A few twists of the roll of the tape, and a few laps around his wrists and my man’s thick arms were hanging off the metal headboard. Rob looked up at his hands with a grin and gave them a little tug. I looked at him, literally hanging from the headboard, naked from head to toe and hard as a rock. “You are one sexy fucking man.” He was all man. All cop. All muscle. And all mine.
He was big, almost the same size from head to toe as Kirk, and his physique looked equally as solid. I thought Kirk was scary looking at first sight, but this guy was equally threatening, especially dressed in his Canadian Armed Forces fatigues. “Well you didn’t lie.” He let out a puff of air, his thick lips moving into an ‘o’ shape. “Jesus Kirk. He’s fuckin’ cute.”
Sam took a step forward, closing the distance a bit between us, this muscled Arab giant sizing me up. “You know, I am wondering if you considered other hardwood before making this selection?” There was a different tone to his voice now, as he moved, and I could feel my pulse quicken. He was definitely interested. "I know good quality hardwood when I see it." I said as I licked my lips.
I was so wrapped up watching all these men having sex I nearly jumped out of my skin when a body pressed up behind me and a hand searched my crotch to grab hold of my bulge. “Like what you see?” A deep voice whispered in my ear. I leaned back into the body, feeling the mass of muscle behind me, a big hairy arm snaking around my chest as his other hand firmly gripped my tool in my pants.
As we sat on the bus, the hunk looked over at me, his eyes burning into me, with that look I knew all too well. I sucked in a bit of air as I felt him spread his legs a bit more, pressing into me to make sure I was getting the signal. I pressed back, and stuck out my other leg, showing off my muscular legs. I saw his eyes roam down, and imagined what he was thinking.
“Let me in boy!” He growled behind me in a way I hadn’t heard. I turned behind me to see his face scrunched, serious, a frown on him making him look downright nasty. But when our eyes met, his one eyebrow raised up at me and a half grin slowly spread upwards to the right. “You want Daddy’s cock don’t you boy?”
I stopped in front of him, standing closer to him than I have ever been and raised my chin upwards to that hulking figure. I could see his chest heaving, his shoulders raising as he quietly inhaled and exhaled, waiting for me. He didn’t flinch, didn’t move and I suddenly wondered if this was a test. My boss, testing me. “Our secret?” I asked quietly. He nodded right away and let out a soft “Yes.”
I was back for more. Like a drug, I needed to have him again already. His smell was still in my nostrils, the sounds he made still floating around my head. The way he touched me, the way he spoke to me, all of my senses had come alive that first time with him. And like a drug, I was already addicted after one hit. The need for this man has overtaken me.
I was back. In Canada. And as I moved through the airport, I breathed in deeply at the sight of round ass of the man in front of me. The sights were still impressive. My eyes gazed at the thickness of the man, holding onto the handle of his luggage as he moved with ease forward. He looked like he could be a flight crew, or a pilot. I licked my lips in hunger. Welcome home Brian, I smiled to myself
“Sir it is then boy.” His tongue licked the bottom of my earlobe and he breathed out slowly. “Now I’m going to fuck you like my own toy.” One hand came around my throat as his other hand circled my body. Right there on his couch, still completely dressed except for our pants lowered, Tom fucked me hard.
I was still smiling, deep in thought, when I stepped into our place, Rob appearing almost instantaneously with a glass of red wine. He had on a pair of jeans and a long sleeve grey Canada shirt and was barefoot. This was a good look on him, and the bare feet was all for me. He had a devilish grin on his face as he kissed me hello, his greying beard tickling me in that now familiar way.
He seemed so big before me. I was still a scrawny jock, only 5’3” compared to his bulky mass. His 6’3” 250 pound body looked giant between me. He was all man. And I didn’t care his fiancé was upstairs. I grabbed his shoulders as he spit into his hand and rubbed his cock and then fed his dick into my spread open legs.
Tom was standing in the doorway of the ensuite, completely naked, his cock already thick. I felt my breath catch as I saw him, his body outlined by the rising sun peering through the bedroom windows behind him. The outline of his body was like a sketch from a bodybuilding magazine, bumps all over him that amplified each glorious part of him, from this square head down to his wide feet.
“Did you miss me?” He finally said softly. Instinctively, I said “Yes.” “I’ve missed you too. I need to see you again.” There was a hunger in his voice that I was getting used to. It fueled me, caused all the blood to seep down my body into my dick and I forgot all reasoning. I pictured Bill’s hot face, his shiny bald head, his big muscled body...the need had finally taken over.
