Date: Sat, 3 Jul 2004 18:58:37 EDT
From: Calcubx2@aol.com
Subject: One Man's Jock Strap - Part 2

Thanks for all the great emails from everyoen that enjoyed the first part
of this story. Hope you like the finale!


Wes-------

	I worked three straight 14 hour shifts and was exhausted. I picked
up a six pack on the way home, figuring I'd finish off the whole thing
before I crashed for the night. It was too damn hot inside and I was
sweating like a pig so I went out to the deck, much cooler, especially
after I stripped down to my jock, his jock. I rubbed my damp balls thinking
about that guy a few days ago as I quickly downed a beer. I opened a
second; let the cold foam drip out the sides of my mouth, down my
sweltering chest. `That guy was such a hot fuck, damn good.

	I stroked, feeling my bone grow another inch, as I downed another
brew. The wind picked up, I could smell the stink of sweat, the dried spunk
and piss on the jock. I leaned over to get a strong whiff which made my
cock poke out. Bending over a little further to lick the glossy head I
could taste the gluey scum start to leak. Holding my club at the base,
after a tight squeeze I was rewarded with a jet of steamy pre-jizz. I
slapped my fat bullet-headed meat on my tongue, until I needed to get
more. I swallowed an inch of my steely shaft, another two inches.

	I got up for another beer, pushing the head of my meat down into to
the damp jock-pocket. A quick wank and off to bed would probably have been
the best but I was too horny now. I grabbed my duffle, pulled out the small
notepad and found what I was looking for. It was only 9:00 pm, I figured
what the heck. I set the bottle down on the patio table, slipped a hand
onto my dick and dialed the number I found after I'd run a check on the
license plate.

	"Hello." The voice answered.

	"Is this Matt Grayson?" I asked coldly.

	"Yes." He asked. "Who is this?"

	"Mr. Grayson, I believe I have something of yours and wanted to
return it."

	"Who is this?" He asked again.

	"This is Officer Colton, Highway Patrol." There was
silence. "Mr. Grayson, were you stopped by an officer on Wednesday, May
22nd at approximately 4:25pm?" I was reading from my notes.

	"Yes I was." He was hesitant.

	"I believe, sir, the officer took advantage of the situation for
personal reasons. Is that correct sir?" Silence. "Please listen to this and
let me know if you can identify the sound." I leaned over and noisily
slurped on the tip of my beefy-baton, the phone inches away.

	"I'm, I'm not sure." The voice was frightened.

	"Does that sound like someone sucking dick?" I decided to stop
playing with him. "Since we were interrupted that day I haven't had a
chance to bust my nuts and I was sitting here thinking about you going down
my cock, since no one's here to suck it I had to do it by myself. Then I
thought you might not be busy, and^Å?"

	"No, I'm not busy, well I was but I'm not now?" His voice picked
up, enthusiastically.

	"And, sir, exactly what were you doing?" I asked in my 'Officer'
tone. "Would it have anything to do with playing with your hot little butt
hole?"

	There was a slight moan. "Yeah. Can you really suck your own dick?"

	"I'll do it, just before I shove it down your throat." There was
another long sigh; I took another swallow of beer. "Matt, ever have a beer
bottle up your ass?"

	"You're a pig. And it won't happen." He laughed.

	"We'll see." I gave him directions and told him not to speed, I
know the cops on those roads!

	Fifteen minutes later I just finished pouring myself a scotch rocks
when he knocked on the door. Dressed in shorts and tank-top, he tentatively
walked in and I offered him a drink. We went outside, he marveled at the
setting. An acre of forested land, not far from the city, very
private. There were a few minutes of uncomfortable silence until I put my
hand on his well-rounded butt.

	"What did you have up you ass?" I asked.

	He looked up at me innocently. "Did?" His hand slipped under my
shorts and fondled my meat. His mouth found a tit, fastened on the growing
peak. I let him play, getting me hotter and hornier.

	I finally had to stop him. "Too much beer." I said, hauling my
crank out of the jock and started to take a leak over the side of the deck.

	"I thought^Å" He started.

	"Not tonight." I said. "Different game." His hands slid my shorts
down, he squatted behind me, hands pried my cheeks apart. I groaned as the
tongue slid up my crack. "You're making it hard to piss." He stopped, but
only for a moment until I'd emptied my bladder. No sooner had I shook out
the last few drops, the tongue slathered down and back, slowly, teasing.

	"Can I make it hard now?" He asked innocently. I leaned on the
railing and ground my butt into face in reply.

	"Damn, I don't know what's hotter, your ass or you mouth." I was
getting lost in the sensations of his tongue forcing my hole open, his
fingers tickling my nuts. He pulled the straps of the jock, they snapped
painfully on my butt. "Fucker." I yelled and twirled around.

	In seconds, his tank top was in tatters, the shorts in no better
shape. I sat, pulled him onto my lap. His white-hairy ass was soon beet red
with each slap. I spanked as he yelled and whimpered, and fucked his hard
prick between my thighs. With one hand, I fingered between his spread legs,
continuing to smack him. "What's this?" I pulled on the blunted end of the
dildo, it was an eight incher. "What the fuck is this?" And I shoved it
back in, brutally, it made him squirm. "You call me a pig and then walk in
here with a rubber cock shoved up your hole. I know, you were fucking
yourself and jacking yourself off when I called and I know you were
thinking about me fucking you. Was that it? You shoving this thing up your
butt and thinking 'bout my big, stiff fuck-rod? Were you Matt?"

	"Yes!" He screamed.

	I slid the dildo out again, slowly pushing it back in while I
reached under and grabbed the bloated knob of his joint. It was wet,
leaking, dripping. He didn't see me bring my fingers to my lips to taste
his sweet slime.

	"Can you really?" I heard him ask quietly. I didn't' reply. "Can I
watch?"

	"Get me another drink." I let him down, slowly.

	He came back, standing a few feet from me. "What's your name?"

	"Wes." I pulled him to me, holding his thighs between mine. His
stiff-horny shaft waving in front of my face. I tasted the scotch, put it
down. I traced a finger up his meat, the thick bulging vein, circled the
spongy rim of his mushroom. I stood, pulled the jock aside, freeing my
stiffness and pulled the two blood-engorged heads together. I pumped his
rod coating my dick with his discharge. I simultaneously sat and shoved him
down. "Lick my balls." He did as he was told, his eyes never leaving
mine. I bent forward, tongue extended. I lightly lapped the viscous cream,
tasting the mixture of our pre-scum from my cock-knob. I followed down the
sensitive ridge, just under the head, licking around the fleshy flange. It
slid into my mouth, another inch of my shaft popped down my throat. His
eyes were wide as he chewed my nuts. I swallowed another inch, then
another. I pulled back and fell back into the chair. I was suddenly tired,
very tired.

	He massaged my thighs, inside and out, across my abs, my chest. I
closed my eyes enjoying the sensation as he worked at the knots in my
shoulders and neck. I found myself fall into another world at his touch. My
balls sprang awake, he'd maneuvered his ass silently and gracefully onto my
cock, slide down easily to the base. His lips caressed my ear.

