Date: Fri, 7 Jul 2017 17:15:38 -0700
From: Spartan Johns <spartangayx@gmail.com>
Subject: Falling for John Ch.8

Thanks for the good times! Here's the last installment for Clay and
John. Enjoy, and as always, thanks for reading. - Spartan

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Falling for John Ch.8

Just over 2 1/2 years have passed since I gave John my virginity.

I'm in college now. Sticking with baseball landed me a scholarship at The
University of Miami and needing the money I took it. The school was great
and I adjusted to college life in no time. I shared my dorm room with
another guy on the baseball team, Cameron, who was a good roommate and an
even better teammate.

I was used to moving to new areas and meeting people all over again, but at
first this time was harder.

John and I had kept fucking ever since that weekend before my junior
year. Never routinely, but we would find a weekend here and there to spend
some "personal" time together. My addiction with him only grew over
time. When we were alone I couldn't keep my hands off him. Around Matt or
with others John would find discrete opportunities to flirt. The sexual
tension would drive me nuts, building until we got alone.

Boy did we have some sex. John showed me things about my body I never
imagined.  He was dominant. I'd fucked him a few times, and he gave a great
blowjay, but more often then not I was pleasuring myself with his mammoth
cock. He knew how much I enjoyed it, but never held it against me. Every
vein, inch, and glob of cum he gave me I took. My deep throating skills
only got better with time as did my ability to take him from behind, though
that was still a task.

Sex aside, spending all that time together makes you learn about a
person. John and I had got weirdly close. Knowing him as my bud's father
changed a long time ago.  I'm sure I know more about him then I do Matt. He
still had yet to come aware of us, not that we would ever tell him.

I hadn't talked with anyone about my experience either, not that I was
planning to. It was complicated. None of my friends would even remotely
understand, so I was stuck in my head. The last time I saw John was at the
start of summer when id come home. He had to leave the day after I got
there for work. When we did see each other it was around others, unable to
catch any alone time. As much as I wanted to text or call I didn't know
what to say. Either way, I missed him.

_

_

It was the end of March and my open weekend was coming up. From training to
passing classes, life was busy and I'd been looking forward to this. The
party crowd was always raging at this school and it was time to let
loose. Still, my geology professor seemed to think otherwise as he
continued to drawl on about who the fuck knows. 3pm couldn't come any
faster.

When it finally did I shot back to my dorm in no time. I'd already hit the
gym in the morning otherwise I wouldn't be able to get myself to go. Taking
off my shirt I grabbed a beer and started up Call Of Duty. Friday chill
time before the weekend was essential.

Another beer and 40 minutes later Cameron came back from his classes.

"Duuuuuuude you got the right idea," he said picking up a controller and
tossing his backpack on his bed. "So glad this week is over, this shit's
getting hard."

Cameron was a great guy. He reminded me of Matt, at least his humor so we
always had a good time. He was just a bit shorter than me with dark Italian
hair. Not the brightest guy but he knew how to turn up like a pro and he
was a great shortstop.  Fitting as he was the shortest on the team. He was
always bringing home girls and had a bit of a reputation at the school.

"Where we gonna go tonight man? If you want the frat down on 4th is doin
some costume thing. Or my bud Gabe is doin a birthday thing, the big rugby
guy we saw last week, he's fucking crazy hahaa," Cameron rambled, if you
had no weekend plans he was definitely your guy.

"Yeah im down, you gonna want the room tonight?" I asked already knowing
the answer.

"Please man, I know I owe ya but its been like forever," He whined, groping
his crotch.

"Bull shit! You had that blonde girl over again Tuesday."

"Oh yeah," he remembered laughing. "She was too much."

My phone buzzed in my pocket as he continued talking about needing to get
some action.

It was John, making me suddenly anxious.

"Hey bud, idk what you're doing this weekend but I'm in Miami till Monday
for work.  I should have hit you up sooner, sorry. I know it's been a
while, but if you want I'd really like to see you. If you have plans don't
worry. I just miss you. A lot."

An instant grin spread across my face as I hid the phone from Cameron.

My text tone went off again, "Let me know."

"You got some parties man?" He nodded towards my phone mid grenade toss.

"Kinda, haha," I said unable to think of any good excuse.

"Like a date? Will there be girls?" his interest increasing.

"Uhhhh not really," I ventured. "But you can for sure have the room
tonight."

"That's what I'm talkin bout!" He knocked me on the shoulder. "Hit me up if
you kids need a party."

I texted John back.  "Hell yeah. Miss you too."

*Buzz *

"Awesome, back a bag, give me a time and place where I can grab ya and ill
be there."

I grabbed my towel and headed to the shower, especially if I was gonna be
seeing John.

Holy fuck!

My Friday just got a whole lot better.

