by Al Hofsteadter
Jack Summers frowned at the printed page before him. If he did not get this stuff in his handsome head there would be no more football for him next year, and that was something he could not imagine.
Jack had been on the varsity football team his first year at Midland College, and this year promised to look like a little All-American candidate, if things went as well as they had been going. But his grades were not keeping pace with his football prowess, and so for that reason he found himself all alone in Phi Theta Chi fraternity house over the Christmas holidays. Everyone else in the house was going home for the holidays, including the housemother, and the boy was completely alone in the large house. He hated the idea of being all alone at this time of the year, but he knew that if he did not stay at school and study, he’d never pass his finals, and that would mean no football next year.
Jack sat at the desk in his jockey shorts, trying to concentrate on the open book in front of him. As he did, his hand nestled in his crotch, fondling his balls and prick. He hadn’t had sex in weeks, and he felt his horniness distracting him from his studies. As he read on, he felt the old familiar hardness begin.
Jack was hung like the proverbial mule, a source of pride and pleasure to him in his many encounters with willing coeds at Midland. The athlete felt down in his shorts and pulled out the head of his huge prick, and continued to rub it. As he did. he felt the juice oozing out of the tip of his cock, attesting to the readiness of his organ for release.
“Well, old buddy, looks like you’re ready for a little action.” Jack gave up on trying to concentrate, and sat back in his chair away from the desk. He hauled his cock completely out of his shorts and took his meat in his hand and rubbed it slowly. Jack’s dick was uncircumcised, and the large head was sticking out of the sheath of flesh, coming up on a complete hard-on, the tip red and glistening from the love juice dripping from the slit.
Jack stood up and slipped off his shorts, throwing them casually on the bed in his room. The hornies had finally gotten to him, and he knew he needed a handjob, badly. He sat back down in the chair and leaned back in it, balancing on the back legs against the wall of his room.
As he felt the groin-tightening warmth inching up his cock, he stretched his long, muscular legs out in front of him, and gave himself over completely to what he was doing. He let his right hand grip his shaft, while he massaged his balls with his left Jack closed his eyes and remembered the last time he had had a girl. He remembered the feel of his rod slipping in and out of the girl’s tight pussy, and as he did he began to pump his rod faster, his fist working up and down the length of his organ furiously. The thoughts he was having made his nuts bunch up lighter beneath the root of his dong, and he felt himself getting perilously close to shooting.
Jack released his hold on his prick, moving both his hands up to his chest, rubbing his beautifully developed chest and stomach muscles. Jack Summers was tall, slightly over six feet, deeply tanned from the sunlamp on the training table.
His blond hair was cut longish, but not too long, as the coach frowned on really long hair. His deep, ice-blue eyes stared out of a ruggedly handsome face, and he knew that he was a good-looking stud.
Jack continued to rub his body, letting his hands roam over his chest, pinching his nipples. He knew from past experience that he would enjoy shooting his load more if he let his cock get soft before pumping it up again He looked down at his warrior, now beginning to wilt due to lack of stimulation.
“What ’s the matter, feller? Feeling neglected?” Jack felt of the tip of his dong, rubbing the glob of slimy fluid that had gathered there over the head of his dick, thrilling to the sensations that this action gave him.
The boy grabbed himself again, this time in earnest, knowing that this time he would not stop, could not stop, feeling the tingling in his balls that always preceded an orgasm. He began to pump his dork, letting it all go, feeling the fluid well up in his nuts, knowing that he must shoot at any minute. He got both hands around the thickness of it, and pistoned his meat, unable to think or feel anything but cock.
“That’s it, you bastard, come, shoot, give it up. COME, that’s the WAY. NOW, UGH!“ The thick cream shot out like a bullet, a thick glob of cum landing on Jack’s chest, as his dick continued to pump out floods of cream, running down over his hands, into the hairs around the root of his cock. He continued to pump, feeling the shock waves of fabulous sensation as his prick expelled the juice from his balls Jack rubbed his hands all over his stomach, wiping his hands of bis cum. then let his hands fall at his side, completely sated and spent. He got up and walked out of his room down the hall toward the showers, letting little drops of cum fall as he went, rubbing them into the carpet with his toes.
Jack showered noisily, singing loudly, although slightly off key. As he washed his prong, he realized that his jacking off had not completely cured his horniness and that he would be ready to go again, if only he had the opportunity Beating his meat only gave the boy temporary relief, although he realized that it was better than nothing.
Jack toweled off briskly and went back to his room pulling on fresh pair of jockey shorts. He sat down again, this time determined to get on to the books seriously. Suddenly, Jack heard the front door downstairs slam. He looked at the clock on his desk. 10:30. Now who the hell would be coming into the fraternity house at this hour of the night? Jack got up and went to the stairs at the end of the hall, and saw Larry Junkin, one of the guys in the fraternity, coming up the steps.
