Alternate title: Dude You Reek … GOOD!
While we’ve been visiting New Jersey I did a dumb-ass thing; I tripped, fell, and wrenched my neck and back! Since a car accident two and a half years ago that’s been a bigger problem; my neck gets out of whack easily, that causes my muscles to spasm, that causes more tension in my neck, and I start walking like a sideways hunch-back and wincing with every step.
We had plans to take my grandsons and my kids into the Big Apple; so Papa Kent and Papa Daniel did the honors after I awoke predictably barely able to move. I lay around our luxurious AirBnB for hours feeling sorry for myself before I decided to do something about it after re-watching six pimp eps of GOT.
I called a chiropractor I’d used once. It was a wing and a prayer that he’d be available Saturday early afternoon; still the name of my original recommending friend was quite influential. After a few organizational sentences we got to, “Oh right; Roy and Elise’s surrogate son. I certainly remember you!” and “I left the gym in Red Bank ten minutes ago and have to go home and shower and change then drive almost all the way back so about an hour and a half.”
I told Stephen Dr.-Kimball-is-way-too-formal-for-a-Saturday instead he could shower in one of the bathrooms where we were staying and cut all but about ten minutes until my relief; he was blocks away. “Seriously Al that’s very kind of you; it’s a lot of driving on a beautiful week-end when everyone is out.”
About Stephen: Italian heritage but American build; six-one, shoulders that nearly scrape the doorway, solid muscle and a considerable amount of it, strong capable hands, an ass that fills out his scrubs and calls out to you, and a bulging crotch that … well I’ll try to keep this professional.
Yeah he was everything I remembered him to be; and more. “I can see you’re tight and tilted,” he said with concern and reached out and dug into my left trap.
“FUCK!” I swore involuntarily. He instantly released his grip and I swore again. “Oh fuck man! Don’t stop!” The first f-bomb had been the overpowering whiff of him; HEAVY masculine sweat, undertone of soap, and something I couldn’t pin-point. He was close enough and when he raised his arm and his hairy pit was exposed by his tight compression muscle shirt my head spun.
“I thought … “ he said but began rubbing my shoulder again and went at my neck.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh man don’t stop,” I moaned gutterally.
He shrugged-off his gym duffle and it hit the floor as his other hand took my other side and anchored me for a firmer dig with the first. A double-barreled shot of his musk combined with the sudden relief his hand was giving me from the pain, tightness, and stiffness and I was hard in the boxer briefs I’d put on and putty in his hands.
His grip began to get lighter until he was only brushing my bare shoulder and he stepped back. “I need that sh … Oh HELLO!” He’d noticed my hard-on; the Ingenuity Mars explorer could probably see it if I was outside. “I um … “
“Shit! Sorry!!!” I began to turn away but his firm hold on my other shoulder stopped me.
“Al one important thing right now is EASY motions. Don’t surprise your muscles and for Christ’s sake don’t tense-up!” He looked down and smirked then looked back square at me. “Up here anyway; don’t tense-up. Relax.”
Fuck no way I could relax when I was completely turned-on by Steve. “I uh well I’m not gonna be able to relax THAT anytime soon. Just sayin’.” He smiled and began more firm rubbing. “Oh fuck!” I moaned.
“You know some comedy writer could make a great scene about this. I’m giving you therapy and you’re aroused but your moaning isn’t the arousal.”
“It sure as heck could be!” I said before I realized it.
His hand stopped abruptly and he stared at me intently. “Your husband,” he said with his deep voice grinding and trailed off.
“And our boyfriend,” I said and his eyebrows raised.
“Not exclusively the goodie two-shoes best bud jumping on a plane to care for his injured friend are you Al?” he said and for that his voice rumbled and reverberated in my ball-sac.
“To quote Claus von Bülow,” I said before I realized he’d probably neither read nor seen Reversal of Fortune and dropped my voice lower like his, ‘You have no idea!’”
He smiled with a bit of uncertainty thrown into the obvious enjoyment.
“How about we play it like this Al? Shower first. Then … “
“Stop there!” I said sternly. He did. I moved my arms slowly, raised his left arm and enjoyed the heat and fur of his muscle. I lifted it into the air and leaned into him and bowed my head enough for my nose to meet his still-sweaty pit. I inhaled deeply, moaned as the strength of him rushed my senses, and his breath caught. Then I nuzzled my face and inhaled again; another moan from me and he met mine with one of his own. “No shower until after.”
