New Ass Up, Rules Off

Back in my college days, I got to know a guy from one of my study groups who invited me to a weekend party at his place. He knew I was bisexual; he was gay. His off-campus spot was your classic student crash pad—five people lived there: two gay guys, two straight dudes, and a female roommate. When I arrived, I started mingling with everyone, hitting it off especially with the girl who was training to be a chef—we talked cooking for ages. As the night wore on, the party ramped up, and a bunch of gay guys showed up, some pretty flamboyant, which I thought was cool. I settled into a middle room on some kind of daybed, chatting with a few people. Then my eyes caught this lean, athletic kid in the living room. He was about 5’8”, maybe 145 pounds, with a runner’s sleek build, rocking tight white jeans that hugged his perfect round ass like a second skin. His dark brown hair was cropped military-style, his blue eyes sparkled, and he had this constant grin showing off flawless white teeth. He was totally my type, and just watching him sent a little jolt straight to my groin.

Next to me was this rugged guy named Trent, a real country-boy type, handsome in a rough-around-the-edges way. He kept adjusting himself in his tight, worn Levi’s, the bulge down there looking half-hard all the time, no shame about it. He was blatantly sexual, always talking dirty—probably bi, since he kept going on about pussy to me, maybe assuming I was straight. Then the runner kid walked in, and our host introduced him as Jake. He plopped down between me and Trent. We made small talk, and Jake seemed to be flirting with both of us a little.

Trent was trashed, slurring out lewd comments at Jake while groping his own crotch. He got Jake to stand up so he could check out those jeans, raving about how hot he looked, stroking himself through his faded denim all the while. Jake glanced at me a couple times, looking slightly embarrassed. Right before he sat back down, I asked him to spin around. When he did, I got an eyeful of one of the tightest, most perfect bubble butts I’d seen in ages—small, firm, sitting below a tiny waist. He turned back, and I grinned, mouthing “Nice!” I’d swear he blushed as he sat down, scooting a bit closer to me than before.

Around then, Trent’s boyfriend showed up, and Trent yanked him in close, bragging that he was the best piece of ass—guy or girl—he’d ever had. The boyfriend dragged drunk Trent off the daybed into the next room, and it sounded like they were bickering. That left me and Jake alone. He started asking me tons of questions, and I fired some back at him. The music was loud, so I leaned in close to talk, slipping my.arm behind him. He shifted nearer, our thighs brushing. As he spoke, I got bolder, letting my hand slide down until my palm rested right on one of his firm ass cheeks. He kept chatting, but I felt him wiggle a little, pressing into my touch, his lower back nestling against my arm. I glanced around—nobody was watching—so I slid my hand further under, cupping one of those juicy cheeks fully in my grip.

Jake went quiet, and my pulse raced, wondering if I’d pushed too far. But my hand stayed put, and he kept smiling. For a second, I figured neither of us knew what came next. He was younger than me—I was 20—and I decided to go for it. I leaned in and asked if he wanted to check out my car. He said he’d love to, and we headed outside. I could feel eyes on us. The host had made it clear earlier he’d be down to hook up, but I wasn’t into him. Once outside, I asked Jake if he’d like to head back to my dorm. He said he’d really like that. On the drive, I asked his age—he’d just turned 18 last Wednesday, a high school senior who ran track and played baseball. I usually went for older guys, but something about Jake had me rock-hard. Good thing I’d worn a jockstrap under my sweats, or my full-on boner would’ve been obvious sitting next to this hot kid.

When we got to my dorm, I was a little jittery. This guy was fucking gorgeous. He asked to use the bathroom—my room was private, but I shared a bathroom with a suitemate who was out of town. While he was in there, I second-guessed myself, wondering if I’d read him wrong and if he’d even be up for anything. He came out, walked over, and I made a snap call—pulled him close, locked eyes, and kissed him deep. His mouth tasted like toothpaste with a hint of raw masculinity. We kept kissing as he started peeling off my clothes, answering any doubts about his innocence. Soon I was down to my jock, straining against my raging hard-on, precum soaking the nylon pouch. Jake grabbed it, eager to yank the jock down, but I stopped him with a grin: “Your turn.”

