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This is something that happened to me just before the Christmas break from school and am finally writing about it. I’m your normal young horny college student but never really had any problems with nailing chicks. I’m not going to say I never jerked off because anyone who says that is a liar (yes, your husband, brother, son, uncle, father, cousin and nephew all jerkoff) I was getting pussy so much that if I did jerkoff it was once maybe twice a week.
Let me start by telling you a little about myself. I'm about 5'11, with almost jet black hair, grey eyes with a square jaw line. Oh yeah, I’m really toned too, nothing big, but good enough which I get by jogging and hitting the gym a few times a week. I've got a nice six-pack and my complexion is just right which means I never have to tan.
Where was I, oh I remember, I was fucking on a regular basis which is usually unheard of during your first year of college. There was this one girl that I had been hanging out with a lot but and we never considered ourselves boyfriend / girlfriend. I luckily dodged that bullet as she became very boring, never wanted to do anything and started to get on my case all the time. She got really pissed off at me because I moved out of my dorm room and rented an apartment close to campus and she was hoping to move in with me. She was out of fucking mind.
Thing is I did need a roommate because it is a two-bedroom and I didn’t want to nor could I afford to pay all the cost on my own. I was able to find a roommate through my sometimes wonderful network of friends. One of them knew someone that was friends with some jock friends. Through this network of people I was introduced to Jon.
Jon seemed to be a cool guy in the beginning. He is a wide receiver on the football team, and is known on campus as an all-around stud. He is about 6'2, and I would guess maybe 190 pounds of toned muscle, which I could see all the time because he walks around shirtless all the time. The really distinctive thing about him I guess is his hair, which I knew from a number of stories how much girls liked it. It is sort of wavy, and longer in the front than the back, but not too long; and is light brown with natural auburn-reddish highlights, so he really stands out.
The thing that struck me about his body was not just the muscle, which was normal for a football player, but how cut he was; I mean you could see all the muscles, and he had something like an eight-pack; on his really massive, meaty shoulders, there was a very fine sprinkling of freckles, but you wouldn't really notice them. He had striking blue eyes, etc., the whole package...girls went crazy for him, and I saw him score a bunch just in the first few weeks of living together.
So like I said he was a good guy at first, but things started changing fast. It started changing with small things...Jon would just be rude at times, hardly grunt when I said hi and stuff like that, if he was busy, which was fine, but then also he would mess up the bathroom when taking a shower and not clean up for example. Or generally just make a mess, leave his shoes and socks and even boxers and so on in the common area. Or he would eat my food and not give it a second thought. One time, in the beginning, he even asked me to do his laundry for him, which I did, because I was expecting that he would do the same.
Well needless to say, I didn't even get a "thank you" for doing his clothes, and of course he never offered to do mine when he went out. Oh, lets not forget about how sometimes when I am with a girl he walks around in boxers or come out of the shower and strut around in a towel if me and the girl were out in the living room watching a movie or something. I’ll admit that I was a bit jealous at times because in just three weeks after moving in, he had a threesome in his bedroom, and was fucking the shit out of two girls from what I could hear and one of them was a cheerleader.
There was a long four day weekend coming up and I was a little behind in my assignments so I decided to stay on campus to get caught up. I decided that that when he returned to school from the long holiday, I would just ignore his as much as possible. Well apparently he was behind too because he didn’t leave campus either. It was a Friday night and I was taking a break from my stuff looking online and having a beer when I heard a knock on my bedroom door.
"Yeah?" I asked, and Jon walked in.
He was, as usual, wearing only some boxers. I looked for a second and took in the sight of his perfectly built body, and smooth, muscled thighs and calves...I mean, I not gay or anything, but he is a really good-looking guy even if he was a prick, and I sort of just instinctively looked.
"'Sup dude?" he asked, and sort of looked around. "Hey Mike, you got any more paper, man?"
