Date: Fri, 18 Jan 2019 22:57:57 +0700
From: Dinno <spacebanana28@gmail.com>
Subject: Rockhill State Jocks - Part 7

This is a fictional story based on my fantasies. This story contains sexual
activity between 2 (or more) males, so if you find this offensive or if you
are under the legal age limit in your country, DO NOT read this story. The
characters, places, and events in this story are the products of my
imagination and not based on any real life events or experiences, so any
similarities are purely coincidental.

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Days have passed since my 'work-out session' with Luke. I still can't
believe what happened. Luke, the most manly guy I know - someone I describe
as an alpha male - was submitting himself to me - a small fucking pathetic
nerd - Obeying all my commands without even questioning. Never in my life
would've I thought that behind all his big muscle and gruff, homophobic
attitude, that he is actually gay. Let alone someone who is a submissive to
a smaller, weaker man.

After that event, I was actually hoping that Luke would change his attitude
towards me. I mean, I fucking know his deepest, darkest secret at this
point. But it was all just hope, if anything, his attitude became more
brutally dismissive. At first, he avoided me by spending a lot his of time
in his friends' suite. After a couple of days he was back to his normal
self, instead of bullying me verbally, now he also did it physically. He
pushed me or tripped me until I fell to the ground a lot of times. I
remember reading an article about a case like Luke. According to the
article, a lot of closeted gay men are actually homophobic because they are
actually in denial with themselves. A lot of factors contribute to this,
but mostly because of the environment in which they live. I was kind of
understanding Luke's dilemma: A star football player, from a small town,
and probably raised in a traditional conservative family. If he
acknowledged what happened and was nice to me, he would be admitting to
himself that he is what he was raised to hate - A faggot.

Suddenly, I heard a loud creek as my door swung open. I immediately got up
from my bed to see who was entering. It was Randall. And damn! He was
looking so fucking good! He was wearing a black leather jacket with very
tight blue jeans. His jeans were so tight I could even see the outline of
his fucking cock!

"Hey Alex," Randall greeted me by flashing his white teeth creating a grin
like a small kid - 'Why is he so fucking cute?' I wondered.

"You have a big fancy camera right?" he asked me. I couldn't help but
looking down at his crotch. Damn!

"Yeah, why?" I answered, finally looking up at him. He was inquiring about
the DSLR camera that I has never really been used ever since I got here.

"Can you take some pictures of me? I just got my new gear and uniform." He
said excitedly.

I never saw this stud in his uniform before. It was an offer I couldn't
resist. "Okay, sure. Right now?"

"Yeah. You're not busy right?"

I shook my head. "No."

"Excellent! Let's go to my room!"

I grabbed my camera and followed Randall to his room. It was pretty
exciting since I never have set foot inside Randall's room before. For some
reason, he never invited me and always had his door closed.

I followed him to the corridor and he stopped right in front of his
door."First of all, I'm sorry if my room is a little bit messy," Randall
said to me as he grabbed his door knob and swung it open.

'A little bit' was definitely a major understatement. Awful smell of sweat
and trash hit my nostrils as I stepped inside his room. His room was a huge
mess. Empty soda cans, pizza boxes on his desk, an overflowing trash can,
and scattered dirty clothes was what I saw upon scanning the room. I always
thought that Randall was a clean and hygienic person. Boy, I was wrong. His
room was like a war-zone.

"Again, sorry about the mess." Randall said as he grabbed a can of air
freshener and began spraying every single inch of his room with it. He
grabbed all the trash to put it in the trash can outside.

"Well, it's not the dirtiest room I've been in" I said, completing a white
lie, as I sat on his bed.

Looking to my right I discovered the source of the sweaty odor. Sat beside
the bed I sat on was his open equipment bag containing his lacrosse
gear. From where I sat, I could see his helmet and gloves inside of it. The
longer I sat there, the stronger the smell invading my nose.

Randall saw me looking at his equipment bag, and asked "I just finished
practice. Ever play lacrosse before?"

"No." I answered. "I never played any sports before."

"Of course. I should've guessed from your amazingly athletic body!" Randall
said sarcastically. We both chuckled.

I glanced again at the sweaty, freshly worn lacrosse gear besides me and
gently rubbed my crotch. 'Why does the sweaty odor turning me on so much?'
I wondered to myself.

"So, I want you to take photo of me in my gear and uniform. I want high
quality pictures for my instagram." Randall said as he locked his door.

"O.. Okay"

Then, unexpectedly, he began to undress right in front of me. After what
happened between us a couple of days ago, I shouldn't think he had any
reason to be embarrassed.

