Unspoken Agreement - Part 1 Jul 1st, 2004 10:53:08 pm EST
originally posted on 01/21/2004 by Heywood Jablome, attributed to Robert Brown

Late afternoon on a Friday. Most personnel had already left the base for the weekend. I was the only doctor on duty in the clinic that afternoon, three guys left in the waiting room, standing between me and a three-day weekend.

One had his arm in a cast, one needed a series of shots, and one was a six foot four strapping guy with some kind of problem between his legs.

I sent the broken arm to x-ray, told the nurse to give the injections and then to go off-duty, but the tall hunky guy, I decided to investigate myself. As we went into the small examining room, I asked him what his problem was. He mumbled something about a dull pain in the lower part of his body, inside his crotch area.

Telling him to take off his fatigues and shorts, I said let's look at the area and see what the problem might be. Then, having a hunch I'd enjoy watching this one, I sat down on the low swivel seat only a few feet away, watching with keen interest as he took off his clothes.

Pulling his snug T-shirt off over his head, he revealed a muscular chest with an impressive set of full pectoral muscles and pumped, muscular arms. Looking steadily over his upper body, I asked if he worked out a lot with weights.

Running his hands over his upper body and arms, he said yes, almost every day in the gym or just by his bunk, lifting hand weights or something. I said that could be our problem, but it sure produced good results for him. He smiled with a bit of embarrassment as my eyes lingered over his nervously-flexing pecs.

He didn't seem to have much body hair, but as he unbuttoned his pants and opened his fly, they slid down on his hips, revealing a dark line of hair running from just below his navel, lost inside his loose shorts.

Sensing my cock begin to stir in my loose scrubs, I visioned it continuing inside his shorts, forming a short-clipped bush of fragrant, thick pubic hair and then disappearing, imperceptibly lost inside his full and meaty groin.

Almost feeling my lips following that trail onto his meat, I realized he'd stopped undressing, looking at the floor, seeming to hesitate pulling down his shorts.

Indicating his shorts too, I watched as he reluctantly slipped his fingers inside the waist band and slid his shorts slowly down over what was soon revealed as a very generously-endowed crotch. Watching with increasing interest as he pulled his shorts off his feet, I felt myself leaning toward his curiously swollen cock as it swayed heavily back and forth, inches from my eyes.

Standing fully naked before me, legs parted, he looked to the side and at the floor, as I leaned back in the swivel chair, gazing at his body, wondering if his cock were normally that large, or was he getting aroused
for some reason.

As he looked steadily to the side, I asked him to tell me about the pain he'd been experiencing. As he spoke, slowly and in a low voice, my eyes moved carefully over one of the largest cocks and set of balls I'd seen in several years of medical practice in the military, examining thousands of male groins.

Getting more and more anxious to begin the examination, so I could run my hands over his really awesome package, I waited until I was more in control.

Exercising restraint, I took a deep breath and continued the oral examination. As I asked him to show me where he'd had the most discomfort, he indicated his very prominent set of balls, saying they got pretty sore sometimes.

Spreading his legs apart, he moved his bull-size balls up into his hand, pointing out exactly where the pain was the worse. Rubbing his fingers over the surface of one ball, he said sometimes, especially lately, this one had gotten very sore and hot.

No longer able to restrain myself, I took his heavy sack into my own hands, his body stiffening at the warm but unexpectedly sudden touch of my hand. Holding them firmly, moving them slowly against my fingers, I asked if that hurt him at all.

Opening his eyes, he shook his head slowly, smiling faintly as, loving the feel of their heavy fullness in my hands, I slowly examined each of them as long as I thought I could, justifiably. Fascinated by their size,I turned them around, rubbing and squeezing them gently as his heavy sack eased gradually against my palm.

Very excited, essentially playing with his velvet balls, I caught myself quietly moan from the strongly masculine scent of his warm meat as my trembling hands grazed his soft inner thighs, my fingers caressing his balls throbbing in my hand.

Forcing myself to speak, I said they did seem a bit feverous but, pressing around slowly inside other parts of his groin with the other hand, I said most of his groin seemed an even, normal temperature.

Then, opening his muscular thighs further apart, I rubbed the back of my hands against the smooth, soft flesh inside his upper thighs, as he leaned back on the side of the examining table, opening his legs slightly
wider.

Inhaling the warm, pungent scent of his groin, I moved my hand excitedly between his full thighs, rubbing his scrotum and the warm, soft skin between it and his ass hole, thoroughly enjoying the feel of the smooth and sensitive skin under his sack, his firm balls inside moving heavily against the palms of my hands.

Pulling back slightly from what must have been powerfully erotic stimulation by my hands, he actually tilted his crotch up as his hips lifted slightly up from the table, making his meat even more available to my hands. His large dick, clearly swelling even more, fell heavily back against his groin, lying lazily against a cushion of thick pubic hair.

Apparently embarrassed by its swelling, he looked at the wall and ceiling the whole time I examined the soft inner sides of his upper thighs, unleashing waves of fresh crotch scent from the warm and fragrant skin underneath his scrotum, rich in sensitive areas I tried not to miss touching.

Watching his then huge cock flopping against my hand and forearm, I wanted badly to hold it and feel its swelling fullness. I surprised both of us by asking if there were ever any pain at the thick base of his penis.

He said he wasn't sure . . . maybe.

Slowly moving my fingers against that thick base, as the fullness of his shaft moved sensuously against the palm of my hand, I watched his eyes close and head turn gradually once again as he began sucking his bottom lip between his teeth.

But as I grew bolder, squeezing the velvety sides of its amazingly thick girth, his reaction was swift, suddenly jerking involuntarily back from the pressure of my hand on his warm sensitive dick, his hand reaching for his cock, but stopping just above it, so as not to interfere with the movements of my hand.

Ignoring this reflex action, I pressed around the base of his shaft, feeling it grow and lengthen rapidly in my hand, while telling him professionally not to worry about that. It was a normal reaction, happening all the time. Pressing his lips together, his eyes almost closed, he slowly began to relax, giving up control of his cock.

When I asked him if he masturbated an excessive amount, he was silent for a moment, then said he wasn't sure what I meant. I asked if he beat his meat a lot, and he said no, at least not very much. But some times.

Eventually releasing his dick, I asked him to show me how he beat off. Stunned, he asked if I meant for him to do right then. I said that no, but just enough that I could see how he did. I wanted to see what damage that
might have caused him.

Leaning back on the table, he took his sizable piece of meat in his right hand, held it for a moment, and then jacked it lightly underhanded, stopping when I asked if he always did it that gently. Blushing, he said he didn't know what I meant.

Impulsively taking his dick back in my hand, I said to let me explain something to him. Holding his nearly hard shaft firmly in my hand, also underhandedly, I stroked it a few times, soon getting short of breath from this first full contact with his very thick, heavy meat in my hand.

Responding to the erotic stimulation of my hand on his cock, he gripped the sides of the table, pulling automatically back from the action of my hand.

