Versatility on the Court

Versatility on the CourtMatt Wenzel was awakened by the sound of his live-in girlfriend rustling through her drawer. ?Babe,? he yawned. ?Just turn on the light.? He rolled back over and pulled the covers over his head. He desperately wanted a couple more hours of sleep. The 32 year-old corporate budget analyst had stayed up later than he?d intended last night fucking the petite chick. They had gone out with a cousin of hers and the lady?s new beau. They got home well after eleven. But Ms. Katherine D'Angelo was a flight attendant and heading out the next morning for a four day trip. He always liked to break her off some of A-plus cock before she flew out. And the five-eleven, athletically built guy with ash brown hair and bright blue eyes did just that.?Oh, Matt,? she screamed. ?Fuck that pussy!??You like this cock, baby???Oh yeah! I love it!??Can I stick in your ass??A sigh. She went limp. ?I guess.??Forget it, babe!? He continued pumping. He served it up as she dug her nails into his back. Though he had a sedentary job, he stayed in shape by playing adult rec league basketball pretty much year-round. ?Oh fuck! I?m gonna nut, babe!??Pull out,? she hissed.?Ahhhhhhhhh!? He shot it on her stomach. He looked at his art work and at her pert breasts heaving. He moved down low and ate her out. He wanted her to cum too. And hard. He flicked her clit with his tongue and massaged her thighs. It took a full eight minutes before she orgasmed. It was a flood of juice. Happy with himself, he retrieved a washcloth to clean her up. Then he changed the sheets. After he tossed them in the washing machine, he remade the bed while she showered. He went to grab a beer. And one turned into three. Now, his head was banging. ?Bye, hun,? she called out as she switched off the light. He mumbled something back to her. Though no human ear would have been able to clearly determine what he actually said.He woke up 90 minutes later with the alarm and slugged to the shower.He went about his day at work with the usual. There were a couple more meetings than usual today, but it wasn?t bad. He took time every now and then to check his Grindr app. Since Katherine was away, he would take the opportunity to get some boipussy. He messaged back and forth with a few potential candidates, but he knew folks were subject to flake.That evening, he got home and threw a chicken breast sprinkled with lemon pepper seasoning on the George Foreman grill. He put a steam bag of broccoli in the microwave and waited for dinner to be ready. He opened a bottle of beer and checked the app. Just as the chicken was done, he got a hit from a tall, relatively fit dude.Matt started eating as he messaged back and forth. He liked the ass and cock pic this blond dude had. They went through the particulars. The guest was six-two and 170 pounds. Power bottom. Tight ass. Seven inch cock. He didn?t mind oral. Matt gave the address and told him to arrive in an hour. He grabbed another beer.?Come on in,? he answered the door.?Hey, man! I?m Jamie!??Marc,? he lied because he assumed Jamie was too.?Nice place.??Thanks! You from outta town???Yeah! Just here for a conference.??Nice.?Matt noted a wedding band on the good looking man?s finger. But, that was not his concern. He showed Jamie to the secondary bathroom in case he needed to get ready.?I?m good to go now,? the trim guy shared.?Great, dude! Want a beer or anything???That?d be great!?They cracked open a couple before going to the guest bedroom and getting down to business. They got on the bed and sucked one another in the 69 halkalı escort position. Matt enjoyed the feeling of Jamie?s rod in his mouth. He gobbled it like a pro. And it truly was seven inches. Average girth. But it tasted delicious. It was a thrill that Katherine could not give him.?Oh, man,? growled Jamie. ?That feels amazing! I really want you to fuck me.? He pulled out some poppers and inhaled. He offered the vial to his host. Matt inhaled a great deal and dove down to eat Jamie?s hole.Matt came up for air and motioned for more of the inhalant. He lubed up his 6½-inch-by-5-inch prick and climbed atop Jamie?s back. He stuck it in and felt the bottom quiver. Then, the slut yelped. ?How?s that cock feel, bitch,? he inquired.?Great, man! Fuck me! Don?t hold back!??You got it!?Matt began jackhammering.?Ah! Fuck yeah, man! Fuck my man pussy!??Yeah! Give me that man pussy,? Matt roared.?I love it!??Your hole is tight!??Yeah, bro! Fuck me!??Damn! Take this cock!??Give me that big cock! I fucking love it, dude!??Oh yeah, man! Take it!??Yes, sir!?Matt grabbed a handful of the man?s plush blond hair that set on the crown of his head. He pulled his up from the mattress and told him, ?You?re my fag bitch!??That?s right, man! Fuck me!?They went on fucking and sniffing poppers for about half an hour until they had both nutted. They shared another beer and chatted briefly about sports.Matt wished him well. Then, he straightened up the guest room to leave no evidence of his rendezvous. He placed a call to Katherine to tell her goodnight. He showered and went to bed.The next day was Thursday. He got up pretty early and went for a quick jog. After drinking a smoothie, he showered and got ready for work. While sitting on the train, he fired off a text to his buddy Mahmood.-You?re playing tonight. Right?-Absolutely.-K?s outta town. Wanna have a beer after the game?-Have to check with gf. But sure yeah.-Let me know. I need to replenish.-Will do.Mahmood and Matt played on the same team. Their roster had nine guys on it aged 29 to 38. Each of them had played some ball in college so they were pretty good. But, that was not uncommon for the other teams in the league either. The competition was fierce and the men took it fairly seriously. They had fun too.Both Matt and Mahmood had played D-Three. Matt was a shooting guard for the Wasps at Emory