Hot Jocks, page 3
Brian heard the tray crash to the floor and immediately went to see what had happened. After all, he’d been working there for a while and Nathan had never dropped a thing. When Brian reached the narrow doorway he stopped short. Nathan didn’t know Brian was watching. Nathan was on all fours, reaching for papers, with his back arched, his legs spread, and his ass in the air.
Brian cleared his throat; he kept his voice even. “Is everything okay, Professor?”
Nathan froze. “Ah, well…”
“Can I help you?” Brian asked. He crossed the room and stood in front of Nathan.
When Nathan looked up, his mouth was open and his reading glasses had slipped to the edge of his nose. He stared between Brian’s legs. His face turned red and he became disoriented. The outline of Brian’s semierect penis was in his face. And from what he could see, Brian’s penis had to be as wide as a Coke bottle.
“I dropped these papers by accident,” Nathan said. “I guess I was taken aback when I looked out and saw the snow. I’m terrified to drive in snow; just terrified.”
Brian tilted his head and frowned. He pressed his lips together tightly. In the months he’d worked for Nathan, he had figured out that there wasn’t much about Nathan that was vulnerable. He reached out to help Nathan stand. His large hand was strong and solid; Nathan felt the calluses on Brian’s palms from the weights he lifted during football training.
“I wish I could stay here tonight, but that would be against all the school rules, not to mention an insurance liability,” Nathan said. And nobody knew the school rules as well as Nathan Loveland.
Brian lowered his eyebrows; he seemed to have trouble finding his voice, then said, “Well, you’re more than welcome to stay at my place tonight, Professor. It’s within walking distance, and I’d sleep on the floor.”
Nathan blinked and smoothed out his slacks. He didn’t know how that would look. If anyone saw him going home with Brian to an apartment over the hardware store, they might get the wrong idea. Brian was a student; people on small college campuses talked. So he smiled and said, “Ah, well, I might be better off going home tonight. But thanks for offering.”
Brian put his hands in his pockets and stared at the floor. The outline of the head of his penis was now more obvious than ever. Nathan had a sudden change of heart. “Maybe you could drive home with me. I mean, I could drive, but at least I won’t be alone in case anything happens.”
Brian grinned. “Actually, I think that’s probably best, Professor. You really shouldn’t be driving around alone in this mess.”
Though Nathan lived only seven miles from the college, in a faded, olive green ranch house in one of the older, postwar subdivisions on the edge of town, it was a scary ride. Poor Brian sat back and clutched the vinyl seat until his knuckles turned white. His right foot pressed into the floor as though he had a brake pedal of his own. He stared straight ahead while Nathan bit his bottom lip and awkwardly stepped on the gas and then quickly removed his foot, repeatedly. The sudden jerks caused the little Nash Rambler to fishtail the entire way. When Nathan felt the car sliding, rather than going with the skid like he should have done, he hit the brake hard and went off the road more than once. Brian had to get out and push the car back onto the road each time. Nathan demolished three mailboxes and one yellow CHILDREN CROSSING sign, screaming, “Oh, shit!” while he clutched the steering wheel so hard he worried it might snap off the column.
By the time they were standing in Nathan’s warm, dry entrance hall Brian was soaking wet. Nathan looked at him and sighed, “Ah, well, you’re going to catch pneumonia.”
But Brian was staring at him now; there was a wide grin on his face. He leaned closer and said, “I’m fine, Professor.” He was so close Nathan could feel his hot breath on his neck. Brian had worked up a sweat pushing the car and his underarms smelled stronger, as if he’d just walked into a locker room after a football game.
Nathan stepped back. His face became flushed and he had trouble speaking. “We’d better get you into some warm clothes, Mr. Waters.” Then he took a deep breath, regained his strongest lecture voice and pointed down the hall toward the guest bedroom. “You go to the first door on the right and I’ll bring you dry clothes.”
