The thing about Randy and me, he was the first best buddy I ever had. Maybe he was the only best buddy I ever had. We were in the same class at school, played in Little League together—he was the star of the team, of course—slept over at each other’s houses and did everything we could to spend as much time as possible together. He was the most important person in my world. Looking back, I guess I had one of those crushes on him that prepubescent boys always get on their best buddies. I felt truly attached to him, and although I never thought in those terms back then, I can say now that I loved him with all my young heart.
And then when we were eleven, his family moved away. It was the first big shock of my life. I was so fucking heartbroken. It was like I was losing a part of me. My buddy, my best friend, was moving across the country and I’d never see him again. It felt like my world had come to an end.
Of course I went on and made other friends in junior high, in high school and in college, and there were moments when it felt like we were really very close. But they were only moments. It was nothing compared to the pure, complete friendship I’d had with Randy. He’d been my first true friend, the first person I’d ever really clicked with and felt in tune with, and he’d always made me feel like there was something good and special between us. That part of my life was over now, and I knew I wouldn’t have quite the same kind of friendship with anyone ever again.
But there I was one weekday night kicking back at my apartment, four years out of college and a million out of Little League, and the phone rang, and it was Randy. He said he was in town to see his grandmother, and wanted to know if I was free on Friday night. I just about fell out of my chair. When I could speak again I told him sure, he could stop by my place and we’d go out for dinner and some beers and catch up on old times.
It’s funny, but I was as nervous as if I was going on a blind date. As kids we’d known each other inside and out but that was fifteen years ago. If he hadn’t told me who it was, I wouldn’t even have recognized his voice on the phone. I guess I was a little afraid he wouldn’t measure up to all those childhood memories I had, or that maybe I wouldn’t measure up to his. As the clock headed toward seven on Friday night I was on pins and needles waiting for him to show.
And, right on time, there was a knock at the door. And I opened it and took a look at the guy on my doorstep, and all I could say to myself was, Holy Crap!
Randy, my old best buddy, had grown into a world class stud. I looked him over hardly able to believe my eyes. Here was a guy with a classic Greek god body—big and muscular, lean and ripped, wearing a T-shirt that stretched snugly across a broad chest and beefy deltoids, exposing a pair of biceps that seemed to be forged out of steel. His well-worn jeans hung loose at his waist but bulged in the thighs to accommodate a thick set of quads. I looked him up and down two or three times before finally meeting those familiar blue eyes, and recognizing his tangle of dark brown, almost-black hair, and that same old cockeyed smile spread across his now-chiseled jaw. To tell the truth he really hadn’t grown much taller than me, but the figure he cut just somehow seemed bigger than life.
“So,” he said, grinning, “can I come in?”
“Sure!” I grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze, pulled him into my apartment. “God damn! It’s good to see you!”
“Yeah, same for sure! It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”
“Too long. Jesus, Randy, I couldn’t believe it when you called.”
“Uh, I go by Randall now.”
“Oh. So… is that what you want me to call you? Randall? Or Randy?”
He thought it over for a minute, and then gave me the most heartwarming smile I’d ever seen.
“Randy.”
We grinned at each other and moved into the living room. I got us a couple beers and we both plopped down on the couch and started slowly bringing each other up to speed on what we’d each been doing all those years. In no time I felt like we were kids again, hanging out together after school talking about baseball and sharing our every thought without the least bit of reservation or self-consciousness. It was great just to be with him again, to be in the same room seeing those bright eyes and killer smile, all for me just like in the old days. To be honest I was dying for something to eat and I’m sure he must have been hungry too but before we went out for dinner I just wanted to have him to myself a little longer.
“Looks like you’ve kept yourself in good shape,” he said.
“Yeah, I ran cross country in school. Still get out and do road races. I bring home a medal every now and again.”
“It shows.” He looked me over and I flexed a bit, proud that my buddy was impressed.
“So, did you keep up with baseball?” It was a stupid thing to say; I was acting like we were still back in Little League.
“Yeah, I played on my college team and even spent one season in the minors.”
“Oh, wow! That’s great!”
“Ahh, it’s no big deal. It was only Single-A. And I ended up getting cut from the team.”
“Doesn’t matter. You got paid for playing ball. You were a professional athlete. That’s a lot more than most of us can say.”
Randy smiled broadly. “You always were my biggest fan.” He reached out and slid his arm around my shoulders, and I instinctively shied away.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing, just… didn’t expect it, that’s all.”
“I don’t know why. We used to walk down the hall with our arms around each other’s shoulders all the time back in grade school, remember?”
“Yeah, when we were eight. We’re grown up now.”
“Doesn’t make a difference.” He hooked his elbow around the back of my neck and held me tightly in a near-headlock. “If I want to put my arm around my buddy’s shoulders, I’m gonna put my arm around his shoulders. And if I want to give my buddy a hug, I’m gonna give him a hug. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“I want to give my buddy a hug now.”
I looked into his eyes. They were wide and honest and absolutely serious.
“Okay…”
He smiled and leaned in close, and put his arms around me. I held onto the guy and felt his muscular body pressed against mine, and it felt good. It was comfortable as all hell, being held in the arms of my old buddy, this muscle stud who’d somehow shown up in my living room. I closed my eyes and squeezed him and felt my heart pounding, felt his day-old stubble scrape against my cheek and squeezed him even harder, felt him shift, opened my eyes and for a moment stared directly into his, and then without a word he mashed his lips against mine and started kissing me.
God, I had no idea what to do. I didn’t know if I should shove him away or dive right in and give him a good macking. I couldn’t pretend to be a prude about it—I’d fooled around with guys a couple times in college. But it had never felt right to me. It always felt like there was something missing. Same as all the girls I’d ever been with, it always felt like there was something else I needed, something nobody could give me, something nobody could satisfy and nobody understood and nobody would ever make right except…
Randy.
A wave of emotion swept over me and I tightened my hold on him and eagerly kissed him back, amazed by the sensation of making out with such a gorgeous stud, and the realization that this was actually happening to me with the one guy I’d longed for since childhood. He shoved his tongue into my mouth thick and strong searching for mine—my God, was there any part of the guy that wasn’t muscle? And I pushed mine against his, wrestling and teasing and lapping and licking and tasting, making my whole body feel energized and alive and hungry for him all over. We backed off from each other just far enough to gaze a moment into each other’s eyes, and more than anything else I knew I needed to feel his bare skin against me.
I pulled at his T-shirt, he raised his arms and let me peel it off—the sight of that incredible body left me breathless—and then he did the same for me, and we clinched together again, and I felt those smooth beefy muscles pressed against my lean body as we made out desperately, our skins so hot we were already beading up with sweat. He kissed my neck, my chest, licked and nibbled at my nipples, and I wrapped my arms around his head and shoulders loving every minute of it. Before long I felt him pulling at my belt, unbuckling it and drawing it slowly out through the loops, and then unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. His hand slipped into my boxers and his fingers ran through my bush. My cock was so hard I thought I’d blow my load right then and there.
“Stand up,” he said, pushing back from me. I scrambled to my feet, leaning on his shoulder for support, and stood facing him.
Randy slowly peeled my jeans down to my knees, his strong hands gliding over my ass cheeks and my hams, lingering on every curve. Then he slid both hands up the front of my quads and into the leg holes of my boxers, gently feeling up my crotch and ball sack and all the sensitive areas of my pelvis, and my stiffened meat.
“Man,” he said, “you’re running out of room in here. We gotta get these off you.”
“You too,” I said. “Let’s get those jeans off. I wouldn’t want you to overheat.”
We grinned at each other and both started fumbling with shoelaces, kicking off our sneakers and pulling off socks. I dropped my pants and slid out of my boxers and sat proud and naked on the couch beside him, and when he stood and started working on his belt I grabbed his hand.
“Randy, wait. Let me.”
He stood with his crotch just inches from my face grinning at me as I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled the zipper slowly down over a thick hard bulge that stretched the denim tight. I peeled his jeans off a little at a time, running my hands over those muscular legs from his ass all the way down to his ankles, and left him standing before me in a pair of tight briefs that strained against the outline of a perfect thick hard eight-inch cock, with a nickel-sized wet spot right at the tip.
I ran my hands over his quads again, leaned in and kissed his inner thighs and then began mouthing his balls and cock through the soft cotton. He moaned long and low in obvious pleasure as I ran my lips over the head of his cock and then sucked at the wet cotton for my first taste of Randy’s precum, salty and creamy and sweet. Then I slid my fingers into the waistband of his briefs and gently peeled them down, exposing his thick veiny cock inch by inch dabbing at it here and there with my tongue as I went, sliding them over his meaty ass cheeks and down to his ankles and off completely.
I glanced up at him and our eyes met, and I smiled and opened wide and took his meat into my mouth. His whole body shuddered as I sucked him in and his breath became forceful and deep. I slid my lips and tongue over his shaft, in and out, stroking with a sweaty hand the last few inches that wouldn’t fit into my mouth. Randy moaned and every once in a while made little whimpering sounds that told me I was hitting the right spots. I sucked and sucked at his meat, loving the idea that I was giving my buddy such pleasure. Then he put his hands on my shoulders and gently pulled his cock from my lips.
“Wait, man. Let’s get you in on this too.”
Randy plopped down onto the couch and rolled over on his back, and positioned me on top of him so we were head-to-crotch. I took his cock eagerly into my mouth and began to work him as I had before, and felt my own meat enter his mouth, warm and wet. It felt so fucking wonderful to be sucking my buddy’s cock as he sucked mine, every move I made on him reflected by the equal pleasure he was giving me. I strained to push his cock deeper and deeper into my throat, and he squirmed and moaned and sucked me until I was leaking freely. I thought I’d blow my load at any second, but he sensed my urgency and slowed his pace, and then slid my cock from his lips. We untangled ourselves and sat up side by side.
“Not yet, stud. We have a little more to do.”
“But this is so goddamn good…”
“I know. But it’ll get even better, I promise.” He leaned in close and whispered in my ear. “I want you to fuck me.”
I couldn’t have heard him right. “Seriously?”
“Uh huh.” I looked into his eyes and nearly melted on the spot. “It’s what I’ve always wanted. It’s what I need. Fuck me, bro.”
I stood up, so overwhelmed I was a little dizzy, and led him into my bedroom. He pulled down the covers of the bed and sprawled onto the mattress while I grabbed a condom and a bottle of lotion. And then we were in bed together wrestling and making out again, his gorgeous naked body all over me, his muscles hard and firm and gentle and quivering every once in a while with sheer arousal as I licked and stroked and massaged him, and reached around his beautiful ass cheeks to run my fingers along his crack and probe into his soft hole, preparing both of us for the pleasure that was yet to come.
He rolled over onto all fours and thrust his ass out to me, begging me to take him. I fingered him with one hand while I fumbled with the condom, then just as I was smearing the lotion on I couldn’t help myself, I leaned in and gave his ass crack a nice long lick. Randy squirmed and quivered and let out a loud moan. I wanted more than anything to drive that stud wild, so I dove in and started licking his pucker, and slipping my tongue into his hole. He yelped and moaned and whimpered, and finally shouted at me in a commanding but desperate voice.
“God damn it man, fuck me! Fuck me NOW!”
I didn’t need any more encouragement than that. I moved in behind and mounted him, pressing my cock head to his pucker. His hole opened for me eagerly and I pushed my head in slowly and then slid my cock inside him, as Randy grunted and shook and cried out to me, “Yeah man! Yeah! Get that hot cock in me!”
Randy’s body quaked with pleasure as I began to pump him slow and steady. I still could hardly believe it was for real. I watched his muscles flex and tense and relax as I drove my cock deep inside him and drew it back; I felt his ripped body beneath me, wrapped up tight in my arms as I began to thrust in harder and faster; I heard his grunts and moans, heard his breath catch in his throat, his pleading whimpers as I strained to give my buddy the fucking he was begging for, the fucking he deserved.
We rolled over on our sides and Randy propped his leg up while I still pounded him from behind, all the while blurting out “Yes! Oh Yeah! Fuck me harder!” His whole amazing body seemed to respond to every thrust, and soon he was bucking and thrashing and begging for release. I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. I reached around and jacked his massive cock while I plowed into him with all my strength, and suddenly he erupted in shudders and his cock exploded in my hand with long gushing spurts of hot cream. That was it for me. My own cock burst forth in the most incredible orgasm of my life, and poured my fluids into him in spasm after spasm that seemed to last whole minutes, until both of us were drained and exhausted and content.
Randy turned to me and put his strong arms around me and held me in a way that left no doubt that he was mine and I was truly his. We lay there tangled in each other, enjoying the feeling of being bonded to each other a long, long time before he softly spoke.
“Man, I’m so glad I tracked you down again. I almost didn’t call you; I was so afraid.”
“You were? Afraid of what?”
“Well, afraid that when we met it wouldn’t be the same as when we were kids.”
“Oh.” I held him tight and looked into his eyes. “And… was it the same?”
“No, man. It was better. A lot better. You and me, we’re now.”
Friday, April 6, 2012
Double Teamed
It’s the same fantasy I’ve been jacking to for years. Not every day, not every week or even every month, but one I keep coming back to time and time again.
I’m shirtless, barefoot, wearing nothing but a pair of Levi’s, and underneath, a tight white pair of cotton briefs. There are two guys. They’re older than me but just barely, not decades. They’re a little taller than me and much more muscular. One of them holds my arms back firmly from behind while the other unbuckles my belt, pulls it out smoothly through the loops, unbuttons my fly.
My jeans are old, comfortable, well-worn. They fit closely around my quads and hams, snugly across my ass. They bulge out tight along my cock as it hardens. The guy in front of me yanks them down to my knees; the outline of my stiff cock is plain to see against the soft white cotton, straining to poke up through the waistband. He looks up at me and smiles.
I don’t know how I got into this situation, why I’m shirtless with two guys molesting me. The setup isn’t always part of the fantasy and it changes over the years. The guys change too, depending on where I happen to be in life and who I happen to be hot for. I’ve changed over the years myself. But then again I haven’t changed.
Back in high school it could have happened after wrestling practice. I’ve already showered and I’m getting dressed in front of my locker, in a row of lockers all to myself. Two guys, seniors, cocky assholes still sweaty in their workout clothes come strutting into the aisle. Without a word one of them grabs me from behind, holds my arms back forcefully. He leans in over my shoulder, presses close against my back. The strength of his arms, his muscular flesh pressed against me make me quiver. I smell the stink of his armpits, sour and pungent. I struggle but I can’t move. He’s holding my arms too tight, and one of his legs is hooked around mine. His hips are grinding against my ass.
His buddy pulls my belt off, unbuttons my fly and peels down my jeans. I’m terrified and excited. I’ve jacked off many times to fantasies of these two, each on their own and both together. But now I’m afraid of what will happen. Nobody knows I’m gay; I’m not sure I know it yet myself. My cock grows and stiffens. They laugh at me, taunt me, call me a faggot. The one in front squats down in front of me, yanks down my briefs, eyes my hard cock. He giggles and grins, reaches out and starts jacking it clumsily, rough and hard. He doesn’t even look at the rest of my body. High school boys always go right for the cock. I feel the other’s meat stiffen through his thin workout shorts, pressed against my bare ass. My eyes are wet. I struggle again, to no avail. I feel a sense of panic and a rising tide in my crotch. My body suddenly jerks and I blow my load, hard. My cum splatters the shoulder of the one jacking me. He reels back.
“Faggot! God damn it, you fag!”
He pulls off his sweaty tank top, wipes my cum from his shoulder and stands in front of me. His buddy laughs and tightens his grip. I gaze at his body, eighteen-year-old muscles glistening with sweat and traces of cum. He takes the tank top with his sweat and my cum on it and rubs it in my face. I want to sniff it, taste it, lick it, but I don’t dare. He glares at me a moment, a snotty high school boy pout, then drops his workout shorts and pulls out his own cock, long and thick and hard. I stare at it hungrily. He grabs his cock and jacks himself until he shoots a load all over my chest and abs. His cum feels warm and thick and good on my bare skin. My cock twitches with longing. His buddy shoves me against the lockers and they both head to the shower. I clean myself up as best I can and finish dressing and go home.
It isn’t always a humiliation fantasy. That’s just the way it works sometimes.
In college, maybe I’m hanging out with a couple buddies who live across the hall. We’re piled onto the couch drinking beers, watching the game on TV. Any game, it doesn’t matter which. We’re not wearing any shirts or shoes because we’re all pretty casual around the dorm. My buddies were both big time jocks in high school and I guess that’s why we get along. They’re constantly in the gym pumping iron together and each one sports a set of ripped, beefy muscles that makes me secretly drool. Just spending the evening sitting on the couch in between them, I know I’ll be pounding out a hard one when I’m alone in my own room later. But they’re not gay as far as I can tell, and I don’t think they know about me. I sip the last of my beer and set the empty down on the floor, and I spot one of them making a little eye signal and smiling and nodding to the other.
My buddy on the left suddenly grabs my shoulders and spins me, latches onto my arms and holds them hard behind me while the other swings my legs up onto the couch and squirms in between them and holds them down. My wrestler’s instincts kick in and I try to break loose and wriggle myself free but between the two of them they have me caught. The one between my legs looks me over long and slow; my chest is stretched taut by his buddy’s hold on my arms. He leans in and rubs my pecs with both hands, slides them down my abs and into the waistband of my jeans. I realize what’s going on and stop fighting and let him pull off my belt, peel my jeans all the way down off my ankles. My cock begins to harden. He strokes it through the fabric of my briefs as his buddy wraps his arms around me tight with my own arms still pinned behind, holds my torso firmly in place between his knees and croons softly into my ear.
“Shhhhh, it’s okay bro… relax… you’re gonna like this.”
The guy on top of me tugs at the elastic of my briefs, peels them slowly down. My cock springs out, thankfully released, fully erect and aching for his touch. I lift my ass so he can slide the briefs down, then raise my legs to let him pull them all the way off. I’m completely naked now, leaning back easy in the arms of one gorgeous stud still holding me tightly, my bare legs casually splayed around the other as he gives me a devious grin, bends in and licks my hard cock from end to end, runs his tongue around the head and then takes it into his lips and slides my shaft all the way inside his throat. He sucks me in and out with a slow, smooth motion. I thrust my hips forward eagerly to push my cock ever farther down his throat, my deep, panting breath constricted by his buddy’s forceful grip. My cock head swells; I can feel the precum flowing. Suddenly he slips my cock out of his mouth, rocks back away from me on the couch. I watch as he unties the drawstring of his workout shorts and pulls them down.
