Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2012 13:03:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Cosmic Charlie <cosmic709@yahoo.com>
Subject: Basketball Jock and Prof 13

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Basketball Jock and Prof, Part 13
Cosmic Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com
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It was early September and I was on my way home from a long run, trying to
clear my head of all the nonsense floating around as I prepared for the new
academic year. Of course, weighing most heavily on my mind was Mike's
return to town for his senior season and final year of college. Months away
from each other, momentarily interrupted by the short camping trip, had
shown me how much I wanted Mike to be a permanent part of my life. I was
incredibly lonely without him.

Mike was ridiculously mysterious about when he was returning to town. I
knew that the basketball team would be beginning strength training soon,
but he wouldn't give me a firm date when I asked him. I figured that his
parents were bugging him about his return to college, so I let it
drop. I've learned too many times the perils of taking on the parent or
teacher role when I'm talking to Mike.

As I came down my long driveway, my black lab Gunnar was at my side. He was
leashed to keep him from running off and chasing deer, but as we ran down
the road, he started to pull at his leash and whine. Figuring he had caught
the scent of some kind of critter, I let him off leash. He took off like a
bullet toward the house, quickly running out of sight. When I reached the
house, I saw Mike sitting on the front steps with Gunnar lying on his back
in front of him. The dog must have smelled him and known he came
back. Gunnar is normally pretty cautious around other people, but he had
taken an instant liking to Mike. Sometimes, I think he might like Mike more
than he likes me.

I was suddenly very self-conscious of the fact that I was coming back from
a long run, winded and sweating. I ran my fingers through my hair in a vain
attempt to look better. I trotted up to Mike and noticed that he was also
sweating and breathing heavier than normal. He must have run the few miles
from town to my house. He was wearing a pair of red athletic shorts and a
gray shirt that was spotted with Gunnar's black fur. Sweat darkened the
fabric under his arms and around his neck.

"I was wondering when you'd get back." I said between breaths.

Mike stood up and walked toward me. He sort of sauntered as he approached,
showing off his body. In his eyes, I saw both a kind of emotional longing
and pure lust. He wanted to jump my bones, and the growing bulge in my
shorts showed that I wanted him as well.

"I wanted to surprise you," he said.

He came in for a kiss, but quickly licked the sweat off my jaw line before
planting his lips on mine. My knees buckled a little as he kissed me. With
Mike, I always have an urge to just lean into him and let his body take my
weight. He wrapped one of his strong arms around my torso and held me
up. When he broke the kiss off, I had to catch my breath again. My heart
was still beating fast from the run and I could hardly breath as it was.

"Did you miss me, Prof.?" Mike asked.

I nodded and then kissed him on the chin. His warm sweaty musk surrounded
me. "God you smell good." I said.

"I ran out here so I'd smell good for you. I know you get off on that."
Mike said. He raised his arm, "Get in there and clean up my pit, Prof."

I pushed my face into the arm hole of Mike's t-shirt and licked at his
pit. Mike moved his muscles around my head as I sucked at his pit hair and
tasted his salty sweat. While I inhaled the moist air his arms flexed
against my skin. The fabric of his shirt kept getting into my way so I
started to pull Mike's shirt off.

With his shirt removed, I made my way from his pit to his hard, dark
nipple. Over the summer, Mike had let his body hair grow, and a nice amount
of fur covered his chest. I ran my hands over his muscled pecs, pulling a
little on his body hair. I loved the way every one of Mike's reactions to
my touching would register as a bulge or twitch of one of his muscles.

As I worshiped his chest, Mike reached down and started to knead my ass
cheeks. He ground his hard dick into my leg and groaned, "Fuck, Prof, I'm
so hot for you." He slid a hand down the back of my running shorts and
underneath the waistband of my boxers. His finger slid through my sweaty
crack toward my asshole. When Mike's hand reached my hole, I pushed back
against him practically begging him to finger me. He played with my ass a
little bit and then pulled away.

Over the last few weeks, Mike's physique had improved substantially. I
think he probably had lost two inches off of his waist and his body fat was
way down. He had always had a flat stomach, but he had abs now. His arms
were lined with veins and the muscles were better defined.

