I was lounging on the couch, scrolling on my phone resting on my belly, looking at porn, when my boyfriend started pacing. Not just regular pacing either—he was full-on frantic, like a puppy that lost its favorite chew toy.
“Baby?” I called out, putting my phone down and adjusting my cock in my underwear. “You good?”
He stopped in the middle of the living room, his brows furrowed and hands fluttering like he wasn’t sure where to put them. “My cousin’s coming over.”
I blinked. “Okay. That’s nice.”
He just stood there staring at me for a second, like I hadn’t fully understood what he said. “My cousin,” he repeated, as if the extra emphasis would jog my memory or send me into the same panic he was clearly feeling.
And then it clicked. Oh. That cousin.
The Greek-god-in-a-backwards-cap. The human protein shake. Thighs like tree trunks, arms like rope-wrapped hams, that perfect jawline and sun-kissed skin that always looked like it had just come from a photoshoot for some bro-tastic gym brand. I wish I was kidding the man was a walking billboard for a frat house.
My boyfriend—my sweet, beefy, scruffy muscle cub of a man—looked like a power-packed pit bull in comparison. Dense, strong, a little chubby. The kind of guy who could carry all the groceries in one trip and rip the lid off a pickle jar without even trying. I adore him.
But his cousin? His cousin was the kind of handsome that made people forget what they were talking about mid-sentence. Including me.
Jer starts snapping his fingers in my face.
I give him a small smile, trying to play it cool, even though my insides suddenly felt like they were trying to twist themselves into a pretzel. “Okay,” I said, nodding. “That’s nice.”
He looked at me, eyes narrowing just slightly. “You good?”
“Yeah,” I said too fast. “Totally. Why wouldn’t I be?”
My boyfriend was still standing there, chewing on his lower lip like it owed him money.
“You know,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “how much attention he needs when he’s here. It’s like…I don’t know, like babysitting a golden retriever with a six-pack. And we haven’t seen each other in a while. I’ve just been so stressed with work lately, and now I’m trying to clean and make space and—ugh.” He threw his arms up.
I stood up slowly, brushing off my shirt and crossing the room to him. I put my hands on his broad shoulders—those big shoulders I loved—and gently rubbed small circles with my thumbs.
“Why don’t you take a few days of PTO and spend some time with him while he’s here?” I said. “How long is he staying?”
He sighed, leaning his forehead against mine with a little grunt of appreciation. “He didn’t say.” Then he paused, considering it. “But… that’s actually a really good idea.” He pulled his phone out of his back pocket and started tapping away. “I’m putting in the time now before I forget.”
I nodded, smiling softly. “Good. You deserve a break.”
And while he was busy requesting time off, already mentally planning bonding workouts and catch-up sessions, I started stroking my own little excitement. My cock was hard again. Not the stressful kind—just the harmless, lowkey thrill I knew I'd get at watching his cousin walk around our apartment shirtless like it was a gym ad on loop. I didn’t care how long he was staying. That man could take his time.
Without a word, I sink to my knees in front of him, looking up at him with a sultry gaze. He raises an eyebrow, surprised, but doesn't protest as I reach for the waistband of his shorts.
I tug them down, letting them pool around his ankles and exposing his muscular thighs and boxer briefs. I can see the bulge of his cock straining against the fabric, and I lean in, burying my face in his crotch and inhaling deeply.
The scent that fills my nose is intoxicating - the musky, sweaty aroma of a man who's just come from the gym. It's a heady combination of his sweaty balls and clean, soapy freshness. I wish he was a little riper, a little more... I don't know what I'm looking for really... just more.
I moan softly, my cock twitching in my own underwear as I nuzzle against him, licking and sucking at his sweaty balls through the thin fabric of his underwear. He grunts, his hand coming down to rest on the back of my head, pushing me harder against his crotch.
"Fuck, that feels good," he groans, his hips starting to roll forward as he fucks my face with small, shallow thrusts. "Keep going, baby."
I oblige him, pulling his boxer briefs down and freeing his hard, throbbing cock. It springs out, slapping against my cheek and leaving a smear of pre-cum on my skin. I lick it up, savoring the salty-sweet taste of his arousal before wrapping my lips around the head of his shaft and sinking down, taking him deep into my throat.
He moans loudly, his grip on my hair tightening as he begins to fuck my mouth in earnest. I relax my throat, letting him use me like a fleshlight, drool dripping down my chin as I struggle to breathe around his thick girth.
As I look up at him, I notice that his eyes are on his phone, his other hand typing furiously focused on something. Curious, I pop off his cock for a moment, wiping the saliva from my lips.
