Can't Fight the Feeling

Goin' All Out

I was nervous as hell as Saturday night approached. I hadn’t touched my dick in three days, saving a massive load for my night ahead at Ian’s. I hadn’t stopped thinking about him, that movie star face, those blue eyes, that big blonde muscled body. He was drop dead gorgeous with a hunky body to make anyone cream their pants. And he was all mine for the moment. 

I did jerk off the night he left me with his cum dripping from my ass after a sneaky fuck in my backyard shed. I had wanted more and needed the release. I went back into the shed right after I watched his muscled calves and hot round ass walking away from me down the sidewalk. I could still smell him in there, a mix of his cologne and our sweat. I could smell his semen, an intoxicating mix as I leaned against the wall that he had just drilled my ass against. I pulled out my 8 inches, still thick and raring to explode and jerked off into a rag, moaning like a little bitch, picturing him completely naked. 

And as I drove over to his place the following Saturday night and pulled up on the street in front of his house, this was my chance to see this former athlete in all his glory. Nude. Alone. Unrushed. 

The garage was down, so I slowly walked to the front door. I suddenly panicked, thinking that maybe I shouldn’t ring the doorbell in case his family was home after all. But I took a deep breath and remembered that we were sort of friends, and this didn’t have to be construed as something irregular. I was another guy after all, ringing a doorbell. Not like I was doing it with my dick. 

I heard thumping footsteps approaching and the door opened fast to reveal Ian, dressed in gym shorts and a black tee. I noticed he was barefoot and stared down first at his big smooth feet before meeting his smiling face. 

“You made it.” He said and stepped back, letting me come inside. “Come on in buddy.”

I walked in letting the smell of his home fill my nostrils. Most of the lights were off, but his place was tastefully decorated and tidy. I kicked off my flip flops and stared down at his feet once again. Perfectly trimmed and wide, they looked like a set I’d be all over.  

Ian walked down the hallway, turning to look back at me. “You want anything to drink?” He caught me checking out his ass in his shorts, which was heavenly, and gave me a shy grin. I shoved my hands in my pockets to hide my already growing package. My heart was racing. 

“Ah…?” I started to say with a shrug. 

“We have all night. I just poured myself a scotch if you want one?” He rounded the corner into his large kitchen and there was a whiskey glass with a little bit of scotch remaining. Without waiting, he produced another glass and pulled the bottle he was drinking up from the cupboard below. “Johnnie Walker?” 

I could see the “Red Label” line and shrugged. “Sure.” 

He poured some into the glass and topped his off and went for the ice and dropped a few in each and brought it over to me. Our fingers touched as I took the glass and felt the electricity shock me with just that connection. His small blue eyes peered down at me as he took a step closer and clinked his glass with mine. 

“Let’s relax tonight and have a wild time.” He said with a wink and took a gulp of his bronze-coloured liquid. I watched those lips open up, watched his adam’s apple as he swallowed as I took a drink. It was strong, but definitely what I needed to settle my nerves.  

We drank, talking awkwardly for a moment as both of us tried to seemingly relax. Ian poured us another round, and by the time I finished the second glass, I was feeling quite calm and ready for him. I was surprised at how nervous we both were, our eyes darting all over each other. I noticed Ian really checking me out the more I drank, his eyes looking at my muscular legs, my chest, and even my hands as I played with the glass. Likewise, I couldn’t stop staring at his arms, or his legs and feet. He seemed so tall compared to me, so much bigger than my lean muscular frame. So when he finally came around to me and took my glass from my hand I was frozen to my spot. 

“I think we’re ready.” He said quietly, standing directly in front of me. I could see the outline of his big cock sideways in his shorts. He looked down at my own bulge and gave a little grin. “Or at least the scotch got us both hard.” 

I let out a little air and swallowed, looking up at that square jaw. He was completely clean shaven, his blonde features making him look so clean cut and smooth I wanted to lick his face. He looked down at me and his face relaxed, and I thought for a moment he was going to kiss me. 

But then he stepped back and tilted his head back to the stairs we passed on our way to the kitchen. “Wanna go upstairs?” 

My heart was pounding in my chest and my cock was answering for me. “Fuck yeah.” I said without thinking, causing him to snort a bit and give me that hot smile of his. He turned and started to slowly walk ahead of me, and my eyes fell to that perfect bubbled ass. 

As he started up the stairs my eyes watched each muscle in the back of his leg, watched those perfect feet as he stepped on each stair. It was hard to keep my hands off him, when all I wanted to do was reach out and touch his perfect body. He reached the top and I could see he had a hand on his crotch, tugging at it. He was at full mast and he could hardly hide it anymore. 