“Your turn.”
He moves in close on top of me and thrusts his cock into my face, supporting himself with both hands on his buddy’s shoulders. His cock is monstrous, beautiful. I stretch my neck to lick it and take it in my lips. He leans in closer and I suck it in as far as I can go. I already taste precum and I hear him grunt and moan as he slides his meat in and out of my mouth. His muscled body tenses and relaxes as he grinds his cock into me. His breath becomes shallow and sharp. I feel his buddy’s hand slide down along my abs, reach for my cock and jack me while he licks and nibbles on my ear. My ball sack tightens, a wave of pleasure washes over me and I shoot my load in his hand, just as the thick cock in my mouth erupts in a torrent of hot cream that floods down my throat, the arms around me still holding on tight. His cum drains into my throat as mine pours out onto my own abs. We all three collapse together, and watch the rest of the game.
It isn’t just an angst-driven juvenile fantasy either. As a full-fledged adult I’m comfortable with myself. I’m cocksure. I know who I am and I want other people to know it too. I don’t dress myself up like a pride parade but I don’t hide what I like. The ambush scene still works for me.
I’m at home on a Saturday and there’s a knock at the door. It’s a couple guys from the gym. They study mixed martial arts together and they’re both solid as iron, and ruggedly handsome and smoking hot. I know they’re gay and partnered, and they know I’m gay and not. They’re not guys I normally hang around with but they’re nice enough, and we talk at the gym from time to time. I don’t know how they know where I live. Maybe they just happened to be passing by some time and saw me. Or maybe they followed me home.
I give them a friendly greeting and they grin and push their way inside the door. They’re boisterous, rowdy, on a testosterone high. I wonder if they might be tanked. The door slams shut and they push me back against the wall, still grinning. One of them holds my arms back behind me while the other grabs the collar of my T-shirt and rips it down the front. The sound of tearing fabric slashes through my head as they bare first my chest and then my abs, and react with little lustful yips and yelps – I may not be as beefed as them but I’m every bit as ripped. The one in front of me pulls my T-shirt all the way off and then makes a grab at my pecs, squeezes my shoulders and triceps. I make a token effort of resistance. I know the game by now and I don’t want to spoil their fun.
He wraps his hand around the back of my neck, leans in and mashes his lips against mine, shoves his tongue into my mouth. I return the attack hungrily, push my tongue against his and tease him fervently while his buddy blurts out “Yeah! Damn! Hell yeah!” He moves down my torso, licks and bites at my nipples, runs his tongue over my abs and swirls it into my navel, then unbuckles my belt, unbuttons my fly and shoves my jeans to the floor. My cock bulges against my tight briefs; the soft cotton clings to my ass. I shift my stance to feel it rub in my crack.
His buddy pins both arms to my sides with a single muscular arm wrapped around my chest, grabs my chin with his free hand and pulls my mouth to his. I crane my neck to meet his lips and we kiss desperately, his two-day growth scraping roughly against my own. He lets go of my chin and gropes for my left nipple and squeezes it hard, not hard enough to damage but hard enough to hurt, and to arouse. My cock is as stiff as wood and begging for release. Below, I feel my briefs peeled down, my quads and hams squeezed. A huge meaty hand takes a solid grip on my balls and my cock slides between a pair of warm wet lips. I gasp for breath as my captor behind me tightens his hold and runs tongue and mouth over my neck. I feel a firm tug at my balls. I feel my cock head press against the soft back of an eager throat. A hand slides from my ball sack to the space between my thighs, and then up along my crack. Thick wet fingers probe at my anus, slip inside, reach deep. I spread my sphincter for them willingly.
“It’s time. He’s ready.”
They drag me to my bedroom, two pairs of hands pawing me, possessing me, guiding me, controlling me. They pull the covers off the bed and push me face down to the mattress. One holds me down while the other ransacks my nightstand until he finds my bottle of lube. He squeezes a large glob onto his hand, greases his bare cock and smears it along my crack. His cool slippery touch makes me shudder and moan and I plead with him to fuck me, fuck me now, fuck me hard. I feel his thick cock push into my ass and I moan long and low, from the gut, loving the feeling of his meat inside me. He thrusts into me powerfully, plowing me for all I’m worth. I hang on his every stroke, my body shuddering and quaking and straining as I beg for him to pump me harder. I tip over the edge and blow my load, pour my cream out onto the sheets beneath me.
The two of them tag-team me all afternoon, each one plowing my ass until he’s ready to cum and then pulling out and handing me back over to his buddy. They ride me hard, always from behind, always with my face mashed into the pillow. I love the feeling of their muscular bodies pressing down on me and the feeling of their thick cocks violating me. I cum again, and a third time before they’re done with me, spurt after spurt of hot cream gushing out of me drenching the bedsheets, slathering over my body. My moans weaken and melt into whimpers until finally they can’t hold back any longer and each in turn pours his hot load into me, bucking and thrashing on top of me. All of us satiated and exhausted, they lie in bed beside me and press in on each side, wrap their arms around and sandwich me between them and keep me hostage.
In real life when I’m with someone I’m dominant. I like to be always in control. In real life the guys I’m with are usually a little younger than me, and not quite as muscular, and not as confident, and not as tough. In my fantasy life, sometimes, I want it to be different. I don’t want to be such a tough guy. I want to be somebody’s toy, a pet, a captive. I want to be ambushed. I want to be helpless. And I want to be .
I’m shirtless, barefoot, wearing nothing but a pair of Levi’s, and underneath, a tight white pair of cotton briefs. There are two guys. They’re older than me but just barely, not decades. They’re a little taller than me and much more muscular. One of them holds my arms back firmly from behind while the other unbuckles my belt, pulls it out smoothly through the loops, unbuttons my fly.
My jeans are old, comfortable, well-worn. They fit closely around my quads and hams, snugly across my ass. They bulge out tight along my cock as it hardens. The guy in front of me yanks them down to my knees; the outline of my stiff cock is plain to see against the soft white cotton, straining to poke up through the waistband. He looks up at me and smiles.
I don’t know how I got into this situation, why I’m shirtless with two guys molesting me. The setup isn’t always part of the fantasy and it changes over the years. The guys change too, depending on where I happen to be in life and who I happen to be hot for. I’ve changed over the years myself. But then again I haven’t changed.
Back in high school it could have happened after wrestling practice. I’ve already showered and I’m getting dressed in front of my locker, in a row of lockers all to myself. Two guys, seniors, cocky assholes still sweaty in their workout clothes come strutting into the aisle. Without a word one of them grabs me from behind, holds my arms back forcefully. He leans in over my shoulder, presses close against my back. The strength of his arms, his muscular flesh pressed against me make me quiver. I smell the stink of his armpits, sour and pungent. I struggle but I can’t move. He’s holding my arms too tight, and one of his legs is hooked around mine. His hips are grinding against my ass.
His buddy pulls my belt off, unbuttons my fly and peels down my jeans. I’m terrified and excited. I’ve jacked off many times to fantasies of these two, each on their own and both together. But now I’m afraid of what will happen. Nobody knows I’m gay; I’m not sure I know it yet myself. My cock grows and stiffens. They laugh at me, taunt me, call me a faggot. The one in front squats down in front of me, yanks down my briefs, eyes my hard cock. He giggles and grins, reaches out and starts jacking it clumsily, rough and hard. He doesn’t even look at the rest of my body. High school boys always go right for the cock. I feel the other’s meat stiffen through his thin workout shorts, pressed against my bare ass. My eyes are wet. I struggle again, to no avail. I feel a sense of panic and a rising tide in my crotch. My body suddenly jerks and I blow my load, hard. My cum splatters the shoulder of the one jacking me. He reels back.
“Faggot! God damn it, you fag!”
He pulls off his sweaty tank top, wipes my cum from his shoulder and stands in front of me. His buddy laughs and tightens his grip. I gaze at his body, eighteen-year-old muscles glistening with sweat and traces of cum. He takes the tank top with his sweat and my cum on it and rubs it in my face. I want to sniff it, taste it, lick it, but I don’t dare. He glares at me a moment, a snotty high school boy pout, then drops his workout shorts and pulls out his own cock, long and thick and hard. I stare at it hungrily. He grabs his cock and jacks himself until he shoots a load all over my chest and abs. His cum feels warm and thick and good on my bare skin. My cock twitches with longing. His buddy shoves me against the lockers and they both head to the shower. I clean myself up as best I can and finish dressing and go home.
It isn’t always a humiliation fantasy. That’s just the way it works sometimes.
In college, maybe I’m hanging out with a couple buddies who live across the hall. We’re piled onto the couch drinking beers, watching the game on TV. Any game, it doesn’t matter which. We’re not wearing any shirts or shoes because we’re all pretty casual around the dorm. My buddies were both big time jocks in high school and I guess that’s why we get along. They’re constantly in the gym pumping iron together and each one sports a set of ripped, beefy muscles that makes me secretly drool. Just spending the evening sitting on the couch in between them, I know I’ll be pounding out a hard one when I’m alone in my own room later. But they’re not gay as far as I can tell, and I don’t think they know about me. I sip the last of my beer and set the empty down on the floor, and I spot one of them making a little eye signal and smiling and nodding to the other.
My buddy on the left suddenly grabs my shoulders and spins me, latches onto my arms and holds them hard behind me while the other swings my legs up onto the couch and squirms in between them and holds them down. My wrestler’s instincts kick in and I try to break loose and wriggle myself free but between the two of them they have me caught. The one between my legs looks me over long and slow; my chest is stretched taut by his buddy’s hold on my arms. He leans in and rubs my pecs with both hands, slides them down my abs and into the waistband of my jeans. I realize what’s going on and stop fighting and let him pull off my belt, peel my jeans all the way down off my ankles. My cock begins to harden. He strokes it through the fabric of my briefs as his buddy wraps his arms around me tight with my own arms still pinned behind, holds my torso firmly in place between his knees and croons softly into my ear.
“Shhhhh, it’s okay bro… relax… you’re gonna like this.”
The guy on top of me tugs at the elastic of my briefs, peels them slowly down. My cock springs out, thankfully released, fully erect and aching for his touch. I lift my ass so he can slide the briefs down, then raise my legs to let him pull them all the way off. I’m completely naked now, leaning back easy in the arms of one gorgeous stud still holding me tightly, my bare legs casually splayed around the other as he gives me a devious grin, bends in and licks my hard cock from end to end, runs his tongue around the head and then takes it into his lips and slides my shaft all the way inside his throat. He sucks me in and out with a slow, smooth motion. I thrust my hips forward eagerly to push my cock ever farther down his throat, my deep, panting breath constricted by his buddy’s forceful grip. My cock head swells; I can feel the precum flowing. Suddenly he slips my cock out of his mouth, rocks back away from me on the couch. I watch as he unties the drawstring of his workout shorts and pulls them down.
“Your turn.”
He moves in close on top of me and thrusts his cock into my face, supporting himself with both hands on his buddy’s shoulders. His cock is monstrous, beautiful. I stretch my neck to lick it and take it in my lips. He leans in closer and I suck it in as far as I can go. I already taste precum and I hear him grunt and moan as he slides his meat in and out of my mouth. His muscled body tenses and relaxes as he grinds his cock into me. His breath becomes shallow and sharp. I feel his buddy’s hand slide down along my abs, reach for my cock and jack me while he licks and nibbles on my ear. My ball sack tightens, a wave of pleasure washes over me and I shoot my load in his hand, just as the thick cock in my mouth erupts in a torrent of hot cream that floods down my throat, the arms around me still holding on tight. His cum drains into my throat as mine pours out onto my own abs. We all three collapse together, and watch the rest of the game.
It isn’t just an angst-driven juvenile fantasy either. As a full-fledged adult I’m comfortable with myself. I’m cocksure. I know who I am and I want other people to know it too. I don’t dress myself up like a pride parade but I don’t hide what I like. The ambush scene still works for me.
I’m at home on a Saturday and there’s a knock at the door. It’s a couple guys from the gym. They study mixed martial arts together and they’re both solid as iron, and ruggedly handsome and smoking hot. I know they’re gay and partnered, and they know I’m gay and not. They’re not guys I normally hang around with but they’re nice enough, and we talk at the gym from time to time. I don’t know how they know where I live. Maybe they just happened to be passing by some time and saw me. Or maybe they followed me home.
I give them a friendly greeting and they grin and push their way inside the door. They’re boisterous, rowdy, on a testosterone high. I wonder if they might be tanked. The door slams shut and they push me back against the wall, still grinning. One of them holds my arms back behind me while the other grabs the collar of my T-shirt and rips it down the front. The sound of tearing fabric slashes through my head as they bare first my chest and then my abs, and react with little lustful yips and yelps – I may not be as beefed as them but I’m every bit as ripped. The one in front of me pulls my T-shirt all the way off and then makes a grab at my pecs, squeezes my shoulders and triceps. I make a token effort of resistance. I know the game by now and I don’t want to spoil their fun.
He wraps his hand around the back of my neck, leans in and mashes his lips against mine, shoves his tongue into my mouth. I return the attack hungrily, push my tongue against his and tease him fervently while his buddy blurts out “Yeah! Damn! Hell yeah!” He moves down my torso, licks and bites at my nipples, runs his tongue over my abs and swirls it into my navel, then unbuckles my belt, unbuttons my fly and shoves my jeans to the floor. My cock bulges against my tight briefs; the soft cotton clings to my ass. I shift my stance to feel it rub in my crack.
His buddy pins both arms to my sides with a single muscular arm wrapped around my chest, grabs my chin with his free hand and pulls my mouth to his. I crane my neck to meet his lips and we kiss desperately, his two-day growth scraping roughly against my own. He lets go of my chin and gropes for my left nipple and squeezes it hard, not hard enough to damage but hard enough to hurt, and to arouse. My cock is as stiff as wood and begging for release. Below, I feel my briefs peeled down, my quads and hams squeezed. A huge meaty hand takes a solid grip on my balls and my cock slides between a pair of warm wet lips. I gasp for breath as my captor behind me tightens his hold and runs tongue and mouth over my neck. I feel a firm tug at my balls. I feel my cock head press against the soft back of an eager throat. A hand slides from my ball sack to the space between my thighs, and then up along my crack. Thick wet fingers probe at my anus, slip inside, reach deep. I spread my sphincter for them willingly.
“It’s time. He’s ready.”
They drag me to my bedroom, two pairs of hands pawing me, possessing me, guiding me, controlling me. They pull the covers off the bed and push me face down to the mattress. One holds me down while the other ransacks my nightstand until he finds my bottle of lube. He squeezes a large glob onto his hand, greases his bare cock and smears it along my crack. His cool slippery touch makes me shudder and moan and I plead with him to fuck me, fuck me now, fuck me hard. I feel his thick cock push into my ass and I moan long and low, from the gut, loving the feeling of his meat inside me. He thrusts into me powerfully, plowing me for all I’m worth. I hang on his every stroke, my body shuddering and quaking and straining as I beg for him to pump me harder. I tip over the edge and blow my load, pour my cream out onto the sheets beneath me.
The two of them tag-team me all afternoon, each one plowing my ass until he’s ready to cum and then pulling out and handing me back over to his buddy. They ride me hard, always from behind, always with my face mashed into the pillow. I love the feeling of their muscular bodies pressing down on me and the feeling of their thick cocks violating me. I cum again, and a third time before they’re done with me, spurt after spurt of hot cream gushing out of me drenching the bedsheets, slathering over my body. My moans weaken and melt into whimpers until finally they can’t hold back any longer and each in turn pours his hot load into me, bucking and thrashing on top of me. All of us satiated and exhausted, they lie in bed beside me and press in on each side, wrap their arms around and sandwich me between them and keep me hostage.
In real life when I’m with someone I’m dominant. I like to be always in control. In real life the guys I’m with are usually a little younger than me, and not quite as muscular, and not as confident, and not as tough. In my fantasy life, sometimes, I want it to be different. I don’t want to be such a tough guy. I want to be somebody’s toy, a pet, a captive. I want to be ambushed. I want to be helpless. And I want to be .
The Deep End
I should say right up front that we weren’t the kind of kids who live in houses with swimming pools. Our side of town was definitely on the lower end of middle class. But when we were in junior high Gary’s dad decided he just had to have one and he took a second job on weekends selling them so he could have one put in for himself at a discount, and make some extra money to pay it off. It was really sweet. All summer long Gary and I would swim and lounge around the pool and then go back to school in the fall bronzed and in the best shape of anyone in our class. His dad put up a big privacy fence and was pretty restrictive about who got to come over because he didn’t want it to turn into the neighborhood playground, but I was always welcome because Gary and I had been inseparable since, well, forever.
The two of us were just about exactly the same size and build, and we were both pretty aggressively athletic. Gary and I went out for wrestling, and we always paired off to run drills and practice new moves. The problem was that only one of us could be the starter in our weight class. But Gary solved it by cutting seven pounds to compete one class lower, so while I wrestled at a bulky 152, he was always sweating it out to make the weight at 145. His hard work paid off though. At season’s end he was the one who came in second at the state championships, and got a scholarship to go to college on the far end of the state, while I still lived at home and juggled my part time work schedule with classes and wrestling at the local U.
Freshman year was murder. I missed the guy like crazy. We’d never been apart from each other so long. And then in June the school year ended and he came back into town, and called me and we agreed to get together at his house on Friday night.
Gary’s parents and his little brother had gone down to North Carolina on vacation, so the two of us had the place to ourselves. We sat out on the patio on a warm summer evening drinking beers and joking around and catching up. I thought I’d try to impress him with the mass I’d gained—on the college team I was wrestling 157—but it turned out he’d put on some muscle too. Without me there for competition he’d bulked up to his normal weight class, so the two of us were matched up like bookends again. It didn’t take long before we started showing off, flexing and comparing size, and before I knew it we’d both peeled off our T-shirts and were striking bodybuilder poses for each other. Gary looked me over with a smile.
