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.

Coming Soon....More Straight High School Cock.....

Black Hightop Converse Allstars-Part II

From Part I……..

Finally, Nate’s grip loosened on the steering wheel and his body relaxed somewhat. His dick, however, stayed hard and thick, snaking down my throat. He put one hand under my chin and slowly pulled his swollen member out of my throat. From the light of the parking lot, Nate’s rod was shiny and slick, and completely slimed. I was able to move my head a little, and began rubbing the slick slimy rod on my face. Each time it passed my mouth my tongue would lick the shaft. I looked up and saw Nate looking down at me. He had a half smile/half smirk on his face, but his eyes told the true story. I slowly raised my self up and began messaging nick’s dick. Amazingly, his dick was still hard. Nate’s eyes squinted. He looked down at his dick in my hand, then looked at me and grinned. “you wanna fuck dude?” he asked grinning. I squeezed his fat dick, still hard in my hand. “hell yeah bro,” I said, “hell yeah!”
Nate’s already swollen dick grew fatter in my hand when he heard my reply. “any ideas on how we’re gonna do this,” he asked. I had lots of ideas, and they all involved me straddling Nate’s hairy thighs and sliding his thick rod deep into my ass. “you move over here,” I said as I patted the seat and moved closer to the door, “and I’ll take care a the rest.” I slid my shorts and boxer briefs off, and my hard aching dick sprang free. nate began to scoot over, his big dick flopping as he went. When he was in position, I put my right leg over his left thigh and settled down into his lap. I put my hands on the top of the back-rest for balance, and nate began running his hands up and down my back to my ass. Nate’s dick was still slick and wet and reached my hand down between us to slowly stroke him. He didn’t say anything, just stared into my eyes and squinted a little.

With my knees on the truck seat I slowly lifted myself into the air, and moved closer to nate. the pre-jizz from my rod oozed onto his belly, and I began a slow fuck motion through the hairs. With my right hand behind my body, I grabbed Nate’s thick shaft and worked it into my ass crack. I slid my crack up and down his rock hard, spit and jizz covered rod, and felt his body shudder. I had never seen a dick pre-jizz like Nate’s, especially after just shooting a huge load. But his jizz continued to flow freely from his dick slit, coating his shaft and my hand. I pointed the head of Nate’s dick at my hole, rubbing it back and forth. Nate’s body shuddered again, and he let out a long low gasp of air. I positioned the dick head directly at my hole and slowly pushed down.

At first, my hole resisted the fat head trying to invade me. I relaxed my body, slowly pushed down, and felt the swollen jizz-slicked head of Nate’s dick pop through my ass ring. “JESUS FUCK!!” nate yelled as his dick broke through. “FUCKIN’ CHRIST THAT’S TIGHT!” I slowly slide my ass down over his hard and throbbing shaft, going an inch or two at a time. Nate tried to drive his hard dick in quicker, so I put my hands behind me on his thighs to hold him down. It had been a while since I’d been fucked, and no way was I going to let him rip into me. “you gotta take it slow dude,” I said, “you‘ll get your chance.” I continued to slide my ass down, and nate stopped his bucking. Inch by inch I felt Nate’s hard thick rod slide deeper into my gut. Finally, I was resting on his thighs and I could feel his pubes against the top of my ass. I gave my self a few seconds to adjust to the thickness filling me up, put my hands back on the top of the back-rest behind nate, and began to ride Nate’s hot fat dick.

My hole was stretched wide as I worked Nate’s thick swollen rod deep into my gut, then rode it out on the upswing. He continued to stay still, but I could tell he was using all the control he had. “ahhhhh fuck yeah bro,” he’d say, “ride my fat sweet cock out….” “fuck dude,“ he’d moan, “your ass is sooo fuckin’ tight…..” I reached down, took Nate’s hands, put them on my waist, and put my own hands on his shoulders. His face broke into a grin as I got inches away from his face and said, “now we’re gonna fuck, nate.” Nate’s hands grabbed my waist hard and pulled me down on his thick hard dick. He pushed his hips up and I could feel his rod push deeper into my gut. With my hands on his shoulders I pushed down hard, meeting him fuck for fuck, wanting as much of him in me as possible. Nate would then pull me up, getting his fat rod almost out of my hole, then push me down hard again. This continued for several minutes, and our faces got closer and closer, staring into each others eyes. I rode Nate’s dick long and hard, and felt our noses touch end to end.

One thing you have to realize about me is I don’t kiss. When I’m getting fucked the last thing I want is to have some dude slobbering all over me trying to get all intimate. I don’t want that. I don’t want a dude to make love to me; I want a dude to fuck me. I was lost in the wild fuck I was getting in the front of Nate’s truck, when I felt something wet against my lips. I realized it was Nate’s tongue. I turned my face to the side, and his tongue traced it’s way to my cheek. I tilted my head back a little, then brought it back down. Staring into Nate’s eyes I brought my face closer again. I watched as his tongue snaked out of his mouth again, search for my lips. Again I moved my head to the side, and this time threw my head back all the way. Using my hands and his shoulders for leverage, I pushed down harder on Nate’s fat dick. Nate got the hint and began pushing his hips up harder than before, sending his thick rod even farther. My hole was stretched wider than it had been in a long time, and I was loving the sensation of his oozing dick head hitting my prostate. My own dick was freely flowing pre-jizz, slicking up the hair on Nate’s belly. With each fuck nate was giving me, my dick rubbed wildly up his stomach.