"What’s that?" I asked, still sort of transfixed by his body, and the obvious bulge in his boxers...I knew he was hung from what I'd heard around, but I had never seen him naked.
"Paper?" He just stood there for a sec and gave me back a sly smile. He really was a handsome dude.
"Yeah, man, I'm out of printing paper," he added. "Got any?" he asked again, and sort of grabbed his crotch while looking around for some on the shelves that are hanging close to the door.
I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it, he always did this, but now I was confused, 'cause I was getting boned up big-time...it was sort of embarrassing, I mean here I was getting hard from watching my football roomie in his boxers. He saw a stack of papers on the upper shelf and just helped himself to some of it and turned around.
"Yeah...so...thanks," he added, and almost turned, but before he did so, he spoke, almost as a second thought, "Oh so, hey, Mike? I've got this problem with my psych paper? You wanna come to my room and help me figure it out?"
He was sort of reclining his shoulder blades on my door and facing me as he spoke, which really made his abs show and his chiseled chest was shining from the lamp. I didn't want to be a prick too, so I mean, yeah, I was going to help him. The only problem was that if I were to get up right then, he would’ve seen how hard I was and I was having a tough time hiding it as it was.
"Sure Jon," I said, almost blushing. "Let me finish here, and I'll be in your room in a sec, k?"
Jon agreed and left. I watched his slow, almost strutting walk, and all the muscles in his back and calves contract and expand as he walked away. I quickly snapped out of the whole thing, though, and drank a glass of water. I decided that was all too weird, and I would go help him out, and then come back and jack off to some hot Jenna Jameson or Sylvia Saint or something...I hadn't had any in about a week, and I knew it was the same for Jon, it was crunch time for mid-terms.
But when I got to Jon's room, my plans for self-control flew out the window. My dick almost instantly started getting hard...he was sort of splayed out on a chair in front of his computer, one foot up on the desk, showing the amazing musculature of his thighs and hamstrings, and sort of lying back, with one hand on the mouse, and the other sort of in the top of his boxers.
"Hey 'sup Mike, take a seat," he said. I sat next to his chair, on his bed, so that my growing bulge would be out of his sight.
I could feel the heat coming from his body even this far away. He looked for maybe another half a minute at his computer, after which he did something that sort of threw me off guard. In one move he wheeled around on his revolving chair until he was facing me, and then placed one foot on the floor, and one on the side of the bed, right between my legs. He smiled.
"So Mike, you horny or something bro?" he asked, still smiling. His smirk was not entirely mean. I sort of blushed.
"Uhhmmm...I don't know, I mean, you know..."
"Fuck yeah, you're horny, dude," Jon said back to me, grinning now, and pressed his foot against my hard dick through my boxers.
His move sort of sent me overboard and I backed up, as if I'd been electric shocked.
"Yo Jon, what the fuck man?" Jon was still shooting me that grin. He lay back in his chair, with his legs sort of splayed out.
"Cut the bullshit, Mike," he said, but in a sort of friendly way. "I know you're hot for me. I see you checking me out all the time; you even fucking threw a boner when I came into your room earlier...tell me...you jack off when you hear me fuck my bitches?"
I stuttered for a second...I had masturbated many times hearing Jon pound into all these hot girls. Shit...he had me.
I said what came to mind first.
"I'm not gay Jon, if that's what you're saying..."
Jon chuckled, "No one said anyone's gay, man. I just said you're hot for me. I know it's true. So..." he said, sort of arching his brows and cupping his crotch. "Want some, Mike? I'll make your day for you, dude..."
I looked at him. Was he joking? Was this a trap...I mean...if I said yes would he beat me up?
"Ever sucked cock, Mike?"
I freaked out at this. I sat up and was ready to get off his bed, but Jon placed his foot right on my taut stomach, and lightly pushed me back. I looked straight at him.
"Plenty of guys wanna suck my cock, dude...I'm giving you a chance here..." he smirked at me. I sort of sat back down, and looked slowly past his ridged abdomen, to the top of his boxers, where his hand was just teasing the elastic band.