“Hey man, let’s get in the pool. I could really use a swim.”
“Oh—yeah, well, sounds good but I didn’t bring anything to swim in.”
He laughed at me. “So what? I always go in naked when the folks aren’t around. I wasn’t planning to wear anything now. Come on, you in?” And before I could even answer he’d kicked his flipflops off, dropped his cargo shorts and boxers and jumped bareass into the pool.
“Sure…” I couldn’t be shown up by my best buddy. I scrambled out of my own clothes and followed suit, my normal inhibitions having flown away two or three beers ago.
The water felt freezing cold at first but I got used to it, and soon enough we were racing laps against each other, goofing around and splashing and pushing each other underwater. Just like we’d done for years, except naked and drunk on beers. We had contests to see who could swim the farthest underwater, and who could hold his breath the longest. Gary stayed down until I was sure he was drowned. And then he broke the surface and paddled to the corner at of the pool, leaning against the tiled edge panting and sucking in deep breaths.
“Hey, c’mere,” he said. “I need to tell you something.”
I swam up to the edge of the pool beside him. His hand came out of the water and reached for my shoulder, and I darted back suspecting some kind of trick.
“No, hey, seriously. I need to tell you something.”
“You can tell me from there.”
“No, I can’t. I’m not screwing around. I need you to come here close to me.”
Cautiously I paddled over and clung to the tile beside him. He put his hand on my shoulder and drew me in a little closer. “See? It’s okay.” And then his other hand slid around the back of my neck, his elbow still resting on the pool edge to keep him afloat. “That’s good, man.”
“Yeah okay. So what’s up?”
“I just wanted you to know I thought about you a lot this past year. You’re my buddy. I don’t think I’ll ever have another friend like you. I missed you.” His voice was steady and soft and sincere.
“I missed you too,” I told him, and I meant it. “And I feel the same way.”
“Yeah?” He smiled. His arm wrapped tighter around me and pulled my body against his. “I’m glad to hear that. Really, really glad.”
I smiled back at him and let him hold me. It wasn’t a situation I’d ever expected to be in but Gary was my best friend and I just figured he was drunk and overly emotional and needed a hug, and we’d been in the pool so long I’d almost forgotten we were naked… until I felt his hard cock pressed against my leg.
Sudden panic gripped me and I tried to squirm free but he wouldn’t let me go. He held me so tight in his arms I couldn’t move, and laid his head next to mine and whispered to me, “It’s okay man, calm down, it’s okay… you’re my buddy, man… it’s okay…” Finally I stopped fighting him and he relaxed and held me firmly but very gently, and whispered, “There now… see, it’s cool… we’re good now…” and started flexing his hips, rubbing his cock against me. And as he did I felt my own cock start to rise and stiffen, until his thick meat was stroking up and down against my own. I was still scared shitless and insecure but his warm body did feel good against me in the cold water, and there was something about being held in his arms that felt so very comforting.
I looked straight into his eyes, and my feelings for him came over me in a flood of emotion.
I wrapped my arms around Gary and we started making out like bandits. The feeling of kissing a guy was completely foreign to me but god damn it was fucking good. His thick tongue wrestling with mine, the way his jaw flexed, the rough stubble on his face scraping against my cheek… it was easily the most sensuous thing I’d ever experiencd in my life. I mashed my chest against his, loving the feeling of our solid pecs and hard nipples squashed together. My hands had a field day exploring all the sculpted muscles of his back. And all the while we were grinding our hips together, his ramrod-straight cock battling and teasing my own stiff pole.
Gary maneuvered me into the corner of the pool and I floated with only my head resting on the lip of the tile. With one hand on my shoulder for support he leaned in and kissed my neck, while the other hand squeezed and pinched my nipples. The mix of pain and pleasure made me so hot I could barely stand it, but it was no comparison to what was about to come next. Gary took a deep breath and ducked underwater. I felt his hands sliding ticklishly down along my sides and over my hips until they settled on my hams. And then I felt my hard cock sliding into his warm mouth.
I panted desperately as he slid my eager rod in and out of his mouth, shoving my cock all the way in until the head pressed against the back of his throat. I pulled both arms out of the water and steadied myself with my elbows on the pool edge, both fists clenched, my head tilted back and my eyes shut tight as I received the sucking of my life. If he’d been able to hold his breath much longer I would have surely blown my load. But after what seemed like whole minutes of pure enjoyment he resurfaced, and mashed his body against me again and I kissed him hungrily, noticing now the faint taste of something slightly salty on his tongue. He leaned back and looked into my eyes like he was pondering something.
“I think we’ve had enough swimming for now, don’t you?”
No, I didn’t, but “Yeah,” I said, hoping he had something even better in mind.
We climbed out of the pool and stood for a minute grinning at each other on the patio, taking our first good looks at our dripping wet bodies and long hard cocks. Shrinkage, my ass. The guy was one hung stud, and I was matching him inch for inch. He led me inside and pulled some towels out of the closet, and when we’d dried ourselves he motioned with his head for me to follow him to his bedroom.
“C’mon,” he said. “I’d say it’s high time you had your first fuck.”
“Hey, I’ve been laid before!”
“No, you haven’t,” he said in a way that made me a little nervous.
He threw the covers off his bed and then grabbed me and pushed me down onto the mattress and we wrestled in earnest fun, both of us giggling excitedly. The smell of chlorine on our skins intoxicated me and I started licking and nibbling him all over, everywhere my mouth would reach. He moaned with pleasure as I sucked his nipples, licked his armpits, kissed each one of his rippled abs until finally I reached his anxious cock. I licked it end to end until it was nice and slick, took his cock head in my lips and rolled my tongue around it. I could have played with that fat head in my mouth all night long but from the sounds he made it was clear he wanted more. He grabbed my head and thrust his hips, straining to push his cock as far into my throat as it would go. I did my best to take it, and wrapped my hand around the base and jacked him as I bobbed my head up and down on his thick meat. He moaned contentedly as I sucked him, long and low, but then pulled out of my mouth and pushed me away.
“Okay,” he said, “enough horsing around. I thought I said I wanted you to fuck me!”
It was a shock to hear those words come out of him, but I don’t think I’d ever been more ready to hear anything in my life. He grinned at me and rolled over on the mattress to reach his nightstand, and pulled out a condom and a bottle of hand lotion. He’d obviously planned ahead. I watched breathlessly as he tore the condom packet open with his teeth and rolled it onto my rod, and then greased me up with lotion. He hooked his hand around my neck, pulled me to him and kissed me again, then turned over and showed his muscular ass to me and smeared a gob of lotion with his fingers along his crack. He lay before me with his legs spread wide and whispered, “Come on, stud, take me.”
I was horned as hell to plow into him but a little intimidated too; I’d never even assfucked a girl before. So I started slow, moved in on top of him and rubbed my hard cock along his ass crack. It felt fucking wonderful and Gary showed his appreciation by moaning “Mmmmmmm” and squirming gratefully, but soon enough he let me know he expected more. “Come on fucker,” he said, “quit teasing me. Get that hot meat inside me!”
Carefully I probed his crack until my cock head found his soft hole. I pressed in gently and pushed inside, and Gary let out a sharp little “Oh!” and then begged me to keep on going. I pushed in harder and his ass flexed and parted to admit me, and I slid my meat all the way inside him as far as I could go. His breath became short and sharp—it was obvious he loved every inch of it—and when I’d buried my cock in him all the way down to the pubes he yelled out loudly, “Yeah man! Now pump me, stud! Fuck my hot ass!”
I didn’t need any more encouragement than that. I started pumping him strong and slow, pulling out almost all the way and then driving back in deep. Gary moaned loudly and shouted at me to fuck him harder, faster. And I quickly realized he was right—I’d never been laid before. This was better, more exciting, more satisfying than any sex I’d ever had, or even dreamed of. Plowing into his muscular cheeks, his ass so tight around my cock, the ripped, gorgeous body of my best buddy shuddering and quaking beneath me—I knew I’d arrived at a whole new level. My lust for him overwhelmed me and my instincts kicked in and I pounded his ass mercilessly, with Gary screaming for more on every thrust. I fucked him till I thought my balls would burst, and suddenly he shouted, “Oh fuck man! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna—” His body erupted in quakes and spasms, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. My cock erupted with a huge jolt, and thick hot cream shot out. My muscles tensed and my body shivered as my cum spurted again and again, flooding out into the condom. Gary bucked and thrashed beneath me and then went limp, and I collapsed on top of him and covered his warm body with mine and kissed the back of his neck.
We lay together exhausted, just breathing and sweating and feeling satisfied, until my cock went soft and I pulled out of him and he turned to face me. His rippled abs were smeared with his own cum, and I pressed my body against him rubbing the still warm sticky fluid between us, and wrapped my arms around him and held him close.
“So, you liked it,” he said. “That’s really cool. I knew you would.”
I looked into his eyes and grinned. “This isn’t your first time, is it? You’ve been practising.”
“All for you, stud,” he said, and kissed me softly. “I had to get enough experience to show you a good time. I’ve been looking forward to this night for years.”
I hugged the goofball with all my strength, and pressed my cheek against his and whispered in his ear, “No more of that. You don’t need any more practice. You’ve got the real thing now.”
The two of us were just about exactly the same size and build, and we were both pretty aggressively athletic. Gary and I went out for wrestling, and we always paired off to run drills and practice new moves. The problem was that only one of us could be the starter in our weight class. But Gary solved it by cutting seven pounds to compete one class lower, so while I wrestled at a bulky 152, he was always sweating it out to make the weight at 145. His hard work paid off though. At season’s end he was the one who came in second at the state championships, and got a scholarship to go to college on the far end of the state, while I still lived at home and juggled my part time work schedule with classes and wrestling at the local U.
Freshman year was murder. I missed the guy like crazy. We’d never been apart from each other so long. And then in June the school year ended and he came back into town, and called me and we agreed to get together at his house on Friday night.
Gary’s parents and his little brother had gone down to North Carolina on vacation, so the two of us had the place to ourselves. We sat out on the patio on a warm summer evening drinking beers and joking around and catching up. I thought I’d try to impress him with the mass I’d gained—on the college team I was wrestling 157—but it turned out he’d put on some muscle too. Without me there for competition he’d bulked up to his normal weight class, so the two of us were matched up like bookends again. It didn’t take long before we started showing off, flexing and comparing size, and before I knew it we’d both peeled off our T-shirts and were striking bodybuilder poses for each other. Gary looked me over with a smile.
“Hey man, let’s get in the pool. I could really use a swim.”
“Oh—yeah, well, sounds good but I didn’t bring anything to swim in.”
He laughed at me. “So what? I always go in naked when the folks aren’t around. I wasn’t planning to wear anything now. Come on, you in?” And before I could even answer he’d kicked his flipflops off, dropped his cargo shorts and boxers and jumped bareass into the pool.
“Sure…” I couldn’t be shown up by my best buddy. I scrambled out of my own clothes and followed suit, my normal inhibitions having flown away two or three beers ago.
The water felt freezing cold at first but I got used to it, and soon enough we were racing laps against each other, goofing around and splashing and pushing each other underwater. Just like we’d done for years, except naked and drunk on beers. We had contests to see who could swim the farthest underwater, and who could hold his breath the longest. Gary stayed down until I was sure he was drowned. And then he broke the surface and paddled to the corner at of the pool, leaning against the tiled edge panting and sucking in deep breaths.
“Hey, c’mere,” he said. “I need to tell you something.”
I swam up to the edge of the pool beside him. His hand came out of the water and reached for my shoulder, and I darted back suspecting some kind of trick.
“No, hey, seriously. I need to tell you something.”
“You can tell me from there.”
“No, I can’t. I’m not screwing around. I need you to come here close to me.”
Cautiously I paddled over and clung to the tile beside him. He put his hand on my shoulder and drew me in a little closer. “See? It’s okay.” And then his other hand slid around the back of my neck, his elbow still resting on the pool edge to keep him afloat. “That’s good, man.”
“Yeah okay. So what’s up?”
“I just wanted you to know I thought about you a lot this past year. You’re my buddy. I don’t think I’ll ever have another friend like you. I missed you.” His voice was steady and soft and sincere.
“I missed you too,” I told him, and I meant it. “And I feel the same way.”
“Yeah?” He smiled. His arm wrapped tighter around me and pulled my body against his. “I’m glad to hear that. Really, really glad.”
I smiled back at him and let him hold me. It wasn’t a situation I’d ever expected to be in but Gary was my best friend and I just figured he was drunk and overly emotional and needed a hug, and we’d been in the pool so long I’d almost forgotten we were naked… until I felt his hard cock pressed against my leg.
Sudden panic gripped me and I tried to squirm free but he wouldn’t let me go. He held me so tight in his arms I couldn’t move, and laid his head next to mine and whispered to me, “It’s okay man, calm down, it’s okay… you’re my buddy, man… it’s okay…” Finally I stopped fighting him and he relaxed and held me firmly but very gently, and whispered, “There now… see, it’s cool… we’re good now…” and started flexing his hips, rubbing his cock against me. And as he did I felt my own cock start to rise and stiffen, until his thick meat was stroking up and down against my own. I was still scared shitless and insecure but his warm body did feel good against me in the cold water, and there was something about being held in his arms that felt so very comforting.
I looked straight into his eyes, and my feelings for him came over me in a flood of emotion.
I wrapped my arms around Gary and we started making out like bandits. The feeling of kissing a guy was completely foreign to me but god damn it was fucking good. His thick tongue wrestling with mine, the way his jaw flexed, the rough stubble on his face scraping against my cheek… it was easily the most sensuous thing I’d ever experiencd in my life. I mashed my chest against his, loving the feeling of our solid pecs and hard nipples squashed together. My hands had a field day exploring all the sculpted muscles of his back. And all the while we were grinding our hips together, his ramrod-straight cock battling and teasing my own stiff pole.
Gary maneuvered me into the corner of the pool and I floated with only my head resting on the lip of the tile. With one hand on my shoulder for support he leaned in and kissed my neck, while the other hand squeezed and pinched my nipples. The mix of pain and pleasure made me so hot I could barely stand it, but it was no comparison to what was about to come next. Gary took a deep breath and ducked underwater. I felt his hands sliding ticklishly down along my sides and over my hips until they settled on my hams. And then I felt my hard cock sliding into his warm mouth.
I panted desperately as he slid my eager rod in and out of his mouth, shoving my cock all the way in until the head pressed against the back of his throat. I pulled both arms out of the water and steadied myself with my elbows on the pool edge, both fists clenched, my head tilted back and my eyes shut tight as I received the sucking of my life. If he’d been able to hold his breath much longer I would have surely blown my load. But after what seemed like whole minutes of pure enjoyment he resurfaced, and mashed his body against me again and I kissed him hungrily, noticing now the faint taste of something slightly salty on his tongue. He leaned back and looked into my eyes like he was pondering something.
“I think we’ve had enough swimming for now, don’t you?”
No, I didn’t, but “Yeah,” I said, hoping he had something even better in mind.
We climbed out of the pool and stood for a minute grinning at each other on the patio, taking our first good looks at our dripping wet bodies and long hard cocks. Shrinkage, my ass. The guy was one hung stud, and I was matching him inch for inch. He led me inside and pulled some towels out of the closet, and when we’d dried ourselves he motioned with his head for me to follow him to his bedroom.
“C’mon,” he said. “I’d say it’s high time you had your first fuck.”
“Hey, I’ve been laid before!”
“No, you haven’t,” he said in a way that made me a little nervous.
He threw the covers off his bed and then grabbed me and pushed me down onto the mattress and we wrestled in earnest fun, both of us giggling excitedly. The smell of chlorine on our skins intoxicated me and I started licking and nibbling him all over, everywhere my mouth would reach. He moaned with pleasure as I sucked his nipples, licked his armpits, kissed each one of his rippled abs until finally I reached his anxious cock. I licked it end to end until it was nice and slick, took his cock head in my lips and rolled my tongue around it. I could have played with that fat head in my mouth all night long but from the sounds he made it was clear he wanted more. He grabbed my head and thrust his hips, straining to push his cock as far into my throat as it would go. I did my best to take it, and wrapped my hand around the base and jacked him as I bobbed my head up and down on his thick meat. He moaned contentedly as I sucked him, long and low, but then pulled out of my mouth and pushed me away.
“Okay,” he said, “enough horsing around. I thought I said I wanted you to fuck me!”
It was a shock to hear those words come out of him, but I don’t think I’d ever been more ready to hear anything in my life. He grinned at me and rolled over on the mattress to reach his nightstand, and pulled out a condom and a bottle of hand lotion. He’d obviously planned ahead. I watched breathlessly as he tore the condom packet open with his teeth and rolled it onto my rod, and then greased me up with lotion. He hooked his hand around my neck, pulled me to him and kissed me again, then turned over and showed his muscular ass to me and smeared a gob of lotion with his fingers along his crack. He lay before me with his legs spread wide and whispered, “Come on, stud, take me.”
I was horned as hell to plow into him but a little intimidated too; I’d never even assfucked a girl before. So I started slow, moved in on top of him and rubbed my hard cock along his ass crack. It felt fucking wonderful and Gary showed his appreciation by moaning “Mmmmmmm” and squirming gratefully, but soon enough he let me know he expected more. “Come on fucker,” he said, “quit teasing me. Get that hot meat inside me!”
Carefully I probed his crack until my cock head found his soft hole. I pressed in gently and pushed inside, and Gary let out a sharp little “Oh!” and then begged me to keep on going. I pushed in harder and his ass flexed and parted to admit me, and I slid my meat all the way inside him as far as I could go. His breath became short and sharp—it was obvious he loved every inch of it—and when I’d buried my cock in him all the way down to the pubes he yelled out loudly, “Yeah man! Now pump me, stud! Fuck my hot ass!”
