This was different suddenly. This was someone I had looked up to. This was someone I hadn’t realized meant so much to me as a kid. This was someone who was hurting, like me, and understood grief and pain and longing. My heart was thumping as I stared up at Mr. Campbell, that handsome face smiling down at me. I could see in his eyes he was feeling it too.
“I’ve never…” He started to say but he lost his words in a breath as I shifted my feet to get a better seat on him. And then I just kept moving, slowly, watching him. “Holy fuck.” He whispered quietly as he stared at me, watching my face as he entered me completely. “It’s okay.” I whispered, holding on to the side of his tanned face and ears as he kept his eyes locked on mine and I started to move with more purpose, feeling ...
The older firefighter turned around and all my childhood fantasies came flooding back. I stared at him, outright, and my mouth fell open as I recognized him. I studied the profile of his face, the shape of his large Roman style nose that matched his round face. My eyes went down to his huge forearms and noted the reddish-blonde hair that wrapped around them. And then he saw me.
“Holy fuck!” I yelled, and squeezed his chest tight. I wasn’t going to last long inside this cop at this rate as he moved on me like the fucking hottest stripper I could possibly imagine. He was gyrating, head back, moaning as I twisted his nipples and felt his chest. His own hands went up his own body, as if he was getting into the feeling of being fucked deep, until he was bouncing faster on my cock.
I felt my heart speed up a bit as the Russian leered at me, his hand still on Nico’s thigh. Nico was now smiling at me, holding my eyes, before his eyes slowly moved to my side to stare at my boss. In the silence, I felt my mouth go dry for a moment, before I licked my lips and turned to Dennis. “Am I missing something?” I asked him quietly. “Max and I go way back.” Dennis said quietly. “He and I have similar interests. And we like ...
The epilogue to Summer Landscaping Bonus: I still shiver when I remember the cold that night. I can still picture the vehicle sliding towards us as we stood on the side of the road. I could still hear his deep voice calling out my name and pushing me sideways...107 days later I needed something familiar. I needed to feel alive again. And he came to me.
My eyes flicked up to his face and I was suddenly turned on by this masculine man. I watched his meaty pecs push together as he lifted himself up a bit from the seat and pulled an equally meaty cut cock out. It was thick, manly looking just like the rest of him, with a perfectly sculpted mushroom head on a veiny cock. “Fuck.” I said again, growling at the sight of his dick. I felt a hand on the back of my neck as he pushed me towards it.
I waited a couple minutes before returning to the bar and this time the bartender wasn’t alone. There was an older, smoking hot looking guy with him behind the counter, wearing a black long-sleeved button down and black pants, who turned to me with a big grin on his dark blonde goateed face. He looked downright mean, very tough looking, like another bartender or former bouncer as he looked to be about 40.
Justin was sitting there across from me, acting like nothing was happening, while I felt my insides flipping around, and wanted to get my hands on him. Every time the tip of his tongue appeared as he contemplated a move, I wanted to kiss him. Every time I saw his hand resting on the table, splayed out showing the width of his fingers, I wanted to feel it wrapped around mine again. And as he moved his foot seductively over mine, I wanted to rip ...
“If you are here to offer the same thanks, then I am very pleased.” Abe’s dark eyes seemed to widen and draw me in. His smile never wavered, and his hands flattened on the counter in front of us. I looked up to his face, his skin smooth, the coarse hairs of his thick beard adding to his strong features, the way his eyebrows hung over his eyes. But the look on his face was unmistakable.
Jeremy stood still for a moment, and then slowly, he moved forward, walking towards the door I was holding open for him. But when he went to pass by me, he stopped in front of me, very close in front of me. He turned his head down to my smaller height, and I breathed in deeply, smelling the manly scent of him. “Then I think you should help me find my flashlight.”
I saw movement as Kirk entered the bathroom, the sounds of Jack fucking me in the shower unmistakable. The shower door slid open, Kirk smiling at us going at it. “You horny little fuckers.” Kirk grinned, pulling his cock out of the fly in his boxers. The sight of my big uncle stroking his own rod made me fuck myself harder against Jack. Kirk was fucking hot, his big bearish muscled body only a few feet away from us, and his bearded grin wide ...
I watched the truck move away from me even more slowly before it made a wide turn a ways away and head back towards me, quickly at first, and then slowing down as he neared my headlights again. I leaned forward, wondering how much of me he could see as he came into my sightline in the dim lighting.
The door opened slowly, revealing the insides of the familiar house, the foyer beyond fairly dark. As the door opened further, he came into view, Mr. Gibson, Dennis, my boss, standing in a pair of big black boots, his thick muscled legs looking downright amazing as my eyes trailed up the bare flesh to a black leather jock housing the big package I was coming to sample.
Jack's cock was embedded in me, his hands gently holding my waist. He looked at me like a proud father, his mouth shaping into that “o” look again, encouraging me with a slight nod as Uncle Kirk, behind me, forced his big cock into my already stuffed ass.
