Date: Wed, 10 Jun 2015 02:06:43 +0000 (UTC)
From: Demitiri Symone <demitirik@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dumb Jock 6

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	I slinked down into the backseat of Stephen's car in my drunken
state and just sat there silent, as if I was waiting for the sweet angel of
death. We were heading back to campus from one of the most fun nights I've
ever had. It's not like we even did anything that special, it was just a
simple outing to some random gay club downtown but I decided it was going
to be the night that I just got shitface drunk. I didn't want to have any
sort of control over my body, my words or my night. It would be the one
time where I was completely vulnerable and exposed.

And my god was is a thrilling experience for me.

"You need to drink some water, tiger," Stephen said while digging for a
bottle in his book bag.

"I'll only drink water if it's a back to some vodka, tiger," I replied
back.

"No more liquor for you."

"Why not?"

"You're a fucking lightweight. And you're also kind of a whore but I'll let
that slide."

"What did I do?"

"You danced and kissed a bunch of guys. I mean I danced with some other
guys too but I never tried to kiss any of them."

	I do somewhat remember that. The kissing. I remember the heat, how
crammed the club was and how everyone was just constantly bumping into each
other if they dared to move. I basically stood in one spot the entire night
and just had a swirl of guys, one right after the other. I remembered one
particular guy, he towered over me, dark hair with a few strands drooping
over his psychotically green eyes. The second my eyes met his it was like I
melted, I began to stammer, I lost my rhythm, I was no longer the `cool
guy' in the club – he was. I felt like he looked at me just to look at
me but I wanted him to hang around and to dance with me. I grabbed his hand
and smiled just as it seemed like he was about to pass over me like some
elementary game of duck duck goose. He retreated behind me and at first all
he did was stand there, breathing down my neck. I pushed my ass back into
his lap, he grabbed my hips and grinded his crotch into my ass. I reached
my hands back to play with his hair, he gently grazed my neck with his
thick tongue. I made a motion to get away, he pulls me back in even
closer. It was a nonstop cause and event, everything I did had a reaction,
everything he did had a reaction. There were no awkward pauses or moments
of nothingness, we never stopped moving, touching, licking, or
kissing. Then in an instant, where I simply turned around to see who was
performing on the stage, he had disappeared. I never even got his name. I
became somewhat frantic because I felt the eyes on us, I could sense the
jealousy in the air, everyone hated us but they wanted to be us. Now he was
gone and I was nothing more than some random, attractive gay guy in a sea
of random, attractive gay guys.

	Stephen and I ended up meeting again on the dancefloor and I used
him to erase that tall, dark stranger, who in a way made my night. With
Stephen I truly felt invincible. He was my guy and I wanted him to know
that even though this was one night of showing out with any guy I wanted to
in this club, I still belonged exclusively to him. I unleashed an energy
that I wasn't even aware I possessed. I shimmied, I vogued, I served for
filth, I shook, I craned, I was on an entirely different plane than
everyone else in that club, there wasn't anyone in there who was seeing me
and it was one of the most exhilarating feelings I've ever had. I slammed
down one more fireball and coke then Stephen decided it was time for us to
go. I didn't complain, my night was excellent. On our way out the door I
happened to pass by my tall, dark companion who left me stranded for a
second back on the dancefloor. He never made any motion at me, he just
stared at me with those eyes. Those dark green eyes petrified me yet at the
same time they drew me in. Then it hit me like a damn truck. I knew those
eyes. It was Chuck. The same damn Chuck that so easily disengaged me back
in high school managed to do it again on a dancefloor a few years later. He
was pretty handsome back then but now... Jesus. He blossomed into something
grand.

	I was still buzzing with energy and passion, though. I needed a
release. Someone to take me and be as wild as I am.

"Sorry I kissed other guys," I told Stephen in a whisper.

"It's okay, I know you're still a pretty sheltered and inexperienced kid so
I can't be that upset over it. You did drink a lot and I know what it's
like to just get hammered."

"Why aren't you back here with me?"

"You want me back there?"

"I always want you with me, daddy," I was so asking for it.

