The Exploration Of Nate

CHAPTER I

DECISIONS 

Nate was heading out for beers with the guys from his old corporate job. The monotony was soul destroying. He jacked corporate life in a few months back but still kept in touch with everyone. He was a photographer at heart. Getting a good shot was his passion. Picking up corner shop shifts and taking a handsome redundancy meant he could take his time building his portfolio. 

Nate was at another change in his 25 years. With his mischievous blue eyes, olive skin, signature glasses, top knot, light beard, sleeve and 5’8 tight body, he wasn’t short of attention. He welcomed it from both sexes. 

He was increasingly disinterested in women recently. Sex was predictable no matter how wild he made it. He didn’t want a relationship. Happy with his straightforward life. He’s always been straight to the point and verbal in sexual encounters. He’d gotten to thinking  lately, would men satisfy this straightforward urge for no strings, no bullshit sexual gratification? Men getting powerful and messy with each other. That sounded like something worth exploring. Wanting limits pushed and his insatiable sexual appetite satisfied. Time and time again. 

Back to now. One shameless beer selfie for the Gram stories. 

POST: Out with the boys. 

Nate wore a blue t shirt, stone wash jeans, brown Chelsea boots and his battered brown leather bomber. On his way out, a DM from Chris.

Chris was a handsome outgoing gay guy about 41, from the same company.  They had dangerously flirted in work over his time there. Chris grabbing is cock at the coffee station when no one was looking happened a few times. Nate was never phased. Harmless fun. Chris had a huge personality. He was built and perfectly tanned. He had a hot PE coach vibe going on. 

CHRIS:  You give me the horn. Miss you in work mate. Beautiful man. Get over to mine later when you’re done with the dad bods.

Nate thought, stars aligning? Chris was forward, he’ll give him that. Fuck it, reply:

NATE: Hey! Long time no see you dirty git. Yeah I’ll stop off on my way home. I’ll have had a few drinks so we can pick up where our flirting left off in the office before I left you all. *WINK EMOJI*

Shit was that too forward?  Another reply. 

CHRIS: Don’t tease a man. You want some filth I’ll be ready. *EGG PLANT EMOJI*

Followed by a photo. Chris’ tanned quads out in front of him, this photo was shamelessly taken to show off the fat bulge in his Adidas shorts, clearly. 

Nate swallowed hard and rested his free hand on his fly, feeling the material tighten.

NATE: I bet. Fuck what a weapon. Ok I’ll keep you posted. *CRYING LAUGHING EMOJI*

No further replies. 

Nate met Andy and Rob at a busy bar in town. 10 minutes from the flat. They updated each other on the last few months. Both getting suitably shit faced before having to return to houses filled with wives and kids at some point. God, 30s and 40s looked dull. 
Nate couldn’t get Chris’ random interaction out of his head. He made his excuses and went to the toilet. In a cubicle he grabbed out his phone. 

CHRIS: Having a smoke and a beer. Ryan is out like a light. Offer still there mate.

NATE: Leaving now. I’ll be at yours in 15.

CHRIS: You’re on.

Nate made his apologies and left Andy and Rob talking shit about work. On the way Nate grabbed beers and papers for a smoke. 

Knocking the door, Chris sprang through to answer. “Hear’s the handsome fucker! You alright mate. Get your arse in here.” Chris crushed him in a huge hug, They untangled.

“Hey mate. Long time. Look I know I was a little forward back then, bit carried away, but can we have a beer and that smoke? Catch up?” Nate tested the water with having had time to simmer down in the fresh air.

Chris looked on with a grin, “course that!” He lifted his arms up, “offer is always there mind you.” Nate noticed the slightly deflated but still prominent bulge in his shorts. 

They laughed until they cried at old now legendary work stories for an hour, eventually succumbing to the effects of the weed and beer. Chris’ invite still hanging in his mind. Ryan, Chris partner, was solidly asleep in the armchair in the other corner. Still.

Nate got a moment of clarity. He thought now was probably as good a time as any to at least study another man up close. The not so subtle previews Chris had been giving guaranteed this would be something to behold. A cheeky look and play around, won’t hurt. 