	"That's it baby, fuck yourself on that fat cop-cock. You are so
tight, so hot, milking my dick. C'mon, nice and slow. Don't want to shoot
too soon, need to work myself up a thick, creamy load for you." He pulled
almost off me, the head of his stalk poked into my face. I licked the
fleshy helmet to taste his oozing sap. I grasped his hips just in time, I'd
almost slipped out of him when tried to slam his dick down my throat. "No
way, gotta finish what you start. Maybe if you're real good I'll give you a
treat." He stopped in mid-stroke, squeezed his muscles tight, waiting. "You
hold off til I squirt then maybe, just maybe if it's thick and tasty as I
think it's gonna be you can plant those pretty ass-lips over my mouth and
I'll lick my sweet honey from your hole."

	He ground his ass down; his over-sized dick slapped my belly
trailing spunk.

	"You like that?" I went on. "Your cock's getting harder thinking
about my tongue sliding up your greasy hole, slurping up my spent spunk."
He pounded up and down. "Then if you ain't shot yet, I may just get a drink
of your warm cum-custard straight from that big spigot sticking out between
your legs." I wrapped my hands around his shaft making him shake.

	"Don't," He yelled. "Stop or I'll blow, want to shoot down your
throat. Fucking yeah, cum up my ass!"

	The way his butt-muscles were working me, it wasn't going to take
long. I picked him up; my crank buried to the hilt and carried him to the
bedroom, where I collapsed on top of him. He grunted as I slammed into him,
my balls slapping between his spread legs.

	"Fuck me," he was screaming. "C'mon daddy, plow my ass with your
hairy fuck-hose. Feels so good, fuck harder."

	"You want it, don't you, Matt." I pummeled in and out, cock
throbbing, nuts aching to discharge their weighty deposit. "You want my
load, you want to feel my burning spunk drench your sweet ass." I fucked
savagely for another few minutes until my balls were tingling. "Here it
comes, baby, gonna^Å.shoot^Å.my^Å^Åload^Å.gonna^Å.cummmmmm!" I pounded,
pumping my hot seed up his butt. Just as he milked the last few drops I
pulled out and dove between his legs. A slow trickle of creamy jizz oozed
from his loosed ass-lips. I slurped my sweet-salty spunk, digging my tongue
in roughly. He bucked against my face as I ate his ass.

	"Need to shoot." He moaned. "Suck me off, please, want to feel your
mouth on my cock. Gotta cum, please."

	I tasted the juicy head, the constant stream of sperm coating the
blood-engorged knob. I grabbed his nuts and swallowed him to the balls. I
pulled back up as his thick dick-meat shuddered, he grunted as the first
steamy blast of his rich cock-broth splattered hotly against the back of my
throat. I swallowed three more shots of his milky discharge then stroked
his spraying meat while I went back to eating his furry hole. He ground his
butt in my face as he finished shooting off until he collapsed back on the
bed, spent. I crawled up on top of him and almost instantly fell asleep.


Matt-------

	I was half way home the next afternoon when Brad called.

	"Matt, you should see this guy's webcam on the net, it is fucking
hot?" Brad asked without saying hello. `He's been jerking off for half an
hour."

	 "And you've been whacking your dick right along with him. What
does he look like?"

	"Probably early 30's, buff, huge pecs and thighs. Cock's a nice
seven inches and uncut. Keeps pulling the foreskin over the head, dripping
a lot too. He's bending over and showing his hole, man I'd love to ram his
ass. I'm so horny, why don't you come over?"

	"Brad, I can't. I'm too spent, maybe tomorrow after I get some
rest." I told him.

       "Did you get stopped by another cop?"

	I laughed. "No, not another cop. The same one. He called, I spent
the night."

	"Shit, was it as good as last time?"

	"It was a hell of a lot better? Brad, this guy is so fucking
hot. And guess what I've got on, that jock strap that kid left in your
office, he still had it and you wouldn't believe what it smells like. He
sweats like a pig!"

	Brad was moaning. "Details, dude, give me details. Did you get your
ass plowed again?

	"Yeah." I told him. "After he pumps about a gallon of steamy
cop-cream up my ass he gets down there and digs his tongue up my hole,
slurping up his spent jizz. And this morning I'm out on the deck enjoying a
nice cup of coffee, I was wearing the jock and playing with myself when he
comes out and starts pistol whipping me with his fat club. My dick was so
hard I thought it was rip the jockstrap. He gets down and sniffs my crotch
and tells me it's almost ripe then straddles me and shoves his soft log in
my mouth and starts pissing. I get a hot stream searing the back of my
throat. I just opened my mouth and let it spill down my chest, soaking my
crotch. All of the sudden he gets a hard-on, fast and I have half his meat
down my throat."

	"Oh yeah, my balls are tingling. Help me cum, Matt. What's his cock
like?" Brad begged.

	"Enormous, huge, thick. Nine inches of solid cop-meat. When he's
hard the veins pulse, the ridge bulges. I can barely get my fingers around
the base, his shaft tapers toward the top and the head. Fuck, Brad, the
head is a perfect helmet, plump, smooth skinned. And he leaks like you
wouldn't believe. Sweetest juice."

	"What about his balls?" Brad was moaning.

	"Smooth shaved, tight and full of cream. I was chewing his nuts
while he sucked himself." I was starting to get hard again.

	Brad's breathes were ragged. "Hell, the guy on the net just
popped. His belly's covered in spunk. I gotta shoot, I'm so close."

	By that time I was home and stripped. "I'm naked." I told
him. "Sniffing the jockstrap."

	"Oh shit, talk, tell me what happened after he drained his
bladder."

	"He turns around, sticks his beefy butt in my face, pulls the
cheeks apart and his little brown-eye is winking at me. I buried my face in
his crack and started licking when he bends over and plants his mouth in my
crotch, chewing my balls through the jock. I'm eating his ass like mad
while he's gnawing on my dick. It was amazing, he grabbed me around the
waist and pulled me through his legs and before I know it he's holding me
upside down with my legs over his head and his tongue starts dancing in my
hole. His big staff is staring me in the face, I lick his piss slit and get
a gush of warm pre-cum^Å"

	Brad interrupted me. "That's it, gonna shoot."

	"He dropped me a few inches and I gagged when the shaft slid down
my mouth."

	"Oh fuck." Brad moaned. "Oh yeah, cummmmm^Å^Å."

	"Shoot it, buddy. Making me start to drip." My cock was rock hard
but after the night with Wes I didn't think I had jizz left in my nuts. I
waited until Brad calmed down. "Feel better?" I asked him.

	"Yeah, thanks. Sure you don't want to come over. I'm still horny?"

	"Need some sleep." I was too tired. "Maybe we can have lunch
tomorrow. Okay?"

	I woke up the next morning well rested. Brad picked me up at 11:00;
we ate and drove out to a nearby state park for a hike. I continued telling
him about the previous morning, with Wes as we walked.

