Author's note:
Hi, this is the 2nd part (of three) of my first erotic story. I'm not a native English speaker, so I ask for patience when I break the grammar law. Anyway, thanks for reading. Let me know what you think.
The following story is a work of erotic fiction, and it's meant to be enjoyed by legal-age adults, whatever age it is where you are from. Any resemblance to real life is purely coincidental.
A couple of weeks had gone by since Aaron asked me to spot him at the gym ever since that night we’ve been working out together every other day and texting each other religiously. Working out together had this incredible effect of making us work out double as hard while also having three times more fun. We had inside jokes that made us laugh like old friends, little puns, and dub jokes that didn’t make sense to any other person. When I tried telling Alice one of the funny things that happened at the gym she would laugh a supportive grown-up laugh, just like a mom does when her kids tell something supposedly 'very funny' that happened at the school. Sometimes she would add a resigned “You boys are incorrigible!” that made my impression even stronger, but fuck it I was happy with my new friend.
In our nocturnal meetings at the gym, another thing was happening, at least in my mind. Aaron’s big dick which had already left a strong impression in our first encounter kept making an impact in my mind 'How must it be like to have such a thing between the legs? How long is it when it’s hard?' These questions kept popping in my head during our showers. I was truly intrigued by my mate’s penis, a new thing for me that I kept buried in my mind, excavating only when completely alone or when facing the beast in person. Somedays, when returning to the locker room I thought it was bigger than during the shower, almost as if the gym shower excited him somehow. On other days I had the impression that I caught him taking quick glances at me when he thought I wasn’t looking, like after I had been shampooing my hair or when I unexpectedly faced him. Any association between the two facts never grew in me. It couldn’t be, we were both straight married guys. He was even a dad! So I did the most healthy thing for a blossoming friendship and repressed all these questions and theories in the back of my head. 'Out of sight, out of mind' just like Alice would say while putting a business report in the drawer for the weekend.
We were already dressed, packing the last items in our gym bags. We arrived early that night and the locker room, like the gym itself, had been fairly crowded for our taste so we toned down our intimacy, but out of the blue, the young dad asked me “Hey man, wanna do something this weekend? Carol is taking Sarah to our niece's birthday in her hometown so I’m a man free of obligations from Friday to Sunday!”
“No way, man. You are truly a lifesaver, Alice is at a convention out of state this week, and she only gets back on Monday. I was borderline worried that I would spend my whole weekend doing repairs around the house.”
“Well, I can’t let that happen. I just don’t have any creative ideas for what to do, I only know that Friday night there will be the game and that's that”
“Let’s watch it at my place! You won’t need to bring anything besides yourself and a swimsuit, we could enjoy some meditation after the game’s end” I said referring to my habit of drinking beer in the hot tub.
“It’s a deal, when do I have to be there? I guess we are skipping the gym, right?”
Besides working out and texting we hadn’t really done anything together, but then it was settled, Friday at 7 pm at my place. I was so excited that the week flew by without even realizing it was already Friday. I left work earlier so I could set everything right, ordering a quiche and a charcuterie board, and loaded up the fridge with my favorite brands of beer. I checked the TV and the hot tub a couple of times just to make sure that everything would happen according to the plan, and after the doorbell rang not even a minute after seven I ran to open it up, encountering an Aaron in casual clothes for the first time. He wore a white t-shirt covered partly by a jacket, and jeans, a basic look that complimented, even more, his muscular physique “Hey man, right on time, come on in!” I exclaimed, giving him a quick bro hug.
“Nice place, bro!” he said while taking the jacket off and holding it in front of a wall hook “May I?”
“Don’t even bother asking it, ‘mi casa es su casa’, man! Later I will give you a tour. Alice is the one decorating everything little by little, but I don’t mind receiving some of the credit myself for pushing the heavy furniture where she says so.”
“So that's why you are beating me in our lifting sessions!”
“No, I’m beating 'cause I’m stronger!”
“Your secret is already out, old man! By the way, I know you said not to bring anything but here” Brody stated by lifting a pack of long necks “for tonight or for you to drink any other day, I don’t mind. I just couldn’t come here empty-handed, my mom would give a lecture.”
The game was boring, to say the least, so we compensated by eating and drinking throughout the entire time, commenting here and there on how bad both teams were playing, criticizing their moves and players, but mainly chatting about a wide range of subjects. Talking with him was easy, and before any silence became awkward he would just come up with a clever question, or a random story to keep the conversation going. When the referee whistled the end I stretched up from the couch and started gathering the plates and empty bottles from the coffee table “Thank god it ended, they should tape this game and use it as torture instrument” Aaron complained putting his beer down and getting up to help me.
