My First Year in University

Hangin' Out with the Team

Stefan chuckled above me, that deep voice of his sounding so sexy. “Any fucking time. Glad you called.” He let go of me and sat up, getting out of bed. I watched his backside, admiring the mounds of muscle on his back, the way his round ass looked as he moved about. He looked over his shoulder at me, raising an eyebrow and tossed me my underwear. “Just make sure you don’t tell anyone about this eh.”  

And there it was. I let out a puff of air and rolled my eyes. “Don’t worry. I don’t tell anyone anything.” 

Stefan turned and faced me, his cock still thick and heavy looking between his massive thighs. He stepped into a pair of underwear he pulled from a drawer, covering up that dick and bubbled ass much to my disappointment. He winked at me. “Good. It’s just…well, you know…football and all.” He found his shorts and put one big foot into each leg as I watched from the bed holding my own arms in my hands. 

I just nodded, watching him get dressed, looking sadly at him. He must have sensed something because he came back to the bed and sat beside me, kissing me on the lips tenderly. “But I’ll fuck this hot little ass anytime you call.” He reached around me and squeezed my naked ass, lifting me up a bit out of the covers and into those big arms. His sudden playfulness made me giggle against him, and he nuzzled his beard into my neck, making me laugh wildly now. Then he rolled me onto my back and pinned my arms down, moving his legs over my naked body and just looked down at me from above.  

“You really are one hot little guy you know.” He said quietly, letting his eyes move around my face and down to my chest. “So small…but built…” His head moved downward to see my cock erect against my abs. “…and that dick of yours….” He grinned back up at me before releasing my wrists and sitting back on his heels, straddling my waist. He wrapped his big fist around my cock and started stroking it as he looked at me.  

I stared up at him, laying there under him, admiring his hairy chest, watching his face as he studied me. I went fully hard as he slowly pulled at my cock, and then without a word, he slid backwards and moved that hairy bearded mouth to my meat and started to suck me off. 

I closed my eyes, feeling my face relax as the warmness of his mouth overtook me. I couldn’t believe this giant man boy was so good at sucking cock. My hands went to his hair as he worked my tool, and brought me to the fastest second climax I ever experienced.  

My fingers dug into his skull as I felt it nearing. “Oh my God I’m going to shoot!” I suddenly announced. Stefan’s response was a grunt, and he clamped down tighter on my dick, working his hand around the base and braced himself for my liquid. 

He continued to grunt as I shook out another round of cum straight down his throat. He didn’t let up or stop, just sucked it all back as I gripped his shoulders. With a giant smile, he crawled back up to me and planted a deep kiss on me, shoving his cum soaked tongue into my mouth. I could taste my own juices, which made me kiss him with more ferociousness, grabbing his big body. From the feel of his cock, I thought he was going to fuck me again. 

“You should go before I plow that ass again.”  

I groped my softening dick and rolled over onto my stomach to watch him move around his room again. Those legs, that upper body, those feet… “Who’s stopping you?”  

Stefan turned to me after finding his t-shirt. “My roommates.” 

I rolled off the bed and stood up, taking the underwear he had passed me earlier and stepped into them with a loud smack of the waistband. “From the way you performed in Daytona I thought you might let them join in.” 

Stefan gave a loud deep laugh. “Yeah, well…Daytona I was a little wild. Plus there was no one else there from the team. And….” He made a face, scrunching up his lips and cheeks, “…let’s just say one of my roommates is on the team.” 

I raised an eyebrow as I pulled up my pants. “Oh? I guess he has no idea then?” 

Stefan shook his head. “Nah he’s all straight. Too bad really. He’s got a great ass.” He gave me a side grin and opened his bedroom door as I pulled on my socks. I saw him stick his head out to listen and then came back in the room to straighten the bed.  

It was only a week ago that I had been here, seeing Stefan for the first time since we had returned from Florida from our Spring Break. I lasted a week before I called him again and ended up at his house, getting fucked fast and furiously by this beefy young man. He was just what I needed. 

Stefan was totally relaxed with me as he walked me out of his room, casually talking to me to the door as I put my coat and boots on. We almost made it without running into anyone again this time when the door opened just behind me and in walked one of his roommates. 

He was a big dude, and very clean cut looking with his chiseled features. He was wearing a grey tuque, pulled down over his forehead and he smiled as soon as he stepped inside at us. His face took my breath away. 