He started with his leather jacket, unzipping it slowly. Randall revealed
his sweaty smooth muscular body. Apparently he hadn't worn anything
underneath that jacket all this time. The sight of his bare body with the
unzip leather jacket made my mind crazy. He looked really cool. Quietly, I
grabbed my camera and snapped a couple pictures without him knowing.

Then, unbuttoning his jeans, he yanked them down in one quick move along
with his tight under armour compression shorts.

The now familiar sight of his huge, but soft prick greeted me. This fine
specimen is finally naked. Didn't want to miss the moment, I grabbed my
camera again to get some pictures of his smooth muscular body. But before I
could do it, he turned to me and saw me pointing the camera at him.

Instead of getting mad at me for wanting to take his picture, he flashed me
a smile before he grabbed the base of his cock and started jerking it a
couple of times.

I gulped. It looked so big even when soft!

After that, he gave me a glance and began walking towards me. I could see
his big cock swinging as he walked - hypnotizing me. I gulped again.

He stopped right in front of me with his cock right across from my face. A
familiar smell of his manly musk hit my nostril. Without realizing, I took
a deep whiff. 'This might be what heaven smells like!' I thought to myself.

"I'm going to change to my uniform here. I hope you don't mind." Randall
said to me winking, as he took one step to the side, and grabbed his opened
equipment bag.

He brought out all his gear and equipment from the bag. Helmet, shoulder
pads, jersey and all the other things. I took a sniff as I could smell the
room becoming more and more pungent with Randall's sweaty odor.

Then, Randall brought out the things that made my heart stop - His cup and
jockstrap. They look so worn out. His white cup was turning yellow and the
pouch of his jockstrap was filled with small holes. I wondered how long had
he been wearing these things?

"Why do you have so much equipment? You're just throwing a ball with a
stick." I started conversation as he put on his jockstrap. I just thought a
conversation would make this less awkward for me. To be honest, I was
pretty disappointed. I was really hoping he would stay naked for a little
bit longer.

"The ball is pretty heavy though." Randall answered as he tossed me the
white ball. I caught it successfully with both of my hands.

"Damn! I thought this was plastic." It's true, but before this I thought
lacrosse ball was made out of plastic.

"No. It's rubber. Hard rubber." Randall stressed the point.

"I still think the equipment is excessive though" I tossed the ball back at
him, which he caught it with one hand.

"Excessive? Have you been hit by a lacrosse ball before?"

"Come on. does it hurt that bad?"

"You know what? I want you to try it. Here, wear this and this." Randall
said to me as he grabbed his shoulder pads and helmet and gave them to
me. Unsurprisingly, both the helmet and shoulder pads were still wet and
warm from the practice he just completed.

At this point, I was really excited. The thought of wearing Randall's warm
freshly used shoulder pads and helmet made my mind go crazy. My cock also
got more excited and started to twitch a couple times. Seeing Randall
naked; smelling his manly smell; now wearing his freshly worn equipment, It
couldn't get any better than that!

I didn't want to waste the opportunity. I want to fully feel the warmth and
wetness of his shoulder pads around my body. An idea popped into my head.

"Gah! This is wet. I think I'm gonna take my clothes off." I announced to
him as I started to take off my shirt.

"Yeah go ahead." Randall said as he grabbed and slid his worn out cup into
his jockstrap, which i thought was not really necessary for the
photo. "Sorry, I didn't really wear anything underneath those pads. It's
soaking all my sweat."

'Just the way I fucking like it!' I thought to myself.

As soon as I put the pads on, I could feel the dampness around my chest and
back. I rubbed my hard cock as the sweat from the pads was dampening my
skin. I was secretly hoping his testosterone and all his manly juice
absorbed into my skin.

Next, the helmet. Noticing that Randall was still focused with his other
equipment, I decided to take a deep whiff inside his helmet. I smiled as a
strong familiar smell hit my nose.

I put it on after I was satisfied, feeling the sweat-soaked helmet covering
my head.

"You done?" He asked, still busy with his equipment.

"Yeah." I answered. He suddenly turned back to face me, holding 2 lacrosse
balls in his hand.

"I'm going to throw this to you so you could feel the sensation." he
explained.

"Pfftt... Go ahead, It's not going to be that - OUCH!" He threw one of the
lacrosse ball without warning and I screamed as it hit me on the left side
of my chest. He definitely threw it with all of his energy. It hurt as
hell.

