Tangled Sheets

by Michael Thomas Ford

  As the last drops slid from my burning slit, I felt his load begin to slip out of my hole as he pulled out. Laying himself on top of me, our sticky skin pressing together wetly, he covered my mouth with his and kissed me deeply.

  “You really should remember to brush after eating,” he said, pulling back and licking his lips. “And I think maybe we need to put you on an every-three-month schedule.”

  Varsity Meat

  Once, while house-sitting in college for a very respectable couple, I discovered an enormous studded dildo beneath their bed (I was vacuuming, in case you’re wondering). Years later, the memory came to me and this story somehow emerged from it.

  Jeff and I had been sharing a suite since the fall term had started in September. It was an odd pairing, I in pre-law and he a phys ed major. I would have loved to have seen the secretary in the dean’s office grinning as she picked through the applications, found the two students the least similar, and assigned us the same room. We were, in fact, different in almost every way. Jeff was from a small steel town in Illinois and a real outdoor boy. He’d played baseball and field hockey in high school and had escaped the stranglehold of his hometown by leading his team to the state finals three years in a row and winning an athletic scholarship to Bradley.

  I, on the other hand, had spent most of my life among the cultured streets of New York’s Upper East Side. The closest I’d come to playing team sports was navigating the subway at rush hour or making the rounds of the parties my banker father threw for his clients and fending off their daughters who, drunk on champagne, cornered me in the coatroom and attempted to find out what was inside my tuxedo pants. I was at Bradley mainly because my father and two brothers had gone there.

  Physically Jeff and I were like night and day. Although my body was tight from gym workouts, I was only five-eight and small boned. With my blue eyes and blond hair, I could have been a poster child for Midwestern wholesomeness. Jeff was just the opposite—a big man with black hair and dark, brooding eyes. His body was hard from physical work, and he wore his strength like a suit of invisible clothes. He stood six-three and well over 230 pounds, and I always used to joke that no one ever told him while he was growing up that taking up that much space was a sin.

  Despite our differences, we got along well. Our schedules rarely put us in the suite at the same time, and when it did we had separate bedrooms and didn’t get in each other’s way. Because of our different academic regimens, we had no classes together, and when Jeff went off to his various team practices, I’d be going off to the library. On rare occasions we hung out together in the living room that we shared, but most of the time we kept to ourselves.

  The problem was that I had become very attracted to Jeff. Ever since I’d first seen him—carrying his big steamer trunk up the stairs single-handedly, his muscular legs and firm ass straining in his hiking shorts—I’d fantasized about making love with him. When he’d taken his sweat-soaked shirt off and I saw the short carpet of hair that covered his chest, I was in heaven. It was all I could do not to drop to my knees and blow him right there as he was introducing himself to me, his massive fingers gripping mine in a solid handshake.

  I sometimes lay in bed in the morning listening to him take a shower, my cock in my hand. In my mind I’d picture him slowly removing his clothes, revealing inch after inch of his hairy legs and the thick cock I imagined hung between them. I’d think of him soaping up his round, firm ass and shoot my load all over my belly.

  It got so that whenever I saw Jeff I’d get a raging hard-on. I’d spy him on campus walking with any one of the many girls who followed him around and feel my cock start tugging in my pants. More than once I’d run to the nearest bathroom and jerked off, spewing my spunk as I thought about sucking his sweet prick. Once I even saw him in the library and pumped a load all over my hand in the back stacks of the periodical section moments before the librarian came around the corner looking for a back issue of Time for a student.

  One day, when I knew Jeff was at soccer practice and wouldn’t be getting back for at least another hour, I snuck into his room. I’d gotten especially horny when I saw him leave in his sweats with the big mound of his cock jiggling in front, and I wanted to jerk off in his room. I looked around to see if there was anything of his lying around that I could use to help get me off and noticed that his closet door was open a crack.

  Opening it, I saw that there was a pile of dirty laundry on the floor. I picked through the jumble of shirts, socks, and pants until I found a pair of his underwear. The elastic was slightly stretched around the leg openings, and there were faint, yellow stains around the pouch. I pushed my face into the crotch, breathing in the rich smell that had been left by Jeff’s cock and balls. The cotton was soft and worn, and I rubbed it over my lips, sucking on the stained material.

