Locked and Loaded

The first time I met Andy Mathews, my step-mom’s boss, I was fresh out of high school.

We were at a Fourth of July family reunion, and I wanted to be anywhere but there. Socializing with fawning aunts, drunken uncles, and annoying cousins (not to mention, stuffy bosses) ain’t exactly my idea of fun.

Of course, I’d already heard all about him from Sheila, dad’s third wife. “Zac, wait till you meet big Andy,” she’d said, in her usual buoyant style. “He’s the life of any party. All the office girls adore him. And sooo handsome! Sigh.”

Yeah, right, I could only imagine how sigh-worthy. If I knew my relatives and their disgusting friends, adorable Andy probably had a bad toupee and five or six marriages under his rapidly expanding belt.

Then, I actually laid eyes on him.

Schwwiiing!

This cat was fuckin’ huge! 250+ pounds of primo shirtless muscle…and tall, too, at least 6’, 3 or 4”. Mix in one seriously hairy chest, a six-pack, massive pecs, bulging, veiny biceps, shoulders out to there, solid legs, and a kickass cologne, and you’ve got a recipe for Sexy with a capital S.

We were introduced, and I instantly popped wood. Hell, ain’t ashamed to admit it!

“Please to meet you, Zac,” he said, shaking my hand. “Somethin’ tells me we’re gonna be good buds.”

His voice was low, with a slight Texas twang. I could only nod stupidly, my dick straining against my board shorts.

Don’t get me wrong--I’m no slouch in the muscle department, bein’ a soccer player and devoted gym rat. But no way can I match Andy. I tip the scales at 165 and have zip for body hair. When you’re blonde and blue-eyed, forget about cultivating any significant fur! That’s why I shave everything down--legs, balls, dick, pits, butthole, whatever. Shows off my cuts, too. Especially abs.

Andy and I kept our newfound friendship percolatin’ after the reunion, sharing phone numbers, emails, and hot Instagram pix. Despite our age difference (54 to my 18), we hit it off like that.

During one marathon phone chat, I had a brainstorm: before summer’s end, maybe we could hang out, just us two, and guzzle a few brews. Well, he wasn’t open to the drinkin’ part cause of my age, but Andy did promise we could snag ourselves a beachside motel room for a weekend.

“Fair warnin’,” he laughed. “We’ll be playin’ by Andy’s rules. Think you’re man enough?”

“Hell, yeah!” And that was no lie. Just talkin’ to him on the phone made me horny to the max. Andy didn’t know it, but I stroked my meat like a monkey every time we talked. Wonder what he’d think, if I whipped it out in front of him?

The day arrived, and I told my folks I was gonna hang with a few high school bros at the seashore until Sunday afternoon. Nobody batted an eyelash. So, off I went to Andy’s condo, we jumped into his sa-weet ’66 candy apple red convertible Mustang and laid a patch of rubber for the coast.

Things started cookin’ right away. Classic Aerosmith on the CD player, sunshine, and clear blue skies. Couldn’t have asked for better if I’d set it up myself.

About a mile down the road, I peeled off my Metallica t-shirt, and Andy flashed me a toothpaste white grin. “Not bad, man! Not bad. Hail to the beef.”

“Been hawlin’ iron every other day for six fuckin’ months,” I said, flexing a bit. “Had to be lean for soccer, but as soon as our season was history, the weight room became my second home.”

“Wanna hear how it’s gonna go down at the motel?”

“Sure, chief. Hit me.”

“Rule #1: clothes dropped at the door. We’re gonna spend our weekend freeballin’ it. No pussies allowed.”

“Awesome, man. That’s real freedom.”

“Fuckin’ right. Rule #2, no limits. Anything and everything goes.”

“Like what?”

“Use your imagination. Anything and everything.”

“Can I beat off?” I guffawed, secretly hoping he’d say yes.

“Wack it to your heart’s content. Just make sure to shoot a big load.”

“You, too, man?”

“Me, too.”

“All right!” I pulled down my shorts, and my half-stiff dick popped out. “Mind if I start right now? Haha!”

