It was Blake's sophomore year in college. He had worked hard this first semester with class and lab work and had been hitting the gym a lot too. Working hard to keep his muscular physique and balancing the beers and parties. He had always been tall and lean through high school, but his body had been slowly changing through the summer and fall months of this year. All that work at the gym had paid off and he loved to walk around campus in his tank top and work out shorts. He purposely bought them a size smaller than he needed, and the fabric stretched thin over his body.
Not much of him was left to the imagination. His biceps had swollen with all the heavy lifting he had been doing lately and his pecs were twice the size they were last year. They bounced a little when he walked and he enjoyed watching the guys, girls and professors glance down at them when he made his way around campus. They also paid close attention to his ass. It had also doubled in size since last year. Blake's massive globes jiggled with every step and were held up with a set of thick muscular legs which were slightly covered in light blonde hair that matched his head. Heads turned and envious eyes followed him constantly. Blake also had to where a jockstrap. He was well endowed and sported a thick mound of meat beneath his tight shorts. A tight white jock was the only garment that he found could contain his bulge. Each fiber hanging on and the seam running up the middle of the pouch straining to conceal him.
Although his glory days of being a quarter-back for his high school football team was a distance memory, he was still a popular stud on campus. Blake had decided not to join any of the college teams and focus on his biology degree. That left more time for extracurricular activities. On top up all of the regular college activities and working out, Blake worked most weekends at local bar off campus for extra money. He had moved off campus this summer to a house with some other guys and was bunking with a fast buddy from freshmen year, Maxwell. The extra money from work helped with most of his share of the rent.
Max, as his buddies called him, was the same age as Blake and was a linebacker on the college football team. Max stood a few inches taller than Blake at 6'-4". His dark black skin completely opposite of Blake's sun kissed white body. Max and Blake had met in their first Bio Lab and were assigned as partners. They bonded over football, working out and both being muscular studs around campus. Most of freshmen year they spent a lot of late nights together doing lab work, studying, partying and just hanging out in each other's dorm rooms together.
Max had broad shoulders and massive biceps to match. He too liked to show off, and usually wore and team branded tank top and workout shorts around campus. He had away been muscular, even as a teenager, but his years of daily workouts and football practices had pushed him to almost bodybuilder status for only being a sophomore in college. He kept his hair trimmed closely on his head and his body was smooth. He loved how the lack of hair made his muscles pop. He and Blake flexed and compared themselves in the gym mirrors after spotting each other on the weight bench. Both jokingly discussing all the pussy they were going to get afterwards.
"Let's get you one more set in before our run back to the house." Max said as he hovered behind the weight bench. "You are going to need another set if you want to have arms like mine." He flexed his biceps and and they plumped up almost looking like the size of footballs. Max flashed a smile as Blake sat on the weight bench lowering down into position on his back. He looked up at his friend with his deep blue eyes and saying "Alright you, no need to get cocky...too late!" Blake let out a giggle as he stared up at Max's bulging shorts.
"Hey you know I can't help it...working out always give me a stiff one." Max chuckled smacking Blake's chest. "Just for that I'm adding more weight!" Max picked up the bar, Blake wrapping his hand around the bar, hands touching Max's, they began to count of the lifts. With each raise Blake was getting close to muscle exhaustion. It was getting harder and harder to lift with each upward thrust. "Come on my boy, you are almost there...just a few more." Max leaned down over Blake, stepping in closer and spreading his tree trunk legs further apart to steady the weight bar in case Blake's arms gave out.
Blake looked up and Max's bulge was just above his forehead. "Come Blakey boy...two more...one...two." Blake's muscle's were screaming and he lifted the bar a final time as Max relieved the weight and helped him place back. "Come on blondie, you are making me late for practice. Let's jog back home since you have to work tonight." Max smacked Blake's pecs and they stretched their tank-tops over their sweating muscles and headed out the door.
Blake joined Max at the gym most days and they both loved to run together around campus barely dressed to show off their physiques. Heads turned as they ran through the quad to reach the street off campus where their house was. "That student worker at the gym desk nearly had her tongue out when you walked by Max." Blake said as he tried to pass Max and run single file as they reached a narrower part of the sidewalk. "Think she was looking at you stud." Max shouted as he fell in behind Blake. Max couldn't help but feel proud to have a great wing man and friend like Blake. As he followed, he watched as Blake's shoulder and back muscles flexed with every sway of his arms. His giant glutes vibrating with every impact of their feet on the concrete. He thought to himself, being friends with Blake had worked in both of their favors all summer when they were at a party to stayed close to each other. All the ladies loved a blonde, blue-eyed boy and the muscular linebacker. Him and Blake had stacked up quite the body count over the last few months.
Sharing a room at first had been a little awkward, but both of them were used to football locker rooms, so quickly found a rhythm that worked for them. They had both had seen each other change by the end of the first day and fuck a hot chick by the end of the week. On few occasions, if they had a particularly slutty sorority girl in their room, they would spit roast her and high five each other as they came. What more could he ask for in a friend? Max asked himself. Blake and him even were interested in the same type of girls. Given that mostly was because they both were ass men at heart.
As Blake rounded the corner at their house Max couldn't keep his eyes of Blake's ass. His tight tank top riding up his back showing Max a glimpse of Blake's blonde peach fuzz trail just above the waistband of the jockstrap that was poking out from Blake's shorts. Damn, his cock was aching and thinking about fucking asses was not helping. He kept trying to adjust his cock's position as his strong thighs moved back and forth on the sides of his crotch.
They both slowed their pace as they reached the small two bedroom, single story bungalow that they shared with two other guys from campus. Blake stopped at the porch and put both of his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath. His ass out and back arching as he stretched slightly. They both stood for a moment before heading inside, sweat glistening on their skin.
"Sucks you have to work tonight man. I would have been great to hang out after practice."
"Yeah, sorry man, you know my money is tight."
They both went inside passing through the living room towards their room. "Hey muscle heads." their housemate Jake said as they walk in the front door. "At the gym again, I see." as he sat on the couch with his Bio book on the coffee table, taking notes. Jake also met Blake and Max freshmen year. He, like Blake, played sports in high school, but decided to break from that schedule and focus on academics in college.
