Joe's voice was unsteady, and it was breaking my heart. He was such a powerhouse of a guy. So strong and big physically, that this was not a side he showed to anyone. He was trying not to cry, or rather breakdown by the sounds of it. "I just need to see you." He said over the phone. "I'm 30 minutes away." I couldn't wait to see him, and to be in his arms again.
I loved talking to Darren. The sound of his voice on the phone made me hard instantly. And when he ended our first conversation on the phone a few days after our backseat romp with “I love you man” I was hooked completely. After four days with only just hearing his voice, I was dying to see him again. And when I did, he had a little surprise for our next rendezvous.
And then an older guy walked in, wearing a leather cap, and a leather harness across his chest with a pair of black leather boots and a black jock. He looked to be about 50 and was built like a brick shithouse. Muscled. Big thick muscular legs. Round shoulders. Huge guns. He looked powerful, like someone's hot dad. Or boss. Looking at him, I knew I was ready for another cock.
I found my eyes wandering more and more to Rob. I hadn’t really noticed him when we arrived, other than he was big and had a full beard. I thought he was fat, but in fact his bulky clothing revealed a nicely built stocky muscled body. He was thick, manly, meaty. I wanted more. Little did I know that Rob wanted more too.
A smile came across my face as I waited, hoping he would send a message back immediately. I had met Darren and his family in the Dominican at the resort we stayed at over Christmas and New Year’s. Darren was a big muscle hunk, towering over me at 6’2” with a sculpted thick muscled physique, a big tribal tattoo across his shoulder, nice blue eyes, and now he wanted me all to himself. I did too.
The start of the New Year was our last full day at the resort. I woke up happier than I had been in years. My family was surrounding me, and I could still smell Darren on me as I laid in bed. After less than a week, this big muscle man had come into my life when I least expected it and turned my world around once again.
I could still hear Joe’s moans in my ears this morning. I could still feel his hands on me, his lips on mine. I could still feel the fullness of his cock inside me, how it filled me with his thick load once again. I could still feel his weight on me, that big muscled body of his. I could still feel everything from last night as I sat beside him this morning in his truck as he drove me back.
He spotted me staring at him, and he waved at us, holding a drink up in celebration. Happy New Year indeed. I was ready to celebrate. Darren walked right up to me and grabbed me tight in a big bear hug. “You look good enough to fuck." He growled at me, and moved to the bar, leaving me standing alone to watch his round ass move away from me. Fuck, I couldn’t wait any longer.
I stood at the window in the living room watching him mow the lawn. Joe was in his work boots, his grey socks coming up just to the top of the open boots at his thick calves. I watched him secretly. The muscles in his big legs moving as he walked. And his ass…well….let’s just say I spent a lot of time silently staring at those meaty globes of his as I sipped my coffee. I wanted him again.
“We have been in this bed all day long.” I said to Joe as we noticed the time, kicking the covers back. He rolled over onto me and squished me into the mattress, his big naked body crushing me. “I haven’t minded a bit!” he giggled, nibbling at my neck and causing me to squeal. He rolled back, kicking the covers off and leaning back on his headboard, completely displaying his magnificent body.
When we pulled up towards the dock, I could see a big burly figure standing shirtless on the edge of the dock in a pair of shorts. It was Rob. I had misjudged his physique under his clothes. Sure he had a round gut, from eating and lots of beer, but he was still pretty solid, with big wide shoulders and big biceps. I couldn’t help take him in. Suddenly I could picture this giant bear on top of me.
He could see me from a distance on the trail and noticed me looking. I put my hands in my pockets, already getting hard and breathing irregularly as he approached. He had a cocky grin on his face, and he kept lifting the legs of his shorts up to show off the definition of his big muscled thighs. He was probably a good 6’1” or 6’2”, much taller than my short but built 5’9”.
I looked at Darren's big frame beside me, the ocean beside him in the distance, the moonlight outlining his chiseled face. “I can’t explain these past few days buddy.” He was staring down at me, talking so quietly I could barely hear him over the soft sounds of the ocean near our feet. “But I’m hoping we can figure this out and continue something back home.”
I woke up smelling coffee. The light was pouring into the bedroom, and I was alone in Joe’s king sized bed. I could hear movement in the kitchen, and I figured Joe was up making something to eat. I stretched and yawned breathing in his scent on the bed. I was back in his bed. Our bed. Home. I heard Joe softly walking down the hallway. Softly that is for a 6’4” 220-pound muscle man.
I left the washroom first, trying to not make it too obvious in case we came across anyone. Darren had patted my ass just before I opened the stall door and told me every time he looked at me today, he would know that I had his swimmers inside my ass all day long now. Both his words and the tap on my ass from his big hand sent a shiver through me. What WAS he doing to me??
