Nash (m-m theme)

[Duke610]

My mom and dad gave me sailing lessons for my 18th birthday. The school was on a lake in the middle of Oakland, and although I could have driven, it was easier to just take the bus which dropped me off right in front of the boathouse. One of the days the bus was fairly crowded and only one pair of seats across from me was open. At one of the stops a man got on dressed very nicely in a suit. He sat down and nodded and said hello. We struck up a conversation, and he said his name was Nash. He spoke excellent English but with an odd accent I couldn’t place. Where are you from, I asked? “Durban, Suid-Afrika,” he replied. We chatted about this and that and before either of us realized we were at my stop. Which, it turned out, was his stop, too. He said he had a job interview at one of the office buildings that were nearby. We shook hands and parted company.

My sailing lesson went well, and it was about 2 hours later when I walked back out to the bus stop and Nash was there waiting for his bus. Months later I would realize he had been cruising me and maybe didn’t even have a job interview, but I was a little naïve at the time. We continued our conversation and the bus arrived and we returned back to my town. As we neared his stop he said he’d like to see me again and asked me for my phone number. In hindsight, this should have struck me as being quite odd, but I didn’t think so at the time and gave it to him without another thought.

Late the following week my phone rang and the caller ID showed a lengthy string of numbers that was obviously an international call. It was Nash, saying he’d like to see me again and could I come to his place on Saturday? For some reason I still don’t understand, warning bells weren’t going off. For another reason I couldn’t understand I lied to my mom and said I was going to a sailing lesson.

I boarded my usual bus, but only went as far as Nash’s stop. The directions he’d given me to his apartment were clear. He buzzed me in and I went upstairs, knocked and he let me in. It was a very warm summer day, and he was dressed in a t-shirt and cargo shorts just like I was. The first thing I noticed was how incredibly hairy his arms and legs were. Even the tops of his feet were covered with black, curly hair.

Viewed from his perspective, I suppose the direct approach made sense. He said, simply, “I want to make love to you.” I gasped in surprise and shock at his directness. He stripped off his t-shirt and tossed it aside. Aside from being much taller than me, easily 6'2", he was in excellent shape, and his chest and shoulders were a thicket of more of the dark, curly hair. He slapped his belly – hard! – and the crack echoed in the air. I staggered back and leaned against his couch. He walked up to me, and in a quiet voice, he said, “I have very big genitals. I want to show them to you, and then use them to make love to you.”

I panicked, and gasped that I had to go, and turned and dashed towards the door. I slammed the door and raced down the stairs. I burst into the lobby and crashed out into the street, startling two passersby. I pelted down the street for at least two blocks and jammed into a carport. My heart was racing and I was panting, not so much from the exertion as from the shock of what had just transpired. My mind was racing. A thousand thoughts swirled through my mind.

And then, almost without conscious thought, I walked slowly back down the street. My heart was hammering as I rang the bell and the buzzer let me in. I slowly walked up the stairs with my heart in my mouth and my chest heaving. His door was slightly ajar. I walked in and closed the door behind me.

 

[D_MarquisDeSodOff]

thats it?!

 

[Duke610]

Oh gosh no. I'm composing my thought on what to do next. Give me a day or two.

 

[wispandex_bulge]

I like it so far... Very surreal but definitely potential to be a great story!

 

[Duke610]

When I got on the bus, I noticed him instantly. He had to be one of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen. Beefy, but not too porky or with that over-developed look so many young Americans have. Snub nose, and legs almost as hairy as mine. The only seat was next to him so I sat down and struck up a conversation.

Sailing school. Amazing. In Durban, they just put us in some dinghys and pushed us away from the dock. I don’t know whether he thought I was cruising him or not, he didn’t seem ill at ease. The job interview went really well, and took longer than I thought it would so I saw the bus approaching. I could have made it if I’d run for it, but I thought maybe I’ll just stick around and see if Jerry (for that is his name) shows up. Sure enough, he did, and we continued our conversation.

As I neared my stop, I decided to crowd him a little and asked for his number, which he gave me. I waited a few days and then invited him over. One of the interesting things about American guys is they seem so ambivalent about the whole gay thing, but get one of them alone when nobody from their ‘real’ world can know, and it’s really not so much a question of whether anything will happen or not, as it is how far it will go.

He hadn’t displayed any nervousness whatsoever until I came on to him (in, I’d admit, a very direct and vulgar way). He panicked and bolted out of my apartment. At that point, I was just wearing my cargo shorts and some briefs, and was unbearably horny. I had no idea whether he’d come back or not, but I sat in my window and gently stroked myself to a full erection. God, I will never get tired of staring at my penis, marveling at how big it is and all the interesting things it does.

My thoughts drifted, but I must say I wasn’t really surprised to see him walking back down the street a few minutes later. His face was flushed crimson and he wasn’t walking very steadily. The downstairs doorbell rang and I buzzed him in, left my apartment door ajar, and sat on the swiveling hassock of my tv chair, with my back to the door.

I heard him walk in the door. I swiveled around to show him my penis – fully and rigidly erect, up to my full 220 millimeters, as thick as a flashlight. His draw literally dropped, and he sagged to his knees. The lust, envy, admiration and awe on his face were all expressions I’d seen before, but rarely with such intensity. I smiled at him, bent over, and put my penis in my mouth.