_

_

Wearing jeans, a black cap, and a blue tee I walked towards the Starbucks
at the edge of campus. It was just after 6pm. Growing more anxious I
clipped my backpack against my chest. I walked in and looked around. He was
in the corner; I could recognize his muscular back. He looked as if he'd
come straight from a work event, wearing slacks and a black dress
shirt. His hair looked shorter. I collected myself and walked up behind
him, leaning in.

"John John."

He jumped a little, spilling some coffee on the table.

"Hey! Damnit Clay," he smiled, his face a bit flushed. He looked me over
for a half a second before standing and pulling me into a hug, not
something we'd done often in public.

Any reserves I had faded as we embraced. He felt like I remembered him. Big
hands rubbed my back as I breathed in his familiar scent. I relaxed.

"Its good to see you," he whispered with his head over my shoulder.

"Same," I murmured squeezing him tighter.

We held for a beat, trying to make up for lost time.

"You wanna get outta here?" he suggested. "I got us a place up the coast
like 15 away."

Here I was again with John. If Matt had any idea where we were.

"That sounds awesome."

_ _


In no time we pulled up in front of a small beach condo. The stars were
already out, the air cooler and thinner than normal for Florida. We carried
bags inside, a bedroom and a big living room faced the beachfront, the
moonlit ocean waves not 100 feet away.

John flicked on some lights. We were kissing before our bags hit the
ground.

He slowly walked me up against the wall our hands all over each other,
stubble scratching my shaved face. He kneaded my butt with one big hand,
the other running over my chest and up my shirt.

I held his back, kissing his neck. He tasted so good. A hand snaked down
and grabbed his package.

"Mmmmmm," he moaned.

"You ready to have a fun weekend?" He kissed as I groped his slacks, I
could feel the old friend underneath.

"You know it," I affirmed.

He kissed me again, and walked over to his bag, taking off his already open
shirt in the process.

"Whatdda say we have some wine? We've got a private tub, throw this on, if
it can even fit hah. You've bulked since last," he said tossing me a white
and blue speedo with a wink.

"Thanks," I said pulling off my shirt and flexing a bit, "Ill grab some
towels."

I went to the bathroom and pulled on the speedo. The white looked awesome
against my tan skin but the fabric didn't cover my butt fully, in front a
few pubes showed above my bulge. Yeah, it didn't fit.

Looking in the mirror I saw how little I was wearing and remembered the man
waiting for me in the other room. If you'd asked me where I saw myself in
the future, it wouldn't have been here. Second guessing myself like this
wasn't uncommon, but tonight I didn't have the patience to care. I took a
piss and grabbed 2 towels before heading out.

"Back here," John hollered from the deck, music played from a speaker.

Coming around the glass door I saw he was already in the tub, leaned up
against the back corner, his big arms resting on top. A red blur below the
jets hinted at his suit.

"Get over here," John beckoned holding out a wine glass.

The water stung at first as I got in. Warm ripples and bubbles enveloped my
torso.

I sat next to him as we caught up. Works great, schools great. He asked
about my classes, the team, parties etc. He talked about some ads and
projects, but mostly the yard. Matt's got a girl who John doesn't like, but
he's pulling through the engineering program, so that's something.

"He'll drop her, it's Matt," I laughed.

"Ehhhhh I hope so," John chuckled, taking a swig, finishing his second
glass as I did the same.

He looked off towards the shore. You could hear only the bubbling jets and
the waves; his playlist had stopped.

He cleared his throat. "And how's that been? For you I meanÉDating."

Waves continued to break and jets bubbled.

I took a second before answering. "Ehh I don't know," I shrugged.

Truth was I hadn't actually been with anyone in some time. Last Fall I
slept with a girl from Delta Gamma but it was more of a drunk fuck than
anything. Even so, John was in my head the whole time.

He paused. "What do you mean?"

"Just kissing someone else reminds me of you. I don't think anyone's gonna
replace that," I said. "Which is scary enough for me."

He looked back at the ocean, his face softened and he sighed.

"I think I know what you mean."

He turned to me. Under the water his hand squeezed my thigh.

Our eyes met but neither of us said anything.

I seemed to find whatever I was looking for in them, causing me to smirk.

He grinned and pulled me into a kiss. But this one didn't break like
before. His hand rubbed my chest as blood rushed to my groin.

He felt my year older body while we made out, the time spent apart evident.

Loving kisses slowly turned to lust.

John stood, stepping back to the center of the tub.

Water cascaded off his chest and arms, running town his torso. I watched it
wash over his filled red speedo, dripping off the evident cock head. Below
the water rippled, beckoning me. I watched him run his hand through his
hair and wipe off his face.

I lowered down on my knees in front of him, the water level just under my
collarbone.

I looked past his mound and up into his eyes, entering a state of
submission that only he could bring out of me.

John grinned down at me, aware we'd both needed this moment for some
time. I kissed his soaked bulge, the feel of his expanding mass meeting my
mouth a welcome one.

He groaned, pushing forward as I kissed more. Holding my head to him he
gently humped the packed speedo into it, his manhood hardening, the suit
stood no chance.