"Yeah...I thought so, Mike. Why don't you get over here."
Jon pushed his wheeled chair back by tapping the bed with his foot. This put some space between him and the bed. Reluctantly, but almost hypnotized, I crawled off the bed and found myself on my knees in front of this jock stud. What the fuck was I doing? Was I just on my knees in front of my asshole roomie? I mean, I thought this guy was a prick, yet here I was...
"What you waiting for, faggot, take my boxers off," Jon's sudden command cut through everything I was thinking.
Even forgetting that he had called me a faggot, I was so turned on by this guy's body and his cocky attitude, that I immediately started doing what he asked me to. I slowly took down the elastic band of his boxers, feeling underneath the hard muscles of his lower abs. He had a line of muscle running around his hips...this guy was just totally jacked. Pretty soon, he raised up off a bit and I had his boxers around the middle of his thighs. Holy shit! I thought...this guy was hung...I mean, I'd heard of it, but he wasn't even totally hard yet, and he still had me beat.
As soon as I got the CK boxers around his knees, he sort of used his legs to get them around his ankles and then kicked them off to the side. Grabbing my wrist, he led my right hand to his growing cock.
"Jack me, stud," he said, sort of in jest. "You've jacked yourself off plenty of times, you know how to do it, right?"
I smiled back and grabbed his tool. I was surprised at how thick it was and it wasn’t even completely hard yet. Pretty soon though it grew; must have been at least eight or nine inches and fucking thick.
"Lick the head," Jon quickly cut my daydream short and in a trance-like state I did as he asked. Then I looked back at him for instructions. He had a commanding, almost mean look in his eye now.
"Again, dumbass," he said.
I started licking his head. Pretty soon Jon told me to lick the underside of his now vertical cock up and down, and then the sides. Throughout all this he said nothing, just watched me clean his cock with my tongue. It tasted hard and soft at the same time...it was warm, but it had this strength...I mean, I was totally in heat by now, and salivating like crazy. His cock was glistening with my spit.
"Good," Jon added. "Now...suck my dick, dude," he said and put his hands behind his head, sort of resting on the doors of a closet.
I jumped on it, and the head slid into my mouth. I was in heaven and couldn't get enough of this tough jock's hot cock. That's what really got me off...I almost came in my boxers without touching myself...the fact that he was so tough, I mean, I was pretty fit myself, but this guy could have made my face into a punching bag if he felt like it. It really turned me on to think I was under his power like that...I took more and more of his dick into my wet mouth, but it was hard. I mean this guy was huge! My jaws really had to spread now...I had moved up, and my forehead was almost touching his ripped abs, but I could hardly get his dick in my mouth.
"That's it...fuck yeah dude, you my fuckin' cocksucker now," he said.
It drove a chill down my spine to hear him say that. Then he put his hands on the back of my neck and pushed my head down on his cock. When my jaws were stretched to the max, he shoved his cock into my mouth hitting my throat. I gagged and pushed off against his massive thighs, but it was like trying to push a wall. My eyes were soon in his pubes as I started getting desperate for air. Then he sort of released me, and I pushed back up and breathed in.
"Keep sucking, bitch," Jon said. "oh fuck yeah..." I heard him moan. "Didn't know you had such a fuckin' slutty mouth Mike, or I'd have turned you into my personal cock-sucker a long time ago."
I just continued sucking on the head of his dick, waiting to see what he would do next. It didn't take long before he rammed his cock down my throat, gagging me again...this time pulling me down by the ears.
"Shit yeah! Fuckin' love hearing a cocksucker choke on my meat...choke on it, dumbass! Shit, Mike, I knew you wanted to suck me, dude, all those times you're fuckin' checking' me out...keep at it, boy, you're ' better than any cock-sucker I've had. You’re doing great you cock-sucking faggot."