I didn’t need any more encouragement than that. I started pumping him strong and slow, pulling out almost all the way and then driving back in deep. Gary moaned loudly and shouted at me to fuck him harder, faster. And I quickly realized he was right—I’d never been laid before. This was better, more exciting, more satisfying than any sex I’d ever had, or even dreamed of. Plowing into his muscular cheeks, his ass so tight around my cock, the ripped, gorgeous body of my best buddy shuddering and quaking beneath me—I knew I’d arrived at a whole new level. My lust for him overwhelmed me and my instincts kicked in and I pounded his ass mercilessly, with Gary screaming for more on every thrust. I fucked him till I thought my balls would burst, and suddenly he shouted, “Oh fuck man! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna—” His body erupted in quakes and spasms, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. My cock erupted with a huge jolt, and thick hot cream shot out. My muscles tensed and my body shivered as my cum spurted again and again, flooding out into the condom. Gary bucked and thrashed beneath me and then went limp, and I collapsed on top of him and covered his warm body with mine and kissed the back of his neck.
We lay together exhausted, just breathing and sweating and feeling satisfied, until my cock went soft and I pulled out of him and he turned to face me. His rippled abs were smeared with his own cum, and I pressed my body against him rubbing the still warm sticky fluid between us, and wrapped my arms around him and held him close.
“So, you liked it,” he said. “That’s really cool. I knew you would.”
I looked into his eyes and grinned. “This isn’t your first time, is it? You’ve been practising.”
“All for you, stud,” he said, and kissed me softly. “I had to get enough experience to show you a good time. I’ve been looking forward to this night for years.”
I hugged the goofball with all my strength, and pressed my cheek against his and whispered in his ear, “No more of that. You don’t need any more practice. You’ve got the real thing now.”
Private Coaching
A bunch of us were hanging out at the coach’s house one evening after practice. It was a common enough thing for us to do. All the guys on the swim team liked Coach Williams a lot, and he seemed to like having us around. It always felt good being at his place. It was someplace we could just kick back and hang out and be guys.
The Coach was fairly new to our school; we were the first class of seniors that he’d taken all the way through from freshman year. He’d been a great swimmer himself in his day, and now in his early 30s he still looked like he could beat the trunks off any of us. He was a great looking guy too--sandy blond hair, blue eyes, and that classic square-jawed, All-American look that had all the girls in school wetting their seats. At six feet even, he was about an inch taller than me, but probably twenty pounds heavier and all muscle. I’d never even thought about him or any guy in a sexual way, but I’ll admit I did always notice the way his biceps filled out the sleeves of his polo shirt, and I thought to myself more than once that when I got to be his age, that was exactly the way I wanted to look.
After a while one of the guys mentioned something about homework, and everybody agreed we’d bullshitted enough for one night and got up and started heading for the door. Coach told everyone to be sure and drive carefully on our way home. I happened to be the last one out, except that before I could get through the door, Coach Williams grabbed my arm and pulled me back.
“Ryan, do you have a minute to talk?”
“Sure,” I said. He led me back into the living room and I took up my former position on the couch.
“Want a beer?”
“Sure thing!” That was strange. Coach was always dead set against us drinking, especially when we had a big meet coming up. But who was I to turn down a nice cold brew? He brought us a pair from the fridge, and we popped the tops and sat back and indulged ourselves.
“Ryan, I wanted to talk with you about your breast stroke.”
Suddenly there was a lump in my throat. That was my weakest stroke – and it was Coach Williams’ specialty. He’d won the PAC-10 title in the 200 back in college, and placed third at nationals. I guess I should have known sooner or later he’d bust my ass over it.
“You’re a great swimmer but you really lag in that event. I know you’re trying hard so I think there must be something wrong with your form. Why don’t you show me your stroke, and I’ll try to analyze it for you. Let’s start with the outsweep.”
“What, right here?”
“Yeah. Just the arm motion. Come on, stand up.”
Well, he was the coach. I drained what was left of my beer and set down the empty, then stood in the center of the room and a little awkwardly began going through the motions. “Like this?”
“Yes, but – why don’t you get rid of that shirt, so I can have a better look?”
Without even thinking I peeled off my T-shirt. After all, he was my swim coach and saw me shirtless every day. And anyway, it felt a little more comfortable doing a swim stroke on dry land now that I was a little more appropriately undressed.
“Okay, I think I see what’s going on. Now, let me show you something.”
Coach peeled off his own shirt, stood in front of me and started doing the arm strokes himself. I couldn’t help but stop and stare; it was the first time I’d ever seen him with his shirt off. I thought I was in pretty good shape – the best on the team – but Coach was built like you wouldn’t believe. As I looked over his tanned muscular body, it seemed like I was becoming a little short of breath.
“See what I’m doing here? Look at where my elbows are.”
“Uh huh.” I don’t even think I noticed the arm motions at all.
“Now you try. Come on. Slowly now. No, no – here, let me show you.”
God, I felt like such an idiot. I was completely incompetent. I really did want to do it just like he said, but something kept fucking me up. Nerves, I guess. Coach moved around behind me and positioned my elbows, grabbed my wrists and took me through the motions. I could feel his smooth pecs brushing against my shoulder blades with every stroke.
“See? That’s better. That’s right. You’ve got it now. Keep going.”
“Hey Coach, not that I’m ungrateful but… why are we doing this now? I mean, I’m an 18 year old senior, and the season’s almost over…”
“Well, Ryan, I’ve been keeping an eye on you for a while. You’ve come so far since you were a freshman. You’ve grown into quite a man. What are you, eighteen now?”
“Uh huh. I turned a couple months ago.”
“That’s good.” Something in the way he said that made me quit doing the arm strokes, and tense up a little. Coach reached out from behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. “Wow, those muscles are tight. Feels like you could use a rubdown.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
He started massaging my shoulders and neck. It felt good. It made me feel like he was pleased with me. I stood there feeling relaxed and content while he massaged me. My eyes slowly closed. Then an arm wrapped around me and began rubbing my chest. Then the other arm, sliding down my stomach to my waist…
“Uh – Coach! What’s going on?”
“It’s okay, Ryan. Everything’s okay. Relax.”
He began to unbutton my jeans.
“I don’t think so!”
I struggled hard and tried to break out of his grip but he had both my arms pinned to my sides. Coach Williams tightened his hold on me.
“I said it’s okay! Quit fighting me! It’s time you learned a few things, Ryan!”
A wave of panic swept over me. I was terrified, but at the same time there was also something very comforting in the way he held me. Somehow with his arms around me, the way he commanded me, I just felt safe and okay. I stopped struggling and resigned myself to whatever he had in store for me. He squeezed me tight. I could feel his stiff cock pressing against my ass cheeks through both our jeans.
“And don’t even bother telling me you don’t want this. I saw how you checked me out when I took my shirt off.”
“Okay, Coach,” I said meekly.
“Good. Now, let’s see what you’re really made of.”
He reached down and began stroking my cock through the denim. You better believe I was already hard as a rock. He unbuttoned my jeans and slowly unzipped me, still holding tight with one arm across my chest, and slipped his hand into my boxers. Of course I’d had my share of hand jobs from girls before – and even fucked a couple – but this felt so different. Being held in the strong grip of a muscular stud, being powerless to stop him as he manhandled my cock, it was the most exciting feeling I’d ever had in my life. He leaned in and started kissing my neck, and the next thing I knew his tongue was exploring my ear. I took a long, deep breath and moaned with pleasure.
“Ahh, you like that, huh?” he whispered.
“Yeahhh.”
“You want more?”
“Oh yeahh.”
In one quick move he slid my jeans and boxers down to my knees, wheeled around in front of me and kneeled on the carpet and took my hard cock into his mouth. He licked all around my fat swollen cock head, slid his wet lips down my seven inch shaft, swallowed me deeper than I ever thought anyone could. I clamped my hands to the back of his head and hung on for dear life as he worked my cock like no one had ever come close to before, and all the while as he licked and sucked my meat his hands were squeezing my ass cheeks and stroking my thighs. I had no idea a blow job could feel so damn good. He moved me over to the couch, sat me down and pulled off my shoes and my pants so I was naked before him, pushed me down on my back and spread my legs wide and went back to work.
Soon enough he moved on from my cock and was licking and sucking my balls. I loved the sensation, and I moaned gratefully and rubbed his shoulders and neck. Then he moved farther down, licked the underside of my sack and below, until his tongue found its way to the crack of my ass. When he finally hit my soft asshole, I let out a yelp.
“Oh, Coach! Oh, God!”
“You like that?”
“Yes, yes!”
“Well turn over on all fours then, and let’s do this right.”
I quickly complied, got myself in position, hugged the arm of the couch for support and stuck out my ass. He dove in like a champ, started licking around my asshole and teasing it with his tongue, then began working his way inside. I’d never felt anything like it before. I moaned helplessly, completely ecstatic as he jacked my stiff cock with one hand and his soft wet tongue probed my insides. I was so god damn excited I was shaking. It was the best sex of my life, and all I could think of was that I wanted more, more.
“You doing okay, Ryan?”
“Yeah, yeah, oh God yeah!”
“You like this huh?”
“Yesssss.”
“What else would you like?”
I knew what he meant. I would never have even considered it before, but my God he had my ass hungry for action. I heard the words come out of my mouth, but it was almost like someone else had said them.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“What’s that?”
“Fuck me, Coach, please fuck me!”
“Good boy.”
What had I just said? I looked back over my shoulder in terror. Coach was sliding off his pants. His hard cock looked monstrous; how could I want that inside me? But his eyes met mine and instantly I knew, I’d do anything he wanted. I braced myself and closed my eyes tight; I jumped a bit as I felt something cool and slippery on my ass – he was lubing me up, and himself too, from a bottle he pulled out of the end table. “Get ready,” he said, and I felt his hands on me, and his hips moving up against me, and – oh – God!
I wanted to scream. I felt like he was going to split me in half. The pain was nearly unbearable. But bear it I did, mainly because this was my coach, the last person on earth I’d ever want thinking I couldn’t take it. I felt his cock enter me and push inside, deeper, deeper, until he was sunk all the way to his balls. I wanted nothing on earth so much as for it to be over. But then I felt his hands on me again, stroking my chest and jacking my cock. The pain subsided and I began tuning in to the sensation of having his meat inside me, the way it enhanced my own sexual pleasure and made me feel like I was going to cum harder than ever before. Coach started pumping my ass, slowly at first and then harder and faster, and it felt so damn great I heard that strange voice speaking again.
“Oh Coach, fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me!”
He gave it to me hard; I felt every one of his muscles straining. I heard him moan, softly at first and then loudly. I was over the edge, bucking and thrashing like crazy, and he rode me hard and wet all the way home. Finally I couldn’t hold out any more.
“I-I’m gonna cum!!!”
He grabbed me and rolled me over on the couch, his thick cock still buried inside me. My cock swelled and exploded, and I shot thick wads of hot cream all over my chest and stomach. Coach was beneath me, still fucking the daylights out of me until suddenly me squeezed me tight, his whole body stiffened and he let out a loud “AHHHHHH!!!!” His body erupted in spasms as he poured his thick hot cream into me, until finally his big cock softened and we lay exhausted together on the couch.
“Okay, Ryan, hit the showers.”
I grinned at him as we plodded off together to wash each other down. That part still sticks in my mind, going over his incredible body with soap and lather, and feeling his wet slick hands all over me. As I left his house, truly a new man, I felt a little sad that I’d be leaving high school and going off to college in the fall – but graduation was still a month away, and there was a whole summer to deal with after that.
The Coach was fairly new to our school; we were the first class of seniors that he’d taken all the way through from freshman year. He’d been a great swimmer himself in his day, and now in his early 30s he still looked like he could beat the trunks off any of us. He was a great looking guy too--sandy blond hair, blue eyes, and that classic square-jawed, All-American look that had all the girls in school wetting their seats. At six feet even, he was about an inch taller than me, but probably twenty pounds heavier and all muscle. I’d never even thought about him or any guy in a sexual way, but I’ll admit I did always notice the way his biceps filled out the sleeves of his polo shirt, and I thought to myself more than once that when I got to be his age, that was exactly the way I wanted to look.
After a while one of the guys mentioned something about homework, and everybody agreed we’d bullshitted enough for one night and got up and started heading for the door. Coach told everyone to be sure and drive carefully on our way home. I happened to be the last one out, except that before I could get through the door, Coach Williams grabbed my arm and pulled me back.
“Ryan, do you have a minute to talk?”
“Sure,” I said. He led me back into the living room and I took up my former position on the couch.
“Want a beer?”
“Sure thing!” That was strange. Coach was always dead set against us drinking, especially when we had a big meet coming up. But who was I to turn down a nice cold brew? He brought us a pair from the fridge, and we popped the tops and sat back and indulged ourselves.
“Ryan, I wanted to talk with you about your breast stroke.”
Suddenly there was a lump in my throat. That was my weakest stroke – and it was Coach Williams’ specialty. He’d won the PAC-10 title in the 200 back in college, and placed third at nationals. I guess I should have known sooner or later he’d bust my ass over it.
“You’re a great swimmer but you really lag in that event. I know you’re trying hard so I think there must be something wrong with your form. Why don’t you show me your stroke, and I’ll try to analyze it for you. Let’s start with the outsweep.”
“What, right here?”
“Yeah. Just the arm motion. Come on, stand up.”
Well, he was the coach. I drained what was left of my beer and set down the empty, then stood in the center of the room and a little awkwardly began going through the motions. “Like this?”
“Yes, but – why don’t you get rid of that shirt, so I can have a better look?”
Without even thinking I peeled off my T-shirt. After all, he was my swim coach and saw me shirtless every day. And anyway, it felt a little more comfortable doing a swim stroke on dry land now that I was a little more appropriately undressed.
“Okay, I think I see what’s going on. Now, let me show you something.”
Coach peeled off his own shirt, stood in front of me and started doing the arm strokes himself. I couldn’t help but stop and stare; it was the first time I’d ever seen him with his shirt off. I thought I was in pretty good shape – the best on the team – but Coach was built like you wouldn’t believe. As I looked over his tanned muscular body, it seemed like I was becoming a little short of breath.
“See what I’m doing here? Look at where my elbows are.”
“Uh huh.” I don’t even think I noticed the arm motions at all.
“Now you try. Come on. Slowly now. No, no – here, let me show you.”
God, I felt like such an idiot. I was completely incompetent. I really did want to do it just like he said, but something kept fucking me up. Nerves, I guess. Coach moved around behind me and positioned my elbows, grabbed my wrists and took me through the motions. I could feel his smooth pecs brushing against my shoulder blades with every stroke.
“See? That’s better. That’s right. You’ve got it now. Keep going.”
“Hey Coach, not that I’m ungrateful but… why are we doing this now? I mean, I’m an 18 year old senior, and the season’s almost over…”
“Well, Ryan, I’ve been keeping an eye on you for a while. You’ve come so far since you were a freshman. You’ve grown into quite a man. What are you, eighteen now?”
“Uh huh. I turned a couple months ago.”
“That’s good.” Something in the way he said that made me quit doing the arm strokes, and tense up a little. Coach reached out from behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. “Wow, those muscles are tight. Feels like you could use a rubdown.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
He started massaging my shoulders and neck. It felt good. It made me feel like he was pleased with me. I stood there feeling relaxed and content while he massaged me. My eyes slowly closed. Then an arm wrapped around me and began rubbing my chest. Then the other arm, sliding down my stomach to my waist…
“Uh – Coach! What’s going on?”
“It’s okay, Ryan. Everything’s okay. Relax.”
He began to unbutton my jeans.
“I don’t think so!”
I struggled hard and tried to break out of his grip but he had both my arms pinned to my sides. Coach Williams tightened his hold on me.
“I said it’s okay! Quit fighting me! It’s time you learned a few things, Ryan!”
A wave of panic swept over me. I was terrified, but at the same time there was also something very comforting in the way he held me. Somehow with his arms around me, the way he commanded me, I just felt safe and okay. I stopped struggling and resigned myself to whatever he had in store for me. He squeezed me tight. I could feel his stiff cock pressing against my ass cheeks through both our jeans.
“And don’t even bother telling me you don’t want this. I saw how you checked me out when I took my shirt off.”
“Okay, Coach,” I said meekly.
“Good. Now, let’s see what you’re really made of.”
He reached down and began stroking my cock through the denim. You better believe I was already hard as a rock. He unbuttoned my jeans and slowly unzipped me, still holding tight with one arm across my chest, and slipped his hand into my boxers. Of course I’d had my share of hand jobs from girls before – and even fucked a couple – but this felt so different. Being held in the strong grip of a muscular stud, being powerless to stop him as he manhandled my cock, it was the most exciting feeling I’d ever had in my life. He leaned in and started kissing my neck, and the next thing I knew his tongue was exploring my ear. I took a long, deep breath and moaned with pleasure.
“Ahh, you like that, huh?” he whispered.
“Yeahhh.”
“You want more?”
“Oh yeahh.”
In one quick move he slid my jeans and boxers down to my knees, wheeled around in front of me and kneeled on the carpet and took my hard cock into his mouth. He licked all around my fat swollen cock head, slid his wet lips down my seven inch shaft, swallowed me deeper than I ever thought anyone could. I clamped my hands to the back of his head and hung on for dear life as he worked my cock like no one had ever come close to before, and all the while as he licked and sucked my meat his hands were squeezing my ass cheeks and stroking my thighs. I had no idea a blow job could feel so damn good. He moved me over to the couch, sat me down and pulled off my shoes and my pants so I was naked before him, pushed me down on my back and spread my legs wide and went back to work.
Soon enough he moved on from my cock and was licking and sucking my balls. I loved the sensation, and I moaned gratefully and rubbed his shoulders and neck. Then he moved farther down, licked the underside of my sack and below, until his tongue found its way to the crack of my ass. When he finally hit my soft asshole, I let out a yelp.
“Oh, Coach! Oh, God!”
“You like that?”
“Yes, yes!”
“Well turn over on all fours then, and let’s do this right.”
I quickly complied, got myself in position, hugged the arm of the couch for support and stuck out my ass. He dove in like a champ, started licking around my asshole and teasing it with his tongue, then began working his way inside. I’d never felt anything like it before. I moaned helplessly, completely ecstatic as he jacked my stiff cock with one hand and his soft wet tongue probed my insides. I was so god damn excited I was shaking. It was the best sex of my life, and all I could think of was that I wanted more, more.
“You doing okay, Ryan?”
“Yeah, yeah, oh God yeah!”
“You like this huh?”
“Yesssss.”
“What else would you like?”
I knew what he meant. I would never have even considered it before, but my God he had my ass hungry for action. I heard the words come out of my mouth, but it was almost like someone else had said them.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“What’s that?”