“Hey, I’ll just put these in the kitchen and then we can get changed and get into the hot tub. What do you think?”
In his face, a change of reaction happened so fast that it would need a slow-motion camera to capture it completely. At first, there was an excited face, but then out of the blue, a disappointment grew in his eyes “Oh my god, how can I be such an airhead! I completely forgot to bring my suit! Fuck, do you have an extra to lend me?”
“Oh definitely, no worries, I lend you one of the mines. We are the same size I guess!” but this positive conclusion didn’t last long. A few minutes later we were in my closet looking at an old single pair of swim trunks, the only one left in the empty drawer. I had postponed laundry the whole week, trying to gather a sizable load for the washing machine, and in the dirty hamper of clothes was where the other swimming trunks were, waiting to be washed clean. “Well, that’s a problem” I concluded, defeated.
“If you don’t mind I could enter in my underwear, it is almost the same anyway.
” No, I can’t let that happen, I will enter in my underwear and you wear the trunks, it would be unfair of me to let you go back with a soggy bottom or commando, I’ve seen your slim pants, that can’t be comfortable” And it was settled, Aaron went to get changed in the guest bathroom while I undressed quickly in my room and went to gather Towels and drinks for us two.
I was finishing setting the hot tub, standing in my light gray boxer briefs, the night was better than I had expected, it was clear even though the moon was nowhere to be seen, the freshly cut lawn released an amazing smell in the air, while a slight breeze put everything in motion, the leaves, the pool water, and the grass. When Aaron joined me, man did I surprise myself, while we were the same size, the swim trunk was quite old, from a slimmer time in my life, and the stretched blue material reminds me of that by looking almost a size too small in my friend’s body. His bulge was so full that it looked like a grapefruit was stored in there and when he turned around to tap something in his phone before putting it away on a nearby table. The view of twin perky melons left me speechless while my hand involuntarily reached for my crotch, rubbing my bulge in an unconscious movement. 'What am I doing?' I questioned myself in the middle of the action and let myself go, grabbed the green bottle nearby, and entered the hot tub groaning a little bit when the warm liquid involved my body. Aaron looked in my direction and smiling left his device and joined the hot tub, sitting right in front of me. The jacuzzi wasn’t particularly big, it was comfortable but didn’t exclude the occasional touch when together with another person. In our case, our legs were very near each other, and our feet were bumping into each other’s calves, making me shiver every time it happened.
“Man, you are right, this is amazing” the 29er said before taking a sip of his beer.
“Now you understand why I do this almost every day?
“Totally, that's life, drinks, jacuzzi, and a great backyard, cheers to that, mate!” we bumped our bottles, made a pitched noise, and drank in unison.
I put down the glass container on the hot tub platform and spread my arms by my sides, while he remained sipping “And best of all to do all that in my birthday suit!” He choked hearing my words and blushed.
“Really? You don’t get worried about the neighbors seeing you?”
“No, not really, of course not. I don't do this every day, but the fence is high enough, there is even more cover from the trees, their houses are single-story, and if even still they looked, well, that would be their treat” I provoked him with a wink.
“I guess I’m too Vanilla, I've never skinny-dipped in my life, can you believe it?”
“No way, dude, you don’t know how great it is! I must have a strike of exhibitionism in myself, cause if I have the option I will always go nude, the only reason that I don’t get naked here or in the pool so much is cause almost every time I do I get horned up and have to take care of it with my own hands.”
The conversation was starting to affect me, I mean, it was never entirely down after viewing the blue lycra-covered ass, but it was filling out even more. On the other side of the water, my buddy also looked more blushed, shifting in place from time to time, almost as if he were slightly uncomfortable “Outdoor activities, are another thing I also haven’t done solo or with a company! I told you, I’m very vanilla” he was smiling with a tiny bit of embarrassment in his eyes
“No way, man, and they always say that the young people are the crazy ones! You are making me self-conscious” I told him before chugging my beer.
“Oh is not that I never thought of, but I started dating Carol in High School, and she never had a great sex drive. In the last couple of years it became even worse, I never fully believed it when they told me that some women lost their interest in sex after a baby, but with Carol, it was dead on. Right now I think she feels almost like it’s a contractual obligation.”
