Date: Sun, 15 Aug 1999 17:57:15 CST From: "Bill Drake" Subject: SAE Action 11 (mm coll oral anal) SAE Action (mm, coll)- ch. 11 Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com) Hey guys. Here's a new episode, ch. 11., to be followed by a repost of ch. 12, which hasn't been up here in a while. If you are interested in previous episodes of SAE Action, they should be on the ASSGM website, or at the Nifty Archives (http://www.nifty.org/). Thanks to all those who have written me. Feel free to send comments, etc. to billdrake@hotmail.com. The following is a fictional story containing graphic depictions of sexual activity between men. If this is not your thing or is inappropriate for your age, do not read further. Otherwise, enjoy. SAE Action 11 The next couple of weeks, I couldn't get enough dick from Jake. Each day we would arouse to a hot morning fuck. Or maybe I'd suck the hot cream from his morning hardon. If we felt extra horny, we'd screw around again in the shower. Jake and I had different class schedules, but we both had the mid-afternoon free, so I'd blow him or maybe give him a rim job as he watched TV or smoked a joint. I loved his ass. Hard, round mounds of pure muscleflesh. A dusting of light blonde-brown hair. And a tight, puckered hole that loved my tongue. Though we usually didn't have time in the afternoon for a full fucking (then again, we missed a few classes for that very reason), Jake would beg me to finger fuck him good. That what I loved about him; here was a fucking gorgeous top-stud who could part time as a bottom. And as much as I loved shoving my hard-jock dick up his ass-chute, I have to admit the feeling of his warm sphincter clinching tight against the knuckles of my probing fingers got me pretty hot, too. Evenings, it was nonstop fuckaction. Often we would take turns shoving our hard dicks up each others' horny butts. My favorite position has always been getting fucked from behind, but Jake loved when I pushed him flat on his back, lifted up his powerful legs, and stuffed his hot hole with my hard, wet manmeat. The look of bliss on that gorgeous jock face while was often enough to make me squirt my load all up his squirming, bucking ass. It was great. All year, my hunger for hard jock dick been insatiable, and now I had the most gorgeous of the fraternity guys giving me what I needed every day and every night. All of a sudden, I didn't feel the need to be dicking every piece of jock ass I saw on campus or sucking any stud prick that passed my way. That was to change one Tuesday afternoon. It was an unusually warm February day and all the hunks on campus were out shirtless playing frisbee or football in the grass. Never one to pass up the temptation to ogle stud jocks showing their hot bods to everyone and anyone, I plopped myself down on the grass, removing my own shirt to expose my muscled chest to the warm rays of sun. There was one set of guys that got my juices really going. They were also frat guys, Pikes I believe, as I remembered seeing them around at parties before. There were three of them, all of them with smooth, nearly hairless torsos that showed off the well-defined fratjock muscles real well. One of them had an eight-pack so hard one could wash shirts on it. The other two were a little less cut, but I could see the sinews of hard, strong muscle in their backs and shoulders. Well, hard was what my dick was getting. There was a lot of man meat walking about, but I couldn't keep my eyes off these studs. I kept thinking what my tongue could do with the three jock dicks they were packing in their shorts, or what it would be like to be sandwiched between them, with two of the guys taking turn on my ass. Just then a voice interrupted my reverie. "Hey bud, great day isn't it?" Right next to me sat an older guy, I'd say in his late 30's wearing only a pair of nylon running shorts and running shoes. He was reclining back, showing his massive, hairy torso to me and the world. I glanced down past the bulge-filled crotch of his shorts to what were incredibly powerful legs. This guy had an amazing build all over. He reminded me a bit of Pete, my police officer fuckbuddy, and was even a little bigger in size if an inch or so shorter. "Yeah," I managed to get out in reply to his question. Normally I'd not be the sort to make small talk with a stranger, especially one who just came up and joined me like this guy did. However, my dick decided for me-- with a large hunk like this sitting next to me, I wasn't in a hurry to go anywhere. He stared straight forward, toward the three frat studs. He nodded his head slightly to them and said, "Enjoying the view?" I was stunned. Was this a come on? Or was this fellow baiting me? "Don't worry, guy," the man said to me, "I think they're pretty hot studs myself. Would you like to meet them?" "You serious?" I asked. "Hell yeah." He called out to the men. "Hey guys!" The three men stopped their football throwing and turned our way. "Coach!" the tallest one cried out. He tossed his football to one of his friends and jogged over to where we were sitting, "How's it going?" This one, with dark hair, green eyes, and a smooth, bulging chest