Date: Sun, 26 Apr 1998 16:20:33 -1000 From: John Clark <janc55@hgea.org> Subject: Jock-sucker This story is fictional, and intended for adults only. Although safe sex is not mentioned, by this time it should go without saying! Play safe to live long to play again. JOCKSUCKER By JonC Prologue (Message found in a john stall) Jeeze, I hope the right guy reads this. If you do, remember this is the same stall where we saw each other last spring. You looked in and you said, "Oh God, it's you! I always watch you on the football team. I always wished that I would find you in here!" And you were down on your knees and in between my legs quicker than shit, and had my ol' dick in your hands and you were kissing the head and lickin' around on it like you were starvin'. Surprised the hell out of me when you stretched that little mouth of yours all around my big cock and started to go down on me. Nobody ever managed it before, an' it sure felt great to feel your tongue swizzlin' all around my dick. An' then I felt something kind of hard and bony on my cockhead, and damn, shit! My dick was going down your throat! You were really swallowin' it! Before I knew it, your nose was buried in the kinky hairs around my dick, and your chin was snuggled up tight against my big, black nuts! I looked down at you and you looked so little, and cute, and curly headed you reminded me of a lamb, and I said, "Babylamb! Yeah! Eat it, Babylamb. Eat my black dick." And then you were stroking up and down, slow and warm and so fuckin' good. You never slacked off a minute, just kept working on that cock. In and out, up and down, and pushin' my tank top up with your hands and runnin' your hands around in my stomach hair and cupping my pecs and light-brushing your fingertips over my nips 'til they stood out damn near as big as my dick. So fuckin' good. And you were picking up speed down there, and that hot, hard pressure was buildin' an' buildin' and I tensed up every muscle in my body and shouted, "I'm there, Babylamb, I'm cummiiiinggg!!!" You pulled back part way. I could feel my cockhead pulling out of your throat just as I started to blow my nuts. I tried to hold back so you could get clear, but you didn't pull off, you kept your sweet mouth around my dick and guzzled my cum! Shit, nobody ever did that for me before either. Who can blame 'em, big, ugly fucker like me! But there you were eating my ball juice, swallowing all you could, and some of it was escaping and trickling down your chin. Man, what a high! You beautiful, fuckin' little baby lamb. When I was done blowing off, I started to reel my sticky, limp dick back into my pants, and you reached out and took it, real gentle like, as if you knew how sensitive it is after I shoot my wad. You were still down on your haunches in between my legs. You looked up into my eyes and said, "Please, don't take it away yet." So I thought, what the hell, this kid just gave me the best blowjob of my life. If he wants to hold my lob while he jerks off, that's cool. But you were only takin' care of yourself with one hand, and the other one was holding my tool, and your lips were carressin' it real slow and sweet, and you were blowing air out on my steamin' prick, and sorta teasin' it by running your tongue into the slit, and then you stuck your tongue down in under that loose, black foreskin. And then you were stretching your mouth back around the head again, just like you did before, and dammit to shit, I started gettin' hard again. Well, hell, I got pretty good recovery time, but this wasn't but a minute or two after I shot my load down your fuckin' throat! How the hell? Well, you remember what happened, all right. You took real good care of me again, and I blew my nuts down your throat again. Shit, what a feeling that second cumming was! Like the juice was being pulled right out of my guts. I mean it felt so damn good it hurt! And I think you blew your wad just about the same time I was doin' it, 'cause I thought I felt you stiffen up and start to really suck hard on my prong at about the time I was ready to pop. This time when I was done, I was really done. And you dropped back into a squat and slumped against the side of the stall like you were beat to hell, too. Sure as hell couldn't blame you, 'cause, shit, you'd just put in a full day's work, and I can vouch for that! I pulled my shirt back down around my belly and said, "Babylamb, that was the fuckin' best ever!" You smiled up at me and started to say somethin' but the door of the john opened up just then, and you scrambled up and out of there like a shot before I could find out who you were or even say thanks. Damn! But, buddy, I gotta tell you why I want to see you again. I have to tell you what happened to me at training camp this summer. Man I gotta! I get hard thinking about it. There was this halfback, faster'n hell, and squirly as they come. He was after me right from day one, but I wasn't lettin' anybody know I dug that shit. No way. At least not until the last week. After the last practice I figured, hell, I'm not gonna see this dude again, isn't like he's from my school or anything. What the hell. So I let him follow me into this roadside crapper, and motioned him to squat between my legs, and you can figure the rest. It was hotter than hell that day, and I was only wearing cutoffs, no shirt, nothing else. He was licking ahd slurping all around on my dick, and his hands were all over my body. Oh, he was diggin' on my studly black self all right, no question about it. No way he could get more than the head of my cock in his mouth, but that was okay, he was puttin' enough spirit into it to do the job. Well, to make a long story a little bit shorter, I finally came a goodly load in his mouth, and he was swallowing it down, just like you did, baby, and that made me get this funny idea. "Hang onto my dick," I told the guy. "Let's see if we can go around again." "Anything you say, boss," he says, and he starts pinching my tits and tickling my sides all the while he's sucking and kissing and blowing on my dick. Like you might be guessing, I got one of those extra-special, once in a blue moon second cummings. Like you showed me about. After it was over, we both were sitting back, me on the seat and him on the floor, when he says, "Shit, man, we got you sweaty all over. Can't have that." And he starts to lick the sweat off my chest and belly. Felt real nice, you know what I mean? His tongue was warm and a little bit rough. It was a nice way to end up. Least, that's what I thought. Because the dude worked his lips and tongue up around my left pec, nipping just lightly at my tit, and kept going over towards the side. Then I feel him lifting my left arm up, and he's sliding his face into my stinking, hairy armpit! He rubs his face around a little bit, and I'm thinkin', shit, this is weird, and my half-hard dick has stopped shrinking. And all of a sudden, there's, like, an explosion in my stomach, and all at once there's this milky sort of half-cum leaking out of my down-hangin', still swollen prick, and it feels like I'm cumming, only, instead of a bunch of blasts, its, like, continuous! "Shit! What the hell's this?" I say, and the guy looks down, and in a second he's back on his knees in front of me with my cock in his mouth, and he's drinking down this steady stream of cum. I shut my eyes and imagined it was you down there. I can't believe this myself, but I think I drained cum into that fuckin' football player for two solid minutes before I shuddered to a stop and we both slumped back. I damn near passed out. After that we got up and left. I didn't see him again. Because, Babylamb, it's gotta be you with me if I ever do that again. And, Babylamb, I do want to do that again! I don't know who you are, but you know who I am, and you can probably figure out how to get ahold of me, one way or another. Call me, man! Hurry!