Dumb Jock By Bacteriaburger
I was taking a summer physics course just to bone up on my skills and to pass some time. There aren't many people on campus in the summer, and the mood is nice -- kinda quiet and serene.
There was this one jock oaf in my class named Nick. I would stare at him as much as I dared. He had a thick neck and an even thicker skull -- he was trying so hard, watching our professor explaining equations on the board, but you could tell it just wasn't getting through.
He always wore athletic gear -- thin white t-shirts, blue silky pants with buttons going down the sides (easier to tear off). A few times he wore a sleeveless Texas Longhorns shirt, and his arms were so fucking beefy and toned. I lived for the days he wore his mesh basketball shorts -- his ass just bounced when he walked, and he had a nice floppy package up front. He had short dark hair and a stubbly face with sensuous lips. I'm sure he had no trouble getting laid on Saturday night, but physics was just not his forte.
The prof and I had become pretty friendly by the third week of the course. One day he called me up before class to ask if I'd consider tutoring Nick, and rack up some extra credit in the process. The extra credit meant nothing to me -- I knew I was going to ace the class -- but I like to tutor, and of course it would mean I'd get to spend some time with that big jock.
The prof had already spoken to Nick about it, and after class we were formally introduced. He shook my hand in his big paw, giving me a smile. He really seemed like a nice guy. As we walked out of the building together, I told him we could meet that night if he wanted.
"Well, yeah...but I got this girl I'm supposed to see..."
"Oh, no worries -- if you got a girl. We'll do it some other night." Tomorrow worked better for him -- and I figured some lucky girl was going to be freshly fucked by the time I saw him.
He lived with his parents in the suburbs, so he had to take his mom's Cavalier to my place. He couldn't have dressed any better -- that goddamn sleeveless Longhorns shirt and mesh shorts. I was dying.
I offered him some iced tea and we sat down at my kitchen table. Now my place is pretty nice and private. And I guess I was a little older than Nick -- but only by three years or so. And with that said, I'll state that I never had a concrete plan to seduce him. At least not at first.
We started in on some linear models. I couldn't tell if he was getting the gist of it, and he was trying so hard. He started to get frustrated, so I suggested we take a break and check out the view from my back deck (there isn't much to see -- just a row of high trees that protects me from the neighbors).
"I dunno why this stuff is supposed to be important," he said, sitting in my patio chair and chugging the rest of his iced tea.
"Well, truth is you'll probably never use any of it ever again. But it's a requirement, right?"
"Yeah, coach says I have to get at least a `c'. I dunno why I suck so bad."
"Oh, you'll get it. Besides, it isn't that important in the grand scheme of things. I'm sure there's other stuff you're much better at that, things that make a lot more sense in the real world."
"Yeah," he said, smiling to himself. He absently scratched at his package, making it flop around. I got a little squirmy.
"So...you go out with your girl last night?"
"Yeah...wull, we didn't really `go out', y'know?"
"Ha ha...yeah, I get it... One of the things you're really good at, huh?"
He gave me the sexiest smile, a sly lift of his eyebrows, and I thought, fuck it. "So you're a real stud, huh?"
"Yeah," he said, chuckling.
"I'm not surprised," I said, putting my hand on his beefy thigh. "You've got a really hot body." I boldly ran my hand up his shorts, almost caressing his balls before running it back down. His eyes just followed my hand -- transfixed from the sensation.
"Bet you got a big cock, too," I said, caressing his calve. I put my hand on the front of his shorts -- his tube was turgid and jerked against my palm. "Hell yeah, I knew it."
Nick had both of his hands clutching the sides of the chair as I stroked his cock through his silky shorts. And for the first time since I'd met him, he came alive. His breathing quickened, his body rose and fell with his breath. He was in his element.
I got down on my knees and pulled his shorts down. I didn't need to ask permission, his body language said everything -- it was his clearest, most confident voice. I slipped the shorts down his thighs, and his huge, hairy shlong lurched out. It was thick and stood up tall like a python. He had a big sack of nuts that languidly draped over his choad.
"Fuckin nice dick," I said, stroking it up and down, admiring it for the pure piece of beauty that it was. Nick's hands moved up to his chest, pinching his nipples under his shirt. "Take it off," I said, helping him pull his shirt over his head. I had him -- completely naked, his hairy chest and rounded midsection looming over me, his dick like a monolith towering in front of my face.