Jake ran track and cross county back then and still maintained his lean runner's body. He didn't frequent the gym as much as his housemates, but often tagged along with them when they ran around campus. Jake had decided not to shave his beard all summer and had recently had his haircut and was sporting a magnificent mullet that Max constantly gave him hell about.
Jake was from a rural area south of town and grew up farming and fishing. His housemate's affectionately naming him the "Hick" of there group. His backwards cap was hiding his hair this afternoon and he comfortably sat in his sweats doing his Bio homework.
"Hick!!!!" Max yelled has they came made their way across the room. "How's your day been buddy?" Blake said as he stared down at what Jake's book was opened up to.
"That test is on Monday...right?"
Jake looked up rubbing the back of his neck, "Yeah it is going to be a tough one, I think. Have you guys even studied yet?" Blake looked over his shoulder at Max who was chugging a glass of water at the kitchen sink. They both said in unison, "Sure we have." and busted out laughing.
"What am I going to do with you guys?" Blake flexed his arms above his shoulders and kissed his bicep..."Had to get a workout in before my shift tonight." He glanced at the wall clock over the small corner fireplace. "Shit, I'm going to be late."
"Damn me too...and Coach said I'd have to run laps if i was late today." They both jogged to their bedroom door in a frantic pace. Their large feet impacts shook the old wood floor beneath where Jake sat. The two reaching the doorway at the same time and trying to fit their sweaty jock bodies through the door frame with a loud thud.
"Jesus, you two...always playing grab ass is why y'all are always late. Don't knock the fucking wall down...it's like living with a couple of horny bulls in here!" Jake said rolling his eyes and attempting to get back to his work.
The two laughed and Jake's ranting while squeezing inside the room. Blake was backed up to Max's chest and couldn't help but notice his friend's bulge pressing against the back of his shorts. It was only a brief moment, but his thought he felt a couple of throbs as he attempted to pass thought the gap as Max stood still.
Once they got into the room they quickly began to undress, not even bothering to close the door, Blake removed his sweaty shorts and tank top, striping down to his jockstrap and was looking for his favorite button-fly Levi's. Max removed his sweat soaked shorts hurriedly searching for his practice shorts with only his team tank-top and a white jock strap on.
"Have you seen my Levi's"
"Have you seen my red shorts?"
Jake had a clear view of them from the couch. The house was small enough that both bedrooms shared a wall and both doors opened up to the living room and kitchen area. He was happy to get out of the rowdy dorms and glad he had made friends with Max, Blake and his roommate Mark. He looked up and couldn't help but be envious of their well defined bulging jock bodies as the two fumbled around their messy bedroom.
"You two are helpless!" he shouted across the house and dove back into his Bio book as Max located his shorts.
Max turned to face Blake's side of the room looking down to slip the shorts over his foot. Blake was on his knees with his arm under his bed. "How the hell did they get under here?" Blake said stretching his right arm further under to reach his jeans. His fat white jock ass spreading wide as his sweaty jock straps framed around his furry cheeks. "Nice ass Blakey." "Shut-up, did you put my jeans under here?"
As Max lowered his leg into the shorts his foot caught on the waistband and he stumbled forward. Tangled in his shorts, he fell like a dead tree in the forest. Arms out straight, his hands hit the side of Blake's mattress. All 240 pounds of his linebacker body falling quickly as his knees hit the floor just shy of his roommates feet. The force of his fall sending his face careening into Blake's sweaty crack. The jock's blonde buns enveloping the linebackers face.
Blake froze momentarily, but then tried to back out from under the bed, pushing his ass back even further. Max was trying to gain his bearings, but his friends ass valley was intoxicating. He found himself getting lost in Blake's jock butt abyss. The mix of sweat and scent of Blake's hole was making Max's mind race.
Finally coming to his senses he tried to push away from the bed. His face soaked with Blake's ass musk. He blinked his eyes as Blake sat up on his calves in front of the bed. Max kept looking down at Blake's ass. He could just make out the top of his pink hole that was surrounded by a light tuff of blonde fuzz. "Sorry I fell...I didn't mean to... ahh...faceplant into your ass." Max sat in the floor dumbfounded. Blake rose to his feet and turned to face Max. His jockstrap crotch was almost eye-level with the linebacker who was still on his knees. "No worries big fella." Blake grinned looking down at Max and extending his hand to help him up.
The front door of the house swung open as Mark walked in. His eyes locking in on the two half-dressed jocks. "You two finally decide to tie the knot?" Mark chuckled out, then looking back over his shoulder to laugh towards Jake.
Mark was a short and stocky business major. He was hairy all over and on the college wrestling team. His Italian roots made him quick witted and a bit of a wise ass, which meshed well with the 3 stooges, as he lovingly call his housemates. Mark and Jake became fast friends when they were roommates in the dorm freshmen year. Mark had wrestled since middle school and won a state championship in his weight class before starting college. He was only 5'7, but what he lacked in height he made up with in brute force.
Easily taking down opponents with his strong legs and wide shoulders. Just getting home from practice, he had walked home and left his singlet on, just pulling his shorts over them so he wouldn't be as obscene when he walked through the quad from the athletics building. His shorts barely concealing his hairy basket and plump butt.
"You should have seen them earlier." Jake said as the two sweaty jocks looked back towards Mark.
"Shut up man...we are late." Blake said as he pulled on his Levi's and tugged to get them up over his cheeks. He hopped slightly to force his peachy mounds beneath the fabric as Max looked on. His ass filled these jeans out nicely and he started buttoning them up over his crotch. It was damp from his run, but no time to change the jockstrap now. It was going to get sweaty at the bar anyways, he thought. He struggle to button the fly over his plumpness, but the last button easily snapped at his trim waist.
"You alright there Max?" Mark said looking at the linebacker dazed and still on his knees while he pulled the straps of his singlet down his arms, exposing his sweaty pecs and abs covered in a thick matte of black hair. He pushed the tight spandex down to his waist to cool off.
"He fell a second ago...and had quite the fall." Jake said with a giggle.