Nate’s breathing had been heavy for awhile, and now it became heavier and shorter. I brought my head forward and put my lips against his ear. “you gonna breed me nate?” I asked him. “you gonna fuckin’ breed my tight ass?” I continued this type of talking, and I could feel Nate’s already hard fat dick get fatter and harder. After one particular hard thrust up inside me, nate gritted his teeth and said, “fuck yeah lil bro, I’m gonna fuckin’ knock you up good….” nate was now pushing me down and bringing me back up with wild force. His steel hard dick ripped into my ass over and over again, sending shocks through my body, and spurts of pre-jizz out of my aching dick. “fuckin’ breed me nate,” I yelled out, “fuckin’ breed my ass good bro…” Nate’s thrusts sped up rapidly, tearing into my tight ass. Then he slowed down, and I could tell he was getting close.

Nate’s thrust became very slow, almost stopping. I looked at his face and his eyes were rolling back in his head. “aaaaahhhhhhh fuck bro….I’m getting’ close….,” he groaned out. “I’m soooo fuckin’ close man…….” It felt like Nate’s dick thickened and grew twice it’s normal size. His hands ground deep into my waist and he pushed hard up into me one final time. “here it fuckin’ comes code,” nate panted, “take my fuckin’ seed dude….ahhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuucccccckkkkkkkkk…….” I leaned back so I could feel the full effects of his fuck and his breeding, and felt the jizz shoot out of Nate’s hard swollen dick, coating the inside of my gut. He bucked three, four, five times, each time sending a stream of breeder seed into my ass. Nate continued to buck and my own dick erupted on it’s own. Jizz shots fired out of my rod, first going above Nate’s head, then hitting his face, and finally his chest and belly. I could feel his dick continue to throb and twitch as the last of his load emptied into me.

Nate’s hands loosened their grip on my waist, and I slowly raised up. His dick slid easily out of my ass, and jizz ran out of my hole onto his thighs. “that was awesome dude,” nate said, “fuckin’ awesome.” my ass felt empty, but at the same time full from his massive load of breeder seed still in me. I reached down on the floorboard to get my shorts, and from the glow of the parking lot lights I saw them again. Black high-top converse tennis shoes.

Black Hightop Converse Allstars-Part I

 This happened the summer after my Freshman year in college. After classes were out, I decided to stay in the city and find a job for the summer. I’ve worked in construction, landscaping, and other outside jobs, and this time I wanted a cool job. Temperature-wise that is. I was walking through one of the malls one afternoon and noticed that one of the kiosks had a “help wanted” sign out. For you guys that don’t know, a kiosk is those little open “stores” in the middle aisles of the mall; usually run by just one person. So anyways, this kiosk sold cell phone covers and the guy said he was looking for someone 30-35 hours a week. Perfect for me cause it would still give me time to work out, run, hang with my buds, and work in the occasional rod. I talked to the guy for about half an hour, he told me what he was paying, and I asked him when he wanted me to start.

My first day the owner spent about an hour with me going over the merchandise. Then he left and told me if I had any problems or questions to give him a call. Within two hours of being at work, what I noticed the most was the scenery. In those two hours I bet I saw at least 30 or 40 guys that I would have been down on my knees in front of in a second. An I ain’t talking just high school or college dudes either. I saw some dads pushin’ strollers that made my fat 7 1/2 constantly strain against my cargo shorts. Fuck yeah, I thought to myself, this is gonna be the perfect summer job!

A few weeks after I started work, a new kiosk opened about 100 feet from me. The name of the kiosk was “ez body,” and they sold vitamins, supplements, and shit like that. Three people were stocking and putting the kiosk together, and one guy particularly caught my eye. From where I was, he looked about my height and weight, mid-20’s, and black hair. His skin looked dark olive in color, almost like he was middle-eastern. I watched him the entire day, and all kinds of scenarios were running through my head. Things like getting him in one of the bathroom stalls and looking up at him while he fucked my face.

I finished my shift and the guy was still there. The next day when I came to work at 10 there was chick workin’ the kiosk. She was young and hot, but not who I was looking for. I worked until 3 that day, and as I was getting ready to leave ez guy came in. shit, I missed him. For the next three days both me and ez guy kept the same schedule; I got off at 3 and he came in at 3. I was becoming totally fascinated with him and had to come up with a way to rearrange my schedule so I could meet him. As it turned out, I didn’t have to do much thinking. When I came to work the next morning, my boss asked me if there was any way for the next couple of weeks I could work the 3 to close shift, instead of the opening shift. He asked me with caution and some reservation, and seemed shocked when I told him “absolutely!” of course he had no idea that his plans had worked perfectly into my plan.

For the next week I watched ez guy as much as I could. A few times he would look in my direction, see me looking at him, and smile. I’d smile back. I also noticed he had a couple of visitors every night at 6:00. A tall, thin woman would walk up, pushing a baby stroller. Ez guy would kiss the woman, pick the baby up, and whirl it around a few times. The woman and the baby usually stayed about 15-20 minutes, with ez guy holding the baby the entire time. When they were ready to leave, he would kiss the baby, put it back in the stroller, then kiss the woman. I assumed the woman and baby were his wife and child.

I was starting to be consumed by ez guy. If he was married and a dad, the thought of getting on my knees in front of him caused me to shoot the most explosive loads I’d shot in a while. My second, and final, week of working the closing shift was just starting, and I knew if I was going to act it had to be soon. Otherwise I might never get the chance to feel his hands on the back of my head as he shoved his fat dick farther and farther down my throat.