	"After ten minutes or so of stretching my hole with his tongue he
gets me spread-eagle against the deck railing and starts to slap my
butt-cheeks with one hand and crams three fingers up my ass with the other
until I'm begging him to stick it in and fuck me. I feel the head poke in,
and then he starts teasing, pushes it in an inch then almost pulls out. His
hands held hips so I couldn't move. I pleading with him the entire time to
just dick me and he keeps playing until I squeezed my ass-muscles and held
his knob, kneading his big cock-head when he finally shoves his meat all
the way in to the balls."

	`Shit." Brad sighed. There was a noticeable bulge in his shorts, he
wasn't wearing anything underneath.

	"After a few minutes I could feel the sweat dripping off his chest
onto my back, his nuts smacking, loud and wet, between my legs. He reached
under, pushed the jockstrap aside and grabbed my nut sac, pulling down hard
enough to make me scream. He's long-dicking me fast, tugging on my bag
making my hard-on slap my belly. I was just about ready to cream my load
and he pulled out, said he needed a break. He sat down and starts playing
with his nips. I can see the lube juicing from his cock-head the harder he
twisted his tits the more juice. He bent down and licked the slimy oil,
routing his tongue into his piss slit."

	I followed Brad in through a grove of trees off the path, knowing
what was on his mind. My dick was so stiff it was going break through the
jock. I couldn't take it anymore, I slipped my shorts off and dropped to my
knees. He unzipped and his hard staff sprang out and slid down my waiting
throat. I fingered his sweaty balls as I sucked on him, his thickness
filling my mouth. His hands clutched my head, forcing his meat in and
out. My throbbing hard-on stretched the jock, I reached down to stroke
myself causing a quiver in my nuts, and my asshole itched. I slurped his
cock-drool.

	"Holy Christ." Brad had eased himself down to the ground, never
losing contact with my mouth and buried his face in my half covered
crotch. "This thing is rank." He said just before planting his mouth on the
cup of the jockstrap, chewing the stain covered material.

	I felt his already swollen prick spasm nearly choking me. I felt an
incredible wetness surround my distended cock-knob, my shaft disappeared
down his gullet. His fingers played further down and my legs spread
instinctively allowing him access to my sweaty ass-bud. I lapped his balls,
rolling each hairy orb in my mouth. A finger pierced my hole, the long
digit tickling my prostate. I had to pull him off my cock before I blew. I
stood, slipped out of the jock and tossed it to Brad. He lifted his legs,
still laying on the ground and slithered into the jock. I took advantage of
his position and buried my face in his abundantly hairy crack.

	"Fucking A, eat my ass." He wriggled as my tongue loosed the tight
ring.

	"Is this a private party or can anyone join in?" The deep voice
startled both of us, we scrambled to get up.

	Two men had been watching us. The one that spoke was a handsome
muscular man in early forties, all we could see of the second man was the
back of his shaved head, back and the fleshy cheeks of a very fuckable ass
spread as he squatted in front of his partner giving him head. Brad
recovered first and walked toward them. He ran fingers across the man's
chest then leaned forward to chew on one distended nipple. The man sighed,
cupped Brad's ass in a large hand. Not wanting to be left out I lay beneath
the sucker's exposed butt. The tight circle of flesh freshly shaved. The
musky scent of his crack made me hornier; I flicked the wrinkled hole with
my tongue, gently. The hand on my head pushed me deeper into the cleft. I
reached around and felt the cock-head wet with slime. His dick came to
life, pulsating between my fingers.

	"Fuck." I heard some one say. The ass lifted slightly, I could see
he was younger than the other man, our age. Completely shaved except a
luxurious growth of jet black pubic hair. His face was inches from Brad's
crotch, inhaling deeply. "How many times have you cum on that?" He asked,
eyes never leaving the jockstrap.

	"It's been around recently, four different guys including me. Taste
it." Brad said to him.

	The guy didn't wait to be asked twice. His mouth covered the pouch
and I went back to eating his tail. I soon felt my legs spread and pushed
toward my shoulders. The older guy slide his tongue, in one long swoop,
from the tip of my hardness, down the shaft, licked across my balls and
down between my legs. I attacked his partner's hole savagely as two fingers
eased through my already stretched ass-lips. His buddy swiveled around to
swallow my crank as I felt the tip of an erection pierce my hole and slowly
sink to the base. A pair of hands pulled on the guys hips, I glanced up to
see Brad's steely prick penetrate the spit-lubed opening. I listened to the
sounds of flesh-slapping flesh as I munched on the throbbing pole and
slapped the guy's rounded butt-cheeks, driving his shaft further down my
throat.

	It wasn't too long before I started to get uncomfortable, getting
plowed on the forest floor sounds more romantic than it is. The guy fucking
me started to pick up the pace, pile driving into me when his knob hit my
prostate in just the right way. A deep, guttural moan started down in my
abdomen; growing louder as I pushed my ass back to force his dick further
into me. I heard someone else, I thought it was Brad, start to mutter that
he was close to shooting. I felt the engorged rod throb against the tight
walls of my ass and shoved my cock into the sucking mouth just as I felt my
balls churn and a burst of juice shoot up my shaft. I sensed the guy gag
when I filled his mouth with spunk.

	Brad and I must have shot at the same time because as my orgasmic
convulsions subsided, he pulled out and I felt a wet trickle of cream drop
onto my forehead. The man I was sucking abruptly sat up and planted his
drenched hole on my face as he stroked himself off. I tasted the juicy
hole, licking up Brad's spent cum-custard and listened to the two men, both
nearing their climax. I tongue fucked the guy like crazy, I felt his balls
slap wetly on my chest as he beat off. The cock that had been battering my
butt was wrenched out as both men loudly groaned and panted, breathes
deepened until I felt the hot pellets splatter my belly, soaking the hairs
on my chest as they emptied their balls in unison.


Brad-------

	I dropped Matt off later that afternoon and finished the rest of my
weekend errands. By late evening I was back on the net checking out my
favorite web cam sites and the jock strap was soon stretched by my pounding
erection. The hotter and sweatier I got the more I could smell the aromas;
the mixture of cum, piss, perspiration, man-musk. I leaned over and the
concentrated fragrance filled my nostrils. I lay on the floor slowly
throwing my legs behind my head to stretch my back, again and again. Each
time getting more and more turned on when I inhaled the heady
scent. Finally, in bed I spread my legs and eased them back with my arms
gripping my thighs. I reached out with my tongue, just barely able to touch
the bulging pouch. With a mind of its own, my hard cock sprung out, pointed
into my face. I caressed the shaft and was rewarded with a bead of pre-jizz
that dripped lazily onto my tongue. I felt a sudden spasm start in my back
and lowered my legs. My impatient prick was screaming for attention so I
eased off the jock, leaning over for one more lap across my cock-knob as I
pulled it off my ankles.

