Taking the Next Step
I waited the next day to see if Mario would check in with me as he said he would. But he didn’t. Nor did he the following day. I heard nothing from him since he spilled his load down my throat and then left in a hurry.
I could feel the crawl of depression taking over me again and I spent Tuesday morning listening for the sounds of my hunky next door neighbour. I looked out my window to see if could spot his car in the lot just outside our building, but there was still nothing. I know it wasn’t there last night when I went to bed either. Not that I was spying on him. Or keeping track. I was trying not to in fact, and just figured he didn’t like the blow job I gave him on Saturday as much as I thought he would. But now I wondered where in fact he was.
In my mind, after he left so abruptly with the taste of his jizz still on my tongue, I pictured him feeling embarrassed at having me blow him, but by Sunday he’d be knocking on my door, pushing me on my knees to give him another one. With a dick like his, I’d be more than willing.
Monday night I pictured him coming home from work and knocking on my door, coming in and taking me right there, pushing me up against my door, telling me he’s been fantasizing about fucking my ass since he saw it. But I didn’t hear him come in on Monday, and I fell asleep on the couch waiting to hear the sounds of his boots coming down the hallway.
I stared at the parking lot now, checking the time to see it was almost 7am. He wouldn’t have left any early than 7. These things I knew as we spent almost every day together the last little while after work. I got to know his routines, when he came home, when he left, and I realized how happy I had become when he came over to help with things.
Did I ruin the relationship? Did I go too far? But it was Mario that asked me to blow him. It was what he wanted. I gave him what he wanted. First Joe. Then Tom. Now Mario.
I could hear my inner voices taking over, and I suddenly felt angry. I was still mad as I ate some breakfast. I was even madder as I showered and cleaned myself up. I was still fuming as I tidied up my small apartment, cursing myself for letting this happen between us. Instead of moping around the apartment though, I grabbed my gym stuff and decided it was time to get my ass in gear, as Mario had used that expression to me just a few weeks ago.
He had suggested the gym down the road from our apartment complex and across the street in a small strip mall. I didn’t realize just how motivated I was, or how angry, as my door slammed shut louder than I usually allowed as I headed out. Determination can be quite a motivator.
There was a very muscley woman at the front desk of the gym that signed me up on the spot, a flurry of both sexes coming and out of the gym as it was nearing 8am. All the typical morning routine people. Within a half hour I had signed up, changed, and started my familiar workout.
I noticed a few white-collar types, a few younger guys, a lot of women coming in and out of the class area with their yoga mats, but otherwise I focused on my routine, and was already feeling much better being back to something normal.
I went hard: repeating the initial program that Joe had me on, not that long ago, and I was sure going to feel it tomorrow as I was burning through what I was used to do despite the groans and grunts as my body retaliated in protest, not having used many of the same muscles for a while now.
It was just after one particularly loud grunt and a slight stumble backwards when I heard the deep voice at my side.
“Easy there, tiger.” A toned looking male face said to my right, seeming to come out of nowhere as he moved to the machine beside the one I was using. I was on the calf raise machine, and had 250lbs on the final set as I grunted out and felt my calves on fire as I let the weights crash down and pried my shoulders out from under the bar and backed up, almost into him.
I turned around to see the guy, letting out a loud puff of air as I automatically said “Sorry.”
He was just a little bit taller than me, but more muscled and stockier, clean shaven with a very chiseled face. A hand that seemed larger than it should have been suddenly touched the middle of my back as he stepped around me, letting his thick fingers slide along as he moved to my side.
He gave a small sort of chuckle, and gave me a half grin. “That’s a lot of weight for your size. No wonder your calves are huge.”
I looked down at my legs, noting the shape of them. For someone who only played baseball, I worked my legs into a pair worthy of a soccer player. I had nice legs. And I was glad it was paying off. “Thanks man.” I said, letting out another puff of air.
His smile stayed, as did his eyes as he lingered just a bit too long on me before he looked away and sat down on the chest press machine beside me, and then gave me a friendly smile again as he noticed I was staring. I wasn’t sure what I was staring at exactly: his handsome face, his round pecs, or those large hands now gripping the handles of the machine.