“Fuck me, Coach, please fuck me!”
“Good boy.”
What had I just said? I looked back over my shoulder in terror. Coach was sliding off his pants. His hard cock looked monstrous; how could I want that inside me? But his eyes met mine and instantly I knew, I’d do anything he wanted. I braced myself and closed my eyes tight; I jumped a bit as I felt something cool and slippery on my ass – he was lubing me up, and himself too, from a bottle he pulled out of the end table. “Get ready,” he said, and I felt his hands on me, and his hips moving up against me, and – oh – God!
I wanted to scream. I felt like he was going to split me in half. The pain was nearly unbearable. But bear it I did, mainly because this was my coach, the last person on earth I’d ever want thinking I couldn’t take it. I felt his cock enter me and push inside, deeper, deeper, until he was sunk all the way to his balls. I wanted nothing on earth so much as for it to be over. But then I felt his hands on me again, stroking my chest and jacking my cock. The pain subsided and I began tuning in to the sensation of having his meat inside me, the way it enhanced my own sexual pleasure and made me feel like I was going to cum harder than ever before. Coach started pumping my ass, slowly at first and then harder and faster, and it felt so damn great I heard that strange voice speaking again.
“Oh Coach, fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me!”
He gave it to me hard; I felt every one of his muscles straining. I heard him moan, softly at first and then loudly. I was over the edge, bucking and thrashing like crazy, and he rode me hard and wet all the way home. Finally I couldn’t hold out any more.
“I-I’m gonna cum!!!”
He grabbed me and rolled me over on the couch, his thick cock still buried inside me. My cock swelled and exploded, and I shot thick wads of hot cream all over my chest and stomach. Coach was beneath me, still fucking the daylights out of me until suddenly me squeezed me tight, his whole body stiffened and he let out a loud “AHHHHHH!!!!” His body erupted in spasms as he poured his thick hot cream into me, until finally his big cock softened and we lay exhausted together on the couch.
“Okay, Ryan, hit the showers.”
I grinned at him as we plodded off together to wash each other down. That part still sticks in my mind, going over his incredible body with soap and lather, and feeling his wet slick hands all over me. As I left his house, truly a new man, I felt a little sad that I’d be leaving high school and going off to college in the fall – but graduation was still a month away, and there was a whole summer to deal with after that.
Making the Team
At eighteen I was a freshman, one of the new guys on the team. I hadn’t even been allowed to wrestle at a meet yet, even though I’d taken my weight class at state last year as a high school senior. I knew my turn would come and I just had to work hard and stay focused but it did get frustrating at times, and every once in a while I acted out. So one day I was goofing off at practice and the coach made me stay after and run extra laps. By the time I got back to the locker room, most all the other guys had showered and gone home.
All except for Greg; I hadn’t even noticed he was still around but when I got into the showers he came in right after me. Greg was one of the stars of the team, a senior who destroyed his opponents in every match. At 174 he was all muscle, a full 25 pounds heavier than me. He had that look of a classic hardcore jock, with a square jaw, dark hair and amazing blue eyes that always looked at you like he was sizing you up, judging how easy it would be to take you apart. Add to that a body that was the very definition of ripped, one I’d seen him use to dismantle anyone and everyone who crossed his path. He intimidated every guy on the team. Just being in the same shower with him, hurriedly washing myself down while he lathered up at the shower head just behind my back, made me feel a little nervous and on edge.
As I let the hot water run down over me I couldn’t help but notice the sound of the running water behind me. Greg didn’t seem to be washing himself or moving around at all, but just standing there quiet and still in the stream. Somehow I got the feeling he was staring straight at me. Then suddenly without warning he lunged, wrapped his arms around me pinning my arms at my sides and hooking his leg around mine. He had me locked down tight; I couldn’t move.
“Hey man, what are you doing?” I blurted out.
“Quiet down, bitch--unless you want hurt.”
Part of me felt like screaming for help but I didn’t dare go against what he said to me. His strength was incredible. I was terrified. His shaved smooth torso pressed hard against my back; I could feel his limp package jammed into the crack of my ass. He shifted his hold and with one massive arm across my chest kept both my arms tied up. Then his other hand slid down my stomach. His fingers ran through my wet soapy pubes and then wrapped around my soft cock. He squeezed it and began to roughly massage it. I was almost too afraid to breathe. But my cock began to stiffen.
“Let me go! Please!”
But he only replied “Mmmmmmmm” low and deep.
I struggled uselessly in his grip. Each move I made only spurred him to pull me in tighter. He soon had my cock at full length and was stroking and jacking it at his pleasure. My heart pounded. I felt like my skin was on fire. His hips began grinding against my ass; thank God his cock wasn’t hard. Then in spite of my terror I felt a familiar tingle arising in my loins and spreading into my stomach and down my legs. My ball sack tightened. His strong soapy hand worked my cock hard, mercilessly. I couldn’t hold back. A big spurt of cum shot out, and my whole body erupted in spasms and shudders. Wave after wave of hot cream gushed out, splattered the tile wall and washed down the drain. His grip relaxed but he still held me in his control, until the last spurt had subsided and my cock was limp and dangling. He leaned in and crooned into my ear.
“That’s a good boy.” And then pushed me away, like he was tossing out a used Kleenex.
I didn’t know what to do. I felt violated, but in an odd way it had been exciting too. Something about the way he’d held me was – I don’t know. Reassuring. Good. But totally wrong too. I stayed in the shower only long enough to catch my breath, then headed for the lockers without even taking a look back at him.
I was just getting dressed – I’d almost escaped – when I heard a flush from the stalls, and Pete came strolling into the locker area. He was another senior, a weight class above Greg, and a world class smartass. He looked me over and gave me a mocking grin.
“Well. Here’s the little bitch. Did you have fun with your daddy in the shower?”
I was so embarrassed I wanted to die. He’d seen me – I didn’t know how much, but obviously enough. He laughed at me cruelly, and unleashed another taunt.
“Guess you’re learning to wrestle the hard way, huh?”
And then Greg came in from the shower, dripping wet and naked, with his towel slung over his shoulder. Without a word he gave Pete a shove, slammed him into the lockers and then ran up against him, with a forearm mashed tight across Pete’s throat.
“You got something to say, bitch? Better leave him alone or you’ll get worse. A LOT worse.”
Pete let out a meek whimper. Greg let him go and gave him another shove as he scurried out of the locker room. I didn’t know what to think; I just sat there on the bench hurriedly tying on my shoes. Greg wrapped the towel around his waist, walked over to me, straddled the bench and sat down beside me. He reached out and put a hand on my shoulder.
“Hey man, you’re okay aren’t you? I’m sorry for, uh – I was just clowning around. We’re good, aren’t we?”
Hesitantly I looked up at his face. He was smiling. I’d never seen him smile at anyone before – unless you count the bitter little smirks he gave to downed opponents. God damn, he was handsome when he smiled. But I was still shell-shocked; I couldn’t say a word. He gave me a little nudge.
“Tell you what; I’ll make it up to you. How does pizza and beer sound? I’ll buy.”
Pizza and beer? That was way off our training diet. To be honest I’d been craving a good old high calorie meal for weeks, and a nice cold beer would go down so smooth. And this was the stud of the whole wrestling team offering? I couldn’t say no.
“Yeah okay, sounds good to me.”
“Cool.”
So I gathered my gear and when Greg was done dressing I followed him to his apartment. He had a little place to himself just off campus. I could tell he didn’t get many visitors; dirty laundry, books, magazines were strewn everywhere. As soon as we were inside, Greg peeled off his shirt.
“I hope you don’t mind; it’s always kinda stuffy in here so I don’t wear too much around the house.”
“I don’t blame you. If I was built like you I’d never wear a shirt.”
He gave me a funny, narrow-eyed smile.
“You’re not doing so bad. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. Go ahead, don’t be shy. Feel free.”
I shrugged and peeled off my own shirt as he pulled a couple beers for us out of the fridge. I had to admit it was much more comfortable. We sat down on the couch and drank and talked, pretty soon the pizza arrived and we dug in hungrily. By the time we were on our third beer and fighting over the last slice, we were like old friends, talking and joking and laughing together. I couldn’t believe how different he was now from the way I usually saw him at practice, at meets, even just walking around campus. This was not a guy I should be afraid of.
He pushed the empty pizza box aside and slid over toward me, narrowing the distance between us on the couch.
“So tell me, when I attacked you in the shower today, what did you think?”
I laughed. “I didn’t know. I thought you were some kind of monster or something.”
“You didn’t think, who’s this gay guy attacking me?”
“Nah. I dunno. I was just scared.”
“But part of you liked it. Obviously.”
I laughed again. “I guess.”
“That’s cool. I like to test my buddies, find out what they’re made of. You’re a good guy, I can tell. You’re in good shape too.” He reached over and rubbed his hand across my chest.
“Thanks man. That’s a real compliment coming from you.”
“Tell you what; just to show there’s no hard feelings, why don’t you give me a hug? Are you comfortable with that?”
Truth be known, I wasn’t at all comfortable. It wasn’t a situation I’d ever been in before. But the way he looked at me, his soft eyes, his gorgeous smile, at that moment there was nothing he could ask for I wouldn’t give him. “Yeah, okay.”
He wrapped his arms around me and held me close. He held me firmly but tenderly, nothing like the mauling I’d received in the showers. The feeling of his muscular body against me was unbearable. In an instant we were making out; I was mashing my lips against his and our tongues were wrestling each other, our hands groping and exploring each other’s bodies. I’m not even sure if he started it, or I did. All I know is I wanted him badly, and he wanted me, and it was the greatest, hottest, most exciting feeling of my life. His hands rubbed my quickly hardening cock through my jeans, unbuttoned them, worked their way inside. I slipped my hands into the waistband of his shorts, slid them over his smooth ass cheeks. We undressed each other savagely, stretched out naked together on the couch, kissing and holding each other and grinding our bodies together.
Greg kissed my neck, worked his way slowly down to my chest. He kissed and licked my nipples, and nibbled them with careful, eager teeth. The sensation drove me wild. I stroked his head and massaged his shoulders as his tongue traced a line down the center of my abs to my navel, and then teased the swollen head of my cock. I yelped and moaned as he took my cock head in his thick lips and slid my stiff meat into his mouth. He took it all in, pulled back all the way to the rim of the head and then sucked it in again. God, it felt good. My body writhed and my legs flexed and pawed for traction as he gave me the sucking of my life. Then he slipped my cock out of his mouth and gripped it firmly in his hand.
“Now let’s see how far you really want to go.”
Greg began kissing my balls and sucking them into his mouth. I squirmed with pleasure. He worked his way underneath my ball sack, kissing and licking and burying his face between my legs. I spread my thighs wide to give him all the room he could use. Then in one quick move he pushed my thighs up and apart with his shoulders, leaned in and began licking my crack, all the while jacking my cock with one hand. I’d never felt anything like it before in my life. I moaned loudly, “Yeahhh… oh yeahhhhh…” as his tongue found my soft anus and teased it, poked at it and then pushed inside. In that moment I gave up my body to him completely. He owned me, and he knew it. I squirmed and thrashed as his tongue tortured and licked and probed me. Then his tongue came out and his fingers went in, first one, then two. He took my cock in his mouth again and sucked me in deep as a third finger slid up my ass.
“Ohh… God!… Ohh… Fuck!”
“Now tell me what you want.”
“Yesss!… Ohhh…”
“Tell me.”
“Yesss!… Fuck me!… Greg… Fuck me!”
“That’s a good boy.”
His fingers pulled out of my ass. He stood up from the couch and gave my cock a quick squeeze and flashed me a devilish grin. For the first time I got a good look at his hard rod. I began to regret my words; it was enormous. But I looked at the man, his gorgeous body and the look in his eyes and from head to toe there was nothing I wanted more. He gazed down at me for a moment, then trotted off to the bathroom and returned in a heartbeat with a bottle of lube and a condom.
“Now just relax, stud…”
I felt the cool lube on his fingers smearing over my anus and slipping inside; it made me jump. I watched as he rolled on the condom and greased it up, and I spread my legs wide as he moved in on top of me. He pushed my thighs up to my chest and I felt his thick cock pressing against my hole. I wanted it in me so bad. I loosened myself, let his cock head push into my hole and then felt his long, hard shaft sliding in.
It hurt like hell but I was determined to take it all. I wanted to show him I could take it like a man. I lay back and stroked my cock as he began to pump my ass, slow and steady, his powerful body flexing and grinding against me. He quickened his pace, plowed me harder and stronger, and I wrapped my legs around him and held on for dear life. His cock in my ass felt incredibly good, better than I could have ever imagined, and I flexed my hips to take him in still deeper. He leaned in and I kissed him desperately. His eyes were intense, on fire. He pounded my ass like an animal. Soon I felt the cum welling up inside me. My balls ached for release.
“Oh God, I’m gonna cum – ”
“Wait man, wait for me…”
He slammed into me with two deep long strokes, three, four, five. I couldn’t hold out any longer. My cock exploded, splattering hot cream all over my abs and chest, shooting almost clear up to my shoulder. Greg let out a loud yell and his whole body quaked. He buried his cock deep inside me, his muscles tensed and he ripped loose in violent spasms. Finally he collapsed on top of me, completely spent. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close, and he kissed me softly and pressed his warm cheek against mine. Later, much later, we got up from the couch and showered together, got dressed, sat down on the dry end of the couch just gazing and smiling at each other. Finally he spoke up.
“Do this again some time?”
“Oh God yeah--every night we can.”
“Good.”
He stroked my thigh lightly with his hand.
“Man, it’s funny,” I said. “How random is it that all this happened just because we ended up in the showers at the same time today after practice?”
“Yeah.” He smiled. “I was beginning to think I’d never catch you alone.”
All except for Greg; I hadn’t even noticed he was still around but when I got into the showers he came in right after me. Greg was one of the stars of the team, a senior who destroyed his opponents in every match. At 174 he was all muscle, a full 25 pounds heavier than me. He had that look of a classic hardcore jock, with a square jaw, dark hair and amazing blue eyes that always looked at you like he was sizing you up, judging how easy it would be to take you apart. Add to that a body that was the very definition of ripped, one I’d seen him use to dismantle anyone and everyone who crossed his path. He intimidated every guy on the team. Just being in the same shower with him, hurriedly washing myself down while he lathered up at the shower head just behind my back, made me feel a little nervous and on edge.
As I let the hot water run down over me I couldn’t help but notice the sound of the running water behind me. Greg didn’t seem to be washing himself or moving around at all, but just standing there quiet and still in the stream. Somehow I got the feeling he was staring straight at me. Then suddenly without warning he lunged, wrapped his arms around me pinning my arms at my sides and hooking his leg around mine. He had me locked down tight; I couldn’t move.
“Hey man, what are you doing?” I blurted out.
“Quiet down, bitch--unless you want hurt.”
Part of me felt like screaming for help but I didn’t dare go against what he said to me. His strength was incredible. I was terrified. His shaved smooth torso pressed hard against my back; I could feel his limp package jammed into the crack of my ass. He shifted his hold and with one massive arm across my chest kept both my arms tied up. Then his other hand slid down my stomach. His fingers ran through my wet soapy pubes and then wrapped around my soft cock. He squeezed it and began to roughly massage it. I was almost too afraid to breathe. But my cock began to stiffen.
“Let me go! Please!”
But he only replied “Mmmmmmmm” low and deep.
I struggled uselessly in his grip. Each move I made only spurred him to pull me in tighter. He soon had my cock at full length and was stroking and jacking it at his pleasure. My heart pounded. I felt like my skin was on fire. His hips began grinding against my ass; thank God his cock wasn’t hard. Then in spite of my terror I felt a familiar tingle arising in my loins and spreading into my stomach and down my legs. My ball sack tightened. His strong soapy hand worked my cock hard, mercilessly. I couldn’t hold back. A big spurt of cum shot out, and my whole body erupted in spasms and shudders. Wave after wave of hot cream gushed out, splattered the tile wall and washed down the drain. His grip relaxed but he still held me in his control, until the last spurt had subsided and my cock was limp and dangling. He leaned in and crooned into my ear.
“That’s a good boy.” And then pushed me away, like he was tossing out a used Kleenex.
I didn’t know what to do. I felt violated, but in an odd way it had been exciting too. Something about the way he’d held me was – I don’t know. Reassuring. Good. But totally wrong too. I stayed in the shower only long enough to catch my breath, then headed for the lockers without even taking a look back at him.
I was just getting dressed – I’d almost escaped – when I heard a flush from the stalls, and Pete came strolling into the locker area. He was another senior, a weight class above Greg, and a world class smartass. He looked me over and gave me a mocking grin.
“Well. Here’s the little bitch. Did you have fun with your daddy in the shower?”
I was so embarrassed I wanted to die. He’d seen me – I didn’t know how much, but obviously enough. He laughed at me cruelly, and unleashed another taunt.
“Guess you’re learning to wrestle the hard way, huh?”
And then Greg came in from the shower, dripping wet and naked, with his towel slung over his shoulder. Without a word he gave Pete a shove, slammed him into the lockers and then ran up against him, with a forearm mashed tight across Pete’s throat.
“You got something to say, bitch? Better leave him alone or you’ll get worse. A LOT worse.”
Pete let out a meek whimper. Greg let him go and gave him another shove as he scurried out of the locker room. I didn’t know what to think; I just sat there on the bench hurriedly tying on my shoes. Greg wrapped the towel around his waist, walked over to me, straddled the bench and sat down beside me. He reached out and put a hand on my shoulder.
“Hey man, you’re okay aren’t you? I’m sorry for, uh – I was just clowning around. We’re good, aren’t we?”
Hesitantly I looked up at his face. He was smiling. I’d never seen him smile at anyone before – unless you count the bitter little smirks he gave to downed opponents. God damn, he was handsome when he smiled. But I was still shell-shocked; I couldn’t say a word. He gave me a little nudge.
“Tell you what; I’ll make it up to you. How does pizza and beer sound? I’ll buy.”
Pizza and beer? That was way off our training diet. To be honest I’d been craving a good old high calorie meal for weeks, and a nice cold beer would go down so smooth. And this was the stud of the whole wrestling team offering? I couldn’t say no.
