Separate names with a comma.
Several months ago, my wife and I, along with a couple friends went to Vegas for a few days. The goal, was just to get away. No preconceived notions about winning or losing. We were out to just have a good time.
We stayed at the Bellagio and enjoyed all that the hotel and casino had to offer. We saw a few shows including Mystere and Mind Freak, walked around to all the various casinos, and went to Old Vegas to explore that a bit. But, this is not the point of my story, of course.
It was during this time the Jennine was having some medical issues and we were unable to have sex for the most part. We could occasionally have slow, very slow, sensual sex which was fucking amazing but during the week leading up to Vegas and the week of Vegas we were unable to have sex at all.
Personally, I was in the midst of a very stressful couple weeks at work and in life in general so I hadn’t even jerked off for close to a week. to say I was going crazy is an understatement.
Luckily, I have a pretty amazing wife who one night when she saw me walking back from a shower with an obvious hard on said, “Hey babe, if you need to go find someone to relieve some tension, I’d be ok with that, as long as it’s not another woman.”
“What?! Are you serious?!” I replied, sounding surprised.
“Absolutely hun. When in Vegas, I guess.”
“Well, I’ll just put myself out there and see what happens, I guess.”
So I proceeded to download Grindr to scope out the local scene. To say I faced a barrage of hits is an understatement. There were countless hot ass guys that wanted to have some fun, but I was after something special.
I first found Alex the next morning. He was hot as hell. Skinny but not a twink and not a jock either. Definitely toned and worked out. But his cock got my attention. A massive 8.5 uncut inches was hanging from the 21 year old’s body. I wanted it. Bad. But - he was only interested in stroking off. I wanted more.
I put the phone away for the morning while we got showered and went to breakfast. After a few screwdrivers and some amazing eggs, we went into Caesar’s Palace to gamble a little before the crowd got there. I sat down at a bank of video blackjack machines and began to play.
I noticed a sexy dude walk past and sit down a few machines to my left. I was Alex. Fuck it, I thought. I grabbed my phone, opened Grindr, and messaged him. “Hey stud, look to your right.”
When he did, I just looked at him and smiled. He returned the smile and got up to walk towards me. He was wearing shorts made of a very light, almost linen type fabric, a tight tee, boat shoes, and a backwards cap. Very preppy. Usually not my type, but whatever.
He leaned down to my ear and whispered, “Come with me stud.”
I got up and followed him. He led us directly into the men’s room and into a last stall. The room was empty except for us. We locked the door to the stall and immediately began to make out. His cock was rock hard almost instantly pressed against mine. I massaged it through his shorts. He moaned quietly.
“Still just want a handie, bro?” I whispered in his ear.
He nodded, smirked, and let his head roll back. I kissed his neck making his cock throb.
I pulled his belt open, unbuttoned his shorts, pushed them down and let his massive cock spring free. I began to tug his massive fuck stick while making out with him, sucking his ear lobe, and kissing his neck. He moaned so quietly in my ear. His voice was crazy deep for his body size. I was surprised.
He tried to unzip my fly and pull my hog out, but I batted his hand away. I was going to service him and save my nut for what I hoped to be a stellar jock pussy. He tried again. I again pushed him away. “This is your moment, dude.” I hissed.
He moaned like a bitch and relented to allowing me to work his shaft without reciprocation. My cock was straining at my fly, and a wet spot was forming, but I really didn’t want to loose the week long nut I had saved up.
“Are you a bottom, dude?” I whispered in his ear.
He nodded and moaned. I spun him around and ground my hard on into his bare ass. It was muscled and hard, but not big. He laid his head back on my shoulder as I continued to push my clothed cock into his crack and quickly working his uncut monster cock in my fist. He was getting close. His breathing was deep and fast. His knees were weakening. His moans became closer together and more forceful. He would have been a great fuck.
I pulled his head over and locked his lips. “You ready to cum, sexy?” I whispered. He tried to get a “yeaaaa” out but his breath wouldn’t let him. I moved us so he was facing the toilet and continued to work him over pretty well. He wrapped one arm around my back pulling my cock into him harder and the other arm up around my neck. I was supporting his whole weight while stroking him.
Within 5-6 pumps, he was cumming. A single rocket of cum shot out of his swollen head and landed in the toilet. From there he started oozing a sizeable load all over the place. I was careful to move up to allow it to drool into the toilet and not all over his clothes.
His orgasm subsided after 30 or so seconds. His once steel hard cock was now soft and spongey in my palm. I was surprised he didn’t loose much length when he softened, but figured it was swole from the rub and tug I just gave him.
We kissed a little more. He pulled his shorts up and adjusted himself to look presentable. Albeit more than a little flush.
He looked down at my still raging hard on, with a wet spot the diameter of a tennis ball on my left inner thigh. He ran his hand down the length of my meat, stopping to massage the head a little. “Damn, stud. You’d feel good in my tight little ass.”
I just smiled. We both left the stall, washed our hands next to each other and walked out. We went directly to the bar where I bought him a beer. He held it up to cheers and said, “To big dicks and handies in the men’s room.”
“Cheers” I replied and smirked.
He looked down, noticing my still rock hard cock. “Dude. Will that thing ever go away?”
“Eventually. When I cum.” I said laughing.
“It’s good to be young and virile.”
“That it is.”
We finished our beers and each went our separate ways.
I met up with Jennine and our friends. She immediately noticed the wet spot and smiled. “No luck?”
“I have faith in you baby.”
“I have faith in me too.”
And we continued to gamble and eat and drink.
To be continued…..
Many of you have messaged, commented, kik’d, etc. about the thirst for a new story from me. Remember all of my stories are true. Only names and occasionally places have been changed to protect the guilty. This hookup is no exception.
Jennine and I had been engaged for several months. I had kept true to my word about not hooking up with men after our engagement. Sure, I had met up with some buddies over the course of the months to stroke out a nice fat load or two. But there was no touching. No head. No sex.
Jennine and I had agreed to meet for dinner one evening after work at the Melting Pot in the Galleria Mall in Buffalo. It’s one of our favorite restaurants. I hadn’t made it to the gym before work like usual, so I stopped there right after work. I got a great lift in and carried about my business.
I made it to the mall with an hour or so to spare, so I stopped in Dicks to grab a new jock and compressions.
The store was pretty quiet for being a weekday at rush hour. I was in the athletic section looking at a new pair of compressions when this blonde stud walked over to the same clothes rack I was at.
He was about 6′2, 220, pure muscle. He had on a tight muscle fit tee and joggers. His dick was clearly visible. His arms were swole from what I had to assume was a trip tot he gym just prior to the mall. More importantly however, he looked vaguely familiar.
“Hey dude, how’s it goin?” I asked.
“Great man, you?”
“Can’t complain. If I just could find a pair of compressions that I like.”
“HAHA, I have the same problem. My favorite pair just fell apart changing at the gym. I hate I have to replace them.”
“I was gonna say, you’re lookin’ swole man.” giving him the up and down.
Smirks. “Thanks. You too, actually.”
“Shoulder day does it every time.” Smiling back.
We carried about our business making small talk for a few minutes more. I was looking at a new Bike jock (classic white) when he comes over by me and said, “Hey man, so this is awkward, but I swear I know you from somewhere.”
“Dude. I felt the same way. Just can’t place you.”
“Do you go Worlds in Williamsville by chance?”
“Nope, LA in Orchard Park or Downtown usually.”
“Damn. Wish I could place it.”
We both laughed and introduced ourselves. “Well, I’m TJ.”
