-So, you always gives us so much that I thought about helping you during these busy times, and also to show my appreciation and gratitude… this is my thank you to you. Hope I can make you cum from it and maybe give you some inspiration too!
English is not my first language, so sorry in advance for any mistakes.
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Hey buddy! I accidentally bumped into your blog a few weeks ago while searching on the internet about some things that have been happening to me lately… And well, what can I say, you put me completely at ease with your stories! It was so nice to know that I wasn’t the only dumb, big assed jock in the world that gets into trouble with his friends. It certainly made me feel less lonely and also happier knowing now that, sometimes, accidents just happen.
It all started during my senior year in high school, after I had just celebrated my 18th birthday. I’m considered, by all accounts, a hot guy: tall and lean, with a nice tan and a boyish face that everyone calls “cute”. But my most interesting feature, ever since I started doing sports, was my big, round, smooth, soft ass. My friends at high school were always joking at my “kim k booty” and commenting on how it was always bouncing up and down during football practice. I was kind of used to it; I was friends with all of the jocks at school and they were always really lovely to me. I remember vividly how my hunky, jock friends were always groping me in the hallways, slapping my firm butt or just openly feeling it up when they hugged me (I don’t know exactly why but I got a lot of hugs from those guys, and their hands always ended up in my ass). It was all pretty intense, cause those guys never knew their limits, and more often then not their hands and fingers ended up on my butt crack, like they were looking for something. The most daring of those jocks didn’t stop there: it was not unusual, during one of those hugs, that their hands slipped inside my boxer briefs and the usually tight, short shorts that I wore and ended up in my bare butt, feeling it all up, exploring my smooth crack, or even touching my twitching, tight pink hole. Specially when the hallways were empty and no one was looking, it was common for the friendly jock who was hugging me at the time to deliciously circle their middle finger on my jock hole, teasing it mercilessly, and even introducing a little bit of the tip, all the while whispering nonsense into my ear, sometimes even biting my earlobe while our bodies were glued to each other in that bro hug.
Everytime that happened I got hot and bothered; I would close my eyes and grunt in pleasure, feeling the warm body of my hunky mate pressed up against mine, his huge round pecs, his shredded abs, and most surprisingly, there was always a big, thick hard cock pressed against me, humping me, like I was some chick that the guy had the hots for. I never understood why that happened with those guys while they were teasing me; it was obviously all just a bromance kind of thing for them, giving that they were always cracking jokes about my hot ass. In hindsight, maybe my big ass remembered them of their girlfriends (whom I knew were not giving them any), so I just shrugged it off and enjoyed the affection from the school’s jocks. Everybody loved me, after all.
What I started to realize, after sometime, was that those playful gropes and grabs activated something deep inside my tight pink hole that was, until then, mostly asleep. It was pulsing all the time, no matter where I was or what I was doing. My hole was so twitchy, so hungry and so itchy, that I could almost feel it chewing on the tight calvin klein underwear I wore. It was making me crazy. After some point, I gave up wearing my ck’s and started going commando under my short shorts or tight jeans, knowing full well that practically put my whole hot ass on display, given how thin those clothes were. But I figured, what the hell, maybe if I give my tight jockhole some air it will soothe it a little bit.
It did help a little, but eventually I found out that relief was only temporally. The feeling of satisfaction I was looking for only came when those daily “bro hugs” (as I came to call it) happened. But that was also momentarily, because as soon as my bro unwrapped his arms from around me, my hole would itch even worse, like it missed dearly the big, pointed finger who was giving it some attention.
One afternoon after football practice, I went late to the locker room to shower and go home; I saw no one there but me. I was already exhausted, and my itchy jockhole was pulsing like crazy. I can’t explain why, but the sight of all that jock flesh during practice, the round pecs, the huge biceps, the carved abs and the scandalous bulges of my friends made it all worse. Those bro hugs are to blame, I guess.
