The Transfer Jock, Part 51

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One of the two erotic gladiators Dewey and Mitchell were watching from across the pool had suddenly flopped over onto his belly, seemingly by agreement or prearranged signal, his ass up and legs spread apart, the other momentarily kneeling behind him, his large hard cock visible in profile for an instant as he spread apart his prone comrade's ass cheeks...

"He's about to fuck that dude!" Dewey said excitedly.

...but he, the boned-up gladiator, wasn't about to fuck that dude, not yet anyway. Instead, he stretched out and buried his face in the other gladiator's ass crack... 

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"Uncle," Max had finally said, giving up and rolling over, not because he was beaten or exhausted, or wasn't any longer enjoying the intimate, pseudo rough play with Jeff (he was loving it!), but because they simply had to start fucking again. They had gotten pretty quickly to the question of who was going to fuck whom first, even before the first article of clothing had come off, and Jeff, whom Max had assumed would rightly claim the prerogative of age and decide the issue, probably in favor of the senior topping the sophomore, but if not, then at least decide it the other way. But Jeff had declined to decide anything, saying, "You decide Max," so Max had decided that Jeff should top him first and then they'd flip.

They were eager, so eager that Max hadn't even pulled off his muscle shirt first...he'd get to that later. They both understood that their first pair of fuckings would almost certainly be a lightning round, what with all of their mutually pent up desire. They'd just cool their passions a notch or two with a matching set of quick release orgasms and then settle into some serious fucking. Max had nearly auto nutted upon penetration by Jeff's watermelon dick, as hot for Jeff as he'd been from first time, he'd seen the transfer jock. While Max usually thought of himself as more top than bottom, there had been plenty of times when he'd craved nothing more than a good cock buried in his ass, but there had never been any occasion on which he had craved any particular cock as much as he was aching to have Jeff's fat watermelon dick inside him that night. In light of that intense craving, Max's initial near squirt was completely understandable, no big deal, and in any case, Max had avoided (barely) beginning that fuck with his ejaculation. Similarly, Jeff had almost nutted as soon as he'd felt the velvety slick smoothness of Max's medium tight rectum embracing his super engorged member - again no big deal and completely understandable given the ferocity of his desire for Max.

Jeff had recovered from that near stumble, however, despite the amazing auto clenching of Max's velvety rectum around his already over eager cock as it remained stalled for fear that any movement would precipitate his very early exit. He should've taken Mitchell's advice, he thought, and masturbated with him (Mitchell) before he even touched Max again. That, or he should have nutted in Finn's willing mouth during their brief vehicular tryst en route to his assignation with Max. Jeff had refused either of those reasonable precautions against premature ejaculation, and had escaped a very close call.

Proud of that accomplishment (and eager to proceed), he'd shoved his big, hard watermelon dick right through that velvety medium tight rectum until it could go no farther, and his big, fat semen filled balls were resting snugly against Max's fine, lean ass - whereupon, despite his best efforts to again avert such an early orgasm, Max had, in fact, 'finally' auto nutted, and no small dribble either, but a veritable fucking cum fountain. The irony was lost on neither of the lovers that at any other time a hot as fuck bottom auto nutting during a super charged ass fucking would have been taken as the highest testament to the hot as fuck top's prowess. But this hadn't been any other time, and the ass fucking hadn't been super charged, not yet anyway, it had barely gotten underway.

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