Rocks for Jocks

By Natty Soltesz

I was taking a summer physics course to bone up on my skills and pass some time.  Campus is pretty deserted in the summer, and the mood is nice – quiet and serene.

There was this one guy who sat in the front row named Nick Anthony.  He was what you might call an oaf; a big, dumb jock with a thick neck and even thicker skull – a prime candidate for Rocks for Jocks (what people call the giveaway science prerequisite typically snatched up by athletes and underachievers) if there ever was one.

But Intro to Physics was where he’d somehow ended up, an unwitting cog in the machine that is a liberal arts education, trying to wrap his head around Newtonian mechanics and kinetic theory when I suspected he’d rather focus on the trajectory of a football sailing through the air.  He was trying so hard, intently taking notes as our professor explained equations on the board.  But you could tell it wasn’t getting through.

I stared as much as I dared.  He always wore athletic gear – thin white t-shirts that hugged his buff and beefy bod; blue silky track pants with buttons going down the sides.  A few times he wore a sleeveless Texas Longhorns shirt, and his arms were so tan and toned.  I lived for the days when he came in wearing his mesh basketball shorts – his ass flexing as he walked, his package flopping up front.  Jesus.  He had short dark hair and a stubbly face with sensuous lips.  I’m sure he had no trouble getting laid on a Saturday night, but physics just wasn’t his forte.

The prof and I had become friendly by the third week of the course.  He asked me if I’d consider tutoring Nick, and rack up some extra credit in the process.  I didn’t need the extra credit, but I enjoy tutoring – regardless of whether I’m fantasizing about the pupil sitting on my face – so I said yes.

We were formally introduced one day after class.  Nick shook my hand in his big paw, smiling.  He seemed like a genuinely nice guy, and we walked out of class together.  I offered to meet with him that night, if he wanted.

“Well, yeah…but I got this girl I’m supposed to see…”

“Oh, no worries – if you got a girl.  We’ll do it some other night.”  He said tomorrow worked better – and I figured some lucky girl was going to be freshly fucked by then.

He lived with his parents in the suburbs, and took his mom’s Cavalier to my place.  He couldn’t have dressed any better – that goddamn sleeveless Longhorns shirt and mesh shorts.  I was dying.

I offered him iced tea and we sat down at the kitchen table.  Now my place is pretty private.  And I guess I was a bit older and wiser than Nick – but only by a couple of years.  With that said, I never had a plan to seduce him.  At least not at first.

We started in on some equations.  He wasn’t getting it, and he began to get frustrated.  My place was hot and I didn’t have AC, so after a half hour I suggested we take a break and try to catch a breeze on my back deck.  Nick sat in my patio chair and downed the rest of his iced tea.

“So,” I said.  “You went out with your girl last night?”

“Yeah…wull, we didn’t really ‘go out,’ y’know?” Nick said, smirking at me to see if I got the gist.  I laughed.

“And you’d rather do that than work equations?  Unreal.”

Nick sighed.  “Man I really I hate this stuff.  I dunno why it’s supposed to be important,” he said.

“Well, truth is you’ll probably never use it ever again.  But it’s a requirement, right?”

“Yeah, coach says I have to get at least a ‘C.’  I dunno why I suck so bad.”

“You’ll get it.  Besides, it’s not that important in the grand scheme of things.  I’m sure there’s other stuff you’re much better at.”

“Yeah, you could say that,” he said, giving me a sly lift of his eyebrows.  I thought, fuck it.

“So you’re a real stud, huh?”

“Yeah,” he said, chuckling.

“I’m not surprised,” I said, leaning forward and putting my hand on his beefy thigh.  “You’ve got a really hot body.”  I boldly ran my hand up his shorts, almost caressing his balls before taking it back down.  His eyes just followed my hand, as if transfixed from the sensation.

“Bet you got a big cock, too,” I said, putting my hand on the front of his shorts.  His dick was half hard.  It jerked against my palm.  “Hell yeah, I knew it.”

Nick was clutching both sides of the chair as I stroked his cock through his slick black shorts.  And for the first time since I’d seen him, he came alive.  His breathing quickened, his body rose and fell with each breath.

