After a day of fishing and drinking a six-pack of beer between us that night, I was horny as hell. Skip wasn't exactly what you would call bright, and I had him buck-naked before he knew what hit him. I got him talking about the size of girl's tits and shit, then talked him into having a pissing contest. I took a leak before we started, because the one who pissed the lease had to suck the other one's cock - get it?
Not having pissed, Skip unbuttoned his fly, reached inside his white Jockeys, whipped out his thick piss-hard cock, and spewed a long stream of yellow liquid yards into the darkness. "Well, champ," I said, falling to my knees, "it's time for me to pay up. You won fair and square." He grinned a goofy grin and grunted, and I chowed down on his hard cock as if I had been doing it all my life. As he was bucking his hips and thrusting his rod down my throat, I pretended he was Brick.
After a couple of deep draws on his shaft, he unloaded into my mouth, making me gag and spit out his come. Not as stupid as I had thought, he said, "You cheated. I heard you take a piss before we started."
"So?" I said nonchalantly.
"Now ya have ta let me cornhole ya." I know it sounds dumb, but that's what butch guys used to call buttfucking.
"Take off your clothes and bend over," he ordered. I did, expecting the worst, but was quite surprised when Skip rimmed my virgin asshole.
Spreading my bubble butt apart with his big jock hands, he dived right in, tonguing my hairy crack and asshole. Man, it felt so fucking good having that hot tongue lap the inside of my juicy rectum; that alone could've made me come.
Continuing the thorough rimming of my ass, he took each one of my hard, round balls, put them into his hot mouth, and sucked them till I thought they would fall off. He seemed to enjoy eating my butt so much that I felt like I was missing something.
"Tell ya what, Skip," I said, panting. "You've been such a good sport about this, how about my eating out your hole in the name of sportsmanship?" He nodded and shucked off his jeans and white briefs. While he stopped to piss again and wasn't looking, I took his underpants and put them to my face, inhaling the raunchy but erotic smell of a day's worth of sweat and a young man in heat.
He took the piss from his 9 1/2-inch whopper, then walked over and planted his jock-butt in my face. I closed my eyes, stuck out my eager tongue, and plowed into his huge, round cheeks; his pungent, curly crack hairs tickled my nose, and his musky jock hole drove me insane.
My tongue must have reached his prostate, judging by the way he yelped and fisted his thick rod, shooting another wad. Oh, well, I thought, so I didn't get fucked. I was saving that honor for Brick, anyway.
Wrong! This come machine was still hard. "Get on all fours like a dog," he barked, spitting into his hand and slicking up his shaft. Reluctantly, I did as I was told, and before I could say "Jack Frost," he'd greased up my ass and plunged through my asshole like a hot knife going through warm butter.
"Beat your meat, and it won't hurt as bad," he cooed as he pumped me hard and fast. Grabbing my hard cock, I took his advice and throttled my rod, enjoying the pounding.
"Clamp your ass tight," he cried. I squeezed my sphincter with all my might, turning my face beet-red. He slapped my butt like the rump of a horse, and his hairy, sweaty, baseball-size nuts echoed the sound as I felt his hot juice fly up my canal and into my guts.
He reached around, his fist forming a tunnel around my inflamed cock, and jerked me off. The burning in my ass stopped, and I tingled all over as I blew my load onto the dewy grass.
He started the car, but I reached over and turned it off, saying, "You dumb fucker. I do want you. I did this to get back at you and Betty Ann." My hand fell to his hairy leg and eased up his white tennis shorts. He inhaled deeply, then leaned back, scooted down in his seat, and spread his legs.
The crickets' chirping and our heavy breathing filled the otherwise quiet summer night. Brick's cock twitched, and he sighed as I undid his shorts and shoved my hand inside his white briefs. I ran my hand around his hairy balls and up his hard shaft. He slid back the black vinyl bucket seat of his burgundy 1967 Mustang and ran his fingers through my short, golden blond hair as I swallowed his ten-inch cut cock whole.