"It doesn't hurt, huh?" Randall said a mocking voice, before he threw
another lacrosse ball to me.

"OUCH!" I yelled again, this time the ball hits the middle of my
chest. "Okay! It hurts!" I said as i rubbed my pad covered chest.

"Imagine being hit with that ball without the protector." Randall said as
he walked towards me slowly. I could see he was checking me out, scanning
me from head to toe and back to my head.

He stood right in front of me, flashing a big grin. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." I answered.

Then, he slid his right hand inside the pads, touching my bare chest which
was also sweat-soaked because of his pads. He explored my smooth chest with
a light touch of his palm as his fingers dance on my sensitive skin. I
shuddered.

After exploring my entire chest for a moment, he moved his hand to the left
side of my chest.

"Did the ball hit you here? Does it still hurt?" He asked as he carressed
my left pec with his palm and played my nipple with his finger. At this
point, I could feel his left hand exploring my ass, gently squeezing it.

"N-No." I said nervously. I could feel waves of pleasure flowing through my
body. 'Why is he doing this?' I thought to myself.

"Are you sure?" He asked me again as he gently pinched my nipple with his
fingers. His left hand was continuing with some action. After giving my
asscheek another squeeze, he put his fingers in my ass crack, sliding it up
and down. My body jolted in response: I could feel my cock was twitch;
releasing fresh pre-cum; and making my shorts a little wet.

"Y-Yes, R-Randall." I answered him, stammered, overwhelmed by the
pleasurable sensation.

Then, he gave me another smile and stopped what he was doing, pulling his
hand from my chest and ass.

I let out a sigh. He saw it and gave me another grin.

'Shit! Is this another game?' I thought to myself, remembering the 'game'
he played on me at the restaurant.

"Let's get started then. I'm gonna need my shoulder pads and helmet back."
Randall said as he turned his attention back to his lacrosse equipment. I
quickly took off the chest pads and the helmet, giving the inside of the
helmet another deep whiff before I returned it to him.

I put my shirt back on and did some configuration on my camera as he
started to wear his gear, transforming himself into a proper lacrosse
player. Of course, I glanced at him every now and then. He was standing
with his back facing me but i was 100% sure he knew that I watched him
because he continued to tease me in the process.

First, he put on his black arm pads and shoulder pads. After he finished
putting them on, he flexed his arms, showing his massive biceps. Next were
his knee pads, socks, and shoes: instead of putting it on while sitting
down, he dresses standing up. The bending of his body exposed his ass for
me to see. Since he was wearing a jockstrap, I could see his pink, juicy
chute nice and clean. twitching a couple times, his anus was asking for
attention. At this point, I was sweating and my heart was beating fast.

Done with the leg gear, He put on his shorts, his baggy jersey, helmet, and
lastly his gloves.

"I'm done." He said as he turned around, facing me, already transformed
into a sexy lacrosse player. I didn't know why I was really turned on with
man in sports gear or uniform. It was just they look so badass and
manly. Looked like they are ready for anything.

"Alex?" Randall said, snapping his fingers, waking me out of my
reverie. All this time I've been staring at him without even blinking like
a fucking fool.

"Oh, Shit. Sorry." I said to him as I shook my head. Again, he was grinning
like a little kid. He must already know that I was thirsty for him.

"Let's get started then!"

"Where do you want to do it?" I asked him while getting up from the bed,
continued configuring my camera.

"Here is fine." Randall answered.

"Here? You Sure? I mean we can go outside or to the stadium so you can have
good backround."

"It's fine Alex. There's a lot of people outside."

"Since when do you care about people?" Randall was the goofiest in the
group. He was never embarassed doing stupid stuff in front of other people,
so it didn't make sense that he was 'embarassed'.

"I just... I don't know... Let's just do it here."

"Okay." I finally gave in. "The lighting is not going to be good though."

"That's fine." He said as he grabbed his lacrosse stick.

"Stand over there, please." I directed him to stand facing the window, so I
could have enough light.

For the next 10 minutes, I was taking pictures of him doing various
pose. Him holding his helmet, him holding his stick with both of his hands,
and all kind of other generic athlethic poses. It feels like I was taking
pictures for a high school year book photo. Throughtout the 10 minutes, I
also couldn't stop admiring him. He looked so manly and badass in his
uniform, my ideal 'knight in shining armor'. At that point, I was taking
pictures of him while trying to hide my hard-on which was sprouting in my
shorts. Let me tell you, it was really hard to do.

"I think it's enough." He said as he approached me. "Can I look at the
photos?" As he stood behind me, he wrapped his arms around my neck,
sticking his body to mine. I could feel the warmth of his body.

