Date: Thu, 01 Mar 2001 11:52:44
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Fucked by a Pro

Fucked by a Pro
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)

WARNING: This story is intending for adults only. It contains sexually
explicit material and same-sex content. If this offends you, read no
further.

None of the characters practice safe sex, but life and fantasy are not the
same: always wear a condom when you fuck.

Other of my stories are available in the Authors section of the Nifty
archive. Comments welcome at billdrake@hotmail.com. Thanks to those who
have written. Even when I can't reply, your encouragement keeps me writing.


Fucked by a Pro


Randy Ferris struggled on the bed. I had his wrists pinned down to the
sheets and held my weight on his legs, so that about all he could do is
writhe around and wiggle his nice, plump muscleass trying to get free.
Randy was one stud. Six foot and 190 pounds, the fucker packed a mean, lean
lot of muscle on his frame. He had dark eyes and a perpetual brown stubble
that covered his cheeks.

Unfortunately for Randy, I'm a bigger stud, with a good two inches height
and twenty pounds weight on him. And the more he struggled and wagged that
ass of his, the thicker and bigger and harder my dick got. My cocktip was
smearing thick lube all over his firm butt cheeks and my shaft fell into
the groove of his ass and started bucking back against him...

I pulled my hips back to get better aim until my dickhead found his hole. I
love it when a guy's been fucked good and plenty the day before. The pucker
opens up just enough to give a hole for your prick to nestle into.
Sometimes, I work that pucker with the tip of the cock, making little
circular motions and opening the fucker up for my big fuckstick. Not
tonight. I was too fucking horny to wait another moment. Having found my
target, I pushed my cock in hard and fast. Randy screamed. "Fuck,
Anderson!" he cried as his body quivered and his ass froze in place, not
knowing which direction to move. The inner lining of that fine ass spasmed
and clutched hard at my shaft. I almost nutted right then and there.

Yeah, but my fuck buddy was enjoying this. As I held my cock deep in his
guts, I felt the contractions of his ass walls as his dick geysered a thick
load onto the bedsheets below. Randy had an extra sensitive prostate and
would often shoot the minute my big cock rubbed his inner spot.

I just held still for a minute to let his orgasm subside, then began
fucking him. Hard. Ferris had by now stopped squirming and just lay limp as
I fucked my hard cock in and out of his relaxed, open hole.

"Jesus, Anderson," he muttered, "you're fucking turning my ass inside out."

"Yeah, stud," I replied. "and you fucking love it, don't ya?"

He paused a moment, then answered. "Yeah, fuck that big dick up my asshole,
bud."

I broke my pace momentarily to give Ferris an extra half-thrust just to get
him hotter. "Hell, I know what my man needs. Needs a real man's cock
screwing him all day long."

His hips pivoted back to meet mine. Every time my balls slapped the stretch
of exposed skin between his thighs, he grunted. "Yes sir."

My dick was oozing hard now. Randy Ferris always got me hot. He wasn't my
lover but was one my most regular fuckbuddies. He was a security guard at
one of the corporate offices downtown. I'd been called there one afternoon
after a fire alarm was pulled and saw the hunk talking to the firemen who'd
arrived. I went over and introduced myself.

"Officer Mark Anderson," I said, shaking his hand.

Our eyes met in a shared secret lust and I knew immediately what type of
man Ferris was. The kind who was big, butch and probably hung but who
craved a real cop's dick more than anything else. The sort who could be
mean and gruff most of the time, but once you got him in the sack his legs
would be wrapped around your waist trying to pull in another inch of hard
cock.

My instincts were right and my dick has found a willing home ever since.
Randy's even lined me up with some overtime work with his security company.
But the best is when we fuck on Sunday afternoon before his night shift.
Seems that a week of saving it up makes him extra horny.

"Fuck me, man." I could barely hear Randy's words they were coming out in a
low, gruff kind of whimper. I held on tight to his body, feeling the
striations of muscle that flexed whenever his body convulsed at one of my
hard dick thrusts.