“Christ, is that all you got? I kinda expected more, to be honest.”

“Whadaya mean, all I got. It’s seven fuckin’ inches of teenage manmeat! And thick around, too. Drives my girlfriend nuts.”

“I ain’t your girlfriend, pal, and I’m the cat you gotta impress.”

“Wait’ll you see the total package. You’ll be fuckin’ impressed, muthafucka.”

Andy threw his head back and guffawed. “Buddy, somethin’ tells me we’re gonna knock that fuckin’ beach house off its foundation!”

****

We dumped our shit in the room and went out to for a bite to eat. At dusk, we headed back, and I was itchin’ to get naked. As soon as Andy closed the door, he pointed to my shirt and barked. “Clothes off, pronto!”

I decided to give him a muscle show, squirmin’ outta my shorts and making sure to flex as much as possible. Andy was watching me, grinnin’ from ear to ear.

“What’s so funny, dawg?”

“Just enjoyin’ the view. Woo-eee! You scrub laundry on those diced-up abs?”

“Ah, abs are easy. I’ve always been cut. Had ‘em for years. ”

“Cool. Gotta blast mine. Hundreds of crunches. Abs are the first to go when you’re my age.”

“Ha, don’t you mean your boner?”

“Smartass, you’re gonna find out for yourself in a minute.”

I poked him between the tits. “What gives? This ain’t no one-man show! Clothes at the door!”

“As soon as you’re stripped down, we’ll talk. Or are you too much of a fuckin’ pussy.”

“Pussy, huh? Awright, muscledude, you asked for it.” I whipped out my soldier of love, and it snapped to attention. “Been savin’ up a big load, too, so I’m horny as fuck.”

Andy whistled appreciatively. “Niiice. I dig the hairless look.”

That’s when things went kinda loopy. Details are hazy, but I do remember he took a step toward me and wrapped a warm hand lazily around my hard as nails cock.

Instantly, a bolt of electricity coursed up my spine.

“Like that?” Andy whispered hoarsely.

“Fuck, yeah, I like it. You’re revvin’ me up. Danger, danger, Will Robinson.”

“You want revvin’ up?” He tore apart his wife-beater and tossed it across a nearby chair. “Let’s rock and roll.”

“Show me what you’re packin’, man,” I growled, surprised at how husky my voice sounded. “Release the fuckin’ Kraken.”

Anticipation made me woozy. One breath later, I was looking at a piece of circumcised man-meat thicker than a fuckin’ Coke can. 100% porn star material!

“So, whadaya think, little bro. Disappointed?”

“Holy fuck! That monster is fuckin’ outrageous! How big?”

“Eight and some change, last time I measured. Most dudes my age shoot blanks. I blow like a fuckin’ geyser. They don’t call me Old Faithful for nuthin’.”

“Wow.”

“Go ahead, say hello. Up close and personal.”

“No shit, man?”

“Sure. Be friendly. It’s about time you two met.”

Wow. He was like a statue standing there, an unbelievable mountain of man muscle.

Tentatively, I touched his chiseled abs, felt the soft coat of hair and then the shaft of his cock, growing larger by the second. “Shit, Andy. You have a ginormous dick! And your muscles. Just unreal. My head is fuckin’ spinnin’.”

I could tell a storm was brewin’ but didn’t dare make a move on my own.

“H-hey, Andy,” I stammered. “I been dreamin’ about this for months. Don’t make me wait no more. Please, man. I want you so fuckin’ bad, I do…but I’m just a stupid kid. We could never fuck or do anything like that. I’m not in your league.”

“Listen, buddy, sky’s the limit means doin’ whatever we feel like doin’. You wanna fuck, we’ll fuck.”

He held me tight, and the room twirled like an out-of-synch carousel. All of our e-mails, the many phone talks, all the wackin’ off afterward--they’d been leading to this one fantastic moment.

“Mmm,” Andy said, tilting my face to his. “You diggin’ it?”

“Yeah, man. I am. I don’t think I’ve ever been harder.”

He squeezed my ass. “Now, the question is, how many times does 54 go into 18? An interesting equation.”

