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The commercial was probably the high light of my Sophomore year. Football had crashed as far as I was concerned. I guess it was my fault not thinking things through. Thinking anyone would go into Varsity as the starting ¼ back as a Sophomore, well—pretty stupid, huh ? It didn't help the hurt though. I took solace in beer, weed, and the basement. I ignored my lil bro, Dustin most of the time now.
I changed my look after that first day of practice—having spent the night at 'the spot', and later picking up some cowboy boots, mostly ditching the jock/sk8tr
boy look. The next day I shaved the mohawk—fuck, I was the last one still sporting one. It troubled me to think of what Mark Mattox had said, that it was all about me. I certainly didn't mean that. For me it was always the team. Or, at least that's what I kept telling myself.
I guess the cowboy look was so typical for Texas, it went mostly unnoticed. When in the locker room I started wearing sweats a lot, since according to my friends my big dick, and hairy ass was offensive to some, cause I flashed it around all the time acting like a prick. Still wasn't putting on a damm shirt, though—can't watch your muscles flex if they're covered up. I guess playing the quite type though was better than being bashed for who you were. 'Cept this was the act—who I was was gone now, at least for a while.
I guess strictly speaking, Cameron lived up to his promise of making sure I got some game time each game—about 2 plays, lol. The funny thing was, we went undefeated that year, into the playoffs, and damm if we didn't win the state championships again. With our top two ¼ backs out by half time, from injury, I finally got in the game towards the end of the third quarter. To make it short, I picked up three TD's, and we won the game. In fact, despite the limited play time I got the whole season, I threw more TD's than any of the other four ¼ backs. No one even noticed, or made note of it. I took this team to that championship—yep, I sure the fuck did. Next summer would be a long thinking process, as I decided whether I wanted to continue to play or not. My fantasy had pretty much been defeated.
About the 3rd game of playoffs, we played the Tigers again. Cole Parker and I met up afterwards, as usual. We went and got some Mexican, (food that is), and back to the motel room in Austin. It was pretty quite actually, I wasn't very talkative. Turning on the TV and popping a beer, I lay down beside him on the bed.
I put my arm around his shoulder, and just began rubbing on him a bit, and playing with his hair. He glanced over at me at one point and smiled, so I guessed that maybe he was 'for it'. I don't guess I had ever 'made love' to a dude, it was always more just str8 up fucking, and usually for some benefit. But---I was gonna give it a try.
I leaned over and began licking on his left tit. Ever so slightly a touch, and he shivered a bit form the sensation. Moving to his pit, I buried my nose in it's bush, and slowly breath in his masculine mansmell. Not too strong, but definitely man. Switching to the right pit, and doing the same, he flashed a slight smile at me. We were both already down to boxers—ya I usually brought some on the road. I could see he was already getting boned up. Typically, he shouldn't expect nothing less than the way it had always been—rough and to the point. Funny how he was getting a boner if that was what he was thinking—did he actually like that shit ?
Moving down with my tongue now to his belly, I circled each ab muscle, much to his delight, then continued up and down his happy trail. His trail was actually a bit thicker than mine, but he only went up to his belly button, whereas mine was now up to my pecs. Mostly hairless from the waist up other than the trail, and pits, he had a nice smooth lightly muscled build. He was hot as fuck—and he made my balls tingle every time I was around him.
When it came to sex, it didn't take me long to get worked up—I was just a horny fuck all the time. Gently pulling his boxers down, then tossing them on the floor, I went all the way down to his big jock feet. Didn't have much funk going on there—Cole was more of the daily shower type than myself. I engulfed his big toe, and gently started sucking on it, again to his delight. He had a pretty smile—perfect teeth, never bad breath, and he tasted good, although kissing b o y s was still kinda rare for me. I ran my tongue up and down the soles of his feet—we were the same size there—12.