I could smell his familiar manly smell again, only this time, it was more
pungent. His sweaty body combined with his sweat-soaked gear and uniform
made the smell stronger. And my cock was responding to the aromatic
sensation.

As I showed him the pictures one by one, he continued his 'game' of
tease. First, he moved his arms so both of his hands were right by my
nipples. Then, he rubbed the nipples with his fingers, playing with them
again. Rubbing the nipples gently, over time the gentle rub turned into a
gentle pinch. Waves of pleasure filled my body again. My heart continues to
increase and my breath became short. Randall knew what he was doing and he
was loving every minutes of it.

Secondly, not being satisfied with my nipples, he decided to rubbed his
crotch against my ass. His huge cock was covered by a cup, but the
sensation was still overwhelming. Not only rubbing it, he also tried to
push it between my crack a couple times. All this happened as he
interracted like nothing was happening. All the rubbing and pinching was
making my mind go crazy! The pleasure was overstimulating causing me not to
be able to utter a word. I would just nod or shake my head as a response to
his questions. My eyes were rolling to the back of my head.

"It's amazing! You're really good at this." Randall said as he detached
himself from me, stopping his action, which was dissapointing. I had wished
for him to never stop.

"Is it okay if we take another picture? This time for my tinder."

"O-Okay..." It would be stupid if I say 'no'. After what he'd just done to
me, I couldn't say 'no'.

"Bitches love athletes! I just need to be more sexy though, so that nobody
would swipe left." Randall said as he took off his jersey, revealing his
smooth muscular body. His chest was filled the shoulder pads very nicely
and his hard 8-pack was exposed, looking delicious as always.

"But let's take a break first. I'm gonna get some water, do you want some?"
He added as he tossed his jersey and gloves to the bed.

"Y-Yeah, sure." I answered as I took a seat at the edge of his bed.

"Okay. Be right back." He smiled and immediately ran to the kitchen.

"Fuuuccckk." I whispered to myself, throwing my body back onto his bed.

I just laid there with both of my hands covering my face. The memories of
what Randall did to me flooded my brain and my still hard cock started to
twitched again. If his goal was to tease the shit out of me, he definitely
succeeded.

"You okay, bud?" I got up as soon as I heard his voice. He was standing in
front of the door, holding 2 cups of water.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Here you go." He extended his right arm to give me the cup. But before I
could grab it, he let go of the cup; making it fall and spill the water
into my lap.

"OH MY GOD!" Randall yelled as he put the other cup on the table near the
bed. "I'm so sorry, Alex." He ran to grab a towel from the back of his
door.

I looked down to my lap and saw the water making the front of my shirt and
pants wet. Since I was wearing white shorts without underwear, the water
was making the fabric translucent, exposing my rock-hard cock for Randall
to see.

I quickly took off my shirt and Randall rapidly grabbed the towel to
immediately kneel and spot dry the effected area over my crotch trying to
making it dry.

"It's okay. I'll dry you off," he said as he continously was rubbing my
crotch. He was causing my cock to remain hard.

"R-Randall... N-" I tried to stop him but he kept on going. He rubbed my
crotch so attentively I could feel the pleasure wave coming back.

He suddenly stop and ran to his closet. He searched the closet for some
time, until finally, he grabbed a white jockstrap.

"This is my little bro jockstrap, I think It's the only thing I have that
fits you." He said as he showed it to me.

"No, Randall I-" Just as I was about to tell him that I can get clothes
from my room, which only 10 steps away from his, he cut me off.

"You should change so you don't get cold." He said, cutting me off, waving
the jockstrap in front of me.

He grabbed my arms to pull me up. Unexpectedly he knelt in front of me,
"I'll help you change, okay? Just relax, Alex."

Without hesitation, he pulled my shorts down which allowed my hard cock to
spring for him to see without any obstruction. Then, he reached out for the
towel again to gently wipe my cock and balls.

He continued to thoroughly dry my cock and balls to the point that he
pulled my cock down so my cockhead was facing him. My cock throbbed as soon
as his big bare hand was touching it. There, was no way he could deny
having felt the throb. His face was really close to the cockhead, I could
feel his warm breath grazing against my cock.

I couldn't believe what was happening. I looked down at him. The sight was
so fucking arousing. A big muscular man - in his lacrosse gear, was playing
with my cock. My cock throbbed again at the sight, this time a small drop
of precum oozed from my piss slit. Like it was nothing weird to him, he
just scooped it with his finger, then wiped it clean with the towel. Fuck!
what a sight to behold.