His breath caught again. “After what?” he asked with raspy tones.
“Everything,” I answered huskily as I nuzzled and licked his neck. When I let my right arm move to his gym shorts and took his substantial manhood in hand he moaned and shuddered. “It’s not just me,” I told him.
“Al,” he started and I squeezed his balls and caused him to yip.
“Yes Stephen?” I replied, rolling his sac in what was obviously a jock-strap.
“I came here as a therapist,” he moaned as I felt his hard-on throb against my hand while I moved his heavy balls around.
“Therapists get horny too,” I told him. “You have anyone keeping you from this?”
“Only my professional conscience,” he more moaned than spoke.
I nipped his neck behind my ear and his body reacted almost violently. “Oh fuck man!” I slowly licked up from the place I’d nipped and he moaned for the entire time. “Ohhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmm.”
He gently moved back a step. “Al why don’t I get you loosened-up first?” I almost said, As nice as this is, while giving his throbbing hard-on a last squeeze, some spit and I’m good, knowing that my husband’s monster has me well-conditioned. Instead I just raised my eyebrows in an expectant smirk.
Steve went red-faced and he sputtered, “Your neck and shoulder Al!”
I laughed. “A guy can hope,” I said with a wink.
He relaxed a tension that had appeared with the flush. “First things first patient,” he said and looked pointedly to my hand on his dick. I removed it; reluctantly. His breath hitched again and I was glad for the acknowledgement.
Steve looked around the plush AirBnB; his brows furrowed. “We seem to be in a loop here but I’m going to suggest we do this on a bed.” I smirked. “It’s about angles and relaxation of muscles,” he added quickly.
“I thought that’s where we left-off a moment ago,” I said suggestively.
“I mean to get your neck and shoulder loosened-up,” he shot back with mock exasperation. “And since we’re stuck in this path I’ll say that we could have you sitting in a chair but you laying prone will enable your body to relax.”
I laughed. “At least until … “
He took me by the shoulder again and gave me a gentle nudge. “Show me the way.”
When we got to the main bedroom he gave a whistle. It was a nice place; no question about that. He then made quick work of removing the many pillows and neatly smoothing the bed-cover again. Turning to me he said, “Now for the last innuendo. I’m going to sit at the head of the bed with my back against that art piece that looks like it’s the head-board. And you’re going to lie prone with your shoulders over my spread knees and relax your head into the space … by my … And this,” he hurried on, “is the last chance for me to shower quickly because I’m pretty rank down there from my work-out.”
“Get the fuck on my bed so I can get my face in your crotch!” I said with a growl and surprised him.
He started to move and I stopped him. “Shorts off; jock-strap optional!”
“Al … “ he began to protest.
“My bed; my rules.”
“Are you always this bossy when you bottom?” he asked as he stripped-down his shorts.
I was happy to see an athletic jock-strap; basic wide-waist, white, and the pouch partially wet where a very thick knob poked it out of shape between his thickly-muscled hairy thighs. “Nice!” I commented. “And who says I’m bottoming?” I added with a smirk.
“OH!” he sputtered. “Well then my day may be getting even better!”
Well okay then!
“That looks painful.” I gestured to his confined twisted hard-on as he peeled his compression shirt up and exposed a hairy perfectly-toned muscular torso that could have sold any fitness magazine. His scent wafted heavy as the movement and exposure freed it and my senses were on overload.
The nearly-naked chiropractor looked down and touched his twisted hard-on in his distended pouch, frowned, and then quickly flipped his jock-strap out and down. A gorgeous fat veiny hard-on sprung forward and that caused my breath to catch as it swayed to stillness above an enormous set of balls. The bush around all was lush and looked natural but must have been trimmed to be so perfect. I forced myself not to drop to my knees by reminding myself that I’d have my face in his lap soon enough. “Fuuuuuck!” was what I muttered.
“Thanks?” Steve asked adorably.
“Oh you’re so VERY welcome!” I told him suggestively.
I’d been wearing only boxer briefs when I answered the door and still was. We don’t wear clothing at home so this was a lot for me. “Don’t suppose … ?” he asked gesturing with his grinning face down to the part of me that was clothed but exposing nothing.
