Date: Tue, 28 Feb 2012 14:06:04 -0800 (PST)
From: Cosmic Charlie <cosmic709@yahoo.com>
Subject: Basketball Jock and Prof 5

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Basketball Jock and Prof, Part 5
Cosmic Charlie

Thanks for all the emails guys. As always, if you've got any ideas, I'd
love to hear of them. Many of the twists, turns, plunges, thrusts, and
poundings this story has taken were inspired by reader emails -
cosmic709@yahoo.com.

Last time: Mike played the best game of his life and racked up a
triple-double in points, assists, and rebounds. After the game he returned
to the Prof's house for some serious body worship. When the Prof. finished
cleaning every inch of Mike's body, Mike fucked him using the Prof's own
cum as lube.

Fair warning: This chapter contains a really brief piss scene at the end.

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I slid off of Mike's cock and lay face down on my bed, completely spent. As
my ass muscles relaxed I could feel Mike's cum running out of me and down
my balls. I felt like a total whore. In the meantime, Mike was texting
faster than I thought possible.

After a minute or two Mike said, "Round two starts in an hour. Let's go
into town and get a beer."

It was about one o'clock, so we had an hour before the bars closed. Mike
was not my student anymore, so I wasn't as concerned about being seen off
campus with him. We were close in age and it was a small town. It was not
outside the realm of possibility that we had become friends after my class
had finished. At least, that's the story I would have told if we had run
into anyone.

Mike drove me into town and took me to the local college bar - the
Tav. When we walked in, the place erupted in cheers for Mike. Immediately I
was playing second fiddle to my basketball god. Sorority girls of every
make and model came out of the woodwork and buzzed around Mike, pushing
their big tits into his body as they pretended to move past him.

"They all think I'm here looking for a lay." Mike said into my ear. "They
want my victory load inside of them. What do you think they'd say if they
knew it was already inside of you?"

I smiled at him. The way he was talking about fucking me while we were in
public was a total turn on. It was loud enough in the bar that no one could
hear him.  "I bet they'd be jealous." I said to him.

"None of these bitches would have done for me what you did. You deserved my
load." He laughed and hugged me around the shoulder. It was a pretty
affectionate move for Mike, but to the bystanders it probably just seemed
like manly camaraderie.

Mike and I had a beer. Every so often some drunk idiot would come up to
Mike and stammer something about the game. Mike was always nice. The chicks
continued to circle, but became less aggressive when Mike didn't show them
any attention. It sort of blew my mind. Mike could have anyone he wanted,
but he was sitting here with me.

"What are you thinking about?" Mike asked.

"This," I said, "I always wanted to be with a jock when I was in
college. Now I am."

"You're not with a jock." Mike replied. "You're with the jock." He glanced
down at his phone. "We should get going. I got a surprise for you."

We walked out of the bar and back to Mike's car. He drove us into the heart
of campus. As he drove, he reached over me and grabbed a parking permit out
of the glove box. We drove up to the basketball arena, but instead of
pulling into the front parking lot Mike drove around the back.

He parked near an unmarked door and we got out of the car. There was a
key-card entry and Mike swiped his ID to get us in.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"To the gym." he said. "Hey, you wanna see the locker-room?"

"Fuck yeah." I told him.

We walked down a nondescript hallway with painted cinder block walls until
we got to the back entrance to the locker-room. The door looked just like
any other door in the hallway. All that marked it off was a small sign that
said "Home Locker Room"

Again Mike's card gained us access, and we walked into the room. The team's
locker-room was nothing like the locker-room's I had known in high-school
and college. The floor was carpeted and the whole place was really nicely
furnished - like nicer than my house. The room was long and narrow, and
along the long walls there were cubbies and cabinets for each player. I
didn't see any lockers at all.

"This is it." Mike said.

"It's really nice." I replied.

"Other teams have nicer rooms. Ours is getting a little old. It works
though." Mike was walking through the room quickly. He did not want to
linger here, and I was not going to hold him back.

