Rian
Ok, this is all going to be fine. I kept telling myself that. I was so nervous thinking about going to see Mark. I knew what you wanted from me. He was very clear on his intentions and what my role would be. His fuck boy. I worshipped the man for so long and to find out he wanted to be with me sexually because I turned him on so much was so flattering, and I felt so honored that I let him fuck me. I let another dude stick his dick in my ass... and I liked it. All that fucking power he had, the confidence and sheer determination to have me.
I skipped school the next morning Mark wanted. I went to the gym and blasted my muscles with a grueling workout. I wanted to be impressive when I saw him. I wanted him to see me and tell me how hot I was to him. I pumped my muscles and did lots of squats since my ass was his favorite thing about me.
At the gym I was having conflicting feelings. I would see these big, jacked, hot guys and I would compare them to Mark. The ones who had stellar bodies made my cock twitch. I was finding more and more guys attractive and in a sexual way. When I thought I gravitated to them in mutual admiration, I was subconsciously sexually attracted to them. Now that my eyes were opened, everywhere I looked at the gym I kept seeing dudes who I thought were hot. I found myself staring. I no longer looked at them as inspirational figures, but as sex objects that I wanted to fuck.
After the gym, I went home and shaved down my entire body. For the last year I have been shaving down. All the guys were because Mark did, and they liked the way it looked. It made you look more defined and sleeker. Mark commented how much he loved my smooth, hairless body. He liked me smooth as glass, and I didn’t want to disappoint him. It was all about not disappointing him. Maybe it’s because my own dad was a bum and seemed always disappointed in me. Mark was different. He was supportive an encouraging. Hell, he built me a rock-solid body. He was more of a dad than my own father. Mark was my dad.
I made sure I looked perfect. I wore a very tight t-shirt, khaki shorts that fit snug on my quads and ass, and a pair of Chucks. A nice jock look. I wanted to make him horny right when he saw me. All the way to over Mark’s my dick was hard. I tried not to touch it because I didn’t want to cum in my shorts. Just thinking about the man made me hot. But at the same time, I was scared shitless. Scared because of what this all meant for my life and, most of all, I was scared Deacon would find out. I was so paranoid that I parked a block away and walked to the house.
MARK
I was still recovering from yesterday’s tag team with JT and his brother, Lock. We spent a few hours in that sex room. They took turns using me in every position we could think of. Locke was crushing on me big time. I didn’t mind at all. Now I was the fuck boy for a kid half my age and size and I fucking loved it. He twisted my body to contort to whatever position he wanted me. I can’t tell you how relieving it was to lose control, sit back and let a hot dude take control, call me names, slap me around, manhandle me. When they left, I was nothing but a sticky, cum-drenched, sweaty whore. Locke gave me his number and told me I was a good fuck boy.
I took it easy all morning being lazy. Just after noon, I went into my gym and got a tough workout in, pumping up my body, getting ready for Rian.
I lay by the pool, tight blue speedo, Ray-Ban’s, thick hair swept back. I was looking sexy for my new fuck boy. I heard the front door Ring camera, checking the app, I watched the musclebound boy walk up to the front door. He used his key Deacon gave him and walked in. He skipped school like I told him. I told him to go to the gym and get a nice pump before coming over.
“Mark!” he called out. I smiled hearing him call me dad.
“By the pool!” I called back.
I had the humungous glass accordion doors to the pool open. He walked out and stopped when he saw me sitting next to the pool laying out on a lounger. My body was on display and the sexy blue speedo was sure to please the kid.
“Hey, muscle boy,” I said to the hunky kid, holding up a beer before taking a drink.
“Wow,” he said excitedly. “Damn, dude. You look fucking hot.”
I gleamed my bright white teeth, loving his reaction to my body. “Well, come on, muscle boy. Put on your suit and join me.”
He looked troubled. “I didn’t bring a suit. I didn’t know we’d be out here.”
“Go into my walk-in and snag one. I know you want to.”
He smiled. “Cool. Be right back.”
I only had to wait a few minutes. When he came outside, my jaw dropped. He strutted like a stud, knowing he looked hot. He had picked another blood red speedo. They were high cut showing more quad and corded hip flexors. His skin was smooth all over, tan and popped with muscle. His ass was a sculpture trying to burst out of the tiny spandex. God, I’m going to ravage that kid.