	I lay back and gripped my steely pole. I brought the jock strap to
my mouth, tasting the pungent cloth with my mind a blur thinking about Matt
and the cop, Madsen and his buddy, and who else may have worn it. My hand
was a blur, jacking myself; my mind saw the myriad of cocks, cum, piss,
sweat. I chewed and stroked until finally I wasn't able to hold back any
more. My ass flew off the bed as I pumped myself, cum spraying everywhere
as I groaned into the jock shoved in my mouth.

	It was mid-afternoon Wednesday during wrestling practice and I was
hot and sweaty, again. I was on the mat with one of the students and I
could smell it. I'd worn the jock strap under my sweats and it was ripe
which gave me a bone-on. Thankfully I also had on an over sized t-shirt so
no one could see my erection. Then I spotted Madsen, in the back watching
me. I had them pair off, observed and gave pointers. I wandered over toward
the corner mat and made a comment to a student who got up and went to study
the techniques of some of the better wrestlers. I got down replacing him as
Madsen's partner.

	We grappled, he fought to keep me away but within minutes of
tumbling around I could feel his hardness bump against me. I rolled, pinned
him, ground my stiffness into the small of his back. He struggled and
rebounded. We wrestled for another few minutes, my eyes constantly drifting
around the room, watching until I knew I had him. My arm slid between his
legs, shoulder in his groin with his head scissor locked between my
thighs. I glanced up to make sure no one was watching I pulled back the leg
hole of my shorts and moved my crotch to his face. I felt his wet mouth
suck the jock, the heat penetrated to my mushroom, my juices seeped through
the fabric.

	My shoulder was cradled within his groin. I looked around again and
leaned forward and crunched his balls, his back arched and accentuated the
swollen mound of his shaft. There was an almost silent "nrgh" when he
shuddered then a small circle of moisture became visible. It quickly spread
as he silently drained his balls. He twisted toward the wall, arms shedding
his singlet so it hung down to cover his waist. I'm sure no one noticed as
he sauntered toward the locker room.

	After an explosive jack off session that night I gave it a rest for
a couple of days, I had to. The jock was keeping me horny as a teenager and
I was concerned one of the faculty or students would notice my perpetual
hard-on. I did have it on when I went for an early morning run Saturday and
it wasn't long before I was soaked in sweat. I stopped by a coffee shop
near campus, it was crowded as usual. As I stepped up to order an iced tea
someone bumped me roughly from behind. He started to apologize but stopped
mid-sentence when I turned around and he realized who I was. It was the guy
I'd caught with Madsen in my office. My nuts started to tingle when his
eyes went directly to my crotch.

	"Can I buy you a coffee?" I asked him and watched his face
flush. He nodded and followed me as I carried our drinks outside, choosing
the furthest table. We talked, I learned he was a business major hoping to
transfer to State the following year and one of his passions was running,
relay and hurdles.

	I cross my legs, absentmindedly scratching my balls through the leg
opening of my shorts. His eyes flickered, watching but having a difficult
time concentrating on what he was telling me. He stopped talking, I could
tell he was trying not to look at the rhythmic thump bulging under the
straining jock.

	"How's the science class going?" I asked not able to look at him
directly.

	"Uh, I'm not taking science." He replied simply.

	"Really, a few weeks ago, Madsen said he thought you'd left your
science project in my office when I interrupted the two of you." I ran a
finger along the edge of the pouch, the tip of my cock slipped out, purple
and swollen. It glistened with a trickle of jizz. It had only taken a
second and the way my shorts were arranged only he could see it.

	"Oh shit." He breathed quietly. His face reddened.

	I decided to let him off the hook. "If it wasn't a science project
then it undoubtedly qualifies now." He gawked when I told him I'd `loaned'
it to a friend who passed it on to a state trooper. "So Jake, you have
plans this morning or do you want to hang out?" I stood waiting for his
reply. None came so I started to walk back to my car.

	In less than a minute he was along side me, asking, "Do you know
what we were doing in your office?"

	"No, not exactly, but I have a few ideas." I answered bluntly.

	"Look, I was horny, okay? I'd got the jock from some kid in the
locker room, we'd jacked off in it and wearing it made it made me get even
hornier. I didn't want to use your office, it was Madsen's idea. He wanted
to get fucked on top of your desk. I knew we shouldn't have but my dick was
doing the thinking. The whole time I was screwing him I was fantasizing
about rubbing my face in your ass." It was my turn to blush as he continued
talking. "Yeah, I've seen you in the showers a few times, hair everywhere,
gets me hard just remembering. Madsen told me about the time he caught you
beating off, said you shot a geyser of spunk."

	We'd made our way across campus, near the parking lots. I spotted
an alcove behind one of the buildings; I glanced around to see if anyone
was near and pulled him into the darkened recess. I groped him, feeling his
sturdy rod as I fumbled to free my cock. He slipped to his knees to
momentarily flick his tongue across the bruised piss slit, then half my
shaft disappeared down his mouth. Within seconds I could hear voices,
getting nearer. I yanked out of his grip to cover up just as two students
walked past unaware that we were there. I started to go back out when he
pulled down the back of my shorts, I felt a tongue glide up between my butt
cheeks, brush against my hole. Again there were voices getting close. I
pulled him up and out in the open.

	Jake waited until I had pulled out of the parking lot before diving
for my crotch. He smothered his face in the sweat dampened jock and nuzzled
my aching prick. I unzipped his shorts, slipped a hand under the tented
boxers to discover his hidden treasure ^Ö my fingers gripped the solid
flesh pole. His legs spread while I stroked the length of him and he nursed
on my drooling cock-knob. By the time I pulled into my garage I had a
finger probing his tight sphincter. It took him a few more minutes before
he realized we were no longer moving.

	The phone was ringing as I unlocked the door. It was Matt. "Bad
timing." I told him.

	"What's going on?" He wanted to know.

	`"Remember the guys I caught in my office?"

	"Yeah, the shaved one was a hot little number." Matt had no problem
remembering Madsen.

	"Not him, the other one. Listen." I told him and held the phone
down to where Jake was noisily eating my cock. I hung up without saying
goodbye.

	I pulled him off me and walked toward the bedroom, shedding my
clothes along the way. I lay on the bed naked; he stood at the doorway with
his stiff rod jutting out the jock. His hard, young body was soon pressed
against mine; I cupped the rounded mounds of his ass, kneading them as our
tongues explored the insides of each others mouths. He nuzzled my neck,
snaking across my shoulders down my chest. He nibbled my tits gently
between his teeth making me squirm. He tongue licked into the crook of my
arm, lapping the salty sweat beaded in my armpit all the while running his
fingers lightly ran through the hairs covering my belly, twisting through
my pubes until the base of my shaft was gripped firmly in his hand.

	My hands roamed across his smooth skin, the muscled chest, tight
abs. I maneuver him around until his lips made contact with my over-heated
prick. His dick raged beneath the stretched mesh fabric. I ran my fingers
down his crack, I chewed his balls, his skin was damp with sweat. I pulled
off the jock to swallow his seven inches down my throat in one gulp. He
bucked against me, trying not to gag on my inflexible stalk jabbing into
the back of his throat. We were going at it fast and furious.