I followed him around the corner at the top of the stairs, ignoring the other closed bedroom doors with his kids’ names on the outside and found myself behind him in the master bedroom. The bed was pulled down, the large thick duvet at the foot of the bed. A few towels were laid out across it, and I could see a bottle of lube on the one side table.  

Ian was all ready for me. 

He stopped in the middle of the room with his hand still on his bulge and looked seriously at me. “You okay?” 

I nodded. “Yeah. You?” 

He nodded and stood still, letting me come towards him. I was staring at his face as I approached, his blue eyes watching me carefully as I stepped right up to him. His hand went right to my crotch and grabbed my bulge as I did the same, both of us feeling each other’s hardons. We both let out a little release of air as we touched each other and stared down at our bulges.  

We were both watching our own hands massaging our covered dicks, feeling how hard they were in our shorts. My mouth was hanging open and I was breathing through it, enjoying the feeling of him, knowing his cock was practically identical to mine. I looked up to see him looking at my crotch. But this time when his eyes locked with mine, he didn’t look away. His mouth was hanging open a bit too. And those lips were calling to me. 

I lifted my chin and stretched my face towards his and he didn’t move. I stopped as I got close, my lips inches from his. I could feel his breath on me as he continued to tug at my cock. But he didn’t pull away. I licked my lips, and I saw him do the same.  

And then so tentatively, I brought my lips to his and gave him a small kiss.  

Ian remained stock still and let me kiss him lightly. He didn’t return the kiss, just sort of took it. His breathing increased a little, and I felt his warm breath on me. So I did it again.  

This time I felt his lips close around mine, and there was a brief feeling of his lips on mine. I looked into his eyes and he was staring right back into mine. I kissed him again, and held my lips over his bottom lip, giving it a little more pressure with each attempt. He didn’t wrench away as I feared he might, but instead returned a little of the pressure. 

And then he opened his mouth wider, and I felt his tongue dance lightly over my lips. A hand came to the back of my neck and he held me as he breathed in and took my lips into his. I met his tongue with mine, and the feeling of this first kiss washed over me as he full on kissed me back. My body was pulled into his, the feeling of our hard cocks now pressing against each other as our tongues searched each other’s mouths. Sounds emerged from him, and he let himself go, kissing me with full on passion as we groaned in each other’s mouths. 

Then he pulled my head back and looked at me. “Wow.” He said simply. “I’ve never kissed a guy before.” The slight smile said it all, and he dove in for more much to my pleasure. 

Ian kissed like a demon, full on, deep, hard. He really got into it and it turned me on beyond belief. Whether it was the scotch, or the way he kissed, I too became unleashed. 

I pulled at his shorts, shoving them down those hard legs and freeing his cock. It bounced out and up, slapping his abs with the force of me pulling it free. I dropped to my knees and came face to face with that cock that looked so much like mine. 

I grabbed the base, squeezing it hard to make him groan. He looked down at me as I peered up beyond the big hard pole in my hands and grinned at him. “I’m going to make your eyes roll back buddy.” I said before I went to town on him.  

The scotch had certainly loosened me up, letting me enjoy that tasty cock for a long time. My hands were all over his perfectly shaped nutsack, all over his muscular legs, and even grabbing his ankles as I bobbed up and down on that dick. He peeled off his shirt and stood there naked over me, grabbing my face and fucking my throat like a madman. He was getting off on watching me suck him off. 

“Don’t make me cum yet. I’m dumping this load in your ass again.” He growled at me. He was so turned on he picked me up and kissed me again, even harder and with more sounds than the first time, before pushing me back to my knees and feeding me his cock again. 

Then he pulled out, giving my face a light slap a couple of times with his dick before he turned and walked to the bed. I watched his sculpted body as he crawled onto it, sitting up and pointing to his cock, ordering me back on it. 

I didn’t hesitate, jumping onto the bed between his legs to feast some more on him. He held my head down on him, forcing me on it, making me gag at times. He seemed to enjoy this, dominating me, making me take it. Every time I looked up at him, he had this sneer on his face that made him look even hotter. Then he’d catch me looking at him, and he’d lean over and pull me in to him to kiss me. 

Things seemed to get wilder from there, as he moved off the bed quickly and pulled my shirt off, flipping me over on my back and pulling my head to the edge of the bed to shove his dick down my throat from that angle. I was staring up at that muscled chest, his face leering down at me as he stood beside his bed face fucking me, holding my chin in place. My hands were on his ass, feeling those glutes working in and out as he pumped my throat, until he pulled out and grabbed my body again. I hadn’t been that manhandled in a long time. Since my days in university with another big blonde brute. 