"Let's get out of the car," he whispered. I jumped out, stripped, threw my shorts, my Top-Siders, and the remains of my shirt back into the front seat and walked around the car to meet my naked lover.
Instinctively, he bent over the hood and pulled up one leg, allowing me access to his puckered pink rosebud, surrounded with silky black hair. His saliva-slicked dick swelled ominously beneath him, threatening to explode as the tip of my hot tongue teased the wrinkled edges of his asshole.
"Fuck that hole with your tongue," he grunted as he pulled his cheeks apart so that I could forge deeper into his jock hole. After I'd reamed him out, leaving him wincing and writhing to the point of climax, he arched his back and blasted globs and globs of jism across the burgundy hood.
Watching him come and feeling high off the smell of his sweaty butt, I reached down to grab my rod. "Here, let me," he said, then gripped it, making goose bumps rise and my flesh tingle. My nuts hardened and tightened up into my scrotum, and I felt a warm sensation rise up from them, along my long shaft, and through my piss slit before spurting sticky sperm across Brick's meaty thighs and legs.
Hot and horny, we didn't stop there, devouring each other's hungry flesh. I bit and sucked at his neck, leaving purple passion marks, then chewed his rasinlike nipples, making him howl at the full moon.
About to peak again and hot with lust, Brick pushed me facedown over the hood, put his index finger to his mouth, wet it generously, then pried open my tight ass lips, shoving his finger in up to the knuckle. I whimpered as he rotated it and stretched my pulsing hole farther than Skip had.
His bare feet shuffled in the pine straw and dirt as he steadied his rock-hard whopper and pierced my assring; his big cut knob popped through, rendering me helpless. Placing his hands in the small of my back, he leaned forward, thrusting his ten inches all the way up my hot ass.
Drops of man sweat fell from him onto my back as he plugged me like a battering ram. His sweaty palms slipped and slid up and down my back, and he plunged ever deeper into my bunghole to rub against my sensitive prostate. My swollen cockhead dribbled precome from its dilated slit. I knew this couldn't last, but I prayed that it would.
Brick climbed upon the hood, and we slid across the well-waxed finish. In sync, we purred and hummed like the fine-tuned engine of his Mustang. He pulled out, rolled me over on my back, then jabbed his big rod back inside me. I wrapped my legs around his tight, muscular waist and churned my inflamed cock.
The vintage Mustang squeaked like rusty bedsprings as he pumped me into the twilight zone. "Almost there," he hissed, then groaned, "O-o-oh...shit!" His swollen member erupted with a vengeance, coating my raw hole with hot jock cream.
"Oh, yeah, yeah!" I yelped, squirting my long, glistening ribbons of come all over Brick's hard, hairless pecs and washboard stomach and dotting his silky black pubic bush.
He palmed the underside of my aching, spent cock, forcing out the last drops of cream while emptying his own cock by grinding it hard against my sore butt. We rested in each other's arms, pledged our undying affection by making love again, and watched the sun come up as we bathed in the park's pond, washing off the odor of sweat and sex.
"What the hell you staring at?" he demanded. I could swear that I saw an intent look of interest deep in his eyes, which he was barely able to hide.
My own eyes were wide open. "Man, you got some heavy-duty equipment," I answered, not caring what I said anymore. I had gotten him to this point. If it ended here, I would still be in heaven. Just seeing that enormous bulge in those shorts was enough to supply me with a year's worth of jack-off fantasies.
"What the hell do you mean? You sound like I'm some fucking pussy you just seen naked," he said, throwing his jeans onto the bar and slowly walking over to me. I watched his bulge swing with each step his hard, muscular legs took.
"Man, you're no fucking pussy, that's for sure." I kicked off my boots and stepped out of my jeans. Then I yanked my shirt off over my head. I was standing there in just my underpants.
