Date: Sat, 18 Aug 2007 02:17:10 -0500
From: JC <dicksukkairving@gmail.com>
Subject: Tib - Interracial, m4m, Sci/Fi-Fantasy, Athletics

I posted this story as a request from darkdragonofwater on the yahoo group
mansmanthing2. I realized that (maybe) some of you might enjoy this story
as well. It's my first story posted on here, so take it easy on me! :)

--J

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Since this is about to be my life for a while, I might as well try to
reconstruct what it was exactly that happened. I mean, I remember I was in
the locker room after one of our games. I had showered. I remember that I
was a good looking guy, wide receiver for the team. I stood about six feet
tall, I had short spiky dark hair, broad chest, and a nice 9 inch uncut
dick. Now that I think about it, I think it was "Junior" that got me in
trouble in the first place.

I was sitting on the bench in front of my locker, having taken my towel
off. I heard Tib coming out of the shower. His full name was Xavier
Thibodeaux, but we called him "Tib" for short. He's a hot Cajun guy who
came to our town after Hurricane Katrina made him and his family move out
of New Orleans. He had these deep penetrating stares, and polished-wood
brown eyes, that had a mesmerizing quality to them. Shit, I wasn't gay but
I couldn't help but stare at him sometimes. I remember one time that I was
coming back from practice as the sun was going down, and he was leaving
Coach's office. I said "hey" or something like that and he caught my eyes
and I stared at him. I lost track of time and the next thing I remember I
was in the shower and it was nearly 9 o'clock. Even in my current
predicament, I'm not sure what happened that night. I've seen (if I can use
that word now) a few things that tells me that those missing three hours
had everything to do with Tib, but I still don't know what it was that
caused me to feel so tired that night in the shower, and made me feel sore
all over (including my ass -- it hurt to go to the bathroom for at least
two days).

He was slightly taller than I -- I would guess about 6'3" or so. I never
really knew his ethnicity -- I mean, he didn't look the black guys that I
knew, but I don't think he was white, either. He had an olive-brown
complexion, almond eyes, and sensuous lips, and a nice package that I never
managed to see (at least as far as I can remember). What caught me
off-guard for some reason that night was his chest. Earlier that night, I
was messing around with Tib and a mutual friend, Charles. In the process of
horsing around, Tib's number 72 jersey got torn. Suddenly we heard fabric
ripping and saw his 8-pack (now that I know it more intimately, I would
probably say it's more like a 10-pack). The game ended shortly after that,
and Tib said to both of us "oh, you two boys are gonna replace this." I
laughed when he said this and told him that I would ask Coach to get him a
new jersey before our game on Saturday. When I realized that I was staring
at his chest, I looked up at him, slightly embarrassed at my ogling. He had
this big smile on his face, like he knew something I didn't. I'm not sure
why I was so entranced by his smooth chest, but I couldn't help but stare
at it. In fact, not unlike Tib's eyes, I couldn't break the stare at his
chest. It took me a while to register that he had crossed the room to stand
in front of me on the bench.

Tib had this massive chest that he gets from working out, that look like
some of those Spartans in 300. Before I knew what I was doing I reached out
and felt his rock-hard pecs. His skin was smooth and the scent coming off
of him was more than the soap he'd just used to shower. As I felt his hard
muscles, somewhere in my overwhelmed brain I heard him chanting something
in a language I didn't understand. Without breaking my stare at his chest,
I could sense that he was looking down at me and watching me. I have to
admit, when my rock-hard dick shot its wad all over him without me touching
it, some part of me was embarrassed by the fact I had spent myself on the
legs of this god, but I couldn't stop feeling him.

I moved both my hands around both sides of him and started feeling his
muscular back while I rubbed my face into his chest. I interlaced my
fingers behind his back and pulled myself closer into his chest, and felt
myself squeeze him more. Suddenly, I had the urge to wrap my legs around
his waist, and did this without questioning physics, gravity, or
logic. Because of my position, I knew my ass was exposed but it didn't
matter, I had to get as much of me touching as much of him as possible. I
felt him lean back a bit to support the slight change in the center of
gravity, and he put his hand into the middle of my back. With the other
hand, he brought his dick up into my open ass.

I remember this part because, well, I was straight before this whole
experience. His dick started snaking into me. I know his dick isn't HUGE
because I have seen it since. All I know about that night is that his dick
made its own way into my asshole and starting sliding up into me. It
started sliding in and out of me by itself. I mean, sure, he was bucking
his hips some into me, but that dick knew what it was doing. Again, I think
Tib either has some muscles that the rest of us mortals don't, or something
else was at work there. For the most part, at this point, I didn't really
care. My dick had shot its second load onto his belly and I was working out
a third load when I felt him cum inside me. His dick lengthened and
thickened impossibly inside me and his chanting ended in some
shouting. Suddenly everything was leaving me.

His dick, after pumping in me, suddenly felt more like a vacuum hose. I
can't explain it, other than to say that I could feel it pulling on me from
the inside. Meanwhile, my third load still hadn't ceased -- I was cumming
buckets, literally. Through the delirium of this cumload, I finally was
able break my fixation and look up at Tib. He was HUGE now and smiling down
on me. I feel myself start to spread out around his torso, gripping these
muscles that I have come (cum?) to idolize. As I feel the design of a '72'
on my back appear, I hear him say "I told you that you were gonna replace
my jersey."