Date: Wed, 21 Aug 2013 15:01:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Charlie <cosmic709@yahoo.com>
Subject: Basketball Jock and Prof, 21

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Basketball Jock and Prof, Chapter 21
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It was early on a Saturday morning, and I was just stirring from sleep. As
I rolled over Mike stretched out his arm and punched me in the ribs. He hit
the muscle and bone perfect, and I groaned loudly. Mike rubbed my torso,
"Sorry babe."

Anger welled up in me, and I jumped out of bed. "Fuck this, we're buying a
bigger bed."

After nearly two months of living together, I was woken up in nearly the
same way every morning. Mike would stretch out his body and either club me
in the face, punch me in the gut, or knee me in the crotch. Built with
proportions that most men dream about, Mike was simply too big for my queen
size bed. Despite telling him about a million times that I could afford a
king size, Mike didn't want to switch. He claimed that he liked being close
to me and feeling my body against his in the night. Being something of a
romantic, I was drawn in by this reasoning. Who doesn't want a young stud
telling him how much he likes sleeping close to them? After several weeks,
however, the bruises outweighed the romance.

"You'll be so far away." Mike said sleepily.

"That's the point." I said back.

He rolled over onto his back. "Fine, but no whining if I slide over to your
side every now and then."

His legs were spread wide and his arms lay apart from his body. He took up
the whole bed. "Seeing that you're already always on my side, I don't think
it will be a problem."

"Whatever," Mike said, "You're boring me."

He rolled toward me and grabbed at the waistband of my black boxer
briefs. He pulled my body toward the bed, stretching my underwear to the
max. I jumped onto the bed and stood on my knees. Mike slipped his fingers
into my underwear. He scratched at my pubes, rubbing the skin, and then
slid down to my thickening cock. He grabbed onto it and squeezed.

"I want morning sex." he growled.

Since moving in with Mike, I've learned two things that I didn't know
before. First, he eats massive amounts of food. He had remained physically
active after graduation and continued to work out. Maintaining his form
required him to eat almost twice as much as me. At my age, I had to be
careful not to eat too much. Mike was still at that age where you worry
about not eating enough. The other thing I learned was that he had a sex
drive that rivaled most nymphomaniacs. I had always assumed that we had so
much sex because we only got to see each other two or three times a
week. In reality, Mike liked to get off several times a day, and he took
what he wanted. If he wanted sex in the morning, he would get it, whether I
was game or not. Luckily, I was almost always game.

Morning sex, it turns out, was his favorite. If either of us had somewhere
to be early in the day, we had to set the alarm clocks half an hour earlier
to make time for it. On a day like today, if neither of us had anything to
do, we could spend hours in bed together. Sucking, fucking, snoozing and
then repeating the cycle.

My dick was hard, and it popped out of my underwear. I straddled Mike's
torso, placing one knee in each arm pit. His big hands latched onto my
ass. Mike smiled at me before leaning upward and taking my dick into his
mouth.

For a guy who was almost a total top, Mike had excellent dick sucking
skills. He seemed to genuinely love sucking cock. He sucked hard and moaned
loudly before letting my dick slip out of his mouth. Then he buried his
face in my pubes and inhaled deeply. He lifted his face and growled a
little before taking my nuts into his mouth. I bucked up when his tongue
made contact. For another minute or two Mike liked my nuts. Then he
directed my hand onto his hard cock. It was still bunched up in his briefs,
and I uncaged it. His massive jock dick, hard as stone, popped out and
slapped against his stomach. I pulled on it a few times before Mike pulled
his mouth off of my balls.

He grabbed my hips and forced my body to twist around. Then he moaned,
"Take care of me, Prof."

I bent down and sucked Mike's massive, uncut cock into my mouth. I slid his
hood down over the glans with my tongue and worked his sensitive head. Mike
thrust upward and drove his cock deep into my my mouth. I didn't mind. With
one hand on his shaft, I sucked and pulled on his dick. Occasionally, I let
my hand slip down and fondled his bull balls.