"Yeah, fucker," I hissed as I rotated my hips further to keep fucking more
cockshaft up there. "I know you need this dick. Need a big piece of real
cop meat to show your ass what a real fucking means."

"Yeah, Jim, I need it. Need big fucking cop dick screwing me hard."

I grabbed his wrists harder as I fucked his ass with deep thrusts, then
alternated with shallow corkscrew motions with my hard, long prick. It was
driving Randy wild, I could tell. Fuck, it was driving me wild.

"Geez, Jim, your cock feels too fucking good."

I pulled out to the tip and waited a second. "Yeah?" I teased.

Randy was almost in pain he was so hot for my dick. "Christ, man, don't do
that to me. I need it bad."

"Need what, bud?" I eased just a half inch of my cock into his hole then
withdrew again.

"Oh, man, I need that cock. All fucking nine inches of cop dick up my
hole. Fuck me, man!"

I obliged, spearing him deep and fast with the length of my hardon, while I
pushed down hard on his body to press him against the bed. I wanted to him
to feel my penetration as much as possible. It proved too much for Ferris.

"Oh shit!" he cried. Randy came again. I couldn't see it, but I knew he was
shooting his load as my fuck thrusts ground his cock into the bed sheet.

I'm usually a man in control, but what Ferris was doing to my dick with his
ass muscles took me by surprise. The warm, wet asswalls clamped down on my
cock, making me feel my nut rise.

"Jesus," I breathed. "Gotta cum. Gotta fill your ass up."

"Do it," he urged, and I was lost.

"I'm gonna cum, man," I yelled.  My prick suddenly let loose a few days'
pent up sperm. It felt real good. I'd almost forgotten how wonderful a
good, long fuck with Randy could be. Almost as if on autopilot I fucked my
cream deep into his hole while told me to fuck him a new hole.

Finally, I eased my pace, and caught my breath, keeping my cock inside his
guts, even though I was no longer fully hard. I loved the warm, slick
squishy feel of his guts as my rubbery meat massaged the inside of his
being til he cooed with fucked-out bliss. "Feels good, bud."

"Fuck, I know. Needed that fuck, didn't you, Ferris?" I asked, almost
murmuring in his ear as I fell onto his back in exhaustion.

"Shit, yeah, man. A week's too long to wait for your cock. Why don't you
come over in the middle of the week sometime, fuck me between shifts?"

I didn't answer for a minute. I just lie there enjoying the warm, wet feel
of his back pressed flat against my chest. Finally, I replied sleepily,
"I'd like to, bud. I'd love to pound your ass day and night... But I like
how horny you can get when you haven't had dick in a while."

We lay still for sometime, my dick softening but still nestled in his hole,
our bodies pressed together, his legs wrapped around mine. Besides fucking
a horny musclestud, nothing in the world is better than feeling the heat
and power of a man you've just fucked into submission.

Soon we'd turned on our sides, so that I was no longer resting my weight on
top of him. I wrapped my arms around his bulging chest and held him closer
as I kissed his neck and licked up to his ear.

"Hey Jim, forgot to ask you earlier..." he said.

"Yeah, man?"

"Looking for any extra time this week?"

"Sure, bud," I replied, my semi-soft dick still gently fucking his guts. "I
could use some extra cash. What's the job?"

"They need airport security help tomorrow evening. I remembered you have
Mondays off and told them I might know someone interested."

Slowly my hand caressed Randy's hairy, muscular torso. His muscles no
longer had much definition, but I didn't care. He was still a built stud
and I loved to feel the muscular mass underneath my hand. I passed over his
cock, which it appeared was getting a bit harder.

"OK with me," I answered. I gave a little laugh as my cock slid in further
into his ass. "But it sounds boring."

"Yeah, it can be. Lots of sitting around. I did it two weeks ago myself. I
will say the supervisor there is one fucking hot guy."