I tugged his shirt out of those white jeans, unbuttoned it slow, taking in his smooth, chiseled pecs and tiny dark pink nipples. As the shirt slipped off his shoulders, my lips and tongue traced from his neck down his tight abs to where his jeans sat low on his lean hips. I cupped his hot cock through the fabric and started talking dirty: “You’ve been ready for this all night, haven’t you, you horny little fuck? Your dick’s about to burst.” I slid the jeans down, pressing my nose into the crotch of his crisp white boxer briefs, inhaling deep whiffs of his musky heat, rubbing his hard shaft against his ripped abs through the cotton with my lips and nose. His head tipped back, eyes closed, licking his lips as he swayed. I went to pull out his thick rod but shifted up to his nipples instead, catching one between my teeth, lips cushioning the bite. I sucked on that tight little nub, then dragged my tongue under his pecs to the other side, teasing the twin pink tip. All the while, my hand was down his briefs, stroking his surprisingly big, smooth cock, spreading his leaking precum over the velvety head.

When he started moaning, I licked up his neck and silenced him with a kiss. He shoved his tongue between my lips, chasing the wet heat inside. After a few minutes, I pulled back, holding his face in my hands, staring into his eyes: “Something needs attention down there, doesn’t it, kid?” His eyes lit up, a genuine grin spreading as he realized he didn’t have to beg for what he wanted—a little domination. “Yes, sir,” he said, dropping to his knees.

He fondled my boner through the soaked jock first, my precum coating his hand. He sniffed it, then licked it off his palm. I watched his strong, tanned forearms as he tugged my jock down. My swollen cock sprang free, bobbing before his skilled mouth caught it. He took it from the side, lips wrapping the thickest part, then slid along until the fat head popped into his mouth. He worked it with his tongue and lips, and I groaned. This kid was so damn hot my dick had been stiff since we left the party. Now he was expertly sucking my seven-inch shaft, taking it all down his throat with ease, moaning around it like he was starving for cock.

After a few minutes of mind-blowing head, I bent over, grabbed his hips, and pulled him up so he was bent at the waist, my dick still buried in his warm mouth. I reached down the back of his briefs, kneading those perfect cheeks through the thin fabric. He had the tightest athletic ass I’d seen since high school, each cheek fitting perfectly in my palm as I worked them against each other. That kicked his sucking into overdrive—he bobbed faster, pulling off completely before plunging back down, lips tight around the head, letting my thick meat force his mouth open. I felt the urge to cum and had to yank him off. I hauled him up by the armpits and kissed him again, tasting my cock on his lips.

Holding his waist, I backed him to the bed, my hard-on nudging his abs as we moved. I laid him down, slipped his briefs off, and got a look at his cute cock—almost as big as mine—nestled in a thick, trimmed bush that framed it perfectly. His board-short tan line highlighted his smooth, tan stomach and hairless legs. His dick looked massive against his slim hips. His balls were smooth, either shaved or naturally bare, hanging low in their pink sac. I leaned in, hooked his legs over my shoulders, and licked from behind his balls up his scrotum and along his shaft, skipping the tip. After four or five passes, his muscled hips bucked, begging me to take him fully in my mouth.

On his fifth thrust, I let his cock spear my lips, its thickness stretching my jaw. He yelled “Fuck!” as I swallowed him whole, working the head with my throat. I cupped his tight ass cheeks, lifting his lean frame, fucking his cock in and out of my mouth by hand. His sweet, fresh precum flowed, and after just a few minutes, he shouted he was gonna cum. I went for it, pulling back to just the head between my lips. His hips tensed under my hands as he shot thick, milky loads into my mouth. I let the excess drip down his shaft, sucking the tip slow until he squirmed for me to stop.

I slid up his body, pulling his head to mine. He thrust his tongue in, swirling to taste his huge load. When I let go, his head hit the bed, and I saw his cock was still rock-hard, not losing an ounce of steam. My own bloated dick was dripping, and I knew only one thing would do—I had to fuck that tight runner’s ass.

