Date: Fri, 2 Nov 2001 23:52:37 EST
From: TomGTongue@aol.com
Subject: RIM SHOTS (PART THREE)

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RIM SHOTS (Part Three)


From Tom's Tongue


So, I'm walking out of Coach Jacobs' office, after an incredible round of sex
with another hot man, pondering just how much my life had changed in less
than twenty-four hours.  If someone had told me the day before that I'd be
sucking dick or having my ass fucked, much less LOVING IT, I would've laughed
in his face (or punched him out).  What a difference a day makes!

I rounded the corner to my locker, deep in thought -- actually I was thinking
about how the Doc's long, thick tool would feel pounding my ass, just like
the Coach's just had -- and walked my jock-encased crotch directly into my
bud, Joe's incredible butt.  He was naked and bent over digging something out
of his backpack on the bench. I grabbed his hips to keep from knocking him
down, and could actually feel heat surging to my semi-erect cock from his
crack.

"Whoa, look out, man!" he intoned as he stood and turned to face me.  "TG,
you've got that spaced-out smile on your face again.  What's going on with
you today, anyway?  I was looking for you."

If I was zoned out before, I was wide-awake now.  Joe Taglia is one gorgeous
Italian hunk -- a chick magnet if there ever was one -- and I was now looking
at his totally naked bod with new eyes.  He has wavy jet-black hair,
sparkling brown eyes, a handsome face, broad shoulders, massive pecs with a
sexy dusting of black hair and a ripped stomach with a perfect pleasure trail
starting at his sexy "outie" leading to his thick pubes.  His hairy thighs
are massive, the result of hours of weight work and running; and his dick,
HIS DICK, is beautiful -- long, fat and veiny -- with hairy lemon-sized balls
hanging beneath.  My perusal took less than two seconds, but it was enough
for me to know that I wanted him.  I just had to figure out how to make it
happen.

Looking into his eyes, smiling, I said, "Sorry, JT, I was in with Coach.  He
had some questions about my examination report.  It turned out to be no big
deal."  Actually it was a very BIG AND THICK deal, but close to the truth is
good, too, right?

"Well, I wanted to tell you about that phone call.  I guess it'll just have
to wait."  With that he turned his back to me and began digging in his
backpack again.  The back view was just as good, if not better than, the
front.  A muscular back, trim waist, and, from where I stood, I could see his
muscular, hairy cheeks and the denser layer of fur deep in his ass crack.
YUM!

I quickly turned back to my locker and dressed as fast as possible knowing
that if I looked any longer, I'd be on my knees licking away in that hair
haven. Of course, my dick was, once again, rock hard and dripping in my jock.

I had a plan forming in my brain.  "Hey, JT, why don't you come by my place
after practice for a beer, and you can tell me all about that call.  Mom and
Dad won't be back for three days and we'll have the place all to ourselves."
Thank God I was an only child.

He replied, "Sounds good to me, Bro," flashing me another killer smile and a
wink.  "I can only stay a little while though.  My Dad has some project he
want me to work on with him tonight."

"That's cool.  I've got something to do later too."  Yeah, some in-depth
research of Dr. Franklin's ass!

Practice was great that day.  Coach was in a really good mood, for some
strange reason.  Backs and receivers were given a light day -- just
stretching and laps.  I really enjoyed the sexy smirk he sent my direction
when he said to the group, "I'm really proud of how you guys have been
putting out for me lately."  I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing out
loud.

As we were running our last lap, Joe came up beside me and said, "TG, to save
time, why don't we shower at your place.  It'll give us more time to talk."

"No prob."

I made a special point of walking past Coach as we headed to the locker room,
to say where only he could hear, "Thanks for being so good to us today,
Coach.  I know that I'll keep putting out for you.  See ya tomorrow."

He just laughed, gave me another one of his million dollar smiles and said,
"You got it, Tom!"

*     *    *     *     *    *

Fifteen minutes later, Joe and I were walking in my front door and he moved
directly towards my bedroom.  Our house was like a second home to him.  We
stayed over with each other all the time, so he knew his way around.  I said,
"You go first, I'll go grab the brewskis."  As he climbed the stairs, I
couldn't help taking one more lustful look at his legs and ass, nicely
packaged in his onionskin shorts.

