Date: Thu, 14 Aug 2003 20:35:00 EDT
From: JockCeman@aol.com
Subject: FuckBuds (Part 2)

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Leaning against the mortar wall, drenched in sweat from the humidity, the
door opened to an empty elevator.  As the doors closed, up slung our sweaty arms,
almost in unison, and off came our wet shirts.  Panting from lust and
sweating over each other, we, then, became  the most beautiful, romantic male couple
you would ever see kissing for 53 floors.  Actually, 56 or 57 floors
considering we went down a number of parking tiers, but, hell, I lost track how far
down we went.

But fuckin' masculine butch men emoting with the most Herculean,
tongue-fighting, tongue-sucking kiss.... I mean this was the first time in some six
weeks-I guess I didn't lose track of that, but for some 40-plus days-and LONGER
nights.  Before the game earlier, we were too busy arranging rooms, too busy
dropping a huge load up his ass in the restroom... But, at that moment, that kiss
was the first time in ALL that time... I was able to express to the person I
really love how I feel.   I didn't want to take him for granted, but be able to
enjoy EVERY second I was blessed to have him in my arms, my lap, my ass. It
really matters NOT who we love.  If the feelings are mutual, when we are away
from that person THAT long, the feelings at reuniting are so indescribable and
so fulfilling that my heart and soul was so full at the moment, I could broken
down and cried so hard... and he would held me the whole time.

But the less deeper and more sexual side, though, happened!!  The merging of
two huge male body masses creating a helluva lot of Hot... Passion .... Horny,
sweaty manheat ...  Can you imagine the manscent we left behind in that small
place? But we were moaning so good in that body contact.. shirtless,
embracing, humping each other... and the only thing I think he coherently verbalized
was that he wanted me inside him all night.  I moaned back that THAT could be
arranged, considering the night would only be a few more hours, anyway.  But
even if sunrise was 24 hours away, I'd be still ramming my rod deeper and
cumming even harder.

The game going extra innings didn't bother either of us as it was about two
by the time we finally made it behind our hotel door.  And by 2:00:30, though I
doubt it took 30 seconds, we were naked in each other's arms, except for our
bulging jocks.  We barely had turned the light on when we were sucking on each
other's tongues, again, continuing from the elevator our hungry consumption
of our respective faces.  I fuckin' couldn't get enough of kissing every
available spot on his stubble-filled face, his sturdy chin, back to his left ear
where my tongue very gently lunged in sending him in orbit.... if his closed eyes
and laid back head are any indication.  I lingered a minute or two right
there waiting for him do his famous moan.  He didn't so much do that so much as my
tongue bath made his knees weak, apparently, as he buckled a second catching
himself on my upper lats and delts.

Lean on me, bud --I silently sung in my soul, as I looked up into his moist
eyes focused persistently at me. I almost stopped to ask if he was okay as a
few tears streamed down his already-sweaty-wet cheeks, but decided the prudent
think to do was be "insensitive." I was, of course, VERY concerned about HIM,
but thought to wait to ask what he was feeling during our afterglow, while we
held each other between sessions.

So I continued my journey down his solid neck to his lightly-haired, broad
shoulders, sliding down a little to chew on the top of his left, vascular bicep.
  One of his muscles I love chewing on, but those 19-20 inches ARE pure
heaven, especially as the happy road to his bountiful pits.

Granted, though, I am glad his cock muscle isn't that big, but it was his
arms that first attracted me to him so many years ago when I met him playing
second base on an opposing softball team.  Being the lead runner one fateful
inning,  I tried taking him out to prevent him from throwing out my teammate at
first.  It didn't work, at least not from my -or my team's, point of view.  We
ended up a hot pile of sweaty bods, me under him.  He was on his side, almost
laughing, until he REALLY noticed me.  Then through the settling dust, his
lustful eyes gave himself away,  more turned on to what was pressed up against him
rather than concerned about my well-being.  Jack-ass, I thought, looking
pissed at him that day, trying to get up.  And the first thing I anchored in on
were his biceps.  At that time, though, they were about 15 or so, but enough meat
on them to get me interested and visa versa.  As to not cause people to
notice a glitch in my "straightness," I stood quickly but slow enough to dust
myself off close enough to his bulging pouched uniform to smell his manmusk.  I was
hooked. Like one dog -like one horny dawg, following the scent of his
mate..and I sorta was.  But the deal was closed while watching that
beautifully-rugged, defined face and bod move the rest of the game.  I did keep feeling his
eyes on me, but our next body contact came OFF the field.