“Hey man!” He said as he maneuvered around us, slapping Stefan on the back. “Who’s your friend?” 

He looked at me, sizing me up. He had to be just over 6 feet as he was shorter than Stefan. He tugged at his puffy winter coat, revealing a form fitted grey sweater that matched his hat. He was ripped, leaner than I thought in the coat, and when he turned around to kick off his boots, I checked out his fine ass in the pair of faded jeans he had on. His hands seemed huge as he stuck one out to shake my hand as Stefan introduced me as his new Daytona buddy. 

“Nice to meet you, Brian. Nice grip.” He said as he patted my shoulder with his other hand. 

Stefan put his hand on his roommate’s back. “Brett’s our QB.” 

I nodded, still feeling the size of Brett’s large hand over mine. “Awesome.” Was all I could think of to say. I wasn’t much into football, but I was certainly suddenly into football players. 

Brett gave me a little once over, letting go of my hand and sort of standing there for a moment with his hands on his hips before he seemed to snap out of it. I stared at his big biceps in his tight fitting sweater. I could almost see the outline of muscle in his triceps, the definition from his rounded shoulders to the giant biceps. “Cool. I guess I’ll see you around?” His voice was like butter, snapping me out of my trance. 

I gave my most manly “Sure thing” I could muster, and watched his ass as he walked into the house. When I looked back up at Stefan he was smiling at me. 

“I told you he had a great ass.” He whispered to me. 

“Seriously. He does.” I muttered and turned to go. 

“Hey…” Stefan said as he held the door knob in his hand before opening it. 

“I mean other than yours.” I whispered to him and then cupped his dick and balls in his shorts as I leaned into him. “Besides, I’ve got this.” 

Stefan giggled, and backed away, playfully swatting my hand away. He folded those big beefy arms over his chest and smiled own at me. “I mean it, anytime. It’s all yours.” His eyes darted to his crotch and then back up to mine. “But just be cool about it all…” He sort of gave a backwards head nod to the living room where Brett disappeared from. 

“I will. Don’t worry.” But as I left, I thought about Brett and wondered how hot it would be to have two football players at once. I already knew Stefan was into crowd scenes. And Brett certainly was a hot guy. 

That thought kept me warm as I walked back to my residence. 

Only a week later, I found myself at a Keg party, hosted by the football team. It was purely coincidental, my friend Sandra finding out about it through one of her friends who was dating one of the players. I hadn’t even talked to Stefan since our last session at his house, but as I made my way to the place, I was secretly hoping Stefan would be there. 

I was getting back into the swing of things at school, trying to avoid my room and Adam as much as possible. Even avoiding Sean, who seemed to be sticking his head out of his room every time I walked by. He looked so good to me that I was tempted to just tackle him in his doorway and let him have his way with me. But his girlfriend Kelly seemed to be always around.  

After a night class last week, Adam had closed and locked the door on me, leaving me to my own devices as he took a hard pounding up the ass from Greg, so I heard about later. Adam had mentioned afterward that Greg hoped I would be there as well, and then made a passing comment about having both Greg and Aaron over soon. I ignored it, thinking that I was not into anything at this moment with Aaron. But the thought of the four of us going at it again had kept me fired up all week.  

So fired up that I outwardly flirted with the professor again in class. Professor Tom Davis was wearing a pair of thick heeled brown boots and a pair of jeans that made his ass look incredible that I couldn’t stop lusting after him during his lecture. Plus, he had on a white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows which always drove me wild, showing off those massive forearms and big guns under his shirt. I was hard the entire class. I could swear he was eyeing me from the front, giving me little smiles, but he always did that to the class. I was just starting to fantasize that it was all for me. 

But when he walked by me on the way out as he always did, he stopped again this week to talk, beginning with how well my tan was holding up.  

“You must have that type of skin that retains the sun. Lucky guy.” His deep voice always soothed me, and I always got lost in his handsome face and older look. No matter what he wore, he couldn’t hide that muscled bodybuilder physique, and I couldn’t help but gaze over him as he stood closer to me. 

“I’m sure I’ll pay for it later when I’m old and wrinkled.” I grinned back. 

