Put A Club On It

It was a beautiful evening. Not too hot. Bit of a breeze off the lake. I sat on the bench overlooking the paved path that wound its way along the shoreline of the water, darkness swallowing up the day.

Summer was almost over. At just 26, I was now dating a woman and contemplating marriage and settling down. I had loved a man deeply and then lost him to a tragic event. I had fucked my way around Europe afterwards. Then loved again only to be left hurt and disappointed. Too many men, too many feelings, and too many heartbreaks. I was desperate to have that relationship again, to be so in love with a man who loved me back like I had with Joe. But it wasn’t happening. I couldn’t find the one again. No one was ever good enough to be Joe.

I figured marrying a woman would cure that. Or at least numb the pain.

I met Allie through a group of friends when I had returned from Europe. She was a smart girl with a unique laugh and eyes that seemed to dig into me. I was attracted to her, and loved the sensation of sliding into her at long last. Falling for her was easy. She made me forget everything. I was becoming someone different.

Yet here I am, in the night, sitting on a park bench in a spot I know as a cruising area. Looking for something else that will catch my eye, wondering if I could keep my urges at bay. Because even with Allie, opportunities continued. Encounters tempted me.

And I kept giving in.

Allie and I had been dating for almost a year. She had a strong tight knit group of friends, and as we matured and began careers, our lives slowed down from partying to evenings in. I was living on my own, in my own apartment just outside of the downtown area. Allie still lived with her parents, so she spent a lot of time at my place. We spent a lot of time hanging out, watching movies, and having a few of her girlfriends over as I was the only one with a place of my own. Her best friend Jill had just started dating a guy, Justin. We hadn’t met, but Jill was smitten with him, describing him as a buff guy with a great sense of humour much like me. Jill was a cute little thing, very bubbly and kept Allie in line. I always thought of Jill as someone who would attract a nerdy guy, so when she told me Justin had bigger arms than me, I was suddenly very interested in meeting this guy. I had been so good for so long, devoted to Allie, and behaving like a straight guy should.

But once again, those urges were surfacing. Especially when I met Justin.

During that summer, a whole year after I returned from Europe, Jill and Allie planned a night of card playing for us couples to finally meet this boyfriend of hers. A couple’s night as we looked towards true adulthood. Allie made appetizers and we prepared like a little married couple the arrival of our friends. My apartment wasn’t huge, just a normal little place with a kitchen wide enough to have a table, a good sized living room and two smallish bedrooms. One housed my stuff and the other had a pullout sofa that my mom had let me borrow for any overnight guests. I had been good, sticking to my straight life, and had not had too many overnight guests that needed to use it.

I was good, not perfect.

The ones I did have didn’t use the pullout. Or stay long enough to require sleep accommodations. But I was desperate to be the straight man now that I had Allie.

So when the buzzer buzzed and the ensuing knock came on the door, I was actually a little bit anxious to meet this buff boyfriend of Jill’s. I tried to hide my excitement as Allie opened the door and I heard his deep voice saying hello before I could get a glimpse. And to my surprise, he was extremely pleasing to look at.

He wasn’t much taller than my 5’9”, maybe by only an inch or two. He had wavy dark hair that was longer all around his head in a messy, sexy sort of jockish way. His eyes were brown, his face fairly attractive with a great little smile, his nose seemed a bit big to me at first, but seemed to match his thick features on his face. He was a meaty looking guy despite only being a bit taller than me, probably outweighing me by 20 or 30 pounds. He was wearing shorts and a polo shirt, bare feet in his flip flops that looked thick like the rest of him. Because the rest of him was solid. He was stocky, with big shoulders and meaty muscled legs, and his arms were indeed massive. Huge biceps on him with a light brown dusting of hair on his forearms that matched his legs. His thick eyebrows raised as he took me in and held out a thick paw.

“Nice to meet you pal!” His deep voice echoed in my hallway as I took his hand in mine, feeling like it landed in between a thick pillow. His hand was soft and large, and I suddenly felt a surge that I’d kept quiet for a couple of months.

“You too!” I answered back, matching his pitch. I clapped my other hand on his shoulder and squeezed his upper bicep. “Looks like someone works out hard!”

