Date: Sun, 17 Oct 2021 00:00:04 -0700 From: Alan Smithee Subject: Matt's Junior Year chapter 1 Comments and suggestions are appreciated at pseudonym.in.my.pants@gmail.com If you enjoyed this story, please donate to Nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ## Matt and Tom's Routine My hole was on fire and I loved it. Tom was standing at the end of the bed, sawing his 7" into me over and over. I was on my hands and knees in front of him, with my face ground into the mattress. "Fuck! Your ass is so fuckin' sweet babe", he huffed. "Gonna make daddy bust early." "Do it daddy. Give me that fuckin' nut", I whined back. "Not so fast", he chuckled. "We've got some time today." Tom slowed down his thrusts and went deep, making sure to bottom out with each stroke. I felt his trimmed pubes clap against my asscheeks as his cock burrowed itself further into my guts. For an instant during each thrust, I felt him skim my prostate, sending a tingle radiating outward. "Uhhhh, fuck daddy. Keep going", I moaned. But I knew from experience he was just toying with me. Tom knew exactly where to aim when he wanted to. His arms came down on either side of me and wrapped around my stomach. The hair on his forearms tickled slightly before he flexed his thick biceps and tightened his grip. I could feel his trail of chest hair against my back, with a thin film of sweat preventing us from sticking together. "You like that baby?", he whispered in my ear. His stubble rasped against the back of my neck. "You like my big - thick - man - cock - stretching your hole?". Each word was punctuated with a deep jab. "Uh-huh", were all the words I could muster. My expression was scrunched up, and I nodded furiously to myself. I spread my legs and let my knees slide out, lowering us both to the bed. The pipe lodged inside me repositioned as we went, pulling out slightly and tugging on my ass-lips. I relished the feeling of Tom's weight on top of me. I felt so protected and so needed beneath him. In this moment, wrapped in his embrace, I belonged to him, and all I wanted was to satisfy him. He deserved it. Tom began to rock his hips back and forth, not fucking exaclty, but applying pressure. The head of his rod was now aimed directly at my spot and he was massaging the hell out of it. Within a few seconds, a familiar warmth and tingle was building inside me, centered where his cockhead wedged against my prostate. The rocking continued and the excruciating pleasure spread with it, rising up into my chest and then out into my arms and legs. It was so intense, I needed it to stop and never wanted it to end. I never got used to this part. "Ennhhhh", I cried, tears welling in the corners of my eyes. "Yeah, that's it baby. Cum for daddy. Show me how good I make you feel." Tom increased his tempo, beginning to pull out a little using short strokes. His aim never faltered, hitting my button again and again in perfect time. My ass clamped down out of my control. "Fuuuck", he sighed. He squeezed his arms tighter around me as if mimicking the sensation. "Your pussy's gonna milk me dry." The onslaught continued for what felt like forever, jab after jab sending sparks out of my groin. My own dick was rock hard too, spewing precum into the sheets beneath us. I had no concept of anything outside my own body. Suddenly there was a break in the rhythm. Tom's fuck became ragged and irregular. Each time he missed, I regained a sliver of myself. I felt my hole stretch just a little wider. "I'm fuckin' cumming! Shiiiiit! Fuckin' take that load!", Tom roared. A new kind of heat filled me as volleys of jizz fired into my guts. Tom always shot a decent load and this was no exception. I shuddered at the thought of his essense filling me. There was a brief pause as Tom caught his breath. His cock jerked a few more times but shot nothing. Then, he rolled us into our sides and wrapped his hand around my still aching shaft. It was coated in goo, so there was hardly any friction. He jacked it as if it were his own, with long, fast pumps through his meatly paw. Each one lingered as it crossed the ridge of my cockhead. A dozen strokes later and I was there. My back arched away from his bulky chest and I frantically thrust into his firm grip. My ass spasmed around his girth. "Fuuuuck! Toooom!", I yelled in a horse whisper. "That's a good fuckin' boy", he encouraged. Ropes of hot cum pulsed out of my dick. The first few splattered onto the sheets near the edge of the bed. The later ones were less powerful, coating Tom's fingers in even more slime. Eventually my rod was left twitching in his warm mit. We collapsed into one another's bodies, breathing heavily. A sheen of sweat coated both of us and the scent of man-sex hung in the air. "I will never get tired of that ass", Tom grinned into my shoulder. "It's a goddamn cock-vice." "Only for that king-sized dick", I replied. I savoured the afterglow with my eyes closed. A few minutes later, Tom took a deep breath and then pulled himself out of our spooning session. His cock, now mostly deflated, went with him. My hole winked in the cold air, and I felt a trickle of cum roll down my asscheek. "Come on. We'd better get cleaned up. Katie will be home in about an hour." Tom extended a hand and pulled me off the bed and out of my post-fuck nap. I ducked into the bathroom across the hall as Tom stripped the sheets from the guest bed. We always used the guest bedroom to avoid leaving any evidence his wife might notice. He preferred to take care of the cleanup. I turned on the large walk-in shower and let the water run for a minute to heat up. The spray bounced off the matte grey tile with a hiss, and droplets flecked the hinged