Manly Persuasion

Author’s Note – Dedication - To JC, with heartfelt thanks. This is YOUR story. You asked me to write it and I did. So, my friend, this is for you.

Prologue

A cool stream of air blew across the back of my neck. Seconds later, his lips were close to my ear.

“Are you ready?”

I didn’t answer.

“Are you sure you want it?”

Was I sure? I mean . . . WAS I sure?

Time seemed to stop as a million cascading thoughts swirled through my head. Fuck, what was I doing?

I could feel the weight of his body on mine, his cock wedged in my ass crack. This was a helluva time for me to be questioning whether I wanted to get fucked.

Slowly, I nodded my head.

“Yeah. Yeah, I want it.”

I couldn’t see his face, but I knew he was smiling.

“I’ll go slow. I promise”.

I moaned as he started sucking my ear lobe. He seemed to know just how to press my buttons and get what he wanted from me. I could feel the resistance draining from me and I knew the time had come.

“Just relax. You’re gonna feel something you’ve never felt before.”

I was ready. At least . . . I thought I was ready . . .

“C’mon, Javier! Pump it, man!”

I was struggling to get the last rep of the bench press. I was benching 325 for the first time and it was fucking tough. For a moment, I thought I’d have to have help. But with a loud grunt and second blast of energy, I pushed the bar up and on to the holder.

Connor leaned down and slapped me on the chest.

“You see? I TOLD you that you could do it!”

I grinned and got up off the bench. Connor smiled back, saying “Man, you can really make your pecs and biceps explode when you lift! I wish I could do that.”

That’s what I liked about Connor. He was always supportive, without a trace of jealousy or disappointment. Always telling me that I was better at things than him in the gym.

I don’t necessarily think he was right, but I did take my gym seriously. I was 31, 5’11”, with 200 pounds of tight muscle. Add in the fact that I’m from Venezuela and proud of my Latin heritage. Maybe a little cocky every now and then, but never like that with Connor. The ladies liked my masculine style, so you could say pussy was what I fucked and not how I acted.

I’d met Connor at the gym a while back when he was on the weights next to me and offered to spot me. Over time we became friends and I got used to his comments and compliments. At 37, he was older than me but didn’t look it. He was the same height as me, not as muscular, but in very good shape. He was a good-looking man, although being straight, I don’t know if I had any particular thoughts about what made a man good looking. I just know I didn’t think he was ugly and that a lot of women would probably think he was good looking.

I will say though that I wasn’t absolutely positive that Connor was into women. He never mentioned a girlfriend. In fact, he never talked about his personal life at all. And frankly, he didn’t LOOK gay. I just took him at face value and enjoyed his friendship. He seemed like an alright guy and we got along great.

As we moved over to the cardio machines, I started rubbing my shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” Connor asked.

“Don’t know. I may have strained my shoulder in that last set.”

“Really? Let me take a look.” He reached out his hand.

I stopped, getting a little nervous about another man touching me in front of everyone.

“Nah, that’s okay, Connor.”

Connor made a face and said, “Javier, c’mon. It’s no big deal. I just wanna make sure you’re not hurt.”

I thought about it for a moment. He was right, it wasn’t a big deal. I nodded and said, “Okay, man. Go ahead.”

Connor reached out and started gently probing my shoulder and neck. As his fingers slid carefully over the muscle, I felt a slight pain as he squeezed the area near my shoulder. I guess he could feel me react because he asked, “It hurts there?”

“Yeah. A little.”

He moved closer and kept probing. The pain got a little stronger. Suddenly, I had a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach and it spread slowly through my body. As the feeling spread, I was unprepared for what happened next. It was totally . . . I mean totally . . . unexpected.

I could feel my cock getting a little hard. I wasn’t throwing a complete bone, but I could feel it start to swell. I was shocked but didn’t move so as not to draw attention to it.

Connor didn’t seem to notice anything and kept running his hands gently over my shoulder, probing the muscle. The pain was stronger now and I could definitely feel it.

I groaned, and Connor smiled.

“Yeah, looks like you may have twisted your shoulder.”

I gently pulled away from Connor. Mainly to hide my reaction but also to stop his touching. It felt strangely erotic and I was embarrassed.

“Thanks, man. I’ll put some heat on it later.”

Connor kept smiling at me as we started walking again to the cardio machines.

“Javier, why don’t you let me give you a massage? I’ve studied massage therapy and it would help your shoulder heal faster.”

I grinned. “Nah, that’s okay, man. I appreciate it, but . . . well . . . frankly this isn’t exactly the place to get a massage.”

We stepped on the elliptical trainers and Connor laughed.

“Oh, I know that, Javier. I was thinking we could go to my house and I’d do it there. More privacy.”