Justin backhanded my abs in a flash. “Look who’s talking! Jill said you were ripped.” I tightened my abs and put my hand on the flat section he had just hit as they stepped inside and I could close the door. I watched his legs move, the muscles above his knees bulging as he stepped out of his flip flops, the way his toes curled up to kick each one off, and the way the veins in his feet swirled around his ankle. “Might have to arm wrestle you later.” He added with a laugh, clamping a mitt on my shoulder and holding it there, giving me a squeeze this time.

The girls ducked into the kitchen to carry in the food that they had brought, leaving us in the hallway, Justin’s hand still on my shoulder. I turned to him, with a winning smile, my blue-green eyes suddenly bright and wide. “Wanna drink?”

Justin’s lips smushed together. “Damn straight.” He said, showing off his pearly whites in a bigger smile, his eyes widening at me. He had a great smile, that seemed to make him look even more attractive. Or it might have been the fact that his hand was still on my shoulder. “Just one. I’m driving this one home.” He flicked a thumb towards the kitchen, indicating the giggling Jill.

I moved into the kitchen, feeling his hand fall from me and I felt a slight shiver run through me. It was nice to be in the company of another hunky man, even if it was my girlfriend’s best friend’s straight boyfriend.

We all sat together in the living room for a while, chatting it up, getting to know more about Justin, where they met, what he was doing for work. I half listened as my eyes ran up and down his body, noting the solid looking chest and protruding nipples under his red polo. The way his arch on the bottom of his foot looked as he crossed his leg. The size of his hand as he held his glass. The way his thick looking tongue came out a bit when he was thinking. And the way his eyes kept glancing over at me.

Jill announced that we needed to play cards, and jumped up with her drink and pulled at Justin’s hand. “Boys against girls tonight. You can be Brian’s partner.”

Justin’s eyebrow raised and he grinned over at me. “Sounds good.” I sort of felt my heart race and my body react as I caught his glance.

It was the first real flirt I felt from a guy in a long time. Or was I just imagining it?

We moved into the kitchen where I had a small table and stated a game of Euchre. Sitting across from him, I tried to focus on the cards. His smile suddenly seemed to be directed to me. There was a gleam in his eyes when he looked at me, or so I thought. I was thinking things I hadn’t thought of for a while. When I got my own place, I had gone a little wild, picking up anyone that showed any interest. Since meeting Allie, I had tried to stop, tried to convince myself that Allie was the way I wanted to go. I was done with men. Supposedly.

Jill’s boyfriend, a supposedly straight guy, was sending me different signals. My insides were igniting once again at the thought of this beefy guy, sitting across from me, smiling at me as if we shared a similar secret.

For the first while, it remained casual. He was funny. Smart. So not what I expected. I could see why Jill liked him. I was starting to like him. A little too much.

It was when our feet touched under the table that I felt that true spark.

Justin’s eyes flicked up to me as I moved my foot sideways. “Sorry bud.” I said instinctively. He didn’t respond, or break the stare. Just the right side of his mouth turned upward in an imperceptible grin.

We kept playing, beating the women again for the second game, Justin tossing his final hand down in a triumphant move, extending his arms up above his head, his biceps lengthening before he grabbed the back of his neck and flexed. As if just for me.

And then his leg extended under the table and I felt his bare foot brush up against mine. My eyes looked up at him and I saw that grin still. I waited to see if he would pull away, like I did when I accidentally touched his foot. But he didn’t move.

And neither did I.

“Another round?” He said staring at me with a wider grin.

Jill gathered the cards and started to shuffle. “Deal!” she said, giving him the deck. Justin’s tongue came out as he leaned forward, his big hands manipulating the cards. He looked down to shuffle, then peered back up at me.

“I could use another drink.” He grinned at me, his foot still pressed up beside mine.

“You’re driving.” Jill said, giving him a wifely look.

Justin let his head roll back, giving me a nice view of his thick neck and big Adam’s apple in the middle of his throat. “I guess I’ll have water then.” He said dejectedly at me.

I got up, feeling his eyes on me as I made another rum and coke for myself and checked on the wine glasses for the women. When I returned with his water, I tested out the grinning Justin and slid my foot back where it was, right next to his fleshy one.