“Brandon. Nice to meet you man.”
I grabbed my jock and went back for the compressions I was debating about. He followed me and immediately said, “Dude. This is outta left field, but I think I’ve got it. Are you on Grindr by chance?”
“Fuck. Yup. That’s it.”
“I knew it!”
“Dude, we talked for a few days then you disappeared.”
“I know man, I just got weirded out by the whole thing.”
“I hear you there man. I’m gone from there too.”
“Well, I’m glad we officially met now. What are the odds of running into you here?!?”
“Right?! By the way. I wasn’t just talking about your arms when I said you were looking swole.” Looking right at his cock, then back up at his eyes. Smirking.
“I knew what you meant.” smiling back.
“Come with me.”
I led him to the dressing rooms. We both had something we could plausibly try on. I went in a changing room, and pulled him in behind me.
“Whoa, fuck dude. What the hell….”
I didn’t say anything. I just touched is lips with my finger to shush him, and dropped to my knees. I tugged his joggers down to find him freeballing.
His cock was perfect for throating. Soft, he was 3-4 inches. Cut. Nice heavy balls, but not hangers. Trimmed perfectly.
I swallowed his soft cock and tugged his sac. It didn’t take long to make him hard as steel. I started sucking his pipe like it was my job.
Within 45 seconds he tapped my head. I looked up and he mouthed, “Cum.”
I nodded, and sucked harder. Seconds later he erupted down my throat. A nice thick load. Not huge, but not small either.
I stood up, adjusted my hard on in my jeans. I kissed his neck and whispered in his ear, “next time it’s your turn bruh.”
“What’s your number?”
We exchanged digits. I left first, going to checkout. He followed 30 seconds later. We checked out at the same time in different lines. When we walked out into the mall, we went opposite directions.
I got a text 5 minutes later, “Hey dude. I can’t believe how hot that was. I definitely owe you. Let’s get together soon.”
I met up with Jennine for dinner. We shared a bottle of wine and great conversation. That night I filled her pussy with an epic amount of thick cum.
A couple of years ago, attended a local brewfest which benefited charity.
While I was there I ran into a couple guys I know from my gym. They happen to be brothers. Todd, and Rich.
Both are extremely masculine and physically fit. Todd is 32- maybe 6’ and has a light beard. He’s built but not ripped, though he is definitely toned. He has a slight V line and his ass is amazing.
Rich is younger, he’s 29. Is shorter than his brother by a couple inches and is clean cut. He’s your classic pretty boy jock. He’s ripped and has a great ass, but not as nice as Todd’s.
They are usually at the gym in the mornings together and we’ve become casual friends. We’ve showered together multiple times and been in the sauna together - even jerking off - a few times.
Dick wise both are average length, cut, and pretty thick. They both have really nice nuts - but not huge. Todd is neatly trimmed and Rich is clean shaven.
So I saw them at this event and went over to chat with them for a bit. We were all pretty wasted off the free beer. Eventually we started joking around about sex and needing to get laid and talking about spanking it at the gym, which the both said was crazy hot and intense.
In the course of the conversation, Todd said that he could really go for a group stroke that night - which we all agreed would be amazing. We headed to my place after the event ended.
At my place we had a couple brews and all sat on the couch watching porn on my laptop. I found a really hot MMF scene that we all were in to.
Within a few minutes we were all pushing our pants down around our ankles letting our cocks spring free and started to stroke while watching the porno.
I was sitting between the guys rubbing my dick and watching Todd and Rich more than anything else when Todd moaned that he could really use a hot slob job - I of course seized the chance and leaned down and gave his dick a lick on the head.
He didn’t resist at all - in fact - he pushed my head down on it - so I started sucking his rod like a fucking hoover.
Within a couple minutes Rich was audibly jealous and wanted some too.
I started switching back and forth - sucking the hell out of both of their amazing cocks.
In the porn at this point, the chick was getting spit roasted by the dudes. Todd asked Rich if he had ever double teamed a chick - which he hadn't but said he’d love to. Todd agreed.
“What about double teaming a dude?” I asked earnestly.
After just a couple seconds of hesitation, Todd got up and grabbed a rubber from his jeans, stretched it down over his steel hard cock and using the lube from our jerking off entered me.
I was kneeling on the floor between Rich’s legs getting mounted by his brother.
I ended up on all fours in the middle of my living room floor getting spit roasted. Todd was an amazing fuck. He was very fluid in his movements and had a great rhythm. His cock slid in and out of me effortlessly and he definitely knew how to make it feel good.
Soon, Todd was close and wanted to cum in my mouth. He and Rich switched spots using another condom from Todd’s jeans. Todd nutted deep down my throat within a couple of minutes. Rich was getting close too, and wanted to blow on my abs, so I rolled over and started cranking my own cock, hoping to cum at the same time as the young stud railing me.
He started railing the fuck outta me. He was 100x more aggressive that his older brother. More verbal and dominant. He knew what he liked, and what he wanted, and how to move to make himself cum hard.
His skillfull fucking made me cum hard. I exploded all over my chest and neck and abs. The sight pushed Rich over the edge. He pulled out and came all over my torso. His load was enormous.
I wiped the loads off my body with my hands, licking them clean. We were all still out of breath and totally sexually exhausted but had a few more brews hanging out naked on my couch chatting.
Eventually, it was time for them to leave. I rinsed off and went to bed, and slept better than I have in a long time.
I saw them this morning at the gym. They both came right over to me and told me how powerful their orgasms were. Both pointed out that they wanted to get together again. I can definitely see this happening more and more in the not so distant future.
Since I have made a conscious effort not to hook up with men since Jennine and I got engaged I’ve fielded approximately 1 Million requests for my dick and ass via text message. Literally every single stud that I’ve banged in the last 10 years has reached out, it seems.
It was a text from Travis however that peaked my interest. He didn’t want me to fuck him. He didn’t want to fuck me. He simply sent me a picture of his new Fleshlight with the caption, “Wanna play with my new toy?”
I did. I really, really did. I told Travis to come by my house after the gym on Saturday. Jennine was gone for the day, shopping in Rochester with her sister so the coast was clear.
I got up early Saturday morning and went to the gym. As is usual this time of year, the place was full of the the amateurs. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all about people getting in shape, but fuck… there should be a limit to the number of new members allowed inside at any one time.
The workout was great, and I didn’t feel like showering there, so I left, still in my gym clothes. I swung by Starbucks and then straight home. It was around 10 or so by the time I got home, watched the news, drank my coffee, and took a shower.
When Travis rang my doorbell at noon, I was dying to get off. I purposely hadn’t stroked it since his initial text on Thursday, and Jennine was on the rag, so there was no pussy, either. To say I was horny is an understatement.
I answered the door wearing nothing but white mesh gym shorts. I had them sitting low on my hips, slightly showing my freshly trimmed pubes over the waist band. Travis took his coat off and was in jeans and a tight tee. He greeted me with a ball tap and grabbed my ass.
“Fuck brah, I gotta admit, I’ve been jonesing for your tight hole.” he said.
“I feel ya man. But I’m really trying to be faithful to Jennine.”
We went in the living room and he tossed his gym bag on the floor next to the couch. He opened it and pulled his Fleshlight out, setting it on my coffee table. I went and got a bottle of lube since he forgot it. But when I returned, He was sitting on my couch in his boxer briefs, lightly rubbing his bulge.
“Mother fuck you’re a sexy ass.” I laughed.
“Find us some porn, dude. Preferably bi.”
