James Pt. 2
James was eager to go out and party all weekend to get his head off the thoughts he was having about what he and Brian had done, or rather what he had done. He made sure to find time to jerk off, he wanted to be certain he didn't do that again.
But the first time he jerked off he was as soon as he got back to his dorm room and found his roommate gone. Alone there, he took a hit from a bowl and let himself remember what just happened. He was hard almost instantly.
The heft, the length and the taste of Brian's cock all swirled in his head. He let himself imagine more:
What if he had hit me with it? What if someone had walked in? Fuck why does that turn me on? What if he wanted to fuck me? What if it meant being able to play or not, would I let his monster cock in my ass?
The thoughts moved James' hands, seemingly on their own, to his ass. He grabbed it, it was thick, more than could fit in his big hands. His ass had been remarked on before, but when you grow up playing hockey and lacrosse you tend to get a muscular ass.
It turned him on to play with it, he imagined Brian spreading his cheeks and his cock pulsed in his hand. He imagined Brian's massive cock sliding in as he pressed his fingers against his hole. He had never done this before and was surprised at the tingle it sent through his body.
Thinking about getting fucked on the desk and pressing into his hole, cum shot out of his dick. He expected it to hit his abs or chest, but two thick bursts shot to his face. One on his cheek, the other just above his lip. While still in the thralls of climax, he stuck his tongue out and tasted his second load of the day.
It didn't taste bad, but Brian's tasted better.
After that, James tried to forget about Brian and his monster cock. Though, here and there when he would see a small build that resembled Brian, he would look to make sure if it was him and would feel a pulse of excitement.
He went out Friday night after practice and went to one of the usual big house parties, and he made it a point to find a girl to bring back to the dorm. He told his roommate to give him a bit, but he made sure that if he was waiting outside, or in his neighbors were home that they would hear him fucking.
The girl was a cute blond sorority type, James couldn't remember which one she belonged to, but she had big tits and was eager to get fucked by a hot lacrosse player. James put his all into fucking her, she whimpered and moaned.
"Louder. Fucking beg for this dick." James wanted to make a scene; he rubbed her clit while jackhammering his dick into an increasingly wet pussy. Her moans got higher and faster, and James knew he was about to make her come.
He felt her coming and felt secure. James kept going though, not satisfied. Athletes are competitive after all. He fucked her for as long as hard as he could, but after another twenty minutes, the girl pleaded, "I don't know how much more of your big cock I can take, please come for me baby,"
Not wanting to disappoint, James focused trying to come, which after a dozen shots and beers isn't too easy. He closed his eyes and tried to envision something or someone that would make him finish and the image of Brian standing above him with his giant dick flashed into his mind's eye.
With that thought in his head and a soft hole on his dick, it took just a few seconds for him to come to guttural finish on the girl's stomach and breasts.
After getting her a towel they lay there for a minute, she snuggled close to him and told him how good he was at sex, but James barely heard her. He thought about Brian and wondered how this girl would have behaved if it were Brian's cock.
I bet she would have cried while she came.
The game wasn't until Saturday afternoon, so aside from nursing a minor hangover, James spent the morning doing homework in the library. Eventually, physics was the last class left to study and a jolt of excitement bounced around James.
He felt the pull of multiple feelings: He didn't want to ever study physics, it could make him think about Brian, he knew he needed to and part of him wanted to make Brian think he wasn't just a dumb jock, and that thought excited him even more.
He allowed the temptation of imagining Brian rewarding him with another load for doing well on the quiz. Doing so got him hard, but being in the library kept him from doing anything about it. Instead, the thoughts of pleasing Brian motivated James to study until it was time for the game.
Being a freshman James didn't play much, until the end of the game when they had a five-goal lead. The win was still exciting and even though the coach said not to, he and everyone else knew there would be a huge party at the lax house that night.
The locker room was riotous afterwards, the upperclassmen were running around naked and confident. The locker room always a sort of gay (in an ass slapping sort of way) flare to their bro-y vibes.
Changing near James was Paul. He was a sophomore from Long Island who always had a big smile and was a classic Italian New York type- there were a few on the team. It was just the two of them in their locker bay, so James decided to steal a glance as Paul pulled down his compression shorts.
Underneath was a round taught ass with a sprinkling of dark hair that led to his broad, muscular back. James marveled for a moment, but everyone on the team had a good body, he wanted to see what was on the other side.
He realized he had never seen Paul's dick and now he was curious. James joined Paul in the nudity; he pulled off his shorts and underwear in one smooth bending motion, letting his dick and ass be fully seen if his teammate wanted to peek.
"Not bad James, but I think I've got you beat by a little bit." James looked over to see Paul facing him. His muscular torso tapered towards his carved abs whose contours directed the eye to his protruding cock and balls.
His cock was thick and a few shades darker that James' and clearly hung a bit lower past his hefty balls that James's dick. "Ha. Yeah maybe, but just by a bit I bet." James said looking at his dick and back at Paul's.
The interaction sent James' heart into his throat. This sort of masculine body admiration was common, it was one thing when guys would say things about each other's bodies in a group setting; traditionally humor seemed to be the goal, but this was more intimate.
"It's okay, you've got a better butt." Paul said, as he gave a smack to James' bare ass that jiggled as he walked past affixing his towel.
James couldn't help the flush of excitement that ran through his body, a shiver of nervousness made his dick tremble from the ripples of his ass getting slapped. He wanted to see and know more about what just happened, he rushed to the showers.
Paul was waiting in his towel for a shower stall to open and two became free just as James walked around the corner. They were the two stall at the end of the hallway of showers. He followed behind Paul, watching his round ass press the towel tight with each step.
The two teammates stepped into opposing showers and James went to close his door, he glanced across to see Paul still had his door open with his towel draped over the open door.