Justin’s eyes looked at mine as he felt my foot and didn’t pull away. “Thanks man.” He said, holding it up in a silent “cheers” before he brought the glass to his luscious lips. I found myself watching, holding my breath as I saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. He let out a lip smacking “Ah” before he added “Nothing like water.” He said with a glare at Jill. Then he winked at me, and moved his foot over top of mine, rubbing it with his. There was no doubt he knew it was mine.

I froze, my eyes staring down at my cards in my hand, feeling Justin’s heavy foot covering mine. There was no mistaking this movement. Especially when he started to rub the top of my foot with his, and his eyes were watching me.

I sat up, but kept my foot locked under his, feeling my dick swell at the feeling of another man’s foot on mine. So when his second foot moved next to my other one, I almost spit out my drink. I looked over at Allie who was in mid-gab with Jill, neither one of them aware of the activity happening underneath the table.

Justin was sitting there across from me, acting like nothing was happening, while I felt my insides flipping around, and wanted to get my hands on him. Every time the tip of his tongue appeared as he contemplated a move, I wanted to kiss him. Every time I saw his hand resting on the table, splayed out showing the width of his fingers, I wanted to feel it wrapped around mine again. And as he moved his foot seductively over mine, I wanted to rip his clothes off.

“You alright over there partner?” I heard his voice say. My eyes flicked up, seeing the slight grin on his face. I noticed they were all staring at me.

“My turn?” I said, feeling my face going red as Justin’s feet continued to press against mine, rub against mine, play with mine.

“Clubs is trump.” Allie announced. My own club was thickening as this game of Euchre became something totally unexpected.

I looked at the cards on the table. “Who’s ace is that?”

“Mine.” Allie said with a grin.

“Put a big ol’ club on it!” Justin yelled out.

“Hey! Table talk!” Jill nudged her boyfriend, but he didn’t take his eyes off me.

“It’s not! I’m sure he’s got a big club to put down.” He looked briefly at her before his shit-eating grin returned to me. “Show me your big club pal.” He winked again, causing both Allie and Jill to giggle. “Put a club on it!” He said with a wicked stare up at me as the girls laughed louder.

“Oh stop!” Jill said, nudging him again. “He’s such a perv.” She said to Allie.

I had to look down at my cards, unsure of how red my face was. I knew how hard my cock was, and it got harder as Justin’s foot moved up and down my ankle, rubbing my leg on purpose.

“I don’t have a big club.” I mumbled, avoiding Justin’s eyes.

“Yes he does!” Allie blurted out, causing both her and Jill to laugh even louder. I blushed, looking up at them giggling like mad and saw Justin’s one eyebrow raised. He mouthed the word “WOW” with his perv looking grin.

“Okay that’s enough.” I said, trying to keep my face from reddening. But I found myself moving my foot over Justin’s. Causing his grin to widen even more.

Allie looked shyly over at Jill and winked. “He really does.” She whispered.

“So does Justin.” Jill grinned, avoiding Justin’s smirk.

He shifted in his seat a bit, moving his feet slightly back and almost away from mine, but his eyes glared up over mine as he moved them back to mine. He squinted slightly at me, and I wondered what he was thinking.

“Maybe we should compare clubs?” Justin smirked at me, causing both women to laugh more. They were obviously feeling the drinks, and I could feel the swelling of my 8 inches. “Come on Bri. Let’s go see who’s is bigger!” He laughed loudly, and grabbed my hand, pulling me up from the table and exiting the kitchen.

I tried desperately to hide my growing bulge amidst the shrieking laughter from the girls.

“Seriously? What are you doing?” Jill giggled, standing up.

Justin gave a mock look at her and pushed me out of the doorframe. “We are going to be men and settle this once and for as to who has the bigger club!” Justin laughed, pushing me ahead of him, towards the back bedroom door as the girls got to their feet in over-the-top laughter.

“What are you doing?” I protested slightly, before he pushed me into the room and then turned and slammed the door tight.

With a loud raucous laugh, he yelled through the door. “Okay girls. We need a minute!”

I could hear them laughing down the hallway as he stood in front of me, his big hand up on the door to hold it closed as the girls giggled their pretend protests.

We stared at each other for a moment, until Justin moved directly over to me and grabbed my crotch. “I am so into you.” He said quietly, his lips inches from mine. “And this feels fuckin’ huge bro!”

“But…” I started to say before his mouth moved to mine and he kissed me, hard, and fast.