Brian nodded before loping toward the guest room on the balls of his feet. Nathan pressed his palm to his mouth and thought what a fine state of affairs this was. What if one of the neighbors found out a young man like Brian was spending the night in his house? And what on earth would he give him to wear? Nathan didn’t own a pair of sweatpants; he wore boxer shorts to bed. The only suitable clothing he had was an oversized terry robe Aunt Bessie had given him one Christmas ten years ago. It was bulky and masculine and Brian didn’t like its thickness, so he never wore it. He went toward his own room to search the back reaches of his closet.
But as he crossed to the doorway he saw that Brian had stripped off his wet clothes—and hadn’t closed the guest room door. Brian’s muscular naked back was facing Nathan (oh, he had to know Nathan was watching; no one is that naïve). Nathan held his breath, admiring how nicely Brian’s buttocks were rounded below two perfect dimples at the small of his back. His waist was slim, but his torso widened to a perfect V-shape. His naked body was just as Nathan had imagined it from seeing him in a football uniform: thick with muscle, solid and compact and balanced to perfection in every possible way.
Nathan clenched his fists and bit his bottom lip. He wanted to crawl into the room and wrap his lips around Brian’s football-player dick. He wanted to take it into his mouth soft, and feel it grow. Instead, he merely said, “I’ll bring you a robe in a minute. I want to change my clothes first.”
Brian leaned against Nathan’s grandmother’s old oak bedpost, spread his legs so Nathan could see his balls dangle and bent down to remove his white athletic socks. “Take your time. I don’t mind being naked. I would walk around naked everywhere if it were legal.”
Nathan pressed his trembling palm to his throat; he wasn’t sure how to reply. Then he rushed into his bedroom and closed the door. But he didn’t go to the closet. Instead, he went to the dresser and pulled a jockstrap from the top drawer. He removed his clothes and put on the jock, then looked into the full-length mirror behind his door and took a deep breath before adjusting the waistband. His hands were shaky, his mouth was dry, and his heart was beating fast. But he didn’t look bad at all. His body was lean and firm and his ass was round and high. He wasn’t by any means as muscular or strong as Brian, but he was proud of his thin waist and smooth, hairless skin.
Nathan did not intend to make a move on Brian and he wasn’t planning to seduce him. He only wanted Brian to see him in a jockstrap, casually. Even though Brian was twenty-one years old, he was still a student. And Nathan could not be the one to make the first move. But Nathan wanted to make it clear that if Brian wanted to make the first move, he wasn’t going to object.
Five minutes later, he opened the door and crossed the hall. Brian was still stark naked, gazing out the window. Nathan stepped into the room and cleared his throat. When Brian turned and saw him wearing nothing but a jockstrap, his eyes opened wide. Brian turned all the way around to expose a full eightinch erection, thick and strong, just as Nathan had imagined it would be. He spread his legs and squared his broad shoulders. He hesitated for a moment, as if he were afraid to speak. Then he smiled and said, “You look good, Professor. I had a feeling there was something nice under all those brown suits. You have the perfect swimmer’s body.”
Now that he knew Brian wasn’t going to run out of the house screaming, Nathan’s knees stopped wobbling. He smiled and ran his tongue over his bottom lip. It was his turn to say something nice. “Thank you, Mr. Waters. You don’t look too bad yourself. The first time I saw you in your football uniform, I thought the same thing about you.”
“Do you like football players?” Brian asked, as if he could read Nathan’s mind.
Nathan nodded and said, “I love football players, Mr. Waters.”
Brian smiled. “Then come here and show me how much you like football players, Professor.” He spread his legs wider, leaned back, and grabbed his erection. He shook it up and down and said, “Do you like football player dick, Professor?”
When Nathan saw the smile on Brian’s face, he crossed the room slowly. His blood—and his dick—stirred at the thought of being with Brian: he was fantasy become real, a football player. But that wasn’t the only reason. Nathan genuinely liked the young man. With each step he took, his own cock grew harder. And when he was standing in front of Brian, he reached out and wrapped his right hand around Brian’s erection. He’d never touched another man’s dick; he hardly ever even touched his own, except when he pissed. And a small part of him couldn’t believe he was actually doing so now.
Brian bucked his hips, showing Nathan he was ready to play. “Are you okay about this?” he asked. “I don’t want you to do anything you might regret later.”