“I found an incredible bi video on PornHub and streamed it to my 60″ TV. I pushed my gym shorts to the floor, stepping out of them and noticing Travis’ jock in his gym bag.
“I didn’t know you wear a jock to work out?”
“Just started. Love how it feels.”
“Lets see you in it.”
He got up and pushed his boxer briefs down. His cock was swollen, but not hard. He pulled the jock on and adjusted his heavy balls in the pouch. I couldn’t help but stare at him. I wanted him. Bad.
“Fuck dude, you look amazing!”
“Thanks! Let’s see what you look like in it. Been a minute since I’ve seen you in a jock.”
I stood up and took the strap from him, and pulled it on. It was tight around my waist. I fought for a minute to get my cock and balls inside the pouch without spilling out the sides. Once in it, I flexed for him. His dick began to grow.
“You are incredible, TJ.”
I pushed the jock back down and sat next to Travis on the couch. Completely naked, and semi hard, we restarted the porn.
I reached over, and started stroking Travis’ soft cock. He moaned and bit his bottom lip. He was rock hard within a couple minutes and was squirting pre every couple strokes. He reached over into my lap and grabbed my semi hard, leaking dick. His grip was tight. He pumped me up to a throbbing bone before he let go, and grabbed the Fleshlight.
I grabbed the lube and drizzled a bunch over his meaty cock, greasing it up with my hand before doing the same to myself.
He pushed his dick slowly into the toy, moaning like crazy while he did. He pumped a couple strokes into the toy and pulled out, and pushed it down over my cock. It was TIGHT as hell. Like, crazy tight. But fuck, did it feel good.
I took hold of it and pumped my cock in and out of it. He was watching me, stroking his dick with his fist like a mad man.
We continued to pass the Fleshlight back and forth for over a hour before Travis moaned “TJ I’m gonna explode.”
“Cum on my chest stud”
He stood up and exploded all over my ripped chest. The way he went all out on his throbbing cock and seeing it explode all over me and his facial expressions during his orgasm were amazingly intense.
It didn’t take long and I was ready to bust. My eyes were rolled back in my head, I was rubbing Travis’ hot cum all over my chest and abs while stroking my meat like a fiend. I was close.
I threw a leg up over Trav’s and moaned in pleasure. “I’m gonna cum dude.” I uttered.
“Cum in my mouth man.”
“Awe fuck… Ok.”
I stood up and Travis got on his knees on the floor in front of me. I kept beating my dick with my head dangerously close to his open, waiting mouth. I started to cum. Rope after rope after rope exploded and flew straight into his straight jock mouth. He waited until my nuts were fully drained before taking two tries to completely swallow my fresh load.
We popped a beer open and hung out all afternoon, naked, watching playoff football.
I had the opportunity to head out to Albany for a week on business, so I seized the opportunity to stay with Marcus and Samantha during my visit.
I left Buffalo on Monday around noon, and arrived in Albany - more precisely, at Marcus’ home - around 4 pm. I pulled in the driveway and parked behind Marcus’ truck. When I knocked on the door, he answered in gym shorts, obviously free balling - as usual, and a tight tee. My dick instantly twitched. I had forgotten just how sexy this stud really is. I was wearing loose sweats, boxers, a hoodie, and a backwards cap. My dick print was fairly obvious, but not obscene.
I sat my overnight bag on the floor, kicked off my shoes, and gave Marcus a big bro hug. We greeted each other and he led me into the kitchen where he handed me a frosty Blue Light.
“Where’s Sam?” I asked.
“She’s at work till 6.”
“Oh nice. And the little guy?”
“Day care, also till 6. Just us ‘till then.”
“Awesome man. Been too fuckin’ long dude.”
“You know it bruh.”
We chatted more and drank a few more beers, finally settling down next to each other on the couch in the living room. Our legs were touching, but strangely, not in a sexual way. We just shot the shit as bros do. He had CNN on and we talked about how sexy some of their anchors are - both the men and women. His attitudes about sexual attraction hadn’t changed at all. He was most definitely still bi.
Around this time Samantha and their son got home. She walked in and gave me a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek. She smelled so fucking good. I’ve always been attracted to Samantha. She’s absolutely gorgeous. When their son, Tony, saw me, he ran over and gave me a huge hug also, driving his head right square into my dick. Fucker. I doubled over in pain, which made him laugh - right along with Marcus and Samantha.
Nothing really exciting happened until after dinner. Samantha had prepared an amazing meal - well, with help from Marcus and I outside grilling. We seized the time out in the garage grilling. We drank a couple more brews and when we were sure Samantha and Tony were no where to be found, “So dude, now that you’re engaged, does that mean that you and I can’t have any fun?” Marcus asked, smirking like a cock hungry whore.
“Dude. Missed your opportunity this afternoon. We had two fucking hours to do what ever we wanted before Samantha and the boy got home.”
“Fuck man, I know. I was honestly worried that you wouldn’t want to.”
“Seriously?!?! Have we met?”
“I know man. Ya know, I saw the blog stories about me and well….”
“Awe fuck. You’re not pissed are ya?”
“Fuck no. I drained my nuts to both of them about 5 times so far. Was great to relive that first time.”
Smiling, “Glad you enjoyed. In the interest of full disclosure though, I’m not game for sex. But definitely have really, really been looking forward to feeling your hands wrapped around this.” grabbing my now semi hard cock through my sweats.
“What time is your meeting tomorrow?”
“I’m free all day tomorrow dude. What time do you get home from work?”
“Took the day off.” winking and smiling. “We can get drunk, baked, and just goon the fuck out all day man. After the gym, that is.”
“Apart from the baked part, I’m so down.”
By this time, the steaks were finished, so we went back inside and enjoyed what turned out to be one of the best meals I’ve had in a while. After Tony was put to bed, Samantha changed into a pair of yoga pants and a tight tee. I could not stop looking at her ass. I was fairly certain she wasn’t wearing any underwear and I wanted desperately to just reach out and grab her perfect butt.
She sat next to Marcus on the couch, cuddled up next him. They have never been shy about their sexual desire and within a few minutes, I watched Samantha slide her hand up Marcus leg, into his shorts, and start rubbing his soft piece of Italian Sausage. He looked at me, grinning, as she kept masturbating him right in front of me. She was watching TV and not really paying attention to the fact that I was staring directing at her hand on his junk.
She pulled her hand out and kissed his cheek, whispering in his ear what I assume had to be something along the lines of “I’m going upstairs, you coming?” because he nodded and said, “I’ll be right there babe.”
She walked past me, grabbing my shoulder with the same hand that had just been wrapped around his dick. Bitch. “Good night TJ. If you need anything, please holler, otherwise, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Good night, Sam. I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
She went up the stairs toward their bedroom and I immediately looked directly at Marcus who had is cock pulled out of his shorts… it was throbbing and leaking pre everywhere. “You fucker.” I said.
“What can I say dude, she likes how I fuck.”
“And I can relate to that. Go give it to her dude. Make her fucking scream loud enough so I can hear you.”
“One one condition: You can’t nut tonight. You have to save it for me tomorrow.”
“You bitch. Ok. Fine.”
He laughed and went upstairs with me right behind him. I smacked his amazing ass as I turned into my room. The master bedroom was two doors down from me. The only thing between us was a linen closet. As I closed the door behind me, I tore my shirt off and pushed my sweats and boxers off leaving me naked and leaking. I felt a couple drops of pre cum hit my foot as I walked across the room to the bed. I was admittedly exhausted and didn’t even have an interest in playing online or watching any more TV. I turned off the light and hopped in bed. It was incredibly difficult to keep my hands off my cock.