But I digress, though, through the years, discovering more about this Man,
like the emotion he just felt a few minutes before.  It had been THAT long for
him, too, to be away from me had its affects even on this strong stud.  I was
so lucky to have him be so sensitive as well as rough when I needed it and
wanted it.

In our various array of body contact this early morning, we had somehow edged
our way to the bed. So I quickly heaved the covers back, as he turned off the
overhead light and I dimmed down the bedside lamp, pulling him over to the
edge of the bed as he strutted closer.  The heat from our hairy bods could have
ignited this plush hotel room, I thought, and if we rubbed our "sticks"
together, we really could start a fire.   We almost didn't lights, our bods were
illuminating our love nest.

We WERE so hot for each other, it made these last weeks away feel even more
torturous, but null and void now sitting on the bed with him standing in
between my spread legs and that great smelling jock within a tongue length.  He had
accumulated a bevy of stains and aromas that I wanted to enjoy, especially
from all my cum spewed earlier in the restroom, not to mention him making all
that sweat and a river of pre-cum... and all my spit soaking now through for a
pre-fun gnaw.  In ramming my nose into his jock, I took a deep breath of Man,
inhaling this stud as if it were my last breaths. I took a handful of his
sweaty, defined ass cheeks, kneading those sweet, athletic buns,  while using one of
my forefingers to lightly touch his cunt hairs and forest my way to his hot
hole.

"Oooo, sheeeet, stud," he moaned, using his strong hands to force my face
again into his crotch. "Do you know how long I've wanted this?" his whisper heavy
with need for carnal release. "Do you know how long I have waited to see you
in only your jock?"

"Yeah," I started, looking up his hairy 4-pack, defined deep cleavage and
beefy pecs, too horny to stop my gnawing on his crotch, but I did stop myself
from being too sarcastic towards his question, and more understanding, "...about
six weeks?" moaning into his jockstrap, making that vibration as I did in the
truck.  Shit, My Babe really like that!

"Sonfabitch," he lustfully blurted out, passionately clenching my head even
tighter, if that was possible, and forcibly thrusting my nose into his jock
pouch, again, drying fucking my nose. His increased wetness was way more evident
now with only his sexy jock on, inhaling like it was a cure for congested
lungs.  My tongue becoming a hard, wet lizard, teasing this massive helmet through
the mesh.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm... Your aroma, bud, signals you're perfectly ripe for
pickin'...and other things!" I informed him, in looking up as much as possible to see
how well I was pleasuring him.  At that moment, he moaned loudly leaning his
head back again on his shoulders.  I was almost was waiting for his knees to
buckle again.

"Lie back, buddy!" he growled his command,  "let me make you glad you're a
man," wasting no time manhandling me, flipping me on my back and straddling my
abs.   I do love it when he manhandles me!!!  And I already know why I love
being HIS Man!

"Mmmm...........fuuuuuuck!"  I groaned again, as he slowly lowered that
muscular bod down to my spread quads.

I could see him eyeing his target and lickin' his slightly sun burnt lips for
my throbbing, wanton cock. With my back mostly leaning against the bed's
backboard,  he steadied his weight leaning on my thick shoulders.   His knees
pressing into the bed on either side of my ripped abs, I reach down to roughly
hold the base of my cock for his slide down. He was still so well lubricated, I
watched as his eyes rolled back into his head a second, closing almost in
relief with that penetrating look, his mouth involuntarily opened as he savored my
piston being seductively directed inside his warm manhole.  Granted, I support
the way he athletic participates naturally in all the sports his loves,
especially wrestling,  but the reason I love him cycling is the way it has
developed that ass and the wonderful muscles that do suck my cock dry every fuckin'
time.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm...

