Reality Bites
I was walking funny when I left that hotel room. And sore, but in a very good way.
Mac had to head to practice before his game tonight, but sleeping beside the giant was more than a blast from the past. Just like back in university, waking up next to the blonde colossal man, but this time he seemed even bigger, and more into me.
I woke up to him nuzzling into me, his erection already rubbing against my leg as he nibbled my neck with soft kisses.
“Mornin’.” Was his grumble in a raspy voice that coincided with his big hand sliding under my ass to lift my leg. He was behind me, sort of sideways, angling himself in, pulling my face to his as he pushed my leg upwards. His cock was wet with his own spit and he slid into me. I felt the surge of my bowels as I felt the urge to piss right there in the bed as he shoved himself inside me. The rawness of his cock, along with the tenderness of my ass from last night’s poundings, made me wince. He noticed, and held himself still. “Sorry, but I can’t help myself.”
He just hugged me into him, those big arms around me, the feel of his massive body around me as he kissed me. His hands moved around my ass as if he was soothing me while his cock pulsated inside me. He was holding back, knowing I was sore, but when he started to move and I moaned, he did his best to take it easy on me.
The hotel room was quiet, there was no movement in the hallway as he slowly fucked me. We didn’t move, and we didn’t really talk. Just groaned, and made out, and pushed the covers away with our feet, until he was practically over me again, and telling me he was going to dump another load of his seed inside me.
I moaned into his mouth as he gripped my cock and jerked me off when he finished, keeping his thick cock still buried in me as I shuddered out my morning load all over myself. And in one scoop, he picked me up, still attached to his dick, and carried me into the shower with him, where he just kept gripping my body and kissing me nonstop until we were shower fresh and clean.
He walked around the room naked, proud of his physique, and that fuckin’ perfect cock swinging between his legs. And those legs! I couldn’t stop staring at them, or his feet, or his round hard ass. But the best part was his freedom, as if this was perfectly normal for us to be getting ready for the day, oblivious to our nakedness but at the same time very aware of it, catching glimpses, smacking asses, and quick grabs. I thought he was going to fuck me again when he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me as I stood in front of the mirror in the hallway fixing my hair. He looked very happy, smiling at me over my shoulder. I felt small with him around me, and the look in his eyes matched mine.
“If only.” He whispered in my ear before he kissed my cheek and then stepped back and started to get dressed, leaving me wanting him even more.
But he didn’t, and my ass secretly thanked him. I didn’t think I could take another round. Just being there, watching him getting dressed, chatting about life, was enough.
He left first, before I was even dressed, heading out to join his team, telling me to take my time. One long kiss goodbye at the door. And a big sigh as he hugged me again, telling me he wished I could be there when he got back after the game.
He said he’d be in touch. And we’d do this again.
It wasn’t until after he left, that I saw the envelope in the bathroom on top of my folded pair of pants that I felt cheap, and doubted what we had just had. But I had three grand in that envelope, more than he had told Grant he’d pay.
Now I really felt like his dirty little secret.
I tried to put Mac out of my mind on the weekend, and focused on my family. I was super dad, and fun husband, trying to assuage the guilt I was feeling. But at the same time starting to wonder what my life would be like again, if I had someone like Mac. Dirty secret kept floating through my head, as I realized he was also mine. As was the big doctor.
If only, he had whispered into me. And I couldn’t help but really think about that if, and all that my boss Dennis Gibson had offered.
Now I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep this up. The guilt was eating me alive.
Sunday night I got a message from Dr. Dave in my secret email account. Yes, I was disappointed that I hadn’t heard from Mac at all, but at the same time, Dave’s message was equally thrilling, and with all my guilty thoughts, maybe spending some time with Dave this week would be just what I needed to let go once again and see what I could really do with the Doc. The kids were in bed, and Allie was upstairs reading. I was prepping for Monday, having skipped Friday at the office to roll around naked with Mac so seeing Dave’s message just lit the flame in me once again.
Family is gone. They all left this afternoon. Just got back from the airport and can’t stop tugging at my dick thinking about you. I’m holding off jerking a load out thinking about burying myself in your sweet little hole. So…When can you spend a few days with me so I can fuck you silly and dump loads of my boys in you? Miss you. D
I felt my heart racing for a number of reasons, but had already prepped Allie that I was going to be away for a night for a conference downtown. I also had days booked for personal use that I could easily use, and maybe pass off a few things to Grant, since Dennis was so happy to have him on board. Let’s see if he actually knows what he’s doing.
