A Clean Start

I was a man possessed. Meeting up with the stranger in the park, the two guys from the phone line, and the hot sex I was having with my neighbour Ian was turning me into a man who knew how much he needed cock. All the time. I found myself fantasizing about men, dreaming about sucking several dicks, lusting after guys that walked by me, and searching for the next conquest.

I was working out harder than ever, trying to turn my sexual frustrations to a more intense workout. I was packing on more weight, building up muscle and weighing a stacked 190 pounds on my 5’9” frame. My shoulders looked wider, my chest larger, my arms bigger…and even my little jock ass seemed to be inviting more and more attention wherever I went.

My wife Allie though didn’t seem to care. Things were changing, either because I wasn’t interested as much with sex with her, or she was too tired to even touch 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 watched guys at the gym. Stared a little too much in the locker room. Checked out bodies. But it was always the older guys I was drawn to. The dads. The muscled older men. The ones that were keeping themselves in shape despite their age. The ones that ‘turned my crank’ so to speak. I started noticing the same dad types that were on the same schedule as me at the gym, arriving usually after dinner time. I’d just silently stare, watching the biceps flexing, the way shirts lifted and exposed skin, asses in shorts, thick legs with big calves…I stared and became even more frustrated.

Some days I would go home and jerk off somewhere. Other times I would drive to that cruising spot and just shake in my car as I watched guys cruising around. I’d watch the guys, trying to see them in the dark, thinking about what I’d do to them, or what I’d let them do to me.

There was one guy I started to watch at the gym, an older guy with a shaved head and a grey goatee. He looked like Mr. Clean, the big, bald, and muscled cartoon man from the commercials. He had that weathered look, like a longshoreman or someone that had experienced quite a lot. Had to be in his 50s but in absolutely amazing shape. He looked smooth, with big round biceps and forearms that looked thicker than my thighs. He usually wore workout pants that clung to his hard looking ass. I started to time my workouts so I could end up in the changeroom with him, to get a closer look at that body, to see if he’d notice me. There were a few times every Thursday when we’d appear at the same time in the changeroom that he started to smile at me. I was sure he was checking me out now as much as I was checking him out.

It was one of those Thursdays, seeing him in those workout pants that showed off his perfect ass and his bald head shining under the lights that I noticed him tugging at his crotch quite a bit. I was done first and hit the showers before he arrived in the changeroom. He seemed focused on getting changed quickly and heading out, but I noticed he did look as I walked by him with my towel around my waist. I could see him looking secretly at me as we both changed, giving him my best flirty look back without giving myself away. We dressed silently, avoiding the others in the room and I ended up following his hot ass outside to our cars.

I was already planning on heading to the cruising park, feeling like I needed to see what was out there tonight, knowing I’d be jerking off later when I got home. I watched Mr. Clean head to his car without looking back, getting into a red mustang. Even his car was hot. I adjusted my crotch as I pulled out, noting that I was driving not too far behind Mr. Clean in his hot red car.

As I headed to the parking lot where only hungry men go at night, I noticed that the red car was also heading in the same direction. Could I be so lucky? I thought to myself as I anticipated his car turning. Sure enough, he made the turn into the last street and headed to the same parking lot I was heading to. I slowed down, trying to distance myself from him as I watched his taillights pull in. My heart was thumping as I pulled in afterwards, parking far enough away from his red mustang and waited to see what he would do.

As I turned my car off, I noticed him getting out of his car, his bald head shining under the moonlight as he headed along the path with his hands in his pockets. Like a bolt of lightning, I opened my door and stumbled out of my car to follow him without giving it another thought. If he was going into the wooded area for what I hoped, I wanted to be the one to be there.

He was a good distance ahead of me, and I saw him looking back a couple times. I could see the separation in the path, the same spot I went to before when I met that hot stranger once, and he slowed by it, turning to the thick bushes and then dart into it. I quickened my pace and headed to the spot myself.

