SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 15
It was early afternoon. Bill and I were sitting on my living room couch, sipping beer and watching game video, playing the final minute over and over.
The Boulder Buffaloes had been every bit as tough as we'd expected. It was a really close game. Bill ran 30 yards, dancing all around the Buffaloes, making the final touchdown a half-second before the clock ran out.
I was wearing my sweats and tee-shirt. He was dressed for a youth meeting at his church, in blue jeans, an open-collared school shirt, and black sneakers.
Bill surprised me by pulling a joint out of his shirt pocket. He saw my expression and said, "I've got a goody-goody reputation. That's not really me."
"I kinda guessed that." I opened one of the drawers in the cabinet supporting the flatscreen and took out an ashtray, lighter, and roach clip. "Coaches have to pretend to be goody-goody, too." I put the stuff on the coffee table with the joint. "Want another beer?"
"Yup." When I got back from the kitchen, Bill had piled his clothes neatly on one corner of the coffee table. He waved at the football players on the flatscreen. "I've had enough football." He looked at the giant pole in my sweat pants. "Put something interesting on."
I shed my clothes in seconds, joined Bill on the couch, and picked up the remote. "Bet you want gay porn." I navigated to 21stCenturyGaySex, my favorite gay website.
"Sure." He lit the joint. "What do you like?" He took a toke, then handed me the joint.
I took a long drag and let it out before answering. "Everything. Gay, straight, bi . . ."
"Oh." Bill looked a little disappointed. "I just like guys."
"That's cool." I picked a video from my favorites.
We passed the joint, silently watching the opening credits. A police car with flashing lights and a screaming siren roared through the night toward the camera. Bill laughed at the title: "Night Sticks".
The police car stock footage dissolved to still photos of the performers. "Rick Steel" was a big beefy guy with a black crewcut, naked except for a police cap and holding a night stick. "Mark Hammer" was a little shorter than Rick, built like a weightlifter, with brown hair, wearing a police cap and a gun belt. The third man was completely naked. "Johnny Harden" was tall and thin with long flowing blond hair. All three men had big muscles and long thick dicks. I thought of them as "Big Cop," "Little Cop," and "Surfer Boy."
Bill laughed as he ogled the guys on the screen. "Great names."
We sipped beer and passed the joint while watching the video.
It started beside a road at night. Police lights flashed off-screen as the two cops walked up to an old pickup. Surfer Boy got out, dressed only in sneakers and super-tight blue jean cutoffs.
He flirted with the cops, showing off his big cock and muscular ass in the revealing cutoffs. When Surfer Boy bent over, stretching the tight fabric over his butt cheeks, Big Cop reached between his legs and put his hand on the blond boy's crotch.
Surfer Boy sank to his knees, unzipped the cops' uniform pants, and started sucking their stiff dicks.
"That's hot." Bill wrapped his hand around my stiff rod.
The joint had gone out. I put it down and turned to Bill. "So are you." I kissed him. He kissed me back aggressively, with lots of tongue.
I stretched out on the long couch. Bill lay on top of me, rubbing his big hard dick against mine as we went on kissing . . . lots of rough male-on-male kissing.
"I'm gonna suck your cock." Bill rolled off me and knelt in front of the couch.
I sat up and spread my legs. Bill wrapped one hand around my stiff shaft and squeezed my balls with the other. He licked my cock head and stroked my shaft.
On Thursday, he'd wanted a good hard face fucking, so I'd given it to him. Today, I settled back on the couch, relaxing and letting him do what he wanted. Bill alternated between taking my cock deep down his throat and sucking its head while probing my cum-slit with his tongue.
I stood up, pulled Bill to his feet, and kissed him hard. "Ready to fuck my ass?"
"Oh yeah!"
"Let's go." I took Bill's hand to lead him to the bedroom.
He held back, turning to look at the video. The action had moved to a small room with cinder block walls and a mattress on the concrete floor. Big Cop was butt-fucking Surfer Boy while Surfer Boy sucked Little Cop's cock. "I've always had to sneak around for sex. Cars. Basements. Bedrooms with the family downstairs."
"Want to do it in here?" I gestured at the men on the screen. "Watching that?"
"Yeah."
"All right." I got a squeeze bottle of lube from the bedroom. When I got back, Surfer Boy was lying on his back with his legs in the air. Big Cop was ramming his ass. Little Cop knelt at the edge the mattress, slowly stroking his own stiff cock.
Bill stared at the figures on the screen as if hypnotized. "No porn at my house," he said. "Our parents watch us too closely."
"My folks were pretty good," I said. "My big brother left for college when I was 12. Mom and Dad left my little sister and me alone if we had our doors closed. I jacked off to a lot of free low-res Internet porn."
I got down on my hands and knees facing the TV. "Come on, Big Boy." I wiggled my butt at Bill. "I'm ready for you."
"I've dreamed about fucking your sexy butt." Bill slipped his finger up my asshole, coating it with lube. My stiff cock jerked as he moved his finger in and out.
"Come on," I said. "Fuck me now."
"Okay." Bill entered me with one long slow steady slide.
"Oh yeah!" I said. "Your cock's all the way up my ass. Feels good."
I pointed at the screen. "Do it like that." Surfer Boy jacked off while Little Cop fucked him. Big Cop stood behind Little Cop, driving his gigantic dick up his partner's ass. "Pound my butt. Good and hard."
He slammed my ass like a jackhammer, bouncing his balls against my butt cheeks.
I supported myself with one hand and jacked off with the other, feeling the tension building in my balls.
Little Cop pulled out of Surfer Boy's ass and sprayed cum all over his cock and balls. Surfer Boy came on his own belly and chest. Big Cop shot his own load on Little Cop's buttocks.
Bill roared like a cougar as he drove deep into my asshole, spraying another hard hot jet of cum each time he hit bottom.
Bill finally slowed to a stop and let his chest sink onto my back. It felt good with his weight on me and his cock buried deep in my ass.
Bill pulled out of my butt and stood up. "That was awesome."
