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My jaw dropped when I saw the hairy, tanned stud sitting by the pool, nursing a beer like he owned the place. Bearded and covered with a thick pelt that covered nearly every inch of his body, a gold chain draped upon his manly, hairy pecs, the man oozed testosterone. Normally, I’d be all over a dude like him, offering up my willing body for his pleasure. Sadly, the stud wasn’t there for me. He was there for my mom.
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The wonders of the metro ..
Fuuuuck yes.
My life was so fucking sweet the day I received the invite to come and practice with the local football team, the Champs. I'd been trying to get noticed by them and went to a lot of trouble working out daily at the local gym so I could be big enough to impress the scouts. When they held open auditions for possible membership on the team, I was practically first guy in line.
A week afterwards, I received the nod from the owner and that night me and Chris celebrated on the town. We ended up dancing at our favorite spot as after open practice began, there wouldn't be any time for this until much later.
Monday morning, bright and early, had me in a locker room where I, along with thirty other fellows, were meeting the owner, Pete Swanson. He was surprisingly young for a team owner, as he had inherited the Champs from his dad when he passed after the unfortunate car accident. He gave us all a prepared speech about the importance of giving our all and the final roster would be determined after a two week tryout period.
Then he said something I wasn't expecting. He told us that our immediate families were allowed to come watch us practice. He said he found that guys do better with close family members cheering them on. Chris would be so stoked over this as he loves watching the Champs play.
Well needless to say the first day was brutal. They threw the lot at us to see what we could handle. Turns out we were better than they expected. Cool!! About an hour into it, Pete came onto the field and watched us from the owner's box. One of the coaches, Mitch, told me to be prepared to see him a lot. Even before his old man passed away he was watching practices on a fairly routine pattern. In fact the cameramen will sometimes show us his reaction to what you boneheads do on the jumbotron to kind of help us develop what he sees as our strengths.
To prove his point, the big screen came to life and flashed Pete's visage sitting in his box as he talked to someone on his cell phone. Well this is kind of neat, I guess.
When I got home, I told Chris about what Pete had said about family members being welcome to attend practices and he didn't stop hopping around the room for a good five minutes. I guess I knew where he was going to be for the near future.
The next day he rode in with me wearing his bright green tshirt along with his brand new Champs ball cap. Oh yeah, he was going to be noticed. Turns out he found new friends immediately with other player's family members and they actually formed a small cheering contingency half way up the stands. They were going strong when Pete arrived and he walked over to them on his way up to his box.
I thought maybe they were a bit too loud and he was going to ask them to tone it down, but to my surprise I could see him chatting with them as he shook their hands. The biggest surprise though came when I saw the bright green tshirt following Pete up to his box. Holy shit, Chris was going to join the boss in his private box!
I knew I wouldn't hear the end of this tonight as I watched them climbing the stands to the overhanging section. I got called in to run some practice snaps as they wanted us to work on our guard techniques to improve coverage for the quarterback. Fir the next hour we repeated the same snap procedures as we then rose to block any and all opponents trying to get past us. Was rather grueling but I was incredibly glad that I had spent so many days at the gym building my arms and legs.
When coach Brian called a break, I grabbed a Gatorade and walked over to see what the guys were watching on the jumbotron. Then I remembered Chris and I figured I better at least see if I could see him in it, because he would be so mad if I didn't.
As I neared I could see him sitting beside Pete in that obnoxious shirt. Actually I was kind of glad because I definitely knew which one was him. They were laughing as Chris handed him his hat and Pete signed it. Fucking A. I didn't realize how mundane that would become to me, but right now it was big shit!
The guys who were new there were just as thrilled as I was. Coach Brian came over and corralled us back into practice as the jumbotron went dark. Coach Mitch clapped me on the back as I walked past him and said that it looked like the owner took a shine to my boy. Then he gave me a sly grin and said I should keep an eye on the jumbotron as he guaranteed that we'd see more of them before the day was over. Then he jogged over to the special teams unit.
