Date: Wed, 25 Dec 2019 09:41:38 -0800
From: duclebout@gmail.com
Subject: His Ass

His Ass

	I wasn't flunking out, but it was close. Some bright bulb had
decided that the entire freshman football team should room together on one
hall in the jock dorm. It worked for our summer practices when we didn't
have classes; for me, it was much tougher when classes began.
	I'm not stupid, but I'm not a genius either. On our floor we had a
few golden boys who sailed through every obstacle, getting TDs and As along
the way.  Some guys scraped by as history majors, football being the only
thing they cared about. A few would drop out, a few would sign with the NFL
early.
	I was an engineering major, which was hard for me, but exactly what
I wanted to do. Engineering and football were my two loves. My problems
centered around the life in the dorm. There were hall hockey games at
midnight. The Bug and the Bear, two notorious card sharps, fleeced the jock
halls in turn before they turned to the richer frats. A continuous bridge
game went on for weeks. The noise level in constant and intense. My
roommate was the star quarterback and a gold-level party animal. And a bit
of an asshole.
	Finally, the coach and the RA on our floor (a linebacker who had
blown his knee out) had a meeting and decided that, for my own academic
good, I should be moved off the Freshman team hall, out of the jock dorm
altogether. I enthusiastically agreed, for once knowing what was best for
me.

	The Old Union was in transition from dorms to administrative
offices; there were only about six or seven rooms on the second floor that
still served as doubles, each with the luxury of a private bathroom with
shower. My new room was the last in the row, with a good lake view and
utter silence. The furniture didn't fill the biggish room; bunk beds hugged
one wall, and the requisite dressers, desks, and chairs were scattered
around. I immediately disassembled the bunks; I hate bunks, and there was
plenty of room for the two singles.
	No sign of my roommate, which didn't bother me at all. I unpacked
and lined my textbooks on my desk, ready for work. But mainly I just
reveled in the silence.
	The door opened, and Denny dropped a pile of library books on his
bed; I was resting on my bed, hands behind my head, almost napping. I got
up.
	"Hi, I'm Bob." Hand out.
	"Denny." Firm shake. " You moved the beds."
	"Hope you don't mind; I hate bunks."
	"No problem for me. I was wondering who would get the top bunk."
	"Neither is a good answer."
	Denny pulled off his jacket and tossed it on his desk chair. I
suppose I'd better describe him, as this is a sex story. He was about six
feet tall, not built, but solid in his polo shirt and jeans. Black hair and
a full, handsome face framing wide-set deep black eyes. What looked to be a
heavy beard. I'm three inches taller, forty pounds heavier, in full jock
mode. I work out every day, as well as practice and games, so staying in
shape is not a problem but still always a challenge, mainly for finding the
time.
	We chatted a bit as he organized his books and papers. A dual
French-English major. Prep school in Switzerland, which was odd. Sports
were skiing and skating, so he was athletically unoccupied that fall. I got
the impression that he was deadly serious about his classes, which made a
nice change and fit in with my idealized view of myself.

	Then he grabbed a few books, loaded them into a green bookbag, and
headed off to the library. He came back at around 11; I had just gone to
bed with my English One reading. I sleep nude, but I was covered up to my
chest. Denny stretched and unpacked his books; I saw that hey were in
French, so I turned back to my stupid text. He washed up and brushed his
teeth but didn't shower. He sat on his bed in gym shorts and read some
more. "Big lights out?" he asked. "I'm still going to read for a few
minutes, if that doesn't bother you."
	"Fine with me. You can't imagine the pleasant difference between
this room and my old dorm."
	I started Mrs. Dalloway again, for the fourth time. Then I gave up
and tossed the book towards my desk. It missed, and I got up to fetch it;
it landed by Denny's bed. "I hate this shit."
	"Not Mrs. Dalloway. It's fabulous, one of my favorites." He leafed
through it, then turned back to the beginning. "`Mrs. Dalloway said she
would buy the flowers herself.'"
	Denny had a beautiful voice, clear and deep. I sank back into
bed. Not wrestling with the printed letters on the page, I was able to
concentrate on her words and sentences, and Denny had me converted by the
time he stopped, maybe twenty pages in. We switched off our reading lights,
and I saw Denny in the dark slip off his gym shorts.