I replied back to Dave, pushing away last Thursday and Friday with Mac, and refocused on the big muscle doctor: Hey my man, does Tuesday/Wednesday look good? Give you enough time to clear your call schedule? Can you hold off blowing any loads till then? And I miss you too. B xoxo
I stared at the screen for a moment, wondering if he was able to see messages right away, or if he even had his laptop open or could answer directly through his phone. I was about to give up and go to bed when “Doc Brown” appeared as a new message in my inbox.
I’ll clear those days easy. Will you be able to spend the night? I’m already hard thinking about you in my bed for a whole night. All mine. YUM. Why don’t you come by Tuesday morning and we can spend the day together, and I’ll see how many times I can fuck you around the house before we sleep together in my big bed. Me: BIG SPOON. You: LITTLE SPOON. ;)
My cock swelled a bit at the thought of being in his big arms, but immediately I pictured Mac, having just spent the night with him, and how amazing it felt again to be next to a giant man. Dave reminded me more of Joe, but Mac was like a big brother, an old friend, someone more my age that I could see growing old with. Dave was finally opening up more, and I was starting to think maybe he was rethinking his whole “I’m not falling in love with you” ideal. Dennis offered for me to escape with him, but after he used me, I wasn’t ready for him. I’d been used before and wasn’t into that any longer. I wanted to be the one in control.
But then again, I was now the one offering myself up to Mac. My mind flashed to Dave’s exclusive contract, having busted that once with Dennis, now Mac.
I hit reply and typed without thinking:
I can spend the night. My wife thinks I’m going to a conference, and I can take personal days at work. No one will bug me. I’m all yours Tuesday and Wednesday.
In two minutes, I had his reply.
Damn right you are. All mine. In my bed. In my arms. All fuckin’ night long. Can’t wait to see you baby. D xo
I closed my laptop and snuck into bed sheepishly. I couldn’t keep doing this to my wife. I couldn’t keep doing this to myself anymore. But I also couldn’t seem to control myself.
Instead of heading downtown to my supposed conference, I drove that Tuesday morning to Dr. David Fox’s large house at the edge of the city, pulling into the long driveway and parked in front of the three-car garage at the side of the massive two-story house. I took it all in as I walked up the paver stones, realizing I’d only ever been here at night, never during the day. When Dave opened the door, he looked hotter than ever. Ripped faded blue jeans that were frayed at the bottom of his ankles, hanging over his big bare feet. He had a light green t-shirt on that showed off his massive muscles and reddish-blonde hairs on his arms. His bearded face was smiling, and his grey eyes were like ice.
“Get in here sexy.” He grinned at me taking a step back, giving me a whole new definition of sexy as I looked at the off-duty doctor.
As soon as the door was shut, he pushed me gently back into it and teased me with his lips, smiling at me, sort of growling lowly as if he wasn’t sure he wanted to rape me, kiss me, or eat me. When I put my hands on his hard ass in those jeans and pulled him close, he finally gave in and kissed me softly, spreading my lips wider with the insertion of his tongue, pressing his bulge against my stomach as I felt my body being practically lifted off the floor.
But then he gave a grunt and he stepped back, his crotch thick with his erection, his bare feet spread wide as he watched me kick off my shoes. I gave him a wicked grin when I bent down to put my overnight backpack I packed onto the floor. And then he came at me again, lifting my face up to meet his, and the back of the front door hit me as he pressed me up against it.
“I promised myself I wouldn’t fuck you as soon as you walked in, but I’m so fucking excited you’re here.” He pressed his crotch up against me, and I couldn’t help myself but to grab it, making him groan even more in my mouth as he fed me his tongue.
I flipped open the top button of his jeans and unzipped, digging my hand into his underwear to feel the heat from his hard cock. He responded by flipping me around, and pushed my face with one hand against the door.
“Fuck it.” He said and his free hand slid into the back of my pants, his finger searching between my cheeks for my hole as I groaned against the solid wood door. He stepped up close, rubbing his exposed cock against my lower back as he reached around for my own fly, and opened my pants wide, peeling them over my ass.
