John Takes what he likes

 ‘That ass of yours is going to get us in trouble’, was the running joke I had with Brian, my better half for the past 10 years. I can’t help but think about all of the times we joked about it. His ass was an amazing bubble of muscle, from years of gymnastics and tennis. Genetics of course, but he was also a maniac on leg day too.

He would counter back with, His ass? Not hardly. He would point out that squeezing 225lbs of jacked up daddy muscle into a size small T-shirt. Now that, mister, will get us in just much if not more trouble. He had a point, every shirt I own fits like a glove spray painted over my muscles.

“Keep those guns flexed boy” I hear barked in my direction. Snapping me back to reality, if one could call this reality. But as I was reminded, I am not here to think, I am only here to flex.

Disbelieve? Definitely disbelief. Aroused? - oh fuck yea I am turned on. I am kneeling at the foot of the bed. Both arms up in full flexed double bicep pose, as per instruction. Brian is facing me, each of his hands has a grip on each of my biceps. Using my muscles to hold onto like handles, as John rails his huge cock in and out of the ass of the man I love.  

“God Damn.”  John rasps out between heavy breaths. “You two are so fucking hot.”  He slams his extra large cock deep into Brian. “Rub those massive peaks boy. Enjoy your man’s body.”  And he keeps right on plowing deep.

It has always turned me on to watch my man get fucked. He likes me to pick out the guys I want to watch fuck him. He has the hottest ass in town, and finding some stud to plow him is never a problem. But here now, this is so different on every level.

   

   I give both biceps a quick flex and dancing pop. Watching Johns face as he watches his cock invade the sweet ass he was destroying. Enjoying my role here while trying to please them and trying to recall how all of this started, only a few hours ago: 

     The huge cock up my husband’s ass belongs to John. He seemed nice. Sort of sexy.  Playing a few games of pool at our regular haunt, he came over and we enjoyed some light banter and conversation. He is a nice-looking man, close to our age, 50’s or so. Very handsome and fit. His body more like a runner, lean trimmed and tight. The jeans that were so vividly accentuating his lean hot body were also responsible for outlining a very large bulge sliding down the left leg of his pants. Fuck, I thought to myself, I am 100% top but I know a hot bulge when I see it. And you can damn well bet my bubble butt horny as fuck other half had already sized that up and was trying to come up with some ruse to get that cock back in our bed, and up his willing ass.  I smiled.  

   Two common themes kept recurring throughout the evening. Initiated by John.  My husband’s ass, was the most frequently discussed topic. And I freely admit that yes, Brian, my other half does have one of the hottest, most shapely mounds of muscle on his back side. Perfectly round, tight, rock-hard glutes that garnered attention no matter what cut of clothing he wore. There was no making those cakes go unnoticed. And Johns hands were frequently rubbing those buns.

  When John was not running commentary on how hot my man’s ass was, or running his hands over it, the conversation focused on my ‘cannons.’ John had nicknamed my biceps. He openly talked about my muscles as if they were actually a fourth person in the room. His hands were right at home too, rubbing and massaging my muscles. I willingly flexed for his roaming hands. The attention was a thrill. And I could see how much my man was enjoying this display.  So I gave Brian’s ass a playful swat, a flex for John to enjoy. And a quick smile for them both.

  Brian and I were so well in tuned with each other, most of the time we did not even need words to stay in contact. Like now, I can see the lust in his eyes while he watches a total stranger rub all over my body. As much of a muscle fetish as Brian has, he also likes to share my body with others. It turns him on to see another guy grope and feel me off.   

  As much as we both enjoy sharing our bodies with each other and the occasional third, Brian is a free spirit and all in from the get go. Me, on the other hand I am a bit slower on the uptake. A bit more protective. I needed verification the new person was one I could trust with my man.  Watching how a strange man’s hand was exploring every curve and cleft of his ass, bristled me a bit. But hey, the sexy grin that my man would toss me along with the expanding wet spot on his khakis let me know he was relishing the harmless play.