The middle of the night wakings was what I missed the most being away at school. So many times last summer, one of us had awakened during the night to admire the other. Or the best, we would end up fucking, still half asleep, as if we were living out a dream. Tonight was different. We were taking our time. We were exploring like never before.
I was already planning ahead. I needed to slow down. But looking up at his handsome face, those blue eyes, I was already melting. He looked at me for a bit, neither one of us saying anything, until he broke the silence. “Follow me.” He said quietly, putting his coffee cup down and standing up suddenly, starting to walk towards the restaurants. I wondered where he was going.
I called John at work without thinking. “I’m sorry to call you at work, but I was thinking about you….” I trailed off, not sure what to say. “Go on, tell me. I’m listening.” His voice was deep, normal, as if he had customers standing around him. “I called because I want you.” I said. He gave a little laugh again, sounding even sexier. “Well then let’s schedule you in a for a service.”
His right hand rubbed his leg casually, and then he moved it onto the cushion, and slowly slid it backwards, up his thigh to where my left hand was resting. He slowed down as it brushed against my hand resting on the cushion, my fingers feeling the palm of his hand first as it slowly glided over top. Then his pinky finger lifted up and traced over top of mine. My insides were pounding.
The year I turned 35 we decided to take the kids to an all-inclusive vacation in the Dominican. It was over the Christmas break – the perfect time to escape the extended family and chill. And the perfect time for me to stop yearning for men. Or at least try. Until I spotted him. Standing out against the crowd. Big. Muscular. Smooth. Tribal tattoo on his shoulder. But who was scoping out who?
“When I can I see you again?” He asked, his own voice deep and quiet. I smiled, and my cock grew a bit knowing that this man was going to fuck me again. “My mom goes out every Tuesday night for her league.” He groaned in the phone. “Good. Then I will see you then. Do me a favour?” I waited. “Sure. What?” My cock was hard at the sound of his voice. “Wear your jock for me." It wasn't a question.
When my bus pulled into the central station downtown, I peered out the window to see if I could spot Joe. Sure enough, standing a head above the others waiting, there he was. He had a slight grin on his face as he looked at the bus pulling in, probably unable to see me in the tinted window. But I could see him. His eyes were wide and searching for me. I was home.
Ed was staring at us. Dan and I were both naked, in the middle of the clearing. Ed stood still at the entrance to the clearing, looking at Dan, holding me up in his arms, his cock still buried in my ass from behind. “Don’t let me stop you.” Ed said. “Besides, what happens on this island…” He lifted his shirt up over his head and tossed it to the side. “…stays on this island.”
I hadn't heard from Pete, so I went back to the gym in the hopes of finding him. I started to change, feeling rather angry and frustrated when I looked up and saw the older bodybuilder from last night stripping down across the way from me. I was sure it was him – that big beefy body, the short dark brown military crew cut with the hint of grey, those mouthwatering legs. But no Pete. Yet.
The summer before I started university, I was out shopping in a mall. During lunch in the food court I grabbed a table near a group of suits. I noticed one of the men staring at me. He was very handsome in a tailored blue suit. He looked fit, solid, and lean as he sat there, staring at me. When he grinned, and then slowly licked his lips, I knew I was being cruised. Or was I cruising him?
Three weeks to the day I left Joe, my residence phone rang that Sunday morning. “Hey sexy.” It was Joe. I smiled and felt my cock twitch. I could hear him breath deep. “Are you naked in bed right now?” His voice was suddenly quieter, sexy and deep.“I miss you Brian. So fucking much.” I could picture his brawny body naked on his couch stroking his big cock. "I am now." I answered.
John flopped me down on the edge of his bed and then he crawled up it, yanking the duvet cover off and pulling it down to lay on his gray sheets. He sat up against the headboard, naked, and spread his legs in front of me. He just fucked me hard, in front of my friend Todd, and he was hard again already just from the walk to the bedroom. “You know what to do.” He purred at me as Todd entered.
A vacation week at a cottage up north was just what I needed. A few of us had booked a cottage on a private lake to escape. Perhaps this weekend away was exactly what I needed to escape the temptations of men and focus on relaxing. But Ed the big built firefighter started my arousal. And then I met Dan, the even bigger muscular older guy next door.
We spent a long time in the shower together this morning, as Joe fucked me intensely and then we spent time admiring each other’s bodies with soap and kisses. I think I licked every inch of my big muscle man in there. But time was ticking as my ride would arrive in less than an hour, and we wouldn't see each other for four months. I needed to have him inside me one more time.
Our third day in Turkey we had the option to participate in an authentic “Hamam” or Turkish Bath. As we arrived at the Bath we were separated by gender. There were Turkish men waiting, sort of sitting in a line waiting for their next customer. The one for me was huge, muscled, out-sizing the other masseurs by half a foot, standing well over 6 feet tall. I was going to be massaged by this beast?!