Perry I: a jock ridden
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It was the last class of the Spring semester, we were just hanging out in
the classroom saying 'goodbye' and telling each other what we'd be
doing over the Summer when he walked in. He was probably 22, 6', 190
pounds and built like a quarterback; he was wearing cut-off track pants
and a white tank-top that stretched across his hard, pumped torso as it
revealed the busy curls of hair on his chest. He had come in with one of
my classmates who introduced him as her brother, Perry. He flashed an
All-American jock smile to the class, embarrassed at the attention, he
came across as a sweet, open, self-depricating guy. I couldn't believe
what I was feeling about this stud, I was actually getting hard. I knew my
classmate lived in the dorms and made a point of 'dropping by' after
class.

Well, in the dorms I was introduced to Perry and invited to a year-end
bash at somebody's apartment. He had changed into a white cotton shirt
that hung easily on his Herculean frame. He handed me a brown paper
bag full of beer and lead the way, "Come on buddy, it's party time."

Now I usually am not a party person let alone a frequent drinker, but with
some persistent encouragement from Perry (he was being pretty
chummy with all his sister's friends- male and female) I started pulling a
few beers. The party soon became a rowdy one, wall to wall people
dancing in a small apartment, letting out the tensions built over finals
week. Perry was in there whooping it up with the best of them, he was
obviously sloshed; he would grab anyone on the periphery of the dance
area and pull them in. He grabbed me off the couch and started gyrating
and bouncing his hip against me while he had an arm around my
shoulders. He was also dancing with some girl at the time so I didn't take
his actions to be much. But I admit it did get a raise from inside my
jeans being so close to his writhing, sweating bod. I quickly disengaged
when I found myself contemplating reaching out to touch him - all over. I
just sat back down on the couch and nursed a few more beers getting
nicely buzzed and surprised at the fantasies I was entertaining watching
Perry dancing with abandon.

I could feel my inhibitions slowly soughing off as the beer took over. I
saw Perry take a break from the dancing and head toward the bathroom.
By now, his brown hair was slicked to his head with sweat and his shirt
was open to his navel revealing the slabs of high pectorals covered in slick
licks of chest hair. I decided to 'look in' on him after he hadn't come back
in a while.

I found him kneeling over the toilet bowl, moaning softly, alone. Now was
my chance. I slipped into the bathroom and closed the door, locking it
behind my back. I stumbled over to where Perry was, knelt beside him
and put an arm companionably around his broad shoulders.

"You okay, Perry?' I asked

"I feel like throwing up but nothing's coming up." He mumbled this out
between slow moans and hiccups. He sounded pretty wasted.

I patted him on his back where is shirt was plastered with sweat to his
warm body and let my other hand run down behind him to the back of
his thighs, reaching under his cut-off track pants. I moved my hand up
and down along the inside of his thigh, feeling the curly hairs tickling the
palm of my hand. We just knelt like that for awhile, I half expected he'd
pull away but he just groaned softly and took deep breaths from the beer
sloshing about in him. After a bit, I moved my hand higher up his leg till
my fingers brushed the material of his jock strap. It was tight and
smooth, stretched by the slowly swelling member within it.

"Wh wh -what's that?' he slurred.
"Just trying to make you feel better. Relax."
"Uuuh" He was just moaning from the discomfort of not being able to
puke and I hoped from my tender ministrations too.

I was titillated by what I was actually daring to do to this guy. Even more
exciting was the anticipation of whether or not he was going to turn on
me and beat me up for feeling him up this way. I'd never dreamt I'd get
this close to a man as attractive as Perry, let alone get my hand up his
shorts.

Soon his dick was straining mightily against the jock strap and my
fingers had slid around the edge of the strap to roll his balls. They felt
like heavy, firm dumplings in his sweaty, hairy scrotum. Moaning deeply,
Perry turned about and sat down on the cool tiled floor with his back
against the toilet bowl. His eyes were lidded, the lips of his broad mouth
were parted and he was breathing raggedly through them. His head
lolled and I took this as license to go further. He looked so vulnerable, so
very, very sexy.