	I pulled his cheeks apart, the tip of my finger tracing the
hair-lined crevice. I rubbed a finger-tip lightly across his wrinkled bud
^Ö I felt him tremble against me. He shifted down, scraping his tongue
across my nut-sac, the wet heat slithering between my legs. He flicked
wildly up and down my crack; it seemed he needed to savor the moment
because it would soon be taken away. His unshaven face scraped enticingly
along the skin of my thighs; it was my turn to shudder as he attacked my
hole. His meat slipped from my mouth, I moved down to his `nads, the sac
dripping with sweat, the rounded eggs disappearing into his groin. I coaxed
out his left nut, rolling it around in my mouth, then the right. Like a
mini-hoover I had both, gently chewing on them.

	Beads of perspiration dripped on my forehead. Holding his thighs I
guided him down until his pink blossom was aligned with my extended tongue
and lowered him. I heard his muffled grunt as I poked and prodded the tight
ring until it relaxed. I reamed him while reaching around to fondle his
raging boner, it was slick with jizz.

	"Don't." He yelled pulling his face out of my crack. "I'll cream."

	Ignoring his own pleas he shoved back harder onto my face, forcing
my tongue further into him. He was eating my ass in a frenzy, bucking and
bouncing as I stroked him. I felt his distended flesh-tube grow and his
entire body convulsed. My tongue was buried deep in his anal canal when I
felt a bolt of searing liquid splat in the middle of my chest. I stroked
his belching organ, it pumped another four more squirts of fiery juice
before he rolled away, panting.

	"Sorry, man, I warned you." He said between breaths.

	"No need to be sorry. " I told him. "I'm sure there's more where
that came from." I trailed my tongue up the drenched cock, tasting his
sweet cum-scum. He wriggled away from me when I swallowed the
over-sensitive head. He reached down beside the bed to grab the jock-strap
and sopped up the juice pooled in the center of my chest then tossed it
back onto the floor as he straddled my waist.

	He hands roamed my body. "You need a shower, you reek. Sweat and
sex." He said grinning down at me.

	"Is that a complaint?" He didn't say anything when I grabbed his
still stiff prick. I ground my cock between his legs. "Lay down so I can
fuck you."

	"Not gonna happen." He said bluntly, wriggling his ass.

	"Is that a dare?" I tweaked his nipples.

	"Nope, statement of fact."

	"Fine, Jake." I replied. "Doesn't have to be lying down; we can do
it standing up, against the wall, in the living room, the kitchen table is
sturdy enough. Hell, the engine should have cooled down by now so you're
back won't get burned when you're splayed against the hood of the
car. You're choice but your ass is mine."

       He looked at me, stone faced for a long time before he
replied. "We'll start with the kitchen table then see how long you last."

Jake-------

	I spent most of Sunday at the library, studying for finals. Madsen
found me there early in the evening.

	"Where the hell were you last night, we were all looking for you?
"He asked, sounding pissed off.

	I told him where I'd been, in graphic detail. His mouth
dropped. "The guy is insatiable. If I hadn't made him drive me home this
morning," I told him, "I don't think I'd be able to walk, which I'm still
having problems doing. But I'm not complaining, it's just a little
uncomfortable.'

	`The hood of his car?" Madsen asked incredulously.

	I was probably a little too flip in my response. "Yeah, it can be
messy but 10/40 makes a great lube."

	I told him Brad's story about the jock strap as we walked back to
the dorm. Back in my room, his eyes grew when I threw it into his lap. His
pants were unzipped in a flash and I related the story I'd heard from Matt
when he called Brad the previous afternoon. I could barely get a rise out
of my spent cock but Madsen enjoyed a lengthy jack off while I talked.

	It was a tough week but by Thursday afternoon my exams were over. I
was heading back to the dorm when I saw him walking across campus, eyes
downcast, scowling. I ran over to him.

	"Hi." I said smiling expectantly. "What's the matter?"

	"Finals are a bitch." He replied, the blushed when he realized who
I was.

	"Yeah, they always are." I said quietly. "Look, best thing is to
get the energy out. Want to go for a run?" He looked hesitant. "C'mon,
let's go." I pulled him the other direction toward the gym.

	He walked along side me, silently. In the locker room he turned
away as he stripped, I noted the small globular mounds of his ass. We
headed out to the track and ran, pacing ourselves for almost an hour. He
seemed to be more relaxed. Our footsteps echoed in the abandoned building,
the gym even felt deserted. I followed him into the empty locker room and
couldn't stop myself from laying the palm of my hand on his
butt-cheek. That stopped him.

	I bumped into him to crush the swollen bulge of my groin against
his butt. He didn't pull away, even when I cupped the growing lump between
his legs. "I'm wearing your jock strap, Trevor." I whispered in his ear. I
felt a shuddering jolt run through him when I nibbled his neck.

	Suddenly, we stood still, listening to a faint drone of sound
coming from the end of the nearest row of lockers. He pulled away from my
grasp and slowly, quietly toward the noise. I followed and again crushed
against him when he stopped; I heard his almost silent gasp. I peered
around the corner and stared.

	Standing against the lockers was a naked hunk, eyes closed, lost in
his own world as he jacked on an impressively thick slab of meat. His hands
almost a blur as he stroked himself, moaning louder with each caress. My
hand reached under Trevor's loose shorts and found his engorged cock. He
purred softly as I fondled his hard club, I felt the small trickle of oily
juice coating the bloated helmet. My hand slid down the shaft to tickle the
weighty balls as we silently watched the guy get closer to orgasm. His
hands roamed his smooth chest, sleek with sweat, pinched at the stiffened
peaks of his tits - twisting them roughly. The hand quickly dropping,
fingers gripped the hairy sac and pulled as he brought himself to the
edge. He leaned back into the locker, with one last tug on his balls he
growled. A ropey strand of white spunk burst from his bruised piss-lips,
arcing high in the air before splattering along his chest. He milked his
exploding dick, his cum shower covering him and the bench with small
custardy puddles.

	I pulled Trevor back just as the guy was regaining his senses. We
hurried along to the far side of the room where we'd left our clothes. He
looked at me and smiled for a second, before my mouth was on his. We broke
apart only after we heard the shower. We grabbed our stuff and left, no way
were we going to get any privacy there. We were both horny and I was hoping
for a quickie before we went back to the dorm. We bounded up the stairs and
checked the doors on the second floor, no luck. On the third floor we found
an open storeroom, small and cramped, I pulled him in with me.

	He barely got the door shut before I was on my knees, his shorts
around his ankles and his solid seven inches were sliding down my
throat. He stood rigid, barely moving his hips as I slurped and slobbered,
hungry for his meat. I had one hand in my lap to free my own stiffness from
the tight confines of the jock. I tickled the inside of his thighs, danced
through the soft hairs. I cupped his balls, wet with dribbled spit as I
suctioned his cock. I felt his muscles tighten when I traced a finger
between his legs, toward his hole. I swallowed him down to the bulky root
and held him in my mouth, he trembled and relaxed. He pulled away as the
tip of my finger found the tight bud.

