Standing at the counter at Subway, I had just begun to order my Sweet Onion Teriyaki Chicken sub when the bell dinged, signifying the entrance of someone else. Up until that moment, I was the only customer in the store. I turned to look at the man walking in, and I let out a small gasp as I took in the sight.
The dude was massive! He was tall, probably 6'-5" or 6'-6" and must have weighed 280, but it was all muscle. His dirty blond hair was cut in a military high and tight haircut, and his face was masculine, with a chiseled jaw, covered by a short beard that was darker brown. His barrel chest was covered by a bullet proof vest, with an army green shirt under it. The sleeves of his short t-shirt were stretched around biceps that were bigger around than my thighs! He was wearing camo pants that were tight, revealing thick thighs, a meaty ass (I saw when he turned around later) and an enticing bulge in front. Holy shit, I was in lust! Worse, he smiled an easy smile of friendliness as he walked by. A man that hot and built should not be friendly! I almost swooned! If you looked up "beefy bull" in the gay dictionary, his picture would be featured! I'm only 5'9, so this beast towered over me, and probably outweighed me by 60 or 80 pounds!
Now, you might think that this was a natural reaction to seeing a hot guy. But the way I was drawn to him was a complete surprise to me! I'm 22, finishing up my senior year in college. I'm a jock, playing on intramural teams in various sports, and working out religiously to keep up my lean muscular physique. I've dated girls all through college, and while I'm able to appreciate a well-worked male body, I've never considered myself attracted to another man. Until HE walked in that Subway on a Tuesday night.
"Evening," he said by way of greeting as he stepped up behind me, waiting on me to finish my order. I nervously nodded back, not trusting my own voice to speak to this muscular god! I was freaking out internally over my own reaction to seeing him. My cock was involuntarily chubbing up just being in his presence!
"What do you want on the sandwich?" the lady behind the counter asked me, reminding my why I was there!
I quickly turned back to face her as I said: "Lettuce, tomato, green peppers, and the teriyaki sauce." I watched her work, trying to secretly steal glances at the muscular officer now standing beside me, waiting his turn. "Oh," I said as I suddenly remembered, "I want to try the foot-long pretzel, too."
"That sounds good," the muscle man said beside me. "I think I'll get one too!" He smiled at me as I turned to look at him when he spoke. I shyly smiled back and nodded, then turned back to the counter.
"Unfortunately, I've only got one left," the lady said to us both, continuing with, "And since he asked first..." nodding her head toward me as she spoke to the muscle man.
"Shit!" he said comically. "Always a day late and a dollar short!" He laughed good-naturedly.
The lady wrapped up my sandwich as another employee came out from the back to begin making muscle man's meal. I paid for the meal, made my drink, then sat down to eat. A moment later, the muscular cop also finished paying. He turned to look around the restaurant for a moment, his gaze settling on me. He paused momentarily, then walked toward me.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked to my surprise. "I hate eating alone."
"Sure," I said, indicating the other side of the booth. He set his food down, then walked over to the drink machine to fill his cup. A moment later, he returned and sat down, his big frame filling the other side of the booth.
"I'm Chad," he said as he sat down, extending his hand across the table.
"Jake," I answered, my mouth full of sandwich as he'd caught me mid bite.
"Nice to meet you, Jake," he answered as he unwrapped his sandwich, a meatball sub. "What's a good-looking stud like you doing eating alone on a Tuesday night?"
Did he just call me good-looking? Surely I’m misunderstanding what is happening here! No way a dude like him was into other dudes. My heart started racing, an awareness that there was tension between us as we spoke. I refused to believe that it was sexual tension. I’m straight, for god’s sake!
"Well," I said nervously, "I just got out of class and wanted something to eat before work." I'm employed at the Publix next door to this Subway. "And I guess I could ask you the same question."
Chad actually laughed as I turned it back on him. "Well, I just got off work," he said, his hands indicating his uniform. "And I'm currently single." I nodded in response.
Our conversation turned to his work as a U.S. Marshall, which was fascinating to hear about. As we talked, I grew more enamored with him, confounded by my response to his body, his personality, his aura. He was a man's man, and I felt lucky just to be talking with him. Worse, though, he kept pressing his leg against mine under the table. I'd move my leg after a minute, thinking it was inadvertent, and then his leg would press against mine again.
"You got a girlfriend?" Chad asked at a lull in the conversation.
"Not right now," I answered. "Trying to finish up school, and with work, there's not much time. I've gone out with a few girls over the past few months, but haven't found the right one."
