The Exploration Of Nate

CHAPTER II

MAN. HUSBAND. DAVID.

Nate woke feeling fresh. Aside from the remnants of spunk in his hair and still clinging to his face. The ‘exploration’ of the night before had worked any remaining beer and weed out of his system it would seem. He desperately needed to shower and wash his hair. While at it he decided to use hair removal cream and tidy up his hole and chest. Impressed with Chris’ manscaping from the night before. He’d used it before randomly when going bare was something he toyed with. He felt more naked now he’d removed any remaining hair from his hole. In the bathroom mirror, admiringly running moisturiser over it, his finger started slipping back and for, taking all his will not to finger blast himself there and then on the bathroom counter.

He straightened, huffed at the prospect of more edging and made his way out to get dressed with a semi wound up cock. ‘Hope we conquer a man today’ he thought, looking down and smacking his chubbing cock into submission.  

Dressed in small running shorts, tight black underwear and a thin t shirt he was run and ‘whatever else might happen this morning’ ready. Phone and key safely concealed in a zip pocket on the inside of his waistband, glasses in place and top knot slicked. No headphones for music motivation today. He needed to be on alert. He was out the door and ready to hunt.

He ran from the front door through side streets. Reaching the main carriage way he came to the junction for the beach front.

Composing himself he stood at the junction, he started scanning immediately. No time like the present. Bam. 

A handsome middle aged man was staring from behind the wheel of his black Range Rover as if on cue. Looking round in case his eyes were on someone or something else. No. He made eye contact again. He froze for a moment and contemplated his next move. Fuck it. In recognition he tapped his hand on his crotch discreetly and then heaved his shorts tightly over his arse, turned for the man to see then turned back swiftly. The interaction was over in seconds and unnoticeable to anyone else. 

The traffic lights switched to green as if giving permission for this interaction to progress and the SUV fired across into the car park. Nate stood for a moment, feeling his cock stir then jogged over the lanes of the road into the car park. The SUV parked in the last space where the driver’s side was conveniently shrouded by trees from view.

Approaching, Nate saw the driver door swing open. A muscled but pale leg held the door open. Intrigued, Nate began to approach and stopped inches from the man’s leg. The man was smart, maybe fifty? He slowly looked round at Nate shifting both legs to the tarmac. Both hands in his pockets. He was handsome. Pale complexion, grey eyes, closely cut white beard and shaved almost white hair. Strong body, clearly still keeping in shape. Chest and arms clinging slightly to the conservative grey thermal top he was wearing. His substantial mound, fighting against the navy gym shorts that framed defined legs. Nate, without saying a word, keeping the man’s stare, pulled the rear of his running shorts down to expose his hole and then turned and squatted between the man’s legs. The man widened his stance to accommodate.

Nate spoke in a whisper, “this thing needs to be drained.” Reaching up he forcefully yanked the shorts and underwear down. The nine inch pale cock, surrounded by a neat fuzz of blonde hair sprang out and lightly slapped Nate on the lips. The pink head resting under his nose. Neither one attempted to move it. Nate inhaled hard. “Perfect. Smells like neglected husband cock to me. She hasn’t been near it for a while has she?” He teased. The man closed his eyes for a moment in possible admittance of Nate’s assessment. Nate proceeded to role his face all underneath the shaft, appreciating the wet drag of precum across his cheek and glasses.

“Let’s get you off.” With that, Nate spat at the cock, grabbing it with both hands. Going straight into a steady, hard and fast rhythm. Nate admired the way his action was making his companion’s body and car rock slightly. The sound of the motion filled the air around them but was mercifully masked by the building traffic.  Nate did glance away to check they were still alone. All good.

To keep the man on his toes, Nate took the cock and smacked it hard against both cheeks before resuming. He smiled cheekily. The man continued to stare without saying a word but his breathing had now quickened. Conscious not to let him cum yet, Nate jumped to his feet. The man looked a little frustrated and blinked fast.

”Finger me. Not having you blow on me just yet. Don’t hold back. Use those muscles.” With that Nate pushed the man out of the way and placed his feet in the door frame, holding the hooks on the inside of the roof. Range Rovers were excellent props for anal play it seemed. His arse was at a perfect angle. 

The man, still silent with his fat leaking cock hanging loose over his shorts grabbed at Nate’s cheeks and then shoved what felt like a cock sized finger deep into Nate’s hole. It was a hot pain that made way to a more tender, sensitive sensation. Between discomfort and all out pleasure. It made Nate’s belly feel warm deep down inside. The man paid attention and immediately started jabbing back and forth breathing heavily.