"Mmmmm," I said, and went down on him. Nick involuntarily jerked upwards, sending his cock back into my throat. I couldn't believe how easily it slid back there. Again and again, I took his cock all the way to the root -- I'd never sucked a cock that easily before, and certainly not one as big as that. But doing it for Nick took no effort.
He had his eyes closed and his face pointed up to the ceiling. Then he opened his eyes, took my head in his big paws, and thrust his dick in and out of my throat. I felt like I could have been a sheep or a cherry pie. All Nick knew was that he had his dick in something warm and suction-y, and he was good to go.
I licked and sucked up his sweaty nuts a little, my tongue venturing to the surprisingly smooth space underneath. I let his cock rest against my face as I ran my tongue up the side. Then I kept going -- my tongue trailing along his salty stomach, the smooth sides of his chest, until my lips closed around his neck. I found his lips and started sucking on those, and Nick kissed back, his tongue ramming into my mouth. He kissed forcefully, like he was fucking me with his mouth. It made my knees weak, it did.
When I came off and looked him in the face, Nick seemed confused.
"Are you gay?" he said.
"Uh..."
"Cause you don't, like, talk like a lady or nothin."
"Huh. No. I guess...I just like doing this for guys sometimes."
"Okay." His dick still throbbed. He seemed willing to accept that for the time being.
"Did you ever have your ass licked?" I asked.
"Huh?"
"Stand up. Brace yourself against the chair." His back was broad and muscular, with a smattering of hair on his lats. And, good Lord, his ass. It was incredible -- huge and beefy, covered in a light coating of hair. Instinctively, he arched his back, spreading open his cheeks to reveal a lightly hairy crack and a dank pinkish-purplish butthole.
"Brace yourself," I said again, and dove in. That ass -- my face was buried in it. I tongued up and down that crack, squirming my tongue against that tight yet relaxed hole and jamming it inside. Nick seemed a little taken aback, but he quickly adjusted, bracing himself firmly so I could push my whole face into his butt. He was moaning, and from the way his asshole squinched and tightened I could tell he was still rock-hard. I took his cock in my hand and stroked it as I ate him out.
"You like it?" I asked. It was an easy question, one we both knew the answer to.
"Uh huh," he moaned. It occurred to me that Nick was just not wired to think about complex things -- it's almost like his brain was directly connected to his body, like he was this animal only programmed to react to direct stimulus as best he could.
"Say, `Eat my fuckin ass.'"
"Oh, eat my fuckin ass."
"Shit man, I want you to cum all over my face." I got underneath him and took his dick back in my mouth, letting him ram it in and out. His breathing was so modulated, his body working in perfect harmony to bring himself to orgasm. I still had my fingers pressed to his butthole, and as he got closer to cumming, I slowly slipped my index finger inside of him.
His mouth dropped open. His eyes got wide, his forehead crinkled up. In a matter of seconds he shot a heavy jet of cream down my throat. I let his cock drop out. It jerked upward as each thick jet of sperm landed up my forehead and across my face. With each shot, his butthole tightened around my finger.
"Fuh...fuh," he grunted, watching his dick spew on my face. I felt bad that I didn't let him have at my mouth for a while. He clearly had stamina to spare.
When he'd shot all he could, he plopped back down in the chair, running his hands over his body and basking in his orgasm.
I went inside, got a towel, and cleaned him up. I sopped up his dick and ball sweat, along with the come that still dripped from his floppy cock. He lifted each arm dutifully, and I soaked up his underarm sweat. That towel went unwashed for a good two months afterwards.
"Thanks, man," he said to me, and I coulda died. He was just too much.
"Back to work?" I said.
"Guess so."
"You don't have to put your clothes on...I mean, not if you don't want to." The lovable oaf just smirked at me and put on his shorts. I don't think I could have focused on the material anyway.
We hit the books again. It took another hour or so, but by the time it was dark outside, Nick started to get it. It was pretty cool to watch his eyes light up, his obvious happiness when it finally all started to make sense.
He thanked me again on the way out, and of course I thanked him right back.
"I'll see you in class, and we'll set a date for when you can come up again."
"Okay."
I didn't mention my plan, the one that involved getting him to sit on my face and feed me a few loads in between study sessions. I think actions speak louder than words with a hot dumb jock like that. I didn't want to confuse the poor guy.
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