	Life was good. We continued undefeated, and my living situation was
sweet. Denny and I both had meal plans at the same eating club, so we often
had breakfast together. Lunch and sometimes dinner were team events for me,
but we arranged our study times so we usually were in the room and studying
all evening. Some days, I had to watch game films, or he went to the
library, but we had fallen into a relaxed and comfortable routine.
	Indian summer. It was hot, and I showered again as soon as I got
back to the room. Calculus lay ahead. Now that Denny was reading my English
One texts with me, I liked English, for the first time ever. But I was
barely holding my own in Math. Our problem sets grew scarily more difficult
each week. I kept up, just. Wrapped in just my towel, I lay on my bed. My
calculus book and my problem set were arranged on a pile of football pads
on the floor at the head of my bed; odd, but comfortable. Denny came in and
went right to the shower. I was gnarled up on the first question in my
problem set and getting nowhere. He came back wrapped in his towel. He
pulled it off to dry his hair and bushy pits, black and thick. His trunk
was smooth, but he had a very full thick black bush surrounding a good dick
and low-hanging balls covered in fur. He was circumcised as am I. He turned
around to get his shorts. His ass was hairy, thickening in towards his
crack, the hair continuing down his legs from his ass. He pulled his shorts
up. "You've got a hairy ass."
	"I know. And a smooth chest. It's like I'm two different people,
one further along the evolutionary trail. Oh, well." Back to reading on his
bed.
	"Jesus Christ. Fuck."
	"What?"
	"I just can't do this shit."
	"What shit?"
	"Calculus." He got off his bed and ambled over to me.
	"Let me see."
	"So don't tell me you know calculus as well."
	"Oh, yeah. Le Rosey was a nightmare school, but they did manage to
teach the few of us who cared. Oh, differential equations. Hate them. The
fun doesn't begin until analytic geometry. You can get your teeth into that
shit."
	"Fun? Really?"
	"Here. Give me your pencil. Move over." I sat up and handed him my
pencil. My towel fell off as I sat up, but I didn't pull it back. My dick
stretched from my trimmed brown bush over my right thigh. I do have a very
big dick, pleasingly so in locker rooms where it's always a bit
show-and-tell. Big shaved balls rested on my bed. Denny say next to me and
we swapped the pencil back and forth, working out the hellish equations,
until we had finished the problem set.
	"Finally. Thank you." I stood up and stretched my arms up.
	"Your dick is big."
	"Yeah, I'm just a big stupid jock, young, dumb, and full of cum."
	"I never said anything like that."
	"But you must feel it. Mrs. Dalloway, now calculus..."
	"Don't be purposely dense. Go to bed." He switched his flight off,
as I did mine. I heard him snoring, but I was awake a long time.

	We grew more casual about nudity in the room. I was used to it,
football and all: my other home was the locker room. Denny took a couple of
weeks to seem comfortable hanging around naked, studying at his desk or on
his bed, or just walking around. His hairy ass was still a sight. It stuck
out nicely, and both cheeks were furry. His asscrack was a black jungle.