“Jesus, Rian,” I said in awe.
“You like it?” he asked with a smug look. He knew damn well I liked it.
“Cocky little fucker,” I replied with a grin. “Fucking swole, muscle boy.”
“Can I have a beer?”
I opened the cooler next to me and tossed him a can. He caught it one-handed with ease. He cracked it open and took the lounger next to me.
“You talk to Deacon yesterday?”
He looked a little uneasy. “Of course. Weird as fuck, though. I kept thinking that ‘oh my god, I’m having sex with his dad.’ I really don’t want him to find out.”
“Sorry. It’ll be fine. He won’t find out,” I said in a consoling fatherly tone.
“And my asshole was sore all day yesterday,” he chuckled under his breath.
I laughed. “Sorry about that too, muscle boy.”
“Are you though?” he asked sarcastically.
“Not at all,” I replied with a smile. ‘
“Asshole,” he jabbed and took another drink.
“But seriously, what’s going through your head?”
Rian sat quietly thinking. “I don’t know. I mean, I liked what we did. I like you.”
My heart swelled. The kid was so sweet.
He continued, “I’m trying to think back, since I’ve known you, if I have always been sexually attracted to you. I think when I hit 16, I was, but I just didn’t realize what it was; that is was really sexually and not hero worship.”
I nodded. He had really thought about this. “Well, are you attracted to other dudes?”
Again, he thought about it. “Yeah,” he answered hesitantly. “But only certain guys. Guys that look like you and me, real muscular guys, athletes mostly.”
“That’s understandable, Rian. You like hot guys, you want to be with hot guys, you are a hot guy. It’s obvious you would be attracted to the same kind of guys.”
He nodded his head and took a drink. My dick was stiff and stretching the spandex. He noticed it, stared at it for a few seconds and then rubbed his own dick. It began to grow.
“All this talk about dudes got you worked up, muscle boy?” I asked him, a little taunting too as I squeezed my cock.
He stared at my cock and then looked me square in the eye, gave me a sneer, and said, “Dude, are we going to fuck? Or talk?”
I raised an eyebrow in surprise at his sudden boldness. I slammed down the rest of my beer. I stood grabbed his elbow and yanked him up.
“Let’s go, fuck boy,” I growled as I pulled him behind me. My grasp was tight because I wanted him to know and feel what he was getting into.
I heard him say, “Ow,” quietly under his breath. It just made me pull harder.
When we got to the bedroom, I swung him around and flung his beefy body on the bed.
“Whoa!” he yelled out as he bounced on the bed. “Shit.” His eyes were big as he saw me coming at him, crawling up on the bed like a predator.
“Spread those legs for your man,” I growled. My eyes were mean and focused on his.
He spread them as I crawled up between them. I lay down on top of him, his legs crossed around my waist. I went in for the kill and swallowed his tongue. He moaned and groaned into my mouth.
RIAN
Jesus Christ, the man was coming at me like a fucking lion. I knew when I asked him if we were going to fuck or talk that he would love that. I knew it would make him aggressive. I just didn’t realize HOW aggressive. I swear he has the strength of 10 men. He flung me on the bed like I weighed nothing.
His kiss was passionate and hungry at the same time. He was such a fucking awesome kisser. He reached down and palmed my hard cock through my speedo. I ran my hands over his mountainous back muscles and his triceps.
All day yesterday, all I could do was think about Mark and the way he made me feel. I didn’t have lacrosse practice. I lied. I was just scared shitless. What happened between us was unsettling, but I still liked it. I wanted to do it again, but it made me nervous. Being the guy that another guy fucks was something I never thought I would experience. I felt like a bitch. I felt like another man’s bitch. But at the same time, if it was with Mark, I could be his bitch forever and it wouldn’t bother me. I just don’t want to be that way with any other guy. But I was afraid if I fell this far, this fast, it could happen again.
We made out for a long time, lots of sex sounds echoing around the room. My legs were wrapped around his small waist, and I wanted his cock to rub against my hole.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, he grabs me and flips me over on my stomach. He slaps my ass and kneads it with his big hands.