"What are you doing?" I ask, trying to keep the suspicion out of my voice.
He shrugs, a guilty expression flitting across his face. "Nothing, just...watching some porn on my phone."
I raise an eyebrow but don't press the issue, figuring that if he needs some visual stimulation to help him relax, then so be it. Also because he forces my head back down and pushes his cock back into my mouth. So I'm thoroughly distracted by sucking his cock, letting him control the pace as he pistons in and out of my mouth.
The sounds of his moans fill the room, growing louder and more desperate as he nears his peak. I can feel his balls tightening, his shaft throbbing against my tongue as he gets ready to cum.
With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself deep in my throat and explodes, flooding my mouth with his hot, bitter seed. I swallow it down greedily, milking every last drop from his twitching cock.
As he pulls out, he looks down at me with a satisfied grin. "Damn, baby, that's exactly what I needed. Thanks for taking care of me." He roughly pats my cheek.
I smile back up at him, licking my lips clean of his essence. "Anytime, babe. You know I'm always here for you." I pull my underwear down around my thighs and stare up at him furiously jerking my cock.
As my boyfriend leaned down to kiss me, I can feel the heat building between us, the intensity of our connection crackling like electricity in the air. When we finally break apart, he grins down at me, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Listen, babe," he says, his voice low and husky. "I've got some stuff I still need to take care of. You can you know... take care of it yourself right?"
I raise an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading across my face. "You mean... alon... sure baby, I may need your help once I'm close though."
He chuckles, his hand drifting down to give my ass a playful squeeze. "Sure babe what ever you need. Just use your imagination until then?"
With a wink, he turns and heads out of the room, leaving me alone with my throbbing erection and a head full of dirty fantasies. I sink back down to my feet, my hand already wrapped around my shaft as I start to stroke myself slowly.
As I fuck my fist, I let my imagination run wild, picturing my boyfriend in all sorts of naughty scenarios. I imagine pinning him down, his hard cock pressing against my belly as I pound his ass and he growls filthy things into my ear. I picture how he was just fucking my mouth like a cheap whore, using me for his own pleasure until he fills my belly with his hot cum.
Then my mind drifted to Zeek, Jer's cousin. I couldn't help but picture the man's body, his muscular chest and chiseled features, the way his jeans hugged his firm ass. The fantasy grew more vivid with each passing second, until I was imagining my man's cousin bent over in front of me, presenting his tight hole for inspection. I could almost smell the Zeek's musk. I knew for some reason he had a strong scent. In my mind's eye, Zeek reached behind himself and spread his cheeks, smiling as he revealed the pink pucker of his asshole. I leaned in, breathing deep of that intoxicating scent before running my tongue over the sensitive flesh, tasting the salty-ripe
The fantasy was so vivid, so real, that it was all I could do to keep from blowing my load right then and there. I had to grip the base of my cock tightly, taking deep breaths to calm myself down. "B...Babe!!" I call out
I hear his footsteps approaching. I look up to see my boyfriend standing in front of me, his eyes dark with lust as he takes in the sight of me on my knees, my cock in my hand.
"Need something big guy?," he purrs, stalking towards me like a predator stalking its prey.
I grin up at him, licking my lips as I continue to stroke myself. "I'm so fucking close, babe. Could just do 'it' for me...you know?"
He chuckles, reaching down to cup my chin in his hand. "'It?' What do you mean?," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "If you want something you have to ask for it." He smiles evily rubbing my beard.
"I want to bury my face in your ass and breathe in that musky, sweaty smell of yours. Can I do that? And I want you to tell me about someone you want to fuck."
With that, he turns around and bends over, presenting his tight, muscular ass to me. I can see the faint sheen of sweat on his skin, the musky scent of his arousal filling my nose as I lean in for a closer look.
He chuckled darkly, his hands gripping his cheeks as I lean in behind him. I breath over my skin, hot and heavy, as I get my nose as close as I can.
"God, you smell fucking amazing," I growled, my nose pressing against my pucker as I inhaled deeply. "So sweaty and perfect. It's making me so fucking hard."
"Is this what you want?" he asks, looking back at me over his shoulder with a wicked grin. "You want to sniff my ass like a good little bitch?"
I moan softly, my cock throbbing in my hand as I bury my face between his cheeks. The scent is even stronger here, the tangy musk of his sweat mixing with the clean, soapy aroma of his skin.
I breathe deeply, letting the scent fill my lungs as I press my nose harder against his hole. He groans above me, his fingers digging into my hair as he grinds back against my face.