Nathan smiled and nodded yes. “I’m fine,” he said. “Thanks for asking.” In his entire life, no one had ever asked him a question nicer than this, and he had a feeling no one ever would.
Then Brian smiled and said, “Get down on the fucking floor and start licking my football player feet; work your way up until you reach my dick and balls. And don’t say a word; just fucking lick. If you say anything before you have permission to speak I’ll have to rub my football player socks in your face.” Then he gave Nathan a rough tap and asked, “Do you understand?”
At first, Nathan’s head jerked and his eyes bugged. Then he smiled and rubbed Brian’s shaft. “Yes, I understand,” he said. Though he’d never done anything like this before, not to mention with a man, Nathan was amazed at how naturally he was willing to respond to Brian’s harsh commands.
Nathan went to his knees, pressed his palms to the brown carpet and began to lick Brian’s large feet with long, wet licks so he could swallow their taste; they smelled thick and tweedy. He licked between Brian’s toes and over his instep. He gave each foot equal attention before he began licking Brian’s hairy, football player legs. He moaned as he licked. This was the taste of a real football player. He’d been waiting for a body like this all his life.
He slowly worked his way up Brian’s body, taking extra time to lick between his thighs. When he reached Brian’s crotch he sucked both balls into his wet mouth; Brian’s hard legs began to vibrate. Nathan sucked hard, and for a long time, rolling the balls with his tongue and sucking the nut sac with light pressure. And when Brian’s balls finally popped out of his mouth, Nathan looked up and asked, “Is that okay? Can I suck your dick now?”
Brian grabbed his hair and tugged lightly. He raised one eyebrow and said, “I told you not to speak until I said so. Now I’m going to have to punish you.”
Nathan had forgotten the part about not speaking. But he wasn’t afraid. Brian reached down to the floor for his white athletic socks, grabbed them, and rubbed them into Nathan’s face. He laughed and said, “You’ve been naughty, Professor.”
Nathan closed his eyes and opened his mouth. The socks weren’t really dirty, just wet from the snow, and smelled more of bleach and damp towels than of a jock’s sweat. But the fact that they had been worn by Brian made his heart race. Nathan was soon sucking and chewing them.
But Brian wanted to do something else. He yanked the socks out of Nathan’s mouth and threw them across the room. He grabbed Nathan’s hair again and said, “Now, take my dick in your hand and start sucking the head. I want you to lick the precome off and swallow it.” Brian’s voice was forceful but also somewhat apprehensive, as if he were afraid he’d gone too far with the request.
But Nathan reached for Brian’s cock. He wrapped his lips around the head so gently you would have sworn he was sucking an eggshell. Brian was dripping with precome by then; Nathan milked him with his hand and lapped every last drop as if he’d been doing this all his life, when, in fact, this was the first time he’d actually ever tasted a man’s precome…other than, rarely, his own.
Nathan sensed that Brian was ready to come and he would have been sated. But Brian grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled his mouth away just in time. “Oh, no,” he said, “I want to fuck your tight ass now. Is that what you want? You want my football player dick up your ass?” Then his voice softened and he asked, “Are you okay with this? Like I said, I don’t want you to do anything you might regret later.” He assumed Nathan wasn’t experienced.
Nathan wasn’t sure he wanted to get fucked. But he smiled and said, “Yes, I want your football player dick to fuck me.”
“Then get up on the bed and lie down on your stomach,” Brian ordered. “Shove a pillow under your stomach.”
As Nathan reached for a pillow, Brian asked, “Do you have any Vaseline?”
“In the bathroom, inside the medicine cabinet on the top shelf.”
When Brian left to get the Vaseline, Nathan pulled his dick out of the jockstrap so he could jerk off while Brian fucked him. He wasn’t sure what to expect. The only thing he’d ever had up his ass was his own finger…or two.
When Brian returned, he lathered his dick with lube and then spread more over Nathan’s hole. He took a deep breath and whispered, “You’ve got a nice tight hole.” Then he slapped Nathan’s ass and shouted, “Tell me what you want.”
Nathan spread his legs; he arched his back. “I want your big football player cock deep inside me. I want you to fuck me with it as hard as you can.”
