Date: Sun, 05 May 2002 14:27:54 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jock Ass Lover, pt 2

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

part 2


I'd returned back to my spot at the bar and downed the rest of my beer.  I
hated to wash away the taste of fresh jock spit that still filled my
palate, but hell I was thirsty. Dave walked up to me, staring at me
silently while I drank.

"You bastard," he finally greeted me.

"Me?" I asked, smiling.

"You had him in the bathroom didn't you?"

"Does it show?"

"On him it does. I never seen a happier freshly fucked face."

"Shit, Dave, I'm not done with that stud yet."

"Fuck, Bill, I can't believe you sometimes."

"What? Don't believe me? Take a look..." I pointed my head in the direction
of my jock boy. The kid was smiling, drinking his beer, smoking his cigar
and talking with his buddies. And looking right at me.  Slowly and
deliberately, he pulled his cigar out of his mouth and when he put it back
in, his tongue went out and lapped at one of the drops of cum that still
clung to it.

"Jesus..." Dave said while walking away, the lust and jealousy apparent in
his voice.

I bid my time, watching my jock boy and enjoying my beer, chatting with
Dave whenever he had a down moment, telling him all the nasty things I
wanted to do to my jock.

After about fifteen minutes my new buddy comes over with his friends to
near where I'm sitting. The kid goes to the bar to order a round of drinks,
and stands right in the space next to my stool. As he's giving his order to
Dave, his hand slips down into my lap and grabs onto my hardon that's
trapped mercilessly in the pant leg of my jeans. The little fuck is
squeezing my meat good, working me up and milking out a good flow of dick
dew into my boxers. All the while he's staring up at the TV screen as if
nothing is going on, like he's just waiting for his drinks. But I can see
that damned smirk on his face. By the end of the night, I knew I was going
to wipe that smirk off him.

The place was filling up by now, so when their drinks arrive, the jock and
his buddies stood in a circle of conversation right next to me. The young
athlete made sure to stand where his backside pressed right into me. Of
course, I took advantage of the situation to grab one of those perfect
mounds in my right hand and feel the power of the kid's ass.  Yeah, that
was what the kid was waiting for, cause the moment my fingers grazed his
dress pants, he backed himself so his plump butt was squarely in the palm
of my hand. So I went to town. Why not give the boy what he wanted?  I
explored, caressed and needed every inch of that bubble ass, then roughly,
I shoved my hand into the cleft of his ass, pushing the material tight down
in there, then through the layers of cloth, started circling and pushing at
his bunghole. I wish I could have seen his face as I diddled his butt,
though I really didn't need to. I knew the guy was trying to keep a
straight face for his jock buddies but was fighting back the feelings of
man pleasure washing over him. Feelings he probably didn't know he could
feel from a perfect stranger in a bar, right in the open.

At one moment, the young men were all looking across the bar at some woman,
so I took the opportunity.  Reaching between his legs, I grabbed the jock's
hard cock and quickly massaged it through his trousers. Fuck, you'd have
thought the kid didn't just shoot a major wad in the bathroom thirty
minutes ago. Almost instantly, his hips were bucking back and forth, as if
they could decide whether to break free of my hold or fuck his cock into
it.

I made the decision for him, removing my hand. By then I'd had enough of
the games. "Dave buddy," I called out to my friend. "I'm going home
now. Talk to ya tomorrow."

Dave gave me a quizzical look, nodding his head questioningly to the young
man standing right next to me. But when he saw the look in my face, he said
nothing about him, just told me to have a good night.

I sauntered out of the bar, making my way across the parking lot to my
car. I lit up a cigarette and gave him exactly two minutes.

Sure enough, just as I was unlocking my car door, I saw in my peripheral
vision my boy leave the bar and dash toward me.

"Wait!" he cried out.

I stopped as I opened the car door and looked expectantly at him. "Yeah?"

"I...I didn't get your name."

"Bill." I offered my hand to shake.

"Jim. Jim Connors," he replied, his toothy smile showing just the hint of
that cockiness I'd seen just a minute ago in the bar. "I just wanted to say
that was a hot time... back in the men's room."

I didn't let go of his hand, but instead used my grip to pull his hot body
closer to mine. I reached my left arm around his waist and held him so I
could speak at a low, deep pitch. "Well, Jim, that was only the warm up. I
think you want more. Tonight. Am I right?"

"What makes you think..." He tried to pull away but I held him still. "I
mean, I just came out to say thanks, that's all. I..."

I shut him up with my mouth planted directly on his fine jock lips. This
kid may have been cocky, but he offered no resistance as my tongue pushed
deep into his oral cavity and claimed its territory.

That did it. This hunky side of grade-A all-American beef melted in my
arms, as his hormones went into overdrive. His ballplayer bod crushed into
mine, and I could feel that big hardon thrusting into my own crotch.  There
we were, two full-bodied muscled men making out in a deserted parking lot,
swapping spit while his thick hands grabbed and clawed at my chest and
biceps and mine ran the length of his beefy delts and lats and of course
that taut, round jock butt.

I removed my mouth to begin a full frontal assault on his ear, nibbling and
fucking my thick tongue in and out of the hole. This made the young stud
moan and buck even more. "So, boy," I growl into his ear, "do you want to
come home with me and get that sweet ass of yours fucked?"

Jim stuttered. "I never..."