I put my arms out in a welcome-to gesture and he grinned. He bent and deftly took hold of the waist, pulled the front far out and then down exposing my fully-hard dick and then further to free my balls. With care he brought the rear over my butt then deliberately crouched as he pulled them down and licked just the barest tip of my head exposed. I sucked in a breath as he “Mmmmmmmmmm”ed.
Then he was up and bounced back on the bed and scooted back and spread his knees wide. I wasted no time though moved carefully with my neck and maneuvered myself prone; my nose was my GPS to guide me until his leaking tip was in my face. Fucking hell did he smell ready! I had to adjust my hard-on twice under me until I could stop being uncomfortable.
With my shoulders on his knees I was raised a bit. “Let your neck relax forward,” he said quietly.
Don’t mind if I fucking do!!! I thought as my forehead came to rest on his shaft and I was literally breathing-in his tip. And then his hands were on my neck and shoulder and as appealing as that dick was and as heady as his aroma I began wafting into another space full of relief from hours on end of pain. I have no idea for how long I moaned and thoroughly enjoyed feeling the tensed muscles release more and more. Until he cracked my neck and it sounded like a bomb going off but felt like a floor had opened and I was falling into bliss.
His dick was still turgid but no longer raging stiff; the crack of my neck had me conscious. I got the tip of my tongue to connect with his foreskin and fat knob’s ridge; it jerked at contact. The musk and salt was heavy and caused my own to throb under me. “DUDE!” he huffed and momentarily his hands slowed on my skin.
“Sorry; not sorry,” I said from his lap and the words causes my lips to tease him.
“Christ Al!” he gasped. And then I felt his groin move and his carved abs against my head … and his finger make contact with my taint without touching my ass first and then trace up and over my hole and fully through and up my crack.
“FUCK!” I gulped. And no I didn’t gulp his knob into my mouth.
“When we’re done,” he said with a laugh and teased my hole. “And don’t think we’re flipping the script here; I’m still taking that monster of yours.” Yet all the while he was making my hole crave the fat stinking again-stiff one in my face.
“I feel done,” I told him honestly. Steve laughed and increased the pressure with his hands. “Or … “ I back-tracked and let his hands wander my upper back.
His dick was raging again and I licked it again. He just hummed and moved himself forward which served to give my tongue a bit more contact area on his dripping tool; it also gave his hands access to my glutes to which he gave intense attention.
“Christ!” he muttered when I managed to get his knob in my mouth and used my tongue to lick around it under his thick foreskin. “Dude FUCK! It’s been a while and I might go off here.” Still despite his caution he scooted his butt forward some to give me access with my mouth to more of his length.
Steve’s dick was all rough topography; heavy veins like the ones between his muscle and skin elsewhere and steel underneath. I had the most of him in my mouth that way and he’d backed-off my butt though what he was doing to my lower back was amazing. “Goddamn your husband and boyfriend are lucky men!” Steve said more than once in different variations. I could have corrected him and told him I’m the lucky one; but my mouth was full.
I felt him thickening and hardening more; the ridge of his head started flaring. “Fuck Al FUCK! If you don’t stop I’m gonna shoot!”
I didn’t stop but I couldn’t go all-in either; him all-in me due to the angle. I did the best I could to get any more and sucked and licked harder. His hands were flat on my back as if he was bracing himself, his upper body was tensed, St v. legs were trembling, and his toes were curled by my thighs.
“Oh dude! DUDE! Dude fuck I never … Ohhhhhhhhhhh … “
And a huge blast hit the back of my mouth and opening to my throat as he shouted and began bucking. I sucked hard and didn’t waste a drop as he swore and gasped and exclaimed how he never came from blowjobs. And all the while his babies pumped and pumped until I thought he’d never stop!
But he did; finally. And with a loud groan of satisfaction he gently pushed me off his spent and over-sensitive dick.
“Whoa dude!” he cried shocked when I yanked his legs up and pushed them back over his head; the stud was limber. When I pressed my mouth over his sweaty musky hole and spit a mouth full of his babies I hadn’t swallowed he growled, “Oh for fuckin’ sure! Get me wet and destroy my pussy!”
Feminizing male body parts is a huge turn-off to me but my balls and raging hard-on didn’t give a n F by then! “Damn right, stud!” I growled myself after taking my mouth and tongue away from that deliciously rank cavity. When I went back in he grabbed my head and began grinding his hole into my face and riding my tongue. Have to say his core muscle strength and control was impressive.