All those squats he does a couple days a week are not only seductive to
watch, but gives him the defined dimples on either side of those tanned ass cheeks,
making for a wonderful way to grip as I slid up my hot rod deep into his
bubble butt.  If I seemly went in easy in that restroom reamin,' my cock slid in
even easier now, explosively close already!!!  I guess not coming for six
weeks, or so, tends to sexually open the cum dams.  So for both my big head and
little head, it was ballistic horny overload, again!!!, I closed my eyes and
tilted my head back to luxuriate in the moment of being One in THEE more romantic
setting with THEE most important Man in my life, now and forever. Amen.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!

Talk about making love being spiritual, I thanked God every second of the day
for this Gift-of-a-Man now riding me hard and putting me up wet.  With the
way his ass muscles were so tight and talented, I didn't have to plunge much to
have my cum sucked right out of me, sliding into his hole feeling the wet,
warm, velvety walls of his hole, stretching ... gripping ... milking my cock.
Made it all the more special when flexing quads and calves pushed his cunt up and
down my cock's shaft. My Man's wonderful ass is my cum dumpster and
definitely NOT a plain butt hole, but was like fuckin' THEE most moist (female) pussy.
To the point, that I gave up jacking off-though the last six weeks have been
HARD, so to speak--- for saving ALL my manjuice for lubricating both his
wonderful manholes.  Inside of him, pushing his prostate to new boundaries, edging
him to explosions of cum and moans that are fuckin' sensuous in themselves.

As thick as I grow from being so turned on, it's no wonder my cum burst out
of his ass like it does. It was no problem to have started slow, building to a
crescendo, seducing that fuckhole,  but never have we experienced a fuck like
that, even though we had been fuck buds all these years. At that moment, it
was simple mind-blowing.... Simply cock-blowing..... and what load amounts! But,
damn, what a feeling it was to spew my HOT, thick cum inside his ass....
every time I can have him! Seed him with my baby batter --or jock batter, as he
calls it-- making it all the more complete.  Our hot, horny bods being one
together, my cock sliding in and out of his steamy manpussy, personally made for
me... fuller and deeper, and from such a beautiful hunk of a hulk.

Like a dam pressured by water, there was no room for my river of cum except
to drain out his juicy, delicious hole. Both of us being fit, non-smoking,
non-drinking jocks, it was like playing in pure-white, liquid snow. Then, for the
enjoyment of my tongue, turn his beefiness around and sit on my face, felching
and feasting our manliness out of that sweaty, luscious crack.

"Shit, we taste damn good together," I moaned to him, after he pulled off my
dick and turned around to straddle my lips and tongue. With fingers of both
hands, I spread his newly fucked ass lips further apart.  I have always been one
who appreciates the creampies of Man:  tasting MYself on his ass lips after
cumming inside.  Now, like a water fall, our juices together were spilling down
and giving me a facial.  Like a trout swimming upstream to mate, my tongue
was doing some mating of its own, blasting through all the cum to make my mate's
ass feel his best.  Make HIM feel like the REAL man that he is. My tongue,
though, seemed to have had a mind-of-it's-own, curling around each strand of
hair and savoring it like it was the last his body would produce. His hairs were
so long in and around that crack, I could almost floss and rim at the same
time. THAT was a slow tongue bath that netted its rewards, though.

When I was convince the river of cum and ass juices had slowed, it was my
turn to manhandle him.  As he continued to sit on my face, I took my hands to his
hips and raised him up far enough to slide out from underneath him.  On his
haunches surprised to see me in front of him, I push him roughly on his back.
As I looked at this wonderful specimen of hairy man, it occurred to me his
dripping cock hadn't cum since the restroom scene. He reached for his cock and
began to jack as I went back to eating more ass.  But during mid-lick, I reached
up, gently pushed his hand away and roughly told him THAT was mine.  Leaning
up taking that wrist from his right arm, then the wrist of his left arm, I
slung both heavy, muscular arms above his head, staring hungrily into the
dreamiest blue eyes, his raven black buzz military cut hair was dripping with his
mansweat, looking so fuckin' sexy and hot. Without a word,  I couldn't resist but
to dive, this time, into his left pit.  Equal time, ya know!