Jake walked behind the bar. My eyes followed him every step of the way. Somehow he had gotten his jeans off without removing his construction boots. Man, did he look hot! The combination of his black T-shirt clinging to his hard back with those white Jockeys clinging to his tight ass and those butch-looking boots walking away from me was the stuff of wet dreams. His ass was prime, two firm mounds of white cotton with that dark haze running down the small of his back and into his shorts. What I wouldn't have given to go up behind him and run my hands down the inside of those shorts, slowly sliding them up and down those perfect hairy legs.
He opened up two more beers. When he came around from behind the bar and handed me mine, he had a wide grin on his face. "Man, you got a hard-on," he said, still grinning. "Just like when we were kids at Miller's. You were always running around with a boner in your shorts."
"Yeah, I guess I did, and I do now," I said, feeling embarrassed at not being able to hide my attraction for him. My cock was there for anyone to see, hard and poking out against my shorts. I could see a trace of wetness at the head. I pressed my hand on it and enjoyed the feeling, bringing my legs slightly together.
"Shit," Jake said, resting his hard ass against the pool table. "It's been so fucking long since I got laid, I probably can't even get it up anymore."
"I doubt that."
"I'm serious, man," he said. "Hell, I don't even bother jerking off, anymore."
"I bet you a beer that you _can_ get your dick hard," I said, getting even more excited at the thought of seeing the thick bulge that was staring up at me grow even larger. At this rate my shorts were gonna be soaked with all my precome seeping into them. My hand reached down instinctively to pet my throbbing cock, aching for release with this hot man.
Jake took a health slug from his can. He gave me a funny look, possibly remembering that night in the stockroom. By this time I was so fucking horny, I didn't even wait for him to take the bet. I stepped in front of him and looked at his rock-hard body leaning there so seductively. I knew that I was the first guy who had ever gotten him in this position. I was ready to break him in, too.
"You mean _you're_ gonna get my dick hard for me?" Jake asked, laughing and trying to act macho in front of me. There was no denying the anticipation behind his laughter.
"That's exactly what I'm gonna do," I said in a serious tone, to let him know this was the real thing. It wasn't like that night when I copped a feel; I was going all the way with him tonight.
Jake shifted slightly against the pool table and rubbed his hand across his crotch. "Give it your best shot, bud," he said, placing his can of beer on the table, leaning back, and resting his hands on the table by his sides. When he spread his thighs, his shorts stretched snugly across his hefty nuts, and my mouth watered at the thought of wrapping my lips around them.
I cupped my hand against the pouch of his shorts and squeezed gently. His cotton-covered nuts filled my entire palm. Jake leaned his head back and moaned deeply. The feeling of his body heat pulsating through his underwear was sending my brain into overdrive. I wanted to yank those shorts off his body, but I wanted to savor the anticipation of getting him down to wearing nothing. I slowly fingered the cloth and ran a finger just inside the leg of his shorts, feeling the swell of his nuts. I pressed my hand against his cock and discovered that Jake was right - it was soft. The moment my hand touched it, however, that piece of killer equipment started coming to life. The way it was filling those shorts up, I wondered if his Jockeys could handle the size of him without tearing apart at the seams.
I put my hands on his knees and slid down directly in front of that enormous bulge. I could see where his cock was beginning to wet his shorts in anticipation of my hungry mouth. Looking up at Jake, I could see him watching me, gripping the sides of the table firmly. I slid my tongue over the outline of his cock. Opening my mouth wide, I planted my lips over his dick, gently gnawing at it with my teeth through the fabric. I could feel Jake's body shivering.
I licked over every inch of that white cotton, going even beyond his balls as far back toward his ass as I could reach. Jake was moaning, spreading his thighs as far apart as he could and moving his body in rhythm with my mouth. I slurped my way down until I had his nuts in my mouth, breathing my hot air onto them. Grabbing Jake around his waist, I pulled his cock as far into his mouth as his briefs would allow me.
"Hey, Phil," Jake said between gasps, "I'm gonna shoot off if you keep that up." His voice never sounded so sexy. It had a rough, gravelly tone, almost like a smoker's voice.
""You sure got hard quick, didn't you?" I asked.
"Yeah," he answered in disbelief. "I can't believe it took a guy to do it, though."