  Licking the big jock’s underwear had made my prick stiffen, and I unbuttoned my pants, releasing it from the confines of the denim. It was throbbing with heat, and I stroked it slowly as I fantasized about sucking Jeff’s cock in the locker room after a practice, his balls heavy with sweat, his dick hard and needy. I dreamed of licking his furry armpits and tasting his skin as he pulled on my balls.

  Just as I was getting to the part where Jeff bent me over the changing bench and stuck his fat prick into my asshole, I heard the front door open and slam shut. Jeff had come home early. I couldn’t get out of his room without him seeing me, so the only thing to do was pull the closet door shut and hope he didn’t open it. All I needed was for him to catch me with his underwear in my mouth.

  I had just gotten the door pulled as shut as possible when Jeff walked in. There were so many unwashed clothes on the floor that I couldn’t get it all the way closed, and a small crack remained. Through it I watched as Jeff put down his gym bag, praying he wouldn’t want to add anything else to his laundry pile. He sat on his bed and removed his sneakers, tossing them into the corner. Then he peeled off his sweatshirt, revealing the hairy chest I loved so much. Finally, he pulled his sweatpants off in one smooth motion, leaving him naked.

  His cock was just as beautiful as I imagined it would be. Even soft, it hung far down over a set of heavy balls covered in hair. Jeff must have worked up quite a sweat at practice, because the fur on his stomach was swirled in wet circles, and his hair was tousled as if he’d just left the shower without drying it.

  I thought Jeff would head right for the showers, but instead he lay down on his bed and spread his legs. His hand went between his thighs and he started to slowly tease his cock and balls, rubbing them lazily. He traced his fingers lightly through the bush at the base of his sac. Then he ran them up his groin to his chest, stopping at one of his big pink nipples and pinching it.

  By now his cock was growing hard at a rapid rate. I watched it swell, getting thicker and thicker, stretching across his thigh and rising until it lay flat against his stomach. It was incredibly fat, with a round head that extended out from the shaft like a helmet and ended in a smooth point. The hair on his nuts continued up the shaft a few inches, then gave way to smooth, tight skin a shade lighter than the rest of him.

  Jeff continued to knead his balls with his big hand. His sac was soft and loaded with two of the biggest nuts I’d ever seen, like two eggs in a velvet pouch. As he rubbed his nipple, Jeff put his fingers around his ballsac, stretching it out so that his cock, still untouched, rose up a few inches and then slapped down against his belly with a soft thud. From my hiding spot in the closet I had a perfect view of the action on Jeff’s bed. Watching him play with himself was turning me on, and I was slowly stroking my dick in time with his ball play.

  Jeff opened the drawer of his bedside table and pulled out a bottle of lube. Holding the bottle upside down, he squeezed a thick stream onto his palm. Reaching down, he wrapped his hand around his cock and began to work it up and down, coating his tool with silvery liquid. He stroked his prick slowly, dragging his hand upward until it reached the head, then rolling it over the tip and sque
ezing it before moving back down the shaft. He did this for several delicious minutes, and I watched entranced as he explored every inch of himself. Seeing his fingers wrapped around his cock, the tip protruding from his fist as he jerked off, made my own nuts ache as I thought about what it would feel like to have him in my ass.

  Jeff stopped playing with his meat and squirted some more lube onto his fingers. I thought he was going to resume jacking off, but what he did next took me by surprise. Sliding his hand between his thighs, he brought his feet up to his waist, spreading his meaty ass slightly and giving me a look right into his hole. The tight pucker was pink and clean shaven, a smooth circle in his otherwise furry ass. Jeff rubbed the area with his hand, slicking it with lube. Then he began to rub his ass ring with his fingers, sliding the tip of his index finger in and turning it slightly.

  When he was loose enough, he slid the whole finger in, groaning as he did so. When his palm was flat against his balls and his ass lips were snug around his finger, he began to thrust slowly.