But, holding his body steady as I continued to stroke his shaft, I explained that if he did hit himself on the downward stroke of his shaft, like this (demonstrating the pressure of a jab against his groin), every time he hit himself like this (demonstrating it again), it could
easily cause some internal bruising which would make his whole groin sore or damage his testicles if he hit them too hard against his hand or body.

Asking if he understood what I was saying, I tried to stop stroking his dick, as I listened to his reply, but loving the feel of his thick, firm meat sliding snugly inside my fisted hand, I had to force myself let go of it, watching as he tried to cover its new erection with his arm.

Noticing his dick was red and irritated from my enthusiastic demonstration, I suggested putting some ointment on it to soothe the skin.

As I slowly rubbed some soothing cream around the warm sides of his cock, he turned his face away, closing his eyes to savor the pleasurable feeling it aroused in his dick. Then, continuing to massage an even larger amount of cream down and over his cock, I felt his body relax, his crotch gently moving into the firm grasp of my hand as his chest began to rise and fall more rapidly.

This time it must have felt too good. Suddenly as I moved my fingers over the sensitive head of his swollen dick, he sat up on the edge of the table and then stood up with his feet on the floor, saying nothing but holding his swollen cock firmly up against his leg. I thought he'd probably soon leave. I'd gone too far.

As I turned and was wiping off my hand, I heard him clear his throat, saying he always did it dry handed, but that sure felt good. He said maybe spit would do just as well. He'd heard some guys talk about that.

I agreed, but pointed out since he was uncircumsized, dry handed was possibly safer and cleaner, if done correctly. He looked at me blankly. Then, holding the foreskin and sliding it up and down over the thick head of his dick, he said he didn't see how that could cause the pain in his groin.

Smiling, I said no, of course not, pointing out the pain may not be due at all to something he did. It was just one possibility of many that we had to eliminate. He might have a hernia or pulled muscle in his groin.

My hands on either side of his muscular hips, my fingers pressing slightly into the smooth skin of his firm and rounded cheeks, I pulled him over to my seated body, asking when he'd last been examined for signs of hernias in his groin. He shrugged, saying he guessed that was what they were looking for when he got his physical for the service.

Sliding my hand gently between his thighs and feeling up under his huge balls with my fingers, I told him to turn his head and cough a few times. Then slowly rubbing the soft skin between his full butt cheeks and lightly over his smooth anus, I pressed in at different points inside his groin.

As I slowly rubbed and caressed the warm fleshy areas of his groin, his naked lower body was forced up against my chest, his muscular stomach against my cheek. Several times, I asked if this or that hurt, hearing his low voice reverberate inside his body as he shook his head, saying no, more slowly each time.

Finally, pulling my hand very reluctantly off the warm, velvet-soft flesh inside his groin, I said there was probably one thing left to check. The pain was probably due to some problem with his prostate, asking if he'd
ever had it checked before.

Shaking his head, he said he didn't think so, but he didn't really know where it was. When I said it was inside his rectum, his eyes opened wider, and he said yes, he'd had it checked before and it was painful.

Telling him it wouldn't hurt nearly as bad if he was relaxed and didn't fight it, I said to lie back against the table.

As he did, I said to bend his legs at the knees, open them as much as he could, and push his groin up toward me as I held the cheeks of his butt in my hands.

He did as I said and, steadying him on the table, holding the full cheeks of his butt firmly in each hand, I felt his body twist and turn, his butt moving to the edge of the table, stopping just below his spread ass.

Looking at his soft pink ass hole, nervously puckering as it waited for my probing finger, I sincerely wished it could be my dick he was about to feel sliding inside his ass. But, it wasn't.

Still, as I felt the full cheeks of his ass slide from my hands, I marveled at what a sweet full ass I had spread eagle before me, anticipating the pleasures to come as I examined it.

Aroused by rubbing the full, smooth contours of his rounded, muscular butt cheeks with one hand, I dabbed the fingers of my other hand into a jar of lubricant, spreading some of it around and down inside his tight asshole, soon becoming virtually fascinated by its slowly pulling off my fingers as they in turn, passed over his hole, repeatedly forcing themselves one at a time into its tight opening and lingering sensuously just inside it.

Fantasizing it was my cock the sides of his hole were clinging to and stimulating with their nervous contractions against each one, I was hypnotized by the sensations I was feeling and soon had to force myself to stop teasing his responsive ass hole.

Asking how he was doing, I noticed his eyes tightly closed, the only sound he made a low, almost imperceptible moan, more like breathing.

His huge sack of balls cupped snugly into one hand, I held them up away from his hole, as I worked only the middle finger of my other hand slowly into his very tigt hole, again teasing the rigid sides of his anus, but only for a moment, thoroughly enjoying its almost combative nibbling of my finger.

Then as its warm pressure relaxed more against my finger, I moved it further inside his tight butt, as his moaning became more audible.

At that point, I heard him protest the pain as he tried to pull off my finger, but with no luck. I held his body firmly, cautioning him to relax and it wouldn't feel as uncomfortable. Then feeling around his prostate, I discovered it was, as I'd expected, very warm and somewhat enlarged, sure signs of low grade infection.

Telling him we were almost finished, I withdrew my finger slightly, but reluctant to end what was for me a very erotic and enjoyable procedure, I allowed myself to move it slowly around the sides of his anus, loving the feeling of thrusting inside the tight warmth of his butt, only mildly distracted by his faint moans of discomfort, but soon realizing they were as much from enjoyment as pain.

Most straight men definitely didn't like this procedure. But, even if they did, they were very uncomfortable with accepting that they did. But from all indications, this guy liked it a lot and didn't seem to mind showing it.

Looking as his cock, still swollen and extended from his groin, I could detect clear evidence of his pleasure. The large head of his cock was covered with thin layers of precum and prostate fluid which were still oozing from his wide slit.

Wanting badly to put my mouth over it and suck out his sperm, I became very aroused, finally having to again force myself to withdraw my finger from his ass, sitting once again on the swivel chair.

Closing his legs, he moved up on the table and, noticing the sticky mess on the head of his cock, he tried to hide the traces of his leakage with his hand.

Turning my head, seeming to ignore this, I told him I suspected his problem was with his prostate, but I'd need a sample of his fluid to test to be sure.

When he asked what that meant, I explained I'd have to press again on his prostate, deep inside his butt, with my fingers and try to force the fluid out through his penis.

Frowning, he asked if there weren't any other way to do it.

Thinking a moment, I said yes, there was another procedure that was easier and not at all painful, but I'd have to have his full cooperation to do it. He eagerly said no problem. He'd do anything I told him to do.

Telling him to lie back on the edge of the examining table once more, I said he needed to spread his legs wide apart, as he had the last time. He could let his long legs dangle over the sides of the table, just so long as his back was flat on the table and his groin was tilted up and fully available to me.

Taking a small towel from the cabinet, I asked how long it had been since he last masturbated and ejaculated a large amount of sperm. He said at least two, maybe three months.

Surprised, but pleased it had been that long, I recalled the unusually large amount of fluid he'd secreted during the last procedure and anticipated a heavy load of ejaculant this time.