"Fuck yeah," he growls, his voice strained with pleasure. "Get that tongue in there, baby. Taste me."
I obey without hesitation, my tongue darting out to lap at his tight pucker.
"Hey, babe," I say, glancing up at him. "What happened at the gym today?..." This is our little game. He knows where to take it. I love when he dirty talks like this to me.
He hesitated for a moment, his grip on my hair tightening. "Yeah, actually," he says slowly. "I ran into someone there. This guy from my past that used to fuck me like crazy."
I felt a twinge of jealousy, but quickly pushed it aside. He always talks about random hookups never people he's fucked before. But I'm down to go with it. "Oh yeah? What was he like?"
"He's so hot," my boyfriend admitted, a hint of embarrassment in his voice. "We started chatting while we were working out, and catching up then...well, things got a little heated." He whimpers.
I raised an eyebrow, a mix of curiosity and arousal coursing through me. "Heated how?"
He took a deep breath, his fingers digging into my hair. "When I was changing in the locker room, he cornered me into one of the showers. Closed the curtain and just...pushed me up against the wall. He kissed my neck,pulled my pants down and started rubbing his big fat cock against me."
I gasped, my cock throbbing in my hand at the thought. "Did he...fuck.." I cough "did he fuck you baby?"
He nodded, a guilty look on his face. "I couldn't help it, babe. He was just so...intense. And I was so worked up from the gym. He bent me over and just started fucking me, right there in the shower. I didn't realize how much I missed his cock how good it felt how much I needed it."
My boyfriend had started stroking his cock again while I ate his hole.
I moaned, as his hips rocked back against my face as I thought about the imaginary scene. "Did you come?"
"Yeah," he said softly. "He shot his load deep inside me and made me cum without touching myself then just left me there, half-hard and leaking. I could still feel him dripping out of me on my way home."
"Baby, let me taste him," I said, my voice shaking with need. "Please. Push his load out onto my tongue. I want to taste the cum that's still inside you."
He looked at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he pushed his hole out onto my tongue. My tongue slid in and I licked his inner walls enjoying the taste of him. But tasted no cum.
"Can you still smell him on me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "We were both so sweaty from working out. His balls were fucking against my hole. Maybe if I push...you can still taste his load, baby."
I moaned loudly, my tongue darting out to lap at his pucker. The taste was strong and musky, the flavor of sweat mixing with the tang of his skin. I still couldn't taste the other man's cum. But I imagined the bittersweet taste of his seed mingling with my boyfriend's own unique flavor.
"Fuck," I groaned, burying my face deeper between his cheeks. "You taste so good, baby. So fucking good."
He shuddered above me, one hand curling against the wall the other stroking his cock hard and fast as I continued to eat him out.
"That's it, baby," I growled, pulling back just long enough to speak. "Keep stroking that cock. I want you to come all over yourself. I'm getting your hole ready for him to use again."
He lest out the loudest moan I've head him make, his hand moving faster as he chased his orgasm. I pressed my face back between his cheeks, my tongue working feverishly as I brought him closer and closer to the brink.
It didn't take long before he was there, his body going rigid as he cried out in ecstasy. I reached up to rub his balls and I felt them twitch in my hand as he shot his load, the hot, sticky fluid splattering against the floor as he came hard.
At the same time, I felt my own release building in my balls, the pressure almost too much to bear. With a final, desperate lick at his ass, I buried my face deep between his cheeks and let go, my cock pulsing as I emptied myself onto the floor too. My nose deep breathing his scent.
We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us trembling and gasping as the aftershocks of our orgasms washed over us. Finally, when we'd both caught our breath, I pulled back and looked up at him with a satisfied grin as he turned around to face me.
"That was...intense," he said, his voice hoarse with exhaustion. "But in the best possible way."
I chuckled, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "I'm glad you liked it, baby. Because we are going to have to do that again, where did that come from?."
He smiled down at me, nervousness love and desire shining in his eyes. "With you, I'm always down to fantasize about anything. No matter what it is baby."
Well that was a non answer if I ever heard one. But I was too spent to push further. We had never taken that next step, he'd never hooked up with someone else, even though I wanted him to.
Finally, when I'm completely spent, I went to get a towel. "Goddamn, baby," he says, his voice rough with emotion. "You really did like that." We both stare down at my load on the floor. It is massive. I'm scared It could warp the wood if I leave it there too long, there is so much cum.
"I love you too," I say softly. Cleaning up our mess. "More than anything."
"I love you my sexy man." He winks at me and goes back to preparing for his cousins arrival. A little less franticly now.
