look at Rudy.  He had a look of pure lust on his face.  His eyes were fixed, his teeth clinched, and his lips were slightly parted.  His nostrils would flair each time Rudy shoved his cock deep inside my gut, and I could hear his hot breath escape from his nose and clenched teeth.  My hands grabbed onto Rudy’s ass, pulling him in as deep as I could.  I was like an animal in heat as Rudy plunged deeper and deeper into my starving hole.  “Harder,” I hissed at him, “fuck me harder bro!!”  Rudy slapped my ass with his hand, and drove his monster in balls deep, held it there, then withdrew, and slammed in again.  Over and over he repeated the process as my ass and my whole body begged for more.  Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw something outside the window in the back of the shed.  “What the fuck,” I thought to myself, “what was that??”  I saw it a couple more times, but each time was fast and fleeting.  I figured it was a bush or tree branch outside the window, blowing in the wind.  I soon forgot about it as Rudy reached up with one hand and tilted my head forward toward him.

“I want you to watch this, bro,” he said breathing hard, “I want you to watch me fuck your sweet ass.”  And watch I did.  Rudy’s pubes were black and tangled from the combination of sweat and pre-cum.  His cock was thick and hard, and shiny from his pre-jizz.  I watched as Rudy’s cock pulled out some, then slam fucked its way back in.  The view was amazing and the sensation unbelievable.  Over and over Rudy pounded his rock-hard cock into my gut.  I reached my hand down and ran my fingers through his pubes.  I lightly wrapped my hand around his cock, and it was hot and wet to the touch.  With my hand and with my ass I could feel Rudy fucking me.  I looked up at him and he was grinning.  “Does it feel good, bro?” he asked.  “Fuck yeah,” I finally told him with shortened breath, “it feels awesome.”  Rudy now began to fuck in short hard thrusts.  I could tell he was getting close, and it was time to piston-fuck.  Harder Rudy jabbed my ass, leaving my prostate raw and aching.  I moved my legs from his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist.  I locked my feet at the top of his ass, and began pulling him in hard.  All of a sudden I felt my balls begin to move, and I knew I was going to shoot.  I hadn’t had a chance to even touch my cock, being too concentrated on Rudy.  When the first wave hit, I pulled Rudy in tight with my legs, arched my back, put my hands on his hard abs to brace myself, and threw my head back.  “Ahhhhhh FUUUUUUUCCCCKKK,” I yelled as the first shot flew out of my cock and sailed past my head.  “FUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!!”  I felt my ass clamp down hard on Rudy’s cock, gripping and milking it.  The look on Rudy’s face was pure lust and sheer disbelief.  “Dude, what the fuck,” he groaned, “W h a t   T h e   F u c k ?!?!”

Three more huge shots fired out, followed by two or three shorter ones.  This had definitely been the most intense orgasm I had ever had.  As he continued to fuck me, Rudy took his hand and ran his fingers through the pool of cum on my chest.  His fingers were now slick and wet, and dripping with cum. Still fucking me, Rudy’s hand went to my mouth.  First one, then two cum slick fingers fucked in and out of my mouth.  I sucked and slurped at his fingers as Rudy moved them around the inside of my mouth.

Suddenly the look on Rudy’s face changed.  He was more intense.  His eyes squinted a little, and his jaw was set.  Rudy’s nostrils flared full open and I could feel his cock grow and thicken in my ass.  “Fuck Sam, you’re gonna get it,” he growled staring into my eyes, “you’re gonna get my seed…”  The only expression that changed on Rudy’s face was the clenching of his teeth.  He began to pound my ass with short hard strokes, as his cock grew harder, fatter, and longer.  My ass walls were soaked with his pre-cum and it had been leaking out onto the table, then down to the floor.  I held my legs tighter around Rudy’s waist as he got closer.  His fucks became even shorter and harder as his balls began to churn his seed.  I heard the low guttural growl begin to form deep in Rudy’s chest, and the closer he got, the louder it became.  Again, out of the corner of my eye I saw something outside the window.  But when I turned to look, Rudy moved my head back to look at him.

Rudy gripped my legs tight as his fucks became slower and his cock harder and thicker.  He slowed almost to a stop, looked into my eyes with the most intensity I’d ever seen, then drove his aching cock deeper into my ass than it had ever been.  Rudy’s whole body seemed to shudder as he growl reached its full voice, and his cock exploded into my ass.  “AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH,” he growled with full force, “FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!!!!!!!!”  Rudy did not move as he cock let go.  I could feel heavy shots of cum hit the walls of my ass and disappear into my gut.  As the intensity of his cumming hit him, I pulled Rudy in deeper, and he began to fuck my ass again.  More shots fired out of his exploding cock, and I lost track of the number.  He fucked me hard and intense, and the jizz kept coming.  My ass clamped onto his cock tight, and I pushed back against him hard as I could.  Finally, exhausted, Rudy collapsed on top of me.  His breathing was hard and heavy, and his entire body wet with sweat.  Rudy’s cock did not seem to go down much, and he kept it buried in my ass.  After a while, Rudy slowly got up and pulled out of me.  He looked down at me, grinned big, and pulled me off the table.  Pulling me to my feet, Rudy put his hands on either side of my face, and pulled me in.  Once again, my thoughts went to kissing, but at the last minute Rudy turned my head.  “Hey,” he whispered in my ear, “where’d you learn to fuck like that?”  I reached up to grab Rudy's head, and turned it to the side.  "The question," I whispered back to him, "is where did you....?"  Then Rudy looked at me, grinned, and said, “be sure Amber finds out what she’s missing….”  I turned around to get my stuff, and when I turned back around, Rudy was gone, and the door was open.  Just like that.

As I was getting dressed, I remembered the shadows I had seen outside the window.  When I left the front door of the shed, I turned and went around back where the window was.  As I was walking I was thinking about the shadow.  I remembered not seeing it all the time, and I was sure it was a bush or a tree branch.  As I reached the corner of the back of the shed, I stopped.  There were no bushes or trees anywhere near the window.  As I got closer to the window, I noticed that the grass was pressed down in different places, like it had been walked on.  I also noticed some round impressions in the soft dirt around the grass.  Impressions that looked like they could have been made by the soft cleats that soccer players wear.  I looked up at the window, and as I was looking up I saw it.  About half-way between the window and the bottom of the shed, something had been splattered against the hunter green shed.  It had been splattered in four to five places, and was running down the outside wall, collecting into a pool on the ground.  The splatter was clear/white and slimy.  My mind raced as the reason for the splatter being there hit me.  “Fuck,” I said to myself, “FUCK!!”  In spite of the definite possibility of being seen, my cock began to stiffen at the thought.  Hurriedly, I pulled my soccer shorts over my aching cock and put them under my balls.  My still wet cock was hard and thick.  Quickly, I pumped four or five times, and my own seed splattered onto the shed wall, joining the collection that was already there.