rutter222
My jock is too small...and tight!
I was so grateful that John had shown me the pleasures of gay sex. I loved masculinity, I loved jockstraps, and I loved cock. For the first time since my marriage ended I really knew who I was and I was loving it. Ever since that first night when John pounded my virgin hole on my kitchen table, to the fierce animalistic sex we had together in his condo, to making me a fuck toy for his friends, I had grown as a sexual being and I wanted more. I had given control to John and now I wanted to feel what it was like to take some of it back.
That's why I seduced Andy. He was this smoking hot 22 year old I used to coach in high school. He was a good wrestler then and he kept at it. His workout efforts were obvious and he wrestled in a local competitive league. I thought about joining just get my hands on him or grind up against him, maybe feel his balls on my face but it would be hard to conceal my erections now that I accepted wanting to fuck every wrestler out there. Andy worked for me at the supermarket on the overnight shift. He'd come in after his workout and I would stay late to do the ordering so our schedules overlapped for about an hour. Then I'd go home and take a serious ass fucking from John. Sometimes I'd imagine Andy pounding my hole and I'd cum that much faster.
I'd watch Andy as he worked. I wanted to feel his broad shoulders, solid torso, and bulging thighs pressed against me, but I could never let on. He'd be shocked if he knew I was a homo. Then, one night I noticed a thick jock strap waist band sticking out of his jeans when he bent over in front of me. Could HE be seducing ME? I don't know, but I was now determined to find out.
I concocted a plan for him to get messy at work and give him a reason to take off his tight jeans in front of me. I ordered several cases of the big olive oil cans for him to unpack. I put the cases on the floor in the aisle and prepped the cans by lightly slicing into three of the four 1 gallon containers and put them back in the box. When Andy picked them up from the box, the slit would open and oil would spill out. He'd slip in it, get messy , and then need to change. My plan worked like a charm, and we both got messy that night. I had on a black jock and he had on white jock that was rank with sweat and stained. We grinded, kissed, wrestled and fucked hard. I was deep inside his tight muscular ass and I rode him hard. We shared each other's cum and saliva a few times that night.
We've been fucking regularly at the condo for the past two weeks. John was a truck driver and was driving to the other coast. Andy came back to the condo and weve made passionate love almost every night. Lots of kissing and appreciating each other's bodies. He loved to feel my neatly trimmed and muscled torso and thick hairy legs. Likewise I was enamored with his nearly hairless white, near perfect skin.
Andy's cock was perfect. His jock pouches were nicely filled by his ample ball sack and thick cock. He was hung about 6, or 6.5 but thick...really thick. Thicker than John. At first it was hard to take, but now it felt so good in my mouth and in my ass. I couldn't get enough and he felt the same about my cock. I think I love him.
Andy and I were in bed, just waking up in each other's arms. We both liked to sleep. Andy in a red one with a thick wasteband. I was in my camo jock. Whenever I wore it I was reminded of the night where John and three of his friends had me drugged, in a swing, and taking cocks in all openings all night long. That was a little scary, but that made it hotter! Still, I don't think I will do that again. I realized I like to fuck rather than just get fucked. I wanted to be deep inside Andy and I was about to fuck him now. We both woke horny.
I got up to piss and Andy stirred. He rolled over and pulled his knees up to his chest. I came back to bed and without a word I pulled the covers back and exposed his perfect back and exposed ass. He was vulnerable to me. I could see the pinkness of his pussy. Without waking him lubed up my fingers and gently massaged his hole. I leaned over and kissed his ear. He loved that and it made him squirm. He turned his head toward me and his lips met mine. We exchanged fluids as my fingers probed his heat.
My cock strained the pouch of my jock and the elastic engulfed my cock head. Any movement was exciting the many nerve endings and sending chills up my spine to my brain, making me love Andy even more. He turned toward me and we embraced. His hard cock pressed against mine and I could feel that we were perfectly in sync.
Even though we just woke, his smell and taste was so intoxicating. We talked about how we loved each other's man scents. This was the benefit. We were always ready to make love and with only minimal prep. We had just made love a few hours ago before we fell asleep in each other's arms. Now our scents and tastes were driving our wanton desires to the hilt again.
We kissed hard. Andy on his back with his legs spread wide, making everything open and accessible to me. It was clear that he wanted me inside him and my cock was seeking his heat. I wanted to be engulfed by him. But first I needed his cock in my mouth. My lips went from his mouth down to his neck, then to his nipples, then into his hairy armpits. There and his crotch were the only hairy parts on him. As I tasted his sweat, I drank in his man scents as deep as I could. I welcomed his scents, fluids, and body to be deep inside me at any time. I couldn't get enough.
I moved from his pits and raked my beard across his tight abs. That drove him nuts. I knew it. He through his head back and arched his back. His hips came forward and the bulging red pouch came forward. I knew what he wanted and I ached for it too. But he'd have to wait. I teased him a little more.
