Jock Auction (7 page)

“You gonna look at it or you gonna suck it?” he asked me, with a reveal-nothing

smile, testing me. I looked him dead in the eye.

“Get it out and let’s see.”

With my help, he unzipped his jeans and eased them down his slender thighs. He

was wearing briefs again underneath, baby blue this time. The outline of his firming cock was clear through the fabric.

“Have you measured it?”

He chuckled at that. “Such a jock thing to do,” he told me.

I grinned sheepishly. “I guess I’m just a jock, then.”

He shook his head. “Nah, you’re much more than that.”

I ran my fingertips across his dick where it stretched against his briefs. I could feel the thick veins running along it, could even begin to feel the ooze of his precum as it leaked into the cotton. Maybe on a more averagely built guy it would look normal, but Craig’s body and that dick, they just made each other look all the more crazy.

He was tugging on my T-shirt now as I manhandled his cock, pulling the T-shirt

up and over my head so that I stood there barechested in just my jeans and my

sneakers. I knew, could tell from the way he touched me so eagerly, that my muscles turned him on. There was a look of glazed admiration in his eyes, and it left me hungry.

I felt myself slipping down to my knees as Craig watched me in wary surprise. It

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what I wanted. Crouched and face-to-face with his bulge, I watched as it twitched

inside his underwear and then felt its warmth as I slipped my fingers past the elastic waistband.

Gently, I eased the fabric down, and his cock slapped free, long and heavy. I

tugged his briefs down to his thighs, taut between his spread legs, then wrapped my fingers around his shaft, gave it a slow, leisurely stroke or two. A glistening bead was forming at the tip, and—before I had a chance to stop and think about it, or second-guess my motivations, or even just allow my brain the opportunity to scream,
What are
you doing?
— I leaned forward and let it brush against my closed lips.

Craig shuddered, a tight gasp escaping clenched teeth. Bolder now, I let the tip of his dick rub across my mouth, feeling the blunt ridge scrape against my lips, and then allowing my tongue to ease out until I could taste him.

It wasn’t…bad. It just felt like something I wouldn’t do. I was straight. I liked girls.

I knew that was true. And yet I couldn’t resist letting the thick head slip into my mouth, where I could suck gently on it. I felt Craig’s hands gently take hold of me, just under my ears, not moving me but just cradling my face as I rasped my tongue against the sticky underside of his knob.

“Fuck…fuck,” I could hear him whispering. “What are you doing, Kyle; what the

fuck are you doing?” I pulled my head back, looking up into his eyes as my hand fisted his dick.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He nodded. “And I’m doing it okay?” He

nodded again, blushing some now. I licked my lips. I could taste his slight saltiness there. “And you’re gonna do whatever I say next, right?” There was a flush of both fear and lust on him then, but he nodded all the same. I nodded back.

“Right. Okay. No dicking my throat, okay?” He chuckled as I opened up and fed

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incredibly powerful about it, the knowledge that I had something so sensitive of Craig’s in my mouth. I could bite down, if I wanted to, and cause him a whole world of pain.

I didn’t, though. Instead, I tried to do to him what he’d done to me a week ago,

swirling my tongue around his shaft, alternating between concentrating on the head until he flinched and twisted—my grip on what remained of his dick out of my mouth the only thing keeping him in place at times—and slurping down the rest of him.

Before long, I could feel him start to shudder. I doubled my work on the very tip, dragging my tongue up, across the underside of his cock, and then against the meaty curve on top. Craig was gripping my shoulders now, and I started to panic that he

might bust in my mouth. I wasn’t sure I was ready for that.

I don’t know if he guessed that or if the sensations were too much for him, but he pulled himself free and, after a couple of frantic strokes, came across my chest, his eyes screwed up, chest taut. I could smell the hot, boyish musk of him.

I stood up, knees complaining a little, and looked down at my chest. Thick trickles were making their slow journey down my pecs and toward my abs, leaving a glistening trail behind them. Craig’s breathing was settling down to normal, and I knew it was time to take charge, that he’d enjoy it if I did.