Confused I just yelled thank you to him before jogging back to my group. Time for more snaps. By the time we got to lunch, I was already as sore as I could be. Or so I thought. I headed over to see what the catering brought us when the jumbotron popped on again. I figured they were going to show us what the boss was having. At first it looked like the cameraman was pranking Pete by catching him taking a nap in his climate controlled box. He was relaxing and judging by the dirty smile on his face, must be having a rather explicit dream.
Then his eyes opened and the smile didn't disappear. Instead he grinned even wider as he looked into his lap. He was sitting there in his suit grinning and running his hand across his expensive shirt. Then the camera slowly panned out and brought more into view. In his lap was a bobbing Champs hat. Son of a bitch! Fucker was getting head! The team let up a cheer of support as the boss was getting his cock sucked on the big screen.
Then camera continued pulling back as the bright green shirt came into view. No! Not in front of everybody! There was Chris actively blowing my boss and everyone was watching. A whoop was released as Pete reached down and removed Chris's hat and put it on his own head. I saw my boss grab a hand full of Chris's strawberry blond hair and begin bouncing my baby's head in his lap.
I heard Mitch's low voice behind me say that I was a lucky man. Most of the gay men he takes up there try but can only take about half of that thick dick. Looks like your man has no gag reflex and took him all the way down.
To prove his point, Pete shoved Chris completely down into his lap forcing my baby's nose deep inside his business pants. I heard someone let out a loud whistle at that and when I looked around at the rapt audience I saw more than a few hard bulges on the field. A sudden commotion directed my eyes back to the screen as Pete was obviously crying out as he tilted his head back. He bucked his hips twice before freezing in place. The crowd grew quiet as we watched Chris raise his head from the boss's lap showing a lengthy girthy meaty mess and then my baby looked up into Pete's face before he opened his mouth and showed him a mouth full of pearly looking cum. Then he closed his mouth and then reopened it to show it was gone.
The guys went aoeshit at this. I was equally excited and hoped that no one knew it was my man who just blew the boss, but I could see Mitch talking with Brian and every so often they would look over at me.
On the screen Chris was removing his pants and leaned over a cushioned seat as he wiped the gunk off his face and smeared it over his asshole, poking his finger into nice tight ring. I could hear the guys moaning as the camera zoomed into his rosebud as his digits poked and prodded. As the fingers disappeared in and out, a more rugged hand appeared as Pete had stood up and taken the helm.
In short order the fingers were replaced by the thick cock we had just watched disgorge it's contents into my baby's mouth. Now it was back in fighting mode and was ready to bust my man's ass wide open. There was chattering on the field as Pete jockeyed behind Chris and a loud cheer went out as the boss successfully breached the opening.
I swear you could hear the cry from Chris even though the room was sound proof. We all watched Pete clasp his hands on Chris's hips and begin a steady attack rhythm. It started out slow but the boss must've realized that the guys were not working as they watched him conquer this fan, and began pounding Chris's ass like it owed him money.
As he rammed away he raised a foot into a chair arm allowing him deeper angle as he exerted his dominance over Chris. With one hand pushing Chris's face into a chair cushion he pummelled the surrendered hole with his man stick until he was ready to sign his latest piece of work and used his eight inch pen to deliver the artistic mark, a big pearly white pool filling a stretched out hole.
As the guys celebrated watching their leader breed another fan, Mitch shook my hand and congratulated me on making the team. You got a lot to learn on the field, but bringing in a slut like that was by far the best move from this year's crop of hopefuls. Now you dopes need to go eat lunch. I ain't gonna be carting your dehydrated asses to the emergency room because you'd rather watch your boss get laid.
Putting that hidden camera in my buddies room was one of the best decisions I ever made. What he doesn't know won't hurt him.
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Need this.
My ass is hungry for some cock
Sitting in my truck, parked a few blocks away from school, my big cock exploded in the cocksucker’s talented mouth. It was a massive load, an epic orgasm. My copious cum filled his mouth, coating his tongue. And then he released me, his head rising from my lap, our lips locking. With open mouths we kissed, my cum swirling on our tongues—an ambrosial meal shared between us.
