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“Mmmm that feels good girl” I say as I pull off her shirt revealing her voluptuous breasts, I cup her twins before raising my arms as she pulls off my shirt. Her lips softly brush up against mine as I feel my belt pop open, I simply relax as she services me, her hands deftly darting under my jeans grabbing at my hard cock, I separate our lips for a second “ let it out babe” I beg. She obliges by undoing my pants and popping my boner through my boxers. She slides off the couch as I let out a groan, partly from the freedom and partly because I know what’s coming next. My ex is a cock sucking pro and as her lips meet the head of my dick I let out a moan, close my eyes and let my head roll back. I was in a drunken sex crazed euphoria, her soft suction on my member was driving me wild, my hips moving with the motion of her cock sucking, I was so hard drunk and horny I wouldn’t have heard world war three if it happened right next to me.

The next moment however had nothing to do with hearing, and with my eyes closed it didn’t have anything to do with sight either. In the midst of my euphoria I suddenly felt a hard fleshy rod push up against my face and mouth, if I weren’t so drunk I would have leapt from the couch, instead I opened my eyes to be greeted by an 8 inch steel hard fuck pole. I had always considered myself bi-sexual but never had the chance to experience anything male, I didn’t however expect it to be literally out of no where and with someone I didn’t know and if I weren’t drunk and getting amazing head already I probably would have freaked out. As it was however I didn’t have a care in the world, and I opened my mouth to let the strangers cock slide right in. He let out a slight chuckle of triumph that quickly turned into a moan of satisfaction as I used my new found lust for cock to please this newcomer.

His hand soon found it’s way to the back of my head and he began to take control of my cock-sucking endeavor. I was surprised nothing had been said yet, I still felt the pleasure of my girl down on my cock so I suppose she had a mouthful already and perhaps this mysterious late joiner didn’t want to be known. Although I had seen that most people closed their eyes while they gave head, curiosity quickly overwhelmed me and I opened my eyes to see if I could get a glance of whom it was I was blowing. I opened my eyes to a somewhat dick oriented view. As my face journeyed up and down on his cock I noticed his dusting of pubes, he shaves, nice for me. I attempted to look straight up to his face, an effort my eyeballs couldn’t produce without moving my head and leaving my charge, I did however get a glace at some well toned abs, he’s looking better and better. I then looked to my left to the arm that held me to his cock like I was his personal cock sucker, all I could see though was the blue polyester of a jacket lining, he’s naked gettin his cock sucked with a jacket on? Weird. I Then look right and found my explanation, the outside of the jacket was adorned with the colours and styling of my high school football teams lettermen jackets!

I was giving head for the first time to a football player while he wore his lettermen? Fuckin Hot. What ever euphoria I was in earlier was nothing compared to the hedonistic heavenly pleasure I was getting now, I ran my hands through my girls hair as she nearly sucked the pre cum right out of my cock, while he began repeatedly began shoving my head down his shaft, quickly overwhelming my gag reflex. He began pushing my head straight to the hilt of his cock, my nose in his pubes, and he would forcibly hold my head there until I moaned for air or until the constrictions of my throat and the pleasures of my mouth brought him to close to the edge and he would pull out up to his head leaving behind a trail of thick pre in my mouth, how much I wished this football jock would fill me will his seed. On the last deep throat, much to my disappointment, he pulled out completely, I was sucking that 8-inch manhood so hard I imagine it must have made a pop as it came out. His hand still on the back of my head he tilted my line of vision up to look me in the eye. When our eyes met my jaw dropped, literally, he laughed cause he must have taken as a sign I wanted more, as much as I did, that wasn’t the reason.