He was totally opposite to Mario: shorter, blonde, brown eyed, fair skin, wearing a typical Under Armor gym shirt and a pair of black nylon Adidas pants. His legs looked big, but I couldn’t see much flesh, other than his smooth looking arms that were also big. He pushed the machine forward and his pecs bulged out into two firm looking mounds of granite. His thin lips pursed and he pushed, looking straight ahead before his eyes flicked back to me.
I rested on my own machine, and purposefully turned around to bend down to get my water bottle. I took a long drink, and before I moved, I looked over my shoulder to see if he was checking me out.
He was.
I gave him one of those nice guy nods, with my lips pressed together and the slight blush, and moved to the benches to load up the barbell for my horizontal bench press. I glanced over a few times, seeing him looking around the machines to watch me, both of us now oblivious to the other members moving around. In between sets, I’d sit up and purposely turn so I could see if he was watching me.
He was.
He finished his set and stood up, turning around a few times, giving me a nice view of a round bubbled ass in those nylon pant, before he bent over to pick his own water bottle up off the ground and sauntered around to move to his next task, trying hard to nonchalantly look my way. I couldn’t help but smile.
I was getting cruised at the gym by a hot stud. And it felt good again.
I stopped being mad at Mario suddenly, feeling like I could attract attention once again. It felt reassuring that I was liking this game of pretend glancing with this guy. He looked a bit older than me, and being even just a bit taller, he checked off my boxes.
After a half hour of silently watching one another, it was him who moved up to the same bench I had used for my bench presses, just across from the leg raise machine I was using. I watched him load up 270lbs on the barbell as my legs flexed, showing off the big muscles on my thighs that had been aching to be used. As soon as I finished my set, he gave me that chin lift and said “Hey.”
I looked at him as if I didn’t know he was there, and he quickly asked me if I could spot him.
I nodded and gave a quick, “Sure thing man” as he moved around onto the bench and I went to stand at the bar, looking down at him as he slid upwards.
“Thanks bud. Appreciate it.” He grabbed the bar and I looked at his fingers, thick and big, his nail beds like half moons, making his fingers look bigger than normal. He had meaty hands for his size, and I moved my hands under the bar and stepped up closer to his head.
His brown eyes were staring up at me and he gave me another half grin. “Ready?”
I nodded, looking down on him, past my lose fitting black shorts, suddenly feeling like I was watching a porno. “I’m good.”
I watched his fingers tighten around the bar, the muscles in his arms flex as he pushed the bar up, my palms giving him only support as he held all the weight. I could see his neck thicken wide, and the veins popped out as his face reddened. His lips disappeared as he breathed in through his nose, and lowered the bar downwards, shaking slightly. His cheeks puffed out as he blew out through his mouth and pushed the bar upwards to me, again my palms only helping guide. He repeated five more times before he started to waver, and I put some weight behind helping him lift the final two reps, my own biceps bulging out of my shirt as I helped guide the bar onto the rack loudly.
He quickly sat up and spun around on the bench, pulling his shirt out over his crotch. “Thanks man.” He grabbed his towel from the bench that was just under his head and wiped his hand quickly, before he held it out to me. “Brady.” He said with a firm grip.
“Brian.” I said reflexively, feeling the strength and size of his handshake. His eyes gave me the once over again as rested on the bar, still standing over him.
“Haven’t seen you around before. New here?”
I nodded, pointing my thumb behind me. “Yeah. I just moved in across the street, and needed to get my ass back into a gym.”
He gave a snort. “Your ass doesn’t look like it’s missed a gym.”
I felt my face go red as he didn’t wait for a reply, but turned and laid back down on the bench on his towel and reached up to grip the bar.
“I’m ready to go again. Don’t want to keep you from your sets.” His eyes avoided mine as he gripped the bar.
“I’m good. That was my last set for my legs.”
His eyes stared up at me. “Well then lucky me.” He pursed his lips again and lifted the bar, pushing and puffing his way through another set as I helped on the last four this time, giving him a little encouragement along the way.
He stayed on the bench this time, letting his arms fall to the sides and panted dramatically. “Fuck.” He breathed out heavily. “I’m feeling totally out of shape here.”
I patted the bar and smiled down at him. “Hardly.” I watched his eyes look up at me and he gave me that grin again, and then sat up, grabbed his towel and wiped the bench and then his forehead.