Within just a few minutes I heard the unmistakable sound of a bed creaking rhythmically. Then I heard Marcus moaning a little. Then Samantha started. Moaning softly but getting louder and louder. Before long she was moaning out loud and I swear I heard the words, “FUCK ME DADDY” come out of her mouth before the bed started to pound against the wall, rattling the whole damn house. My cock was throbbing under the blankets, but I kept my hands interlocked behind my head as my buddy slammed the dick into his wife’s amazing body.
I remembered how hard he fucked me as I listened to them go at it. Before long she was cumming. Loudly. I could hear it like I was in the room with them. Later I learned that their bed was against the same wall as mine. After she came a couple of times, I finally heard the familiar sound of Marcus grunting and moaning as he exploded.
The next morning, I woke up around 5. I pulled on a fresh pair of boxers and went downstairs. I found Samantha already awake, wearing only one of Marcus’ big tee shirts and what looked like boy shorts. She was cooking eggs for herself and offered to fry up a couple for me. I accepted and sat down at their breakfast bar. “Had I known you were up, I’d have put some pants on.” I said laughing.
“It’s ok TJ. You look amazing like that. I’ll never get sick of seeing those abs.”
“How’d you sleep?”
“Pretty good, after about an hour of being in the bed.” I said with a smirk.
“Oh, I’m sorry! Guess we got a little carried away.”
“A little!?!?“ laughing and smiling.
She just smiled and handed me my eggs. About this time, Marcus and Tony came down the stairs and the process started all over again.
After Sam and Tony were off for the day, Marcus asked me if I heard them. I affirmed that I did and that no, I didn’t nut, even though their sheets are now covered in my pre. He laughed and suggested we hit the gym. I agreed.
After working out, we stopped for coffee and went back to Marcus’ place. Neither of us showered at the gym that morning. I was actually kind of bummed that Marcus didn’t want to take the time for that. There were some major studs in the locker room while we were changing.
As soon as we got home, he pushed me against the wall and kissed me. “Woah dude. Just stroking, remember.”
“Sorry sexy, I’ve just been dying to do that for a while.”
“It’s all good stud. Let’s get clean and get our cocks out. My nuts are ACHING.”
We went upstairs to the master bedroom. Marcus pulled his stringer off and pushed down his shorts. He was wearing compression shorts which made his ass look phenomenal. My cock twitched. He pushed his compression shorts off and tossed his smooth balls in his hand. “You just gonna stare or you gonna get naked?”
I pulled my tee off and dropped my shorts also. I was in a black Bike jock. I pushed my thumbs under the waist band and started to push it down when Marcus said, “Wait. Turn around for me.”
I did as I was told, and flexed my hard ass for him in my jock.
“Fuck dude. You are one fine piece of meat. Ok go ahead and push that down. Bending over for me so I can see your tight pussy.”
I did as I was asked and when I stood back up and turned around, Marcus was fully hard, stroking his fat Italian cock. “Apparently you like that cunt huh dude?”
“I fucking love it. Let’s shower.”
He followed me into the master bathroom. They have a huge walk-in rainfall shower with no doors. I could feel his eyes burning holes in my jock ass as I walked.
We soaped up and washed off. I helped him soap up his entire body, spending extra time soaping up his thick shaft and rubbing his big balls in my hands. He moaned like Samantha did the night before. He returned the favor for me, soaping up my body. He spent a ton of time working the soap into my ass. I could feel his throbbing, leaking, cock against my sac as he stood behind me, rubbing soap into my chest and abs and down to my cock. I leaned my head back against his shoulder and moaned. I missed him. I missed his hands on my body. And I missed how good he fucks.
We rinsed and dried off, going back downstairs to the couch naked. “We can’t do this here. There’s gonna be too much cum to clean up. Let’s go to the man cave.” he suggested.
I followed him to the basement into his man cave. There was a big ass couch and a monster TV. In a locked cabinet, he pulled out several porn choices, and a big bottle of lube. I sat on the couch, staring at his tight body, lightly tossing my balls in my fingers. My cock was limp as could be, but drooling. “You got a towel down here bro. My dick is drooling already.”
“Yea man, laundry room is right through there. I think Samantha tossed some in the dryer this morning.”
I looked around, and grabbed two. I laid mine on the couch and sat on it. My dick was resting on the towel itself. My nuts were heavy as hell and full of cum. I was aching even more after the shower and the work out.
He popped in a hot as fuck bi porn and sat next to me on the other towel. Our knees and thighs were touching. To say we were sitting next to each other was a bit of an understatement. He turned the volume up a little so we could hear the porno but we were mostly focused on one another. I reached across and grabbed his semi, hanging cock. I could feel it stiffen in my hand. “Did Sam get you hard this quick on the couch last night?”
“No fuckin’ way man.”
“Good.” I kept working his hardening dick in my fist. He drizzled some lube down onto his shaft allowing me to grease my palm at the same time. I was stroking him nice and slow, watching him breathe heavier and heavier as he grew harder. I leaned over and took his nip into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue. He squirted a rope of pre and moaned so loud, “oooooooh fuck, TJ”
I felt his hand slide over and grab my semi hard dick. He peeled the skin back off my head and started working my pole like a pro. I moaned too. His hand felt amazing wrapped around my thick shaft. He definitely knows how to jack a dude off.
We kept stroking each other until we were both on the cusp of exploding. He reached it first. But barely. “I’m gonna nut.” he moaned.
“So am I baby.” I moaned back.
“Where do you want my fuckin’ seed?“
“On my chest.”
He got up and stood over me, stroking his gorgeous cock for me. “Cum for me daddy.”
“Yea? You want this big load, stud?”
“Fuck yea! Give me your cum.”
He started totally going nuts on his cock. I watched as his eyes rolled back in his head, he started moaning like crazy, and his nuts tightened pumping a MASSIVE load out and all over my chest and abs. There was no spraying this time. He had ROPES. He finally stopped nutting and he just dropped to his knees, exhausted. “Holy shit TJ. That was intense.”
“Hell yea, it was. That load was huge. Where do you want me to pop?”
“On my cock.”
I stood up, letting him sit back down. His semi hard, swollen, still throbbing, aching dick was bright red. He was breathing hard and deep. He was exhausted.
I scooped a glob of his fresh load off my abs and used it to grease my cock. I was squirting pre with every stroke. I was close. So fucking close. I just gooned out on my meat, staring at Marcus. Biting my lip. I wanted him. So fucking bad. Just then, I felt it coming. I leaned down and aimed my dick at his freshly drained unit. Rope after rope after rope of thick jizz fired out and splashed against his soft cock.
I was tired after probably the hardest orgasm I’ve ever had masturbating. I was spent. Out of breath. I sat next to Marcus, who was rubbing my cum all over his body and moaning. I rubbed his cum into my body also.
It was noon by the time we both caught our breath. I got up from the couch, still naked, still covered in now dry, cum. I grabbed two beers out of the fridge for us and sat back down next to Marcus.
We jacked off together 3 more times that day. Once more in the basement, once in Marcus and Samantha’s bed and once in the shower when we washed all the cum off our spent, drained bodies.
We got dressed and were just opening a fresh beer when Samantha and Tony walked through the door. Again, Tony ran and hugged me, drilling his head into my dick. I winced, but my nuts were aching from pumping so much cum that i hardly noticed anything different. Samantha gave me a kiss on the cheek and rubbed Marcus’ limp dick lightly while kissing him. “You two boys have a good day?” she asked with a knowing smirk.