Anyway, as I was prepared to enter the showers, I was cornered by two great friends of mine: Scott and Brian. Both were tall, hunky and handsome, although Scott had dark hair and Brian had golden, blond locks. They were as naked as I was, and the sight of their huge, fat dicks intimidated me a little. Brian put his strong arm around my shoulder, moving his hand to my right nipple, which he immediately began to circle and pinch with his fingers, while Scott directed me to the showers by my ass. His hands rapidly began to caress and explore my fat, twin globes, while they talked to me along the way.
“Great practice today, Pauly! Your as… I mean your arm is better than ever man! And it’s always a pleasure seeing those sweet cheeks in front of my face when we’re running around. Great motivation” grinned Scott, while he manipulated my butt, his fingers getting closer and closer to my tight jockhole. I was starting to moan quietly.
“Yeah, bro, talk about mad skills! You were awesome out there. Keep it that way and we are going to rock the state championship. But say, Pauly, you’re very tired, aren’t you? I can see it in your face, you can barely keep your eyes open! Don’t worry bud, your bros are here. We can help you shower. Just relax, we’ll take care of you” said Brian, smiling at me. By now we had already reached the showers and Brian was in front of me, massaging my pecs and pinching my nipples, while I could feel Scott behind me, still feeling my ass up. His now half hard cock was touching my right ass cheek.
“Guys, are you sure? I bet you’re tired too. I don’t want to be a bother” I replied quietly, not thinking very well because of all of the groping.
“Yeah Pauly, don’t worry! It’s our pleasure, man!” With that reassurance from Scott, I closed my eyes and they opened the shower.
Initially, the guys began washing me all over, paying lots of attention to my pecs and abs, while they talked about some girls they met at a random party. I was too out of it to say anything: I could barely think with their firm, strong hands all over my body giving me the most wonderful of the massages, when I started feeling their cocks touching my gently from front and back. I put that to the fact that they were too close to me, and that jocks don’t have that kind of hang ups with each other.
The conversation between then suddenly changed from girls to sex, and they started chatting happily about their experiences. By then, their cocks were fully hard, Scott’s cock banging against my ass while he washed my back, while Brian’s dick was going left and right between my legs. Opening up my eyes a little bit amidst the shampoo that was dripping from my hair, I took a sneak peak at Brian’s now hard dick: it was a huge, fat, 9 inch dick, angry red and pointing straight up, with a prominent vein going through his base to the tip. From what I was feeling pressed up against my ass, Scott was equally as hung, if not more. My hole gave a sharp twitch.
“Hey Pauly, do me a favor and bend over, will you? I have to get in between these big ole cheeks of yours to wash you good of all of that sweat from practice. Try and touch your feet with your fingers, and open up your legs wide, as wide as you can!” Scott commanded.
I was so tired and out of it that I didn’t even think about what I was doing. I immediately did as Scott told me and bent over, spreading my legs wide and touching my toes with my fingers. Holding that position, I could feel the steam of the hot water hitting my itchy, tight pink hole, which was completely exposed to Scott at this point, so he could wash it. I felt him kneeling behind me and his soft breath touched my cheeks, like his face were mere centimeters from my tight jockhole.
“Oh shit… It’s beautiful… Ok Pauly, hold tight, lemme give this hot asshole of yours a good washing… You know how important it is for athletes to be completely clean down here, right? We don’t want you getting any kind of jock itch from those tight clothes you always wear at practice…” Scott whispered, his breath so close to my hole I thought he would kiss it.
“Yeah Paul, stay like that buddy. That way I can wash your hair easily and put some conditioner in it.” As Brian said that, I could feel his huge cock slapping my face, his big, precum covered cockhead rubbing against my cheeks, eyes, nose and lips. His cock was so big and hard that he couldn’t help but hump my face while washing my hair! What an embarrassing situation this must be for him, I thought, so I kept quiet. After all, he was being so nice to help me!
All the while, Scott’s soapy fingers were doing a great job in between my pillow cheeks. He was rubbing his hands all over my bubble butt, teasing it, exploring it, and sometimes even slapping it. He kept repeating quietly to himself how important it was for a jockboi like me to wash that area thoroughly… His strong fingers kept grazing and circling my hole, and I could feel my pink puck pulsing every time he touched it. He suddenly removed his hands for a second, only to come back with more soap in them, and this time his middle-finger went directly inside my ass. I gave a loud moan, my eyes rolling behind my head and my tongue falling out of my mouth in pleasure, only to discover that Brian’s giant dick was pointing right at it! He rested his fat cockhead on my tongue, moving his cock up and down against the length of it, and then rubbing it against my lips. I’m sure he wasn’t even aware of what he was doing, cause he was completely focused on doing a good job of spreading the conditioner in my hair.