Mike grabbed onto his cock and pulled it out of my mouth. He held the shaft
against his torso, presenting his nuts to me.

"Suck them." he groaned.

As soon as I began to suck on his balls, Mike forgot about sucking me. My
cock remained rock hard, and I imagined the precum dripping onto Mike's
neck and chin. He groaned loudly as I took each testicle into my mouth and
worked it over. I continued to suck on his scrotum, and finally he took my
dick back into his mouth.

This position was probably the one I loved most - my mouth on his big nuts
and my nose planted deep between his legs. In the morning his musk was
overwhelming. The warm, spicy heat of his body enveloped my face. Mike,
knowing how much I loved the feel of his body, closed his thighs around my
head. Thick muscles pushed my face deeper into his junk. The feeling was
too much for me, and I started to shoot my load. Mike sucked down hard as I
unloaded five volleys of hot sperm into his mouth. I felt his lips tighten
on my cock as he swallowed. Then he pulled my dick out of his mouth and
gave it a few licks.

I lifted my body off of him and turned around to face him. His dick was
bouncing, and I could tell he was about to shoot. He got up on his knees
and presented his cock to me. I took it into my mouth while he two-fisted
the shaft, pulling and yanking on himself until he was ready to orgasm.

"Here you go stud." Mike growled, "Fresh from the fucking tap."

His dick head flared in my mouth, stretching my lips, and then his cum
poured out onto my tongue. I lapped it up like a dog, tasting and
swallowing every last drop of his salty, familiar seed. When he finished
cumming he fell back onto the bed, and I collapsed into his crotch. I
gently tongued his shaft as it softened. He kept his hands on my head,
running his fingers through my hair.

After a few minutes, I moved to get up. Mike's fingers tensed up, and he
held my against his thigh. When I tried to pull away again, he pushed me
down into his junk. He lifted his hips and rubbed his flaccid dick against
my face. Every time I relaxed Mike would loosen his grip. As soon as I
pulled away, he would hold me down again. He laughed but didn't let up. He
wanted me to beg to be let go. It was another one of his locker-room
dominance games. Instead of yielding, I bit him on the inside of his
thigh. He yelped and let go of me.

"No fair." Mike said as he rubbed the bite mark.

"No fair." I mocked as I walked off to shower.

Two hours later we were on our way to the mattress store. Mike was still in
an adolescent mood, and he continued to do his best to annoy me, tease me,
and make me overreact. He tried to get me to loosen up, but I wasn't in the
mood.

"You're so serious today." Mike said.

I shrugged. I wasn't upset with him, I just wasn't in the mood for
games. We went into the mattress store and started to look around. It
wasn't long before a salesman spotted us and started to make the sale. Mike
and I settled on a mattress, but picking out a bed-frame was harder. We
finally found a masculine looking wooden frame we both liked. The model had
slats instead of a box spring. When I asked the sales guy how strong the
bed was, Mike seized on the opportunity.

"We're getting married in a few months and he wants to be sure it will hold
up during the newlywed period. You know?" Mike said.

I turned bright red, and the sales guy laughed uncomfortably. Mike shot me
a grin, and I frowned at him. His eyes kept glancing away and when I
followed his gaze I saw the outline of the guy's hard cock. He was a good
looking guy, around Mike's age, and dressed in a shirt and tie. His body
was lean, and he had nearly black hair and dark eyes.

"It . . uh . . should hold up during normal intimacy." he stuttered. "I
mean, it's as strong as any other bed."

"What about, like, abnormal intimacy." Mike got closer to the guy and
laughed while looking at me. He was doing his frat boy, buddy-buddy
routine. "I mean, I'm a big guy and we can go two or three times a day,
sometimes pretty heavy."

"It should be fine." he said with a little bit of a laugh.

"So if were to . ..  well can I just try something out?" Mike said.

"Here?" the salesman stuttered. His face went white but his dick was still
hard.