My dick was getting firmer and I began a more regular thrust with my hips,
though I still wasn't at a full fuck.  "Is sex all you think about, bud?" I
teased.

He laughed and pushed his ass back against me. "Hard to think about
anything else when you got a pound of cop meat fucking you."

By this point we both knew that we were ready for another full-on
manfuck. I grabbed his hips and began pounding his tight hole good and
hard.

My fuck buddy convulsed in pleasure each time my shaft drove home and he
began urging me on. "That's it, officer. Use my fucking hole"

I already was.


*****

The next day was pretty dull. My job was to sit hour after hour in the same
spot by the security clearance gate to watch over the passengers going
through the metal detectors and baggage X-ray machines. At about 3pm,
though, about twenty-five of the hottest men I had ever seen walked into
the terminal. They were all real big, outweighing me by at least 15 pounds,
some considerably more. Normally you see all sorts of hot men during
airport duty - college students, businessmen, military guys - so many that
after a while I don't pay too much attention. But these guys were male
perfection. Fucking huge muscles. Big dicks clearly visible in the
sweatpants that many were wearing. Complete cockiness that let everyone
know not to fuck with them. It took me a second to recognize who they were
- the visiting pro football team in town for the Sunday game against the
Giants. Shit, were they incredible specimens. And they were filing past me.

When the tallest of the men went through, the metal detector went off. As
was procedure, the female guard on duty told him to follow me. The man was
the quarterback of the team (I recognized him from the sports page photos)
and was dressed somewhat less casually than some of the other team members
in a pair of gray slacks and a white oxford shirt. The stud was one
irresistible piece of meat, with the combination of man jock muscles (his
biceps bulged even in the dress shirt) and a still young-ish cute face. I
waved the metal detection wand over his arms and legs and got nothing other
than his watch and the ring he was wearing. I followed on through over his
upper chest, down his torso and over his midsection. When the wand passed
over his crotch, it beeped. I seriously doubted this NFL quarterback was a
terrorist packing heat, but we couldn't make exceptions for security
procedure. Besides, I couldn't help but wonder what the fuck in the crotch
of his trousers made the metal detector go off.

In a very detached and professional manner I told him to follow me into the
adjoining room. When we got inside, I again ran the metal detection rod
over his body, this time more thoroughly. I traced the contours of his hard
muscle as I outlined his arms, his back and his torso. No trace of metal.
Slowly, I started at the ankle and ran the wand up the inside of his calf,
knee, then thigh. When I neared his crotch, the rod bumped into something -
a very large cock that draped down the leg of the quarterback's trousers. I
tried not to register any sign of anything unusual - I was still
maintaining a professional demeanor - but man, was I hard as hell. I
realized that I had a major erection in my uniform and that I might have
had one for the last five minutes for all I knew.

Up the other leg I went with the wand, this time relieved that I wouldn't
have to watch out for any hidden NFL cockmeat. When I got to the guy's
crotch, the beeping went off again. I had no choice.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to strip from the waist down,
sir." I intoned.

With his large hands, he fumbled at the belt, getting it undone, then
unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. There was no underwear beneath, and I
was immediately faced with the sight of dark brown, bushy pubic hair and,
as he let his trousers drop to his ankles, a fat, semi-erect cock. Fuck,
that dick was beautiful - big, long and meaty, it had one of those
perfectly round heads that matched the girth of his shaft. Just the sight
of that quarterback cock had my own leaking like crazy.

I haven't had to do strip searches often, but never have I seen a guy with
more than the most flaccid cock while being searched. Usually the
embarrasment or humilitaion keeps men soft. But I quickly saw why this one
was half-hard. Around the base of his dick was a shiny metal cockring. The
penis dangled and twitched slightly to the pace of the man's heartbeat.

I must have been staring at his crotch, because the athlete spoke up.

"Hey, cop, I got about thirty minutes before take off. Do you want to suck
it?"

