A Little Slip
It got awkward.
Well, to me it did. I think to Mario it was just normal. We hung out, like normal, and then Mario suggested adding the gym as something we could do together finally. But he said nothing since our rather sensual exploration of each other’s bodies. To be fair, neither did I, wondering exactly how to broch the subject.
I managed to drag him to the gym a couple weeks later to have him sign up, after neither one of us said or did anything about our last rather romantic exploration of one another’s bodies. I was beginning to think I had dreamed the entire thing.
He fit right in, being the tallest guy in there, but not quite the biggest as a big black dude was at the desk instead of the muscley woman who signed me up. I noted that Mario referred to me as his neighbor as the giant man eyed me with a knowing smile. He was a huge guy, with dark black skin in a tight tee that proclaimed the name of the gym across his bubbled pecs. His arms bulged, and his head was shaved and glistened under the light as I stood staring at the small silver hoop earrings he sported in both ears, making him look like the sexiest genie.
Occasionally his big brown eyes stayed on me as he asked Mario basic questions, and then raised his eyes brows at hearing I too had just joined.
“I don’t remember signing you up. And I’d remember those blue eyes.”
Mario gave me a slight head turn, with a little smile as I leaned on the counter, my gym bag getting suddenly heavy as I tried to avoid his look.
“No there was a woman here. I joined a few weeks ago.”
He nodded. “That was Kendra, one of my business partners. There’s three of us that opened this gym about 6 months ago. We all compete, and offer personal training if you are looking for something a little more tailored.” He gave me a quick once over, and then looked at Mario. “But it looks like you guys know what you’re doing already.”
I couldn’t help but notice how thick his neck was and how trim his waist seemed, tapering down from his wide shoulders as he spread his large hands out on the counter as Mario signed the papers in front of him.
Then he lifted his big black right hand to me. “Xavier.”
“Brian.” I said, feeling his hand practically swallow up mine into a big soft pillow.
He held my hand firm, a little longer than normal as he smiled at me, his thick bottom lip pushed out a bit as he smiled at me. And then he turned to Mario as he slid the papers and pen towards Xavier and also shook his hand.
“Welcome aboard Mario.” Xavier didn’t hold his hand as long and flicked his eyes back to me. “Need me to give you guys a tour?” Xavier gave us a big smile, showing off his white teeth and put his hands back on the counter, his pecs flexing unconsciously.
“I’ve been here so I can show him around.” I couldn’t help but smile back and let my eyes fall down to his hard nipples under his shirt.
Xavier gave me a pointed finger and lowered his chin. “Don’t forget we have a sauna. Always good to catch your breath in there after a hard workout for a little relief.”
I gave him a smile, remembering my last visit here and the guy I played with. “Yup. Been in it. And it did feel good.”
Xavier’s big hands clapped the counter. “Atta boy. Have a good workout guys!” He said, raising a pink paw up as I moved ahead of Mario towards the change rooms.
Mario didn’t say anything until he sat his big body down on the bench by the row of lockers and took off his shoes. “Was that guy flirting with you?” he asked quietly.
I let out a big laugh. “Uh, not sure, but maybe.”
Mario just looked at me and smiled. “I would never think that a guy that looked like him was into guys.”
I shrugged off my shirt and slipped on my gym one, and then grabbed my shorts, giving Mario a side eye. “Those are usually the guys I go for.” I whispered, and then let my eyes dance over his torso as he pulled his shirt off. “Like you.”
Mario stood up and sort of moved close to me. “Yeah? Big muscles turn you on huh?”
I could smell him, that scent that I had gotten to know over the last few weeks, and I had to catch myself as other guys floated in and out of the change room. “Yup. Big guys turn me on. I think you know that.”
Mario looked down at me with an evil grin before he looked around the room. “That’s actually hot that that guy was checking you out. It made me feel rather protective of you, almost territorial. And maybe a little jealous.”
“Oh really?” I teased, suddenly feeling like it all wasn’t a dream after all as I caught Mario gazing at my body. I shoved my jeans off and stood there in my blue boxer briefs with my Reebox tee on and couldn’t help looking at Mario’s tattoo on his pec. It was so close after all. He reached into his bag without taking his eyes off me.
“Would you be interested in that guy?” Mario whispered, slowly putting an arm through one sleeve of his black tee. “Cause maybe you should flirt back. Put yourself out there again.”