"This door goes out to the arena," he said motioning to one door. Then
pushing another door open, he said, "This one goes to the gym."

I sort of stood there looking stupid while taking everything in. Mike
looked at me and sternly said, "We're going to the gym." Not in a position
to argue, I followed him through the door.

The gym itself was nothing special. It looked like any number of the nicely
equipped gyms I'd been a member at over the years. Mike lead me through the
rows of lifting equipment to the back of the gym and a door marked
'Steam-room."

"Strip down." he ordered.

"Here?" I asked.

"Its the middle of the fucking night. What are you worried about?" he
asked.

He had a point. I pulled off my shirt and then my pants and shoes. Mike did
the same.

As Mike opened the door to the steam room, I was hit by a blast of hot and
moist air. As the steam cleared I looked in and saw a man on his knees in
the middle of the tiled floor. He was naked except for a blindfold over his
eyes and a black jock covering his junk. His body was perfect. Every single
muscle was visible and perfectly formed- as if he had been chiseled from
stone.

"You recognize him?" Mike asked.

I looked at the guy and tried to imagine his face without the
blindfold. Then it clicked.

"Logan." I said.

Mike nodded. "He belongs to a friend of mine, but he's ours for the
night. The guy is a total whore for cock. He'll do almost anything for
dick."

My dick, which had finally softened, was hard again. Logan played shortstop
on the university's baseball team. Baseball was a minor sport at the
school, but he was still a jock. I had had him in class last year. Even
then I could tell that he had a perfect body under the loose sweatshirts
that he liked to wear. When he leaned back in his chair his bulging pecs
stretched the fabric and when he walked, I could see the perfect V shape of
his torso underneath his shirts.

As I looked at Logan kneeling on the floor I realized how beautiful he
was. Mike was drop-dead gorgeous and handsome as hell. He was rugged and
masculine. Logan was almost pretty. He had a boyish face and short dark
blond hair. His skin was tanned and his nipples were small and erect. He
had some pit hair but his chest and washboard abs were smooth. Sweat ran
down his body. He was breathing heavily and looked pretty tense.

Mike walked up behind Logan and leaned down toward his face. He licked one
of Logan's ears and nibbled on his earlobe. Logan's whole body went
rigid. He looked a little scared. Mike growled in a low voice, "Do you know
who I am?"

Logan shook his head.

"It's Mike." A smile came across Logan's face, and he straightened out his
body to show off his muscles. He knew who Mike was and was excited. "I
brought a friend with me," Mike said.

Mike looked up at me, "Come over and play with him Prof."

I walked over to Logan. Mike stood behind him with both hands on his
shoulders. I ran my fingers through Logan's short blond hair and massaged
the back of his neck. I got down on my knees so that I could get a better
look at his body. His chest was perfectly formed and absolutely lean. Every
single muscle showed under his sweaty, glistening skin.

Logan was wearing a thin strap of what looked like black leather as a
blindfold and a black jockstrap. His dick was rock hard and stretched the
jock obscenely. I ran my hand up over his washboard abs and stopped at his
nipple. I tweaked it, at first gently and then hard. Logan gasped.

At that moment, a switch flicked in my head. Since meeting Mike I had
basically been his bitch. He'd fucked me, smashed my head into his balls,
fed me his cum, and made me lick every inch of his amazing body. I'd loved
every minute of it, but normally, before I was under Mike's spell, I was
more aggressive and dominant with my men. I was never as good at dominating
my bitches as Mike, but Mike was one of only a handful of men I'd let fuck
me.

Now, I had this slutty bitch in front of me and Mike was watching me. It
was my turn to show him what kind of man I could be - to show him that I
didn't always have to be the one on my knees.

I stood up in front of Logan. I put my hand on the back of his head and
shoved his face into my nasty balls. Over the course of the last few hours,
I'd worked up quite a sweat and my balls were sticky not just with my sweat
but also with Mike's dried up cum that had leaked out of my ass.

Logan didn't need any instructions. He immediately started to lick and suck
on my balls. I put both of my hands on his head and pushed him deeper into
my crotch. His tongue ran up under my balls toward my asshole, licking and
washing my taint. I started to grind my junk into his face.