Chad was easy to talk to, and I found I really enjoyed getting to know him. After I finished my sandwich, I grabbed the pretzel, and decided to do the right thing.
"Want half?" I asked as I held it up. "Since they ran out?"
"Sure, if you're offering," He said with a smile. I broke the pretzel in half and gave one portion to him, keeping the other half for myself. He took it from my hand, our fingers grazing as the tension sky-rocketed once again.
As we both finished up our dinners, I looked at my phone and realized I had to be at work in 10 minutes. "Well, I've got to go clock into work," I said as I began gathering my trash.
"Cool," Chad said, then added, "Hey, I've enjoyed chatting with you. Any chance you'd wanna hang sometime?"
"Sure," I answered.
"Cool," he said. "Take my number." I grabbed my phone, opened the contacts app and added a new contact. I input Chad as his first name, then input the number as he gave it to me. "What time do you get off work tonight?" he asked after I'd taken his number.
"10," I answered.
"Cool," he said. "I'll be up watching baseball until late, so text me when you get off if you want to come by. I don't have to work tomorrow."
I nodded as I stood, grabbed my trash and moved to throw it away. "See you!" I called out as I left the restaurant, turning toward Publix. Should I text him tonight? Why was I excited by the idea? What would we do? Is he looking to be just friends, or more? Do I want more? Why am I excited about possibilities beyond friendship with this dude? What the hell is going on with me?
I spent the entirety of my shift in a kind of nervous excitement, wondering if I should go hang out with Chad. I couldn't figure out my own interest. I've got plenty of guy friends, but there was just something about him that was magnetic, that made me want to find out what could happen. I just wanted to be around him more. I couldn't believe it, but I needed to spend time with him. The electric charge I'd felt when I saw him, then when his legs pressed against mine, needed to be explored.
"Hey, this is Jake. Just got off work," I texted him at 10:05.
Almost immediately, there were three bubbles letting me know he was responding. "here's the address. come over" Included with his message was the maps location for his house, which was only 5 minutes away. I hopped in my Tacoma and drove toward his place.
"Here" I typed in my phone after I parked, hitting send then climbing out of my truck and walking up the sidewalk to the front door. His house was nice, not very big, but very well maintained. I pressed the doorbell, and seconds later the door opened, Chad standing in the opening.
I was not prepared for how he looked when he opened the door, nor was I prepared for the response my body had to seeing him! To begin with, he was nearly naked, wearing only a loose pair of lounge shorts. His beefy chest was on full display, his hairy pecs massive, his arms and shoulders bulging, and his abs tight. I gasped involuntarily as I took in the sight of his body. He grinned as he watched me look him over.
"Come on in," he said with a knowing grin as he held the door open, finally breaking the silence of my awestruck staring at his body. "I like to be comfortable at home."
I stepped forward, unable to stop drinking in his massive body as I walked in. I caught a whiff of his masculine scent as I passed him, and my cock grew harder. I was again taken with how much bigger and taller than me he was. Fuck, I was intimidated. 'Why am I here?' I kept thinking. Once inside, he shut the door behind me, then stood there staring at me for a second. Finally, Chad stepped back, breaking the silence.
"First things first," he said as he looked me up and down. "Leave your shoes here in the foyer. I'm trying to keep my floors clean and God only knows what might be on your shoes from the grocery store!"
I slipped my shoes off, my feet grateful to be free after an evening shift. I looked back up at him as I stood there in my socks, awaiting further instructions.
"Want a beer?" he asked as he stepped back and turned to walk further into the house.
"Yeah, sounds great, actually," I answered.
"You drink, you gotta stay here," he called back over his shoulder. "I'm an officer of the law. I can't let you drink, then drive. You got school tomorrow?" he then asked.
I paused as I processed what he'd just said. Stay here? Like crash on the couch, or something else?
"No," I answered. "No classes tomorrow, just work at 5." I followed him through the house to the kitchen. On the way I saw the living room. There was no TV in the living room.
"I thought we were watching the game," I said as we walked. "Where's the TV?"
"We are. I just don't believe in having a TV in the living room," Chad answered back over his shoulder. "The living room is for talking and hanging out. I'm trying to be more focused socially. So the TV's in the bedroom."
Interesting. I liked that he had a real reason for how his house was laid out. My heart also started racing at the idea of hanging out in his bedroom. His bedroom. They place where he slept, where he fucked, where he was naked. A mental image of Chad naked jumped into my brain. What the fuck is wrong with me tonight?!?