“I think I’m done. Gonna hit the shower. Thanks for the spot.” He gave me a slight head nod and held my gaze, which I took as an invite.
“No problem. I think I’m done as well.” I bent down for my water bottle and waited for him to move. He hesitated a moment, and then let his eyes move to my crotch.
“Guess I’ll see you in there then.” He added, before he slowly stepped around me, giving me a show of his hard ass as he walked casually to the change room. I kept drinking, outright staring at him as he paused at the doorway and looked back over his shoulder to catch me still standing there watching him. He gave a wide smile and patted his hand on the outside of the door before he pushed it open and went inside.
Like a rocket I broke my trance and headed to the locker room.
It was almost 9:45am by the time I got to my locker, and the room was pretty deserted as most had gone to work. There were a few older guys lingering around, and I noticed the sauna room was empty. I saw Brady as I walked by, shirt off, stripped down to a pair of white boxer briefs. He was standing sideways when I went by, and he looked over at me and gave me a smile, pulling out a towel. My locker was around the corner from his, so I opened my door and stripped as fast as I could, right down to nothing, and grabbed my own towel, listening for the sound of his locker closing shut.
When it did, I rounded the corner to head to the row of showers with my towel around my waist and saw him heading in the same direction just in front of me carrying his, his bubbled white ass on full display for me to follow.
He gave a slight glance over his shoulder and went to the left of the shower row, each stall a single white curtained block. There were four to the left, and five more from the middle to the right. To the right was the one I heard on, so I looked to the left to see him standing at the farthest one, slowly hanging up his towel on the outside, turning to me so I could see his cut cock hanging between his legs already thickening. He gave me a smile as I walked towards the stall next to the one he picked, and he tugged on his cock and stepped inside his stall and shut the curtain.
I didn’t know what to do, if he wanted me to join him, or if I should play it cool. Being out of the game for so long I went in the stall next to his and showered fast, keeping my ear out for when his shower stopped.
When it did, I turned mine off too and opened my curtain fully and grabbed my towel. He was already standing out of his stall and drying himself off, facing me completely. I didn’t hide anything, and watched his eyes check out my body as he slowly toweled himself off. With a bigger grin he wrapped the towel around his waist and pointed his head back to the way we came in.
“A sauna always feels good after a shower.” He said and then waited.
I sort of stopped, seeing him staring. “Oh yeah?” I nodded. “Sounds like a good idea.”
He walked by me, quickly eying my body. I took in the shape of his back and the rippling muscles leading down to his now covered round ass. With one more glance before he rounded the corner, I wrapped my towel around my own waist and followed his trail once again.
As soon as I stepped in, I heard his voice.
“Over here.” He was already inside, sitting in the corner, steam just starting. I let the door close and realized we were the only ones in there.
As soon as I started to walk towards him, he opened up his towel to reveal his completely shaved cock with a very pink head between his big thighs. He grabbed it right away and started stroking it for me, watching me step closer. I could feel my own cock hardening at the sight and he motioned for me to sit beside him.
I did, sitting so close to him that our legs immediately touched. He reached over and tugged at my towel and I helped him along, grabbing my own meat as it revealed itself.
“Holy fuck nice dick.” He said quietly, firming the grip on his own and stroking a bit faster. His hand slid over my leg and reached for it, so I let go and let him, marveling in the feel of another man’s hand around my shaft.
He shifted his ass forward and let go of his cock. “Stroke it.” He simply ordered, and I obeyed, grabbing hold of it. It was smaller than mine, and thinner than mine, but it was still hard and hot, and the sounds he made when I started to jerk it turned me on. With his free hand he grabbed his left pink nipple and squeezed, his brown eyes coming to mine, awkwardly pulling on my meat as I stroked his. “Fuck that feels good.” He whispered, staring at me.
I glanced at the door, realizing that we were in a pretty good spot to notice when someone came in, but it was still risky. I didn’t know this gym yet, and wasn’t really sure how long we had, so I worked his cock fast, wondering if he wanted me to suck it. I turned to look at him, and suddenly had the desire to kiss him, but he turned away as if he read my mind and looked down at my hand on his cock.
“Fuck you’re good at this.” He moaned and let his head fall back slightly and closed his eyes. I could feel his hips working with me as he sort of lost momentum on my own cock. Then his hand let go altogether of my cock and he grabbed his other nipple, twisting them around as his mouth dropped open. “Oh yeah buddy. I’m gonna fuckin’ shoot!”