Jon kept talking....I couldn't object to anything he said. Then I got an idea. I slowly looked past his chiseled abdominal muscles, past his massive muscled chest and into his piercing blue eyes. He looked at me with a mixture of lust, contempt, and power. Shit this was starting to turn me on. I sort of smiled back at him with his cock deep In my throat which wasn’t a good idea.
"Watch your teeth cocksucker,” he said while slapping me in the face. “Move your head up and down on my dick dumb ass, you’ll get your fuckin’ treat in a minute,” he added.
That just about did it for me. I started sucking up and down his monster cock as much as I could; the only sounds in the room were sounds of me slurping and Jon's occasional grunts. Pretty soon, he had me by the hair, and dipped my head all the way down to his pubes...I was just about out of air, but I felt his body tense up and his cock expand in my mouth.
"FUCK YEAH! Eat my fuckin' cum, you sick homo!" Jon barked at me.
I had no choice...with his cock stretching out my throat, he was the boss...and soon he came once, twice, three times...
"Right into your fuckin' cocksucker throat, faggot! Take it!" Then Jon pulled out and came once in my mouth and then twice on my face.
I never felt so degraded, but at the same time hot...Jon wiped his cock off on my chin and pushed me away with his knee. He looked for a second at me, his magnificent chest expanding and contracting, a light sheen of sweat over his muscles. He took a rag next to his chair and threw it in my face.
"Wipe your face, dick-licker, you're covered in cum just like a whore," Jon said.
I did so, then watched him get up off the chair, showing all the definition in his cut abs and shoulders. I was really surprised that he was still mostly hard. Almost without thinking I reached into my boxers and started jacking off...but Jon kicked my hand away and told me to follow him. I was embarassed as hell--I mean, this bigger jock had just come in my mouth! But...I was still really turned on, especially by his dominant attitude...what the hell was wrong with me?
Seeing his muscled back and ass, all thoughts of resistance flew out, and I was totally in heat. He walked out to the living room and poured himself a glass of Pepsi, and I did the same. The drink was refreshing, and I was even starting to calm down. Then Jon walked to the couch and called me over. I went there and stood right in front of him.
Let me start by telling you a little about myself. I'm about 5'11, with almost jet black hair, grey eyes with a square jaw line. Oh yeah, I’m really toned too, nothing big, but good enough which I get by jogging and hitting the gym a few times a week. I've got a nice six-pack and my complexion is just right which means I never have to tan.
Where was I, oh I remember, I was fucking on a regular basis which is usually unheard of during your first year of college. There was this one girl that I had been hanging out with a lot but and we never considered ourselves boyfriend / girlfriend. I luckily dodged that bullet as she became very boring, never wanted to do anything and started to get on my case all the time. She got really pissed off at me because I moved out of my dorm room and rented an apartment close to campus and she was hoping to move in with me. She was out of fucking mind.
Thing is I did need a roommate because it is a two-bedroom and I didn’t want to nor could I afford to pay all the cost on my own. I was able to find a roommate through my sometimes wonderful network of friends. One of them knew someone that was friends with some jock friends. Through this network of people I was introduced to Jon.
Jon seemed to be a cool guy in the beginning. He is a wide receiver on the football team, and is known on campus as an all-around stud. He is about 6'2, and I would guess maybe 190 pounds of toned muscle, which I could see all the time because he walks around shirtless all the time. The really distinctive thing about him I guess is his hair, which I knew from a number of stories how much girls liked it. It is sort of wavy, and longer in the front than the back, but not too long; and is light brown with natural auburn-reddish highlights, so he really stands out.
The thing that struck me about his body was not just the muscle, which was normal for a football player, but how cut he was; I mean you could see all the muscles, and he had something like an eight-pack; on his really massive, meaty shoulders, there was a very fine sprinkling of freckles, but you wouldn't really notice them. He had striking blue eyes, etc., the whole package...girls went crazy for him, and I saw him score a bunch just in the first few weeks of living together.