We stopped in the kitchen, Chad opening the fridge and pulling out two beers. "Come on," he said, grinning as he led me through a door in the side of the kitchen, into a vestibule that opened into his master bedroom. In front of the bed was a small loveseat with an ottoman, facing a wall-mounted flat screen TV. The game was on, already in the sixth inning.
"Since you're staying here," he said, "I can get you some shorts so you're more comfortable."
"Okay," I said nervously. "Sounds good." Chad walked to a drawer, opened it, and pulled out a pair of cotton shorts similar to the ones he was wearing. These were much smaller than his, though.
"Here's some old ones of mine that don't fit anymore," he said with a grin. I nodded as I took the shorts. I stepped into the bathroom, removed my pants and work shirt and slipped on the shorts. I had to admit it felt nice to be out of my work clothes and able to relax. It was also cool to have a new friend. I decided to stop being weird and just enjoy the camaraderie. I wouldn't think anything about crashing at a buddy's place. This was no different. Well, almost no different. I'd never gotten a boner for one of my buddies!
I walked back into his bedroom, wearing the shorts. I decided to match Chad's attire by going shirtless, and so my naked torso was on display as I walked out of the bathroom.
"Nice!" Chad called out as he saw me. "Good definition and nice tan, stud!" He grinned as I walked toward him, and he patted the loveseat beside him. I sat down, trying to maintain as much distance as possible between our legs. That turned out to be nearly impossible, as Chad was so big that he took up more than half the loveseat. He handed me my beer as I sat down.
"Cheers!" he said, clinking his bottle lightly against mine. "Here's to new friends."
"Cheers," I nodded, bringing the bottle to my lips. We both took a drink, and turned to watch the game. Chad was quite animated in his discussion of the game, and he kept shifting, his leg pressing against mine. The heat of his muscle against my bare legs was not noticed. Occasionally his hand would also drop onto my leg as he was talking. My heart would race every time our bodies made contact.
We finished our beers, and Chad went to get us each another one. When he sat back down, it felt like he was a little closer to me, our legs remained touching once he was seated. He handed me my second beer, and we continued drinking. As the game neared its end, we began to talk more, and Chad casually draped his arm on the back of the couch, behind me. I felt surrounded by his presence as he turned his head to look at me as he engaged me in conversation.
"So what's your plan after graduation?" he asked.
"I've been sending out resumes," I replied. "Trying to find a job."
"You ever thought about law enforcement?" he asked. "You've certainly got the physique for it." His hand slid down from the back of the couch, sliding over my shoulder and then tweaking my nipple before returning to the back of the couch. The move would have been completely innocent between two friends except for the sexual tension that had been building all evening.
"Never really thought about it," I said.
"Well, you should," he replied, his right hand returning to my shoulder as his left hand moved onto my leg, gripping my thigh. "It can be a really rewarding experience." I nodded, not sure what to say next. The silence between us grew as Chad looked at me from the side. His left hand began sliding up and down my leg, rubbing me slowly. My cock hardened as my heart began racing again as the tension mounted. Finally, he broke the silence with his next question.
"Why'd you agree to come over tonight?" he asked, watching my face.
I glanced quickly at him, meeting his gaze, before dropping mine. "I'm not sure...," my voice trailed off, and I paused, the sexual tension rising once again. Finally I tried again: "I mean, you seem like a cool guy, and..." again I couldn't find the words. I glanced back at him, seeing a grin, and something else, on his face. I dropped my eyes again, watching his hand slide further up my leg.
"Let me tell you what I think," he said, his voice low and deep. "You're not sure why you're here. You're a straight dude who's never thought about another guy sexually. Then you saw me, and you got a boner."
My breath caught in my throat. He'd read my reaction to him correctly. My face blushed bright red as I nodded, meeting his eyes briefly before looking down again, not able to answer his question out loud.
"Good," he said. "I love playing with straight boys. Get ready for your world to be rocked." With that, his hand that was on my shoulder moved to my neck, turning my face toward him. His mouth came on mine, kissing me softly. Then his tongue pressed against my lips, which I parted, allowing him into my mouth. I could taste the beer on his breath, as I'm sure he could taste mine. Soon, we were making out passionately. My hands reacted by jumping up to his chest, my instinct was to push him away, though I knew that any attempt would be futile. Within seconds, however, instead of pushing, they were running over his hairy muscles, then up over his shoulders and around his neck, pulling him closer to me. I was giving in to experiment with this massive stud in a huge way! As we kissed, he grabbed my body and pulled me onto his lap. Now I was straddling him as we kissed, my hands all over his massive muscles, my cock harder than it had ever been.