Unlike the 'meal' I had in the truck, THIS time, though, I enjoyed all his
hairs more relaxed.  From just below his elbow to his inside the pit and to the
lower part of his pit to the mass of fur that explodes out his pits down and
spread onto his thick pecs, into his cleavage, down into lower chest and abs,
trailing into a massive thicket of pubes.  But I savored him very, very
sensuously and seductively.  I fuckin' could not get enough of dousing my hot lips
and hard tongue in his pit's manliness while I began a rough assault on his left
nip.  Being I knew that was his most sensitive of his two, dark quarter-size
nips, I went to lightly torturing his now- firm tit.  Like a small, rigid
dick.  It's so sexy, especially earlier when we were at the game, to see those
solid mounds of turned-on flesh protruding up and erect when he's wearing light,
tight T's or Polos, but to have them now pinched in-between my thumb and
forefinger-using my thumbnail to do some grinding, with his sweaty bod squirming
and sliding against mine.... Now that's even better!!  I took my time licking
and feast and pinching, until I trailed my tongue down to that nip and began
lightly biting, igniting a scream of pleasure that probably woke the neighbors.

"Ooooooooooooooh, fuck, Babe!" his voice hoarse from being so turned on,
"that feels so fuckin' good, stud!" I didn't bother looking at him but bit him
harder and he groaned deeper.  I could feel his chest vibrate as he called me a
'fucker' over and over and over, pushing my head further down onto his swollen
nip.

"Fuck me, stud!  Fuck me! Breed me!  NOW!" as he pushed down on my upper
lats, "I fuckin' need you, again, in me soooooo deep! Please!!"

It almost sounded like he was in pain, but I knew the pain was sexual need,
but that plead was so guttural, but a fuckin' turn on.  I didn't need to look
at my cock to know it was drippin' with anticipation.  You don't need to
convince me twice to send some more seed inside that beefy ass.  I knew that nip was
HIS button to touch so in one conquering motion, my muscular arms forced his
quads and legs up against his chest as far as they would go, allowing me the
deepest penetration of my tongue.  His whole bod is, to me, one big, 24/7,
lovemaking, pleasure-palace of a sexual cum-eruption. Clothes or no clothes, he
never stops turning me on.  Both sexually and emotionally, he is a fuckin' HOT
stud! Getting me hotter and hornier was touching.... feeling.... kneading his
hairy quads. Geez, I love that massive fur coat on his chest, but, damn, I love
his hairy quads and the thick forest of pubes, with all its naturally
masculine musk streaming off  and driving my nose crazy.  I'm glad we left off the
room's air conditioner.  I, again, do love that locker room smell while making
love.

But it was time to conquer and, again, breed this Man.  At that particular
moment, after these intimate, horny hours with him, and right now having made it
back to tasting our manly juices mixed together within this fine, hairy bowl,
I can tell you was, as usual, Mmm! Mmm! Good to the last drop.  Like whipped
cream on a sundae, but a thick river of drops are about to flow again.  So I
licked the upper part of his crack and watch him watch me, reaching to hold my
hand.  My mind went into romantic overload.  How cool to be so connect to
another soul... THIS stud!... in this way?  Maybe it stopped being all-about sex
years ago, and started to be about making love, but not being with him
physically for so long, THESE last few hours have been nothing more than a matter of
animalistic lust.  It's like we had loads of cum stuck in our bull-balls that
we just had to get rid of regardless if it was in a baseball stadium's restroom
or in a testosterone-laden king size bed.  The neat thing about it that
fulfilled my soul was we both felt that there was only one other man we wanted,
needed, desired and who would understand those needs.  THAT man we felt so
comfortable with, NOTHING was off-limits.