After moments of caring for my cock, he stopped. He left me with a huge
erection. I couldn't handle it anymore. Deciding to touch my cock, I
reached only to have him grab my hand and place the jockstrap in it. "It's
done. Now you wear this and let's continue the photoshoot." He said as he
gave me another dirty grin. This was definitely part of his plan.

I was really horny at this point. My cock was as hard as a steel. I could
see my cockhead turning purple, aching to be touched again. Not wanting
this to end, I allowed Randall to continue to tease me and to make me feel
good. I didn't know what Randall had in store for me, but I was really
looking forward to it.

I quickly put on the jockstrap, so I didn't touch my cock and cum
accidentaly. The jock fits me pretty well. Since I got a big boner and the
fabric of the jock was pretty thin, the outline of my cock was pretty
visible. But at this point, I didn't really care anymore.

Randall was already in pose. "You ready?"

I nodded.

The next 15 minutes was probably the horniest 15 minutes I've ever been
through. First, he was posing in his gear, but over time, he took off his
gear one by one, starting with the shorts, then his arm pads, knee pads,
shoulder pads, until eventually he was only in his used sweaty jockstrap. I
couldn't help but gulp everytime he took off a piece of his equipment. He
was slowly stripping in front of me and it was one of the hottest things
I've ever witnessed. It was like a photoshoot for a porn magazine.

I was so horny and only focused on him at the time, I didn't really notice
my surrounding. Just as I took the last picture, I accidentally slipped on
a piece of plastic on the floor.

*THUD*

I fell backward. My camera went flying from my hand. My head hit the desk
behind me. On the desk, was a bottle which tipped: spilling it's contents
of a thick, brown, liquid all over my torso and crotch.

"OH MY GOD!" Randall screamed.

In genuine horror, a panic expression appeared on his face. This was
definitely not part of his plan.

"OH MY GOD! ARE YOU OKAY?" He was racing down to where I lay dazed,
concerned for my wellbeing. "ALEX?"

Still shocked, I didn't respond.

"ALEX!" He screamed again.

"Y-Yeah, I- I'm fine." I finally spoke. A sigh of relief came out of his
mouth. "Is my camera okay?"

Randall quickly picked up my camera from the floor and inspected it
carefully. "Not even a single scratch."

"Ho- Why did you fall?" He asked as he put my camera on the desk. The
concern could still be heard in his voice.

"I slipped on that little piece of plastic, then gravity take over. Gravity
sucks!" I said, half joking.

"Gravity? Sucks? Are you kidding? Sandra Bullock and George Clooney are
terrific in that movie!" Randall said, joking too.

We both chuckled.

"What the fuck is this thing?" I asked as I scooped the thick fluid from my
chest.

"Oh, it's syrup. My uncle made that. It's supposed to be organic so it's
healthy and shit." He explained. "You need help?" He asked as he extended
his right hand to help me.

I gladly accept and grabbed his hand as he pulled me back up. "Thanks."

"Are you sure you are okay? Do you want me to take you to the clinic?" He
asked as he carefully inspected me.

"Don't worry, I'm okay." I answered, scratching the back of my head.

"This is so fucking sticky." I said as I rubbed my syrup-coated body. "What
is this made out of?"

Randall just chuckled. "Honestly, I don't know." Then, he scooped a little
bit of the syrup from my right nipple with this finger and put it in his
mouth. "But it's delicious as fuck."

"I guess I should take a shower then."

"Unfortunately, it's going to stick with you for a long time."

"What do you mean?"

"Even if you shower 3 times, the syrup will not completely washed away. It
will still make your body sticky as hell." He explained. "There's something
that can make it completely go away tho."

"What is it?"

"Spit."

"Spit?"

"Yeah, look." He spit on his own hand and rubbed his hand against my
syrup-covered shoulder. He was right, it was completely going away as soon
as he rubbed it. I touched it and it didn't feel sticky at all.

"So, I should cover my body with spit?" I asked, confused.

"No, I have a better idea." Randall got closer to lean into my body and
suddenly gave my right pec a gentle lick.

He licked it slowly, moving his head down until eventually his tongue met
my nipple. Then, instead of a gentle lick, he started to lap it like a
hungry dog. Familiar wave of pleasure hits me again and lust was filling my
brain. My cock was starting to rise.