I ran my fingers inside the waistband along his stomach, causing him to shiver again. When my fingers reached the rough patch of his pubic hair, I wanted to reach down and jack myself off against his legs, but I wanted to see him shoot his stuff first. Just thinking about all those months that had gone by since he had jacked off or fucked anyone got me excited, knowing that it was gonna be a load as huge as his cock.
I pushed my hand farther into his shorts, moving down along that rock-hard cock until I reached his ball sac.
"Oh, fuck," Jake moaned, writhing. "I don't know how much more of this I can take."
His balls felt like two soft, luscious handfuls of heaven. "How's that feel, Jake?"
"Great," he said roughly.
His cock was poking out of the top of his shorts, wet with precome. I continued playing with h is nuts and sucking his dick through the white cotton. He pushed his cock back into his shorts, making a pup tent for me to play with. I took his cock into my mouth and slowly fingered his balls, which were growing tighter with the load they were aching to release.
"Oh, fuck," he said again, yanking his shorts down and kicking them off.
I ran my tongue over his sweat-soaked nuts and all the way up his shaft to the head of his cock. When I reached the top, I took it all the way down my throat. Jake's legs began to quiver, and he started moaning. His hand gripped my head as my mouth worked up and down the meaty shaft of his dick. When I felt his cock starting to pulsate with the load that was coming, I released him from my mouth. I wanted to see his load splashing all over him and the floor. I went back to working on his tight, come-filled nuts with my mouth as my right hand continued to slide up and down his rigid shaft. His hands were gripping me harder, and his cock was thrusting like a bronco in my hand.
The first shot almost made me lost my own load. It went over my head and landed on the floor. I stopped sucking his nuts and concentrated on yanking his cock until it was empty. Jake was heaving himself up from the pool table while his cock was shooting huge strands of come all over my hands, chest, and underwear. I loved the feeling when a large glob of his juices hit me on the chest and ran down to the elastic band of my underwear.
"Man, I can't take anymore," Jake said, as my hand was still working his cock after it had completely emptied his nuts. "I never had it feel like that before. Shit!" he exclaimed, grinning down at me like a schoolboy. "I didn't think it could be this hot with a guy."
Not having pissed, Skip unbuttoned his fly, reached inside his white Jockeys, whipped out his thick piss-hard cock, and spewed a long stream of yellow liquid yards into the darkness. "Well, champ," I said, falling to my knees, "it's time for me to pay up. You won fair and square." He grinned a goofy grin and grunted, and I chowed down on his hard cock as if I had been doing it all my life. As he was bucking his hips and thrusting his rod down my throat, I pretended he was Brick.
After a couple of deep draws on his shaft, he unloaded into my mouth, making me gag and spit out his come. Not as stupid as I had thought, he said, "You cheated. I heard you take a piss before we started."
"So?" I said nonchalantly.
"Now ya have ta let me cornhole ya." I know it sounds dumb, but that's what butch guys used to call buttfucking.
"Take off your clothes and bend over," he ordered. I did, expecting the worst, but was quite surprised when Skip rimmed my virgin asshole.
Spreading my bubble butt apart with his big jock hands, he dived right in, tonguing my hairy crack and asshole. Man, it felt so fucking good having that hot tongue lap the inside of my juicy rectum; that alone could've made me come.
Continuing the thorough rimming of my ass, he took each one of my hard, round balls, put them into his hot mouth, and sucked them till I thought they would fall off. He seemed to enjoy eating my butt so much that I felt like I was missing something.
"Tell ya what, Skip," I said, panting. "You've been such a good sport about this, how about my eating out your hole in the name of sportsmanship?" He nodded and shucked off his jeans and white briefs. While he stopped to piss again and wasn't looking, I took his underpants and put them to my face, inhaling the raunchy but erotic smell of a day's worth of sweat and a young man in heat.
He took the piss from his 9 1/2-inch whopper, then walked over and planted his jock-butt in my face. I closed my eyes, stuck out my eager tongue, and plowed into his huge, round cheeks; his pungent, curly crack hairs tickled my nose, and his musky jock hole drove me insane.
