Date: Mon, 30 Jan 2012 18:19:21 -0800 (PST)
From: Cosmic Charlie <cosmic709@yahoo.com>
Subject: Basketball Jock and Prof, Part 4

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Basketball Jock and Prof, Part 4 Cosmic Charlie

Last time: Mike invited two of his teammates over to the Prof's house to
play with his fuck buddy. The Prof. sucked his first black cock and got
fucked by Mike while sucking two jock dicks.
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A few days after my romp with Mike and his teammates, I went, as promised,
to the basketball game. I went to games pretty frequently, but in the past
I'd always been focused on the game itself. This time I was focused
entirely on the men. I loved the way their muscles bulged and tightened as
they moved the ball around the court. Plus, I knew about the heat that some
of the players packed between their legs. As John moved toward the net, I
imagined in my mind the monster cock tucked away between his legs. As sweat
poured down Mike's body, I could almost smell his characteristic scent.

Mike was focused entirely on the game. Though I was sitting only a few rows
up from the bench, he never indicated whether or not he saw me. He looked
sexy as hell out on the court. His muscles were pumped up and bulging. His
hair was damp with sweat and messed up. His chest heaved as he took deep
breaths. He was an athlete in his element, and my cock was rock hard and
drooling as I watched him.

The team was well-matched and the game stayed close until the last ten
minutes, when we finally pulled out ahead. Mike was running the show, as
usual, and was having a terrific game. He had shot for 26 points and picked
up 12 rebounds. Now with the team ten points up and only three minutes to
go, Mike charged down the court, ready to dunk another one. At the last
minute, instead of going for the rim, he passed the ball back to John, who
easily made the lay up.

"Why the fuck did he do that?" I heard a guy behind me ask.

I looked down at my phone and checked the box score on the game. Mike had
26 points, 12 rebounds, and now 9 assists. If he could get one more assist,
he would triple double - a rare achievement that would establish him as one
of the university's best ever players.

Only seconds later Mike was charging down the court again and again he
passed the ball back. John made the lay-up. After the shot, Mike's
triple-double was announced over the PA. The crowd went wild and as the
clock ran down the cheering for Mike grew louder. When the buzzer rang, the
team walked out onto the court to shake hands. Again, Mike's achievement
was announced, and as the crowd cheered, Mike pointed up at me.

I almost creamed my pants. Everyone around me was looking around and trying
to figure out who he was pointing at. I knew he was pointing at me, and it
was our secret.

About a half an hour after the game ended I received a text from Mike. "On
my way to your place. Be ready."

My asshole twitched with excitement. I made sure there was cold beer in my
refrigerator before jumping into the shower to clean up. I brushed my teeth
and put on a fitted black button down shirt and a pair of low riding
jeans. I wasn't wearing any underwear, and when my shirt pulled up my
treasure trail and bush showed. It was my best come fuck me outfit, and I
really, really wanted to get fucked.

When Mike showed up he was wearing a white wife beater and a pair of
basketball shorts. I walked out of the house to meet him. He tossed
something at me as he strolled toward my front door. I uncrumpled the ball
of fabric and saw that it was his jersey, still damp from the game that
night.

"That's for you." he said smiling, "I promised that I would be playing for
you tonight."

It was an awesome gift. I carefully folded it and thanked him.

Mike moved toward me, slowly raising his arms. I knew what he
wanted. Instead of going in for a kiss, I plunged my face into his
pit. This was our way of greeting each other.

My tongue shot out, and I started to lick up the sweat I found there. Mike
hadn't showered after the game. In addition to his sweat, I could smell the
aroma of the basketball court on him. It was a strange combination of
recycled air, game sweat, and lacquered floors.

With his other hand Mike pushed my face deep into his pit. His underarm and
chest muscles were pumped up and rock solid against my face. "You're going
to worship every inch of my body tonight. You understand?" he asked.

I nodded my head against his body, my forehead pressing against his hard
triceps.

He pulled my face out of his pit and held me by my chin. I looked up at his
handsome chiseled face and straight into his blue eyes. I went weak in the
knees.

"You're going to do everything I tell you to do. Ok?"

"You're a basketball god, Mike. I'll do whatever you say," I told him.