As fate would have it, ez guy and I got to work on Monday about the same time. We entered our section of the mall at the same time and walked to our respective kiosks. Monday’s are pretty slow in the mall, especially during summer, so as my shift wore on I slowly devised a plan. I waited until after his 6:00 “visitors” were gone, and went over and introduced myself to ez guy.
As I got closer to him, I realized he was probably older than I first thought. This was because his black hair had a small amount of gray on the sides. And that’s when I first noticed his eyes. They were a deep combination of blue and green, and looked totally hot against his olive skin and black hair. He was wearing cargo shorts, a t-shirt, black high-top converse tennis shoes, and his arms and legs were very hairy. He was also wearing a gold wedding band on his left hand. As I got closer to him, I stuck my hands in the pockets of my own cargo shorts in hopes of hiding the huge bone that I had.

I tried to act totally cool as I got close enough to speak. “hey, how’s it goin’?” I said. “it’s goin’ good man,” he shot back. “how you doin’?” we talked for a few minutes about our jobs, the mall, and the heat. Up close, ez guy was definitely hot. When I first saw him I thought he might be middle-eastern because of his exotic looks. But after seeing his eyes and hearing him talk, I guessed he might be half-middle eastern. I was staring at him the entire time, and was afraid I might start to freak him out. I was enjoying talking to him, but decided I should probably go back to my kiosk. As I was turning to leave, almost as an after thought, I stuck out my hand and said “oh, I’m Sam by the way.” he shook my hand, smiled real big, and “I’m nate, Sam; nice to meet you.” his handshake was firm and strong, and only added to the pre-jizz leaking from my dick.

The first thing I wanted to do when I left ez guy was go to the mall bathroom and rub one out. I knew that would be kinda obvious, so I waited a respectable 15 minutes before I headed down the hallway and raced to the last stall. I didn’t care if the bathroom was full and every stall was filled. All I cared about was getting my hand around my dick, thinking about nate pounding my face, and shooting. But the bathroom was empty, and I raced to the last stall. I slammed the stall store, unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled my shorts and my boxer briefs down in one swift tug. The entire head of my dick was wet with pre-jizz, and a huge stream leaked onto the floor when I made my first back and forth movement.

I leaned against the wall with my dick fisted tightly in my hand. My eyes were closed and scenes of nate feeding me his dick, slamming into my tight ass, then shooting his hot load all over my face replayed over and over. I tried to be as quiet as I could, but my breathing was become rapid and heavy, and my fist around my wet dick was making slapping sounds. I pulled on my nut sac and could feel the load starting to boil. I vaguely heard the door of the stall next to me open and close, but I was too far into my own pleasure to care. I felt the jizz boiling hard in my nuts and begin to work its way up my fat shaft. My breathing was louder now and my dick fisting was short and quick. I paused briefly as I felt the load enter the head of my dick, swelling it beyond its normal fat size. Then with one quick jerk three loads shot out of my dick and hit the tile floor with a loud “splat!!” I jacked my swollen rod four more times and four more loads shot out and hit the floor. I continued to jack my dick as I slowly opened my eyes. With my head still against the wall, I dropped my hands to my side. I slowly came down from my intense high and my dick continued to throb on its own.

I heard a slight movement in the stall next to me, and realized I had forgotten about hearing the door open and close earlier. I grabbed some toilet paper, cleaned off my semi-swollen rod, and bent down to pull up my boxer briefs and shorts. As I bent down, I noticed the wall separating the two stalls was just high enough at the bottom to see part of a leg. The leg was very hairy. As my eyes went down further I saw the hair disappear into the top of a shoe. A black high-top converse tennis shoe.

All kinds of shit was going through my head as I left the bathroom. Black high-top converse…was that Nate? And if it was nate, did he follow me to the bathroom, did he look in the stalls for me, did he hear me? I had only seen one other person in black high-top converse tennis shoes, and they were on a goth chick a couple of weeks ago. It had to be nate. He had to of followed me in there. And he had to of heard me cause toward the end my breathing was so loud. Also, the sound of my load hitting the tile floor was unmistakable. But why did he follow me in there.

Knowing it likely was nate in the bathroom, I didn’t want to go directly back to my kiosk. I made a short circle of the mall, and got back about 10 minutes later. Nate caught my attention first thing, cocking his head and smiling at me. I smiled back. Over the course of the next few days, nate caught me looking at him more and more. He knew. He knew I was watching him, he knew I had jacked off in the bathroom thinking about him, and he knew that I knew. He began doing little things that would normally go unnoticed, but were driving me crazy. Things like absently touching his crotch, or scratching his belly with his shirt raised just high enough for me to see his furry belly and kick ass treasure trail. A couple of times I saw him slowly grinding his crotch against a display case in his kiosk, then look over at me. At one point he started to come over to my kiosk, but he got a customer and had to go back. I was going crazy and did not like the way I was feeling. I was the hunter and did not like being the hunted.