Minutes later, I walked into my bedroom, and was treated to another view of
his ass; however, this time it was even better!  He was naked, his backpack
at his feet.  He was bent over at his waist with his legs spread, and for the
first time, I saw his asshole.  It was spectacular; I could see his the first
few inches of his cock, his low-hanging balls and his sweet pink hole
clearly, even with all that moist silky hair surrounding it!

I walked up to him, quickly and quietly, and placed the cold beer can between
his cheeks, touching his hole.  He stood and jumped about a foot into the air
yelping loudly. "Very funny!  You'll get yours, Dude."

"Promises, promises," I taunted.  I had a few dirty ideas as to what "yours"
should be, and they definitely involved my tongue and his juicy ass.  Joe
laughed as he walked toward my bathroom, again giving me a view of his
backside.  He's one of those jocks who walk on the balls of their feet, sorta
pigeon-toed, and it made his sexy bubble butt swing seductively as he made
his way across the room.

I began undressing and, as I heard the shower turn on, I realized that I was
going to be naked with him in a matter of minutes and that I would have to be
really careful to keep my prick in check.  I tried the dead cats routine
again, and was limp enough to feel comfortable when I heard him say, "You
want me to leave the water running for you, TG?"

"Sure thing, JT."

I grabbed a towel for him from my linen closet, and when he pulled back the
shower curtain, I had to catch my breath.  His body is gorgeous, but wet,
it's even more awesome with his muscles standing out in bold relief.  I also
noticed two things: first, his dick wasn't completely soft, and, second, he
was checking out my dick as well!  Interesting.

I gave him his towel and as we changed places, our chests and stomachs
lightly brushed together, and I felt an electric charge rushing straight to
my crotch.  I had to turn my back to him and close the curtain as quickly as
possible to prevent him from seeing my rapidly expanding erection.

I quickly bathed myself from top to bottom, with an emphasis on "bottom."  I
ran a soapy finger into my asshole and couldn't resist doing the ol' in and
out with it for a few seconds.  This activity did little to reduce my
erection, so I turned up the cold water and quickly curbed my enthusiasm and
my prick.

I was actually shivering as I turned off the shower.  When I pulled back the
curtain, there was JT, holding a towel for me, as I had for him.  "One good
turn deserves another," he said.

"Thanks, JT," I said with a smile.  He was wearing a pair of CK boxer briefs
and his hair -- all of it -- was still damp.  He looked like he had just step
ped off one of those giant billboards.  I wanted to lean over and lick the
moisture off his nipples, then and there, but I was able to restrain myself.

I quickly patted and rubbed myself dry, and, for about the third time that
day was following his beautiful ass with my eyes, as we entered my bedroom.
I walked over to the bureau, pulled out a pair of white onionskins and, just
to check Joe's reaction, took a little longer than I normally would have to
pull them on.  I watched his eyes in the full-length mirror on my bathroom
door, and they were never above my navel.  This was a good sign, I thought.

I turned on my stereo at a low volume, reached for my beer, took a long gulp
and went to join him sitting on my bed.  Don't get the wrong idea -- at least
not yet - I only have one chair in my room, and it's not too comfortable.  We
were both resting with our backs against the headboard, and I said, "Okay,
Joe, you've been hinting about this mysterious phone call all day...so, give.
What happened?"

"I got an obscene phone call from a dude!"

"NO SHIT!  Gimme details, man...what did he say?"  I thought I already knew...I
spread my legs a bit until my smooth right calf was brushing against his
hairy left one -- electricity, again.

"Well, I was about five minutes into my nightly jack off (I told you, no
secrets), and my phone rang."  Joe and I had both convinced our parents the
importance of private phone lines for their teenaged sons.  "So, I was pissed
off.  But when the guy said 'I wanna eat your ass,' my ears perked up."

"Really?  He said he wanted to eat your ass?"  Okay, so I was playing dumb.
I had to see how he felt first, right?

"Oh, this guy didn't want to just eat it, he wanted to make it a full-course
meal!  He was so NASTY!"  Our legs were now pressing more firmly against each
other, and he was sorta squirming.

"I'll bet your dick stayed hard," I said, like I was teasing him.

Joe blushed slightly, lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Yeah, man,
it did.  The stuff this guy was saying was so queer, but, for some reason, it
TURNED ME ON!"  I looked at his crotch, and he had a huge bulge in his briefs
with a visible wet spot.  I could see his dick throbbing through the cotton.
Now, we're getting somewhere.  Of course, I was hard as a rock too.

"So, what did you do?"

