"I swear they were fucking and really getting into it! Big swarthy Anthony was all in that tight little twink ass. I bet Anthony tore his ass up before flooding it full of spunk."
"You're just trying to make me cum."
"Is it working, Ricky?"
The dark-headed hunk pushed his blond buddy's hairy legs to his chest and bent over him, his face inches away and sweat falling onto the golden mustache and scruff below him.
"I fucked him and Ant used my leaking cum as lube. I pretended to be asleep but I heard big Ant pounding that tight little ass so fuckin' hard. Kent was purring like a kitten when that big college cock spewed cum into his tight twink pussy."
"Fuck you, Jimmy," Rick growled hoarsely as he lost it, his jizz exploding into Jim's hot hole. His body went stiff as volley after volley left his balls. "Ah fuck!"
Rick pulled his dripping cock out and released his buddy. He rolled onto the other side of the king-sized bed.
"These young fuckers ride each other like rabbits nowadays," Rick said, wiping sweat from his face with his hand.
"We were pretty busy ourselves, if you recall," Jim replied, stroking his cock, while his other hand roamed over his furry muscular chest from nip to nip. "You remember the first time you fucked me? In the locker room...after everyone else had left...we had had to do laps for fighting..."
"You were a cocky little fucker back then."
"Yeah, you'd said something nasty to me about my cleats or something. And I said something about wanting to put them in your smirking fucking face...you pounded your chest and said something like, 'Come on, muthafucker'...and we wrestled around in the sand until Coach stopped us," Jim replied. "Sweat and mud and you grabbing at my jockstrap."
"I just wanted you so bad. I thought in picking a fight that maybe I'd, at the very least, get to feel you up. Sweet stupid ideas. I remember you with your long shaggy blond hair and your tanned muscled ass in that fuckin' Nike jockstrap...everyone else was wearing Bike or Duke, but you had that spicy tight Nike that matched your high-tops...damn. You were fuckin' hot, baby! I wanted you so damn bad. I would jack my cock until it was sore thinking about you in nothing but that Nike jockstrap and shoes, lying on my bed...and that day, yeah, I was horny as fuck..."
"And you wearing nothing but that turned-back cap...fuck, you were a muscled beast. You pushed me against the wall of the shower trying to act so bad-ass tough, saying you didn't know if you wanted to punch me or fuck me..." Jim laughed.
"Did I really say it like that?" Rick said, pretending to frown.
"Bitch, that was what? Twenty years ago? I can't remember every damn detail...but I do remember the electricity when your big ol' flared cockhead popped into my tight virgin hole...damn! I couldn't sit down for days!"