I thought about it for a moment.

“I don’t know, Connor. I mean, I’m sure it will be fine if I just put heat on it tonight and watch what I do.”

Connor laughed again and said, “Dude, of course you can do that. But massage therapy actually helps heal your injuries faster. You don’t want to have to knock off training for a while until it heals, do ya?”

“Well no, but . . .”

“No buts, man. C’mon, just a simple massage. I promise you your shoulder will feel a helluva lot better and heal a damn site faster.”

I kept jogging on the elliptical trainer and thought about Connor’s offer. While I appreciated his willingness to help me, I kept thinking about what happened to me earlier when he touched me. It was almost as if . . . I enjoyed it. It was a feeling I had not experienced before, and I was not sure how I felt about it.

We kept doing our cardio and didn’t say much for the next 30 minutes. He was watching the TV while jogging and would toss out a smart ass comment every now and then. I wasn’t paying much attention, since my shoulder was hurting more, and I didn’t really feel like talking. Our cardio session finally came to an end.

As we got off the machines, Connor said, “So how about it, Javier? Up for that massage?”

The pain wasn’t overwhelming, but it was enough to convince me.

“Sure, Connor. If you don’t think it’s too much trouble.”

“No trouble at all, man! I enjoy giving massages. I think you’ll enjoy me giving them too” . . . and smiled.

I smiled back and hoped he was right. I also wondered if the feeling I had earlier would return. Oddly, the thought that it might didn’t seem to bother me that much.

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“Wow, man! This is a nice house!”

“Thank you. Jason and I spent a lot of time in designing it.”

“Jason? Who’s Jason?”

Connor hesitated for a moment.

“Jason’s my . . . uh . . . partner. He’s a doctor.”

Ahhhhhhh. So, I was right. It didn’t matter to me, but I was curious. It made me wonder whether we were friends because of the gym or . . . did he want something else.

“I see. Well, you have a really, really nice place.”

“Thanks. C’mon, let me show you around.”

The house was huge, with a second story, an exercise room, Jacuzzi, and a huge yard. I have to say I was mightily impressed.

“Maybe I can have something like this someday.”

“Well, you’d certainly deserve it, Javier. If you put as much effort in your career as you do in the gym, there will be no limit to what you can have.”

I smiled and nodded. That was Connor. Always making me feel special.

We drank a couple of margaritas, talked about the gym, and our jobs. After about 30 minutes, Connor said, “Soooo . . . ready for your massage?”

“Sure.”

We went to his guest bedroom, but I wasn’t sure what to do.

“Where do you want me?”

“Just undress and lay down on the bed.”

I stripped down to my CK briefs and started to lay down, when Connor said, “Hold it. Let me get a towel. I don’t want to mess up the comforter.”

I was curious when he said that because I didn’t know how getting a massage would mess up the bed. Connor disappeared in the bathroom and came back out with a large towel. He spread it on the bed and I lay down on it on my back.

Connor looked at me and grinned. “You’re keeping your underwear on?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Because those Calvin Klein’s are nice. I don’t want to mess them up by getting the oil on them.”

I looked puzzled.

“What oil?”

Connor extended a small bottle towards me.

“This. It’s a massage oil. Keeps the skin from chafing and helps open your pores. That’s why I put the towel on the bed.”

For a moment, I didn’t say anything. Knowing that he was gay, I was a little uncomfortable to be laying there in front of him stark naked.

Connor must have sensed my hesitation and laughed.

“C’mon man, I’m not going to molest you! Take this small towel and cover your Venezuelan butt. But lay on your stomach. A good massage always starts from the back.”

Still unsure, I shrugged my shoulders. I could feel Connor’s eyes on my body as I began to slide my underwear down and off. After I tossed them near the bed, I lay face down on my stomach and covered my ass with the towel . . . watching every move Connor made from the corner of my eye.

I could hear Connor chuckling as he got on the bed and murmur, “You kill me, Javier.” After a few moments, I felt the oil dripping on my skin.

“Now relax, Javier. You’re really going to enjoy this.”

I closed my eyes and felt his hands start to rub the oil across my shoulders and down my back. It smelled of menthol. As he promised, it felt good and I could feel my body begin to unwind.

Evidently, Connor could feel it too. As he continued rubbing the oil on my body, he said, “That’s it. Just let go. Let it feel good.”

I continued to relax and just enjoy the sensation. I had to admit he was doing a fantastic job. He knew just how to knead and stretch my muscles to release the tension. He spent a lot of time on my hurt shoulder and was very gentle with it. As he worked my shoulder, I could feel him run his hands gently down my arm and squeeze my bicep and tricep muscles.

“You really have a great body, Javier. You’ve worked hard on it. It feels great.”