As I slowly moved forward, I could hear sounds a little farther in, and bent low to avoid branches as I saw movement just ahead. I stopped when I saw the shapes, my bald-headed older hunk from the gym, and two other shapes around him.

“Yeah, suck it.” I heard a voice say. I stepped out of the cover and into the clearing, to see the two shapes bent over the bald man’s crotch, taking turns blowing him. He let his head fall back, unaware that I had appeared. I was hard in an instant, seeing this sight with two average looking guys taking turns on his cock. I moved to get a look, one of the guys looking over his shoulder at the sound. Mr. Clean’s cock looked thick, like the rest of him. As one guy held it in his hand, I could see he was cut, a nice mushroom head on a good sized dick. I licked my lips as I watched it disappear into his mouth.

Mr. Clean lifted his tee shirt and pulled it off his head, tossing it to the side and putting his hands on his puffed-out pecs, grabbing both nipples. “Fuck boys that feels perfect.” He said with a snarl. Then his eyes opened, and he looked down at them, grabbing the one sucking him and holding his head still to fuck his throat. I was hooked on his figure, staring at his upper body, a solid mountain of flesh that was simply hard muscles. He looked so hot with his torso exposed bare, the curves of his shoulders and the bulge of his arms, the way his lats traced down the side to a trim waist. His upper body was completely smooth, and my cock was rock hard just looking at him.

And then he looked over at me.

I had my hand on my crotch, groping my own cock through my jeans with my other hand massaging my own big pec watching the scene.

“Well fuck me.” He grinned at me, recognizing me with a wink.

I moved forwards as if it was an invitation and pushed my way through the two and grabbed hold of his big cock. It was wet with the other guys spit but I didn’t care. I bent over, hearing the heavy breathing of the other two, ignoring the fact that they were beating off their own cocks and I slid that thick bald headed muscled man’s cock into my mouth.

“Fuuuucccckkkk,” he moaned, letting me take it down far. I started to suck on it deep, finally feeling satisfaction at taking such a hot older man’s dick down my throat, that I lost all inhibitions. I stood up and peeled off my shirt as the other two guys dove back on the freed-up dick. Mr. Clean’s eyes widened as he took in my physique. “Fuck yeah boy!” He growled with a smile. “I’m glad you followed.”

I felt his hand on my neck as he pulled me into his face and then his tongue was in my mouth, kissing me deep with a guttural sound.

“Fuck boy, I’ve been watching you.”

I groaned as his strong hand held me inches from his face. “I’ve been watching you too.” I bent down again and pushed the two guys out of the way again and fought for his cock. He groaned louder when my mouth sucked him down and I felt both his hands glide down my back as he leaned over me. His meaty hands slid straight through my jeans to my ass, and I heard his growl of approval. His thick finger sliding between was all the invitation I needed.

I stood up and undid my pants, pushing them down and turned around, backing into him. One of the guys on their knees dove for my big dick, taking in all 8 of my erect inches hungrily as Mr. Clean’s body brushed up against my back and his arms came around me. His mouth was at my ear, biting and licking it, his hot breath seeping through me as his hands grabbed at my hard chest. I wiggled my ass around his hard cock pressing up against me. He knew what I wanted.

“You want my cock boy? Want me to fuck this tight little ass?”

Both guys were now taking turns on my cock, the wet warm feeling sending me into a different world. I moaned out a yes as I felt his already slick dick poking around, both of us trying to fit the pieces into the puzzle.

“You hungry for my load aren’t ya? Been watching me work out?” His voice was deep and I felt one hand release my chest to fumble behind me, grabbing his hard dick to guide the head to the warm entrance. “Bet you have one nice tight ass don’t you?”

“Why don’t you slide in and find out?” I groaned, leaning my head back. He twisted my face around as I felt the head of his cock find its target. His tongue snaked into me as he pushed forward, holding me against him. I opened wider, both my ass and my mouth as I moaned out the welcome of him invading me.