"Fuck, guy, that's not what I asked. I asked if you were ready to come back
to my place and get your ass fucked."

Sheepishly, the athlete hung his head down to gaze at his shuffling
feet. Then he looked up and met my eyes with his own lusty gaze.  "Yeah,"
he croaked in his collegiate baritone. "Yeah, I'd like that."

"Been thinking about it all night long, haven't you?"

"Yeah, man," he admitted.

"Thought so," I replied as I again crushed my hot lips against his grinding
our horny, hungry mouths together. Greedily, my hands went straight down to
his belt and unbuckled it, Within seconds I'd unzipped his dress pants and
was pulling them down and just when I hooked my fingers in his boxers, the
guy fights to break free of my lip lock.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he asks.

"Don't worry bud, just giving you a little preview."  I pulled down the
stud's underwear and took a brief second to admire that fully erect cock
once more. "Turn around," I ordered.

I could tell he was scared. Scared of getting caught with his pants down in
a public place.  Scared people would find out this ballplaying star was a
queer. Scared that he was gonna get fucked right there on the hood of my
car. The kid was shivering.

"Easy, bud, your gonna love this." With a gentle push, I guided his torso
down onto the car hood. I crouched down in position. Fuck, what a sight!
Those jock globes flexed in front of me. Involuntarily, I'm sure, but man
was that kid inviting me right in.

I took the mounds of flesh in each hand and pried the muscle apart. The
crack was dusted in a trail of soft, blonde hair. There wasn't much light
in the parking lot, but I could see a hot pink pucker spasming in the fresh
night air.

I started right below his balls, alternating a good, thorough tonguing with
a nibbling action that had my boy groaning and moaning. "Shit, Bill, that
feels good. Ah, yeah, keep on going. I can feel your tongue touching my
asshole! Ah shit, now you're eating me out! So fucking good! Don't
stop. Man, I didn't know it could be this great. Fuck, Bill..."

And that was the sound of Jim Connors' first rim job. I dug in deep, my
strong fingers like talons in the firm flesh of his meaty ass, my tongue a
pistoning spear delving into that tight hole and opening it up with
rhythmic, corkscrew motions.  Then, I'd pull out and run the tip of my
tongue all along the length between his buns, slathering that hot crack and
getting it wet with my spit. Until I couldn't resist going back to his
beautiful pucker and attacking it again, gnawing and licking and slurping
at my jock's ass til I could sense he would blow if I continued.


Reluctantly, I pulled back, examining the fine specimen in front of me.
His blue dress shirt was still on, his trousers were pulled down just to
mid thigh, revealing the bulging mounds of alabaster jock muscle. Two
rounded twin peaks of flesh just begging to be fucked. Hard. The crack
still shone wet with saliva, and my cock couldn't help but twitch
anticipating sinking into that wet hole.

I controlled myself though, and bent down to hook my arms underneath the
athlete's arms, using my strength to pull the guy up to a standing position
again. Like a madman, I attacked his neck and ear with my mouth, biting and
kissing every inch, tasting the fresh scent of soap and cheap
cologne. Meanwhile, my hands reached up under his shirt and clenched at the
burning flesh of his chest and torso. It was smooth and soft - and muscle
hard. Better than I'd even dreamed.

Jim tossed his head back and growled. "Shit, Bill, that's fantastic. You
got me so hot right now."

I looked over his shoulder to the hood of the car. Rivulets of pre-cum ran
down the metal where his dick had lain. Jim's hardon throbbed and dripped,
his reddened dickhead coated in the wetness of his cockslime. Insistently,
my left hand reached down and grabbed at his balls, tugging the tight
nutsack down.

"Jesus, stud," I said, my right hand massaging his bulging pec muscles and
thick nipples. "I don't know what kind of protein shakes your coach has
been giving you, but those balls are leaking more jock cream than some guys
can shoot."

"How did you know I was a jock?"

"Hell, boy, I can tell. I played ball too in college, got to be able to
sniff out tight athlete butt. The real thing. What position do you play?"

"Center, 1st string."

"Oooh, yeah, I shoulda known." I reached behind him to cup his smooth, taut
ass, running my fingers deep in the cleft. "I bet you love it when your
quarterback feels you up back here... Sticks his big hand right up into
your crack... right there real tight... calling the fucking shots."

With that I shoved two fat fingers right into that hole. His sphincter
clamped tight, holding my digits deep inside the heat of his rectum. I
wiggled inside him, frigging his shithole as much as I could, and massaging
his buttnut.

"Fuck, Bill, I'm cumming!" he cried as his dick jerked and out shot a good,
healthy spray of football-jock sperm. The boy was crying and shaking the
whole time. I don't think he'd ever had it so good. And the night was young
still.

"Yeah boy," I cooed into his ear as his dick dribbled more onto my car's
hood and his body came down from the heights of his second orgasm of the
night. Instead of rough jabs, my fingers soothed and massaged his rectum,
comforting him and loosening up that hole.  "Couldn't hold back, could ya?
That's OK, bud, let it loose. Bill's got all night to take care of
ya. Yeah, you're ready to come back to my place and get down to business,
give it up for your man?"

I don't think I could have beat the vision of this jock's all-American
handsome face turning to meet my gaze as he said "Yeah, OK, Bill," as his
hot mouth met mine in a kiss that told me he was ready to have his sweet
cherry jock ass busted for good.


To be cont...