He felt a warm stirring in his groin at the thought of the hot athletic stud he'd sucked off in the main library just last week. The stud was on the A&M lacrosse team, a real hunky number.
The guy had dropped by the library's third floor men's restroom, still dressed in his lacrosse team uniform that he'd worn during that afternoon's match.: The well-built jock had definitely been looking for someone to suck his cock.
He had been standing at one of the restroom's two urinals. The young guy stood there, not looking at Mike, but fumbling with the drawstrings of his maroon satin athletic shorts. He also wore a maroon and white striped shirt that Mike knew was issued only to the university's lacrosse
team players, maroon and white athletic socks emblazoned with the A&M logo and a pair of maroon-colored Nike shoes.
Soon, the lacrosse jock got the strings untied and slowly pushed his shorts down in front just enough to reveal a bulging white jockstrap, straining to hold in its precious male cargo, the swelling helmet clearly showing through
the fabric. . He hesitated a moment, then quickly reached in one side of the jock and pulled out his cock.
Mike nearly gasped with excitement as he took in the sight of the stud's big cock. The thick cock, circumcised tight and crisscrossed with a network of light blue veins, had to be more than seven inches long---and it was still soft!
Mike's own prick started to fill and lengthen as he continued to stare with awe and desire at the oversized male sausage that was hanging from the guy's crotch. The jockstud put one hand over the bottom of his jock, as if to
cradle his cotton-covered balls, and wrapped the other hand around the shaft of his dick. He left the mushroom shaped head uncovered. And then, much to Mike's delight, he began to slowly squeeze and pull his oversized teenshaft, which quickly began to grow.
By now, Mike was making no pretense of his interest. His own cock was stretching into a full hardon, a solid eight inches of horny teen cock. His left hand moved slowly but rhythmically along his shaft while his right hand absently twirled his nuts around in their wrinkled sack. His eyes never left the one-eyed circumcised serpent that was steadily growing and swelling, thanks to the expert handling it was receiving from its master.
The jockstud finally turned and looked at Mike, lust and desire burning in his dark green eyes. Mike gave him a quick smile, then slowly licked his lips suggestively. He turned and looked toward the two commode stalls across the
room, then looked back into the jock's smoldering green eyes. The athlete nodded his head, answering Mike's silent question. He quickly stuffed as much of his cock as he could back into his cotton jockstrap, then walked over to the
stall and waited.
Mike didn't bother hiding his boner. He brazenly turned and walked toward the booth, his uncircumcised prick bouncing stiffly and jutting proudly in front of him like a knight's jousting pole. All he could think about was the hot, hung and horny circumcised jockstud hiding less than a foot away from him in the next stall.
His prick tingled with excitement and anticipation. He rolled back the generous foreskin from his hardened teencock. A drop of clear teen precum had already formed at the tip of his prick. Mike carefully teased it up onto the
crown of his cock and then gently massaged the oily substance across the head until it glistened. He could barely suppress a moan. He slid his foreskin forward and back, moistening it with his natural lube.
The bathroom door had barely closed behind the guy who had interrupted them when Mike sank to his knees and reached under the partition to motion the jockstud to do the same. The stall walls weren't very big, so there was plenty
of room for the two of them to maneuver between the booths.
Caressing the guy's muscular ass through the smooth satin shorts fabric with his right hand, Mike tugged down the front of the sexy shorts with his left until the jock-covered cock was fully visible. His heart pounded with anticipation. The heavy, masculine aroma of the guy's hot, sweaty crotch
blasted from the well-packed jock, overwhelming him. His mouth watered. His hand slowly reached up to cup and fondle the elastic jock material that snugly surrounded the sweat-soaked teenage treasures that awaited him. He could feel the covered mound pounding and pulsing with excitement, and his hand trembled a little as he slowly increased his pressure on the throbbing teenmeat.
His fingernails gently stroked the steamy scrotum. The lacrosse stud sucked in his breath, eagerly waiting for Mike's next move. Mike smiled, pleased to know he was now fully in control and would soon be giving this sweaty stud everything he expected and needed-and then some!
He then slipped a hand along the elastic waistband of the sweaty, teen-scented jockstrap and slowly pulled it down. The waistband caught for a moment on the throbbing purple cockhead that strained as if to burst free from the fabric, but Mike redoubled his efforts and to his delight he began pulling the hardened cockshaft down along with the strap. Inch by inch, he worked the sweat soaked jockstrap down, down, down the stud's hardened thighs. The big, nicely circumcised pulsing prick bent downward with the pressure of the tight strap.
The jockstud's tightly muscled thighs gave little resistance. The elastic slid easily across the sweat slickened skin until the rim of the large, mushroom shaped cockhead slowly edged into view. Mike continued stroking and rubbing the large testicles through the jock material as they, too, were slowly released from their confining pouch as the jockstrap descended.
