Stephen's Saga

I woke up and rolled out of bed as my alarm went off in the morning, rubbing my eyes and shaking the sleepiness off.  I went to the bathroom to start my morning routine.  I turned the shower on and stepped inside, as I was already naked from sleeping in the buff.  I stand six feet tall and weigh about 150 pounds.  I have an athletic build with well defined muscle tone.  I have a nice even skin tone and am fairly tan. 

Standing in the steamy water, I shampooed my medium length dark brown hair, rinsed and conditioned it.  I reached for the bar of soap and lathered it between my hands.  I ran my soapy hands across my broad muscular shoulders first, then down my toned arms, which are covered in a fair amount of light brown hair.  My hands passed across my muscular pecs, which are mainly hairless and have a couple large nipples topping them off, and down to my six-pack abs that I have worked very hard in the gym to attain.  I have a nice treasure trail of fairly dark brown hair that I lathered up before running my fingers over my v-lines and around to my large, round, beefy bubble butt.  I soaped up my two large globes of ass cheek and ran my fingers between them, washing my ass crack, which was full of the same brown hair that graced my stomach.  My hands travelled down my thick thighs, which were also covered in blond hair that became a darker brown past the knee to my large calves.  I washed my feet and ran my hands back up my inner thighs to my pride and joy; my manhood; my penis. 

My cock was standing semi-erect from my morning wood and from rubbing all over my body in the shower.  Not even fully hard, it was an impressive size.  My large bull balls hung under it, lower than usual from the hot water.  My balls were covered in a light amount of blond hair and my cock sat in a trimmed bush of brown pubes.  I lathered my pubic hair and played with my balls a little.  I stroked my cock some, which caused it to grow to full size.  Now it stood at it’s erect length – nine inches long and about as girthy as a toilet paper tube.  I admired my own cock, which no amount of time in the gym could change.  I just had the luck of good genes I guess.  I had a nice prominent vein that ran across the top of my cock and branched off, wrapping around my shaft, and I had a pink cock head that tapered down to my piss slit.  Without time to jerk off, I rinsed the suds off my body, stepped out of the shower onto the cold tile floor and toweled off.  I finished getting ready.  I brushed my teeth, styled my hair, trimmed the scruff that grew across my face, and went back to my bedroom to get dressed.

I dressed myself and went downstairs to grab some breakfast.  I cooked myself an egg and some toast, and I scarfed it down as I was late for class.  I grabbed my backpack and keys and headed out the door.  I arrived to school in good time and made it to class before the bell.  I am a senior at Pine Hill High School.  In my first period class, calculus, we were taking a test.  I wrote my name at the top of the paper, Stephen Anderson, and began the test.  I finished it quickly as I was breezing through the class, and sat there for the rest of the period waiting on everyone else, most of whom seemed to be struggling.

I looked around the room at all my classmates.  One girl, Addison, who had also finished her test, was staring at me with a look of romance in her eyes.  I had known about her crush on me for some time, but add her to the list of girls who had a thing for me.  Not to brag at all, but as one of the most attractive, smart, and athletic men at this school, I had a lot of girls crushing on me.  I indulged some of them on occasion.  Most of them were amateurs, with limited sexual experience, especially with a piece of meat as big as mine, but I looked over at Nina, who, for example, I had let give me a blowjob just last week in my car during lunch.  I could tell it wasn’t her first time giving head in the backseat of a parked car.

I have had encounters with many of the girls in this school, and some of the guys too.  I have only ever fucked girls, but I was not opposed to letting some of the guys suck me off sometimes.  I was basically gawked at in the locker room as a muscular stud with a big cock, and I don’t blame the other guys for wanting to check me out.  I don’t even think that it makes them gay.  The ones who would get down on their knees and suck me off behind the bleachers, though, most definitely were.  I may seem a little cocky, walking around here like I own the place, but my confidence comes from a rough past that I rarely get into, but I have built my own personal emotional support system after the accident.

When I was four years old, my father left us.  I barely remember him.  Due to this, I looked up to my older brother as a father figure.  I idolized him as he became the father figure of our family.  My father’s leaving caused me to feel some worthlessness and gave me the feeling that I wasn’t wanted or good enough throughout the years, but it was always controlled and never got too bad.  Besides, I was only four, I barely even remember my father.  The major issue occurred just last year.

Last winter, my mom was killed in a head on collision with a truck driver who was texting while driving. Left with no guardian, my older brother came to town from Chicago to be my caretaker, but it was difficult for him with work and his wife and baby back home, so once I turned eighteen, which was only after a few months, he had to return to Chicago and leave me to fend for myself.  I received little from the government as help, and the money my mom had saved was helpful, but not anything to sustain myself on.  I worked a lot to support myself and now toward the end of my senior year, I am struggling to find options in my affordability to further my education and an eventual career.

After coming out of my depression caused by the accident and the stress, which left me feeling even more worthless and incapable of anything than before, I built up my emotional self to realize the worth I have and that is why my confidence can come off as cocky.  It was saddening to unbury those memories which had come up as I zoned out during class, but I was brought back into the real world by the bell.  I packed up my things and went to my next class, pushing those memories back down.

