This is entirely fiction. Neither of the characters portrayed are gay and there is no suggestion that, at any time, they have or ever will indulge in the activities described here.
The coach had arrived at the hotel almost thirty minutes late. Neither Alan nor Joe had noticed of course. They were far too busy playing with each other's bodies to be watching the clock! However, it meant that there was rather a panic when the team arrived at the hotel. They were late for their press call and they were all expected to be present.
Naturally the photographers would have been more than happy to see some of the team members shirtless but Sven wouldn't hear of it. As it was there was no time for the guys to go to their rooms and so the luggage was piled into a small meeting room and they all had to scrabble around sorting out jeans and polo or tee shirts. As they changed Alan and Joe kept giving each other knowing smiles. Just minutes before they had both enjoyed shuddering orgasms on the team coach.
The press call went quite well but it had to be followed by a pep talk from Sven and then, as the hotel kitchens were complaining about the delays, dinner. It was almost midnight by the time that they all managed to finally retrieve their luggage and find their rooms.
Joe and Alan were on a promise. Alan flung his case onto the floor and picked up his mobile to phone Joe.
'Still up for it?'
'You'd better fucking believe it.' Joe panted, 'I've never been so fucking horned up in my life.'
And so it was that, within a few minutes, Joe had joined Alan in his room. There was no reason for discretion now, no teammates sitting a few feet away. Now they were alone together for the entire night. Nothing could get in the way of hard passionate man sex and these guys knew all the moves and played a hard and ruthless game. They knew their respective limits but were constantly pushing each other to go further and further. They knew how to excite each other with their aggression and impress with their ingenuity and staying power. Sex was an adventure for them. It was never predictable and sometimes it even shocked them. On occasions, when lying in a breathless and sweating heap of satisfied muscle, they would ask themselves 'Did we really just do that?'
Tonight promised to be special. That wonderful and daring episode on the coach had been an exciting taster. The heat and risk of the experience had stimulated them more than they had ever known. It was an hors d'oeuvre. Now the main course promised to be wildly unpredictable and they knew it. As Joe entered the room he looked at Alan with questioning eyes as if to ask 'What's going to happen tonight?' Alan wondered the same. They both knew that it was going to be quite amazing.
Alan was already stripped down to a pair of shorts when Joe walked in. The subtle lighting in the room emphasised his musculature making shadows appear beneath his pecs and on his abs. His arms were stronger nowadays and his legs, as ever, chiselled perfection. The light emblazoned his blond hair. He looked stunning. He looked like a gay fantasy.
'You horny looking fucker!' Joe was impressed. Alan's body always impressed him. He had used photographs of that man for his wank fantasies even before he had met him. He wore a tee and shorts and stood a few feet away and pulled his tee shirt over his head and tossed it onto the floor. That compact body was so toned, so firm and, as with Alan's the lighting served to emphasise its shape and perfect proportions. There was a deep dark shadow between and beneath his pectorals and ripples of shadow down his abdomen. He fixed his eyes on Alan and kicked off his trainers.
'What you wearing under those shorts Alan?' he asked.
'Fuck all!'
'Same here.'
'I can tell. Come her you horny fucker!'
A few paces and Joe and Alan were face-to-face and very close. Their eyes met and then wandered over their defined chests. It was Alan who made the move grabbing Joe by the shoulders and pulling their faces together. His tongue smashed into Joe's mouth and he gripped the man's head aggressively. They kissed wetly and hard as tongues fought and saliva passed from mouth to mouth. Joe gripped Alan's biceps hooking his thumbs under his arms feeling the hair in his pits as a gallon of Alan's spit covered his tongue. The heat and intimacy of this made him push his fingers deeper into Alan's pits and the hot moistness found in them. Alan pulled his face away and a long cord of saliva linked their mouths before breaking and landing on Joe's upper chest where it shone in the light. Alan had wildness in his eyes. They burned into Joe's.
