Can't Fight the Feeling

Becoming Insatiable

It was almost 2am when I left Ian’s that Saturday night. My ass was actually sore from the multiple poundings he gave me. From that first kiss, to getting a third load out of him, I was feeling like a used little fuck toy as I made my way back to my house. And I was smiling at how much I loved it. 

Allie knew where I was, which was part of the beauty of this. She knew I was hanging out with a new friend down the road, and knew I would be late. What she didn’t know was what I went over there for. 

Ian proved to be the insatiable top man. He fucked like a teenager, like he had been saving up his load for days to spill it into me over three hard and rough sessions. The first was rough enough, with him moving me into various positions. The second was almost accidental as we lay there naked sort of wrapped in each other in a quiet way. He had just sort of lifted my one leg and rammed his big dick back inside me and fucked me sideways, blowing a second load in me as he stared at me. 

Then he was up, walking around naked, showing off that amazingly fit athletic body for me, getting us more to drink. I felt so comfortable with him, so free, laying in his bed, admiring every inch of him. He looked completely smooth from far away, which only amplified his muscular physique. I kept staring at him, lusting after his flesh, wishing he would just come and kiss me again. But he only got passionate when he was into it. So, when I saw his dick hardening after an hour of hanging around his bedroom naked, I knew round three was coming and I was going to make it last. 

Ian fucked me all over his bedroom, lasting for a good hour and showing me just how hard he could fuck. It wasn’t until we were both a sweaty mess did his mouth find mine again, and he came inside me as we kissed. I was on the hardwood floor, at the foot of his bed, his big body on top of me as he grunted out that last load, grabbing my dick when he finished and jerking me off as his cock stayed inside me. I felt his sweaty abs and pecs as I shook out my load, a much smaller one that the one I had released earlier. And before it ran down my chest, Ian pulled me up and we headed to the shower. 

I kept wanting to kiss him, but the shower was more like two guys sort of washing each other tentatively than two lovers relishing each other’s bodies. Ian turned more into a buddy than anything, not coming too close, rubbing soap on my back with a harder touch than a soft loving one.  

And when I left, I reached up to kiss him and he let me. But there was no return really. 

I wasn’t too surprised when I didn’t hear from him for a while. But after two weeks I was starting to wonder. 

We had exchanged numbers, giving each other our cell phone ones so that we could call discreetly. The Monday after the two week mark, I took a chance and called him. I caught him at work, which was okay as I was also at work. He was jovial enough, glad to hear from me, and even lowered his voice to say what an amazing time he had with me. But when I asked when we could get together again, he wasn’t sure. Even though he left the conversation with the promise it would be soon, I was doubtful. 

As I put the piece of paper with his name and number back into my wallet, I found the other piece of paper with another number. Bill’s. The bald headed muscled guy with the smaller partner that I had met a little while ago, when his partner had gotten so stoned he disappeared and left Bill and I alone. Bill had given me his number, and asked if we could hook up just us again. I was tempted, wondering what it would be like to mess around with a gay guy who had a partner. I could reason with myself on cheating on my wife, getting something she couldn’t give me. But another guy, cheating on another guy was odd to me. Because he could get cock at home… 

I sort of laughed, thinking about my morals at this moment as I hung up with Ian, another married guy like me. Here I was, contemplating phoning Bill because my secret closeted lover couldn’t meet up with me soon enough. I was turning into a real whore. But I couldn’t help it. 

Bill’s deep voice answered on the second ring as if he was waiting for his phone to ring. “This is Bill.” He said gruffly and rather abruptly. 

“Hey Bill…it’s Brian. Not sure if you remember me, but you gave me your number after I had, uh…come over one night…” 

Bill’s voice went quieter. “Holy fuck it’s about time you called me you hot little fucker.” He sounded sexy, and sincere at the same time as his deep voice purred through my ears. 

I gave a little chuckle. “Yeah, I know. Been busy.” 

“Well, are you busy right now?” 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.

“I’m at work.” I said, feeling my cock stir, knowing he was at work too as this was the number he had given me. 

