A Very Short Story

Note: This story did start as a very short story, one scene, a fucking scene, which I had formed in my imagination as I was sipping my coffee and smoking a cigarette at a small rickety table in a sidewalk café. The inspiration was a super-hot guy sitting two tables away. The scene formed inside my mind as my eyes feasted on him. Later, the scene evolved into a longer story, the one you are about to read, but the title remains the same. Simon

I can feel his beard brushing against my neck, his hands around me, fondling my sensitive nipples. I arch my back onto his hairy chest, feeling his thick rod buried deep inside me. I spread my legs a little, reaching down with both hands to pull my butt cheeks further apart, to be able to take more of him into me. I cannot be satisfied until I get his entire cock inside my guts. He runs his hands from my nipples down my body to grab the inside of my thighs, getting a tighter grip on me as he grinds against my butt.

I shiver all over as I feel his wet and warm lips on the side of my neck. I mumble with lust, unaware of what words come out of my trembling mouth. His cock is throbbing inside my tunnel. Nibbling on my neck, he says in his gruff voice: “Baby, you’re so fucking tight. I love fucking your sweet ass.” He pulls out slowly, his hand grabbing my throat. I feel the sliding cock pulling my ass lips out with it. He keeps the knob just inside the ring and I squeeze around it, making him moan even louder.

Ever so slowly, he pushes back in. I groan. “Fuck me, Justin,” I manage to say as his thrusting cock massages my tunnel and my spots. Looking down at my own body, I notice my dick, sticking straight up, start to drip. I know that I will shoot soon if he keeps his slow massage-fucking. He is patient and takes his time.

Never, ever, have I been fucked like this, standing up, feet spread, butt stuck out, body held tight by strong man arms, neck and shoulders caressed and licked and bit, filling me with his love. I usually like getting fucked laying on my back with my legs wrapped around my partner’s waist, looking up at his face, watching his look of desire, rocking under his pounding. But Justin is making me experience a new kind of delight. Although my knees are getting week, I feel his strength holding me up, his cock hooking my body and supporting it, exuding masculinity .

Justin’s hairy front is plastered onto my back as he holds me with both arms. I can feel his heart beat, in rhythm with his pumping my ass. My skin is slippery with his sweat, his lips never leaving my neck. He moves in and out of me using his hips only, his whole body glued to me. The thrusts increase in tempo and in force. My tunnel stretches impossibly for his invading cock, my spots driving me crazy each time his shaft rubs on them. I am leaking like a faucet. I dare not touch myself for fear of shooting my load.

With a start, I watch Justin move one hand down my front to grab my slimed cock. At his squeeze, I scream out loud and explode. Streams of my cum shoot up in the air. Justin’s cock pulses and thickens as he buries and bites on my neck, a deep low growl indicating his explosion. I feel his jizz fill my guts and start seeping out onto the insides of my thighs. He kisses my shoulder, still holding me tight, still deep inside me, not letting go of my throbbing dick.

I go weak from the intensity of my eruption and my knees begin to buckle, as I start to slip. Justin picks me up under my arms and lays me down on my belly climbing on top of me full weight, his cock rock hard, still filling my fuck tunnel.

Justin places one hand on my nape pressing my face onto the pillow and grinds my sore hole. Then, I feel him pull out, rubbing his knob up and down my crack, spreading his cum for more lube. With a loud rumbling sound, he penetrates, my grunting buried inside the pillow. His cock pulsates inside me as he resumes the fucking, the licking, the sucking. I moan and thrash under him. He smashes my body down with his weight. He pounds me mercilessly. No more the slow gentle sliding in and out. Justin is now in full heat, coming close to his second load. He growls, his sweat covering my naked back. His cock thickens and he cums. Hard. Big. The sheet under me is wet with my own second load, hands free, as his pulsating shaft press and massage my spot, forcing the cum out of me.

I am totally spent.

As soon as Justin pulls out of me and sits on the edge of the bed, panting and sweating, I start to cry. I don’t know why. I have just had the most intense fucking in my life, twice. Justin leans over and kisses my tears away.