It was Friday night and the last night I was to close at the kiosk. Nate had been up to his usual tricks during my shift, and I was almost relieved that we wouldn’t be working at the same times anymore. I wrapped things up at the kiosk, and made my way to my car in the parking lot. I had my windows rolled down, waiting for the a/c to kick in. out of nowhere nate appeared at the front of my car. He grinned real big as he walked over to the driver’s side. “hey man,” he said, “it’s Sam, right?” “yeah,” I said, “what’s goin’ on?” “well,” he began, “I need a favor and was wonderin’ if you could help me out?” “sure, if I can,” I said, “what’s up?” “well Sam,” nate began, “it’s like this…….Angela’s out of town for the weekend, I got this wicked bone, and I need somebody to take care of it.” he was standing a couple of feet back from my window, and as he was talking he was rubbing his crotch. I couldn’t help myself, and my eyes went to his crotch. Nate either had on boxer shorts or no underwear at all, because his dick was making a huge tent in his cargo shorts. There was also a wet spot down the side of one leg of his shorts.

For how long I don’t know, but Nate continued to rub and I continued to stare. Finally he spoke. “so what about it code man, can you help me out?” it was like I was in a daze and couldn’t answer him. I did realize however, that my mouth was slightly open and I was licking my lips. Then Nate laughed real low and I heard him say, “yeah, you’re gonna help me out.” I don’t know what happened, but I suddenly snapped back to my old self. I was Sam dammit, and I was not going to be scared by some asshole who thinks he has the upper hand over me.

My eyes went from Nate’s crotch to his face. “so nate,” I began, “you want a blowjob, huh?” silence. “you ever had a dude smoke your pole before man?” nate still didn’t say anything, but his hand stopped rubbing his crotch and began rubbing his arm. “nah,” I said, “didn’t think so.” “let me tell you dude, you’re about to get the best fuckin’ blowjob you’ve ever had…..guaranteed.” I rolled my car window up, got out, shut the door, and said “where you parked.” Nate finally spoke and said, “my truck’s over there,” pointing a few rows over. I followed nate to his truck and was totally pumped. Not only was I getting the straight dick that I loved, but I was getting it on my terms. HELL YEAH!!

We got in Nate’s truck and I told him to pull to the north side of the parking lot. “there’s less traffic over there,” I said, “and mall security won’t bother us.” I noticed that after taking control of the situation, although nate was no longer rubbing his crotch, his erection had not diminished. He sat behind the steering wheel of his truck. from the parking lot lights I could see his cargo shorts tented lewdly, pushing above the bottom of the wheel. I sat back taking in the whole picture, reached over, and finally grabbed hold of what I’d been wanting for almost a month.

Nate sucked in his breath when my hand wrapped around his tent. I looked up at him, and he was staring straight ahead into the darkness beyond the windshield of his truck. “you were right nate,” I said, “you do have a wicked bone.” he said nothing as I began to run my hand over his tented pole. His breathing became somewhat heavier as I traced the form his dick was making, finally stopping at the top to rub my thumb against the head. The wet spot I had noticed earlier on his shorts had gotten bigger, and I could feel the heat of his rod through his shorts. I rubbed the wet spot firmly against his dick head with my thumb, and it moved easily over the swollen knob. A low moan escaped from nate, and I looked up into his face. His face was more relaxed, but he still stared straight ahead. “dude if you think that feels good,” I told him, “just wait.”

I moved my hand from Nate’s crotch and took it to his right thigh. His leg was covered by hair, and was hot and soft to the touch. I could feel the goose bumps on Nate’s thigh as soon as I touched it, and he again sucked in his breath. Nate moved his legs a little wider as my hand began moving up his thigh inside the leg of his cargo shorts. My own rod grew harder as my hand continued to move over Nate’s hairy thigh. I soon learned that my earlier assumption about him not wearing underwear was correct, as the only thing under Nate’s shorts was Nate. As I got closer to my target the hair got thicker and I could feel the heat from his crotch. Nate’s breathing also became more rapid. My hand found Nate’s pubes, and I rubbed my flattened hand through them. Nate spread his legs wider and moved down lower in his seat. The pre-jizz nate was leaking had run down the shaft of his rod and formed stickiness in his pubes. But although they were sticky, Nate’s pubes were still soft and silky to my touch. I moved my hand down and slowly ran it over his hair covered nut sac, purposefully avoiding his rod. Nate moaned longer and lower as my hand rubbed around his sack, feeling each of his hefty balls. Although I knew he needed it badly, I refused to touch his dick until it was out in the open and I could give it the attention it deserved.

I looked up at nate while I continued to explore. His eyes were closed and his head was tilted back against the window of his truck. I continued my rubbing for a few more minutes, then stopped, my eyes never leaving his face. It took him a few seconds to realize I had stopped, but when he did he opened his eyes and stared directly at me. With only the parking lot lighting, he was even more exotic looking; his blue/green eyes staring right through me.

I reached up unsnapped his cargo shorts, and my fingers found the zipper. I pushed his dick gently over to the side, brought the zipper up the tent, then back down. Slowly I pulled apart the flap of his cargo shorts, and Nate’s swollen dick popped out into full few. The shaft was thick and smooth and looked a little over 7” long, without the head. The head of Nate’s dick was swollen and hard, oozing a continual flow of pre-jizz. I could see it lightly twitch and throb, each time releasing more pre-jizz. I put my hands on the waist of Nate’s shorts, and he lifted his ass so I could get them down. When his swollen rod and huge nuts were finally free, nate spread his legs wider, and let out a low moan.

given my history, I’m a pretty good judge of dick size. When I first saw it, I could tell he was thick and guessed Nate’s dick size to be a little over 7 inches. With it now in full view without his shorts, I could tell he was definitely thick, and was closer to 8 than 7. Even before I got my hand to his dick, I could still feel the heat. I wanted to see the look on Nate’s face when I touched him, so as I got closer I looked at him. His eyes were closed. I kept staring and slowly wrapped my hand around Nate’s hot swollen dick. His eyes closed tighter and his lips pursed. His body flinched a little and a low guttural groan escaped from his closed mouth. As I slowly wrapped my hand around his thick shaft, I realized my fingers were about a half inch from touching.