Every time I've dated a girl, I'm always the aggressor. I kiss her, I initiate making out, and foreplay, even sex. But tonight, as I sat on Chad's lap, I found out how it felt to be kissed, rather than kiss. He was in charge, he was the aggressor, and I was his conquest. I discovered I liked the difference between kissing my girlfriends and kissing Chad. His lips were firmer, stronger, and his tongue was insistent as he penetrated my mouth, dominating me. I felt submissive, sitting on his lap, feeling his dick harden under me, knowing that it was his desire for me that was making him hard. My own cock was achingly hard as we made out and I felt up his body. For his part, his hands were all over me, rubbing me, grabbing me, touching me.
After a few minutes of making out, any will to resist, or even to question why I was participating in this, was gone. He'd successfully gotten me to submit to his seduction, and I was his. Sensing that, he pulled back, smiling up at me as I sat in his lap.
"I just love a fresh straight boy!" he said. "Shit, you're a hot little thing!" Chad said, grinning at me. My cock pulsed at his compliment as I gazed down at his hairy, massive chest. I slid my hands up over his pecs, feeling the coarse hairs between my fingers. I'd never been this turned on in my life! I glanced down to see the outline of my hard cock in the loose shorts, a huge wet spot where I'd precum all over the front of them. I could feel Chad's hard cock below mine, encased in his own shorts.
Wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me further against his body, Chad scooted forward on the loveseat, then stood up, holding me in his arms. He pulled my legs to wrap around his waist, and then we were making out again as he began walking toward the bathroom, carrying me as I held onto his much bigger body. His hands moved under my ass, gripping the round melons of my jock butt in his massive hands. I shivered from the feeling as he held me as if I weighed nothing.
He set me down on the counter in the bathroom, then turned to the shower, turning on the water and waiting for it to warm up. Stepping back out of the shower, he walked back over to me. Pulling me off of the counter, he grabbed the waistband of the shorts and pulled them down, taking my underwear with him. I was now naked before him, my 7 in cock jutting out from my body, declaring just how horny I was!
"Fuck, I got me a hot little jock to play with tonight!" Chad said, grinning. He pushed his shorts down as well, then stood back up, revealing his massive naked body to my view. My eyes were drawn to his cock, which was rock hard, easily 9 inches long, standing up proudly over two big balls. His cock matched the rest of him, big and intimidating.
"Don't worry," he said as he saw me looking at his cock. "I know what I'm doing! And we won't do anything you don't want to." He stepped up to me as I leaned against the counter, grabbed my hand and pulled it to wrap around his meaty cock. "You ever touched another dude's cock?" he asked as he looked down at me.
"No," I whispered as I glanced up to meet his gaze.
"First time for everything!" He said, groaning as he began moving my hand up and down his dick, jerking himself with my hand. Soon I realized that he'd removed his fingers, and I was jacking him on my own. I couldn't tear my eyes away from it, fascinated as I watched his cock slide back and forth in my fist. It felt so much different than my own. He was longer for sure, but also thicker, and his dick felt hot in my hand.
Steam began billowing from the shower as the water had heated up. Chad grabbed my hand and pulled me with him. He reached in and adjusted the water temp, then ushered me into the shower, stepping into the stall himself to join me. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled my body against his. Now, we were kissing naked, under the spray of the water in the shower. My arms slid up his hairy muscle chest, wrapping around his shoulders and neck as he held me against himself, ravishing my mouth with his own.
Finally pulling back, Chad grabbed the body wash and cloth, lathered it up, and began washing my body.
"Fucking hot little jock boy!" Chad growled as he lathered me up. He washed down my back, his hand sliding into my crack. A soapy finger ran over my hole, then pressed in.
"Chad, I....uggghhh!" I groaned, the pleasure of his finger against and in my hole stopped me from protesting that I wasn't sure about ass play. He chuckled at my reaction.
"I'm gonna introduce you to pleasures you never knew could exist," Chad said as he continued washing me all over. He treated me to the most thorough shower I'd probably ever had! For my part, I also couldn't stop touching him, running my hands over his arms, his chest, his shoulders, reveling in the power of his massive body. Since he had already showered, I was the one getting clean, while I also just enjoyed being touched by and touching him.
Once I was clean, we both rinsed off, then Chad turned off the water. He opened the glass door and stepped out, grabbing us each a towel, with which we dried off. Once dry, we dropped the towels in the hamper, then he grabbed me again, pulling my chest against his own. Reaching down, his hands grabbed the globes of my ass and lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he commenced kissing me again. Damn, this dude could kiss! He walked us to the bed, carrying me, reminding me who was in charge.
