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his devilish smile and sly tongue most guys ate it up, or dropped to their knees and sucked it up. I waited for him to thrust his hips up and I pushed myself forward so I could get my knees on his shoulders. As I did that, I reached behind me with my right arm and hooked it around his thigh under his knee. I watched the smirk fade from his face as he realized I was about to pin him. He tried to struggle, but I already had his leg in a firm grip, and my knees were pressing his shoulders into the mat.
    He gave up struggling after a few seconds and just looked at me. “Guess you win. Better go grab the lube and condoms above the dryer before you claim your prize.” I just nodded before getting up and walking across the room to get the supplies. When I turned back around, Striker was on his knees with his face on the mat, his ass in the air. He had removed his white shorts but remained in his jock. His knees were far enough apart I could see my prize. I wanted to rush over and dive into that sweet ass, but made myself go slowly. I wanted Striker to think I was in control even though I knew if he ordered me to do something, I’d do whatever the hell he wanted.
    Kneeling behind him, I put my hands on his firm ass cheeks and started squeezing. Like a target, the jocks waistband and the straps around each thigh framed his ass perfectly, leaving his hole in the center waiting to be fucked. I leaned in with my mouth open and gently nipped at his left cheek. He moaned and I bit his other cheek but much harder, just let my teeth sink in, not hard enough to break the skin, just hard enough to leave my mark. I loved the taste of his skin, salty from sweating but it was a clean manly sweat. It even smelled delicious. I used my tongue and slowly licked my way up to his lower back.
    “Please,” Striker moaned, “fuck me already.”
    “You know for as enthusiastic as you were to fuck me, you sure are an eager bottom.”
    “I'm just a horny bastard. I love to drive, but I am just as happy to go along for the ride.” He wiggled his sexy ass at me again. “Shut up and get to fucking.”
    “No,” I said firmly, “I will decide when or if I fuck you.” I wasn’t sure when I got myself back under control, but I was planning to keep it that way. “Suck me,” I ordered as I stood back up. I was pleased when Striker immediately pushed himself up onto his knees. He turned to face me and quickly pulled my shorts down around my ankles, leaving me in my black jockstrap. Leaning forward, he put his mouth over the head of my covered cock. He continued sucking my hard cock through my jock while he glided his hands over the back of my legs working his way up until he was cupping my ass.
    I let out a gasp when he gripped my ass hard and pulled my crotch tight to his face as he moved his lips from the head of my cock down the shaft. He was wild and uninhibited, he knew what he was doing and loving every second. When he started sucking my balls through my jock, my knees almost gave out, it was too much. I put my hand on the side of his head, and pulled him off. He looked up at me and cocked his head a little to the side. I could tell he wanted to know why I stopped him.
    “I said suck me, not tease me.” I pulled down the waistband of my jock, hooking it below my balls and pushing them forward. I grabbed my dick by the base and pointed it at Striker’s eager mouth. “Now suck it while I decide if I’m going to come down your throat or up your ass.”
    Striker leaned forward and inhaled my cock, taking it all the way in until his lips met my fingers. I moved my hand and he swallowed the remaining couple of inches. His chin pushed my balls back against my jock, the pressure on my balls felt amazing. He rubbed his nose in my pubic hair before looking up at me. He slowly pulled my cock out of his mouth before swallowing it whole again. He closed his eyes and started sucking up and down; Striker sucked cock like he was suffocating and his only