Springing off the sofa, he landed on his knees in front of Chris’ splayed legs. “Nah, come on then. I’m ready on second thoughts. We both know you’ve been dying to get this thing out and show it off to me. Those shorts are doing fuck all to disguise the fact you’ve been chubbed up for the last couple of hours, mate. Get your cock out so I can see what you’re so proud of.”

Chris a little startled and holding Nate’s determined stare, “fucking yes Nate.” With that the shorts were ripped off and flung somewhere indiscriminate. When Chris released himself from the shorts in a frenzy, a loud ‘tump’ sound punctuated the rising anticipation. Nate was hooked as he watched the smooth, curved, fat and impressively long member smack against Chris’ belly, visible from the partially risen t shirt. A hint of precum escaped slicking up the landing site. 

He looked on and took in the heavy and fat tool resting across Chris’ half visible belly. “Don’t touch yourself yet. Arms to your sides. I want to study it. Observe it.” After taking the sight in with a contemplative grin. Still knelt. “I’ll get straight to the point. I want explore men - what I can do for them, what they can do for me - starting with your cock tonight. Chris continued to stare at him, eyes widening slightly at what he was hearing. “I’m just starting out so I got a few questions about how you use that thing. They’re probably gonna make you bolt more precum, so get comfy.” Nate sniggered.

Chris sat back, legs still splayed waiting for what was coming next. Whatever that was.

“Fuck though, you’re huge.  I’ve seen gay porn and checked out the showers in gyms but then there’s yours. Jesus. It looks like it’s got a weight to it. You’re pretty damn hard and it’s still resting on your belly. Another leak. Fuck. You horny prick.” Nate, knelt with his arms crossed. His cocky defiance driving Chris mad. Most men would be all over his throbbing meat by now.

Looks at the mess you’ve made all over your belly. It’s soaking with prespunk already.” Nate gave his bulge a quick pinch to calm himself. Chris’ cock jolted up and a ‘tump’ followed with a watery slap on his now glistening lower belly again. “Christ, that thing is fucking raging. You’ve belted out more precum than most actually spunk. Starting to smell it to. Your balls must be throbbing like fuck already mate.” Chris didn’t even answer now just staring at Nate with his arms gripping the sofa. Clearly needing something to happen pretty soon. 

“In fact, let me get myself a taste of this.” With that, he reached out slowly at first and then slapped Chris on the belly. “Ah! You prick!  The fuck!?” Chris protested and winced forward before throwing himself back. “I just needed your juice, man. What? Have you sat like this, with that fat thing slapping around, squirting every time I open my mouth, and not get to sample some of it?” He justified. Chris couldn’t argue and he enjoyed the marvelling his swollen member was receiving.

Chris gawped as he saw Nate wipe the precum slicked hand all over his face and up his nose, not breaking his stare or grin once. “Ahhh, smells and tastes good man. May have leaked a little myself. Fuck. I can feel it.” Nate took his spit and precum soaked hand and rubbed his shameless bulge. Moist patch growing and growing.

“Fuck, what you packing in there, going on about me!” Nate grinned and folded his arms again, just licking his lips to get some more of Chris’ leakage. “You’re bigger than me, I’m 8’5, pretty thick as well. You must be 11 and your girth must be something to contend with.” Chris’ legs sprang in and out to compensate for not grabbing his cock. “Fuckin’ right. I’m big. Most blokes love it, get nasty with. Get the fuck on with these question” Chris was restless now. 

Huffing dismissively. “Alright. First up. Cocks like that normally pack a punch, you shoot a decent amount?” Nate enquired.

”Too right man. My loads are legendary. I’ve had to stop Ryan sucking me off after football in my new car. When I wasn’t making him down my load, I’d spunk all over the dash, roof and seats. Was getting wrecked!”

“Nice. Speaking of Ryan, does he struggle when he takes you in his mouth, or do you not care and ram your girth in and he submits?” Nate continued his agonising questions. 

“When getting filthy, I’ll come home from the office, call him to the hall way, pull my cock out, pull him to his knees and hold him against the wall. Dropping my cock down his throat on repeat. He loves it, pulls my trousers and pants down and uses my cheeks as handles.” He chuckled.