He moved to the other side of the bed and pulled my ankles down, reaching for my shorts and yanking them off forcefully. I was both startled and amazed at his strength and the power that he was exhibiting. I was now naked, my cock fully hard and in my hand as I stared at him standing there looking at me. 

“You are one hot guy.” He said quietly as he knelt on the bed and started to crawl up my body. I felt his legs first, then his waist at mine, until his chest was smashing down on me and his mouth was on mine. Our bodies linked together and that initial feeling of his larger naked form covering me, connecting with me, made me respond like a cat in heat. I locked my legs around his, my arms around his broad back as our mouths opened wide to swallow each other’s tongues. We rolled a bit, switching positions as we linked bodies. I was grinding my cock into him just as much as he was grinding back. And when his hands grabbed my ass, he growled loudly. 

“I need to fuck this ass again.” Ian said and rolled me onto my back, pinning my hands above my head. “You ready for this big cock?”  

I nodded, gazing at his face just above mine. He was one hot man, no question. I could feel his cock rubbing against my leg. I grinned back, letting my lips part a bit and lifted my leg around him. His cock shifted lower and started to rub at my hole as he dry humped me, still holding my hands above my head.  

“I should just tie you up and fuck you all night long.” He snarled at me, leaning down to bite my bottom lip softly. I moaned as he did it, until he silenced me with his tongue in my mouth again. “You like that idea? Be my little fuck toy?” 

I gave a little laugh, staring into those blue eyes of his. “Never been tied up.” 

“No?” His cock was at my ass and he was really digging into me now. “Might be hot to try.” He let go of one hand and licked his hand and reached below to rub his cock. I felt the head return to my hole wetter, slicker, as he gripped my wrist again. “Bet you’d like it, being tied to my bed to be used. At my mercy.” 

He was turning me on like no one before, talking about this. I couldn’t stop looking into his eyes. His voice was soothing, almost hypnotizing. I lifted my other leg and hooked the heel of my foot on his ass, spreading myself open more as the feeling of his dick teased me, trying to pry me open, begging to slide in. He stepped away for a moment and he grabbed the bottle of lube and squirted a bit onto his cock, rubbing it in and returning to the same spot.

“Yeah.” I breathed out. “I’d do that for you.” 

“Yeah? Maybe we should try that one day. You could be my little sex slave. Tie you up and just fuck the hell out of you nonstop. Make you take my dick. Fill you up with my cum. Over and over…” He said it firmly, almost threateningly as the tip of his cock found its opening. Then the stopped moving and both of us sort of gasped. “There you go.” He whispered, leaning down again to bite at my lips. “Now let me in.”  

I pushed out a bit and tried to relax as I felt the pressure. Thank God I had those drinks or else I probably would have tightened right up. Instead, I let out a long breath to calm down and I opened right up for him and felt him invading me. Our eyes were locked but I could see the grin spreading across his handsome face as he felt his dick sliding in slowly. He assisted, letting his lower half push forward, seeing me tense up and arch as he gripped my wrists tighter.  

“Such a fucking tight…little…ass….” He said as he sunk all the way in, pressing his hip bone into me. I squirmed under him, not taking my eyes off him, and relishing in the feeling when he kissed me hard again. 

And then he raised himself up, still holding my hands down on the bed, and he started to fuck me. Hard. With deep forceful thrusts. Watching me carefully as he did. Studying me. Seeing how my face reacted to each pump from his hips. When he hit a spot and I reacted, an eyebrow would raise and he would try to repeat the exact movement. It was a slow, deliberate sort of dance, fucking me like that, seeing what I liked and what I could take. Which gave him exactly what he needed when he decided to really take over. This was definitely a different Ian than I witnessed at the conservation area tossing children around the lake and laughing. This was a different Ian than the one I sucked off in his garage tenderly that first time. This was a more intense Ian than the one who nailed me in my shed suddenly just a few days ago. This was an Ian I could get into. And one I needed at this moment. 

He let go of my wrists and shoved his knees closer to my sides and spread my legs wide. He put his hands under my knees and pressed my legs down against my chest and fucked me deeper, making me moan in shock. My mouth was open as my eyes widened at how deep he was going, and I reached up to grab my own feet to steady myself. I was bent in half, and he was loving the way I looked under him. 

Then he grabbed one of my ankles and pushed me sideways, continuing to fuck me as he did. I moaned in delight at this sudden change of position and turned back to look at him plowing into me. Again, he rolled me over completely onto my stomach, and pushed my shoulders down with his hands, drilling me relentlessly. I was getting the pounding of my life and my ass was taking it.  

