Fucking a Former Football Jock

"MY NAME IS MARK AND I LIVE AT... I AM 45YO AND 6' TALL. I AM BUILT LIKE A FOOTBALL PLAYER. I USED TO PLAY. I AM MUSCLER, HAIRY AND HAVE A CUT, THICK 6.5 PLUS COCK. I CAN LEAVE CARPORT DOOR OPEN YOU COME IN AND GO TO BACK BEDROOM ON RIGHT. WALK IN AND FIND ME ON MY KNEES ON BED LUBED UP. LET ME KNOW."

Usually, I hate it when an e-mail arrives yelling. But something about this message just screamed "former straight guy." The accompanying photo didn't much strike my fancy either, although certainly, the thick cock seemed legit.

The crossroads provided turned out to be remarkably close to my house, so it wouldn't be too time-consuming to check out the circumstances. I let him know I'd be there in 20 minutes.

I found the nondescript home quickly and instantly knew it was the home of a straight-man without a wife to pester him. Autumn leaves covered the ground, a non-working motorboat sat abandoned and rotting in the yard. Faded Georgia Bulldogs statues flanked the front lawn. The only thing remotely cared for was the Jeep Wrangler with extra big tires for four-wheeling and decked out with fog lamps big enough to light a stadium on its own.

The dumbass didn't leave the door unlocked, so I had to knock. Mark opened the door, apologizing. But he was indeed naked. And beefy. Very, very beefy.

Could he lose weight? Sure. But this man's belly didn't poke out much further than the mounds of his massive pecs. While we were close to the same height, Mark's girth easily doubled me. With the deftness of a defensive linebacker, he climbed on the king bed reinforced with concrete blocks and centered himself.

His ass failed to impress me on sight, but a bubble butt on this mammoth could be tough to fuck considering my seven inches. Again, I'm not huge, so some fat-asses aren't worth the effort when you can just get the tip in.

I dropped trou and mounted him, slathering a little lube on my cock. Straight asses are always tight, but this fucker wanted it. So when I finally lined my cock up with his hole, he pushed back as I pushed forward. I slipped in and he grunted.

My cockhead stayed in as I felt his ass tighten and loosen as he worked the muscles into submission. I pushed forward, he pushed back, and finally, I'd get about four good inches of my seven inside him.

I plugged him, sliding it out to the tip and pushing it back in. He would grunt. Not particularly sexy at all. Yet, I knew he enjoyed it. And as I picked up the pace, he began to urge me to fuck him.

The hole never loosened. It kept its tightness and I continued to slide in and out. I could feel the ridge of his prostate and knew he felt the pleasure. With a slight angle change, I began poking it with force. With each drop into his ass, he grunted to emphasize the electric charge.

"You want my load?" I asked. It's always a turn-on for me when they ask for it. If they beg for it, even better.

"Can you shoot on my back?"

Fuck. I wanted to say, "No. I can't." I didn't say anything. I just kept fucking.

Suddenly, he let out a groan, "Fffffffuuuuuucccccckkkkkk!" I knew he was enjoying it. "Go ahead and shoot in my aaasssssss."

That was all I wanted to hear. A few more thrusts and I went in to the full depth I could go and stopped moving, my cockhead just past his prostate. The throbbing began and I let it out. Gush after gush. Inside this huge football ass.

I thrust deep a few more times, assuring as least some spunk coated his insides then climbed off and down. He rolled over and began playing with his cock.

"Thanks, bud," I said, slipping on my pants and shoes.

"Anytime," he responded. "Maybe you could come back again sometime." He sounded hopeful.

"Maybe," I said without commitment.