Date: Thu, 02 May 2002 11:36:48 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jock Ass Lover, chapter 1

Jock Ass Lover
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)


FOR ADULTS ONLY. The following story contains graphic descriptions of sex
between two men. If that offends you, read no further.

For other stories of mine, check out the authors page. To regular readers:
a new Team Reward will be coming out soon...promise. Comments to
billdrake@hotmail.com.


Jock Ass Lover

1

The first thing I saw was that perfect ass. I looked up at its owner as he
walked away from the bar and saw one thick-muscled college kid, blonde,
blue-eyed and cocky. He was dressed up for a Saturday night on the town,
and this was a swanky bar with a reputation as a straight meat market. I
was there because my friend and sometime fuckbuddy Dave was bartending; he
liked me to keep him company, and I enjoyed spending his down time scouting
out the oh-so-fuckable pieces of jock meat spilling over from the nearby
university.

Let me say right off that I love jock ass. Guess I always have, even when I
played ball in college and lusted after my hunky teammates. But now that
I'm 33, my hunger has now grown into a full-blown obsession: hunting down
and conquering tight jock hole. It helps that I have a commanding presence,
with a tall build (6'3") and a nice, muscular body that shows my years of
sports and exercise in every bulge and sinew.

That night I was dressed to show off my body. The tight, faded jeans and
dark gray T-shirt stretched over my frame didn't exactly pass the door
policy, but the management knew I was Dave's friend so didn't care
really. I think the doorman Jake was more than a little turned on by my
bod, too.

"Hey Bill," Dave said as he returned from serving a patron down at the
bar's end.  Fortunately, the place wasn't too crowded yet so we were able
to chat off and on. "You've been staring at that guy for five minutes now."

I didn't break my gaze. This guy was just too perfect. Nice smile, flashing
white teeth, a good tan that set off his blonde hair well. He wore a dark
blue dress shirt, immaculately pressed and dark dress trousers. Normally, I
liked my jocks short and squat, with a good meaty build, but this fucker
was tall, 6'5" and built like a fucking bulldozer to boot. The guy was
obviously enjoying a good buzz from a few rounds of drinks with his college
buddies, and also taking the time to enjoy a long, fat cigar with the kind
of forced, macho cockiness that you only see in twenty-one year olds. My
favorite fucking kind.

"Fuckin' hot piece of shit, isn't he?" I said more than asked.

"Shit, Bill, you gotta pick out the straightest piece of meat in the place,
dontcha?" Dave laughed as he dried a glass absently. I looked back at my
friend and saw that wistful, glazed-over look in his eyes. The fucker was
as turned on as I was watching this hot jock boy.

"Fuck, Dave, that stud isn't straight... Look at the way he keeps looking
back over here.  He gets off on the way we're checking him out."

Indeed the blonde hunk was casting furtive glances our way. I couldn't be
sure, but I think he was especially keen to catch my gaze. Not in a way
that would lock eyes with me, but he couldn't help but keep looking back
while he talked with his friends.  I was turned sideways at the bar, my
thighs spread as I leaned back in the stool and watched this gorgeous piece
of fuckmeat. Lazily, my left hand snaked down and grabbed my semi-hard cock
trapped in my jeans.

Shit, I thought the kid's eyes were going to leave their sockets they
opened so wide. His pale skin turned crimson red and he quickly looked
away. For a second. Then slowly, furtively, they returned, this time not to
my face but to that piece of meat trapped in between my legs.

It continued like this for the next ten minutes, as the poor boy tried to
carry a conversation with his buds while he mind was on cock. My cock. My
cock that was steadily growing hard and swelling in the tight faded
denim. Did I tell you how hot this kid was making me?

I was enjoying teasing this jock, but I had already had a couple of beers
and had to piss bad. Giving my crotch one last squeeze I stood up and
sauntered over to the head.

I walked into the men's room and took my stand in front of one of the
urinals. It felt good to let my cock out and my piss go. I was in the
middle of my piss when the bathroom door opened and in walked the jock
stud. He was smoking his cigar still as he sauntered up to the urinal next
to mine.

