Date: Sun, 15 Mar 2009 16:06:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gunter Ragen <gruntraq@yahoo.com>
Subject: Can You Come Over

This is a true story, though perhaps spiced up a bit with names changed. It
seems the best and hottest stories come from memories rather than
imagination. Comments always welcome. gruntraq@yahoo.com

"Can you come over?", he said in his craven slow voice. My football-jock
fuck-buddy in high-school would call me late at night when he was drunk.
His heavy breathing and perverted tones always made me hard, knowing he had
his fat 7" bent dick in his hand, pumping himself as he begged.

"I really need you", he slurred wanting. "Come over man. That fuckin bitch
Tracy wouldn't put out cuz she's on the rag. I really need you man". The
letterman jock was a sex starved stud alright. He was built like a brick,
muscled with light dark hair all over his chest. At 17, he was like 28. His
body was hard, perfectly formed from several years of playing football,
baseball, wrestling, and weight lifting. All the girls at school lusted
after him.

He could fuck like a jackhammer, a fuck you remembered the next day when he
would not be seen talking to you in the locker room in gym class. He was
the BMOC you know, the straight stud jock star. But he had a secret. I
wasn't one of his circle at school, but I was his first call when he really
wanted to get off hard in a way that he could not talk about among friends.

"I cant man", I plead. "It's 10:30 at night and I just got home from a
party. I'm half drunk too and just got by my parents without them catching
on. I cant get away with leaving again tonight. His heavy breathing
continued over the line. "Uhh, come on man I need you so bad. I love you.
Just come over. My dad's gone for the night and I'm here by myself. I got a
couple beers too."

It was a five mile bike ride to Doug's house. My heart pounded as I debated
whether to continue a fool's battle trying to tell him no or take the risk
and sneak out. Landing in in the foot-ball jock's bedroom was always a
rough, hard and long fuck - especially when he was drunk. He cared not
about foreplay, sucking, kissing. No. He liked pushing you onto this messy
unkempt bed and sticking your face in the same spot where he made his
girlfriend bleed. He fucked you until he came and then swept you out the
door.

Did I mind being used like that? Sometimes. But I was too young to think
about more than how fucking good it hurt and how much I loved this stud
reaming me. I cant explain it. Something about that hard lean body of
muscle, that throbbing blunt pain of his pounding cock, and the smell of
the Jergens hand lotion he always used for lube just made me immune to
reason or sanity. And he bottomed once in a while too, but not often.

I slipped on some black sweats and some tennis shoes before I snuck out my
bedroom window. Carefully making my way out the gate and speeding away on
my mountain bike I was fast on my way across town in the dark. When I got
to Doug's house I cruised by slowly to make sure his dad's truck wasn't
there and then parked my bike under their big tree. When the foot-ball jock
answered the door he was only wearing a white jockstrap, his fully erect
cock hanging heavy in it.

He quickly led me back to his lair at the end of the hallway and shut the
door behind us. "Uh man I am so fuckin glad you came over. I`ve been
thinking about you all night", he said in a sensual voice. We met face to
face and kissed briefly while he pulled his jock off. His hands slid into
my loose fitting sweats and began handling my growing meat as I fondled his
bent tool. His 7" meat was thick and cut, but had this sideways curve in it
that made him quite unique.

After a brief moment of mutual jacking he said, "Get on the bed, I want to
fuck you." I slipped my sweats off and assumed the position on my knees
with my ass in the air. I buried my face in his sweaty musky pillow as he
saddled up between my spread legs. "Um, I don't have any lube.", he said
apologetically. I winced at the thought, but was still pretty drunk when I
replied "Just put lots of spit on your cock". He grunted, "You sure?".
"Yeah, just take it easy", I replied. As if that had any meaning.

My hole was watering as it was, as he spit on his fingers and began working
them in and out of my waiting chute. He spit again and I heard him jacking
up his cock as I shut my eyes and squeezed the pillow in wait. Then his
blunt fat cock pressed against my gate and slowly pushed against my body's
natural resistance. He pulled out and pushed in again slowly while applying
another wad of his mouth water to his meat. The friction and splitting pain
ripped through my hole as he sunk in again.

"Ohhh, man that feels so good", he said slowly and sexy. "I wish we could
live together and fuck every night". As his words registered he grabbed my
thighs in a thight grip and began fuck hammering me raw. In to the balls,
out to the head letting my hole slam shut. Into the balls, out to the head
letting my hole slam shut. His dick pounded against my gate, ripping it
open and letting it slam.  I gasped and clenched the pillow doing my best
not to cry out as he dug his sickle into me so hard. As I was about to ask
him to take it easy, he switched gears.

He laid down on my back and wrapped his hairy muscular arms up under my
chest and began a deeper but smoother spoon fuck that I could take much
easier. His fast shallow breaths hit the beads of sweat on the back of my
neck as his fuck became a dull burning pound. His rough palms clenched my
upper chest as his mustache and goatee rubbed the skin next to my ear. "Oh,
man I love you, I love you so much" he mustered to whisper in my ear, his
cock hard and fast at my nest.

After what seemed like minutes of our bodies rubbing in a pool of sweat
together as the smell of man sex filled the air, he pulled out and stood
back up on his knees. Pulling me back up to a doggy position, he spit on
his cock some more and shoved it back in and began the deep plowing motions
again. While it hurt, it felt so good I didn't have the guts to ask him to
ease up. Sweat was rolling down by forehead and soaking the pillow my
pedantic moans and utterances muffled into.

"Fuck yeah, oh fuck yeah" he grunted as he started fucking me so hard it
was making loud slapping sounds. His balls were swinging against mine and
it began to make me feel that uncontrollable and euphoric sensation.  As
his fuck got deeper and harder, the burn and friction rising I felt my
balls contract and before I could grab my cock, it squirted hot sticky
strings of cum all over the sheets below me. "Oh fuck you made me cum!", I
moaned. "Fuck man, you got me off without me even touching my cock".

Within seconds I felt a warm smooth slipperiness fill my hole as he bucked
a couple of deep slow thrusts. He grabbed my ass and squeezed as he planted
himself as deep as he could, squirting his foot-ball jock seed into my
hole. He fell on my back and slowly pumped by burning nest as his warm
white lubricant put out the fire. He kissed me on the back of my neck and
hugged me for a moment. "Oh man I love you".

A couple minutes later he was up and wiping himself off with a dirty
T-Shirt he found on the floor. He looked at me with a sense of urgency and
said, "You better get dressed and get going. My dad's gonna be home
soon". On the way out the door he handed be a warm can of beer and said
"Thanks for coming over. We will have to do that again". With that evil
smile on his square jawed face the last thing I saw, my bicycle headed back
toward home. My sloppy aching ass, greasy and slippery on the bike seat all
the way reminded me of why I came.

I made it back in the house undetected and went to sleep. The next Monday
between classes I saw Doug as he passed by me with a couple of his jock
buddies. Just a quick glance and a blink, no hello or hey what's up. My
asshole still twitched with a tingle of pain.