Catching Up with the Jock

Devon Saylor, former high school royalty and current micro celebrity, has been catching up with me for the last hour and I still don't know exactly why he called me. He sits beside me on my couch and laughs at the look I'm giving him. "What?"

"Nothing. I just never thought I'd see you on my couch."

"Don't do that." I look at him like don't do what? "Don't act like it's a big deal."

"I don't think you get it, Devon, you--"

"I'm kinda famous now," he interrupts. "I get it. I wanted to hang because you knew me before I was kinda famous. You never cared about any of that."

"I promise you I wanted to be popular as much as anybody else."

"But you didn't change who you are to get popular. I still put Honey Blond 140 on my hair because Hayley told me to junior year."

"The day everyone found out if they liked guys."

"Whatever, dude," Devon laughs, bashful.

"I'm not surprised you're here because you're semi-famous. I'm floored because sixteen-year-old me had a huge crush on you."

"Whaaat?"

"You were the cutest guy I'd ever seen until we graduated."

Devon laughs and shakes his head. "I don't get the hype. I'm not even built or anything." Meanwhile he has cute arms, a tight waist, and pecs you can see through anything he wears. The booty situation is beyond words. "Wait, who dethroned me?"

"Why do you care?"

"I need to know what my competition looks like."

"Your competition for what?"

"For the hottest guy Jacob Navarro's ever seen."

"Don't make me blush, dude."

"Did the hottest guy you've ever seen make you blush?"

"Not yet. He hasn't been this close to me. Physically."

Devon scoots closer. "So this is how I score points?"

"Maybe."

He scoots closer. Our legs touch. "How about now?"

"Definitely moving up the ranks." He slips his arm around my shoulders. "Ok, fine, Devon, you win. Just, please don't start something you can't finish."

Devon raises a brow. "What don't you think I can finish?"

"You're straight. Aren't you?"

He shrugs. "I guess I'm bi." He smiles, looks me over, puts his free hand on my cheek. "You were cute before, but you got cuter."

"You too. Somehow. Which is kind of insa--mmf." Devon kisses me, just once.

"Were you talking about something?"

"I don't remember." He smiles, leans in, and kisses me again. "Is this ok?"

"Very ok."

"Then kiss me back." I kiss him first this time so there's no room for doubt. I'm still trying to process what's happening when he throws his leg over my lap and straddles me. "Hi."

"Hey."

Devon glances downward. "Can I touch your dick?"

"Please touch my dick."

He smirks, runs his hand down my stomach, and squeezes the bulge in my jeans. "That's a pretty big dick."

"Thanks." I slide my hand up his leg and squeeze him back. "That's a pretty big dick too."

"I know I'm not thicker than you." Devon squeezes my boner again and lets out a moan, which is the coolest thing that's ever happened to me. "One sec." He sits back on my lap and takes his shirt off. "Get rid of yours, too." I throw it off like he used a remote control on me. One kiss from him skin-to-skin and my dick's so hard it hurts.

I only abandon Devon's dick to feel my way up his strong back and arms. The part of me that cares about looking too thirsty is gone.

"Can I touch your ass?"

Devon nods. He unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down in back. When I look down: abs, short blond pubes, a big bulge straining and staining his unzipped jeans. I run my hands down his back and squeeze his buff, perky ass. "Jeeeeesus."

"That's how I feel about this." He grips my cock a little tighter. "I mean, fuck, I've gotta try that once, right?"

"Try in what way?"

Devon moves my hand so my fingertips brush his rim. "That way." I run my finger around it. "Mhm."

"Have you done that before?"

"Not with this," he says as he undoes my pants. When he gets my cock out, his blue eyes widen. "I've only ever used my finger. And I never really went in-in." He meets my gaze. "Do you think you could work me up to that?" I nod. "You wanna eat my ass?" I nod harder. "Yeah?"

"Hell yeah."

"Good." That earns me a kiss before he stands up. "Take your pants off."

I shove them to my ankles. When I lean back up, I'm eye-level with Devon's big fat boner.

Something completely overrides my brain and I take him in my mouth. "Fuck." His hand's in my hair, guiding me up and down his shaft until I finally wedge it down my throat. "Fuck, Jacob." He lets out a low groan rubs my stuffed face in his groin, which somehow turns me on even more.

I finally gag. Devon pulls me off his cock, turns around, and respectfully pushes my face between his cheeks. I stick my tongue out and his body relaxes. All but the hand holding my head still.