glass door. I avoided my own gaze in the mirror while I waited. I also tried to hold my sphincter closed, despite how puffy it was, to prevent Tom from leaking out onto the bathmat. The warm water was soothing as I stepped into the stall. I closed my eyes and held my face right up to the nozzle, letting the stream flow through my short hair and down my tight body. With a twinge of regret, I relaxed my hole and pushed out a few globs of cum. I liked the idea of keeping it inside me, part of me, but I wasn't willing to risk the mess today. The water quickly carried it down the drain. Still blind, I heard the bathroom door open. I wiped my face and turned to look at Tom through the fogged glass. It was awesome how big he was, even as a silhouette. He opened the shower door and stepped in behind me. "You work fast", I said, turning to face him. "I've had some practice", he laughed. "Must have made that bed a hundred times by now." I took a second to admire him, this man I got to borrow. He was a little less than twice my age, at 37, and a few inches taller than me, maybe 6'1". He had dark hair, which he wore short, and thick stubble around his square jaw, which transitioned into a puddle of chest hair between his nipples. But by far the best thing about Tom was his body. Every part of him, pecks, arms, thighs, and of course, cock, was beefy. His years playing football were obvious, and while he still lifted, fatherhood had added a layer of padding, bulking him up to about 210lbs. "Checking me out?", he laughed again. I realized I'd been leering. "You know I'm usually down for round-two, but you drained my balls pretty good in there." His mouth fell into a satisfied smile. He was telling the truth. At least half the time, while we were getting cleaned up, I'd find myself pressed against the shower wall with 7" of meat jammed into me. That insatiable hunger for my body was one of my favourite things about Tom. He made everything I did feel sexy. "Probably for the best", I sighed. "Mom will be expecting me." I gave his soft dick a few strokes anyway, just to feel that raw masculinity in my hand. He started to chub, and I wiggled my eyebrows mischievously. "Sorry, babe. It's not his call today. I gotta save some for Katie." I tugged at it one more time and then collected the drop of leftover cum from his piss-slit. I licked it off my finger as a consolation prize, savouring the musky flavour. We rinsed off and dressed, and pretty soon I was slipping out the sliding door at the back of Tom's house. "Same time Friday?", he asked as I was leaving. "Text me", I said over my shoulder, and then closed the door behind me. The Andersons' backyard opened onto a neighbourhood park, and I hurried onto the nearest footpath. We preferred this route since it was less conspicuous than the front door. You never knew who might notice something. The moment my foot touched the gravel, I became just another guy enjoying the weather. Or so I told myself. In my head, these walks home were always a wrestling match. Clearly I enjoyed what Tom did to me. How could I not? But there was a nagging guilt about helping him cheat on his wife. They had a kid together for fuck's sake. The first time I mentioned it to him, he'd rationalized that it wasn't cheating if he was only fucking a dude. I wasn't really convinced, but somehow the idea that he had real pussy on offer, and still wanted me, that made it even hotter. I was his secret slam-piece, who got all the loads Katie couldn't handle. And there were a lot of them. I pushed the memory out of my mind. The trip home was brief, just a few streets over. I pulled open the front door and shucked off my flip-flops. "Matt?", mom called. "Yeah, it's me", I hollered back. "How was school? There's dinner on the stove." "Good. I got my history essay back, A-. Thanks for saving me some." I made myself a plate and headed up to my room, swinging by mom's office first to be polite. I couldn't quite put away my guilt from earlier, but dinner, sleep, and a freshly-fucked hole certainly helped. ## Matt Gives Zak a Hand A couple days after my session with Tom, I was swimming lengths in the campus pool. I'd never really gone out for organized sports, but I enjoyed the solo aspect of swimming as well as how lean it kept me. I didn't shave all over, or plan to win any medals, it was just a hobby I'd held onto from when I was a kid. As I was finishing my last length, the lifeguard blew the 5 minute whistle. It echoed for a second in the large tiled space. When I reached the side, I hauled myself up onto the deck and tried to blink the chlorine out of my eyes. This was the last timeslot of the day, so the place was pretty empty, which sucked since I'd been hoping for some eye-candy. Occasionally the water polo team would come in for training, and their chests always stretched my speedo. Tonight, the only swimmer besides me seemed to be a professor. On top of that, the usual lifeguard, a frequent guest in my jerk off fantasies, had apparently traded shifts with a girl. I headed to the showers through the locker room. The pool was in the same building as the campus gym, so they shared the facilities. If I was lucky, maybe there would be some frat guys here for a late workout. The casual way they strutted around the place was so hot, especially when they had a good pump going. Overhearing them brag about their recent fucks was a special treat. Turning the corner into the main locker area, I was totally unprepared. A dozen lockers down stood the sexiest fucking jock I'd ever seen in my life, even counting porn. He was a bit taller than Tom, 6'4" I guessed, and looked even taller because of his auburn hair, which was