Brian pounded his knee gently into one of Nathan’s cushioned asscheeks. Then he grabbed his dick and pressed the head to Nathan’s hole. “Have you ever done this before?”
“No. I haven’t.”
Brian smiled. “I like that. I had a feeling you were a tight virgin.” Then he gently inserted his finger into Nathan’s body. “I’ll open you up first. By the time I’m finished fingering your ass, you’ll be begging for my dick.”
He was right, too. Twenty minutes later, Brian had opened his ass up enough to shove three fingers inside, with room to spare.
Nathan finally said, “Fuck me now, as hard as you can.” His head was spinning; he’d lost all control of his senses. The only thing important to him was opening his legs as wide as he could for the young college football player.
“You want dick now?” Brian asked, slapping Nathan’s ass with his erection.
“Fuck me, please,” he begged. “Oh, Number Forty-Two, fuck me as hard as you can.”
Brian mounted him with one hard thrust. When the length of his cock slipped in, Nathan’s eyes rolled back and he gasped for air. He moaned, “Oh, yes. Oh, Number Forty-Two.”
Brian started bucking his slim hips. He fucked with just his hips, not his entire body. The rhythm was smooth and even, as if he’d just caught a football and he was building momentum as he ran toward the goal post.
Nathan’s head rocked. He could barely find the air to moan. Several times in his life he’d heard the expression “my loins burned with desire” and he’d always thought it was nothing more than a trite cliché…but his loins really were burning with desire. The harder Brian fucked the closer he came to explosion and he wasn’t even touching his own dick. Grandma’s old oak headboard started banging into the wall; a framed needlepoint crashed to the floor. Nathan didn’t care. If only Sally Mae Frye could see what Brian, football player number forty-two, was doing to him now. And he wondered, for a split second, how he could have gone this long without experiencing these outrageous sensations.
Brian started pounding faster. “Oh, yeah,” he shouted, “Here it comes. I’m gonna fucking come soon.” His face turned red and he started to mumble, almost incoherently, about how much he loved Nathan’s tight hole.
Then the fucking intensified even more, such that his balls slapped against Nathan’s ass. Nathan reached under the pillow and started jerking his own dick, though slowly. He was close and he didn’t want to come first.
A moment later, they came together. Brian’s body convulsed as he filled Nathan’s ass…his legs quivered and he squeezed Nathan’s shoulders so hard there would be bruises the next day. But Nathan didn’t care about the pain. He was experiencing an orgasm that started deep in his body, flowed to the lips of his hole and then erupted from his dick.
When the last spasm passed, Brian fell on top of Nathan and pinned him to the bed. His cock was still deep inside and he continued to buck his hips slowly.
Nathan sighed. “Mr. Waters, what on earth just happened here?” He inhaled, deeply, the strong smell of their sex and, from Brian’s pits, his sweat. Brian slapped Nathan’s ass and smiled. He shoved his cock in even deeper and whispered, “We just found out something interesting about each other, Professor.”
“What’s that?” Nathan asked.
Brain slapped his ass again. “Stop pretending.” He laughed. “You know you’ve been dying to get into my pants since the first day I came into your office. And I’ve seen you watching me during football practice.”
“You have?” Nathan asked. He had no idea he’d been so transparent.
Brian kissed his neck. “Don’t worry, though. I’ve been dying to get into your pants, too.”
Nathan blinked. “You have?” he repeated. He had no idea.
“There you are, Professor,” Brian said, “the truth is out.”
Brian’s cock finally slipped out of Nathan’s ass. Brian climbed off his back and sat on the edge of the bed. Nathan struggled to get up; his legs were sore and his thighs ached. “Does this mean that we’re going to sleep together tonight, Mr. Waters?”
Brian scratched his balls and said, “I hope this means that we’re going to be sleeping together for a lot longer than just tonight.”
Nathan understood that what had just happened was more than fucking. They had achieved a connection that went deeper than sex. He leaned forward, rested his palm on Brian’s cheek and kissed the young man on the lips. And when he pulled his head back, he smiled and said, “It’s not going to be easy. We have to be careful or people will talk. I could lose my job.”