Nate’s shaft was smooth, and slick from the pre-jizz he was oozing. His breathing became heavier as I slowly jacked my fist up and down, and he grimaced each time my thumb would move under and over his head on the upswing. Nate moved his hands to the top of the steering wheel, and he began to slowly fuck his hips into my hand. He opened his mouth and finally began to speak. “oh yeah man….that feels so fuckin’ good dude…..so fuckin’ good….” I could tell he was gripping the steering wheel tighter and his fist fucking became more rapid. I could also tell he was getting close. I stopped. There was no fuckin’ way I was going to let him waste his breeder seed by coating the dashboard of his truck. Nate was panting when I stopped. “what the fuck man?!?” he said, “I’m getting’ close dude….what the fuck?” his right hand left the steering wheel and was headed for his dick. I intercepted him and put his hand back on the wheel. He tried with his left hand, and again I intercepted. He was still panting. “I gotta get off Sam,” he panted, “you can’t get me this fuckin’ close and then leave me hangin’…..I gotta get off.” “who said I was gonna leave you hangin’?” I told him, “you’ll see.”

I scooted closer to the window on the passenger side of his truck, got on my stomach, and crawled over to Nate’s crotch. His rock hard dick was still straight in the air. I put my mouth where his rod met his balls, and slowly began licking up his shaft. Nate’s hot dick twitched and throbbed as my tongue worked up his shaft. Pre-jizz spilled out heavier and his hands gripped the steering wheel tighter. “ahhhhh fuuuuck dude….” nate moaned, “fuuuuck man……” I put my mouth over the head as my tongue reached the top of his swollen rod. I sucked the heavy pre-jizz out of his dick slit, and mixed it with my spit. The head of Nate’s dick swelled even more as my mouth sucked and my tongue worked the underside of the head. Any pre-jizz that would escape from my lips was quickly recaptured by my tongue.

Nate’s body tensed as I began working my mouth down his shaft. The moan started about half-way down, and grew louder the farther I got. When I felt the head of Nate’s dick hit the back of my throat, and begin to work it’s way down my throat, his moans were very loud and verbal. “jesus fuck dude…..ahhhhhh man…..it’s goin’ farther bro……ahhhhh fuuuuck……”
Nate’s dick slid easily down my throat. My nose was buried in his hot bush, and my chin was touching his balls. i held his dick down my throat and slowly began milking his swollen shaft with my throat muscles. This drove him crazy. Nate gripped the steering wheel as tight as he ever had, and began pushing with his hips trying to get more of his dick in my throat. I was swallowing as much as he had, and my throat continued to milk his slick wet shaft. “oh my god Sam,” nate panted, “oh my fuckin’ god bro….this shit’s amazing dude…..you got it all the way down there man…..fuuuuuuck…..”

Nate continued to try and buck his hips, but his dick was locked in my throat. Slowly, I relaxed my throat muscles and his rod began sliding out of my throat. He took this as a sign I wanted him to fuck my throat, and with his hands still gripping the wheel he began the assault. I was ready for the throat fucking and moved my head up slightly to get him a better angle. Nate began slowly at first, gently raising his ass from the truck seat and slipping his shaft in and out of my mouth. The sensation was too much for him, and what began slowly soon turned into a full-on, no-holds-barred throat fucking. Nate gripped the top of the steering wheel and began roughly slamming his dick in and out of my throat. The back of head hit the bottom of the steering wheel a couple of times, until I got use to the onslaught. I opened my throat wide to take all his thick wet dick. As his throat fucking became more intense, Nate’s talking became more nasty. “fuck yeah you fuckin’ faggot…..take all my fat cock down your fuckin’ throat……you fuckin’ love this married dick, don’t you faggot……fuck yeah dude eat this big fuckin dick……” with my mouth and throat full of “married dick,” I could only moan my approval. I noticed the more I moaned, the fuller and harder Nate’s dick became. The couple of times I did slightly gag, his dick would swell bigger, he would laugh, and nate would push in harder.
Nate’s throat fucking went on for probably ten minutes, then I could tell it was time. His thrusts became slower and his body became more tense. Nate’s hand were no on either side of his steering wheel, and his hips were pushing his swollen dick down my throat in slow even fucks. Then a shiver went through his body, and his voice became very low and gravelly. “get ready for it bro…..it’s fuckin’ comin’……..” he gave a couple more pumps, and then a sound that started low in his belly worked it’s way out his mouth. “ahhhhhh fuuuuuccccckkkkkk,” he growled, “it’s fuckin’ comin’ man…..fuuuucccckkkkkin comin’………” I felt Nate’s rock hard dick become harder and thicker. His shaft was still stuffed in my mouth, and my tongue was running up and down the underside. Nate’s hips came up off the seat, pushed his dick hard into my throat, and held it there. My lips were tight around the base of his rod, and all of a sudden I could feel the jizz leave his balls and begin to work its way up his thick shaft. I tried to move my lips up so I could trace the jizz run, but nate had his dick shoved too far down. So instead, I traced vein flow with my tongue as far as I could. Nate’s head touched the roof of his truck as his hips pushed his dick in as far as it would go. Suddenly, I felt the jizz shoot out of his swollen dick head, and the first shot splash against my throat. “aaaaahhhhhhh fuuuuuucccccckkkkkkk……” nate growled. “fuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkk. Nate’s dick thickened and jerked in my throat as load after load shot out of the head and hit the walls of my throat. I worked my throat muscles hard, milking out one of the biggest loads I had ever taken. Nate’s body shook and shuddered as he continued to dump his breeder seed into my gut, his talking now turning to moans and heavy breathing.