I gently caressed the outline of engorged cock with my lips and tongue. My hand tickled his balls and I just gave him the hint of pressure on his cock head for the briefest of seconds. He was panting and trying to thrust his cock into my mouth. His hands were on my shoulders and caressing the back of my head. He could have pushed me down onto him, but he knew what I was doing and he liked the tease. As I continued he panted harder, and he whispered, "I love you so much." And then I decided to give him what he craved.
I pulled the pouch to the side and his rock hard cock sprang free. I took it in my hand and kissed the tip before taking the full length in my warm wet mouth. Andy moaned in ecstacy and pushed his hips forward. He wanted his fat cock deeper in my throat. I willingly accepted him. Then I raked my soft wet lips the full length of his cock. As I repeated that action my thick fingers found and probed his now hot, open hole. He accepted my fingers easily, just as I accepted his ample cock in my throat.
Instinctively, we shifted into the 69 position so we could each get what we wanted from each other. He didn't waste any time either. He pulled my pouch to the side and swallowed my 8 inches. He moaned as he took me in his wet mouth. He sucked, slurped, and slobbered on my hard cock using his lips, tongue, throat and even a little teeth to bring me ecstasy. I pushed my cock deeper. I felt it hit the back of his throat. Then I felt his throat open and he swallowed my cock while. He was a pro. I pulled my cock out and felt the under ridge of my cock head drag across his tongue. Then I pushed forward and went deep in his throat again, with ease this time. I was now fucking his throat.
I reached forward and grabbed his knees. I bent him in half with my cock deep in his throat. He was ass up now and I hungrily ate his hole. I was kissing licking sucking and tonging his sweet pussy. I felt him smacking my ass. I was buried so deep in his throat that he couldn't breath. He was getting light headed and it wasn't just from my assilingus. I pulled out and he gasped for air. I released his legs and his chest was heaving. So sexy. I leaned down and kissed him and Andy whispered to me, "fuck me!" And I did.
I went around the other end of the bed. Pulled him by his feet and planted them on my shoulders. I teased his hole with my cock and I swear it opened to receive me. I nearly sucked me all the way in. My knife slipped into his butter and his heat surrounded me. As I was pounding him I realized, this was the exact scenario as the first time John fucked me in my kitchen table. He owned me that night. Destroyed my marriage. Now I was owning Andy. The only difference was love. John and I were just fucking. Andy and I were making love.
We were so in sync with our rythyms and desires. We mastered the art of cumming together. Andys cock was stretching his jock pouch and his fat head was covered in pre cum. I touched him, I was close. I called out, "Im gonna cum!" I leaned over and planted my lips firmly on his. I sucked his tongue to mine His cock was pressed against my abs and as I pounded his hole I created enough friction on his cock. We both called out and then we shot our loads. Me in his ass and him in his jock. We kissed hard and each said, "I love you." Then the door opened and John stood there, staring, mouth agape, watching his lover embrace another man. "What the fuck is this???
That's why I seduced Andy. He was this smoking hot 22 year old I used to coach in high school. He was a good wrestler then and he kept at it. His workout efforts were obvious and he wrestled in a local competitive league. I thought about joining just get my hands on him or grind up against him, maybe feel his balls on my face but it would be hard to conceal my erections now that I accepted wanting to fuck every wrestler out there. Andy worked for me at the supermarket on the overnight shift. He'd come in after his workout and I would stay late to do the ordering so our schedules overlapped for about an hour. Then I'd go home and take a serious ass fucking from John. Sometimes I'd imagine Andy pounding my hole and I'd cum that much faster.
I'd watch Andy as he worked. I wanted to feel his broad shoulders, solid torso, and bulging thighs pressed against me, but I could never let on. He'd be shocked if he knew I was a homo. Then, one night I noticed a thick jock strap waist band sticking out of his jeans when he bent over in front of me. Could HE be seducing ME? I don't know, but I was now determined to find out.
I concocted a plan for him to get messy at work and give him a reason to take off his tight jeans in front of me. I ordered several cases of the big olive oil cans for him to unpack. I put the cases on the floor in the aisle and prepped the cans by lightly slicing into three of the four 1 gallon containers and put them back in the box. When Andy picked them up from the box, the slit would open and oil would spill out. He'd slip in it, get messy , and then need to change. My plan worked like a charm, and we both got messy that night. I had on a black jock and he had on white jock that was rank with sweat and stained. We grinded, kissed, wrestled and fucked hard. I was deep inside his tight muscular ass and I rode him hard. We shared each other's cum and saliva a few times that night.
We've been fucking regularly at the condo for the past two weeks. John was a truck driver and was driving to the other coast. Andy came back to the condo and weve made passionate love almost every night. Lots of kissing and appreciating each other's bodies. He loved to feel my neatly trimmed and muscled torso and thick hairy legs. Likewise I was enamored with his nearly hairless white, near perfect skin.
Andy's cock was perfect. His jock pouches were nicely filled by his ample ball sack and thick cock. He was hung about 6, or 6.5 but thick...really thick. Thicker than John. At first it was hard to take, but now it felt so good in my mouth and in my ass. I couldn't get enough and he felt the same about my cock. I think I love him.