"Like, suppose I came home after a tough day at work and just, really
wanted to get intimate, you know, and so I picked Clint up." Mike walked
over to me and lifted me off the ground, throwing half of my body over his
shoulder. I felt his muscles bulge and knew that the salesman was getting a
good view of his Mike's arms. "Then I walked across the house and threw
Clint onto the bed." Mike tossed me onto the bed, which didn't make a
sound. "So far so good," Mike said to the guy.

Mike continued, "But suppose that then I really gave it to him. You know,
threw him a really hard fuck. You think we'd be ok?"

Mike moved as if he was about to unbutton his pants. The salesman reacted
quickly to stop him, but then blushed when he realized that Mike was
kidding around. He took a deep breath. "Look," he said, a bead of sweat
forming on his brow, "If it's that big of a concern, you might want a steel
frame."

"I'm just giving you a hard time." Mike said with a grin. He grabbed the
guy's shoulder and shook him a little. "I like embarrassing Clint. He
doesn't like it when I tell good looking guys like you about how hard I
fuck him." The salesman blushed. It was a classic Mike move, and had
tricked more than a few guys into bed with us.

"We'll take it." Mike said.

The guy walked away with a dark spot beginning to show on the front of his
khaki pants.

"Did you see that?" Mike said. He nearly doubled over laughing.

"Nice, Mike." I said, "You might have mentioned that I occasionally fuck
you."

Mike sighed and then rubbed my hair. "Loosen up. I was just having some
fun."

The salesman returned with the delivery slip and invoice. He gave it to
Mike who passed it to me. "He's my sugar daddy." Mike said to the guy. I
rolled my eyes and signed the slip.

We scheduled the delivery for late that afternoon. As Mike and I walked
back to my car, I told him that I thought he'd try to get the salesman into
bed with us.

"We're getting a new bed, Prof. I'm not going to break it in with anyone
but you."

"Still," I said, "It would have been a good send off for the old one."

When we got home, Mike made lunch and then sat down in front of the
TV. I've never been able to relax, so I went into the office and worked on
my research. An hour later, Mike stepped into the doorway. The front of his
shorts were tented. He walked over to me and kissed me on the back of my
neck. As he stood up, I felt the head of his dick press against my back.

"What's up?" I said.

"I'm excited for this new bed. How do you want to break it in?" Mike asked.

"I get to choose?" Our sex life was almost entirely controlled by Mike
except on rare occasions.

"You bought the bed. This is the best I can do to repay you." He kissed my
neck again and whispered in my ear, "I could do suave and romantic or hot
and sweaty." He bit my ear after he said the last part.

Pain flashed from my earlobe straight down to my cock. "Both."

"Alright." he said, "I'm going to the gym and then for a run. The bed had
better be ready when I get back or I'm fucking you on the floor right in
front of the delivery men."

I followed Mike into the bedroom and opened up his underwear drawer. I
reached into the back and grabbed a jockstrap from when he was playing
basketball. "Wear this." I said.

Mike smiled widely, "Reliving our glory days, huh?" he said as he wandered
out of the bedroom with his gym bag.

The men delivered and assembled our new bed. I had them move the old stuff
into the garage and then hurried them out. I put the new sheets and stuff
on the bed and waited for Mike to come home. The way he had planned sex in
advance had my dick hard. I changed into a pair of shorts and went outside
to play with the dog. I yanked my shirt off and ran around the yard.  Long
before I saw his truck rolling down the road, Gunnar heard Mike coming and
ran off to meet him. Minutes later, Mike pulled up to the house. He jumped
out of the truck with Gunnar behind him. He was wearing white basketball
shorts and had his gray muscle shirt tucked into the waistband.

As he stepped forward his shorts slid down and I saw the band of his
jockstrap. Covered in sweat, he looked strong and intensely virile. A light
coat of hair covered his chest and trailed down toward his crotch. His
shoulders were wide and shifted back and forth as he walked toward me.

I stepped forward, and he wrapped his arms around me. Our bare chests slid
against each other as he hugged me, and the fresh smell of his body
surrounded us.  He kissed me and moved his mouth to my ear. "Are we alone?"

I reached around his back and slid my hand into the crack of his ass. I
moved across his damp ass cheek until I found the strap of his jock. I
pulled it back and snapped it against his skin.

