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We were traveling together, promoting our university to high schools in various cities. I promoted the academic programs; John promoted the athletic programs. It wasn’t a well- paid job, but the work was OK and we did get to see the country. We had a rented car and stayed in inexpensive motels, with twin beds.

John and I got to know each other quite well. He was a jock without doubt, but he was smart and funny. And confident and sure of himself. And also very attractive. Lean, but obviously well-muscled. I saw him out of the shower a few times and he had one impressive body; I hadn’t seen his equipment, but he had a beautiful ass. Talking with him over a few weeks of the road, I could tell he enjoyed our conversations and was relaxed in sharing his feelings and ideas as he came to know me. I appreciated him as a really nice guy, but I couldn’t help but wonder what he would be like in bed. Actually it was more than wondering. There were nights I ached for him in the next bed. I tried to give no indication of my desires, but living so close together that was a bit of a challenge.

One night we were very late checking in, after a long and tiring day. I ate very little and went to bed early. John said he needed a run to unwind. So I was asleep when he returned. At first he was trying to be quiet as he changed in the semi-dark of the room. But then he came over to the bed, called my name softly and asked if we could talk. Waking up, I smiled and said “Sure”. He sat down on my bed, just dressed in his shorts, still warm and sweaty from his run.

For the first time, he seemed halting in his speech, almost shy. But he talked about how he had come to know me, and how he seemed to be able to talk with me in a way that he couldn’t with his jock friends. I agreed that we were getting closer, and that felt very good. John took my hand; I could feel the tension in his voice as he asked: “Would you like to get closer?” He put my hand on his thigh. I could feel the heat of his body. And in his sweat there was also a smell of sexual musk.

A rush of pleasure swept over me. Our eyes locked. I grew hard in seconds. My hand gently squeezed his thigh and so very slowly slid forward toward his groin. When my fingers found and lightly touched his hardened cock, we both moaned.

He stood quickly, slipping off his shorts. His cock was not large, but suited his frame. It stood proud and hard, jutting before him. His balls were heavy and full, surrounded in thick curly brown hair. I threw off the bed covers, ripped off my own shorts, and raised my arms in welcome. He put his leg over my body, straddling me. His cock was on my chest, just waiting to be loved. I reached to grab his beautiful ass, moving his up my body till his cock was at my mouth. As my wetted lips moved along his length, John gave a long low groan. I could feel his body tremble in my hands. I moved down the bed at first; the sight and smell of his balls and his groin were tantalizing. The taste of his balls and the sweat of his perineum filled my senses. Soon I could feel his body shaking, hear his gasps. His needs were urgent.

“Let me have you”, I murmured, pushing him back on the bed. I moved out from under as he lay back on the bed. His body was superb; I wanted to touch and taste and lick and nibble it all. But this time - there just wasn’t time. I watched his hips swivel in a mating dance, and lowered my head to his cock, already leaking precum. Very tasty precum. I could tell that his orgasm wasn’t far away, from his gasps and little cries, from the way his whole body was shaking. Moving up his length with lips and tongue, I came again to the tip, swirling my tongue around. He began to thrust, holding my head. I took him all in, massaging with my throat. His long cry, almost a howl, was probably loud enough to be heard through the walls. His orgasm was immediate and intense; I could feel the powerful contractions. Cum poured from him, faster than I could swallow. My mouth filled, it leaked onto his groin, and soaked my face. The taste was rich, pungent and heady.

While he poured himself into me, we rode together, by head mostly locked on his groin. As he finished, his body relaxed and became supple. I moved my head up, looked at his face. His eyes were still rolled back into his head, but he had a silly half-grin on his face. It was so easy to raise his legs up over his shoulders, exposing his ass and his hole. I wanted to possess him. His cum and my spit provided more than enough lube for my cock as I positioned to enter him.

John came back to earth and looked at me. The expression on his face was a mixture of fear and anticipation. I understood he was either an anal virgin or close to it. I placed my cock at his opening, just pressing slightly. His eyes went wide, but his body relaxed, and even pressed back a little. Every fiber of my body wanted to thrust hard into him, to possess him totally. But I also wanted his welcome and his affection, so I just eased in. When I popped his cherry, opened his hole, he whimpered and I could see some pain on his face. He was breathing in little gasps. I eased back, whispered “breathe”. When he was ready he pulled me into him, gasping as I opened him again. But now his whole body was pliant and relaxed as my cock moved into his tunnel of love. I was awash in a sea of sensation, building toward a climax. His hands were on my ass, pulling me into him. I stopped when it looked like he was hurting, but he would pull me in again.