My tongue must have reached his prostate, judging by the way he yelped and fisted his thick rod, shooting another wad. Oh, well, I thought, so I didn't get fucked. I was saving that honor for Brick, anyway.
Wrong! This come machine was still hard. "Get on all fours like a dog," he barked, spitting into his hand and slicking up his shaft. Reluctantly, I did as I was told, and before I could say "Jack Frost," he'd greased up my ass and plunged through my asshole like a hot knife going through warm butter.
"Beat your meat, and it won't hurt as bad," he cooed as he pumped me hard and fast. Grabbing my hard cock, I took his advice and throttled my rod, enjoying the pounding.
"Clamp your ass tight," he cried. I squeezed my sphincter with all my might, turning my face beet-red. He slapped my butt like the rump of a horse, and his hairy, sweaty, baseball-size nuts echoed the sound as I felt his hot juice fly up my canal and into my guts.
He reached around, his fist forming a tunnel around my inflamed cock, and jerked me off. The burning in my ass stopped, and I tingled all over as I blew my load onto the dewy grass.
He started the car, but I reached over and turned it off, saying, "You dumb fucker. I do want you. I did this to get back at you and Betty Ann." My hand fell to his hairy leg and eased up his white tennis shorts. He inhaled deeply, then leaned back, scooted down in his seat, and spread his legs.
The crickets' chirping and our heavy breathing filled the otherwise quiet summer night. Brick's cock twitched, and he sighed as I undid his shorts and shoved my hand inside his white briefs. I ran my hand around his hairy balls and up his hard shaft. He slid back the black vinyl bucket seat of his burgundy 1967 Mustang and ran his fingers through my short, golden blond hair as I swallowed his ten-inch cut cock whole.
"Let's get out of the car," he whispered. I jumped out, stripped, threw my shorts, my Top-Siders, and the remains of my shirt back into the front seat and walked around the car to meet my naked lover.
Instinctively, he bent over the hood and pulled up one leg, allowing me access to his puckered pink rosebud, surrounded with silky black hair. His saliva-slicked dick swelled ominously beneath him, threatening to explode as the tip of my hot tongue teased the wrinkled edges of his asshole.
"Fuck that hole with your tongue," he grunted as he pulled his cheeks apart so that I could forge deeper into his jock hole. After I'd reamed him out, leaving him wincing and writhing to the point of climax, he arched his back and blasted globs and globs of jism across the burgundy hood.
Watching him come and feeling high off the smell of his sweaty butt, I reached down to grab my rod. "Here, let me," he said, then gripped it, making goose bumps rise and my flesh tingle. My nuts hardened and tightened up into my scrotum, and I felt a warm sensation rise up from them, along my long shaft, and through my piss slit before spurting sticky sperm across Brick's meaty thighs and legs.
Hot and horny, we didn't stop there, devouring each other's hungry flesh. I bit and sucked at his neck, leaving purple passion marks, then chewed his rasinlike nipples, making him howl at the full moon.
About to peak again and hot with lust, Brick pushed me facedown over the hood, put his index finger to his mouth, wet it generously, then pried open my tight ass lips, shoving his finger in up to the knuckle. I whimpered as he rotated it and stretched my pulsing hole farther than Skip had.
His bare feet shuffled in the pine straw and dirt as he steadied his rock-hard whopper and pierced my assring; his big cut knob popped through, rendering me helpless. Placing his hands in the small of my back, he leaned forward, thrusting his ten inches all the way up my hot ass.
Drops of man sweat fell from him onto my back as he plugged me like a battering ram. His sweaty palms slipped and slid up and down my back, and he plunged ever deeper into my bunghole to rub against my sensitive prostate. My swollen cockhead dribbled precome from its dilated slit. I knew this couldn't last, but I prayed that it would.
Brick climbed upon the hood, and we slid across the well-waxed finish. In sync, we purred and hummed like the fine-tuned engine of his Mustang. He pulled out, rolled me over on my back, then jabbed his big rod back inside me. I wrapped my legs around his tight, muscular waist and churned my inflamed cock.