As hot as it was to be servicing someone from the team, it just got 10 time hotter, I was looking up at Eric Smyth, the captain of the football team and star quarter back, the man was an Adonis, there are no words to describe him, he had a chiseled jaw line since the 2nd grade and looks that would knock the wind out of you, what ever made him was truly godly. He smiled down at me and said his first words of the night, “Fuck Clair, you really taught him something.” She pulled off my cock, and although I had been focused on his cock I definitely now felt the absence of her on mine, “I didn’t teach him anything Eric, he musta picked it up somewhere else.” They both laughed. At this point I was the only one wearing pants, Clair quickly fixed that and it felt good to let my cock and balls truly hang out. At 6 and a half I don’t feel to ashamed, no one complained and I made the girls moan for more, considering I my ex comes back 6 months after we broke up I figure I do a bang up job, pun intended.

Next to this Aphrodite*, this god of sex, I felt if only a little self-conscious. I didn’t have to much time to dwell on it though, Clair moved from her knees on the floor to lying on the couch with her head just resting on the opposite armrest to me, clearly exposing her clit, normally I’d dive in head first to that, and while I wasn’t intimidated by Eric, he was definitely commanding and I hesitated, he didn’t mind at all though and wasn’t at all bothered by the fact that I sat right between them either, to my dismay he shed his lettermen to the floor, but it revealed his strong passing arms and provided more to his allure though, after discarding the jacket he climbed over top of the couch armrest on my side placed his knees between myself and the armrest arching over me his face landed directly in her pussy, basically he was on top of me eating out my ex.

He was good, real good, and with hours of practice with my kinky ex, I would know cause I’m not so bad myself, and with those heart shattering looks why shouldn’t he be just as practiced? His tongue darted deftly around finding every pleasure spot, she moaned and squealed. “Oh fuck Eric yeeeeesss” she cried one hand on the back of his neck the other reached out for purchase on the couch, she squirmed and contorted as the waves of his pleasure ran through her, “oh yes baby that’s the spot” Clair continued to cry as Eric moaned “mmmmm” like he was eating a steak and Lobster buffet, well he was eating some kind of seafood I suppose. I watched with intensity, the hottest man I know eating out the hottest girl I know, best porno ever, looking to my left I notice something I cant resist. Eric’s hot jock bubble butt up in the air, “fuuuck” I say to myself, I can only resist myself for a moment as my hand reaches up the back side of his muscular thigh, my hand reaches its destination and I grip my prize, I hold for a second waiting for his reaction but he’s buried in Clair. I continue my exploration of the first masculine ass I’ve ever touched, like the rest of him, perfect, soft yet toned as perfect now as it is in his uniform, I massage it feeling the light hair you’d expect of a man, I grab each cheek feeling the firmness, I want do delve into his hole, or perhaps give him a football slap on the ass, as much as it want to, I’d like to pass on the mouthful of my teeth courtesy of his fist, I doubt he’d have much use for anything going into his ass or anyone slapping it.

Clair stops her cries of ecstasy and I notice Eric’s head coming up from between her legs, my hand quickly darts away. He moves off the couch, giving me a knowing grin before saying “She’s yours right?” I open my mouth to say that we’re not attached or anything but before anything comes out he nods toward her spread legs “better mount up” he commands. I do as I"m told and move toward the middle of the couch, her legs on my shoulders I plunge my cock into her awaiting folds and let out a groan, I set an easy pace relying on the momentum of my thrusts to give her pleasure, she responds by letting out a soft moan and gripping the armrest behind her head to provide a little resistance to my thrusts. In the next moment I can feel Eric’s knees sink in into the cushion of the couch and he’s behind me, I can feel his body heat and his breath on my neck as he moves in closer to me. His arm reaches around and grips my chest and I can hear his breath, “yeah fuck her bro, fuck her like a bitch, fill her up with your cock.” He moves closer and his 8 inch hammer is resting vertically between my ass cheeks, I want to tell him so bad to shove it in and plant his quarterback seed in my hole, but he’s setting the pace tonight, and the mouthful of teeth thing. I’m getting pumped feeling my cock inside my ex, Eric’s head is on my right shoulder whispering like a horny devil, thank god there’s no angel on my left. “Harder bro, Harder!” I pound my cock in her cunt making the couch shake, eager to please him in my euphoria of sex.