  

   “Hey. Muscle boy.” I am brought again back to the present with his deep voice. Fucker was good, I begrudgingly admitted to myself. Damn good!

  “Bring those cannons closer” giving his head a flick.  I obediently get up and move to stand beside him.

    Both of his hands latch onto the peaks and squeeze. Testing the rock-hard mass.  Watching the lust in his eyes as he feels me up, almost matches the lust in Brian’s eyes as his ass gets repeatedly impaled.

“Check this out”. He spreads Brian’s legs out wider.  “I just love watching my big cock slide in and out of your man’s hole.” He opens his mouth and lets his spit dribble down landing right on Brains hole where his cock is sluicing in and out. Dragging his ass lips up the shaft on the way out and tucking back in when he re-enters. I do the same thing when I fuck my man too. I love watching my cock, and now Johns much larger cock invading that hot hole.

I cup John by the chin and plant a deep wet kiss in his mouth. I swirl my spit onto his tongue. He groans with appreciation as he accepts my warm saliva. Releasing me from the kiss he opens his mouth once again, letting his mouthful of our combined saliva cover the entire length of his cock as he plunges back in deep.

I am turned way the fuck on. Watching this man, his giant cock filling my husband to the max, while he enjoys his muscle fetish using my ‘cannons’ is about the hottest thing I can remember in a long long time. I reach my left hand behind his head and offer my fully flexed right bicep up to his lips. He attacked my muscle with his mouth. Licking biting sucking. I would have marks tomorrow. But fuck, I can’t wait to show them off in my tank top at the gym.

  “Here.” John gives my peak one last slap of his tongue. Shakes his head then goes back for one more quick lash before he hands me one of Brian’s ankles. He takes the other one, and proceeds to spread his legs out into the deepest “V” that his flexibility could accommodate.  This opening gave us both a better view of Johns 9inch cock violating the ass of the love of my life, and also a new angle for him to invade Brian’s hole, even deeper. Brian must agree, the thrashing of his head from side to side. The gargled moans of lust spewing from his throat, my boy is happy. Very happy taking this beautiful cock.

 I may be as turned on as any time before, but when I reach into the poser to pull my cock out, John’s hand grabs my wrist. His grip strong and emboldened. No, he tells me.

“This is my fantasy.” He stares me with authority and dominance. “Got it”?  I nod.

 “You are the muscle.” He waits for my nod of agreement.

 “Your man here”, he slaps the ass that he is still power driving up into without slowing down.  “This ass is the hottest piece I have ever fucked”. He thrusts in hard and deep and plants his cock buried in as deep as he could go and holds it.

“So, he is my hole to use.” Another loud whack as his open palm leaves a red print across the pale cheek.

“We agreed on this earlier.” I nod again.

 “And me, obviously, I am the cock.” He pulls his horse dick out. Waving it proudly and slapping Brains gaping hole with it. Showing it off. Reminding me, as if I had any doubt left, who is actually in charge.

He stares me into submission. I nod my obedience and watch his face while he returns the power fucking rhythm. Damn this fucker is hot. He launches his tongue down my throat claiming his victory, grabbing both sides of my face, this kiss is not tender. This kiss is a display of dominance and I surrender to the oral assault.

 Being, ‘the muscle’ as I was told that I am, I step to the foot of the bed. Making sure both Brian and John could see me, and I start flexing. Flexing for myself. Feeling each sweaty muscle. Every cut, every ridge. Self-discovery. Self-lust and satisfying my own desire for the body I have sculpted. I lick my biceps.  Swab my tongue across the left one.

 “OH - GOD - damnnnnnnnn!” a growling voice echoes through the room. “Don’t stop” his eyes are bulging out matching every sinewy muscle on his body.

“Keep flexing Muscle Boi.” What had been a steady but perfect rhythm of thrust and penetration, becomes an abandonment of all senses into a mind bending full of on fuck. Assaulting the ass, that up until this moment, I thought belonged to me. I keep flexing.