	One afternoon I hobbled back into the room, still in my full
uniform, grass-stained helmet under my tired arm. My cleats clattered on
the linoleum floor.
	Denny asked, "Jesus, what happened to you? You look rode hard and
put away wet."
	"Scrimmage with the varsity is what happened. The whipped us, me in
particular." Denny was in his shorts,reading Proust. He watched me strip
off the sweaty uniform and pads and jock with cup and toss them into a
corner. My shower was long and hot, but I could feel my muscles knotting up
in pain from the pummeling I had taken. I shaved and felt a little more
human when I flopped on my bed, drying myself with my damp towel. "I feel
like creamed shit."
	"You look more human after your shower. Turn off the big
lights. God, your legs are bruised. I still don't know how you can play
that barbaric game."
	"Spare my your soccer shit." I lay down full-length on my
stomach. I tried to shake off the beating I had suffered, but I still
hurt. "Come here. My shoulders are killing me. Rub them for me?"
	"Sure." He sat on my ass and put his hands, much stronger than I
expected, on my shoulders. Porn-movie massages usually consisted of some
dude spreading oil gently, gently over the prone dude until he homed in on
the dick and balls. I wasn't thinking about sex; I hurt too much.
	"Mmmm."
	"You OK?"
	"You're good at this. Ow. Keep pushing hard, it feels good." He
grabbed one arm in both his hands and deep-massaged my bicep. I shook that
arm out, feeling better, and he went to work on the other arm. "I might
live."
	"You'll be fine. You want me to keep going?"
	"Don't you dare stop." He scootched down a bit and went to work on
my back, his hard pressure seeming to pull out the pain. I finally
relaxed. His hands skipped over my ass and went to work a little more
gingerly on my legs. He treated each foot to deep massage; the ease seemed
to rise like a kind of warmth throughout my body. "This is working. Keep
going. Do my ass." He scootched up a tad and started on my ass, putting out
his deepest pressure yet. "Take your shorts off." He paused for a second
then tossed his shorts onto his piled-up inform and pads. "I can feel your
bush."
	"OK?"
	"OK. Better than OK." He pushed my ass cheeks together, then
apart. I opened my legs a little. I could feel the air on my naked
butthole. He rubbed his thumb over my asshole, then pulled my cheeks wide
apart. I felt his beard rub against my butt hairs, then his tongue circled
my butthole before he dove in and kissed my asshole with his lips and
tongue fighting to get inside. "Keep going." I thought he was trying to
disappear up my butt; it felt fine. After a few minutes of this new bliss,
I said, "I'm going to turn over; Do my front?"
	"Sure." I turned onto my back. My big dick was at full-mast,
sticking up over my navel. "Jesus. You're huge. I've never seen such a
dick." He reached over and touched it, sending a spurt of precum out my
slit and down the head into my navel. He grabbed both my pecs, rubbing my
hard tits with his thumbs as he massaged the muscles below.
	"I want to fuck."
	"I can tell."
	"Can I fuck you now?"
	"I don't know; I've never been fucked before. It's too big, maybe."
	"Your dick doesn't think so." I tugged once on his rock-hard
erection, getting a handful of black pubes for my troubles.
	"OK. But take it easy." I got up, erection pointing straight out,
and I pushed the two beds together.
	"Get on your knees. I'm going to do you from behind. I don't want
to see your dick or your face. No kissing, no hugging, no lovey-dovey
shit. I want to fuck."
	"So you say. One favor. Get some lube, please, and try to relax my
hole... Oh, one more favor: cum in my mouth."
	I put my big hands on his tight ass. The hair felt funny, but
good. I gave him a little of his own massage action on his butt to loosen
him up. "Yeah, I can do that." He groaned. I pulled out a bottle of
Vaseline Intensive Care from my gym bag on the floor. I pulled his ass
cheeks apart, as he had done mine, and I stared hard into the deep black
hole. I licked his hairy crack wet, splitting the hair into two
sections. His dark-red asshole blossomed before me. Remembering how good it
felt on me, I kissed his butthole, pulled the loose hairs out of my mouth,
and then I went to town, rimming him like there was no tomorrow. I felt the
rank animal magnetism of his hole pulling me in harder. I greased up my
hand and added it to the mix. At first, he clinched tight shut, then opened
up to let one finger in. I let it lie there until he seemed to be getting a
little more relaxed, when I began to move it slowly in and out. Another
groan; I might have hit his prostate. I massaged his whole butt with the
lotion and then tried two fingers.
	"Ow. That hurts. I don't know"
	"Relax, you'll like it. Yeah, you'll know you've been fucked, but
what the hell." My hard dick was begging for attention; I carefully lubed
it up, resisting the urge to sink it into his mouth right then, not tugging
on it at all as I super-greased the head. I rubbed the hot hard head
against his greasy asshole, pushing gently.
	"Oh, man, that really hurts."
	I pushed the fat head of my dick harder against his tight ring of
muscles. "Bite the pillow; you're loud." I pushed again, and the head
popped into his ass. He yelped into his pillow. I knelt there, feeling his
warmth engulf my dick, then I pushed another two inches into him. Another
yelp. I pulled out until just the head of my dick was trapped behind his
sphincter. Then I pushed in again, maybe four inches this time. He felt
good. I slowly half-fucked him, each push being met my a grunt from him. I
stopped for a minute, and I felt his ass squeeze tight around my dick. I'd
never been so hard. I grabbed his hips and pushed in hard, all the way in,
until I bottomed out; I could feel his ass-hair around the base of my
cock. He was louder than ever, so I pushed his head deeper into his
pillow. "You ready to get fucked?"
	"mpmph."
	Again I pulled almost all the way out and then buried it back in,
root-deep. My short pubes ground his asshole. Out again, then back in. Now
I felt his prostrate getting hit by every plunge, and his grunts changed in
tone. I set us up in a long, steady fucking motion, banging into his
prostrate every time. Slowly I speeded up my pounding, until I was
rabbit-fucking him with just the first four inches of my dick. He was
quiet, pushing back at every stroke, until I let loose with the full, long
strokes again and fucked him as hard as I could. He seemed to open up even
as his ass tightened around my dick. I could fuck like this forever, but I
knew I would be coming soon. Faster now, right up to the brink, the I
pulled out and flipped him over onto his back. I shoved my red dick head
into his mouth and shot 6 or 7 blasts of cum right down his throat. He
swallowed like a champ and sucked me dry. I pulled my dick out of his
mouth. One little dribble of cum rolled down my still-hard dick.