“Definitely.” we said in unison.
She handed us 4 chicken breasts to grill, a pair of beers, and sent us to the garage.
That night, there was no noise from their room and none from mine either. I slept like a log. The next morning, I got up, showered in the guest bathroom, pulled a suit on and went to my meeting.
From there, i came back to Buffalo.
Later that day, I got a text from Marcus,”Hey sexy. So good to see you. Can’t wait to do it again.”
“Likewise, bruh. Keep making her howl for me, until next time.”
I got home and laid the pipe to Jennine in an epic way and fell asleep, exhausted.
After that first dive into male on male sexual activity, Marcus changed a little. He was clearly more comfortable in his own skin. He continued to date Samantha, whom he was deeply and madly in love with. She was incredibly attractive and she, Marcus, Jennine, and I all became close friends.
Marcus apparently immediately told Samantha that he was experiencing some confusion about his sexuality, though never mentioned our exploit. Samantha brought it up to Jennine shortly after.
Jennine, the cunning fox that she is, worked hard to calm Samantha’s fears and encourage her to be open minded about the situation. She relayed that I am bi, and that she’s ok with that.
Marcus and I continued to workout together, and he was more open and honest about who he was after our initial encounter. We became extremely close friends, and remain so today. But this is not the point of this story.
It was about a week after I blew Marcus that he sent me a text, wanting to get together to hang out with out the girls. I figured he wanted another, as he called it, [The] best blow job of [his] life.” I was more than willing to swallow another load of his, too. So we set it up.
He came by my place one weekend afternoon while Jennine and Samantha were out shopping. I remember distinctly he was wearing mesh shorts and a tank top. He looked amazing, actually. I could see his dick print clearly so I assumed he was free balling.
I answered the door wearing sweats and a beater. I too, was freeballing and had been edging for an hour or so watching some porn and blogging. My bone was semi hard and thick as hell in my sweats. He immediately noticed my print and commented on it. I can’t remember his exact words, but I’m sure they were along the lines of, “Jesus dude, you get started without me?”
We went to the living room where I had a bi porn paused on my laptop and an open bottle of lube sitting on the coffee table. He immediately pushed play and sat next to me.
We watched the porn and I had already decided that I wanted to try to get him to plow me, so I was all cleaned and prepped for that, just in case. (Have I mentioned how much I love my Shower Shot? Seriously, get one).
I reached over and slid my hand down his shorts, grabbing his semi hard cock. He moaned hard. I had him.
I let go of his dick and swung my leg over him, pivoting at the same time so I was sitting on his lap, facing him. He didn’t resist. I noticed that he bit his bottom lip and kept looking directly at my mouth. He wanted a kiss. I locked my lips on his, and he began exploring my mouth with his tongue.
I remember thinking that he was a great kisser and that if his tongue was that talented, I can only imagine how it feels on Samantha’s pussy. I could feel him boning up in his shorts. I kissed his neck and bit his ear lobe. It was oddly sensual. I say oddly, because I’m not a huge fan of romantic sex with men. I prefer to fuck. To dominate. Or, when I bottom, to be dominated. Totally and completely. I wanted him to use me like a fucking faggot that afternoon.
He had already told me that he liked it rough. I knew I was going to get the pounding I craved if I could convince him to actually mount me.
I stood up and tore my beater in half removing it and pushed my sweats off. My semi hard cock was dripping pre all over the place. I pulled his shorts off as he removed his tank top. He was throbbing hard. His head slick with pre.
I climbed back up on him. My dick was resting on his abs, drooling all over him. I reached back and pushed his cock against my ass and started stroking him with my crack. He moaned like a bitch.
“Fuck I want you so bad, dude.” he moaned to me. That’s all I needed to hear. I stood up, grabbed a condom from the end table and rolled it down over his rock hard pole. I had thought ahead and knew he didn’t need a magnum, so I had purchased a box of standard fit Trojans. It fit him tight and he filled it almost completely. I drizzled a generous amount of lube over his rubbered cock and worked some into my ass as well.
I mounted him again and kissed him. Slowly, I pushed down on his raging bone until he was completely inside of me. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck” he moaned as I slid down on him.
I started riding him nice and slow. I wasn’t sure how long he’d last the first time. We continued to kiss deeply and me kept moaning. “You’re cock feels huge in my pussy bruh.” I moaned in his ear.
“Yea, dude? You like that fat cock?”
“Fuck yea bruh. I love it. You wanna really fuck me?”
“Good. Make me your bitch.”
I got off of him and got on all fours on the coffee table. I stood behind me and slammed his cock into me with a force I hadn’t seen from him before. He drove that straight jock dick home inside of me so fucking hard I sore it was going to come out my mouth. I winced in pain, but moaned in pleasure. “Fuck yea stud. Just like that. Fuck me!”
I arched my back as I felt him grab my hips and start ruining me. He went at me for what felt like ever. He was relentless. Never slowed, or stopped. Never once lost his rhythm. Just a hard, fucking pounding.
“I wanna see your face.” he said after about 10 minutes. He pulled out of me and I got up and laid on the floor. I spread my legs wide open, holding my legs back so he could enter me. As soon as he did, my dick jumped. Ahhhh, finally. He found the gland.
He held my calves as he brutally fucked me. His cock was sliding in and out of me so easily by this time that I started to focus on cumming hands free. He hit my spot every thrust. His head is so fuckin’ big I would be shocked if he could even avoid hitting it to be honest.
I closed my eyes and started to moan like a chick. I wanted him to see me cum. I wanted to coat my chest and abs with a monster load of jizz. I wanted him to fuck the cum out of me.
“Oh fuck yea, bruh. Fuck that ass.”
“Yea, fuckin’ take it, bitch.”
“Oh yea, just like that! fuck me harder! Harder! HARDER!!!”
“You’re so fucking sexy with my cock in your ass dude.”
“Oh fuck baby, I’m gonna cum.” And just then, I exploded. Rope after rope after rope of thick white cum splattered all over my torso. I hadn’t even slightly stroked my cock. He legit fucked it out of me. Watching me cum must have pushed him over the edge too.
“Mother fuck. I’m gonna cum too.”
“Cum on me.”
He pulled out in the nick of time got the condom off before he exploded. He sprayed cum everywhere. There was cum all over my fucking floor, me, my face, my cock, my balls, my ass. EVERYWHERE.
He kissed me again and snapped a picture of me covered in two creamy white loads before he asked to take a shower. I stood up and showered with him. We got dressed and hung out on the couch for a couple more hours watching espn and talking about what had just happened.
He told me that my ass was tighter than Samantha’s pussy and that he was amazed I could take it as good as I did. He also had never even heard of a dude cumming hands free and said that was the hottest thing he had ever seen.
He left and I shampoo’d my living room floor to get the cum off it (not the first time).
After that day, we continued to workout together, hang out with the girls, hang out together - both platonic and sexual. He eventually moved to Albany for work but we remain very close friends. We see each other whenever I go to Albany or he comes to Buffalo. He and Samantha are married now, and have a baby boy. A perfect little Italian with the most adorable smile. He says that in Albany he has only wadded into the bisexual scene a couple times and never further than stroking with a couple friends he’s made at the gym. I am actually heading to Albany tomorrow for a conference and plan to stay at their place for a few days. It will be good to go to the gym with Marcus again and, fingers crossed, find some time to mutually rub one or more out with a bro.
