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Superstitious Jocks (mm)
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From : Johnny Hardin 05 Sep 94
Subj : Superstitious Jocks
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It's really funny how superstitious people can be. I've
never been a man who has gone for horse shoes, four leaf
clovers or the like. I don't care if a black cat walks in
front of me. But my college roommate, Jeff, is another tale
altogether. He's a football player, and before every game he
goes through some type of bizarre ritual. He puts his left
sock and left shoe on, then his right sock and shoe on. It
looks pretty silly, but he has done this all the time. He
also put on his jersey last.
Jeff says that it is guaranteed to help him win every
game. Well I hated to say I told you so, but lately this
hasn't been working. His team has lost their last five
games, and things were going downhill in a hurry.
Jeff was really upset, so he decided to add yet another
bizarre twist to the ritual. He put his socks and shoes on
first and then the rest of his clothing. This suited me well
because it left his naked body open to my view for a longer
period of time. There is nothing hotter to me then a jock
wearing just his jock strap.
I'm sorry to say that this didn't work that much better.
His team was still losing. I had trouble keeping a straight
face because of all the bizarre things that he had tried.
Finally one night he came to me and said, "I don't know
what else I can do to help the team win. We've got our most
important game of the year tonight. We're not out of the
playoff picture yet, but we're on the ropes right now. Got
any ideas?"
I thought for a few moments. This might be the moment to
live out one of my fantasies. Jeff knew I was gay but
ignored the fact. He never commented on my sexual
proclivities, but made sure I knew how many girls he dated
and laid.
"You know something, dear roomie. There might be
something that will help you win."
"Anything. Just tell me what it is," he entreated.
"You might call it a suck for luck." I smiled, patting
the front of his pants before I brought them down to his
ankles. There he stood with only his jockstrap on. A lump
was starting to grow in his underwear. Jeff, despite his
efforts to pull away, was rising to the occasion.
"Nothing to give a football player confidence better than
a blowjob!" I shouted.
I got down on my knees and started licking all over his
big dick. I would estimate that he has a nine inch prick.
Anyone would kill for the chance to tangle with a turgid
weapon like that.
I licked all over his hard piece of granite, attacking it
from both sides until it was nice and slick with saliva. He
jumped with pleasure as I skinned back and forth the foreskin
over the slick head. Then I took his prick into my mouth and
began the hottest blow job I ever gave.
This football hunk's knees started to buckle from the
pleasure I was giving him. He laid back on the floor and I
docked myself between his legs, keeping his cock in my mouth
the whole time.
"Suck that salami! Take it down into your mouth all the
way. Don't stop! he ranted.
I cradled his balls within my hand and massaged them as I
kept up the fucking motion on his shaft. The hair on his
balls was feeling stiffer as his balls shrunk in preparation
to coming. He was near the edge of climax and I wanted to
enjoy the sight of his shooting off.
I quickly removed my mouth and briskly rubbed his spit
covered shaft. I continued licking all over his pole,
digging my tongue into his piss hole from time to time.
A whimper and a stiffening of his legs heralded his blast
off. At least five ribbons of cum propelled out of his balls
into the air. It splashed hotly on my face and over his
chest. His cockhead was oozing out jelly-like cum.
As I got to my feet, I told him, "I'm sure that this suck
for luck will do the trick. You'll see."
There was a satisfied look on his face as he dressed. "I
somehow have the feeling that our team is going to win."
Four hours later when he came home he was ecstatic. "We
won the game!" he screamed.
"You're my new lucky charm. That blow job did it. I
wished I could have told the rest of the guys on the team.
If I did, they all would have lined up for blow jobs of their
own."
"Go ahead tell them," I responded coyly.
So, before the next game, my roomie came to me naked, his
shaft sticking up like a goal post. "It's almost game time.
Suck me off like you did before." So I placed my lips around
his horsecock just like I had done before and sucked
contentedly on his prick until he was shooting more juice
down my throat.
Guess what? His team won the game. Was it a
coincidence? He doesn't think so.
Now before every game, I have to suck his cock. I'm glad
to do it. If it helps his team win, I'm all for it. He can
keep fucking my mouth before the big game as often as he
wants!
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