Author's note: No dream this time, I promise.
Greg thought about showering before heading to the gym for a workout, but then decided not to. What did it matter? Its not like he was going to meet anybody like his dreamboy Dustin in real life. So what if he still smelled a little like cum? He pulled on a pair of shorts and a clean shirt and walked to the campus gym.
As he expected, Greg was one of the only people there. Greg decided to do a leg workout, in part because of the hot dream he had just had that started with him working legs at the gym with Dustin. After a warm up, he started with squats. Because he didnt have a spotter, he couldnt lift too heavy. He also was distracted by memories of the dream, so much so that his snake started stiffening up and creating a noticeable bulge in his gym shorts.
Excuse mecan you help me out?
Greg turned around and found himself looking at a shaggy-haired blonde guy. Looking down, to be more precise. He was several inches shorter than Greg, about 58. He looked slim, but he was wearing track pants and a baggy long-sleeved shirt, so Greg couldnt really tell how built he was. The guys face more than made up for the lack of skin, though. He reminded Greg of the actor Chord Overstreetclear skin, bright eyes, nice smile, big pouty lips . . . .
Uh, hello? the stranger said.
Oh, uh, sorry . . . I was thinking about my workout. What did you say?
I was hoping you could give me a hand with the lat pull-down machine. The pin is jammed and I need somebody to hold the lat bar while I get it out.
Sure, sure, Im happy to help.
Thanks! My names Jim, by the way.
Im Greg.
The pair walked over to the lat machine. Greg held the lat bar so that it wouldnt drop while Jim knelt in front of the machine and worked on removing the pin from the weight stack. These positions put Jims face close to Gregs crotch. While Jim used both hands to loosen the jammed weight pin, Greg started thinking about how hot it would be for Jim to move a little closer and wrap those big lips around his cock. By the time Jim removed the pin and moved it to a lower weight setting, Gregs noticeable bulge had grown even more and his mesh shorts were doing little to conceal the problem.
Jim looked at Greghis eyes stopping for a second on Gregs crotch before moving up to his face. Jim smiled and said: Thanks, Greg. Dont you hate it when guys jam these things in so hard you cant get them out again?
Yeahhhh, absolutely, Greg said, almost blushing a little. Damn, Jim was cute.
Give me a hand, will you? I worked legs yesterday and they are really sore. Jim said, offering his right hand. Greg extended his right hand and helped Jim stand. Jims hand was smaller than Gregs, his fingers more delicate, but his grip was firm and strong. As he stood, Jim used his left hand to grab Gregs left bicep to steady himself, give it a little squeeze in the process. Greg flexed a little in response. Jim leaned a little closer and then paused, looking almost like his was sniffing the air.
Shit! thought Greg. He can smell the leftover cum from my wet dream! Why didnt I shower before coming here?! He must think Im a freak or something!
Jim smiled and said Thanks again, Greg. I wouldnt want to handle a Big Load like that all by myself!
Um, yeah, no problem, Jim. So, are you here at the gym a lot? I havent seen you before.
Yeah, Im normally here at this time almost every day. I did gymnastics in high school, but Im trying to gain some size now that Im in college. Its tough, though.
I know what you mean. Im trying to gain mass too.
You? But youre already huge! Jim said, his gaze moving down to Gregs chest, shoulders, arms, and lower still.
Thanks, but I still want to get bigger.
Im not sure thats possible . . . Jim said under his breath.
What was that?
Nothing, Greg, nothing. Well, good luck with your workout today. Ill see you around?
Sure, you bet.
Jim continued his back workout, and Greg walked back to the squat rack to finish his leg routine. Greg found it hard to concentrate on his lifting. Whenever he thought Jim wasnt watching, he would look over and watch the smaller guy. Although the weights Jim used were nowhere near as heavy as what Greg could lift, Jims form was excellent. Every rep was precise, and his range of motion was excellent. Greg kept wondering what kind of muscles were under those baggy gym clothes.
After he finished his leg workout, Greg moved to the treadmills for some cardio. By the time he finished, Jim was nowhere to be seen. Disappointed, he headed to the locker room to shower. As he entered the locker room, he stopped suddenly. Jim was standing in front of an open locker with his back toward Greg. Naked!
Greg silently began admiring the form before him. Jim must have just showered, because his shaggy blond hair was still damp. His body was lean, slim, almost skinnybut his small muscles were perfectly formed. His shoulders were well-rounded and his back was sculpted, with a V-taper leading down to a slender waist. His legs looked strong, with prominent hamstrings and calves.
And his ass! Pure perfection. Curvy without bulk, sleek, hairless, in perfect proportion with the rest of his small but developed body. As Greg watched breathlessly, Jim bent over and pulled up a pair of boxer briefs that fit his butt snugly, then stepped into a pair of baggy jeans and buttoned them up.
Jim turned around at that moment and saw Greg standing there. Smiling that confident smile of his, he said: Hey Greg! Finished your workout?
Covering his crotch with both hands, Greg walked towards the smaller man.
Yeah, just finished. Gotta hit the showers now. As he talked, Greg noticed that the front of Jim was as well developed as his back. Jims small but well-formed pecs were topped by pert brown nipples. His torso was ripped, without an ounce of fat, and Jims lean, well-developed abs had just a hint of a blond treasure trail. Unfortunately, Greg couldnt tell what was behind the crotch of Jims baggy jeans, but the rest of the body in front of him made that disappointment short-lived.
As they stood there talking, Jim pulled on a shirt and shoes. Grabbing his gym bag and slinging it over one shoulder, he said: Well Greg, Im outta here. Maybe Ill see you here again?
Absolutely, Jim. Maybe we could even work out together sometime?
That would be great!
After Jim left, Greg stripped and entered one of the shower stalls. As the warm water sprayed over his jock body, Greg slowly stroked his growing erection and replayed in his mind the image of Jim bending over in the locker room.
Greg wanted Jims ass. Badly. And he had the foot-long cock to prove it.
Greg thought about showering before heading to the gym for a workout, but then decided not to. What did it matter? Its not like he was going to meet anybody like his dreamboy Dustin in real life. So what if he still smelled a little like cum? He pulled on a pair of shorts and a clean shirt and walked to the campus gym.
As he expected, Greg was one of the only people there. Greg decided to do a leg workout, in part because of the hot dream he had just had that started with him working legs at the gym with Dustin. After a warm up, he started with squats. Because he didnt have a spotter, he couldnt lift too heavy. He also was distracted by memories of the dream, so much so that his snake started stiffening up and creating a noticeable bulge in his gym shorts.