He continues to whisper encouragements in my ear as Clair moans and begs me not to stop, my cock is slick with pre and her juices, I reach down and grab one of her breasts. “Yeah man she’s your bitch do what ya want with her.” By now Eric has got be into a fucking frenzy and Clair is screaming beneath me, it’s all to much for me and begin to moan as loud as she’s screaming, I can feel it growing in my loins one last thrust…. As I move in for that last thrust I feel Eric’s arm tighten around me as he pulls me up and out of Clair, my cum shoots out over her chest and on her breasts, ropes and ropes, more than I thought I had in me coats her. Eric deftly places me on the far side of the couch and its at his point I realize I didn’t have a rubber on, he’d just saved my life, and in one swift moment he picks up where I left off, without Clair even knowing there was a change in riders, he shoves his hammer into her and she immediately knows. Before he’s even in fully, her legs are wrapped around him and she’s holding on to him for dear life, he’s fucking her standing up, bouncing her off of him and he’s doin it right in front of me, I can see his cock filling her up, and her ass shaking as she bounces on his dick, she’s screaming, you’d think bloody murder if there wasn’t that lust in it. He’s moaning a deep primal fuck moan, and is about to cum. I blink for one second, and we’re back to square one, hand is on the back of my head cock in my face, except this time it isn’t pre cumming out at me.

His football jock cum splatters all over my face, I scrambled to catch and lick up what I could, I counted at least 6 probably 7 shots, one of my eyes was covered and closed, I heard Eric groan and say “yeaaaah buddy” I looked up through my one clear eye to see him looking at me around Clair, who was still clinging to him, a broad grin on his face. He let Clair down and she picked up a towel off a nearby coffee table “whew” she said as she wiped my cum off her body “that was fucking wild boys.” She casually tossed the towel to me and as she walked toward her bedroom she called out “feel free to crash on the couch.” I reluctantly wiped Eric’s gift off my face, not wanting to arouse to much suspicion to myself, I was glad Clair didn’t care that I wasn’t moving from this couch cause I was fading fast, I could hear my Adonis moving about and then I heard the tap in the kitchen turn on and assumed he was getting a glass of water. I curled up into on the couch still naked, the alcohol from earlier in the night had been pumped straight to my brain and I passed out almost immediately, but before I did I could hear Eric, “hey bro you better cover up or your gonna freeze stiff” but it was to late for me and just as oblivion crept over me I felt something heavy tossed over me…

I opened my eyes and in seconds wished I hadn’t, I gripped my head to stop it from splitting in two. Groggily I looked around, to no surprise I was at Clair’s, looking up at the clock on the wall I learned it was just shy of 6:30 am, fuck I could hardly remember anything, just blurred images and slight feelings, like trying to remember a dream just after waking up, shit what did I drink last night? Something was jabbing me in the back, probably what woke me up, fuck I wish Clair would get a new couch this one is older than both of us, then again I’m the only one who uses it so she doesn’t care. I glance up across the couch and like a cipher to a code all of last nights memories were unlocked, at least the ones I figure matter. Across from me back rested against the armrest, hands behind his head like a champ, slept the epitome of all that is masculine and powerful, Eric. I lie there for a moment and let my memory blow my mind, I couldn’t believe what had happened just a few hours ago. I realize that which was jammed between the vertebrae in my back was not Clairs" dump of a couch, but was probably one of his toes, I shifted gently off of it hoping not to wake him, I winced as I heard a loud sigh, but nothing else, whew. I slipped my feet to the floor and sat up, the cold air rushed in and I pulled what had been covering me closer, its then I realized just what it was, Eric’s lettermen jacket, he had covered me with it last night. I looked over at him, clad only in his boxers, the cold didn’t seem to bother him and I could almost see my breath. I slipped the jacket on and did the first half of the buttons up, my heart raced and in return my head split farther apart. Most of the football team let their girls wear their jackets and being the unofficial ruler of the high school Eric had more than a few girlfriends, some of them steady for a while I think, but I couldn’t recall a time when I had seen any of them wearing his. Wearing the captains’ jacket was fucking hot and I loved it, chicks would kill for this, almost wore a lettermen of my own, but the bitch in the other room kinda stopped that, well that’s history. I stood up and decided to search for my clothes, I was in luck, my boxers and jeans sat in a pile right by the couch, discarded there last night.