With my other hand I reached into his shirt, it had come completely
undone now. His hard body was still slick with sweat that gleamed in the
dim bathroom, my palms tingled gliding across his firm, tight pecs. I
caressed his chest, teasing his nipple through the thatch of chest hair.
Bending forward, I proceeded to lick his chest, breathing in his musky
odor. Tickled by his hairs in my nostrils, my mouth salivated at the salty
taste of his skin tight around the layers of muscle. I worked first his track
pants then his jock strap off, releasing his 12' pillar capped with a purple
mushroom head. Perry moaned again still in a semi-conscious stupor
and I answered with my own growl of animal anticipation.

I began to lick and nip at his erect nipples as my hands began to
aggressively work his testicles. I knew I was pushing it, I would pull and
squeeze his balls with gradual pressure till I felt a deep moan resonate
through his chest to my lips then ease off and repeated. I liked the idea
that this jock who could easily beat me to to a pulp was helpless in my
hands, that I was making him moan like a rutting bull, that I literally had
this stud by the balls made me faint with ecstasy. There was pre-cum
dripping thickly from the his piss-lips by now. I slicked it over the head of
his cock; gently oh so gently all over the ripe, plump head of his
manhood then I got my index finger sticky with it too. As I moved my
mouth down his washboard abdomen, taking playful tugs at his skin with
my teeth (this guy didn't have an ounce of fat under that tan), I wormed
my index finger to his hairy asshole. Taking his jawbreaker balls into my
mouth, I gently, very gently eased my finger into his hole. Slowly, he
relaxed enough for me to work my finger up his anus and I began to
slowing twirl it in small circles, working against the firm, feverish hot
flesh inside him. After an initial almost girlish gasp from my drowsing
Adonis (I truly thought of him as mine now) he lapsed into shallow drawn
breathes that synched with a gradual tensing of his whole hard body.

I ran my nose along his prick like I was smelling a good cigar. Teasing it
with my tongue I slicked Perry's cock, gliding along the underside,
feeling the veins and cords of tendons ripple beneath my taste buds.
With my other hand, I reached up and pinched his nipple hard between
my finger nails. Suddenly, his hands were on my head and I though I
was a goner, I thought he was going to crush my head like a melon
between his calloused palms. But he only began running his fingers
through my hair, massaging my scalp and neck as he took deeper
gasping breaths. I looked up and saw his eyes were closed, his mouth
agape in silent, agonizing pleasure and his nostrils flared to take in more
of the damp air of the tiny bathroom. I wondered if he was aware of just
who was working on him and decided I didn't care, there was time later
to turn him around but for now I was just feeding on this prime slab of
beef. His breathing became ragged enough to make his chest heave and
his diaphragm bellow causing his stomach to ripple and send rivulets of
sweat trickling down to the base of his penis.

I decided then that I had to do it now or never. I took his cock into my
mouth. Gently kissing the tip then taking more of the slicked, throbbing
head, then the thick shaft. I imagined that I was a boa-constrictor
unhinging my jaw to accommodate oversized prey. My tongue worked at
the underside of his cock, pushing it further down the back of my throat
and against the roof of my mouth. I starting sucking so hard, I thought I
was going to breathe his meat into me. His hand began to work more
frantically through my hair. I felt his whole body tensing. His sphincter
contracted rhythmically against my finger as I continued to finger fuck
and suck Perry.

Soon I felt more than heard his breath catch a few times and knew he
was going to come and come HARD. When it came, it was accompanied
by agonizing gasps from Perry's mouth and spurts of scalding cum into
my mouth as his strong fingers seized a double handful of my hair and
pulled; I gasped with tear stinging pain and took a wad of his juices down
my windpipe. As I coughed to clear it, Perry began thrusting his hips into
my face as he held my head nuzzled firmly in his matted pubic hair. His
anus contracted hard like a vice on my finger as his body tensed and
twitched with each wave of cum purging from his gonads. I was gulping
his semen as quickly as it was gushing so I wouldn't choke, at the same
time I was working my finger against each tightening of his asshole,
curling it slightly against the muscles in him. After many minutes Perry's
body began to relax and he let out a sound that was something between
a moan and whimper. His prick was still engorged with blood and ticking
slowly, the blood began to empty out as I continued to suck and squeeze
it in my hungry mouth. My finger slipped easily from his anus, it was
warm and began to smart as my blood ran back into it - Perry had some
muscles back there - I bet he never has a problem shifting a load when
he craps.