I was in such a dreamlike state, that it was hard for me to speak. I only muttered “Thanks.”

My body was so relaxed, I couldn’t feel the pain in my shoulder anymore. Connor’s hands began to move lower. It felt strangely exhilarating as he massaged my back, because he’d press hard on the muscle and then run his fingers lightly up and down my spine. Every now and then, I’d feel a chill as he ran his fingers along my back and I’d shiver.

“You okay?” Connor asked quietly.

“Mmmmmm . . .”

“Good. You’re doin great. Relax.”

My body felt like it was floating, and I was completely at ease. After a few moments, I felt Connor’s hands near my ass. I stirred slightly and felt a little uneasy.

Suddenly, I felt the towel move down, uncovering my ass, and his hands on my cheeks. Relaxed as I was, I quickly found my voice.

“Hey man, my ass isn’t included in this. The pain is in my shoulder.”

“Just relax, Javier. This is a full body massage. Your whole body is connected by thousands of nerve endings. Ask your legs if your ass isn’t a part of them.”

“I know Connor, but . . .”

“I’m going to move down to your legs, but I’m starting on your butt. Just relax and enjoy it.”

I thought about it a moment, and then thought ‘to hell with it’. I mean, it DID feel good and I just wanted to go with the flow.

Connor poured more oil on my ass and I could feel it running down between my ass cheeks. He started massaging it harder, kneading the muscle back and forth. Every now and then, I could feel him pull my cheeks apart slightly and run his fingers slowly down from the top. A wave of excitement passed through my body. Connor slowly worked his way down to my right leg and began massaging my hamstrings and calves.

I lost track of time and heard Connor say something. I was in such a state of reverie, I didn’t understand what he said.

“Huh?” It came out like a grunt.

“Turn over. Let me do your front.”

I was so relaxed I almost couldn’t move. Slowly, I turned over and put the towel over my crotch. Connor laughed.

“What? Don’t tell me you’re going to massage my cock too?” I teased.

Connor laughed again.

“No man. Unlike your ass, that’s not part of your legs.”

Grinning, I said, “Well . . . it IS my THIRD leg!” We both laughed.

Connor poured oil all over my hard, hairless chest. I opened my eyes for a moment and Connor smiled at me. I tried to smile back and closed my eyes again.

Connor rubbed the oil into my shoulders, carefully kneading my hurt shoulder. I felt a little pain, but it was nowhere near the pain I felt at the gym. His hands worked down my chest and he spent a lot of time on my pecs.

“Man, you’ve been working hard on your pecs and it shows. They’re great.”

He squeezed them hard and I felt a wave of pleasure go through me. He squeezed them again several times and I felt his thumbs flick lightly across my nipples, causing me to shiver lightly.

“You okay?”

I paused a moment before answering.

“Yeah. I’m just sensitive there.”

He didn’t say anything but poured more oil on my chest and quit squeezing my pecs so hard. After a minute or so, he started massaging them gently. His fingers kept going over my nipples and I continued to get a shiver through my body. It felt good but was a little strange. It was almost as if he was rubbing my chest like I rubbed a woman’s breasts.

I felt Connor move and his hands continued down, massaging my abs and oblique’s. He spent a lot of time there. Several times, he came close to the towel covering my cock. Despite what he said earlier, I thought he’d try to cop a feel. But the towel stayed, and he never touched it.

Suddenly, I felt his hands stop and leave my body. I didn’t open my eyes and lay there quietly . . . waiting . . . wondering if he was going to try to do something at last.

After a few seconds, I felt the oil dripping on my quads and Connor’s hands rub it in. He continued massaging my legs and spent extra time on my feet.

Finally . . . about an hour after he started . . . Connor leaned over me.

“How do you feel, Javier?”

I didn’t know how to describe it. I was so relaxed, so stress free, I could barely move.

“You did great, Connor. I feel fantastic. Calm. Relaxed.”

Connor smiled.

“You see? I told you you’d enjoy it. How’s your shoulder?”

Carefully, I made my way off the bed and stood up. I shrugged my shoulders and moved my arm around.

“No pain, man. You were right. That massage did it.”

“Well, I had a great body to work on, man. I enjoyed doing it.”

I smiled, slapped him gently on the shoulder, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After I was dressed, we got in his Ford Explorer and he drove me back to my car. Connor hadn’t wanted me to make the long drive from the gym to his house, so I had parked at a mall that was near the gym. He picked me up there and drove me the rest of the way.

We talked some more about our gym routines on the way back. As he let me out at my car, I turned back to him and shook his hand.

“Seriously Connor, thanks again. I really appreciate it.”

“Like I said, Javier, I was glad to do it. You have an awesome body and it’s easy to massage.” He paused. “Maybe we can do it again.”

I smiled. “Sure, man. Another time.”