Max stood and pulled up his shorts. He guessed that Jake had seen him face first in Blake's ass, he would never hear the end of that from Jake now. Blake sat on the bed and pulled a pair white socks on followed by black converse sneakers on to his feet. He went to grab a fresh tank for the night from the dresser. Pausing to pick at color...black it will be. "You okay man?" He asked Max as he laced up his practice shoes. "Yeah man, all good." Max spit out as he was still thinking about what had just gone down.
Max grabbed his bag and he and Blake slapped Mark on his ass as the passed him walking out the door.
"Later fuck heads!" Mark yelled as they stepped off the porch.
"Catch ya later Max." Blake called out as he went right towards work and Max went left back towards campus. "Have fun at work." Max shouted back. Blake strutted down the sidewalk towards the bar called the Rusty Screw. It was only a few blocks down and he enjoyed working there. He had gotten good at throwing drinks together and made a ton of cash in tips.
The bar was normally jammed with locals and bikers on Friday nights for pool and there was usually a live band most weekends. Blake got numerous long gazes when he wore a tank top and his tight Levi's to work. His back pocket full of phone numbers by the end of night. He always took them, even if they were from a guy, but normally never called any of them back. He did utilize the ones from chicks, but nothing ever serious came from those one night stands. He wasn't looking for anything serious these days.
Max slowly made his way to the practice field. "Almost late Max." the assistant coach said has he smacked Max's ass cheek. "Most likely balls deep in a bitch." the quarterback joked. Max didn't really react, if they only knew that he was really nose deep in Blake's ass just a minute ago.
The team lined up and started running drills. Max's head wasn't in it. He was glad they didn't have a game tonight. His eye's kept lingering on his teammate's backsides. All he could think about was hairy jock ass. What was wrong with him. He licked his lips and swore he could taste Blake. His cock swelled in his jockstrap. "What the fuck is with you man?" he mumbled to himself.
****
Blake stepped into the rear door of the bar and made his way to the bar to check the bottle levels and glasses. He chopped some limes as a few blue collar men made their way in to sit at the bar. They were followed by leather clad biker. "What can I get for you guys?" Blake said flashing a crooked smile as the biker started to remove his leather gloves.
"I'll take ah Bud." one guy said. "Same." said the other. Blake grabbed a couple of mugs and pulled down on the beer tap handle. He placed the beers in front of the two workers. "Let me know when you are ready for another." and shifted towards that biker. "What about you, sir?" "Um...a whiskey on the rocks, chap." the biker said gruffly. Blake didn't remember seeing this particular biker in the bar before he thought as he grabbed a glass. He turned to reach for the whiskey..."Jack okay, man?" Blake said looking up towards the biker. "That will be fine boy."
Blake reached up to the shelf that the bottle was on. His shirt sliding up his lower back had his arm stretched up. The two workers were jabbering about some shit with their boss man, but the biker watched as the young bartender's jockstrap peeked out of the top of his tight jeans. The top of his muscular cheeks and two perfect back dimples on full display.
Blake grabbed the bottle, swung back around, placing the glass in front of the biker beginning to fill it. He sported a close shaven beard and had dark brown eyes beneath his leather cap. He had to be a least thirty Blake thought, and he couldn't help but notice that he filled out his leather jacket nice. Blake had always paid attention to fit men. He would compare his own muscles to theirs.
The leather stretched tightly over the biker's shoulders and became taunt when he reached forward to wrap his big digits around the whiskey. "You from around here mister?" Blake said trying to make small talk. "Nah just passing through."
"Shit...sorry man." Blake said as he realized he had been not paying attention to the pour and spilled some on the biker's hand. "No worry." he said as he brought his hand up and licked the whiskey from it. He kept his eyes locked into Blake blue eyes, slowly licking the length of his finger clean of the whiskey.
For a moment Blake was hypnotized with the biker's action until the bar door swung open again and a rush of town folks came shuffling in. Blake zipped around behind the busy bar for a few hours tossing bottles to thirsty patrons and showing off as he usually did. He would pour a few more whiskeys for the biker and a few times felt him watching him as he worked.
A few ditzy ladies pushed their way to the bar. One ordering a martini. Blake poured the ingredients to a shaker and began to toss the drink around. Flexing his arms in the process as his pec's bounced. He looked down the bar to see if anyone may need anything and the biker fella was looking directly at him.
He smiled, nodded his head down and his hand dropped below the bar to adjust himself through his leather riding pants. Blake quickly averted his eyes back to the lady as he poured her drink from the shaker. "Thanks cutie!" she said turning disappearing into the crowd of people standing around the bar.
****
"Max...what the hell is wrong with you man?" the coach yelled as Max found himself standing far from the rest of the team on the field. "We are over here...wake up!" Max jogged over and huddled up as the coach went over a few plays. "Alright guys get some rest tonight we have to meet here a 8...a...m tomorrow morning to catch the bus to the away game with State. 8am! Good practice boys."
Max decided to head to the locker room to take a shower before going home. Maybe that would clear his head some. He had spent most of practice day dreaming and thought a hot shower and maybe a quick wank of his cock would relax him some.
Pushing the door open to the humid locker area he started to strip loose of his sweaty practice uniform. He paused at his locker and sat on wood bench in his jockstrap and reached down to remove his cleats. He had not paid any attention to any teammates that were already in the locker room when he came in, but that was usual.
As he removed his damp socks he eventually began to pan the room. A few jocks in various states of undress met his wondering eyes. He found himself staring a bit too long at their muscular butts as they flexed and jiggled while they changed at their lockers.
Max could feel his cock stiffening again and he quickly stood and turned to face his locker starting to remove his jockstrap. Forcing the waistband down the length of his big linebacker cock. It reached the fat tip and his dick sprung up slapping his navel. He looked down and his cock spit a big pearly drop of pre-cum out and it slowly leaked down the underside of his shaft.
He stared down at his cock as it levelled out parallel with the floor. It looked particularly veiny today, like it was going to burst. It was throbbing. He could feel his heart thump in his chest and hear the beating in his ears. He had to take care of his cock fast. No way he could walk home with this fat one leaking down his leg. He looked back over his shoulder. The team quarterback and kicker stood talking to each other as they redressed to leave. Wish they would leave, Max thought to himself. He had never been embarrassed about having a stiff cock in the locker room before. In the past he would have walked straight to the shower without covering himself, but today something was different.