He was 'cleaning' my nipple for quite some time. Not just giving it a
tongue bath, he also sucked the nipple and played with it using his
teeth. Having a pretty sensitive nipple, I was overwhelmed by the sensation
he was giving me. I just closed my eyes, while my mouth was open, trying
hard not to let out a moan.

After thoroughly 'cleaning' it, he moved on to my other nipple, licking all
over the middle part of my chest in the process. Just like he did with my
right nipple, he hungrily lapped at it, dancing his tongue over my hard
nipple. Sweat was beginning to form as my eyes were rolling back. I was in
heaven. Fuck, he was good with his tongue!

Then, he moved again, down to my stomach where he gave it a slow lick. His
tongue flickered gently all over my skin, scooping all the syrup like some
sort of cleaning machine. Lust was all that was left in my brain at this
point. I couldn't focus on anything except for the pleasure he created.

I was defeated. He had succeeded. At this point I couldn't hold it
anymore. "O-oohh, Randall." The moan escaped from my mouth. I finally gave
in. I decided to let my hands do some exploring of their own as well:
caressing his sweaty muscular back; feeling how strong and big it was; as
his tongue continue exploring my stomach.

He finally reached my jock-covered crotch after licking my stomach top to
bottom with no area going unexplored. He immediately pulled the jock down
and let it fall to the floor, revealing my hard cock once again. Since the
area was covered with only a little bit of syrup on it, which passed
through the pores of the soft meshed jockstrap, Randall performed what had
become his ritual.

Even though it was not really dirty, he was still commited in 'cleaning'
it. Since my thigh region is the dirtiest area, he began there. Starting at
my outer thigh, he licked the syrup off it all the way up to my hips. He
repeated his process over and over again. Moving a little bit closer to my
inner thigh with each lick.

"Mmmmm oohhhhh..." I moaned non-stop as electrifying sensation his tongue
bring filled my entire body. The sensation was getting stronger and
stronger after each lick.

Then, his attention moved to my rock hard cock. He was inspecting it
intensely. Just looking at it for a while. At this time, my cock was as
hard as an iron spear, pointing up. Precum was constantly flowing from my
piss-slit, leaving a string of it dangling from the tip. Randall was just
staring at it, like he was confused. After a moment, he shook his head, and
let his tongue out. He moved his face closer towards my cock, but as his
tongue was about to touch my cock head, he backed up. Then, he opened his
mouth wide. Again, he got closer and as he was about to put my hard
throbbing cock into his mouth was then he turned his face away. Suddenly,
the realization hit me. He never sucked cock before.

"I-It's o-okay, Randall. Y-you don't have to." I said to him even though I
really wanted to be sucked by this stud.

He looked up at me, and a smile formed on his face. As he kept looking at
my face, he stuck his tongue out again. This time, he actually did lapped
at my cock.

"OOOHHHHH..." I let out a loud moan as his warm wet tongue was polishing my
cock head. He even scooped the precum from my piss-slit, making it clean
again.

He moved on to my shaft, where he licked it very slowly, tracing his tongue
from the base all the way to the tip. As his tongue reached the tip of my
cock, he opened his mouth to completely devour my cock.

"OH FUCK RANDALL!" I screamed as his warm mouth was engulfing my cock.

He was still commited to his 'cleaning' duty, swirling his tongue all over
the cock over-and-over again as he bobbed his head back-and-forth.

Without realizing, I began to thrust my hips, causing my cock to drive into
his mouth, as deep as possible. My body was shaking; sweat ran all over my
body; and my breath was becoming shorter and shorter. It felt like lust was
taking over me and I couldn't control my body anymore.

As he felt my body became more tense, his tongue was becoming wilder and
crazier.

"OH... NO... NO... RANDALL... I'M GOING TO..."

Just as I was about to reach the point of no return, he did something
evil. He withdrew his head from my cock, stopping the stimulation, not
letting me cum.

"OH SHIT! SHIT! RANDALL! NO NO NO! DON'T DO THIS TO ME!" I screamed in
frustration at him. I bucking my hip back and forth, humping the air.

"It's already clean." He looked up to me, flashing a big grin.

It was really driving me crazy. Since I couldn't hold it anymore, I tried
to jerk it with my hand. But before I could reach my cock, he grabbed both
of my arms.

"Don't touch it, It's still wet." Randall said as he held my wrists
tightly.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" I yelled as I continued to hump the air. It felt like
my brain wanted to explode. My body was squirming non-stop and I kept
begging Randall to let me cum. But he just kneeled, holding my wrists,
doing nothing.