I shrugged, wondering what answer he wanted to hear. If I said yes, would he think I wasn’t interested in him anymore? If I said no, would he think I was only interested in him, and what would he think about that? And maybe he wanted me to start seeing other guys so I would stop chasing him. Or maybe he did want me to chase him and this could turn into something more?
And as if on cue, Xavier walked into the changeroom, and headed right for me, noticeably checking out my legs and butt as I stood there in my underwear.
“Oh hey guys, forgot to give you these magnets, has the hours and number on it, plus some flyers on our upcoming competitions and other programs you guys might be interested in.” He handed me a pile of things first, and then Mario. I noticed his eyes flicked down to my crotch, while Mario seemed oblivious to it all.
And Xavier’s finger brushed against mine as he handed me the stuff. I looked up at him and he was smiling at me. Then he pointed to the stack of papers he gave me.
“Make sure you read those carefully. Might be something in there you may find enticing.”
He was, as Mario had figured, just my type and probably Mario’s age or older, although a little hard to tell, and not quite as tall as Mario. He definitely had more muscle and definition to him than my beefy neighbor. Where Mario was all blue-collar natural beef, Xavier was a shining black man that obviously competed professionally.
I suddenly had a twinge of happy memories with my old professor Tom Davies, a former competitive bodybuilder himself.
Xavier gave me a big smile and then quickly turned without giving Mario another glance, but allowing me a perfect view of his very hard defined ass in his thin black nylon pants that seemed to be painted on him.
Mario’s locker slammed shut as I flipped through the few brochures Xavier had given me. And then I saw it – the manly scrawl in pen across one of the bodybuilder competitions coming up.
A phone number, with a simple message:
Call or text if you want a one-on-one session. X
Mario suddenly spoke. “You just gonna stand there in your underwear or are we going to workout?”
And that was all we did: workout. Not flirting, no comments, nothing. But I noted Mario staring a LOT at me as we did. I didn’t see Xavier again, as we couldn’t see the front door from the main weight area. Nor did I see Brady, the selfish hunk I jerked off in the sauna. But towards the end of our workout, Mario was showing me a lot more interest, with lingering touches and assistance even when I didn’t need it. He was attentive, funny, smiley, and now constantly fixing his groin area.
He walked rather closely beside me as we headed to our apartment building, playfully bumping into me every now and then. He was practically giddy as we got to the front door, and let me go ahead of him as we went up the stairs.
On the second level his hand cupped my ass.
I gave him a glance over my shoulder and he had that sexy fucking look on his face, and a noticeable bulge in his pants.
“Stop.” I teased halfheartedly.
“Why? You still thinking about that big black guy?” He grabbed my ass as I turned the last corner.
I swatted his hand away with a giggle. “No. Not with you grabbing my ass?”
“Oh yeah?” He really was so good looking when he smiled, and I could feel my own insides flipping as he moved closer behind me. “Bet you’d like Xavier to be grabbing this jock ass.”
I reached the top step and he was right behind me. “I guess working out makes you horny like every other man.”
He stepped closer to me and I could feel his erection against my back. “Oh yeah? You horny too?” he grabbed my stomach and dug his crotch into me as we walked down the hallway to our doors. “Want me to fuck you since you didn’t go for Xavier?”
“Shhh!” I said laughing as he lifted me off the floor and carried me with one arm the rest of the way towards his door. I tried not to laugh, but my entire body was elated at this scenario.
I guess it was all the strategy I needed to make Mario want to fuck me: get him working out, and dangle a hot black bodybuilder in front of his face to make him jealous.
He dropped his bag on the ground and fished out his keys with his right hand from his pocket as he held me like a sack in his left arm against his body.
As he opened the door I grabbed at his package, feeling the hardness underneath the material and the memory of his big cock. I started to squeeze it, and as I dangled in the air I flipped open the button of his jeans and started to undo the zipper as we stepped inside his apartment.
He dropped me and I knelt in front of him as he shut the door and tossed the keys onto the table in front of us. I fished out his thick cock as he stood there before he changed his mind, and hungrily took it down my throat to the satisfying groans above me.
His big hand caressed my hair as he let his head fall back, enjoying the sensation. Fuck he tasted good, I thought to myself as I worked the length of him. I loved Mario’s cock, and didn’t want to stop sucking it.