I got down on my knees and pulled off his shorts.  I didn’t need to ask permission, his body language said everything – it was his clearest, most confident voice.  I slipped his briefs down his thighs and his huge, hairy schlong lurched out.  It was thick and stood up tall like a python.  He had a big sack of nuts that languidly draped over the space between his front and back ends.

“Fuckin nice dick,” I said, stroking it up and down, admiring it for the pure piece of beauty that it was.  It felt good to give him an honest compliment after all those strained attempts at mathematics.  Nick moved his hands up under his shirt, feeling his chest and tweaking his nipples.  “Take it off,” I said, helping him to pull his shirt over his head.  And so I had him completely naked, his hairy chest and rounded midsection looming over me, his dick like a monolith towering in front of my face.

I couldn’t help a little moan of satisfaction as I went down on him.  Nick involuntarily jerked upwards, sending his cock back into my throat.  It slid so easily back there.  Again and again, I slurped his cock all the way down to the root, and it was strangely effortless for such a big dick.  But I guess I was hungry.

Nick had his eyes closed, his head laid back and facing the ceiling.  Then he opened his eyes, took my head in his big hands and thrust his hips in and out, mindlessly fucking my throat.  I felt like I could have been a sheep or a cherry pie.  All Nick knew was that he had his dick in something warm and suction-y, and he was good to go.

I licked and sucked up his sweaty nuts, my tongue venturing to the surprisingly smooth space underneath.  I let his cock rest against my face, then ran my tongue up the side of it.  I kept going – trailing my tongue along his salty stomach and the smooth sides of his chest, finally closing my mouth around his neck.  I found his lips and sucked on those too, and Nick kissed back, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth.  It made my knees weak, it did.

When I came off and looked him in the face, Nick seemed a little addled.  Confused.

“Are you gay?” he said.


“Cause you don’t, like, talk like a lady or nothing.”

“Huh,” I said, sitting back on my feet.  “No, I guess I don’t.  I just…enjoy doing this for guys sometimes.”

“Okay,” he said, apparently willing to accept that explanation for the time being.  His dick still throbbed against his stomach.  I took it in my hand.

“Have you ever had your ass ate?” I asked.


“Stand up.  Brace yourself against the chair.”  His back was broad and muscular, with a smattering of hair on his lats.  And, sweet Jesus, his ass.  It was incredible – huge and firm, covered in a dusting of hair.  He arched his back, spreading open his cheeks to reveal a lightly hairy crack and a dank pinkish-purplish butthole.

“Brace yourself,” I said again, and dove in.  I buried my face in that butt, tonguing up and down his crack, squirming my tongue against that tight yet relaxed hole and jamming it inside.  Nick seemed taken aback at first, but he quickly adjusted, holding firmly onto the chair, which allowed me to push my whole face against his ass.  He was moaning, and from the way his asshole squinched and tightened I could tell he was still rock hard.  I took his cock in my hand and stroked him as I ate him out.

“You like it?” I asked.  It was an easy question; we both knew the answer.

“Uh huh,” he grunted.  It occurred to me that Nick wasn’t wired to think about complex things – he was an animal only programmed to react to external stimuli as best he could.

“Say, ‘Eat my fuckin ass.’”

“Oh, eat my fuckin ass.”

“Shit man, I want you inside me,” I said.  And from the look back he shot me I could tell that’d require some guidance.

I led him back into the kitchen, then ran and grabbed some rubbers from my nightstand.  “I want you to fuck my butt, man,” I said, stripping off my clothes.  I swept the books aside and laid back on the kitchen table, drawing my legs up to my chest and showing him my smooth and ready hole.  I’ve got a pretty sexy body – lithe and smooth and well taken care of, not that Nick necessarily noticed or cared.

But maybe he’d never fucked anyone in the ass before, because for a moment he just stood there, his dick hanging out in front of him like a truncheon, his puzzled eyes on me lying on the table.