Now laying there in between his beefy, furry legs I could enjoy all his
aromas cumming from his bod.  That's one of the reason I like him in that position.
Not only did he look terrific, but tasted excellent. The wonderful sweat and
aroma cumming from his balls and the accumulation of body moisture between his
balls and ass made my cock harder again. My cock had that pleasurable-pain
feeling, ya know? Almost like blue balls, but my six shooter swelled enough to
take off in orbit, the already vascular thickness wanting to burst his
boundaries.

Another reason I  liked him in this position was I am able to feel his
strong, thick cock when I wanted to, the thick snake-like veins at that moment were
about to pop out of his meaty shaft.  But if I had wanted to, I could suck it
and lick his manliness. To be able, as I was doing, to reach up, while
tongue-wetting his ass hole and thick hairs, and took his juicy-huge, shaved balls
and squeezed them hard.  I watched up over his pecs as he arched his back in
self-defense and his dark stubble winced in pleasure, enjoying me bubbling up his
manjuice in those egg-size nuts.  I clutched them with my thumb and
forefinger and pulled harder till he moaned loudly enough to vibrate the walls.  I just
didn't want to pleasure him too much, though, as I wanted him to sexually
suffer for a little while longer, edging him naturally to the point of no return.

It wasn't much effort, though, to spread his ass lips apart after my
thickness had just had a fuck-athon for this last hour and, ultimately, fucking-a-ton
of more cum in him. So much manjuice, but it was just the way he loved it:
Long sessions of rough, raw, and cum hard and cum!! Our bodies turned on for each
other's sweat and inner-mixing of drying cum, never tiring of each other's
touch or feel, wanting to do nothing more than satisfy each other's horny needs.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.....

......feeling his body squirming in ecstasy from my tongue being so far and
so warmly inside him. His moans got louder, which I love, as I continued
savoring my great tasting cum and the sweet, saltiness of his sweat, digging my
tongue deep into his hole, running all around his ass--and the rest of my sweaty,
wanting bod, were in total hairy heaven.  My Man's deep groans signaled his
enjoyment of my intentionally rubbing my 5:00 shadow-now in its 10th hour, on
his ass, as he reached his hand down with free hand to sensually touch my head.
I've grown to like that touch from him. It keeps us connected as I do what I
love to do!

I watched up his massive chest, his strong, tanned face, eyes closed. It was
almost like he had passed out in horniness. I rubbed my forefinger once up and
down the outside of his still-dripping crack. I was still amazed, though,
through all that fantastic hair, the tip of my forefinger found the opening. As I
teased the opening, his moans of approval sent chills up my spine.

As I spread his legs apart to make room for my body so we can enjoy a long
kiss--without warning--my twisted middle finger raced forbiddingly inside his
ass. Before I even got to lay on top of him, his zenithal manpole pulled the
trigger again and again, without either of us touching it, which is what I
wanted.  This time, those strings of white cream jetted up spewing into the sweaty
pecs, lubricating my hard nips.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmm...

Woof! Ya gotta love that.... Feeling his yummy cum trickling down my chest, I
looked downward into some very smiling and glistening eyes. As his heavy
breathing slowed, he pulled me down for that kiss! A Stud after my own heart for
uninhibited, athletic fucking, abundant chest fur mating with dense chest hair,
for the most wettest, inner-connecting kiss that made bells go off in both my
heads.  So my still-harden --now almost sore cock, knew of only one place it
wanted to be.  It's like it has a mine of its own, but that goes without
saying, as we were so wet from all those fantastic manmade body fluids, he spread
his quads and lifted his ass just enough that, without missing a beat, I pushed
down and propelled my battering-ram stoutly back within his tight ass. My
pre-cum juices allowing me just enough to slither my tube snake incisively into
MY paradise.  A low, loud and long moan chimed out in unison, but at that
point, I decided THAT was the only way to go... powerful kissing and fierce fucking
using only the most natural of lubricants. And if we didn't make the other
two ball games this weekend, what the hell?  THIS is where I wanted to be!!!

If the wives only knew, I thought, "crawling" (back) inside my Man!

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