I walked to my car, got in, and looked back at the Explorer. Connor had not driven off and was still there . . . watching me. I don’t know why. Maybe he waited to make sure my car would start. Regardless, I wondered what he was thinking.

As I drove home, I also wondered if I really wanted to get another massage. Something in the back of my mind told me that Connor was interested in giving me more than that. The big question though was whether I was interested in anything more. The thought stayed with me all the way home.

“C’mon man. You’ve enjoyed the last ones, haven’t you?”

Connor and I had finished our weight workout and were running on the treadmill. I had been doing an especially tough weight routine the last several weeks and Connor had been giving me a massage after each session. So far, I’d had 3 massages and each one had been as good as the first one.

“Yeah, I’ve enjoyed them. But I don’t want it to become a nuisance for you to do it.”

“Javier, even professional body builders get massages after each workout. It relaxes you and helps your muscles recover faster.”

I kept running as I thought about the massages. I had to admit, I did enjoy them. Especially when he massaged my ass and my chest. Each time the chills went through my body when he rubbed the crack of my ass and my nipples. The rather erotic nature of it was something new and exciting to me.

Connor didn’t press the issue. As we finished, I turned to him and said, “Okay, Connor. I’ll come by for the massage. I really like them, and you are definitely a pro at it. But this time, no margaritas.”

Connor smiled broadly.

“No problem, man. I’ve got plenty of Diet Coke.”

As usual, we met at the mall and Connor drove me to his house. After the first massage, I told Connor that I could drive to his house as picking me up and taking me back to the mall was a hassle. He said it wasn’t a hassle and that frankly, he hadn’t told his boyfriend about the massages. So, he didn’t want to explain what my car was doing at his house. I didn’t question it. But I was curious as to why his boyfriend would have a problem with him massaging a straight guy.

After a couple of drinks, my bitching about my shitty work week, and Connor sharing his plans for his spring garden, we moved to the bedroom.

The massage started like usual, but this time, I didn’t cover myself with the towel. I think Connor was surprised when I lay down and was totally naked. Maybe I imagined it, but he seemed to pour more oil than usual on my back. When he got down to my ass, this time there was no hesitation . . . he just grabbed it and started working it.

By now, I was used to the menthol smell and it really helped me to relax. I could feel Connor pull my ass cheeks apart more than usual and the chills I always felt were stronger. It was almost as if he was worshiping my body.

After I turned over, Connor started really working my chest and abs. I had been pushing myself at the gym on the bench press and crunches and asked him to spend time on them. His hands were kneading my pecs roughly to stretch the muscle. After a few minutes, I could feel him pouring more oil on my chest and his hands started massaging them more gently.

“Mmmmm . . . that feels good, Connor.”

Connor started grabbing more of the muscle and rubbing it.

“How’s that?”

I was so relaxed, I didn’t answer for a moment. I could feel his hands slow down even more and start rubbing my nipples. I started moaning slightly and shivers ran through my body. I was getting lost in the erotic feeling of what he was doing.

“Like that?”

“Mmmmm . . .” I moaned lightly, and my body arched up as he continued to rub and caress my nipples.

“I love your skin tone, Javier. It’s so natural. Really nice.”

Connor started running just his fingers up and down my chest, my abs, and around my nipples. It was like my body was on fire and I couldn’t help myself. I rubbed my cock a little and moved it around.

Connor must have noticed. A few seconds later, I felt his fingers slide slowly down my abs and into my pubes. He had never put his hands that close to my cock before. He continued to run his fingers up and down my body and I writhed as he ran them gently through the trimmed hair. As my cock began to harden, I opened my eyes slowly and saw Connor smiling down at me.

“Just relax, Javier. Go with it, man. Let me make this awesome body feel really good.”

He reached over and poured more oil on my abs and started running it through my pubes and the base of my cock. Alarms were starting to go off in my head and suddenly, I felt Connor’s hand, slick with oil, grasp my hard cock. He rubbed the oil up and down the shaft, gently pulling my foreskin over the head. I moaned loudly.

“Yeahhhh, Javier. That’s it. Just go with it. Let me make you feel good.”

His hand was gripping my cock harder and starting that rhythm that I knew all too well. I could feel a little precum starting to ooze out the tip and lubricate my cock head.

“Fuck, Javier, your cock is sooooo hot! I could do this for you all day, dude. I love how you cock feels!”

I was so far gone, I didn’t have time to think about what was happening. Connor kept talking to me, but it was a blur. Intense feelings were running all through me.

Just when I thought I couldn’t stand anymore, I felt a warm, wet sleeve surround my cock. My eyes flashed open and I saw my cock in Connor’s mouth.

I groaned.

“Connor . . . what the fuck are you doing?”