“You’re incredible, baby,” he says into my wet face. “I love you.”

“Love you, too, J,” I whimper like a stupid puppy, barely able to control my breathing or my tears. I try to swipe them off, fearful that Justin would think that I am a fucking little sissy boy, not realizing that my uncontrollable tears are those of intense pleasure, fulfillment, ecstasy.

“Don’t cry, babe,” he laughs, his cheeks dimples showing so sexily. I raise my head to plant a kiss on his mouth. He responds by sucking my lower lip, his hand sliding down between my thighs to rub and tease up and down. I shiver when his fingers caress my sore and wet hole.

Justin laughs some more as he straddles my chest, his knees planted on both sides, his butt inches away from my crotch. His dick is semi-hard, but he arches his back, fisting his shaft, and rubbing his cum-covered knob on my lips. I immediately open my mouth and take him down to the base. My jaws start to stretch as he thickens inside my mouth. I fight back the gag and keep my face plastered onto his crotch, his thick pubes filling my nostrils, taking in the man scent emanating from his sweating bush. My lips press hard around the base as he leans over on top of me, grabbing my head by the hair. He starts to pump, his cock increasing in length and girth as he get to full erection.

Reaching down, I stroke my own dick, also by now hard as a rock. Justin pumps into my throat, his head thrown back, exposing his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, his mouth wide open, his panting loud and throaty. Squirt after squirt hit the back of my mouth. I swallow. Hot, sticky, warm, salty semen fills my mouth and seeps out onto my chin in spite of my efforts to swallow it all. I keep sucking and he keeps squirting. I frantically bring myself to eruption, my squirts hitting his backside and dripping down onto my crotch. I can’t let go of the hot cock inside my mouth, both of my hands now grabbing the firm and fuzzy butt cheeks of my beautiful fucker.

But all good things must come to an end. Justin plops down on his back, next to me, his arm cradling my head as I snuggle into him, my whole body still on fire, experiencing the after-glow of the best ever fuck I’ve had. I place one hand on his sweaty chest, fingering his hair, fondling his nipples, as we both settle. His hand plays with my longish hair as he spreads his legs wide exposing his stunning masculine naked body, glistening with sweat, in all its glory.

Actually, I think as I press against his nakedness, this whole thing has not been in the making when we first met. Justin was out of my league, I had thought. His physique, his attitude, his entourage, all of this was outside my circle of acquaintances. It had been by chance that around a couple of months ago, we had happened to sit next to each other in the large college auditorium, listening to a note speaker on the value of Darwin’s origin of species. My thoughts, and I could surmise that his thoughts also, were totally distant from anything sexual. I have to admit that as we sat with our shoulders almost touching, that I had felt his body heat. But I had thought nothing of it.

When the speech was over and we started to collect ourselves and bring back our intellects to the mundane and routine that our eyes met. It was electric. At least on my part. The greenness of his pupils was so intense that it must have brought a deep blush onto my face cheeks, for Justin stared back and said, “Pretty intense, huh?”

I nodded, the intensity, which Justin was evidently referring to the speech, was for me an intensity of physical connection. I had to drive this sensation away from me, realizing then that with such a hunk of a guy, I stood no chance.

“Coffee?” I croaked. He responded with a smile and it was then that I noticed the dimples. They appeared when he smiled or laughed, giving his face such a sexy appeal.

We had coffee, on me, chatted, made acquaintance, swapped phone numbers, and separated. I later jerked off with his image printed into my brain, my imagination adding nakedness and hardness of cock.

It was perhaps one week later that my phone buzzed. Justin? “Coffee?” he had used my way of offering.

This time, our coffee meeting was more relaxed, more open, so to speak. I was drawn by his pure masculinity. Not that I was feminine, although my gayness was—and still is—of the bottom variety. Justin, however, emanated virile manliness, drawing me into him magnetically, inexorably. I knew then that I must have Justin. I needed to have him, on top of me, inside me, owning me, making me his possession to use. Needless to say, my masturbatory actions were enhanced now that my visual imprint was more pronounced, and my imagination more detailed.