Chad laid me down, coming down on top of me. Soon, though, he was moving up my smaller jock body, pinning me down to the bed as he straddled my chest. I couldn't get up even if I'd wanted to!
"Use your hands to make me feel good, baby," Chad said, his bedroom voice sounding deep and sexy. I reached my hands up, gripping his steel hard rod in my hands and beginning to jerk him. I looked up at his face, watching him enjoy me pleasuring him. He grinned down at me, a cocky smile that said he knew what he was doing, and he knew I'd already surrendered to his seduction.
After a moment, Chad began moving up my body slowly, getting closer to my head. "Spit on it to lube your fingers," he said softly as he moved closer to my mouth. I spit on his dick, then continued jerking him. The spit made it easier for my hand to slide up and down. He let me keep jerking him for a minute. "Play with my balls," he added after a moment. I slid my left hand down his shaft to play with his balls as I continued jerking him.
"Aw, fuck, yeah," he groaned. "That feels so good. You're making me feel so good."
"Uh-huh," I answered, almost as if in a trance.
"You wanna make me feel even better?" He asked, his voice still low, almost hypnotic.
"Yes," I whispered, really meaning it. I liked that I was making him feel good.
"Give it a kiss," he said.
"I can't," I answered hesitatingly. I wanted to please him, but sucking cock was gay. "I'm not gay. I can't suck cock."
"But don't you like making me feel good?" he asked as his hand reached down and gripped my chin, turning my face to look up at him.
"Uh-huh," I groaned as he slid his cock a little closer to my lips.
"Then kiss it for me, baby," he whispered. Simultaneously, his hand that was gripping my chin turned my face downward toward his cock as he slid forward a little more. The head of his cock was now less than an inch from my mouth. All I had to do was move just a little, and I could kiss it. "Come on, baby," he said softly. "Make me feel good. Give it a kiss."
I moved my mouth forward, his hand on my chin, and i kissed the head of his cock.
"Fuck," he growled as my lips made contact. "Yeah, baby," he said. "I love feeling those straight lips on my big cock. Kiss it again." I did, making contact against with the spongy head of his dick, kissing it. This time, when my lips left the head, a string of pre-cum came with me, and I licked my lips instinctively, tasting his sweet goo from his dickhead. As the taste covered my tongue, I found myself wanting more, and I tentatively stuck my tongue out and licked across the head of his dick, more precum dribbling out on my tongue.
"Yeah, boy," he said above me. "Lick that dick. Taste that manly pole." He let me explore, licking him more, kissing around the shaft as he scooted forward. His dick was now laying on the lower part of my face as I kissed it. I could smell his musk, faintly, joined by the smell of soap from his recent shower. I was becoming intoxicated with the smell and taste of him as I grew more comfortable with my mouth on his dick.
"Now, take the head in your mouth," he commanded softly above me. "Just the tip." In my mind, I knew that it would not end up being just the tip, but somehow I still moved to open my lips and feel the head of his cock slide between them and over my tongue. "Now suck." I closed my lips around the helmet of his cut cock, and for the very first time in my life, I sucked on the cock of another man.
Chad let me explore more, taking more of his cock in my mouth, sucking on him. "Think about what you like for girls to do to you," he said as his hand moved to the side of my face, then pushed my head down a little further, then let me back up. "Lick my balls," was his next instruction. I ran my tongue down his shaft and over the hairy sack. His musk was stronger on his ballsack, and I found I loved the taste of him.
Once he had me comfortable slobbering all over his cock and balls, Chad moved off of me and laid down on his back. Then grabbing me, he rolled me over on top of him, with my crotch over his face and my face over his dick. We began 69ing, me laying on top of him. Having him suck on my cock while I explored his took this experience to a whole new level, and I found myself trying to match the moves he made on my dick with my own mouth on his. I was moaning and groaning, loving the pleasure he was giving me and loving hearing him express his own pleasure from my mouth.
I was surprised at how hard my cock was as I slobbered on him, and how into this scenario I was! It was one thing to kiss another guy, but to suck his cock while he was sucking mine was something different! I found that I liked it. I liked how enthusiastic he was, sucking my cock into his mouth, finding the areas that would make me moan in pleasure, and then centering his attention there. I loved the animalistic nature of our coupling, of the need we both had. I liked feeling his muscular body under mine, feeling close to him as we pleasured each other.