After a while upon calming down, I regained control of myself again, and he
let go of my wrists. "Don't touch it okay? I already cleaned it and your
hands are dirty." He said to me as pointed at my throbbing cock. "Now turn
around."

He turned me around so that now my back was facing him. I looked into the
mirror at my left and saw that there was actually a lot of syrup around my
lower back and my ass. "Now let's continue."

He grabbed my hip, and continued his duty, beginning at my lower back. He
ran his tongue again all over it before eventually moving to my ass.

He gave my right asscheek a couple of gentle lick before he suddenly got
up.

Just like with my thigh, he started off at the side of my asscheek; gliding
his tongue from the bottom to the top; before slowly licking his way back
into my crack. He did this to both of my asscheeks and he was clearly
enjoying what he was doing. He was performing the cleansing with
passion. doing it so passionately. I looked at the mirror and saw his 8.5
inches hard dong slipping out from his jockstrap. I gulped.

After he was done with my asscheek, his attention turned to my crack.

"Now, the last area," he said as he pushed my cheeks open, exposing my pink
cunt. I could feel his warm breath against my hole, making it twitch
non-stop.

"There's a lot of syrup in here," as he stated as he inspected my
hole. Then, he dived into my hole with his nose and took a deep
breath. "Hmm. Smells really sweet. Definitely a lot of syrup."

He then proceeded to lick my hole really slowly. Tasting the combination of
sweat and syrup there as he savored the flavor. Gradually his lick became
faster and faster. His tongue was dancing and swirling all over my
crack. It was one of the most amazing things I've ever experienced! He
definitely knew what he was doing.

After he was satisfied, he moved his attention to my aching 'cunt'. He
shoved his head into my ass again; swirled his tongue around the rim before
eventually stabbing into my anus with his tongue. I immidiately jumped as
soon as his tongue invaded my asshole.

"Seems like a lot of syrup inside, so I need to clean it out thoroughly."
He stopped for moment and explained to me before eventually shoving his
tongue into my ass again. This was definitely a lie.

He continued to dig deeper. Shoving his tongue as far as he could. Then, he
eventually started to move his tongue like crazy, slurping my 'cunt'
hungrily. Fuck, he was really good with his tongue!

"OOHH RANDALL!" I was weak. I never felt anything like this before.

After a while, he stopped.

"Now let's see if it's really clean," he said as I felt a big finger poking
at my aching hole. "It's gonna hurt a little." He added as he slowly
inserting his big middle finger into my ass. He proceeded to push deeper
and deeper until eventually my hole was swallowing his entire middle
finger.

"Hmmm, feels sticky in here." He said before he pulled his finger out. I
looked at mirror on my left and saw him putting his middle finger into his
mouth. He sucked his finger as he closed his eyes, enjoying the
taste. "Mmmm. Fucking sweet. Definitely not clean enough. Still have a lot
of syrup inside."

"Ah yes Randall, I can feel the syrup deep inside. " Lust has taken over my
mind. I couldn't think straight anymore.

"My tongue can't get deeper unfortunately."

"Oohh Please Randall. Please help me clean my ass. I don't want it to feel
sticky inside. Please!" At this point, I just wanted him to make me feel
good. To bring back all the pleasure he gave me before.

"Well, I do have a solution." He said as he stood up, I looked at the
mirror again and saw him spitting in his hand and rubbed it all over his
hard 8.5 inches prick. I smiled at the sight.

"Get down on all four." He commanded. Without hesitation, I immediately
dropped to the floor.

"You ready?" He said as continued to jerk his cock and covering it with his
own spit.

I just nodded, couldn't say anything, overwhelmed with anticipation.

Then, I felt the tip of his prick touching the edge of my tight mancunt,
making it twitched crazily. "Ready for some deep cleaning?"

I nodded again.

He slowly slid his prick into my ass, making it stretched. My sphincter was
twitching non-stop, clenching his cock.

"Oh shit." I could hear him whispering to himself as he pushed his cock
deeper and deeper into my hungry hole.

"Oh yeah, Randall. Push it. The syrup was DEEP inside." I finally spoke,
arching my back, surrendering my ass to him.

He stopped as my hole was finally engulfing his cock and gave my back
another gentle lick. "Now, let's get started."

Then, he slowly pulled his cock and slammed it back in. In-and-out,
in-and-out in a steady rythm. "Fuck yeah! Your ass is gonna be incredibly
clean after we're done. Ooohhhh."

The friction between his thick prick along the lining of my hole was so
intense. I couldn't think of anything beside the pleasure that his cock
gave me. I didn't want him to stop. I want more. So I arched my back,
pushed my pelvis backward towards his cock, and increased the speed of the
the rtythm.