I never convinced him to let me fuck him. He was interested, but not with my dick. In his words, “You’re way too fucking big for me.” But I was able to eventually finger blast him and rim his virgin jock ass. I wanted nothing more than to slide deep in that perfect little pussy. But it was not to be. He continued to dominate me completely in ways that still blow my mind. The sex was absolutely incredible with Marcus. He lasted far longer than anyone else I’ve been fucked by. His stamina for ruthless hard pounding (physical stamina) was insane.
Marcus and I met a couple years ago at a dive bar in Buffalo. He’s your typical closeted gay Italian American male. He was 28 at the time and was in the “curious” stage of his orientation discovery process.
It all started pretty nonchalantly. We met in the bar, had a few drinks, and I comment on his arms. They were and are, huge. He complimented me back. We agreed that we should be “work out partners.” We both had memberships to LA but went to different locations. He agreed that we’d alternate if it all worked out and a date was set to meet up at his gym the next day.
I showed up in my typical everyday clothes. A suit. In the locker room I changed into my jock, mesh shorts, and tee shirt. He was already waiting for me outside the locker room when I arrived so we met back up there after I changed.
We both were working chest/shoulders that day, which involved among other things the bench. I obviously had no idea that he was “curious” at this point and he had no idea that I am bi. We were just two good looking, similar aged jocks working out together. As men do. I spotted him first on the bench and couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his gym shorts. It snaked slightly to the left. I’ll admit I was staring.
He laid his head basically between my legs and I positioned myself just right to give him the chance to look up my shorts if he wanted to. He took the bait. There was nothing to really see though. But I definitely noticed him catching glances up into my shorts.
After our workout, we both made our way to the locker room. As is usual for me, as soon as I get through the door, I take my shirt off. My pecs and shoulders were swole as hell. I make a habit of tucking my shirt into the waist back of my shorts, right in front of my crotch. His locker was kind of diagonal from mine. I was undressed before him, so I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked to the showers…right past him. I glanced over just in time to see him drop his shorts and boxer briefs. He had a pretty thick, slightly above average flaccid cock and a nice set of nuts. Trimmed pubes. I just kept walking and took the first stall that was free. I kept the curtain partially open to try to entice him to take the stall across from me, and maybe catch a glimpse of him soaping up.
He took the bait. Again. To my surprise, he left the curtain partially open too. I was still ahead of him in my shower, so as I finished, I pulled the curtain open to dry off. I faced him and took my time drying my hair, pits, chest, abs, and down to my dick and balls. I caught him staring at me hard. I just smirked and kept going. I’m used to being stared at in the locker room. No big deal.
He was soaping up his dick as I was drying my ass and legs. I wrapped my towel around my waist again and made my way to my locker. I had just pulled my boxer briefs up and had a hand shoved down the front, adjusting my hang down, when he came around the corner.
He asked if I had time to grab a cup of coffee, which I agreed to.
I finished getting dressed and made my way to Spot Coffee in the city where we agreed to meet up. He came in shortly after me, wearing a suit and tie. The dude looked incredible in his flat front, tight fitting suit pants and his athletic cut shirt and coat. The tip of his tie was perfectly positioned at the top edge of his belt buckle, pointing straight down at his bulge. As he walked, I could tell he must have been wearing either boxers or free balling, because I could see his dick clearly beneath the fabric. Still, curving to the left. The line of his head was pronounced. I started to thicken a little as I watched him walk toward me with his coffee.
Coffee was uneventful, and we continued to meet up every couple of days, alternating gym locations, followed by coffee for the next month or so. Every day, I would see him change into his gym clothes, shower, and back into a suit.
Finally, he texted me one night and asked if I wanted to grab a couple cold ones at the same dive bar where we had met. I agreed.
When we met at the bar, Marcus was wearing tight jeans that accentuated his ass and package and a tight as fuck tee shirt. He looked completely fuckable. And to be honest, I was jonesing to 1. see this stud’s dick get good and hard and 2. get my dick in some jock. We had never talked about sex, or anything remotely sexual up to this point. He had never commented on my dick, or my ass. Just my overall physical appearance, “You’re jacked as fuck dude” or “I can’t believe those abs” or “You’re looking swole as hell today bruh.” I too, would exchange these compliments to him. He did, afterall, have a totally studly body. No real ab definition, but definitely no paunch either. Good solid pecs, big dark nipples, just the right about of chest hair, a great jock ass, big hairy legs, and massive guns.
The conversation was bland for awhile. We were getting into the brew pretty heavy and had to piss. So after I returned, he had ordered us each a shot and as we downed it, he comes out with, “So… I happened to stumble across this Tumblr page online. The guy that runs it looks remarkably like you. And he’s a funeral director. Anything you’d like to tell me?”
I was, to say the least, shocked as fuck. I’ve fucked only one follower before. He was a Buffalo City Cop that I picked up at a bar, and he didn’t tell me until after. Then made me promise not to blog about it. So I haven’t. My response was, “Well. Is it called “Big Dick Stud?” He affirmed that it was.
“Well, in that case. It’s me” but, “more importantly, why were you looking at gay porn, dude? Do YOU have something you’d like to tell me?” I love spinning this shit back on people.
He awkwardly looked around, turned beat red, and stared at the floor. “Dude, it’s like this…… I’m straight….but there’s something about dick that…..I don’t know. I like seeing it.”
“Marcus, listen. I get it. You’ve met Jennine. I clearly love chicks. But, dudes just….. how can I put this nicely……..”
“Fuck better?” he interrupted.
“Yes. That’s exactly it.”
We carried on talking about the blog, and his feelings, etc etc etc for about an hour when I said, “Hey man, listen. I would love to keep talking about this. But, why don’t you come to my place and we can chat a little more openly than here. I’ve got all the beer you can drink. What do you say?”
“Fuck it. Ok.”
So, we get to my place and I immediately grab Marcus a beer. We sit in the living room, where I’ve fucked countless supposed straight jocks. He put his beer on the very coffee table, where Travis came in to find me on all fours, in a jock, waiting to get plowed. And where I exploded during that same fuck. The memories of the room are enormous. I sat on the couch next to him, knees slightly touching. I had a beer in one hand, and my other was grabbing my crotch gently.
We talked about his feelings, and the blog, and my feelings, and what it might mean to be bi, and what he wanted to do with a guy, and what he fantasied about, and what I fantasize about,and our girlfriends. Finally, I asked him if he’d ever done anything with a guy at all. He hadn’t. I asked if he wanted to. He did. Pressed further, I asked what exactly he wanted to do. Jerk off. Maybe fuck. Definitely get blown. Maybe Blow. Maybe get fucked.
“Here’s the thing man, you know what I’m all about now that you found the blog. You know I’m pretty much down for whatever you want. What ever YOU’RE comfortable with. You’re driving the bus.”
“You got any porn?”
“Gay or Straight?”
“Go into my bedroom, right up the stairs, first door on the left. In the right hand nightstand, bottom drawer is my collection. If you can’t find anything…we can use the laptop. Go in the top drawer and grab the lube too.”
When he came back, he had two condoms, lube, my dildo, and 3 DVDs of gay porn. “Holy shit dude, what did you do, bring the whole cabinet?”
“Well, I thought this shit might be useful.”
He popped in his first choice of videos and sat back down next to me. He was nervous, I could tell. I tried to ease his mind by reassuring that he was in charge and we didn’t have to do anything at all.