After about 5 minutes of this 69, Chad wrapped his arms around my torso, holding our bodies close together. Then he rolled over. Now, he was on top, his cock sliding down into my mouth. He came up on his knees so that he wasn't suffocating me, but I could tell that he was definitely fucking down into my mouth, feeding me more of his shaft. His cock hit the back of my throat, causing me to gag before he pulled back. His mouth, meanwhile, returned to my crotch, but this time he was bathing my balls in his spit.
"OOOH!" I groaned around his dick as he licked my balls. I'd never had a girl who was willing to lick my balls before, and it felt incredible! As I was enjoying the attention, Chad grabbed my legs behind my hamstrings, pulling them up, bending me in half. This resulted in my ass rolling up, and before I knew what was happening, his tongue licked over, then past my balls, over my taint, and connected with my hole.
"FUUCCCKK!" I exclaimed as best I could around his dick. I was not prepared for the sensation of his tongue on my hole! It was like stars were exploding in my brain as the pleasurable sensations coursed through me. Chad proceeded to eat my hole thoroughly! I'm not sure I was even sucking his cock anymore, I was so overcome by the pleasure. His cock stayed in my mouth, but it was difficult to concentrate on him as he expertly rimmed me.
Up until that moment, anal was the one bridge too far in this experiment with man-to-man sex. I would NEVER let another man fuck me! I had no desire, even as much as I'd enjoyed what we'd done, to go any further. Even the soapy finger in the shower couldn't convince me that taking a dick in my hole was acceptable. He'd promised that we wouldn't do anything that I didn't want to do, so I just knew, even as we'd made out, and sucked cock, that fucking was off the table. I think I knew deep down that Chad would be a top, and if fucking entered the picture, I'd be the one getting fucked. I had no desire to even consider something like that. As a straight man, I could chalk all that we had done up to experimentation. I appreciated Chad's body, and was intimidated and overwhelmed in his presence. But I would NEVER take a man's dick in my ass. Not even the dick of this incredibly sexy and masculine, muscular man currently playing with my body.
To my surprise, all of my preconceived notions about gay sex left my brain the first time Chad's tongue swiped across my hole. I sounded like a seasoned slut as he ate my hole, moaning and whining in pleasure as he introduced me to a pleasure point I had no idea existed in my body. I could feel him harden his tongue on occasion, and then push into my hole. I loved it! I loved feeling his beard scrape over the sensitive skin around my hole. I loved being under him, surrounded by him, bent in half by him as he gave me the greatest pleasure I'd ever known. Suddenly I understood, and I knew that if he continued, I would eventually beg him to fuck me. I wasn't ready for that.
"Chad," I gasped as I pushed him up, his cock popping out of my mouth. "I can't, man."
"Can't what?" he asked, then dove back onto my hole.
"FUUUCCKKK!" I groaned out. "OOOH!" He kept eating. "I can't get, ugh! I can't get fucked!" I finally managed to say.
“Who said anything about fucking?” Chad asked as he pulled back from my ass. He hopped up, climbed off the side of the bed, then grabbed me and pulled me toward him. He arranged me so that I was on my stomach, my legs off the side of the bed on the floor, and he was standing behind me. He leaned down over me, his cock nestling in the crack of my ass, as his mouth found its way to my ear.
“If I was gonna fuck you, I’d have you like this!” He growled as a whisper in my ear. I shivered from the combination of his breath on my ear and his body pressed against mine. He ground his hard cock against my ass, touching my hole for the first time with his bare cock. I shivered again.
“I’d get your hole all sloppy wet,” he said as he knelt behind me. His hand separated my ass cheeks and he attacked my hole with his mouth once again. Fuck, it felt amazing! I knew right then that when he put his cock against my hole and pushed, I’d give in. I’d let him fuck me. Me, a straight man, would let this muscular beast ravage my hole with his cock if he’d just keep eating me!
Soon, I felt him slip a finger into my hole. It felt strange, yet strangely nice. He rotated his finger around, sliding in and out, until he hit something that made me feel like I was on the verge of an orgasm.
“FUCK!” I yelled out. “What was that?”
“That was your prostate, boy,” Chad answered as he zeroed in on that place. "If I was gonna fuck you, I'd open you up with my fingers and get you all turned on and needy. I'd make you moan and whine to feel me playing in your hole." I was indeed moaning! Soon he’d added a second, then third finger, as he introduced me to the joys of a prostate massage with his fingers. He kept sliding them in and out, adding spit, and even I could tell that my hole was loose and wet. He stood, I guess to get a different angle for leverage as he was finger-fucking me. Then he pulled his fingers free for a moment, only to press them back in. They felt a little different than before, but I assumed it was because he was standing instead of kneeling behind me.