	"Not that." He pleaded. "I've never^Å."

	"Don't worry, this is going to feel incredible." I told him as I
swiveled him around, pushed down on the small of his back. Before he could
stop me my tongue was running laps up and down his sweat glistened
crack. He sighed loudly and rested his hands on his thighs as I ate his
ass. My hard-on was begging for attention. I wriggled out of my shorts and
moved up, resting the back of my thighs on my calves. He didn't resist when
I eased his head down toward my towering prick. A tongue tentatively
flickered across my mushroom and a hand gripped the base of my rod. My
tongue washed across his opening, the tight anal ring constricted then
suddenly loosened as I fondled is inflexible pole. I didn't wait, my tongue
prodded deeply at the same time that I pushed up, his throat suddenly
stuffed with half my shaft. The faster and harder I jacked him off, the
unyielding ass-bud opened to my probing. I began to alternate with a
finger, teasing him as it sunk in slightly followed by a generous tongue
lashing which inflamed him and he'd take me in his mouth to the balls.

	Before I knew it he was near the end. He abruptly began to thrust
his hips, his expanding dick thrust swiftly through my fingers; his mouth
ravaged my cock-knob. My hand played with his ass, I slipped my middle
finger in to the first knuckle while I pumped his throbbing shaft. He
bucked as the finger invaded him deeper until he lost it. His back arched
and I felt the first thick streak of cream race through his shaft. I buried
my finger up his ass, he groaned and I felt his jizz, searing hot, rain
down on me. I pumped his belching prick, milking the last of his copious
load from his balls.

	Finally, he sat down next to me, his chest heaved. "Thanks, that
was fantastic."

	"Not over yet." I winked and tasted the last of his oozing spunk as
it dripped from his slit. "Let's go back to my room." I slipped off the
jock to wipe up his spent juice. "Here, this is yours." I tossed it into
his lap. His softened dick jumped back to attention as he slipped it on.

	We decided to stop for a bite to eat and I told him an abbreviated
history of how the jock had been passed around. By the time I'd finished he
was squirming in his chair. "Can we go back to your room now?" He
begged. As he stood I could see the tell-tale bulge.

	"Hold on, Trev." I told him. I stripped off my shirt. He looked at
me questioningly until his eyes went to my lap. I didn't have anything
under my sweats and my throbbing bone was more than obvious. He laughed and
went racing out. I wrapped the shirt around my waist and ran after him, all
the way back across campus.

	The dorm was noisier than usual that afternoon; the parties were
starting with the end of finals and people already starting to move
out. Back in my room, I locked the door and turned up the stereo to block
as much noise as I could. Trevor sat and watched as I stripped, not moving
as I lay on the bed with my arms behind my back. He finally stood and
slowly removed his clothes, leaving the jock strap on. He straddled me with
my erection nestled against his encased balls.

	His hands caressed me softly, around my neck, my shoulders, across
my chest. I closed my eyes enjoying the sensation of his fingers fly across
my body. I sighed when I felt his mouth, hot and wet, lick up under my
arms. He lapped the salty skin, a gentle bite at my taut nipples as he
tugged the hair on my belly. My cock ached for release, pulsed madly
against him. A fingertip rubbed the bulging head. He moved down to sit
between my legs; his hands ran down my sides, my legs then back up the
inside of my thighs. I groaned as they skimmed my balls.

	My dick throbbed rhythmically against my abdomen as he taunted me
with his caresses. There was a constant ooze of pre-jizz, my bloated
mushroom was drenched. At last I felt his tongue snake up the bulging vein
along my shaft and my cock was engulfed in an enticingly hot, wet mouth. He
swallowed only a few inches and didn't move. My pounding meat vibrated,
thumped between his lips. Slowly I felt the entire shaft engulfed, his
hands held my balls as his nose nuzzled my pubic hair for only a second
before he slid back up. Then he swallowed again.

	I sighed contentedly. His mouth on my balls, tasting each of the
hairy orbs. He spread my legs, his tongue wandering down. I felt it
tentatively skim across my hole, skate along my crack, then back to my
hole. I groaned as he gained confidence and began to lick my
ass-ring. "Yes, please, eat my ass." I begged him. Fingers gripped my hips
as his tongue loosened me, stretched me. I couldn't take much more.

	I sat up, pulled, and coaxed him around until his jock covered cock
was in my face. I rubbed my face against the rough cloth, felt the steely
stiffness beneath. I sucked on the head, tasting stale spunk on the jock
until I pulled his cock out. I needed to taste fresh juice. I savored the
sweet cream flowing freely from his slit; the head throbbed in my mouth. We
were on our sides, cocks buried in each other's mouths, lost to everything
but ourselves. Too soon he pulled away, lay down next to me.

	"Jake," he started, "will you fuck me?"

	"We don't have to do that, Trev." I held him tightly to me.

	"I know, but I want you to fuck me." He said bluntly. "Your finger
in my butt made me so fucking hot. I want to feel your cock inside me." He
reached for my dick and moved my hand to his ass.

	His ass-cheeks were hot, pliable as I moved my hand down his
crack. My finger found his button. He sighed. "C'mon, sit on my face." He
stood as I lay back down, his feet on either side of my face and lowered
his luscious butt down until my extended tongue made contact.

	"Oh yeah." He purred.

	He bounced up and down, back and forth. He slowly relaxed and
opened up. After a few minutes I played with him, alternating between my
tongue and a finger. After awhile he easily took an entire finger and we
were both getting hornier. I reached into the nightstand for the jar of
lube as he eased back down on the bed. He wined as I slipped two fingers
into his hole.

	"Relax, Trevor." I kissed his ear wetly.

	He groaned; spread his legs as both fingers slid into him. He
bucked as I pulled them out and tested, I tickled his loosened bud with the
tips of the fingers. He ground against the bed as they stretched
him. "Hurts." He moaned.

	I pulled the pillows against the wall, sat back and began to grease
my cock. "Relax and enjoy." I told him. "Stop when you want." I raked his
stiffer with my oiled hand.

	He got above me, and slowly lowered until the head of my dick made
contact with his asshole. He again lowered himself and grimaced then the
head punctured his tight opening. I grabbed his cock, stroked him as he
held himself steady. His eyes closed as slowly, very slowly he slid down by
quarter inches. I was half-way buried inside him when he went completely
flaccid. I caressed his shoulders, his chest. His skin was clammy.

	I reached up to kiss him and whispered, "I'm sorry," and slammed
into him. He yelled and fell against me.

	"Arghhh." He growled. "You'll pay for that."

	"Better this way." I told him softly. "Relax and breathe." I pulled
out just a bit and eased back in. I could feel the tension recede. I
grabbed his ass cheeks, massaged them roughly in my hands. He began to
move, gradually, against me. Little by little he adjusted. I felt his cock
stir. "You're hot, baby, so damn tight. Feels so good, makes my dick
harder."