Excuse mecan you help me out?
Greg turned around and found himself looking at a shaggy-haired blonde guy. Looking down, to be more precise. He was several inches shorter than Greg, about 58. He looked slim, but he was wearing track pants and a baggy long-sleeved shirt, so Greg couldnt really tell how built he was. The guys face more than made up for the lack of skin, though. He reminded Greg of the actor Chord Overstreetclear skin, bright eyes, nice smile, big pouty lips . . . .
Uh, hello? the stranger said.
Oh, uh, sorry . . . I was thinking about my workout. What did you say?
I was hoping you could give me a hand with the lat pull-down machine. The pin is jammed and I need somebody to hold the lat bar while I get it out.
Sure, sure, Im happy to help.
Thanks! My names Jim, by the way.
Im Greg.
The pair walked over to the lat machine. Greg held the lat bar so that it wouldnt drop while Jim knelt in front of the machine and worked on removing the pin from the weight stack. These positions put Jims face close to Gregs crotch. While Jim used both hands to loosen the jammed weight pin, Greg started thinking about how hot it would be for Jim to move a little closer and wrap those big lips around his cock. By the time Jim removed the pin and moved it to a lower weight setting, Gregs noticeable bulge had grown even more and his mesh shorts were doing little to conceal the problem.
Jim looked at Greghis eyes stopping for a second on Gregs crotch before moving up to his face. Jim smiled and said: Thanks, Greg. Dont you hate it when guys jam these things in so hard you cant get them out again?
Yeahhhh, absolutely, Greg said, almost blushing a little. Damn, Jim was cute.
Give me a hand, will you? I worked legs yesterday and they are really sore. Jim said, offering his right hand. Greg extended his right hand and helped Jim stand. Jims hand was smaller than Gregs, his fingers more delicate, but his grip was firm and strong. As he stood, Jim used his left hand to grab Gregs left bicep to steady himself, give it a little squeeze in the process. Greg flexed a little in response. Jim leaned a little closer and then paused, looking almost like his was sniffing the air.
Shit! thought Greg. He can smell the leftover cum from my wet dream! Why didnt I shower before coming here?! He must think Im a freak or something!
Jim smiled and said Thanks again, Greg. I wouldnt want to handle a Big Load like that all by myself!
Um, yeah, no problem, Jim. So, are you here at the gym a lot? I havent seen you before.
Yeah, Im normally here at this time almost every day. I did gymnastics in high school, but Im trying to gain some size now that Im in college. Its tough, though.
I know what you mean. Im trying to gain mass too.
You? But youre already huge! Jim said, his gaze moving down to Gregs chest, shoulders, arms, and lower still.
Thanks, but I still want to get bigger.
Im not sure thats possible . . . Jim said under his breath.
What was that?
Nothing, Greg, nothing. Well, good luck with your workout today. Ill see you around?
Sure, you bet.
Jim continued his back workout, and Greg walked back to the squat rack to finish his leg routine. Greg found it hard to concentrate on his lifting. Whenever he thought Jim wasnt watching, he would look over and watch the smaller guy. Although the weights Jim used were nowhere near as heavy as what Greg could lift, Jims form was excellent. Every rep was precise, and his range of motion was excellent. Greg kept wondering what kind of muscles were under those baggy gym clothes.
After he finished his leg workout, Greg moved to the treadmills for some cardio. By the time he finished, Jim was nowhere to be seen. Disappointed, he headed to the locker room to shower. As he entered the locker room, he stopped suddenly. Jim was standing in front of an open locker with his back toward Greg. Naked!
Greg silently began admiring the form before him. Jim must have just showered, because his shaggy blond hair was still damp. His body was lean, slim, almost skinnybut his small muscles were perfectly formed. His shoulders were well-rounded and his back was sculpted, with a V-taper leading down to a slender waist. His legs looked strong, with prominent hamstrings and calves.
And his ass! Pure perfection. Curvy without bulk, sleek, hairless, in perfect proportion with the rest of his small but developed body. As Greg watched breathlessly, Jim bent over and pulled up a pair of boxer briefs that fit his butt snugly, then stepped into a pair of baggy jeans and buttoned them up.
Jim turned around at that moment and saw Greg standing there. Smiling that confident smile of his, he said: Hey Greg! Finished your workout?
Covering his crotch with both hands, Greg walked towards the smaller man.
Yeah, just finished. Gotta hit the showers now. As he talked, Greg noticed that the front of Jim was as well developed as his back. Jims small but well-formed pecs were topped by pert brown nipples. His torso was ripped, without an ounce of fat, and Jims lean, well-developed abs had just a hint of a blond treasure trail. Unfortunately, Greg couldnt tell what was behind the crotch of Jims baggy jeans, but the rest of the body in front of him made that disappointment short-lived.
As they stood there talking, Jim pulled on a shirt and shoes. Grabbing his gym bag and slinging it over one shoulder, he said: Well Greg, Im outta here. Maybe Ill see you here again?
Absolutely, Jim. Maybe we could even work out together sometime?
That would be great!
After Jim left, Greg stripped and entered one of the shower stalls. As the warm water sprayed over his jock body, Greg slowly stroked his growing erection and replayed in his mind the image of Jim bending over in the locker room.
Greg wanted Jims ass. Badly. And he had the foot-long cock to prove it.
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Over the next week, Greg alternated between learning about and lusting after his new friend Jim. He made it a point to arrive at the gym each afternoon at EXACTLY the time he had encountered Jim on Thursday. His planning paid off, and he ended up working out several times with Jim the next week.
On Monday, they worked biceps and triceps. Jim was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt, and Greg practically drooled over Jims well-defined arms. Every curl caused Jims biceps to swell up into a hard ball, and every pressdown brought out the horseshoe shape of his triceps. Jims form was perfect, and even though Greg could lift more weight, he couldnt isolate the muscles as well as Jim could. Jim seemed to enjoy himself as well, touching and squeezing Gregs arms as he spotted Greg during the lifts. He complimented Greg on his arms, using one finger slowly to trace the vein on Gregs arm all the way from his forearm up to his shoulder.
Greg learned a lot about Jim during this workout. He was a freshman majoring in biochemistry. He lived in a dorm near Gregs. Most importantly, JIM WAS GAY. He came out in high school and had a couple of past boyfriends, but wasnt seeing anybody currently. By the end of the workout, Greg was barely able to control his hardon. He thought about making a move on Jim in the locker room after the workout, but Jim left without showering.