The professor tilted his head a bit. “Until then, flaunt it kid. Show it off. Drive them wild.” Then he put a heavy large hand on my shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. I felt sparks. Electricity flowed through me. Just from that touch. 

“I bet you know a thing or two about driving people wild.” I said quickly, feeling my pulse quicken. As soon as I heard it, I almost recoiled in fear, especially seeing his expression widen as he tilted his head more. 

The professor gave a little laugh, breathing out sort of in surprise. “Uh, sure. I guess you could say that.” He looked down awkwardly at that moment and put his hand that was just on my shoulder into his pocket.  

“I’m sorry sir, I didn’t mean anything by that…”I started to say, trying to dig myself out of an embarrassing situation. 

Professor Tom held up his other hand, his brown leather bag slung over that wide shoulder and laughed out another breath. “Easy Brian. No offense. Trust me…I like driving people wild.” He put that hand down and shoved it in his pocket too, making me look down at his midsection. I could see the bulge in his jeans, suddenly wondering if it was as big as it seemed. “In fact, that’s often part of the fun.” 

I looked back up at his face, his eyes burning into mine. I felt my mouth drop open slightly, my mouth feeling dry as I stood in front of this hunk of a teacher. “I agree 100%.” I said quietly. 

The professor nodded. “Besides. It’s fun to drive people wild. Even more fun to be wild with someone.” He winked at me and then turned and walked up the remaining stairs, leaving me to stare at, once again, his fine round meaty ass hidden behind those tight jeans.  

When he reached the top of the stairs, he did a full body turn and leaned against the door to push it open with his backside, catching my gaze again, leaving me standing frozen, smiling at me as he disappeared from my view.  

All week I thought about what he said, wondering what exactly he meant and why he said it to me. I believed Professor Tom Davis was flirting with me openly, and giving me as much back as I was now giving him. But he was my professor. And I had no idea if he was into guys or not. Built like he was, he could easily beat me up if he wasn’t, or report me for inappropriate behaviour. But he was so my type. With my blinders off now that Aaron wasn’t in my view, I was seeing a whole lot more opportunities and targets. Stefan being my number one at the moment. 

As I walked into the old Victorian two-storey student house for the football team’s keg party, my sights were suddenly expanding. There were big dudes everywhere, frat guys, jocks, athletes…it was like a young adult movie-star party with lots of pretty people to look at. Pretty muscled thick guys. Half drunk horny guys. And I was one horny guy myself.  

Sandra and her two friends, Grace and Ann, and I stood in the doorway with our mouths open taking it all in. I was the first to shut mine, remembering that no one had the slightest idea about me being into guys. Sandra and I met in class, and figured out she was in the same residence as I was, just up a couple floors. Grace and Ann were from her floor. Grace was dating one of the football guys apparently, so she grabbed Sandra’s hand and moved forward towards the loud sounds at the back of the house, presumably the kitchen. Ann looked at me and shrugged her shoulders and followed, as did I, moving a little slower at the back taking in the sights of the big guys. 

I noticed one brute watching me as I walked by, his face a little red from drinking, his eyes little slits, his smile wide with hunger.  

Definitely secretly gay, I thought to myself as I held his stare. He looked like a dumb jock, but I was in no mood to judge. He had a thick looking body, and was tall – just the kind of stud I would ride right about now. But as I entered the kitchen I heard a big booming voice yell out my name.  

“BRIAN!”  

I turned to see Stefan in the middle of the kitchen, pointing at me with two bigger guys flanking him. Ann and I sort of froze where we were as loud cheers erupted. I saw Grace and Sandra standing off to the side giggling, Grace with an arm around a meaty looking guy who was obviously her current boyfriend.  

Stefan pushed his way over to me and grabbed me in a bear hug, lifting me off the ground. 

“This guy is so much fun! Only guy to get a tan in Daytona!” Stefan’s voice was powerful. He was yelling like an extra on the set of Animal House. He was wearing a t-shirt which showed off his huge arms as he lifted me up and down like a doll. I felt myself blushing as one of the two larger guys from his side joined him and slapped me on the back. 

“Nice to meet you little dude!” He said into my ear. I was surrounded by a couple more guys as Stefan put me down. 

“I had such a blast with this guy on the trip! Be good to him tonight!” Stefan said putting a giant arm around me. I could feel my insides flare up being this close to him, and his hard body pressed up beside me. I could smell him, and I leaned into him a bit more to breathe him in. 

