"Did you like that?" Harris asked as he looked down. He held his softening penis and squeezed drops of sperm from it's tip.
Charley still knelt. He looked up at the beefy naked man. He saw the moisture fall of the guys dick and drop down landing on his cheek and bare chest.
"Want more?" the older man smiled with a hint of evil in his eyes.
Charlie closed his eyes and opened his mouth waiting. His mouth already had the taste of salty sperm. His cock ached.
"Go ahead" Harris said
Charley reached for his cock and began to stroke it. He went fast at first until Harris advised him to slow down.
He could hear Harris slapping his own penis back into a rigid state. It would take time.
Opening his eyes, he looked up at the thick thighed, smooth skin guy.
"Hey nice work out" he had said in the locker room. Harris looked over and nodded at the younger team member. He wasn't a star like Harris but he worked hard. "Yea" Harris answered.
As Charley stripped naked and headed to the showers, Harris kept glancing at the guy. He was thin with long legs, a boyish face but definately a worked out torso.
"OK Here it comes" Harris warned. Charley closed his eyes. He had wanted to watch but he'd rather taste then watch in case some of the sperm he craved hit him the eye.
"Hey" Harris said. He nodded to Charley in the shower. He had moved to the hot spray next to the guy. He lathered himself so his face, head and shoulders were covered in soap suds.
Charley, knowing that Harris couldn't see him, looked at the naked hunky man next to him. He had watched him on the practice field, his bare stomach sexily raising and falling with each breath he took.
The Coach demanded they show up for pre-classes practice but the summer months demanded they wear only shorts, pads. Charlie ran, threw, caught, tackled and exercised along with the 30 other men struggling with the workout and the heat.
"Do you uh use Gatorade or what?" Charlie fumbled for conversation as he walked beside Harris, both toweling themselves as they left the shower room.
"What?"
"To take care of the dehydration" Charley said "I've been drinking water but Doc said to use Gatorade"
"Oh yea, me too" Harris looked over and without thinking about it reached over and patted Charley's bare butt. "Works the best right?" he said realizing his words meant nothing but noting the boys butt was firm.
Charley blushed somewhat. "yea" he laughed and walked with the towel hanging from one hand, his cock and balls clearly visable.
"Looks like you don't need it" Harris said, his eyes aimed at the boys cock which was obviously filling with blood.
"Fuck, damn thing had a mind of it's own" Charley said wrapping his towel around his firm hips.
"I wonder if its thinking what I'm thinking" Harris said. He realized he was openly flirting. It wasn't the first time some younger guy was turned on by his big muscular form.
"I'm sure it is" Charley stood still. He was obviously blushed and there was clear evidence his towel was tenting in front of him.
"Gawd" Charley said as the first plop of cum landed on his tounge loudly. He swallowed it.
"More" Harris warned as a second stream arched from his flesh and landed all over the upturned boyish face below him.
"You goin home or what?" Charley had asked the boy stepping towards Harris bench and locker. He propped one leg on the bench offering a clear view of his erection.
"Got a place?" Harris asked.
Charley walked shirtless from the locker room. He knew eyes of girls glanced his way. They were waiting for their boyfriends on the team. His eyes moved around and noted that his hours of lifting weights created pecs that some men in the area admired too.
He sat in his car and waited.
"Stay still" Harris said. Charley figured there was more sperm coming from the cock he had licked, nursed, swallowed and worshipped moments before.
He watched and from a crowd of teammates, came the large husky and hunky form he was waiting for. Harris moved through the crowd like a white knight moving through the misty forrest into the opening lit by the sun.
There were no words exchanged as Harris opened the door and sat next to Charley. They didn't need to talk. Charley drove away.
Charley kept hsi eyes closed. He had to. There was sperm laying on his face, nose and closed eyelid. He felt Harris lean on his bare shoulders, then his tongue lap his own cum from Charley's chin. He didn't move except to continue to stroke his unyielding boner.
The car parked and Charley let the way to the third floor apartment and into the bedroom he rented. Still they didn't talk as Charley stripped naked first then began to undress the boy, kissing and licking each area of skin he barred.
Charley gasped feeling the tongue move to his cheek, nose and across his eye. His gut begged for release. Charley yanked wilder and harder. He wanted it. He needed it. It wasn't the first time he ws covered with cum from another guy he met on campus, even on his own team.
Then his body began to recognize that this time something was different. It wasn't two guys satisfying their youthful glands. Others came and left. He saw them on campus, some ignored him, others smiled and nodded. One or two were considered casual friends. But rarely did he or they repeat their encounters.
Harris would be different, he knew. There had been something missing after prostates emptied. He had thought about it, but knew his fluids would build up again and he could find another partner to share their needs for release.
Harris wasn't wiping himself and dressing. He waited for Charley to finish too, many others hadn't. He stroked Charley's bare shoulders. Others barely touched him afterwards. He was licking his own cum off Charley's face. Most others wouldn't even taste sperm, theirs let alone his.
Then his body erupted as Harris lips touched his, invading his mouth with the sperm and salava covered tongue. It wasn't a pek by anymeans but a kiss of hunger and needs.
Charley squirted everywhere as his head was held tight and his mouth full of Harris relished what was happening.
Others hadn't stayed, not even for a second time when Charley hungered for it.
Harris was still there, giving and getting. His hands sliding down Charley's shoulders easily reaching for his bare buttocks while Charley continued to shove his tongue and milk his own cock.
There was something more going on, something more going to happen, something more then Charley had hoped for.
The kiss said everything and Charley's body wanted to listen.