Super Jock Shorts - "Study Buddy Perks" Pt. 3
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| Mr. Smith above |
All he wanted to do was to go upstairs with Duke, while his mom and annoying dominant little brother were away and fuck the wrestler jock’s brains out. He assumed that tonight would be the night that he finally had a taste of Duke’s supposedly amazing jockpussy. But instead, Duke wanted to stay downstairs in the family room, eat pizza and watch TV with his dad of all people. He just didn’t understand why, but he assumed it started when they got back to his place from school.
Mr. Smith (Reggie) had just gotten back home from work and decided to take a shower to get the dirt, grime, and sweat off of his body, and right as he got out the bathroom, walked right into Marcus and Duke. He wasn’t wearing a towel and drew the ire of his moody teenage son, “For Christ’s sake Dad, put something on. I don’t want to have nightmares of you and your...thing flopping around.”
Reggie blushed not because of his son, but because of the hungry gaze that he got from Duke.
Duke looked the wet, sexy DILF up and down, taking in all of his utter sexiness and raw strength, pretty clear with his bulky dad-bod and hanging hog in between his tree-trunk thighs. A bead of water was hanging onto the plump cut cockhead and all Duke wanted to do was to lick it off with a hungry, starving aggression.
“S-sorry son.” Reggie said while rushing away to his room, where he dressed in a well-used white wifebeater shirt and a pair of thin shorts. The shirt had no sides and it allowed for his massive pecs, topped with permanently pointy nipples poking out of the sides. The shorts were a little bit tight, Marcus probably messed something up with the washer and it shrunk his clothes.
He hiked the shorts up harshly, having some trouble getting them up and over his huge black ass, then readjusted his package so it didn’t look so obvious, but with his cock hanging over the top of his bull balls, it pushed the sausage outwards. It looked so obscene.
Reggie went back downstairs, deciding to order a pizza for dinner and then watch a game on TV. A couple minutes before the pizza came, the boys came downstairs although Marcus looked particularly reluctant to do so, while Duke was grinning from ear to ear, his gaze never leaving Reggie’s bulge, it jiggled and bounced in the shorts.
“Fuck! Look at that fucking thing! I can’t wait to get a taste.” Duke thought to himself, grabbing his bulge and adjusting himself in the pair of shorts Marcus loaned to him, which were a little tight all around.
In the family room were two couches and two leather recliners sat side by side with a table in between. Reggie sat in the recliner, letting his legs spread apart as he sipped on an ice cold beer. Duke and Marcus took the couch adjacent with Duke getting a good enough vantage point that he could see up Mr. Smith’s pant leg.
Right there was a prime cut of daddy meat, just waiting to be sucked and stuffed deep into a tight, wet pink pussy.
Reggie could feel eyes on his body and tried to ignore it, but his cock kept getting fatter, filling up with blood as he began to sweat and get hot. He was thankful, when Duke announced that he was going into the kitchen and asked if anyone wanted something to drink.
“I’ll have another beer, if you wouldn’t mind.” “Could you grab me a soda?”
Duke nodded and went into the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbed a beer with a couple of soda cans. Before he went back to the family room, he saw a picture hanging on the fridge, stuck to its metallic surface with a flower magnet. In the picture was the entire Smith family, at some museum somewhere, and Mr. Smith looked so fucking hot! He was dressed like a typical dad on a vacation, but extremely erotic without even meaning to be.
His clothes looked painted on his body, Duke’s hole twitched hungrily as he could actually see Mr. Smith’s cock print in the picture.
“God I need this DILF in my guts now!” Duke thought and his hole twitched again, he moaned lowly and he gripped his pussy lips around the buttplug still in his ass, he had meant to return it to Marcus, but of course he got distracted.
Duke sauntered back into the room, handing the beer to Mr. Smith with a wink making the daddy blush, then tossing the soda to Marcus who barely caught it.
Right as Duke was about to open his soda, Mr. Smith called to him, “Hey, I think just for tonight since your mom and brother are away, you boys can have a beer too.”
“Serious dad?” Marcus was surprised but excited, his body vibrating.
“Yes son, I’m serious” Reggie chuckled and smiled at his son acting like a little kid at Christmas.
Duke leaped up from his chair, “I’ll grab them!”
Duke came back quickly, one of the beers already opened, but he seemed to trip on the thick rug in the room, spilling the beer all down the front of Mr. Smith’s wifebeater and shorts.
“OH MY GOD!” Duke exclaimed, setting down the other beers quickly and using nothing but his hands, patted at the large wet spots on Mr. Smith’s clothes, it was a poorly-hidden attempt to feel the burly daddy up. “I’m so sorry Mr. S, I didn’t mean to!”
