College Football Player
The college football player lay on the bed, his feet propped up on the pillows like a victorious king surveying his kingdom. His chiseled chest rose and fell with each deep breath, drawing my gaze to the rugged lines of his face, strong jaw, and piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold a challenge, an invitation to explore the uncharted territories of his sexuality.
As I approached him, the scent of freshly showered athlete wafted up, mingling with the earthy aroma of male sweat. My dick twitched in anticipation, responding to the raw masculinity before me. His cock, already semi-erect, pulsed with a life of its own, as if eager to be touched, sucked, and fucked.
I reached out, my fingers tracing the defined contours of his biceps, the corded muscles rippling beneath my touch like a porn star’s flexing in a gay video. A low growl rumbled from deep within him, a primal sound that sent shivers down my spine. The football player’s eyes locked onto mine, burning with an intensity that could only be sated by sex.
I dropped to my knees, my mouth watering at the prospect of taking his cock in my lips, of giving him a blowjob he’d never forget. His dick throbbed against my cheek as I leaned in, my tongue darting out to lick the tip before engulfing it in a warm, wet embrace. The football player’s hands tangled in my hair, guiding me into a rhythm that was both gentle and demanding, a symphony of oral sex that left us both gasping for air.
As I worked his cock with my mouth, his fingers tightened around my skull, the pressure building until it was almost painful. “Suck my dick,” he grunted, the words like a raw, animalistic command that sent shivers down my spine. I sucked harder, feeling his cock swell and throb in my mouth as he came, his semen spilling out onto my tongue.
Afterward, we lay together on the bed, our bodies still entwined from the act of sex, our chests heaving in unison like two warriors who’d fought a battle and emerged victorious. His dick, soft now but still warm to the touch, rested against mine, as if seeking companionship or perhaps plotting its next move, already planning how it would be sucked again, fucked again, how it would bring us both to the brink of ecstasy once more.