He had never been this hard in the locker room. All he could think about was Blake's pink hole. How it looked almost like a girl's pussy, how it smelled and felt against his face. He kicked the jock off his feet, quickly grabbing a towel and hurried to the showers. "You alright Max?" the kicker asked as he saw Max awkwardly cover himself and walk past them without making eye contact. "All good, man...ah see ya in the morning."
The two smaller sized footballers watched as the tall linebacker disappeared around the corner of the lockers. The quarter back slapping the kicker's arm and pointing at the linebacker's big mounds of ass cheek as they bounced out of sight. They smiled at each other as they buttoned their polo shirts.
Max hung his towel on a hook and stepped into the large communal shower area. The shower room was tiled on three walls with 4 stainless shower stations in the center of the room. Each stand having four shower heads. His large feet hitting the cold tile floor, he proceeded to the one furthest back to have a little bit privacy.
Turning on the water and stepping into the warm cascade he tried to let his muscles relax and recover. Grabbing a bar of soap from the stainless tray on the column he lathered his dark skin. The shower area started to get steamy as the water quicky heated up. Max used his hands to rub the bar of soap across his chest and abs, slowly making his way down to the base of his thick cock.
He rolled the bar of soap around the base and placed it back in the tray then gripped his cock with both hands. Both large hands barely contained the length and his cock head was at the end of this palms under the hot water. He began to stoke slowly.
Thinking of the last cheerleader he had fucked a few nights ago. She had left her cheerleading skirt on while he had buried his cock into her mercilessly. He liked hearing here beg for more of his big black dick. He kept stroking desperate to release and desperate to get what happened in his bedroom with Blake off his mind.
He closed his eyes thinking of the cheerleader as he quickened his strokes. His heavy balls flapping against his thighs as he wildly twisted his hands around his veiny monster.
The curious quarterback and kicker were lingering in the locker area and heard light smacking noises radiating over the sound of the shower water. They both treaded lightly back into the shower room and stood at the edge of the tile. Silent, they watched as the big linebacker took care of his big wet cock. Their hands finding their own zippers, they both pulled out their inflating dicks and began to silently stroke themselves as the watched the giant linebacker through the haze of steam.
Max, eyes shut tight and unaware that he was being spied on, had his hands around the waist of the cheerleader and was slipping his cock into her tight pink asshole. He pulled back on her and buried his cock balls deep as he began to thrust roughly into her ass. His hands reaching up to her shoulders. They were larger than he had remembered. He pulled on her blonde hair and pumped vigorously into this ass with all his might. "She" looked back at him, but only it was not the hot cheerleader from the other night, it was his friend Blake looking back at him. Max pumped harder into Blake's velvety pink jock hole. He felt his balls aching like they had never ached before. He could barely hang on.
His two teammates, cocks in hand, watched as the linebacker moaned and stroked his soapy meat. The kicker took his other hand and slipped it in the quarterback's back jean pocket, squeezing his ass cheek through the fabric. The both quickened there strokes and climaxed throwing their college jock cum across the shower tile with echoing splats.
Max gripped his cock as hard as he could and felt his cum start to paint the insides of his best friend's ass. "Fuck Blake...your pussy is so tight...I'm going to cum!" he shouted as he came in his friend's abused hole. His cum hitting the tile floor as he released his cock and grabbed on to the stainless column weak at the knees.
His onlookers stared at each other in disbelief as they zipped up and quickly retreated back to the locker area. Max's chest was heaving as he regained his senses. He opened his eyes to watch his nut swirl around the drain as the water washed the soap down his back and into his ass crack. "Did I just cum thinking about Blake. What the hell!"
He shut off the water, grabbing his towel and wrapping it around his waist after busting one of the biggest loads he could remember. He walked back into towards the lockers to see the quarterback and kicker sitting by their lockers.
"Um hey guys...didn't know you were still here." He quickly stepped towards his locker unzipping his bag and pulling a clean set of clothes out. "Yeah Max, we were thinking about grabbing something to eat, would you like to go get some pizza?" one of them said as Max, back to somewhat normal, dropped his towel and started to get dressed. He pulled up a fresh white jockstrap on stuffing his soft cock into the pouch and adjusting himself.
The boys looked on amazed by the size of Max even soft. It was bigger than their white cocks, even when they were hard. "Nah, thanks guys, but I think I am going to go home and hit the sack."
The kicker let out a slight giggle as he said "Ok big man, see you on the bus in the morning." They shuffled out, talking quietly, but Max couldn't make out what they were saying as the locker room door closed shut. He pulled on a new pair of running shorts, pulled a tank over his chest, and slipped on his shoes and started to walk back to the house. His mind was still on Blake. He couldn't shake the image of his friend, ass up in a cheering skirt, with his cock plunged deep into his perfect pink pussy.
****
The night was nearing a close and Blake had lost track of his observant biker customer in the hustle of the service. He was ready for last call and hadn't had a break all night. Drenched in sweat, smelling of smoke and booze he was ready to get off. The band had packed up and there were a few stragglers milking their beer bottles and carrying on not wanting the night to end.
Blake filled the last buss bin with dirty glasses and hauled it around to the back where the dishwasher was. He placed it on the counter and the bar owner slapped him on the back and said "Head home kid, I'll lock up. We can wash this shit up when we open tomorrow." He didn't have to tell Blake twice...he headed out into the back alley and started his short walk back to the house.
As he reached the main sidewalk, he saw a man sitting across the street on a Harley. It was pitch black expect the glow of a dim lamppost, but he could see that the shadowy figure had lit a match and began to light a large cigar. The tip of the cigar glowing orange brightly in the night. Blake turned left at the end of the alley walking past the front of the bar, just at the Rusty Screw neon sign flicked off.