An ache for his cock started in the back of my throat, more ready then ever
to have him fuck it again.

I bit his string to loosen his suit, his bulge pressing against my neck.

I pulled down his speedo under his balls. His godly cock flopped out, a
beast set free, hanging inches from my mouth. He let out a sigh of freedom
while my eyes gazed in hunger. Water dripped off the tip.

Grabbing the base I shook his cock feeling the weight and size. God he
drove me wild. I hit his cockhead around my lips, like a battering ram on
an already unlocked door causing moans of approval from above.

Unable to wait any longer I wrapped my mouth around his fat schlong.

"Ohhhh," he sighed.

As much as I wanted it I took my time working down his shaft, savoring each
veiny throbbing inch.

"There we go, just like that," he moaned, grazing his hand through my hair,
guiding more girth in.

I tugged on his heavy balls, pre-cum leaking out. Stroking his shaft I made
love to the juicy head squeezing out more.

His cock popped out, standing near full mast.  "Fuck, you taste so good."

He smiled, "You feel so good," walking backwards until he sat on the edge
of the tub, taking off his suit in the process. His big dick swung back and
forth, taunting me. I moved in between his legs as he settled in.

I stroked his towering cock as best I could with one hand while slurping
his balls.  Underwater I grabbed my own dick, more pumped than it had been
in months.

John sighed and leaned back against the wall around the tub, relaxing. His
validation was the best.

His big balls rolled in my mouth as he took hold of his tool and started
lobbing it on my forehead and cheek. Lost in the ecstasy of the moment I
hummed, my eyes barely able to see anything but his shaft.

"Yeaaah," he growled fully aware I was in heaven.

After a few more appreciated whacks he dragged his cock down over my
forehead pulling me off his balls.

`Throat it?" he seemed to ask with persuasive eyes.

I kissed his immense shaft.

He grinned and stuffed four inches back in. Breathing through my nose I
slowly took him into my throat, more ready then he probably was.

"Ohhh yeah, all the way," he encouraged, forcing my head onto the final two
fat inches.

"MMMmmph," I moaned, my nose suddenly in his wet pubes. My throat stretched
in pleasure as he leaned forward. I gagged, milking him.

"Fuck," he groaned.

He slowly pulled me off 8.5 inches, until the head, signaling to drive me
back down all 10 again. He worked my mouth like this a few more times
before holding me at the base, hips thrusting.

He'd only give me so much air before choking me again. But it was always
just enough and always worth it.

I surrendered to him as he fucked my face on his cock. I'd forgotten how
good it felt.  His loaded balls bumping against my addams apple,
foreshadowing the load I would soon receive. My eyes rolled back and I
coughed again, sliding him out of my throat.  His cock, lathered in my
spit, landed with a thwap on his stomach.

I caught my breath as I licked his shaft, looking up at him. My eyes were
watering.

John moaned and threw his head back. He wasn't a guy to talk much during
sex, always said more his with body.

I sucked on the tip as he fucked my hands with a need to blow like never
before.

His legs flexed and breathing increased, nearing orgasm. Preparing for the
final push I stuffed his giant manhood back into my hungry mouth.

He rose from sitting while holding me on his cock, fucking my face he
rumbled. His immense shaft pulsed and throbbed in my throat right on the
edge. I tugged on his full balls trying to coax out my gift.

He obliged.

"OHHHHHhhhh fuuuuuuuuuccckk."

Hot jizz blasted from his hose down my gullet as I tried not to gag. His
big legs shook as glob after glob overwhelmed my hunger.

I coughed up unable to take more as his hot load continued to land around
my mouth. Reeling from my own orgasm I moaned, his balls emptying on my
face.

I slurped him back down my throat, thankfully nursing out every last glob
of his cum.

John sighed, fucking my throat one last time. After a moment his triumphant
cock slid out.

"Wow."

He stood there, letting me have some much needed one on one time with his
manhood as it softened.

I massaged it down from the glorious giant it had just been. After a few
indulgent minutes I let his cock fall from my mouth, satisfied for the time
being.

"Thanks," he grinned. "That was exactly what I needed."

I shook his almost soft heavy package. "Oh yeah?" Looking as delicious as
ever. "Me too."

He growled and semi tackled me back into the tub, water splashed over the
edge.

"I love you Clay," he grinned.

I couldn't help but beam back, "I love you too."

_

While we toweled off the ocean waves continued to crash on the shore, the
moon having moved slightly in position.

With his arm over my shoulder we headed inside. The speedos left behind on
the deck like any doubts we'd had.

Later that night we made love, like only soul mates could.

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Thanks guys! That's the end. Hope you enjoyed reading the story as much as
I did writing it. "Falling for John" was the first experience I had writing
something like this and I'm really glad with how it turned out. Thanks for
the support and be sure to support Nifty for future stories Ð Spartan