Finally, Nate’s grip loosened on the steering wheel and his body relaxed somewhat. His dick, however, stayed hard and thick, snaking down my throat. He put one hand under my chin and slowly pulled his swollen member out of my throat. From the light of the parking lot, Nate’s rod was shiny and slick, and completely slimed. I was able to move my head a little, and began rubbing the slick slimy rod on my face. Each time it passed my mouth my tongue would lick the shaft. I looked up and saw nate looking down at me. He had a half smile/half smirk on his face, but his eyes told the true story. I slowly raised my self up and began messaging nick’s dick. Amazingly, his dick was still hard. Nate’s eyes squinted. He looked down at his dick in my hand, then looked at me and grinned. “you wanna fuck dude?” he asked grinning. I squeezed his fat dick, still hard in my hand. “hell yeah bro,” I said, “hell yeah!”

It Ain't Gonna Lick Itself--Part II

From Part 1:
Almost simultaneously I could feel Jake's first jizz shot, hit the walls of my ass, and land somewhere in my gut. More hard fucks followed as Jake unloaded five more shots into my gut. In the middle of his unloading, without even touching it, my dick exploded all over the ground below us. I collapsed on the tailgate, and with his rod still deep inside me, Jake fell on top of me. I was breathing too hard to talk. Jake finally used his arms to raise himself up, and slowly pull his dick from my ass. "Fuck dude," he said, "fuck." We talked a little bit on the way to my house, but the conversation was awkward and pushed. What we didn’t talk about was the hard breeding Jake had just given me. I wondered if he was starting to sober up, and was no regretting what had just happened. I also wondered how I was going to get my truck fixed the next day.
The morning after my ass attack from Jake, I was up early. My dad woke me around 8 asking me where my truck was. I gave him the lowdown, and told him that a friend had brought me home. I left out the part about the friend throwing me the best fuck I'd had in a long time. Dad took me to the ballpark parking lot, and when we pulled in I saw Jake's truck parked, the hood to my truck up, and him under the hood. When Jake took me home the previous night, we talked a little but it didn't even cross my mind to work out an arrangement for getting my truck. So when I saw his truck parked by mine, and him under my hood, that familiar burn started to grow in my crotch. Of course my dad asked me about who was under my hood, and I told him it was the friend who had brought me home. I also told him he could just let me out and I'd help with my truck; no need for him to stay.

As soon as I saw Jake's truck in the parking lot I was mentally scoping out secluded places we could go for a repeat of the previous nights pounding. My dick was 3/4 boned when I got out of my dad's car, and I adjusted myself as I walked over to Jake. "Wassup man," I said as I walked over and put my hands on the front of my truck. "Hey," Jake said without looking up from his work. I went on to make some small talk about shit I can't even remember now. I do remember the conversation was mostly from my side of the fence and definitely awkward, with Jake only muttering an occasional "uh huh" or "yeah." Ok, so what the hell is going on? Less than 12 hours ago this dude had me sprawled out across the tailgate of his truck poundin' my ass like a dog in heat, and now he's barely talking to me? In my mind I already knew what was going on. The classic straight guy line of "I've never done anything like that before; I only let you suck my dick and fucked you 'cause I was drunk." But even though I knew it, I wanted to hear him say it. "All right Jake," I started, "what's going on?" Silence. Long silence. Then Jake straightened up, put down the tools, and put both hands on the front of my truck. Staring at the engine, he said "look man, last night was.........different; I've never done shit like that before Sam." "And the only reason it happened is because I was drunk...." Ding, Ding, Ding......Sam wins the grand prize for knowing what the straight(?) dude is gonna say!!!

I didn't respond to him. I knew it was useless. Mr. Macho Butch Stud Jake had fucked a dude and it freaked him. There was nothing I could say that would help the situation. So we stood there in silence. Jake finished with my truck, shut the hood, and began walking to his truck. "Thanks," I said to him, "I appreciate it Jake." Silence. Jake got in his truck and drove away.

I played in most of the softball games for the rest of the summer, but I never did see Jake play with his team again. At the end of the summer I was at a downtown bar with a couple of buddies. Even though I wasn’t even 18 yet, I used my older brother’s ID when I went downtown. About half-way through the night I looked across the bar, and there he was. Jake was with a girl, they were laughing and talking and seemed to be having a kick ass time. About a half hour later, Jake looked over in my direction, saw me, and he stopped laughing. I smiled at him and nodded my head. We looked at each other for a few minutes, and finally a half-smile came to his face. Then Jake put his arm around the girl, pulled her into him, and kissed her full on the mouth.