He shot me a half crooked smile. "Open your mouth." he ordered.

Immediately I opened my mouth and Mike spit into it. He didn't need to tell
me what to do. I closed my mouth and swallowed his saliva. Then I opened my
mouth again for more.

Mike laughed and slipped one of his fingers in my mouth. I started to suck
it. He looked into my eyes and said, "I love how slutty you get when you
want my cock. It gets me really hot."

He grabbed one of my hands and moved it to his dick. I grabbed on to his
rock hard eight inches through his nylon shorts. He was going commando,
just like he had the day he first fucked me. He squeezed his own dick
through my hand, his muscular hand pressing my fingers around his
dick. Slowly he masturbated himself with my hand, all the while keeping his
other fingers in my mouth. My own dick was snaking down my leg, leaking
through my best pair of jeans.

After a few moments, Mike broke our embrace and walked into my house. He
grabbed a beer from the fridge and then walked into the living room. He sat
down and flicked on the TV to ESPN. My lab Gunner jumped up onto the couch
next to him. Mike spread his legs wide, and I knew what I needed to do.

I walked into the living room and dropped to my knees. I crawled slowly
toward Mike and moved my head into his crotch. I looked up into his face,
and he grinned and just barely nodded. I pressed my face into the fabric
and buried my nose in his junk. I could feel his hard dick pressing against
my cheekbone and his balls rolling out of the way as my open mouth made
contact with his cloth covered nut sack. I inhaled deeply.

Mike's crotch had the musky, sweaty smell that I had fallen in love
with. Normally, beneath his musk he smelt clean, but today any scent of
body wash had long vanished. His scent was raw and manly. I breathed it in
deeply. I moved my nose around, nuzzling his package as I went, pressing
into the cracks at the side of his crotch.

Mike put his feet up on my back. As he did this, his strong athletic thighs
closed in around my face, pushing it deeper into his crotch. His legs
formed a tight grip on my skull as I sniffed and snorted at his sweaty
crotch. Mike used his thighs to move my face around, pushing it from side
to side.

His legs released their grip and he pulled my face away from his
crotch. "Check this out," he said as he pointed at the TV.

I turned toward around. Mike's triple-double had made ESPN Sports
Center. They talked about the game for about thirty seconds before moving
on to the next story. It was his first national exposure.

"You're a star, Mike." I said while nuzzling my nose into his nuts.

"Prof, this is the biggest thing that ever happened to me." he replied.

"You deserve it." I told him as I rubbed his muscled calves.

He was distracted for a few seconds by his phone- no doubt responding to
texts about the TV spot. Then he looked back to me and said, "You're gonna
eat my ass for a while."

He yanked down his nylon shorts and slid his ass off the couch. He had a
perfectly round rosebud, surrounded by a ring of light hair. I dove at it
like it was the last asshole on earth and started to eat him out. Mike
groaned a little and pushed back on my tongue. I circled around his hole
before firming up my tongue and plunging in. Again, I felt Mike's feet on
my back as he used my body to gain leverage. His raised his ass, giving me
better access, and I pressed my face in between his cheeks.

Mike's ass was sweaty and salty from the game. I pulled my mouth off of his
hole and started to lick his cheeks and taint. Mike wanted none of this,
and his strong hands came down on my head and guided my mouth back to his
rosebud.

"Keep working my ass, boy. Don't take your mouth off of it until I say so."
he commanded.

I continued to lick at his asshole, darting my tongue in and out, for at
least fifteen minutes. Mike got progressively more into the rim job as I
went. His hands were now massaging my scalp, pushing me into his ass and
steering my mouth. He became increasingly vocal.

"You like my sweaty jock ass, Prof? You like sucking my shithole?"

I could only nod my face in agreement. I never took my mouth off his hole
after he told me to stay put.

"Work my ass. Make me feel good, Prof." He was pounding his dick against
the back of my head and running it through my hair.

"Fuck me with your tongue. Get inside of me." He ground his ass down into
my face as I plunged my tongue in and out of his asshole. His sweaty cheeks
were pressed against both sides of my face, and I could feel his ass
contracting around my tongue as waves of pleasure swept over Mike.