“Wow, that’s rough, buddy. I guess I can’t complain about Alice in that department, the first days when we first moved together we banged so much that my dick got sore for a week. Even now the flame hasn’t gone down, we’ve been doing it in the backyard ever since we moved here, there’s something about the openness that makes it even better. I guess that’s what happens when you move 2 people who lived in apartments their whole adult life to a house. The only thing toning down our sex lives is her constant work trips, conventions, and visits to clients. I swear to you, I’ve been jacking off like a teen ever since we moved here” I sensed that my friend wasn’t so comfortable with me rambling about my sex life, he was shifting awkwardly in his seat “Oh let me change the subject, I’m clearly making you uncomfortable right now.”
His eyes shot open, almost as if caught red-handed “No, no, not at all, I’m not a prude, you can keep talking.”
“So what’s the matter? Are the jets too strong? I can’t tone it down in a minute” I said to him, while instantly turning my back to where the settings panel was.
“No, it’s perfect as it is!” Aaron stopped me and reluctantly let go a sigh “Fuck, let me embarrass myself. This sex talk made me hard, and this speedo is a little tight on me, so ‘it’ is currently trapped and it’s fucking hell” His hands diving in the water so he could arrange himself.
“Oh, that actually makes sense, with that big fucking dick” I said without thinking, and when I thought it was already too late. I had successfully left my guest speechless with hints of a smile on his lips. I tried to fix it by explaining “C’mon you know that, we showered together too many times for me to ignore that snake! It’s a compliment, really, men would kill to be your size.”
“So you were peeking in the locker room, I knew it!” he exclaimed with a laugh of incredulity mixed in his voice and splashing a handful of water in my direction.
“Every man does that, it’s called checking the competition, you work in marketing, you above all people should know that!” I answered, giving him the same water treatment he gave me “And it’s a stretch to call it peaking when that big thing is almost poking my eyes!” my feet moved in the bottom of the tub meeting his left calf, which I caressed with my toes by instinct. Fuck, I was also hardening up “but really, how big is it? And don’t give that 'I don’t know' crap, I bet you memorized it before your social security number.”
The young dad was laughing, a little bit flushed in the face “Well if you really want to know it’s 8 inches and a half, and it’s fucking uncomfortable in this swim trunk.”
“Take it off, man, I don’t mind, it’s not like I never saw one, I just saw it on a smaller scale.”
“I don’t know, it would be awkward, I will feel like a perv, almost as if I’m flashing you.”
“For god’s sake” I exclaimed, and lifting my butt from the seat, I took off my wet boxers briefs and threw them on the deck “Now you have to feel awkward to be the one dressed while your host is naked” I didn’t know why I was acting the way I was, but I was completely hard, maybe I was drunk, maybe it was just boys being boys, but part of me was actually excited and very curious to see how the soft dick I’ve had seen so many times would be like hard.
The man looked resigned and repeated the same movement I had done and threw the wet piece of fabric in my face “Happy, now? You got me naked now, so what’re you gonna do with it?”
I was smiling even after being hit in the face by the blue lycra “You, fucker!” I threw the swim trunk next to my briefs and took another swig from my beer “You are the one hard, and the one that never did anything outdoors, so I ask you, what’re you gonna do?” and got back to rubbing my foot in his legs, this time with intent.
“I bet I’m not the only one hard right now” and then I felt his feet reciprocating my movements in my legs for the first time. In my mind a hurricane of thoughts was swirling around, trying to understand why we, both married, straight men were acting in such a flirty way. In the meantime, my cock had decided that he was enjoying it and rose to full attention.
“I thought I was too old for this 'show me yours and I’ll show you my' nonsense, but here I am” I said, giving my cock a couple of tugs, covered by the movements from the water jets.
“You’re talking like we had already agreed on it” The young dad repeated my movement with a smirk on his face.
“And why don’t you sound opposed to it?” I inquired him, pressing my feet on his thighs, feeling the strong muscle covered in brown hair. I could sense him shivering under my touch and this sensation of control was intoxicating, but the touch quickly faded away when he started getting up.
“I guess my dry spell was worse than I thought” he announced already on his feet, giving me the chance to look at his erect dick for the first time. To say it was impressive was, to say the least, it looked like a thing out of porn, so unreal for my, at least on paper, straight brain. Sensing my amazement he gave it a couple of tugs, before turning his back and in a swift motion climbing out of the tub to sit on the tub’s edge, feet on the water, showing me the complete image of his ass in the meantime. Aaron looked straight from a magazine cover, his muscled body completely wet, what was left of the water running through his pecs as droplets, his body hair all brushed down, his face had this animalistic glare of a wild predator, his abs were contracted, reinforcing the view of his 6-pack, and in front of it that outstanding cock. 'Fuck, this man is a hunk' I caught myself thinking, and following his cue, I also get up from the seat and repeated his actions, sitting with both arms supporting my leaning torso. I confess that I thought I must also look hot, standing there, arm’s muscles naturally flexed, my chest a bit more defined and harrier, the ‘lucky path’ dividing my abs and my 7.1” dick in all his glory, pointing up in a small curve. When our eyes my hardon throbbed and his smirk transformed into a dirty grin.