I looked at Mike. He was smiling, almost laughing. "Hump his face,
Prof. Give the bitch what we wants."

"Oh fuck, Mike," I said, "This whore can't get enough of my balls."

"You think he can taste my cum on them?" Mike asked.

Before I could answer Logan nodded his head as best he could. Mike grabbed
my leg and lifted it up onto one of the wooden benches in the steam room.

"Go for his hole, slut. Eat my cum out of his ass." Mike commanded.

I started to slip on the tile, so I sat down on the bench and pulled my
legs up over my head. Logan's tongue drilled into me. His mouth was sucking
on my ass lips and his tongue was swirling around inside of me. I'd never
had my ass licked like this before. The guy was completely fixated on
eating me out.

Mike moved behind Logan and started to play with his asshole. He looked at
me, "I'm gonna get him ready for your dick, Prof. I wanna watch you drill
this slut hard."

Logan continued to eat out my ass, sending ripples of pleasure through my
body. I leaned forward and Logan naturally moved his mouth back to my
balls. I sat up and pushed my dick down against Logan's face. As it slid
across his face it left a trail of dog-water. He immediately took to
sucking it.

Logan was an expert cock sucker. He didn't need to be told what to do or
how to do it. He went to work on my dick like only a man who loves cock
can.

I looked over at Mike. He was spitting on Logan's ass and rubbing his
saliva into his hole. Mike's long fingers were pushing in and out of
Logan's shoot, doing what he could to lube Logan up a little.

Mike grabbed the back of Logan's head and Logan turned his face toward him,
mouth gaping and face shiny with dick slime and spit.

"We didn't bring any lube. Are you going to be able to take my friend's
cock?" Mike asked.

Logan nodded.

"Are you sure? It's probably going to hurt." While he asked the questions,
Mike continued to drill Logan's hole with his freehand.

"Please." Logan said.

"Please what?" Mike asked him, grinning at me.

"Please let your friend fuck me. I want his cock in my ass." Logan said.

I wouldn't have believed what I was hearing if I hadn't been there. Logan
was a stud. A hot, built, sexy stud. His magnetic sex appeal had girls
swarming around him all the time. I had noticed this when he was my
student, and I figured he spent most of his time screwing them. In reality
he was a submissive cock hound.

"Get back on my dick, slut." I said to him.

Mike howled with laughter and said, "He loves your dick, Prof."

"He's sucking it like it's the last dick on earth." I told him.

"His ass is begging for your cock. It's pulling on my fingers. He needs a
dick in him soon." Mike told me.

"This dude was born to service real men like you, Mike." I said.

"Like us, Prof." Mike replied, "Now get over here and fuck him hard. I want
to watch you drill his ass." Having said that, Mike pulled Logan's head off
of my dick and reached out and grabbed my cock. His strong hand felt
amazing on my rod and it jumped in his hand. He pulled me toward him.

I got behind Logan and Mike guided my dick toward his hole. As I pushed
against Logan's rosebud, there was some resistance. I'd never fucked a guy
raw like this, so I just kept pushing in, waiting for Logan's sphincter to
open up and take me. Suddenly, my dick slipped in. I figured Logan would
need a minute to get used to it, but he immediately pushed back and impaled
himself on my fuck pole.

Mike was behind me, pushing against my body. I could feel his dick
throbbing in the small of my back. He moved in close and whispered in my
ear, "Drill him for me, Prof."

I started to move in and out of Logan's ass. Pulling almost all the way out
and then pushing all the way back in. Logan was a well-trained slut, and
his ass lips were milking my cock, clamping down on it, as I worked my way
in and out of him.

Mike moved in front of Logan and put his crotch into Logan's face. Logan
licked around the base of his cock and sucked at his low-hanging
balls. Mike slapped his hard dick against the top of Logan's head, running
his slimy cock-head through Logan's hair.