The vintage Mustang squeaked like rusty bedsprings as he pumped me into the twilight zone. "Almost there," he hissed, then groaned, "O-o-oh...shit!" His swollen member erupted with a vengeance, coating my raw hole with hot jock cream.
"Oh, yeah, yeah!" I yelped, squirting my long, glistening ribbons of come all over Brick's hard, hairless pecs and washboard stomach and dotting his silky black pubic bush.
He palmed the underside of my aching, spent cock, forcing out the last drops of cream while emptying his own cock by grinding it hard against my sore butt. We rested in each other's arms, pledged our undying affection by making love again, and watched the sun come up as we bathed in the park's pond, washing off the odor of sweat and sex.
"What the hell you staring at?" he demanded. I could swear that I saw an intent look of interest deep in his eyes, which he was barely able to hide.
My own eyes were wide open. "Man, you got some heavy-duty equipment," I answered, not caring what I said anymore. I had gotten him to this point. If it ended here, I would still be in heaven. Just seeing that enormous bulge in those shorts was enough to supply me with a year's worth of jack-off fantasies.
"What the hell do you mean? You sound like I'm some fucking pussy you just seen naked," he said, throwing his jeans onto the bar and slowly walking over to me. I watched his bulge swing with each step his hard, muscular legs took.
"Man, you're no fucking pussy, that's for sure." I kicked off my boots and stepped out of my jeans. Then I yanked my shirt off over my head. I was standing there in just my underpants.
Jake walked behind the bar. My eyes followed him every step of the way. Somehow he had gotten his jeans off without removing his construction boots. Man, did he look hot! The combination of his black T-shirt clinging to his hard back with those white Jockeys clinging to his tight ass and those butch-looking boots walking away from me was the stuff of wet dreams. His ass was prime, two firm mounds of white cotton with that dark haze running down the small of his back and into his shorts. What I wouldn't have given to go up behind him and run my hands down the inside of those shorts, slowly sliding them up and down those perfect hairy legs.
He opened up two more beers. When he came around from behind the bar and handed me mine, he had a wide grin on his face. "Man, you got a hard-on," he said, still grinning. "Just like when we were kids at Miller's. You were always running around with a boner in your shorts."
"Yeah, I guess I did, and I do now," I said, feeling embarrassed at not being able to hide my attraction for him. My cock was there for anyone to see, hard and poking out against my shorts. I could see a trace of wetness at the head. I pressed my hand on it and enjoyed the feeling, bringing my legs slightly together.
"Shit," Jake said, resting his hard ass against the pool table. "It's been so fucking long since I got laid, I probably can't even get it up anymore."
"I doubt that."
"I'm serious, man," he said. "Hell, I don't even bother jerking off, anymore."
"I bet you a beer that you _can_ get your dick hard," I said, getting even more excited at the thought of seeing the thick bulge that was staring up at me grow even larger. At this rate my shorts were gonna be soaked with all my precome seeping into them. My hand reached down instinctively to pet my throbbing cock, aching for release with this hot man.
Jake took a health slug from his can. He gave me a funny look, possibly remembering that night in the stockroom. By this time I was so fucking horny, I didn't even wait for him to take the bet. I stepped in front of him and looked at his rock-hard body leaning there so seductively. I knew that I was the first guy who had ever gotten him in this position. I was ready to break him in, too.
"You mean _you're_ gonna get my dick hard for me?" Jake asked, laughing and trying to act macho in front of me. There was no denying the anticipation behind his laughter.
"That's exactly what I'm gonna do," I said in a serious tone, to let him know this was the real thing. It wasn't like that night when I copped a feel; I was going all the way with him tonight.
Jake shifted slightly against the pool table and rubbed his hand across his crotch. "Give it your best shot, bud," he said, placing his can of beer on the table, leaning back, and resting his hands on the table by his sides. When he spread his thighs, his shorts stretched snugly across his hefty nuts, and my mouth watered at the thought of wrapping my lips around them.