And he did.
Like a fuckin’ rocket he blasted his load straight up in the air over my hand on his cock. I watched in awe at the size of the load erupting from it, four full blasts of thick white liquid as his abs contracted and he grunted out with each blast. I slowed my hand down as his body stopped convulsing, and with one last shiver and a puff of air, he leaned forward and began wiping his cock and legs with the towel he had, standing up and gave me a look.
“Thanks man. I needed that.” He gave me a wink and walked toward the door.
I covered my own throbbing cock with my own towel, the smell of his jizz on my hand still despite my wiping it off on my own towel and thought, what the fuck?
I sat there, sweating in the steam for a good five minutes, letting my cock settle back down before I left. He was gone from the locker room, and I changed rather slowly. I felt rejected and used yet again, and even worse now than when I came in.
But as I walked back to the apartment building, I noticed that Mario’s car was back.
With my gym bag over my shoulder and my cock still full of cum, I marched right up the stairs taking two or three at a time and went right to his door and knocked our usual knock. Soft but loud enough. The familiar pattern of the “Shave and a haircut” knock, without the final two knocks of “ten cents.”
I frowned at the door, the anger returning in a slow burn as I realized how mad I was at him for not saying anything to me for three days. Or I was mad at myself for giving a guy a hand job at the gym like a stupid little perv because I needed to do SOMETHING.
I could hear movement at the door and the sound of it being unlocked loudly, with the final fling of the door opening up to see him standing there in a pair of grey track pants with the tight cuffs over his thick ankles exposing his bare feet, along with a black plain tee that showed off his upper body’s muscles as usual. His hair was wet and shaggy, and his 5 o’clock shadow was scruffier than ever. His big brown eyes looked up at me as he took me in.
“Hey!” He said with a small smile.
“Hey.” I said rather shortly, putting my hands on my hips like an angry housewife, wondering where her husband has been.
He lifted his hands up in mock defense and just backed up, holding the door open with his big bare foot and motioned for me to come in. I did, walking slowly inside his apartment, past his gaze and surprised look. “I’m so sorry I haven’t been over sooner. I really, really wanted to, but….” He turned and closed the door.
“But…?” I turned to him with my arms folded across my chest as he stood with his back to his own door. He frowned at me, looking confused. I let out a big sigh and could feel my body pulsing with rage for only a moment as I took in the sight of him. Fuck he was hot, and I couldn’t help but look at the hint of his cock in his grey sweats, knowing just how perfect and big it was, and how good he tasted. Maybe it was the fact that I had come so close to blowing a load and was still horny. Or maybe it really was I missed seeing him.
“I had to go somewhere suddenly, and I didn’t get back till a little while ago.” He ran a big hand over his wet hair, and I watched it land around his thick skull. His bottom lip puffed out as he blew out some air. “I was about to come check in on you but wanted to shower first. I know I told you I’d check in on you on Sunday, but….” He stopped again, and then he too frowned at me, and folded his arms over his chest.
My eyes looked at them, the size of his biceps now bulging out, the vein running down the hump of them. I glanced up at him, his head now tilted sideways.
“Are you mad at me?” His eyes were squinting, as if he wasn’t sure but was sensing I was. And there was almost a hint of a smile in his questioning.
I didn’t speak, knowing how this must look. Why would I be mad at him? Because he didn’t keep his word and visit me the next day? He wasn’t my boyfriend, nor was I truly expecting my straight neighbour to act normally after I sucked the cum right from his cock.
His question and his teasing smile disarmed me a bit. I let out a big sigh, feeling the relief washing through me as he waited, not in anger, but in genuine wonder it seemed.
“No, I’m not mad at you.” I said quietly, seeing the sense of relief come over as his smile widened into a reassuring grin. He uncrossed his arms and put his hands on his hips. His arms still looked massive, and I couldn’t help but look at his biceps. “I guess I was worried where you were, and if you, I don’t know…” I shrugged my shoulders and looked down, “I was worried I crossed a line.”
