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While I was earning a degree in Mass Communication, I had a part time job in the University’s athletic department.  I did public relations work and wrote press releases.  The side benefit to the job was that I got to meet some very handsome and sexy male student athletes.  Once in a while I was assigned very stimulating work.  One time extra personnel was needed to help with the physical exams of the athletes.  I was given a clip board and the task of recording the height and weight of our college men.  There was well over 100 guys in just boxers or briefs waiting in line for me to take their measurements. The university even provided me with a white lab coat that made me look very official. I admit that was the best job I ever had but little did I know it would soon get much better.        When I did the measurements of the boxers and wrestlers, I found that they wanted a very exact record of weight since they competed in weight categories.  All of them shed their underwear when they got on the scale. I tried to act like I did this routinely but my breathing became somewhat labored as I worked with a parade of naked men.  The guy that really took my breath away was a Latino boxer named Sal.  He was handsome, sexy, uncut and yes beautiful.  I could not take my eyes off him.  His body was a testament to the many hours he must have spent in the gym.  His butt was as firm and hard as my cock was becoming.   I was thankful for the lab coat because it hid my hardon.           One Friday night as I was about to leave work and head back to my apartment, I was called to the office of the Athletic Director.   “Can I ask a big favor of you” he said to me.  I nodded yes.  One of our boxing trainers called in sick and I need someone to take care of one of our VIP boxers after a match that just started in the field house.  I asked which one.  “It’s Salvador”.  When I heard his name my heart skipped a beat.  Sal was the most handsome man in the department and probably the sexist man in the entire university.  The 5' 9 Latino had a perfect body.  The department called him a Very Important Person because he brought fame to the university.   He was a VIP to me also.  I saw him naked once when I was walking through the locker room and again when I took his measurements.   VIP could also mean Very Important Penis.         When I got to the gym, Sal only had a few minutes left of his match which he was winning. I stood behind his corner with a water bottle and a towel.  When the match was over I was to escort Sal back to the training room, help his off with his gear, and be sure he had anything he might need.  This would include towels for his shower.   I was to apply ice to any swelling and massage any sore muscles.   He wore blue boxing gloves which matched his head gear and shorts.           Sal won the match as expected but looked totally exhausted.  I parted the ropes so he could dismount the ring and handed him a towel.  His beautiful brown skin was aglow with sweat. He put his massive arm around my shoulder as we walked slowly to his private training room. When we arrived at our destination, I held the water to Sal lips.  He took a large swig of water, swirled it around in his mouth, and spat it on the floor.  VIPs are allowed to spit on the floor.          I never helped a boxer undress before and did not realize I should have taken off the gloves first. He looked a little surprised when I pulled his shorts off first.   He stepped out of them.  He was wearing a huge supporter, his gloves, and head gear.   I removed the headgear next.  Sal said he felt a little faint so I eased him on to the training table.  “I need to rest for a few minutes”, exclaimed the beautiful but manly boxer.” “ That bout really drained me.”    I unlaced Sal’s gloves and freed his strong hands.  Salvador lay on the table spent and almost naked.             “Can you slide my jock off?”   “It’s really binding my cock and balls.”  He also asked me to lock the training room door.  I figured he just wanted his privacy.  It took several tugs of his jock to free the supporter.  Sal pulled his ass up in the air to assist me in the procedure. Sal asked me to towel him off and to massage him.  “Wipe down my groin, its hot and sticky” Sal commanded.   I cupped his hairless genitals in a soft white towel and carefully cleaned them.   Sal started to get an erection at once.           “Boxing makes me so horny” Sal related.   “I guess the AD told you to make me comfortable?”   I nodded yes.  “Lube up your hand and jack me off” Sal ordered.   “What”, I said not believing what I heard.   “My trainer always jacks me off after a match to relieve tension”.  I poured lube over Sal’s dick and my hand and slowly stroked the growing cock.  “Harder” explained the boxer. His penis grew from three inches to eight inches in seconds.  His balls tightened and he moaned.  “I need to cum, make me cum”, Sal yelled out.  I was about to apply a second coat of lube when Sal said, “Suck me!”   Sal parted his brawny legs so I would have better access. I took his hardon in my mouth and bathed it in my warm saliva. Sal was now totally under my control. I felt powerful. This big hulk of a man needed me to get him  Off.   I sucked him for a while and then gave him a hand job. I ran my tongue back and forth over his huge dick.        Sal’s cock was rock hard as I massaged his ass hole with my finger.  His hole seemed to be small for just a big guy when I first started but under my probing and massage opened enough to admit a large penis.   I pushed two of my fingers deep into his ass.  His body shook as he moaned with pleasure.  I sucked him some more and licked the heard of his crimson cockhead and played with his foreskin   He yelled out and then unloaded in two mighty busts of cum over my face.  His dick was still leaking cum as he walked into the shower where he played with himself.              I watched him shower for twenty minutes and then I toweled him off.   He pulled on a pair of white briefs and then sat down and massaged his nipples for a while. When I walked to the door to leave Sal asked to me come back for a second.   He turned around... pulled down his Calvin’s and asked me if I thought he had a pretty ass.  “You have a beautiful ass”, I answered.   Sal looked over at me and said, “You did well I will be wanting you in my corner for my next match. He then planted a full kiss with tongue to my quivering lips.   The End.  More to Cum or how I got interested in College boxing.  