"Hey barkeep..." the dark figure called out towards the college jock. Blake turned in his direction. The man stepped into the dim light of the streetlight. A cloud of cigar smoke clearing to reveal the leather clad whiskey drinker from the bar. "You need a ride?" He said as the cigar hung from his lips. Blake shifted his feet and sticking his hands in the top of his pockets, looked both ways, and walked towards the stranger. He stepped up on the sidewalk and leaned on the street light pole. "I appreciate sir, but I'm just a few blocks down on Elm...and you probably shouldn't be driving anywhere man." The biker looked Blake up and down and puffed his cigar a few more times saying "Oh come on, live a little." through the cigar smoke. "Maybe next time man...I'll see you around." Blake said as he smiled at the biker and turned his back to walk home. His tight jeans riding up into his ass has they clung to his sweaty cheeks. The biker chuckled and watched as the big butted jock bartender walked into the darkness. He could only grab his leather bulge below his belt buckle as he sucked a big inhale from the cigar. He mounted his Harley and sat momentarily before cranking it.
The thought of folks lusting over his jock body as he bartended tonight had him horny as hell. He couldn't wait to get home and find a dirty magazine and rub one out before bed. As he walked he massaged the side of his cock through his pockets. It was thick and sweaty. By the time he got home the jockstrap he had been wearing all day and night would be soaked with his pre-cum. He couldn't wait to get home and take his tight Levi's off. He heard the biker's motorcycle roar to life, looking over his shoulder to see it slowly drive past him. The biker throwing up his leather gloved hand in a slight wave as he increased speed down the street.
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"Ok I'm done. I can't study anymore tonight." Jake said closing his Biology book and tossing it on the coffee table. Mark flicked the t.v. off and sat up on the couch. "Look at our sorry asses. Hear on a Friday...you studying...me no plans at all. What has happened you us man?" "At least I'm not still in a singlet. Can't believe you are still wearing that." Jake said shaking his head. "Yeah I should probably shower before bed." Mark said as he raised his arm and took a whiff of his furry armpit. "Jesus...I'm ripe." jumping to his feet and headed towards the bathroom.
Jake couldn't say anything else and watched has his friend walked across the room. He looked at his watch..."Damn almost midnight...I have to get some sleep man." He said as Mark closed the bathroom door slightly. He and Jake had lived in close quarters sharing a dorm room last year and knew pretty much everything about each other.
Mark had become his best friend and they had come to do most campus activities together. As Jake was thinking about how lucky he was to come to college, not knowing anyone, and lucking out to get a good roommate. He heard Mark's piss hit the inside of the toilet just before the tub water turned on. "Damn man...raised it a barn...shut the door!" Jake said as he stood up from the couch.
Mark chuckled as he gave his cock a few flicks as the last bit of piss bubbled in the toilet below. He rubbed his hairy stomach with one hand and tugged at his furry balls with the other. Mark hadn't gotten any action in a while. He had trouble getting most girls to take his cock once they gave him a hand or blow job. He was as uncut, thick as a beer can and just as long. Once their arms got tired and their mouth was defeated, many wouldn't let him attempt having their pussy destroyed by his dense pecker.
He pulled his wrestling singlet down kicking it across the bathroom floor. He stepped into the tub and under the water. Mark grabbed a bar of soap off the small window ledge that was at the back tub wall and began to lather up. He rubbed his hairy pecs and made his way around his back and ran the bar of soap across his fuzzy wrestler ass cheeks.
"Sorry man, I need to take a leak." Jake said knocking on the bathroom door as he slowly pushed it open. "Are ya decent?" "I'm never decent...you know this!" Mark laughed as he lathered his thighs behind the shower curtain. Jake lowered the front of his sweatpants freeing his cock and slipping the waistband of his sweats under his low hanging balls. Jake's piss hit the water mixing with his friend's, because god forbid any of these guys flush the toilet in this house he thought to himself as his curved dick lengthened in his hand.
Sharing a small bathroom with three other jocks had its disadvantages, but they mostly made it work. He slapped his veiny, curved cock a few times splashing the last of his piss into the bowl and pushed down the flush handle on the tank. "Yikes!" Mark yelled as the flush stole the cold water from the pipes and sent a rush of hot water through the shower head on to the beefy wrestlers chest. He stepped out of the stream of hot water and shouted "You asshat!" over the shower curtain rod as Jake shut the bathroom door.
As Jake was grabbing a pop from the refrigerator he heard the front door open. Looking up over the refrigerator door, seeing Blake coming in. "How was the bar tonight?" "Decent crowd as usual man, you should come hang out tomorrow night." "Yeah maybe I will." Jake said as he shut the fridge and cracked opened his Coke. "Well man, I'm pretty tired...I'm going to go to bed." Blake said heading towards his room. "Night man." Jake said as he went to his bedroom too, sipping his can as he shut the door and started to get undressed and ready for bed.
Blake closed the door expecting Max to be home already. Shrugging his shoulders as he slipped his shoes off and raised the bedroom window slightly to let some of the cool night air in. He sat on the edge of this bed and pulled the shared nightstand drawer open. Max and him kept a few Playboy and Penthouse mags in there and he started to look through one to find his favorite brunette centerfold. He laid the magazine out on top of the nightstand and his fingers found the buttons of his fly. He undid the top button. The rest easily popping open has his big jock pouch pushed the fly open.
****
Max had lost track of how long he had walked. He made his way around most of the campus, through all four quads and even around the track field a few times. He couldn't get his thoughts straight and really was avoiding going back to the house at this point.
He finally decided that he had to go and talk to his friend about what happened. It was the only way to get his mind clear and ready mentally for tomorrow's big game. He started to trek to the house and about a block away spotted a Harley parked in front of a row of rentals. It was a nice bike, and he didn't usually see one like that parked on this street when he jogged through here daily.
He didn't think much else of it and kept walking towards the bungalow, towards his shared room, towards his friend to which he had just imagined fucking. What was he going to say to Blake. Maybe his friend would understand...maybe...
****
The biker reached the corner looking up to see the street sign above. "Elm." he whispered to himself as he strutted down the dark sidewalk. He reached a small bungalow, slightly unkept, a few beer cans on the porch rails along with cheap folding chairs. This had to be the bartender's place.
He looked through the front window to see an empty living room. Stepping off the porch walking around the backside of the house he reached a small window. Standing on the tips of his leather boots he peeked over the bottom ledge.