So like I said he was a good guy at first, but things started changing fast. It started changing with small things...Jon would just be rude at times, hardly grunt when I said hi and stuff like that, if he was busy, which was fine, but then also he would mess up the bathroom when taking a shower and not clean up for example. Or generally just make a mess, leave his shoes and socks and even boxers and so on in the common area. Or he would eat my food and not give it a second thought. One time, in the beginning, he even asked me to do his laundry for him, which I did, because I was expecting that he would do the same.
Well needless to say, I didn't even get a "thank you" for doing his clothes, and of course he never offered to do mine when he went out. Oh, lets not forget about how sometimes when I am with a girl he walks around in boxers or come out of the shower and strut around in a towel if me and the girl were out in the living room watching a movie or something. I’ll admit that I was a bit jealous at times because in just three weeks after moving in, he had a threesome in his bedroom, and was fucking the shit out of two girls from what I could hear and one of them was a cheerleader.
There was a long four day weekend coming up and I was a little behind in my assignments so I decided to stay on campus to get caught up. I decided that that when he returned to school from the long holiday, I would just ignore his as much as possible. Well apparently he was behind too because he didn’t leave campus either. It was a Friday night and I was taking a break from my stuff looking online and having a beer when I heard a knock on my bedroom door.
"Yeah?" I asked, and Jon walked in.
He was, as usual, wearing only some boxers. I looked for a second and took in the sight of his perfectly built body, and smooth, muscled thighs and calves...I mean, I not gay or anything, but he is a really good-looking guy even if he was a prick, and I sort of just instinctively looked.
"'Sup dude?" he asked, and sort of looked around. "Hey Mike, you got any more paper, man?"
"What’s that?" I asked, still sort of transfixed by his body, and the obvious bulge in his boxers...I knew he was hung from what I'd heard around, but I had never seen him naked.
"Paper?" He just stood there for a sec and gave me back a sly smile. He really was a handsome dude.
"Yeah, man, I'm out of printing paper," he added. "Got any?" he asked again, and sort of grabbed his crotch while looking around for some on the shelves that are hanging close to the door.
I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it, he always did this, but now I was confused, 'cause I was getting boned up big-time...it was sort of embarrassing, I mean here I was getting hard from watching my football roomie in his boxers. He saw a stack of papers on the upper shelf and just helped himself to some of it and turned around.
"Yeah...so...thanks," he added, and almost turned, but before he did so, he spoke, almost as a second thought, "Oh so, hey, Mike? I've got this problem with my psych paper? You wanna come to my room and help me figure it out?"
He was sort of reclining his shoulder blades on my door and facing me as he spoke, which really made his abs show and his chiseled chest was shining from the lamp. I didn't want to be a prick too, so I mean, yeah, I was going to help him. The only problem was that if I were to get up right then, he would’ve seen how hard I was and I was having a tough time hiding it as it was.
"Sure Jon," I said, almost blushing. "Let me finish here, and I'll be in your room in a sec, k?"
Jon agreed and left. I watched his slow, almost strutting walk, and all the muscles in his back and calves contract and expand as he walked away. I quickly snapped out of the whole thing, though, and drank a glass of water. I decided that was all too weird, and I would go help him out, and then come back and jack off to some hot Jenna Jameson or Sylvia Saint or something...I hadn't had any in about a week, and I knew it was the same for Jon, it was crunch time for mid-terms.
But when I got to Jon's room, my plans for self-control flew out the window. My dick almost instantly started getting hard...he was sort of splayed out on a chair in front of his computer, one foot up on the desk, showing the amazing musculature of his thighs and hamstrings, and sort of lying back, with one hand on the mouse, and the other sort of in the top of his boxers.
"Hey 'sup Mike, take a seat," he said. I sat next to his chair, on his bed, so that my growing bulge would be out of his sight.