  I was so shocked at seeing Jeff fingering his hole that for a moment I stopped what I was doing and just watched. He was twisting his nipple with his free hand and moving his hips to get his finger as deep inside himself as possible. After a minute, he slid a second finger in beside the first one, stretching himself wider.

  Pulling his fingers out, Jeff reached once more into his drawer. This time he pulled out a dildo that was at least a foot long. Just looking at it made my asshole hurt. Using more lube, Jeff covered the dong in a sticky film, stroking it as if it were his own cock. He positioned its enormous head at the opening of his chute and eased it in. His face was set in a grimace of pleasure and pain as he steadily pushed the massive toy into his bowels, his asshole stretching around its thick pink sides in an obscene grin.

  Jeff didn’t stop until all twelve inches were inside his gut and the end of the dildo was flat against his ass cheeks. I could see that some precum had begun to ooze from his piss hole, trickling down his furry belly. Using one hand, Jeff began to work the dildo in and out of his ass slowly, letting his muscles get used to the invader. He pulled his knees up toward his chest to give himself more room, the cock spearing him right through the center of his ass. As he fucked himself Jeff also took time to beat the real meat between his legs.

  Soon he was moving the dildo in and out quickly, sliding along on a sea of sweat, lube, and the ass juice that was running down his cheeks. He would pull it out until the tip of the head was just inside his hole, lingering for a moment before shoving it all the way back in, moaning as his chute was stretched out by its girth. His big balls hung down on either side of the dildo as it traveled in and out of his hole, moving in time with his hand.

  By now Jeff was lying with his legs in the air, his ass spread as wide as possible. His cock stuck straight up as he pounded it, his balls slopping against the thrusting dildo. Finally, with a loud grunt he slammed the dildo home as a geyser of cum erupted from his dick, exploding into the air and falling back onto his chest in big, hot drops.

  The sight of my jock roommate with a fat cock up his ass and cum on his face was enough to send me over the edge, and I shot into Jeff’s underwear. The force of my own orgasm was so intense that my muscles went weak, and suddenly I found myself falling forward. Because my legs were entwined in my pants, I couldn’t keep my balance. The closet door opened and I tumbled out, hitting the floor with an unceremonious thud, Jeff’s shorts still wrapped around my cock.

  I waited for Jeff to jump off the bed and start beating the life out of me. Instead, I heard him laughing in great deep bursts. “Christ, Tom, that was some entrance. Good thing you didn’t land on that boner of yours.”

  I rolled over and looked at him, the aforementioned boner rapidly sinking into oblivion. “You mean you aren’t mad at me?”

  Jeff grinned. “Hell, no. I knew you were in there the whole time. Why’d you think I put on such a show?”

  I had managed to untangle myself from my pants and was sitting up. Thinking about what I must have looked like falling out of the closet made me start laughing. “Yeah, well, it was a great show.”

  “And it’s just beginning,” Jeff said. “I’ve been thinking about sticking my cock up that tight ass of yours for a long time. Now’s a good time to do it.”

  He was still lying down, and his prick was hard again. As he talked, he was jerking off slowly. The dildo was still lodged in his asshole, and the end rested between his thighs, held in place by the pressure of his weight against the bed. I stood up and was surprised to see that my cock had also filled out once more. My cum had dried on the skin, and small spots of flaky spunk dotted my shaft and head.

  Jeff moved over on the bed and I lay down next to him on my side so that I could see him stretched out alongside me. I still couldn’t believe that I was finally going to touch the body I’d secretly lusted after for the last two months. Like a kid in a candy store, I reached out and grasped his prick, feeling it fill my hand with heat, the vein throbbing fiercely against my palm. It was still slick with lube and cum, and I slid my fingers up it until I was holding the tip, my fingers closing around it as if it were a ripe fruit.

  Reluctantly, I let go and stroked the hair on Jeff’s stomach, moving up his chest, tickling his tits and rubbing the muscles beneath his skin. Leaning over him, I took one of his nipples between my teeth, biting gently on the firm round bud of flesh. Jeff put his hand on the back of my head, pushing my face tightly against his chest. I sucked harder, licking in broad strokes the thick hair around his nipple.