Mr. Smith was frozen sitting there, not really knowing what to do. He stared down at Duke, who was looking directly into his eyes and biting his soft pink lips, “Fuck! Those big pillowy lips, stop biting on them! I gotta do something before I burst out these shorts. God, I’m so hard!” Reggie thought in a horny panic.
“I-I..It’s okay Duke, I just need to dry off and get into some new clothes.” Reggie said and internally cheered, patting himself on the back for that quick thinking.
But Duke wasn’t going to let this one time offer go to waste and responded back instantly, “Oh let me help you with that, it’s the least I can do.”
Before Reggie could respond back with a “No, that’s alright”, Duke had grabbed his hand and pulled him from the comfortable leather recliner, down the main foyer and into the laundry room. Reggie didn’t know how he knew where to go, but he assumed the jock was following the loud sounds of the washing machine and dryer.
Duke went in first, but held the door open for Reggie who walked in and sighed thinking to himself, “Guess I better get this over with…”
He started with the sticky, beer-soaked wifebeater first, pulling it off slowly then cracked his neck and stretched some, momentarily forgetting that Duke was still behind him. He came back to his surroundings, when he heard the door lock with an audible click.
“What are you doing kiddo?” Reggie questioned, he was nervous but his cock kept twitching and filling up with blood.
“I saw you looking at my ass earlier and I think you know that I was looking at that big cock of yours in those tiny shorts.”
“W-what do you me-an?”
“What I mean is,” Duke said this while getting closer with each word. “I know you want me, either on my knees sucking you off or bent over that washing machine, as you pound the fuck out of my guts.”
“I want it and you do too, don’t deny it.” Duke was starved for a good dicking and wanted it from his study buddy’s sexy father, it seemed like Marcus would have to wait some more.
Reggie’s cock jerked throughout that entire thing, he tried to reassure himself that he wasn’t horny for this slutty jock, but his cock was taking over and he could barely resist Duke’s seduction.
Duke was waiting for the older man to make the first move, but he was getting restless and with a booming command, “I want your cock sir, so drop those FUCKING SHORTS NOW!”
The submissive side that was usually repressed by Reggie came back full force and he didn’t spare a minute, tucking his thumbs underneath the tight waistband of his shorts and pushing them down to the floor, where they flooded into a heap.
Duke gasped, he had only seen the large schlong through a crack in Marcus’s door, but seeing it up close and personal was a totally different experience. It was at least 11 prime inches of Smith meat, he was cut and the red cockhead looked like an angry dark brown snake hanging in between the daddy’s meaty, tree trunk thighs. It was fatter and longer than both Marcus and Carlos’s combined.
“Oh fuck Mr. S, now I know where your sons get their horse cocks from.” Duke was marveled, he wiped at his mouth which was drooling. He so desperately wanted to get a taste, a suck, fuck he wanted Mr. Smith to fuck his face ruthlessly til he overfilled his mouth with his seed.
But his pussy was in overdrive, chewing hungrily on the buttplug stuck deep in his ass, so with an excitement-filled rush, Duke lowered the loaned shorts, tossing them across the small room and hopping onto the dryer. The vibrations from the machine made Duke let out a low moan as his hands also whipped off his cut-off tanktop, letting it drop to the floor without a care.
“N-now...listen here son, I love my wife.” Reggie tried to convince Duke.
“If you loved your wife, you would tell me to stop. You wouldn’t be getting hard and leaking over this tight boipussy.” Duke lifted his muscular legs over his head, showing off his flexibility despite his massive bulky stature, and spread his legs into a split almost, revealing a virgin-tight jockpussy covered with the red round base of the plug.
Duke pulled the plug out slowly, moaning and groaning the whole way through, the plug finally was released from the wrestler’s slutty pussylips with a loud PLOP!
“I can’t do this…” Reggie said again, his voice getting quieter and looked away from the perverted sight.
“Look Mr. S. If you’re concerned that you’re going to disrespect your wife, why don’t you just look at it then. Just take a one look, okay?”
Duke’s coaxing worked as Reggie slowly turned back around and gasped under his breath, “Fucking hell…”
Reggie’s cock rose until he was fully hard, there was a never ending strand of precum connecting the tip to the floor, he licked his lips and locked onto the pink flower.
“I can admire,” Reggie said as he started to unconsciously jerk himself off. “But that’s it. Nothing after that.”
Reggie couldn’t lie, Duke had the tightest boipussy he had ever seen, the elder Smith had dabbled with others in college, but only a couple of times and never again after beginning to date July, his future wife.