I started to protest, to tell him that he had no right to insinuate I was a
cocksucker. Only that dick stopped me. It was growing now, and I was
transfixed. The fucker was huge, growing erect and growing in size. Nine,
ten, eleven inches. Here I was alone with a horny pro football player with
the largest cock I'd ever seen. This horny cop couldn't resist.

The minute my knees hit the floor, my tongue was on his cock and hairy
balls, licking and devouring manflesh like it was my last meal. I spent a
minute licking every inch of cock before slipping the fat dickhead into my
mouth and going down on pure, hard NFL cock.

That prick was fully erect by now, a giant club that throbbed in my right
hand as I sucked a few inches down my throat and my left hand hefted the
quarterback's ballsac. My jaw stretched as more jockmeat pushed into my
mouth. I knew I'd never be able to deep throat this fucker. Half the length
was about all I could take. But fuck, it was wonderful. I could feel the
power and testosterone and precum oozing from the end of that fuckstick,
and I swallowed every bit that I could.

All the while he talked down to me. "It seems like cop here likes a big
dick." I started to ease off his prick to tell him yes, I worshipped him
and his cock, but before the tip left my mouth, his hips thrust forward and
guided the dick back deep into my throat.

After a minute of this, the hunk athlete pulled me up off my knees. To my
surprise his lips met my still open mouth for a hard, deep kiss. I felt his
stubble against mine as his tongue fought mine to submission.

I felt the firm pecs underneath the cloth of his shirt and knew I had to
feel the quarterback flesh naked. I unbuttoned his shirt and began to feel
every inch of the muscular chest, running my hand through the wispy curls
of hair that covered it like a pelt. I felt his hand, firm and strong,
reach around the back of my head and pulled toward his body. My head
followed and I found myself close up to his chest and eye to eye with his a
large, brown-red mantit. His nipples were big and round, the way I like
them, and they gradually raised up into erect points as I sucked, licked
and bit the sensitive spots. The guy moaned as I worked him over the best I
knew how, never forgetting to stroke his hardon with my free hand. I could
feel the precum drool down my hand as he grabbed my neck and pulled me off
his tits and met me in another hot kiss.

Silently he turned me around so that I was facing away from him. He stepped
up close to me and wrapped his meaty arms around me, one hand caressing the
muscles of my torso through my uniform shirt, the other hand working on
undoing my belt and zipper.

I didn't need to be told what was going to happen: this god of a man was
going to fuck me, right there in the backroom of this airport. I knew that
eventually I'd start to be missed and that someone could walk in on us, but
I was beyond caring. I was hot for this stud. I don't normally bottom
either, but eleven erect inches and the powerful arms yanking the pants of
my security uniform down to my knees told me who was in charge.

He bent me over the desk in the office, then I felt him step away. I was
real nervous. I hadn't gotten fucked much. The couple of times I did it, it
hurt like hell, so I never wanted to try it again. And seeing as how I
never had a shortage of studs wanting to take my oversized meat, I
considered myself a top. I knew this was going to hurt like hell, but part
of me didn't care. I had to have this man riding me.


I looked back and he was fishing a condom and some lube from his
wallet. With almost one deliberate motion, he tore the package open and
rolled the rubber down over his huge shaft. He squirted the packet of lube
into his palm then greased up his pole.

When he stepped back behind me, the cock felt all cool and wet. My ass
tensed up and clamped shut. This didn't stop his insistent cock, which
pressed forward, forcing my hole open.

"Fuck!" I yelled as he penetrated my hole. He slid even more meat up my
tight ass.

"Come on, stud, tell me you don't want this dick." He pushed in further.

I opened my mouth to speak but I couldn't. I was in pain, but I was so
fucking turned on. My dick was hard and leaking all over the desk and the
hard cock in my ass was rubbing me just right. As his prick began a slow,
methodical in-an-out motion, I could feel myself relaxing and soon the pain
was replaced entirely by pleasure. For the first time I understood and felt
the amazing ecstasy of getting fucked by a horny stud. The same pleasure
I'd given other men now filtered through my entire body. The pro athlete
fucking me really took charge, laying into my ass at full power. My
sensations were a blur, as I lay like a limp rag, my body still except for
my ass, which humped back to get more glorious cock deep into my bowels.