I lifted my leg to slip into my pants and nearly toppled onto Eric, whoops guess all that booze hasn’t quite run its course, my head pounded a little harder if it were at all possible. I searched around the room for my shirt and eventually hit jackpot when I looked just behind the couch. I sighed inwardly, now came the moment of truth, I slipped off the jacket and held it for a second, I contemplated sneaking off with it but decided living a while longer was better, if only slightly. I laid it gently over him, returning the favor, I think I appreciated it much, much more though. I grabbed my shirt raised my arms and slipped it over my head, bad idea, the slight disorientation sent what little balance my hung over brain had out the window and had me falling back onto my ass and squarely onto the couch with a thump. Oh fuck, I winced, thank god I didn’t fall right on him, I opened a peeper and looked over at Eric. He sighed and stretched before opening his eyes, but when he did he immediately looked at me. “Hey” was all he said. I responded, “Hey”, I felt like such a genius… “You leaving?” he questioned. “Ya I better get home before someone notices I didn’t make it back last night.” Eric glanced at the clock, 10 to 7, “Ya, I’d better do the same.” I attempted to stand up and nearly fell flat on my face, collapsing back into the couch I groan, my brain was now my bodies worst enemy as my headache grew more debilitating. “Oh shit man you must have done some real drinkin last night,” Eric reached to the end table on his side and presented me with a glass of water, “I haven’t had nothin out of it yet, it’ll help trust me.” I found in pretty humorous that he thought I’d be bothered by sharing a glass with him after having his cock in my mouth and cum all over my face, I appreciated it and took a sip, then downed it. I didn’t realize how thirsty I was until having a drink, “Booze is dehydrating right?” Eric asked, “Ya” I responded, thinking it was pretty obvious.

“After all that drinking, when was the last time you had a glass of water?” I felt stupid, it makes sense after he said it, “you got a little dehydration sickness bud.”
I nodded my head in thanks and understanding, “I’ll give you a ride home bro.” I was about to protest, but there it was in his voice, something that made me not want to disagree, I nodded again, “Thanks man, I could use it.” He slipped on a long sleeve crew neck and his jeans. I felt better after the water, at least to the point of minor movements and stood up. He glanced at me just in my t-shirt. “Is that all you got?” he asked, “I had a hoodie at some point last night” I grinned back, “ You’ll freeze, take this.” Once again he offered his lettermen, were it any other guy I’d have said I didn’t mind the cold, I would have done that macho show no weakness thing, but I can’t seem to say no to Eric. I slipped on his jacket for the second time and did it up as we walked out the door, for a second I felt like a football jock wearing that jacket. I followed Eric to his pickup, an old sky blue Chevy, I thanked him again as we climbed in. The drive to my place was silent, I wondered if last night would come up, but I was a little apprehensive about mentioning anything. I’d never had such incredible sex like that before, and it was all because of him. It didn’t take more than a minute or two to get to my place, Eric pulled up into the driveway and turned to face me, “I enjoyed last night man,” my heart skipped a beat, “and I know she thought we were a great tag team” he said smiling, there was an awkward pause as I couldn’t think of anything to say, he cleared his throat and continued “It wouldn’t have been nearly as great without you” his voice almost a whisper. I think he was just as nervous talking about last night as I was. I regained some of my wits “It was all you man, you blew both our worlds, I"ve never done anything so amazing.”