"Oh fuck yes," he groaned. Suddenly I felt something wet on the back of my
neck. Mike was cumming on the back of my head while I ate his ass. After
his orgasm, his whole body went limp. The rock hard muscles on either side
of my face softened and Mike pulled me out.

"That felt real good. You like eating my sweaty jock ass, don't you?" He
asked. I only nodded in response, still catching my breath after the
marathon that my tongue had just run.

His cum was wet on the back of my head, and I was a little bummed that I
didn't get to eat his load. I leaned into his crotch and licked a drop of
cum off of his dick head. I rubbed his thighs as I savored his taste.

"There's plenty more where that came from," Mike said, "I love having you
on my knees in front of me, staring like a bitch in heat at my dick."

He pawed at his junk and shook it in my face. I felt small in front of
him. He was looking down on me, a mountain of muscle and manliness. Even
though I was fitter than most guys my age, I was nothing before him.

He held my head back and pushed his cock about an inch from my mouth. The
heat and smell of his crotch washed over me.

"You want it bitch?" he asked.

I opened my mouth and nodded. I stuck out my tongue, trying to get a taste
of his uncut meat, but it was too far from my mouth.

"Let's go into the bedroom." Mike said before pulling me up to my feet.

I followed him into my bedroom. I think it was the first time a man had
ever led me to my own bed. Mike stripped off his shirt and lay down on the
covers. "Take your shirt off." he told me.

I quickly pulled off my shirt. As it came over my head I felt the wet,
watery cum that was matted in my hair. I started to unbutton my
pants. "Keep your pants on, slut." Mike commanded. I moved to re-button the
fly, but Mike stopped me. "Leave it open. It makes you look sexy. I like
being able to see your bush."

Mike leaned over and rubbed my stomach and pecs with his big hands. His
hands were firm and strong against my muscles. He pinched one of my
nipples, first playfully but then hard. I winced. Mike just chuckled as he
twisted and tweaked my nipples. He stopped and rubbed my pec and nipple
with the palm of my hand to stop the stinging.

"Take off my socks," he said.

I pulled off his socks and looked him in the eyes, not wanting to make any
wrong moves. "Do I really need to tell you what to do? Suck my feet, prof."
he told me.

I sucked Mike's big toe into my mouth. His feet were huge, probably size
thirteen or fourteen. Big, sexy veins ran down the top, a testament to the
leanness of Mike's body. I licked in between his toes as I moved down the
row, stopping finally on his pinky toe. Mike pulled his toe away and pushed
the sole of his foot into my mouth. I licked that too. I ran my tongue from
the bottom of his foot to the top, pausing to suck a toe or two before
moving back to the heel. Mike's other foot was pressing against my face, my
shoulder, and whatever other body part he could get to.

When he felt I had done a good enough job on the first foot, he pushed the
other foot into my mouth. I started to process over again. First cleaning
his long, slender toes. Then licking the soles of his feet.

My own cock was aching in my pants. I reached down with one hand and tried
to pull it out of my jeans. Almost immediately, Mike slapped me lightly
with his foot. "This is about me, got it? If I want you to get off, I'll
get you off, but keep your hands out of your pants until then." I nodded
and returned my mouth to his foot.

The foot job continued for another few minutes until Mike again slapped me
lightly with his foot. I looked up at him. He was curling his finger toward
him, beckoning me up his body.

Not wanting to disappoint, I tongued my way up his leg. I ran my mouth over
his hairy shins, licking and kissing his skin as I went. As I crawled onto
the bed, Mike brought his foot into my crotch, pressing the ball of his
foot against my rock hard cock. I groaned and pressed back. He laughed and
continued to toy with my cock as I moved past his knee and up the inside of
his thigh.

I had my eyes on the prize the whole way up. Mike's eight inch, uncut cock
stood tall at attention. His foreskin was still curled up over the head,
which glistened from the load he shot earlier. His big, low hanging balls
sat on the covers between his legs. His sack was loose and hairless.

I moved closer. I was now close enough to feel the intense body heat of his
crotch and to smell the game sweat and musk that covered his crotch.