He backed away, staring at me, holding his own bulge in the front of his shorts. He put a finger to his lips and then moved both hands to his shorts, opening them up quickly and pulling his white underwear down over his package.

His cock was thick, dark hair underneath, veins apparent on the stiff rod pointing sideways. He flashed me for a second then pulled his underwear back up and zipped up his shorts again and put his hand to the door.

“Holy fuck Brian it’s huge!” He yelled loudly, putting his big hand over my mouth as my eyes widened. I could hear the girls give another shriek of laughter, and Allie’s voice yelling back “Alright that’s enough you two!”

He turned his head sideways, staring at me as he held his hand over my mouth, studying me. “You know you’re fucking hot.” He whispered before he pulled his hand away, and then kissed me again. Hard.

He pulled me off the door and wrapped his arms around me, squeezing our bodies together, and breathing into my ear. “I could have a lot of fun with you.”

When he let go of me, he took a step backwards, pulling at his hard cock in his shorts. I could see the outline of it, knowing it was now fully hard.

“Let me see how big your club is.” He whispered as I stood there, looking at him.

As if in a trance, I repeated his actions, quickly opening my shorts up and pulling my underwear down over my shaved cock. I had my back against the door staring at my girlfriend’s friend’s boyfriend, with my dick sticking straight out at him.

“Holy fuck.” He said quietly before I did up my zipper and leaned back on the door. I had to adjust as my cock was too hard to be contained if we kept this up. Justin looked back at me. “Seriously dude. We could have a lot of fun together.”

He went to reach for the door to my side but stopped, moving into me. I could smell his cologne, something cheap from the drugstore, and him. There was an intoxicating scent of his flesh that was burning into my nose. I saw his head lower a bit, and then turn towards me. His cheek brushed against mine and I heard him exhale before he moved into me and kissed me suddenly again. I responded, opening wide and feeding him my tongue as his entered my mouth. We both took a sharp intake of air and I felt his chest push into mine. The door made a sound and we broke free, startled, thinking it was the girls. But it was just us, knocking against it.

Justin just smiled at me, his eyes hovering over my face, looking at my lips. “What do you say I drop off Jill and come back.”

“Take Allie with you.” I whispered before he backed away.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and turned away from me, his big ass on display for me yet again as I too stepped away from the door. “I need to calm down before we go back out there.” He said, showing me the front of his pants. It was obvious.

I grabbed a stack of my CDs and flopped down on my bed. “Here, look at these. They’ll come looking for us in a minute.”

Justin sat down across from me and my eyes went to his thick leg bent on my bed. I stretched back as he casually picked up a few CDs and started rummaging through the rest. And in a couple minutes, he was right. The door opened suddenly and the two girls appeared ready to comment on what they found.

But what they found was two guys sitting on a bed talking about music.

“We were wondering what you guys were doing in here?” Jill asked with a giggle.

“Well, we were wondering what you two were doing out there!” Justin snapped back with an evil grin. He avoided my eyes as the girls wandered around my room. When things had…calmed down…Justin stood up and gave Jill the eye. “You ready to head out?”

Jill nodded. And on cue, Justin added to Allie:

“You want us to walk you out?”

Allie sort of paused with her mouth open and then turned to me. I shrugged and said it was fine to go, since we both had to work the next day. Allie then agreed, letting me know that her and Jill had put away most of the dishes and stuff.

So as I said good bye to the three of them at the door, it was Justin who gave me a quick glance back and winked at me, signaling to me that he would be back shortly.

Like a flash I finished cleaning up and then jumped in the shower as fast as I could. I slipped back into my clothes, sans the underwear, and waited barefoot for sounds coming down the hallway. It felt like forever before there was a soft knock on my door. I opened it as calmly as I could to see Justin standing there, hands in his pockets, looking rather shy.

“I’m back.” He grinned and stepped inside.

This time the hesitation was gone. There was no fear of being caught. There was nothing holding him back. The door wasn’t even closed all the way and he was on me, pushing me against it again and kissing me hard. My cock swelled as blood rushed to my loins and tented in my shorts.

“Come on.” Was all I said as I pulled him back to the bedroom we were in before.