I was drilling Logan doggy style, putting everything I had into fucking him
in order to try to impress Mike. Mike reached out and started to tweak my
nipples and play with my pecs. His hand came around the back of my neck and
pulled me toward him. I bent forward over Logan and lodged my dick deep in
his ass. I brought my face to Mike's.

Mike kissed me hard. His tongue invade my mouth and his whole face pressed
against mine. We made out for at least a minute, my dick deep in Logan's
ass and Mike's dick in Logan's mouth. As our kiss intensified, we were
basically licking each other's faces, necks, and ears. Mike starting to
nibble and bite on my neck and ear lobes, mixing pain with pleasure as we
made out.

I pulled away from the kiss and looked into Mike's eyes. Even with my dick
buried in Logan's ass all I wanted to do was to service Mike and worship
his body. His cock was what made me truly happy.

I grabbed Logan's head by his hair and jerked him off of Mike's cock. He
gasped for air, panting like a dog. I pushed him down to Mike's balls and
went to work on Mike's cock.

I dove down onto Mike's cock, letting him slip, almost effortlessly, into
my throat. My nose came into contact with his pubes and then pressed
against the firm, flat muscles at the top of his dick. The steam had left
Mike's body, hell all of our bodies, slick with perspiration and
water. Mike's pubes were damp and I could smell his sweat and the cum from
our sex marathon in them.

I slid back up his cock to catch my breath. With only his cock-head still
in my mouth, I ran my tongue around his corona, slipping into the folds of
his foreskin. I could taste his precum spilling out onto my tongue. I
nursed on his dick, sucking gently and inhaling his manly smells.

Logan had become a complete afterthought. He was still working Mike's balls
below me and licking up the spit and throat slime that dribbled onto Mike's
sac and his face. Mike's cock was my whole world and I had pretty much
given up on fucking Logan. He was still doing his best to impale himself on
my cock, writhing and pressing against my groin, but mostly he was keeping
my dick warm while I serviced Mike.

I looked down at the blindfolded slut below me. He was licking and slurping
like it was what he was made to do. The sheer nastiness of it all washed
over me. I looked up at Mike's solid body. His sexy frame seemed huge from
this angle. His pecs were like mountains and his shoulders seemed to
stretch all the way across the room.

As Mike made eye contact with me he grabbed my head and pulled it off his
dick. He pressed my face into his lightly furred abs. I licked at his
stomach and around his belly button. He grabbed my chin and turned my face
up toward him.

"Open." he commanded.

I opened my mouth. Mike spit right into it. I swallowed.

"Good boy." he said as he lightly slapped and then rubbed the side of my
face.

Mike pushed my body back into an upright position. He reached across
Logan's body and down toward my cock, which was still hard and buried in
Logan's ass.  He pressed his finger alongside my dick and into Logan's
hole.

"You think there's room in there for both of us?" he asked me.

"Fuck yeah." I said, "The slut can take us both."

Mike pulled Logan's face upward. "What do you think, cunt? Is there room in
your ass for both of us?"

For the first time that night, Logan seemed to hesitate. As he processed
what he was being asked to do, Mike slipped a finger into Logan's
mouth. Automatically, without any thought at all, Logan started to suck
Mike's index finger.

"Your pussy can take it. Don't you think?"

Logan nodded. He didn't seem thrilled by the prospect, but he nodded.

Mike pulled his finger out of Logan's mouth and pressed his cock head
against Logan's lips.

"Get it good and slick." Mike said, "Use your throat to really get it
slimy."

Logan took Mike's cock down to the base and started to gag on it. When he
pulled off a half a minute later, Mike's cock was coated with spit and
throat slime.

"Prof, you get under him." Mike told me.

Logan knew what to do. He straightened up against me, then used his round
ass to push me down to a seated position. He was riding my cock reverse
cowgirl. Then he spun around and leaned over me. Logan's asshole was now
facing Mike and his blindfolded, sweaty face was over mine.