That night, Greg jerked off furiously as he fantasized about Jim. Greg imagined Jim on top of him, kissing his way down Gregs muscular torso, nibbling at his abs. As he pictured Jim wrapping those puffy lips around his cockhead, Greg shot a huge load from his cum cannon.
On Tuesday, the pair worked back and abs. Jim was wearing a ribbed square cut tank top that hugged his torso. Greg admired the way that Jim could crank out pull-ups like they were effortless. Each rep was perfect, causing Jims well-defined lats to swell outward each time he pulled his chin up to the bar. Watching Jim do bent-over barbell rows was even hotter, because Greg got to admire Jims well-formed ass. Jims track pants followed the curve of his athletic butt, making it very difficult for Greg to keep his mind on the workout. Every time Jim lifted the bar, he grunted a little with the effort, causing Greg to wonder how much Jim would grunt with Gregs big cock sliding up his backside.
The two talked a lot during the workout about school and being gay athletes. Greg was amazed and aroused at how confident Jim was. Staying in the closet had never been an option for Jim. Without being cocky, Jim projected an attitude of quiet certainty and reliability that was very hot. He had the confidence and the self-assurance of a much bigger guy. Greg dreamed about jumping Jim in the shower, but much to his frustration, Jim once again excused himself right after their workout, stating that he needed to get back to his dorm right away to finish up a class project.
Tuesday night, Gregs fantasies about Jim were even more vivid. He imagined Jim lying in Gregs bed, Greg kneeling above him. Greg laid his foot-long hard cock along the smaller jocks stomach, the head reaching almost to Jims chest. Dont worry, I can take it, Jim said confidently. Supporting Jims legs on his shoulders, Greg slowly inserted his monster into Jims ass. In Gregs fantasy, the smaller man enjoyed taking every inch. He flexed his ass muscles faster and faster, causing Greg to shoot his load deep inside him.
As Greg was cleaning up after this latest jerk-off session, he realized that he had yet to see Jim entirely naked. That first day in the gym, Greg had seen Jims ass, but he hadnt seen Jims cock. He wondered what it looked like. Was it big? small? average? Greg was much taller and more muscular than Jim, so he confidently assumed that his 12 incher would outmeasure Jims cock. But by how much?
After a day off to rest, the two met up again on Thursday to work chest and shoulders. They started with bench press. After a warm-up set, Greg loaded the bar for Jim, who proceeded to squeeze out rep after rep in perfect form. Greg could see Jims small but perfectly shaped pecs strain against the weight, his nipples pushing out the thin fabric of his t-shirt. As Jim stood up from the bench, Greg said jokingly: OK, little man, let me show you what a real man can lift!
Jim stopped in his tracks and looked at Greg, his face reddened with sudden anger. He put his hand in the middle of Gregs chest, looked up at Gregs face, and said slowly and firmly: Dont ever call me little again. If you do, youll regret it. Do you understand?
Greg was confused, and a little scared, at Jims sudden change in demeanor. Look, man, Im sorry. I was only joking. I didnt mean anything by it, I swear!
Jim searched his eyes for a second. Seeing Gregs sincere regret and goodwill, Jim took his hand off of Gregs chest. He took a deep breath, exhaled, and said: Im sorry I overreacted, man. Being one of the smaller athletes at my high school, and gay as well, sometimes I got picked on by the bigger jocks because of my size. I learned that you have to stand up against bullying like that. Sometimes I overreact when I think somebody is messing with me. No hard feelings? Smiling that hot smile of his, Jim shook hands with Greg, who said: Nope, no hard feelings. Although he did have feelings for Jim that made part of him definitely hard.
The rest of the workout went well. By the end, they were both panting heavily and dripping with sweat. Gregs big pecs were swollen from the exertion, and as he flexed in the gym mirror, Greg could have sworn that Jim was watching them out of the corner of his eye. They headed to the locker room. Again, to Gregs disappointment, Jim pulled his gym bag from his locker and started to leave. Why didnt Jim want to get naked around him? Did Greg repulse Jim so much?
Well Greg, Ill see you around. Ive got class all afternoon tomorrow, so I wont be here.
OK, fine, whatever . . .
Jim started walking out, then turned around and said: Listen, would you like to hang out tomorrow night? We could go catch a movie after dinner and then . . . see what comes up from there?
That sounds like fun, Jim. Meet you at the dining hall? Around seven? Greg said excitedly.
You bet. Im looking forward to spending some time with you. I really like you, Greg. Jim smiled, winked, and left the locker room. Greg was left alone with his growing erection.
Gregs jerk-off session that night was even better than the previous nights. He imagined himself and Jim having sex in every position imaginable. For the better part of an hour, Greg stroked and stroked himself, coaxing an extra half-inch from his rock-solid cock. Fat, red, and throbbing, his tool took both hands to jack, with lots of extra cock left over. As his stroking increased, he imagined Jim on top of him in bed. The smaller man took hold of Gregs wrists and held him down. Even though Greg was much bigger and more muscular than Jim, Jims hidden strength was able to hold him down on the bed. As Greg approached his self-induced climax, his right hand a blur on his cock, he imagined Jims face coming closer and closer to his own face, Jims big lips moving closer to Gregs, finally connecting with his in the hottest and longest kiss he had ever received. Just as Jims lips opened, and his tongue began exploring Gregs mouth, Gregs cock erupted in a stream of cum that reached Gregs face.
As Greg licked his own cum from his lips, he had only one thought: tomorrow night was going to be awesome!
On Monday, they worked biceps and triceps. Jim was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt, and Greg practically drooled over Jims well-defined arms. Every curl caused Jims biceps to swell up into a hard ball, and every pressdown brought out the horseshoe shape of his triceps. Jims form was perfect, and even though Greg could lift more weight, he couldnt isolate the muscles as well as Jim could. Jim seemed to enjoy himself as well, touching and squeezing Gregs arms as he spotted Greg during the lifts. He complimented Greg on his arms, using one finger slowly to trace the vein on Gregs arm all the way from his forearm up to his shoulder.
Greg learned a lot about Jim during this workout. He was a freshman majoring in biochemistry. He lived in a dorm near Gregs. Most importantly, JIM WAS GAY. He came out in high school and had a couple of past boyfriends, but wasnt seeing anybody currently. By the end of the workout, Greg was barely able to control his hardon. He thought about making a move on Jim in the locker room after the workout, but Jim left without showering.