"Tell me what you want," Chad growled in my ear as he bent over my body, the pressure mounting in my hole.
"I, uhhh, oooh, please, Chad, OOOH..." I groaned, too filled with pleasure to deny I didn't want it, but too scared of what it meant if I admitted it.
"Say it!" He commanded, a little firmer this time.
"Please..." I whined.
"Please, what?" he asked, holding still.
"Please, um, OOOH! Please, uh, fuck me!" I finally groaned out.
Suddenly, however, his three fingers went deeper than before! Simultaneously, I felt both of his hands gripping my hips as he pulled my body back against him. Holy fuck! His dick was sliding into me! He'd been right! He'd gotten me to beg, and now he was fucking me. I had a quick moment of regret that I'd given in.
“Chad, I don’t know, I, um….ooOOOHHH!” I couldn’t finish telling him no, as his dick slid over my prostate, sending sparks of pleasure radiating out from my ass.
“Shhh,” he said. “Just relax. This is your chance to experiment. Just enjoy the ride.” He continued sliding into me, and I realized he must have added some lube to his cock while he was eating out my ass and finger-fucking me. He had me so relaxed that his cock just slid in without much resistance, and soon I felt his meaty thighs pressed against my ass. He leaned down over me, much the same way he was before, only this time his cock was balls deep in my formerly virgin, straight ass. He held still, letting my ass adjust to his thick 9 inch pole that was buried deep in me.
“Turns out, you CAN get fucked!” Chad said as he kissed my neck while beginning to slide his cock out, then back into my ass. Soon, he was pounding my hole, the sound of flesh slapping filled the room as this beast of a man that I’d just met fucked me like I was his bitch.
Once he had me open and taking his dick, Chad moved me onto the bed on my back, spread my legs, and fucked me missionary. He bent me in half, looking me in the eye with a knowing smirk, as he watched me moan and squirm in pleasure as he fucked his big cock into my hole. Then he leaned down to kiss me, making out with me passionately as his cock ravaged my hole.
"Damn, fresh jock pussy is the best!" he exclaimed as he fucked me ever harder. I frowned, unused to hearing my ass referred to as a pussy. Seeing the look on my face, he asked: "What do you call a hole that takes dick?"
"A pussy," I whispered as I watched him power-fuck into my body, my legs up in the air, bouncing around like all the girls I'd fucked before.
"And what do you call someone who takes dick from a real man?" he asked.
"A bitch," I answered shyly.
"That's right," he said, grinning down at me. "Tonight, you're my little jock bitch, and I'm fucking this pussy! Whose pussy is this?” he asked.
“Yours,” I panted breathlessly, getting into the degrading talk. I didn’t know that him referring to my ass as a pussy could be hot, but holy fuck I suddenly wanted more! “It’s your pussy, Chad! Fuck my pussy! Make me your bitch!” I have no idea where that came from, but once the floodgates opened, I couldn’t shut them!
“Jerk your little dick, bitch,” Chad commanded as he continued sawing in and out of my ass. “Show me how much you love getting this muscle man dick.” I didn’t like him calling my dick small. I was 7 inches, and had never had any complaints! But compared to him, I was the small one. I was the weaker one. I was the inferior one. And he’d proven that by shoving his huge dick up my virgin ass and turning me from a straight jock into a sniveling bitch!
I grabbed my cock and began jerking in time to his thrusts. Very quickly, my body was racing toward orgasm as Chad continued to fuck me, holding my gaze as he dominated my jock body. I came, shooting my load all over my chest as he fucked me. I never knew how much my ass was involved in climax, but I could feel my ass muscles clamping down on Chad’s cock as he fucked me through the wave of pleasure.
“FUUUUCCK!” Chad groaned as he sped up. "I'm gonna fill this pussy up with this load! Gonna breed my little jock bitch!" Chad roared as he slammed into my hole, holding still as his cock pulsed. Then a wet warmth began spreading through my no-longer-virgin hole as he bred me, planting his seed deep in my body.
He collapsed down on me, holding me captive as both of our breathing began to regulate as our heart rates slowed. I could feel my load pressed between our chests as he lay on me, his still hard cock buried in my hole. Finally, he began to pull out, sliding his softening dick out of my hole as he rolled off of me, laying beside me on his back. He looked over at me and grinned, the satisfied smile of a man who's deposited his load in his latest conquest.