"Tommy, the guy was amazing.  He didn't sound like a queer -- his voice was
deep and masculine; he talked SO DIRTY, and it seemed like he knew just what
buttons to push to get me hotter and hotter.  He got me to tell him that I
was beating off, and said, 'Just imagine I'm there with my tongue digging
deep into your tight asshole.'  I shot off like I've never shot before!"

"I know..." I said without thinking, and unconsciously pressed my leg harder
against his again.  My iron-hard dick was now sticking out the leg of my
shorts.

He jerked his head up and looked me in the eyes.  "You 'know?'  You mean he
called you too?"

I could only smile and nod.  I looked down again and the head of his prick
was completely out of his shorts, resting above his navel with a drop of
pre-cum on the end.  When I looked up again, he was staring at my crotch as
well.

When his eyes moved up to meet mine, he blushed.  I said in a quiet voice,
holding his stare "Yeah!  I didn't stay on the phone with him until I shot,
but I played with my asshole and came three times!  It was great!"

"I didn't think to do that.  Was it good?"

I nodded, "You want to try it now, with me...uh, I mean, jerking off, playing
with your hole?"  I wasn't ready to fess up yet.

He grinned.  God, he's got a sexy mouth.  I wanted to kiss it, but I held
back.  He slowly lifted his hips pulled his boxers down.  Before he was
naked, I'd taken my shorts off as well.  His cock, rock hard, should be
exhibited in a gallery, it's so perfect -- eight inches, thick and so damn
suckable.  I wanted to do just that.

"H-how do we do this?  You're the expert at this 'playing with your ass' thing
..."

I had an idea.  I told him to move to the center of the bed and lay back with
his head propped against a pillow resting on the headboard.  I took another
pillow and had him place it under his ass (I have LOTS of pillows).  I pushed
his legs backward, sat facing him about two feet away with my hard dick
pointing toward his asshole.  I laid myself back and placed another pillow
under my ass.  I then put the soles of my feet flat against the soles of his,
and wiggled down until our assholes were about a foot apart.  With two
pillows under my head, we both had a perfect view of all our business.  His
sweet, hairy ass trench was wide open, as was my hairless one, and both our
dicks were throbbing and dripping.

"Okay, Joe," I instructed, looking directly into his glassy eyes, "let's play
'follow the leader' and don't touch your dick yet. Let's make this last
awhile."  I slowly brought my left hand to my mouth and began sucking and
lapping on two fingers; he quickly caught on and was doing the same.  We were
both making grunting and slurping noises.  I pulled my fingers out of my
mouth and waited for him to do the same I slowly dragged the dry part of my
hand down my chest, stopping to tweak my left nipple, moving on down my
stomach until my hand was just under my balls, with my dick dripping pre-cum
on my forearm.  When he was through with his journey, I said, "Ready, Joe?"

He nodded and at the same time, we began rimming our own assholes with our
sopping wet fingers.  His eyes spread wide, he threw his head back and made a
deep inhaling noise, as his fingers started to spread his spit around the
edges of his hole.  He panted, "Ooooh, I never realized how good that could
feel!  My asshole is hot, man."

"Just wait, it gets better!"  I slowly pushed my wet index finger into by
pulsing hole until it reached my knuckle.  I couldn't stop my moan of
pleasure.  Joe's eyes widened, but he didn't hesitate, and soon he and I were
finger fucking ourselves for the others' viewing pleasure.

I pulled out my digit, and brought it to my mouth again.  "Got a little dry
down there.  Aren't you drying up too?"  He looked up at me, a little
shocked, I think.  His expression quickly changed to a knowing smile.

He brought his out, and, at the same time, we sucked our own ass-flavored
fingers into our hungry mouths.  We were both whimpering, and he was rotating
his hips to make his cock bounce on his firm stomach - I did the same.

After we'd licked up our own ass juices, we began another trip south;
however, I planned a little detour this time.  When our hands were just
reaching our holes, I said, "Step number two, buddy," and I reached across
and touched my finger to his pulsing hole.  He moaned, and pushed his hips
forward until my finger was buried in his ass.  I grabbed his hand with my
right hand and drove his finger home into my hungry chute.

Joe went wild, "OH, SHIT, MAN!  YOU'RE DRIVING ME CRAZY!  GET IN THERE DEEP!
IT FEELS SO GOOD!"