He was all in. The porn was moving along well. I was sufficiently turned on, but neither of us were doing much. So I stood up and pulled my shirt off. He watched me. Stared, in fact. I undid my belt and unbuttoned my jeans and fly. I pushed my jeans down to the floor, leaving me in Diesel Trunks. My dick head was sticking out the right leg of the trunks, drooling pre. His eyes were the size of silver dollars when he saw my dick drool the first rope of pre.
“Holy fuck dude. You weren’t lying about how much you leak! That’s amazing.”
“Why don’t you loose some of those clothes man. Get comfortable. Not like we haven’t seen each other 100 times.”
He stood up and mirrored me. First his shirt, then his jeans. He was commando and made sure to point out that he was naked, and I wasn’t. As soon as his jeans cleared his dick, it sprung straight up and smacked his abs. It stayed that way. He was thick as hell. Average length. Enormous head, though. He tugged his balls down and as he did his whole dick bounced up and down.
I stood up and pushed my trunks to the floor and sat back down. My cock was standing up against my abs when I sat. We weren’t watching the porno anymore. The focus was on each other. I reached across him and grabbed the lube. I drizzled a generous portion on his cock and did the same to mine. Greased up, and throbbing, we both slowly started stroking our dicks.
I noticed his nips were hard enough to cut glass. I asked if they were sensitive and he said “Crazy sensistive.” I reached over and tweaked one. Me moaned and a small jet of pre squirted from his slit. I reached down, and slowly wrapped my hand around his shaft. “So thick” I commented as he relaxed and let me stroke him. Slowly, up, and down, up, and down. Twisting my wrist over his head. Tight and loose, up and down. He began to moan heavily. He was tweaking his nipples. His eyes closed, mouth open.
I leaned over and sucked one of this nips nice and hard. Flicking it with my tongue. I felt his cock let another rope of pre go up onto his abs.
“Does Samantha suck your nips bruh?” I whispered into his ear as I bit lightly on his lobe.
“noooooo” me moaned lightly.
I looked down, and saw that the veins in his shaft were starting to pop. His meat was fucking perfection. I got down on my knees between his legs and slowly pushed his legs apart letting his nuts drop. I took one, then the other, then both in my mouth. Sucking them lightly. He responded with louder moaning and more pre.
Slowly, I worked my way up to his head. I took his dick in my mouth and throated him immediately. I worked his cock with my mouth for several minutes. He got into it, rubbing his fingers through my hair, pushing my head down on him deeper.
I kept working his pole until finally he tapped my head, “You’re gonna make me cum.” I nodded and kept going. He exploded in my mouth. His dick sprayed cum like a geyser. Not ropes. Just a spray of hot, sticky, cum.
He went soft in my mouth and when I looked up at him, he was smiling from ear to ear.
By this time, my cock had gone soft. I was focused on pleasing him totally. I wanted him to experience his first male blowjob and crave more.
Crave more, he did.
…..to be continued……
I noticed him the first day he walked into LA Fitness. He was pretty toned young college jock. Not huge. Just fit. He had light brown, almost dark blonde short hair and a chiseled jaw line.
He looked like a could be my type if he were a little bigger. And older. But for now, I was enjoying watching him try to figure out how to do a proper dead lift.
He loaded 175 on the bar and struggled to get it up. I could do 175 with one hand. I thought.
I carried on about my workout as if nothing were new or different. Probably watching the hot blonde in front of me on the stair climber, and the total stud on the bench across the way whose dick was bulging out of his shorts.
The next day, Jordan was at the gym again. Same time. Same circuit. I just shook my head and powered through leg day. As usual, I walked into the locker room after the leg press with a semi in my jock. Pushing my hand down into my shorts to adjust myself, I walked around the corner to my locker to discover Jordan just dropping his shorts. He was standing there in boxers and a tee shirt.
“Oh, hey man. I’m Jordan.” he greeted me with a big goofy smile.
I pulled my right hand out of my jock and stuck it out. “Hey! I’m TJ. Nice to meet you.” I didn’t consciously offer him the hand that had just been tugging on my sac, but he grabbed it without blinking.
“Couldn’t help but notice you out there TJ. You’re built as hell. Would love to pick your brain sometime.”
“Yea man, I’ve worked hard for these gains. Would be happy to grab a beer or something after I rinse off if you’ve got time.”
“Yea, that sounds great. I was just about to rinse off too.”
“Perfect. Meet you right here after the shower.”
By now I had dropped my shorts and jock, torn off my shirt and was holding my towel. I was talking to Jordan buck naked. He didn’t flinch. Not his first time in a locker room clearly. I did notice him casually checking me out, but that could have been just admiration since we were talking about my dedication.
I showered and returned to my locker. I was just pulling my boxer briefs up and adjusting my dick in the pouch when Jordan walked in wrapped in a towel. He hung it over his locker and stood naked rooting around for a clean pair of boxers.
I took the chance to check him out a little more thoroughly. I was, after all, a mere 2 feet from his unit. His dick was totally soft and cut. He hung a respectable 4 inches or so. A nice pink head and really cool circ scar. He had decent nuts. What took me by surprise is that he was totally upkept down there. Hairy nuts and his bush was out of control. No hair anywhere else though.
We carried on very casual conversation while getting dressed and decided to go to a bar called Founding Father’s in DT Buffalo. I like it there and it’s near my house. He lived in the city too, so it was the perfect place to meet up.
At the bar, we each grabbed a beer and sat at a high top in the back. I wanted to be able to see the people coming and going (I’m a people watcher) and he wanted to be kind of discrete. Why, I don’t know.
“So I have to tell you man, I couldn’t help but notice your abs are insane.” he started.
“Yea, takes a lot of work and they’re a constant struggle. It’s a delicate balance between having a flat stomach and having a 6 pack. One night of pizza and beer and those abs are gone.”
“I believe that. Do you think you can show me how to better work them sometime?”
This dude’s looking for a trainer, I thought. “I’m no trainer, to be perfectly upfront. I can’t legally help you in the gym. But I’ll give you pointers and maybe come over to you while you’re working out… like workout partners.”
“Yes! That sounds perfect.”
“Excellent. I’m there at the same time most days. What’s your number, and I’ll text you if it’s going to be different.”
We exchanged digits, and drank a couple more beers. I wanted to get to know Jordan a little more. He is straight, with a girlfriend, who really is only into shredded guys. There’s the motivation behind this. They’ve been dating on and off for months. He hinted at why she keeps coming back, but didn’t say it outright. “I have other, redeeming qualities. I have a feeling you know what I mean.” he said with a smirk.
I was certain I knew what he meant, but we had just met, and I wasn’t really getting the vibe from him. Every guy comments on my dick at some point. Just because a guy steals a peek at my hang down and comments doesn’t mean he’s interested. And after all, Jordan didn’t comment on my dick. \
The next day Jordan and I met up at the gym as planned. I showed him how to work his upper body while I did shoulders and back. I figured maybe I should just target upper/lower body until he learned the proper execution of the various exercises and then hone in on zones. He proved to be a fast study.
Each day, we would meet, workout, shower, and leave. About once a week we grabbed a beer after. It never got sexual, or funky.
Within a month I started seeing some real gains in Jordan. His arms were defined, his pecs were showing up, and he had a hint of a V. He certainly was happy with his results.
One afternoon after a particularly intense leg circuit, I stripped down in the locker room and had a semi. It was more swollen than usual and Jordan was swollen too. “Fuck dude. I just need to hurry up and get out of here. I need to get off” he said half jokingly.
“Yea, I hear that man. Jennine’s on the rag though, so I guess it’s my hand tonight.”
This was ground breaking. We had never mentioned sex before. We would comment on the girls at the gym and I certainly had seen him with a semi countless times. He had seen me swollen up too.