“Yeah okay, sounds good to me.”
“Cool.”
So I gathered my gear and when Greg was done dressing I followed him to his apartment. He had a little place to himself just off campus. I could tell he didn’t get many visitors; dirty laundry, books, magazines were strewn everywhere. As soon as we were inside, Greg peeled off his shirt.
“I hope you don’t mind; it’s always kinda stuffy in here so I don’t wear too much around the house.”
“I don’t blame you. If I was built like you I’d never wear a shirt.”
He gave me a funny, narrow-eyed smile.
“You’re not doing so bad. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. Go ahead, don’t be shy. Feel free.”
I shrugged and peeled off my own shirt as he pulled a couple beers for us out of the fridge. I had to admit it was much more comfortable. We sat down on the couch and drank and talked, pretty soon the pizza arrived and we dug in hungrily. By the time we were on our third beer and fighting over the last slice, we were like old friends, talking and joking and laughing together. I couldn’t believe how different he was now from the way I usually saw him at practice, at meets, even just walking around campus. This was not a guy I should be afraid of.
He pushed the empty pizza box aside and slid over toward me, narrowing the distance between us on the couch.
“So tell me, when I attacked you in the shower today, what did you think?”
I laughed. “I didn’t know. I thought you were some kind of monster or something.”
“You didn’t think, who’s this gay guy attacking me?”
“Nah. I dunno. I was just scared.”
“But part of you liked it. Obviously.”
I laughed again. “I guess.”
“That’s cool. I like to test my buddies, find out what they’re made of. You’re a good guy, I can tell. You’re in good shape too.” He reached over and rubbed his hand across my chest.
“Thanks man. That’s a real compliment coming from you.”
“Tell you what; just to show there’s no hard feelings, why don’t you give me a hug? Are you comfortable with that?”
Truth be known, I wasn’t at all comfortable. It wasn’t a situation I’d ever been in before. But the way he looked at me, his soft eyes, his gorgeous smile, at that moment there was nothing he could ask for I wouldn’t give him. “Yeah, okay.”
He wrapped his arms around me and held me close. He held me firmly but tenderly, nothing like the mauling I’d received in the showers. The feeling of his muscular body against me was unbearable. In an instant we were making out; I was mashing my lips against his and our tongues were wrestling each other, our hands groping and exploring each other’s bodies. I’m not even sure if he started it, or I did. All I know is I wanted him badly, and he wanted me, and it was the greatest, hottest, most exciting feeling of my life. His hands rubbed my quickly hardening cock through my jeans, unbuttoned them, worked their way inside. I slipped my hands into the waistband of his shorts, slid them over his smooth ass cheeks. We undressed each other savagely, stretched out naked together on the couch, kissing and holding each other and grinding our bodies together.
Greg kissed my neck, worked his way slowly down to my chest. He kissed and licked my nipples, and nibbled them with careful, eager teeth. The sensation drove me wild. I stroked his head and massaged his shoulders as his tongue traced a line down the center of my abs to my navel, and then teased the swollen head of my cock. I yelped and moaned as he took my cock head in his thick lips and slid my stiff meat into his mouth. He took it all in, pulled back all the way to the rim of the head and then sucked it in again. God, it felt good. My body writhed and my legs flexed and pawed for traction as he gave me the sucking of my life. Then he slipped my cock out of his mouth and gripped it firmly in his hand.
“Now let’s see how far you really want to go.”
Greg began kissing my balls and sucking them into his mouth. I squirmed with pleasure. He worked his way underneath my ball sack, kissing and licking and burying his face between my legs. I spread my thighs wide to give him all the room he could use. Then in one quick move he pushed my thighs up and apart with his shoulders, leaned in and began licking my crack, all the while jacking my cock with one hand. I’d never felt anything like it before in my life. I moaned loudly, “Yeahhh… oh yeahhhhh…” as his tongue found my soft anus and teased it, poked at it and then pushed inside. In that moment I gave up my body to him completely. He owned me, and he knew it. I squirmed and thrashed as his tongue tortured and licked and probed me. Then his tongue came out and his fingers went in, first one, then two. He took my cock in his mouth again and sucked me in deep as a third finger slid up my ass.
“Ohh… God!… Ohh… Fuck!”
“Now tell me what you want.”
“Yesss!… Ohhh…”
“Tell me.”
“Yesss!… Fuck me!… Greg… Fuck me!”
“That’s a good boy.”
His fingers pulled out of my ass. He stood up from the couch and gave my cock a quick squeeze and flashed me a devilish grin. For the first time I got a good look at his hard rod. I began to regret my words; it was enormous. But I looked at the man, his gorgeous body and the look in his eyes and from head to toe there was nothing I wanted more. He gazed down at me for a moment, then trotted off to the bathroom and returned in a heartbeat with a bottle of lube and a condom.
“Now just relax, stud…”
I felt the cool lube on his fingers smearing over my anus and slipping inside; it made me jump. I watched as he rolled on the condom and greased it up, and I spread my legs wide as he moved in on top of me. He pushed my thighs up to my chest and I felt his thick cock pressing against my hole. I wanted it in me so bad. I loosened myself, let his cock head push into my hole and then felt his long, hard shaft sliding in.
It hurt like hell but I was determined to take it all. I wanted to show him I could take it like a man. I lay back and stroked my cock as he began to pump my ass, slow and steady, his powerful body flexing and grinding against me. He quickened his pace, plowed me harder and stronger, and I wrapped my legs around him and held on for dear life. His cock in my ass felt incredibly good, better than I could have ever imagined, and I flexed my hips to take him in still deeper. He leaned in and I kissed him desperately. His eyes were intense, on fire. He pounded my ass like an animal. Soon I felt the cum welling up inside me. My balls ached for release.
“Oh God, I’m gonna cum – ”
“Wait man, wait for me…”
He slammed into me with two deep long strokes, three, four, five. I couldn’t hold out any longer. My cock exploded, splattering hot cream all over my abs and chest, shooting almost clear up to my shoulder. Greg let out a loud yell and his whole body quaked. He buried his cock deep inside me, his muscles tensed and he ripped loose in violent spasms. Finally he collapsed on top of me, completely spent. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close, and he kissed me softly and pressed his warm cheek against mine. Later, much later, we got up from the couch and showered together, got dressed, sat down on the dry end of the couch just gazing and smiling at each other. Finally he spoke up.
“Do this again some time?”
“Oh God yeah--every night we can.”
“Good.”
He stroked my thigh lightly with his hand.
“Man, it’s funny,” I said. “How random is it that all this happened just because we ended up in the showers at the same time today after practice?”
“Yeah.” He smiled. “I was beginning to think I’d never catch you alone.”
The Stawberry blonde
My name is Jack, I am 56, masculine, salt and pepper hair, reasonable shape I think. I work out regular and like to run the occasional marathon. I came out late in life. Been married, have kids of my own and discovered the joys of man on man sex in my late 40’s and now consider myself bi with more of a tendency towards guys. At 40 I was over weight and out of shape and had a bit of a midlife crisis. That prompted me to work out and get fit. That in turn was when I discovered guys checking me out.
Enough of me though let me tell you about Troy a young man I have seen on a number of occasions. He considers himself straight which might seem unlikely considering what we get up too. But his reasons for doing what he does is not sexual attraction but exhibitionism, control and humiliation. He has always been aroused by feeling a lack of control, being watched or by being humiliated. He told me he found it hard to meet girls who were really able to fulfil his fantasies to the extent he wanted. That is where I came in. Let me start at the beginning…
It was my birthday. I was 55 and feeling good. The gym was not very busy in the early afternoon and I was able to use the equipment without having to wait. I ended my workout as usual with a long run on the running machine. It was cranked up high speed and incline all the way up as I ran sweat dripping off me. A cute young man in his 20’s walked past. Short dirty strawberry blonde hair that was scruffy, a striped rugby shirt and black rugby shorts that clung in all the right areas. I watched as he made his way in to the changing room.
A couple of minutes later I entered the changing room and stripped off my work out gear. I chucked my towel over my shoulder and made my way to the showers taking a quick glance of my naked physique as I walked passed the full length mirrors. “Not bad mate, not bad”
This was not the closest gym to where I lived but it was one of few nowadays that still had a large communal changing room and shower. It was always nice to window shop after a work out, you know see who has got what.
I heard the flow of water from the shower room and knew today someone else was in there. I was pleased to see it was the young man who I had noticed moments earlier. I hung up my towel on a hook and turned on a shower as I glanced over at his smooth pale body. His arse cheeks perfectly rounded, chunky thighs, narrow waist and widening upper torso speckled with a few freckles. I soaped my hairy chest as I watched him soap between his legs. His hands reaching between those chunky thighs and his fingers soaping the smooth crack of his arse.
He seemed at first oblivious to me as I watched him. Then he glanced up ever so quickly before returning his attention to his lathering up. I kept my gaze as I faced him and soaped my cock and balls. I pulled back my foreskin to clean behind the head as I continued to watch for any sign of interest. I had learnt it paid not to be shy.
He turned around and now faced me. His chest smooth and perfectly formed with large nipples that stood proud. He had a small patch of hair running from his belly button down which tapered into a thick bush of strawberry blonde pubic hair around his low hanging uncut cock and balls. He glanced up again and caught my gaze then immediately looked down to continue soaping. He began to soap his cock and balls as I watched. He made no attempt to hide or turn around as his cock become semi hard. Still facing me he began to soap his hair and face as his pale cock jutted out its bright purple head just peaking out from the foreskin.
My own cock hardened as I watched but he did not seem to look. Instead he continued to rinse his hair as his cock become fully erect and standing proud. It throbbed occasionally as I watched bouncing up and down under the strong stream of water.
I began to lather up and soap my now hard cock. Stroking my full length purposely waiting for him to look. His hands reached for the soap dispenser and he filled his palms with soap before beginning to soap the length of his own cock pulling back the foreskin fully to expose his swollen purple cock head and covering it in a thick layer of soap suds.
He never once looked over at me but intently looked down at his own cock as his strokes become more vigorous his body tensing up. His breathing become heavy as he let go of his cock and gripped his fists tight at his side every muscle clenching tightly. He held his breath and arched his back thrusting his hips in my direction as his cock let loose a seemingly unending stream of cum. Finaly his body went limp as the last few drops dripped down to the tile floor and was washed away.
Still without any kind of glance at me he turned off the shower and reached for his towel quickly wrapping it around his waist and walking briskly towards the changing room.
I remained in the shower debating whether to finish myself off but instead I turned of the shower and headed for the changing room my towel draped over my shoulder as my now slowly softening cock swung side to side dripping pre cum.
The young man was almost fully dressed. His hair still wet, his t shirt clung to his still damp body. This kid seemed in a rush to get out for sure. I felt slightly guilty for having encouraged him wondering if he had taken himself too far. I had wrestled with my own feelings for a while and knew how difficult it could be. I decided to at least be a grown up and confront it head on. I wrapped my towel around my waist and walked over to where the kid now sat doing up his laces on his trainers. “Hey you look like you needed that” His eyes remained fixed on his laces as his hands trembled. “Yeah I guess so” “Can be hard to hold it back after a work out that’s for sure. You know when the adrenalin is pumping an all gets me real horny” He stood up and picked up his sports bag slinging it over his shoulder as he went to walk off. “Look don’t worry about it nothing happened” He stopped in his tracks and looked at me the cheeks of his boyish face bright red and flushed. “Dude I just wanked off in the showers in front of you” “Look here is my card it has an e mail address if you want to contact me or just want to chat” He took it from me and stuffed it in his pocket before he stormed out.
I never really expected to hear from him and just reminded myself to stay away from the young 20 somethings in the future. Three weeks later I opened up my inbox to find an e mail…
“Hi, Sorry for the delay in sending an e mail. I have been thinking about you watching me naked in the shower. You watching me as I soaped up my naked body, as I stroked my cock, as I shot my load. I get hard every time I think of you watching me and wonder what you would do to me if you had me alone. When I shower at home I think of you walking in fully dressed and forcing me to do things. Things I don’t want to do but you don’t give me the choice. You order me to stroke my cock and finger my arse as you watch. You humiliate me and use me in ways I have never thought of. You take control of my body and do as you please. Contact me"...
Enough of me though let me tell you about Troy a young man I have seen on a number of occasions. He considers himself straight which might seem unlikely considering what we get up too. But his reasons for doing what he does is not sexual attraction but exhibitionism, control and humiliation. He has always been aroused by feeling a lack of control, being watched or by being humiliated. He told me he found it hard to meet girls who were really able to fulfil his fantasies to the extent he wanted. That is where I came in. Let me start at the beginning…
It was my birthday. I was 55 and feeling good. The gym was not very busy in the early afternoon and I was able to use the equipment without having to wait. I ended my workout as usual with a long run on the running machine. It was cranked up high speed and incline all the way up as I ran sweat dripping off me. A cute young man in his 20’s walked past. Short dirty strawberry blonde hair that was scruffy, a striped rugby shirt and black rugby shorts that clung in all the right areas. I watched as he made his way in to the changing room.
A couple of minutes later I entered the changing room and stripped off my work out gear. I chucked my towel over my shoulder and made my way to the showers taking a quick glance of my naked physique as I walked passed the full length mirrors. “Not bad mate, not bad”
This was not the closest gym to where I lived but it was one of few nowadays that still had a large communal changing room and shower. It was always nice to window shop after a work out, you know see who has got what.
I heard the flow of water from the shower room and knew today someone else was in there. I was pleased to see it was the young man who I had noticed moments earlier. I hung up my towel on a hook and turned on a shower as I glanced over at his smooth pale body. His arse cheeks perfectly rounded, chunky thighs, narrow waist and widening upper torso speckled with a few freckles. I soaped my hairy chest as I watched him soap between his legs. His hands reaching between those chunky thighs and his fingers soaping the smooth crack of his arse.
He seemed at first oblivious to me as I watched him. Then he glanced up ever so quickly before returning his attention to his lathering up. I kept my gaze as I faced him and soaped my cock and balls. I pulled back my foreskin to clean behind the head as I continued to watch for any sign of interest. I had learnt it paid not to be shy.
He turned around and now faced me. His chest smooth and perfectly formed with large nipples that stood proud. He had a small patch of hair running from his belly button down which tapered into a thick bush of strawberry blonde pubic hair around his low hanging uncut cock and balls. He glanced up again and caught my gaze then immediately looked down to continue soaping. He began to soap his cock and balls as I watched. He made no attempt to hide or turn around as his cock become semi hard. Still facing me he began to soap his hair and face as his pale cock jutted out its bright purple head just peaking out from the foreskin.
My own cock hardened as I watched but he did not seem to look. Instead he continued to rinse his hair as his cock become fully erect and standing proud. It throbbed occasionally as I watched bouncing up and down under the strong stream of water.
I began to lather up and soap my now hard cock. Stroking my full length purposely waiting for him to look. His hands reached for the soap dispenser and he filled his palms with soap before beginning to soap the length of his own cock pulling back the foreskin fully to expose his swollen purple cock head and covering it in a thick layer of soap suds.
He never once looked over at me but intently looked down at his own cock as his strokes become more vigorous his body tensing up. His breathing become heavy as he let go of his cock and gripped his fists tight at his side every muscle clenching tightly. He held his breath and arched his back thrusting his hips in my direction as his cock let loose a seemingly unending stream of cum. Finaly his body went limp as the last few drops dripped down to the tile floor and was washed away.
Still without any kind of glance at me he turned off the shower and reached for his towel quickly wrapping it around his waist and walking briskly towards the changing room.
I remained in the shower debating whether to finish myself off but instead I turned of the shower and headed for the changing room my towel draped over my shoulder as my now slowly softening cock swung side to side dripping pre cum.
The young man was almost fully dressed. His hair still wet, his t shirt clung to his still damp body. This kid seemed in a rush to get out for sure. I felt slightly guilty for having encouraged him wondering if he had taken himself too far. I had wrestled with my own feelings for a while and knew how difficult it could be. I decided to at least be a grown up and confront it head on. I wrapped my towel around my waist and walked over to where the kid now sat doing up his laces on his trainers. “Hey you look like you needed that” His eyes remained fixed on his laces as his hands trembled. “Yeah I guess so” “Can be hard to hold it back after a work out that’s for sure. You know when the adrenalin is pumping an all gets me real horny” He stood up and picked up his sports bag slinging it over his shoulder as he went to walk off. “Look don’t worry about it nothing happened” He stopped in his tracks and looked at me the cheeks of his boyish face bright red and flushed. “Dude I just wanked off in the showers in front of you” “Look here is my card it has an e mail address if you want to contact me or just want to chat” He took it from me and stuffed it in his pocket before he stormed out.
I never really expected to hear from him and just reminded myself to stay away from the young 20 somethings in the future. Three weeks later I opened up my inbox to find an e mail…
“Hi, Sorry for the delay in sending an e mail. I have been thinking about you watching me naked in the shower. You watching me as I soaped up my naked body, as I stroked my cock, as I shot my load. I get hard every time I think of you watching me and wonder what you would do to me if you had me alone. When I shower at home I think of you walking in fully dressed and forcing me to do things. Things I don’t want to do but you don’t give me the choice. You order me to stroke my cock and finger my arse as you watch. You humiliate me and use me in ways I have never thought of. You take control of my body and do as you please. Contact me"...
It Just Happened
A few weeks ago I got a call from my aunt asking if I was interested in doing a small decorating job for their neighbours. I was hard up for cash so I said I would be happy to do it.
I had met my aunt’s neighbors a few times when my aunt and uncle had barbeques and birthday parties. I remember when I first saw him thinking he had an amazing sexual energy, if that makes sense. He was not classically good looking and he did not have a gym toned body. He was in his late 50's 6’2” very ordinary looking with dark hair that was thinning slightly, a stocky build with a slight pot belly and thick chest hair that stuck out where his shirt buttons where undone.
But something about him gave off an energy that aroused me. It seemed not to be lost on women who seemed to flirt with him when his wife was out of site.
I arrived on the Friday morning when he was already at work and his wife Cynthia opened the door. She is a blonde skinny woman in her mid 50’s that has a stick right up her arse. As my mother would say “all fur coat and no knickers’. She came from a working class back ground but thought she was special.