I reach between Devon's thighs and tug his cock while I'm eating him out.

"Dammit, dude, what are you doing to me?"

"What you told me to."

I experimentally rub his rim with my finger and he sticks his ass out more. "Oh fuck yes." I work my middle fingertip carefully through his never-been-fucked rim. Devon groans and grabs my hand and presses back. Takes me straight to the knuckle. "Mmmm..."

"How's that feel?"

"Incredible, dude, it's like--" I curl my finger and Devon gasps. "What the fuck is that?"

"Hitting that's the whole point of what we're doing."

"Fuck. My dick, dude." He turns to the side so I can see the precum dangling off his tip.

"It does that too." I squeeze his cock.

"God that's crazy." I rub his sweet spot slowly. He braces on my shoulder, drips on my thigh, squeezes my finger. "I'm so scared of your dick," he mumbles.

"It's not that big."

"That's not the problem." He bites his lip. "If one finger feels that good, I'm worried what your dick's going to do to me." Hot. So hot. I kiss his hip.

"You'd know for sure if I put another one in."

He laughs. "You might be gay, but you're still a guy."

"Guilty."

"I like that about you." He pushes my hair back. "I hate having to chase all the time." I kiss higher and fuck him slowly with my finger. "Jacob..." He keeps saying my name, keeps giving me the bottomiest look when his eyes aren't rolling back. "Let me try two."

I spit on my index finger and ease it in beside my middle. His knees tremble a little. I could break a steel pipe over his dick by the time I have both knuckle deep. "God dammit... How much wider is your dick?"

"It's probably between two and three fingers? And it's gonna be a good bit longer, so--"

"Then put it in."

"Huh?"

"Fuck me. If you want to." I don't know if I've never wanted anything that much.

"Yes. Definitely. If you sit on it, you can control the speed."

"Yeah. Let's do that." I slide my fingers out and Devon straddles me a little stiffly. "I don't know what I'm doing. You're gonna have to kinda guide me."

"Well, first off, you can't put it in you bone dry."

"Oh, right." He slides lower, kissing my body on his way to my cock. Then he's stroking me, pressing my cock to his cheek, kissing it. "Fuck, look how thick it is." He squeezes me with both hands and closes his mouth over my head.

The sight of Devon's lips around my dick is hot and unreal.

He tests his limits and coughs. Takes a deep breath, pushes again, gags. He's barely halfway down it.

"I've got lube."

Devon shakes his head and stands up. "I don't think I'm gonna get more than that in me anyway." He climbs back into my lap. "Tell me what to do."

"Come a little closer." He eases up to me until our bodies fit better. I reach around and stand my dick up. "You should be able to sit now."

Devon nods. Takes a deep breath and carefully lowers himself onto the tip of my dick. "Fuck, Jacob, that's really big."

"Take it slow. I'm not in a hurry."

He tests his weight on my head and braces himself on my shoulders. Sits as carefully as he can. His body heat starts at my tip and slowly covers the head of my cock until the ridge pops inside. "Oh fuck, Jacob, your dick's in me."

I'm glad he said it; I wouldn't have believed it otherwise.

He moans and slides lower, takes more of me, drools precum on my stomach. "It's right on that spot. Dammit..." Up, down, drip, drip, drip. "Fuck... oh fuck." His jaw drops as he works my dick where he wants it and stares at his own cock like it's about to do a magic trick. "I can't cum like this, can I? I-I feel like I'm gonna cum, dude." He gasps and nails me in the cheek with the first shot of his load.

"You can cum like that." I jerk his cock and he topples forward into me, kissing me, groaning, shooting himself dry on my chest and stomach.

I start to pull out. Devon pushes me back against the couch. "Not yet. It's your turn." He bounces on the wet half of my cock. Groans as the last of his orgasm drips out. "But you better fuckin' hurry." I can't stress enough how tight Devon's ass is and how relieved I am that he wants me to cum sooner than later.

"I'm right there, Devon."

Sweat drips down his chest and stomach as he bounces faster. "Come on, let me have it." That does it. I cum so hard I see stars and kiss Devon until there isn't a drop left in me. "That was a lot," he says quietly. "I could feel it."

"That happens when the hottest guy I've ever seen's riding me."

Devon beams. "I'm the hottest again?"

"You never had any real competition."