My body responded in shudders as he pumped again and again into me, until his body slithered over mine, and I felt all 250 plus pounds of him covering me. His mouth kissed at my neck, his hands moving over my head as I panted under him.
He had lived across from us the entire time, casually waving at us, and striking up conversations all the time over the last few years. He was tall, had to be about 6’4 with dark thick hair that looked so good on him, greying at the temples in spots. He kept himself in great shape, and had that lean, runner’s build with a big chest and nice arms. And an ass to drool over.
I was already shaking in anticipation as I heard the sounds down the hall. It was a Friday night, and I had hoped there would be a crowd. It seemed pretty empty near the front, but I knew my way to the back, and down the stairs where the sauna and the showers and the video room were. And the small rooms.
My eyes glanced upwards, my mouth full of his meat, and I could see him smiling widely watching me, his hands running through my hair as I sucked him off in his kitchen. My hands went upwards, feeling the muscles in his legs and then his hard abs as they snaked under his hooded sweatshirt. I took more and more of his cock as he slowly thrusted into me and I allowed it go deeper.
We were a tangled mess, naked limbs entwined, his big leg over me, his massive arms holding me. I was squished in him, hugging his giant body as we laid on the hotel bed in silence. I listened to his deep breathing, wondering how long we would sleep with me in his arms. I didn't want to move, feeling Frank around me.
I flipped to the end page and saw the A+ sign and a 92% above some written feedback and gave him a grin. “I hope that is legit.” Tom chuckled and leaned back, showing me that he had his cock sticking out of his jeans, fully erect. “You earned that all on your own. And this?” He pointed to his cock. “You earned this all on your own too.”
He slid his jeans down his legs, revealing those wide quads, muscled calves. He peeled each sock off, exposing those perfect looking feet, leaving him completely naked in front of me. He was beautiful, from head to toe. And if we weren’t both attached to someone…
As soon as we were in the elevator, Rob cornered me, moving slowly into me, pushing me backwards against the mirrored wall. I looked up at him, his face in a slight perma-grin as his huge frame dwarfed me. “So you like to be dominated eh?”
Professor Tom. Who was now “teaching me” a thing or two, so he said. How he took the idea of my final paper, about the mentor-student roles from Ancient Greece, and the necessity of a sexual relationship between them as part of a young man’s training, to seduce me. Or was it I that seduced him?
“Put me in you.” He said firmly as I moved into position over him. I felt his hands cup my ass and help me guide myself to the pole I was holding. I felt the tip reach my hole, felt the heat radiating from it, and felt the pressure as I tried to take him in. I saw Darren’s face scrunch up as he resisted slamming directly into me. But then his eyes lifted to look at me.
I was getting more and more frustrated, feeling like I needed to cum at least once a day. If I wasn’t trying to plan something with Ian, the big blonde muscled dominant dude that was now pounding my ass when we could figure it out, I was jerking off in the quiet hours of the darkness. But it wasn’t enough.
I stood my ground, letting my eyes fall slightly to his thick neck, watching the veins in it shift, following the river like line over his rounded shoulders. Those massive, hard, sculpted shoulders…. “And if you had a mentor like that, what kind of relationship do you think you would find yourself in?” His grin was spreading, and he said it so calmly I almost shivered in excitement at the thought.
"You want me to fuck you?" He was practically panting into the phone, the sound of his breath stirring up memories of the one time we had been together. The way he kissed. The feeling of him ripping off the condom and shoving his big cock back into me. The way he stared at me. The feeling of that hard muscled ass in my hand. "Yes." I heard my voice answer.
After a rather loud cheer over Tony spilling something accidentally, I looked up to see Brett coming down the hallway in just a pair of boxers. I felt a small intake of breath as I took in the shape of him, all lean and muscular, his well-defined body on display showing off a rocking set of abs, thick legs and big biceps, and a messy bedhead on him as he emerged.
“Merry Christmas Brian!” Santa said in a big booming voice, his big dark brown eyes peering out from under the white fluff around his red hat. The white beard covered the rest of his face as he peered into the carwindow waving. Santa’s gloved hand rested on the door and he stood up tall. He seemed very big, the roundness of his fake belly sticking out in true Santa form. And then I saw his eyes.
I caught my reflection in the mirror, my slim 5’3” body, trim and muscled from baseball, smooth and silky just like the new red panties that were hugging my waist. I wasn’t much into women’s clothing before, but these panties certainly did have a nice effect on my body. And when I stepped out in them, Frank must have agreed from the noise he made as I rounded the corner.