His tongue was running all around my shaft and he started slowly sliding his lips up and down. At first, I closed my eyes and felt very awkward having my cock in a man’s mouth. Then, as I got used to the wet, sucking sensation, the feelings became . . . incredible.

“Ooooh, shit . . . uhhhhh . . . Connor . . . fuck . . .”

Connor didn’t say anything and kept on sucking. I lay my head back down on the bed, unable . . . or maybe unwilling . . . to stop him.

After a few moments, he started sucking my cock faster. It was if all I could do was let him finish what he had started. I was moaning and muttering incoherently as my body took its first blowjob from another man.

Connor was sucking me faster and harder now, trying to get my balls to give up their cream. A feeling of panic started going through me when I thought about shooting my load in another man’s mouth. I tried to will myself to stop, but my nuts had a mind of their own.

I felt my abs tighten up, my pelvis thrust, the juice creeping up my cock, telling me I was about to unload. Connor’s lips moved faster and faster. Suddenly, my cock came out of his mouth and he started jacking me off.

“C’mon, Javier! Let go, man! Shoot it!”

And shoot it I did.

I opened my eyes and saw the first shot fly up and hit my chest. Then a second, and a third, and a . . . fuck, I don’t know how many times I shot . . . maybe five, six times. My crotch kept thrusting . . . like I was trying to throw a hard fuck into a pussy.

Slowly . . . very slowly . . . I quit thrusting and my abs unclenched. I fell back against the bed, drenched in sweat. My cock was still rock hard, and I could feel it pulsing as my heart beat. My eyes closed, and I was completely spent.

I knew Connor was out there somewhere, but he didn’t speak. I was too wasted to open my eyes and just lay there, nude . . . wet . . . open . . . and starting to wonder what the hell had happened.

A few minutes later, I could feel Connor get off the bed. I opened my eyes slowly and looked at him. He went into the bathroom and came back out with a towel, smiling gently.

“When you spill a load, man, you spill a load.”

I tried to smile back weakly, but I don’t know if it took.

I closed my eyes again. My mind was a jumble of emotions. My body was a mess of sweat, sperm, and the smell of sex. I wasn’t sure exactly what to say.

I needn’t have worried though. Connor spoke first.

“Javier . . . you okay?”

Slowly, I opened my eyes and carefully licked my lips. My throat, mouth, and lips were so dry, I wasn’t sure I could speak.

“I think so,” I said softly.

“You wanna talk?”

Connor sat down next to me. I looked at him carefully, so many thoughts and emotions running through my mind.

“I hope you liked that. I know I really enjoyed it.”

I looked down, silent a moment. Then I glanced at Connor.

“Yeah. I did.” He started to smile.

“But shit, Connor, I’m never going to see you again in the same way. Why did you do it? I mean . . . I thought you were a professional.”

Connor laughed at that and after a few moments, I started laughing too.

“Hell, I couldn’t resist, Javier. You have a fucking nice cock . . . it’s big and it tastes so clean and sweet."

I don’t know why, but I loved it when Connor said stuff like that to me. I smiled and nodded my head.

Connor returned my smile and innocently asked, “So . . . do you think . . . you want me to do it again sometime?”

“Truthfully?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t know, Connor. I liked it. But . . . I just don’t know.”

Connor nodded his head and said, “I understand.”

Then he smiled again and said, “Okay man, off to the shower with you.” Slowly, I got off the bed and headed for the bathroom.

Thirty minutes later, Connor and I were in his Explorer, on the way back to the mall. We chatted about minor stuff until we got to my car. As he parked his truck, and I was getting out, he turned towards me.

“Javier . . .”

I looked back at him.

“I know it was probably a little too much and you weren’t expecting things to turn out like they did. But you are a great guy, a great friend, and I want our friendship to continue.”

“I do too, Connor. I think the same about you.”

Connor hesitated a moment and then said, “And I hope you want what we did to continue too.”

I smiled and looked Connor straight in the eye.

“Like I said, I enjoyed it. But to do it again . . . I need to think about it. Okay?”

He smiled and nodded at me.

“Okay.”

For the first time, Connor pulled out before I left. I got in my car and started the engine. As I sat there and tried to put my thoughts together, my cell phone went off. I looked at the caller ID. As I pressed the button to answer it, I felt a stab of pain.

“Hola, bebe!”

My girlfriend said, “Hey baby, how are you?”

I put my car in drive and pulled out of the parking lot.

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Don’t ever let anyone tell you that power isn’t an aphrodisiac. I can tell you it’s an absolute fucking turn-on.

Because of schedule changes and job problems, Connor couldn’t work out with me as often in the gym. But he still insisted he wanted to give me massages after my workout.

After thinking about it for a while, I thought . . . to hell with it, why not?