Stefan pointed to the large guy that slapped me on the back. “This is my fellow lineman, Mac.”  

Mac was a couple inches taller than Stefan, clean shaven with a beefy body, thick and solid. He had the thickest neck I had ever seen, and he looked like he could crush my little 5’6 or so body into a pulverized can. He smiled down at me and I actually shuddered, picturing him over top of me, naked and plowing my ass deep. So when he held out his hand, I took it and felt the softness of his big hand. 

“Nice to meet you Mac.”  

“Likewise little dude.” He gave me a brotherly wink and ruffled my hair, making me blush even more. 

“This is Tony,” Stefan said pointing to the dark curly haired average looking guy crowding around Stefan now, “and you know this guy….” He started to say as the hottest looking guy emerged from the crowd with a wide smile. 

“Brian!” He shouted holding out that big mitt of his. There was a chorus of grunts and cheers as Brett gave a little wave with his other hand as I grabbed at that paw of his, feeling swallowed up in his grip as he patted my shoulder. “How’s it going little dude?” 

I actually blushed, feeling Stefan looking at me with a knowing grin as I stared up into Brett’s hot face. He was the hottest guy in the room, no doubt. Although Stefan was a beast in his own right, Brett had the model looking face. Brett was much trimmer than the rest of the big lugs, well muscled and a little smaller than Stefan’s height. He looked solid and built in a quarterback sort of way.  

Stefan leaned into me and whispered in my ear. “Don’t blush too much. You’re mine, remember.”  

I shivered as his hot breath tickled my neck and his voice seeped into me. I inhaled suddenly, wishing I was naked with him once again. I eyed him, reading the look he was giving me.  

“Don’t get too drunk then.” I said quietly to him back, giving him the signal that I was ready for something tonight.  

Stefan responded with a loud grunt and then picked me up again. “Get this little man a drink!” 

Mac turned right away and grabbed a red cup and moved to the keg in the middle of the kitchen fast and poured me a foaming glass, handing it to me with a grin. “Chug it up man!”  

Before I knew it, I was on my third beer, standing in the middle of these beefy football players, picturing them all naked and wondering how big their cocks were. Everyone wanted to talk to me. Stefan kept introducing me to people, both men and women. I was suddenly the centre of attention thanks to him, and he kept beaming at me like a big brother.  

But every so often, his look changed, and I felt my dick stiffen each time. He’d just suddenly stare at me with a look of hunger, and his eyes would squint, making him look so fucking hot. He’d give me a little grin, or lick his lips, or let his hand sort of hover around his crotch. My heart was racing for him the entire night and I started to wonder how the hell I was going to get him alone. 

“You need another little dude?” A big hand slapped down on me and I turned to see big Mac sort of leaning on me and smiling wide.  

Mac’s big body was even thicker up close. He smelled great, and I stared at just how thick and solid his neck was as his clean shaven face peered over at me. His arm was heavy on my shoulder, thick with muscles. I shook my head no and turned to him. “I’m good.” 

“Yeah you are.” He said lifting his head and taking a swig. I was standing in the kitchen with him, Stefan off to the side talking with Brett and Tony. I saw Grace come in with the another big guy, muscled and average looking, one big arm around Grace’s tiny body to join them. Mac and I were sort of off to the side by the sink alone. 

Mac stood up and moved closer to me, his body actually touching mine.  

“So I hear you had a lot of fun in Daytona!” He said to me, suddenly seeming less drunk than he was before. He had blonde features, with light blue eyes that were tainted with bits of red from drinking. 

I shrugged and moved slightly away from him along the counter. “Yeah we did.” 

He rested his hand between us and took a swig from his cup. “I bet you did.” He laughed at me, and nudged me, moving close to me again and sidling up beside me again. “You’re pretty jacked for a little guy. Bet everyone was drooling all over you down there.” 

I looked up into those light eyes and smiled, wondering what to say to this big lug. He was a beefy guy and could squash me easily based on the size of his arms and thick neck. But his face was caring, and he seemed to be connecting a little too close to me. I shrugged again and looked over at Stefan in the crowd of admirers across the room. “I got some action.” 

