“Fuck, that’s good,” he muttered as Jay began to take over.
Jay knew what guys liked, he knew when to pull back, when to take it all, when to tease the tip and when to lick Karl’s nuts. Karl looked down at him and smirked; he ran one of his hands into Jay’s blonde hair and began to thrust deep into his mouth knowing full well Jay could take every inch that he was offering. He pounded his face over and over, watching Jay’s eyes water and feeling his saliva breaching the edges of his mouth and running down Karl’s thick shaft.
As Karl pulled out Jay gasped, he looked up panting for air, he loved every second that Karl took over and had imagined just-that several times on his lonely nights but now came the part he’d really been waiting for. As the two stared at one another they both knew what to do next but waited on the other to start the process. Finally Jay began to get up, he turned onto all fours and then buried his head into a pillow, arching his back so that his ass was waiting in the air but let his hands cave so that the front of his body was flat against the sheets.
“Fuck me,” he muttered back to Karl.
Karl looked at the sight before him, a beautiful, slender man with a smooth hole waiting to be taken – begging to be taken.
“Please Karl, I want it,” Jay repeated, his words making Karl harder than he’d ever been before.
Karl got closer to Jay, running a hand over his smooth hole and gently sinking a finger into him. Jay moaned, pushing back so that more of Karl would enter him, he wanted it badly and he was sick of waiting. Karl placed another finger into him and then another, he thrust all three deep into Jay’s welcoming body as far as he could and watched as Jay moaned and cried out for more. He’d never seen a man get so turned on before.
“Fuck me,” Jay repeated again, his whole body trembling as he anticipated that thick, juicy shaft entering him.
Karl placed himself behind Jay, kneeling against him, holding his thick, dripping dick with one hand and using the other to spread Jay’s firm cheeks apart. His cock was covered in Jay’s saliva making it easy to slide the tip into the tight hole. The moment he did Jay screamed out with a mixture of pain and pleasure, Karl wasn’t sure which one was the more dominant feeling.
“Are you alright?” He asked Jay as he hesitated to push in further.
“Keep going!” Jay begged.
Karl did as Jay asked and pushed further inside of him, forcing every inch deep into Jay’s hole and stretching him more than any other man ever had. Finally he felt his body collide with Jay’s, his entire nine-inches planted deep inside of Jay who trembled before him.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Karl moaned as he pulsated inside of Jay.
Jay bit down on the pillow, turning his head and looking back at Karl who moaned as he began to pull back out a bit, Jay readied himself, reaching down and grabbing his shaft, he’d imagined this moment a thousand times but nothing could compare to the real thing.
The first time Karl thrust back into Jay he hit his sweet spot causing Jay to lose all control, he threw his head back and howled, moaning with joy as Karl was taken aback by his reaction.
“Am I that good?” He laughed.
“Again, please!” Jay begged to feel Karl hit that spot again.
Karl looked at Jay, he loved the sense of control he had, the power he held over him, and he loved how Jay had become his in the moment, his pleasure solely relying on Karl’s actions. He couldn’t think of anything hotter than having someone need you the way Jay needed him in that moment.
Karl thrust again, hitting Jay’s sweet spot and causing the same reaction. Once he’d realized that Jay wasn’t made of glass he began to pound him harder and faster, holding his hips with both hands and digging his nails into him, watching his frim, bubble-shaped ass wobble as he took the entire length of Karl’s dick over and over.
Karl pulled Jay back by his hair, forcing his back against his chest and then he reached down for Jay’s shaft and began to jerk him off as he continued to pound his ass. Jay turned his head, kissing Karl as best as he could, a wet, messy kiss that left saliva dripping down half of Jay’s face but that only made it hotter. Karl was too focused on pounding Jay’s tight ass to care about anything else, he just wanted to keep hearing Jay tell him he was the best.
As Jay felt himself getting close Karl pulled out of him and threw himself into the sheets, his back up against the headboard, holding his shaft with both hands.
“Get on it,” He ordered Jay and Jay obeyed.
Jay planted both feet either side of Karl, lowering his body like a squat onto Karl’s thick, pulsating member. Karl got impatient, placing his hands on Jay’s shoulders and forcing him down onto his dick causing Jay to cry out as the entire length slid inside of him.
Karl smirked as Jay’s eyes watered, he grabbed Jay and pulled him in for a kiss, keeping his face close to his own as he reached down to grab his firm cheeks and rapidly began to pound his hole again.
Jay didn’t even have to touch himself anymore, he was so close, he felt like he’d burst at any moment. He looked at Karl trying to smile as best as he could, he kissed him and muttered into his ear -
“Cum in me,” which sent Karl into a frenzy of fucking, wanting desperately to do just that.
As Karl picked up the pace Jay couldn’t hold on any longer, crying out and bursting with little control across Karl’s abs and large chest. Karl laughed as he watched Jay shoot, knowing full-well that he’d caused it and smiling proudly at himself for doing so. A part of him might have been afraid that he wouldn’t be able to please a man the same way he had women because of a lack of experience but Jay had proved him wrong.
“Fuck!” Jay cried out as he continued to burst, his sack tightening until every last drop of his seed had been shot out.