“Fuck boy.” I heard him groan as he sank into me completely, holding my body tight, flexing his cock inside me. “You’re not going to give me anything are you? You safe?”

I nodded. “As safe as you are I hope.”

“Mmmmm.” He groaned in my ear, nuzzling my neck and returning both hands to my chest as I leaned backwards on him. “May have found me a hot ass to dump my load in regularly.” He started to pump hard, standing there in the middle of the woods with two groaning guys at my cock watching me take his dick raw.

The pressure was intense, his cock thick and the pounding hard. I pushed the guy off my cock as Mr. Clean wrapped his arms under mine and pulled me back farther, linking my hands almost behind my back as he fucked me standing up. “Yeah boy. Take it.” He said as he frog marched me forward and turned me towards the tree beside us. I could see the two guys now standing up watching, both their cocks out and jerking as Mr. Clean pushed me down and I grabbed the trunk of the tree.

His hands grabbed my hips and he started to fuck me like a man in heat, slapping his hips against my body hard as he drilled me. I let my head drop down, looking under my own body, seeing his thick legs behind mine, his jeans down around his ankles like mine. I grabbed my cock and pulled on it as the sound of him fucking me filled the air.

“Let me have a turn.” I heard a voice say and I immediately said no loudly to the guys watching us.

“Hear that boys. He’s all mine.” Mr. Clean said as he slapped my ass. “All fuckin’ mine.”

I closed my eyes, taking the hard pounding like a pro and jerked my cock. I looked up again, over my shoulder at Mr. Clean’s upper body, his chest hard and heaving, his hips moving fast. I could see his bald head shiny from the exertion, and an evil grin came over his face.

“You like my cock boy? Feels good in your tight little boy hole.” His grin was almost evil, and it just made him look hotter to me.

“Yeah. Fuck yeah!” I moaned. “Fuck me daddy. Give me that load.”

His grin grew at the sound of ‘daddy.’ And he gripped my hips tighter, digging his fingers into my flesh and increasing his pace. “Fuck boy. Such a sweet ass. You want daddy’s load? Huh?”

I jerked my dick harder, feeling the rising sensation as my ass took the repeated thrashing. I saw a pair of legs near my head and could see a guy jerking his cock near me. I put my free hand flat against the trunk of the tree as Mr. Clean pulled me into him deeper, relentlessly digging into my ass farther and farther.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me….” I repeated as I neared my climax. I gritted my teeth as the rush of my liquid surged through me. My ass clenched as the first wave of cum shot from my dick, making Mr. Clean growl in delight as my tunnel closed around him. His fingers dug into me further as he growled louder and slammed into me hard, forcing me forward into the tree as more cum erupted from my cock.

“Here you go boy! Take my fuckin’ load!” He growled, shoving his cock deep and holding himself up on his toes as he buried his seed into me. He shuddered a bit and then slammed into me again as I continued to jerk my cock. I could feel him unloading into me as the sounds of two other guys reaching their own conclusions filled the space around us. The one closest to me grunted and I saw his white seed shoot out near my head and land on the grass below us. When he was finished, he simply stepped back and disappeared from my view as Mr. Clean leaned over my body, his heavy muscled chest resting on me, his mouth at my ear.

He pulled me up and slipped out of me, spinning me around to kiss me full on, making me stagger backwards against the same tree I was just holding onto. My legs were tied at the ankles practically by my jeans, but I managed to turn around to find his body pressing into me. He didn’t let up on the kiss, hungrily sucking my tongue back as he pushed his cock against me. It still felt hard, as if he wanted more. I don’t know how long we kissed, but I was enamoured, completely engrossed in the feeling of having another older man all over me.

When we broke free, I could see the other two guys had disappeared, leaving us alone in the woods.

