It had been almost three years since I starting to work out to try and bulk up and put on some muscle. And I put on some muscle I did. When I started, I was sort of a shapeless beanpole with hint of a spare tire and a messy unkempt mop of black hair . Now I my transformation was almost complete into being one of those ripped guys I always secretly envied. My ass was high and tight from doing heavy squats, my shoulders wide and my six pack was a hair away from being an eight pack. My hair had been trimmed into near military length.
With the newly shredded body, high and tight hair added to my square jaw and blue eyes women who previously ignored me were falling all over themselves to get a taste of my thick eight inches. Most guys would have been over the moon at the opportunities but one small problem had me keeping them at bay.
With spending so much time at the gym the last few years, I’ve found myself more and more drawn to the other muscled guys in the gym. I would discreetly scope out their muscled bodies while giving quick glances at the outline of their cocks in tight gym shorts. Even my nightly masturbation sessions seemed to be dominated more and more by these muscle bound hunks from the gym.
The last couple months, I even shared a couple of furtive late night jack off sessions with guys in the gym steam room. But deep down inside, I wanted… craved more. What I secretly desired was a buff, masculine, muscular stud taking control, putting me on my knees to suck his cock before sliding his cock deep inside my quivering ass to make it his. I had even used my own fingers to stretch out my hole while jacking off in the shower. It felt so good but left me wanting more. But overriding all my hidden needs, I was also terrified… unsure of these desires and what it meant. I was a masculine six foot two hard body, I couldn’t be gay. I keep repeating that to myself over and over.
There was this one guy at the gym who’s image snuck into my jack off fantasies more and more. I didn’t have the courage to talk to him though so I just discreetly watched from a distance. He was a bit taller than me, sharp jaw line, chiseled features with a perpetual beard shadow and he was ripped beyond words. The man could have been on the cover of a weightlifting magazine. I couldn’t help but notice he didn’t wear underwear somedays and there was something rather sizable flopping around down there.
Then last week, that walking fantasy I had been furtively eyeing hit me up for a bench press spot. I said sure, and he introduced himself as Carl. As he shook my hand, a spark of energy leapt between us. The warmth of his hand flowed through me at that brief contact, causing my gut to clench and my cock to spark to life. Carl and I finished working out together. We started talking about workout routines, movies, and I made the obligatory comment or two about hot women in the gym. After that night, we chatted a few more times and helped each other with spotting a few more times and I was more than curious about pursuing more but the fear held me back.
Then I got to the gym late one Friday night. I didn’t really expect to see him since it wasn’t his normal workout time but to my surprise, Carl was there. This was the first time we hit the showers at the same time. As he pulled off his shirt and pants, I was in awe at how cut he actually was as my eyes wandered down to his cock, it was beautiful. I had to force myself to quickly look away out of worry that I would start drooling as my cock started to wake up. I picked a shower stall as far from his as I could.
While getting dressed and ready to head out, Carl asked if I wanted to stop by his place for a few beers. Despite the butterflies, I gladly accepted. After a quick two minute drive, we were in his apartment.
Once inside, we made small talk while we downed a few beers which helped lower my nervousness quite a bit. Some old action flick was playing on the TV, when he asked me if I wanted a little 420. Sure, why the hell not, I thought. The weed would help me relax even more as well. And smoking always made me a little horny as well, not that I had any problems with being aroused around Carl.
I couldn’t help but notice how close he was to me as we traded the joint back and forth. The subtle scent of his skin filled my senses along with the heat from his body causing even more arousal. My hard cock strained against my jockstrap trying to escape.
Then as we finished the joint, he changed what was on the TV from from mindless explosions to three really muscled guys having hot sweaty playtime. The youngest of the three was getting spit roasted and in the back part of my mind, I was secretly envious. What would it be like to be sucking that buff guy’s dick while his buddy pounded my ass?