“You’re in the driver’s seat.” I could barely get the words out. “Floor it.”

“Damn straight. Zero to eighty, locked and loaded. It’s breedin’ time.”

His mouth crashed onto mine, and the floodgates opened, exploding in a tsunami of pent-up passion. Our tongues fought for dominance, settling into a silky dance that brought me to another place, another world.

Oh, yeah, that prick made me suffer. We fell on the bed, and Andy slathered his tongue around my rod. I tried to speak, to say how much I’d been wanting this, but nothing came out except a guttural moan.

Man, I was lit like a fuckin’ Christmas tree!

I grabbed the sides of the bed and held on. Andy went to work, makin’ me wail like a fuckin’ baby. I could feel my orgasm buildin’, a dormant volcano about to erupt. Buildin’, closer…closer…

One more delicious, trembling thrust…

Gasping, I buried my whopper further down Andy’s throat, pumpin’ out gallons of spurting boy juice. There was no escapin’ his relentless onslaught; he gulped every drop and still wouldn’t let go.

Don’t stop, I thought, giving myself to him. Please. Don’t ever fuckin’ stop…

We were melting into one another, man to man, muscle to muscle. After what seemed like an eternity, Andy came up for air, my still-raging cock slapping back onto my abs. “That’s real staying power,” he laughed. “You’re no amateur.”

“I’ve fucked around a few times. With my best buddy, mostly. And a college bodybuilder dude who taught us how to lift at school. I banged him in the locker room. Shoulda heard him screamin’, bro. Haha! He wanted it so bad. I couldn’t resist.”

“Kudos. Hope you went balls deep.”

“Hell, yeah.”

“Only way to go, whether givin’ or receivin’. You ever ride the big cock rocket?”

His question caught me off-guard; I’d only been fingered and eaten out by my best buddy. “No, brah, I’m virgin territory. Doesn’t it hurt?”

“Hurt? Ah, don’t be a pussy. Roll over and stick that tasty ass up in the air. I’ll show you how to fuck nice and easy.”

At first, I wasn’t sure what Andy had in mind…until he tongued my crack. Day-um! Complete and utter immersion followed. I was his.

“Oh, shit. Dude! Oh, shit, that feels so fuckin’ good. Ahhh…”

“Want me to bury the bone?”

“Yeah. Yeah, man. No mercy,” I pleaded, breathlessly. “Please. I need your cock inside me so fuckin’ bad!”

“You need it, huh? I like that. Shows enthusiasm. First, we gotta prep. Suck my hog, like a good boy.”

Heck, I didn’t need to be told a second time. I went down on him like a shark after bait, ravenous and blood-thirsty. I could’ve gone for hours, but this guy was large and in charge. He swung me around to face him, we made out, and I felt his fingers sliding into my hole.

“Ssshhh, baby, ssshhh,” he said, makin’ me shiver like a leaf in the wind. “Lie back and relax.”

My eyes drank in this gorgeous muscle beast--his perfect, movie star smile, the dimples, gray hair, and dark brown eyes. Woof! How to describe that sight? I’m still at a loss for words.

“Time to shift you into overdrive, Zak. A full-on frontal fuck.”

“But brah…shouldn’t we use somethin’? If we bang dry, you’ll fuckin’ tear me apart.”

“No worries. Your hero comes prepared for just such an emergency.” Andy reached into his knapsack and pulled out a tube of KY jelly. “A good time will be had by all.”

Lubing was an experience in itself. He got me loose with three fingers, then I oiled up his amazing manmeat.

“Ready for the ride of your life, kid?”

“Been dreamin’ about it for months.”

“All right, that’s my kinda talk. Buckle your seat belt. I’m deliverin’ this load first class.”

Andy went for the gold, but my sphincter walls resisted--a natural reaction, considering his gargantuan tool. No problem. I worked with him, pushing, waiting, pushing some more, the immense feel of him fillin’ me up. Balls met ass, I almost passed the fuck out, and every trigger was flicked. It would be smooth sailing from that moment on.

