As soon as I closed the door behind us, Victor pounced on me, flinging me back against the door. He smashed his plump lips against mine, guiding my mouth open so he could shove his tongue inside. Victor was forceful, desperate, needy. He had clearly been wanting to kiss me for a long time, and now he kissed me the way someone in a desert would drink a canteen of water.
This was my very first kiss with a guy, and I was struck how different it was. Sloppy, wetter, the stubble on Victor's jaw scratching me, his strong hands exploring my body, feeling me up like he couldn't get enough of my body and muscles.
And I fucking loved every second of it.
I was too busy shoving my tongue into Victor's mouth in return to wrestle with any thoughts about my sexuality. He tasted rough, masculine, traces of barbecue sauce on his tongue, mixed with something else - something tangy but slightly salty and metallic. I then realized what it was - my cum. I'd never tasted my cum before, let alone anyone else's, so it shocked me at first. But then the thought of the taste of my cum lingering in his mouth turned me on even more.
I couldn't get enough of him, our tongues wrestling, lips mashing, him moaning and me quieting them with my mouth. I've never wanted somebody so bad in my life. Not even with...
Before I could fall deeper into thought, Victor's hands stopped groping at my chest and fell to my shorts. He roughly ripped them down, letting my cock free. It was so hard it was painful, I don't think I've ever leaked this much precum before either. I moaned when I felt his strong, big hands close over my cock.
When Victor started touching me, I felt like I had permission to do the same. He squealed in pleasure when I began groping his chest, like he was a woman with an incredibly large rack that I just loved to squeeze while we were making out. My fingertips brushed over his nipples, which were already hard and pointed. As I played with his tits and flicked his nipple with my thumb, Victor groaned and shoved his tongue even deeper into my mouth. I'm finding out a lot about Victor today: not only can he deepthroat like a pro, his tits are one of his sensitive spots.
Despite how much I loved his tits, I wanted to explore more. I moved my hand down further, feeling over his rock hard abs, every ridge strong and powerful. Now, abs had never turned me on before. But something about having this specimen of jock stud manliness, so hot that he had everyone drooling over him, right in the palm of my hands drove me wild.
I wasn't surprised that Victor was hard. He was wearing a jock, so his cock was held down by the pouch, but I could clearly see a bulge. I don't know what it was, curiosity or something else, but I wanted to grab it and stroke him just as he was stroking me. My hand hovered over his bulge when I felt his fingers enclose over my wrist. His kiss deepened as he pulled my hand around his waist, and placed it on his ass.
I slipped my hand between the tight fabric of his shorts, and I wasn't surprised at all to find that he was wearing a jock, cheeks out and exposed. I grabbed and groped them, like I couldn't get enough. His ass was perfect. Powerful, masculine. But soft and perfectly bouncy too. This wasn't a woman's ass - this was a man's ass. Not just an ass, a bubble butt. An 'oh my fucking GOD' bubble butt, which is exactly what I exclaimed when I sank my fingers into his perfect cheeks.
I struggled a bit to part his cheeks, that was how huge they were. With my free hand I fumbled for his shorts zipper, Vic helping me pull them down so he could break out of them, not stopping the kiss for even a moment. I grunted when he pulled his hands away from stroking my cock to reach behind himself. He grabbed both of his cheeks and pulled them wide for me, allowing me easy access to his pussy.
And holy fucking shit. Pussy is truly the only way to describe it. Victor was SOAKING wet. I felt a spurt of his juice hit my hand, instantly coating my fingers with the slippery liquid. The rest of it traveled down his beefy thighs and dripped onto the floor. I would worry about cleaning it up later - we weren't done making a mess.
Considering I had just seen Victor finger fuck himself to orgasm, I knew he was open and loose. I didn't even bother starting with one finger or even two. In Victor's videos I've seen him stuff himself with three fingers, fingerbanging his pussy until he had a shuddering cuntgasm. My fingers sunk into his pussy, and I grunted an 'oh fuck!' into his mouth, because Victor's pussy was the hottest one I've ever felt.
Granted, I was never a pussy hound; I can count the women I've been with on one hand. And as for men, I've had experience with three, including Victor. So not the largest sample size, but I knew right away that Victor's pussy was on a whole different level.
It was hot, I mean physically warm to the touch, but not in an uncomfortable way. It was wet, his pussy covering itself in juice to prepare it for use. And it was so squishy and tight. I felt Victor clamp down on my fingers and moan into me as I drove them in and out of his warm, wet, tight snatch.
The only sounds I could hear were my lips mashing against him, swapping spit, and the Squelch squelch squelch of my fingers digging into his pussy. Every so often Victor would punctuate them with little squeaks, especially when it seemed like I found a spot inside him that was extra sensitive.
Having such a hot stud jock, a cocky confident sex hound, melt under me and submit was turning me on like nothing else. After the way he acted with me during his interview, I felt like I had the power back, even though I knew this was what he wanted. Damn, Victor is good. Better not tell him that or his ego will get too big - he'll become an evil mastermind.
I just wanted to make him squeal even more, show him that I was in control of his pussy, I was gonna have this cocky stud on his hands and knees begging for my dick. I was really pounding at his pussy, trying to stuff my fingers as deep as I could, but it just wasn't enough. Finally, Victor pulled his hands away and grabbed onto my wrist. I could feel his bouncy, soft asscheeks enclose over my hand. Damn, how did Victor have such a MASSIVE ass?
"Coach, stop! Please, sir, I'm gonna..."
I grabbed Victor by the chin and made him look at me. He was glassy eyed again, dazed and clearly in a fog of lust. He looked almost dopey and cute this way, but there was a fire inside his eyes that showed he was still hungry for cock.
"Were you gonna squirt, boy?" Victor nodded. "You're not allowed to unless I say so, you understand?" Victor nodded again, this time more vigorously. I felt so... powerful, making Victor submit like this. I didn't consider myself especially dominant, but I guess I was finding out more things about myself today besides my sexuality.
Victor looked at me expectantly, giving me permission with his eyes to boss him around as much as I wanted. I wasn't going to let him think that he got the upper hand just because I was giving him my dick just like he wanted. No, we were doing this on MY terms, and I needed Victor to know that.
"I'm gonna fuck your throat." I said, using my best 'coach voice'. Victor gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing. I could hear the sound of more of his pussy juice hitting the floor. Me taking charge was turning him on even more.