Perry's head was lolling back over the rim of the toilet seat, he was
pretty far gone from the experience, his body was slicker than when he'd
come in from the dancing. His breathing was already leveling out. I
looked up at him from the cold bathroom floor knowing I wanted him,
wanted to touch every part of him at once and almost screamed with
frustration knowing it was physically impossible. I began to realize that
I'd been painfully hard and unrelieved through his servicing, the front of
my jeans were dark with pre-cum. Didn't take me long to shuck my
clothes and sit astride Perry's lap. I reached around to bring his head up
to face me as I braced myself against his hard torso. My own dick was
stiff and upright between us, I hugged him closer so my cock was held
between our stomachs and my balls squeezed on top the base of his
penis. I felt the hairs on his belly tickle the underside of my cockhead
sending spasms through my whole body. I kissed him, working my
tongue into his unresisting mouth. I had enough of his cum still in my
mouth to slick the inside of his. I continued to hug my prick between us,
getting more stimulated but nowhere near shooting it off. I knew I
needed more.

I turned him over on his side, spread his tight ass checks apart and
working up saliva in my mouth, forced spit it into his asshole. Perry must
have been unconscious by now for he didn't make a sound except for his
even breathing. That was fine by me , I doubted he would let me do
what I was about to do if he was sober and awake. I guided my cock to
his hole and pushed firmly into it. It slipped in surprising smoothly, the
resistance only served as added pleasure at the wicked knowledge that
it would have had him screaming like a child had he been conscious of
the forced entry . It was tight and slick and hot inside him and he was
tight and slick and hot on the outside too. God, this was it! I reached
around and under his arms to take his nipples in my hand and hugged
him home onto my cock, my legs grappled around his. Building up a
mounting rhythm I tongued his ear and nibbled his lobes, one hand
again working his balls like Chinese medicine balls. My body felt like
amoeba undulating against its source of sustenance. A few minutes of
thrusting and I has home. Each spurt was accompanied with a cruel
thrust deeper into his ass. I had to bite on his his shoulder to keep from
crying out, I squeezed reflexively on his poor balls with one hand and
grabbed the slab of his pectoral in the other - for a moment it did feel
like I was touching every hew and sinew and fiber of his body at once,
hugging it firmly onto his massive frame down to the marrow of his
bones. My first sexual experience was nearly silent but totally
intoxicating. I almost slipped into the comfortable warm glaze that spun
from my groin but was very conscious of the fact that I did not want to be
caught asleep in this compromising position, I'd kept my secret longings
well enough that no one suspected. I wished for all the world though that
I could have the luxury of falling asleep hugging this beautiful bear of a
man in my arms gently tracing the lines of his sleek torso and rolling his
abused bollocks in my clammy hand. But I merely indulged in a few
moments of caressing his sleeping form against mine before I got up
and dressed. Then regretfully pulled on Perry's clothes back on his
splendid body. It was like wrapping up a present you really liked but your
parents wouldn't allow you to have and made you send back. I sat in the
dim bathroom, feeling the sweat dry with a chill on my body. The sounds
of the party drifted back into my awareness. With a final regretful kiss on
his lips and a squeeze on his manhood I went to the sink to wet a towel
to wake Perry. He was groggy and seemingly none the wiser.

"Come on man, you were out for a while. You'll be okay now. Come
back to the party."

"Uuuh- oh okay, thanks little buddy, you're a pal."

With that he staggered out of the bathroom and threw himself into the
dancers in the living room with abandon. I saw him leave not long after
with one of the girls from the dorms. She looked like the cat who'd
caught the canary slinking out on his arm. I watched them go, hoping
spitefully that when she'd got him under the covers he'd be too spent to
give her any victory tales to crow about. Not when I'd have to keep my
peace about my night with Perry. I hoped he was going to be around for
awhile and that I could get around to seeing him. It was a dangerous
thought to toy with but otherwise it was going to be a long Summer.


'to be continued