The church was silent, but at the reception, whispers filled the room. No one could believe what my mother had done. I kept to myself, embarrassed that she was marrying someone only seven years older than me. I could almost feel my long-dead father turning in his grave.
When she introduced me to Clive Barrows, he shook my hand and held it a bit longer than necessary. There was also a glint in his eyes as he looked at me.
Clive stood at six-foot-two, with broad shoulders, chiseled features, a strong jaw, and hypnotic blue eyes that seemed to look right through you. Quick-witted and clearly intelligent, he had muscles on top of muscles. He worked as a weightlifting instructor at a gym called Titan Force Athletics.
His dark blond hair kept slipping into his eyes, always tousled from running his fingers through it. His pecs and biceps were sharply defined, and his thighs were thick and powerful. Next to my pale skin, his glowed with a sun-kissed, golden tan.
Yeah. The first time I met him I felt a stirring in my cock. Damn, he was the perfect example of a virile, passionate man. So why was he marrying a 60-year-old widow?
When they got back from their honeymoon, Clive moved into our house. He brought along his home gym, which he set up in the third bedroom. His wardrobe took up half of the master bedroom’s closet and even spilled over into the third bedroom’s closet. He had more clothes than most women. And to top it off Clive drove a sleek black 2026 Mercedes.
A few weeks after they got back, Mom received a call. Turned out, the Vegas office was losing money fast. She jumped on a plane, thinking she’d be home in a day or two.
"Alright, the lady’s gone—time to be men!" he exclaimed, stripping down to his white thong. "Come on, Poindexter, drop your drawers, don’t be shy!" Clive urged with excitement.
"I'm fine, thank you." And turned back to my homework assignment. College was harder than high school. I said to myself.
Clive crept up behind me, tugged off my t-shirt, shoved my schoolbooks aside, and pulled me out of my desk chair. I struggled but he was much stronger than me. He grabbed my jeans and yanked them down revealing my Fruit of the loom white briefs.
"No. No! We do not wear Fruit of the loom briefs in my house." He grabbed me and pulled me into the third bedroom. He opened a dresser drawer and rummaged through underwear pulling out a pair of white Calvin Klein briefs. He turned to me and pulled down my Fruit of the loom underwear. As he did, he smiled wickedly. "Nice cock, kiddo!" Then he slapped my ass as he pulled up the Calvin Kleins briefs. "Good. They fit good." My cock was twitching now.
I admit the underwear felt nice and tight, but they were another man's underwear!! I couldn't get that out of my mind. When I finished my homework, I decided to take a hot shower. I stripped. I wasn't under the stream of water for five minutes when Clive walked in the bathroom naked. He opened the glass door and walked into the shower. I froze. He grabbed a bar of soap and started washing my back.
Clive handed me the soap, "Do my back for me."
As I washed him, I couldn't help but notice his ass was two perfect spheres, hard and tight. I obeyed and washed his back. My dick did more than twitch. I didn't want him to see my erection.
His dick was huge, at least nine inches. I felt a soaped-up wash cloth against my butthole. I felt his fingers across my quivering hole multiple times. He spent a lot of time washing my hole. Then ignoring my hard cock, he soaped up my genitals. I could hardly breathe at this point.
We rinsed our bodies. I washed my hair. We stepped out of the shower together. I wrapped a towel around me as he started drying my back. Then he pulled the towel from my body and dried my hard dick and balls. I was hard and he knew it. "You know your mother told me you were gay."
"You're kidding?" I was stunned. I had told her that in confidence.
"After the first time she introduced me to you, she told me. So please don't worry about your hard-on during the shower. I was hard too." After he finished, he walked out naked into the master bedroom. I ran to my room and pulled up the Calvins; he'd given me and put on a t-shirt.
We ordered a pizza and ate in silence watching The Big Bang Theory. When I went to bed, I whacked off thinking of Clive's beautiful naked body. That cock! His ass! The muscles. My mother was lucky. It's probably why she married him. That had to be it.
Next morning, he literally pulled me out of bed. "Gym time. Get up. I was in my new underwear, he'd given me. I was proud.
"Can I have something to eat first."
"Yes, protein drink and power bar. Then I'm working your ass over. You need muscle kid!"
When I finished, he pulled out a jockstrap. "Drop your Calvin's. This is one of my jockstraps. I'm giving it you. It should fit you fine. Never workout without a jock. Got it?" I was behind him as we walked to the third bedroom. I took a quick moment and sniffed his jock. His aroma filled my nostrils and turned my cock into granite. His jock intoxicated me.
Clive gave me a workout explaining how to lift weights and how to create a routine. I was exhausted but exhilarated. The best part was when I was lifting weights, he stood over me and I could see up his shorts. He wore no underwear. I just stared at his low hanging hairy balls. I started getting hard. If he saw my hard-on, he didn't say anything.
The day turned into night. After dinner, we watched TV. I grew tired. My body ached. I excused myself and went to bed. I dropped off into sleep. At some point I was awaken by a flash of light. And then it was gone. Clive slipped under my covers. I felt his body move closer to me. I felt his hand on my arm rubbing it softly. Then his hand was on my stomach. His fingertips rested lightly on the waist band of my underwear. I felt him kissing my cheek. Then his fingers went under the waist band creeping ever so slowly to my hard cock. He squeezed it. Jacked it a little then whispered in my ear. "Have you been fucked?"
"No."
"Can I fuck you?"
"Please I want to feel you inside me." I astonished myself for being so bold.
"I'll be gentle."
Clive flipped on the lamp. Then pulled my underwear down. He rolled me on my belly and spread my legs. His mouth met my butthole, and he licked my tight hole passionately. With lube on his fingers, he gently put two into my waiting hole. I was so hard I thought my cock would burst. He slapped his dick against my anus repeatedly. Clive greased himself up and slowly laid his cockhead at my back door.
Slowly he pushed his dick into my waiting. I knew it would hurt. I braced myself. Clive pushed it in an inch or more and my dick got harder. Then he pushed himself in. At the least three inches. I was panting but the pain subsided. Another inch. I felt that. He grabbed a small bottle from the nightstand. Opened it and put it under my nose. "Breath in deeply." I did.
Soon my head was in the clouds. He put another inch in and then another. I was taking his cock. Yes. There was an uncomfortable feeling, but when his lips met my mine, it manifested into pleasure. He pushed more of his cock into me. The room swirled. "Put it all in, Clive."
He handed me the small bottle again and I took a deep breath. My head hit the clouds again and I mumbled, "Fuck me, Clive. Fuck me."
At the height of the poppers, he shoved the rest of his massive cock right up hole. Oh God it felt so good. I never thought ... So big! The sensation blew my mind. Every nerve ending sang out in abject pleasure. He picked up speed. I was doing well. Loving it. Wanting more.
Glive's hand went under my body, and he took hold of my stiff cock jacking me off. We got into a rhythm. The pain turned into tingling across my body. My hole felt full and I wanted more.
"Fuck me! Pound me! Cum up my hole. I want you!!" I screamed.
His thighs bounced against my ass. The sound was like music. And then in a cosmic rush we both screamed out as we dumped our loads.
He yelled as he came. I came screaming from pleasure. We panted. We wiped up after he turned on the light. Then turned it off and fell into each other's arms. Exhausted we both felt asleep peacefully.
The sun rose and suddenly the door slammed open. "WHAT THE FUCK!" There she stood her face filled with anger. "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
Sleepily, Clive woke. "It's not your house. Your husband left it to his son. You know that. Furthermore, I married you to get close to your son. I loved him from the minute I met him. So fuck off you silly old hag!"