Telling him to close his eyes, I put the soft, folded towel over his eyes, asking if any light were coming through. He said no, it was as if the lights were turned out. I said that was good. I wanted him to relax as if he were sleeping. It would make it easier for him to release a larger sample of the fluid we needed into a collection container.

Taking a deep breath, he settled on the table, ready to begin. I looked at him from time to time as I prepared. Then, sitting on the stool, pulled up between his legs, I told him I was going to massage his penis and his groin, trying to stimulate a prompt ejaculation of fluid which would contain the prostate sample.

I said not to be surprised if I used different techniques during the procedure. I would try several to see which worked best. All I wanted him to do was relax and concentrate on the sensations he felt in his groin.

I thought it would feel quite good at times, if he relaxed into it and focused only on what he was feeling and go with the feeling he had.

Taking an ordinary condom, I said I would slip a collection tube over the head of his penis in which he could release as much ejaculant as I could stimulate from his groin. He would feel a snug pressure of rubber over the tip of his penis. Then when he was ready, he could ejaculate as much as he could.

His dick was already swollen with anticipation and swaying from side to side. Holding it firmly, I stroked and squeezed it hard enough to slip the condom over only the head of his dick. Then, fitting it snugly in place, I stroked the length of his cock, firmly from the base forward, again loving the feeling of his thick, swollen meat in my hand.

I was amazed how quickly it swelled from the warm caresses of my hand and the gentle stimulation of my fingers moving over his balls. It increased dramatically in size, the head swelling visibly inside the snug-fitting condom.

Leaning over and inhaling the male scent of his groin, I relished the feeling his full mass of warm meat in my hand, my own cock beginning to stir restlessly in my crotch, pressing against my thin scrubs.

Squeezing his huge meat, groping it gently in my warm hand, I heard him sigh a couple of times, as I felt his lower body begin to thrust slightly against my hands, seeking even more pleasurable stimulation.

Milking the thick base of his hugely-swollen shaft, I couldn't resist running my parted lips and moist tongue along the swollen spine underneath his very hard dick and running the length of the shaft. As it swelled rapidly against my sucking lips, I suddenly felt his lower body pulling back slightly from my lips.

Continuing to stroke his cock, I slowed, asking quietly if that hurt.

His body slowly relaxing, but still breathing hard, I heard him say in a low voice no . . . no, it felt good . . . . really good.

Snuggling my mouth up between his balls and inner thighs, I licked and sucked the soft skin inside his upper thighs, as I stroked the tender skin on his lower stomach with one hand, running my fingers passionately up and down the trail of dark hairs that led up from his pubic area.

His skin was smooth and warmly soft under my roaming hand, his breathing soon becoming rapidly more labored as his cock pulsed against the sides of my mouth. Taking a deep breath, he sighed audibly.

As I told him quietly to relax, that it would end soon, he said faintly he didn't know if he wanted it to end soon. Then I heard him say something like taking my time and something else I didn't understand.

Smiling to myself, I wanted to say all he had to do was hold it back as long as he could and we'd continue this all night. Then, as I stroked his cock, I noticed the condom was about to slip off the very thick, painfully swollen head of his cock.

Pulling it gently the rest of the way off his very red and swollen cock head, I placed it on the table next to the stool, fascinated by the generous amount of thick, glistening precum I watched oozing from its large slit and running down the side of its huge, moist head.

Without thinking and badly wanting to taste the head of his cock, I slid my mouth eagerly down over the head of his cock, licking the creamy thick cum onto my tongue before sliding my warm mouth over much of his shaft.

Responding visibly to the moist pressure of my lips and mouth moving down over his tense, hard shaft, his body jerked and pulled away but, as I sucked gently on his shaft, he soon settled once more and, becoming quite aroused by this apparently wonderful feeling, began to rub his chest slowly, occasionally pinching his nipples and moving his hips in rhythm with the strokes of my mouth.

I was delighted he'd accepted what was obviously my mouth sucking his cock. Neither of us said or did anything to change the mood of that new, unexpectedly intense level of our sexual intimacy.

Loving intensely the taste and texture of his warm cock against my tongue, I sucked as much of his huge shaft into my mouth as I could, sucking it firmly, but hopefully not so much that he'd cum soon. I also wanted our little sexual encounter to continue as long as possible.

I was close, however, to making a near-fatal mistake.

Savoring the unbridled pleasure of feeling his cock sliding inside my mouth, pressing firmly against my tongue and lips, I reveled in the strong scents and subtle aromas of his warm, masculine crotch, becoming suddenly uncontrollably aroused.

Running my hands urgently up and down his stomach and chest, squeezing the muscles of his upper body firmly, twisting his full pecs in my hands as I massaged their hard, prominent nipples with my fingers, I sucked long and deep on his cock, deep-throating it frequently, as I moaned loudly.

As I did, his body stiffened slightly, his hands holding mine still on his pecs until, returning his arms to his side, he lay motionless on the examining table, giving me no feed back, his excitement waning.

Feeling I was becoming too bold, perhaps frightening him, I wasn't sure what I should do, but I knew I needed to ease off a little.

Sliding my hands slowly back down over his hard, muscular stomach, I held his cock in my mouth, sucking it more gently, as I collected my thoughts.

It occurred to me that my passion, suddenly out of control, had gone beyond the clinically-objective premise under which our sexual intimacy had been allowed to begin. I had moved perhaps too far beyond the initial premise of the involvement he'd agreed to.

Relaxing my hands on his body, I increased the pressure of my still-hungry mouth on his thick and tender meat, massaging it firmly with my tongue, tenderly caressing his balls in my warm hands and stroking his soft inner thighs once again.

In time, I felt his crotch yield more and more to my silently affectionate touch.

Then, accepting this very pleasurable stimulation, his body relaxed once more, his cock soon thrusting even more openly against my sucking lips and deep into my mouth with increasing enthusiasm and pleasure, which in itself was a large concession on his part to the unwritten limitations of our clinical sexual encounter.

Shortly after my retreat, his noticeably swollen dick continued to thicken in my mouth until it reached enormous size once again, leaking profusely the rich taste of his precum onto my tongue.

Afraid he might cum soon, I slowly pulled off his cock, holding it firmly in my hand as I licked and sucked gently on his balls and up under his full sack, moving my full lips against his hugely-swollen bull-like balls.

Trying to calm down more myself, my own cock extremely hard and aching, I pushed my face gently inside his meaty crotch, sensing a flood of male scent and tastes assault my senses, moving me once more very deeply.

Sucking gently on his hugely-swollen cock, I pulled the waistband of my scrubs down over my meat, freeing my impossibly hard cock. Stroking it a few times, I realized I'd have to cum soon.

Slipping the condom I'd earlier taken off his cock, then partially onto my achingly hard cock, I stroked it over my full cock firmly in one hand.

Then, stroking his thick shaft with the other, I milked the tender, sensitive head of his cock with my lips, loving the traces of warm, thick sperm which he frequently secreted into my mouth. Exhilarated by the strong taste of his cum, I knew I wanted all of his thick sperm, not only a small part of it.