With everything out in the open it took less than seconds for us to take care of the situation with our own hands. I spat in my right hand just to have some kind of lubrication and started to move it up and down on my organ. My left hand started to work on my balls, massaging each with a delicate but still firm pace. Aaron on the other side of the tub was doing his own routine, while his right hand was repeating the same movements as mine, but in his pole, his left hand was caressing the firm mounds of his chest, pitching a nipple from time to time, making my guest release small moans.
I tried to mimic his movements on his dick, with the hand going up, caressing the mushroom head, and then back at the root, but in a few minutes of this technique I could feel my cock needing lubrication, so I spat in the palm of my hands and got back to work. Soon after my cock had dried down again and an intrusive thought crawled from the back of my head in the form of questions 'How can he jerk off that big thing without any lubrication? Does he precum a lot and doesn’t need anything to lube the movement up? How does it feel like to jerk off a thing that big?'. With the beer unlocking the access to my mouth for my thoughts I soon found myself actually speaking one of my internal questions “Don’t you get dry jerking off without any kind of lube?”
“I don’t mind, got used to it, I guess. When I get time I use moisturizer or lube, but the majority of the time is in the dry.”
“Doing it in the dry can’t be comfortable, why don’t you spit in our hand just to help it a little?” following my instruction he let out a small glob of saliva and tried to smear it around the hard penis, but without much success “No, you are doing it wrong” I then got up, cutting short the source of my pleasure, and sat beside him, close enough that I could feel his body heat emanating in the first moment, but then I closed the small gap on the hot tub’s edge, making our tights meet “Here, give me your hand” He reluctantly left himself go and extended his hands to me and as soon as I could gather a good amount of saliva in my mouth I spat in his hand. I could feel he didn’t know quite well what to do with another man spits in his hands, and when the decision to use it as lube was taken the major party of it had run between his fingers. A little portion of it was smeared around the head, but standing closer as I was there was no doubt that the pole was still dry. I collected more saliva in my mouth and without thinking I spat in my right hand and decided to do it myself how it was done.
Aaron moaned the moment that my hand reached for his 8.5” equipment and a thrill ran through my nerves. 'So that is the feeling of touching another man’s dick,' I thought, but it wasn’t actually so different than touching your own, the movements came easy and you only had to ignore the absence of your own pleasure while making sure that the control and dominance feelings you got were big enough to fulfill this empty space. The groans that I was provoking in the 29er were indicative of a good performance, his left hand was still pinching his nipples while the right one migrated from his dick and balls to my thighs, tracing very slowly a trail to reach my now neglected cock, almost as if he was building his courage to actually touch another man’s equipment. My 7.1” also felt his intention and with every inch closer another drop of precum appeared on my mushroom head, just to run down its length, like an active volcano expelling its lava. Suddenly his hand wasn’t touching me anymore and this absence made me realize how much I was actually enjoying this slow approach, but then in a burst of determination, his hand reappeared in my body, making 1st-grade contact with my erection. A groan escaped from my throat and my hand on his dick migrated south to grab his average size balls just to get back to the tall attraction after. We remained like that for a while, speeding up and slowing down at a similar pace to guarantee that anyone would cum quickly and ruin the fun.
The spit on his skin has started to lose the lubing effect, and I tried a different approach this time. Getting closer to him I collected my drool in my mouth and put my face directly above the head of his dick, releasing all my spit directly on his shaft. The sudden wet contact made his grey eyes shoot wide with lust. And misinterpreting my intentions his right hand let go of my equipment and went directly to the back of my neck, pushing me down. I looked at him with unsureness just to see a confident expression on his handsome face, at that moment I realized that there was no more turning back now. The view of that one-eyed snake from above was less intimidating, he was thick, but not at the same proportions as he was long (mine was thicker, I was sure), and making my peace about what I was gonna do I started to actually wonder, how it would feel like to suck a cock. I covered my teeth just like I’ve seen chicks do every time I was about to get a blowjob and went for it, meeting the mushroom head with my tongue for the first time. I couldn't get far and was not determined to suck the whole thing, but I was not aiming to give him a poor performance, he was silent, probably worrying that being more vocal would make me go away. When his hands let go of my neck I was able to pull my mouth out of it just so I could put it back in, going further this time and making him moan louder. The sensation was interesting, the salty taste of his precum in my mouth fulfilled the intriguing sensation of veined texture, it was literally hot and the smell of sex and chlorine had started turning me on. For a first-time blowjob the position wasn’t the best, and looking around my sight found the perfect place to relocate “Let’s move to a place more comfortable” I told him to get up and walk towards the outdoor chaise lounge near the pool. He followed my lead, laying on his back, one hand below his head and the other pinching his nipple. Sitting between his legs I went back to my task and started licking his whole shaft like a lollipop, from his balls to the pink head.