"Ooohhh... Clean my ass Randall... Clean my ass with your huge
cock... Aaahh..." I moaned as he increased the speed of his thrust.

I was lost in ecstasy. My face was down on the floor, my eyes were tightly
shut, and I was panting like a bitch in heat. He was fucking me REAL good!
This stud really knew how to fuck!

Then he suddenly pulled his cock from out of ass.

"Oh no! Randall! It's not clean yet! Please! Don't stop! Please!" I begged
him,

"I'm not done with you yet. I know it's still not clean. I just want to
clean different spot inside your ass. So, lay on your back!" he
commanded. Without any question I laid on my back on the dirty wooden
floor.

I finally could see his face again. Just like mine, his body was entirely
covered in sweat. He looks so sexy, hot, and cute at the same time.

He put both of my legs on his shoulder to get better access to my ass. He
used his right hand to line his cock with my hungry hole and grabbed my
left thigh with his left hand. Without warning, he pulled my thigh with his
strong hand causing his 8.5 inches cock to slide entirely into my ass in
one sudden motion.

"OH FFUCCKK!" I screamed in agony, for the second time, my ass was impaled
with a huge cock in a sudden move.

But it seems like it didn't bother Randall. Like a person in a trance, he
continued to fuck my ass senselessly. This time, instead of thrusting his
hips, he was pulling my hips towards him over and over again, shaking my
whole body.

Of course, the pain quickly switched into pleasure as his cock was bringing
back the intense enjoyment.

"Oh fuck! Ooohh... Clean my nerd ass... Aaahh... With your huge cock,
Randall... ooohh.... Your huge lacrosse cock... Mmm..." I started to moan
he continue fucking my ass like a maniac.

Then, he stopped again. Without pulling his cock out, he moved into a
push-up position. He grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his hard
sweaty body before pinning my wrists with both of his hand on top of my
head. His face was only a couple inches from mine so I could see his sexy
face perfectly.

He slowly moving his prick in-and-out of my ass, but changed his pace
really quickly. His thrust was becoming faster and faster. He was fucking
me like a madman. He continued to speed up his thrust until he reached his
full speed. At this point, he was fucking me like a jackhammer. Maybe his
cock was the smallest of my three roommates, but he definitely knew what he
was doing with it.

The feeling was really overwhelming. My cock was leaking pre-cum non-stop,
pooling on my smooth stomach. Our position is also making it worse. Since
he was in push-up position on top of me, my cock was sandwiched between my
belly and his smooth hard 8 pack abs which constantly rubbed it as he moved
his hips. So, the pleasure his cock created, the constant hitting of my
prostate, and his hard abs rubbing against my cock was too much for me to
handle.

Suddenly, my breath became short and my whole body became tense.

"R-Randall... I... I'm... CUMMING!! OOHHHH" 6 Ropes of cum was splurting
from my cock like a water gun. As I was cumming, my ass was clenching hard
around his huge prick as he continued jackhammering my ass, and this was
apparently also too much for him to handle. As soon as I finished shooting
buckets of cum all over our face and chest, it was his turn.

"OH ALEX!!! FUUCCKKKKK" I could feel his cock spasming as it filled my ass
with his man-juice. I felt really warm and full inside.

We were both didn't move for a moment, panting as he stayed on top of
me. His eyes was locked on my eyes.

Then, he finally pulled his cock out of my ass and I could feel his cum was
trickling to the floor. He inspected my ass again before shoving his middle
finger inside my cum filled hole.

"Aaaahh" I softly moan as I didn't really have energy anymore.

He immidiately pulled his finger out and put it in his mouth, tasting it.

"Yep, It's really clean," he said before collapsing onto the floor besides
me.

**

After we showered, I helped Randall clean up the mess I made in his room
-The syrup and the cum. We cleaned up the cum first before eventually
moving on to the syrup.

"So, should we lick the floor?" I asked Randall, jokingly.

"No. Wait a second." He answered as he bolted out of the room. He came back
a moment later with a mop and a bucket of warm water. "Just use this."

"You sure? You said it yourself it's not going to completely washed away
and it will still make the floor sticky."

Then, without saying a word, he proceeded to dunk the mop in the water and
wiped the syrup clean.

I squinted my eyes at him and decided to tap the area he just wiped with my
feet. Surprise, surprise. it was spotlessly clean and not sticky at all.

I turned my attention back to him and a wide grin was forming on his face.

"God-damn it, Randall!"