"You look amazing." I said.

"I was so fucking bored living back home. All I did over the summer was
work out. You look pretty good to." Mike said.

"Thanks," I grinned. "Are we going to keep talking or can I rip your
clothes off now?"

"You want at my cock?" Mike asked with a smile.

I nodded and started to reach for his pants. Mike took a step back. He
walked about ten feet away from me and sat down on the steps of my front
porch. I flashed back to the first time we had hooked up. He had made me
blow him on those steps before he let me into my house.

"Crawl over here." Mike said. He was still grinning and he was now rubbing
his package through his shorts.

I got down on my knees, without even a second thought about it, and crawled
toward Mike. My eyes were focused on the area between his legs, his big
hands, and his lust-filled eyes.

When I reached Mike, he took my chin into his hand and tilted my face up
toward his. "You have no idea how much I get off on the way I turn you
on. It's so sexy." he ran his fingers through my hair a little and lightly
pushed my head against his thigh. He smiled before pushing my head down,
"Now suck my dick, Prof."

I dove my mouth into his crotch and started to chew on his junk through the
fabric of his shorts. The smell of Mike surrounded me. His smell, his stink
really, was the sexiest and safest thing I could think of. In a weird way,
burying my head in his crotch was like going home again. I chewed on the
bulge in his shorts before pulling them down. As soon as I saw the
waistband of the white Bike jockstrap, I looked up at Mike and rolled my
eyes. The guy knew me inside and out. He had orchestrated all of this just
to turn me on.

I pulled his shorts down to his ankles and then wrapped my lips around the
pouch of the jockstrap. The material was damp with Mike's sweat, and I
sucked the salty liquid out of the pouch. I took deep breaths of the smell
of ball-sweat and the slightly rubber stink of the pouch.

Mike groaned loudly before grabbing onto my skull with his big hands and
pushing my face into his crotch. He started to hump me lightly as he moved
my face over his jock covered genitals. As his sweat covered my face, I
started to feel like he was marking me as his by covering me with his
scent.

Mike let go of me and reached down to the bottom of the jock. He moved the
material to the side and his balls flopped out. Mike has the biggest,
baddest nuts I've ever scene on a guy. They hang down four or five inches
from his body and each ball is the size of a large egg. I didn't need to be
told what to do. I sucked one of his bull balls into my mouth and started
to tongue his scrotum.

As I sucked on his nuts, Mike ran his hands over my back and neck, coming
up to my head. He would run his fingers through my short hair before moving
back down my back. As he shifted back and forth, his ass slid off the step
a little, giving me access to his hairy taint. I stuck my tongue under the
elastic bands of the jockstrap and licked up the sweat and ball juice that
was collecting between his legs. Then I returned to his nuts, worshipping
them with my mouth as Mike groaned.

"I've got seven days worth of cum saved up." Mike said. "Those boys are
full."

"I want it all," I said between licks.

"I figured you'd be hungry for my cum, Prof. I wanted to fill you up." Mike
laughed. Then he lifted his feet up onto the step and laid back. His tight
asshole, framed by the straps of the jock, winked back at me.

"Go for my ass," Mike said.

I dove for his hole, licking and sucking at his ass lips. This was my
favorite position. My mouth was on Mike's asshole, my nose was planted at
the bottom of his jockstrap, and the rest of his junk was pressed against
my face. All that existed for me was Mike and his maleness. Knowing how
much I loved it, Mike closed his legs around my head. His hot, moist, body
closed around me, and I dug into his ass to show him how much I wanted him.

"Fuck," Mike yelled as he opened his legs back up. Cold air swept over my
face. Mike reached down and pulled me up toward him. My only thought as I
rose up was how fucking sexy he looked. His body, of course, was amazing,
but his hair was messed up and wet from his run. I felt like the luckiest
man in the world.

Mike pressed his lips hard against mine and then pushed his tongue into my
mouth. He made out with me, with his hand on the back of my head, for a few
minutes. Our lips explored each other's jawlines and necks, always coming
back to the mouth for some serious open mouth kissing.