“Mmm, I bet. Looks like it would be a challenge. He’s a champ taking that in his hole, those thighs must make you fuck like a V8, too. How does he do it?”

Chris  was squirming in between answers now. “We’ve been together years. He’s used to my size and shape. We love sex, so wherever and whenever we can, I’ll slam him. Hard and fast finger blasting until he cums keeps him in check, I’ll do this anywhere to keep him on his toes. Toys and dildos are fun to keep him open, too.” Chris chuckled and continued. “I fucked him with one on a meeting at home once. I was on mute and my camera was off, got way too into it and spunked all over the screen. Shirt open, suit trousers round my ankles. Spunk fuckin’ everywhere. That was fuckin’ hot. Getting his pussy out while I’m on a call, what does he expect. Keepin’ at it is the game and we get pretty rough with each other and others when we can so pushing our limits always keeps it new. You should see him when I’m eating him out. Nearly bust my neck before now. Ughhh!”

With that a slop of watery precum bolted from his cock. Without hesitation, Nate leant forward and down, opened his mouth wide and let the lot land on his tongue. Lapping up the presex and resuming his position. “Mmm, had to get that. Getting it straight from the source makes it sweeter. Fuck this.”

Nate peeled his jeans off. Considering Ryan a minute and admiring how heavy he slept. Even with his man shooting spooge everywhere right next to him, keeping his black briefs firmly on, Nate moved closer again. On his knees now slightly forward. Hands the floor. 

“Jesus, your filthy. I’m like gagging for you to touch me or me to fucking do all sorts to you. I’m a bit terrified of how intense and forward you’ve gotten just in a couple of hours though.” Chris admitted, still writhing around.

“That’s me. I’m  fascinated by sex. The act, I don’t care about love and intimacy, maybe that’s why I’ve set myself this challenge to explore men. I’ve not done anything with one before. I’m not wasting any time either. I want to just get out there and conquer whatever I can. I’m ready for something new. I’ve reached my limits with women, they want all that crap. They’re beasts I need to get my hands on. Submitting is what I’m curious about, but I’d continue to be dominant and verbal at the same time. Still telling the big prick what to do. Slam, gag, whatever. On my terms though. I know men have a different energy and more powerful but I want to push my limits. Look at the fucking mess I’ve made you create without even touching you. I know I can turn most anyone if I wanted. I have no issue with men shamelessly flirting with me, as you know. It’s just the next step. In the moment though, I can’t get enough of everything about it. Like you’ve just seen. I’m filth you wouldn’t know unless you were in the moment with me. It’s just physical. No shame in that. Actually, let me get up in here.” Nate just couldn’t resist any longer. He’s tortured himself and Chris long enough.

”Fuck, yeah, go on.” Chris manages, whispering, opening his legs to allow Nate to dive in between his legs.

Nate pushes himself forward, making no effort to avoid his face making complete contact with the base of Chris’ cock and his sack. He breathes in forcefully, there’s a liquid sort of crackling as he nestles his face in the fluids between his face and Chris’ sack and thighs. Giving an ‘mmm’ to approve.

“Fuck yes. Sex musk is fucking intense.” Nate reported from his position between Chris’ thighs. Nate had Chris on fire. He caught Nate’s eye once he finished savouring Chris’ scent. Chris, with a frown, and his top lip curled into a slight snarl. Nate stared blankly. Pure lust. Chris pulled his legs in, wedging Nate in place. He needed something to happen soon. His grip was a signal. Nate did nothing to protest.

Both were now sweating, droplets forming on the now risen white t shirt Chris was wearing. His face, legs and forearms were glistening. Nate’s light blue t shirt, capturing drops of everything at the neck. Nate’s glasses in position although filthy. His face was wet with a mix of precum, sweat and a LOT of Chris. 

Dryly Chris said quietly, “I. Do. Not. Bottom. I’ll let anyone eat me out. I know my arse is smooth and tanned. I take time to keep it that way. So I’ll let it be worshipped. I’ll take a hard fucking with fingers, that can make me cum like a fucking’ cannon. That’s your lot.”