He could see a dark haired guy showering. The buff college jock was standing under the water soaping up his thick cock. The biker felt his own dick stretch down his tight leather pant leg as the jock pulled back his thick foreskin exposing his dark purple cock head. As the biker watched, the wet jock stroked his beer can cock as the window steamed up from the bikers breath hitting the glass. Hot, but it wasn't the blonde bartender he was searching for. He stepped back on his boot heels hitting the soft yard and moved further along the wall of the house the next window.
The curtains were slightly closed on this one, but he could make out a tall figure with his back towards the window. He was wearing a backwards cap and had much longer hair than the dude from the bar too. He paused as the man threw his cap off and pulled his shirt over his head and stretching his toned arms above his head. He was lean and didn't have an ounce of fat on him. He stood there momentarily before sliding out of the pair of sweatpants he was wearing.
The biker could see this jock's balls hanging low between his slim legs. He turned towards the window and the biker ducted behind the curtain as the guy stepped towards the dresser grabbing a pair of white briefs out. The biker shifting his head slightly to see this jock's semi-erect arching cock swinging low as he slipped the white underwear on before laying in the bed.
The biker looked around and took a few more steps to the next window. It was open a few inches and adjacent to a large oak tree a few feet away from the house. He stepped in between the window and tree trunk and leaned in a little closer to see around the frame.
Jack-pot he had located the jock bartender. His back was to the window, but the biker could recognize that magnificent jock ass anywhere. The jock locked his fingers in the waistband of his tight Levi's and slowly slid them down over his fuzzy peach ass. As the jeans reached the bottom of his butt, it bounced out rebounding from the unforgiving jean fabric. The biker leaned back on the tree, smiling wide, sticking his hands in his leather jacket pockets as the blonde bartender's jock-strapped ass was fully reviled.
The jock lifted his legs one at a time to step out of the jeans. He bent down to pick them up and the biker caught a glimpse of the the jock's tight pink hole has his cheeks spread. The jock then looped his fingers in the jockstrap and pulled it down. His cock sprang up with a loud flap that was audible to the bikers ears. He pulled his tank top over his head and laid down on his twin size bed just out of view of the biker. He covered himself with the sheet and pulled the magazine closer while his cock tented the bedsheet.
Blake grabbed his cock and began to slide his hand up it's length. He needed the release after his long day and shift a the bar. The biker leaned closer to the window but couldn't see much more of the hot naked college jock. His cock had swollen halfway down his thigh and he had to get closer. Blake held the mag close to his face and stroked imagining he was with the centerfold.
The window slowly opened. The biker hiked up on the window sill and when his boots hit the floor he grabbed the bedsheet quickly pulling it away to view the jerking jock. By the time the jock had dropped his smutty mag he was completely exposed in front of the leather cad biker. "Hey what the hell are you doing here?" Blake barked at the stranger. "Couldn't head out of town without a proper goodbye stud."
Blake didn't move. He didn't know what to do. Should he yell to his roommates? He didn't get a chance to react before he knew it, the biker grabbed his knees and had his hungry mouth at the base of his jock dick. Blake put up a little struggle, trying to push the bikers head away, but to no avail. He gave in as the whiskey soaked tongue of the biker began to swirl around his shaft. The biker’s leather hat fell to the floor and he gripped the jocks thighs with this leather gloved hands. Blake moaned as he felt the man's tongue lapping at his ball sack and his cock inching further down the stranger's throat. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched the biker deep throat his thick cock relentlessly.
Blake felt the man's gloves gripping his wrist as he was pulled deeper into the biker's jaws. He arched his back and the biker released his cock, quickly moving up to his plump pecs. Grabbing the jock around his back he sucked on his erect nipple briefly before laying the jock flat on his back. The biker grabbed both of Blake's muscular pecs and squeezed them tight. "I couldn't keep my eyes off of you all night. You sexy fucker." Blake felt flush and couldn't believe the words that he muttered looking up at the biker. "What are you gonna to do about it?"
In one swift move, the biker's tongue was in his mouth and a leather covered finger was massaging his asshole. Blake was helpless in the biker's grasp as the other hand grabbed the back of his head and their tongues dueled. His eyes growing wide as he felt his tight hole being penetrated by the leather middle finger of the biker. Their kiss broke and Blake found himself face down on the mattress. The biker raising the jock's hips and inserting a second finger. "Such a tight jock pussy..." he hummed as Blake heard him unzipping his leather riding pants. He looked over his shoulder to see the biker stroking his big cock. At the tip, a large Prince Albert piercing dangled.
"Um...I...never been fucked before sir." Blake, at almost a whisper, said just as the biker spread the his thick jock legs wide. "I'll go slow boy." The biker said spitting a big gob of saliva down at Blake's pink quivering hole.
Blake switched and remembered the sensation of Max's face being in between his cheeks earlier. He gripped the side of the mattress as he felt the biker's swollen cockhead push against his hole. "Come on boy, open that pussy for daddy." the biker said in a deep voice. Blake pushed back, relaxing his muscles and felt the head pop through his tight ring. The biker fell in, his full length quickly filling the jocks chute. Blake could feel the man's full body weight on him. The feeling of his ass full of a man's cock and the sensation of the leather on his back was overtaking any apprehensiveness about being fucked by a man.
He let out a loud moan as the biker reached beneath and grabbed his meaty pecs again with a tight squeeze. The biker felt the jock's pussy loosening up and began to thrust in and out of the juicy cunt. Biting and nibbling at the jock's neck and shoulders, the biker worked quickly to push deep and find the jock g-spot he so desperately wanted to hit. Blake arched his back and began to rock meeting the biker's inward thrusts.
Blake's own cock was throbbing into the sheets as the biker's thrust became longer. The leather gloved hands gripping tighter. The biker licked the jock's ear and whispered "Take my load in your jock pussy boy...ah Fuccckk!" as he unloaded a thick volume of biker cum deep into the jock's abused ass.
"What the fuck!" Blake heard as the bedroom door flew open, looking back to see his friend standing in the doorway. "Max!" he said with a terrified look. The biker pulled out of the jock's ass, and seeing the giant linebacker across the room beelined for the open window to escape.
Max jumped forward as the biker proceeded to jump head first out of the window. Max grabbed the biker at the waist, gripping the back of his belt. "He snuck in Max...and..." was all Blake could get out of his mouth. Max slammed the window down across the bikers lower back pinning him there. The biker wiggled and struggled with all his might but couldn't pull the rest of the way out.