So, we started meeting every other week or so, although I was nervous as hell that my girlfriend, Maria, might start to get suspicious. She liked to spend time with me during the only times I was available to see Connor. The first time she asked why I was busy, I told her I had a safety meeting at work every other week.

The more I was around Connor, the more I thought he seemed to be crazy. I don’t mean mentally crazy, but he seemed to be completely enthralled with being around me. The few times we were at the gym, he was always pushing me to do more. BE more. When he massaged me, it was soooooo erotic for me. But for him, it seemed to be as if he were worshipping my muscles. Hell, worshipping my entire fucking BODY.

After he sucked me off the first time, he couldn’t get enough of having my cock in his mouth. Licking . . . sucking . . . literally inhaling my dick, as if he wanted it to go down his throat.

And shit, my cum? No simple squirting it on my chest for him. He wanted it DOWN his throat. He started giving me supplements and vitamins to, as he put it, “make your cum healthier, bigger, and richer.” He even joked one time about being a cum vampire! That made me laugh big time! But the way he was always talking about my sperm and not missing one drop when I dropped a load, it didn’t seem to be far from the truth.

Don’t think that Connor was weak. Far from it. He was very masculine, and no one would ever think he was gay. But his seeming obsession with my body, my cock, my nipples . . . hell practically any part of me . . . ESPECIALLY my cum . . . made me feel incredible.

It was the ultimate power trip for me. Here I was, a straight man who had never been sexual with another man, and he practically adored me as the greatest sex object in the world. I was like a kid in a candy store, fucking a woman’s pussy and a man’s mouth, which was almost as good as a pussy, at the same time!

Honestly . . . I must admit, I kept going to his house, just for those special feelings he gave me. And, of course, the sexual highs I had never experienced before.

Little did I know I was about to experience even more.

During one session, I was on my back, with my 7” uncut cock deep down Connor’s throat.

“Fuck Connor!” I moaned.

As usual, my body was twisting and turning, the sensation turning me every which way but loose. All I could do was moan uncontrollably.

Connor moved off my cock and started sucking my balls. I was very sensitive there and was jerking spasmodically. After a few moments, I felt him put his hands under my legs and push them up slightly. I was so out of it, I didn’t think anything about it, until Connor pushed my knees to my chest. Suddenly, his tongue touched my asshole and I almost flew off the bed.

“GOOOODDAMN! Whattha hell was that?” I cried.

Connor came up off my asshole, grinning like a mad man.

“That Javier, is the pleasure a tongue can give your ass. Let me show you how.”

And with that, Connor dropped his head and put his tongue back on my asshole.

“Uhhhhhh . . . Jesus . . . oh my god . . .” I groaned.

The feelings were so hot, so obscene. Connor kept kissing, licking, and tonguing my hole. Little by little, his tongue forced its way inside.

“I love how your ass tenses up when I when I kiss it, Javier. Your ass is soooo hot. I love feeling my tongue in your ass!”

I had to grin when I heard him say that because I loved his tongue in my ass too.

Before long, my hole was letting go and Connor’s tongue was going further and further up my ass. He licked and tongued my ass over and over for a long time. Suddenly, he stopped.

“Let’s try something new, Javier. I think you’ll like it.”

“Hell yeah, Connor! Get your tongue up there more!”

“Mmmmm, I was thinking about something different.”

I wasn’t sure what he wanted to do but I was absolutely sure I wanted him to keep making my ass feel great. Connor leaned over, opened the table next to the bed, and pulled out a small object.

I was puzzled and propped myself up on my elbows.

“What’s that?”

“It’s called Aneros. It’ll make you produce more cum. You know how I love your cum! It feels great, too.”

“How does it work?”

“I lube it up first. Then, I slide it in your ass and . . .”

I shook my head quickly.

“I don’t think so, Connor.”

Connor smiled and said, “It won’t hurt you, man. I’ll be real gentle and show you how good it will make you feel.”

I shook my head again.

“I don’t want to get fucked, Connor.”

“This isn’t getting fucked, Javier. It’s just a toy to slide up your ass and stimulate your prostate, so you cum more. It’s called prostate milking.”

I kept looking at it and Connor moved closer to me.

“Man, look. You liked my tongue up your ass, didn’t ya? You were practically begging for more tongue just a minute ago! If you let me use this, it will make you feel that same way. Even more so! Don’t think of it like you’re getting fucked. Think of it as a bigger tongue that will make you shoot more than you’ve ever shot before!”

I was silent a moment.

“I don’t know, Connor. I’ve never had anything up my ass before. I just don’t think I want to do something like that.”

“Trust me, it’ll feel good, man!”

I kept silent, thinking about it. Getting sucked and tonguing my ass was one thing. Putting something IN my ass was another. I wasn’t sure I was ready for something like that.