Turning to Carl, he had moved so close I could make out the gold flecks in his dark brown eyes. His lips covered mine as his hand massaged the inside of my thigh before moving to my rock hard cock. He traced his tongue around my lips and I opened my mouth to let him in. Our tongues met and danced as I exalted in his taste, masculine with echoes of the beer and weed. Even the late night beard stubble subtly rubbing me sent bolts of excitement through me. This was so much better than kissing any woman had ever been, but that fear fought it’s way to the surface.
I broke off the kiss and pulled back. Even with a confused look in Carl’s eyes, I was aware of his warm breath on my face and the slight swell of his lips. Damn, he was sexy as hell. Closing my eyes, I leaned back to avoid looking at him.
“What’s wrong?” He said softly as his hand pulled my shorts down, releasing my hard cock. His thumb slowly rubbed the head of my dick as he gently stroked me. His hand felt amazing and even through my hesitation I instinctively spread my legs a bit to give him better access.
“I… I’m… not… sure…” I stammered out, but made no other motion to stop him. Leaning in, Carl’s kissed my neck as his fingers wandered to just barely touch my ass.
“You sure about that?” He whispered into my ear before gently sucking my earlobe and teasing my hole with just the tiniest bit of penetration. That one touch shot sparks through my entire body, causing me to let out a tiny gasp.
Still sitting there with my eyes closed and my dick rock hard, I desperately desired his touch but was unsure. I felt rather than saw him move back and stand up. Opening my eyes as I let out the breath I hadn’t realize I was holding I looked up to see him standing directly in front of me. Carl had pulled off his shirt and my eyes explored his muscles as they shone in all their glory in the soft light.
Finally, I looked at the rather impressive impressive bulge in those snug gym shorts and wow, just wow. His dick must be huge I thought to myself. I was torn between wanting to see his cock and racing out the door.
“Come on, help a bud out.” Carl said softly. Looking up, my eyes locked with his and he slowly pulled down his shorts. His rock hard cock popped out and stood straight out. It was long, probably almost nine inches, cut, thick with a nice smooth head.
“Sure…” I found myself answering softly and sitting up closer to his cock. My hand was shaking ever so slightly as I reached out to carefully stroke him. His dick was both rock hard and soft at the same time. Like a hot steel rod had been covered with silk. He whispers soft words of encouragement as I grew more confident in touching him.
With his cock only inches from my face, when a pearl of pre-cum appeared on the head. Wanting, needing to taste that droplet, I inched forward and licked it off. The sweet salty flavor hit my taste buds like flash flood making me want more.
Opening my mouth, I closed my lips around the head of his dick and started to suck. It felt so right have a cock in my mouth. Carl ran his hands through my short hair and encouraged me with dirty talk as I sucked more and more of him into my mouth and down my throat. The delicious taste and scent of his skin only made me want more, of him, his cock, everything.
I used my hands to explore the smooth skin of his muscled thighs and ass before attempting to swallow too much of him and gagging. Coughing, I fought to catch my breath so I could keep sucking. As I moved into to take his spit shined dick back into my mouth, Carl stopped me.
“Hold on there sport.” He said.
Waiting, I looked up to see the intensity in his expression. It was hungry, almost feral. Then he slowly ran his thumb along my lower lip. Without breaking eye contact I carefully started to suck his thumb. It was an incredibly erotic feeling and my cock was so hard it felt like it might burst out of not just my shorts but my skin as well.
“Good boy.” Carl whispered as I continued to run my tongue over his thumb.
“As much as I would love to swallow my load, there are much better places for me to shoot.” He continued and another spark shot through my cock knowing exactly where he wanted to cum, in my ass. That thought quickly became a need. I wanted him to shoot inside me, to breed me.
“Bedroom. Now.” He said impatiently as he pulled his thumb out of my mouth and almost forcefully pulled me up off the couch. A muttered “Yes” was all I could muster as he pulled me towards the bedroom.