A. J.’s cock was fully erect as he sat mounted on the two thousand pound bull awaiting his eight second ride to glory.   His hardon unrestrained by underwear rubbed against his tight jeans. He never wore underwear because he loved to have his cock constantly stimulated.  A. J. considered bull riding to be the perfect profession for him.  He craved being in the spotlight while experiencing the feel of a powerful beast between his legs.          Bull riding was an expression of his maleness.  The adrenalin which coursed through his veins made every inch of his body tingle.   A. J. felt the same sexual euphoria riding a wild bull as he did fucking a 160 pound man.      The 5 foot 7 inch cowboy entered the gay strip bar with sex on his mind.  It was just his nature to seek out what gave him pleasure. What gave A J excitement was to have his 8 inch cock hard..  He was dressed in a black western shirt which was adorned by an embroidered red bull. His jeans were cut to emphasize his package and bubble butt.  Fancy black leather cowboy boots with his engraved initials added two inches to his height.         A. J. gazed around the room of male nude dancers and customers looking for someone that might interest him. Before he found a target of opportunity, a blonde hunk of a man approached and whispered something in his ear. A. J. had a new tattoo and the guy wanted to see it.  A.J. dropped his jeans to his knees and showed the red bull on his inner thigh. The blonde admired the skin art for a few seconds but was more taken by the exposed semi-erect penis next to it.  A. J. allowed the handsome stranger to stroke his cock and get an idea what it looked like excited..  He smiled with an inner glow of acceptance while he pulled his up his pants and continued to walk around the club looking for someone else to admire his body.      Watching the male nudes dance on the bar and stage was making A. J. hard again. He wondered if being a male dancer in a strip club would be as exciting as bull riding.  He had a beer and then another as he considered his options for the rest of the night.  Soon the blonde sat down at A. J.’s table.  “My name is Justin can I buy you a beer”?  A. J. nodded yes and started what would become over an hour long chat.  “Say how did you know about the bull tattoo have we met before?”, asked A. J.  “No this is my first visit to this place I am here from out of town, someone told me at the bar that when I see a handsome cowboy enter the club I should ask about the bull”.   “Well what do you think of it?”   “It’s great but your cock is even more impressive”.   A. J. leaned back in his chair and blushed for a second.   Justin told A. J. he was into cowboys and Western gear.  A. J. regaled Justin with stories of the rodeo, cowboys, and bull riding.        “About a year ago” he told Justin.  “I won second prize in a Las Vegas rodeo bull riding”.  “The prize was $1,500".   “I found two male dancers along the strip and we visited about six bars before ending up at my hotel room in the Palms”. “ One of the guys was so horny he got naked in the elevator and put his hand down my jeans”. “The three of us had sex all night”.  “We did it in the shower, the hot tub and even the king sized bed.”  “ I fucked the handsome pair one at a time.”   “They poured champagne over my cock and balls” “The two spend over an hour licking it off and giving me the best blow job of my life.”  “By morning I had a sore dick, a terrible hangover, and $5.00 left of the prize money in my jeans but I had a hell of good time.”      Justin asked A.J. if he would like to follow him back to his motel and in seconds both of them headed for something they both wanted.  A. J. unloaded some of his gear and followed Justin to his room and directly into the bathroom.  After a long piss he got ready for a little model rodeo.  He emerged from the bathroom dressed for the part.  He wore a ten gallon black Stetson, a pair of red leather chaps, cowboy boots, and nothing else.  Justin had stripped to a pair of form fitting white briefs which strained with his erection when he saw A.J.   The cowboy was hard and ready for action.  Justin fell to his knees and licked A. J.’s red bull and then his manhood.       Justin took all 8 inches of A. J.’s engorged penis into his lusting mouth   Justin was  bombarded with an intoxicating variety of aromas which sent him into a sexual frenzy.  Justin’s cheek brushed again the leather of the manly smelling chaps as his nostrils begged for more.  The smell of A.J. musk and sweat permeated the room.  A.J. loved a good blow job and Justin showed he knew what he was doing to pleasure the horny cowboy as he worked his way up and down on the stiff member.  A.J. ordered Justin to stand when he noticed Justin’s briefs were stained with precum.  A. J. pulled the underwear down and told Justin to turn around and to get on his hands and knees on the edge of the king sized bed.  When Justin hesitated a moment,   A. J. delivered a slap to Justin’s ass.  It was A.J.’s way of showing he was going to be in charge.      The blow sent an electric charge through Justin’s buttocks as he prepared himself for the main event of this bedroom rodeo. The cowboy lubricated his finger and pushed deep into Justin’s ass hole.  Justin groaned with discomfort until A.J. found and massaged the prostate.   A.J. unbuckled his chaps dropped them to the floor and kicked off his boots and exclaimed “Get ready for the ride of your life partner as he drove his hot dick up Justin’s willing ass.  He held Justin by the waist with one hand and lifted his Stetson high in the air.   “Yahoo you have a tight ass”.    “Yahoo, Yahoo”.   “Buck for me bitch”.   Justin moaned and moved his butt higher into the air with the help of A.J.   “Fuck me....fuck me”, Justin cried.”  “I’m going to ride you like a K-Mart pony”.   The bed was vibrating with such force it sent a lamp crashing to the floor off the night stand.       A.J. had a flashback of the rankest bull he ever rode.   He pushed his cock forward as Justin rocked back and forth.  A.J. pulled out at the last possible moment ripped off the condom and shot his load from Justin’s back to his neck.   Justin fell on the bed almost exhausted. A. J. still dripping cum rolled Justin on his back and grabbed his partners erect dick in his hand.   A.J. pushed the penis back and forth until it shot cum like “Old Faithful”.   The duo collapsed in each other arms and had dreams of happy trails.  The End.