Justin shucked his shirt enroute, and I caught a glimpse of his impressive torso, thickly muscled like a football player, small tuffs of hair in between his beefy pecs and a small line leading down into his shorts from his flat bellybutton. I copied and stripped off mine as I moved to the bed. He practically tackled me on it, rolling me onto my back and pinning me to the duvet, straddling over top of me, his knees on either side of my body as his hands moved up to hold mine down.

“Fuck buddy. Look at this body.” He grinned down at me. Where Justin was thick and meaty, I was more lean and ripped with less body fat. He bent down to my neck and started to kiss me, moving down over top of me, sliding down my body as his mouth and tongue worked around my nipples to the top of my shorts. “Let’s get this monster out again so I can taste it this time.” He cooed, lifting his eyes to look up at me. He was sexy as fuck and I just laid there and enjoyed this jock on me.

He pulled my pants down and off, giving a little “oh?” as he realized the underwear was now gone. With a big paw around the shaft of my penis, he held it up and went down on it like a pro. I felt a wave of dizziness as he started to suck my cock like an expert. This was not the first time this stud was giving a blow job. I let out a series of moans and spread my arms wide, adjusting so he could fully enjoy the length.

My eyes were closed, my head was lobbing back and forth as Justin sucked on my pole. Popping sounds from his mouth, satisfactory “Ahhhhs” and the low groans from his throat filled my quiet room, until he made his way back up my body and planted a deep kiss on me. I could taste my own cock on his tongue which made me hornier for him. I tugged at his shorts and he assisted, freeing his own beast and letting it flop out to my hand. I grabbed at it, pulling at it to see just how big and thick I could get it, until he rolled over and onto his back, lifting those big feet in the air to pull his shorts free. Now we were both naked, and both going nuts.

I rolled over on to his body, feeling the thickness of it compared to mine, copying his moves by starting at the top of his neck and moving my way down his body, kissing and licking it along the way, until I was face to face with his meat. It wasn’t as big as mine, but just as thick, and I easily took him in, making him practically sit up in shock.

“FUCK! You know how to suck dick too!” He leaned back, letting an arm drape across his face as he moaned while I worked on him. “Fuck bro!” He yelled out at one point and started to shift, moving his body sideways and heading for my cock. We shifted into a 69 position, Justin loudly swallowing down my cock as he continued to feed me his. His legs were spread and I enjoyed the feeling of those big tree trunks moving around as I kept at him, sucking his dick while he slurped on mine.

I kept looking up at him, watching him feasting on me, watching the way his hand worked my base as he made sure I had access to his. My hands roamed around to his ass, holding onto it to work on his cock, until I saw him looking down at me.

“Looks fucking hot, two buddies sucking each other off like this. What a stud you are!” He grinned, jerking my cock by his face. He laid back, letting his cock stick up straight as I moved with it, his hand still on mine. I wanted him suddenly. I wanted to feel another young guy inside me. Without thinking I moved over him, applying a lot of spit onto his cock as I sucked him one last time, before I went up his body and moved my ass over his cock, straddling his body.

Justin’s eyes opened as I grabbed his cock and moved my ass over it.

“Wait, what are you….” He started to say, his hands moved to my hips. But it was too late. My ass gave way and I felt his thickness enter me raw.

His eyes widened and it looked like he went to protest. But his knees bent, and his grip on me tightened. “Wait….fuck!” He said as his eyes rolled back. He held me in place, not moving, his cock throbbing in me.

“I wanted to see what it felt like. Your cock in me. Bare.” I leaned over him a bit, planting my hands on his pecs. His eyes opened and his mouth dropped into an “o” formation. He let out a big puff of air and he lifted his pelvis slightly, causing his eyes to close again.

“Fuuuuuuuuck you feel so tight compared to Jill…..” He groaned softly. Then his eyes opened and I pushed down on his pecs and straightened up over him, causing his cock to sink in deeper, causing him to shudder a bit and moan loudly. “Jesus buddy don’t.” He grabbed my hips and held me still.

I waited for a bit, wondering if he was going to shoot already. I played with his big pecs and stared down at him. “Don’t tell me you’ve never fucked a guy before?”

He shook his head sideways. “No. I’m not fucking gay.” He said with a slight grin.

I slid my hands upwards to his neck and leaned into him, kissing him, hearing the sounds he was making as my ass started to lift off his cock before moving back down on him. “Well hang on buddy, because you’re about to be.”