I was a porn addict. I can admit that now. And like most porn addicts, there was one particular pornographic act that really got my juices flowing—snowballing.
For the uninitiated, snowballing occurs when a man ejaculates into a sexual partner’s mouth and, instead of spitting or swallowing, the partner kisses the man, sharing his cum. The mix of cum and saliva, passed between them, is the snowball.
I had been obsessed with snowballing from the first moment that I had witnessed it while watching porn in my early pubescent days. Thanks to the power of the internet, I had watched hundreds, if not thousands, of snowball videos in the intervening years. Most were straight porn—a girl snowballing a guy, sharing his cum. But I could not deny that I equally enjoyed the sight of two guys snowballing, even if I wasn’t gay.
I was sixteen when I got my first blow job from a girl. I was a late bloomer compared to some guys, but better late than never. Yet my hopes of snowballing with the bitch were dashed when she refused to let me cum in her mouth. Even when the rare bitch would let me bust in her mouth, she refused to snowball me. It was disgusting, the bitches would say. I was labeled a pervert for even suggesting it.
But my obsession persisted, my desire to be snowballed only intensified with the passage of time. And then it finally occurred to me—if I couldn’t get some bitch to snowball me, why not a guy?
I knew of just one guy at school who sucked dick—Charlie Davis. He was the only openly gay guy at school, and it was no secret that Charlie was always on the prowl for cock. He often offered himself up to drunk straight guys at parties—and got a surprising number of takers.
The school quarterback was infamously discovered drunk at a party with his pants around his ankles, his big dick down Charlie’s throat. And it was rumored the recently divorced basketball coach was fired when he was caught banging a load into Charlie upon his office desk.
“You need a ride?” I offered Charlie, pulling up next to him in my truck as he walked home from school one afternoon.
“Nah, my house is just up the street,” he refused. “Unless you’re looking to give me something more than a ride home.”
“You want some dick?” I offered. “Maybe suck me off?”
“Fuck yes!” Charlie exclaimed, reaching to open the passenger door. “You’re not fucking with me, right? This isn’t some prank?”
“No joke,” I assured Charlie as he climbed into my truck. “I just want you to suck me and then—uh—snowball me. You know what that is?”
“Yeah, I know what snowballing is, you dirty fucker,” he smiled deviously. “I’m game to share your cum with you.”
Charlie instructed me to drive up the road to a church parking lot that was deserted at that time of day. “I’m—I’m a bit nervous,” I confessed. “This is kinda illegal.”
“There’s nothing illegal about getting your dick sucked,” Charlie disputed. “We’re both eighteen. We can do whatever the fuck we want.”
“I don’t mean that,” I clarified. “I mean that hooking up in a parking lot is illegal, isn’t it?”
“Dude—you think too much,” Charlie chastised me playfully, reaching across the seat to unzip my pants. “Now let me suck that big dick for you.”
“Wait—how’d you know I’ve got a big one?” I asked as Charlie released my nine-incher, my cock nearly giving him a black eye as it sprang from my jeans.
“Uh—we had PE together sophomore year,” he reminded me. “It was hard to miss that huge dick swinging between your legs in the showers.”
But before I could respond, Charlie bent forward and took my big cock down his throat. Instantly, my balls were mashed against his chin as he deep throated me all the way.
“Holy fuck,” I exclaimed, my hands moving to the back of his head. “No bitch has ever taken me all the way. How the fuck are you able to do that?”
“Lots of practice,” Charlie surfaced for a quick breath, his saliva running down the side of my thick shaft. “You’re hardly the first straight guy at school to offer up his big dick to me.”
That fact was readily apparent as Charlie went to town on my big one. Christ, the boy could suck a dick. If cock sucking had been a sport at school, Charlie would have been captain of the varsity team.
Over and over, he worked my big dick. With his soft, supple lips locked around my shaft, the sensation was incredible—better than pussy. Rhythmically, he took me from base to tip, rapidly taking me in and out of his talented throat.