Mike made a noise that was a mix between a growl and a purr. He pulled away
from me and lifted his left arm. I didn't need any instructions. I dove
into his pit and licked the sweat out of his wet hair. He clamped his arm
down around my face and rubbed his sweaty skin against my cheeks and
forehead. His muscles bulged and hardened against my skull.

I licked at him like a dog for thirty seconds before he pulled away. He
bent down and kissed across my chest, biting my nipple gently. His hands
moved up and down the sides of my torso before he pulled me against him. He
dove into my pit, licking away the light coating of sweat and rubbing his
face against my skin. I grabbed onto the top of his head and messed up his
hair while he ate out my pit.

When Mike pulled away, I had a raging boner. The front of my shorts pointed
toward him. I noticed a similar bulge in his pants. I dropped to my knees
and pulled at his shorts.

"You wanna go inside?" Mike asked as he ran his fingers along the side of
my skull.

The sun shone down on our bodies, making my outsides feel as hot as I felt
inside. I shook my head before I buried my face in his crotch. I felt the
hardness of his cock against my lips. It was still bound up in his
jockstrap, but clearly wanted to get out. I used my face to push his dick
around until it finally popped out of the elastic pouch. His thin shorts
outlined his massive meat, and I chewed my way from the base to the tip of
his cock. The whole time, I was breathing in his musk, his sweat, and his
testosterone.

I pulled down his shorts and took a long lick from the root of his cock to
his piss-slit, savoring his taste and the drop of precum that oozed
out. Then, I buried my face in his balls for the second time that day.

"Fuck yeah, Prof, lick up my nut sweat man." Mike growled. He grabbed onto
my head and pushed me deeper into his groin.

His crotch was warm and his balls hung far away from my body. I pulled them
into my mouth, alternating between one and the other. As he got harder and
hotter, I felt his testicles draw up toward his body. Sucking them into my
mouth, I did my best to pull them back down. Then I moved behind his sack,
breathing in his hot sweat and moist body odor. The deeper my tongue
traveled the more I wanted a taste of his sweaty ass. Finally, I put my
hands on his hips and turned him around.

"Let me at that jock ass." I hissed as Mike turned.

"Eat it good, Prof." Mike moaned, "Show me how much you appreciate it."

When he turned around I gazed at his butt for a minute. The straps of the
jock perfectly framed his beautiful, muscled ass. I rubbed his cheeks,
running my fingers under the straps of his jock and playing with his
muscles. His crack was open, and Mike's tight hole winked back at me. A
little bit of hair surrounded it. As I was ogling him, a bead of sweat
rolled down the small of his back and into his crack. It was too much for
me and I dove in.

Just as I went for his ass, Mike backed into me. He must have been tired of
my staring. His butt smashed against my face as I licked the sweat from his
crack. When I got to his hole I shoved my tongue inside of him. His hole
clenched down on my tongue, and pulsed while I ate him out. Mike groaned
and pushed back against my face.

After a solid five minutes of rimming, he stood up and stepped away. He
turned and lifted me to my feet, before lunging forward and making out with
me. Mike's tongue invaded my mouth while his hands moved across my back. I
kissed him back, tasting his spit, smelling his sweat, and feeling his body
move against mine. When he broke away, he had a wild look in his eyes. He
reached down and grabbed onto my cock.

"Is the bed ready?" he said.

"Of course." I groaned back. I toyed with his dick and felt it twitch in my
fingers.

In a single, sudden movement, Mike lifted me up and threw me over his
shoulder. Even after nearly two years together, his strength blew my
mind. It came out of nowhere and reminded me that his muscles weren't just
for show. He carried me through the house and into the bedroom. He tossed
me down on the bed. It didn't make a single squeak.

Mike yanked off his jock and threw it on the bed next to me. I grabbed it
and brought it up to my nose. It was damp with Mike's sweat and smelled
like his balls. I rubbed the sweaty fabric all over my face and then across
my body. Mike watched me with a look of amusement.

"I love your stink, Mike," I said. "I fucking can't get enough of it."