For my part, I completely freaked out.
"Fuck!" I exclaimed as the realization that I just had sex with a guy, and let him fuck me, sank in. I moved to get up and get out, but Chad was too quick for me. I guess he had experience with straight boys freaking out after sex. He grabbed me, and rolled me over, cuddling me against his chest. "Let me go, fucker!" I growled out.
"Shut up!" he answered, his voice taking on the firm tone of an officer of the law who is accustomed to being obeyed. I immediately calmed down. "So you got fucked. People have sex all the time. It's nothing to freak out about."
"But, but, I'm straight!" I said, the tears beginning to well up in my eyes.
"Whoa, calm down there little man," he said. "Nobody said you aren't straight. You just got a chance to experiment with the hottest guy you've ever seen. You got to be up close with my muscles, and you got to play with my dick. Now you know what it's like. You can decide moving forward if you want more, or if you're done. But you can't make that decision right now. You have to calm down and accept that it happened and that's it."
"But what if people find out..." my voice trailed off.
"Who's gonna know?" he asked. "We just met, and it happened. Nobody knows you're here, and nobody has to know. You had a little fun, and that's that."
"But, why did I enjoy it?" I asked, already calming down as I realized the real source of angst for me.
"Because sex, any kind of sex, feels good," Chad said. "Being intimate with another person always feels good. You don't have to define what kind of person you want to be with for it to feel good. Anytime someone sucks on my cock, or touches my erogenous zones, feels good, man or woman."
"But I got fucked..." I said.
"And you liked it," Chad said, not as a question, but as a statement of fact. I knew it was true, even though it freaked me out. I did like it.
"But why did I like it?" I asked, admitting the truth to the man who'd just pounded his cock in me.
"Every ass has all kinds of nerve endings at the hole," Chad said. "You play with them right and it can be one of the most pleasurable sensations you can experience. I just introduced you to the nerves that are already there in your body. I made those nerves feel good."
Chad continued to hold me, and talk with me through my response, until we both drifted off to sleep.
When I awoke the next morning, I was still cuddled against his muscular chest. It took me a moment to realize where I was. The soreness in my asshole reminded me of the events of the previous evening. I glanced up at his face to see Chad watching me as I woke up.
"Good morning," he said in his deep, sleep filled voice.
"Morning," I croaked back, my head hurting and needing to pee. "Gotta pee." I rolled over and off the bed, stumbling to the bathroom. Once finished, I headed back into the bedroom.
"I need to head out," I said, looking at Chad nervously as the regret of the night before began to return.
"Nope," Chad said as he got up from the bed, walking to me naked and pulling me into his arms. "You're not gonna leave feeling like this. You have nothing to be ashamed of." He paused for a second, then added, "Plus, I gotta fix you some breakfast."
Chad took my hand, interlaced my fingers with his own, and led me to the kitchen. We were both still naked, and we stayed that way as he cooked eggs and sausage and toast, even cutting up some fresh fruit. We sat at the table eating, and by the time we were done, we felt like old friends, well, friends with benefits, of course. He put me at ease and helped me work through the emotions I was dealing with.
After the kitchen was cleaned up, he led me back into the bedroom, to the bathroom, where he started the shower once again. He ushered me in, much like the night before, then joined me. Soon, I was back in his arms, reminded of the pleasure of the night before. He washed me again, we kissed some more, then he sat down on the bench in the shower, pulled me over his lap, straddling him like I did on the loveseat. Only this time, we were both naked, and somehow his cock found its way back into my hole.
"Ride me," he commanded as I sank down on his shaft. I began bouncing on his cock, enjoying the pleasure of controlling the descent and speed. I found I could take him much easier this way, and was soon lost in the pleasure of riding his 9 inch Alpha cock! I also came hands free, just from the pleasure of his cock sliding over my prostate over and over again. I painted his chest with my load as I bounced in his lap, my hands running all over his muscles as I submitted my body to him as his little jock bitch.
After the shower, Chad led me back to the bed, where we cuddled together and talked more. Gone was the regret. Gone was the shame. In it's place was the knowledge that I had a new friend, and a new way to enjoy intimacy with another human being.
After graduation, I took Chad's advice, pursuing a career in law enforcement. Chad helped me find a job that fit my skills and degree. Luckily, our schedules aligned, and we continued to be fuck buddies for years. We both got married, and our wives became friends as well. But from time to time, I needed to feel that muscle cock deep in my hole. And Chad was always willing to meet that need in my life!
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