	Like, we were sitting in a parking garage and there weren't any
cars close to us. I was drunk as shit, Stephen was definitely drunk
(although not nearly as much as me) so... why not? I watched him stumble
into the backseat and full upon me, I saw something in his eyes that I
rarely see. I saw him furious, I knew he wasn't going to take my loose lips
at the club so lightly. I rubbed my fingers against his lips and he slapped
my hand away. I reached up to kiss him then he pushed me back into the
seat. Would this be the night where he dropped the façade and stopped
dancing so carefully around his own feelings? Since we've been together
I've felt that Stephen put my happiness in front of his own, as he should,
but I wanted him to stop. I wanted one night of him realizing that he is
his own person as well and he needs to take care of himself. I wanted him
to finally put a fucking dent in everything that's been pissing him
off. And by that, I mean I want him to put a dent on my insides. He knows
how I like it.

"Lay down. All the way down, on your stomach," he instructed.

	I was too afraid to be disobedient this early in our rendezvous,
disobedience can wait for later. The car was turned off and it was the dead
of winter, I needed to keep him warm and hard or he wouldn't be happy with
me and this night would turn out to be a bust. As I dropped my head down to
his chest, his happy cock flipped out from under his shirt and slapped me
in the face. For a second all I could do was marvel at this monster that
was facing me, so delicately smooth and thick and long. His balls hanging
low in a clean, hairless sack, looking like two succulent eggs. I opened my
mouth but couldn't muster up the courage to take this thing down, I knew
how Stephen was feeling and I was just... afraid of what was going to
happen to me.

"Did you forget how to suck dick?"

	I couldn't come up with a response. It was an uncomfortable silence
in the air as we just stared at each other. I felt his hands grab at my
hair and I just closed my eyes, opened my mouth and let Stephen do whatever
it was that he was going to do. His thick meat was jammed into my mouth, I
was struggling, I felt like this was my first time all over again. I
started to gag, choke spit was spewing out of my mouth. Then I looked up to
see this oath loving it, his head leaning against the window with a goofy
smile splattered across his face. I didn't want to disappoint him. I ate
that fucking monster until my face was buried in his pubes and I was
breathing through my nose. Once I got that down and was completely
comfortable it was a breeze. I had all 9 inches of his meat resting in my
mouth and I had my tongue slapping frantically at his balls. It took me
some time to learn how to deepthroat and lick balls at the same time but
you better believe it was some life changing shit for Stephen whenever I
did it. I pulled my head back and watched in awe as his cock, draped in my
spit, danced around waiting for me to welcome it back to its warm home. I
grabbed it at the bottom then flicked wrapped my tongue around the head,
slowly jerking it and eventually matching it with the rhythm of my
tongue. I could hear him whimpering in pleasure and nothing turned me on as
much as knowing that I was turning him on. Took a deep breath. Closed my
eyes. His cock disappeared again down my throat, I know I wasn't going to
be able to do this much longer. Don't get me wrong, I love sucking
Stephen's dick but I don't think I'm that good at blowjobs, or I just don't
like giving them for too longer. I much prefer getting my ass pounded. As I
pulled my head back once more I gently nibbled at his tender skin with my
teeth.

"I want it in me, daddy."

"Not just yet."

	I was prepared to reply to that but as I opened my mouth he pushed
my head back down, wrapped his legs around my head, supported his own body
with his hands and fucked my face like some gymnast who was finally
released from the gym. My face was slapping into his crotch, I started
gagging again but he wasn't letting up his grip on me. God, something about
his dick just tasted so marvelous. I swung my arms like mad to let him know
I needed a breath, and still nothing. Instead of slowing down and maybe
giving me a break to compose myself he just fucked my throat even
harder. His pants and shirt were wet with my saliva, the car was rocking
like crazy, the back windows were now steamed up and I didn't want him to
stop (I lose all mental stability during sex). I finally got in tune with
him and now I didn't need a break, my breathing was fine, I was still
drooling all over his warm meat but I know that's just what he wanted. I
ran my hands to cup his firm butt then he dropped to the seat with my hands
still under him.

"Hold on, these clothes are in the way."

	We both stripped butt ass naked and I let out a slight gasp at how
his body looked. The lights were off in the car and all we had was a hint
of light coming in from the garage. It shined right down on Stephen from
his chest to his thighs, they were glowing against the soft white
touch. His strong thighs sitting close together with his massive cock
standing at full attention between them. His chest and chiseled abs
glistening with hints of sweat. I would lick this man, I would fuck this
man, I would do anything this man ever wanted.

