“What’s up little man?” Mac grinned at me, letting his hands move to my waist, finally touching my naked body. I watched his eyes move down to my dick, then felt his hands slide up my sides lightly, before they came back down to my hips. He was ready for me alright.
“So…Brian,” he said my name with a slight drawl, almost taunting me, “what is it you want?” I could hear the hint of teasing in his voice, and right away I knew what he wanted me to say.
And then we were kissing more deeply, and I felt his body connecting with mine, his hands moving around me. “I love you.” I whispered to him. “Show me how much you love me.” He whispered into my ear as he pulled me over, onto his body as he laid back on my bed.
I blushed at the urgency of Dave's voice, and how badly he wanted me to see me again. “Yes Sir.” I said into the phone, picturing this doctor's muscular body and what he was going to do to me before we ended the call quickly. Just as I hung up the phone, there was a knock on my open office door and I spun around to see the large figure of my boss, Dennis Gibson, smiling tentatively at me.
“Well, hey there little man. Got my message did ya?” I felt his voice sink through me, turning on lots of old feelings for this boy-man in my head. Stefan was closer to my age in years, but significantly more manly than any other young guy I had ever been with. He had the body of a muscled older man, with his football stature and hairy muscular chest that made any other 23-year-old look like a baby.
“Fuck yes.” I hissed back at him, letting my head fall backwards against his pillow as I shut my eyes, picturing Al’s beefy body over me as my body responded to the invasion. I gripped the base of the dildo firmly and rotated it, my legs moving wider as if they had a mind of their own. I was in control of this thing, and I was now registering how my body was shaking with each slight twist and shove.
“What a fucking slut,” I thought to myself, before giving a small laugh at the irony of me calling Nando a slut. Seeing Jeff’s dick in Nando’s hand made me want it just as badly. I stood there for a moment, watching Jeff’s slack jawed face as Nando knelt before him.
I could feel my body shaking as I stood in front of him: this giant muscled doctor, sitting on the edge of his own bed, his beard against my bare abs, my hands drifting around his silky hair. His grey eyes had looked up at me, a smile spreading across his handsome face as he kissed the side of my leg, watching me watch him, before he had removed all my clothes and I stood quivering before him.
Friday he was leaving for another run, and he reminded me to be home ready for that special package he was sending me. “Use it well.” He grinned as he left me that morning. I did what I was told, ready for the night after my mother left. Around 8pm, the doorbell rang and I opened the door to see a big, built, blonde UPS guy standing there with a small box, about the size of a shoe box.
I raised my eyebrow as he leaned in to kiss me hard, practically eating my face. And then he bent down and flipped me onto his shoulder so fast I didn’t know what was happening. He turned as I squealed in shock, my eyes staring down at his white bubbled ass before I grabbed it for support as we started up the stairs, carrying me once again like the fireman he was.
I opened my eyes wider, trying to focus on what was happening, watching him as he worked on untying me, this large massive man now focused on undoing the band around my left leg. As he looked up to my face, I recognized him at last, just when he spoke, and his voice connected to the image I saw before me. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I managed to mumble out.
My body shivered in response, remembering the way he had used me for a full three hours that night, and how much I had enjoyed it. How dominant and in charge he was, how rough and forceful. And how I responded to every command, every name, every thrust. I woke up to find him gone, with $500 on the top of my pants with a small note saying he’d love to see me again. Now here he was, on the other end of the phone....
I woke up to the sound of my door closing, and lifted my head to see his shape in the darkness, the outline of him moving towards me. I watched him pull his white tank off, and then slide his pj bottoms down, revealing his thick cock already heavy and swelling before a hand pulled the entire covers off my bed to reveal my naked smooth body. “You ready for me boy?” he whispered to me.
Al appeared in the entrance to the rec room, putting an elbow up on the door frame and resting his other hand on his waist. I turned to see him standing there, all muscled and sexy, his bearded face a serious one as he stared at me. “Well boy, she’s gone.” He said softly.
I sat up straight, and smiled at them all, the big leather man especially, and waved them in happily. I felt a little dizzy as I did, not even bothering to cover up my naked body. I was oblivious to the scene, and suddenly felt happy to see other guys. “Hey guys!” I heard my voice come out of my body but didn’t recognize it as my own. “Come on over!”
“Then don’t think.” Neil mumbled in between my lips as his fingers moved under me, prodding my ass. He backed up, spitting down onto the palm of his hand and lubed up his cock before he pushed my legs open with his and aimed his dick into my hole. “Don’t think anymore. Just…..”
