Terms of Service
Part One
Phil pulled out of my ass slowly. His monster cock, heavily veined and covered with his cum and my ass juices hung over his shaved ball sack. He untied my hands. Bent over and kissed and licked the marks he left on the back of my neck last night.
“Sorry about the bite marks champ, just got carried away, but you do look good enough to eat.”
I attempt to turn over and sit up while he continues to lick and kiss my neck, nibbles my ear lobe saying, “The first time I saw you stripped in the locker room, this big straight ass and fat cock of your almost took my breath away.”
“I remember” He continues, “The first time the team got together and the coach walked into the dugout, you and Ryan were playing grab ass and you were trying to grab Ryan’s cup. I knew then that someway, somehow, I was going to have you. And a miracle happened. Your roommate got kicked out of college for cheating and they assigned me to your dorm room. Man, I almost jumped your hot ass then and there.”
“I used to watch you from my catcher’s position,” he said, “And get hard seeing you chew and spit, your fist pounding your oiled infielder’s glove, your hand adjusting your cup, that captured my attention and made it almost impossible to keep my eye on the pitch coming at me.”
I ain’t gay man, you know I’m not a faggot. I declare to Phil.
“Oh, hell bro, I know you’re not a fag if you were I wouldn’t want you swinging on my joint. This is way different, way different. Me having a fucking hot straight second baseman from our team swinging on my piece and sucking on me like a baby nursing his mother’s tit is like winning the lottery.”
So, what happens now?
“What happens now?” Phil responds, “Is I own your hot straight ass dude. Every inch of you belongs to me to use as I see fit. And by the way, I sent the video to Ryan, Scooter and Arkansas just in case you get any frisky ideas.”
Why would you send those three the video? Ryan is my bestie, he’s not gay, he won’t believe what he’s seeing, he knows me. Scooter and Arkansas are not gay man, they are as straight as a I am.
“Have you missed any jockstraps or socks lately?” Phil questions.
Sure, I have. Lost in the laundry.
“Not exactly champ, they’re part of Arkansas’s collection. I’ve seen them sealed in plastic bags together with other teammate’s shit he stole from clothes hampers all over campus. The boy’s too much.”
I don’t believe that, Arkansas is as straight as they come and not a thief. We’ve double teamed chicks and he was totally into it.
“I can believe that. Did he clean up the pussy after you shot in it?”
Sure, he did, but he loves to eat pussy.
“What he loves is eating your cum out of the cunt you just fucked, but he says that he would prefer eating yours directly from the tap.”
That’s hard to believe man, he’s never come onto me.
“No, but he sure as fuck wants to, and with my help his wish is going to come true. The same thing for Ryan our pitcher, your bestie and Scooter our first baseman. They’re champing at the bit to take you on!”
You’re making me sound like a piece of meat -- ready to be tossed to the dogs.
“Well, they’re not dogs but they are hungry as fuck to get a piece of you. Arkansas is a jockstrap and feet man. Ryan gifted him a pair of your soiled cotton baseball socks in exchange for a couple hours of Ryan fucking the hell outta him. A fair exchange I’m thinking.”
Dude, that’s nauseating!
“One man’s meat is another man’s poison champ. It’s a big wide world bro and you’re still a baby, lots to learn. The best teacher is life and you’re still in kindergarten. So, man up and get ready for a real education.”
You’re not going to change me and make me into something I’m not!
“Man, you are one dense fucker! You are what I want, full stop. Change you? I wouldn’t change you even if I had a magic wand and could do it. As a matter of fact, I haven’t even tasted your straight cum yet, so get on the edge of my bed, lay back and spread your legs.
Part Two -- Phil’s POV
Roger stands an arm’s length away from me. Naked as the day he was born. His flaccid seven-inch cock hangs over his shaved nut sack. I close the distance between us and reach out to cup his balls in my palm hefting them as though weighing while locking eyes with him.
His lips are closed tight. Giving no sign that at any moment they’re going to break into a big happy smile. But I don’t care.
The acrid scent of his pits is causing my heart to skip a beat and my mouth to water as I lead him over to my bed pulling him along by his cock and push him down on my bed.
God damn, he’s fucking beautiful. Six feet tall, one hundred and sixty pounds. Dark brown hair cut short on the sides, short spikes on the top stand tall, the tips bleached. Just enough scruff on his handsome face to make him look older than he is. His pectoral muscles flat and firm hard as steel. A scattering of dark chest hair covering them and highlighting two brown nubs that stand away from his chest and are begging to be sucked on and played with. A thin dark treasure trail makes it way down and over ripped abdominals and joins a dense forest of pubs surrounding his cock that is beginning to fill with blood.