"Take a deep breath and bear down." Mike said. He placed one hand on
Logan's ass and used the other to push his dick against mine. His cock felt
hard and hot against the sensitive skin of my cock. Mike started to push
into Logan's ass and suddenly everything got tighter. My cock was
compressed as Mike's slid into Logan's asshole. It was like my dick was
being hugged. Logan's soft ass muscles were on one side and Mike's hard
dick was on the other.

I looked at Logan's face. He looked serious, like he was processing what
was happening to him. As Mike worked his way in I could see the occasional
wave of pain pass over Logan's face. He whimpered, moaned, and gasped as
his anal canal was stretched and filled. Finally, Mike was all the way
in. His cock was a couple of inches deeper than I had gotten in. Mike
relaxed on top of Logan, which pushed Logan's sweaty body into mine. I
could feel his hard cock press against my abs.

Mike pushed Logan's head out of the way and kissed me hard and deep. His
cock was throbbing against mine inside of Logan's ass and his huge balls
rested on top of my scrotum. In a way, I felt like we were closer than we'd
ever been before.

"Let's fuck this bitch together, Prof." He said.

I nodded. I pulled out of Logan's ass a little and pushed back in. The
contrast between the top of my cock, which was sliding against the walls of
Logan's ass, and the bottom, which was sliding against Mike's steely dick,
was incredible. I had never felt anything like it before.

Mike started to drill Logan like it was going out of style. Logan started
moaning like a bitch. As Mike picked up the pace, Logan's moans got higher
and higher. Eventually he was just grunting as Mike long-dicked him. The
position my body was in prevented me from really giving it to
Logan. Instead, I let my body relax and took in the sensations that
surrounded me.

Mike's dick slid against mine, driving my own cock in and out of Logan's
ass. Logan's own dick was sliding against my abs and through the light
coating of hair that covered them. His sweaty body was sliding against
mine. The weight of the two bodies on top of me was intensely erotic.

Gazing up at Mike I saw a look of purely sexual and erotic pleasure on his
face. His lips were upturned in a slight grin and he had a look of
intensity as he fucked Logan's ass. His hair was damp and messy from the
sweat and steam. Perspiration glistened on his entire body.

"Oh Jesus," Mike started to mutter. "Oh fuck, man. I'm gonna dump my load
in this slut. Oh fuck." His babbling turned incoherent and his fucking
slowed down and became more methodical.

Suddenly his dick swelled up against mine. He drove all the way into
Logan's ass, pressing Logan's body hard into mine, then pulled out an inch
or two.

Mike started to shoot his load into Logan. I could feel the hot, sticky
wetness engulf my dick. Mike's load was being planted deep inside Logan's
guts and my dick was there to feel it. The wetness and warmth trickled down
around my dick head and slid along side my cock.

Mike hollered loudly. It was a sound of pure masculinity and animality. He
was a beast, a fucking male god, who just bred his bitch. His muscles were
pumped up and his skin shone as he rose to his feet and pulled his dick out
of Logan's ass.

As he pulled his dick out my dick came out with him. Mike's cum ran down my
shaft and dripped out of Logan's ass into my pubes.

"Clean that up, slut." he said.

I initially thought he was talking to me, and I made a move toward Mike's
dick. Mike grabbed me by the shoulder and laughed. "I want him." he pointed
at Logan, "to clean you up."

In a flash, Logan's face was in my crotch. He couldn't see where the cum
was, and he seemed to just be licking everything as a way to make sure he
did a good job. He started on my cock, then worked his tongue through my
pubes, eating all of Mike's cum.

I was close to cumming. My dick had been hard for close to an hour now. If
I had been able to move a little, I would have shot my load in Logan's ass
with Mike. Now, with Logan's mouth on my junk, I was getting really close.

Mike grabbed Logan by the hair and pushed him off of me. Logan fell back
onto the floor. He pretty much collapsed, completely used by us.

"Cum in my mouth," Mike said as he took my dick into his mouth.

Mike's dick sucking skills always amazed me. For a guy who spent so much
time telling dudes to suck his dick, he seemed well practiced at sucking
dick himself. He ran his tongue around my cock and pulled on my balls with
his one hand. With the other hand he rubbed my abs and chest. It only took
me a few seconds before I was ready to blow.