I hesitated, realizing I was about to get fucked by my boss, right now, over his desk. He shoved forward, digging his cock into me, pushing me forward. I could feel the material of his dress pants against my thighs as he tried to pry his cock into me. “Open this tight little cunt for me boy. Daddy wants inside.”
A few twists of the roll of the tape, and a few laps around his wrists and my man’s thick arms were hanging off the metal headboard. Rob looked up at his hands with a grin and gave them a little tug. I looked at him, literally hanging from the headboard, naked from head to toe and hard as a rock. “You are one sexy fucking man.” He was all man. All cop. All muscle. And all mine.
He was big, almost the same size from head to toe as Kirk, and his physique looked equally as solid. I thought Kirk was scary looking at first sight, but this guy was equally threatening, especially dressed in his Canadian Armed Forces fatigues. “Well you didn’t lie.” He let out a puff of air, his thick lips moving into an ‘o’ shape. “Jesus Kirk. He’s fuckin’ cute.”
Sam took a step forward, closing the distance a bit between us, this muscled Arab giant sizing me up. “You know, I am wondering if you considered other hardwood before making this selection?” There was a different tone to his voice now, as he moved, and I could feel my pulse quicken. He was definitely interested. "I know good quality hardwood when I see it." I said as I licked my lips.
I was so wrapped up watching all these men having sex I nearly jumped out of my skin when a body pressed up behind me and a hand searched my crotch to grab hold of my bulge. “Like what you see?” A deep voice whispered in my ear. I leaned back into the body, feeling the mass of muscle behind me, a big hairy arm snaking around my chest as his other hand firmly gripped my tool in my pants.
As we sat on the bus, the hunk looked over at me, his eyes burning into me, with that look I knew all too well. I sucked in a bit of air as I felt him spread his legs a bit more, pressing into me to make sure I was getting the signal. I pressed back, and stuck out my other leg, showing off my muscular legs. I saw his eyes roam down, and imagined what he was thinking.
“Let me in boy!” He growled behind me in a way I hadn’t heard. I turned behind me to see his face scrunched, serious, a frown on him making him look downright nasty. But when our eyes met, his one eyebrow raised up at me and a half grin slowly spread upwards to the right. “You want Daddy’s cock don’t you boy?”
I stopped in front of him, standing closer to him than I have ever been and raised my chin upwards to that hulking figure. I could see his chest heaving, his shoulders raising as he quietly inhaled and exhaled, waiting for me. He didn’t flinch, didn’t move and I suddenly wondered if this was a test. My boss, testing me. “Our secret?” I asked quietly. He nodded right away and let out a soft “Yes.”
I was back for more. Like a drug, I needed to have him again already. His smell was still in my nostrils, the sounds he made still floating around my head. The way he touched me, the way he spoke to me, all of my senses had come alive that first time with him. And like a drug, I was already addicted after one hit. The need for this man has overtaken me.
I was back. In Canada. And as I moved through the airport, I breathed in deeply at the sight of round ass of the man in front of me. The sights were still impressive. My eyes gazed at the thickness of the man, holding onto the handle of his luggage as he moved with ease forward. He looked like he could be a flight crew, or a pilot. I licked my lips in hunger. Welcome home Brian, I smiled to myself
“Sir it is then boy.” His tongue licked the bottom of my earlobe and he breathed out slowly. “Now I’m going to fuck you like my own toy.” One hand came around my throat as his other hand circled my body. Right there on his couch, still completely dressed except for our pants lowered, Tom fucked me hard.
I was still smiling, deep in thought, when I stepped into our place, Rob appearing almost instantaneously with a glass of red wine. He had on a pair of jeans and a long sleeve grey Canada shirt and was barefoot. This was a good look on him, and the bare feet was all for me. He had a devilish grin on his face as he kissed me hello, his greying beard tickling me in that now familiar way.
He seemed so big before me. I was still a scrawny jock, only 5’3” compared to his bulky mass. His 6’3” 250 pound body looked giant between me. He was all man. And I didn’t care his fiancé was upstairs. I grabbed his shoulders as he spit into his hand and rubbed his cock and then fed his dick into my spread open legs.
Tom was standing in the doorway of the ensuite, completely naked, his cock already thick. I felt my breath catch as I saw him, his body outlined by the rising sun peering through the bedroom windows behind him. The outline of his body was like a sketch from a bodybuilding magazine, bumps all over him that amplified each glorious part of him, from this square head down to his wide feet.
“Did you miss me?” He finally said softly. Instinctively, I said “Yes.” “I’ve missed you too. I need to see you again.” There was a hunger in his voice that I was getting used to. It fueled me, caused all the blood to seep down my body into my dick and I forgot all reasoning. I pictured Bill’s hot face, his shiny bald head, his big muscled body...the need had finally taken over.