I gave him a jab of my hand to his chest and he stumbled back, colliding with the

wall, his dick still in his hand. His eyes flashed fear and confusion as I followed him, pointedly glancing down at my sticky torso.

“You got it all over me, you little fucker,” I snarled. He ran his hand through his hair nervously, pushing it back from his forehead, though it quickly tumbled back, his eyes wide and pupils tiny.

I ran my hand up my abs, slicked up the cream across them. “You get me messy,

you clean me up; that’s the deal,” I told him, as I wiped my hand across his mouth, his cheeks, smeared him with his own juice. “And you’d better do a fucking good job.”

I scooped up more and pushed my fingers against his lips. I knew he didn’t dislike it—at least, he’d seemed pretty okay with eating mine before—but he squirmed from

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me until I used my other hand to grip his throat and hold his face in place. “Open up,” I told him, digging my fingertips between his lips until he parted them himself, allowing me to wipe my fingers across his tongue.

After the first couple of times feeding his flushed face from my fingers, I gripped his hair and used it to guide his tongue across my chest and down my abs, Craig’s

knees buckling as I forced him to his knees. At times I’d pull his head back, look at the mess I’d made of his face, and stare down into the glazed expression in his eyes. I knew he wanted it because his cock was already more than half-hard again, lolling out

between his legs.

“Oh God, Kyle.” His voice was hoarse, rasped through his chest. “Oh, fuck.”

I could feel his hand on my dick, squeezing it through my jeans. The other was

cradling my ass, helping hold him upright. It made me feel powerful somehow, that I had this other guy down on the ground, desperate for me.

“Get my dick out,” I ordered him, and his hands whipped to my fly, tongue still

digging into the muscles of my abs. “Faster, you little fuck,” I grunted, and he moaned against me, fingers eagerly tugging at the button, yanking at the zipper.

Eventually he had them open, pulled my jeans down to midthigh, and then he

was working on easing my cock out of my boxer-briefs. I twitched as I felt his grip close around my shaft. I was hard already, a combination of arousal and power making me

twitch and jerk as he held me with both hands.

“You want to suck it, don’t you?” I demanded, looking down at his upturned face.

The flush had spread across his cheeks; his pupils had gone so wide they almost

eclipsed all the color in his eyes. He didn’t have to say yes; I knew he wanted it bad.

I still had my fist bunched in Craig’s hair, a tight grip just above the nape, and I pulled him back from me so that I could look down past my abs and to where his

fingers were wrapped lovingly around me. Maybe it was the power and the feeling of doing something illicit, out of character, but it tipped me over the edge somehow.

“Get it good and wet, because it’s gonna fuck you next.”

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I hadn’t let him protest, just used my hold on him to mash his face into my groin.

He picked up fast, opening wide and letting me slam my cock inside. Soon his lips were brushing my pubes, and I could feel his throat gulping around my glans, massaging me eagerly. His hands were on my ass, pulling me deeper, and in the end I let go of his head and stretched my arms up above me. Craig was impaling himself more eagerly

than I’d been making him before.

Was I really going to fuck him? I’d said it in the heat of the moment, hyped with

the knowledge that he’d agreed to do anything—anything!—if I’d blow him. I wasn’t

sure if he’d done it before; I’d fucked my girlfriend before but never in the ass. I know some guys would think any hole was a goal—and some would be equally grossed out if it was a guy—but I had to admit, the thought of pounding into Craig was getting me iron hard in his mouth.

He was really going to town too, choking down on my cock like his life depended

on it, keeping it deep in his throat until he had to pull back gasping and spluttering. My dick was glistening, dripping as he slapped it wetly against his cheeks, across his lips.

The sight of him, so subservient, was pushing my buttons too, making me meaner

than I’d usually ever be. As he slid his fist along me, I jabbed at his forehead with the heel of my hand, bouncing the back of his head against the wall. Craig stumbled back, falling from his knees, and I followed him down, gripping his chin and forcing my cock back into his mouth as he stared up at me, dazed.