The rest of my school day was pretty dull.  A lot of boring lectures and note-taking and work.  Even gym, which was always my favorite class, wasn’t very fun because Evan wasn’t there.  Evan was a junior and was a total twink.  He was a little cock whore too and he worshipped my body whenever I let him.  It’s always fun to look across the gym and see him checking me out, adjusting his bulge.  Sometimes I’d give him a little wink and that would really make him throb.  But he wasn’t there so even gym, my favorite part of the school day, was pretty boring.

After school I headed to work.  I work at a local coffee shop in town.  I’ve worked there for three years now and my coworkers are some of my best friends.  They were really supportive throughout my rough spot as well.  I put on my apron and clocked in.  Work really brightened my mood, as my friend Hayley was working as well.  She was one of the few people that truly knew me very well, and understood me for who I really am.  We tell each other everything, it’s that close a friendship.  We have never been romantic, as I see her more like a sister than just a friend.  I don’t see us ever becoming more than just great friends.  We chatted about our days as we made drinks. 

We like to check out the attractive customers and Hayley saw someone walking in and pointed him out to me.  The man walking through the door was about 30-something, with black hair that he kept clean and tight.  His jaw was covered in a thick beard.  He had piercing blue-grey eyes.  I then noticed the grey business suit he was wearing and how nice and expensive it looked.  He looked muscular under it, as he seemed to fill it out nicely.  I glanced down at his crotch to see if there was a bulge, and I could see a lump in his pants, which shifted with every step he took.  I usually went for younger, twinky guys, but his attractiveness had me mesmerized.  I went to the computer at the counter to take his order. 

“Hi, welcome! What can I get started for you?” I asked in a cheerful voice.

“I’ll just get an iced coffee, black,” he said as he looked at me with his intense eyes and a winning smile as he ordered his drink.  I smiled back as I punched in the order to the computer.

“All right, that’ll be $3.69, and what’s the name for the order?” I asked, mainly because I had to, but I was also curious who this guy was.

“It’s Aaron, thanks kid,” he answered as he paid for the drink before going to the other side of the bar to wait for his drink.

Aaron, what a simple name for a man that seemed so intriguing and complex.  I noticed him looking up in the direction of the bar quite often as I worked, and he had a bit of a smirk on his face.  I really didn’t think anything of it, other than he was just in a good mood.  Hayley finished his drink and handed it to him.  He thanked her and left.  I stared at his ass as he walked out the door.  It was practically bursting out of his suitpants, ready to burst through the seam that went down his ass crack. His ass looked even larger than mine, which was very impressive, and I got a little hard checking him out.

***

That night, after work, I went home for the evening.  I did some homework which didn’t take long.  I then cooked myself some dinner and decided to watch some TV.  I flopped down on the couch and channel surfed for a while.  I stripped to my underwear because living alone it’s a luxury I can indulge on and because I get uncomfortable with those clothes wrapped around me sometimes.  Like I mentioned before, I sleep naked for the same reason.  Nothing good was on TV so I got on my laptop.  I messed around on it for a while before falling on some trusty internet porn.  I whipped my cock out, went to my favorite sites and looked for some straight porn but nothing really grabbed my attention so I shifted to gay porn. 

It took me a while to find a good video but I landed on one that caught my eye.  It was one where the scene was a business office and the boss was a big muscular man and he fucked a twink intern really rough.  I watched for a while and started jerking my cock.  The more I watched, the more I thought about how much the boss reminded me of Aaron, the guy I saw earlier at work.  The suit, the muscles, the beard.  Pretty soon I was just imagining Aaron fucking that twink himself.  As I watched the video, I continued jerking my cock and bringing myself to the edge, then backing off.  Edging always made me produce a lot of precum, which I used as lube as I continued jerking off.  I watched the men fuck for about 30 minutes until the boss pulled his cock out of the twink’s ass and turned him around to face his crotch before shooting his load all over the boy’s face, covering him in cum.

I shot my load simultaneously as I watched this, cum erupting out of my cock head, shooting over my shoulder onto the couch and then all over my chest.  It was a heavier load than I think I had ever shot before.  One shot hit my lip and I licked the cum off myself.  I had never tasted cum but I was intrigued by it so I scooped up some more that was running down between my pecs and slurped it up as well.  I always made my hookups swallow for me and I wondered if all the bitches that had sucked me off enjoyed my cum as much as I now was for the first time.

I got up and rinsed off in the shower, wondering why I had cum so much.  I didn’t edge for very long and the video wasn’t anything super special.  It dawned on me that by the end of the video, though, I wasn’t even really watching the top; I was just imagining that man Aaron fucking the twink’s ass.  He really was a sexy guy; the first man I had ever actually found stunningly attractive.  I couldn’t get him off my mind that evening and as I laid in bed that night, I drifted off to sleep with the image of Aaron’s huge ass in those suit pants walking away from me.