“Ah hello. Please take your shoes off and come in” she said looking down at my grubby work boots. “I was just about to go out and won’t be back tonight. The smell of paint does not agree with me so I will be staying at a health spa. George will be back about 5pm. He has left instructions for what we want, there is water in the fridge help yourself”. And with that she was gone. “Bloody tight bitch” I thought to myself.
So I changed into my black all in one painting overalls and began sanding down and prepping the walls.
It was a few hours into the work when I got the most raging hard on that would not go away. I tried thinking of mundane things but it was no good it was throbbing ten to the dozen. I decided there was only one course of action and first browsed through the video collection. As I should have guessed nothing close to porn. I went to the bedroom and searched around “if I was a hidden stash of porn where would I be?”
My search came up with no porn but I did find a pair of white y front underwear under the bed. I picked them up and looked at them. Then I held them to my face. A musky odour filled my nose which made my cock throb more. I undone my zip to pull it free as I inhaled the manly scent from where his cock and balls must have sweated.
I felt light headed and intoxicated by the smell as I inhaled deeply while I stroked my hard cock. Sticking the fabric in my mouth and tasting it with my tongue as I wanked off my meat. It was not long and as I pushed the fabric tight against my face I shot my hot milky load.
I cleaned up and threw the underwear back under the bed before returning to painting.
It must have been dead on 5pm when George returned home and he stuck his head around the door to say hi. I was up a ladder at the time paint brush in hand.
“Hey George how is it going mate?” “Good thanks. How is the painting coming along?” He glanced around the room before his gaze seemed to stop at my crutch.
“It is going well. Not much to do and will be finished by tomorrow to be honest”. He looked up at me as he spoke “great. Decorating not really my thing so glad you could help”. “Well nothing to complicated here” I said as I scanned around the room. When I looked back at him his eyes where back at my crutch.
“Well I had better let you get on. What time do you plan to pack up?” He finally looked back at my face. “I was going to do another hour then pack up” “You want me to get pizza in when you are done?” “Sure if that is OK”
He left the room and shut the door behind him and I immediately looked down to see what had caught his attention. I noticed not only had I left my zip on my overalls undone but there where a few stains around the area from earlier that differed from the look of spattered paint.
I told myself I had imagined it and that he was not looking at that.
It was 6pm and the door opened as I just finished putting my brushes in to soak. “You done for today?” George asked “Yeah I was just about to change out of my overalls” “Any particular pizza you fancy?” “What do they have?” I asked as I began to unbutton my overalls “Well let me read them out while you get changed” “OK” I said wondering if he was now just hanging around to get a peek. I reminded myself he was married and straight. It was just my imagination or wishful thinking.
As he read from the menu I took off my boots before undoing the rest of the buttons and dropping my overalls to the floor. As usual I was wearing nothing underneath so was stood bare arse naked as he continued to read from the menu.
I saw him glance up from the menu a few times and stutter a bit as he read aloud. I stood naked folding my overalls before I bent over and put them in the bag. My cock began to grow. The fact that I was naked and he was fully dressed aroused me no end.
I stood upright facing him my cock now semi hard. “Meat feast sounds good with some garlic bread. Do they do Jalapeno’s?” I saw his gaze fixed on my cock as he stuttered. “Err… I think so. Yes, yes they do” “Great sounds good to me. Do you mind if I have a shower I feel a bit grubby?” I said as I gripped hold of my balls and give them a gentle purposeful tug. “No that’s fine let me show you where it is”
I followed him naked up the stairs to the bathroom. He reached over to the shower and turned it on. “Let me get it the right temperature and then get you a towel” I was convinced he was checking me out as I stood naked baring all, my cock now back to being flaccid.
I stepped under the rushing water as George went to fetch a towel. He returned as I was lathering up my hairy chest.
“Bet that feels better” I groaned “you have no idea” I was aware of him stood gripping the towel in his hand but I did no look at him. I just reached further down with the lather to soap my cock and balls.
He was totally silent as I soaped up my cock. My head under the shower my eyes closed. I could feel his eyes looking at me as my cock began to enlarge to a semi erect state.
I stepped out from the flow of water and lathered up my head and face as my cock proceeded to harden and throb. “Ah that feels really good let me tell you” I said as I let out another groan.
As my hands scrubbed my face I become aware of a light sensation on my cock making it throb even harder. At first I thought I imagined it but then I felt his hand gently stroke the length of my cock and I let out a louder groan.
“That feels nice” I said He said nothing but continued his hand rubbing first gently the full length of my cock and then slowly beginning to grip it tighter.
I rinsed the soap of my face and opened my eyes and looked at George stroking my cock. He looked up at me like a naughty child still silent, still stroking my throbbing cock.
The water run over my body rinsing the soap suds away and then his head moved closer to my crutch. He glanced up at me and then down at my cock before my cock was engulfed in his warm mouth. He gagged a few times as he eagerly sucked my cock. He occasionally got my full length in his mouth. If it was not for the fact I had emptied a load earlier I would have had difficulty holding back as he worked his mouth up and down.
I could not believe this guy I had met a number of occasions was sucking my dick. I gripped the back of his head slowing him down and working my full length slowly into his mouth till his lips touched my balls. I held him there a few moments as his gagged slightly and then let go.
His hands rubbed up and down my wet furry chest and I guided them to my sensitive nipples. It took a few times for him to get the message of what to do and even then he seemed unsure but it felt good.
He finally came up for air and gave me a look like a lost puppy. Confused and overwhelmed by his passions. I knew better then to say anything at this moment in time and instead I reached for the shower control switching off the water. I climbed out of the shower dripping water over the carpet as I faced him looking into his eyes.
I embraced him my wet naked body rubbing against his clothes as our moist mouths met and our tongues began to explore. I felt myself even more aroused by the taste of his mouth as he gripped my body close to his.
I am not sure how long we kissed for but it seemed a long time before we broke away.
His eyes met mine and I could see him searching for something to say. I put my finger to his lips before beginning to undo his now damp work shirt to expose his thick black haired chest. I undone his belt buckle before undoing the button and pulling down the zip exposing his white y front underwear like the ones I had been sniffing earlier.
My hand reached down and I felt his hard cock pushing against the thin white cotton as he let out a groan. His trousers dropped to the ground as I began to undo his cufflinks. He removed his shirt to expose his stocky hairy chest. I embraced him rubbing my cock against his bulge, his hairy chest against mine.
My fingers slipped gently under the elastic waist band if his underwear and I gently pulled them down feeling his cock jump free. I glanced down to see his thick uncut cock that was oozing pre cum which dripped down like syrup.
I crouched down taking his cock in my hand before licking the tip to taste the salty pre cum. He groaned as his body shook and I slowly took his large manhood deep in my mouth. He thrust his hips as my head gently moved up and down. My lips occasionally reaching his balls making him shiver. I let one of my fingers slide between his strong hairy thighs and massage his perineum as I continued sucking. My finger slipped further back gently teasing and rubbing his arse hole which twitched as he groaned even louder.
I could smell his musky odour as I devoured his cock. His balls had been sweating and confined all day at the office and now give off a strong masculine aromor that teased my nose. I felt his hole clenching followed by his body clenching as he groaned louder. I sped up my mouth movements as I felt his whole body shake. He let out a loud sudden groan as his body stiffened and I felt a number of large hot milky loads shoot in my mouth. I drew my mouth of his still hard cock and pushed my nose hard against his balls as I stroked my own cock vigouresly. I inhaled deeply the overwhelming man odour as I felt my load build up and suddenly release over the floor.
I stood up and looked him in the eyes. He looked nervous and uncomfortable. “Thanks I really enjoyed that” I said with a big grin. “Yeah” he replied
I grabbed him towards me and held him tight as I kissed him on the neck. “I hope that was OK for you” I whispered in his ear “Yes. That felt great” he replied.
We just stood and hugged for a while. It seemed to be what he needed and I did not just want to pull away. He ordered in pizza and after we ended up cuddled up on the couch.
I had met my aunt’s neighbors a few times when my aunt and uncle had barbeques and birthday parties. I remember when I first saw him thinking he had an amazing sexual energy, if that makes sense. He was not classically good looking and he did not have a gym toned body. He was in his late 50's 6’2” very ordinary looking with dark hair that was thinning slightly, a stocky build with a slight pot belly and thick chest hair that stuck out where his shirt buttons where undone.
But something about him gave off an energy that aroused me. It seemed not to be lost on women who seemed to flirt with him when his wife was out of site.
I arrived on the Friday morning when he was already at work and his wife Cynthia opened the door. She is a blonde skinny woman in her mid 50’s that has a stick right up her arse. As my mother would say “all fur coat and no knickers’. She came from a working class back ground but thought she was special.
“Ah hello. Please take your shoes off and come in” she said looking down at my grubby work boots. “I was just about to go out and won’t be back tonight. The smell of paint does not agree with me so I will be staying at a health spa. George will be back about 5pm. He has left instructions for what we want, there is water in the fridge help yourself”. And with that she was gone. “Bloody tight bitch” I thought to myself.
So I changed into my black all in one painting overalls and began sanding down and prepping the walls.
It was a few hours into the work when I got the most raging hard on that would not go away. I tried thinking of mundane things but it was no good it was throbbing ten to the dozen. I decided there was only one course of action and first browsed through the video collection. As I should have guessed nothing close to porn. I went to the bedroom and searched around “if I was a hidden stash of porn where would I be?”
My search came up with no porn but I did find a pair of white y front underwear under the bed. I picked them up and looked at them. Then I held them to my face. A musky odour filled my nose which made my cock throb more. I undone my zip to pull it free as I inhaled the manly scent from where his cock and balls must have sweated.
I felt light headed and intoxicated by the smell as I inhaled deeply while I stroked my hard cock. Sticking the fabric in my mouth and tasting it with my tongue as I wanked off my meat. It was not long and as I pushed the fabric tight against my face I shot my hot milky load.
I cleaned up and threw the underwear back under the bed before returning to painting.
It must have been dead on 5pm when George returned home and he stuck his head around the door to say hi. I was up a ladder at the time paint brush in hand.
“Hey George how is it going mate?” “Good thanks. How is the painting coming along?” He glanced around the room before his gaze seemed to stop at my crutch.
“It is going well. Not much to do and will be finished by tomorrow to be honest”. He looked up at me as he spoke “great. Decorating not really my thing so glad you could help”. “Well nothing to complicated here” I said as I scanned around the room. When I looked back at him his eyes where back at my crutch.
“Well I had better let you get on. What time do you plan to pack up?” He finally looked back at my face. “I was going to do another hour then pack up” “You want me to get pizza in when you are done?” “Sure if that is OK”
He left the room and shut the door behind him and I immediately looked down to see what had caught his attention. I noticed not only had I left my zip on my overalls undone but there where a few stains around the area from earlier that differed from the look of spattered paint.
I told myself I had imagined it and that he was not looking at that.
It was 6pm and the door opened as I just finished putting my brushes in to soak. “You done for today?” George asked “Yeah I was just about to change out of my overalls” “Any particular pizza you fancy?” “What do they have?” I asked as I began to unbutton my overalls “Well let me read them out while you get changed” “OK” I said wondering if he was now just hanging around to get a peek. I reminded myself he was married and straight. It was just my imagination or wishful thinking.
As he read from the menu I took off my boots before undoing the rest of the buttons and dropping my overalls to the floor. As usual I was wearing nothing underneath so was stood bare arse naked as he continued to read from the menu.
I saw him glance up from the menu a few times and stutter a bit as he read aloud. I stood naked folding my overalls before I bent over and put them in the bag. My cock began to grow. The fact that I was naked and he was fully dressed aroused me no end.
I stood upright facing him my cock now semi hard. “Meat feast sounds good with some garlic bread. Do they do Jalapeno’s?” I saw his gaze fixed on my cock as he stuttered. “Err… I think so. Yes, yes they do” “Great sounds good to me. Do you mind if I have a shower I feel a bit grubby?” I said as I gripped hold of my balls and give them a gentle purposeful tug. “No that’s fine let me show you where it is”
I followed him naked up the stairs to the bathroom. He reached over to the shower and turned it on. “Let me get it the right temperature and then get you a towel” I was convinced he was checking me out as I stood naked baring all, my cock now back to being flaccid.
I stepped under the rushing water as George went to fetch a towel. He returned as I was lathering up my hairy chest.
“Bet that feels better” I groaned “you have no idea” I was aware of him stood gripping the towel in his hand but I did no look at him. I just reached further down with the lather to soap my cock and balls.
He was totally silent as I soaped up my cock. My head under the shower my eyes closed. I could feel his eyes looking at me as my cock began to enlarge to a semi erect state.
I stepped out from the flow of water and lathered up my head and face as my cock proceeded to harden and throb. “Ah that feels really good let me tell you” I said as I let out another groan.
As my hands scrubbed my face I become aware of a light sensation on my cock making it throb even harder. At first I thought I imagined it but then I felt his hand gently stroke the length of my cock and I let out a louder groan.
“That feels nice” I said He said nothing but continued his hand rubbing first gently the full length of my cock and then slowly beginning to grip it tighter.
I rinsed the soap of my face and opened my eyes and looked at George stroking my cock. He looked up at me like a naughty child still silent, still stroking my throbbing cock.
The water run over my body rinsing the soap suds away and then his head moved closer to my crutch. He glanced up at me and then down at my cock before my cock was engulfed in his warm mouth. He gagged a few times as he eagerly sucked my cock. He occasionally got my full length in his mouth. If it was not for the fact I had emptied a load earlier I would have had difficulty holding back as he worked his mouth up and down.
I could not believe this guy I had met a number of occasions was sucking my dick. I gripped the back of his head slowing him down and working my full length slowly into his mouth till his lips touched my balls. I held him there a few moments as his gagged slightly and then let go.
His hands rubbed up and down my wet furry chest and I guided them to my sensitive nipples. It took a few times for him to get the message of what to do and even then he seemed unsure but it felt good.
He finally came up for air and gave me a look like a lost puppy. Confused and overwhelmed by his passions. I knew better then to say anything at this moment in time and instead I reached for the shower control switching off the water. I climbed out of the shower dripping water over the carpet as I faced him looking into his eyes.
I embraced him my wet naked body rubbing against his clothes as our moist mouths met and our tongues began to explore. I felt myself even more aroused by the taste of his mouth as he gripped my body close to his.
I am not sure how long we kissed for but it seemed a long time before we broke away.
His eyes met mine and I could see him searching for something to say. I put my finger to his lips before beginning to undo his now damp work shirt to expose his thick black haired chest. I undone his belt buckle before undoing the button and pulling down the zip exposing his white y front underwear like the ones I had been sniffing earlier.
My hand reached down and I felt his hard cock pushing against the thin white cotton as he let out a groan. His trousers dropped to the ground as I began to undo his cufflinks. He removed his shirt to expose his stocky hairy chest. I embraced him rubbing my cock against his bulge, his hairy chest against mine.
My fingers slipped gently under the elastic waist band if his underwear and I gently pulled them down feeling his cock jump free. I glanced down to see his thick uncut cock that was oozing pre cum which dripped down like syrup.
I crouched down taking his cock in my hand before licking the tip to taste the salty pre cum. He groaned as his body shook and I slowly took his large manhood deep in my mouth. He thrust his hips as my head gently moved up and down. My lips occasionally reaching his balls making him shiver. I let one of my fingers slide between his strong hairy thighs and massage his perineum as I continued sucking. My finger slipped further back gently teasing and rubbing his arse hole which twitched as he groaned even louder.
I could smell his musky odour as I devoured his cock. His balls had been sweating and confined all day at the office and now give off a strong masculine aromor that teased my nose. I felt his hole clenching followed by his body clenching as he groaned louder. I sped up my mouth movements as I felt his whole body shake. He let out a loud sudden groan as his body stiffened and I felt a number of large hot milky loads shoot in my mouth. I drew my mouth of his still hard cock and pushed my nose hard against his balls as I stroked my own cock vigouresly. I inhaled deeply the overwhelming man odour as I felt my load build up and suddenly release over the floor.
I stood up and looked him in the eyes. He looked nervous and uncomfortable. “Thanks I really enjoyed that” I said with a big grin. “Yeah” he replied
I grabbed him towards me and held him tight as I kissed him on the neck. “I hope that was OK for you” I whispered in his ear “Yes. That felt great” he replied.
We just stood and hugged for a while. It seemed to be what he needed and I did not just want to pull away. He ordered in pizza and after we ended up cuddled up on the couch.
The Cigar Smoker
Jake sat at the hotel bar drinking his beer. He had become tired of travelling on business from state to state, country to country. One hotel was the same as the other and the novelty had worn off. He looked over the bar at his reflection in the large tinted mirror. He was still in his blue pin stripe business suit. White shirt and light blue tie. He rubbed a hand through his thick mop of salt and pepper hair and then over his strong jaw line which now had a 5 o’clock shadow. “Not bad for 48 he said to himself as he smiled.
Jake inhaled deeply as he smelt the strong odour of cigar smoke. It was a smell that he loved and always reminded him of his granddad. He turned around to see a large stocky built man in his 60’s with silver hair and beard. He stood 6’5” smartly dressed with white crisp shirt, black waist coat and bright red tie. Jake watched as the man held the large thick cigar to his mouth and bellowed smoke from his lips.
“Excuse me sir, I am afraid you cannot smoke that in here” The barman said as he leaned over the bar towards the cigar smoking man.
“Well where can I smoke it? My room is non-smoking, the lobby is non-smoking, the bar it seems is also non-smoking”
“I am terribly sorry sir, but we do not allow smoking in the hotel bar.”
Jake watched as the man stubbed his cigar out in a saucer with a disgruntled look on his face before he reached for his whisky to take a sip. As the bar man walked away Jake approached the man.
“Excuse me sir, sorry to bother you, but I could not help but over hear. I am in a smoking room. I would be happy to share a cigar and a drink or two with you.”
The cigar smoking man gave Jake a huge grin as his large hand landed on Jake’s shoulder with a thump. “Young man I would like that. I will supply the cigars and whisky you supply the smoke friendly room.”