In the bedroom, I quickly finished stripping and laid back on the bed. He grabbed a bottle of lube. After a quick hungry kiss, he spoke.
“You ever been fucked?”
I shook my head. For all my fantasies about getting fucked, this was my first time.
“Roll over, I want you face down and ass up as I break your ass in.” His voice husky. Following his orders, I quickly rolled over and waited. Carl pulled a couple pillows over, pushing them under my hips and spreading my legs so my ass really was up.
His hands stroked my back and he let out a soft whistle, “Damn dude, your back is cut. And your ass is fucking amazing.” He continue as he gave it a gentle smack. With my face down buried in the quilt, I could breathe in his scent, musky and masculine. I heard the squirt of liquid and then the cold dribble of the lube on my hole.
Using his fingers, Carl tried to open me up but my ass had other ideas. As his finger breached my entrance, I felt a burn and I clenched. I desperately wanted to get fucked but something inside me was still resisting. Not ready to give it up just yet. Even with two fingers he managed to get inside burned like fire, even if it was mixed with a bit of pleasure.
Then I felt him mount me and rub his cock along my crack. The feeling was intense but frightening. His dick was so much bigger than his fingers had been. As he tried to push just the head in, I groaned in pain and bit the bedspread. I did not see how this could happen without me screaming in pain. Pausing, he pulled out and grabbed something from his nightstand.
Turning my head a bit, I saw him taking a little bottle and pour a bit into a piece of cloth. There was an odd chemical smell in the air.
“It’s just poppers. They’ll help you open up. I don’t want to ruin an ass that perfect.” He said as he climbed on top of me again. This time, as he lined his dick up with my ass he put the cloth over my nose and told me to breath. Then it just happened, the poppers hit my brain causing it to spin out and sending me into a wild frenzy of need and lust.
This time as he pushed his cock against my quivering hole, it just opened up and he sank balls deep inside me. I let out an animalistic garbled sound somewhere between a moan and a gasp. Nothing in my life had prepared me for the intense feelings of having a man’s hard cock in my ass, or the pleasure.
“That’s it baby, you’re doing great.” He whispered as he carefully started to fuck my hungry hole with a steady rhythm. All I could do was moan and repeat over and over again “fuck, that feels so good”. As he built up speed, he put the cloth under my nose again for another hit.
Breathing deeply, I felt the kick again as he started to pound me harder and deeper. This was what I had been wanting deep down, a muscular stud riding my ass and making it his. Any remaining fear evaporated as I felt his balls slap against mine. Pushing back, I tried to milk the cum from his cock as he continued to pound my hungry hole. I wanted to feel him shoot his load deep inside me.
We were both sweating, moaning and fucking like dogs in heat when he suddenly pulled out.
“Roll over.” Carl barked. I instantly complied, pulling my legs up to rest on his muscular shoulders. He leaned in for an almost savage kiss as he roughly thrust his entire length back into my ass. Fuck it felt so good, so right. I felt his the straining muscles of his back and shoulders as I held on as best I could for the ride.
“So fucking good…” I gasped as he plowed my hole like there was no tomorrow. A line of sweat dripped down his face and I licked it off before going in for another kiss.
“Cum in me. I’m so close” I whispered hungrily as he picked up his pace.
“Hell yes, I’m gonna fuckin’ breed you. Fill you with so much cum I’ll be able to taste it on your lips.” He practically growled.
Finally his assault became too much, and my ass spasmed around his cock as my own dick exploded hot sticky cum all over both of us in the most intense orgasm of my life. With that I felt him let out a muffled scream as his cock seemed to double in size and I felt a warm rush of his cum fill my ass.
His thrusts slowed as he continued to empty himself into me before Carl all but collapsed on top of me. I held him close, stroking his muscled back as his breathing returned to normal. Our kiss this time was almost gentle as our bodies, slick with sweat and cum, strained against each other with the promise of more to come.
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