"Fuck, Prof." Mike said as he pulled me away from his face. "I'm so fucking
lucky I found you."

I kissed him hard in response, letting him know I felt the same way.

Mike grabbed onto my body around my ribs. I felt his power and strength as
he lifted me onto my feet. I was standing a step or two below him and my
crotch was in Mike's face. He pulled my running shorts and boxer briefs
down in one quick motion. My cock jumped up in front of him.

"I've missed this," Mike said.

He opened his lips and took my dick into his mouth. Mike took all seven
inches all at once, burying my dick in his throat and his nose in my
pubes. He softly coughed my cock back up and started to lick and suck at
the shaft.

It had been a while since my dick was in Mike's mouth. Six weeks might not
seem like a long time to go without, but Mike and I had been on a schedule
of almost daily sex before he left for the summer. I knew that once
basketball practices started again, our schedule would once again be
interrupted. However, the infrequent periods of sex were sometimes
better. Mike was nastier and more aggressive when he wasn't getting any.

A wave of pleasure washed over me and I shuddered. Mike had excellent oral
skills, and my dick was rock hard. Harder, in fact, than it had been in a
long time. As he licked the shaft, I noticed a steady flow of precum
running down the tip.

"Fuck, Mike, I think I'm going to cum soon." I growled.

Mike pulled off.

"Not yet," he said.

He spent the next five minutes or so making out with my abs and inner
thighs. His lips moved over my muscles and soft spots, tickling
me. Occasionally, he would bite down. The bites were flashes of pain which
only augmented the softness of what he was doing.

I ran my hands along Mike's shoulders. In a guy like him, every movement
and breath can be felt as his muscles twitch, bulge, and stretch. His arms
and shoulders were his strongest area, and I loved to just feel his body as
it moved under my fingers. While my dick was still hard, I was starting to
calm down a little.

Mike started to lay back on the porch.

"Let's sixty nine," he said with a voice full of lust and humor.

I turned around and lowered my cock to his mouth as I moved my face toward
his cock. Mike was still wearing the jockstrap, and I pulled it to the
side. Mikes' hard dick was wrapped up in the jock, and I had to pull it
out. His cock jumped up, nine inches and hard as steel. His foreskin had
slid down his shaft and I took a quick lick. His smell, Mike's dick smell,
hit me. It wasn't a nasty smell, but it was as much his smell as the smell
on the rest of his body was his.

I started to bob up and down on his dick before moving to the shaft. Mike,
worried that I was going to cum too soon, was focusing on my balls and the
base of my dick. He wasn't just licking, but was also sucking at my skin
and occasionally nipping at my nuts.

Mike suddenly brought his legs up around my head, locking my face between
his thighs. Up top, he grabbed his arms around me and started to roll me
over onto my back. I helped him get me into position, knowing that he
wanted to drive his cock into my throat.

I opened up wide and let him have at me. His big balls were swinging over
my open eyes and spreading out over my nose. Mike started to fuck my mouth,
driving his cock into my throat. On my back, it was easy to avoid
gagging. Instead, I used my tongue to tickle his shaft as he slid in and
out of me.

"Oh God, Prof., I'm gonna shoot my load right into your gut." Mike
moaned. I noticed his balls start to rise.

I pulled my head off his dick. "I want it on my face." I said.

"Just get ready," Mike groaned.

I took the head of his dick into my mouth and started to work his shaft
with my hand. At the same time, Mike started to work the tip of my dick and
jerk me off with his iron grip. I was moments away from cumming, and I
started to buck up into his hand.

Just as I lifted my hips into his fist, Mike started to shoot his cum into
my mouth. The size of his load was amazing. The first blast painted the
inside of my mouth. I closed my lips to taste and feel the thick spooge
while jacking his dick an inch or so from my face. Rope after rope of thick
man cream shot out of Mike's dick, splattering over my face and onto my
neck.

I couldn't hold back any longer. The feeling of Mike's hot cum coating my
face and the harsh smell pushed me over the edge. I started to jizz into
Mike's open mouth. He brought his lips just over the tip of my dick and
sucked up every drop of my load.