That night, Greg jerked off furiously as he fantasized about Jim. Greg imagined Jim on top of him, kissing his way down Gregs muscular torso, nibbling at his abs. As he pictured Jim wrapping those puffy lips around his cockhead, Greg shot a huge load from his cum cannon.
On Tuesday, the pair worked back and abs. Jim was wearing a ribbed square cut tank top that hugged his torso. Greg admired the way that Jim could crank out pull-ups like they were effortless. Each rep was perfect, causing Jims well-defined lats to swell outward each time he pulled his chin up to the bar. Watching Jim do bent-over barbell rows was even hotter, because Greg got to admire Jims well-formed ass. Jims track pants followed the curve of his athletic butt, making it very difficult for Greg to keep his mind on the workout. Every time Jim lifted the bar, he grunted a little with the effort, causing Greg to wonder how much Jim would grunt with Gregs big cock sliding up his backside.
The two talked a lot during the workout about school and being gay athletes. Greg was amazed and aroused at how confident Jim was. Staying in the closet had never been an option for Jim. Without being cocky, Jim projected an attitude of quiet certainty and reliability that was very hot. He had the confidence and the self-assurance of a much bigger guy. Greg dreamed about jumping Jim in the shower, but much to his frustration, Jim once again excused himself right after their workout, stating that he needed to get back to his dorm right away to finish up a class project.
Tuesday night, Gregs fantasies about Jim were even more vivid. He imagined Jim lying in Gregs bed, Greg kneeling above him. Greg laid his foot-long hard cock along the smaller jocks stomach, the head reaching almost to Jims chest. Dont worry, I can take it, Jim said confidently. Supporting Jims legs on his shoulders, Greg slowly inserted his monster into Jims ass. In Gregs fantasy, the smaller man enjoyed taking every inch. He flexed his ass muscles faster and faster, causing Greg to shoot his load deep inside him.
As Greg was cleaning up after this latest jerk-off session, he realized that he had yet to see Jim entirely naked. That first day in the gym, Greg had seen Jims ass, but he hadnt seen Jims cock. He wondered what it looked like. Was it big? small? average? Greg was much taller and more muscular than Jim, so he confidently assumed that his 12 incher would outmeasure Jims cock. But by how much?
After a day off to rest, the two met up again on Thursday to work chest and shoulders. They started with bench press. After a warm-up set, Greg loaded the bar for Jim, who proceeded to squeeze out rep after rep in perfect form. Greg could see Jims small but perfectly shaped pecs strain against the weight, his nipples pushing out the thin fabric of his t-shirt. As Jim stood up from the bench, Greg said jokingly: OK, little man, let me show you what a real man can lift!
Jim stopped in his tracks and looked at Greg, his face reddened with sudden anger. He put his hand in the middle of Gregs chest, looked up at Gregs face, and said slowly and firmly: Dont ever call me little again. If you do, youll regret it. Do you understand?
Greg was confused, and a little scared, at Jims sudden change in demeanor. Look, man, Im sorry. I was only joking. I didnt mean anything by it, I swear!
Jim searched his eyes for a second. Seeing Gregs sincere regret and goodwill, Jim took his hand off of Gregs chest. He took a deep breath, exhaled, and said: Im sorry I overreacted, man. Being one of the smaller athletes at my high school, and gay as well, sometimes I got picked on by the bigger jocks because of my size. I learned that you have to stand up against bullying like that. Sometimes I overreact when I think somebody is messing with me. No hard feelings? Smiling that hot smile of his, Jim shook hands with Greg, who said: Nope, no hard feelings. Although he did have feelings for Jim that made part of him definitely hard.
The rest of the workout went well. By the end, they were both panting heavily and dripping with sweat. Gregs big pecs were swollen from the exertion, and as he flexed in the gym mirror, Greg could have sworn that Jim was watching them out of the corner of his eye. They headed to the locker room. Again, to Gregs disappointment, Jim pulled his gym bag from his locker and started to leave. Why didnt Jim want to get naked around him? Did Greg repulse Jim so much?
Well Greg, Ill see you around. Ive got class all afternoon tomorrow, so I wont be here.
OK, fine, whatever . . .
Jim started walking out, then turned around and said: Listen, would you like to hang out tomorrow night? We could go catch a movie after dinner and then . . . see what comes up from there?
That sounds like fun, Jim. Meet you at the dining hall? Around seven? Greg said excitedly.
You bet. Im looking forward to spending some time with you. I really like you, Greg. Jim smiled, winked, and left the locker room. Greg was left alone with his growing erection.
Gregs jerk-off session that night was even better than the previous nights. He imagined himself and Jim having sex in every position imaginable. For the better part of an hour, Greg stroked and stroked himself, coaxing an extra half-inch from his rock-solid cock. Fat, red, and throbbing, his tool took both hands to jack, with lots of extra cock left over. As his stroking increased, he imagined Jim on top of him in bed. The smaller man took hold of Gregs wrists and held him down. Even though Greg was much bigger and more muscular than Jim, Jims hidden strength was able to hold him down on the bed. As Greg approached his self-induced climax, his right hand a blur on his cock, he imagined Jims face coming closer and closer to his own face, Jims big lips moving closer to Gregs, finally connecting with his in the hottest and longest kiss he had ever received. Just as Jims lips opened, and his tongue began exploring Gregs mouth, Gregs cock erupted in a stream of cum that reached Gregs face.
As Greg licked his own cum from his lips, he had only one thought: tomorrow night was going to be awesome!
Nocturnal Interlude
Greg had trouble sleeping Thursday night. He tossed and turned, dreaming vividly:
Greg stood facing Jim. They were both naked. They stepped towards each other, embracing and kissing passionately. Greg held the smaller man closely as their tongues explored each others mouth. Greg felt his cock growing erect as the make out session continued. Still kissing Jim, Greg began stroking it vigorously with both hands. It grew harder and harder as Greg became more excited.
His magnificent cock continued to grow, passing the twelve-inch mark that Greg was used to. It grew longer and thicker than ever before, the head reaching up to Gregs chest. Even with both hands, he couldnt encircle the monstrous dick. The head was an angry red, oozing precum and making it easier for Greg to stroke the shaft faster and faster.
