My God I missed that body. His 6’3” frame of stocky muscles moved closer. I stared at his mountainous pecs, his flat stomach, his trim waist that showed off his thick cock pointing at me as he came closer. His big thighs were moving in, and he stepped one of those muscled legs up and over my head and moved his cock straight to my mouth. "Good morning." Dan whispered.
The doctor steps out a huge muscled man comes in "Doc, I injured my thigh."
I am about to tell him I am not the doctor when a wicked idea comes over me.
"Strip!" I said sternly, "Strip to your underwear!"
Their front door opened and there stood Darren. He had a loose-fitting tee that displayed his big biceps and chest, and a pair of faded jeans that showed off his round ass beautifully. He was bare foot, knowing how much I loved this look on him. His eyes found mine right away. The smile that appeared on his face I knew was just for me as he greeted my bouncing kids and wife.
He pulled back, keeping his hands on my cheeks and stared into my eyes, that wide smile looking at me. “Fuck.” He whispered. “Kissing you is amazing. Look what you do to me.” With that he took my hand lightly in his and placed it on his bulge in his dress pants. His cock was rock hard and sticking out to the left. I grabbed it in my hand and squeezed.
Even though I had just seen him 24 hours before, I missed Joe already, as did he by the way he came in and grabbed me as soon as the front door closed, kissing me like a long-lost love. His scruffy face was cold from the winter, his nose the coldest as our lips met and our tongues found their home again. I literally jumped into his arms, his bulky winter coat getting in my way.
And then Rob appeared. The bearded handsome bear was wearing a long sleeve baseball looking shirt, with blue sleeves and a white middle, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows showing off those huge forearms and accentuating his biceps and chest. He had a worn pair of jeans on and was bare foot. I nearly shot my load just looking at the muscle bear slowly moving towards me with a grin on his face.
As I rounded the corner he was sitting up, leaning backwards against the headboard with his phone in his hand messaging. He was sitting there completely naked looking totally at ease, and the sight of him still stopped me in my tracks: large bare feet crossed at the ankles on top of the rumpled sheets, his biceps flexed as he held the phone in his hand, the muscles on his shoulder rippling.
We drove his dad back to Julia’s and headed back to Joe’s place quietly smiling to each other, Joe’s big hand wrapped around mine the entire way back. And as we entered his place, his big hands were all over me, pulling at my clothes, lifting them off my body, pulling them down my legs, getting at my flesh as we headed to the bedroom. “I take it you’re happy with how that went?” I moaned.
Action-star Grady plays a lifeguard in the movies, but in real life he craves the fantasy of being overpowered by men in uniform – the blond cop Mark and muscled soldier Hassan, who growls, “Sure, as a jock lifeguard you give the orders, but now you take orders from us, ‘cos we own you, stud.” Then Grady surrenders his cum-soaked body to rugged older man Mike and his macho boy Larry.
He pulled me off the wall and spun me around, slamming me back into it and pinning me to it, forcing the breath out of me as his hand reached around to find the button to my jeans. He was panting and breathing hard. “I want you all the time. I can’t get enough.” He moaned in my ear. "Steve, don’t. Not like this!” I heard myself pleading. But I was no match for this 240 pound muscle man.
I kissed him when I got closer, and his hands moved over my back and positioned me above him so I was straddling his waist and sitting on his bulge under the covers. Looking down at my sexy man all bare chested and ready for me, teasing him with my tape measure, I smiled widely. “What shall we measure first?” He raised an eyebrow and lifted his hips.
Rob grinned and placed his hands on the arms of the chair, his big fingers dangling over the edge. I looked at them, suddenly wanting to suck them. My eyes trailed over to his bent leg, looking at the giant calf muscle on him, then back up to his bearded face where his eyes locked on mine. “I think you and I should go for a hike in the woods right now.” He said lowly. I immediately agreed.
We didn’t move, didn’t even stir for the entire time we slept. When I slowly started to regain consciousness, I was still on my side, Darren’s 6’2” body still covering my 5’9” frame completely, his leg still in between mine, his arms still wrapped around me. I involuntarily moved a bit, and I could hear his breathing change, and his leg stretched out a bit and his arms came alive.
My cousin, Max, decides to live with us from now on. He stays in the attic, where it's hot and humid, that makes him sweaty. That leaves me to enjoy his masculine smell, up until one night, he decided to change our dynamics completely.
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.