  Running my hand between Jeff’s thighs, I tugged on the dildo, pulling it out an inch or two and twisting it slightly. Jeff responded by pulling me on top of him so that I was straddling his chest, my balls and cock spread out between the hills of his pecs like a fallen tree lying on a forest floor.

  Jeff put his hands on my ass and pushed me forward until my cock was inches from his face. Leaning forward, he took the sticky tip into his mouth, his lips closing around my head in a firm kiss. I put my hands on either side of his head, stroking his short hair and feeling the muscles of his neck move as he sucked me in deeper, washing off the dried cum with his tongue.

  Jeff took in all of me with no hesitation. When my balls were scraping against the stubble of his chin, he ground his face against my groin before pulling back until the tip of my dick was just inside his mouth. He ran his tongue lightly around the head, tracing the edge and then sucking it back down his throat. His mouth felt wonderful, and I loved the touch of his lips and tongue on my sensitive skin.

  While Jeff was sucking my cock, his hands were exploring my ass. He held my cheeks tightly, squeezing them and occasionally slapping my butt with his palm as he pushed me into his throat, his strong fingers rubbing deeply into my muscles. He slid his hand between my cheeks, pushing at the ring of my ass. I relaxed, letting him push inside, feeling small jolts of pleasure shoot through my belly as his thick knuckle plowed past my sphincter.

  Jeff’s finger was so big it felt like I was getting serviced on two ends—my cock fucking his beautiful, rugged face while my hole was being filled from behind by his big hand. I rocked back and forth as he fingered me roughly with two and then three fingers, stretching the walls of my shitter and massaging my hole into a frenzy.

  Removing his fingers, Jeff inserted his thumb into my ass, his fingers tugging at my nuts. As I’d pull out of his mouth he would push in with his thumb, keeping a steady stream of pleasure running through my body. Nearing the brink, I started moaning above him, excited by the thought of pouring my load down his throat. Instead, Jeff let my cock fall from his mouth and pushed me back.

  When I felt the tip of his prick against my ass, all of my jerk-off fantasies ran through my mind. Many times I’d imagined how thick the shaft would be, how the head would feel sliding into my chute. Now it was lying beneath my cheeks, hard, insistent, and very real. I leaned forward a little and slid against its length, feeling the head push against my bal
ls and exit between my thighs, watching as our pricks rubbed against each other.

  Jeff was worked up from the fingering he’d been giving my hole, and I could tell that he wanted to have his meat buried in my ass. I was just as steamed, especially when I recalled the load he’d shot fucking himself, the remnants of which now made sticky smears on my ass cheeks from sitting on his chest. I reached behind me and lifted Jeff’s dick until it was positioned tightly against my hungry butthole. Easing back, I sat on the fat head, wincing as it tore into my tender ass. Even the fingering he’d given me couldn’t prepare me for the ramrod that was hammering at my door.

  Despite the pain at his thickness, I wanted Jeff deep inside me. I held my breath and pushed back, sliding him into me quickly, groaning as the walls of my shitter expanded to accommodate him. I’d never had anything that big up my butt before, and it was an amazing sensation. I could feel the head plowing deep into me, pushing its way through my insides.

  I was amazed when I felt my ass touch Jeff’s bush. I had probably ten inches of thick man meat inside me. The fact that it was Jeff’s made me even more excited, and I had to stop myself from coming on the spot. Jeff’s eyes were closed, and he was smiling slightly. His knees were pulled up, and I rested against them. Pulling myself forward, I began to ride Jeff’s horse cock, letting the inches slip in and out as I twisted his tits.

  As Jeff’s head slid over my prostate, my cock jumped and oozed precum until I was drooling with the stuff. Jeff took my cock in his hand and began to beat it in time with my motions. I squeezed my ass muscles tight, bringing groans from his throat. Then, remembering that the dildo was still buried deep in his butt, I reached behind me and found the end. His hole was still slimy with lube and juice, and it was easy to pull the dildo out a little, especially since his legs were already raised to support me. As I fucked Jeff’s ass, he began to thrust harder, his hips moving in time with mine, burrowing into me deeply.