Deciding to take his load, I'd cum in the condom myself, substituting mine as the supposed test sample for which we'd begun our mutual sexual adventure.

Easing very close to orgasm, I felt his cock flare against the sides of my lips and his huge shaft jerk against my tongue as I felt his warm sperm ooze and then spurt forcefully in thick, creamy amounts onto my mouth several times.

Tasting its rich fullness against the sides of my mouth and tongue, I moaned with pure delight as I felt his hands on the back of my head, holding my mouth still on his cock as he then emptied a second load of thick, sweet cream against my tongue.

Savoring it in my mouth as he breathed deeply and moaned almost painfully from the wonderful sensation of emptying his terrific load, I felt waves of my own load spurting heavily from my slit, pulsing repeatedly into the snug condom.

Continuing to suck his sperm from his slit, I worked the condom off of my own sensitive dick, placing it carefully on the table next to the stool, as he grasped the sides of the examining table, trying not to cry out from the intensity of sensation still rising from deep inside his groin.

Spurting at first and then gushing yet another time into my mouth, his strong-tasting sperm soon filled my mouth, even as I swallowed large amounts directly down into my throat.

Thrusting urgently inside my mouth, he allowed himself for a short time to react audibly, releasing intensely high levels of sexual energy. But then, as I felt his body slowly relax against the table, I eased my mouth off his still firm and swollen cock, hearing his breathing slowly returning to normal.

Lying quietly on the table, he didn't speak, or react in any way. Assuming he was perhaps dozing off, as his breathing seemed to deepen, I leaned back in the swivel chair, gazing at his impressive naked body, limp on the examining table.

His exhausted meat hung loosely between his spread muscular legs, which hung loosely over each side of the table, almost touching the floor.

Getting up, I dried his damp, shiny crotch and, unable to resist a farewell tour, I moved my lips and tongue over his sweating meat, sucking lightly on his still swollen dick, tasting the residue of his unbelievably large orgasms and wondering if I'd ever be able to have this intense pleasure again.

I thought it entirely possible he hadn't actually cum in a couple of mouths, but balls the size of his could produce a huge amount of cum ondemand.

Sitting back against the wall on the swivel chair, looking at his shiny red and swollen meat laying across the examining table between his still spread thighs, I was still amazed at its size and the amount of ejaculant he'd produced.

Then, as I watched him stir and lift his feet flat up on the table, his legs bent and closing painfully once more, he took the folded towel from his face and asked if I'd gotten a good sample.

Picking up the condom partially filled with my own cum, I looked at him, saying yes, I'd send it over first thing in the morning.

Looking at the condom and blinking his eyes, he tried to hide his wonderment by getting off the table, his legs buckling slightly. As he slipped his shorts back on, he said he felt weak, but his body felt much lighter. Smiling, he said maybe it was the treatment I'd given him. He felt wonderful.

I took the specimen and put it in the fridge. He looked at it closely as I walked by him, but said nothing. I filled out a form about his diagnosis as he finished dressing, asking when he could come back again.

I said in a few days. We would decide then how much further treatment he needed. I added that with a condition like his, he may need frequent and prolonged therapy for who knew how long.

He smiled and, lowering his eyes, looked at the floor. Then, as he seemed to be lost in thought, I heard him ask if I'd want to collect more samples next time.

I said yes, that was part of the treatment, and he'd have to agree, it didn't hurt all that much. Trying not to smile too much as he opened the door, he said yes, I was sure right about that.
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The Cabin Jun 20th, 2004 7:11:34 pm EST
originally posted 01/18/2004 on NWS by DrivinBarefoot, story attributed to WUNDRSTICK

Stumbling through heavy snowfall and deep drifts, a would be woodsman comes upon an isolated cabin deep in the woods.

“Hi,I got sorta snowed in up here. I’m not lost, really but trudging down this mountain in waist deep snow is bustin’ my ass." He said "I can’t find a straight way down.”

"There IS no STRAIGHT way down" came a cryptic response from a large figure carrying a double armfull of wood toward the cabin; his face obscured inside the wolf hair hood of his heavy parka. "We'd better get inside. This storm won't be lettin' up any time soon and it'll be dark soon."

They entered the rustic, sparsely furnished cabin, shook off the snow and removed their outer garments. Both were big athletic men, although the cabin's owner stood a couple of inches taller and had several pounds of muscle on his new guest.

"I don't get many visitors up this far and since it looks like we're gonna be roomies for a while, be my guest and I'll try and knock the rust off my skills as host. Make yourself at home and I'll warm things up." He walked to the large, stone fireplace, stacked the wood and placed a log on the already crackling fire.
Around the dim one room cabin,illuminated only by the light from the fireplace, the visitor could see that most of the rough hewn wooden floor and walls were covered with thick, loosely placed animal furs. Bear or buffalo, perhaps,and deer but he couldn't tell for sure.

He could make out a couple pieces of fur covered wooden furniture that looked vaguely like an overstuffed sofa and a large chair of the same construction. He opted for the sofa, assuming that the owner of the cabin would probably prefer his chair and was pleasantly surprised at just how soft and warm and comfortable it was. The fur had a deep, smokey aroma that he really liked.

As he looks about the cabin,he takes note of his host now tending the fire. Late forties, maybe. Hard to tell. Handsome man. Coal black hair with just a hint of grey and thick, similarly colored moustache with a few days worth of beard. Muscular and well proportioned. Works out or just works hard. Around two twenty. A good bit over six feet tall with noticeably large, calloused hands and broad, thickly muscled arms and shoulders.
Could be a lumberjack or a trapper maybe. One of those Viet Nam vet hermit types who moved up here to get away from everything and lives off the land or perhaps some combination of the above. Hell, maybe he just spends his summers here. He might be a stock broker, who knows?

Nah, Too rugged looking to spend any time under flourescent lighting or indoors, for that matter. Besides, this sure ain't summer.

Opening a cabinet near the fireplace, his host removes a large, bent briar pipe and tobacco canister. He removes the canister lid and takes a deep whiff of it’s contents and then slowly begins packing the deep chamber of his pipe as his guest watches with growing interest.

Although he has never actively sought out the company of other men to satisfy his sexual desires, the sight and smell of a real man smoking a pipe has conjured up homo-erotic fantasies and made his butt pucker for as long as he can remember.

His host bends down to the fire and retrieves a long shard of thin kindling, allowing it to ignite in the flames. As he sucks the small flame deep into his pipe, he inhales on every other draw, then exhales, releasing thick jets of intoxicating smoke from his flaring nostrils. A flat, semi-transparent cloud forms around his head and slowly grows across the room to engulf his now transfixed guest in a delightfully hypnotic sensual blanket of masculine aroma.

He leans against the mantle, warming his tight, muscular butt and rubs his obviously growing manhood slowly through his jeans. ”I love the smell of pipe smoke. Don't you?”

His guest says nothing but the quick glances between his host’s pipe and bulging crotch speaks volumes.

“I thought you looked like a pipe man.” His host says.

