Jamie walked into the apartment and threw his keys into the bowl near the door. He immediately started stripping down as he walked toward the bathroom.
"Fuck, dude. You look like shit!" Anthony said, looking up from his phone. His hand rubbed over his hairy chest and then pulled at the waistband of the jockstrap he was wearing.
"I'll tell ya about in a sec, bro," Jamie shouted from the bathroom as he jumped in the shower.
Anthony finished going through his messages just as Jamie walked back into the room wearing only a towel. He plopped down onto the worn futon beside Anthony.
"Megan is crazy as shit, dude," Jamie said, running a hand through his damp strawberry-blonde hair.
"Tell me something I don't know," Anthony responded.
"Dude, I dropped by her apartment after batting practice and she answered the door wearing one of those see-through lacy things. She made me get in the shower and wouldn't give me a towel. So here I was soaking wet wandering around her apartment. I find her on her back on her bed...no panties...and she's begging me to eat her pussy, talking about how hot I looked with water dripping off my big muscles. She's spreading her pussy, her wet fingertips petting her swole pussy lips and pretending I'm a red-headed fuckin' Aquaman."
"Fuck, dude."
"So there I am...a freckled face wet with her pussy juice. I'm tearing that shit up, fucking her with my tongue. My teeth are pulling at her cuntflaps; my tongue rolling around her clit. Then she starts begging to suck my cock. I'm like stone rockhard, eating her like I was starvin'".
Anthony reached down and adjusted his hardening cock as Jamie pushed absentmindedly at the slight tent in his towel.
"So, I pushed her further onto the bed and got beside her, her head in my crotch and she starts fondling my hard cock like she might break it. I'm so wanting her to take it between her lips, but she's just kissing it real soft."
"Yeah, that's Megan all right," Anthony said, his hand lying against the pouch of his jockstrap.