I felt wetness as he used his cock to smear the gob of spit over my butt, and then slid downward, into the crack, and he moved himself into position.
“Want it baby?” He whispered into my ear. I was already panting, and anticipating the feeling of him, missing Mac, now missing the feel of Dave more than I admitted.
“Yes, Sir.” I moaned, arching a bit, lifting up my own shirt and sticking my ass upwards for him. He guided himself into me, pushing the head of his cock into me gently before he removed his hand and grabbed my shoulders as I rested my face against his front door.
I let out a slow breath as I waited, feeling the head of his dick stretching me wider, until he moved slowly forward.
I groaned out a long “AHHHHH” as he slid into me, his jeans around his knees, my own pants just over my ass keeping my legs somewhat together as he moved his mouth to my neck and made me shiver in more ways than one.
“Fuck Brian.” He kissed my ear, then my neck, then turned my face sideways to find my lips as he bottomed out in me and pushed himself even further into me, the hardness of his dick matching the feeling of the door against me. A hand found mine on the door and our fingers entwined as he started to move back and forth.
My God he felt good as I closed my eyes and let him take me. I knew it would be quick. He was breathing too hard and he was now fucking me hard and fast. We had two days together. I knew his plans. He was going to fuck me all over his house this time. I figured he’d start here.
“I’m going to fucking OWN YOU today!” He moaned into my ear, holding my hand against the door as his other hand moved to my abs to hold me as he drilled me from behind.
And with several quick thrusts, he slammed into me, hard, spilling his first round into me right there in his front foyer, my breath clouding the door, leaving fingerprints on the wood as his hot breath flooded my cheek.
“FUCK!” He groaned out and dug into me deeper, making me gasp and turn to him, which he took as an invitation to shove his tongue into my mouth again, his beard tickling my face as he tried to regain control.
He backed up, and I heard the sound of his jeans being done up before I could move. My muscles seemed locked for a moment, and I turned my neck to see him doing up his button on his jeans, grinning widely at me. “Well, so much for not fucking you at the front door!” He panted.
I pushed myself off the door and pulled my pants up and wiped my hands through my hair. “Well…that was one way to say hello.” I ran my hands over my face, smelling his dick on my hand already.
“So much for controlling myself.” He was beaming, and rubbing his big hands together, spinning on his heels and pointing to the kitchen. “Come on in, before I rip your clothes off and fuck you again on the floor!”
I watched his rump in those jeans and felt my own resolve wavering as I followed him into the kitchen, where two champagne flutes waited for us, with what I was assuming were orange mimosas. He picked them both up and handed me one, and then pulled me in by the waist to his body and held up his own glass to make a toast.
“Here’s to us, forgetting about the outside world, and just being here together, undisturbed, and all alone.”
He clinked my glass and watched me with a big smile as we tilted our glasses up and I took a big sip, downing about half the amount on my first gulp. Then he bent down and kissed me again.
We came up for air and both drank the rest before he put his glass down and took mine, then pulled me in for a tighter embrace, wrapping his arms around me.
“I’m so fuckin’ happy you’re here.” He moaned into my neck, squeezing me tight.
“I think I could tell by the greeting at the front door.” I said quietly, breathing in his cologne and the sweet fragrant scent of his body wash. He was so big, bending over me, his body felt solid, warm, and RIGHT. “But I’m glad I’m here too.”
We downed the first mimosa, and Dave poured us a second, then took my hand and brought me to the large living room in the back of the house, surrounded by dense forest and complete privacy.
He steered me to the L-shaped sofa and sat down, his big bare foot on the cushion as he bent his leg and faced me, taking another long swig of the orange liquid. His smile was wide, his teeth perfect, and the quiet made me feel like THIS was just the escape I needed.
I smiled back, and he took my free hand and clasped it, squeezing it and then made a sound. “I can’t believe how happy you make me.” He suddenly said, and the guilt hit me once again.
“I know.” I said quietly, looking down at my glass in my free hand as he held my other one.
His smiled faded a bit, and when I looked up, he was staring at me, his hand holding mine tightly. “I can’t help but think this could be real. All this. You and I.”
