Date: Sat, 5 Jul 2014 14:11:21 -0500
From: kc <kajuanchosen@gmail.com>
Subject: PIGSKINS - 3

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DISCLAIMER

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*This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit

sexual acts between males both above the age of 18 and below the age of 19
some of whom may be related to each other – the person telling the story
changes each chapter.

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PIGSKINS 3


So you wonder how it all began. It was all completely innocent. I was born
into a reasonably normal family with very average expectations. My parents
taught me right from wrong and I had very little problems growing up
besides the average bumps and bruises of adolescence. By the time I got to
high school, I found my true passion – sports.

I loved to watch all of them, but I found that football was the center of
my world. I would spend time when I wasn't doing schoolwork or working my
afterschool job catching Big 10 ball on the television. My eyes were drawn
to the larger than life jocks that rammed and pounded their way past other
huge and hulking monsters week after week to make the winning touchdown or
make that amazing line of defense that would have taken a missile to get
through. As a teen dude, I also found that I would find myself admiring the
strong, muscular frames of the guys that played my favorite sport. The
large heads that flowed into their thick, veiny necks. The strong shoulders
that topped huge boulder biceps and triceps that stretched and pulled at
the college jerseys. The players tight and not so tight at times stomachs
and waists were the beginning of legs that no matter the size or shape of
the player were bull strong. One day, out of the blue, while watching a U
of Michigan game, my eyes were fixated the quarterback and the center
during the beginning of the play. It seemed as if the carmera angle and
focusing was extra sharp that afternoon. I could see the rounded outline of
the center's strong and firm ass as he leaned over and the quarterback
reached underneath in anticipation of catching the ball for the winning
throw. The quarterback would make the call and the ball was quickly
exchanged and left his hands like a rocket heading down towards the other
end of the field.

I found myself sitting that afternoon in my room with the door closed and
watching the game. I had worked out at the gym a little after practice and
was slightly sweaty still. I had taken off my shirt and jock and simply
wore my nylon gym shorts without socks. I was sitting on my bed in the room
that my brother and I shared. The room was cluttered with clothes, socks
and other crap since neither my brother and I were not the neatest. My left
hand laid on the top of my bed sheets while my right hands had some how
found it's way into my black nylon shorts and gently held my still sweaty,
hairy balls. The rest of the game was uneventful and eventually it looked
like U of M was going to win yet again against sorry ass Notre Dame.

I must have dozed off because later when I awoke, it was slightly darker
outside. The game was still on the television. I wondered if I had fallen
into a time warp, but then remembered that the BTN station would routinely
re-play games if there wasn't any other major games afterwards. I stared at
the television and looked down at my body. People called me a gym-jock, but
I was a real jock. I used my body not only at the gym to lift barbells
dumbells, I actually used it in the real world. On my highschool football
team, I was one of the better linebackers, although I got teased endlessly,
by being the leanest on the LB string. It seemed like no matter what I did,
I just didn't get overweight like the other guys, one of them being my
brother. I wish I could lie and say that he was a fuckin' fat slob, but he
was 200+ lbs of solid muscle and at 5"10, just a little shorter than I, was
considered one of the most valuable linebackers on the team. I ran my hands
down my semi-hairy chest and stomach. I could feel the outlines of what
would be abs, if I leaned down just a little bit, but it was still
noticeable, if you rubbed your hands down my body. I slowly slid my hands
into my shorts and could feel the crinkly pubic hair that surrounded my
thick, uncut dick. Uh-oh, I thought to myself – not again!?!? It seemed
like lately my dick was always hard no matter what the hell was going on. I
continued to watch the replay of the game and just like before, the camera
seemed to linger on the ass of the center and the quarterbacks hands
hovering there on almost every play. My imagination must be running away
from me, but I continued to watch the game and no, it was true, the
cameraman definitely kept the camera on the center's ass each and every
time.

I could feel the heat coming off my hard dick in my shorts. The front of my
shorts were now tented up slightly. I reached down further and grabbed the
shaft of my still slightly sweaty uncut, thick dick. It felt so good that I
closed my eyes and laid back on my pillow. My mind instantly went back to
what I had been watching in the game – the center's ass and eventually I
drifted off to sleep and began to dream.

In my dream, I was the star quarterback instead of being a lineman, loved
by everyone and a seriously competitive athlete. As my mind continued to
play out my dream, I saw myself on the field on game day standing behind
the center who stood talking to other players. His body was amazingly
compact and strong looking as he stood talking to other players and stared
out at the crowd. Eventually he came back to me and gave me dap and we just
stood there face to face not saying a word. He eventually asked "Are you
ready?"

I responded, "Let's do this shit, dude!"