 

[Duke610]

He was sitting in the middle of the room, naked, with his back to me. After the incredible pelt of hair on his chest and stomach, I guess I thought he’d have a hairy back, too. But no, just a couple of small patches at the nape of his neck and the base of his back. Hell, I’ve got more hair on my back than that!

He turned around and I kinda freaked out again. He had a boner, and it was literally the size of one of those flashlights uthat uses 3 D cells. So fuckin’ big! And thick, too! I was so worked up at this point, I really thought I was gonna faint, and sank to my knees because there was nothing to lean against.

Then, he stuck his big cock in his mouth and started sucking himself. I couldn’t believe my eyes, I’d heard some guys could do that but hadn’t even seen it in porn. “You’re. So. Fucking. Big.” I choked out.

After a moment he walked over to me, his big swollen cock and heavy balls swaying from side to side. “Look at it,” he whispered. “Look at how big my penis is!” I’m ashamed to say I actually started drooling. He grabbed it with both hands, and still the head and an inch or two of shaft stuck out. “Suck it!” he demanded. I put it in my mouth. God, it was so thick! He pushed in and out for 10 seconds or so, and then pulled one hand away so I was now sucking the head and about half the shaft. Between his length and the incredible thickness, that was about all I could manage, but another 10 seconds or so of that and he took the other hand away and rammed himself deep down my throat.

I tried to take it all, but I choked and gagged and almost violently pushed myself away from him and fell down on the floor, gasping for breath. His entire cock had turned bright red, and the huge plumhead was almost purple. He grabbed my hair and held my face close and started slapping it with his cock. I mean really slapping it. Hard. My forehead, cheeks, lips were stinging. “Lick your little fingertip,” he commanded. I did, and he squeezed the head of his huge phallus so his piss slit yawned open. “Stick it in,” he said in his weird accented English. That was a thought that had never occurred to me, but I did, and was shocked to the first joint of my fingertip, all the way down to the nailbed, sink inside him effortlessly. “Fuck me, fuck my piss slit with your finger,” he growled. I did, and it felt a little weird, but it really turned me on.

But I wanted to suck his cock again. I wanted to suck it so much, more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life. I jammed it into my face again, as far as it could go. He began thrusting his hips in and out, then he abruptly pulled out of my mouth, and almost ripped my t-shirt off. I’d already unsnapped my cargo shorts and so they and my jockeys were on the floor in a second and I was as naked as he was. He stepped back and stared at me and let out a low, guttural growl of what seemed like appreciation.

Whimpering, I scrambled forward on my hands and knees, desperate to suck his magnificent penis. I jammed it into my face, greedily-almost hungrily- and started jacking myself. “You’re jacking yourself off like a dog,” he whispered. But then, he reached under me, slapped my hand away from my incredibly hard cock. “You’re not going to come until I tell you to,” he commanded. And he spanked me four times on my ass, really hard, to make sure I got the message. But it was too late. The unbelievable, mind-blowing eroticism of what was clearly just the opening moments was too much for me. Without even touching myself any further, my orgasm slammed through me and rope after long, thick rope of my sperm squirted out of my swollen penis, all over his polished hardwood floor.

 

[Duke610]

I craved him. I wanted to own him. To dominate him. To turn him out. To make him my bitch. My slave. My whore. But I knew it would unnerve him to say those words to him, so I let my actions speak for me.

Forcing guys to take a real long, careful close look at my cock is always a good start. I aggressively face-fucked him for a few minutes, and then I made him do the piss slit thing. It feels okay – not great – but it’s so unusual to find someone who’s done it before, especially someone his age, that I figured it’d blow his mind.

At this point, I really had to see him naked. The t-shirt came off, and because he was kneeling in front of me, the first thing I saw was his back – unusually and remarkably hairy for an 18 year old. The shorts and his briefs came off next and I had to stifle a whistle of appreciation, for an extremely hairy 7” cock – swollen rigid almost to bursting – and a set of truly enormous balls set in a huge shock of wiry, thick pubic hair.

He started to suck me again and to jack himself off. No way was that going to happen, I wanted to prolong his delicious agony as long as possible. So I slapped his hand away and spanked him. I don’t know if he’d passed the point of no return already, or if that was what sent him over the edge, but he let out this deep, long groan of ecstasy and came. He was still on his hands and knees so I couldn’t actually see it happen, but the first squirt shot out ahead of him and landed on the floor about a meter behind me. His groaning and panting continued for several more seconds – it was obvious he was ejaculating a huge quantity of sperm. The air instantly filled with the acrid smell of a young man’s come.

He sagged to the ground and, sure enough, huge streaks and spatters of semen were all over the floor. His cock was still leaking and he looked incredibly satisfied. “Wow! That was great!” he exclaimed. “We haven’t even gotten started,” I replied. “Stand up.” He did, a little unsteadily, and I picked up his still stiff cock and pulled him behind me, like a pull toy, I into my bedroom.

“Get on the bed, on your hands and knees,” I commanded. I grabbed a pump jar of aloe lubricant and some towels. “Hey, I use that to jack off!” he chirped. “How often?” I asked. “Oh, ‘bout 4 or 5 times a day, sometimes more,” he replied, proudly. “Whatcha gonna do with it?”

Without giving him even a second to think, I walked behind him, spread his incredibly hairy ass cheeks apart, stuck the nozzle into his wrinkled sphincter, and gave the pump three long, hard squirts.

“I’m going to stick my large penis up your asshole and fuck you until you can’t walk,” I replied. And then I did.