“Finger yourself,” I ordered him, and watched as he spread his legs on the floor,

reached a hand beneath himself, and began to jab his fingers at his hole. I let two of my fingers trail in his mouth, then used them to pull his jaw open so that I could plunge myself deeper into his face.

“Show me, you little fuck.”

He grunted around my dick, tilting his hips up so that his own thick cock lolled

swollen on his belly, smearing precum across his stomach. I could see he had two

fingers jammed inside his ass already, scissoring them open, twisting them around.

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“You dirty bastard, you’ve done this before, haven’t you?” I sneered, watching the flush spread across his narrow chest. “I bet you lie there every night fingering your hole and wishing it was me.”

I didn’t care he was a boy now. I didn’t care that I was straight. I tugged my dick from between his lips, gripped his cheeks, and then slapped them gently before

dropping to my knees between his splayed thighs. I placed a hand under the crook of each knee and yanked him forward, pulled his ass toward me, and heard the loud

thump as his head struck the wall again.

“Ready?” I asked him, but it was rhetorical. Craig’s eyes were like mirrors, his lips glistening and swollen. Automatically he grabbed his legs and pulled them up, back, exposing himself obscenely—his fat prick vast on his slender form. His ass looked loose, open slightly from where he’d been working himself over, and I let the head of my dick kiss up against it, leaving trails of spit and precum.

“Fuck me, Kyle,” he begged, a pleading note in his voice. “Just put it in me.”

I didn’t have to be asked twice. One hand around my shaft, the other palm flat on

Craig’s yanked-back thigh, I eased my hips forward, watching as his hole first resisted and then suddenly gaped around me. He gasped as the fat rim of my knob lodged

inside his ring, but I didn’t give him any time to get used to it. “You’re taking it all, Craig,” I warned him, letting my weight slowly and surely drive every inch of me

inside.

It was hot and tight and insanely good, like my cock was being gripped all over by a dozen tight, slick hands. I felt his heels come to rest on my lower back as I bottomed out inside him, the close crop of my pubes brushing against his balls. I leaned down so that I could jam my mouth onto his, then force my tongue inside. He froze for a

moment, as if in shock, then started to kiss me back, matching my aggression even as I started to gradually pull back out of him.

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in. Craig’s body convulsed under me as he tried to half-fight the feelings, but unable to escape from where I had him pinned, near folded in two against the wall.

He was a sly little fucker, I knew that, though. One hand was already underneath

me, between my spread legs, stroking at my balls and tracing circles around my ass. I knew it was only a matter of time before that slippery finger dug its way inside me, just as I knew that would go a long way toward tipping me over the edge, so I doubled my efforts at pounding his hole.

I could feel the friction growing now, the clutch of his ass massaging my cock as I reamed him. Craig had his other arm around my neck, fingers gripping me tightly,

while my tongue feasted on his mouth. The feeling of being meshed with him was

incredible; my girlfriend had only ever really lain there as I humped away on top, and at the time I’d thought that was the best. Now, though, as Craig bucked and writhed beneath me, thrusting his hips up to meet each of my motions, trying desperately to squeeze his fingers in far enough to jab at my prostate, I knew I’d been fooling myself before.

“Gonna come in you,” I gasped, feeling myself topple over the precipice. Craig

rammed two fingers into my ass as hard as he could, and I pushed home in turn,

burying my cock inside him. My orgasm was enough to make me see stars, my vision

tightening as I shot load after load until I was aching. Craig clung to my neck all along, body shuddering in turn.

It took a solid minute or two for my breathing to come anywhere near back to

normal. “Sly fuck,” I told him, chuckling, as he pulled his fingers from my hole. I sat back on my haunches, let my cock slide out from his gooey insides. His ass was puffy and red, almost matching the angry shade of his erection—near glossy at the head, it was so swollen.