flicked into a spike in the front. The red continued into a chinstrap that wrapped underneath his long face and contrasted his light eyes. Besides that, there was also an even dusting of hair across his chest and around his pink nipples. He looked to be about 25. His build was what really stood out though. He had to weigh at least 190lbs, but there was barely a trace of fat on him. Every muscle rippled under his pale skin, and popped with definition from the overhead lights. My eyes traced them down to his cock, which, still soft, hung a few inches below his balls. I caught myself staring and my cheeks went red. I hoped he hadn't noticed. I pointed my eyes down to the checkered tile floor, desperate to glance back up at this hunk but not wanting to tempt fate. My hole twitched imagining what he would be like on top of me. I pressed one of the buttons on the wall of the adjoining shower room and stood under the water. It was just a quick rinse to get the pool chemicals off, still wearing my suit. I was about done when I heard footsteps behind me. Nervous, I opened my eyes and got another surprise. The jock was standing at the nozzle next to mine, staring at me and absentmindedly tugging on his manhood. "Hey man", he said. "Think you could give me a hand?" "What?", I stuttered. "Look dude, I need to bust a nut after my workout and I never do that alone." I just stood there, trying to decide if this was some joke before he kicked my ass. No way a guy this hot was coming on to me, definitely not out in the open. Somebody could walk in on us at any second. "Bro, I'm kinda in a hurry here. I know you're into me, so let's cut to you draining my balls." He reached over with his free hand and grabbed my wrist. His palm easily dwarfed mine. I didn't resist, but a surge of adrenaline shot through me and my heart pounded in my chest. He pulled my hand over to his huge jock dick. "Get to it. This is your lucky day." He let go of his cock and wrapped that arm around my waist, sliding my whole body towards him. My skin sparked where he touched me. Unsure what else to do, I took over jerking him. It was awkward at first but after a second I lost myself in the moment. Almost like a spell, everything about the situation dropped away and I knew I was there to make this bro cum. My existence was that simple. To call him big felt like an understatement. His shaft had to be 8.5" long, easily enough for both my hands to wrap around it. The head was a perfect spongey helmet, now dyed an angry purple. As I stroked, a bead of precum built at the tip, and soon my fingers were slick with his juice. "Shiiiit", he hissed. "I needed this so bad. My nuts have been aching since this morning. Feel's fuckin' intense for my heavy sets, but I gotta give the boys their reward." My hole twitched again. Hearing this guy be so crude made me even more eager to please him. "Damn, I bet you've got a sweet pussy on you too. If I had more time I'd take it for a ride." The thought of this dude opening me up set my brain on fire. Tom was a bit thicker, but I'd never taken a cock this long before. I imagined it claiming new territory inside me, painting my guts with thick muscle cream. "Fuck bro, I'm getting close. Don't fuckin' stop." I concentrated my effort around the ridge of his head. My grip tightened and I glided back and forth over that spot, lubricated with copious precum. "Oh shit. Oh fuck. Here it fuckin' comes!" His hips flailed wildly, destroying my rhythm, desperate for more friction. On instinct, I dropped to my knees and pointed his fuck-stick at my open mouth. From this angle, it looked obscenely large, almost scary. I peered up at his handsome face as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back. "That's it bro! Drink my fuckin' jock load!" Rope after rope of white hot spunk erupted out of his cock. The first painted my forehead, and the second caught my check, before I could aim the rest onto my tongue. The next few shots collected there while I watched him shudder in pleasure. I didn't even register the flavour, too focused on the gift this stud was giving to me. When he was finally drained, I kissed his tip to get the last drops and then greedily gulped down his seed. To my amazement, he bent down and kissed me, forcing his tongue between my lips. I was stunned by the unexpected intimacy. He lingered for a moment, exploring my mouth, and it almost seemed like he was searching leftovers. Then, he straightened his shredded torso and pulled away. "Nice work dude", he said grinning. "Catch you again sometime." While still on my knees, face splattered with jizz, he leaned into my forgotten shower and rinsed himself off. Without another word, he swaggered out of the showers and disappeared around a corner. I was left catching my breath. As quickly as I could, I peeled off my speedo to expose my aching dick. Indifferent to the risk of being caught, I grabbed hold and tugged for all I was worth. Not ten seconds later I was riding my own orgasm, propelled by the fresh memories of servicing an anonymous muscle god. As I came back to Earth, I directed the spray at all of our jizz and washed it down the drain. The thought of my sperm mixing with his was surprisingly hot. Then I grabbed my suit and headed to the lockers, praying nobody had heard me, but also that he'd still be there. I found the locker room totally empty, which was a mixed blessing. At least I wouldn't get suspended from the pool for indecency. I was afraid though, that I'd never find out whose nut I'd just swallowed. I didn't need to be. When I opened my locker, there was a hasty note folded on top of my clothes: "Zak 842-027-9822". Apparently I'd been good enough.