I moved down, lifted his legs, and admired his perfect pink hole framed by pale cheeks. I guided his hands to hold his knees up, exposing that hot, tight ass. I teased him again: “Anyone ever played with this sweet little hole?” “No, sir.” “Damn shame. An ass this fine deserves some love. What do you want, kid?” “Huh?” “I said, what do you want.” I brushed a finger over his hole, looking up. “I want you to fuck me, sir.” “You sure? I’m pretty thick.” “Please, sir. I need your cock bad.”

His eyes were dead serious—he meant it. This little jock was one horny fucker.

He held his legs up as I buried my face in his delicious crack, breathing in the clean scent—soap, a faint musky ass note, and the sharp tang of his recent cum. I licked his smooth, muscled cheeks, starting wide and working in, deeper into the crevice. I tongued up around his balls, then down his taint, grazing his pink hole lightly with each pass. I circled closer until my tongue hit that hot flesh, working it open until I got nearly an inch inside.

Jake lifted his legs higher, spreading wide, his whole bubble butt on display. I had to shift to keep up as he squirmed against my licking. I tongue-fucked him, pulling out sometimes to flick the sensitive rim. I knew I was driving him wild. Before I finished, his feet were nearly by his head, ass pointing up, his cute face glazed like he was drunk on lust.

“Look at me, kid!” He opened his eyes, locking onto mine. “Tell me what you want.” “I need your cock, sir. Real bad. Please fuck me.” “Think you need more teasing. A hole this sweet deserves it.” “Please, sir… anything, just fuck me. I need it!”

I couldn’t believe how desperate this jock was for dick. I lowered his legs, climbed on top, our cocks sliding together, slick with precum, our full balls rolling against each other, aching for release. I grabbed his head again, kissing him hard. I was close to blowing a load between us but knew I’d be hard again fast. I slipped my dick under his soft balls, fucking beneath them, pushing them aside to slide into his tight crack. He searched my mouth with his tongue as his ass got lubed up with my dripping precum, my rigid cock sliding between those hard, young cheeks.

I pulled back, flipped him onto his stomach, and took in the view—tan, muscled back, broad lats tapering to a slim waist, and two perfect white ass mounds, smooth as hell. I spread him slow, couldn’t resist one more lick down his crack to taste that sweet hole again. I spit on it, lined up my cockhead, and he felt the thick tip. He braced his hands like a push-up, lifting his firm ass, trying to take me in. I didn’t tease too long—held still and let him work, arching up until my head slid into his spit-slick hole. His tight ring clamped behind the ridge as his hot tunnel swallowed me whole. He kept going, and I felt the fiery, slick walls grip my shaft until I was balls-deep, my sac pressed against his low-hanging nuts.

He paused to adjust, glancing back to confirm he’d taken it all. I caught his eye, winked, licked my lips, and shook my head at how fucking hot he was. I caught my breath, my rock-hard cock buried in the tightest, hottest jock ass I’d ever had. He almost laughed but dropped his head to his forearms, ass raised and ready.

I took over, pounding my thick meat in and out of his hungry hole, feeling it open more with each thrust. I started slow, savoring his hot walls gripping me, then fucked harder as he loosened—sometimes straight in, often angling to scrape the sides with my fat head, making him gasp. Near the end, I yanked his hips higher, gripping tight for control. I pulled out fully into the cool air, then slammed back in deep. He started moaning loud: “Goddamn… fuck my hole, dude! Shove that cock in and fuck me senseless! Shit… feels so fucking good!”

I ignored him dropping the “sir”—our little dominance game was just foreplay. I’d known from the start I’d cum inside him, looking into his eyes. I glanced up—he was staring, awestruck, at my seven-inch rod slamming his waiting hole. Pulling out, I saw his tiny pucker had stretched, gaping and dripping, begging for more. I gave one last deep thrust, grinding my bush against his ass so he felt every inch, then yanked out fast, unloading hot spurts across his back and neck, thick white cum filling the air with that raw, masculine scent.

Feeling my load hit his back, he collapsed. I didn’t forget him—reached under to stroke his cock. It was soft and wet, and sliding up his lean stomach, I felt the sticky mess of his second load, shot onto my sheets while I fucked him. I bit his neck, licked to his ear, lying on him, my cock nestled between his firm cheeks. I held him tight until he looked up and said, “Let’s go again.”

We fucked all night until dawn.