Shawn and his roommate chapter 9
Upon seeing his friend sho..
🕑 Added 2022-05-11 01:17:47 +0000 UTC
Shawn and his roommate chapter 9
Upon seeing his friend shooting a load down the hot running back’s throat, Charles pulled his cock out of Austin’s throat. He gripped the quarterback’s blond hair in one hand and jacked off his throbbing cock with another. Austin closed his eyes just in time as the old man sprayed his handsome masculine face with cum. The quarterback looked humiliated as cum ran down his face, while Shawn fell on his hands and knees to catch his breath and tried to cough up the cum that he had no choice but to swallow. The four men's bodies were covered in sweat from the heat of the sauna. Both Shawn and Austin thought that after the old men came that their ordeal would be over with, the men would be too spent to continue. However, the old men were just beginning.
“Get up babies,” Harold helped the much bigger and stronger younger running back off his knees.
Austin and Shawn looked at each other in confusion as they were helped on to their feet. Their powerful legs felt wobbly as they stood. The men then placed a hand on their backs and gently made them lean forward. The jocks braced themselves on the sauna bench with their large, strong arms.
“Man, that one beautiful ass,” Charles stood behind the bent over Austin gently stroking the smooth, flawless ass cheeks.
Charles then suddenly raised his hands and brought it down hard on the muscular left cheek. The sound of the impact on the meaty flesh echoed through the sauna.
“Ah, Ugh,” Austin screamed out at the stringing slap.
Both older men laughed. Harold also lifted his hand and brought it down on Shawn’s right cheek. Shawn grunted loud, but wouldn’t give the men the pleasure of hearing him cry. He bit down on his lips and pressed his face against the bench as he was being spanked. The men were each taking turns slapping each hard firm ass cheek. Their hands’ impacts were making a splash sound as they impacted against the jocks sweaty cheeks. The jocks’ hair were soaked and pastaled against their foreheads.
“I think they like it,” Harold paused and laughed.
He reached between Shawn’s thick legs and pulled the jock’s hard throbbing cock backwards. Shawn let out a groan.
“Mr. Quarterback likes it too,” Charles replied as he pulled Austin’s cock back as well.
Both older men laughed. Shawn couldn’t hold out and let out a deep low groan. Tears were running down Austin’s still cum coated face. Both jocks were on the edge of exploding, coming, despite how humiliated they felt. Charles continued to spank Austin’s perfect sculpted ass, while Harold stopped. Shawn was briefly relieved when Harold stopped spanking his ass. However, the relief was short-lived. Harold then spread Shawn’s muscle pack, now reddish, ass cheeks, to reveal the smooth, hairless hole. Harold then used his fingers to scoop up some of the sweat that was running down the jock’s muscle layered back. He used the jock’s sweat to stroke and tease the pink rosebud. Shawn let out a deep moan as he felt a finger pushed into his jockpussy. He felt his hole open and the finger beginning to stroke his insides. Shawn gripped the wooden bench with his fist as Harold squeezed in a second finger into the jock’s boypussy, and tried to spread his fingers as far as possible, stretching the tight hole.
Shawn looked toward Austin and realized that he had it easier than the quarterback had it. Charles slits on the quarterback’s exposed hole, and then aims his hard cock between the granite like cheeks.
“Fffuck, Ugh,fuckkk,” Austin cried out as the older man’s cock pushed into him hard.
“Fuck, he tight,” Charles cried out.
Austin’s head was facing Shawn and Shawn saw the look of pleasure covering his teammate’s chisel face. Austin’s blue eyes rolled back into his head as Charles pounded his prostate over and over.
Shawn then felt the fingers pulling out of his own jockpussy. Harold then grabbed hold of the lean, shredded waist and pushed his 9” cock into Shawn. Shawn opened his moan and grunted loud. Tears welled up in Shawn’s eyes as he found himself flexing his ass around the thick cock plowing in and out of his hole.
Austin was the first to cum. With Charles pounding his prostate over and over, the quarterback couldn’t hold out. He was gripping the bench and then let out a loud cry. It was so loud that men in the locker room outside of the sauna could hear him. His cock jerked and came hard. Austin didn’t even touch himself. As he came his ass muscles clamped down on the older man.
Charles moaned, “Damn, he's milking my cock.”
Charles cried out and came deep inside Austin’s ass. Seeing his friend fucking the cum out of the sexy quarterback, cause Harold to thrusted harder in and out of the Running Back’s ass. Shawn was babbling something incomprehensible as sweat poured over his tight sculpted body. Harold made one last thrust, plowing balls deep into the stud and pausing. Shawn then could feel the man’s warm seed filling deep inside him and he quickly followed. Like Austin, Shawn didn’t touch his throbbing cock as it let loose, cumming hard on the bench under him.
Meanwhile, while his prize stallions were getting fucked in the sauna, Wilbur was cruising the gym for more potential slaves. He went by one of the training rooms and heard the sound of fists hitting a punching bag. The blows were aggressive and angry. Intrigued, Wilbur poked his head through the doorway and was surprised to find Matt, the delivery guy who dropped off the boxes of Austin’s shredded stuff. The sexy dark hair stud was shirtless, showing off his smooth, tight pale body. A thin layer of sweat was over his body from the intense cardio he was getting from punching the heavy bag. The tight black compression shorts were molded over his muscular, large bubble ass and powerful thick thighs.
Matt was taking his frustration out on the heavy bag. All day Matt couldn’t get the incident at the apartment with the two muscle jocks and the weird nerd out of his head. He had long buried such desires but seeing the two huge muscle studs, naked, brought up those feelings once again. I’m no fag, he mumbled to himself as he jabbed and kicked the punching bag. However, deep down he envoys those dumb jocks. How they accepted what they are, how submissive they serve and obey. Matt delivers a series of blows on the heavy bag. He worked out, taking up MMA fighting, other masculine sports, to hide and bury the desires he believed was unmanly, submissiveness.
With his back to the door, he didn’t hear or see Wilbur taking his water jug and slipped his special cocktail of drugs into it. Wilbur smiled at the sexy stud’s sweaty back as he slipped out of the room. Being exhausted from his workout, Matt stopped hitting the bag and wrapped his forehead with his sparring gloves. Wilbur looked around the corner as Matt headed over to his water and gear. He looked so graceful as he walked barefooted. Wilbur watched as Matt picked up his water jug and took a large drink from it. The nerd could see the younger Adonis’s neck muscles flexing as he drank and swallowed the water. Matt put the jug down and returned to pounding and kicking the heavy bag. However, his movement slowed, and his kicks and punches became clumsy while he began to miss the bag. Matt then lost balance and fell forward. He grabbed hold of the bag to keep himself from falling to the ground.
Wilbur came up behind Matt and placed his hands on Matt’s tight muscular ass.
“No. Don’t touch mmeee,” Matt moaned. Supporting himself against the bag, he looked at Wilbur, recognizing him, “you? How. . ?”
“Ssshh, just relax,” Wilbur whispered into his ear, his hands moving down Matt’s tight body. Over his powerful masculine hips and over his muscular ass.
Matt moaned before falling into Wilbur’s arms.