	"You're huge, you're stretching me." I could hear it in his voice;
he was starting to enjoy it.

	"And you like it, don't you. You like having a fat cock up your
ass. You like having a hard prick in your tight little hole. Tell me you
don't want it, tell me not to flood you with hot cum. I'll pull out." I
teased him.

	"Fuck you." He said in reply, then pulled almost off my cock and
slipped quickly back down.

	"You can have my ass later." I was getting too hot. My dick was
caught in a vise-grip, and massaged to the limit. He began to bounce
rapidly up and down, fucking himself on my boner. "C'mon baby, make me cum,
need to shoot." I shout out the drone of noise coming from outside my room
to concentrate on the unbelievable pleasure of being trapped by his tensed
ass muscles as he squeezed my pulsing dick-meat. My balls tingled as the
sensation built to a peak. "Take it, Trevor. Gonna cum^Å." I hammered in
and out, finally slammed myself to the hilt when my nuts slipped tightly
inside and I shot my wad. Just as I began to unload, flooding his butt I
felt a stream of gooey jizz bullets splatter my chest. His hole squeezed my
rod as he came, intensifying my orgasm. I buck and pounded into his as he
milked the last of the cream out of me.


Trevor-------

	It was mid-morning before I started the 2 mile walk home. I
couldn't keep the bounce out of my step or the smile off my face even
though I was groggy and tired. Neither one of us slept much, two people in
a single bed was uncomfortable and we couldn't keep our hands off each
other, even in our sleep.

	I felt different, changed somehow. I thought about waking up this
morning, we were both somewhat uncomfortable, not talking as we
showered. Back in his room before we got dressed, Jake hugged me, thanked
me. I nuzzled his neck in appreciation and in seconds we were both
rock-hard and tumbling on the bed. I can't believe I fucked him. It was a
mind-blowing experience. My rigid cock was suddenly, painfully strained
under the tight jock. I ran the last half mile home.

	I had called my parents the night before to tell them I was
partying with friends and wouldn't be home until morning so they didn't
question me as I walked in the house and went right to my room. I stripped
off and fell on the bed thinking about Jake. I had my hands on my crotch,
felling the solid hot flesh of my straining dick, enjoying the sensation as
I stroked^Åand fell asleep.

	I woke up four hours later, stumbled to the bathroom and emptied my
bladder. I stood, looked at myself in the mirror. My tanned skin nearly
hairless except the dark whorl's under my arms and the thin line starting
at the belly button leading down to a mass of black hair covering my
crotch. I turned to look at my ass, in profile, felt the two high mounds of
muscled flesh. My hand slipped down the crack. I sighed as a finger grazed
the rosy button while my other hand fondled my stiffened pole.

	I lay back on the bed, spread-eagle and stroked my thighs, up
between my legs. I spit in my hand, dripping fingers found my hole. I
inhaled, exhaled slowly to relax and two finger-tips easily pierced the
opening and slipped up my ass. My erection was screaming for attention, I
pulled it out of the jock and tickled the head. I brought my hand to my
mouth to taste the pre-jizz. I stripped off the jock, milked my cock until
a pool of spunk dampened the stained material. The pungent smell of the
jockstrap was overpowering. I inhaled deeply; my tongue tasted the wet spot
while my hand slid back between my legs.

	The pressure in my balls exploded, a short spray of juice erupted
from my untouched dick. I lowered the jock to cover myself and massed my
tender skin against the rough fabric. I had two fingers buried up my
asshole, my body convulsed as I blasted. I shot, the jock catching my
sticky cream as my balls discharged wave after wave of cum through my shaft
into the drenched pouch.

	A week later I was out running, it was mid-morning and already
starting to get hot and. I had stripped off my shirt as I made my way back
through the neighborhood toward our house. I was a block from home when I
saw Mr. Goodwin, in his yard. I suddenly saw him differently as he worked,
mowing the lawn in a pair of gym shorts and tennis shoes. His huge chest
glistened, sweat dripped slowly through the mat of brown curly hair. The
top of his shorts dampened with perspiration. The huge cheeks of his ass
strained the material. The muscles of his tree trunk thighs bulged as he
worked. He looked up and saw me, waved. A thatch of dewy fur under his arms
called to me.

	"Hey, Mr. Goodwin, how's it going?" I asked as I went up to
him. His musky aroma was overwhelming and I threw a boner.

	"Good, Trev. Hot as hell though." He answered.

	`Need help?" I didn't wait for an answer and grabbed the mower.

	We worked silently for another half hour until he told me it was
too hot and invited me in for an iced tea. The house was warm, the AC on
low enough that I continued to sweat as sat in the kitchen watching.

	"How was school? Do okay with your finals?" He wanted to know.

	"Sure, I guess. Thanks, Mr. Goodwin." I said as he handed me the
glass and sat down.

	"Call me Erik, you're old enough now." He said with a wink. "You've
turned into a very handsome young man."

	I watched his eyes as they traveled down my chest to my shorts, the
unmistakable throb of my incessant hard-on. He stood, picking up both our
glasses to refill them. I gaped as he walked back to the table, he wasn't
wearing anything under his gym shorts and his stiffened poker tented the
front, swayed as he walked back to the table. He put the glass down in
front of me and didn't say a word. The bulbous cock-head bulged obscenely
and a wide spreading circle of moisture blossomed.

	I reached out to him; my hand slipped under the leg hole and cupped
his furry sac, hot and sweaty, heavy. His prick thumped, I could barely get
my fingers around his fat log. The shorts fell to the floor, I stretched my
mouth wide and took as much of him as I could.

	"Suck it." He whispered while his strong fingers gripped my
head. "Feels so good, your mouth on my cock."

	I ran my fingers across his belly, up through the pelt of fur
covering his chest. The long slit of his broad mushroom leaked a continuous
flow of silky juice that I eagerly lapped up. I tried again and again but
couldn't get the entire length of his meat down my throat without
gagging. He reached down, fingers caressed my chest, pinched my
nipples. Wordlessly held out his hand to me, I followed him through the
hallway to his bedroom. In a flash he had me stripped and on the bed.

	His rough hands roamed my young body, down my flanks, up my thighs,
across my abdomen. He stood at the foot of the bed, planted my foot along
the length of his shaft. I massaged him as fingers fluttered across my
nut-sac and lightly up my dick. His drooling sap oozed between my
toes. Finally I felt his mouth on me; I squirmed and wriggled my butt into
the bed sheets as he suctioned my raging rod. I ground my foot into his hot
pole when he swallowed me to the root, holding onto my balls. My legs were
suddenly thrust over my head, his tongue ravaged my hole, and the whiskers
of his unshaven face scraped my tender skin. He was relentless and I was
soon begging him to slow down.

	I knew what was going to happen but couldn't stop it. He was on top
of me, my legs wrapped around him. His mouth covered mine and I fought back
the scream as his plump cock-knob roughly pierced my bud. I silently
pleaded with him to hold back but couldn't. I willed myself to relax, the
pain almost unbearable as he stretched me to the max. He continued to ease
himself in, all the while his tongue explored the inside of my mouth. He
sensed my soreness and stopped when he was all the way inside me.