“Oh Brian,” he said, dragging it out with a long breath as he took the few steps to come towards me. And in a shocking move to me, he held out his arms and then wrapped them around me, pulling me into his big solid body and just hugged me, tight, gently rocking me side-to-side as he squeezed me. “Not at all!” He whispered over top of me, rocking me gently. “I’m so sorry how that must have looked. I should’ve known better than to disappear without a word. I’m sorry.”
I could feel his chin on my hair as I rested my cheek between the cavern of his pecs. Standing like this with him I really noticed our size difference. He seemed like a massive wide giant compared to my slimmer frame. It was like I fit perfectly in him, his pecs puffed out around my face, his big arms around my head holding me against him. I let my own arms wrap around his wide back, and I held onto him.
And I didn’t want to let go. Nor did I want to make this an emotional reunion, but for some reason neither one of us loosened our embrace.
He smelled good for 10 o’clock in the morning. I could smell the fruit scent of his body wash, and the familiar scent of his light cologne that he always wore when he wasn’t at work.
“Why aren’t you working today?” I mumbled into his big chest, suddenly wondering why he wasn’t at work, still holding him tight.
I felt his chin move off my head as he continued to hold me. “I booked the days off on Sunday just before I left. I didn’t think I’d be back till tomorrow. But once things looked clear I got outta there and came back.” He paused for a moment, before he added. “To check in with you and make sure you were okay.”
I closed my eyes, making sure I held back my emotions before I loosened my grip and pulled away. He let me go, but didn’t move, just looked down at me, his big hands still on my arms as I looked up at him. “Where did you go?”
He gave me a weak smile and blew some air out through his nostrils. “My ex.” He rolled his eyes and squeezed my shoulders. “She called on Sunday morning. She’s a mess. Again.”
“Oh.” I said softly, going to move away from him but his strong arms stopped me, grabbing my shoulders suddenly and holding me in place.
He looked down at me, holding me in front of him. “Don’t even think it.” His face was serious and he held my gaze. “I didn’t run back to her; she was in trouble – AGAIN – and I had to go rescue her dumb ass ONCE AGAIN. That’s all.” He added the last sentence firmly, giving me a look worthy of a parent ending a conversation. His emphasis on the words again was loud and I could tell he wasn’t happy about any of it. “Her latest boyfriend turned out to be a tad bit abusive.”
I looked up at him and couldn’t help but smile. “Did you go kick his ass?”
He gave a little grin back as he kept staring at me. “I didn’t get the chance.”
I licked my lips and avoided his eyes. “Let me guess, he took one look at you and ran?”
This time Mario did laugh. “Yeah. But it was his place, so I had to move her shit out and then I had to take her to her girlfriend’s. Took us all fuckin’ day on Sunday. I ended up crashing at her friend’s place – on the couch downstairs in the basement. And then spent the day yesterday getting her all set up at another friend’s place that she called. Fuck I’m so stupid!” He took a deep breath and I took a step back. I looked at him tentatively, seeing anger wash over him. I’ve never seen him mad. I slid my hands in my pockets and stood there looking up at him.
“Sorry man. It’s just….” He let out another sigh and copied me, shoving his hands into his pockets, the flexing of his triceps did not go unnoticed by me as my eyes moved up and down his body. “She’s done this before to me and I fall for it every time. But this time….” He paused, and he looked down at the floor before he let out another breath and then looked up at me and waited for me to make eye contact.
“But this time, all I wanted to do was to come home and make sure you were okay.” He added.
I felt my heart rate quicken at that, my straight neighbour caring about me. “I’m okay.” I mumbled, looking down at his sexy wide feet again.
“I thought about you so many times, and I wanted to call you, but I didn’t want her to think the wrong thing, and I overthought it too much, so I didn’t call.” He exhaled heavily again and waited for me to look up at him again. When I did, he gave me a sad smile. “I’m sorry. Seeing you sort of mad here makes me realize how it must’ve looked, leaving after we…well…you know.” He gave me a shy grin. “It was shitty that I left like that without telling you. The last thing I wanted to do was upset you or make you think I didn’t like what you did for me the other night.” His voice sort of dropped towards the end, and there was a hint of shyness about his smile now as his smile grew and his face softened.
I broke our gaze and looked back down at those feet of his. “I thought you didn’t like what we did.” I lowered my face even more as I said it, but suddenly his finger was on my chin and he lifted my face up to look at me in the eyes. He was only an arm’s length away from me as he stared down at me.