The sound of his groans was more frequent and when I gave the first little bite right at the base of the cock a “Fuck you’re driving me crazy” caught me off guard. Looking straight at his face dick in hand I couldn’t help to feel in control of the pleasure this man was feeling. I kept giving little bites for a while and he became more vocal, giving reinforcements and guiding me “Go back to sucking, man” Aaron asked me and I was happy to oblige. Spit and pre-cum were smeared all over my mouth and soaking my beard, my hand went back to tugging my hard cock. I had reached my max of 5 inches and tried to get more of it, but a “Right there is more than fine, buddy, don’t try to push further than you can” stopped me, and jerked it off with my other hand I kept blowing that monster of a cock. A few minutes later I put my mouth back at the base and instead of going up, I chose the opposite direction and started to suck his balls. He clearly manscaped and the hairy aspect of it weirdly didn’t freak me out “Yeah, suck my balls, Chris, fuck that’s so hot” he exclaimed when I sucked one of his testicles in my mouth. Trying to give me more space to play with his sack he lifted his ass and shifted his groin upwards, this movement sure gave me the extra space but also allowed me to gaze at his most private part, his little puckered hole. That sight released a feral instinct in me. I've always liked to perform oral on my female girlfriends, and on my wife, and right now, the lust in my eyes was making me see that tiny pink cherry hole as a suitable replacement. With my hand jerking him off the sudden attack of my tongue is his ass made him almost scream with surprise “FUCK, what are you doing to me? Yeah kiss my ass, you fucker, nobody had ever done that to me!” down there a musk smell was intoxicating my face and this primal urge was taking hold of me, I was seeing red, licking, probing, and munching on that ass. His own hands were lifting his legs up, giving me, even more, access to that virgin valley, which allowed me to fully penetrate my tongue inside him, making the young dad clench his cheeks and shiver under my touch. My hand that had been jacking my own cock this whole time was slicked with my pre-cum and after my tongue had been inside and out a few times his hole was relaxed enough for me to risk pushing a finger inside my friend’s ass. The intrusion made him moan like an animal in heat and when soon after I found his prostate he was warning me “I’m gonna cum, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Not missing the show I lifted my head up just in time to see the white fluid erupting from his big dick, the first 2 hit him in the face and the 5 after painted his torso with white streaks, from chest to navel.
My own orgasm wasn’t very far and viewing that handsome man so filled with desire that he covered himself with cum was the trigger. Getting on my knees between his legs I resume jerking my meat off, aiming intentionally at his chest “Here it comes!” I announced while the climax hit me like a tsunami, looking directly at Aaron in his post-sex haze, I shot 6 volleys of cum into his ripped body. Exhausted, I moved to the other Chaise lounge, catching my breath while trying to process what had we done and why we did it. My guest was silent, his legs dropped again at his sides and his eyes closed. I don’t know how long we remained there, in silence, contemplating what we did, but it was Aaron who got up.
“I need a shower and then I’ll go home. Can I use the guest bathroom?” He asked me, with jets of cum drying in his face and chest, and an unsure look in his eyes.
“Sure man, there’re towels in the cabinet, suit yourself” He thanked me with a hush and went inside. I went to the master bathroom shortly after to do the same as he was. Getting out of the room in my old sweats I meet Aaron already dressed, putting his phone and wallet back in his pockets.
“Dude, thanks again for the night, it was wild, but I have to go” He wasn’t on his regular behavior, he looked almost ashamed and desperate to get his way out.
“Yeah, man, it was great, but I can let you drive right now. You can sleep here in the guest room or I can call an Uber, then tomorrow you text me and I will pick you up so you can retrieve your car.”
“You’re right, I guess” he said, almost zoned out. I called him an Uber and we waited in awkward silence until the car arrived. Exchanged hurried goodbyes, and he was gone. When I closed the door our actions finally caught me. We had sex together, We jerked each other off, I sucked and rimmed him, I bathed him in my spunk, and the worst of all: We had cheated on our wives.