“You’re so good at this,” He muttered as he tried to catch his breath.
“Yeah?” Karl was still smiling proudly at himself.
“Yes, you’re the best.”
“Say that again,” Karl grabbed Jay and looked at him, pounding him fast and hard, pulling out every inch only to ram it back in again.
“Tell me no other man can fuck you like I can.”
Jay smiled, leaning in close with barely any energy left and mumbled into Karl’s ear.
“I’ve never had a man fuck me like you, I love taking every inch of your huge shaft, please cum in my ass Karl,” his words were weak but they were enough to cause Karl to begin exploding.
Karl moaned and cursed loudly, his chest rising and falling, his breath taken away, he felt his hot, white fluids shoot deep into Jay’s tight hole, filling him until there was no more room and falling out of the sides. He continued to pound him well after he’d done shooting, making sure to bury his seed deep into Jay as if he was marking his territory until finally he was spent and he gently rolled Jay off of him and onto the sheets.
Neither of them had enough strength to say anything worthwhile but neither of them had to. Jay curled up in Karl’s arms and they both drifted off to sleep together awaiting the final day of their journey.
Batter Up!
The sound of a hard projectile impacting leather preceded a puff of dust and the umpire calling, “Strike three. Yeeeeeerr out!”
The stands erupted. People were on their feet shouting, cheering and throwing things in the air. “This is the third no-hitter thrown by pitcher Reed Calloway this season. This is a young man to keep your eye on!” The announcer’s voice boomed through the loud speaker.
Alex plucked the ball out of his mitt, tossed it in the air and caught it again before tossing it into the bin with the other game balls. He pulled off his catcher’s mask and grinned at Reed, giving him a thumb up and winked before joining their teammates in a congratulatory pile up. Reed was going to lead their school to a championship and Alex was sure he’d head to the Major League in the not too distant future.
The team settled down a few minutes later and lined up for the post-game handshake with their opponents as both teams left the f
ield. Once in the locker rooms there were bottles of champagne to be dumped over Reed’s head, reporters who followed the NCAA Leagues waiting to get their interviews, general rough housing and pandemonium.
They’d have a little bit of time off, other than practice and workouts, then the championships would start. For now, however, it was getting showered after the interviews and Alex was sure celebrating was in order.
“Hey, Calloway, there’s a pack of willing young women waiting for us at The Rooster,” one of the guys came running out of the shower waving his limp junk around. “You gotta come and help your brothers out.”
Alex stood in front of his locker, it was two down from Reed’s locker and offered Reed a little shrug.
Reed moved his pitching arm in big circles and drawled, “Naa…sorry guys. The only things I’m hitting tonight is the ice packs and the books. No way am I going to be one of those pro ball players that’s always on the news cause of booze and drugs.”
Reed’s head was subjected to some rubs and his back was pounded on a few times as the locker room slowly cleared out. None of the other guys really objected or gave Reed a hard time. He almost never joined in the team post-game revelries. This city was a sports town, pro, college and high school, it was all good to the fans. Alex, Reed, and their teammates were college athletes, many of whom were heading to a pro team.
Women loved and wanted them. Men loved and wanted them. It came with the territory. Alex knew the real reason Reed didn’t go, he was gay. That wasn’t public knowledge and as far as Alex was aware he was the only person who’d realized it. Reed didn’t keep it secret, he didn’t advertise either and it certainly wasn’t Alex’s place to intervene.
Reed was a great guy and a good friend. They’d been friends since freshman year despite being what most people would think of as opposites. Reed was a typical college athlete. He was intensely competitive—a real in it to win it man—and going to school on a sports scholarship, about to earn a business degree. Alex had no scholarship, he had student loans and was an art major. He and Reed often speculated about opening an art gallery after graduation with their combined skills.
Alex waited while Reed finished dressing, positioning himself so he could get a good view. Reed was an inch or so over six foot, a tiny amount taller than Alex. He was a pitcher, so badass arms, killer shoulders, a waist that tapered to his hips and long legs. There was nothing unusual about him as far as a ball player was concerned. Dark red hair and blue eyes set in a freckled face Alex thought was very handsome. He’d sketched Reed more than once and always told himself he watched the man because of purely artistic interest.
Uh huh. Sure.
Alex turned away and sat down, more to hide and adjust his cock that had perked up and taken notice than to retie his shoes. He was straight. He’d had a long string of girlfriends, hot girlfriends, since middle school. Women liked him and he never lacked for a date. His light brown hair, streaked blond in the summer months and green eyes had a certain appeal to the ladies and he was a baseball player so enjoyed the body that came with regular participation in sports.
Straight, straight, straight, Alex chanted in his head. Except his friend’s smile melted his heart and his cock apparently hadn’t gotten the memo it wasn’t supposed to be interested in Reed. Alex had checked out other guys extensively with none of the results as when he eyed up Reed. Alex wasn’t gay.
Then again maybe he wasn’t as straight as he thought.
On a daily basis his head filled with more than one fantasy about going on a date with Reed. Alex had certainly jacked off in the shower enough with Reed in his head. In fact, that was likely the plan for tonight.
Alex reminded himself again—he wasn’t gay.