“Are you kidding? BEST EVER.” He winked and gave my nose a bob with his finger before he pulled me into his body again. “I left in a hurry that night because I thought you’d want to take care of yourself, and I wasn’t sure I was ready to help you out just yet. But I shouldn’t have left like that.” He paused and I felt my body being rocked as he held me tight against his chest. And I also felt his crotch growing. “But since then, I’ve thought about you nonstop. And how much I wanted to do more with you in fact.”
I couldn’t believe he was saying it, and I couldn’t believe even more that I noticed his cock growing in his sweatpants as he stood there with his hands in his pockets. I too was feeling something again, but for a straight man, so I was trying not to get my hopes up.
“I’ve felt more like myself these last few weeks hanging out with you than I ever have before.” He said quietly. “I’m kind of confused by it all, but I’m glad you were open to exploring with me.” He then took his hands out of his pockets and absentmindedly tugged at the front of his sweats before he lowered his head and looked me in the eye. “And I couldn’t wait to see you so I could tell you it’s all good. I’ve spent my free time checking out some gay porn and it’s totally turning me on. And I want to do more with you if you want to.”
I didn’t think and just hugged him, burying my face into his sweet-smelling body, feeling his big pecs flex around my face as he hugged me back. His hands squeezed me tight, and then one hand moved up to my head and he ruffled my hair, giving me a kiss on top of my head which made me giggle and made my cock swell at the same time. I squeezed him harder, pressing my body against his, feeling his hard cock even harder against me.
“Looks like you want to do more right now.” I murmured into his shirt. I heard him give an awkward sort of laugh over me, and then he purposefully moved his hips into me.
“That’s happened a lot since I left you.” He said quietly.
I wasn’t mad anymore. I wasn’t angry at him. I was more than over my own issues, listening to his story and believing him. So as my hands moved around to the front of him, and I felt his cock lengthening along the leg of his track pants, I only had one thing on my mind. I tugged at his pants, and started to pull them down, suddenly very hungry for his perfect dick once again.
He sort of held his hands up in the air, dangling them above me as he watched me free his cock, drop to my knees, and take him down my throat again. This time his hands went right to my head and he held me there, groaning loudly as I started to suck his cock, bringing it life fully in my mouth. His balls tightened, his cock grew completely erect, and his hands stayed on my head, holding me gently, letting me do all the work.
“Oh my god your mouth feels so good.” He moaned quietly above me as I worked his big cock. I slurped and sucked, licked and sucked, gagged and sucked as he stood there. Every time I looked up at him, he was watching me, his mouth slightly open, groaning with every deep throat I performed, until his hands left my head and he pulled his own shirt off, and then bent down to push his track pants down and stepped out of them.
Like a stripper, he took a step back and let me look at his naked body as he stood in front of me. He had an evil grin on his face as he looked down at me, sitting back on my bare feet on the floor. He looked fucking delicious, his smooth upper body all rippling muscled beef. His lower half all thickly muscled and solid, with a fine dusting of light dark hair over his massive legs. And that big cock, sticking straight out like a pipe, the helmet head slick with my spit, waiting for my mouth again.
But as I went to suck his cock again, he stopped me with a hand on my shoulder.
“Now you.” He said with a grin.
I frowned, not sure what he meant.
He saw my hesitation and smiled wider. “Take off your clothes. I want to see you naked.”
I slowly stood up, not taking my eyes off his, avoiding the lust I had to stare at his big body again and I pulled at my shirt. He didn’t say a word, just watched me as I lifted it over my head and tossed it to the chair beside me. I paused briefly as he stood there, looking vulnerable and fucking gorgeous in all his mighty glory, until my fingers found the button to my pants and I slowly opened them, and pushed them down my legs.
I saw his eyes look down as my cock popped out, already hard, my body bent over almost trying to hide it as I pulled at my jeans, finally stepping out of my pants and underwear, now completely naked across from him.
“Jesus, that’s quite a cock on you for your size.” He said through a grin, letting his eyes look back up at mine before he took a tentative step forward. And then he reached out, and I felt his big hand, rather cold from nerves, take my dick in it and gently tug on it. “And its thick too. Like mine.” He was speaking quietly, and I was face to face with his chest again, like the first time I saw his bare torso, and those nipples aching to be kissed.