Connor leaned over and turned my face towards him.

“Tell you what. Let me use a little lube and try my finger, just a little bit. If it hurts, if you don’t like it, I’ll stop. I promise.”

I thought about it a minute or so and then shrugged my shoulders.

“Okay, Connor. But you’d better get that fucker out the minute I tell you to.”

Connor laughed. “Trust me, man. I will. I mean it.”

“What do I do?”

“Just lie back and pull your legs as far back as you can.”

Then, with an evil grin on his face and a low, sexy voice, he said “I’ll take care of the rest . . .”

I laughed and pulled my legs towards my shoulders, my muscular ass cheeks spreading apart the further I went.

After a few moments, I felt Connor’s hand carefully running lube over my asshole and the area around it. I started moaning lightly as he rubbed it around and around my hole, gently prodding the outer lip. Connor heard my moans and started laughing.

“I see someone like’s that. Gooood . . .”

I closed my eyes, lost in the pleasurable feeling my ass was giving me. Connor poured more lube on his fingers and kept prodding my hole . . . pushing gently . . . trying to get my ass muscle to loosen up.

After a few minutes, I felt my hole give slightly and something go in. I could feel my ass spasm and Connor said, “Relax, Javier. Relax. I’ll take it slow.”

I could feel Connor slowly twist his finger around inside my hole. I didn’t feel any pain, just a slight pressure. The finger disappeared for a moment, as Connor poured more lube on it, and then sunk back in, going a little farther than before. I was astonished that it didn’t hurt and knew Connor was being very careful as he fingered me.

Little by little, I could feel Connor work his finger up my ass. I was surprised that the farther it got, the more pleasure I was feeling. Connor was twisting his finger faster now and rubbing the lube all up inside my ass.

As more minutes passed, my hole opened up and Connor was fingering me easily. My cock was rock hard, and the adrenaline was surging through me again. I could hardly believe that it would be like this with something up my ass.

I felt Connor almost remove his finger and then felt something a little bigger in my hole.

“What’d you just do, Connor?” I asked nervously.

“I just put another finger in, Javier. Relax. Relax and go with the flow. Feel your ass, man. Feel your cock. Just enjoy the ride . . .”

I was surprised. Two fingers? I had TWO fingers up my ass? For someone that, up until 15 minutes ago had never had ANYTHING up their ass, it was an amazing moment.

“How ya feeling, man?”

He had been listening to my quiet moans and it was obvious he already knew what the answer was.

“It feels great, man. As much as I hate to admit it, you were right. It really does feel good.”

Connor smiled.

“Ready to try it?”

“Okay. Go ahead. But be careful.”

I felt Connor’s fingers exit and waited. For a moment, I felt nothing. Then, something bigger entered and moved quickly up my ass. It hit something inside and I thought I was going to piss suddenly.

“Jesus! FUCK!!”

Connor laughed, put his hand on me, and said, “Whoaaa, man! Don’t cum yet!”

“Cum?!! Shit, I feel like I need to pee!” I yelled.

Connor laughed some more. “I know, Javier. But that’s usual the first time it’s in. Be patient. Let me work it so you’ll build a big load.”

I groaned. But Connor was adamant.

“Javier, just relax. Breathe deeper. It’ll feel better. I promise.”

I started trying to breathe deeper, but it was hard.

After a few minutes, I didn’t feel like pissing. My asshole was pulsing, and Connor kept pressing the Aneros against my prostate, which was definitely stimulating something. My cock got hard again and those erotic, sexy feelings started running once more through my body.

Connor was quick to notice the change and got excited as cum started slowly dribbling from my piss slit. As it came out, Connor leaned down quickly and licked it up.

“Yeahhh, man. That’s it. Let it come. Keep it coming cuz I gotta have that big load! I gotta have all of that strong, protein rich, Venezuelan leche in your balls!”

Connor kept milking me for over 30 minutes. Over time, thicker cum would ooze out and Connor was keeping his head down near my cock, so he could lap it up. The stimulation was so damn strong that the feelings were driving me fucking wild.

I knew I couldn’t hold off much longer. I reached down and started to stroke my cock, but Connor pushed my hand away and started stroking it for me. He saw that I was about to unload and moved his mouth closer to my cock.

“That’s it!” he screamed. “C’mon, man! Give it to me! Give it to me, baby!”

My nuts were churning, and I could feel my load heading up through my cock. I knew I was approaching the point of no return. The Aneros was pounding my prostate, Connor was screaming for me to cum, and then . . . and then . . . I let loose.

My cock exploded, shooting hot cum all over the place . . . yelling and cussing as shot after shot after shot of jizz burst out of my cock.

