Another Field of Cock Play 2

Kyle had a couple of fuck buddies. His roommate from his college days lived 30 miles away and could provide some needed relief, along with Gordon, the lifeguard down at the community center.

Kyle moved to the bedroom. Flicking on the light, Kyle peered into the mirror on the south wall. What he saw he liked. The thick shock of wavy brown hair, the tanned skin and the thick mustached face topping the large, muscular body completed a picture of undeniable manhood.

Kyle started unbuttoning his shirt, staring at his reflection, and began toying with his nipples, his fingers running through the forest of hair on his hard pecs. A thin line of hair tapered down from the slab-like muscles, around his navel, and crept into his pants.

Hair wasn't the only thing sneaking into his pants, Kyle couldn't wait any longer to get his hands in there and relieve the pressure. Shucking off the shirt and tie, letting them fall to the floor behind him, Kyle unhitched his belt, unfastened the button and zipped down the gabardine slacks. They immediately pooled around his ankles.

Kyle began kneading the growing mound struggling to free itself from the worn jock. Eight inches of meat and two hefty balls seemed to be struggling to escape the cotton/lycra prison.

Kyle slipped his hand into the waistband of the underwear and looked at the framed poster hanging opposite the bed. There, in a publicity shot, was Joe 10 years ago in his jersey unbuttoned to the navel standing on the hood of a red sportscar. The publicity people knew there market, because Joe was obviously not wearing any kind of cup under his form- fitting pants. What appeared to be eight inches soft snaked down his right leg.

Kyle threw back his head and moaned as one hand caressed the hardening cock and the other pinched his right nipple. Jeez. Snap out of it. Don't let your imagination run wild, he thought. Gotta cool down. Looking around, he decided to pick up the place a little to center himself. Removing the remainder of his clothes, Kyle reached out for a pair of old lace-up football shorts he'd had since college. He maneuvered them over his massive thighs and Gently moved the hardening staff of his cock into place.

Kyle quickly put the bedroom in order and moved into the kitchen to load the dishwasher. His mind preoccupied, he was startled when he entered the living room and saw headlights illuminating the front curtains. Could it be? Glancing out the window, Kyle saw the same forest-green Cherokee in the driveway.

The headlights went off, and a car door slammed. Fuck, Kyle thought, if this married jock wants to play games then he's going to have to play by my rules. I'm making all the calls, and if he doesn't like 'em then screw him!

The doorbell rang. Kyle threw open the door. "Yeah, what is it? It's pretty late you know."

Kyle saw Joe's eyes dart up and down his physique. He seemed pretty impressed by the guy in the football shorts. For his part, Kyle was pretty impressed with the way Joe looked at that minute. While he hadn't changed, the tie was gone and the shirt was unbuttoned considerably farther than it had been earlier, affording Kyle a peek at the cushion of satiny blond hair on the man's chest.

Joe hesitated. "I forgot to give you something. Josh lifted it from your office months ago. I don't know why. Even more so, I don't know why I've held onto it." Opening his hand, Kyle saw his coach's whistle and the braided cord in the palm of the other man's hand.

"Come in."

Closing the door behind his guest, Kyle found the man within inches of himself. Stay in control. You don't know what this guy is really after, he said to himself.

"I'm truly sorry," Joe said, his eyes looking down. Then, meeting Kyle eye-to-eye, he said, "Can I put it on for you?"

Kyle's mouth went dry. "Sure," he said hoarsely.

Staring deep into his eyes, Joe slipped the cord over Kyle's head, and gently dropped the whistle to Kyle's chest. Joe began running his finger's through the dark hair on Kyle's chest, still hanging onto the whistle. Suddenly, Kyle felt the cord pulling him closer to his fantasy object.

As Joe pulled the cord, bringing Kyle's face to his, his other hand slipped behind Kyle's neck. Joe's hot breath filled Kyle's mouth, his lips first brushing and then slamming into Kyle's. Instantaneously, Kyle felt Joe's tongue enter his mouth. So much for control, Kyle thought as he mentally pitched his playbook away and brought his hands to Joe's shoulders. Their tongues began to duel between their mouths, their tongues began fighting like two, hot, sweaty wrestlers tying to gain the advantage. Breaking the kiss, Joe began slathering his tongue across his check, to his ear, and then down Kyle's jawline.

Meanwhile, Kyle's hands moved inside Joe's shirt front, and began massaging the broad, massive shoulder muscles.

Kyle pushed Joe's shirt back over his shoulders, unbuttoning it at the same time. The shirt dropped to the flagstone foyer.

Joe continued his descent down Kyle's body, bending his knees as he kissed and licked down Kyle's neck. Still bending at the knees, Joe pressed his lips between the hard, warm plates of Kyle's chest, his tongue playing with the dark forest of hair there. Kyle felt his cock lengthen in the shorts as Joe's tongue continued to wash his chest. Joe moved his mouth to Kyle's right nipple and began nibbling on the hard point. Then he moved to the other.

Joe's tongue followed the trail of hair down Kyle's sculpted abdominals. When he reached his navel, Joe began tongue-fucking the indention.

Looking slightly comical, yet undeniably hot, Joe continued to squat in front of Kyle, dressed in woolen dress slacks and wingtips.

Kyle put his hand under Joe's chin and lifted the big man to his feet. "Come on stud, let's go where we can both be more comfortable."

"Yeah babe, I've been waiting for this for so long."

Kyle took Joe by the waist and pushed the former short-stop forward down the hall. The breadth of their shoulders preventing them from walking side by side. However, it afforded Kyle the opportunity to admire the strong tapering back of his guest. He put his arms around Joe as they walked forcing his hardening cock into the crack between the massive globes of Joe's ass.

By the time they reached the bedroom, Kyle had unfastened Joe's belt, and had opened his pants. Entering the room, Kyle moved to the bed and lay down, still wearing the shorts and the whistle. He nodded to Joe, who correctly interpreted the nod as a signal to finish undressing.

Bending down, Joe removed his shoes and socks and let the pants drop from his hips. Still dressed in his silvery silk boxers, Joe moved toward the bed.

Kyle, was pinching his own tits as he watched the big man climb on to the bed. Joe bent his head and began untying the laces of Kyle's shorts with his teeth. Then, he put both hands on Kyle's hips and began tugging the pants down.

Kyle's hardened cock sprang free of the confines of the shorts, buy his legs remained prisoners with the stretchy fabric still confining his knees. Joe bent to the floor affording Kyle another look at the man's tanned, muscular back.

Rising, Joe smiled and waved the foil packet. After opening it, he placed the condom over Kyle's training prick, caressing as he pulled the latex down. Once covered, Joe then began slowly tongue bathing Kyle's cock.

Kyle watched the former athlete attack his cock like a pro. He shuddered as Joe's talented tongue played across his sensitive glans and plunged into the covered piss slit. Dropping lower, Joe began suctioning on first one ball and then the other, finally filling his mouth with both.

Joe then moved back to Kyle's cock. Kyle felt Joe suction in his cock, plunging centimeter by centimeter down the hardened length. Each movement causing an electrical current to ripple through his entire body. Suddenly, Joe was down to the very base. And, just as suddenly, he'd backed off and was agonizingly inching his way down again. Kyle threw his head back and arched his back. Joe's hands to be everywhere on his body, exploring the crevices in his abdominals, his lats, the cavern between his pecs, around his shoulders, across his biceps, triceps, the entire lengths of his legs, and even the balls of his feet. Struggling for breath, Kyle asked, "You're not exactly a novice at this are you?"

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written by kzwm25a