Pushing his legs up now, to where his knees were back at his ears, I dived right into his slightly hairy hole. He wasn't ripe or musky, like I usually was, and I think I detected Old Spice. Not bad, I guess. Probing his jock hole with my tongue, I worked up a lot of spit to make him sloppy. I loved a sloppy hole, whether it was before or after. Digging into the depths of his canal, I went as deep as I could, him moaning the whole time. Basically doing a slow fuck of his hole with my tongue, Cole was now moaning and wiggling around like it was his first time. I moved up to face him, and straight from his hole to his mouth, ran my tongue in a far as I could go. He instantly starting sucking on my tongue---not sure if he was relishing his own funk, or just happy cause I slipped the tongue to him :)
I give him a big grin, and grab the lube from the nite stand, and go back down on his waiting hole with my tongue, getting him a bit more wet. Dripping the lube in my palm, I slick up my now raging jock cock to it's fully boned status, then toss the lube to the foot of the bed. Aiming my mushroom to his hole, I give a gentle push, then, in my head, began to count the inches. One---two---three---four--just like that, until I had all 9” of rock hard, vein popping cock buried to the hilt. I could feel my pubes rubbing up against his ass, and as they tickled, I grinned a bit at myself.
Slowly pulling back, then again burying my massive fuck stick to the bottom of his guts, I repeat the process several times, until finally picking up the pace to about one plunge per second. In only a couple of minutes, Cole grabs me around my neck, and softly says “fuck me Matthew, fuck me like you own it”. Shaking my head back and forth, NO, I proceeded with the slow deliberate fuck, each time hitting the bottom of his guts, then a slight extra push at the bottom.
This went on for nearly half an hour, just the slowest fuck I guess I had ever delivered. I was surprised at myself that I could hold off that long, where normally it would be all over by now. However, the tension was definitely mounting, and I could sense the pressure building in my low hanging hairy balls. They began to tighten, and start their journey upwards, towards my prostrate. I clenched my teeth and eyes, trying desperately to hold off, and not go for the slam. As Cole also began to tighten his grip on my ever swelling fuck meat, his abs and chest began to turn red, and I myself began sweating down my back and forehead.
Finally at last, the moment arrived. I buried my cock into the far depths of his guts, and just stopped. I had never done that before. Tilting my head backwards, and delivering a groan from the bottom of my own guts, I volly. With my abs and asshole convulsing, I blasted. And blasted. And blasted some more.
Nine shots I counted, delivering straight into Cole's guts. I was sure I was well past the upper ass hole, and my hot thick jock juice was flying with all it's might well into his intestines. I held it in for a bit, while Cole now has started stroking his own meat, trying to bust his own nut. Pulling out of his well stretched hole, I went down to his meat, and pushing his hand away with my mouth, engulfed his whole 8”. Straight down to the pubes, I put on my tightest lip lock, and going up and down full length of his shaft, sucked him with all my might. It only took moments for him to blast. Shot after shot of his rich creamy nut quickly filled my mouth, and even started dripping out onto his pubes. I held all I could in my mouth, then returning to his now filled hole, sucked out my own junk from his ass.
My mouth was full now of our mixture, holding all I could as it began trickling down my throat. It was good, and I just relished it's taste, and creamyness. Moving back up now to his face, I grab him by the throat, and gently f o r c I n g his mouth open, drop the load into his. Instantly following with my mouth, we began 'snowballin', mixing our sweet jock nectar, and each gradually swallowing our rich creamy slime.
Finally subsiding, and just laying there beside each other, it was nearly a whole minute before I reached over to the nite stand for a smoke. Lighting one up for each of us, we were nearly half way through the cigs before one spoke.
“Jeez Matthew—you never done anything like that before”. I turn my head towards him, and smiling, just say “so—did I do it right”? Cole responds with a big grin, and softly responds, “oh ya”. I chuckled back at him and with my own smirk, “Well homie, don't get used to it. I still own your ass---and your still my punk”. -->
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