“Can you get away? Like, now?” 

I checked the clock and knew that I could easily leave. And Bill’s deep voice was just the sound I needed to egg me on. “Maybe. Why?” 

“Why do you think?” I could hear his evil grin through the phone. “Besides, you called me. I’m guessing it’s for the same thing I’m thinking about right now.” 

I heard my breath catch in my throat. Bill wasn’t a time waster or a bullshitter. No excuses.  

“My place is empty. Ken’s at work for another couple hours. How fast can you make it there?” 

“A half hour?” I questioned out loud, trying to remember where it was and how far it was from my work. 

“You want me to fuck you?” He said it so quietly it was almost a whisper. I pictured his bald handsome head leaning into the phone at the phantom place he worked. I wondered if he had his hand on his crotch like I did right now. 

“I’d love that.” I breathed back into the phone. 

“Then get that hot little ass to my place and I’ll meet you there you little stud.” 

“Okay.” I heard myself saying without thinking.  

“You’re gonna get it now.” He gave a little grunt into the phone. “You know the address still?” 

I rhymed it off as I had written on the same piece of paper as his phone number and he confirmed. 

“Just come right in. I’ll be ready for you.” He hung up without any lame goodbyes, making me sit up straight. Now THIS was what I needed: call a guy and get instant hook ups. 

I jumped up from my chair and raced around the office, packing up my stuff. I moved swiftly down the hall, explaining to my boss that I needed to leave suddenly because my wife needed me, something about my son, which was met with a swift dismissal and a go ahead. And just like that I was at my car, flying out of the parking lot to meet up with an attached gay guy. Oh the things my cock was making me do. 

In 32 minutes, I was parked across the street from Ken and Bill’s place, which looked much different in the daytime than I remembered that late night when I first met them. I hurried across the street, my cock already bulging in my pants as I followed the driveway up to the side door where I had met Ken smoking a joint the first time. I hesitated, almost knocking but remembered Bill’s voice from the phone telling me to come right in. 

I opened the door and I heard his deep voice around the corner. “Get in here.”  

I kicked off my shoes and went up the few stairs to the main floor, looking sideways at the stairs to their basement where I followed Ken the last time. I had a flash of their sling, and Bill standing over me fucking me in it. 

I rounded the corner to see their kitchen, and Bill sitting at their small dining table in a chair, facing the entrance, naked. His big legs were spread a bit, his lightly blonde-haired chest puffed out, creating a nice v-shape to his trim waist. And in between his legs, his 8 inch cock, hard, being stroked by his right hand as his handsome face grinned at me. 

“Told you I’d be ready.” He stood up suddenly and moved to me fast, all 6’4” of his muscled figure moving so swiftly. Those big hands of his grabbed my face and he bent down to me to kiss me. All those feelings from the first time, all the sensations of being kissed by a man who KNOWS how to kiss washed over me. I breathed in deeply, grabbing his thick wrists and letting our mouths do their work. My eyes closed instinctively, and I felt his naked body rub against my clothes.  

His hands moved over me as I clung on to him, grabbing that hard ass I remembered so well and felt his erection against my dress shirt. His hands went to my ass, covering it easily in his large paws as our tongues continued to dance. I could have stood in his kitchen and kissed him all afternoon. But he had other plans. As did I. 

He walked me slowly backwards until I bumped against the kitchen cabinets and he pulled away from my lips just a few inches to look at me. “I’m so glad you called.” He said briefly, before he lightly kissed me again. “I’ve jerked off to the thought of you so many times…” he whispered, sucking on my bottom lip, his eyes so close to mine, peering into me. “So…tell me why you called me…” 

I felt my heart pounding as my hands glided over his amazingly hard body. He was tall, like Joe, but more trimmed in a muscular way. He wasn’t beefy or bulky, but stacked and lean. He was hard from head to toe, and the soft blonde hairs on his chest felt like fur under my fingers.  

“…did you miss me too?” His voice was so seductive, teasing me with his lips in between his words. 