I sit next to him fully clothed. I can feel his body heat. I settle my right arm across his shoulder and send my hand to the back of his head, brush the short bristles with my palm urging him to turn his face to me. With a little more effort, he turns his face to mine. We lock eyes, his breath comes in short pulls slowly in and out, he’s trembling slightly.
I use my left hand to tilt his chin up angling his mouth to mine then press my lips to his. His lips are sealed against me. I gently kiss his lips, then the tip of his nose, raise his chin exposing his Adams Apple and kiss that tenderly, then kiss and lick his neck working my way up to his ear making quiet love to him.
My cock is alive and growing rapidly in the bulge of my 501 Levis adding stress to the steel buttons holding the fly together. My snake head Is visible through the faded fabric hungry for a mouth or ass.
I’m glad he hasn’t showered, he smells like a working man. I lift his right arm exposing a mat of dark pit hair dripping with pungent sweat, lean in press my nose into his thick patch and inhale his musk. I move my tongue around sucking and swabbing his pit dry. I push him back.
“Put your hands behind your head and watch.”
I kneel between his hairy legs, both of my hands caressing and squeezing his hard-muscled calves as I lower my face to his crotch. My hands drop to his bare feet, holding both in my warm hands like new-found toys. He moans as the scruff of my day-old beard sandpapers his thighs as I roll my face around between them. Kissing and licking my way to his hanging balls. I tongue underneath touching his perineum with the tip of his tongue, then suck his balls into my mouth one at a time then both gobbled up and spit out.
My worship of his crotch has caused his dick to inflate and begin to throb sending gobs of precum to escape and run down the underside of his member. My tongue laps up his cock’s offering. I continue, licking up the underside of his shaft to the head, kiss it and take it into my warm mouth.
I’m treating him like the straight god he is and my prize to worship. Every inch of his built, hairy body belongs to me now. What seemed a few hours ago to be a brick wall of resistance is showing signs crumbling.
I release his dick from my mouth and I stand. I order him to get down on his knees, grab my ass and pull my bulge into his face. He kisses my cock through the denim, then starts chewing on it.
Roger unbuttons my Levis and hauls my ass mauler out into the open air and hold it at the base and kisses the head.
He looks so vulnerable, almost angelic kneeling before me naked, his face nestled in my crotch doing everything I order him to do. He looks like a young boy eager to please his dad. The bleached spikes are calling for a baseball cap turned the wrong way around, that would be perfect. And if the shoe strings of his black cleats were tied into a bow and the cleats were hanging around his neck and over his chest, that would complete the picture of a young high school baseball player leaving the playing field.
“Come on baby boy, give daddy’s cock a big kiss on its head – you know you want to, so do it.”
He holds my nuts in his hand. I can tell by the look in his face that my scent is hitting him like a lightning bolt. His eyes are wide open in wonder, but for some reason it seemed natural to him that he should be in this position holding and admiring another man’s junk.
My eyes are brown pools of need and are tractor beams pulling him into my realm.
I pull him up and lead him over to my bed once again by his hard cock. Sit him on my bed and spread his legs. I kneel between them, a hand on each of his knees. I lean forward and without the use of my hands scoops up his cock with his mouth and begins to nurse on the head. His scrotum tightens up bringing his nuts close to his body. The wetness and warmth of my mouth causes his dick to instantly become rigid and pulsate.
He’s primed and ready to feed me. I can feel him throb and I know he’s getting ready to blast and give me what I’ve been wanting for a very long time, I want his nut and I want all of it.
“Oh, fucking hell.” he yells out loud. “Here it comes you goddamned queer fucker eat me!”
Blast after blast of thick ropes of cum fill my mouth. I hold most of It in my mouth to savor the taste, but some dribbles out. I stir around the jizz in my mouth to savor the taste before allowing it to slide down my throat to my stomach.
I’m loving the tang of his cum. The aroma of his manly semen is wafting around like a cloud settling over me and becoming part of me.
Roger is lying, eyes closed, recovering slowly from his orgasm. I lean over him and kiss his mouth and insert my tongue before he can react.
“How’s your own cum taste champ?” I say to him as I stand up.
“Not that bad, not that bad.”
Better than mine?
“Different.”
End of Chapter Three
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