I had woken in his arm, lying naked beside him. I was curled up to his side, Joe on his back. His one arm under me as I slept on his bicep. When I peered over, Joe was awake and looking at me, his other hand lightly touching my shoulder. I had rolled over and snuggled into him and was ready to pounce on him when he asked me to take a drive with him.
A few minutes after the three young guys emerged from the spa, I noticed the door open from the building and a very tall guy emerged. He had a baseball hat on and was obviously in great shape. I watched him, moving towards the parking lot where I was watching, head down, beard showing in the streetlights. Only when he got to the familiar car parked in the lot did I realize it was my Coach Steve.
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.
Joe took a step down the walkway towards me as I moved with my bags, my eyes on his big wide feet that must be cold on the stone. We met halfway, where he picked up the biggest bag easily, his bicep flexing immediately under his long sleeve, causing both Sandra and I to stare at it. Was Joe bigger? He looked more buff than I remembered, his muscles clearly visible through his shirt.
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?
I pulled up to John’s condo anxious but determined. And fuck if he didn’t answer the door in just a pair of shorts. Athletic shorts. That were already tenting. He stood there, with a smug smirk on his face, barefoot, bare chested, scratching at his left muscled pec tauntingly as I stepped inside. I tried not to look at his perfectly sculpted gym physique, but it was too enticing.
Joe's voice was unsteady, and it was breaking my heart. He was such a powerhouse of a guy. So strong and big physically, that this was not a side he showed to anyone. He was trying not to cry, or rather breakdown by the sounds of it. "I just need to see you." He said over the phone. "I'm 30 minutes away." I couldn't wait to see him, and to be in his arms again.
It was the ninth year of the Trojan War. The besieging Greeks were at an impasse against the Trojans and had withdrawn to the relative safety of their ships moored offshore in the Aegean Sea to determine their next course of action. (Repost of an older story, with a few edits here and there.)
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.
An alpha muscle-bound college jock, secretly gay and inexperienced, he desperately wanted to feel a cock in his mouth. He thought that his little nerd roommate would be an easy practice, but he was wrong.
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.
Sunday nights are usually when people are getting ready for Monday. For me, every couple of weeks, Sunday is y Saturday. And one night proved a lot more fun than I anticipated.
Tyler is a hot, hung, SoCal jock who scores a full boat scholarship at an east coast university. He got lots of pussy on SoCal, but not so much on the east coast, so when I jock offered him some head, and then his ass, he took advantage of it!
I could still hear Joe’s moans in my ears this morning. I could still feel his hands on me, his lips on mine. I could still feel the fullness of his cock inside me, how it filled me with his thick load once again. I could still feel his weight on me, that big muscled body of his. I could still feel everything from last night as I sat beside him this morning in his truck as he drove me back.
At the Grady House party, Randy and Bob go to Mario’s secret garden, an enchanted wilderness where the handsome virile lovers make passionate love in the long grass. Then comes a floor-show – a pornographic fantasy where the muscular young fireman Jason is tied up, stripped naked and body-worshipped. Cock-and-ball torment makes the broken jock beg for mercy and surrender his ass.
After his first day on the job as the personal assistant to a sexy Congressman, Jayden finds himself in a surprisingly sexy situation that eventually leads to the ultimate role reversal.
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.
I stood at the window in the living room watching him mow the lawn. Joe was in his work boots, his grey socks coming up just to the top of the open boots at his thick calves. I watched him secretly. The muscles in his big legs moving as he walked. And his ass…well….let’s just say I spent a lot of time silently staring at those meaty globes of his as I sipped my coffee. I wanted him again.
“We have been in this bed all day long.” I said to Joe as we noticed the time, kicking the covers back. He rolled over onto me and squished me into the mattress, his big naked body crushing me. “I haven’t minded a bit!” he giggled, nibbling at my neck and causing me to squeal. He rolled back, kicking the covers off and leaning back on his headboard, completely displaying his magnificent body.
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.”
“OH GOD! OH FUCK!”
Thank god, I think she’s almost done. For what seems the ten thousandth time, I regret renting an apartment in a newly constructed building with paper-thin walls.
“FU--U--U--CK” She draws the word out into a multi-syllable moan punctuated by my neighbor’s low grunts as he pounds her with everything he’s got.
On a hot summer day, Jake ends up on a street too far from home after a neighborhood distance run. Coincidentally, this is the same street as the muscle stud he passes by on his runs. Jake musters up the courage to ask the stranger for a glass of water, but ends up with more than he expected...
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 middle of the night wakings was what I missed the most being away at school. So many times last summer, one of us had awakened during the night to admire the other. Or the best, we would end up fucking, still half asleep, as if we were living out a dream. Tonight was different. We were taking our time. We were exploring like never before.
Nineteen-year-old Dylan is a five foot four white hustler in New Orleans. On the last day of Mardi Gras, he meets up with a six-foot-two tall, muscular masked man. Underneath the Zorro-like mask lurks an extremely hot and sexy Japanese man in his early thirties very dominant in nature. This is a fuck story in where the Asian is the dominant top the white boy is the happy bottom. Comments welcome.