“Hi, Larry, what brings you out here at this time of day?”
Oh, I just brought Sally home, and I thought you could use a little company. I knew you’d be here pounding the books, and I just felt like coming by.” Larry grinned.
Jack and Larry were pretty good friends, as Jack was with most of the boys at the house, although they had never been especially close. Still, Jack welcomed the visit, not only because he had been lonely since everyone else had left but also because he wanted any excuse to stop studying.
Larry was also an extremely good-looking boy, about Jack’s size, but dark, with black hair and brown eyes, sporting the longer hair worn by many of the men on the campus. He had a better than average build, kept in shape through working out rather than by organized sports “Thought you might enjoy a beer. I brought us something to take your mind off the books and broads.” Larry was carrying a brown bag, out of which he took a six pack of Budweiser “Broads I don’t have to worry about in this place, but I could use a rest from the books.” Jack and Larry opened the beer, and Jack sat in the chair pulled around from the desk while Larry occupied the bed.
“How’d you make out with Sally? Did you score?” Jack knew Sally, and knew that she was known to make the scene with some of the guys he knew.
“Afraid not. All I got was a few feels and a little kissing. I gave it the old Phi Chi try, but struck out.” Larry looked dejected.
“Well, them’s the breaks. Better luck next time.” The two sucked on their beer. As Jack drew on his beer, he noticed that Larry’s eyes were glued to Jack’s crotch and the bulge in his jockey shorts. Jack knew that Larry dated a lot, and had no reason to think that Larry dug guys. Still, he started to watch Larry when he thought □bout it, and noticed that Larry’s gaze seemed to rest on his shorts with a suspicious frequency.
“How you been making out studying? Getting any work done?”
“Naw, shit, all I’m doing is putting in time. I don’t really think I’m learning a damned thing.” As Jack said this he let his hand stray to his crotch, and he scratched his balls slowly, watching Larry’s face closely. As he did, he noticed Larry’s breathing coming faster, and he realized that Larry was turning on to him. He blushed, quickly, remembering how quickly he had jacked off.
Jack realized that Larry might be available and decided to see if he could tempt him further. He sat back further in his chair, spreading his legs wider apart, forcing his cock and balls to stick out more in his shorts. Larry’s breathing came faster, heavier.
The knowledge that Larry might be switched on to Jack made Jack’s cock begin to swell, ever so slightly. Jack had never fooled around with another guy, and the strangeness of the whole situation affected him strongly.
Larry sat on the bed. his ears burning, his heart pounding, wondering if the sound of his heart beating could be heard in the still room. He had always been attracted to this big jock sitting in front of him. He had unconsciously hoped that he might find himself alone with Jack, and he could not keep from staring at Jack’s huge basket. Larry knew that he was attracted to boys, but had always fought those feelings violently Now. however, he could not ignore the fact that he was wishing that he could overcome his shyness and make a pass at Jack.
Jack broke the awkward silence.
“Boy, I’ve sure been homy these past few weeks How about you? You had any lately?” Jack rubbed his crotch as if in testimony to his words, conscious of the effect of his actions on the boy.
“What?” Larry realized then that he had been staring at Jack’s fingers on his cock. “Uh, no, not really. I guess.”
“Wish I could spare the time to go out and get some tail. I sure could use some.” Jack’s hand continued ministering to his prick, which by now was beginning to grow.
Jack stole a glance of his own, and saw that Larry’s pants were fully distended, giving evidence of Larry’s erection.
“Looks like you’re kind of horny yourself, eh. Larry?”
Larry did not answer, but stared fixedly at Jack’s middle, heedless of what Jack might think. He got up from the bed, trance-like, and walked over to Jack. He fell to his knees, and buried his head in Jack’s crotch, sobbing softly.
“Larry, what’s the matter? What the hell’s going on? Are you a cocksucker? What are you trying to do?” Jack knew damned good and well that he practically seduced the boy, but felt it necessary to at least try to salvage his masculinity.
Larry continued to kneel there, his head moving back and forth, slowly, rubbing his face in Jack’s crotch, inhaling deeply the male smell of the other boy. Jack reacted strongly, his cock rising to the erotic effect of Larry’s actions.
Jack spoke softly, “If that’s what you want, buddy, it’s okay. Go ahead.” Jack leaned back in his chair with a sigh. He was as ready for it as Larry was and could no longer keep up the pretense that he was angry about what was happening.