The problem was he had a gigantic crush on his friend—unrequited love?—and he wasn’t supposed to know Reed was gay. Though why it was a secret Alex wasn’t sure. Hell, even pros in all sports were coming out. He doubted it would make much of a difference. Maybe it was because of Reed’s family. There was no way for Alex to find out without confessing he knew Reed wasn’t straight. Or, for that matter, that Alex might not be the straight guy he thought he was either.
Reed nudged Alex’s back with his elbow. “Wanna get a bite to eat?”
“I… uh…,” Alex stumbled over his words, caught off guard.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Reed slapped the back of Alex’s head as he walked by. “You drive.”
“The Steam Engine?”
“Hell yeah,” Reed said.
“Best burgers on the planet,” they chimed together.
Pushing through the doors to the parking lot outside, Alex inhaled deeply. Reed smelled clean, spice soap and freshly laundered clothes. As they walked the back of Reed’s hand bumped Alex and he wondered if it was intentional or purely happenstance. Alex’s car was one of the few left in the lot. He hit the button on the remote and popped the trunk so they could deposit their equipment bags inside. Alex was silently patting himself on his back mentally. He’d scored a private celebration with his friend. That was a feat he managed every day or two.
The Steam Engine was a restaurant and bar. They specialized in local microbrew beers and gourmet burgers. The inside was decorated with wooden paneling polished to a soft warm luster. In the section where Reed and Alex liked there were booths of the same wood and heavy wooden butcher block top tables. The hostess, Cheryl, smiled and nodded to them. Alex and Reed were regulars.
“Booth?” Cheryl asked.
“Yes, ma’am,” Reed said as they followed her to one of the back booths. Alex wondered if Cheryl thought they were a couple. She always made sure they had a quiet spot in the back. Or maybe it was because she was a college baseball fan and knew Reed would like to eat with a minimal of fuss from other patrons.
Alex spent a moment considering what it would be like after Reed signed on with the Cubs or Giants or whatever MLB team drafted him. They’d sweep into a restaurant, one with valet parking, amongst the crowds asking for Reed’s autograph. Shown to the nicest, most private table in the place, Reed would slip one arm around Alex and kiss him with gusto and passion right there. Reed’s voice whispering his name over and over…
“Alex!” Something thumped the table and Alex jumped. Reed snickered. “Where you been buddy? It sure wasn’t here.”
Alex sat straighter, put both hands on the table and looked around. “Um….I….”
“What beer do you want?” Cheryl asked and flipped her hair back, leaning her weight on one foot.
“Whatever is dark and on tap,” Alex muttered.
Reed grinned and kicked him under the table. “Smooth.”
“What?”
“When you check a girl’s derriere out you shouldn’t zone out so much that you miss what she says when she talks to you.”
“I wasn’t checking out her anything. And she wasn’t flirting she was taking our order,” Alex said.
“I never said flirting.” Reed smirked. “So, you were checking out my ass?”
“You’re sitting on yours. Whatever. And it was only our drink order,” Alex retorted. He picked up the menu and held it in front of his face, huffing a breath he leaned back and pretended to ignore Reed.
“You always order the same thing,” Reed said.
“I might find something better.” After a minute he lowered the menu and peered over it. “The special looks good.”
“Uh huh.” Reed hooked one finger over the top of the menu and pulled it down.
Alex’s mind wandered off on its own again. Reed pushed the menu all the way down. Reaching out he swiped that same finger over Alex’s lips. Then he pulled his hand away, kissed the tip of his finger and repeated his move. This time his fingertip slipped between Alex’s semi-parted, much too dry all of a sudden, lips.
Fingers snapped in front of Alex’s face. “Really? What is with you tonight? If you’re going off to some other world you might want to invite a buddy along,” Reed said.
“I’m just ti
red. Sorry,” Alex mumbled. Sure, Reed, you want to be in my head with all my thoughts of how we make out right here in the restaurant. Alex offered a lame smile and sipped the beer Cheryl showed up with, her timing was perfect.
Reed nodded wisely and said in a low, mellow voice, “A good dinner then bed and you’ll feel better.” He went back to the menu. Reed got different dishes every time they came here. Alex was sipping his beer and gagged on it at Reed’s statement. Looking up Reed asked, “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Alex squeaked.
Reed shook his head and took a drink from his glass. “Sixty-nine looks good.”
“What?”
“Dinner number nine… the blackened Cajun burger. What did you think I said?”
“Don’t know.” Alex turned the menu over. “I think my allergies are screwing my ears up.”
“Hmm.” Reed turned the menu over. “You like a big sausage?”
Alex spit his beer all over the table. Reed set the menu down and picked up a napkin, taking a few minutes to wipe the table top clean. His tapped a spot on the menu. “Big sausage. See? Right here.” He leaned forward and Alex could swear he leered and asked, “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Nothing. I’m good. Fine as a matter of fact. What makes you ask?”
Reed shook his head and went back to studying the menu. “Dude.”
Alex slurped half his glass of beer in one go and shifted in his seat. Cheryl came back for their orders. Reed went with the Cajun burger and Alex had his usual double patty cheese burger with the works.
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