I could tell Jake liked the fact he was putting on a show for me. Ever so often he would look over at me, almost like he was making sure I was looking, before he went back in for another kiss. It was like he was trying to prove to me that he was straight, and that our truck fuck over the summer was a one-time thing. So what if he’d fucked me raw. He was a man, goddammit, he was a MAN. I almost expected him to jump up on the table, beat his chest, and let out a primal scream.

The rest of the night went pretty much the same way. Jake putting on his show, and me trying my best to ignore him. It was getting late and my buddies were ready to leave. I was too, but first I had to hit the bathroom. I told my friends I’d catch up with them tomorrow, and headed to the john. Of course I had to pass by Jake’s table, and made a point not to look in his direction. That would only fuel his ego, which would piss me off even more. The bar was almost empty by this time, and the bathroom was deserted. I hate using urinals in public bathrooms, so as was the norm I went straight for the stall. I was in the middle of pissing when I heard the bathroom door open and close. I waited for the tell-tale sign of piss hitting the urinal, but I didn’t hear it. Maybe the dude was checking himself in the mirror before heading out, I thought. I really didn’t think anymore about it.

I finished up, stuffed my dick back in my shorts, and flushed the toilet with my foot. As I was reaching for the handle on the stall door, I realized I never heard the bathroom door opening again when the dude left. I opened the stall door kinda slow, and that’s when I saw him. Jake leaning against the wall opposite the stall, his arms folded across his chest, and a half grin on his face. “Sam, my man,” he said. “how’s it going, bro?” “Um, it’s going good Jake,” I said. “how you been?” Jake pushed himself off the wall, unfolded his arms, and slowly walked over until he was about three inches from me. Jake stopped, looked me up and down, and moved right into my face. “I bet you thought you were gonna turn me into a fag like you, didn’t ya Sam,” he almost hissed. “I’m not a fag, Jake” I old him, looking right in the eyes, “I like it both ways.” “You like it both ways, huh,” he smirked., “yeah, in your mouth AND in your ass.” Jake half-laughed when he said this, like he was proud of himself for thinking of something so witty. “Listen,” I told Jake, “you’re the one who came on to me.” “I was doing you a favor,” I continued, “helping you out Jake.” His eyes got narrower as he looked at me hard. “Yeah man, you did help me out,” he said, “and I appreciate it.” “And to show you how much I appreciate it,” Jake continued, “I’m gonna do something for you.” When Jake said that my mind started racing. Was Jake gonna suck my dick? Was he gonna let me fuck him? Or was he was he gonna beat the shit out of me in a bar bathroom? “What I’m gonna do,” Jake finally said, “is give you some more of what you want Sam; some more of what you need.”

My back was already against the stall door, and in a quick motion Jake reached up, turned me around, and pushed me against the door. His body was right against mine, and I could feel his hard crotch pushing into my ass. Slowly he started grinding his crotch harder against my ass. I put my hands on top of the stall door to steady myself, and Jake’s mouth was next to my ear. “yeah, that’s what I like to see Sam,” he said, “you’re getting ready for me aren’t ya man.”

Jake put his hands on my shoulders, squeezed a little, then ran them down my sides to my waist. He reached under my shirt, rubbed his hands across my chest, and then down my stomach. Jake’s breathing became heavier as he reached around and unsnapped my cargo shorts. He put his left hand back on my stomach as his right hand slowly unzipped me. I had gone commando that night and my shorts fell easily to the bathroom floor. Jake’s mouth was still next to my ear and he half-laughed. “you little fucker,” he said, “you were lookin’ to get fucked tonight, weren’t you?” My dick was rock hard and already leaking as he pushed me closer against the stall door. The tip of my dick hit the door and from the wetness slid easily up. I could feel the hardness of Jake’s crotch start grinding against my ass again, and his heavy breathing in my ear. “this is gonna be good Sam,” he said, “this is gonna be so fuckin’ good.”

With the side of my face pressed against the stall door I could hear Jake undoing his shorts. Instinctively I spread my legs a little and arched my back, pushing my ass out towards Jake. When he saw this he half-laughed again. “yeah, you little fucker,” he said, “you know what to do, don’t ya.” I stood there in anticipation for what seemed like forever, and finally felt the hot hardness of Jake’s dick touching the top of my ass crack. Slowly he ran the head of his dick down my crack then back up again. I could feel the wet of his pre-jizz leaving a trail as he went. With one hand Jake opened my ass cheeks and put the head of his dick against my hole. He moved his hand away, and let my cheeks close around him. All my senses were concentrated on my ass. I could feel the heat of Jake’s dick resting against my hole, and fell it throbbing as my ass cheeks held it in place.

Slowly Jake began to push against my hole, then slowly pull back. The head of his dick would never go in my hole, only push against it slow and steady. The gently massaging of Jake’s dick against my hole was making my own dick pulse and leak out a steady stream of pre-jizz against the stall door. I began to rub my hard dick against the slickness of the door, enjoying the amazing feeling both sensations were sending through my body. I moved my hands from the top of the stall door and put them on my ass cheeks. Slowly I spread my cheeks apart, giving Jake better access to my hole. “Yeah, that’s it,” I heard Jake whisper, “that’s what I wanna see.” I felt the head of Jake’s rock hard dick against my hole and I felt a sudden flow of wet. I could feel the wet stream down my crack and I figured Jake must have squeezed some of his own pre-jizz against my hole. I felt him lean in closer and put his mouth right next to my ear. “we’re gonna take this nice and slow Sammy,” he said, “’cause I want you to remember this for a long time.” I let out a low groan, lifted my head up, and arched my back even more. I felt Jake again put his dick head against my hole, and hold it there. My hands were still holding my apart my ass cheeks, when I felt Jake wrap his left arm around my waist. And then it hit.