	"You okay?" He whispered in my ear. I felt the flex of his cock
muscle, the over-sized meat grew.

	"You're huge." I responded and my ass canal constricted, squeezed
him tightly.

	An hour later I walked home, very slowly, sore but satisfied. After
a cool shower I dozed on the bed. The following week was
uneventful. Thursday morning we started the long drive to visit my aunt and
uncle for the Fourth of July. I wondered if my cousin Kel would be home for
the weekend, nobody said but I quietly hoped. I thought about that day a
few months ago when it all started. We'd both blown a few loads of cum into
his new jock strap and I'd taken it from him. The one I was wearing. I
drifted into a light sleep thinking about Kel, Jake and the stories he'd
told me. It wasn't long before I was playing pocket pole, stroking my firm
prick.

	We arrived to a houseful of relatives, something I hadn't
expected. There were a few cousins I was happy to see but Kellam wasn't
there. My aunt told me he may show up, maybe not. She never knows with
him. Because of space I was stuck in the upstairs bedroom in the attic. I
had a great time the next day, we got a chance to go to the river, laze and
swim in the water. Kel appeared mid-afternoon, wearing only a pair of baggy
shorts. I watched his graceful dive into the water; he came back up,
playing with our younger cousins. I lay back, soaking up the sun, sleepy.

	I felt a sudden cascade of cold water drench me. Kel stood over me,
dripping wet, shaking himself off.

	`How's it going, cuz?" He asked, sitting beside me.

	"Good, glad you could make it this weekend." I told him.

	He looked at me quizzingly. I remained stone faced but my eyes
darted up and down his body. The hair on his chest not as thick as Erik's
but just as curly. He rubbed his belly and pushed down the waistband of his
shorts until I could see the top of his bushy pubic patch. "Like what you
see?" He asked slyly.

	"Fuck you." I sneered back.

	"Maybe later, we'll see." He winked at me and got close to my ear
so no one else could hear. "By the way, Chiz-Jizz, space is tight so we'll
be sharing a room tonight." He got up to head back to the river.

	The rest of the afternoon couldn't go by fast enough. All I could
think about was getting into bed with my horny cousin. Little did he know
the change that had come over me. Dinner was a huge barbecue; there was
more food than everyone could eat and plenty of beer. I was feeling light
headed, with a full bladder so I headed into the trees to relieve myself. I
felt a pair of arms surrounded my waist, a hand cupped my balls. "Time for
bed." Kel had more to drink than I did and the words slurred.

	"Stop it, Kel, less you want me to pee all over the place. You're
drunk." I gently elbowed in stomach.

	"Not too drunk." He responded and I felt the heat of his prick, hot
and hard, nestle between my bared ass cheeks.

	I snuggled back into him. "Take a cold shower and sober up, I'll be
upstairs in awhile. We'll see if you're still awake."

	I left him there and went back to the party. He disappeared, I
assume to sleep it off so I stayed and enjoyed myself for another hour
before I went upstairs. I could see the light on in the bedroom as I
slipped into the bathroom for a quick shower. The cool water helped wash
the day away. I dried off quickly, put the jock strap back on and wrapped
the towel around my waist. Kel was in bed, reading. He'd pushed the thin
sheet down just below his belly button. A hand was moving in his crotch.

	"Sober now?" I asked, shutting the door and leaning back against
it.

	"Yeah, took a few aspirin, feeling much better." He smiled and let
the tip of his very stiff organ slip out of the covers. I could just see
the reddened slit, moist. "You still have my jock strap?" He asked

	I stood watching him, the heave of his chest as he breathed
slowly. I told him the story about meeting Jake in the locker room, and
that he took it after he jacked me off. His dick danced, pushed back the
sheet ever so slightly. Then I went on and told Kel I'd run into him again
just before the end of school, and how it had been passed around, including
some details that I'd heard from Jake. Kellam was openly stroking his thick
meat, making my mouth water. I walked to him and dropped the towel. "What
goes around comes around." I didn't get the words out before his mouth
fastened on the pouch.

	I leaned down to swallow his flesh-rod. He poked and prodded it
down my throat as he sucked on my hardness. In a flash I was on the bed,
next to him. We rolled around, devouring each other. I chewed his nuts, his
legs spread as I fingered between his furry cheeks. He made me crazy the
way he ate my cock, fast and furious from tip to base, then slow and
gentle. My tongue found his pink, hairy opening; sweaty and musky. He
groaned loudly as I attacked it with my mouth. I heard the deep panting,
whispered encouragement as I ate his ass.

	He pulled back on my hips; I hovered over him and dropped my butt
on his mouth. He spread my cheeks and his tongue flickered up and down my
crack. I rocked back and forth until his tongue circled the tight opening,
coaxing me to relax. My mouth was back on his dick, the hard knob bumped
continuously at the back of my throat. He pounded in and out, choking
me. We went on and on, until he finally broke away.

	"Need some water." He panted. "Be right back."

	I flopped back on the bed, fingered my gaping hole. When he came
back in the room I threw the jock at him. It hit squarely in the chest and
fell, one of the tattered leg straps caught on his upright pole. I fought
back a laugh as he threw it back at me and jumped on the bed, on top of
me. "Paybacks are hell." He whispered as his cock pierced my ass.


Kellam-------

	"God, Trev, you're so tight. It feels so good." I whispered in his
ear and sank my shaft into his hot hole.

	He pleaded. "Fuck me, Kel, long and hard. Your cock's so fucking
big. Pound me."

	We both knew this time wasn't going to last long. I felt his horny
meat trapped between us, it pounded as I slowly withdrew and slammed back
into his tight cavity. He met every plunge of my battering ram. I hammered
him; long, slow strokes until I couldn't take much more. I plowed into him,
short savage thrusts. Sweat soaked the bed. He bucked against me, teeth
digging into my shoulder when I felt his butt-hole clamp down on my
dick. He shot, his hot sperm plastering our skin together.

	That did it for me. I was buried to the balls when the spasms
began. The flood gates opened in my nuts and I bathed his insides with my
thick cream. I felt three, four, five volley's blast through my shaft. He
continued too milk me with his muscles until I was spent and collapsed on
top of him. We slept, for awhile until in a half-sleep we woke each other
up, horny again.

	I had a great time over the next few days, spending time with the
family during the day and hot sex with my cousin at night. But the weekend
was finally over and everyone left. A few days later I decided it was time
to head out; there were friends I wanted to visit so I was back on the
road.

	I wore the jock strap as I drove; it made me hornier then hell. On
the open highway, I'd stripped down, played with my dick. One afternoon I
couldn't' take it any more so I pulled off onto a side road and started to
jack off, needing to shoot my spunk. I was lost in my own world, playing
with my nuts, stroking my stiff cock bringing myself closer and closer to
emptying my nuts. I was almost there when a strong, hard voice quickly
brought me back to earth:

	"Sir, would you please step out of the car."