We walked a few steps back and began the play, as he leaned over I could
see sweat on his neck and could feel the heat coming off of his body along
with a distinct smell of sweat and natural musk/funk. I inhaled deeply and
instantly got a buzz from his scent. I put my hands underneath him near his
crotch. His thighs were giving off an amazing heat. Everything suddenly
seemed to slow down to the point where everyone almost looked like statues,
but I wasn't slow at all. I stood up straight and stared around the
stadium. Not a single fan or player moved – they all seemed frozen in
place. Eventually my eyes went back to my center's ass and I walked around
to the front of him. He was completely still in passing position. I walked
back to his back and slowly touched his shoulder. He didn't move. I layed
my whole hand on his shoulder and then his back. I could feel the muscle
beneath the tight jersey material and eventually  ran both hands down his
solid back to his slightly tapered waist. He didn't move an inch. My hands
eventually found their way to the space above his completely round bubble
ass cheeks. I took a deep inhale and caught his sweaty aroma yet again. I
felt instantly stronger and more turned on. My dick had begun to throb in
my uniform pants. I slowly pulled at his waistband and undid his uniform
pants at the waist. Instead of pulling them down I lowered myself so that I
was face to ass with him. I pressed my face into his sweaty field pants. I
took a deep inhale and there it was again – his scent, which made an
explosion in my mind. I took another whiff and could feel the sweat trapped
in his pants on my face. I began to rub my face around the area that his
ass crack and jock strap covered and continued to inhale and huff his
sweaty ass scent. I had to have more. I quickly finished opening his pants
and pulled them down until they rested right underneath his globe-shaped
ass cheeks. He was covered in light hair and I could see the sweat on his
ass still from his pants. I grabbed his right ass cheek and pulled it away
from the left cheek and looked inside. I could clearly see his sweaty hairy
hole in the bright sunlight.

I held his cheek for a moment longer and slowly let go so that it was back
together with his left. I didn't feel like myself for some reason and I had
this urge to do something that I had never done before or ever expected to
want to do. I leaned in closer to him and grabbed his ass with both hands.
I kneeled on the astroturf of the field and pushed my face into his ass
taking deep inhales and kissing his sweaty ass crack. I pulled his ass
cheeks apart and dove in again. My tongue involuntarily darted out of my
mouth and made contact with my teammate's sweaty hairy ass and began to
slide up and down the hot hole. My tongue slid and circled his hole over
and over again, while I inhaled his strong scent. The scent seemed to have
been born right where my face was and I tried hard to dig deeper with my
tongue, playing and teasing his hole. Eventually it seemed like his hole
opened a little more until I could push the tip into his damp, pungent
hole. My tongue darted as deep as it could go then I would pull out and do
it again over and over. My tongue was fucking the star center's ass in
front an entire high school stadium of people who were frozen – what was
going on? My mind only briefly questioned until I felt the hypnotic urge to
continue eating my team mates hairy ass. I licked and slurped until I could
no longer feel my face. I reached down and undid my field pants letting my
big dick free and hanging in the air. I had already begun to drip precum
which had made the head slick and slippery. I held open his ass with my
left hand and grabbed my dick with my right and started pumping. I reached
up and spit a huge glob of spit into my hand and went back to pumping my
uncut dick up and down hoping to shoot my load before what ever power had
made it so that everyone was frozen. My dick felt hot and wet as it
throbbed in my stroking hand as I continued to bite, lick, suck and probe
the open ass in front of me.

I started to feel the tell-tale signs of my urge to shoot my nut from my
dick. My head was spinning and I felt like I did when I had too many beers
or a shot of whiskey with my dad on holidays. My dick seemed to get even
thicker as I could tell my balls seemed like they were boiling with my high
school boy cum load. I needed to stand, but didn't want to take my mouth of
his hole, but my legs involuntarily straightened and I stood pumping my
dick and grabbing at my hairy ball sack. I closed my eyes and leaned back
as I felt the surge of electricity as rope after rope of hot, salty cum
shot from my uncut cock onto the back and ass of the center. It seemed like
I was just flowing like a river until his back had a large amount of jizz
coating his hairy ass cheeks. I had to get rid of what had just happened –
whatever it was. I scooped up my hot cum from his back and his ass. A lot
of it was in my hand, but some of my jizz slime just moved closer to the
boy's crack. I opened up his ass to see if I could scoop out more – his ass
crack now still glistened in the sun now with a light coating of my hot
sperm. I stood for a minute looking down at his hot, open hole coated with
my boy slime and instinctively knew what had to be done. I leaned over and
dropped to my knees and pressed my face to his crack feeling my cum on his
ass now coat my nose, cheeks and chin. I pushed my tongue out and began to
slurp up all the cum that I could see. His body felt unusually warm at this
point and I felt slightly lightheaded. I kept looking and licking until I
felt that I had gotten at least enough up that it looked more normal than
it did a second ago when he was covered in my cum.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flicker and the stands seemed to
vibrate and people began to move very slowly like a wave during a game. I
closed my eyes and when I opened them again, I was lying in my bedroom on
top of my sheets – looking down at my jock body I could see the ropes of
cum, now drying on my stomach and chest.

Jesus Christ, I thought to myself, a wet fucking dream – and hit the
showers.

The rest of my teen and college years were generally routine and very
mundane. I did well in college and after graduation, worked my way up the
corporate ladder. My father, brother and I remained close – even so when my
mother decided that she would leave us while I was still in high school. My
brother and I went into business together and I eventually got married. The
marriage didn't work out but I got two amazing sons from the relationship.
My boys are my world – they are now high school age, linebackers on the
team and are built like two shit brick houses. I didn't have much action
outside of girls in high school and college and my marriage was basically
just to have kids. Every now and then I find my mind wandering back to that
day where I had the best wet dream of my life. I also discovered something
else about myself. I am a fucking sex dominant sex pig – I like hardcore,
raunchy, wet, funked up hot action with other sex pigs – now what does this
have to do with my family, you ask? Who do you think I have the most nasty
man-to-man sex other than my brother and my boys?