“Sure Mr. S, but don’t you want to do more? How about this, you just stuck the tip in my wet muscle pussy, the tip isn’t cheating.” Duke reasoned while playing around his stiff nipples, giving them a tug and pinch, each painful pinch drawing out more and more moans.
“I really want to feel the tip of that monster, stretching my little naughty hole. Come on, Mr. S I’m getting restless.”
Reggie was an inch away from Duke, feeling the warmth of the younger man right there, waiting for him to do it. But something was holding him back.
“Look at me Mr. S.” Duke had grabbed his finger, the golden wedding band glinting in the light overhead, and slipped the ring off. Duke brought it to his mouth and began to suggestively, erotically, tongue the hole of the ring, going in and out like he was tasting something savory and sweet.
“O-okay, but just the tip.” Reggie said finally, lifting his cock up and aiming it up with the puckering hole.
“There you go,” Duke moaned, feeling Reggie’s wide, wet cockhead pressed up against his hole. “Push it in now Mr. S.”
Reggie hesitated so Duke grabbed his cock and slowly started to slap it against his puck, each slap leaving behind thick smears of precum.
“Just the tip right?” Reggie wanted verbal confirmation, breathing heavily, his balls churning with cum.
“Just the tip sir.” Reggie pushed in slowly, his cockhead spreading Duke’s tight, oh so tight, pussy apart and popped into warmth and wetness surrounding him.
“Ooooohhhhh fuckkkkk! So fucking tight!” Reggie groaned, his hands coming to rest on either side of Duke on the dryer.
Duke moaned in unison with Reggie, his eyes rolling in the back of his head and biting his lip hard, but not enough to draw blood, thank goodness.
Muttering to himself as he kept sinking (unknowingly) in deeper into Duke’s phat ass, “I love my wife--fuck--I love my wife...OH fuck Jesus Christ!” His eyes closed tightly shut, having been overcome with pleasure.
Duke glanced down and saw that Reggie had a whole lot more to go before he would connect against his soft ass cheeks, and it made Duke moan louder. He wasn’t worried about making a ruckus, the dryer and washing machine combined together were so nosy that he bet Marcus couldn’t even hear them.
Soon Reggie opened his eyes feeling his bloated nuts resting against something soft and cushiony, “Oh fuck!”
Duke’s hole is stretched to the max, he’s so fucking full with Reggie fully bottomed out in his ass, he could even feel the fat, wide tip against his prostate.
“So fucking big, fuck me daddy!” Duke screamed mentally.
Duke couldn’t take it anymore and just yelled at Reggie, “Fuck me sir, fucky my ass. I know you can’t fuck your wife like you really want to, she can’t handle this monster dong. But fuck my ass as hard and as long as you want, I can take it daddy.”
Hearing Duke call him ‘daddy’ makes Reggie’s inner animal instinct unleash itself and he fucks Duke...hard!
The rough pounding on the vibrating dryer is causing boxes above on the wire shelve to fall over and get closer to the edge. Duke is gripping Reggie’s muscular back, scratching it and definitely leaving marks, while Reggie is sucking at the wrestler’s sweaty neck, even giving it a couple of bites, sure to have hickeys appear in the morning.
SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!
“You’re so fucking tight boy, like a virgin. I don’t know how my son didn’t make you gape.” Reggie shocked himself, talking so openly about his youngest son’s penis.
“Shut the fuck up and breed me daddy!” Duke replied, wanting Reggie to stay quiet and just seed his hole.
Hearing ‘daddy’ again makes Reggie so fucking horny for Duke, so he grabs on either side of his waist and really goes to town on him. His heavy nutsack swinging like crazy, slapping against the bottom of Duke’s round ass cheeks.
“So fucking t-tight!!” Reggie groaned.
Back in the living room, Marcus was mindlessly watching some barely funny sitcom on the plasma screen TV, sipping on the beer next to him, when he felt a buzz in his pocket. He pulled out his phone and saw that he had a message from Carlos who was labeled on his phone as “Lil Bro Master” with a couple of purple devil, eggplant, and water spurt emojis next to the title. Marcus regretted letting Carlos do that, but he was riding a high from his little brother shooting his cum into his mouth, he really did need the extra protein for his next basketball match.
He opened the message and it was a series of videos from Carlos, he clicked on the first one and had to swiftly lower his phone volume.
It was a video of Carlos fucking one of the phattiest asses Marcus had ever seen, if there was a ranked list this ass would seriously compete with Duke’s meaty buns. Marcus’s cock, which was semi-hard currently, filled with blood quickly as he watched his little brother’s donkey dick stretch the pussy underneath him. Just hearing the mix of Carlos’s groans as he made that slut gape and the slut moan for Carlos to go deeper, had him pull his cock out of his shorts and begin to jerk it.