His hands left my body and moved up to my face as we kissed, the sharp intake of breath apparent as he started to fuck me. Hard. I grabbed his hands and planted them over his head, holding him down as I started to ride his cock. His mouth dropped open again as if he couldn’t control what was happening. I was going to milk the cum out of him like this. Determination set it. This jock stud was mine tonight.

It didn’t take long.

I slammed my ass up and down on his cock, hearing the satisfying smacks of my ass slapping against his thighs as his eyes remained wide-eyed, his mouth hanging open, his body giving in to my efforts. Like riding a bike, I rode this stud to high heaven until he was unable to control his bodily functions.

“Holy fuck I’m going to shoot!” He suddenly yelled, his eyes widening, his mouth more open now. I didn’t stop, even when his hands reached for my ass to try.

“Then shoot buddy!” I yelled back, putting my hands on his pecs and pushing him into the bed as I slapped down on him harder and wiggled my ass around to ensure he wasn’t going anywhere. I felt his body convulse under me and the for the first time his eyes squeezed shut along with his mouth and his face tightened.

“Shiiiiiiiiittttttt….” He started to moan before his teeth gritted so tight he stopped breathing all together and let out a wild, bucking movement as he released his jock load into me.

I felt it. The sensation of his cock erupting. The flooding of my ass as I stopped my movement and held onto his beefy chest. I grabbed my cock and sat backwards, letting his volcanic eruptions continue as I started to jerk mine. Justin was thrashing around under me, trying to control his movements as he shook uncontrollably, me hanging onto him, legs locked to his side as if I was trying not to get bucked off a wild stallion.

His eyes opened just in time to see my cock spurt out my load in a thick line up his chest to the bottom of his chin.

“Holy FUCK pal!” He groaned, giving another shudder under me as ropes of my cum landed in a line down the centre of his torso. His chin went down to his chest, trying to see it all dripping down the sides of his body. “Fuck me!” He roared as he stopped shivering and let his hands move up his own body and smear my cum into his skin.

I leaned back in satisfaction, feeling his cock softening fast and daring to escape me. I squeezed my ass and he automatically looked up at me with a loud moan.

“Oh fuck pal. You are so fuckin’ sexy right now. I think I just might be gay for you!” He said laughing, running his hands up my sides.

I wiped my own hand across my chest and moved to get off, letting his cock flop out of me onto his body and searched for something to use to wipe myself down with.

I heard him moan again on my bed and turned to see him admiring his own cum covered body, pulling at his flaccid cock and smearing more of my cum into his upper body.

“Seriously pal. I’ve never cum so fast.” He rolled sideways and stood up, his naked body looking mighty fine with a glorious sheen to it. He smacked my ass and frog marched with me to the wall, banging my body against it as his mouth covered mine in a hungry kiss.

His big hands groped my jock ass and squeezed hard.

“THAT was unbelievable.” He growled at me, his nose touching the side of mine, his lips just hovering over mine. “Who knew I’d be so into you.”

I suddenly felt something, a tinge of guilt as he kissed me again. I had a girlfriend now. So did he.

I found myself pushing him away. “We should clean up.” I tossed him a shirt from the chair in my room which he took to rub over his body, cleaning up remnants of me.

I found my underwear and stepped into it as I watched his body move around me, searching for his own clothes. I side-eyed him, staring at those feet that had rubbed up against me just hours before. He had a great body, thick and stocky.

So why was I hurrying to get rid of him?

For the entire week after that first time with Justin, I had a hard time seeing Allie. When she suggested getting together with Jill and Justin, I found an excuse. But by Saturday, I was agreeing to see them again.

I wanted to see him again.

We set it up for the following weekend. And I secretly couldn’t wait.

Secretly.

I wasn’t good at secrets. Yet here I was, Friday night as it darkened. Sitting on a bench in this cruising area I had happened upon by chance one night, trying to quelch my thirst for more. Like I couldn’t wait for Justin one more night.

Or was it I was looking for something else. Something not so close to home. Something a little more secretive and not so close to home.

So when I noticed the tall guy in the baseball hat with thick looking arms glance my way as he walked by me on the path, my brain shut down once again. And my dick made me stand up and follow the shapely figure into the darkness.