was named Brian. As we were talking, the other frat boys, Ken and Jeff, joined us. It turned out that Ken and Brian were on the wrestling team, which the man next to me (Michael) coached. Jeff was not on the team, but by his taut build and strong shoulders, I imagined he was on the swim team. "So guys," John and I were thinking about going over to the practice room to practice room to try out some wrestling holds. What do you think of joining us?" I was taken aback, because of course Michael and I hadn't been talking about wrestling holds or much else before these guys joined us. But I noticed the hardon forming in the coach's shorts and the lustful gazes of these hot frat jocks on us, and I knew what was up. Almost immediately Brian and Ken blurted out in agreement. Jeff didn't say anything, but seemed to be going along for the ride. We were barely in the secluded practice room of the athletics building, when coach shucked off his shorts. A short but massively thick hardon greeted our hungry eyes. Brian and Ken went up to their coach and dropped down in front of him. The two men cooperated in a fervent suck job on the fireplug of a jock cock, which was leaking more than they ever could remember. At first, their two mouths would encase the stiff shaft while coach fucked his pole between them. I was getting hot as hell just watching them. Jeff was stripping me now and feverishly exploring my exposed skin all over with his strong hands. Somehow he'd gotten his own shorts off, too, because I could feel his hardon press firmly into my crack as he wrapped his muscular arms around my torso. I thought he was going to fuck me. Instead, he grabbed my throbbing cock and leaned into my neck. "I want to watch you fuck coach," he whispered in my ear. If there was anything my time in college had taught me so far it was that you can never tell which guys are total tops and which ones will spread for a hot cock any chance they get. Some men seemed to be complete top jocks on minute and the next they'd be on all fours practically shoving their bubble butts down on my manfucker. This guy Michael seemed big and masculine in every way; even his voice was booming like a coach's voice should be. Still, I knew I had nothing to lose in trying to dick some butch stud ass. With an encouraging push from Jeff, I walked around the beefy hulk and began to rub my big fat cock up and down his moist crack. "Oooh, yeah. That feels terrific. Oh, come on, John." I continued my actions. When my flaring, dripping head would get to his hole, I applied more pressure. Each time the hole would give a little but not enough to let my horny dick inside. I was in no hurry, though. Just feeling my meat between this coach-stud's buttcheeks got me pretty damned hot…. and got coach talking trash like a cheap whore in heat. "Come on frat fucker. Push that cock of yours up there. Yeah, higher, deeper, aawh, fuck come on. Fuck this horny coach till he can't walk." By now his sphincter was loosening up enough to let my cockhead push pass by. Once I got half-entry into his warm rectum, I took charge and pushed completely in. "Shit!" coach yelled. I wanted him to feel nothing but pleasure, but there was no way I was going to stop my assault on his butch ass now. I reached around and began rubbing the points of his big brown nipples. That helped shut him up while I began to push more of my meat up his hole. I looked down over this hunk's shoulder and could see the two teammate frat studs taking turns sucking coach dick while the other devoted himself to bathing those bull balls with jock spit. Jeff seemed to busy, too, as he switched back and forth between Ken and Brian's upturned butts, giving his frat brothers some deep-tongue rim jobs. From the way the guys would wriggle their butts back in desperate lust, Jeff really knew how to lick man-cunt right. I could make out small bucking motions in coach's ass, and if it weren't for the two men blowing him from the front, I'm convinced he's be fucking himself on my hard frat dick right now. No matter, I was pounding that ass like it was meant to be pounded, and rubbing those manly tits and massive pecs. It was too much really, that tight, slick coach ass was doing a number on my prick. I yelled out and within seconds, my load was letting loose in coach's abused asshole. It was a huge nut I dumped, and the sperm felt good and squishy as I continued to pummel coach's upturned butt. By now, Jeff was taking turns dicking Brian and Ken. Each seemed to be more eager than the other to accept his brother's jock-fucker to the hilt. It was a hot sight, really, these two beefy but smooth guys bent over serving their hairy stud of a coach while taking a good nine inches from the lean fucking machine behind them. Coach must have found the sight hot, too, because as I shoved my softening but still erect cock up his anus, he shot volley after volley of thick, warm coach cream all over the athletes' bodies in front of him. Jeff was turned on like nothing else watching this hunk come, saying, "yeah coach, shoot all over your start wrestler. Show them how a real athlete serves his coach. Spray your jism all over my frat brothers. Oh