Before I could get one lick of his balls or a taste of his dick, Mike
grabbed onto my head and pulled me past his cock to his abs. I gave his abs
that same treatment I gave his legs. I licked and kissed at his belly
button before slowly moving toward his pecs.

Mike's chest was very well defined, and I moved my mouth up his left pec to
his nipple. His nipples were hard as diamonds, and I took one into my
mouth. I playfully bit at it, and immediately, almost robotically, Mike's
hands were again on the side of my head. He pushed my face into his
chest. At the same time, I could feel his dick throbbing and leaking
against my stomach. I sucked and chewed for at least a minute, as Mike
started to breath heavier and heavier.

Without warning he pulled my mouth up to his and we kissed. His tongue
plowed into my mouth. I don't know if it makes sense to say that in a kiss
there is a leader and a follower, but Mike was the leader in this kiss. His
lips were hard against mine. I started to hump my body against his, rubbing
my crotch into his upper thigh.

"Hump me, slut." Mike commanded.

I stared into his eyes and ground my still covered crotch against his leg.

His hands moved away from my head and he hugged me hard. I could feel the
muscles in his chest contracting as he pulled me against his body. He never
broke the kiss, pushing his tongue deep into my mouth. I ran my own hands
through his hair and around the back of his head, pulling his mouth against
mine. The kiss was intense, erotic, and primal. It was a kiss born out of
complete lust for another person.

I was still humping his body. He smiled down at me. "You want to get off,
Prof?"

"Please." I begged.

"Not yet." he said.

Mike gently but forcefully rolled me off the bed and onto the floor. I was
sitting on the floor in front of him as he sat on the side of my bed. Mike
stood up over me. His cock and huge low hanging balls hung down over me. I
opened my mouth and stretched my body up to take his sack into my mouth.

I sucked his right nut in, while the left nut spilled out of my mouth over
my cheek. The soft, velvety skin of his shaved scrotum made for an
interesting contrast against my five o'clock shadow. I stuck out my tongue
and ran it along the back side of his sack. Though I had cleaned his ass
out earlier, his nut sack was still sweaty. I groaned loudly.

"You're a good slut, Prof." Mike said as he ran his hand across my head and
tussled my hair playfully. He grasped my neck and pushed my head into his
sack as he knelt down into my face. My nose and eyes squashed against his
junk as I greedily sucked on his balls.

He pulled away and his big cock jutted out from his body above my head.

"Get in there and clean out my foreskin, Prof." Mike commanded.

I grabbed his dick and pulled the skin up his shaft so his hood bunched up
over the head. Precum was leaking from his slit and his head looked wet and
ripe. I stuck my tongue under his skin and licked around his knob. I tasted
what was left of his first load and the precum that had gathered there
since. I nursed on his foreskin, sucking the bunched up skin like it was a
nipple.

"Chew on it." Mike said, "Pull it with your teeth."

I gingerly used my teeth to pull his skin up over his dickhead.

"Harder." He said loudly, sternly.

I bit down harder and pulled on his skin, stretching it out at least an
inch and a half from his dick.

"Fuck yes." Mike groaned.

I looked up his body and into his eyes. He had both hands on his nips,
twisting and pulling on them.  Mike looked down at me and spit on my face
and then on his dick. I let his hood slip out from between my teeth and
cleaned the spit off of his cock. His eyes burned with fire and passion. I
could tell that he was almost ready to fuck me.

Mike pulled me by my neck back up to my feet. "Lay down on the bed," he
told me.

I lay down with my ass up in the air, hoping to get drilled hard.

"Flip over."

As soon as I was on my back, Mike's hands were on my neck again. He pulled
my skull to the edge of the bed so that my mouth was hanging over the edge.

"I hope you know how to take a cock deep in your throat, cause that's where
mine is going." Mike said.

I opened my mouth and prepared to let Mike slide down my throat. He came at
me with no warning or mercy. On his first plunge, which was faster and
rougher than I had expected, I gagged badly. Mike drew out of my mouth and
my throat slime dripped all over my face.

"Get it nice and slimy, slut." Mike said mockingly, "It'll make it easier
to slide in."

I rubbed my hands up and down his meat. He went for my throat again and
this time I was able to open up and let him slide in. I resisted the urge
to gag and to panic for lack of air.