	"I'm still hard." He rolled over and stuck his hairy ass up into my
face. His asshole still was wide-open, and I pulled his butthole back over
my hardon. Right in. Now I could feel the smooth, tight, warm channel of
his inner ass caress my dick. I filled him right up, and we both collapsed
onto the bed, me still inside him.
	"You want more? I still want to fuck more."
	"Yes. More." He stayed flat on the bed, his legs apart, as I slowly
fucked him again, slowly at first, then gradually speeding up into a nice,
deep rhythm. No real urge to cum again quite yet, so I was surprised as I
felt the cum shoot out again, this time into his ass. I pulled him upright
on the bed. My hot cum squeezed out past his hairy asshole and sopped into
my pubes and down over my big smooth balls. I kept my dick deep inside
him. I reached around and grabbed his hard dick. I gave him about three
strokes, and he came like a firehose, plastering his face and chest. His
cum ran down his smooth chest into his black pubes.
	We both collapsed flat again. My dick still hard and still in
him. "You all right, babe? Did you cum good? I fucked you, and I loved
it. Do you like my dick inside you?"
	"You jacking me off might count as lovey-dovey. Babe." We laughed.

	Our beds stayed pushed together. One Friday morning, the maids who
came in to change the sheets found us entwined and naked. They didn't bat
an eye, and our sheets were changed when we were both in class.
	I fucked him every day, sometimes after practice, more often at
night. He loved the taste of my cum. I blew him a few days in to see what
the fuss was all about. I got a mouthful of black hair, and his cum tasted
weird, but I got used to it. With that asshole so close, he never got the
chance to blow me when I could fuck him, but I would let him have a few
sucks now and then. I was too big to enjoy head. I would often finish my
fuck with making him cum, maybe in my mouth, maybe between our two bodies,
drying as we fell asleep.

	There isn't much more to this story. I dropped out when we lost my
first game on the varsity. I joined the Air Force and was stationed in
Alaska. I got married, but it didn't last. I lost track of Denny, but I'll
never forget his fine, hairy ass.