My body and brain were jolted by his hot, wet tongue-touch, but he hung onto my cock and swirled his slimy tongue under and over and around my puffed-up dickhead. “That’s the way,” I grunted, and wrenched a hand off the damp, scrunched-up bedcover and brought it up to my nipples. I pinched and plucked my inflamed, pink nips, rolled them between my shaking fingers, heightening the erotic sensation of Matt’s tongue-lashing.
He basted my ballooned-out mushroom cap with his sizzling juices, then popped my cockhead in his mouth and started sucking. I moaned my encouragement, and gazed through lust-misted eyes at his bobbing blonde head, at the TV screen where the black guy was deep-throating his companion’s monster cock like there was no tomorrow. I anxiously ran my fingers through Matt’s soft, yellow locks, stroked his beautiful bouncing head as he pulled on my cock-top. Then he gripped my quivering thighs and crammed as much cock into his gaping maw as he could. He sucked and sucked and sucked, his humid breath steaming out of his flared nostrils as he wet-vacced my wood.
The feeling was un-fucking-believable! I’d had a few guys, and even a couple of girls (before I’d gotten well and truly bent), give me a hummer, but nothing like what Matt was dishing out. He knew just how to handle a long, hard stick, hockey and otherwise, with practice obviously making perfect. He gulped down almost my entire petrified pecker, sealed it in his superheated mouth, and sucked on it with a relentless intensity.
“Yeah, baby, yeah!” I shouted, frantically grasping fistfuls of his golden hair and hanging on while he mouth-pumped my dong like an oil derrick – up and down, up and down, over and over and over again. I looked up from Matt’s amazing mouth-to-cock resuckitation only when the swallowed-up guy on TV yelled the Swedish equivalent of “I’m cumming!” and jerked his sopping axe out of his lover’s craven mouth, stroked it frenziedly, and then blasted thick, creamy semen into his buddy’s gaping mouth.
Matt pulled and pulled on my raging cock with his sensual, moist mouth and lips, slurped at the underside of my dick with his flattened-out tongue. His head plunged even further down, until his nose plowed into my curly, black fur and his stretched-out mouth and throat were absolutely jam-packed with cock. And when his tongue slithered out of his crammed mouth to lap at my hairy balls, the awesome sensations became way too much for me and the cum in my balls boiled out-of-control.
“I’m gonna blow my load, Matt!” I bellowed in warning.
He looked up into my glazed eyes, disgorged a third of my drenched meat, and then torqued up the sucking pressure another notch, tugging on my inflamed tool faster and faster, until, just before blast-off, he wrenched my dripping dong out of his craw and rapidly took up with his hand where his spectacular mouth had left off.
“Fuck almighty!” I shrieked wildly. Cum rocketed out of my hand-jacked cock and flew all over the place. I came and came and came, blowing wad after wad of white-hot jizz into the air, my body spasming uncontrollably, as Matt pumped and pumped me, drained me of cum.
When the last of the goo had flown my cock, Matt kissed my twitching, red dick-tip and licked up a few drops of sticky overflow. Then he looked at me and said, “Now it’s my shift, dude.”
I fell back onto the bed, my balls emptied perhaps for all time, my body and mind wasted. “Anything you want, man,” I gasped. “Anything.”
He popped my sagging, sopping dong back into his mouth, milked it a moment longer, then slapped my thigh and said, “Assume the formation, big guy.”
“Huh? I don’t-“
“C’mon, you know the drill! Time to take a shot at that sexy ass of yours. I bet it’s got more uses than just warming a bench,” he joked.
I rolled over with a groan and lethargically crawled onto my hands and knees, pushed my round, taut butt into the air. The TV had gone blank when the preview ended, but it sure as hell had accomplished its sexual sales job. I watched Matt jog over to his wallet on the counter, his big, heavy cock jouncing happily. He plucked out a condom, tore it open, and eagerly rolled it down his enormous dick.
“Play safe,” he quipped, then climbed onto the bed, behind my behind. He felt up my butt cheeks, squeezing and kneading them, then lightly slapping the cheeky pair of them.
“Fuck me up the ass,” I grunted, his hot, hard, probing fingers feeling great on my bum.
“Sounds like a plan,” he said, before spreading my pillows apart so that he could blow on my asshole – fan the fire already burning there.
My cock started to tingle, and even swelled back to semi-attention when Matt plugged his tongue into my ass. “Yeah,” I groaned, as he swirled his pink blade of bliss around in my butt, his fingers caressing and fondling my ass, my re-hardened cock. He tongued and tongued my flaming glory hole, then flattened his tongue and licked me clear from the base of my furry balls to the top of tremulous ass.
He lapped long and hard at my balls and backdoor, giving me the ’round the world of my life, before eventually saying, “I think you’re just about wet enough for some real bodychecking.” He spat in his hand and rubbed his sheathed cock, and I reached back and spread my ass cheeks, urging him to fill the gap in my defense.
“Time to go bottom shelf,” he commented, then grabbed his cock and pressed his huge mushroomed hood up against my teeny, tiny opening.
“Shoot it in!” I yelled, desperate for his cock to be sliding around in my ass.
He pushed forward, penetrated my pucker, and then eased his engorged erection into my quivering bum. I pushed back at him, and his massive cock sank all the way into my gripping asshole. We both had the man-advantage now, only I was the one being penal-ized – and it felt fantastic! He churned his hips back and forth, slowly at first, his big dick filling my stretched-wide love tunnel. Then he moved faster and faster, till he was banging my sensitized butt like a goaltender bangs his stick on the ice to signal the end of a penalty.
“Pummel my ass!” I hollered.
He quit dogging it then and really picked up the pace, frantically pounded my petoot, jolting my body with his reckless ass-battering. “Damn, you’re tight, baby,” he hissed through gritted teeth, gripping my waist and hammering away at me, sweat dappling his ripped upper body, the muscles on his thick arms standing out in stark, rigid relief. He split me in two with his savage schlonging, his heavy balls smacking my rippling cheeks. He plundered my anus again and again, relentlessly, as I desperately tried and failed to pull my own goalie.
“I’m gonna cum, baby!” he shouted all-too-soon, throwing back his head and revving up his hips even more. He ass-slammed me frenziedly, blowing my mind with his battering-ram cock, and then he grunted in ecstasy and his heaving body jerked like a player caught with his head down. He clung desperately to my waist as he was buffeted by blistering orgasm, as white-hot cum cannonaded out of his prick and into the condom shoved cock-first up my ass.
He came over and over, groaning and moaning with joy as he pumped my jiggling bum with his spurting cock, until finally he collapsed, exhausted, on top of me. He gently tongued my neck, lapped up my dewy perspiration and quipped, “He shoots, he scores.”
“We better keep this between ourselves, Matt,” I said, turning serious. I didn’t want the rest of the rugged team knowing that me and my linemate were rump-bumpers.
But Matt surprised me for a second time that night by saying, “Why just keep it between ourselves, dude? The more the merrier. I’ve already scored with half the starting line-up; you were one of the few I hadn’t completed a pass to yet.” He smiled, his cock still buried to the balls inside my bottom. “I was saving the best for last, dude.”
He shoots, he scores, indeed.