It was the third coffee that things evolved to another level of acquaintance, a level of suppressed but evident physical attraction on both sides. Justin invited me over to his place, claiming that he made the best coffee ever. It was true. He grinded the beans and used a French press, pouring near-boiling water slowly over the ground beans, stirring with a wooden stick, letting it rest for a minute. All the while, I watched, filled with passionate desire at how intense his actions were.

The kiss had come unexpectedly. We were sitting next to each other, holding our steaming mugs, when Justin placed his free arm around my shoulder. Instinctively, I drew a bit closer, turning my face sideways to check on his facial expression and on what that gesture was meant to be. He just leaned and kissed me. I almost spilled the hot brew all over us.

When I fished out his dick and sucked it to explosion, I knew that the impossible was possible, deliciously possible. I was taken not only by his manly cock size, a lot bigger than my earlier imagination, but more by his way of offering himself to me, unexpectedly, unrehearsed, and fully leashed.

Justin stretches, pulling me closer to him, yawns, caresses my shoulder. I press back lifting one leg and placing it over his thigh, the tip if his dick knob touching my knee.

“Did I tell you I love you, babe?” he sneers.

“Fuck, Justin. You’re mine,” I heave pulling my knee up to massage his dick and balls lovingly.

Justin smiles and holds me with his intense green eyes. “You’re my first,” he mumbles, squeezing on my shoulder.

“No fucking way,” I exclaim. “You can’t be virgin.”

He laughs. “No, babe, I’m not virgin. But you’re my first dude.”

“Fuck,” I inhale. Have I just turned straight Justin to gay Justin?

“I’ve slept with many girls and fucked a lot of pussy, baby, but I must admit, yours is way different.”

“How?” I question. “A hole is a hole and a mouth is a mouth.”

Again, Justin gives me his dimpled laugh. “True, but behind the hole and the mouth is a person. I never thought that I’d be doing a dude.”

“You’re telling me that I have turned you gay?”

“I suppose,” he says, his smile disappearing. “I suppose I have always been gay but never realized it.” He runs his hand over my naked skin and onto my dick, cupping my balls. “I mean,” he continues, moving his hand inside my ass crack to rub my hole, “that fucking you, baby, has been an out-of-this-world experience. I was not fucking pussy. I was not fucking ass or mouth or throat. I was fucking you.”

With that, he turns me around and spoons me, his lips caressing my neck as I feel him harden inside my crack. He enters me slowly and he fucks me slowly, his hands running all over my shaking body. I realize that Justin is making love to me rather than butt-fucking me. His thrusts are deep and his probing is forceful and concentrated. I can feel every throbbing vein of his cock shaft as he moves in and out of me. Our bodies melt into each other and I am lifted to a higher level of being, of physical ecstasy. 

I have been fucked before, for sure. Many men had lain with me and filled me. Taking a man cock down my throat or deep inside my butt is not new to me at all. But it has all been superficially physical.

Justin, however, is elevating me to submission. His moves and grunts, his sweating and pounding, his grabbing and fondling, they all raise me further up into clouds of lust, gratifying my body and my soul.

“So who are you dating?” I ask after our steaming bout of butt fucking.

“You,” he says cheekily.

“Seriously, dude. You must be seeing someone.”

“I was. Sheela and I broke off just about the time before I called you for a coffee.”

“So I was to replace Sheela?” I respond with an affronted expression.

“Baby, I can’t, no… I will not compare. It’s not about male-female or male-male thingie. It’s about some kind of attraction that supersedes gender. Is that an issue with you?”

“Oh, fuck, no, Justin,” I quickly declare, almost getting breathless at his revelation. He is mirroring what I have felt while he was fucking me.

Justin and I are a couple. I have moved in with him and he still makes the best coffee ever. Have I mentioned the fucking? The best. Ever.