I felt my body tremble as he pulled on my cock, bringing me closer to his body, but both of us not getting too close. I reached out and took his cock in my hand and started to mimic his movements, pulling on his cock, but really wanting to suck it again.
“Does that feel good?” He asked quietly, moving his whole hand around my cock and tugging on it harder.
I nodded. “Yeah. Just work it like you’d work your own.” I looked up at him, his chin just above me now as he concentrated. I knew he was frustrated, as I faced him, so instead, I turned around, his hand coming off me until I lifted his heavy arm around my waist and made him grab hold of me again as I pressed my ass up against his cock. “Now jerk it like it’s your own cock.”
He growled a bit and I leaned my body back against his as he held my dick as if it was his own, a much better grip on me now as he imagined jerking his own cock like this. I felt his breath on my shoulder as I leaned my body backwards against him. His other hand moved around my left side, and surprisingly worked its way up to my left pec and grabbed it, pressing his own naked body up to mine. He felt great, and my cock thickened even more at he feeling of this large naked man up against me.
“Oh my god you feel good.” He said into my ear. I wiggled against him, letting his cock move up my lower back, his nutsack at the top of my ass cheeks. He pulled me in tighter, his mouth at my ear as I let my hands slide down each leg around me. He lowered himself a bit, spreading his feet out beside mine to let his cock slide down into the crack of my ass as his big hand slowly worked my cock.
“So do you.” I mumbled, letting my head fall back against his right pec. I couldn’t help but work my ass up and down now with the feel of his big hard cock between my cheeks, moving my body on his as he jerked my cock like it was his own.
“This is how I jerk my cock.” He whispered into my ear. I looked down at his big hand wrapped around my shaft, slowly stroking it, his thumb working over the head of my dick in a perfectly erotic rhythm. His hot breath was sending me into a gyration on him that was worthy of a striptease as I got into the tempo of his hand. I could feel his erection behind me, working now between my ass. “That feels good.”
I nodded, spitting into my hand and reaching back to grab his cock. He let me, feeling it getting slicker before he pushed it into me again, grinding his cock into my backside and my hand at the same time as his mouth hovered by my ear.
His left hand was grabbing my pec like a tit, squeezing it and finding my nipple to tweak as his feet spread out a bit and he firmly planted them wider, digging his hard cock into the cheeks of my ass every time I added more spit.
And then I reached behind me and lowered his cock, pointing that helmet head into my cheeks, guiding it toward my hole. I felt him panting more, the hot minty breath on my neck as he let me. “Fuck.” He moaned out, feeling the heat from my hole as I playfully poked the head around it. “That feels warm.” He murmured, his lips now at my ear as he continued to pull on my cock from behind me.
I ran my hand along his forearm that was jerking my cock, feeling the corded muscles working as his lips touched my ear. I shivered more as my left hand guided his cock directly at the opening of my ass, and I went up on my tiptoes to try to tease him more, showing him that the head of his cock could easily fit inside me if he wanted.
“Holy fuck that feels good.” He breathed out into my ear before I felt his lips kissing my earlobe. I moaned, and he did it again, his thick tongue now out licking my ear. Then he started to kiss it, sucking on my ear lobe, breathing into my ear before the kisses moved down to my neck, and then my shoulder as I tried to push his cockhead into my ass.
On cue, he pulled my body backwards, his hand on my pec pulling me into his body, his mouth on my shoulder, as the tip of his cock breached my opening.
His fist stopped on my cock and we both seemed to freeze, standing in the middle of his living room by the wall to his door.
“Oh my god.” I moaned out, leaning my head backwards, feeling his lips on my neck again as I felt the head of his cock split me wide open. He was big alright, and I was feeling it.
“If I push forward, will it just go in. I don’t want to hurt you.” He breathed out at my ear, his tongue now out licking it.
“Yes. Just push slowly. It won’t hurt.” I hissed out, moving my own body again backwards as he moved his hips forward.
There was a sting of pain, and that burning sensation of not having properly lubed up, so I pushed forward, hearing him gasp out in shock as he let me. But I quickly added more spit and grabbed his heavy meat again, and aimed it back in.
“Put it in.” I begged.