I couldn’t help but frown at him. “What do you mean?”
He let go of my hand and reached over to take my glass from me and set the two glasses down in front of us on the coffee table, before he pulled me into his body, and I found myself sitting on his lap, straddling him, Dave settling himself under me and wrapping his arms around me.
“This. Us together. All the time.” He pulled me into his chest, my head now listening to his heart beating as he held his arms around me and rested his chin on top of my head. “I know I said I wouldn’t fall in love or anything stupid like that, but I can’t deny it. I can picture this with you. Us living together.”
My heart was pounding now as I rested quietly against him. And waited for him to keep going.
After a minute’s silence, he kissed my hair and stroked my back. “I’d do it you know. For you.”
Now I sat up, pushing myself up from his chest to face him. “What do you mean?”
His smile melted me. He was so fucking handsome and hot and big and seeing him looking up at me was very different than the rough sex crazed hunk I met at the club, when he paid to have sex with me. Now he was a real guy, with a real house, and a real life with a wife and kids, hinting that we throw it all away and be together. Just like Dennis had offered me. And who I had turned down.
“Don’t you think about it too? I mean, you admitted you love me.” He was barely whispering, his voice soft and low, his hands moving slowly around my body, feeling me.
I nodded, letting my own hands rest on the side of him, feeling his stomach moving up in down in deep breaths as he studied me. “I do.” I wasn’t sure what I was saying I do to, the thoughts or loving him, but he smiled wider.
“I’d leave my wife for you.” He said and I pushed myself off him, practically leaping to my feet at the suggestion.
His frown said it all, and he looked suddenly scared as he stood up with me.
“Brian, I’m sorry, but I would. Does that scare you?”
I moved away from him to the large windows and looked out into the forest around his house. It was so quiet, and the feeling of being here suddenly scared me.
Then he was behind me, and put his hands on my shoulders lightly and started to rub them. I could see his large figure standing there around me, he lowered his mouth to the top of my head again and kissed it again, pressing his body against mine.
“Don’t you hate the sneaking around? Don’t you just wish that we didn’t have to do that anymore?”
I looked up at his reflection in the window. “I thought you were the one that would never do that? You said from the get go that you would never leave your wife.”
He let out a big sigh, and suddenly squeezed me tight, wrapping his arms around me and resting his chin on my shoulder, staring out at the trees with me.
“I love being here with you. In your house. All THIS.” I finally said and then let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “Isn’t this enough? We agreed that it was.”
I heard him inhale through his nose as he held me against him and we kind of swayed together, standing there at the window. “It was. Honestly. But I can’t help but think that this could be us every single day. I would love to be with you, come home to you, take care of you.”
This was Dennis all over again. And no matter how guilty I felt about being married, I couldn’t see myself hurting Allie. “It would never be like this.” I said in a voice I almost didn’t recognize as my own. My jaw was clenched and I felt suddenly trapped in his arms.
“But it can….” He started to say before I cut him off.
“It can’t! Because you’d have an ex-wife and I’d have an ex-wife. We’d have kids that would be somewhere in the middle. There’d be hatred, and guilt, and money issues that we’d have to split in half, and THIS would never be the same, because one of us would resent the other for creating such turmoil in our lives that THIS would never feel the same. Our wives would hate us, both of us! We’d lose friends. Our wives would get half of everything. You want that? Living in hatred? Feeling so fucking guilty and ashamed all the time? You think that you and I would survive all that and still have days like THIS?”
I felt him freeze. Our bodies stopped swaying. Then he gently released my body and stood up behind me, putting his hands back on my shoulders with a soft pat, before he turned away and walked back towards the kitchen.
I held my own arms, standing there alone now at the window, trying to calm myself down from my little outburst, thinking I’d hurt him. I could see him pick up the glasses from the coffee table and bring them into the kitchen, where he busied himself and poured us both another glass.
I could see in the reflection that he was walking back to me, with the two glasses. I turned my head to look up at him as he came to stand beside me, offering me the flute with sad eyes.
“I’m sorry.” He said softly, holding the drink out to me. “I know exactly how you feel Brian. I’m scared about all that too. But I’d be lying if I said I never thought about it. A life with you. Because you make me feel like me again. And I’d love to have that feeling all the time. But I understand where you’re coming from. I used to think like that too.”