“Oh my God Pauly I’m so sorry man! It seems that my finger was so soapy that it slipped inside your puck. Don’t worry bro, I’m gonna splash some water on your ass, maybe that way I can pull my finger of your jockhole… it’s so tight, I’ll have to move it around a bit okay?” Scott said that very slowly, in a seductive manner, like he was talking to a girl he wanted to bang.
Right after Scott’s fat middle finger jabbed against my jockhole and started massaging my asswalls, I felt supremely dizzy and good, like I was riding a buzz after smoking some pot. The relief my pulsing jock was looking for was finally there, and I’m ashamed to say that I let it all happen at the time. I’m sure it was just a big accident, so I helped Scott by spreading my legs all the way and exposing even more of my tight hole to him. When he saw that, he started finger banging my hole like his life depended on it, and the pleasure was too great for me. I let out a quiet scream, drool falling off of my mouth, while my tongue went crazy and started circling Brian’s big cockhead. His precum was very sweet, with a faint salty taste to it. Well, Brian was a healthy athlete, he ate lots of fruit. No wonder his precum tastes that good!
I felt electrocuted by pleasure. Scott’s motions in my ass were making me lose control off my body, and I was practically slurping Brian’s cockhead like a lollipop while he strongly held my head in place and massaged my hair. I heard him give a loud gasp above me as my lips enveloped his cock, and he said excitedly:
“Scott, you already washed Pauly’s butt all over but your finger is still trapped in there… There’s no more soap man. I heard that saliva is a great lube, why don’t you try it? It could make your finger come off easier… but don’t spit it, give him straight from the source!” I could hear Brian’s grin while he said those words. He’s so smart!
Brian hadn’t even finished saying that when I felt Scott kneeling behind me, and lo and behold, I felt something wet and spongy touch my pulsing hole alongside his finger. I realized, with a small grunt of pleasure, that Scott’s hot tongue was licking my ass! The pleasure was so great that I was sure I was about to pass out. All the while, his finger kept hitting my insides hard and fast, touching a magic spot deep inside me I never knew I had.
We stayed like that for a while, me bending over, touching the tip of my both feet with my hands like some yoga pose, all spread out and exposed for my two hunky best friends. As one of them was licking my hole like a starving man in a buffet and trying to ease out his stuck finger from my tight jockhole, the other one was massaging my hair and humping his huge, erect cock against my lips, all the while explaining to me how important it was for him to spread the conditioner evenly through my hair and let it sit there for a few minutes, to hidrate it. I never thought for a second to question that narrative, after all, Brian had such a lovely, curly hair! He certainly knows what he is talking about.
After a while, when my puck was thoroughly stretched by Scott’s fat finger and hot tongue, he was finally able to free his middle-finger from my pulsing hole. He came up for air and I could hear behind me that he was panting, like he had spent several minutes underwater. I could feel my asscheeks and tight jockhole completely lubed by his drool.
“Well, finally my finger got out man! What a tight, hot jockpussy you have. So tiny, so pink, so smooth… No wonder my finger was stuck for so long! Now, I have to finish your legs up. Where’s the soap?” Said Scott, after he regained his breath.
“It’s right under the… watch out man!” Screamed Brian, but it was too late. Scott had stepped over the soap bar and he immediately slipped forward, smashing his shredded jock body against my back. And the worse of all was that his dick, hard as a rock and pointing straight up, was in direct line with my pre-lubed jockhole. In a split second, I could feel his 9.5 inch dick spearing my ass to the hilt, for my absolute horror and embarrassment. And to think that this was all about helping a tired, fellow jock!