The cock continued to stretch, becoming longer and longer and pushing the two boys apart. The head and shaft were so big and thick now that they blocked Gregs view of Jims face. The big slit on the cock head was only inches away from Gregs mouth. Shifting his attention from Jim, Greg pulled the cockhead closer, lavishing it with kisses and lapping up the burbling precum while stroking the shaft even harder.
Dont let the size of my cock come between us, Jim suddenly said.
Startled, Greg looked down and saw that the monster cock he was sucking and jacking was attached to Jims crotch, not his own. He pushed the cock to one side and looked at Jim, who added: Looks like I am the bigger man where it really counts. Can you handle that, little man?
Greg awoke with a start, his body covered in sweat and his cock massively erect. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ABOUT? he wondered. It took a while for him to get back to sleep.
Greg had trouble sleeping Thursday night. He tossed and turned, dreaming vividly:
Greg stood facing Jim. They were both naked. They stepped towards each other, embracing and kissing passionately. Greg held the smaller man closely as their tongues explored each others mouth. Greg felt his cock growing erect as the make out session continued. Still kissing Jim, Greg began stroking it vigorously with both hands. It grew harder and harder as Greg became more excited.
His magnificent cock continued to grow, passing the twelve-inch mark that Greg was used to. It grew longer and thicker than ever before, the head reaching up to Gregs chest. Even with both hands, he couldnt encircle the monstrous dick. The head was an angry red, oozing precum and making it easier for Greg to stroke the shaft faster and faster.
The cock continued to stretch, becoming longer and longer and pushing the two boys apart. The head and shaft were so big and thick now that they blocked Gregs view of Jims face. The big slit on the cock head was only inches away from Gregs mouth. Shifting his attention from Jim, Greg pulled the cockhead closer, lavishing it with kisses and lapping up the burbling precum while stroking the shaft even harder.
Dont let the size of my cock come between us, Jim suddenly said.
Startled, Greg looked down and saw that the monster cock he was sucking and jacking was attached to Jims crotch, not his own. He pushed the cock to one side and looked at Jim, who added: Looks like I am the bigger man where it really counts. Can you handle that, little man?
Greg awoke with a start, his body covered in sweat and his cock massively erect. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ABOUT? he wondered. It took a while for him to get back to sleep.
As his Friday night date with Jim approached, Greg spent the late afternoon trying on every single piece of clothing he owned. As Terry watched with amusement, Greg paraded in front of their dorm room mirror, trying on every possible combination of shirt and pants.
This guy has really got you flustered, doesnt he? Wheres the cool and confident Greg that we all know? Terry said with a smile.
Hmm? What are you talking about? Im not nervous! Greg responded, his voice cracking just a bit.
Man, this guy must be something special.
He is. Hes cute, funny, smart, and hes got an ass that just . . .
OK, thats a little too much info, buddy.
Its more than that, Terry. He just, . . . he has this air of confidence and strength that Ive never seen before, at least not like this. Hes really . . ., I just really want tonight to go well.
It will, it will. Just relax a little!"
Thanks, Terry. By the way, are you gonna be around tonight?
Why, are you planning to have your way with this guy on the first date?"
No, well, maybe, depending on how it goes . . . .
Dont worry, Ive got a date too. And I doubt you have to worry about Chris, hes too busy with his harem to show up on a Friday night. Youll have the place to yourself.
Thanks, man.
Just do me a favor and wash down the walls when you are finished, ok? Terry said sarcastically.
Greg finally decided to wear a short-sleeved Ben Sherman button-down shirt. It fit tightly across his pecs and emphasized his big biceps. He paired the shirt with a pair of well-worn Diesel jeans that showed off his ass but wasnt too tight in the crotch. Greg didnt want to scare off Jim, in case his python misbehaved on the datea possibility that Greg thought was very likely.
He left the dorm and headed over to the dining hall. Jim was waiting for him outside. God, he looked good! He was wearing a tight Guess t-shirt that was so thin you could see his pert nipples and cut abs. He wore a pair of distressed jeans that was faded just right. The jeans were loose, so Greg couldnt really see what Jim was packing, but they looked good on him.
Hey Greg!
Hi Jim.
Greg looked down at the shorter jocks smiling face. He could feel his dick start to thicken up. His smile was so sexy!
Are you hungry? Jim asked.
You have no idea, Greg responded.
Great, lets gets dinner!
Greg had a really great time at dinner with Jim. They sat at a small table in the dining hall and talked and laughed a lot. Jim was busy with his chemistry classes, but he was no science geek. He had a bunch of outside interests, and the two had a lot in common. Greg was impressed again with how confident and self-assured Jim acted. He really seemed to know what he wanted out of life and wasnt afraid to go for it.
After dinner, the two walked over to the student union and watched a movie. The movie itself wasnt very good, but Greg had no complaints. They sat towards the back. Halfway through the movie, Greg felt Jims leg leaning against his. He pressed back gently, excited at where this was going.
Soon after that, Jim placed his hand lightly on Gregs knee, paused, and squeezed. It was like a signal to Gregs cock to start expanding. Jim moved his hand slowly up and down Gregs leg, never moving too far from the knee, and using just enough pressure to create a delicious friction. Greg actually trembled a bit as his boxer briefs suddenly got much tighter. Sweating just a little, he put his arm slowly around Jims shoulders. Jim didnt seem to mind.
After the movie ended, they stood outside the student union. So, uh, that was fun . . . . Greg said uncertainly. Do you, uh, want to, uh . . .
See your dorm room? Yeah, that sounds like fun. Jim said with a smile.
They walked to Gregs dorm room. Greg nervously unlocked the door and walked in first. Jim followed him in and let the door close behind him.
So, want to play a video game? Greg asked, turning to face Jim.
No, not really, said Jim. He walked up close to the taller man, reached up, pulled Gregs face to his, and the kiss began. It started slowly, cautiously, gently. As their lips parted for each other, it grew in strength and passion. Greg felt his arms wrap around Jims body and pull him closer. His colossal cock, half-hard during the movie and the walk back to the dorm, quickly expanded to full size. It created an obscene bulge in Gregs jeans that pressed against Jims body.
Jim broke the kiss, looked down at the imposing bulge, and said, Which one is your bed?
This guy has really got you flustered, doesnt he? Wheres the cool and confident Greg that we all know? Terry said with a smile.
Hmm? What are you talking about? Im not nervous! Greg responded, his voice cracking just a bit.
Man, this guy must be something special.