Andy and I were in bed, just waking up in each other's arms. We both liked to sleep. Andy in a red one with a thick wasteband. I was in my camo jock. Whenever I wore it I was reminded of the night where John and three of his friends had me drugged, in a swing, and taking cocks in all openings all night long. That was a little scary, but that made it hotter! Still, I don't think I will do that again. I realized I like to fuck rather than just get fucked. I wanted to be deep inside Andy and I was about to fuck him now. We both woke horny.
I got up to piss and Andy stirred. He rolled over and pulled his knees up to his chest. I came back to bed and without a word I pulled the covers back and exposed his perfect back and exposed ass. He was vulnerable to me. I could see the pinkness of his pussy. Without waking him lubed up my fingers and gently massaged his hole. I leaned over and kissed his ear. He loved that and it made him squirm. He turned his head toward me and his lips met mine. We exchanged fluids as my fingers probed his heat.
My cock strained the pouch of my jock and the elastic engulfed my cock head. Any movement was exciting the many nerve endings and sending chills up my spine to my brain, making me love Andy even more. He turned toward me and we embraced. His hard cock pressed against mine and I could feel that we were perfectly in sync.
Even though we just woke, his smell and taste was so intoxicating. We talked about how we loved each other's man scents. This was the benefit. We were always ready to make love and with only minimal prep. We had just made love a few hours ago before we fell asleep in each other's arms. Now our scents and tastes were driving our wanton desires to the hilt again.
We kissed hard. Andy on his back with his legs spread wide, making everything open and accessible to me. It was clear that he wanted me inside him and my cock was seeking his heat. I wanted to be engulfed by him. But first I needed his cock in my mouth. My lips went from his mouth down to his neck, then to his nipples, then into his hairy armpits. There and his crotch were the only hairy parts on him. As I tasted his sweat, I drank in his man scents as deep as I could. I welcomed his scents, fluids, and body to be deep inside me at any time. I couldn't get enough.
I moved from his pits and raked my beard across his tight abs. That drove him nuts. I knew it. He through his head back and arched his back. His hips came forward and the bulging red pouch came forward. I knew what he wanted and I ached for it too. But he'd have to wait. I teased him a little more.
I gently caressed the outline of engorged cock with my lips and tongue. My hand tickled his balls and I just gave him the hint of pressure on his cock head for the briefest of seconds. He was panting and trying to thrust his cock into my mouth. His hands were on my shoulders and caressing the back of my head. He could have pushed me down onto him, but he knew what I was doing and he liked the tease. As I continued he panted harder, and he whispered, "I love you so much." And then I decided to give him what he craved.
I pulled the pouch to the side and his rock hard cock sprang free. I took it in my hand and kissed the tip before taking the full length in my warm wet mouth. Andy moaned in ecstacy and pushed his hips forward. He wanted his fat cock deeper in my throat. I willingly accepted him. Then I raked my soft wet lips the full length of his cock. As I repeated that action my thick fingers found and probed his now hot, open hole. He accepted my fingers easily, just as I accepted his ample cock in my throat.
Instinctively, we shifted into the 69 position so we could each get what we wanted from each other. He didn't waste any time either. He pulled my pouch to the side and swallowed my 8 inches. He moaned as he took me in his wet mouth. He sucked, slurped, and slobbered on my hard cock using his lips, tongue, throat and even a little teeth to bring me ecstasy. I pushed my cock deeper. I felt it hit the back of his throat. Then I felt his throat open and he swallowed my cock while. He was a pro. I pulled my cock out and felt the under ridge of my cock head drag across his tongue. Then I pushed forward and went deep in his throat again, with ease this time. I was now fucking his throat.
I reached forward and grabbed his knees. I bent him in half with my cock deep in his throat. He was ass up now and I hungrily ate his hole. I was kissing licking sucking and tonging his sweet pussy. I felt him smacking my ass. I was buried so deep in his throat that he couldn't breath. He was getting light headed and it wasn't just from my assilingus. I pulled out and he gasped for air. I released his legs and his chest was heaving. So sexy. I leaned down and kissed him and Andy whispered to me, "fuck me!" And I did.
I went around the other end of the bed. Pulled him by his feet and planted them on my shoulders. I teased his hole with my cock and I swear it opened to receive me. I nearly sucked me all the way in. My knife slipped into his butter and his heat surrounded me. As I was pounding him I realized, this was the exact scenario as the first time John fucked me in my kitchen table. He owned me that night. Destroyed my marriage. Now I was owning Andy. The only difference was love. John and I were just fucking. Andy and I were making love.
We were so in sync with our rythyms and desires. We mastered the art of cumming together. Andys cock was stretching his jock pouch and his fat head was covered in pre cum. I touched him, I was close. I called out, "Im gonna cum!" I leaned over and planted my lips firmly on his. I sucked his tongue to mine His cock was pressed against my abs and as I pounded his hole I created enough friction on his cock. We both called out and then we shot our loads. Me in his ass and him in his jock. We kissed hard and each said, "I love you." Then the door opened and John stood there, staring, mouth agape, watching his lover embrace another man. "What the fuck is this???