"Put it back in your mouth."

	I happily obliged. To my surprise I felt Stephen slide his wet
fingers up and down the crack of my ass, I knew where this was going! I
reached back to pull my cheeks apart, arched my back and squirmed when I
felt his finger begin to poke at my hole. That thing tightens up with the
quickness no matter what Stephen does to it. He loves it, I love it. I
loved how he played on my ass cheeks like they were bongos, just slapping
at them each time harder than the last. He pulled my cheeks apart and I
felt it. Like a sharp wave of all my nerves firing off at once. I took a
moment to realize what was happening and relaxing my body. He slowly pulled
his finger out to the tip then back down it went. As he slowly pushed his
finger in, I slowly pushed my head down on his cock. As he pulled his
finger out, I pulled my head back. It was so cute. I sucked him as he
fingered me. But I wanted more.

"Eat it, daddy."

"On your back, bitch."

	Oh he's getting there. Just a few more minutes until I have him
just the way I want him. I flipped myself over, threw my feet up to the
window behind me, grabbed my cheeks and just stayed in the position,
exposed and waiting for my master to have his way with me. He took my hands
and tossed them to my chest, pulled me in deeper to the seat and then I
screamed out like bloody murder. This fucker! I was expecting his tongue to
hit my tender hole but no, it was a cube of fucking ice. He must have got
it from the bar before we left. It wasn't a bad feeling, don't get me
wrong, but I just wasn't expecting it. He shot his hand over my and did it
again, I squirmed in the seat until my body was finally okay with it. He
held the ice on my hole with his tongue until the thing completely melted
away, then he dove his tongue right on in. I gripped the rear and front
headrests and held on tight while he did all the tricks on me.

	One finger, two fingers, tongue, in and out, slow then fast,
swirling the tongue, rubbing at my prostate, probing around as if he was on
a search for gold (hopefully he doesn't find any). This guy was a highly
skilled ninja down there. It was too dark for me to see anything so
everything different came as a surprise and with each surprise my body
would react more strongly than before, I would squirm, I was moaning
faintly, my chest rapidly going up and down with my hard breathing, sweat
beginning to form on my body, Stephen was turning my hole into his personal
late night dinner. He licked it, he licked every single inch that he
possibly could, and he fingered and licked it at the same time. I tried to
pull away when the pleasure was hitting me harder than I anticipated but
there was no escaping him. He'd just put me right back in my place and go
back to his stride. It was magical.

"Please Stephen... Fuck me."

"What?"

"Fuck me."

	That look. Those eyes. The fury and rage that I've only seen
glimpses of had finally returned. But this wasn't like the past where it
would appear and then vanish in an instant. It remained on his face, it
remained in his look, what have I done to him? Was he really that angry at
me for what I did at the club?

	As he broke his gaze, he broke me. One swift plunge and I had a
violent reaction. I screamed again and tried to pull my body back but his
grip on my shoulders was far too powerful for me to overcome. I looked down
to see that only half his cock was inside me anyway. I looked back up at my
king with the biggest sad puppy dog face I could muster and he returned it
with a smile of pure sadism and joy. I didn't even feel like I was looking
at the same person.

"Slowly, please-"

	All the way in. My scream cut short by his hand covering my
mouth. My ass was on fucking fire. Tears were already forming in my
eyes. He pulled out just so only the head was still inside me and my ass
instinctively wanted to push the intruder completely out but he plunged the
entire thing back in me once more.

"You need to be trained. You're going to fucking learn. Your ass belongs to
me."

	Out. In. Out. In. Out. Pause. In. Pause. Out
halfway. In. Out. In. Out. In. His hand still has yet to leave my mouth but
luckily for me the pain has now subsided and I feel pleasure in this
violation. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in close to me. I
wanted to be his, completely and totally his. I wanted him to cave my ass
out and deposit his seed in me. He quickened the pace. His cock slamming
into my insides as if this was the last time he'd ever have sex. If anyone
was watching all they'd see was a car violently shaking, they'd heard my
muffled moans of passion, they'd hear my bubble ass getting slapped with
strong hands and a strong pelvis, they'd know someone was getting owned in
that car.