Nate says nothing but acts. Keeping Chris’ stare at first. Chris shivers as Nate brings his forefinger up to the dipping of the cheeks leading to Chris’ pussy. He jabs the finger back and forth. Bouncing between the cheeks at speed. The slapping sound vibrates through Chris and the sofa. Nate jams his face tightly into the space, slathering it with sweat, the precum melting from his face and what was freely falling from Chris’ cock. Lying unattended just above Nate’s forehead.

“Orrrrgh, shit! Yeah, keep doing’ that. Nasty shit man!” Chris tightened his thighs a little more. By now Nate was making snorting noises while he teased Chris’ entrance, savouring as much juice and scent as he could. He yanked his head back. “Arrrghh. Fuck yeah. That’s wild!”

Nate paused and took more gathered precum from Chris’ belly in his hand and smeared it over his face one more time. Before locking eyes with Chris. “Get up. Use me. Time for you to get a little rough. Use me like a rag and shove that thing in my face. I need to feel its weight. Slap me with it.” Nate yanked Chris balls and slapped his thigh in assertion.

Chris growled and more precum whipped from his cock, this time, he grabbed his cock and flung the seepage directly at Nate’s grinning face. Adding to what was already swimming all over it. “Filthy fuckin’ prick. Good aim. Come on then.”

Chris said nothing and was now sat up right and glaring. He let his thighs untangle Nate. Nate fell back a little on his knees grinning cockily, only for Chris to swing a hand around and grab his top knot in a fist. Pulling Nate crashing into his previous now familiar position. Holding him by the base of the top knot, Chris jerked Nate around dragging him all over his man spread. He clamped Nate’s face on his belly next, “you fucking caused all this, fucking clean it up you cunt.” Something took over Chris, voice was low and forceful. Nate was insatiable, “yes, use my face you prick,” slapping Chris on his chest. Chris pulled  him down in front of him. Holding Nate’s head, he finally grabbed his cock and dumped it hard over Nate’s face. Over and over. The sound was full, fat and heavy. Like a slap. Nate started to laugh through his teeth. “Fuck me this thing is brutal. Like I’ve been punched by a spunky fist.”

Chris was breathing heavily, Nate regained control, pushed Chris back on the sofa and on all fours moved back a step. 

“Fuck you’re a pig. A big cocked, alpha dad pig, who’d have thought.” Gaining more breath, Nate proceeded to pull his t shirt off. Chris nearly blew taking in the rest of the sleeve tattoo and the smattering of hair on Nate’s chest. Nate went back to all fours but peeled his briefs below his arsehole and spread his legs a little. “I want my hole out when blow your wad. Think of it as extra inspiration. Get the fuck up stand in front of me. I want to feel your thighs on me. Wank yourself over my face, I’m gonna bury my head in your balls. When you’re going to shoot, grab my head, I want the load on my face. Glasses, hair, nose, lips, beard, what ever. Make a fucking mess of my face.”

Nate leant back and watched on as Chris stomped toward him, resting his balls under Nate’s nose. Nate took his hands and rubbed the thighs of the man who was about to drench him in what would be a first for him.

Yank. 

“Oh shit, oh my, oh Jesus. Uuugh.” Chris held Nate in place by his hair as requested. Chris didn’t disappoint. The first rope shot over Nate’s head but he heard the jet leaving the fat head in front of him. The next landed across his face; diagonal, top to bottom, followed by another, next in his top knot, next a thick spurt on the bridge of his nose, next a double hit across his nostrils and mouth. Nate sounded like he was coming out of water for air, “fuck yes! ” Finally and Nate shuddered, as a final full jet -  for which Chris shoved his thighs forward slightly still holding Nate by the hair, causing him to shake in his grip like a doll, arms loosely draped by Chris’ feet, from the force of the shot - landed mid way down his back and travelled down the curve of his back into the  valley of his cheeks, past his puckering hole, round his own aching sack and resting on the floor. Chris smacked his cock one more time in Nate’s face. Huffed and slumped on the sofa.

Nate, covered in Chris, sat back and sighed. Very, very satisfied.