I replied, "YEAH!  FINGER FUCK MY HOT ASSHOLE!"  Two or three strokes later,
I pulled out, and with a smirk on my face, said, "Dry again?"

He knew what this meant and I could see his dick throb at the thought.  We
brought our fingers to our mouths and together discovered the taste of our
best bud's hole.  I heard a hungry, snarling sound and soon realized that it
was coming from me!  I was in a frenzy.  "You taste too good, Buddy.  I gotta
have more RIGHT FROM THE SOURCE!"

I sat up, grabbed his hairy, muscular hips in my hands, lifted his lower
torso and pushed my face, tongue first, deep into his hairy ass trench.  When
I penetrated his hole with my licker, I didn't know which one of us was
enjoying it more.  I was grunting and groaning in pleasure; he was writhing
like a fish out of water.

"OH, TOMMY, EAT IT MAN!  THAT FEELS SOOOOOO GOOD!  GET YOUR TONGUE IN THERE!
FRENCH KISS MY MOUTH THROUGH MY ASSHOLE, MAN!"

I pulled back, panting.  Looking deep into his eyes as I took a few long
licks across the edge of his hole, I said, "Tommy, you taste incredible, but
I can't get deep enough this way.  Let me lay back, you stand up, straddle my
head, facing my feet and squat that sweet hole down onto my tongue."

Less than ten seconds later, I was watching the first ass I'd ever rimmed
getting closer and closer to my face. The view was spectacular -- beautiful
legs, ass, balls and cock.  Joe's dick was leaking and drops were falling
onto my chest; my stomach was already a mess where I'd been dripping too.  I
reached up with both hands and put my thumbs right next to his now-wet hole.
When he was about a six inches away, I pulled outward with my thumbs and his
gaping love hole landed directly on my tongue.

"OH, MY GOD, OH, MY GOD!  YOU'RE SO GOOD AT THAT...DON'T STOP.  EAT MY FUCKIN'
ASS, EAT IT!"  He began bouncing on my tongue, letting out a sexy grunt every
time my oral member penetrated his burning hole.  He may be hairy, but the
skin inside his hole was smooth as silk and the best thing I'd ever tasted.
He reached back with his own hands and pulled those solid cheeks as far apart
as he could.  Since my hands were free, I rubbed his hot sweaty flesh
anywhere I could reach it.  He and I were delirious with pleasure.

"TOMMY, MAN, I'M GONNA CUM!"  He grunted and it felt like his hole was
sucking my tongue as his first blast of lava-hot cum landed on my cock and
balls, followed by bullet-like spurts that hit my stomach and chest.  That
was the only stimulus I needed.  I groaned with my tongue trapped in his
spasming hole and began my own orgasm.  Joe shocked the hell out of me by
diving forward and sucking my erupting pole into his hot, wet mouth!

Pulling back slightly and yelling directly into his sloppy, wet channel, I
screamed, "DRINK IT, JT!  OOOOH, THAT'S IT!  I NEVER WANNA STOP.  DRINK IT!"
When he dropped forward, his gaping hole came away from my face.  I was still
horny, and, for some reason, I got aggressive.  I pushed Joe over until he
was on his back, sweating and panting.  He had a look of bliss on his
cum-streaked face.  I began wiping his spooge off my chest and using it to
lubricate my still-hard prick.  I grabbed his hairy thighs again, lifted
upward, and said, "Hold you legs back, Joe...step number three coming up."

With our eyes locked, I, once again, leaned in and began tongue-fucking his
sweet, tight hole, pushing as much spit inside as I could.  Joe was mumbling
incoherently; he watched wide-eyed as I brought the tip of my throbbing
pecker to the lips of his nether mouth.  I slowly began rotating my hips
until the entire wide head slid inside.  We both were panting, gasping for
air.  Inch by inch I fed him my cock.  I'd never been in anything tighter or
hotter.  When my pubes kissed his hole, he opened his eyes and breathlessly
said, "Oh, yeah...fuck my ass, TG!"

I slowly began rotating my hips, not quite ready for the fucking to begin.  I
was watching his face closely.  When my cock head brushed over his prostate,
his eyes flew open.  Now that I knew my target, I could let the fun begin. I
brushed by two or three more times before I pulled out with only the head
planted in his hole.  I paused, waiting for Joe to signal his readiness.
After a minute or so, he was squirming and I began a slow in and out
thrusting with just the first two or three inches of my pulsing pole.