Mac chuckled, and let his leg touch mine as we stood side by side. I looked down at his shoes, seeing his thick thigh next to mine. I could see the muscles stretching his jeans, double the size of my thigh. Then his hand came and rested on that leg, and I stared at his wide hand, his long thick fingers. I looked at the the L shape his thumb and forefinger made and pictured the length of his dick and wondered if his cock was as thick as his neck. 

“I bet you did.” He said quieter. I watched his hand move sideways over his leg until it almost touched mine. I found myself letting my own hand move to my own leg, just beside his. I stared at my own fingers as I placed them on my thigh, letting them splay out towards Mac’s fingers. 

“I had a hot time, that’s for sure.” I said quietly, taking a drink and looking back up at Stefan. His beard made him look like the oldest one in the place, but his face was still young looking. He was a handsome guy, and the way he stood out amongst the other guys was taking my breath away. I couldn’t decide who I thought was hotter, him or Brett. I was suddenly lusting after both of them. Or was it the fact that I was standing so close to Mac. Another beefy guy. And his hand was inches from mine as our legs remained connected.

Then I felt his finger, his thick pinky finger, graze my hand. I froze and looked down as he took a swig from his cup, now not saying anything. His finger moved again, touching my pinky finger and I didn’t move it away. He inched closer, letting more of his hand slide down his massive thigh so that he could feel my hand. And when his pinky finger hooked over mine, I turned sideways to see him staring at me. 

“Do you want to go upstairs?” He said fast, taking in a deep breath. 

I just nodded and he moved quickly away from me, turning once to make sure I was following. And I was. 

I didn’t turn back to Stefan or to look to see if anyone was watching us, just followed this beefy guy through the kitchen and towards the stairs. I watched his round bubble ass as I climbed the stairs behind him. Mac was on a mission now, moving fast around the people in his way. This was his house, and he knew where he was going. 

He stopped and turned to me as he reached a door, and looked around quickly before he opened it, revealing another set of stairs that were dark. “Up here.” He said quietly and held it open slightly for me. I went in, and he followed closing the door behind him as I carefully ascended the dark stairs. 

At the top was one big room with sloped ceilings and a few couches and boxes. Not much, but definitely looked quaint. Mac moved around me and then took my arm by the elbow and led me to one of the two couches and stood me in front of it. It was quiet up here, as if no one knew there was a third floor. He stopped in front of me and then let go of my arm. 

We stood in silence for a moment, me looking up at him, him looking down at me. Both of us were breathing hard, and we both held our cups in our hands still. Without thinking, I reached out with my free hand and grabbed his crotch.  

Mac’s breath caught, but he didn’t pull away. I heard him swallow hard, and could hear him breathing out of his mouth as I started to massage a sizeable bulge. 

“I figured you might want that.” He whispered to me. 

I frowned a little as I focused in the dark on his crotch. I could see the large package getting bigger, could feel the hardness of him growing as I massaged it. “Yeah? What made you think that?” 

He leaned down and felt for mine. “Just knew. Something in your eyes.” 

“Well I like big men.” 

He chuckled softly. “Well I’m a big man.” 

“I can tell.” I said, trying to feel where the end of his cock would be. 

“Just don’t tell anyone.” He said as his big hand started to feel me through my pants. 

“I won’t.” I said breathlessly as I pulled at the buttons of his jeans and pulled his fly down. 

I heard his breath shake as he let me release the confinement of his jeans. I heard his groan as my hand moved around the big bulge under his underwear. I heard him breathe in deeply as I touched his bare skin and slid my hand in between it and the black Jockeys he was wearing.  

He was big alright. 

I pulled the underwear down and over his cock, blonde hairs around a thick shaft. He was bigger than me, thicker than me, and my eyes grew wide as I saw it come into sight. I found myself licking my lips as I saw the helmet head, felt the soft fleshy part of the tip of his cock as I gripped the solid steel pole feeling of the rest of him. I tucked his underwear under a pair of round bull sized balls and slowly dropped to my knees. 

“Holy fuck. What a cock.” I moaned as I opened my mouth. 

Mac shuddered as I swallowed his dick. He moaned as I expertly took him all the way down my throat. His hand gripped my head as he stood there and let me swallow him whole. I breathed in deeply, my nose at his pubes as I held that thick knob in my mouth. He smelled incredible, and he tasted even better. I slid off it, leaving a trail of my own spit just to admire the shape and feel of his dick. 