But like the horny man he was, he didn’t want to just get blown. He bent down and scooped me up under the arms and waddled towards his bedroom with his jeans around his ankles, his massive thighs working hard in short steps to get me to his unmade bed.
With a grunt of little effort, he threw me onto the bed and kicked his shoes off, staring at me as I kneeled on his bed.
“Take your clothes off.” He simply said as he stepped out of his jeans, whipping off each sock before he pulled his layers of upper body clothing off.
I tried to match his speed, but he was naked fast, and panting heavily towards me, before I could even get my pants off.
Mario took over, grabbing my leg and pulling my own jeans off with such strength and power I was left speechless. He had me naked in seconds, and then climbed onto the bed over me, forcing me backwards as he grinned down at me, his big hard cock still glistening with my own spit.
“I’m going to fuck you now. Hard.” He grinned, moving my body with his to the head of the bed, pushing a leg onto his shoulder, aiming his cock in between me, staring at me the entire time.
I grabbed his thick neck as his forehead rested against mine as he spit onto his hand and lubed up his own cock. I flinched as his thumb played with my hole, rubbing the head of his wide cock around with his fingers as he watched me.
He didn’t wait, just started to push in. When I winced and hissed in air, his mouth covered mine and he groaned into my throat as he kissed me. Like a magic door, he seemed to know how to get me to relax and let him in.
He slid right in and I saw stars.
“Holy FUCK Mario!” I moaned, my one leg on his shoulder, stretching me wide as he pushed his dick into me, using the force of his body, pinning me down to the bed. I grabbed his shoulder blades and felt his ass tighten under foot as he speared himself deep.
“Fuck kid you are so TIGHT!” He groaned as he pulled his lips off mine. His forehead was on me again and his hot breath landed on my face as he waited for me to adjust. I slid my hands further around him and pulled his body into mine, feeling his smooth pecs against me, his massive 250 pound frame pressing me into the mattress of his bed.
His body was like an oven on me, his breath a warmth against my cheek, and the smell of him surrounded me, making me practically cum with just my senses. But then he shifted, and I gasped, his cock hitting a spot in me that made me leak.
“OH MY GOD!” I moaned out, and he grinned wide, giving me a tantalizingly tasty quick kiss. “You feel AMAZING!”
“You think that black dude has a cock as big as mine?” He whispered in between another teasing peck.
I dug my fingers into his back and shook my head slightly, feeling the overwhelming need to piss underneath him as my cock dribbled out pre-cum. “Holy fuck….” I mumbled, trying not to move. “I love it!” I moaned out slowly.
I didn’t need to move: Mario was doing it all without moving himself. I could feel his cock THROB in me and each time it did, more pre-cum spilled out of me.
“What are you doing to me?” I moaned out, moving my leg around him, feeling the smoothness of his muscular back under my fingertips.
Mario laughed above me, resting his forehead harder on mine. “I haven’t even started yet.”
And then he did I moaned like a fucking whore. “Oh my god I fucking love it!”
I was so loud he covered my mouth with his and took my breath away as his body collapsed on mine. His arms went under me as his hips moved, and that thick cock of his punched my spot, making me shudder under him.
I came in a heartbeat, spilling my cum between us as I shuddered like a woman. He fucked it right out of me and didn’t let up, pumping my ass relentlessly, oblivious to my sudden orgasm.
I held on to him, burying my face into his body as he continued to fuck me. I wasn’t thinking about the black bodybuilder, or my old professor. I couldn’t think of anything but this giant supposed straight muscled man bringing me to an earth-shattering orgasm so easily with his cock in my ass.
His body became slick as he moved over me, fucking me nonstop until I felt another orgasm coming. I was a ball of sweat myself, writhing underneath him, seeing his dark brown eyes wide open and looking at me. And every time I caught his gaze, he grinned wider and picked up his pace.
I felt my eyes closing as the climax took hold for the second time and I felt my body shuddering again. I started repeating “Holy fuck” over and over, and when I opened my eyes, Mario was grinning at me. “You’re gonna make me cum again.” I moaned out.
“Do it kid. Cum for me.” He purred over me and I clutched his body so tight as I came a second time.
And as I did, I heard the words “Oh my God I love you!” spill out of my mouth as I shuddered under him.