"A bit young to be smoking that, aren't you?" I asked matter-of-factly as I
stared forward at the tiled wall.

"Excuse me?" the hunk asked incredulously.

I looked over to him with the most serious facial expression I can manage.
"Yeah, bud, that's a man-sized cigar you got, and you're not smoking it
like a real man does. Let me show you how it's done." I reached over and
grabbed the smoldering stogie out from between his lips. As he stared, I
slowly brought it over and rested the wet, spit-slick chewed end at the tip
of my tongue and closed my mouth around it. Staring deep into his eyes, I
sucked in a hard, rough drag and held it there. I took out the cigar and
passed it back to him as I exhaled.


He took it and began puffing again. Short shallow puffs.

"No, man. I really gotta show ya don't I?" Once again I grabbed the cigar
and took in a good drag. As I held it in, I told him to breathe out. The
second his last breath was expelled, I grabbed the back of his thick neck
and pulled our faces together. I clamped my mouth over his, and as his
instinct was to suck in air, I blew hot smoke into his mouth.

That had him. As soon that smoke was all the way in his lungs, his tongue
was entering my mouth, battling with mine. The kid was nervous, excited and
horny all at once. He sucked face like it was his first kiss and might be
his last. His tongue pushed forward in long, deep lapping motions until
mine pushed back deep into the cavity of his hot mouth.

What's more, a hard, thick piece of cockmeat now nudged against my hard
abdomen. Instinctively I reached down and grabbed it, feeling how much
manhood this jock carried between his legs. He wasn't as hung as I am, but
even without looking I could tell I had one large, hot, beautiful piece of
stud dick in my hand. When my fingers explored the length of that hard
cock, the jock moaned and jerked. The dickhead was real wet with his goo,
and I should have taken that as a sign he was gonna blow any second. Truth
was, I didn't care, I was getting off pushing this jock's buttons, buttons
he didn't even realize he had. Instead of backing off, I frigged that hot
dick harder, causing my new jock friend to whimper into my mouth.

Desperately, the boy pulled his head back and cried out. "Aw, man, slow
down, fuck, stop, man, I'm gonna blow..."

"Yeah, stud," I growled, "You're gonna fucking blow. Right now." With a
hard shove I pushed his back against the stall divider that stood next to
the urinals as I crushed my hot, open mouth against his and really jerked
his hard jock cock. The hunk's oral cavity felt delightfully silky warm as
I probed deep with my tongue, scraping up every bit of jock spit I could
before feeding it back to him.


I barely had time to move my free left hand (still holding the cigar - I
had to bend a bit not to burn either of us) to catch his hot, thick load
that started geysering out of his flared cock.

"Ungh, ungh, ungh" the boy chanted in rhythm into my open mouth as he lost
his seed, depositing all that rich jock cream into the palm of my hand.

As he came down from his orgasmic high, I backed away. My dick was
throbbing fiercely, but that could wait. If I knew anything, this guy would
be mine for the night. So I decided to take my time. My hand was coated in
this guy's jizz, so I took the smoldering cigar and wiped the sperm off all
over the length. Globs of white clung to the brown tobacco.

The kid was still catching his breath, leaning back against the divider,
his trousers undone and his still hard and dripping cock sticking straight
out under his dress shirt. That dick was a beauty, long, wet and perfectly
cylindrical, still pulsing and red with desire. The jock boy's eyes were
closed and his mouth open, so I slid the wet end of the cigar back into his
mouth. Instinctively his lips closed around it and I could tell he was
sucking the film of sperm off the end.

I went to the sink to wash my hands and to stuff my hardon back into my
jeans.  Not an easy task, but I knew the night was young. I sauntered back
to this stud and with a brotherly pat on the back spoke to him. "Fast
shooter, aren't you stud? Just let me know if you need a real man to teach
you some control."

His eyes opened and looked into mine like a deer in the headlights. He was
too stunned to speak or hell, maybe he was just enjoying the cum-flavored
cigar too much to open his mouth. My hand traveled south to give that
perfect bubble butt a quick squeeze, then I was off. I opened the bathroom
door and left him there spent and hard-dicked.