Max looked at Blake's face and then down to his friend's dripping cock. As he looked at the leather wrapped ass that was pinned in the window he grinned at his friend. "You want to teach this fucker a lesson?
Blake reached between his cheeks and rubbed his assaulted jock hole. It was loose and leaking the biker's warm cum. "Yeah let's fuck his ass!" he said smiling at Max. Max yanked the biker's leather pants down revealing a smooth set of dimpled cheeks. The biker looked over his shoulder through the glass to see the two jocks looking down at his ass. "Looks just like a bitch's ass to me" Max said as he lowered his shorts and jock to the midpoint of his smooth, strong thighs. Blake took his finger that was covered in the biker's cum and shoved it into the biker's hole. The biker yelped as he felt his ass being violated with the probing digit.
Max lined up his cock and pushed into the biker's ass tunnel. Blake held the window down and stroked his fat cock as he watched his friend's big black cock disappear into the intruding biker's ass. He had watched Max fuck many girls, but something about the muscular linebacker breaking in a rough leather biker was making him more turned on than usual.
Max gripped the biker's narrow hips and began to jackhammer his veiny muscle deep into the biker's hole. It was warm and tight, and he lifted the biker up slightly to get at better angle. The biker could only brace his hands on the the windowsill as he was being fucked harder than he had ever fucked anyone before. Blake leaned in and started to suck Max's nipple through his tank top. He slapped his leaking cock on the bikers ass cheek with heavy thumps as Max quickened his pace.
"Oh fuck Blake...he is so tight...you have to try this...Imma...I'm gonna cum." Blake grabbed the back of his friend's neck and pulled his mouth to his lips kissing his best friend for the first time. Their tongues wrestling as they both came in unison. One filling the biker's hole with a flush of linebacker cum and the other painting his backside with thick ropes. They kissed as their cum mingled in the biker's crack. The jocks both looked down as Max's cock slid in and out of the biker's loose hole and pushed both of their cum inside.
"Holy shit...what the fuck are you guys doing in here?" Mark yelled as he stood in the bedroom doorway wrapped in a white bath towel. "Just teaching this fucking peeping Tom here a lesson...he snuck in and scared Blake." Max said has he pulled his cock out of the bikers leaking hole.
Slapping the pinned biker's cummy cheek with his spent dick, he looked over at Mark and with a smile said "Want to help me?"
The hairy wrestler stepped into the room. It had been months since he had his beercan thick dick in any pussy, and he did have to cut his shower jerk short when he heard Max yelling at this fucking guy pinned in the window. Silent, he inched closer to the biker's ass as he rubbed his fat chub through the damp towel.
"Fuck it...why not?" he smiled at his two housemates as he pulled the towel away from his waist. "God damn Mark...what do you feed that thing?" Blake said as he glared at Mark's fat jock meat. "It's bigger than Jake's leg" Max said looking in shock. Max took his hand and pulled the right cheek of the biker's ass back revealing his used hole. "This guy is tight, but I loosened him up a bit." Max said as Blake pulled the other cheek wide.
"Come on guys...let me out...I didn't mean to...I'm" the biker looked through the window to see the hairy wrestler behind him. A long steam of saliva dropping from the wrestler's mouth and onto his crack. It was the fat uncut cock from the shower. "Hey man...fuck no...let me go...I can't take his!"
Mark spit on his cock and pulled the foreskin back. "Shut up fucker...this will teach you to bust into our house in the middle of the night." The biker felt the large mass touch his ring. His dripping cock swung over the window ledge in the night air. The previous fuck by the black linebacker had got him leaking precum. He was helpless, it was over, and prepared himself to be ripped in to by the thickest cock he had ever set his horny brown eyes on.
"Everything alright in here guys...Jesus, why the hell are y'all all naked." The three jock housemates turned to see Jake behind them in the door in his underwear. His long curved cock budging the fly out. His mouth agape realizing that someone was halfway out the window. "I'm about to fuck this sleazy biker guy's ass. He snuck in Blake's window." Mark said as he looked over his shoulder.
"Punishment for that is killing him with your huge cock?" Jake said stepping closer. They all watched as Mark attempted to push inside the biker's hole. The biker clinched tight. Mark slapped his cock against the bikers crack. "Come on man. Open your cunt...you are only going to make it worse." Mark barked through the window.
He was right thought the trapped biker. He pushed his glute muscles hard and his hole puffed out, burping out Max and Blake's cum mixture down his taint. "That's better...good boy." Mark said as he caught the juice with his cock head and set it level with bikers hole. "Looks just like a cunt. Get at it man." Jake said slapping Mark on the shoulder.
Mark slowly pushed into the biker and the opening stretched wider to accommodate his massive thickness. The jock's were amazed that it was slinking in. They all took turns spitting on Mark's cock to provide some more lube for the poor trapped biker's sake.
Fully in, the biker could feel the wrestler's hairy balls tickle his and the jock's began to pull his ass back a forth on the humongous dick. The biker braced himself on the tree trunk in front of him as the beefy wrestler began to fuck him with all his might. Mark's hands moving to the biker's waist, gripping tightly, as he watched his dick pass now effortlessly in and out the biker. No girl pussy could ever take him. He had finally found a worthy cunt to fuck. The fact this was a man didn't matter in his mind. He just needed to get off and empty his jock balls.
Blake sat on the bed leaning back and watching the biker get railed. He felt a some remorse that he had not done more to explain that he actually was enjoying the man's cock in his ass. He saw the biker’s leather driving hat on the bed and picked it up.
Max looked over to his friend and slowly walked over to the side of the bed stroking his cock slightly. Blake put the stranger’s hat on and horny, without hesitation, flipped on his stomach, raising his ass up level with Max's thighs. He looked back at his friend and pulled his big cheeks apart. His sloppy pink hole winking at Max's as a bit of the biker's cum ran down his inner thigh. "Fuck me. I know you wanna." Blake said softly. Max looking into Blake's blue eyes, reached out and grabbed Blake's mound of ass firmly. "Now more than ever my boy."