He let go of my cock and grabbed my waist with both hands and helped guide himself in, holding me still as he pushed himself back into me. Both of us groaned as we stood right by his door, both of us naked, and both of us holding onto each other as best we could as he slid all the way inside me from behind.
“Holy fuck!” I moaned out as I leaned forward. He adjusted his feet, still holding my waist, and held himself still. I could feel his cock throbbing in me as I let out a loud hiss as I tried to breathe through the size of him. He was right: he was hard to take.
“Oh. My. God.” He said slowly. “You are so fuckin’ tight!” He panted out, but neither one of us moved. I sort of looked around my shoulder and kept breathing heavily as his eyes found mine. “You okay? I’m not hurting you?”
“Just give me a minute!” I panted out, standing up on my tip toes trying to adjust to the sheer size of him. I nodded as his hands moved off my hips and slid up my smooth front, those meaty hands gliding gently over my abs and chest to my shoulders where he grabbed them from behind and pulled me back against his body. My head was turned, and he found my lips and kissed me suddenly, with a surprisingly frenzied feel. I opened up and took in his tongue, tasting him at last as he hugged me from behind.
And then he frog marched me around, careful not to remove his dick from me, and steered me around to the wall. I planted my hands against it, bent over a bit, and then felt him start to move, slowly at first, but he quickly got the hang of it.
His hands were all over my body, moving up and around my back, and then down my sides and down my legs as he bent over me and fucked me doggy style in a slow, steady pace. I was bent over, looking down at his sexy feet, enjoying the feeling of that big dick inside me. I was moaning, trying to look up at him to see his face, trying to figure out what he was feeling, as I felt his enormous shaft plunging in and out of me, filling me up in an almost uncomfortable manner.
I felt full, but good.
He didn’t talk, didn’t call me any names, so I said nothing either. Just stared at him, taking his cock and the gentle pounding he was giving me. He studied me it seemed, making sure he didn’t loose control and hurt me. The only thing he kept asking me was if he was hurting me.
But he seemed to enjoy the feel of my body, and the feel of fucking me. I was just getting into the rhythm myself when he suddenly said he was going to cum, as if it too caught him by surprise.
“Holy fuck! I’m gonna cum!” He asked, trying to stop his thrusting but losing control.
“Fuck yes! Cum in me!” I begged, grabbing the back of his legs to make sure he didn’t pull out.
He grunted wildly suddenly, and humped my ass harder and faster, holding onto my waist again tightly as if he was trying to control himself and make sure he wasn’t hurting me as he started to unload that thick load I tasted a few days ago directly into my ass. I moaned with him, and grabbed my cock, trying to bring myself to my own conclusion as he fucked me.
He finished first, and I told him to keep fucking me, to keep his cock inside me. He got the hint, and did, thrusting his deflating cock as best he could, digging into me hard. He grabbed my shoulders and let me stand up in front of him as I jerked my cock. It surprised me even more when his hand wrapped over mine and he pretended he was jerking himself off as his other hand went to my right pec and he held me against him. I turned my head sideways and he kissed me again, his hand over mine as we jerked me off together.
I moaned in his mouth but he didn’t stop kissing me as I unloaded against his wall, spurt after spurt happening, my body spasming out of control. Despite him holding me tight, his cock slipped out during my explosion, and I felt his cum leaking out of my ass we milked out every drop of mine.
Before he let go, I took his hand and lifted it up to my mouth and licked the cum off his fingers. I heard him groan, and he fed me each finger, looking at me in awe at what I was doing. When I was finished, he surprised me still and pushed me back against the wall to kiss me, licking my tongue and sucking it back, tasting my cum from my own mouth hungrily. He pulled back and licked his lips in a smile.
“Mmmm. That’s fuckin’ tasty.” He raised his brows and widened his eyes at me. “Next time I wanna taste it straight from the source.”
I didn’t feel awkward this time, and he didn’t turn to run. Instead, he looked at me, all of me, his eyes running down my body. This time, he took my hand and pulled me off the wall.
“Why don’t we go lay down for a while and catch our breaths. I want to feel more of this little muscley body.” He tugged me and led me down the short hallway towards his bedroom, leading me to follow his huge body to his bed.
This was going to be fun after all, I thought to myself as I let him lead me along, pulling my naked body onto his as he laid down on his unmade bed.