Connor’s mouth was open, and I tried to aim my cock at it. The thick, white goo flew in his mouth . . . another shot blasted out and plastered his face. It was like I couldn’t stop jizzing on Connor. More shots went in his mouth, his face, his hair. My eyes clenched shut as I continued to thrust and shoot.

My orgasm slowly subsided. Erotic chills still ran through me and every now and then, my body would shiver. I had never fucking had as powerful an ejaculation as that and could barely move.

Out of the quiet, I heard Connor.

“Fuck, man . . . that was . . . unbelievable. I’ve never seen you cum like that, Javier.”

I was so wasted, I couldn’t answer. Connor kept talking.

“That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. Your fucking sexy, Latino body is soooooooo scorching hot! And godDAMNNN, I got a TON of your cum! But I missed some too . . . shit!”

I would have laughed if I hadn’t been so exhausted. I finally opened my eyes. Connor was covered in white gunk! When I didn’t say anything, Connor reached over for a towel and started to wipe cum off his face and hair. He kept looking at me and smiling the whole time.

“Connor . . . that was . . . shit . . .”

I couldn’t finish and closed my eyes again.

“Fucking hot is what it was,” Connor purred sexily.

I was drenched in sweat and coming down from my sexual high. Connor wiped my body with a towel and said, “I think you should have that up your ass more often.”

I grinned weakly.

“Yeah. Maybe so.”

He reached out his hand.

“C’mon, man. Let’s take a shower.”

I was still so far out of it, that I got up with him and went in the bathroom without even thinking about it.

Connor turned on the shower.

“Get in.”

I was still a little shaky and he guided me in and under the nozzle. The hot water flowed over me. It felt heavenly and I just stood there, luxuriating in the warmth.

“Want me to soap up your back?” he asked.

I didn’t say anything and just nodded.

He moved me out of the water flow and ran the soap all over my back, making a thick lather. I continued to stand there and let him soap my body.

Suddenly, I felt him draw close and hug me. It was the first time he had ever hugged me, and it felt good.

I felt his hand reach around and start jacking my cock. It felt good too, and I leaned back and let him pull on my dick. He hugged me tighter as he jacked me and suddenly, I felt his dick rub up against my ass.

Shocked, I pulled away quickly and turned towards him.

“No, Connor. Don’t try and fuck me.”

“Javier, I wasn’t trying to fuck you. I was just hugging you and making you feel good.”

“Your cock was against my ass, man.”

Connor sighed and said, “I’m sorry, Javier, but I thought you would be uncomfortable if I tried to hug you from the front. I mean, our dicks would be touching if I had done that. I’m just trying to make you feel good.”

I nodded my understanding.

“Okay, man. Sorry. It just took me by surprise.”

Connor smiled, and I turned back around.

He continued to soap my back and jerk my dick at the same time. Little by little, I could feel him get closer until his cock was in my ass crack again. I reached back to protect my ass and accidentally touched his cock. It was the first time I had ever touched it.

Connor stopped tugging on my dick and said, “Turn around.”

As I turned, I saw his hard cock and Connor smiling.

“Would you . . . jack my cock too, Javier?”

I looked at him for a moment and then smiled.

“Sure. Turn around.”

Connor turned, and I started soaping up his back. My cock was still rock hard and now it was my turn to wedge it in HIS crack.

I reached around and started jacking his cock, wondering what he thought. I really didn’t want to fuck him because a man’s ass just didn’t appeal to me. He had also told me he was a “top”, so I didn’t think he’d want me to anyway. But the feeling was erotic, and I enjoyed feeling his ass massage my cock.

I kept jacking Connor but after a few minutes, he pulled away, turned around, and went down on his knees. My cock was still hard, and he started sucking me off. There’s nothing more erotic than letting water flow over your body while your cock is in a man’s hot mouth.

Later that night in bed, I thought about all my experiences.

It was hard to believe that 8 months ago, Connor and I were just training partners at the gym. I had never thought about being sexual with another man and had no idea that they could even have sex.

But when I thought back about the massages, the blow jobs, getting my ass eaten, and now even having cum “milked” from my balls, it was totally different.

I felt strong, powerful. A real man. My friends were always talking about fucking pussy and how many women they’d fucked. But I felt I was more knowledgeable. Worldlier.

I wasn’t afraid to take a walk on the “other” side. And I’d found that there were things about that side that I enjoyed. A lot.

Besides the sex, I enjoyed the feeling of power over a man who wanted my body so badly he was willing to do anything to have it. I enjoyed him stroking my ego and telling me how hot I was and how everything about me was so great. In short, I enjoyed being able to persuade another man to desire me . . . as much as I desired a woman.

What I didn’t know yet . . . and was about to learn . . . was that I was being persuaded as well.