He smiles as my hand goes to the door of his truck, its then I realize I’m still wearing his lettermen jacket. I go to undo the buttons and give it back to him but as I pull the first button apart I feel his hand grip my arm, “No, keep it a while longer” he said. I was thrilled and as I went to exit the truck I felt his grip tighten on my arm, I turn to see why and meet his intense gaze, my eyes lock into his and there is a long pause, somehow I know what he’s thinking, I just wish he’d do it. We sat there for a moment longer fixated on each other, then in one swift movement he pulls me into him and our lips met, fuck I waited what felt like an eternity for this and I wasn’t going to be a wet noodle. I threw my arms around him as our tongues interplayed exploring something neither of us thought possible for ourselves, slowly we sunk further into each others arms and I could feel his chest move with labored breathing, I could smell him, last nights sweat and yesterdays cologne, a scent that suited him. Our passionate embrace continued but at this point he was in control of this kiss, not for any lack of effort on my part, but it was in his nature and as we carried on my cock began to stiffen and I knew I had to have him, judging from how close he held me and the soft sighs I knew he had to have me to. I place my hand underneath his shirt and run my hands on his smooth abs, hardened from days of practice and hours of gym time needed to be as successful as he was on the field.

My hand continued its journey upward to his pecs, hard as steel to, my hands glided across, sending tingles across Eric’s body. I broke our locked lips, and Eric’s look of disappointment was tempered by the promise of something more to come, I lifted his shirt up behind his head, revealing the masculine physique I had just been exploring. My hands slid down his body to his 8-inch hard cock, which was protesting against its prison. I rubbed it through his jeans which elected an enthusiastic groan from the man who currently held me enthralled, and as I worked him up he began undoing the buttons to his jacket that was still on me. When he popped the last button on the jacket I went to pop his jeans open and as I gripped the fabric of his jeans… I hit my head on the roof of his truck, fuck! My cell phone went off startling the both of us back to reality, I could tell from the ringtone I had programmed it was the house phone, probably my mom. The surprise of the phone, and maybe cause I hit my head, had us both realizing the situation, we were getting heavy in the driveway of my parents house at 730 in the morning, I slid off of Eric as he slipped his shirt back into place.

I opened the door to the truck and hop out, as I turn to close the door I take a look at him, he gives me a disappointed smile “I’ll call you” is all that he was able to muster, I didn’t blame him, I just smiled and as I close the door he calls out “wait!” I look in “ I never even got your name” we both blush at the revelation, I suppose there really wasn’t much opportunity its not like we had a formal introduction. “Ryan” is all I say as I close the door. I hear his truck pull away as I put my key in the door and walk into the house. I mumble something about playing Xbox all night at a friends place to my waiting mom as I go down the stairs to my bedroom and close the door. I flop onto my bed clothed, not bothering to change or crawl under the blankets, I lay there in his lettermen jacket admiring the school colors, white and blue, the bull dog (that’s our school team obviously) on the one shoulder and on the other, his last name, Smyth.

I closed my eyes, and could smell his cologne from his jacket. I was enthralled by this guy, but as I fell asleep I did so with uneasy thoughts, I know I’m bi and before last night would I have blown him? Sure, but would I have wanted him to hold me and fuck me as hard as he could, like I wanted him to in his truck? I didn’t know, isn’t that what queers want? I’m no queer was all I could think as I drifted into the darkness of sleep.

*** Aphrodite was the Greek goddess of sex, and although male dominated Ancient Greek culture would make it seem like she was exclusively female, she could take any gender, so long as it was overly sexualized.

This story started out several ways so some times it seems a little jumbled, at first I intended on leaving out most physical details, specifically of characters, so as to let the reader fill it in with ideas and people of their own life, it was only moderately successful I think as things got more and more personal for me, I think better descriptions will be included in the next chapter, let me know in the comments your opinion on the matter.

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