He gently tugged the jockstrap downward again, then gave in to his excitement and impatiently and roughly jerked it down and out until the final inch of material popped off the teen stud's luscious piece. The hard, heavy rod snapped up, smacking against the guy's taut abdomen. It quickly popped back down and remained quivering and pointing upward at a 45-degree angle from its hairy base of thick black curls, jutting outward, stiff and proud. The

circumcised helmet-head, shiny with sweat, proudly capped a thick, veined shaft of young manhood that Mike estimated to be about eight inches long. He could barely get his hand around the fat boner.
The two large balls, now completely free of their jockstrap prison, hung almost to the floor below the pulsing prick.
"Suck me!" the athlete hissed impatiently, more like a plea than an order.
Mike chuckled. He had this one turned on now, that's for sure! Happy to comply with the horny stud's wishes, Mike slowly moved his mouth closer and closer to the upward thrusting shaft. Deliberately teasing his eager young prey, he slowly grasped the pounding prick and squeezed it gently, marveling at the heat it generated against his cool palm and fingers. The powerful cut rod throbbed and
lurched in his grasp. The muscled jock pushed his crotch forward, vainly attempting to thrust his knob into Mike's
mouth

The piss slit, by now leaking copious amounts of clear teen precum, grazed Mike's hovering lips. The sticky fluid clung to his upper lip as the prick pulled back, leaving a long streamer of clear nectar hanging momentarily between
the flaring cockhead and Mike's eager tongue. He quickly swiped at the strand with his tongue, delighted with the salty-sweet taste of a college youth in his prime. He flicked his tongue out again and lapped up the rest of the sweet
stud-honey that continued to ooze from the swollen glans.
His fingers worked along the slick shaft, squeezing and releasing rhythmically. The player squirmed in agonized ecstasy as his dick was lovingly milked and manhandled by this expert, cock-hungry Corps freshman. Finally, after a few more tugs and twists on the heavy teenhammer, Mike brought his mouth up under the silky-sacked orbs and began licking them, one after the other,again and again, until they shone and dripped with his spit.
"Oh yeah...that's it, man... oh yeah...lick those balls!" moaned the jock."Get under those balls, buddy! Yeah...that's it...lick out that sweat. Get that hot jock out of that crotch, dude. Yeah, you know what I need. You
know what you want...you want those hot balls...yeah...lick 'em. Lick `em, dude. Ohhh...oh man...that hot tongue...oh God, stroke those hot nuts, baby, they're building up a big fucking wad just for you...oh man...yeah, suck `em, stud
..suck `em! Work `em over good, buddy. Yeah, that's it! Oh...ohhh...Yeah...ungh...oh yeah, stroke `em...oh man, those balls are hot, buddy. Oh yeah...do it some, buddy...lick my creamers.
Mike kept working over the oversized balls with his tongue, laving and stroking them from side to side in their low-hanging sac. Then he gently suckled first one, then the other, into his mouth, firmly washing each one with his tongue. The stud groaned and moaned, his breathing becoming more labored with each tongue-stroke across his roiling nads. Mike knew this guy wouldn't last much longer if he kept this up, so he reluctantly relinquished the now thoroughly spit-slickened ovals and ran his tongue up and along the length of the precum-coated cockshaft from balls
to glans.
Pulling back slightly, he worked his tongue across the guy's cock, paying close attention to the sensitive nerve endings of the massive cockhead where the skin disappeared into the piss slit.
"Oh God! Oh man...omigod...that is good! That is sooo fuckin good, stud...oh man you suck so good...I can't believe you're doing me so deep like this...oh yeah...ungh...oh...oh keep it up! Lick and suck that dick, buddy...oh yes...oh
man...yeah, buddy, eat my hot piece, buddy, suck on that hot meat...oh yeah, buddy...that's it, suck on that hot jock cock, buddy, suck my meat...
Mike continued bobbing his head up and down, pistoning back and forth along the smooth, slick teenshaft.
Each stroke seemed to make the skin tighten even more around the granite-hard shaft. He could feel the tension building in the jock stud's balls as they slowly drew up tight and close to the base of the pounding cock.
Mike's fingers, now slick with saliva that dripped from the rod from his eager cocksucking, stroked and rubbed along the smooth, nearly hairless scrotum. He feathered his fingers along the area between the guy's ballsack and
his asshole, eliciting more groaning and moaning. He could feel the excitement surging and building through the veins of the teenager's pounding rod. He continued to suck him closer and closer to sexual nirvana.
Yeah...That's...it...almost...there...almost...oh yeah...OH FUCK-YEAH!!!!"
Suddenly, the jock's heavy prick surged and pulsed, then went completely rigid, and began thrusting in quick, short strokes into Mike's hot, waiting mouth. The stud tensed a final time, his body shaking and twitching with excitement, then he arched his back and pushed his crotch as far forward as he could. Mike heard him whimpering with excitement and pleasure as his orgasm crashed through his hard-muscled body.