“Pack more of those married fingers in there. Punch my spot. You know what to do. This ain’t your first time, I can tell. Dirty bastard.” With that, Nate felt a hand grab his throat from behind. He laughed aloud as he felt the coldness of a wedding ring graze his throat. Having not played anally before, Nate tried to put the pain of being stretched to the back of his mind. The silent man pressed another two fingers in. Gripping his neck. The man moved forward and anchored himself behind Nate, he could feel the man’s hefty cock resting on his arse cheek.

The man increased intensity, squeezing his hand at Nate’s neck and breathing fast and heavy in his ear. Nate appreciated the minty freshness to the man’s exhale and the waft of a recently showered body. The slight restriction around his neck and the heat being created in his belly from the finger fucking took over, plunging his hand into his shorts, pulling his cock out, he began yanking it with one free hand manically. “Take it all out on me. Beat it up. Do everything you want to but can’t do at home,” Nate goaded. The wet clicking noise intensified as the man carried on his ambush. His grip on Nate tightening. This was what Nate was looking for. Spurred on by the thought, Nate began pushing his hole back on the fingers forcefully. “Fuck yes.” He said with assertive satisfaction. He lost himself in the intense rhythm and was snapped back to consciousness - he could feel himself bubbling up to come. 

“That’s enough, I’ll blow my wad on your expensive interior otherwise.” Nate jumped down, shoving the man back with his arse. He grabbed his handsome companion by the shoulders and pushed him back against the car. He was reminded of Chris’ words “they won’t care where they are.” The man seemed comfortable being manoeuvred while his cock was leaking at the door to his expensive car.

 Nate resumed his squat as before, now with the added sensation a puffy man pussy. “I’m ready to bust. Grab your cock and blow that husband cream on my face. I want all of it you manhandling prick.” Still no word but the same intense stare. The man closed his eyes again momentarily and resumed his eye contact. 

Seconds later, the man leant forward, grabbed Nate by the base of his top knot and pulled his face up ready. He gave out an open mouthed exhale. The only indication given. The ropes were thick and creamy. Thicker than Chris and more explosive. Nate was covered. “Excellent. The size of that load, you haven’t done that in some time I can tell.” Nate teased.

The man didn’t say a word again, slumped back against the SUV, leaving his cock drip in front of his shorts. Nate found the sight too much to leave unattended and debated for a moment in his head, but decided he needed to get started somewhere. He shuffled forward in his squat again grabbing the man’s shaft. It was  becoming softer and more mailable. Squeezing spunk remnants by dragging his fist from base to head, Nate held his tongue out and shook the last drops onto his tongue. “Just making sure you go home clean.” 

Nate began to work his hand gently back and  forth over the man’s shaft again. Looking up for approval. No objections. Nate needed to blow and wanted to finally get a cock in his mouth.  Holding the shaft  he began tentatively licking. “Mmm warm and heavy, even after emptying on me. That curve must drive pussies wild. This foreskin too, like a meal.” Nate gently pulled it with his teeth. We finally had a reaction. “Do that again.” 

Nate laughed, “he speaks - you mean this?” Nate went back and pulled at the foreskin again. Holding it this time firmly with his teeth. “Keep doing that, I’m getting hard again. You’ll only get more out of me if I can put it down your throat. It’s what I come out specifically to do this morning.” The voice was deep, intelligent and well mannered, despite the words. This guy is listened to clearly. Gets what he wants. Nate thought, ‘if I’m going to explore this part of me, I need to push myself.’ He weighed things up for a split second. “Do your worst.” Nate said in an intense whisper, rubbing the head on his open lips. 

The man seemed to tense all over, rolling his hands into fists and breathed out sharply. In a swift move, he grabbed Nate with both hands around his neck and propped him up against the rear passenger door. Nate had a slight apprehension at the prospect of getting his mouth used for the first time but this quickly subsided when two muscled thighs wedged his arms against the expensive SUV and two hands pushed his head against the metal with a moderate bang. “You strike me as a bottom who likes to be in control. It’s rare and gets men like me worked up. There’s more of us than you think, you’ll be probably be glad to hear. It’s what we need. A challenge to our self entitlement. I’ll comply as long as I’m able to do this.”