I could feel the heat coming from his body even this far away. He looked for maybe another half a minute at his computer, after which he did something that sort of threw me off guard. In one move he wheeled around on his revolving chair until he was facing me, and then placed one foot on the floor, and one on the side of the bed, right between my legs. He smiled.
"So Mike, you horny or something bro?" he asked, still smiling. His smirk was not entirely mean. I sort of blushed.
"Uhhmmm...I don't know, I mean, you know..."
"Fuck yeah, you're horny, dude," Jon said back to me, grinning now, and pressed his foot against my hard dick through my boxers.
His move sort of sent me overboard and I backed up, as if I'd been electric shocked.
"Yo Jon, what the fuck man?" Jon was still shooting me that grin. He lay back in his chair, with his legs sort of splayed out.
"Cut the bullshit, Mike," he said, but in a sort of friendly way. "I know you're hot for me. I see you checking me out all the time; you even fucking threw a boner when I came into your room earlier...tell me...you jack off when you hear me fuck my bitches?"
I stuttered for a second...I had masturbated many times hearing Jon pound into all these hot girls. Shit...he had me.
I said what came to mind first.
"I'm not gay Jon, if that's what you're saying..."
Jon chuckled, "No one said anyone's gay, man. I just said you're hot for me. I know it's true. So..." he said, sort of arching his brows and cupping his crotch. "Want some, Mike? I'll make your day for you, dude..."
I looked at him. Was he joking? Was this a trap...I mean...if I said yes would he beat me up?
"Ever sucked cock, Mike?"
I freaked out at this. I sat up and was ready to get off his bed, but Jon placed his foot right on my taut stomach, and lightly pushed me back. I looked straight at him.
"Plenty of guys wanna suck my cock, dude...I'm giving you a chance here..." he smirked at me. I sort of sat back down, and looked slowly past his ridged abdomen, to the top of his boxers, where his hand was just teasing the elastic band.
"Yeah...I thought so, Mike. Why don't you get over here."
Jon pushed his wheeled chair back by tapping the bed with his foot. This put some space between him and the bed. Reluctantly, but almost hypnotized, I crawled off the bed and found myself on my knees in front of this jock stud. What the fuck was I doing? Was I just on my knees in front of my asshole roomie? I mean, I thought this guy was a prick, yet here I was...
"What you waiting for, faggot, take my boxers off," Jon's sudden command cut through everything I was thinking.
Even forgetting that he had called me a faggot, I was so turned on by this guy's body and his cocky attitude, that I immediately started doing what he asked me to. I slowly took down the elastic band of his boxers, feeling underneath the hard muscles of his lower abs. He had a line of muscle running around his hips...this guy was just totally jacked. Pretty soon, he raised up off a bit and I had his boxers around the middle of his thighs. Holy shit! I thought...this guy was hung...I mean, I'd heard of it, but he wasn't even totally hard yet, and he still had me beat.
As soon as I got the CK boxers around his knees, he sort of used his legs to get them around his ankles and then kicked them off to the side. Grabbing my wrist, he led my right hand to his growing cock.
"Jack me, stud," he said, sort of in jest. "You've jacked yourself off plenty of times, you know how to do it, right?"
I smiled back and grabbed his tool. I was surprised at how thick it was and it wasn’t even completely hard yet. Pretty soon though it grew; must have been at least eight or nine inches and fucking thick.
"Lick the head," Jon quickly cut my daydream short and in a trance-like state I did as he asked. Then I looked back at him for instructions. He had a commanding, almost mean look in his eye now.
"Again, dumbass," he said.
I started licking his head. Pretty soon Jon told me to lick the underside of his now vertical cock up and down, and then the sides. Throughout all this he said nothing, just watched me clean his cock with my tongue. It tasted hard and soft at the same time...it was warm, but it had this strength...I mean, I was totally in heat by now, and salivating like crazy. His cock was glistening with my spit.