He is. Hes cute, funny, smart, and hes got an ass that just . . .
OK, thats a little too much info, buddy.
Its more than that, Terry. He just, . . . he has this air of confidence and strength that Ive never seen before, at least not like this. Hes really . . ., I just really want tonight to go well.
It will, it will. Just relax a little!"
Thanks, Terry. By the way, are you gonna be around tonight?
Why, are you planning to have your way with this guy on the first date?"
No, well, maybe, depending on how it goes . . . .
Dont worry, Ive got a date too. And I doubt you have to worry about Chris, hes too busy with his harem to show up on a Friday night. Youll have the place to yourself.
Thanks, man.
Just do me a favor and wash down the walls when you are finished, ok? Terry said sarcastically.
Greg finally decided to wear a short-sleeved Ben Sherman button-down shirt. It fit tightly across his pecs and emphasized his big biceps. He paired the shirt with a pair of well-worn Diesel jeans that showed off his ass but wasnt too tight in the crotch. Greg didnt want to scare off Jim, in case his python misbehaved on the datea possibility that Greg thought was very likely.
He left the dorm and headed over to the dining hall. Jim was waiting for him outside. God, he looked good! He was wearing a tight Guess t-shirt that was so thin you could see his pert nipples and cut abs. He wore a pair of distressed jeans that was faded just right. The jeans were loose, so Greg couldnt really see what Jim was packing, but they looked good on him.
Hey Greg!
Hi Jim.
Greg looked down at the shorter jocks smiling face. He could feel his dick start to thicken up. His smile was so sexy!
Are you hungry? Jim asked.
You have no idea, Greg responded.
Great, lets gets dinner!
Greg had a really great time at dinner with Jim. They sat at a small table in the dining hall and talked and laughed a lot. Jim was busy with his chemistry classes, but he was no science geek. He had a bunch of outside interests, and the two had a lot in common. Greg was impressed again with how confident and self-assured Jim acted. He really seemed to know what he wanted out of life and wasnt afraid to go for it.
After dinner, the two walked over to the student union and watched a movie. The movie itself wasnt very good, but Greg had no complaints. They sat towards the back. Halfway through the movie, Greg felt Jims leg leaning against his. He pressed back gently, excited at where this was going.
Soon after that, Jim placed his hand lightly on Gregs knee, paused, and squeezed. It was like a signal to Gregs cock to start expanding. Jim moved his hand slowly up and down Gregs leg, never moving too far from the knee, and using just enough pressure to create a delicious friction. Greg actually trembled a bit as his boxer briefs suddenly got much tighter. Sweating just a little, he put his arm slowly around Jims shoulders. Jim didnt seem to mind.
After the movie ended, they stood outside the student union. So, uh, that was fun . . . . Greg said uncertainly. Do you, uh, want to, uh . . .
See your dorm room? Yeah, that sounds like fun. Jim said with a smile.
They walked to Gregs dorm room. Greg nervously unlocked the door and walked in first. Jim followed him in and let the door close behind him.
So, want to play a video game? Greg asked, turning to face Jim.
No, not really, said Jim. He walked up close to the taller man, reached up, pulled Gregs face to his, and the kiss began. It started slowly, cautiously, gently. As their lips parted for each other, it grew in strength and passion. Greg felt his arms wrap around Jims body and pull him closer. His colossal cock, half-hard during the movie and the walk back to the dorm, quickly expanded to full size. It created an obscene bulge in Gregs jeans that pressed against Jims body.
Jim broke the kiss, looked down at the imposing bulge, and said, Which one is your bed?
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Well, not all gays don't either. And if your read on, you'll see there's a fairly good reason Dustin shares Greg's interests...
Thanks for all the kind words and comments! Kymancub1, looking back on what I wrote, you are absolutely correct. I could have avoided the discussion of musical theater and not given in to the stereotype--a stereotype that I, for better or worse, perpetuate in my daily life. :smile: Please chalk it up to my novice writer status.
I'll try to get the next chapter out before the holiday. Happy Thanksgiving to all!
I'll try to get the next chapter out before the holiday. Happy Thanksgiving to all!
Author's note: I apologize for the long delay and for letting this story thread go cold. In an effort to heat things up, I offer the following:
Which one is your bed?
Greg thought a moment about inviting Jim to his bed, but decided the upper bunk was not the right place for what he had in mind. He also remembered the 12 pairs of socks that Chris had ruined and decided to return the favor.
Over here, he said, guiding Jim to Chris bed.
Nice, Jim said. He made Greg sit down on the beds edge with his legs spread wide. Jim moved to stand next to the bed, between Gregs legs. This position made Jim seem taller than Greg, even though he was actually several inches shorter.
Jim bent down, took Gregs face in his hands and said, You are so fucking hot! He brought those pouty lips to Gregs mouth and continued the passionate kiss they had just shared. He moved slowly but surely, softly but firmly, holding Gregs face at just the right angle to make the kiss effortless. Their lips moved constantly, from mouth to cheek to ear, to neck, then back again to each other lips. A kiss, a nibble, a bite, a suck . . . .
Greg was in ecstasy. This hot boy was pushing all of his buttons, and so far they were only kissing! Even though Jim was much smaller than Greg, he seemed to be controlling the encounter. What would be his next move?
Greg didnt have to wait long. The next time Jim came up for air from their makeout session, he pushed Gregs upper body flat against the mattress. He took Gregs hands in his and pushed Gregs arms above his head, moving on top of Greg. With a lustful look in his eyes, he started kissing and sucking on Gregs right bicep.
So fucking big, Jim whispered. You have no idea how much I would love to have muscles this big. Greg flexed his arm, giving Jim even more to love.
After a few moments of muscle worship, Jim put his hands on top of Gregs big pecs and pushed himself up. Ready for more? he asked. Without waiting for Gregs answerwhich of course would have been YES!Jim unbuttoned the top two buttons of Gregs shirt. Those luscious lips started at Gregs neck and worked their way down his chest. Jim slowly pulled open Gregs shirt, moving his lips closer and closer to one nipple. Given how tight the shirt was and how big Gregs pecs had grown in the past couple of months, Jim wasnt quite able to reach Gregs nipple with only two buttons undone.
Well, Jim sighed in mock frustration, guess Im gonna have to unbutton your shirt completely. Is that OK with you?
Again, without waiting for an answer, Jim unbuttoned the rest of Gregs shirt so that Gregs entire torso was bare. He attacked Gregs nipples, sucking and nibbling and biting and licking each one, squeezing Gregs pecs at the same time.