“Oh my God what a beautiful dick.” I groaned before I started to suck him again. 

Mac’s jeans slid down his legs to his knees and my hands felt a pair of thick solid legs. He was built, that’s for sure, and in the dark the picture of his muscled football hunk letting me suck his dick in the upstairs attic secretly would stay in my head for years. The taste of him, the smell of him, and the sound of him brought me to many orgasms later in life as one of the hottest blow jobs I’ve ever given a guy. There was something so sexy about him, so secretive and naughty that all I wanted to do was milk that big cock of his and taste his load. 

And I did. Into one earth shattering explosion for him.  

Mac gripped my ears as he tried not to fuck my face. But his gaping mouth above me, and the way he was panting made it hard for him not to take over. He started telling me how amazing I was, how hot my mouth was, how no one ever sucked his dick like that. He was grunting, trying not to cum too quickly, but in the end, he couldn’t hold off as my skills took over. 

“I’m gonna fuckin’ blow!” He panted and tried to grab his cock to pull out. But I grabbed it back and sucked it deep, making him growl in delight and hang on to my head. He let out a louder roar as he realized I wanted to taste his jizz. “Holy fuck little dude!” He yelled as he grunted out his load straight down my throat.  

I hung on to one leg as I gripped the base of his cock in the other and took it all like a whore. I didn’t gag, or choke, just swallowed every drop in a hungry manner until I was licking that huge cock of his clean and smiling up at his shocked face.  

He backed off and pulled his jeans up, hiding his shrinking cock from me and collapsing on the couch behind him. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ!” He moaned, lifting his ass up to pull his pants up as he continued to look at me with that shocked look. “You are a fuckin’ PRO!” He let out puff of air and wiped his forehead with his hand and stared at me.  

I sat back, tugging at my own confined cock and looked at the lug. 

“Don’t ever say anything.” He said, lifting up a finger. 

I raised both my hands. “Deal.” I looked at the beast sitting there and smiled. “You ever do anything else?” 

Mac looked at me and shrugged. “Like me sucking your dick?” 

I gave a little huff and smiled wider. “You ever fuck an ass?” 

His face gave me the answer, and I knew I wasn’t going to get anywhere with this stud. At least not yet.  

“Nah. Never sucked a dick either. But find guys know how to suck, obviously.” He said, pointing at me. “Maybe one day.” He leaned over and sort of grabbed my crotch and I moved closer.  

“You want to see it?” I said, holding my bulge in my hand over his. But he quickly moved his hand away and stood up. 

“Nah, better get back before they come looking for us.” He moved quickly to the stairs before I could do anything, and followed that big ass, resigned to the fact that this was all I was going to get tonight. 

At least, from Mac. 

When I got back to the kitchen, Stefan wasn’t there. So when Mac refilled his drink and moved away from me, I went towards the living room to the sounds of Stefan’s deep voice trying to hide my still massive rod in my pants. 

I found him talking with Brett, standing a little too close to him. He noticed me right away and did a double take, seeing me slightly raise my eyes. Like a bullet, he moved to me, dodging people and laughing as he plowed his way through the crowd. I stayed in the doorway, folding my arms and popping out my biceps at him as he neared. 

“Where’d you disappear to?” He tried to say quietly, but he was smiling too wide and he was feeling tipsy by the looks of him. 

“Found a nice little quiet place.” I said with a grin. 

Stefan looked over his shoulder back at the group of guys that he left and then turned back to me. “Show me.” 

I noticed Brett looking back as I turned to move, Stefan following very close behind me as I went back up the stairs, and back to the door that Mac and I just came from. It was quieter on the second floor now, so I opened the door wide and pointed to the dark stairs.  

“Go on up.” I said sexily. 

Stefan moved past me, grabbing my crotch quickly before darting up the dark stairs. I closed the door behind me and followed, practically running into him at the top. 

“Holy fuck it’s empty up here!” He said, turning to grab me. His mouth was on mine fast, and I suddenly wondered if he could taste Mac’s cum. 

“Come on big guy, fuck me.” I groaned, pulling him away from the stairs towards the couch that Mac was just sitting on.  

Stefan groaned loudly and followed me, his big hands around my waist as we moved together through the dark room. I fumbled for my zipper and opened my pants wide as I felt Stefan’s big hands slide around and downward into my underwear. His mouth was at my ear suddenly, his tongue out and licking as he pressed himself against my ass. He was already hard and panting heavily. 