I shot probably the biggest load of my life into Mike's mouth. My cock
swelled, as I felt the semen shoot up through my urethra. Mike kept
sucking, but didn't swallow. Four, then five thick ropes of cum gathered in
his mouth.

My orgasm subsided, and I pulled my cock out of Mike's full mouth. Mike
walked over to Logan, who was still lying crumpled on the floor, and
lightly kicked him in the side. Logan quickly rose to his knees. Mike
tapped him on the side of the face and mumbled "Open" while trying to keep
my cum from spilling out of his mouth.

Logan opened his mouth obediently. With the blind fold on, he had no idea
what was coming. Mike swished my cum around in his mouth for a few seconds,
than spit the cum and saliva onto Logan's face. Mike had purposely spit so
that the cum sprayed all over Logan, and his face, hair, and neck were
dripping with the mess.

Mike grabbed Logan by the shoulder and pulled him to his feet. "Come on."
he told Logan. Then he looked at me, "You too." Mike's cock was jutting out
in front of him, bouncing up and down against his abs as he walked to the
door. We stepped out of the steam room and into the much cooler air in the
gym. The bright fluorescent lights were a shock to my eyes. It was like
leaving a movie theater and stepping out into the daylight.

Mike turned the corner into the showers. I followed. The showers were
basically a much nicer version of what I was used to in high-school and
college. The walls and floors were tiled and the room was lit by dim
light. Shower heads lined the walls of the large open space.

Mike pushed Logan up against one of the walls then pushed down on his
shoulder so he slid onto the floor.

"Wait there" Mike told him.

Then Mike turned to me. "Up against the wall, Prof." He said.

I quickly backed up against the wall and looked at Mike. He walked over to
me and slapped my face. The slap wasn't hard enough to hurt me, but it took
me by surprise.

"How the fuck am I supposed to fuck you like this?" Mike asked. He grabbed
my body and turned me around. He pushed my chest into the wall then used
his feet to separate my legs. He reached out and turned on the faucet. Warm
water poured over our bodies.

"I bet you always wanted to get fucked in the shower by a stud. Didn't
you?" Mike asked.

"Yes." I hissed.

"Tell me. Who was the first stud you fantasized about?" Mike was rubbing
his dick against my ass as he asked the question.

"A guy named Chris. We played hockey together. I was fifteen." I said.

"Did you watch him in the showers? Did you check him out after practice?"

"Yes." I said. I pushed my ass back against Mike's groin. "I watched him
everyday. I beat off thinking about him every night. I wanted him so bad."

Mike took a couple of pumps of soap from the dispenser near my head. He
reached down and started to lube up his cock.

"What did you want him to do to you?" Mike asked.

"Everything." I said.

Mike lined his dick up with my asshole and started to push in. "I'm going
fuck you hard, Prof. Brace yourself."

Mike pushed into me hard. He drove all the way in all at once. The soap was
a blessing and a curse. While it kept him from tearing my ass apart, it
burned like a son of a bitch. Mike started to fuck my ass in long, deep
strokes.

There was no way I could get a grip on the tiled floors, and Mike's quick,
hard thrusts pushed me into the wall. My dick pressed up against the cold
tile. Mike ran his hands up my chest to my nipples. He twisted them much
harder this time, and I groaned from the mix of pain and pleasure.

"C'mon Prof." Mike said, "You can take it, can't you."

The anal assault continued. Mike was not going to slow down. He shoved into
me with all of his strength and my hips smashed into the tiled wall. He let
go of my nipples and moved down to my cock. He started to jerk me off
roughly. His grip on my dick was firm and hard. His low hangers were
swinging into my balls as he pawed at my dick and pummeled my ass.

Slowly the pain and stinging in my ass subsided, and I started to get into
the fucking. Mike brought his mouth to my neck and started to kiss
it. Then, without warning, he bit down. Not hard enough to freak me out,
but definitely hard enough to leave a mark. He chuckled and then moaned or
growled into my ear.