As he slowly moves closer, he unzips his fly to release the largest and still engourging errection that his guest has ever seen. He hasn’t seen many but this one is truly magnificent. He stares paralized as the large quivering head of this incredably cobra moves forward and then tickles his mustached lips open ever so slightly but enough enough to allow his tongue, of it’s own volition, to quickly dart out of it's warm abode and lick the glistening droplet of precum from the tip of his host's now massive throbbing member.

The unfamiliar flavor suits him all too well. He closes his eyes as the magical essence of manhood seems to spread through his entire body with a warm, wanton unspoken and heretofore unknown desire. He wants more and will do what it takes to get it. He pressed his mustached lips to the purple, blood engorged spear and slid his warm wet mouth forward, engulfing the huge knob like head of his host's hot, hard pulsating cock. In his strangest fantasies, a scenerio such as this has never entered his mind, much less the relm of possibility.
To taste another mans semen? Never! To actually enjoy and crave that feeling? Impossible!

Tendrils of dense, white smoke trickled up through his host’s thick moustache and into his left nostril as he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Then he smiled wide, closing his eyes and tilting his head back as a deep, long animal moan exuded from within his chest and with it, came long jets of sweet, pungent, ambrosia.

“Mmmmmmmm!”

He slid his tongue across the underside of his host’s cock and sucked gently on the head. Suckling like a new born calf,he nursed the mighty cockhead as if possessed. His host inhaled deeply from the glowing embers of his pipe and, sliding his right hand down behind his guest's neck, pulled his head slowly forward, sliding his thick meat deep into his guest’s throat. Both were surprised that, not only did he not choke, it actually felt fantastic. He began too counter his host’s slow, thrusting; taking as much of the huge tool as his stretched mouth could bare and sucked rhythmically on his new found delight.

Thick clouds of smoke filled the room as the throbbing rod began to move faster and deeper into the now eager mouth, disappearing and reappearing from the guest’s mustached, clinging lips. This man was a natural born cocksucker!

He could feel the tremors of his host’s impending orgasm and his tongue instinctively flattened against the underside of the giant, rock hard member and eagerly awaited it’s welcome reward. Columns of smoke poured from his host’s mouth and nose as he let loose his massive load forcefully into the warm, wet, waiting receptacle of his manhood.

Not a drop escaped as his guest sucked and swallowed hungerily until long after the well was dry. He had crossed a threshold he never knew existed. He has tapped into an incredible resovior of unknown and unforseen pleasures and he wants more. Much more.

His host was standing over him, pipe still clenched in his teeth, smiling down from within the cloud of white smoke like a vision of rugged masculinity. He took another long draw on his big briar and, leaning down, kissed his guest gently. Their moustaches intertwined as he exhaled his lungful of rich, sensuous fragrant fog.

"Care for a smoke?" He said as he rose and crossed to the smoking cabinet. He opened the door and there were perhaps twenty or thirty pipes of different styles, although all were large and bent and briar. He picked out one just a bit smaller than his own and carried it, along with a small tobacco pouch back to his waiting guest.

"Try this, I think you'll like it."

His guest took the pipe and pouch and began to pack it.

"Thanks."

"I can see it's not your first time for THAT." the host said as he watched his guest's packing technique.

"I've smoked a pipe off and on for several years but never really stuck with it. What kind of tobacco is this? I've never smelled anything quite like it."

The guest stepped to the fireplace and proceeded to puff his pipe to life as his host watched for his reaction to his special blend.

"It's got a different kind of flavor I can't quite place. Not latica. A bit strong, at first but nice."

"I added some herbs to the blend that help take the bite out a bit and take the edge off."

The guest was starting to really enjoy this heady mixture and was beginning to feel warm and fuzzy all over. His host moved to him and guided him down onto the fur rug in front of the fireplace. He rubbed his big hands over his guest's body and slid his flannel shirt off, tossing it onto the chair. He rubbed his huge palms in light circles over his guest's hardening nipples and bent to take one in his mouth, sucking gently before moving to the next, sliding his big hands down to cup the tight cheeks of his new friend's muscular buttocks.

"OOohh.... " The guest moaned as his host slid his jeans to the ground while never breaking contact with the captured, firm, grape like nipple.
He guided his guest down to his knees and then onto all fours and removed the still warm pipe from his mouth and slid it up and down the crack of his guest's hairy ass. Then he reached around to fondle his guest's throbbing cock and pipe together. The heat from the pipe felt incredible as he slowly slid his hand up and down the twitching hard pole. He used his free hand to gather the harvest of precum from his own, now fully awakened member and lubricated his guest's puckered sphincter, sliding his middle finger deep inside. As he massaged the prostate of his new friend, he added another long digit, stretching the opening in preparation for the real thing.

"OOOOOhhh..." Moaned his guest. He began to press back, hunching the fingers past the last knuckle. He never imagined anything could feel this good. slowly he arched his back like a cat in heat, ass high and inhaled the pungent smoke from his hot briar.

"That's the angle I'm looking for." Said the host as he pulled off his own jeans and positioned himself directly behind his guest, sliding his rock hard, oozing shaft up and down his guests furry crack as he had with his pipe. He placed his big hands on his guest's hips and pressed the rubbery head of his massive manhood against the lubricated, quivering opening and pulled his guest backward, slowly slipping his hot poker deeper and deeper into the virginal hole.

"Oh GOD! You're HUGE!" his guest moaned.

But the herbs had done their duty and the entry was nothing but unbelievable pleasure. He pressed further, pushing his guest down onto his elbows on to the fur rug and angled his huge cock upward, to insert his hot meat still further into the cavern of his guest's meaty backside. Finally, when he had impaled his guest nearly to the hilt of his huge man sword, he stopped and began a circular motion with his pelvis, churning his guest's bowels like butter. His guest arched his back further to allow his host greater access, all the while sucking on his pipe and moaning out his inhaled aromatic smoke in thick columns. The churning, grinding member sent waves of ecstasy through his guest and he began to slide slowly in and out of the tight, clasping rectum.

The thick cloud was engulfing them both and added a sense of surrealism, as if they were floating locked together, pumping rhythmically miles above the earth, slowly building in speed and force, pumping deeper and harder. His guest, lost in his own sensual abandon moaned as his body instinctively matched his host's rhythm, sucking and pumping the huge shaft with involuntary contractions. They thrust in unison like a well oiled machine. Then, from somewhere in the haze of his mind and pipe smoke, he felt his lover's hot, hard cock throbbing deep in his abdomen as it began to pump him full of it's lava like load in long, protracted spurts, deep within his convulsing body. His own twitching rod exploded thick, white gobs onto the fur beneath him. It seemed as though it would never end. It kept coming in wave after wave of creamy ecstasy washing his insides with hot, thick man cum.

He could feel his host, still deep inside him; quivering final spurts as the last of his juice was squeezed out and into his guests ravenous manhole. Panting through his pipe clenched teeth he looked back through the clouds to see the now calm face of his host relighting his pipe.

"Care for another?" He asked "This time face to face, man to man, pipe to pipe."

"Why not." Said his guest. "I'm not going anywhere in this storm."