"Oh Jesus. You're making me feel real good." he said.

His hand plunged into my pants, and he started to manhandle my junk. He
squeezed my dick and then my balls hard. I moaned and groaned around his
dick as he continued to fuck my throat. He pulled his hand out of my pants
and grabbed my arm. He put my own hand over my throat.

"Feel my cock in your throat. Feel me skull-fucking you" With my fingers
around my throat, I could actually feel his dick stretching my neck as he
moved in and out. It was totally hot, and I again moaned in approval.

Mike went back to working my dick. I was on the edge of orgasm from
worshiping his body for nearly an hour now. He pulled hard on my cock and I
exploded all over his hand. The whole time, his dick was in my mouth and
his balls were hanging over my eyes and nose. My back arched and my whole
body tensed up as I shot load after load all over Mike's hand.

Seemingly satisfied. Mike pulled his dick away from my face. He stood up
tall and stretched out his arms.

"Take off your pants." he said. I immediately rolled over and started to
strip off my jeans.

While I did this Mike sat down in the armchair next to my bed. He smeared
my cum all over his hard, leaking, dick. "You shot a nice load,
Prof. Hopefully it will make it easier for you to take my cock." He rubbed
my cum up and down his shaft and over his knob.

"Sit on it." he told me.

I walked over to him and turned so that my back was facing him. I began to
squat down.

"Turn around." he said. His short immediate commands were making me hot,
and my cock was hard in anticipation of the fuck he was about to deliver.

I turned to face him and then crawled up over his body. I put my legs over
either side of his body and lowered myself onto his dick.

His cock was lubed up with spit, cum, and precum, and it slid easily into
my man cunt. My ass made contact with his thighs, and his dick pushed
further into my body. He was deeper than he had ever been before. My ass
lips were literally pushed flat against the base of his dick. Mike leaned
back and groaned.

"Oh god yes. Your ass is so warm and tight. Prof, fuck yourself on my
dick. Use your pussy to get me off."

I started to buck up and down on his dick. At the same time, I rhythmically
clenched my ass muscles around his cock, milking him as I moved up and down
his fuck pole. Mike grabbed onto my hard cock.

"Shit, Prof. You're such a slut that you're rock hard again." His tone was
mocking, almost taunting me.

I bounced up and down faster. "You're right, Mike. I'm your slut. I want
your cock in my ass. I want to lick your body whenever you ask. I dream of
your sweaty ass and armpits all the time."

Mike reached around me and pulled my still bucking body against his
chest. His tongue invaded my mouth. The strength of his hug made my cock
pulse. I felt like he was trying to pull my body into his, to make us into
one, solid, fucking machine.

My own cock was rubbing against his furry abs and the sensation was
overwhelming me.

"Oh fuck, Mike." I said. "Your body is so hard and hot. Your cock in my ass
is making me cum."

My second orgasm washed over my body. My ass muscles clenched down onto
Mike's rod, pulling and grasping at it.

"Work my dick, Prof. Use your orgasm to get me off." he said.

I focused on fucking myself on his dick. While my own cock convulsed I
thought only about getting him off. He was breathing heavy, and suddenly
Mike pulled my mouth into his. He kissed me hard and rough as his cock
swelled up and shot into my guts.

Mike's mouth was all over my face while his cum shot into me. He pulled at
me and ground his entire body into mine. My ass was flooded with blast
after blast of hot sperm.

Slowly, post-orgasmic bliss took over both of us. I collapsed into Mike, my
head falling against his shoulder.

Mike licked at my ear as I sucked on his shoulder. His muscular arms
continued to hold me tight.

"You think you can go again?" Mike whispered into my ear.

I was still panting. I turned to face him, and kissed him lightly on the
mouth. "I can get fucked as many times as you need to fuck me." I said.

"I've got an idea." Mike whispered. "We'll rest for a while, then we'll
have some real fun."

HIs cock still in my ass, I tried to imagine what was coming next.

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Next time: Mike is finally going to take the Prof into the inner sanctum -
the team's locker room - for some serious, three-way fun with a jock bottom
on the baseball team.

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