Next, Nate felt the full heft of the thick nine inches travel at speed to the back of his throat. Nate immediately gave out an uncontrollable retch. “Oooof that was good. Well done. You’re knew to being throated I can tell from that reaction.” He slammed back in again, Nate’s head hit the car door bluntly. It sent a signal to Nate’s cock. He retched again but the man held his fat husband member in his mouth and tapped Nate’s cheek hard then released, spit fell from Nate’s mouth. “Great. Even better. We’re getting there. Each retch tightens you around me. You won’t hear me complain, so I’ll keep going back in, see? Urrgh.” Slam three. This one felt deeper, Nate’s body involuntarily tried to jump.

He refused to give up. Sticking his tongue out a little, he made more space for the cock. Moving his jaw back and for, he knew he was massaging the head. “Ah, perfect. Keep doing that, you’re really working my head and getting me close. I’m getting fatter in your mouth. I can feel it.” The man mercifully ripped himself out of Nate’s mouth which was now feeling swollen. Nate gathered his breath as much as he could. He left the precum and spit dangle from his battered mouth again. He wanted to savour the mess he was creating with the married cock.

“You’ll struggle now but you’ll get more used to it. I know I’m large so you’re working with more of a challenge. Relax and breathe through your nose when your mouth is full, you’ll be alright.” he said flatly like he was giving directions to a destination. He never raised his voice or lost control. Nate was mesmerised and breathlessly managed, “I want to push my limits so do what you need to do. I want your cock to fill my head.”

The now talkative man didn’t respond but held Nate by both sides of his head and slammed into Nate’s mouth again. Blowing out through his mouth. Nate’s retching became more contained upon each re-entry. Despite tears streaming, Nate pushed through. The husband picked up a relentless pace and the wet clacking sound coming out of Nate encouraged them both. Nate snorted through his nose, wrestled his arms free, yanking the husband’s shorts below his arse. Nate felt the impressive mounds clenched in rhythm. To reassure the husband he was doing a good job he slapped both cheeks and held them tight, pulling him in to take as much of him as possible. 

“David! Up to no good you dirty git. Got yourself out early for a catch by the look and sounds of it.” Nate attempted to signal concern at the new voice in the vicinity but this subsided as he heard ‘David’ respond. “Graham! Great find here. Total trooper. Ooorff. Come round for a look. I’m not stopping, I’m going to shoot again soon.”

‘Graham’ emerged from behind the Range Rover driver door, still open from the earlier action. “Again? Christ how long have you been out here? Bloody hell, he’s a beauty, packing quite the weapon himself.” Trying to process the unfolding situation while happily remaining in position, Nate took Graham in for a moment. Similar age to ‘David’ he assumed, he was deeply tanned with blue eyes, chiselled features, black hair - cropped short with grey wisps and clean shaven. His muscular frame was more prominent. He was clad in a black t shirt and shiny black Adidas shorts. Clearly another husband out for an early morning ‘run.’

He was impressive. Graham knelt next to the continuing action. His left  leg splayed slightly out, he reached up his short leg and pulled a cut, thick 8 inches out and ran his wedding ring clad hand back and forth while continuing his conversation as if nothing was happening. “Late out this morning. Argument with the wife over decorating. Boring nonsense. Taking it like a champ isn’t he? He’d give me a run for my money.” Graham observed. “That we’d have to see. You’re legendary in our group, you know that.” David managed between thrusts. Graham grinned proudly. “Oh, did I tell you I met up with a uni rugby player last weekend. I just needed a big pair of legs and heavy, post match sweaty, balls slapping my face. He got pretty carried away though, nearly broke my jaw in the back of the Jag.” Graham held his chin and rolled his jaw bone remembering said interaction. “Remember me thinking of buying it? That’s what the leg room was for,” he laughed.

Nate couldn’t believe the way these men were talking. Was it a prerequisite that married men on the prowl needed to drive expensive cars and regularly argue with their wives? Apparently so. 

“You and your uni lads. No wonder your company sponsors every sports team over around here. I’m not dull. Well, forget boring home rubbish. This is why we get out on a Sunday morning. And the car, I didn’t think you and Diane would be making use of the back seats to be honest.” David chuckled breathlessly. 

“True, true,” Graham chuckled contemplatively. Turning his attention to Nate, who was now seated on the floor, hands loosely holding David’s calves, with his legs spread and shorts hanging on over his cock which had been neglected since the onslaught. “Now there’s a size. Don’t normally find bottoms equipped with something like that. You seen it properly yet, Dave?” Through continued thrusts. “No but be my guest. Pull it out so we can have a look.”