I was on the edge of orgasm when I was finally into him, my pubic hair crushed against his groin. Our eyes met again. His expression was one of vulnerability and need. I moved down to his body and his face and for the first time we kissed, our mouths as needy as our bodies. The sensation went straight to my penis, which inched even closer to climax. Finally, he said: “Fuck me, Alex, please fuck me”. My thrusts were small at first, then I felt his body matching mine, and I began to grind his ass at first then to pound it. His long loud moan sent me over the top. I lost all sense of time and place as I poured myself into him. We both were laughing and crying at the end.

When I pulled out and lay beside him, he was clearly embarrassed. He, the jock, had been fucked. And not just that, he had begged for it. I think he would have pulled away and gone to the other bed, but I said: “Sleep with me; I want you inside of me tonight”. That wasn’t for his ego; I did want him inside me. I wanted to be fucked by him even more than I had wanted to fuck him. I was pretty sure he heard that in my voice. So we dozed off, first me spooning him, then he me.

A fair while later I was awoken by his penis sliding up and down my crack. What a delight! Coming to consciousness in a surge of passion. In no time I was fully hard. I began to match his rhythm. When he whispered “Ready?” I croaked “Please come inside me John”.

John knows how to fuck. As it turned out I was his first bottom, but his hetero training was a transferable skill. It seemed so natural and easy. He opened me in a series of slow, tender and tiny pushes, little more than nudges. Then a slow but longer pressure, and ease off. I was so turned on by his moves that I was almost begging him to open me: “Yes. Yes”. I moaned in pleasure as he passed into me. It was one deliberate thrust, an invasion of my body. My whole body felt it, radiating out from my hole, the new centre of my being. I was barely conscious in the bliss of being opened. When his slender body was against mine, I could feel the bones of his hips pressing my cheeks, I could feel his rough pubic hair against my soft skin. His cock was fully in, but I felt I was in the thrall of his whole body. We lay there for a long while, our bodies locked together. It was magic: I sensed his dominance and authority, but also his care and his passionate love. So very slowly he moved in and out of me, at first in small moves, then in larger withdrawals and returns.

John spoke softly: “Will you be my bitch?” In my best femme fatale, I responded with a rasp: “If you’ll be my Daddy”. Matter of factly, John said: “I’m going to mount you.” And we entered something of a shared fantasy, with roles comfortable to all of us.

I whimpered in loss when his cock slipped out of me, but it wasn’t long before I was on my stomach, legs spread, hips raised. His thrust inside me was more definite than his first entry. I groaned reflexively as I was opened up again, but it was also what I wanted. Once again he was all the way in, but I was more fully possessed. His cock seemed bigger inside me. The weight of his body was pressing down, not suffocating but a constant heaviness nonetheless. My hips went down flat as his stomach pressed against my back; I could feel his heat, on me and in me. The scent of sex filled the air; it was heady to breathe. I was in the bliss of being physically owned.

“How would you like it, bitch?” he said in his best Darth Vader voice. Whispering, mousy return: “Daddy, my Daddy, I want you in me so much. Never, ever stop”. And slow it was. We rocked together for a long time. His thrusts within me became the pulse of my life. We were as one body. I lost all sense of time.

I think I first knew his orgasm was coming by the change in our smells. A potent musk was in the air. And then the rhythm changed, smaller thrusts but deeper ones. He was preparing his cock and my ass for his ejaculation. And once again our mouths joined: lips, tongues, spit. Our faces wet with saliva, swallowing each other. But he was the master. His scent was on me.

He began his journey to climax with long, slow thrusts. Once he even popped out, which prompted me to squeak: “O Daddy, please!” The re-entry red-lined my pleasure-centre. John began the road to orgasm, with steadily more powerful thrusts. His hips were slamming into my ass, his whole body was crashing into mine. I was totally owned, my identity lost. My whole being was centred on the cock in my ass.

It was so sweet when he came. As he began to gasp and his movements to jerk, he blurted: “O Alex I love you” which mean nothing more than he was cumming. His hips went into insemination mode: deep thrusts at the moment of ejaculation, finally holding himself deep inside me. I just knew I belonged to him. I had no identity. His seed was in me; we were one.

Alas, that moment does not last forever, and eventually he pulled out. We collapsed into sleep. Cum leaked out of me all night.

The next morning we showered together. I had complete freedom to caress his body while I soaped, to rub his body while I dried. He was shy at breakfast – so was I, stunned by the passion – but we were able to function in our regular daily roles. After that night though, our ratings from schools climbed even higher. We were a team.

We had almost two, last, wonderful, glorious weeks as lovers. He improved the way I fucked. I taught him analingus and how to be an amazing cock sucker. I got to know his body so well. But I knew he was a jock, wanted a woman as his long-term partner. And in truth I don’t think I could have sustained a relationship that intense.

We parted well, with regret but understanding. We did get together for sex occasionally over the next few years. It was always good, fun and relaxed. But those two weeks were a one-time outburst of passion. Just fond and hot memories remain.