Then, Nate broke the sound of recovering breath. “Well THAT was an intro to what I need. I know we’ve had a smoke and a drink tonight but I do mean it. I want to explore my limits with men. If this is anything to go by. You can be my wingman and even get in on action, too. After tonight’s preview, you have to. Seriously though man, I trust you and want your involvement.” Nate was gathering his clothes, breath and putting everything back on. Not before reaching forward and pulling on Chris’ cock once, making Chris spasm in his state on the sofa. Wind up. 

Still breathless. “Take it fucking easy man. You just made me blow everywhere. Fuck off!” Chuckling. “Yeah mate cool with that, Tonight was insane. You’re a dirty fucker in the middle of it. This submissive stuff but you in control will be popular with blokes round here.” Nate noted, ‘around here? Chris must have some kind of supply of blokes he gets filthy with. Fuck. Could he tap into that? We’ll get back to that with him,’ he thought.

Chris continued still slumped back. “Honestly mate, you can sniff out a big cock needing a rough time easier than you think. Check out really normal places - stores, the beach front on family walks, gym, pools, you name it. Just keep an eye out.  It’s crazy but true. Bored husbands, dads, alpha geezers are the most filthy and rough. Once they’re being serviced they don’t care where they are. Text me when you get into some filth. I want to know. And what we got here, this is carrying the fuck on. Ryan will join us at some point. If he ever wakes the fuck up.” He reached and stretched some last spooge off his cock head and wiped it on his t shirt.

Nate, now dressed and ready to leave. “You bet. What a wild night. Fuck, Ry is unbelievable. Still sleeping. Christ I envy deep sleeping. I’ll take you up on both offers. Catch you soon. Oh and yes, before you ask,” he clicks and points at his spunk drenched face, “I’m walking home like this. Covered in you. If that gives you another load to shoot before you sleep, text me. Just airdropped my number. I’m out.”

Chris didn’t need to be challenged, after hitting the shower and getting Ryan to bed. He sprang to action again.

Nate got back to his flat. Spacious, calm and quiet. Free of booze and weed. He’ll run tomorrow to blow it all away he thought. He stood in his living room, main light on in front of his massive bay window. Probably people in their bedrooms looking from across the road. No care in the world. Let them. T shirt, jeans, socks, shoes on the floor by the kitchen area ready for laundry in the morning. Not to make a mess at home. Anywhere else was fine. Not here. This is a sanctuary. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and made tracks to his bedroom. Taking a quick swig on the way, realising he’d worked up a thirst. Not washing tonight, he wanted to savour it all. He ignored his own cock tonight. But as he sunk into his bed, took off his glasses, then licking the salty residue off them without hesitation, downing more water and returning both to his bedside table, his phone buzzed.

CHRIS - WHATSAPP: MEDIA CLIP.

Pressing play, Nate was met with a recording from Chris’ point of view with his cock jammed to the base in Ryan’s throat against a headboard. Accompanied by the  sound of Chris commanding, “take the whole thing you pig” followed by Ryan gagging.

“Oh Jesus yes.” Nate whispered to himself, starting to get in position. He had an urge to rub his hole to the dirty clip on repeat, imagining Chris stuffing his face like that one day. He went at it, rubbing the puckered entrance with his index and forefinger, helped by the damp remains of Chris’ spunk. He exhaled hard as he hooked one leg back to increase his access while he strummed his pussy. He leant his phone against his calf. He hit record. 

He played his own clip back to be sure. He looked good in the camera.

In the clip he was rubbing the left over spunk back and for. The sound filled the recording to go back to Chris with. Pure filth. A wet rustling. He mixed his own now spewing precum from his own ample cock in with the cum left overs, as he lost himself in his pussy.  

No cum tonight. Torturing himself a bit more. It’ll keep him alert in his first look out for encounters tomorrow. This exploration starts now. The Exploration Of Nate has started. 

SEND.

Accompanied with, “Night both. Ry, you missed a blinder. Your horse hung man battered me tonight and now I’m slapping my cunt before bed.’ 

CHRIS: You’ll have us revved up again. You’re going to ruin men’s lives. That clip is filth. Mucky boy.’ 

LIKED.

Sleep.