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I arrived early for my freshman year at the University of Iowa. I was eager
to get started on the road to adulthood and personal responsibility. Gone
forever were my baseball jock days and jack-off nights at Our Lady Queen of
Peace High in South Beloit. It was time to get serious and that meant pushing
sex out of my mind and cracking the books. But it didn't take long for reality
to rear it's head.
At the University's housing office on the very first day of freshman
registration, I was given the news. I had not been assigned to any dorm room.
The dorms were completely full. Instead, I was told that I was number 237 on the
waiting list. I had to find off-campus housing and I had to find it fast. This
unforseen predicament came as a shock to me. I felt like crying.
Luckily a fellow freshman who received similar news caught my eye. Gordon was at
the housing office with his mother. He too learned that he was wait-listed and
had to find someplace off-campus to live for now. As we both were standing in
line, waiting for a counselor, I noticed him checking out my baseball jock butt.
Even though I didn't lift weights or do any training over the past summer, high
school baseball and my Polish farm-boy genes still gave me a damn fine Mike
Piazza ass. Gordon couldn't keep his eyes off of it.
It didn't take long for the two of us to strike up a conversation, and in no
time, I was invited to join Gordon and his mom for a housing search. Since I
didn't know the area, didn't have a car and Gordon's mom drove, this offer was
one I could not pass up.
And I sure didn't mind being around Gordon. He had a strong, masculine look,
even though he wasn't very buffed-out or heavily muscled-up. It was his thick,
hairy chest, deep Zak Spears voice, and extremely manly air--the butchest of the
butch--that made me so damn horny. My Joe Boxer shorts first got damp, but soon
were soaked with pre-cum--pre-cum that exposed my lust for anyone who cared to
look. I wanted Gordon real bad.
As far as the serious task at hand went, we all pooped-out quickly. No housing
prospects came along that first day we looked. Disappointed, we headed just out
of town to the Cock 'n' Bull Motel, where Gordon and his mom had rented a room
last night.
Gordon's mother decided to go for a swim in the motel's pool and she tried to
convince Gordon and me to join her. But before I could get a word out, Gordon
said we both just wanted to relax and watch TV in the room. He flashed me a
wicked smile and subtly rubbed his now-bulging crotch. This ballsy move took me
by surprise and just about made me sperm in my pants right then and there.
With mom out of the way and the TV tuned to "E! Wild on South Beach," Gordon
began to strip and said he was "dying to chow-down" on my hot jock ass for
dinner. I could tell he was really hungry, so I pulled down my pants and bent
over to give Gordon a full moon. I said, "Go ahead. It's all you can eat
tonight. Just make sure you clean everything off of your plate." Gordon flashed
that wicked smile again and said, "Gladly."
He dove into my horny jock butt like Greg Louganis diving for his fifth Olympic
Gold. Gordon's tongue was in me so deep, I could swear he licked my prostate
from the inside. As his tongue swirled up, down and around my ass crack like a
mad dervish, Gordon emitted a frenzied, animalistic sound. He was slurping and
sucking my hole with total abandon. And I was in heaven.
When he finally came up for air, Gordon said, "Stick your fingers in there. Get
in that hole real deep. I want to see you poke your own hot jock ass." With
Gordon's nose no more than 2 inches from the target, I did as he instructed. I
stuck first one, then another, and finally a third finger deep into my ass. I
moved them in, out and around. I savored the first-time experience of this most
intense ass pleasure. It was a feeling of strenght, fullness, relief and
relaxtion which only deep-ass work can bring. My nuts were going to pop.
When I pulled my slimey fingers out of my jock hole, I was ready to unload hot
sperm all of the place. But Gordon grabbed my hand and stopped me. He greedily
stuck the fingers which had been in my ass only moments ago into his own mouth.
Gordon went after them like a starving dog devouring table scraps. In no time,
he had licked my fingers clean. Not a trace of slime, lube, sweat, toilet paper
scraps or any brown bits remained. The sight of his heated frenzy for my bubble
butt and everything that was inside of it, made me swoon. Without touching
myself, I shot load after load of thick, ropey sperm which formed small puddles
on the bed.
As I lay back, breathless, exhausted, and satisfied, I watched Gordon lick all
of my sperm puddles off of the sheet. He swallowed everything. He didn't miss a
one. But soon the taste of my jock cum made him blow his own load in return.
Bending over, he licked-up those sperm puddles, too, savoring their taste as
much as the taste of any.
But just when Gordon was about to collapse on top of me, spent and satisfied, a
key was inserted and rattled in the motel room door. Before either of us could
budge, the door swung open. We were frozen naked in each others arms.
(to be continued)
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