“Let it out boy. Dad’s here to make you feel good all the time now.” His voice was soothing, and I closed my eyes, feeling the liquid ooze out of me. I wasn’t even moving, but my cock jerked out a load just from having this man’s beer can cock invade me.
I crept into the darkened room, the shades still down, and tiptoed to the slightly ajar bathroom door. I peeked in through the crack and could see just the corner of the shower. I didn’t see Al, so I pushed the door open a bit more until I could see the outline of half of his naked body. I’ve always had a thing for a naked wet muscled guy. Al was no disappointment.
I didn’t know what to expect as I rounded the corner of their doorway. But there he was, naked, laying back on the bed, sitting up with his back against the headboard, his big feet pointed in my direction as he slowly pulled on his big cock, waiting for me. “What took you so long?” He said quietly as I walked into their bedroom.
“Nice to finally meet you son.” He said without a thought, his voice loud and booming. The word “son” seemed to resonate with me in a weird way. His eyes stayed on mine, gleaming at me as if he too was registering that he just called me son. But as I held his grip, his eyes travelled over my body. “Looks like someone hits the gym hard.”
Sam's mouth suddenly licked my ear as I felt him moving his cock between me, his tongue licking into my ear as he panted out a warm breath. “Did you miss my big cock so much you needed more?” He tightened his grip, his forearm digging into my throat. “Well here I am little man.”
“Come on little buddy.” Colin said, gripping me under my arm and pulling me along. At first I thought Tim wasn’t going to be invited, as he sat watching me step out of the hot tub. Colin grabbed a towel and tossed one to me, rubbing the other across his face and gave a head nod to Tim still under the water. “Come on old man. I know you want to fuck his ass so let’s go.”
We watched each other, not saying anything more, Kyle’s hands moving up and down Jim’s muscly back; Jim’s head lolling down every now and then as Kyle fucked him. I could see the muscles on Jim’s shoulders flexing, his triceps puffed out and defined as he hung on to the wall. I was in a trance watching them, stroking my cock with my one hand. And then I heard Rob's voice behind me: “Enjoying the view?”
There was a small window to the side of the door, so I carefully stepped up to the corner of it and peered into the slats of the blind. There was Frank, sitting behind his desk, pants undone with Fernando’s blonde head between his legs, getting a fast and furious blow job from what looked like a professional. That little cocksucker, I thought to myself.
He pushed the door open, revealing a dim room with a bed in the middle, a sling beside it, a small table and tables off to the side and a series of chains and straps hanging from the walls all around the room. But my focus wasn’t on the things hanging from the walls, or the bed for that matter. It was the blindfolded muscular man in nothing but a pair of black briefs strapped to the end of the bed, standing facing me at the doorway that caught ...
“Ride that cock boy.” He whispered again, putting his free hand behind his head and flexing out his bicep. I heard a groan of my own as I watched him, feeling the sensation of his cock in my ass as he pulled at my dick. All 6 plus feet of his solid muscular body under me. This massive man probably twice my size now under me, weak with lust as he watched me pleasure myself on his pole.
I let him step inside and shut the door. I wanted to say I could help him get out of that smelly stuff easily but I didn’t have the chance. He was on me as soon as the door closed, a breathless kiss, our mouths attacking each other, my back slamming into the door I just closed. I breathed in through my nose as our tongues met once again, breathing in his scent, that manly sweaty smell that was all Neil Campbell, and it smelled so good.
I was pushed up against the wall suddenly, pinned to it by his huge body behind me pressing into me, my arms pulled up and out like a prisoner, his strong hands holding my wrists to the wall. I felt his cock in his pants dig into my backside, and his entire weight pushed me into the wall. A hot breath went down my neck as his beard tickled it. And then his voice, so deep and low, was in my ear. “I am going to fuck you senseless boy.” He ...
“I’ve never felt this alive before.” Neil mumbled into my ear as he began to slowly pump up into me. He took my hands in his and wrapped them around my own body, pulling me into his chest behind me. He felt amazing like this, this big powerful man holding me so tightly as he fucked me so gently. “I feel ten years younger.” I heard him say as he squeezed me tighter.
I heard him grunt as spoke into the phone to me. “Prove it little man. Why don’t you get that hot little jock ass ready for me. Leave your front door open and have that ass pointed at the door. Put on a blindfold and wait for my cock.” I felt my heart flip at this request. “How long till you get here?” I grinned, picturing Greg's beefy body walking in my door to find me like that.