Jake watched Max and Blake on the bed. He moved his hand down from Mark's hairy shoulder and traced his spine, pausing just for a second before slipping into the wrestler's furry crack. Mark looked back and smiled as Jake. No words needing to be said, as Jake rubbed lower across Mark's hole. A jolt went through Mark and he pumped faster. He was annihilating the biker's ass. Jake pulled his cock free from his briefs and stepped behind his buddy. He spit in his hand and positioned himself behind Mark lubing up his cock.
He didn't know what had come over him, but seeing his naked roommates had ignited something deep inside his brain. A feeling that he had been repressing for a long time. He rubbed his cock into Mark's damp cheeks and found the sweet spot and inserted his dick. Mark yelped slightly, but the minor pain faded has he found himself sandwiched between the biker's ass and his friend's cock. Jake grabbed Mark's waist and pushed the rest of the way in until he felt the wrestler's hairy cheeks press against his smooth thighs.
Blake giggled and pointed back towards the window. He and Max watched as Jake began to fuck Mark and the squirming biker's boots lifted off the floor as Mark kept pulling him further onto his fat cock.
As Blake's watched the fucking continue, Max plunged his swollen meat into his friend's jock pussy. Blake moaned as he was filled again by cock. But not just any cock. His best friend’s big black cock. He could tell that Max was much longer and thicker than the biker and locked his elbow and knees in position on the mattress to flex his whole body to meet the next assault on his prostate.
"Fuck Blake...you feel so good." Max yelled as he plunged in fully to his friend’s velvety hole. He grabbed Blake's shoulders and put one foot on the side of the bed and began to thrust long and deep into his roommate. Blake's cheeks rippling with each impact.
****
The biker didn't think he could take much more. He could only feel the giant cock churning inside him. He had lost all other feeling below the waist while trapped by the window sash. His cock was swollen and steadily leaking a puddle of cum and piss on the ground below. The invading cock pushing anything out of his dick that was possible. His arm muscles giving out he flopped down the side of the house, his face landing in the puddle with a wet thud on the ground.
He had lost track of how long his ass had been fucked and was brought back to life by a hard smack on his ass. He yelled out into the the darkness. He heard something in the distance and prayed someone would come to his aid. Out of the shadows two men appeared. They both were wearing matching college polo shirts and looked down at the stranger whose leather jacket glistened under the light of the window.
"You okay mister...we heard you yell from the sidewalk." one said. "Isn't this where Max lives with his buddies?" said the other. The two guys stepped closer, looking into the window, surprised by what they saw. There was one guy fucking the man hanging out of the window and he was getting fucked by another guy, and there was their teammate Max ball's deep in his friend’s ass.
“Looks like we have a full blown orgy going on here.” The quarterback said through his wide grin. Mark slapped the biker's ass again and the biker let out a moan. Mark leaned over and caught a glimpse of the two onlookers which he recognized from a party at the start of the semester. "Hey Max...I think some of your teammates are outside...Hey guys how about shut that guy up. I'm about to pump him full with my load."
The quarterback didn't think twice before yanking his stiffened cock out and pulling the biker's mouth to it. He smacked the biker's bearded face and the biker opened his lips as the jock pushed to the back of his throat. "Fuck that feels great." he said tapping the kicker’s arm and pointing down at the biker's thick cock.
The kicker grabbed the biker's cock firmly and started jerking it as his teammate fucked the man's throat. The biker was getting it from all ends now. The college jocks using him as their own personal house whore.
He was ashamed to admit that he was starting to enjoy it. He opened his throat and let his hole go limp as the kicker vigorously jerked his pierced cock. His balls flapped against his leather cad thighs and he could feel the jock cocks in his throat, and newly vetted cunt, swelling and throbbing. He knew they were both about to blow their college jock cum deep into him.
Mark yelled "FFFUUCCKKK!" has he felt Jake explode deep in his ass. This set off his balls and his own fat dick erupted in the biker's destroyed hole. The quarterback couldn't hold back any longer and shot his load down the biker's wet stretched throat. As the biker's gut flooded with cum from both ends his cock spasmed and shot globs out as the kicker kept stroking him. The kicker chuckling as he milked the last few drops out of the bikers cum out. The quarterback pulled his cock from the biker’s mouth and slapped it across his lips.
Mark lifted the window sash pulling the delirious biker back into the room. The quarterback and kicker leaned their heads in, and along with the biker, wrestler & track jock watched as Max fucked Blake's ass with loud thumping thrusts.
The smacking noises growing louder and louder as Blake's abundant cheeks bounced. They were both moaning and dripping sweat completely unaware that the other guys were now all watching them fuck.
The bed was banging against the wall as Max's cock slammed into Blake one final time. "Fuck Blake...your pussy is so tight...I'm going to cum!" Max shouted as he felt his cum roar through his shaft and a torrent of his seed filled his friend.
Blake could only moan as his cock shot out a huge load on his sheets as he came without even touching his dick.
They collapsed on the bed both chests heaving. Mark turned to Jake and grabbed his face pulling him in and kissed him roughly. Max leaned down and kissed Blake passionately. The quarterback and kicker both stared at each other for a second, shrugged their shoulders and kissed each other.
The biker sat on his knees by the window. His ass leaking cum on his boots. He was surrounded by sweaty horny jocks. He saw the bartender was wearing his hat.
“You ok sir?” Blake said looking over at him from the edge of the bed. The biker stood slowly as the jocks watched him pull his pants up over his ass and push his cock back in the tight leather pouch.
He zipped his pants “Yeah I think so fellas. I may not be able to ride for a few days after taking this beast’s cock though.” He chuckled nervously towards Mark.
“Stay here with us if you need too.” Blake said smiling at the biker. He looked at his housemates and none of them seemed to mind that either.
“You guys are wild!” the quarterback blurted out as he slapped the windowsill. “We should get home. Big game tomorrow.” The kicker chimed in after. “See ya in the morning Max.” one said has the disappeared into the yard.
“What’s your name stranger?” Max said as he stood up from the bed. “Brock” the biker said looking up at the tall linebacker. He pointed out his friends and said their names. “Now let us get you out of this leather and back in Blakey boy’s bed.” he said with a devilish grin.