His host rose and carried the still smoldering pair of pipes to the fireplace where he emptied their dottle into the consuming fire before replacing them in the pipe cabinet for a well deserved rest. After a bit of contemplation, he chose two more of the fine briars to join in the evening's festivities, along with his tobacco canister, a short fat candle and some small kindling to use as matches and returned to his guest who was wiping the dripping love juices from his newly stretched, swollen anus with his recently discarded shirt.

His was a big bent stacked apple and for his guest, a large bent bulldog. He flopped down on the fur covered couch and began methodically packing his pipe as he watched his guest fill his own. His guest snuggled up under his host's big, hairy armpit and continued to stuff the herb laced mixture into the deep chamber and thought to himself, "This must be heaven. Two men smelling on sweat, man sex and pipe tobacco curled up together in front of the fire on a snowy night."

His host leaned back against the arm of the sofa and, igniting a piece of the kindling on the candle, began to draw deeply from his big briar, taking on a dragon like appearance as the thick smoke billowed forth from his nose and mouth, filling the room anew with the sweet, pungent smoke. All the while, he watched his guest as he filled, then lit his own pipe and sucked the intoxicating mixture deep into his lungs.

His manhood began to grow as he watched and it rolled lazily across his muscular abdomen before slowly rising as if by levitation over his hairy belly button; uncoiling like a huge python on the prowl for another victim. His guest watched his host's growing snake like member through eyes glazed with lust and pipe smoke and was again taken under the hypnotic spell of the swaying serpent and it's magnificent, pipe smoking master. He reached to feel the weight and girth of the huge monster, then slid his hand gingerly under his host's large, hairy nut sack.

"I think I'd like to smoke this for a while.” He said as pressed the bowl of his warm pipe to his host's warm scrotum.

The feeling of the hot pipe on his balls was unbelievable and his host sucked in through his glowing pipe and moaned out in thick white clouds.

"Oh, GOD! That feels so good."

His guest leaned forward and slipped his mustached lips over the head of the throbbing, serpentine giant, applying gentle pressure and slid his warm mouth slowly up and down his host's hard meat, though he could only take about half the long, thick shaft before it reached the back of his throat.
His host placed his big, beefy hands on his guest's head and pulled him down, burying several more inches of his hot cock deep into his guest's tight throat and began to slowly fuck his guest's mouth in earnest. He shoved his enormous rod deep into his guest's throat faster and harder. His guest could feel his host's building orgasm through his tightly stretched lips and was preparing to taste yet another load of thick cum when, his host abruptly raised his guest's head off his twitching ramrod and in a deep, husky smoke filled voice said: "Saddle up, Buddy. It's time you learned to ride."

His guest moved up and over his host and positioned himself on his knees just above his host's huge cock; his quivering ass lips perched precariously over the purple head of the beast. Pressing the saliva soaked tip to his puckered hole, slid the mushroom headed monster into the tight opening.

Then, moving his hips in a slow, circular, downward grinding spiral, began to slowly but firmly impale himself on his host's thick, hot spear. He moaned as he arched back to angle more of the giant shaft into his wet, warm, waiting hole.

"God!” he said:” I don't think I can take any more."

"Why don't you light up and enjoy the ride? I can take it from here." His host said, handing him his forgotten pipe. His guest hands and sphincter trembled in fear and anticipation of what was to come as he fumbled to relight his pipe, drawing deeply to gain the calming effect of the tobacco herb mixture.

His host reached up and began to rub his guest's hard nipples, then, clasping his huge hands on his guest's hips, thrust upward, sinking the remainder of his manhood to the hilt. The sudden addition to his already fully stuffed channel sent shock waves of pain and pleasure through his guest, forcing him to gasp, sucking in more smoke than he had ever inhaled. His head reeled.

His host pulled his guest down again and again on his huge staff, pounding deeper and deeper into his hot hole, bouncing him up and down on his huge slick pole. His guest could no longer speak. He could only gasp at each thrust, sucking in, then exhaling thick smoke from his pipe in short bursts, unable to catch his breath before the thick cob plunged again deep in his abdomen.

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Oh! Uh!" His guest grunted

"Oh yeah! Ride that pony!" Said his host as he continued his deep, jackhammer assault up the tight muscled ass of his now ecstatic guest. He was now only sensation without reason or rational thought. Pipe, cock, ass, smoke......

Losing all control, his guest flailed wildly like a rag doll as his host continued to pull him down again and again, thrusting his huge pleasure pole deep inside his guest's gratefully filled void. His big cock exploded onto the hairy chest of his host in long rivulets of man seed. Unable to form words, he exhaled thick clouds from his mustached mouth, arching his back and moaning.

"UUUUUGGGHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!"

Grinning broadly through his beautiful white pipe clenched teeth, his host slammed his guest down hard on his throbbing saddle horn and filled his spasming colon with his thick, hot, gushing cum. He collapsed on top of his host in a pile, spent and unable to move, his chest heaving with the warm afterglow of his fantastic initiation growing inside him. His host placed their still smoking pipes on the floor and, wrapped in each other's big, muscular arms, they drifted off to blissful slumber.
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You Can Buy *WHAT* on Amazon? Jun 7th, 2004 7:35:40 pm EST
So, how many of you out there knew you could buy ... ummm ... "personal massagers" on Amazon.com?

There's some doozies in here too...like the Non Skid Butt Plug (yeah, I know...I've laughed at that one pretty much all day, too)

Or this scary-ass Alien movie-looking thing that I can't even pretend that I understand

Or the Vibrating Rubber Duckie Massager

Or even the Raging Hard On Manhandler
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The Coach Jun 7th, 2004 6:15:07 pm EST
originally posted on NWS by DrivinBarefoot

As I passed by the showers I heard noises. I didn't think there was anyone else left in the locker room, so I was curious to see what was up. I quietly moved around the corner and was amazed at what was happening before my eyes. There in the furthest corner of the communal showers was the coach, and Gil the defensive lineman. Coach Jones was on his knees, sucking Gil's thick slab of meat, while Gil just leaned back on the wall. The Coach was even better looking than I imagined. At 45, he was graying slightly, but his body was tight, and his chest furry. His legs had always looked well muscled, as I knew he ran regularly. Gil on the other hand was a powerhouse of muscle. He worked out religiously every day in the weight room. His shoulders and arms bulged with pumped muscle, his legs powerful and strong, and his smooth tan skin shimmered with sweat.

"Yeah Coach, eat my dick man, eat this powerhouse cock!" Coach Jones just hummed in ascent. He was eating that boy's dick as if it were his last meal. "Now, lick those balls, Coach, lick behind those orbs, where the sweat is sweeter!" Gil was really into the scene, and I have to admit so was I. I had never really seen two men go at each other with abandoned before, but here it was. Gil leaned forward and started to run his hands down the coach's back, and down to the crack of his ass. He was still feeding the coach his cock, but the intent was clear. He then pulled the Coach's head off his cock, turned around and presented his full ass to him. "Eat my dirty, hairy hole fucker!" The coach started to kiss, lick and lightly bite the big man's globes. He then took his nose, and running it up the crack of Gil's ass, took a deep breath. It was just like my fantasy. Just the same action I wanted to do to Tim.