He looked up at me, wrapped his hairy thighs around my waists and yelled,
"DON'T TEASE ME!  FUCK THAT HAIRY ASS!"  He squeezed tighter with his legs
pulling me forward and driving my dick deep into his clutching hole.  I
leaned my face forward and with our mouths only inches apart drove my tongue
into his gaping mouth at the same pace as my dick.  Pulling back again, I
began to fuck, changing the angle about every third stroke, making sure his
love bud got all the attention it deserved.

As my pumping grew faster, he emitted a loud rhythmic grunt every time my
pole reached its deepest penetration.  I pulled away from his sexy lips
straightened up, placed his legs on my shoulders and with my weight resting
on my toes began to pile-drive his quivering hole.

"OH, JOE, YOUR ASS FEELS SO GOOD.  I'M GETTING CLOSE.  I WANT TO LOSE MY LOAD
UP YOUR TIGHT BUTT!"

"YEAH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARD!  I WANT IT!  I NEED IT!"  His head was flopping
from side to side, his tongue was hanging out and he was driving his hips
back to meet my every thrust.

"JOE, DON'T CUM, I WANNA DRINK YOUR LOAD...OH, OH, OH, I'M SHOOTING!  IT FEELS
SOOOO GOOD!"  I began spraying what felt like a gallon of cum.  I was in
ecstasy!

"I CAN'T HOLD BACK!  I'M GONNA SHOOT.  DON'T TAKE IT OUT!  I WANNA CUM WITH
YOUR DICK IN MY ASS!"

I quickly dropped to my knees again, lifted his hips without dislodging
myself and was just able to get the head of his delicious cock into my mouth
just as his first blast hit the back of my hungry throat.

"HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU DOIN' THAT?  DON'T STOP!  DRINK IT DOWN!"  I must have
swallowed ten times.  I knew that his cum tasted sweet and I couldn't wait to
get some more.  After I had drained him, I first pulled my softening dick
from his ass and then released him from my mouth.  I lowered his legs and lay
my head on his chest.  His nipple was right there, so I stuck out my tongue
and gave it a loving lick and a kiss.  I shifted up and, looking deep into
his still-glazed eye, kissed him tenderly, licking up my cum that was still
on his cheek and pushing into his mouth with my tongue.

After we rested for a few minutes, tightly clinging to one another, our
heartbeats returning to normal, Joe softly spoke, "Something tells me my best
bud's been holding out on me...Well, I tell you what, TG, you're not gonna hold
out anymore, are you?"

"JT, it's a long story and I'll be happy to tell you all about it.  How's
your ass feel, Bro?  Roll over and let me kiss it and make it better."  He
rolled over, and I wasn't in a hurry this time.  I began licking the sweat
from his backbone, slowly working my way down until I was laying facedown
between his spread legs.  I kissed and licked all over both his hairy cheeks,
leisurely moving until I was able to pull them apart and see the target of my
journey, dripping with my spit and our shared cum.

Joe made soft mewling noises as I used the flat of my tongue to lick from his
balls to the top of his crack.  Every time I passed his dilated hole, I would
pause a moment to push my oral member inside and draw a little more of our
essence from him.  Finally satisfied that I had cleaned him up, I moved up
laying my entire weight on his still-sweaty back, my semi-erect tool laying
inside his sweet cheeks just like a hot dog in its bun.

I blew a cool stream of air across the back of his neck and lowered my lips
to his ear.  "Did you like that, pal?  I know we don't have time today, but
you ARE going to return the favor, aren't you?"

He lifted us both, rotated under me, looked into my eyes, and said, "TG, you
bet your ass I enjoyed it!  And I can't wait until I can get my tongue and
dick about a foot up your butt hole.  After that guy called me last night, I
couldn't take my eyes off you today.  I was afraid you'd catch me staring at
your crotch and ass every time a saw you."

I kissed him lovingly again.  "Joe, I was just as busy looking at you...believe
me.  Our obscene caller sure did us a favor, huh?"

He looked over at my clock and realized how late he was going to be getting
home.  Somehow we jumped up, showered together without TOO much funny
business and had him on his way in less than fifteen minutes.

I still had a few hours before the Doc was due, so I made myself a sandwich,
went to my bedroom to straighten my bed, and decided I needed a nap before my
company arrived.  I fell asleep almost the second my head hit the pillow --
visions of cocks and assholes dancing in my head.


(To be continued)