When I finished blowing my wad, I lay back and let out a long moan. The
orgasm was intense and I was now completely content. I felt Mike get off of
me. His cum was still running down my cheeks. My eyes were closed, but I
soon detected a dark shadow over me. When I looked up, Mike's face was over
mine. I opened my mouth as Mike drooled my cum into my mouth.

He brought his mouth down onto mine, kissing me. For the next few minutes,
Mike licked his cum up off of my face, then kissed me again. Each time, we
would make out until the cum had dissolved between us. When he was done,
Mike slapped me lightly on the face.

"We should get cleaned up." Mike said.

We both stood up. Our bodies were covered in sweat and cum, but also dirt
and paint chips from the front porch. It suddenly occurred to me that we
had just done the nasty out in the open. If anyone out in the fields had a
pair of binoculars, they could have watched the whole thing.

Walking inside, I pulled Mike into the master bedroom. "You've got to see
this," I said.

Over the summer, I had been turning a small bedroom into a master
bathroom. I had a ways to go, but I had finished one of my favorite parts -
a large, deep, custom built bathtub. I built it big enough for men, not
like those tiny tubs in so many houses and apartments. I had laid the tile
myself, and I was immensely proud of it.

"Wow," Mike said. He knew I had done most of the work myself. "Does the tub
work?"

"It should. I haven't used it yet." I said. "You wanna?"

He nodded. Mike and I rinsed off in the shower while the tub began to fill.

Mike stepped in first. He sat down and stretched out. "I've never been in a
bathtub that actually fit me." Mike said.

"I made it big enough for you. Four inches over what I was going to do." I
said as I stepped in. "Open your legs."

Mike opened his legs and I sat down between them. When I slid under the
water he pulled his legs around mine. His arms were resting along my
sides. I leaned back and rested my body against his chest.

"I could get used to this." Mike said as he ran his fingers across my
chest.

We sat in the tub for the next hour, until the water had gone cold. We
rarely talked about anything, and there were times when I'm pretty sure
that I fell asleep against Mike's body. The intense, always satisfying sex
aside, the lack of physical contact over the summer months had been the
hardest deprivation to deal with. I could call Mike and we occasionally
talked on Skype, but when he was away I never felt his skin against my
skin. As we lay together in the warm water, we soaked in a renewed sense of
being together. Of our bodies touching and moving against one another.

Mike started to stir under me. I sat up and turned my body toward him.

"Sorry to wreck the mood, but I've gotta take a piss." Mike said.

I kissed him on the lips quickly as he started to stand. He kissed me back
hard.

"You've still got cum on your face, slut," he said as he licked his lips.

Mike walked to the other bathroom, the toilet in this one still not
functional. I got out of the tub and was drying off in the bedroom when he
walked back in.

Mike's dick was thick and half-hard. His balls were hanging low from the
warm water and his thick foreskin was still crumpled up over his glans. His
skin was glowing and he had a lusty look in his eye.

He walked over to me and pushed me onto the bed.  I hadn't made it that
morning and the sheets were bunched up underneath me. Mike's heavy body
fell on top of me. He started to kiss my neck, biting and nipping as he
moved across my jawline. I hoped he would be careful. Most of my colleagues
were aware that Mike was returning soon, and I didn't want to go back to
work with bite marks on my neck. Not to mention having to give my lectures
so marked.

Mike started to kiss his way down my body, spending time on my nipples and
my belly button. When he got to my junk, he lifted my legs and started to
kiss around my asshole. He ate my ass like a man possessed. I couldn't help
but squirm and push back down against his face. My cock started to get
hard. I knew he was going to fuck me, and I knew it would be good. Nothing
had been in my ass since the camping trip. I wanted to be good and tight
when Mike got back.

Mike shoved a finger into me, and I groaned slightly. My asshole
instinctively clamped down and tried to fight off the assault. Mike twisted
his thick digit inside of me.

"You've gotten tight." Mike said, "You think you'll be able to take me?"

I groaned as he pulled out his finger. "You'll have to be gentle." I said.