All of this attention was raising Gregs temperature to the boiling point. His hands were roaming all over Jims upper body. Greg felt up Jims smaller but still muscular arms, his strong lats, and his well-defined delts. At one point, Jim paused in his devotion to Gregs pecs and sat back. With a lustful smile on his face, he peeled off his t-shirt. Jims small but well-defined pecs took Gregs breath away.
Do you like? Jim asked as he flexed for Greg. Im not quite as big as you . . .
Are you kidding? Greg said. Youre hot as fuck!
You talk so sweet to me! Jim said with a grin. Now, where were we?
Jim continued kissing and sucking every inch of Gregs big chest, constantly moving lower, now worshiping Gregs abs. By now Jim had slipped off the bed and was kneeling between Gregs legs. Greg had both hands on Jims head, urging him lower and lower . . . .
Jims right hand came to rest on Gregs upper thigh. Or at least thats where Jims hand would have come to rest, if there hadnt been a steel tube in his way. All of Jims attentions had caused Gregs cock to grow and grow and GROW, stretching from his crotch all the way across his leg.
What the . . ? Jim said as his hand squeezed and stroked Gregs pulsing cock. Youre big all over, arent you? A little embarrassed, Greg didnt know how to respond.
Lets take a closer look, shall we? Jim said deviously. He slowly unbuttoned Gregs jeans. Without removing the jeans, he pulled down the front of Gregs boxer briefs with one hand and grabbed Gregs cock with the other. Greg almost came from the feeling of Jims firm grip on his love log. Carefully, slowly, Jim eased Gregs cock out of his jeans until it was laying upright against Gregs abs. He pulled Gregs briefs down and wrapped them under his big balls so that the entire sex machine was on display.
Not bad, Greg, not bad. But I expected something good from a big jock boy like you. Im glad to see you didnt disappoint me. Jim wrapped his small hand around the base of Gregs cock. The shaft was so big and hard, his fingers didnt quite touch. Jim pulled Gregs cock away from his abs until it was almost verticalno small feat considering how hard Greg was.
Lets see what this big cock can do, OK?
Greg was so excited that he couldnt speak, instead just nodding his head.
Jim started moving his hand up and down Greg's cockbase slowly. His range of motion wasnt largeprobably only an inch or so. Almost the entire length of Gregs foot-long cock was left untouched. But there was something about Jims tight grip that caused Gregs balls to start churning in his sack. The way that Jim looked at his piece of meat made Greg shiver with pleasure.
Jim increased his stroking speed, still keeping his range of motion small. He put his lips at the base of Gregs cock, just above his hand, and started the long trail to Gregs cockhead. Every half inch or so, he would pause to lick and nibble at different spots on Gregs throbbing cock.
At the halfway mark, Jim paused and brought his other hand to Gregs cock. He interlaced his fingers and gripped the cock base even tighter. He began stroking again, faster and faster. He returned his lips to Gregs cock, which by now was redder and more engorged with blood than Greg had ever seen it. Between Jims expert hand job and his oral skills, Greg was having a hard time holding off his cum.
As Jims lips approached Gregs cockhead, he added to the up and down stroking by twisting his hands back and forth, almost like he was wringing out a towel. The feeling was amazing! Greg starting bucking his hips up and down in time with Jims stroking.
Greg, who had closed his eyes at some point to enjoy the feelings coming from his crotch, opened them and looked down towards Jim. From this angle, his enormous cockhead almost completely covered Jims face. He could feel Jim nibbling and licking the base of the cockhead, gently stimulating that sensitive area. With each lick, Jims hands moved faster and faster, bringing Greg just a little closer . . .
Jims eyes finally came up from behind the cockhead. He paused a moment to catch his breath, although his hands speeded up yet again. Greg didnt want to cum too soon, but he didnt want the feeling to end . . . .
You like that, dont you Greg? Yeah, I can tell you do. This big cock of yours is about to blow. I can hardly hold it in both hands. It looks really hot, especially on a big muscle boy like you. But just imagine, just imagine what it would look like on somebody smaller, somebody like me? It would look ENORMOUS!
With that, Jim stuffed as much of Gregs cockhead into his mouth as would fit and started sucking like a vacuum cleaner. His hands at the base of Gregs cock were moving so fast by this point, they were a blur.
Jims words made Greg think of his foot-long cock attached to Jims tight gymnasts body. Could it be true? Did Jim have a cock as big as his? And if so, how did he plan on using it?
Greg couldnt hold back any longer. Jims sexy mouth, his strong hands, and his hot talk brought Greg to the brink.
Im gonna cum! You better pull off!
Jim only redoubled his efforts, working hard to suck the essence out of Gregs club.
O god! So good! Here it cummmms!
Greg arched his body and felt his cock explode, sending long pulses of cum deep into Jims mouth. Jim hung on, gulping down everything that Greg gave him.
Greg settled down after a minute, gasping for breath and stroking Jims hair. Jim pulled his mouth off of Gregs cock, licking the head to be sure he got all of Gregs cum juice. He crawled up Gregs body and kissed Greg deeply. Then he pushed off of Greg and stood up.
Pretty good, jock boy. Ready for round two? Jim smiled deviously and started to unbutton his jeans.
Which one is your bed?
Greg thought a moment about inviting Jim to his bed, but decided the upper bunk was not the right place for what he had in mind. He also remembered the 12 pairs of socks that Chris had ruined and decided to return the favor.
Over here, he said, guiding Jim to Chris bed.
Nice, Jim said. He made Greg sit down on the beds edge with his legs spread wide. Jim moved to stand next to the bed, between Gregs legs. This position made Jim seem taller than Greg, even though he was actually several inches shorter.
Jim bent down, took Gregs face in his hands and said, You are so fucking hot! He brought those pouty lips to Gregs mouth and continued the passionate kiss they had just shared. He moved slowly but surely, softly but firmly, holding Gregs face at just the right angle to make the kiss effortless. Their lips moved constantly, from mouth to cheek to ear, to neck, then back again to each other lips. A kiss, a nibble, a bite, a suck . . . .
Greg was in ecstasy. This hot boy was pushing all of his buttons, and so far they were only kissing! Even though Jim was much smaller than Greg, he seemed to be controlling the encounter. What would be his next move?