But my words got swallowed up as Mario started to growl and fuck me so hard the headboard started banging against his wall. But it didn’t stop either one of us. I felt him explode inside me, and saw the look on his face as his mouth opened wide and he practically screamed out his orgasm over me, slamming one hand onto the headboard to steady himself.
The slickness of our bodies allowed us to slide down each other, my leg slipping from his shoulder while the other slid off his ass as his own body slid sideways from me. When his cock slipped out of me, I let out another gasp and shudder, feeling the wetness all over me, especially the surge between my legs.
How much cum did he expel? I thought as I lay there, exhausted, spent, and amazed that he fucked TWO loads out of me without touching my cock. And did I really just say that to him, that I loved him? I wondered if he heard it, or if I was imagining what I said.
I looked down at my own piece, still semi-hard and dripping cum from the head, and hearing Mario panting beside me on his back, oblivious to my own inner thoughts.
“See if your big black friend can fuck you like that.” He said haltingly between breaths as his hand rested on top of his pec.
I stared up at his ceiling trying to catch my breath. “Forget him. You can fuck me like that all the time. I fucking loved it.”
He didn’t say anything for a while. Neither did I, as I started to think about how much I was using the word “love.” We just laid there, naked, on his bed, catching our breaths like we’d just run a marathon.
Finally, Mario turned his head to me. “If you want me to be a fuck buddy for you little man, I am all for it. But to be honest, I think you’re looking for one man, and I want you to know, I can’t be that man for you Brian.”
I felt my smile falter as I turned to look at him. Maybe he did hear me after all, and this was his way of saying so.
“It’s what you want isn’t it? Another Joe?” He asked quietly, turning more so he was on his side. He wasn’t touching me, just lying beside me. “Someone to love?”
I found myself nodding, but didn’t move.
“So….” He waited for a moment, before he swallowed and licked his lips. “Maybe it’s time to move on for real and put yourself out there. Like the guy from the gym? Don’t ignore him because of me. I’m not your boyfriend after all. If you want to try him out, try him out. It wouldn’t bother me. And it shouldn’t bother you either.”
I held my breath for a moment, looking at him. But he gave me that sad look, the one you give to someone you’re trying to let down without trying to let them down or hurt them.
“I don’t want to lead you on. I mean this is hot and all, and definitely serves a need….” He looked away for a moment before he looked back at me, his brown eyes wider than ever, “…but I’m not gay. I mean, I still like women, and I’m afraid that you’re ignoring possible hook ups because of me.”
I looked back at the ceiling, suddenly embarrassed. He was right. I was barking up the wrong tree.
“Maybe you should flirt more, like with that big black dude. Or go and do something with that Europe ticket after all, and put yourself out there again. Go see the world. Have some fun. And hey, if you want fun I’m right here. Fucking you feels A-MAZING. But you’re not ready for a relationship right now. You’re still grieving. And I’m thinking I’m NOT the best solution for you. I’m a big dumb lug, who doesn’t want to hurt you. So if you want to keep doing this I’m game. But I don’t want you thinking too deep about this, and that I’m the only one you can have.”
I felt the tears swelling but quickly wiped my eyes, which sparked a full physical reaction from him. He suddenly grabbed me and pulled me into his sweaty body.
“Hey now, don’t do that.” He hugged me tight and I squeezed my eyes shut hard against his body. He felt good, smelled delicious still, and he moved like a wet blanket over me. “We’re friends okay? You can tell me anything, and I’ll always listen. And when the mood takes us, I’ll fuck you silly. But you need to be free, okay? And that’s all I’m saying. Don’t get hung up on me. I’m not worth it.”
I hid my face from him. I didn’t want him to see me like this again, sad because I knew he was right. But I didn’t want to lose him either.
“I know.” I mumbled into his pec. “I’m sorry.”
He chuckled and his whole body shook. “You don’t have to be sorry. And if you say you need to be fucked, well hell, I’m there! But let’s not get too tied down okay? That’s all I’m saying.”
“Okay.” I heard myself saying, still burying my face into him.
He held me against him and we didn’t say anything for a long time. I just listened to his heart beating, knowing deep down he was right, he wasn’t looking for a little gay lover, and I knew this was coming. But why did it hurt so much? And if I knew that, why did it still feel so good just laying there in his big arms?
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