Mike crawled back up my body. He used one hand to line his nine inch cock
up with my manhole. With the other hand, he grabbed me around my neck and
pulled me up to him. He kissed me, pushing his tongue into my mouth and
opening my lips with his. He let me go and I fell back on to the bed. Mike
moved his hand to my shoulder and pressed down lightly.

"You know I'm not good at gentle," he said.

I felt Mike's cock press on my asshole and then he pushed into me. He
didn't exactly tear me open, but his entry was fast and steady. I groaned
loudly and winced at the initial pain of being stretched back open. I felt
my body relax and open up for him. Within a few seconds he had all nine
inches inside of me. When his pubes pressed against my balls, I let out a
sigh that quickly shifted from relief to intense pleasure. The momentary
discomfort faded, and I was able to enjoy the feeling of being connected to
Mike in this way again.

"Oh fuck, Prof, that feels good." Mike groaned. "You fit me like a glove."

He now had his hands underneath my armpits. I wrapped my legs around him
and pulled his body further into mine. I felt Mike withdraw his dick a
little and knew that the fucking was about to begin.

Mike leaned down and put his head next to my neck. His hands grabbed onto
my shoulders and I wrapped my arms around his body. He started to thrust
into me, slowly at first but quickly picking up the pace. Within minutes,
he was jackhammering my asshole. The bed rhythmically squeaked and creaked
underneath us. It was a sound that took me back to my college days when the
noises from various housemates would penetrate thin walls.

Mike's breath was hot against my neck and the muscles of his back were
throbbing underneath my arms. I tried to tell him to fuck me harder, but
could only manage to moan "Yes, yes, yes." repeatedly. Each thrust was deep
and hard, and my ass was on fire with pleasure from the friction and
pounding.

On top of me, Mike seemed to be putting more and more weight against my
body. He was now grunting loudly. There was an animalistic, driven quality
to what he was doing. He wasn't making love to me. There would be time for
that later. Mike was fucking my ass hard, taking me back to the first time
on the lawn and every hard fuck after that.

The coarse hair on his stomach was rubbing against my cock, which was now
as hard as steel. I pulled his body against mine, increasing the pressure
on my dick, and started to thrust up against Mike's abs. My movement added
length to some of Mike's thrusts. Though his speed kept up, every third
thrust or so was a few inches longer.

I could tell that Mike was close as his grunts became mumbles. He was now
loosely chewing on my neck and the cadences of his voice told me that he
was trying to talk dirty to me. The intensity of his fucking, which lasted
a few minutes, had both of us breathless. We literally didn't have time to
talk sexy to each other.

Between Mike's thick dick working my asshole and his hairy abs against my
dick, I moaned a quiet, "I'm cumming" and started to shoot my cum between
our bodies. Mike felt my ass clench around his cock as I shot and he fucked
me harder, trying his best to heighten my orgasm. It only took a few
seconds before he was shooting too. MIke pushed his cock into me right down
to the pubes and then thrust his hips against me. As he came, he pulled on
my shoulders, doing almost everything he could to try to get a little more
dick up inside of me. His orgasm lasted a while and I knew that he had
planted a big load inside me.

As Mike caught his breath he started to chuckle and then laugh out
loud. "Oh fuck, Prof." he said smiling down at me.

I thought he was going to kiss me, but he just collapsed into the pillow
next to my head. He was still chuckling as his cock softened inside of
guts.

Mike rolled off of me and his cock flopped out. Laying beside me on the
bed, he reached over and ran his fingers through my cum. When he had a few
gobs on the tips of his fingers, Mike lifted them to his lips. He savored
my taste for a few seconds.

"That was . . . what the fuck got into you Mike?" I asked.

"I don't know," he said. "I just wanted to drill you. You did a good job."

"I'm going to be walking sideways all weekend." I said.

Mike turned his head toward me and kissed me quickly. "If you're good, I'll
flip you over and fuck you again later to straighten you out."

My legs were hanging off the side of the bed, and I crawled up onto it.
Mike followed. I rested my head on his stomach. As he breathed, his abs
would harden and lift my head a little before softening. Mike reached down
and toyed with one of my nipples. I knew we were going to have a good year.

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