“Damn it, fuck boy. I love your ass.”
I craned my head to look back at him. “You made it. You fuck it.” Damn was I getting bold. I felt his face buried in my ass; his tongue was warm against the spandex covering my hole. It was so erotic.
Mark
The kid’s plump, bubble ass was exposed for me to take. He clenched it tight as he humped the mattress. I buried my face in that ass and licked it through the spandex. Fuck, he looked so hot in the small suit. I realized I had a spandex sports gear fetish a long time ago. It was always a bonus to find another guy who was into it. Rian was into it because I was, and he also liked the way HE looked in it. I caught him several times checking himself out in the mirror.
My heart rate was revving up and I felt like I was going to explode; I’d rather do that in the boy’s ass. I was out of control, and it scared me how much I wanted Rian. I reached for the lube I had placed next to the pillow. I pulled down the waistband of my suit under my balls and slathered lube on my cock. The boy’s back muscles were flexing, and his traps and shoulders strained. I poured lube on my hand and palmed his hole again. He flinched, squeezed his butt and moaned. I pushed a spandex covered finger into his hole. His head came up off the pillow, he hissed and then let out an “oh yeah!”
I had an idea that I thought would be fun. I’d done it before, and I knew he would like it. I pinched the back seam of his suit and ripped it open just around his hole. I was going to fuck this fuck boy while he was wearing the suit. I lubed up his hole. When I stuck my finger in him, he squirmed which was hot.
He looked back at me in surprise. “Holy fuck, this was so hot. You gonna fuck me while I’m wearing your speedo?”
I don’t know what I was thinking or where my head was at; I just saw red. I ignored his question. I had to have him so bad. I plunged my cock though the hole in the spandex, into his muscle pussy, and slid in until I bottomed out.
His head flew up and he screamed. “FUCK!” his hands fisting the sheets. “TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT!” His scream was an octave higher than it should have been. I woke from my trance, stopped fucking, and lay down on his back.
I tried to soothe him. “Shh, shh, shh,” I whispered in his ear. “It’s ok, baby boy.”
“No, it not!” He pushed up trying to throw me off. The kid was strong. But I was stronger. I didn’t want to pull out of him, not when it felt so good on my cock.
I reached around and covered his mouth with my hand. “Breathe through your nose, baby boy. Breathe”
He mumbled though my hand and it sounded like swearing. I didn’t want to hurt him, but I still wanted to fuck him. I decided to give him what he wanted but still stay in control. I wrapped my other arm under his chest, pressed my chest to his back and held him tight. The I arched my back, and I gently slid out of him. I felt his body go slack and let out a heavy breath out.
I held him tight. I kissed his neck. I whispered in his ear, “Sorry, muscle boy. I lost control. I’ll go in slow this time, ok?”
He shook his head and mumbled something. I just held him still. I took my hand away from his mouth. He was holding back tears. “That fucking hurt!”
I felt awful. “I’m so sorry, Rian. I just couldn’t hold myself back. You’re so fucking beautiful. I’m sorry.”
I kissed his cheek and ran my fingers through his thick hair. “You do things to me, Rian. It won’t happen again, ok?”
He was silent and still. He lay his head down on the bed and rested.
“I’m sorry, Rian. Just take a minute and relax. We’ll go again when you’re ready.”
“When I’M ready or when YOU’RE ready?” he asked.
I knew I had to make it up to him and I knew a way to get him to relax.
Rian
Oh, my fucking God! I feel like someone stuck a rifle up my ass and pulled the trigger. What the fuck was that? And he’s still on top of me. I’m not sure what to do. I can tell he’s sorry. Other dudes may be able to handle that, but I can’t. Not yet anyway. I loved the weight of him on my back. I love the smell of his skin against my face. I loved his big hands, and I love his powerful strength.
I took a few minutes to relax. I saw him reach under the pillow and pull out a little brown bottle. “Mark, I don’t think I can do...,” I was interrupted when he held the popper bottle under my nostril. He put a finger against the opposite nostril.
“Sniff,” he said plainly.
I sniffed and FUCK ME! That shit woke me up and made my heart race. I felt a surge run though my body and my head spun. It made me so fucking horny.