“Yeah bitch, moan for me,” Carlos commanded, slapping the slut’s ass cheek again, a visible red handprint growing deeper in color was left behind. “Do you know who this is Marcus? Listen real close as this moans for me to fuck him deeper.”
“Moan bitch!” Carlos smacked the dude again, it made Marcus’s cock throb and drool precum which he cupped into his hand, lathering it all over his length, the slickness allowing his hand to glide up and down swiftly.
“Ooooooohhhhh fuck cus!!” The dude yelled and Marcus’s jaw dropped.
Carlos was fucking their little cousin Trent, he was around Carlos’s age and was the quietest, shyiest little dude ever. He was average height and nothing really special about him, but before being used as Carlos’s fuck toy, Marcus never really gave Trent much thought, but now realizing that Trent was stacked like a motherfucker he made a mental note to hit him up later.
“I’m going to breed this bitch big bro, then I’m going to fuck your mouth. Hope you’re alright with my cummy seconds.” Carlos chuckled and the video ended.
There were five more videos and Marcus clicked on the next one.
In the laundry room, Duke pawed at Reggie’s huge pecs that hang over, playing with his nipples that always point downwards giving them a good tug as the daddy let out a deep growl from his throat.
“Yes! Pound that hole! Fuck me!” Duke moaned out.
“Oh god daddy, breed me like Carlos did.”
“You fucking slut.” Reggie uttered all guttural like, his hips thrusting with such might and power, it made Duke’s back knock against the laundry room wall with considerable force. Thankfully, Duke was much tougher than he seemed, a lot tougher…
Duke’s getting close to a powerful assgasm, his toes curling as Reggies continues to wildly pound his ass with no end in sight for him.
“I’m going to cum deep in your pussy boy,” Reggie growled, staring directly at Duke who stared back with the same amount of ferocity. “Gonna make you my personal breeding bitch!”
“But...what about your wife, daddy?” Duke questioned innocently.
Then Reggie came, seemingly gallons and gallons of cum straight from his churning bull balls came flooding into Duke’s tight hole, blasting past his second hole and entering Duke into a whole nother state of pleasurable euphoria. Duke moaned and moaned, and moaned as the waves of his assgasm hit him again and again.
Reggie keep thrusting balls deep until all of the potent sperm in his sack was buried deep in Duke’s pussy. He pulled out as Duke’s body kept vibrating and shaking, still feeling the residual effects of the assgasm. Usually after a fuck, Duke’s hole would shrink up and tighten again, but it seemed like a monster cock that Reggie had made Duke gape, a rare sight to see but a super fucking hot one.
Duke picked up the casted aside buttplug, shoving it slowly into his gaping, cum-dripping ruined hole and then started to dress again, as did Reggie.
Before they left the laundry room, Duke handed Reggie back his wedding ring who slowly put it back on with a blush, then grabbed Duke’s shoulder as he opened the door.
“This was a one-time thing Duke, never again am I clear?” Reggie said, trying to put a little bit of authority in his voice.
Duke glanced down at the hand on his shoulder, seeing the ring on Reggie’s finger, then glanced back up at the daddy, “We’ll see about that Mr. S.” Duke winked at the man and gave him a quick peek on the cheek, before walking out into the hallway.
“What have I gotten myself into?” Reggie thought and sighed, rubbing his face sighing again. He glanced for a couple of seconds at the wedding band on his finger, then hurried out of the laundry room.
Marcus was close to cumming, but heard footfalls behind him and had to rush to make it seem like he was acting normal, unfortunately trapping his throbbing cock underneath his tight waistband. Duke sat down beside Marcus, acting no different than when he left with his dad, who sat back down in the recliner now shirtless with some dry shorts on.
“What took you guys so long in there?” Marcus asked curiously.
“Marcus?”
“Yeah dad?”
“Shut up and watch the show.” Reggie said and popped the handle on the side of the recliner, raising his feet up on the foot rest, leaning back in his leather chair.
Marcus glanced over at Duke who was humming to himself softly, trying his best not to wiggle around too much. Marcus leaned to whisper a question into his friend’s ear, “What were you two doing in there?”
Duke, without taking his eyes off of the screen, whispered back “I’ll tell you later dude.”
Duke and Reggie laughed at the same time, when the joke was said as Marcus sat back on the leather couch looking bewildered.
Can't wait for the next part!
ReplyDeleteOmg I remember reading your series back when it came out. Didnt know you were writing more, just got caught up! So good, cant wait to see future posts!
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