“Want me to fuck you hard?” He moaned in my ear as his hands shoved my pants and underwear down. 

I arched back, lifting my hand to his head, feeling his soft hair as he kissed my neck. I could hear his fly zipping down as he pulled away and pulled his cock free. “Yes.” I hissed. “Been wanting that big cock all night.” 

“This big cock?” He said, pushing it between my legs. I groaned as I felt it, squishing it between my legs as he dry humped me. His hands were wrapped around my dick, pulling at it as his mouth found mine and he kissed me from behind. I was groaning like mad as he let go of me and pushed me over the arm of the couch and lined himself up at my ass. 

I pulled my ass apart and looked behind me, at the darkness around him, the outline of his big body behind me. I could see his bearded face in the shadows, could see the length of his cock as he aimed it at my hole, those big legs standing behind me. 

“Gonna fill this tight little ass.” He mumbled as he moved forward.  

The feeling of him stretching me open made me groan in lust. I held myself against the couch and closed my eyes, feeling his thickness enter me. I felt that sharp pain of invasion, but it quickly subsided as I turned to look at the young man spearing himself into me. I grinned and pushed back towards him, letting him know he could go faster. When my ass hit his bare waist, he gripped my shoulders and started to pound hard. 

“Fuck I love this ass.” He said through gritted teeth. With each hard thrust I was letting out soft grunts. He felt so good in me. I needed to be fucked. After sucking off another member of the team, I deserved a hard pounding. I turned to look at him, and pictured Mac behind me. That thick neck of his would be puffed out even more in this position. I pictured Mac naked, imagining his thick stocky body glistening in sweat as he fucked me. 

But then I looked up and saw Stefan’s bearded face smiling at me, and I reached back to touch his flat stomach. 

“Just fuckin’ cum in me big guy.” I moaned, feeling the furriness of his body behind me. He lifted up his shirt with one hand, giving me a glimpse of his body and I groaned louder. He suddenly leaned forward, clamping a big paw over my mouth and laughing quietly. 

“Shhhh.” His face was next to mine as he body covered me, still humping madly into me. I licked his hand and he giggled more, moving his fingers into my mouth and making me suck on those fat digits of his. “You’re such a nasty little boy.” He kissed the side of my face as he hooked my mouth with his fingers, holding my head back a bit as he rammed my ass deep. 

I was grunting like mad, ignoring the fact that he was trying to keep my quiet.  

“You want my load?”  

I groaned out a yes. 

“Gonna walk around the rest of the night with my boys in you?” 

I gave another grunt as he continued his assault. 

“Fuck yeah. Then take it all buddy.” He arched back, letting go of my mouth and stood up to his full height and plowed me hard. The smacking sound on my ass was louder than ever and he didn’t take long to reach his orgasm, slamming so hard in me I fell a bit forward on the couch, Stefan’s big body coming with me as he spilled his seed into my ass. He grunted and shook a bit, letting the waves of his explosion subside until he was panting at my ear again. 

“Fuck I love this ass.” He moaned, turning my head to kiss me. 

“Don’t pull out yet.” I said, jerking my cock as his tongue wrestled with mine. 

“Yeah, cum for me Brian.” His hands moved around my cock, feeling my balls tighten and grab my own hand to assist me in jerking. The feeling of his hand on mine made me grunt and I felt the rise of my cum surging like a wave to the shore. 

“Holy fuck Stefan….” I clenched my jaw and let it fly from me, spraying the couch with my built up load. I bucked wildly against him, Stefan’s body holding me in place. I pushed his cock from me accidentally but he remained locked around me with his arms, holding me as I jerked the last drop from my dick. 

And then he stood up, spinning me around to kiss me hard, before he sunk to his knees in front of me and sucked my cock clean, making me spasm even more at the feeling of his hot mouth around me. When he stood up he kissed me again, sharing the taste of my own juices with me. 

He bent down and pulled up his jeans and smacked my ass as I did the same. 

“I think you need to come home with me tonight. We can get naked and do this again.” 

Just that thought kept me hard for the rest o the night. And each time he looked over at me afterwards, I couldn’t wait to get into his bed, naked, and feel him sliding inside me again.