Coach Jones pulled back, spread Gil's massive mounds, and then just stared at the exposed sphincter. "Damn boy, you do have pretty hole." "Probably tastes just as good as it smells too!" Coach Jones was in his element. He then moved forward, stuck out his tongue, and swiped it up Gil's crack. Gil moaned in pleasure as he felt the rough muscle, slide across his tender pink hole. "Yeah man, clean my hole out!" "I've been waiting all day for you to suck my ass hole." Coach dove back into the massive ass and buried his face in that beautiful butt. He seemed to be going nuts trying to get deeper inside. Gil closed his eyes, moaned in pleasure and pushed back onto the Coach's face.

All this time my dick was straining inside my jockeys. I unzipped my jeans, pulled my hard cock out and started to stroke at the scene in front of me. It was my fantasy come alive, and probably as close as I would come to it. At least that is what I thought. The coach continued his efforts for a few more minutes, until Gil told him to stop. Gil turned around and presented his cock for further worship. "Here cock sucker, lube up this thick dick because it is going up your ass!" Coach complied and took the dick down to the hilt. As he came back up he made sure he wet the shaft down well with his spit. He deep throated that cock a few more times and then was ready. He turned around and positioned himself on all fours on the shower room floor. "DO ME FUCKER!" was all he needed to say. Gil got behind him, positioned his cock, and then slowly slid the head into the Coach's waiting hole. Coach winced initially, as the big mushroom head pierced his hole. He then let out a breath of relief, as Gill proceeded to push the rest of his dick into his ass. It must have been at least 8 or 9 inches in length and it disappeared inside the coach in seconds. Once settled into that warm tunnel, Gil grabbed the man's hips and began to piston his hips into him. Each trust became a bit harder and deeper. Each time the Coach would beg for more. Another inch, a harder thrust, a faster pace. Eventually, Gil was a machine in motion. No longer thinking of the Coach's pleasure or pain, but his own gratification, he was an animal in heat. He thrust his hard shaft deep into the Coach's hungry ass, and he punished with his weapon. "Yeah fucker, take this man's cock, ride my dick!" Gil was a man on a mission.


I could tell by Gil's breathing that he was close to shooting his wad up the coach's hole. I was close to shooting mine that was for sure. Gill had made the coach change positions, and had him on his back, with legs up on the floor. I could really get a good view of his tool working the man's hole. It was slick with ass juice, and hard as a nail, but the coach was in heaven. He stroked his cock in perfect rhythm with the defensive lineman's punches. "Here it comes fucker, I'm going to flood your hole with my cum" Gil screamed, and he thrust harder into the ass hole, and held himself there, muscles tensed, teeth clenched. He then started to push in and out just abit more making certain his juice was deep inside the man. At that same time, coach moaned out his assent into the abyss that is orgasm. I could see the stream of cum shoot over his shoulder and land on the floor behind his head. He volleyed a few more ropes of cum on his chest before lying there exhausted. Gil collapsed on top of the coach, and then tenderly searched his mouth with his tongue. The kiss was passionate and not rushed, more love than threat, and certainly of fulfilled pleasure.

I had turned around the corner and proceeded shot my load all over the floor. The sights, the sounds, mixed with the smells of the locker room, pushed me over the edge. I stood there, gasping, shaking from the eruptive orgasm, eyes closed, trying to burn that scene into my memory. When I opened my eyes, I was staring into Tim's face. "Not shot man, looks like you really had to bust that nut!" Tim smiled, and walked away. I was red with embarrassment, and shame. Not only had I been caught, but by Tim. I could never look at him again I thought. I could I explain. I quickly put myself back together, and left the building.

The following day, I avoided Tim like the plague. I didn't meet his eyes, went the other way down the halls, anything to avoid him. I was embarrassed, and ashamed. I figured he would never see me the same way again. I was going into the locker room at the end of the day, and I purposely avoided Tim's locker area. I also tried to avoid Coach Jones too. Somehow I did not want him to know I had witnessed his little play with Gil, I am not sure why. I was putting some equipment away, when I hear Tim calling for me. I took a deep breath and walked over to where his locker was. He was sitting on the bench, still dressed in his uniform. "Did you call for me?" "Yeah stud, could you help me off with my uniform. I sprained my wrist at practice." "Sure, not a problem Tim", was all I could muster.

I straddled the bench in front him, and proceeded to help him off with his jersey. As close as I was to him, I could feel his hot breath on my stomach, and he attempted to help. I got jersey off, and laid that on the floor. I started to help with his shoulder pads. "Why don't we leave those for now, could you help with the cleats?" I just smiled back, and proceeded to untie his cleats, and take them off. I was starting to wonder why he needed my help, it didn't seem to me that the injury was that bad. But this did give me an excuse to be close to him. I was taking this all in and enjoying the intimacy. What I failed to notice was Tim's face. He sat back, and grinned. There was a look of contentment, of completion on his face. Little did I know what that was all about?

I started taking off Tim's sock, and feeling the hard muscled calves, the fine hairs trail across my fingers, was giving me a hard on. Not to mention his smell. Damn, but I loved the smell of a man who sweats. As I got closer to his feet, I must have tickled him, and he jerked. I was not prepared for that, and I fell backward onto him. We both lay prone on the bench, our eyes meeting. It was a brief moment, but there was a fire in his eyes, something I had not noticed before. I quickly recovered, and joked about his reflexes and how they were pretty good. He just smiled, and said they had to be to play the game so well. We both laughed. I then went to work the shoulder pads again, and this time he allowed me to pull them off. Again his hot breath was seeping through my tee shirt, and I my cock was straining against my jeans. As I lifted up, Tim needed to lean in and as he did so, I thought I felt him kiss my stomach. It was brief contact, but something nonetheless.

As he sat there bare chested, with only his uniform pants and pads still on, he was mesmerizing. The scent of his maleness was filling the air, and even if I tried I could not hide the erection in my jeans. He stared into my eyes, and then at my crotch. I followed his gaze, and blushed. "Nothing to be ashamed about man, we all get those". He smiled, and then asked me to help him off with the rest. By this time the rest of the team had already finished cleaning up and were leaving. None of them said much as they left, and the situation with Tim and I did not seem strange. Tim was standing up at this point, and was trying to undo the ties at the top of his pants. His wrist was just a bit too tender to work the strings well enough so I helped him undo the pants, and helped to pull the pads out. Once loosened, the pants came down easily.

There he was, standing in front of me in just his jock. I couldn't help but stare at the full package nestled within the fabric of that jock. His cock was hard, and straining against the mesh. I looked into his eyes. There was seriousness there. "Perhaps this is the view you like best" he said, and turned around. There, framed by the two elastic bands was the most beautiful ass I had ever seen. He turned to look back at me, his eyes were welcoming, his smile dazzling. "Go ahead Jimmy, do what you want."