"Yeah?" Mike said. He grabbed onto my foot and lifted it into the air. He
yanked off my shoe and sock and sucked my big toe into his mouth. He kissed
each one of my toes and then ran his tongue along my shin. When he got to
my knee, he kissed it and looked up. He gazed at me with his perfect blue
eyes. "I love everything about you, Clint." Mike said.

He kissed his way up my thigh. "Every inch of your body." He locked his
lips around my cock, still covered with my shorts, "Your hot Professor
cock." His mouth moved across my abs and then up to my nipple. He rubbed
his fingers through my body hair, "Your hard, furry body." He continued to
kiss his way to my mouth and kissed me hard on the lips. "All of it." he
whispered.

"What about my mind?" I said with a grin before kissing him back.

"That too, but only when you don't use big words." he said.

He knelt between my legs and pulled my shorts off in one go. Then he lifted
my thighs up and exposed my asshole. Mike bent down and gave my hole a
quick lick.

"I especially love this," he said, "I love this tight asshole. All mine,
forever."

He buried his face in between my legs and rimmed my ass. As the tingly
feelings of pleasure washed over me, I contemplated what he had
said. Forever. I was going to get to do this, forever. The thought relaxed
me, and then slowly some anxiety crept in. We had a wedding to plan. I put
that thought aside, and focused on the amazing pleasure that Mike was
giving me.

Mike removed his mouth from my ass and crawled over me. The tip of his dick
poked at my ass cheeks. He lined it up with my hole and brought his face
over mine.

"I love you, Clint." he said. Just as I said it back, he slid into me.

There was a time, long ago, when Mike's huge cock practically tore me up. I
would struggle to take him to the root. Now, it felt right to have him
inside of me. It was almost as if when he wasn't there, something was
missing. His dick had gone from being an occasional invader to practically
being a part of me. My eyes rolled back in my head in pleasure as Mike
kissed me along my jaw line.

He pulled out and then gently thrust back in. Minutes passed as he slowly
moved in and out of me. While he fucked me, he kissed and licked my face,
my shoulders, across my chest, and down my arms. I kissed him back, locking
my mouth onto whatever part of him was closest to me at the time; his lips,
the top of his head, or the lobe of his ear. Our hands moved across each
others' bodies, pausing to explore and caress. I let my fingers linger on
his obliques, feeling the rows of muscle pulse and contract as he thrust in
and out of me. I wrapped my legs around his ass, pulling him into me. We
didn't talk or whisper but gave our bodies completely to one another.

The longer we stayed locked together, the more our passion and lust for one
another mounted. The smell of our love making filled the room. It was a
combination of saliva and spit, sweat, and the musky odor of two rutting
males. I took it all in, allowing my dick to pulse and leak all over me and
Mike to thrust his way to orgasm.

Time passed. Eventually Mike kissed me on the lips and said, "I'm so
close."

It was a cue we'd worked out over hundreds of fucks. I reached down and
grabbed onto my dick, furiously jerking myself as Mike picked up the
pace. Each thrust ended with more of a punch. He arched his back as he
tried to get deeper inside of me. His breathing quickened against the side
of my neck. His mouth moved to my ear. "I love you so much." he whispered
as he collapsed on top of me. His body pulsed as his thick, hot cum shot
deep into my body. Each shot made his cock thicken, stretching me just a
little further. I yanked myself to orgasm and let go of my cock. My arms
wrapped around his body. As Mike continued to thrust, his abs ground
against my dick. I spewed my load against both of our bodies, letting it
spread out between us. Soon, the stink of cum was added to the aroma in the
room.

When our orgasms passed, Mike withdrew from my body and flopped down on his
back next to me. His dick was half hard and lay across his thigh. His
foreskin was wrinkled up over the head. I rubbed my hand across his belly,
and he took it into his hand. It was some of the best sex we'd ever had,
and both of us knew better than to ruin it by talking.

We lay side by side as our breathing slowed. I turned my head and saw that
Mike had his eyes closed. I curled up against his body, put my head against
his shoulder, and drifted off to sleep.

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