Graham flopped his cock back in his shorts, knelt behind David and grabbed Nate’s cock out and held it in his left hand, more wedding metal, Nate laughed in his head. “Hmm I should be able to get it in. Let’s see.” Next thing, Graham dived forward and took Nate all the way to base in his throat. Effortless. Impressive. The sound was slick, watery and neat. “That’s it Gray, bloody hell it is a chunk.” David observed mid thrust. Graham or ‘Gray’ repeated several times with grip in his throat and lips Nate had never experienced while practically lying on his front.

The sensation caused Nate to tense, frown deeply and slam his hands to the floor. The orgasm started in his toes rising through his legs, into his lower back, prickling his now aching balls. Being unable to warn either man, apart from just a look up at David pleadingly. Graham seemed oblivious to what was literally coming. Nate’s hips jerked and his stream jetted toward the back of Graham’s throat. Graham stayed in place. Lodged on Nate’s cock as the backed up stream continued. Nate scoffed a little but David continued filling his face, he was startled (as much as he could be) when Graham reached out for Nate’s hand and forcibly slapped it to the back of his head. Signalling Nate to hold him in place and make him gag? Nate obliged. He shuffled his arse back and forth. This time Graham started to gargle and retch shamelessly and tore himself back up to his squat. Spit and cum causing glossy ropes to stretch out between Graham’s mouth and Nate’s spent meat.

“Fuck, he hasn’t come in fucking days. That was a meal. I won’t be needing lunch today. Filled me up.” He smiled enthusiastically -  lifting his t shirt to reveal beautiful abs with a peppering of black hair, tapping his belly. “Dave, come on. You’d better be sharing that load with me too. You haven’t given me that thing in weeks.” Nate raised his eyebrows even in his current situation. “Got a taste for it now and gotta get back. Furniture shopping,” Graham protested. 

“Yeah, get over here then, I’ll cover you both.” Finally some release, after what felt like an hour, only a few minutes in reality, Nate took deep breaths as David backed away and just rested his head back. Nate’s cock was still hanging out shamelessly. No energy to move. Graham grabbed Nate by the sides of the head and squashed his face against his. A waft of expensive cologne washing over him. Nate just went with it. David stood back tugging at his cock. “Come on Dave, drop that seed, we’re ready.”

David marched forward and grabbed Graham by the head and shoved his cock in his mouth and slammed back and for a couple of times before releasing him. Loud gargling filled the car park from Graham’s mouth. “Keeping me on my toes big man. Love that thing. Come on, you know you’re gonna shoot.” 

In seconds, David bent his legs forward so his cock was resting on Nate and Graham’s foreheads. “Kiss. I’ll come on you while you kiss.” Graham grabbed Nate and pulled him in for a dominant kiss without a word. Cum, sweat, cologne, cock, mint, all gloriously swirled around their mouths. Spurt, Thud, spurt, thud, the jets kept coming. Nate opened his eyes, Graham had three large ropes across the right side of his face and could feel warm liquid landing on his head and past him and landing on the door with a sharp, metallic ‘tap’ like a hose.

Silence, just breath for a moment. 

“Two loads out of me. Productive morning. Thank you.” David stumbled back and yanked his shorts up. Graham spoke next. “Absolutely. I’ll say. You needed that clearly. I’m drenched.” He laughed not touching the load hanging onto his face. Turning back to Nate. “And you, you tripod wonder. Stamina and a massive tool. We’ll have to stay in touch. Dave?” Dave was at the drivers door wiping himself with a towel and nodded with approval. 

Still covered in spunk Graham continued, “if we get your number, mind if we add you to our ‘group?’” Graham lifted his hands up into speech marks. “Just a  group of like minded gents who need to get off. You’d be massively popular.”

Leaving the proposition hang in the air, Graham reached down and  took Nate’s cock to the base in his mouth again. He continued to talk in between mouthfuls. “Obviously,” waumph, “no pressure,” arrrgh, “just clean hard fun,” arrggh, arrrghh, arrrghhh. Graham now resumed relentlessly fucking his face hard with Nate’s cock again. The slaps when his forehead hit Nate’s thigh were sharp. Nate grabbed Graham by the back of the head and slammed his cock into the seasoned slut’s mouth.

Graham happy to get going again, reached down and pulled his shorts down completely. Releasing for a moment, turning his head back to Dave, “finger me.” Back to taking Nate full, arrrgh, arrrrgh, retch. Nate was on fire again. “Fuck yes keep it in. Hardening me up again you’re going to take my next load. You won’t need fucking dinner either.” Nate snapped, holding Graham down.