Scott plastered his big, defined pecs and abs against my back, while his head rested on my neck. His arms immediately wrapped around my own pecks, like he was giving me a bro hug, but he said he was only trying to prepare himself to pull his cock out of my ass. He was so sorry about what happened that I forgave him right then and there. And it’s not like I was hurting or something… Actually, the feel of his huge fat dick in my ass was very pleasurable, very satisfying. I was ashamed at that time for thinking that, but after reading your blog I know now that it was all very natural and innocent!
Scott was mostly still inside my ass, hugging me from behind, thinking about a way to pull his huge cock from inside my jockhole. He told me that my hole was so tight and warm that it was gripping his cock with a iron grip, and he could barely move. That was true: I could feel my hole pulsing around his huge cock, chewing on it, like it was scanning and discovering for the first time (and it was) what was that thick tube of meat embedded inside it. Maybe he could try moving his fat dick back and forth, and see if it would come out?
“Great idea man. That actually reminded me that I saw this situation happening once, in one of those films I like to watch online… you know how they did it? The guy in the front, that would be me, plunged his cock all the way up the throat of the guy that had a dick stuck in his ass! Then he started banging his face, and the force of it, combined with the back and forth in his butt, actually got the cock out of the guy’s ass! What do you think Pauly? Are you okay with it?” Said Brian, a concerned look on his handsome face.
“Well, if you say so Brian… aaaah.. ummm… you were always smarter than me bro… aaahn” I mumbled, almost unable to talk.
And then, with an “Open up buddy!” from Brian, I opened up my mouth wide so his fat cock could plunge in. At the same time, I heard Scott saying “Here we go… fucking tight pussy… tasty pussy… fuck, gonna wreck that ass up…” as he started doing some slow, back and forth motions against my ass. When I thought his cock was almost out, my hole clenched around it and stopped it from going anywhere, and he plunged it all the way inside again, going faster and faster each time.
In front of me, Brian was giving me some tips and directions on how to best use the force he was pushing trough me to get Scott’s huge cock out of my ass: “Stay still buddy, and watch your teeth… yeah, like that, open up your mouth more… yeah, great, that’s great, hold on tight okay bro? I’m going to put all of my strength so we can push Scott’s big dick out of your ass! Here I go!” And then, with my mouth wide open, Brian started fucking my throat with such force that I almost thought I would choke to death. But I guess I had some natural talent in me that made me deepthroat that huge cock like a champ, while he slammed his fat dick against the back of my throat over and over again.
As Scott went faster by the second against my bubble butt, he’s huge cock banging inside my jockhole, he unwrapped his arms from around me and held my small waist, and then the actual fucking (is that what it was? Only accidentally, of course) begin. Scott started drilling my ass like a seasoned pornstar, and I was amazed at his technique. He was so good at fucking hard a tight hole like mine that I could only think how crazy the girls at school were, for not putting up for such a hot, virile stud. I could feel his balls slamming against my tights, his dick going back and forth inside my asswalls as easily as a hot knife against butter. He was fucking me so hard like only a true healthy, young jock could do, and I could feel my whole body trembling as he slammed against me like a train in lightspeed. It was so considerate of him to do that, I bet he wanted to do everything to get his cock out of me as fast as possible, so great was his respect for me.
After a while getting fucked like a jockslut from both ends, I heard Scott saying something behind me, while I slurped my mouth all over Brian’s fat cock. “Oh god, oh shit, such a tight hole, I’m finally getting off, It’s cumming… I’m cumming, I’M CUMMING!” Scott screamed, while I felt something amazing, something I had never felt before and that completely, finally, soothed the itch inside my jockhole. Scott came ropes and more ropes of hot thick cum inside my ass, holding me tight against him, while Brian suddenly did the same thing with his cock deep in my mouth. I was so out of it and fascinated by the feeling of cum in my ass (which I now knew was the solution for my itchy puck) that I barely noticed Brian cumming in my mouth as well, and I swallowed everything like I was on autopilot. The feelings in my ass were so great that I was filled with happiness and started cumming myself, to my great surprise. I didn’t even noticed that I, too, was hard this whole time. But I was happy: only a dumb, horny jock knows how bad it is to have a itchy hole, and now it was finally quiet.
I have such great friends!
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