“This is fucking incredible,” I marveled, my fat cock head battering his tonsils as his head and neck oscillated upon my rigid rod.
“You’re getting close,” Charlie observed, his right hand cupping my full balls as his left hand reached up and pinched my nips, driving me wild. “Your balls are hugging your body.”
“I’m not gonna last much longer,” I admitted through gritted teeth, trying to hold back my load as Charlie resumed sucking me. He was getting me good—too good. There was no holding back.
“I’m gonna bust,” I announced urgently as Charlie increased his pace, sucking me hard. “If you keep that up, I’m gonna—I’m gonna—OH FUCK—OH SHIT.”
Instantly, my big cock exploded in Charlie’s talented mouth. It was a massive load, an epic orgasm. My copious cum filled his mouth, coating his tongue. And then he released me, his head rising from my lap, our lips locking. With open mouths we kissed, my cum swirling on our tongues—an ambrosial meal shared between us. I finally had the elusive snowball that I had long desired, and it did not disappoint.
My time with Charlie was overwhelming—and not just because of the act of us sharing my cum. Sure, snowballing with him was great, but there was something deeper at play. With our lips locked, our tongues dancing, pubescent hormones surging through our bodies, I felt a connection to Charlie that I had never felt with anyone else in my life.
“You’re still rock hard,” Charlie observed as our lips parted, gripping my cock in his fist.
“I want to be inside you,” a voice from within me demanded. I had never wanted to fuck a guy. My only intent in hooking up with Charlie in my truck that day was to get snowballed. Yet suddenly, I needed to be inside him. “Climb on my cock,” I ordered. “Take me in your depths.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Charlie winked, hiking down the back of his pants as he proceeded to straddle me upon the seat of my truck.
“Right there?” I asked tentatively, my wet cock pressed against Charlie’s knotted sphincter.
“Yeah, right there,” he nodded. “Just raise your hips a bit while I sit on it.”
“Fuuuuck,” I exhaled, my cock sliding into his warm abyss as Charlie eased himself down on my cock. “Christ, your hole is tight—way tighter than pussy,” I exclaimed.
“You’ve never fucked a guy before?” he asked, bobbing up and down on my big dick, my balls smacking his ass with each downbeat. “This is your first time?”
“Yeah,” I acknowledged, biting my lip, already trying to hold back my nut. His tight hole was just too fucking good. “I don’t think I’m gonna last long.”
“Most guys don’t last long the first time they fuck ass,” Charlie assured me, gripping my cock within his fuck canal, jacking me inside his bowels. “You dump that load in me whenever you’re ready.”
“How about now?” I replied, my balls throbbing. I was past the point of no return, the pressure building exponentially in my shaft. My big dick was a volcano that was about to erupt. “I’m gonna shoot,” I barked.
“Go for it,” Charlie nodded. “Breed my fucking ass with that big—”
“FUCK—FUCK,” I cut him off, my cock exploding in his cunt, flooding his guts. Charlie held still upon me, my load spewing into his depths, my seed seeking out his deepest recesses. I had fucked a guy—and I liked it.
“Damn, you’re a cum factory,” Charlie joked as he dismounted. My pearly load gushed from his gaping hole and ran down my thick shaft. Swiftly, he bent forward and sucked me clean. Not missing a beat, Charlie brought his lips to mine. My cum swirled between our tongues once more, another shared snowball.
“You’re a dirty boy,” I teased as our lips parted.
“You know you love it,” Charlie smiled impishly, sliding back into the passenger seat of my truck, hiking his pants back up his used ass.
“My—uh—my parents are gonna be out of town this weekend,” I shared, stuffing my spent cock back into my jeans. “I was thinking of having a party. Just some beer and pizza, and maybe—”
“You want me to come?” Charlie cut me off. “Have me service all your buds on your parents’ bed while the wild party rages downstairs? I fucking love being a cumdump like that.”
“No—that’s the thing,” I countered. “I don’t think I want to have some wild party anymore,” I reached for Charlie, pulling him back upon my lap, his cum-coated lips meeting mine once more. “I think that you are the only party that I want.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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