We began deliciously fucking, and the look of concentration on his handsome face was an incredible turn-on. Our bodies were slick with sweat. I could feel all his beautifully-etched muscles, as if carved from marble. The veins in his neck stood out like ropes.

“Hell, yeaahhhh! Fuck the shit outta me!” I roared, spreading my legs. “You’re the man, bro, you’re the fuckin’ man. Yee-hahhhhh! Balls deep!”

Andy slammed into me again and again. Groaning, I clenched my ass muscles tight, meeting thrust after pounding thrust. No turning back now…time for Ol’ Faithful to erupt!

“Gonna come,” I heard him say, or maybe it was me. “Yeah, baby, yeah, it’s happenin’. Oh, Jeeezusss! Here I fuckin’ CUUUMMMMM!”

The urgency of our kissing increased. Andy’s tongue was shoved so far down my gullet, I could hardly breathe. Then, he hit me one more time, with everything he had--all 9 phenomenal inches.

Boom!

The world spun away into Infinity, and I was filled with an ocean of man-spunk, spurt after steaming spurt of jizz that greased my guts like a fuckin’ tidal wave. We were glued together by lust and Andy’s truly copious load. Nothing could separate us. I belonged to him, body, mind, and soul.

“You are one fine, fine fuck,” he grunted, as the spasms lessened. “Haven’t shot like that in a long time. Did Daddy hit your sweet spot?”

“Bullseye, man. I was trippin’ my fuckin’ balls off! Hope nobody’s listenin’ next door, cause they’re gettin’ an earful.”

“Aw, fuck ‘em.”

“No, dude. Fuck me.”

“I’m not goin’ anywhere. It’s too nice and tight inside. Up for another session? Rough and rugged?”

“Hell, yeah. Can’t believe you’re still hard as a brick.”

“Told you studly, they don’t call me Ol’ Faithful for nuthin’. Just give me a few minutes to recharge. In the meantime, looks like you could use a helpin’ hand.” Andy leaned on one hairy arm and caressed my throbbing cock. “Kid, you’re definitely built for speed.”

Our lips touched.

“Mmm, mmm, good,” he said, kissing me deep and long, while giving me the most expert handjob I’ve ever had--just perfect timing and technique. I started to drift away, to that dreamy place where he and I were one and the same. Another plane of existence altogether.

“Punk, you ain’t had a man till you’ve had big Andy. Gonna bust another nut?”

“Yeah, man, hell, yeah. I’m already on the fuckin’ verge, and you’re drivin’ me apeshit.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” As a convincer, he lifted up my leg and began fucking me from the side. We found our easy rhythm, staring into one another’s eyes and lovin’ every second of it.

Whoa, let me tell ya--there ain’t nuthin’ like a cum-lubed fuck. Just beyond unreal.

“Ohhhh, yeah, yeah, Andy, yeah, I’m…gonna fuckin’ blow, dude!” I shuddered, my thighs shakin’ uncontrollably. “Don’t stop, please, please don’t ever fuckin’ stop! You’re the best, bro. I, ah, ah, ah--fuck, fuck, fuck! AaaaaAAAARRRGHHH! FUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKK!!”

Andy went balls deep, and that’s all it took. I was fuckin’ gone.

Jets of dick gravy splattered the headboard. Three more wads ribboned my chest and abs. I was out of control and shootin’ like a mofo.

When I’d settled down, Andy chuckled, “Well, lookee here. Guess you had yourself an ac-see-dent! Mmmm.”

He licked a trail through the cum puddle on my stomach, up to my tits, my neck, and then we were kissing, only this time it was in the afterglow of the best sex I’d ever had.

They say your first good fuck is somethin’ you never forget, and no matter where Life takes me, I will never forget Andy Mathews. We still go at it like freaks, even though I’m 25, and he’s over 60. Fuck the age difference. He’s my ideal man: jacked and confident, a sexual adventurer who’s always up for an experiment or two.

Shit! All this reminiscin’ is givin’ me major wood! Think I’ll holla his way and see if he’d like a wild weekend at the beach. Beer’s on ice, I’ve shaved down, and my dick’s ready to rumble. Yeehah!