Larry looked up at Jack and smiled gratefully. His mind was racing, amazed at his own boldness, relieved that Jack had not taken a punch at him. He reached his hand into Jack’s shorts and took his prick out.
He felt the rock hardness of it and pumped the skin up and over the head of the flaring helmet at the tip.
He took both hands and carefully pulled the cloth of Jack’s shorts down over his hips. Jack lifted his hips enough to permit Larry to get his shorts off completely, and the garment slipped down over his thick thighs and calves, as Larry removed them.
Larry lowered his head and took the head of Jack’s dong in his mouth.
“Oooh, baby, that feels good,” Jack moaned.
Larry let his mouth go all the way down, and took as much of the thick pole as he could. Jack squirmed in his chair. He had fucked a lot of broads, but this was his first, his very first blow job, and he was enjoying it immensely.
Larry sucked on the shaft for a while, then let out all the way, nibbling on the head of Jack’s prick, knowing full well the fantastic effect it was having on the boy.
“Man, you must have had plenty of practice! You’re about to blow my mind. Don’t stop’” Jack was really beginning to wriggle around on the chair, making it difficult for Larry to keep Jack’s cock in his mouth. Then he let it slip out.
“Don’t stop, buddy, I’m about to go out of my skull.” Jack was afraid Larry was through.
“Relax, Jack. I’m not about to let you off that easy.”
Larry let his hands wander over Jack’s waist and hips, feeling the cheeks of his ass. then reached his head down and took one of Jack’s balls in his mouth, sucking gently, then releasing it and taking the other one, sucking slowly and easily.
“Holy shit, Man. that’s outasight! What are you doing to me, baby? I don’t know if I can stand it.” Jack was beginning to thrust with his hips now, his cock twitching and throbbing wildly.
“Easy, Jack. I’m almost through. You feel like you’re ready to come?” Larry was amazed at his own poise. He had never sucked a cock in his life, but felt like he’d been doing it always. It felt completely natural to be doing what he was. He realized with a jolt that he must, after all, be homosexual, but he didn’t care, he didn’t care about anything except sucking this gorgeous cock in front of him.
“Are you kidding? I’m about to cream right now. Please, Larry, don’t stop, whatever you do.” Jack was almost crying now, in a frenzy to get his rocks off.
Larry took Jack’s prick in his mouth again, continuing to knead and rub the ass cheeks with his fingers, going down, taking more, still more of the stiff flesh in his mouth. He ran his tongue up under the flesh of the foreskin, running his tongue round and round the girth of it, bobbing his head up and down, faster and faster, loving every minute of it. He was intoxicated with his power over the athlete, exhilarated with his ability to make the big stud man moan and twist in ecstasy.
Jack began to fuck Larry’s mouth. He was gone, incapable of stopping himself, and he was on his way to shooting. He grabbed Larry’s head, pulling his hair, shoving his prick deeper into Larry’s mouth, mouthfucking him mercilessly. The harder he fucked, the harder Larry sucked.
“Mmh. ungh, ah, shit, mmh. I’m coming, suck it, suck, fuck… Ahhhh…” With a loud wail, Jack gave one convulsive thrust of his hips and shot a load like he’d never shot in his life.
Larry felt the huge dong quiver as it began to deliver its volley of cream, felt the blast as it hit the back of his mouth, then swallowed eagerly as he felt wave after wave of juice flow down his throat Larry kept on sucking hungrily until finally Jack slumped back in the chair, exhausted, completely blown out.
Larry neatly sipped the last few drops of come from the tip of Jack’s dong, then let it slip out of his mouth at last.
Larry got up and went over to fall on the bed Jack was breathing like a steam engine, his chest heaving, his eyes closed.
After a while. Jack opened his eyes and looked at Larry. Larry by now was begin n«ng to feel guilt at what had happened. He looked contused and blushed deeply. “Larry, I don’t know it you realize it or not, but that was the first time I’ve ever been sucked off. And buddy, believe me, you are good at it. Do you mind if I ask you it you’ve ever done it to anyone else?”
“I know you won’t believe this. Jack, but it was the first time for me, too. I don’t know what came over me. I just had to do it And you know what else? I’m not sorry it happened I enjoyed it.”
“Shit, man. if that’s what a blow fob feels like. I’m a convert. I don’t think I’m queer, but I sure as hell enjoyed that. What say. Larry, can you spend the night? I don’t know how many of these I can stand, but if you’re game. I’d sure like to find out.” Jack looked eagerly at Larry.
“Thanks. Jack. If you really want me too. I’d sure as hell like to stay here with you. I don’t know what the record is, but maybe we can set a new one tonight.” Larry smiled at the other boy, and began slowly to undress, as Jack came toward him.