But I was ready; and there was no stopping. I did pause momentarily with my drooling knob pressed lightly against his winking opening. “Neg; for everything. Tested two weeks ago. On PrEP,” I panted and began pushing against his resistance.
“Me. Nnnnghhh. Toooooohhhhhhfuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!”
I breached him without mercy and he clamped his strong legs around my waist and leveraged me a third of the way in him. “A. Mmmminnnute,” he huffed. His hole felt like it might just squeeze the nearly three inches that was inside him clean off me he was clenching so tight.
I grinned down at him. “Big man,” I taunted him.
“You fucker!” he fired back. But he was grinning and his fat dick was fully hard again.
“Sure am. And you’re gonna take every last inch.”
“You’re damn handsome Al. And you’ve got a monster dick. I know you know how to use it. But my hole hasn’t been used properly in longer than I remember.” He said it all very calmly as his breathing evened out. I was pressed but held inside him; only his tight ring and chute muscles keeping me out and his legs keeping me from forcing him.
Then he opened; the pressure choking my shaft painfully receded and I instinctively ground my hips and he moaned and pulled me in with his legs clamped around me instead of holding me back. I pressed forward; farther into the searing heat and tightness of him.
“Ohhhhhnnnnngggghhhhhtttttttt,” he groaned so low I felt the rumble in my dick inside him. I ground the last bit of me into him; against him and he grinned showing some effort.
Looking up and straight into my eyes he said, “Come on stud!”
All restraint left both of us then. Pulled back and slammed in. He yelled, “FUCK yes! Come on!”
He worked back on me almost as aggressively as my own thrusts. Anyone watching us would think I hadn’t fucked in years when in fact I’d gritted my teeth with the neck and shoulder pain that morning and had taken it out on our boyfriend Daniel’s amazing butt. Of course my husband was so turned-on watching that he finished his first load spit-roasting Daniel and then kept right on with my ass. Bliss is the word I’m looking for.
But while I was fucking Stephen it was more like determination for whatever reason; like that stud owed me more relief than my neck and I was gonna slam his guts full of that other relief.
“Fuck Al FUCK!” Steve cried with abandon.
He was holding his own knees back by his head and wasn’t working his hole back on me as much as he had been. I kept the pace fast and the force high and he mostly groaned and moaned and swore.
For me unless a guy is working my balls it takes me a long time. There was nobody there to do that; Stephen didn’t know that anatomical clue about me and he couldn’t have reached anyway. So on it went.
Fortunately his tunnel muscles were stalwart and well-trained and eventually I began to feel the spark. By then sweat was flinging off me and Steve’s and mine both was rolling off him. The spark may have been the masculine miasma heavy around us.
But knowing I could get there I worked my angle into him a few different ways until I pay-dirt with a loud squeal and a violent jerk. “Oh fuck man. THERE!” he shouted and let his left leg go slack so he could reach for his dick.
“NO!” I growled and slapped his hand away and roughly shoved his knee back up.
“Awwwww fuckkkkkk man!” he moaned but kept jolting with every thrust. Then he started shouting that he might be gonna, that it never, that he couldn’t believe it. Somehow that fired my after-burners and I slammed into my own explosion inside him just as he shot a long rope up to his cleft between his pecs.
He was shouting loud enough for both of us; I just let myself go and zoned-out and rode the pump. When I was more aware I was slumped against him and both of us were panting like dogs in the desert. And then we heard it.
Clapping. Stephen’s head snapped sideways and he gasped, “OH SHIT!”
I heard my husband’s voice. “Thank Christ boys need naps!”
Daniel added his two cents. “OUR BOY was getting his bell rung and had his bell on the SHAGGING silent setting.” They both laughed.
“Stephen these two comedians are my husband Kent … “
“That would be me,” I heard Kent’s low rumble behind me come closer and his hand came into view for Steve to shake.
“And our boyfriend Daniel,” I finished and Daniel replaced Lent shaking Stephen’s hand.
“Our pleasure; or it will be next!” he said confidently.
I rolled off Steve and we both yelped as I painfully twisted my dick out of his hole.
“Fuck boys!” Stephen said. “As much as I … “
Kent’s voice boomed. “That wasn’t an invitation; you’re not going anywhere until we’re done with you.”
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