I cupped my hand against the pouch of his shorts and squeezed gently. His cotton-covered nuts filled my entire palm. Jake leaned his head back and moaned deeply. The feeling of his body heat pulsating through his underwear was sending my brain into overdrive. I wanted to yank those shorts off his body, but I wanted to savor the anticipation of getting him down to wearing nothing. I slowly fingered the cloth and ran a finger just inside the leg of his shorts, feeling the swell of his nuts. I pressed my hand against his cock and discovered that Jake was right - it was soft. The moment my hand touched it, however, that piece of killer equipment started coming to life. The way it was filling those shorts up, I wondered if his Jockeys could handle the size of him without tearing apart at the seams.
I put my hands on his knees and slid down directly in front of that enormous bulge. I could see where his cock was beginning to wet his shorts in anticipation of my hungry mouth. Looking up at Jake, I could see him watching me, gripping the sides of the table firmly. I slid my tongue over the outline of his cock. Opening my mouth wide, I planted my lips over his dick, gently gnawing at it with my teeth through the fabric. I could feel Jake's body shivering.
I licked over every inch of that white cotton, going even beyond his balls as far back toward his ass as I could reach. Jake was moaning, spreading his thighs as far apart as he could and moving his body in rhythm with my mouth. I slurped my way down until I had his nuts in my mouth, breathing my hot air onto them. Grabbing Jake around his waist, I pulled his cock as far into his mouth as his briefs would allow me.
"Hey, Phil," Jake said between gasps, "I'm gonna shoot off if you keep that up." His voice never sounded so sexy. It had a rough, gravelly tone, almost like a smoker's voice.
""You sure got hard quick, didn't you?" I asked.
"Yeah," he answered in disbelief. "I can't believe it took a guy to do it, though."
I ran my fingers inside the waistband along his stomach, causing him to shiver again. When my fingers reached the rough patch of his pubic hair, I wanted to reach down and jack myself off against his legs, but I wanted to see him shoot his stuff first. Just thinking about all those months that had gone by since he had jacked off or fucked anyone got me excited, knowing that it was gonna be a load as huge as his cock.
I pushed my hand farther into his shorts, moving down along that rock-hard cock until I reached his ball sac.
"Oh, fuck," Jake moaned, writhing. "I don't know how much more of this I can take."
His balls felt like two soft, luscious handfuls of heaven. "How's that feel, Jake?"
"Great," he said roughly.
His cock was poking out of the top of his shorts, wet with precome. I continued playing with h is nuts and sucking his dick through the white cotton. He pushed his cock back into his shorts, making a pup tent for me to play with. I took his cock into my mouth and slowly fingered his balls, which were growing tighter with the load they were aching to release.
"Oh, fuck," he said again, yanking his shorts down and kicking them off.
I ran my tongue over his sweat-soaked nuts and all the way up his shaft to the head of his cock. When I reached the top, I took it all the way down my throat. Jake's legs began to quiver, and he started moaning. His hand gripped my head as my mouth worked up and down the meaty shaft of his dick. When I felt his cock starting to pulsate with the load that was coming, I released him from my mouth. I wanted to see his load splashing all over him and the floor. I went back to working on his tight, come-filled nuts with my mouth as my right hand continued to slide up and down his rigid shaft. His hands were gripping me harder, and his cock was thrusting like a bronco in my hand.
The first shot almost made me lost my own load. It went over my head and landed on the floor. I stopped sucking his nuts and concentrated on yanking his cock until it was empty. Jake was heaving himself up from the pool table while his cock was shooting huge strands of come all over my hands, chest, and underwear. I loved the feeling when a large glob of his juices hit me on the chest and ran down to the elastic band of my underwear.
"Man, I can't take anymore," Jake said, as my hand was still working his cock after it had completely emptied his nuts. "I never had it feel like that before. Shit!" he exclaimed, grinning down at me like a schoolboy. "I didn't think it could be this hot with a guy."