“Yeah boy. So fuckin’ hot. I could fuck you again right now.” He grumbled into my mouth as he started to kiss me again. I felt his hand slide down between my legs, fingering my hole leaking his own cum. And then he tried to lift a leg, but with my jeans still around my ankles it wasn’t working.

I stepped out of a shoe and pulled my leg up, freeing myself from the twisted jeans and he growled, moving between my legs and fishing around with his still thick cock for my hole. For a man in his fifties he was acting like a teenager.

I felt his cock again, and before I could protest he was sliding back into me. “Fuck!” I said with a gasp as my still gaping and well fucked ass welcomed him back in. My leg was hanging over his big bicep, his mouth still on mine locked in a deep kiss as he thrust upwards into me, pumping his dick into me as my back scratched against the tree behind me.

It was not the most comfortable position, but it allowed me to look at this man, face to face. He was hot, no question. He was older than me which I loved. He was built, the feeling of his pecs now in my hands as he desperately fucked me for a second time. My ass was relishing this second pounding, opening up for him once again, his cock moving more deliberately in me with his body pressed up against mine.

“I’d fuck this ass every day.” He groaned at me. “I’d bend you over a bench and drill you. I’d rape this ass in the shower at the gym.” His voice was barely a whisper and I was already feeling the need to cum again with him inside me.

I grabbed his neck and lifted myself up a bit. He got the hint and grabbed my ass with both hands, lifting me off the ground and into his arms. He leaned back as I did, fucking me like a powerhouse in mid-air, my ass slamming down on his legs as I hung on to him.

“Fuck yes!” I hissed, feeling him hitting that spot in me. I wanted to jerk my cock so badly but I was afraid to let go. I could see his neck thicken, the muscles of his shoulders taught as he held me in those big arms. I looked down briefly to see the veins in his arms popping out and the determined look on his face as he neared his second orgasm.

“What a hot fuckin’ boy you are!” He groaned and bounced me harder on his dick. He was a mighty man, and he was certainly proving it.

I turned into a rag doll, enjoying the feeling of being used like this by such a big man again. I felt like a slut again, getting banged by a stranger in the woods. And it turned me on beyond belief.

When I saw his face grimace, and heard the growls, my own juices flowed on their own and cum spilled from my dick as he unleashed another round of hot seed into me. My back hit the tree as he growled out another one, pressing me hard into it, the bark scratching me as he bred me again.

I leaned into him, just to get my back off the rough surface behind me, hugging him tightly, feeling those big muscles against mine. I could feel the sweat on us mixed with the cool night air. I looked down to see his eyes looking up at me. And then I was kissing him again as he held me in his arms.

He gave me a quick peck on the cheek and lifted me up and off his cock and set me down, grabbing his jeans and pulling them up quickly, looking around suddenly as if he remembered we were outside. “Fuckin’ hot ass boy.” He said quietly, looking around for his shirt as I untwisted my jeans and stepped into them, searching for my other shoe.

As we adjusted ourselves we said nothing, but I couldn’t stop looking at him. He was dressed first, and then just stood there watching me. As soon as I was done, he moved towards me, bringing my body into his again, resting his hands on my covered ass. I could smell him, a very manly musky scent of sweat mixed with cologne. He smelled like a man. A man that had just fucked someone. And I loved it.

He just held me like that for a moment, looking down at me, his goatee wide with his grin. “Seriously. You are one fuckin’ hot ass.”

“I’m Brian.” I said simply.

“Steve.” He said, smiling at me with his perfect looking teeth. But I froze.

I hated that name Steve. Steve was the name of my baseball coach, the first man to lure me in. The first man to seduce me. The first man to rape me.

“I’d love to fuck this ass everyday boy.” He said, squeezing my cheeks through my jeans.

My smile faded as I looked up at him, looking into that hot looking weathered face of his. He was attractive, but I couldn’t bear to call him Steve. “As long as I can call you Dad when you do.”

His growl said it all, and before I knew it, he was kissing me again.