My sexual fetish during as a high school senior, and during college was being under a well built jock, with my booties being squeezed by his powerful muscular thighs, while his stiff cock is rubbing my asshole. More often than not it was the varsity soccer line up that would fit the bill.
I was then a short eighteen year old, whitish complexion, with full buttocks and a plump body - best suited for a desirable Bottom. I welcomed an all enveloping warm body but was averse to painful anal insertion. I was, therefore, very selective and avoided aggressive bullying sadistic Tops.
Mike, a little older classmate, was a try-out soccer team member. His well-built physique, including his light brown tan and hard blue eyes, was a dream come true for me.. His academic high scores and gentle mannerisms met my requirements for a happy relationship.
We had, deniably, touched each other in crowded locations - he had caressed my bottom and I had grounded my ass in his crotch. Indeed I had felt his semi hard cock. There were no safe opportunities for privacy, owing to crowded joint family apartment living. He lived in a garden apartment with his parents and two siblings, that had the advantage of access thru a back door.
One fall afternoon he asked me to stop by his house after soccer practice.
"My sibs are doing to my aunts for the day; Wanna chill out at my place?" He said as he caught my hand and rubbed it on his fly.
"Sure, but we must stop by my place to let my folks know" I replied as I restrained myself from squeezing his hard cock. We got to his place, and there was his Dad's car, parked on the street.
"Shit!" He spat out in anger. "Dads home early, let's just play cards." He went in but came right back with a bunch of keys." Dad said to go to his office and bring his briefcase." He was almost laughing with a bright look. "Come along. We'll have the place to over selves."
The office was empty. He locked the door and grabbed me in a hug, squeezing my booties. He threw off his soccer shorts and undies and freed his considerable Lund! It was almost five and a half inches, a large one by Pakistani standards. The shaft had a curve, the head was glistening with pre-cum and it was pointing straight out. The balls were held tight in the scrotum.
I had the urgent desire to kiss, nay take in and suck his beautiful tool, but I couldn't owing to cultural prohibitions and ablution practices. I controlled myself, undressed, and wrapped myself to him. We slid down to the carpet and flip flapped over each other, our thighs rubbing hard and the stiff cocks painfully bent in others crotches. He finally got me under him and positioned his cock at my asshole.
