Tongue-twisting my pleasure

Alex is a 35-year old gym trainer born in Ukraine. He’s 5 foot 9 (176 cm) and weighs 187 lbs (85 kg). His body is firmly toned, but does not project a macho look, like Arnold Schwarzenegger, because his face always shows a smile. There is no doubt that he is a handsome Mr. Muscle who has the gift to energize both men and women. The Ukrainian society is very homophobic, so no one knows that Alex is gay, not even his mother or sister who also works in the fitness industry.

Contrary to what you would expect from a bodybuilder, Alex likes to write poems and to read romantic novels. Music wise, he’s a fan of Red Hot Chili Peppers, Brian Adams and Madonna. He has not yet found his second half, but it will likely be a man at least 30 years older than him, who enjoys oral sex. “I’m not much into anal gratification, I prefer cuddling, kissing, sucking and rimming. The latter drives me crazy; a tongue is the only tool I need to sculpt my man-to-man pleasure!”

In order to get an international certificate in CrossFit training, Alex had to spend a few months in Toronto, Canada. His program included competitive fitness sports as well as physical exercises incorporating gymnastics, Olympic weightlifting, kettlebell lifting, powerlifting and high-intensity interval training.

Not surprisingly, Alex’s arms, shoulders, pecs, thighs and butt are cast in iron. When he arrived, late June, at his Airbnb near the GoodLife Fitness club and gym in downtown Toronto, Alex was met by Paul, 68, who just felt like melting in his client’s arms. He gave him a warm welcoming hug and a discreet but firm tap on the butt. Alex smiled and tried to hide his suddenly bulging crotch; Paul was however quick to notice that they were on the same wave length.

Meals are not included in the Airbnb package, but Paul often invites Alex to share a dinner. He introduced him to lobster rolls, stuffed avocado with crab meat and poutine, a dish composed of French fries, cheese curds and gravy. Alex regularly offers to cook Ukrainian dishes such as borsh, golubsi, draniki, pelmeni and golushki. A litre of wine accompanies these brotherly feasts on each Friday night and Alex always ends up relaxing on the burgundy leather sofa.

Both are in a merry mood, sometimes slightly intoxicated. Cannabis has just been legalized in Canada for recreational purposes, so Paul and Alex enjoy their 4/20 at 9/20, easily cuddling and giggling. Paul usually takes the lead in pressing a hand on his guest’s thigh or even sliding a finger on his nipples. Like Paul, Alex is a Capricorn and also a leader. He doesn’t hesitate to caress his host’s short-trimmed beard and to press his ear lobe. This triggers a kiss, an embrace. They both melt in each other’s arms. 

- Alex, you often say that you like meat. I have the perfect dish…, and it comes with a mushroom.
- Mine comes with meat balls
- We’re in for a double treat, my friend

On that note, Paul and Alex head for the master bedroom. They do not have to say a word; they both want to enjoy oral pleasure. At 68, Paul’s diabetes causes him erectile problems. He likes to suck a cock but does not easily get a hard-on. This is not a cause for concern because rimming is at the top of their list. Alex makes the first step by kissing Paul’s butt and slapping it mildly before burying his face in the divine crack, drooling over it, smelling the manly odor and starting to suck the hairy rose bud with frenzy. Paul moans with pleasure and that encourages Alex to tongue-twist is entrance in the satanic haven, triggering a loud “Fuck, you are amazing! This is divine!”

Roles are naturally inverted and Paul now has the surprise to smell Alex’s sweaty gym odor. This aroma outbids any fragrance from Hugo Boss, Burberry, Versace, Calvin Klein, Lagerfeld or D&G. Alex’s rear end is hairless, firm and shiny. Paul has the impression of holding and adoring Rodin’s The Age of Bronze. His short beard tickles Alex’s prized possession an makes him giggle. As soon as Paul darts his tongue to reach his partners arsehole, which he prefers to call “the crinkled star” or even “the leather cheerio”, Alex begs out-loud: “Bang my rump like a punching ball, chew my bunghole like a pelmeni. This is pure delight!”

After their trip down Pleasure Lane, Paul and Alex felt like they were floating on a cloud. They slept in each other’s arms and, in the morning, Paul served coffee and pancakes with maple syrup. “I’m going to rent out your room as of today, he said; you’re moving with me, free of charge, but you have to guarantee a tongue-twisting pleasure on demand.” The reply was quick and decisive: “You can count on me and my oral talent.”