“I was gonna ask if you wanted a beer tonight dude. Could really go for a cold one” I mentioned in the showers.
“Hell. Yea. That sounds great. Father’s?”
At the bar, we grabbed the beer from the bar and went to our usual spot. Tonight, Jordan confessed that he and his girl had broken up again, this time for good. I consoled him and inquired further.
“She just isn’t attracted to my body.”
“She’s a bitch dude. I mean, I’m sorry. But you look fantastic.”
“Thanks man. Just hard to focus when I feel like I’ve been working my balls off for her and she doesn’t see it.”
“I get that. Why don’t you keep going, and we’ll shred you. Make her jealous.”
The conversation continued like this for awhile and he steered the conversation to sex.
“It’s just. The sex was amazing. But…. I don’t know. I liked it. But….”
“I don’t know. I…. dude, this is embarrassing. You swear you won’t tell anyone or hate me?”
“Swear to God man. Spit it out.”
“Fuck. Ok. Well. I just. Fuck.”
“Come on man. Just say it.” I put my hand on his arm. (I assumed he was going to come out, but wasn’t sure).
“I just. I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Like. Whenever I think about you I kinda get….like….turned on a little.”
Smirking. I wanted to get with him for weeks. After I got to know him and after he really started making gains I wanted him.
“Ok. You understand that there is NOTHING wrong with that, right?”
“Yea. I know. It’s just weird.”
“OK, so I have an idea. Why don’t we go to your place and talk a little more.”
“Yea, ok. I mean, I don’t want anyone to know.”
“You can trust me.”
At his place, we walked in and he handed me a beer from the fridge. He was wearing loose shorts and freeballing from the gym. I was in sweats, also freeballing.
We sat on his couch and the conversation continued. I pushed him about what turned him on and he revealed that he couldn’t stop thinking about my body and how sexy (his word) it is.
I figured I should just go in for the kill. “You want to touch me?”
I took his hand and placed it on my chest. He started squeezing my pec. Then he moved to the other one.
He moved down to my abs. I flexed as he rubbed his hand over my washboards. I leaned forward and pulled my shirt off. He starred at me and kept rubbing my upper body.
I reached over and did the same to him. I hit his nipple and pinched slightly. He moaned a little. I pulled his shirt off and rubbed his body too. He was really getting big and fit. His chest was rock hard and his abs tight as hell.
I could see his dick start pulsing in his shorts. I pushed his hand down to my thigh. He rubbed my thigh, inching his way toward the inner. I did the same to him. As I rubbed his inner thigh he opened his legs slightly.
I slid my hand up into his shorts and brushed against his semi hard dick and balls. He moaned again.
He did the same to me. I had sweats on, so he couldn’t go up the leg, but he slid his hand up to my crotch and rubbed my semi lightly.
I stood up and pushed my sweats down. My cock was just starting to drool precum and the head flared out enough to push the skin back. His eyes got huge. “Holy fuck you’re big.” he said.
“Wait till you see it at full mast.”
I knelt down between his legs and pulled his stiffening dick out of his shorts. “What are you…” I engulfed him in my mouth and throated him immediately. He moaned loud.
By the time I pulled back off him, his dick had grown to fully hard. He was massive. Definitely a grower. He had to have had at least 8 inches. I stroked him and blew him and throated him effortlessly.
“Oh fuck TJ. You’re gonna make me cum.”
“Feed me that protein Jordan.”
He pushed my head down and unloaded in my mouth. A decent load splattered the back of my throat. He shook and moaned so loud.
I pulled off of him and swallowed up. I was throbbing at this point. He didn’t want to blow me, but he wanted to jerk me off.
I sat back down and let him work my cock in his fist for what seemed like forever.
Finally, he dipped down and took just my head in his mouth. His mouth was so hot, my cock seared as he wrapped his lips around me. He flicked his tongue against my ridge and jacked me like a mad man.
I pushed a finger deep in my hole and worked my gland to help him along. Within a minute I was ready to cum. “God dude. I’m gonna bust.”
He pulled off me. “Will you stand over me and cum on my chest?”
I stood up immediately and crouched over him. I gave my dick three pumps and I exploded all over his chest, neck, and abs.
After, I helped him clean up with a towel and we had a beer together naked, sitting on the couch.
“Same time tomorrow?” I asked.
I left and got a text from him later that read, “Hey man. I just can’t meet up again. I’m sorry. I’m straight and I think it will be weird from now on.”
“That’s too bad man. I’ve enjoyed getting to know you. And as far as the rest goes, we definitely don’t have to act on that again. It’s not a big deal for me. But trust me. You’re not straight - at least not totally.”
“Good bye TJ. Thanks for all the help. See you around.”
“If you change your mind, you know where to find me.”
More than three weeks went by. No Jordan. I had almost forgotten about him when I looked up one afternoon while I was sitting at Father’s after a particularly intense workout. “Hey, can we talk?”
“Woah. Damn. Of course Jordan.”
“So, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and I’ve realized that I was a total cock to you. I was in a bad place and you helped me realize something about myself.”
“Oh yea, what’s that?”
“Well I’m definitely not gay.”
“Not to be a dick, but you’re not straight, either.”
“Nope. You’re wrong about that.”
I leaned over to him, and whispered in his ear, “I bet you’ve been stroking that massive cock off thinking about how good I blew you. And if you thought that was good, you should feel how tight my pussy is.”
He dropped his head. When he looked up he was smirking. I took a chance and reached under the table and gave his crotch a squeeze. He was rock hard.
I leaned in again, “I thought so.”
At his place again, I pushed him down on the couch and pulled his sweats off. I immediately swallowed his dick whole. He moaned like a bitch. “I wanna fuck you. It’s all I think about.”
I stood up and dropped my sweats. I licked my finger and rubbed it into my hole. He grabbed a condom from the bedroom and came back to the couch. As soon as he had the Trojan rolled down over his dick I sat on him. His cock working its way up my ass. He moaned again.
“You wanna fuck me dude? Then FUCK ME!”
I got off him and got down on all fours in the living room. “Show me what you’ve got stud.”
He dropped down and mounted me. Slamming his dick deep in me. He growled as I moaned. I arched my back and let him sink in to the root. “Thought you were going to slam me?”
He started thrusting deep and hard. Fucking me furiously.
I will say, he was good. Really good.
Within a few minutes he said, “Holy fuck I’m gonna cum.”
“Breed me Jordan”
He pushed deep and exploded inside me. I squeezed down, milking his cock for every drop. When he pulled out he lost the condom in my ass because I was squeezing so hard.
He pulled it out and I flipped over. My cock standing straight up. I took it in his mouth and blew me for all he had. I was already close. “I’m gonna cum.”
He nodded and I exploded down his throat. He swallowed up and got up to toss the used rubber.
“Grab me a beer.”
He came back with two beers. We sat on his couch naked again, watching basketball. We didn’t say another word about the sex.
I left after the beer.
Later I got a text: “So. Yea. You’ve got a tight pussy.”
“See you tomorrow.”
“Same time as usual.”
We kept working out and fucking for a couple months. Every few days we’d work out, shower, grab a beer at Father’s then go to his place, fuck, have a beer and I’d leave.
Eventually, he started dating a chick that he met at the gym. They started going to a different LA after he moved in with her.
I saw him today which is what prompted this story. He’s fucking HUGE now. I Facebook stalked him, which led to his insta. Holy mother of god is this guy sexy. He’s still with the same girl and they’re expecting their first child.