Then he withdrew and jumped off the bed, walking around it like a tiger back and forth studying its prey. He was panting heavily, his magnificent muscular body glistening in sweat, covering his smooth form in a shiny wetness. I watched him, remaining on the bed waiting for his next move.  

He moved to my feet and pulled me backwards. “Get on your knees.” He commanded, and I did, propping myself up on all fours. “Show me that ass.”  

I grabbed my butt with both my hands, letting my face rest against the sheets and pulled my cheeks apart, hearing him let out a long grunt. Then he stepped up on the bed, those glorious feet standing on either side of me and he inserted that thick cock back inside me, grabbed my hips and started to drill me again like a jackhammer. I let go of my ass and grabbed his feet beside me to hang on as he mercilessly drove his cock in and out of me. I started moaning with each thrust, sounding like a porn star. I hung on to his feet, feeling the veins shifting as he worked until he pulled out again and stepped down off the bed. 

I looked back at him and saw more sweat on him, making him look even sexier than before. “I don’t want to cum yet. I could do this all night.”  

I slid down on my stomach, grinding my cock onto the sheets. “I’m not going anywhere. Fuck me all night!” I groaned.  

He groaned back and came to my head and grabbed me by the hair to lift me up to kiss me again. His hand met my cheek in a loud slap as he finished kissing me and he ordered me onto my back. I flipped around hurriedly and lifted my legs up. Ian grabbed my waist and pulled me towards him, aiming his cock at me again as he stood at the side of the bed to fuck me again. 

He slid in easily, my ass now well used by him and ready for him. He pulled my legs together and put my ankles on his wide shoulders, holding my legs together tight against him, clasping his hands together. He stared at me and started to fuck me slowly, the angle of his cock pushing up inside me. I grabbed the sheets in my hands and stared back at him.  

“You are so fuckin’ hot.” I groaned. 

He grinned. “So are you. And you feel so amazing right now.” He was trying to drill me slowly, holding back. I looked down to see my cock leaking cum onto my abs with each deep thrust in me. I could feel the work up in my balls, yearning to be released. My three-day load was showing, as more and more leaked from me. If I even touched my dick, I would probably start to explode. 

Ian pulled me lower off the bed, still holding onto my legs, giving him a deeper angle, which made me groan louder. He was punching a spot that was sending me over the edge. I gripped the sheets tighter and looked at him, feeling the rising sensation in me. 

“I’m gonna fuckin’ cum!” I shouted, looking at his muscled body and hot face, feeling his cock punching my soul. I arched back and started to shake in his grasp, pushing my body even closer to his and feeling his cock drive in further. I shuddered in an orgasmic growl, and let my cock explode my saved up cum in a hands free explosion. 

“Oh fuck yeah!” Ian growled just as loud, and started to literally fuck the cum out of me, picking up his pace and pounding my ass harder than ever. He held me in place and focused on drilling me to his own completion as I writhed under him, still clutching the sheets in both my hands.  

“Yeah take my fuckin’ load buddy!” He shouted and shoved his cock so far into me I saw stars. He held it there, and then bucked quickly, breeding my ass in involuntary convulsions and vulgar grunts, until he let go of my legs, and shoved them apart to lean over me to kiss me. He grabbed my neck, pulling me up to his lips to hungrily lap at my tongue, passionately making out with me for a few minutes, until his cock slowly slipped out of me. I could feel his seed seeping from me as I held my legs open. Ian gave a little chuckle and grabbed a towel and casually wiped at his own cock first before tapping my ass with it, gingerly touching me and catching any runaway sperm. 

I lowered myself carefully, feeling my muscles relaxing as he moved to the other side and sat on the bed, watching me shift over and sit up beside him. He had a big grin on his face, and I took in the sheen of sweat over his rippling figure. He was one built man, so solid and thick, that he took my breath away just looking at him. When that handsome face turned to me and he lifted an arm up for me to sit beside him, I thought I was in heaven once again. 

“Rest up. I’m not done with you yet.” He said quietly as I leaned against him, resting my hand on his flat hard stomach. I looked at his cock, resting against his abs, at half mast. It twitched, as if it too was ready for round two. 

Ian crossed his legs, hooking his feet together at the ankles which caught my eye. I stared at them as I felt his hand move down my arm. 

“That was hot.” He said quietly, looking straight ahead as I laid beside him. “Thank you.” He suddenly said. 

I gave him a look, questioning his words. He simply shrugged.  

“I haven’t had sex like that in a very long time. And it felt fucking awesome.” 

I couldn’t agree more, I thought to myself.