In one swift move, Jake pushed forward sending his hard wet dick three-fourths of the way into my ass. My face hit the door of the stall, and I was so caught off balance that if it hadn’t been for Jake holding my waist, I probably would have fallen. My hands quickly left my ass and grabbed the top of the stall door for balance. Jake used his knee to push my legs farther apart and his hands went to my shoulders, grabbing on tight. I closed my eyes tight and bit the bottom of my lip as Jake pulled out then slammed in the length of his dick balls deep. I was afraid to make any noise because of the people still left in the bar. After the initial two or three shock thrusts, I relaxed a bit and could feel Jake’s dick grating across my prostate. Slowly I raised my head up, moved my legs even farther apart, and arched my back more. My hands grabbed tight to the top of the stall door, and I began to push back against each assault Jake was making on my ass.

“Ahhh, fuck yeah bro,” Jake hissed, “that’s it Sam, fuck my dick.” The harder Jake slammed into me, the harder I fucked him back. Jake’s rock hard tool scrapped harder on my prostate, and the feeling was mind blowing. Before I knew it was happening, my swollen dick erupted sending four hard shots onto the stall door. Jake never stopped pumping my ass, and each sperm shot made my ass muscles clamp his dick tight. He must of liked the sensation because he growled deep in his throat and slow pumped each time I shot. “Hell yeah, Sam,” Jake growled, “fuck that feels awesome.” He was started to pick up his pace again, and his hands were tight on my shoulders. Jake’s dick was slamming all the way into my ass and I could feel his balls slapping against me. He was hot and hard in my ass and I could feel him pull about three-fourths of the way out, them slam back into me. Jake’s breathing was hard and short as he pumped harder and harder into me. My grip on the stall door tightened and it shook each time his dick pounded home. Jake reached up, grabbed my hair, and pulled my head back to his mouth. “This feel good bro?” he hissed, “does this straight dick feel good in your ass?” I was concentrating too much on Jake’s hard dick and the great feeling it was giving me to answer him. He pulled harder on my hair, and his speech was low and direct. “I asked you if my straight dick felt good in your ass,” Jake said slowly, “and it’d be good if you’d answer me.” “Hell yeah Jake,” I answered back, “it feels so fuckin’ good man….so good.” “’course it does Sam,” he smirked back, “you got a straight stud fuckin’ your tight ass.”

Jake let go of my hair, pushed my head against the stall door, and put his hand back on my shoulder. With one leg he moved my legs even farther apart, squatted down a little, and began to piston fuck my ass. His fucks were rapid fast, sending all his fat hard dick into my hole as hard as he could. Jake gripped my shoulders tighter, and I gripped the top of the stall door tighter. Then his breathing became even harder and shorter, and his thrusts harder still. “I’m gonna fuckin’ blow dude,” Jake growled low. “I’m gonna fuckin’ do it.” “Yeah Jake,” I spat back through my own heavy breathing, “dump it in me bro.” Jake slammed harder and harder, and the entire stall partition moved with each of his thrusts. Then he slowed, almost stopping, and I could tell the cum was building in his balls and getting ready to shoot out. Jake’s hands made deep indentions into my shoulders as I felt his dick grow harder and fatter than it’d been before. His thickness filled my entire ass, pushing it to its limit. Jake began to pick up his speed again, and I knew his load was coming. “Fuuuuck bro,” he hissed, “here it fuckin’ comes man…..” Jake’s hips bucked in short fast jabs into me. With each thrust he let out a low guttural moan followed by “aaahhhhhh fuuuuuck brrrooo….” My hands were on the front of the stall door now, and I pushed back against Jake hard each time he pumped his load into me. “Fuck dude,” he’d say, “your ass is fuckin’ out my seed man….fuuuck yeah!” This happened five or six times, I couldn’t tell. But what I could tell was Jake’s load was so huge it had overloaded my ass and was running out of my hole and down one of my legs.

Jake finally stopped. With his dick still in my ass, he wrapped his arm around my waist, and put his head on the back of my shoulder. A minute later he must have realized what he’d done. He jerked his head off my shoulder, and pushed himself away from me. Jake’s half hard dick slid out of my ass easy, and more streams of his seed flowed down my leg. Jake didn’t say a word to me as he picked up his clothes and put them back on. I watched him as he walked over to the mirror above the sink, and checked himself. Right before he pulled the dead bolt back on the door, Jake turned around, that half-smirk on his face, looked at me and said, “You better get yourself cleaned up man, there’s people out there.”

That was the last time Jake and I ever messed around. I did see him one more time, at a softball game ironically enough. I was at the concession stand getting my stuff, turned around, and Jake was two people behind me. He had his arm wrapped around a hot girl, and her head was on his shoulder. When we saw each other, Jake got this blank look on his face. The girl must have sensed something was wrong because she pulled her head up and looked at him. Instantly, Jake looked directly at me, put that half-smirk grin on his face, pulled the girl’s face into his, and kissed her full on the mouth. Behind the girl’s back, Jake raised his hand, and brought his middle up, and flipped me off. I walked away laughing to myself. But I also walked away with a half-smirk grin too. Because I knew that Jake knew, and that Jake knew that I knew, that I was the best fuck he’d ever had.