fuck…" Jeff was there, too, now. He quickly pulled out his dick (you could hear Brian gasp from the withdrawal) and whipped it a couple of times in his hand. A huge geyser of cockspray blasted all over us. I don't know if this fellow always shot like this, but it was quite a finale for the hottest fivesome. We were all drained and were content to lie together in a heap of cum-covered manflesh on the wrestling mat. I was able to explore Brian's and Ken's muscular bods even. I looked forward to having some real quality fuck time with these Pike studs, but that would be another story. SAE Action (mm, coll)- ch. 12 Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com) SAE Action, pt. 12 Spring was in the air: sun, 78 degree weather, shirtless hunks everywhere on campus, constant horniness on my part. It was also the season for the annual spring greek festival, and somehow I got roped into the task of main organizer. After that and school, I had no social or sex life, and it was beginning to get to me. And what sucked was that all the guys on the organizing committee were these homely straight-and-proper types. And so for two weeks I went without sex, satisfied only with a quick jackoff at night now and then. I was beginning to think I'd never see any action, but somehow it was to come all on one day, just a week before the festival. My main task was overseeing setup for the booths. I went to Home Depot with one of my brothers' pick-up trucks and started looking for the materials. "Can I help you with anything?" a deep voice behind me asked. I wheeled around and saw before me a handsome, rugged face and a perfect bod that even a Home Depot apron and faded jeans couldn't disguise. Not a bodybuilder's or even a gym physique, but a musculature that comes with hard manual work. He indeed was able to help me find what I needed and actually helped me take all the shit out to the truck. As I bent forward into the right side of the cab, I felt his hand on my butt. He began to move it around tentatively at first, until I spread my legs apart to give him better access. The parking lot was crowded, but he blocked the view on one side, while the truck door blocked the front view. To the passers-by it would look like he was holding the door open for me. His thick fingers explored my ass, and then pushed underneath the thin fabric of the shorts to feel the skin of my cheeks. He pushed further down my crack, massaging my puckered hole, then feeling the hairs down to my crotch. He reached underneath and found my raging erection. "Jesus, you're hung like a horse," he said, stroking the shaft as well as he could in the confines of my Umbros. His hand pulled out and then came back slick with spit as he started finger fucking my ass. I clenched my teeth and held my breath to keep from coming as he worked first one then two then three digits up my quivering hole. Slowly he pulled them out, leaving me feeling empty. "Come on," he said, "I know where we can finish this." We went around the side of the building into a deserted storeroom. My hunky store clerk picked up the phone and punched in a couple of numbers, then hung up. "That's a signal to my buddy Frank. He'll keep an eye on the situation." He then removed his shirt to show his massive chest and rippling abs and stepped toward me for a deep kiss. Before I knew it, my clothes were on the floor and he was pushing me down to suck his rod. No complaints from me. I slurped up and down the meat stick, knowing full and well that we both really wanted it up my ass. So I turned around and offered my butt to him. "Have at it," I said. We were settling into a good fuck, when the door opened and three store clerks walked in, shutting the door behind them. They said nothing, just removed their clothes and stroking their dicks. They were all as sexy as the man fucking me; a couple were a little younger, one was hung like a horse. One of the younger guys, a college-looking type, came up to me and stuck his fat cock in my mouth. I started going at it like a pro, and soon he was hosing his load down my waiting throat. "Fuck, man, you're hot." The other young fellow took his place and I started a slower pace on his fuckstick, taking time to lick up the sides and taste the leaking precum. My ass was starting to feel really good from the pounding it was getting from my hardware stud. With a hard dick still in my mouth, I gasped and shot my semen all over the floor just as the guy above me unloaded into me. It was scarcely a matter of seconds before the hung guy took his place, stretching my ass. Meanwhile, I tried to maintain giving head to the guy in front of me. He was close, so I began deepthroating until he was over the edge and his sticky shots were firing down my gullet. Our scene continued. After the hung guy was done with his fuck, the two college-age guys took their turn at some hot frat ass. I got dressed and walked back to the truck. I started it, then noticed a card sticking out of my wallet: "My ass still wants a chance at your stud cock, frat boy. -'Stan,' your friendly Home Depot man." His number was at the bottom. 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