"Good," Jon added. "Now...suck my dick, dude," he said and put his hands behind his head, sort of resting on the doors of a closet.
I jumped on it, and the head slid into my mouth. I was in heaven and couldn't get enough of this tough jock's hot cock. That's what really got me off...I almost came in my boxers without touching myself...the fact that he was so tough, I mean, I was pretty fit myself, but this guy could have made my face into a punching bag if he felt like it. It really turned me on to think I was under his power like that...I took more and more of his dick into my wet mouth, but it was hard. I mean this guy was huge! My jaws really had to spread now...I had moved up, and my forehead was almost touching his ripped abs, but I could hardly get his dick in my mouth.
"That's it...fuck yeah dude, you my fuckin' cocksucker now," he said.
It drove a chill down my spine to hear him say that. Then he put his hands on the back of my neck and pushed my head down on his cock. When my jaws were stretched to the max, he shoved his cock into my mouth hitting my throat. I gagged and pushed off against his massive thighs, but it was like trying to push a wall. My eyes were soon in his pubes as I started getting desperate for air. Then he sort of released me, and I pushed back up and breathed in.
"Keep sucking, bitch," Jon said. "oh fuck yeah..." I heard him moan. "Didn't know you had such a fuckin' slutty mouth Mike, or I'd have turned you into my personal cock-sucker a long time ago."
I just continued sucking on the head of his dick, waiting to see what he would do next. It didn't take long before he rammed his cock down my throat, gagging me again...this time pulling me down by the ears.
"Shit yeah! Fuckin' love hearing a cocksucker choke on my meat...choke on it, dumbass! Shit, Mike, I knew you wanted to suck me, dude, all those times you're fuckin' checking' me out...keep at it, boy, you're ' better than any cock-sucker I've had. You’re doing great you cock-sucking faggot."
Jon kept talking....I couldn't object to anything he said. Then I got an idea. I slowly looked past his chiseled abdominal muscles, past his massive muscled chest and into his piercing blue eyes. He looked at me with a mixture of lust, contempt, and power. Shit this was starting to turn me on. I sort of smiled back at him with his cock deep In my throat which wasn’t a good idea.
"Watch your teeth cocksucker,” he said while slapping me in the face. “Move your head up and down on my dick dumb ass, you’ll get your fuckin’ treat in a minute,” he added.
That just about did it for me. I started sucking up and down his monster cock as much as I could; the only sounds in the room were sounds of me slurping and Jon's occasional grunts. Pretty soon, he had me by the hair, and dipped my head all the way down to his pubes...I was just about out of air, but I felt his body tense up and his cock expand in my mouth.
"FUCK YEAH! Eat my fuckin' cum, you sick homo!" Jon barked at me.
I had no choice...with his cock stretching out my throat, he was the boss...and soon he came once, twice, three times...
"Right into your fuckin' cocksucker throat, faggot! Take it!" Then Jon pulled out and came once in my mouth and then twice on my face.
I never felt so degraded, but at the same time hot...Jon wiped his cock off on my chin and pushed me away with his knee. He looked for a second at me, his magnificent chest expanding and contracting, a light sheen of sweat over his muscles. He took a rag next to his chair and threw it in my face.
"Wipe your face, dick-licker, you're covered in cum just like a whore," Jon said.
I did so, then watched him get up off the chair, showing all the definition in his cut abs and shoulders. I was really surprised that he was still mostly hard. Almost without thinking I reached into my boxers and started jacking off...but Jon kicked my hand away and told me to follow him. I was embarassed as hell--I mean, this bigger jock had just come in my mouth! But...I was still really turned on, especially by his dominant attitude...what the hell was wrong with me?
Seeing his muscled back and ass, all thoughts of resistance flew out, and I was totally in heat. He walked out to the living room and poured himself a glass of Pepsi, and I did the same. The drink was refreshing, and I was even starting to calm down. Then Jon walked to the couch and called me over. I went there and stood right in front of him.
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