  Spittle flying from the corners of his mouth, hissing and cussing. Eyes rolled back into his head; he was a man possessed with fucking. Sweat drenched his entire body flying off and dripping with each rocketing thrust. Adjusting his grip on Brian’s hips he lifts his ass off the mattress. Lifting each cheek off of the bed to get a better angle, his strong arms suspended Brian half way in the air. Thrusting, cussing, spitting.

Getting from his knees to his feet, John’s strength became both obvious and very impressive. Dragging Brian up by his hips, cock still impaled deep. John hoists Brian’s weight up and suspending him midair. Every shredded muscle in his body is exploding with the same power he is using to fuck. I got to admit, even with all of my much larger muscles, I was very turned on by his sheer physical strength. And endurance. The air was filled with the scents of sweat, lust, sex testosterone and abandoned desire of the flesh.

 Brian has always been one to precum a lot during sex. And now suspended upside down, his face is in the direct path of the flowing stream of his own. Gathering as much of the cum off of his face and adding his spit to it, he grabs his own throbbing cock.

  “I am so fucking close.” Was all the he got out before the first volley of cum shot from his cock like a rocket being ejected. John took the cock from Brian’s hand and continued stroking as load after load shot directly from his cock, splattering all over his face hair and chest.

Brian was thrashing from side to side, in the throws of passion. His ass overstuffed with a giant dick, a strange hand milking the remainder of his orgasm out.  

Even after the last few dribbles emptied from Brains nut sack, John’s grip on Brian’s cock held the same steady rhythm and stroke. Brian was thrashing from the tender sensation after ejaculation, but was unable to pry Johns firm grip from his own dick.

“You are one hot piece of ass sexy.”  Looking down from his perspective, seeing this very good-looking man covered in his own juice pushed him over the edge.

“And I am about to flood your guts.” John roars into one full body thrust, every fiber of every muscle all of the way from the tip of his toes to the hair on his scalp, you can see every fiber to his core engage for this orgasm.

 With each volley of juice pumping from is thick cock, a convulsion shudders through his body. Still stroking Brian’s cock. Matching his squirts with each stoke of my lovers’ dick. Surprisingly, Brian is still rock hard. Never flagged even a bit after his own orgasm, and now after the sensitive sensations of his own orgasm, you can tell his cock is getting harder again being managed by Johns strong firm grip.

With his ass being filled with cum from this amazing stallion of a lover, his handsome face covered in his own cum, my man’s eyes roll back yet again and fresh ropes of semen shoot from his cock. Where this volume of sperm is coming from? I have no clue. But I can say, what I am witnessing, is the hottest sex I have ever seen. Anywhere. Ever.

Reaching in as the few final drops trickle out, I lick Brian’s face clear of as much cum as I can gather on my tongue and kiss my lover. My best friend. The hottest man I know on this planet. It is a salty, sweaty cum laden kiss and it is delicious as any kiss I have ever stolen.

Watching our passionate kissing, John begins to lower my husband’s body down. The strain and stamina of this stranger still thrills me. He gently withdraws his cock, inch by creeping inch before allowing it to slide out of its hot grasp. Brian catches a huge inhale of breath as the emptiness feels like a complete void, once that mammoth dick had evacuated. He felt empty.

Our kiss has faded from lust filled abandonment to one of passionate love and caring. Oh god How I do love this man. John, aware of our connection and passion gently removes himself and lets us return to this planet in our own time. Laying on his side, propped up on one elbow, John basks in the afterglow of mind-blowing sex.  

Laying sprawled out beside us, I can feel the hands of John trace up from my calves, around the hamstrings and up to my well mounded glutes. His touch draws goose bumps covering my skin. Brian is resting his head on my chest, my arms wrapped around him. Holding him tight.

“Hey muscle Boi”, John’s voice interrupts the calm a few minutes later.

“Let’s get your hot ass in a Jock.” He swats my glutes with a loud thwack.

My eyes fly wide open. I can hear Brian stifle a laugh.

To be continued.