“There you go, fuck boy. Breathe it in. Let the poppers relax you.”
I started to hump my ass back against him. My hole itched to be filled. I suddenly felt high and not the kind of high I get when I smoke weed. This was much more potent. I felt his cock push at my hole again.
“I’m going in again, fuck boy. This time don’t be such a little bitch,” he growled into my ear. That motivated me.
I felt him slide in, all the way in, but I didn’t care. It felt amazing. He bottomed out and began his fuck. I writhed around on the bed, feeling high and erotic. Mark fucked me with aggression and gusto.
“Deep inside your wet pussy, fuck boy. Deep inside,” he said. He kept fucking me hard. “Arch your back, fuck boy.”
I humped into the mattress; my dick was so hard that it almost hurt. He jammed the bottle under my nose again. I breathed in and felt the world spin away again.
“I said, arch your fucking back, fuck boy. Do it.” I arched my back, and I felt him go deeper. “Good boy. I love my muscle boy.”
“Fuck me,” I found myself saying. “Fuck my muscle pussy.”
I heard him sigh a growl. He tensed his body and fucked in long hard strokes. He was in a push up position and he raised and dropped his ass down hard making his cock go deeper. I was lost in the feeling of it.
“Ok, shit! Oh, shit!” I squealed into the pillow. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...,” I kept repeating.
I could hear Mark’s heavy breathing and drops of sweat fell in my back.
“Your pussy is to fucking warm inside, fuck boy. It’s so fucking perfect.”
I squeezed my hole around his cock, and I heard him gasp. “Oh yeah! Squeeze that cunt, fuck boy!”
“Fuck me.” I cooed. “I got your fucking dad cock in my pussy.”
Mark
Hearing him refer to himself as my boy was too much. For a split second I wish he really was my son. A son that I engineered to become the man he is today. A hot muscle boy son, so handsome and so beautiful. But wait, that’s Deacon. I formed him just as much as I formed his buddies. He has my genetics, but I kicked them into overdrive. I built that boy into the fucking stud he is today, a mini-me. He was identical to me when I was his age. But I never crossed that line with him. I can with Rian.
I fucked the boy within an inch of his life. His swole muscular body being jostled around on the bed. I couldn’t stop. I wanted to engulf him. I wished I could climb into his body and be one with him.
Rian suddenly pushed himself up onto all fours and began to thrust his ass back on my cock. His head was flung back and his mouth open. He made guttural sounds while he slammed back on my cock. I looked down and saw my cock disappear between the spandex covered glutes into a smooth pink hole. He looked behind and up at me. His teeth were clenched, his face serious as he tried to jam as much of me inside him as he could. I think I created a monster.
“Cum inside me you fucker!” he screamed at me. “Come on! Cum inside your boy!”
Oh shit. That did it. What the fuck? I think I lost consciousness as my body felt like it had been electrocuted as it tensed up and my balls felt heavy. My cock expanded inside his ass, and I felt torrents of sticky sperm flood the boy’s muscle pussy.
I went dizzy and collapsed on his back. I felt him jerk and convulse as he had cum without touching himself. Then, he fell flat taking me with him.
I rolled off the kid. His forearm under my neck. He curled it up bringing my head to his shoulder, where he snuggled it. He ran his fingers through my sweaty hair.
“God damn, dude,” he said while panting. He kissed my forehead while I recovered. Yeah. That was so hot. Fuck, I wish I was Deacon.
My eyes shot open. I looked up at him. “Really?”
“Uh huh. You’re the best dad. I’m so fucking jealous of Deac. He has everything I want, and he doesn’t even know it.”
“No, he doesn’t,” I said solemnly. “He’s a great kid, but I spoiled him too much.”
“You are so fucking awesome, and handsome, and hot, and rich. What son wouldn’t want that. The only difference is how I would show you my appreciation.”
I looked up at him again and smiled. “You’re beautiful, Rian.”
“I’m your muscle boy.” He kissed me again, “I’m always going to be your muscle boy.”
“Deal.”
“Let me recover for a few minutes, and then I want you to fuck me again, on my back, so I can see my man’s handsome face while he fucks me.”
“You’re mine.”