“Yes.” I moaned. “I wanted you again.”  

“Yeah?” His lips moved to the side of my neck and up to my ears, sending shivers through my spine as he pressed his naked body into me. “Missed my big cock?”  

“Yes.” I breathed out again as he ever so lightly edged me downward. I didn’t protest, simply slunk down to my knees, staring at his flesh along the way until I was face to face with his throbbing meat. I grabbed it with one hand, trying to fit my fingers around it and opened my mouth, taking him in, hearing a satisfactory groan above me. My nose went right to his blonde pubes and his hands held me there for a moment, his cock at the back of my throat and hitting my gag reflex. I choked and moved back with a loud gasp, but stroked it once before moving back down on it. 

Bill’s hands went to the counter as he stood over me, letting me feast on his cock briefly before he hoisted me up by the arms and kissed me again, taking my breath away in a deep one. Then the spun me around, and I put my hands on the counter as he reached around and undid my belt and pants, peeling them off my round ass teasingly.  

His mouth was at my bare ass the second it was exposed, my pants falling to my ankles. “There’s that hot little jock ass….” He mumbled, lightly kissing each cheek, his big hands moving up and down my strong legs as his mouth moved around me. And then he pulled my jock butt apart and his tongue was at my hole.  

“Oh my God!” I moaned, leaning forward a bit as his mouth covered me with spit, his tongue darting in and out of me, opening me up. 

He grunted, spitting into my spread open cheeks. “FUCK!” He yelled loudly. “You taste so fuckin’ good!” He shoved his face back into me and then stood up behind me. I could feel his cock between my legs as his hands moved up under my shirt, his mouth at the side of my face again by my ear. “You want me to fuck you again?” 

His voice was so smooth I felt like I was in a trance. “Yes please.” I moaned out as he moved his hips against me, rubbing his pulsing cock between me. His mouth found my neck as his hands felt my pecs under my shirt.  

“You want me to breed you this time?” He was whispering, talking to me in between light kisses on my neck. I was almost shaking in anticipation as I felt his hips move backwards, and his cock was now rubbing in between my cheeks, rubbing against my spit lubed hole. 

“Yes.” I moaned again, turning my head sideways. 

“Want me to dump my load in you and send you home to your little wife?”  

I groaned at that and bent over more, exposing more of my ass. Bill hesitated, feeling the tip of his cock reaching that warm spot in me. I could feel him adjusting, moving his hips sideways as he pressed into me, letting his cock find the way as his hands gripped my hard chest. His fingers were fondling my nipples as the head of his cock pressed forward, and his lips found mine in a neck craning kiss. 

And in one purposeful shove, he split me wide open and slid into me, making me moan directly into his  mouth.  

He held me in place with his hands and his body, all 6’4” of him pinning me against the counter. I couldn’t move, my legs practically together with my pants around my ankles and his bare giant legs around me. He was balls deep, and not moving, letting me adjust to the sudden invasion as he continued to kiss me, trying to take my mind off the large piece of meat now stuffed into me. I found his one hand on the counter and squeezed it in mine, his fingers seemingly so large compared to mine now linked with mine. His other hand held my head sideways as we kissed, and I could feel his cock twitch inside my ass as we both tried not to move. 

With the hand he was holding mine, he wrapped it around my waist, my fingers still laced with his, as his other hand released my face and it slid down to my neck, making a strong grip around my throat, forcing my head forward as his mouth moved to my ear again. 

“Tell me you want me.” He breathed into me as he shifted, causing a wave of pleasure to run through me as his dick moved inside me. 

I grunted out a big breath and gripped the edge of the counter with my free hand as he lifted my chin upwards. “I want you!” 

He moved back slowly and then shoved his dick into me hard and held himself still again, making me grunt with the movement. Then he did it again, moving slowly backwards and then forwards with one hard shove. I grunted again, banging into the counter as he held me tight.  

He fucked me like this for a bit, holding my neck just tight enough, my hand trapped in his around my own waist, his slow deliberate thrusts making me groan with each one. I was so turned on I could have shot my load at any moment.  