Jake laughed. It had been a while since he had been called young man. Jake’s room had a double bed, a small sitting area with coffee table and a bathroom. They sat at the coffee table and Jake watched as Walter held the thick cigar against his lips and sucked as he lit it causing smoke to billow out. Walter’s large stomach heaved against the waist coat as he exhaled. There was something that Jake found arousing about the smell of the cigar smoke.
“Can’t beat a good cigar and a whisky after a long day to help you relax; I thought you were going to have a cigar as well?”
“I like the smell of the smoke more than anything, I might have one a little later” Jake hoped that did not sound too strange.
They continued talking and drinking as Walter smoked his large cigar and the room filled with a light blue haze. Walter put his cigar down and stood up. “I got to piss,” he announced in his husky voice as he made his way to the bathroom.
Jake looked as Walter left the bathroom door wide open as he stood at the toilet and started to let run a strong stream of piss into the pan. He finished off and turned around as he put himself away and done up his belt.
“Sure is hot tonight” Walter commented as he made his way back to the coffee table.
“Yeah it is a bit hot to be all dressed up in a shirt and tie I guess” Jake replied.
“You mind if I take off my waistcoat and undo a few buttons on my shirt?”
“Sure go ahead no need to be formal for me,” Jake said as he watched Walter unbutton his waistcoat and toss it on the bed. His large stomach pushed over the waist of his trousers and he proceeded to take off his tie and undo his shirt buttons one by one almost down to his waist revealing his hairy chest and large rounded stomach.
“That feels better,” he said as he sat down and kicked off his black polished shoes.
“Think I will get more comfortable myself if you don’t mind,” Jake said as he stood up and began to loosen his tie.
“Hey go ahead my boy don’t feel restricted because I am in the room.”
The man reached for his cigar and looked up at Jake as he took a few puffs. Jake pulled his shirt out from his trousers and began to unbutton as he looked at the man watching him. Jake undid his cuff links and removed the shirt completely to reveal his toned, muscular chest and tight stomach. Jake inhaled the smoke into his lungs and had the urge to continue undressing. He kicked off his shoes and undone his belt and trouser button before pulling down the zip to reveal his tight white briefs.
“You don’t mind if I…” said Jake as he held on to his trouser waist band.
“Go ahead make yourself as comfortable as you want. I know I can’t wait to get out of my suit after a long day.”
Jake let his trousers drop to the floor and he picked them up and folded them neatly.
“Feel better?” the cigar man asked as he looked Jake up and down
“Much better,” Jake replied as he sat back on the couch next to Walter.
Walter looked at Jake as he breathed out a cloud of smoke which Jake inhaled deeply. As the smell filled his nose he felt his cock throb under the thin cotton briefs. Jake noticed Walter glance down at his crutch as he took another puff of his cigar and released more smoke directly at Jake’s face. Jake’s cock throbbed again uncontrollably pushing under the narrow waist band.
“Takes a lot of work to look like this” Walter said as he looked down at his own rounded stomach.
“Looks like good living to me,” Jake replied smiling.
“Yeah you could say that. You manage to keep your stomach nice and tight.” Walter commented as his hand reached over and touched Jake’s abs.
“It takes commitment and sacrifice,” Jake replied as he looked down to watch Walter’s hand as it circled his stomach muscles. Walter’s hand circled a few times and his fingers gently brushed against Jake’s waist band giving Jake goose bumps. With his other hand Walter took a big hit on his cigar and blew the smoke directly at Jake making his cock throb again exposing part of his cock head.
Walter’s hand brushed against the exposed cock head making Jake groan lightly. “Hmmm very nice young man” Walter said and then he grabbed the waist band of Jake’s briefs and lifted it up to expose Jakes hard 9” cock fully engorged. Jake shut his eyes and groaned as he felt Walter’s large rough-skinned hand grip his cock and begin to stroke it as he continued to puff on his cigar. Pre cum began to ooze out in a clear sticky stream dripping like thick syrup from his cock head, which Walter used to lubricate his hand rubbing his thumb over Jake’s piss slit.
Walter moved his head towards Jake’s face and with a mouthful of smoke he put his lips to Jake. Jake opened his mouth letting the old man’s smoky tongue explore his mouth as he felt his beard and moustache brush against his lips and chin. Jake felt light headed at the taste of the old man’s mouth and the feel of his hand still firmly gripping his cock.
The scouring of Walter’s beard against his face, the strong odour of cigars, and the fact the guy was in his 60’s was getting him so hot.
Walter pulled away and stood up. He undid his belt buckle letting his trousers fall to the floor before pushing down his cotton boxers enough to expose his hard, fat uncut cock surrounded by a mass of hair and two large hanging balls. Jake leaned forward and took Walter’s manhood in his mouth sucking as his head moved up and down while Walter groaned with pleasure. “Yeah that feels good,” Walter said with the cigar pursed to his lips. Jake reached up and caressed Walter’s large stomach as he continued to take the cock in his mouth. Jake grabbed at his own cock with excitement, but let go quick not wanting to shoot his load.
“You like the taste of my cock young man?”
Jake took his mouth off Walter’s cock just long enough to reply, “Your cock tastes great sir!”
Jake could taste the saltines of the pre cum as the foreskin drew back to reveal the swollen purple cock head. He could smell the odour of smoke on the old mans skin as he took the whole length in his mouth. Jake let out a loud groan as Walter grabbed his chest and pinched hard on his nipples, but he did not let the cock out of his mouth.
“Yeah I see you enjoy that lad. Daddy wants to fuck your arse bad.”
Hearing the old man call him lad and refer to himself as daddy only increased Jake’s excitement and he felt he would do anything it took to please this old man.
“I saw you at the bar the moment I walked in lad. I saw you dressed all smart and wondered what you looked like naked. I wondered how it would feel to fuck and pound that nice rounded arse.”
Jake gripped on to Walters’s thick thighs as he continued to suck and listen to every word. His movement speeding as Walter continued telling him how much he wanted his arse. The truth was Jake had not been fucked for a very long time. Most guys he met wanted him to do the fucking, but this big Daddy he would give his arse up to in a second. He wanted to feel his full weight on top if his bare flesh. Feel his large stomach against his back as his cock thrust deep inside.
“You are doing a good job down there lad, why don’t you lick my balls too.” Jake pulled his head from the old mans fat cock and began to tongue his large sweaty balls.
“Yeah that’s right lad just like that.”
Jake managed to get one of the large balls in his mouth and suck, but both together were too large.
“Why don’t we get you over to the bed and you can show me what a sweet arse you have to offer.”
“Yes sir,” Jake replied as he looked up.
Jake got on his hands and knees on the bed while Walter stood whisky in one hand cigar in the other. Jake reached one hand between his legs and began to finger his arse as Walter watched intently. Jake put his hand to his mouth and wet his fingers before returning them back to his hole as he attempted to get two fingers inside.
“That’s a good lad open up that arse ready for my cock.”
Jake could see the reflection of the man from the bedside mirror and could see he was stroking his cock as he watched. Jake now slid three fingers in his arse. He was excited at being watched and this made his hole open up.
“You ready for my cock lad?”
“Yes sir.”
“Are you sure lad?”
“Yes sir, I want your cock in my arse sir.” Jake said almost begging.
Jake laid flat on the mattress as he felt Walter climb on top. He felt the mans huge weight push him into the mattress and could smell his musky sweat mixed with the smell of cigar smoke. Jake tensed his muscles desperate not to cum with excitement. He felt the man’s sticky cock head probe against his hole and then gently slip inside. Jake groaned with pleasure as he felt Walter begin to move his hips and push hard into his body.
“Fuck me!” Jake pleaded under the weight of the large man.
Walter grabbed Jake’s hips and pulled him up on to his knees as he himself kneeled on the mattress. He pulled and pushed Jake onto his hard cock. “You need that don’t you lad.”
“Yes sir, I need your cock.”
After fifteen minutes of pounding Walter stepped back on to the floor. “On your back lad.” Jake quickly moved onto his back on the mattress as Walter reached for his cigar. Walter began fucking Jake again while he smoked his cigar blowing the smoke towards Jake’s face.
Jake could not hold it any more and he tensed his muscles tight as he emptied a thick load over his chest and shoulders. Jake groaned as the last drops of milk leaked out and Walter pulled out.
Walter lay on the bed and Jake started sucking his sweaty cock while rubbing his stomach as Walter continued to smoke. “Come on lad I am getting close.” Walter’s breathing became laboured and Jake pulled away as the old man emptied his hot creamy load over his large hairy stomach. Jake began to lap it up greedily from Walter’s stomach, not wanting to waist a drop of the salty spunk mixed in with body sweat.
“Damn lad that was good” Walter said as Jake finished lapping up.
Jake inhaled deeply as he smelt the strong odour of cigar smoke. It was a smell that he loved and always reminded him of his granddad. He turned around to see a large stocky built man in his 60’s with silver hair and beard. He stood 6’5” smartly dressed with white crisp shirt, black waist coat and bright red tie. Jake watched as the man held the large thick cigar to his mouth and bellowed smoke from his lips.
“Excuse me sir, I am afraid you cannot smoke that in here” The barman said as he leaned over the bar towards the cigar smoking man.
“Well where can I smoke it? My room is non-smoking, the lobby is non-smoking, the bar it seems is also non-smoking”
“I am terribly sorry sir, but we do not allow smoking in the hotel bar.”
Jake watched as the man stubbed his cigar out in a saucer with a disgruntled look on his face before he reached for his whisky to take a sip. As the bar man walked away Jake approached the man.
“Excuse me sir, sorry to bother you, but I could not help but over hear. I am in a smoking room. I would be happy to share a cigar and a drink or two with you.”
The cigar smoking man gave Jake a huge grin as his large hand landed on Jake’s shoulder with a thump. “Young man I would like that. I will supply the cigars and whisky you supply the smoke friendly room.”
Jake laughed. It had been a while since he had been called young man. Jake’s room had a double bed, a small sitting area with coffee table and a bathroom. They sat at the coffee table and Jake watched as Walter held the thick cigar against his lips and sucked as he lit it causing smoke to billow out. Walter’s large stomach heaved against the waist coat as he exhaled. There was something that Jake found arousing about the smell of the cigar smoke.
“Can’t beat a good cigar and a whisky after a long day to help you relax; I thought you were going to have a cigar as well?”
“I like the smell of the smoke more than anything, I might have one a little later” Jake hoped that did not sound too strange.
They continued talking and drinking as Walter smoked his large cigar and the room filled with a light blue haze. Walter put his cigar down and stood up. “I got to piss,” he announced in his husky voice as he made his way to the bathroom.
Jake looked as Walter left the bathroom door wide open as he stood at the toilet and started to let run a strong stream of piss into the pan. He finished off and turned around as he put himself away and done up his belt.
“Sure is hot tonight” Walter commented as he made his way back to the coffee table.
“Yeah it is a bit hot to be all dressed up in a shirt and tie I guess” Jake replied.
“You mind if I take off my waistcoat and undo a few buttons on my shirt?”
“Sure go ahead no need to be formal for me,” Jake said as he watched Walter unbutton his waistcoat and toss it on the bed. His large stomach pushed over the waist of his trousers and he proceeded to take off his tie and undo his shirt buttons one by one almost down to his waist revealing his hairy chest and large rounded stomach.
“That feels better,” he said as he sat down and kicked off his black polished shoes.
“Think I will get more comfortable myself if you don’t mind,” Jake said as he stood up and began to loosen his tie.
“Hey go ahead my boy don’t feel restricted because I am in the room.”
The man reached for his cigar and looked up at Jake as he took a few puffs. Jake pulled his shirt out from his trousers and began to unbutton as he looked at the man watching him. Jake undid his cuff links and removed the shirt completely to reveal his toned, muscular chest and tight stomach. Jake inhaled the smoke into his lungs and had the urge to continue undressing. He kicked off his shoes and undone his belt and trouser button before pulling down the zip to reveal his tight white briefs.
“You don’t mind if I…” said Jake as he held on to his trouser waist band.
“Go ahead make yourself as comfortable as you want. I know I can’t wait to get out of my suit after a long day.”
Jake let his trousers drop to the floor and he picked them up and folded them neatly.
“Feel better?” the cigar man asked as he looked Jake up and down
“Much better,” Jake replied as he sat back on the couch next to Walter.
Walter looked at Jake as he breathed out a cloud of smoke which Jake inhaled deeply. As the smell filled his nose he felt his cock throb under the thin cotton briefs. Jake noticed Walter glance down at his crutch as he took another puff of his cigar and released more smoke directly at Jake’s face. Jake’s cock throbbed again uncontrollably pushing under the narrow waist band.
“Takes a lot of work to look like this” Walter said as he looked down at his own rounded stomach.
“Looks like good living to me,” Jake replied smiling.
“Yeah you could say that. You manage to keep your stomach nice and tight.” Walter commented as his hand reached over and touched Jake’s abs.
“It takes commitment and sacrifice,” Jake replied as he looked down to watch Walter’s hand as it circled his stomach muscles. Walter’s hand circled a few times and his fingers gently brushed against Jake’s waist band giving Jake goose bumps. With his other hand Walter took a big hit on his cigar and blew the smoke directly at Jake making his cock throb again exposing part of his cock head.
Walter’s hand brushed against the exposed cock head making Jake groan lightly. “Hmmm very nice young man” Walter said and then he grabbed the waist band of Jake’s briefs and lifted it up to expose Jakes hard 9” cock fully engorged. Jake shut his eyes and groaned as he felt Walter’s large rough-skinned hand grip his cock and begin to stroke it as he continued to puff on his cigar. Pre cum began to ooze out in a clear sticky stream dripping like thick syrup from his cock head, which Walter used to lubricate his hand rubbing his thumb over Jake’s piss slit.
Walter moved his head towards Jake’s face and with a mouthful of smoke he put his lips to Jake. Jake opened his mouth letting the old man’s smoky tongue explore his mouth as he felt his beard and moustache brush against his lips and chin. Jake felt light headed at the taste of the old man’s mouth and the feel of his hand still firmly gripping his cock.
The scouring of Walter’s beard against his face, the strong odour of cigars, and the fact the guy was in his 60’s was getting him so hot.
Walter pulled away and stood up. He undid his belt buckle letting his trousers fall to the floor before pushing down his cotton boxers enough to expose his hard, fat uncut cock surrounded by a mass of hair and two large hanging balls. Jake leaned forward and took Walter’s manhood in his mouth sucking as his head moved up and down while Walter groaned with pleasure. “Yeah that feels good,” Walter said with the cigar pursed to his lips. Jake reached up and caressed Walter’s large stomach as he continued to take the cock in his mouth. Jake grabbed at his own cock with excitement, but let go quick not wanting to shoot his load.
“You like the taste of my cock young man?”
Jake took his mouth off Walter’s cock just long enough to reply, “Your cock tastes great sir!”
Jake could taste the saltines of the pre cum as the foreskin drew back to reveal the swollen purple cock head. He could smell the odour of smoke on the old mans skin as he took the whole length in his mouth. Jake let out a loud groan as Walter grabbed his chest and pinched hard on his nipples, but he did not let the cock out of his mouth.
“Yeah I see you enjoy that lad. Daddy wants to fuck your arse bad.”
Hearing the old man call him lad and refer to himself as daddy only increased Jake’s excitement and he felt he would do anything it took to please this old man.
“I saw you at the bar the moment I walked in lad. I saw you dressed all smart and wondered what you looked like naked. I wondered how it would feel to fuck and pound that nice rounded arse.”
Jake gripped on to Walters’s thick thighs as he continued to suck and listen to every word. His movement speeding as Walter continued telling him how much he wanted his arse. The truth was Jake had not been fucked for a very long time. Most guys he met wanted him to do the fucking, but this big Daddy he would give his arse up to in a second. He wanted to feel his full weight on top if his bare flesh. Feel his large stomach against his back as his cock thrust deep inside.
“You are doing a good job down there lad, why don’t you lick my balls too.” Jake pulled his head from the old mans fat cock and began to tongue his large sweaty balls.
“Yeah that’s right lad just like that.”
Jake managed to get one of the large balls in his mouth and suck, but both together were too large.
“Why don’t we get you over to the bed and you can show me what a sweet arse you have to offer.”
“Yes sir,” Jake replied as he looked up.
Jake got on his hands and knees on the bed while Walter stood whisky in one hand cigar in the other. Jake reached one hand between his legs and began to finger his arse as Walter watched intently. Jake put his hand to his mouth and wet his fingers before returning them back to his hole as he attempted to get two fingers inside.
“That’s a good lad open up that arse ready for my cock.”
Jake could see the reflection of the man from the bedside mirror and could see he was stroking his cock as he watched. Jake now slid three fingers in his arse. He was excited at being watched and this made his hole open up.
“You ready for my cock lad?”
“Yes sir.”
“Are you sure lad?”
“Yes sir, I want your cock in my arse sir.” Jake said almost begging.
Jake laid flat on the mattress as he felt Walter climb on top. He felt the mans huge weight push him into the mattress and could smell his musky sweat mixed with the smell of cigar smoke. Jake tensed his muscles desperate not to cum with excitement. He felt the man’s sticky cock head probe against his hole and then gently slip inside. Jake groaned with pleasure as he felt Walter begin to move his hips and push hard into his body.
“Fuck me!” Jake pleaded under the weight of the large man.
Walter grabbed Jake’s hips and pulled him up on to his knees as he himself kneeled on the mattress. He pulled and pushed Jake onto his hard cock. “You need that don’t you lad.”
“Yes sir, I need your cock.”
After fifteen minutes of pounding Walter stepped back on to the floor. “On your back lad.” Jake quickly moved onto his back on the mattress as Walter reached for his cigar. Walter began fucking Jake again while he smoked his cigar blowing the smoke towards Jake’s face.
Jake could not hold it any more and he tensed his muscles tight as he emptied a thick load over his chest and shoulders. Jake groaned as the last drops of milk leaked out and Walter pulled out.
Walter lay on the bed and Jake started sucking his sweaty cock while rubbing his stomach as Walter continued to smoke. “Come on lad I am getting close.” Walter’s breathing became laboured and Jake pulled away as the old man emptied his hot creamy load over his large hairy stomach. Jake began to lap it up greedily from Walter’s stomach, not wanting to waist a drop of the salty spunk mixed in with body sweat.
“Damn lad that was good” Walter said as Jake finished lapping up.
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