Greg didnt have to wait long. The next time Jim came up for air from their makeout session, he pushed Gregs upper body flat against the mattress. He took Gregs hands in his and pushed Gregs arms above his head, moving on top of Greg. With a lustful look in his eyes, he started kissing and sucking on Gregs right bicep.
So fucking big, Jim whispered. You have no idea how much I would love to have muscles this big. Greg flexed his arm, giving Jim even more to love.
After a few moments of muscle worship, Jim put his hands on top of Gregs big pecs and pushed himself up. Ready for more? he asked. Without waiting for Gregs answerwhich of course would have been YES!Jim unbuttoned the top two buttons of Gregs shirt. Those luscious lips started at Gregs neck and worked their way down his chest. Jim slowly pulled open Gregs shirt, moving his lips closer and closer to one nipple. Given how tight the shirt was and how big Gregs pecs had grown in the past couple of months, Jim wasnt quite able to reach Gregs nipple with only two buttons undone.
Well, Jim sighed in mock frustration, guess Im gonna have to unbutton your shirt completely. Is that OK with you?
Again, without waiting for an answer, Jim unbuttoned the rest of Gregs shirt so that Gregs entire torso was bare. He attacked Gregs nipples, sucking and nibbling and biting and licking each one, squeezing Gregs pecs at the same time.
All of this attention was raising Gregs temperature to the boiling point. His hands were roaming all over Jims upper body. Greg felt up Jims smaller but still muscular arms, his strong lats, and his well-defined delts. At one point, Jim paused in his devotion to Gregs pecs and sat back. With a lustful smile on his face, he peeled off his t-shirt. Jims small but well-defined pecs took Gregs breath away.
Do you like? Jim asked as he flexed for Greg. Im not quite as big as you . . .
Are you kidding? Greg said. Youre hot as fuck!
You talk so sweet to me! Jim said with a grin. Now, where were we?
Jim continued kissing and sucking every inch of Gregs big chest, constantly moving lower, now worshiping Gregs abs. By now Jim had slipped off the bed and was kneeling between Gregs legs. Greg had both hands on Jims head, urging him lower and lower . . . .
Jims right hand came to rest on Gregs upper thigh. Or at least thats where Jims hand would have come to rest, if there hadnt been a steel tube in his way. All of Jims attentions had caused Gregs cock to grow and grow and GROW, stretching from his crotch all the way across his leg.
What the . . ? Jim said as his hand squeezed and stroked Gregs pulsing cock. Youre big all over, arent you? A little embarrassed, Greg didnt know how to respond.
Lets take a closer look, shall we? Jim said deviously. He slowly unbuttoned Gregs jeans. Without removing the jeans, he pulled down the front of Gregs boxer briefs with one hand and grabbed Gregs cock with the other. Greg almost came from the feeling of Jims firm grip on his love log. Carefully, slowly, Jim eased Gregs cock out of his jeans until it was laying upright against Gregs abs. He pulled Gregs briefs down and wrapped them under his big balls so that the entire sex machine was on display.
Not bad, Greg, not bad. But I expected something good from a big jock boy like you. Im glad to see you didnt disappoint me. Jim wrapped his small hand around the base of Gregs cock. The shaft was so big and hard, his fingers didnt quite touch. Jim pulled Gregs cock away from his abs until it was almost verticalno small feat considering how hard Greg was.
Lets see what this big cock can do, OK?
Greg was so excited that he couldnt speak, instead just nodding his head.
Jim started moving his hand up and down Greg's cockbase slowly. His range of motion wasnt largeprobably only an inch or so. Almost the entire length of Gregs foot-long cock was left untouched. But there was something about Jims tight grip that caused Gregs balls to start churning in his sack. The way that Jim looked at his piece of meat made Greg shiver with pleasure.
Jim increased his stroking speed, still keeping his range of motion small. He put his lips at the base of Gregs cock, just above his hand, and started the long trail to Gregs cockhead. Every half inch or so, he would pause to lick and nibble at different spots on Gregs throbbing cock.
At the halfway mark, Jim paused and brought his other hand to Gregs cock. He interlaced his fingers and gripped the cock base even tighter. He began stroking again, faster and faster. He returned his lips to Gregs cock, which by now was redder and more engorged with blood than Greg had ever seen it. Between Jims expert hand job and his oral skills, Greg was having a hard time holding off his cum.
As Jims lips approached Gregs cockhead, he added to the up and down stroking by twisting his hands back and forth, almost like he was wringing out a towel. The feeling was amazing! Greg starting bucking his hips up and down in time with Jims stroking.
Greg, who had closed his eyes at some point to enjoy the feelings coming from his crotch, opened them and looked down towards Jim. From this angle, his enormous cockhead almost completely covered Jims face. He could feel Jim nibbling and licking the base of the cockhead, gently stimulating that sensitive area. With each lick, Jims hands moved faster and faster, bringing Greg just a little closer . . .
Jims eyes finally came up from behind the cockhead. He paused a moment to catch his breath, although his hands speeded up yet again. Greg didnt want to cum too soon, but he didnt want the feeling to end . . . .
You like that, dont you Greg? Yeah, I can tell you do. This big cock of yours is about to blow. I can hardly hold it in both hands. It looks really hot, especially on a big muscle boy like you. But just imagine, just imagine what it would look like on somebody smaller, somebody like me? It would look ENORMOUS!
With that, Jim stuffed as much of Gregs cockhead into his mouth as would fit and started sucking like a vacuum cleaner. His hands at the base of Gregs cock were moving so fast by this point, they were a blur.
Jims words made Greg think of his foot-long cock attached to Jims tight gymnasts body. Could it be true? Did Jim have a cock as big as his? And if so, how did he plan on using it?
Greg couldnt hold back any longer. Jims sexy mouth, his strong hands, and his hot talk brought Greg to the brink.
Im gonna cum! You better pull off!
Jim only redoubled his efforts, working hard to suck the essence out of Gregs club.
O god! So good! Here it cummmms!
Greg arched his body and felt his cock explode, sending long pulses of cum deep into Jims mouth. Jim hung on, gulping down everything that Greg gave him.
Greg settled down after a minute, gasping for breath and stroking Jims hair. Jim pulled his mouth off of Gregs cock, licking the head to be sure he got all of Gregs cum juice. He crawled up Gregs body and kissed Greg deeply. Then he pushed off of Greg and stood up.
Pretty good, jock boy. Ready for round two? Jim smiled deviously and started to unbutton his jeans.