"I have been waiting for weeks to catch you alone, but after yesterday I knew I couldn't wait much longer". I sat on the bench and just stared at those two glorious globes. I reached up and started to massage each one of those hard gluts, and feel the muscles respond to my touch. Tim relaxed, and allowed himself to feel the pleasure of my touch. Just as I had seen Coach do the day before, I began to lick, bite, and kiss that ass. To feel the warm flesh against my tender lips sent shivers down my spine. I needed to sniff the man's ass. To smell the deepest essence of whom this man was. Spreading his cheeks just slightly, I ran my nose up the crack of his hairy ass, and took a deep, satisfying breath. It was more than I could have imagined. The mix of sweat, musk, and his maleness was there. I couldn't help myself, spread his cheeks further apart, and began to run my tongue across, and into his pungent hole. He bent down to give me better access, and I buried my face in his butt.

I lapped at his hole, sending my pointed tongue as deep into that tunnel as I could reach. Tim moaned loudly as I feasted on his pucker. "OH FUCK! Jimmy I never knew it could feel so good!" He chanted as I kept up my cadence. I was in heaven. The vision that was Tim's ass was now my conquered territory. I was gone, and I had crossed a line within myself that felt right. I knew this was who I was, and this was the man I wanted. I pulled myself out of his ass, and turned him around. His full, stained, and wet jock pouch was at face level. I leaned in and began to suck on the fabric. I sucked on his ball sack through the webbing, and chewed up the shaft of his hard cock. I tasted piss, sweat, and yet again cum. It had been Tim's jock I found the other day. The taste was the same, and I understood. He left it for me as bait.

I took my head and pushed it further into his crotch. He ground his hips on my face, so that his hard cock was running across my face. I licked, suck, and chewed on any thing that came into my mouth. He then pulled my head away. He stared down into my eyes. There were no words spoken, he just bent down and kissed me. His ardent tongue found my mouth and forced its way in. I relented and gave myself over to the intrusion. The kiss was fire, it was passion, it was male. He then moved back, and again staring into my eyes, said, "Why don't you take off those clothes, and follow me?" I did as he asked and he led me to the shower room. He turned on the sprays at the far end on hot, and allowed a billow of steam to rise. He then stepped back to me, and embracing me, kissed me again.

Our hands found the landscapes of our bodies, explored the valleys and hills of the topography of the male form. He started to kiss and suck on my neck, this sent shivers down my spine. He moved down to my chest and sucked lovingly at my nipples. He then lifted my arms up and dove into my armpits with vengeance. He licked, he sucked, and he savored the flavor of my sweat. As he maneuvered down my torso, he got to his knees, and licked my cock. He tenderly licked the mushroom head of my hard cock, and then took it into his lips. My brain froze that moment in time. Tim was sucking my dick! The scene was surreal, and yet it felt as natural as breathing. Tim then took my shaft and swallowed as much as he could of my 10-inch cock. He went after my dick like a starving man. The only thing I could compare the sensations to was electricity.

I stood there in the middle of the steam and allowed Tim to take me, to make my body his for that time. He was moving down to my balls, and sucking each one into his mouth, and licking it. He was making love to me. I wanted to be there with him, to give him the same sensations, and so I got down on the floor with him. We positioned ourselves into a 69 position and we both went at each other. Mouths, cocks, balls, ass holes, it all was tasted, and savored. I started to push a finger into Tim's ass hole as I sucked his cock. He moaned and wiggled his ass, wanting more of my digit in him. I continued to suck his dick and as I did so, I would work more of my fingers into his hole. There was some tension there, but relaxation took over and soon I had three fingers up his wanting hole.

I devoured my cock, slicking it up, chocking on it. I knew what he wanted instinctively, and it was the same thing I did. All this time admiring the quarterback's ass, I wanted to fuck him. To feel my cock slide between those muscled cheeks, and feel the warmth of his inside. I wanted to feel him caress my shaft with his rectal muscles, to want me deep inside of him. Ultimately to shoot my load in his hole, and mark it as mine. Just as I had seen Gil do with Coach Jones, I positioned Tim on all fours. It was a beautiful sight to see that strong back arched, waiting for my assault. I spit on my cock, and lubed it up more. I positioned it at the entrance to his ass, and pushed. He gasp as the cock head, burst the barrier of his sphincter. Tim pushed back instinctively onto my cock. It may have been an intrusion, but it was a welcomed one. I allowed him to do what he needed to do, to feel comfortable. To allow him to open up, relax to accept my cock.

Tim then gave me the sign that he was ok, that he wanted it to go on. I started to slowly piston my cock in and out of his hole. I would pull my fully hard shaft out of his hole, only so far as to allow the head to remain inside. I would then push back into his ass, with one long stroke. I repeated this process until I could feel his hole give itself to me. I grabbed Tim by his hips and started to really get into motion. He moaned, he screamed, he demanded my assault on his ass. He wanted me deep inside his hole, to spread his hole, to fuck him. I did so with abandon. I don't know what came over me, but all I recall and a brutal fucking. I pounded his ass hole hard, fast and deep. I no longer worried about what he might be thinking of me. His hole felt so wonderful wrapped around my cock. I could tell by his reactions that he was enjoying. He would push back on me to make the strokes more intense.

I knew at this rate I would never last. I wanted to see his eyes as I punished his jock hole. I told him to get on his back and left his massive legs. I then repositioned my cock and drove it in. I could see him close his eyes tight, to call out, to scream of pleasure. I braced myself against his legs, and looked down at him. He stared back at me with such love, such desire that I almost lost it. I wanted this scene to live on forever. The locker room, the smells, the steam, and the man of my dreams were all one. I couldn't hold back and told him so. He looked at me and demanded that I drown his guts in sperm. That I breed him like any whore I might want.

I did so with pleasure. My cock expanded just a bit more, the tightness of my balls, signaled the eruption of cum, and I spit that river of juice into him. I yelled at the top of my lungs, the intensity was so great. He also yelled as he shot stream, after thick stream of cum on his chest. My legs felt week, my body tingling with electricity. I stayed within him for as long as I could. I could feel my cock start to deflate, and knew I had spent myself. I pulled out of him with a noisy plop. We both laughed. I moved down to him and stared into his eyes. Here was the quarterback of the football team, wet, exhausted, fucked, in the middle of the steamy locker room showers. What a sight. I kissed him passionately.

All of a sudden I hear noise, and jolt in surprise. Someone was still in the locker room. A body appeared through the veil of steam and it was Coach Jones. I froze for a minute, not knowing what to do. He looked at me, and then at Tim. He was silent, as if trying to think of what to say. He then smiled, and said, "It is about time you to got together." "I thought after yesterday and Jimmy here seeing me get fucked by Gil, it would be the perfect motivation." I was shocked. Tim said, "Yeah coach, Jimmy here shot such a wad yesterday on the floor, that I knew the time was right." Apparently I had been set up.

"How did you know?" I asked. They both looked at me with amazement. "Duh Jim, you drooled like a puppy from day one." It seemed they both recognized the same lust that burned in them, burning in me. That is why the towel boy position was offered. They figured sooner or later I would slip. Well we all had a good laugh at that. I didn't care at this point. All I knew was I was with the Jock of my Dreams.

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