“C’mere,” I said, and leaned forward, grabbing him by the cock and bringing him close to me.  I took the bottle of lube and slicked up his dick.  That he understood; he started fucking my fist like it was a reflex.  I lifted up my legs again and brought a dollop of lube to my butthole.  Now he was getting it.  I grabbed hold of his hips and positioned him at the entrance to my ass

“Go easy,” I said, knowing that it was falling on deaf ears.  Once his dick was against me, the blunt head of him getting massaged and drawn in by my tight, pulsing asshole, he was gone.  He sunk that fucking thing all the way inside me, inch by fat inch, until his balls were pressed tight against my ass.

“Uhhhh,” he moaned, looking me in the eyes as he inched right back out.  I was struggling a bit – it wasn’t often I got a ride on a dick of Nick’s size – and though he wasn’t ramming it in, he wasn’t being particularly gentle.  He was a stud jock with his cock in a nice, tight hole, and both of us knew how good that could feel.

It didn’t take long for the discomfort to pass.  And when all was said, Nick was a pretty amazing lover.  He fucked me with clean, even strokes; slow and steady but never timid or unsure.  His cock felt incredible inside me, sending me to a place beyond thought or control.  All I could do was let the sensation of it wash over me, and I wondered if this was how Nick felt day to day – just feeling, not thinking.  It wasn’t such a bad thing.

Nick was tweaking his nipples, watching his fat dick sink in and out of my tight butt.  I reached up and brought him down to me.  His mouth found mine and we made out as he continued to luxuriously split me in two.  He started to pay a little more attention to me, almost like the thrusting relaxed him and freed his mind to explore my body a little.  By now it was obvious that I was the first guy he’d ever messed around with.  He felt my smooth chest with his big hands, feeling down my stomach and even grabbing my cock for a few tentative strokes.

But I was too close to the edge for even that, and I knocked his hand away.  He grabbed me by the waist then, and I’m sure we looked like what you’d have seen if King Kong had fucked that blond chick.  He was a beast, a fucking machine, but he worked me over with a certain savage grace that had me panting.

“Shit man, I want you to cum all over my face,” I said.  He processed this immediately, sliding out of me and ripping off the rubber.  I slid down off the table and got under him, feeling up his tree-trunk thighs, running my hands to the twin boulders of his ass and drawing my fingers in his crack.  With my other hand I stroked my dick, acutely aware of the well-fucked feeling in my ass.  Nick’s breathing was so modulated, his body working in perfect harmony to bring himself to orgasm.  I pressed my finger to his butthole, and slowly slipped it inside.

His mouth dropped open.  His eyes shut tight, his forehead crinkled up.  In a matter of seconds he was shooting a heavy jet of cream that splattered across my face like paint on a Pollock canvas.  I lost it then too, my cum spurting up like a fountain out of the top of my fist and landing in between his big feet.  Nick grabbed my head and held me steady; the next shot went right into my mouth.  I opened up for him, taking more of his cream on my tongue.  With each shot, his butthole tightened around my finger.

“Fuh…fuh,” he grunted, looking down to see his dick spew in and on my face.  When he’d shot all he could, he leaned back against the wall, running his hands over his body, basking in his orgasm.

I grabbed a towel and cleaned him up.  I sopped up his dick and ball sweat, along with the lube and cum that still dripped from his floppy cock.  He lifted each arm dutifully, and I soaked up his underarm sweat.  That towel went unwashed for a good week or so afterward.

“Thanks, man,” he said to me.  And I thought, too much.

“Should we get back to work?” I suggested.

“Guess so,” he said, shrugging.

“You don’t have to put your clothes on…I mean, not if you don’t want to.”  The lovable oaf just smirked at me and put on his shorts.  I don’t think I could’ve focused on the material anyway.

We hit the books again.  It took another hour or so, but by the time night fell Nick was starting to get it.  It was pretty cool to watch his eyes light up, his obvious relief when it started to make some sense.

He thanked me again on the way out, and of course I thanked him right back.

“I’ll see you in class, and we’ll set a date for when you can come up again,” I said.

“To study,” Nick said, giving me that sly look again.

“What else?”  I replied.  Nick reached around me and grabbed my ass.  He gave me a quick peck on the lips.

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” he said, and I swooned a little, watching his muscular butt bounce as he walked to his car.  If nothing else, Nick had copious expertise in the subject of turning me on.  I was ready for him to teach me a thing or two.