	He moved his hand from my mouth and the first thing I did was sink
my tongue into his mouth. He pushed my head into the window rest and put a
tight grip on my throat as he continued his crusade through my ass. One
hand on my throat, he slaps me. He slaps me again. He pulls my hair. He
grabs my shoulders then rails into like a mad man. His thick cock is
absolutely wrecking me far worse than it's ever done before and I love
every second of it. I couldn't even say anything to turn him on more, my
mouth was empty, words refused to be formed. I was basically groaning,
moaning, and panting like a wild animal. He fucked me with such vigor I
thought there was a distinct possibility that I wouldn't be able to walk
properly for a few days. This was a new Stephen. A more animalistic
Stephen. A Stephen that had something to prove.

	And just like that, he stopped.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just need to change positions."

"To what?"

	This kid never lets me speak. He threw me up against the seat so I
was facing the back window and my ass was facing the front window. I braced
myself for more destruction but this time he was surprisingly gentle. He
didn't just jam the entire thing in me this time, he slowly worked it
inside while planting soft kisses along my neck and my back. He jerked me
off during, he licked me all over, he whispered in my ear how much he loves
me and wants to be with me. He was my random cute guy all over again. This
time he was sensual rather than animal. Soft instead of beast. Calm over
vicious. It was as if I was strolling along a beautiful garden in Europe,
with no one around to disturb me, everything was at peace.

	A peace that one can only experience once in life. I was in
Hell. My poor ass was getting ripped apart. He had the pace of a
jackhammer, I kid you not. This guy has a stamina that just does not make
any humanly sense. But it was so, so fucking good. I loved how he tore into
me, I loved how he reduced me to complete submission, I loved how dominant
Stephen was tonight. Gone were the gentle kisses, replaced with hard bites
and dragging his teeth down my skin, everything felt so right. I could
barely see straight. He was doing such a number on me that it felt like my
brain was only concentrating on my ass, ignoring everything else in the
process. I didn't want this to be wholly one-sided though. I know there was
no chance of being able to match his pace but I threw my ass back on his
cock to the best of my ability. Every time he tugged at my hair I'd move to
get away, but that was just to egg him on, to tease him. I loved teasing
Stephen during sex because I know he hated being teased. Whenever I
disobeyed him he'd go that extra step deeper. Yes, he was capable of going
harder but I think we both knew I could only experience that in short,
infrequent bursts. Stephen was capable of doing the hardness that could
actually cause some damage to the area. It feels amazing, for me, but trust
me, it's not something that one should go through often or for long
periods.

	Being with Stephen I always lost my desire to truly fight. To truly
be his equal. But not this time, I wanted to match him. I wanted to go toe
to toe and be able to tell the tale. I was in a daze but not entirely out
of it, I clenched my ass on that mighty meat and worked it better than
anyone he's had before. Each squeeze, each thrust, I had him whimpering for
once. I could barely make out his face but I could faintly see his head
thrown back, mouth agape, he was getting close to the edge and I wanted to
be the one to bring him there, so we could jump together.

	I grabbed him by his chest, threw him on the seat and sat my ass
right on his cock. All the way inside. Balls fucking deep. I took my lips
to his and slowly bounced my ass up and down, still squeezing my ass as
tight as it could go with his dick in me. But Stephen wanted to be the
superior, he reached for my throat but I slapped his hand away and instead
I was the one to put my hands around his throat. He angrily pulled at my
hair and tried to dig his dick in deeper but I wouldn't allow it. Not this
time. I wanted to be just as good as him. I shot up! Then I shot back
down. I did spins. I was twerking. I worked my hips in motions I wasn't
even aware I could do. I laid back so that my head was on the shifter and
still had his dick completely submerged inside me. As hard as I was moaning
and begging for sweet release so was Stephen. I could feel his cock swell
inside me and I knew he was close. I felt my balls churn and there was the
edge I was hoping for. I lunged back at Stephen and quietly moaned in his
ears.

"Cum inside me."

	With each pulse of his cock, I could feel his cum shooting inside
me. His swollen cock pumping out rope after rope. My cock matching his with
each step. I didn't even have to touch my dick to cum, it just happened
anyway. I shot all over Stephen's abs, just as he shot all in my hole. I
collapsed onto him and felt his cock slowly fall out with a loud plop. His
warm cum gently oozing out of my ass. This was by far our best night.

"A plus," I told him.

"As always."