"I'm gonna breed your ass. You ready for my sperm, Prof?" he asked.

"Fuck, yes. Shoot it into me." I said.

Mike picked up the pace and increased his manhandling of my dick. Mike had
never fucked me this hard before, and I was losing control.

"Oh fuck Mike, I'm gonna cum." I called out.

Mike didn't say anything, instead he bit down on my shoulder and focused on
pounding my hole. With each thrust he literally lifted me up off my
feet. As my orgasm took over, my body went limp in under Mike's control. I
shot my load all over the tile wall. My ass clamped down on Mike's dick.

"Here it is." he panted in my ear.

The thrusting stopped and Mike buried his cock deep into me. I felt the
throbbing of his dick as he unloaded inside of my guts. Mike whimpered and
moaned over my shoulder. The hot water streamed down our bodies.

After he finished cumming, Mike slumped into me. His arms came around me
and he hugged me tightly. His dick was softening and it soon slipped out of
my asshole. He squeezed me and then pulled away. I just sort of slid down
the wall and sat on the floor under the water.

Mike walked over to Logan. He grabbed him by the hair and pulled him over
to the place where I had cum.

"The Prof made a mess, slut. Clean it up." Mike pulled the blindfold off of
Logan so he could find the cum. It took a minute for Logan's eyes to adjust
to the light, but then he went for the load running down the wall. After he
was finished, he looked at me. I couldn't tell if he recognized me.

"Turn around." Mike said.

Logan turned toward him. "You wanna get off, slut?"

Logan nodded.

"Go for it." Mike said. Logan reached into the jock strap he was wearing
and pulled out his dick. As Logan jerked on his cock, Mike scooped what
remained of my load and his spit off of Logan's face and fed it to
him. Logan licked and sucked at Mike's fingers like they were a
dick. Within seconds, Logan shot three streams of cum up onto his perfectly
sculpted abs.

Mike took a step back. "Let me help you clean that off." He said.

I was still sitting on the floor. Before I knew what was happening, Mike
grabbed his dick and unleashed a torrent of piss. He aimed first at Logan's
torso, blasting the cum off his body, but then directed his stream at
Logan's face. Logan just sat there, letting the piss flow over his
face. Mike stood above us both. To me, he was just a stud marking his
territory. Part of me, just a small part, wished he was pissing on me. When
he finished, he reached down and pulled me to my feet.

He looked down at Logan, "I'm going to text Greg. He told me to tell you
that you better be clean when he gets here unless you want to get
punished." Then Mike looked at me, "Let's get out of here, Prof."

We walked back to the door of the steam room where we had ditched our
clothes and got dressed. As we left the athletics complex, another car
pulled up to the door. A man about my age stepped out of the car.

"He do a good job, Mike?" the man asked.

"He was awesome." Mike replied. "He's in there washing my piss off right
now."

"Glad it worked out. Good game tonight." the man said. He sort of waved at
me before walking into the building. The guy looked familiar, but I
couldn't tell where I knew him from.

Mike and I walked to his car. I was exhausted, and I collapsed into the
seat as Mike drove back to my house.  We said almost nothing on the way
home. Both of us were drinking in the situation and processing what had
just happened.

As we pulled onto my long driveway, Mike reached over and squeezed my dick
through my pants. "You really gave it to Logan. There's more to you than I
thought." he said.

I beamed back at him. I was really happy that he was pleased.

Mike pulled up to my garage. "You care if I stay here tonight?" he asked.

"Uh . ." I was at a loss for words. "No, you should stay Mike."

We went into the house and made for the bedroom. Mike stripped off his
clothes. "I sleep naked. That ok with you?" He laughed as he asked.

"I think I can handle it." I said.

Mike grabbed his cock. "You sure?" he asked.

"Well, I think I need a little while before I can handle that again." I
said.

Mike jumped into my bed. "I'll let you take a break."

I flipped off the lights and crawled into bed. Mike wrapped his arm around
me and we fell asleep.

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