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quickly tore my own clothes off while he laid down on the floor
on his back.
He nervously licked his lips. "I never sucked cock before,"
he said.
"It's easy," I said. I scooped his dick up with my mouth,
tonguing its fleshy head. I figured he'd be more relaxed if he
was getting head before he started, and it did seem to help, his
tense muscles loosening beneath my fingers while his dick got
hard.
I swung my hips in place over his head, and he sighed,
looking at my dangling ballsac right above his face. He took my
cock with one of his big hands, guiding it into his mouth. It
was already rock hard, and he gulped it down, able to get only
the first few inches in his mouth before gagging and turning his
head to the side.
"You lied, nigga, it ain't easy," he said. "How you take my
whole cock in there?"
"Practice," I said, licking his dick like a lollipop,
slurping my own spit off his cockshaft then spitting it back out
onto the tip. He moaned and tried awkwardly to do likewise,
stopping partway through to pick pubic hair out of his teeth.
"I'm gonna cum," I said, and he nodded grimly. The
realization that he was going to swallow my cum made my orgasm
come even faster.
He put my cock back in his mouth and it sat there, him not
moving at all, obviously uncomfortable with the blowjob. The
feel of his muscles on my body, and his cock leaking precum in
my mouth was enough for me, not to mention the incredibly sexy
thought of fucking the mouth of the starring quarterback of the
Baltimore Blues.
My cum filled his mouth and he choked and gagged on it,
spitting it out onto the ground and gasping for air. Despite his
apparent discomfort, Keyon's erection had only grown, and he was
also close to cumming. I focused on swallowed every last inch of
his cock, nestling my nose in his pubic hair. I wanted to show
him how it was most properly done.
His cum tasted of sweet spices and fresh dew, and I savored
its taste as his muscles bucked wildly and he moaned. I caressed
his balls and tickled his cockhead with my tongue, proud of the
full body orgasm I had given him.
We separated, and I laid down next to him, clutching his
pecs with my sweaty, nervous hands. He made no move to leave at
first, and my excitement grew at the thought of spending the
night with him, waking up in his muscular arms in the morning
and having another quickie then.
After what felt like only a few minutes but may have been
much longer, Keyon stood and said, "I'm sorry, I gotta go. My
girlfriend gonna wonder where I am."
"Your girlfriend?"
"Yeah, you know I gotst a girl."
"Yeah, but I thought you was here to apologize."
"I am. I did. We made up."
"And now you just leaving?" I sat up, looking at him
crossly.
"I sucked cock for you." He sat up too. He was much bigger
than me, his chest muscles alone dwarfing my entire frame.
"Maybe that isn't enough," I said, "You're still going to
tell everyone you think I'm a stupid faggot, right? You're just
here to get your rocks off. You get the fuck out, you bastard! I
thought we were going to do something."
He jumped to his feet, putting his clothes back on.
"I told you there can't never be a relationship between us,
at least not until I retire," he said.
"Well if we strictly professional, then why are you here
outside of work hours?"
"I was doing you a favor." He had his shoes in hand,
darting out the bedroom door.
"You was doing yourself a favor. You are a faggot, Keyon.
You know that, right? You want cock. I can see it in you. You're
no different from me on the inside, nigga," I said, screaming
from the bed where I lay in the cloud of his scent that he left
floating next to me.
I stood at my window and watched him scramble to his car,
peeling out of the driveway. I suddenly regretted it -- I had
loved this job when I got it for all the hot straight cock I
got. That was what I wanted, and I got mad at Keyon for giving
it to me. But I guess it was different for him -- Mason and
Merrimack and Norridge were all straight jocks. They were never
going to like me. But Keyon was obviously gay, whether he wanted
to admit it or not, and he even seemed to like me. He just liked
being a famous straight jock more, liked the money and the
endorsements and the fawning fans more than he liked me.
But now that he was gone, I wished that he came back, or
that an identical twin with the same personality, but totally
straight, joined the Blues roster in Keyon's place. But Keyon
didn't come, of course, and I eventually grew tired of watching
the stars travel the sky. I sank into bed, relishing what I
thought was still the lingering ghost of his scent in mybed.
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