I took the drink from him. “Used to? So…what changed your mind all of a sudden?”
He shrugged, then clinked my glass. “You.”
I gave a laugh and turned away from him, feeling all sorts of emotions welling up. “Don’t flatter me. I don’t think I’d survive what it would do to my wife and kids.” I said so quietly, hiding my fears as I took a drink.
I saw him take another drink too, and put an arm around me like a father, pulling me sideways into him. “Okay. I get it.” He said quietly.
I put my head against his body and took a deep breath.
He held me against him and looked out at the trees. “I’m scared of all that too Brian. I’ve seen our friends’ marriages blow up, seen the fallout of divorce and friends siding with certain spouses. And I believed it all too, that I couldn’t do that, not to my family, and I wouldn’t want you to suffer through yours either.” He looked down for a moment, and pulled me even closer. “Look, Brian, you have ignited something in me that I thought I had successfully pushed down. I felt like this once before, falling for a guy like you. Almost left everyone and ran off. But we didn’t because I was too scared. Then I found the club. Got my needs met. But then meeting you, seemed to reignite it all, like I found the right guy to escape with, and I could finally be me. I don’t have this kind of sex with my wife. I have it with YOU. And the older I get the more I think that I deserve a life too. One that I can be happy. I thought I saw that in your eyes too. That first time you said I love you.” He sighed. “But I get it. I understand. And if you’re not ready, then I can keep going like this too. Of thinking about you when I’m at the hospital and wondering how I can see you. I like picturing you in outfits and slowly peeling you out of them. I like the thrill of sneaking around and fucking you so much that I can’t wait to do it again. The fact that you’re a smart, successful man with a family of your own to provide for turns me on. I think you’re sexy as hell, funny, and I only wish I met you a long time ago. But this….” He pointed around the house. “…I can keep doing this for you. For now.”
He squeezed my arm again and I felt my body relaxing. “So…you’re okay with continuing like this?” I asked quietly, keeping my head against his body and avoiding looking up to see his face.
He let go of my arm then and turned to face me, using his free hand to lift my chin up to meet his eyes. “I would do anything for you.” He moved closer to me, stepping up to me, moving his body right in front of me and sliding his hands around my waist. “And if you are okay with all this in secret, then I will keep doing it all for you baby.” He pulled my body into his roughly suddenly, pressing himself against me. I could feel his bulge.
“Thank you.” I heard myself say as he stared down at me, shoving away that twinge of guilt now I felt for him, like he was sacrificing himself to keep our lives a secret. Well…my life anyway.
“Okay then. Forget I said anything.” Dave said, bending down to find my mouth upturned. He kissed me softly, his one hand holding my lower back as I felt his erection against me. “I do love you my boy.” He whispered before he kissed me again.
My hand slid up his broad back, listening to the sounds of our breathing changing through our noses as we stood there making out. My own dick responded. How could it not in the arms of this giant successful doctor.
He broke the kiss and took my glass from my hand and set the two glasses on the coffee table before he came back to me to kiss me again, wrapping his arms around me tighter than ever and practically lifting me up off the floor. Then he pulled his face back and smiled at me. “Okay. Enough stupid talk. I don’t think I can hold off any longer.” This time he did lift me up off the floor and he moved my legs around his waist. He started walking, staring at me. “I need to fuck you properly, right now, and show you just how much I love you.”
I was being carried so couldn’t resist, Dave’s strength no match for me. He carried me up the stairs, down the hallway to his bedroom which was already low lit, curtains drawn, bed turned down with soft music playing from somewhere. It made me think just how long it was really going to take for him to give in after all.
He walked me to the bed and gently set me down on it, then stood up and pulled his tee off him and opened the fly of his jeans, yanked down the zipper and pushed his jeans right down, revealing no underwear, his big thick cock flopping out already hard, and then climbed over me, completely naked, going for my mouth with his lips.
He pushed my body upwards onto the bed, me moving backwards under him, feeling his naked flesh, using his legs to shove me further up on the bed.
“Now you get me the way you want. Slow and passionate?” He grinned, lifting up my shirt to feel my bare abs with his big hand. “Or rough and deep again?”