David marched over now fully clothed, lifted Graham’s beautiful leg and jabbed his hole. “Go on Gray. Teach him what you’re famous for.” Graham picked up his own pace being as noisy, messy and loud as he could. Repeatedly impaling himself on Nate’s shaft, frothy saliva now gathering at the base of Nate’s cock. Nate was no match for Graham’s throat, “shit, I’m gonna go again.” Nate murmured. Graham grabbed under Nate’s arse and drank in the second round of ropes.

“Hmmmmm,” urrrgh. Graham ripped himself off Nate’s cock. “Deeper Dave, you’re getting my bud, thump it, oh my god, yes, yes, yes, go deeper, fuck up my pussy!” Nate was impressed. This man was insatiable. David gave out a “go on Gray, shoot!” he through Graham’s leg back at him. Graham practically span on the tarmac, writhing in ecstasy, jamming his left forefinger back up into his pussy as he shot a fountain, covering himself. 

Everyone was silent again for a minute. David busied himself with tidying himself up. Graham lying on the floor, his t shirt drenched in sweat and spunk. His shorts dangling off his left leg. No underwear Nate noted. Then. “FUCK. Now I’m ready for the day!” Nate was startled as Graham broke the silence. Graham jumped up, tensed and punched his chest. “I gotta get going. Sneak in and shower before a boring day. What’s your name lad?” Graham enquired while shoving his now retreating cock back into his shorts. Nate was still coming round and still a little speechless, “uh Nate. It’s Nate.” “Good to gag on you Nate. Thanks for lunch and dinner too. Are we ok if Dave grabs your number, the group will keep you busy. I’m sure of it. Keep it on mute though for fuck’s sake, we’re filthy. Haha. See you!”

With that he walked off to the Jaguar SUV he’d blown the rugby player in. 

David started talking, as if they’d met at a conference,. “Nate? Good to meet you Nate. You know my name now, so. I’m always pretty quiet in these situations. Sometimes it gets even more filthy than this and I’d rather walk away anonymously. You really got me going with your directness though. That’s rare and so attractive. We’ll add you only if you’re up for it. We all meet up, hook up, even just socialise as a group. It’s gets filthy though, so keep it quiet. We’re all around the same age, I know you’re you’re younger, what mid twenties? You have a beautiful body. I’ve gotta make a move myself, are you actually going to continue your run?” He said, tidying himself up before jumping back in the Range Rover.

Nate, now standing, fully clothed. Feeling exhausted. “Oh yeah, gotta keep fit if I’m going to be doing more of this. Yes, I’m twenty five in fact. That Graham though, he’s bonkers. Oh and add me. I’m in.”

David chuckled. “He’s a company director. Two hundred staff. He’s stressed all week so he acts like a fiend on the weekend. He’s practically a psychopath. He’s also hard to please and usually vetoes adding anyone new, I was shocked but happy to agree this time. I think you two will make quite the team in our group. We’ll see.” David laughed again as he closed the door and pushed the window down as he started the engine.

“I can understand I suppose. Good to meet you too David, it actually is, despite the way we have met. I’ve airdropped my number to ‘David’s iPhone’ I assume that’s you. This group sounds intriguing”

“Excellent, will add you tonight when I’m in my study, thats my time to do ‘paperwork.’ More speech marks. Nate thought, ‘shit, these guys live double lives.’

“Ok, I better get to my run finally. Looking forward to anything else that happens. See you.” 

“Nate, come here a second.” Nate turned back and went to the window of the Range Rover. “Jump up on the side steps and put your head through the window. I’ve been tugging at myself again while we were talking. This car cost £90,000. I’m about to bust again, I can’t have it all over this interior. I need you to swallow it before I leave.”

Nate was taken aback but enthusiastically obliged. He leant through and allowed David to hold his neck above the shaft. “Ok here it is.” David slammed his cock up into Nate’s mouth. Nate retched but held his composure. “Good god, I’m going to be happy today.” David said breathlessly, he held on until he felt Nate shake and then released him. Nate dropped back. He cam back up to the window. He grabbed David’s right thumb and carefully stuffed it into his mouth. He swallowed every drop of the husband’s third load, while swirling the remnants over David’s thumb. Locking eyes with him again.

“Wonderful.” David said grinning at him. “Right, need to dash, speak later.” He said politely but abruptly. With that, Nate was left in a £90,000 cloud of dust.

Nate ran. Covered in spunk. Along the sea front. Grinning at what he’d just unlocked in himself and the possibilities this group of dirty bastards had to offer.