Then he picked up the pace, moving so passionately and purposefully, fucking me with a steady rhythm as his hands remained in place. He felt amazing, so big and powerful, so thick in me. I was arched slightly, my head back making my ass stick out more, giving him a direct access to deep within me. I had never been fucked like this before, so deep and half dressed in a kitchen. I was powerless, and it was driving me wild.  

“Oh my God fuck me!” I begged. His mouth was at my neck as soon as the words were out, making me squeal in pleasure even more. “Oh yes, fuck me!”  

“You can have it anytime. I’d fuck your hot ass every day if you want.” He licked my ear, picking up the pace even more, the sounds of his bare flesh smacking against me now filling the kitchen. “Fill you up with my cum and send you home to your WIFE!” He growled as he stood up taller, letting go of my hand and gripping my neck now with both hands. He held my face forward and really started to pound me as I grabbed the counter with both hands and took it. 

I felt the cum rising in me as he grunted with me, and I knew he was hitting all the right spots. 

“I’m gonna cum!” I yelled through gritted teeth, his grip on my neck tightening slightly. “Fuck me!” 

“Yeah I’ll fuck it right out of you boy!” He was turning into a gruff monster behind me. I couldn’t see him, but just closed my eyes and pictured that perfectly muscled body, that big cock ramming into me and I gripped the edges of the counter as I felt my body tighten, and then start to convulse.  

“Oh my God…!” I started to say as it unleashed, spurting from my dick and splashing the counter in front of me in waves of orgasmic pleasure. Bill hung onto my neck and kept pounding me hard, oblivious to the mess I was making against his cupboards, just kept pounding my ass harder and harder. 

And just as I felt his hands tighten around my neck, and the feeling of dizziness took over, my head drooped a bit and then his fingers released, and a sudden lightheadedness came over me as I heard his grunts grow behind me.  

“Fuckin’ take it boy!” He yelled and his big hands gripped my waist and he slammed into me so hard I was pushed against the counter roughly. He spasmed behind me, his fingers digging into my skin, he spasmed again and let his load flood my ass, bucking into me a few more times, making sure his load was embedded in me. 

And then, in a flash of bare skin, he pulled out and spun me around, lifting me up and sitting me on the counter, lifting my legs still tied together by my pants upwards. He ducked under them, pushing them slightly sideways and reinserted his cock back into my open hole, making me gasp in shock, his mouth covering mine as he rammed back in. 

I grunted through the motion, kissing him with such fury and intensity I was practically scratching his solid back with my fingers. He moved slightly with his hips, giving me a little rotation to make me feel how hard his cock still was, slowly sort of fucking me while we kissed, my legs locked by my pants over his one shoulder.  

And then he stopped kissing me for a moment and moved inches from my face. Our noses were still touching, but his eyes were open wide, staring into mine.  

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on.” He whispered, lifting his chin a bit and giving me a little peck on the end of my nose. His cock flexed, making me grunt a little as I clung on to his traps, feeling them shift under my fingers. His hands were under my ass now, his thick fingers clutching my glutes and almost lifting me off the counter. I could feel his breath on the side of my face, and we stared at each other as if we were lost in thought. “Where were you ten years ago?” 

I caught my breath for a moment, remembering ten years ago. Just before I met Joe. 

Before any more thoughts entered my head, Bill kissed me again, making me close my eyes as he expertly made out with me. I felt his cock pulse once in me, and I wondered if he was going to keep fucking me, but instead, he slowly and gingerly started to back up, pulling his long shaft out of my ass and moving my legs downwards as he stepped back. 

I took in his naked body, so tall and ripped, so muscular and lean. He was definitely quite the sight. As I moved tenderly off the counter, trying to avoid stepping in any of the wet spots, I wished I had had more of a visual experience in staring at his body this time around.  

As I watched his fine ass flex as he grabbed paper towels to wipe up the cupboards, I thought, next time. He glanced up at me with a grin, and I knew he was thinking about the next time too.