I let my hands run through his soft hair as he kissed my bellybutton, pushing my shirt upwards, then staring up at me waiting for me to answer.
“Both.” I moaned out, making him pause momentarily with a devilish grin.
“Mmmm. Deal: one slow, deep, passionate rough fucking coming right up.” He moved his hands up to my pants and carefully undid the buttons, then roughly pulled them off me, turning me over onto the bed to get them over my ass before flipping me around again and yanking them off, socks and all, before pulling the shirt from my body.
He pushed me down, letting his big hand move up my leg over my hardening cock to my abs as he felt my nude body squirming. Then his hands were on the underside of me, and he moved his head between my legs and pushed my legs up towards my head, bringing my hole up to his lips.
With a moan he dove in, beard and all, tongue out to lick and kiss as he began to munch on my hole, those grey eyes peering up at me as he did. “I can taste my own load.” He moaned into me, making me arch even more at the thought, turning me on beyond belief. I was so hard, and reached under to take hold of my cock.
But Dave reached around and pulled my hand away. “Not yet. I want to make you cum.” I groaned in a mock protest, but let him keep eating me out and let go, feeling his big hands move around me.
I closed my eyes and felt my face go numb as he worked his mouth around my pulsing hole. I was spread out on his bed, holding my own legs back with him between my cheeks. I felt his tongue, then fingers, then his tongue, before sloppy wet kisses surrounded my entrance. I lowered my chin to my chest, looking between my spread legs and my fully erect cock pointing up at me on my own abs as his eyes flicked up to look back at me.
Then he smiled and crawled up towards my face. “Wanna taste yourself off my tongue?” He asked hungrily, opening his mouth to feed me his tongue. I ate him up, grabbing his neck to pull his face into mine. I was swallowing his tongue, listening to him grunt as we kissed, feeling the head of his cock now at my wet hole.
“Fuck me!” I begged into his mouth.
With a fury, he slid his shoulders under my legs and grabbed his cock to push into me. With one deep thrust he was all the way in me, buried to his hips, staring at me.
He grinned before he kissed me again and started a slow fuck, pulling himself all the way out, leaving me open mouthed and panting, before he shoved himself all the way back in. He pushed my arms upwards, clasping my fingers in his as my legs remained on his shoulders. His tongue was out, licking my face as he started a deeper rhythm with his cock, pushing himself so deep in me I gasped every time.
“Yeah baby. Feel how deep I am. Show me what my cock does to your insides when I make love to you.” He groaned, holding my head as I felt my eyes widening.
My body shuddered now with every deep hump of his body, and I heard myself agreeing with him.
“Yeah baby. Cum for me.” He moaned into my ear, using his body now to slide in and out of me so deep I started to lose control. My hands grabbed his back, my legs spread wider off his shoulders and he pushed himself off me to angle even deeper, making my eyes practically pop out of my head. I watched him grab my ankles and split me wider, my own hands now grabbing the sheets on the bed.
My body went into convulsions as his dick hit my prostrate and my head tossed from side to side.
“That’s it baby. Let me FUCK IT out of you!” He roared over me, moving his hands over my feet and linking his fingers into my toes to hold on as he fucked me hard and deep, rough and fast, and watched my body thrash below him.
I arched, clutching the sheets as I exploded my cum like a rocket onto my torso, which only made him fuck me harder. My body was being used now for his pleasure, the bed was moving, making loud banging noises. But they were being drowned out by Dr. Dave, who was looking up at the ceiling in the throes of his own orgasm.
When he came he shoved me so hard I grunted and grabbed his abs, holding him as I watched his eyes focus back on me. With another spasm, he shoved my body again, dumping more of his load inside me, followed by another quick round and the sounds of his moans dissipating before he leaned over me and collapsed on me.
All 250 pounds of him pushed me into the mattress, his sweaty hairy body on my smooth one, panting in my ear. He rolled a bit sideways, his dick sliding out of me in a wet mess, my leg trying to capture his body from moving as I loved the feel of him.
And with a big exhalation of breath, he rolled off me and put a hand on my chest.
“Now see, that’s what I ‘m talking about. Imagine me fucking you like this, every day and night.”
I stared up at the ceiling at his words, remembering the time when I did. But things just didn’t turn out like that for me.
Someone always left me.
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