Suddenly I felt something happen in my ass.

My stud leans down until his powerful chest muscles press against the warm,
moist skin of my back. "Know what that was?" he breaths into my ear.

"No," I mutter. His dick pushes in, then withdraws almost to the tip.

"Fucking shredded that rubber." He thrust up again. "Feel my dickhead
poking your ass, cop?"

I could, but couldn't answer beyond a groan. I could feel the naked touch
of his cockhead massaging my inner walls and it felt wonderful.

"Yeah, you can feel it," my topman growled, "You can feel it and you love
it. I could take this baby out. Wrap it up again." Another deep, powerful
shove.

"No," I groaned. "Fuck me raw. I wanta feel your dick."

"Though you might like that," he replied. The dick withdrew until just the
tip was lodged in my butthole. I looked back and could see my stud
quarterback reach down with both hands and stretch the rubber until it
ripped and snapped. Without hesitation he shoved all eleven inches back
into my eager hole.

"There, bud, my dick's all yours now, feel it?"

"Fuck yeah, stud," I replied. "Fuck me deep."

He pushed in with a quick thrust. I could feel every ridge and vein of his
cock fucking me senseless. "This deep enough for you, stud?"

I just moaned in approval.

"Gonna fuck my cum up this cop's ass. You want it?"

"Shoot that load, man. Fuck it deep."

With that, the athlete pulled my body up against his and hosed his thick
load deep into my guts. The feeling was so incredible. I was being bred by
one of the hottest men in pro football. I started jacking my hard prick in
a fury of lust. I knew I was close, could feel the jism rise up from deep
within me.

Just then, my quarterback fucker grabbed my arms and pulled my hands off my
dick. Roughly he pulled both arms behind my back and held them tight as he
fucked his exploding cock in and out of my hole. The effect was
electrifying. As his huge cock injected wave after wave of semen into my
hole, my own cock exploded in a shower of cum. Free of any touch, it
unleashed a huge load as my ass was getting filled with pure football jock
cum.


After he pulled free of my ass, the quarterback wiped his cock clean with a
napkin lying on the desk and pulled on his trousers and shirt again.

"Thanks for the fuck, officer," he said and pulled my head to his to meet
in another deep kiss. "Maybe I'll be around in New York again soon." Fuck,
was this stud saying he might want another fuck? My uniform pants were
still bunched around my ankles and thick jock cum was oozing out of my
fuckhole as I wrote down my name and number on a piece of paper and tucked
it into his dress shift.

I pulled up my pants, feeling the jism soak the crack of my boxers, then
gave my stud one last kiss before he went to catch his plane and I went
back to my post.

*********


After shooting such a major load, you'd think I'd have been satisfied for
the day. Instead I was hornier than fuck. All of a sudden I noticed every
man walking through the security checkpoint. I started thinking about their
dicks, their muscles, their tight asses.

By the time my break came along, I was so horned up I thought I'd explode.
Within a couple of minutes of walking through the terminal, I caught eyes
with a hunky business man, who followed me into the men's room. I pushed
him into the bathroom stall, pulled down his suit pants and fucked him.
Fucked him hard.  That took some of the edge off for the rest of the
afternoon.

Later that evening, I called Randy Ferris over. I figured I owed him a good
fuck as a thank you for setting me up with the airport gig. Plus, I was
extra horny. Randy didn't care what ulterior motives I might have, he just
spread his big, meaty thighs and called me every name in the book as I
screwed his ass rough and raw.

While I was riding Randy's bubble butt, the answering machine clicked
on. It was my quarterback telling me how much he was looking forward to
round two when he's in town week after next. Said he might bring some
buddies along. I can't fucking wait.