I was drifting slightly, just after 5:30am when I heard my front door open and close quietly, and the rustling sounds of my man entering and removing his boots and coat. Darren had been to my house a couple times now, and knew the way to my bedroom. I rolled over to face the doorway and saw his hulking 6'2" 210 pound figure round the corner of the stairs and enter the master bedroom.
It had started with the 6’3” muscle stud next door, Dan, on that island. Only to have my wife’s coworker’s firefighter husband Ed join in. And as I was anticipating a threesome or foursome with Ed and Dan and his partner Mitch, it was my wife’s OTHER coworker’s husband Rob that had just fucked me twice in twelve hours. That big stocky muscled bear of a man was now still on my mind.
Darren answered the door with a giant hello and started playfully attacking my kids, making them giggle and snort in delight as they jumped all over him. I wanted to do the same. He was wearing jeans, and an undone dark blue thick buttoned-down shirt that made his blue eyes pop. Even though it was winter, he was barefoot. How was I going to keep my hands off him with my family around?
After the game, the men find themselves in smaller groups, talking, drinking or making out. But two of them are missing, so the rest of them decide to find the couple and check out what they are doing.
I loved talking to Darren. The sound of his voice on the phone made me hard instantly. And when he ended our first conversation on the phone a few days after our backseat romp with “I love you man” I was hooked completely. After four days with only just hearing his voice, I was dying to see him again. And when I did, he had a little surprise for our next rendezvous.
And then an older guy walked in, wearing a leather cap, and a leather harness across his chest with a pair of black leather boots and a black jock. He looked to be about 50 and was built like a brick shithouse. Muscled. Big thick muscular legs. Round shoulders. Huge guns. He looked powerful, like someone's hot dad. Or boss. Looking at him, I knew I was ready for another cock.
I found my eyes wandering more and more to Rob. I hadn’t really noticed him when we arrived, other than he was big and had a full beard. I thought he was fat, but in fact his bulky clothing revealed a nicely built stocky muscled body. He was thick, manly, meaty. I wanted more. Little did I know that Rob wanted more too.
The men are getting drunk and decide to catch up by playing spin the bottle. As the game go on, they take off their clothes and reveal some secrets, warming up to what will come up later.
A smile came across my face as I waited, hoping he would send a message back immediately. I had met Darren and his family in the Dominican at the resort we stayed at over Christmas and New Year’s. Darren was a big muscle hunk, towering over me at 6’2” with a sculpted thick muscled physique, a big tribal tattoo across his shoulder, nice blue eyes, and now he wanted me all to himself. I did too.
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He spotted me staring at him, and he waved at us, holding a drink up in celebration. Happy New Year indeed. I was ready to celebrate. Darren walked right up to me and grabbed me tight in a big bear hug. “You look good enough to fuck." He growled at me, and moved to the bar, leaving me standing alone to watch his round ass move away from me. Fuck, I couldn’t wait any longer.
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When we pulled up towards the dock, I could see a big burly figure standing shirtless on the edge of the dock in a pair of shorts. It was Rob. I had misjudged his physique under his clothes. Sure he had a round gut, from eating and lots of beer, but he was still pretty solid, with big wide shoulders and big biceps. I couldn’t help take him in. Suddenly I could picture this giant bear on top of me.
He could see me from a distance on the trail and noticed me looking. I put my hands in my pockets, already getting hard and breathing irregularly as he approached. He had a cocky grin on his face, and he kept lifting the legs of his shorts up to show off the definition of his big muscled thighs. He was probably a good 6’1” or 6’2”, much taller than my short but built 5’9”.
I looked at Darren's big frame beside me, the ocean beside him in the distance, the moonlight outlining his chiseled face. “I can’t explain these past few days buddy.” He was staring down at me, talking so quietly I could barely hear him over the soft sounds of the ocean near our feet. “But I’m hoping we can figure this out and continue something back home.”
I left the washroom first, trying to not make it too obvious in case we came across anyone. Darren had patted my ass just before I opened the stall door and told me every time he looked at me today, he would know that I had his swimmers inside my ass all day long now. Both his words and the tap on my ass from his big hand sent a shiver through me. What WAS he doing to me??
The year I turned 35 we decided to take the kids to an all-inclusive vacation in the Dominican. It was over the Christmas break – the perfect time to escape the extended family and chill. And the perfect time for me to stop yearning for men. Or at least try. Until I spotted him. Standing out against the crowd. Big. Muscular. Smooth. Tribal tattoo on his shoulder. But who was scoping out who?
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It finally happened with my big brother Vinnie. I can't believe my straight, conservative, Catholic, blue-collar married brother actually just did that... and I can't wait to see what else he'll do.
I hadn't heard from Pete, so I went back to the gym in the hopes of finding him. I started to change, feeling rather angry and frustrated when I looked up and saw the older bodybuilder from last night stripping down across the way from me. I was sure it was him – that big beefy body, the short dark brown military crew cut with the hint of grey, those mouthwatering legs. But no Pete. Yet.
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