'Open wide hun.' As Joe opened his mouth Alan spat hard into his mouth. He looked at Joe as he washed the spit around his mouth and spat again onto the man's lips as he felt fingers applying pressure in his armpits. Joe chewed on the saliva and mixed it with some of his own before spitting it back onto Alan's face.
'Gonna be like that, is it?'
'Fucking is Alan! Fucking is! I'm gonna be nasty tonight!'
'Suits me fucker!' He forced Joe's mouth open and spat deep and hard again. 'As nasty as you fucking want it.' Joe's hands dug deep and hard into his pits as he smashed his mouth into Alan's again and pushed his body hard against the wall. 'Lets see this fucking hot body you blond bastard. Dunno how I held myself back today on that bus. I wanted you to fuck me.' He pushed his hands deeper into Alan's pits and licked down his chin and neck and across the top of his chest. His eyes focussed on the dark blond hair that spread over the sternum and he licked through it, moistening the hair and stimulating his tongue. The hard nipples were his next target as his tongue flicked them in turn before his lips settled on the left nip and started applying extreme suction and driving his tongue against the tip. This time Alan didn't have to hold back his grunts and cries, his passionate obscenities.
'God yes! Yes! Eat my fucking nips you fucker! Harder!'
Joe started to chew it with his teeth, twisting and pulling, knowing just how Alan got off on this kind of treatment. The moans and grunts turned Joe on almost as much as the activity itself and he applied more and more to get the desired outcome.
'Fuck! Fuck! Use my fucking tits!'
This was what Joe wanted. It was with just a little reluctance that he pulled his hands from those deep moistening pits but he had another use for them. And those pits would still be there in a few minutes. He stood face to face with Alan, who still had his back against the wall and spread the palms of his hands on the pumped pectorals, kneading them and feeling their firmness. Gradually he fingers enclosed both nipples and he started to squeeze them. He looked into Alan's eyes. They were half closed and fixing him with intensity. Suddenly Joe applied pressure, great pressure and Alan responded by hitting his head against the wall and yelling loudly.
'Like that baby?'
'You fucking know I do. You always know what I fucking want.'
'Want it harder? Like this?'
Joe applied even more pressure, so much that his biceps hardened into solid knots of muscle.
'Arghhhhhhhhhhh! Shit! Yessssssssssssssssss!'
'Oooh yeah baby, you like what Joe does to your tits don't ya! You fucking crave it! More?'
'Uh! Yes.Yes!'
Again Joe squeezed the nipples, harder than before and as he did so his mouth smashed onto Alan's so that he could spit into it as it opened. He continued to apply the same pressure as he pulled back a couple of steps so that he was gripping them at arms' length and could take in the whole view of the taut body and a huge bulge that swelled the shorts.
'You look so fucking horny like that Alan.' He relaxed the pressure for a moment and Alan looked at him pleadingly. He responded by not only squeezing with the same or even greater degree of pleasure, but this time twisting the nipples at the same time. The left nipple was twisted clockwise, the right anti-clockwise, sharply, relentlessly, as he started at his hands and then the blond's crazed face. 'Sure you can take this?' he smirked wickedly.
'Just fucking do it. Push me to the fucking limit.' There was sweat streaming down Alan's pecs now. He saw Joe's eyes narrow. He had seen them this way before and gritted his teeth for what he knew was likely to come next.
The fingers loosened their grip for a second and then they tightened again. Tighter than ever, twisting and now pulling sharply, drawing Alan's back from the wall and then actually shaking his entire body. His eyes widened, his mouth dropped open and he howled like an animal on heat as the onslaught on his nipples became even more extreme than he expected. He was pushed back against the wall with a thud and then pulled away again, back and forth, fingers ever tighter, twisting to more extremes than ever.
Joe then moved closer, still gripping and twisting, he pressed his body against Alan's and, for the first time, the hugely engorged cylinders of their cocks met through the fabric of their shorts. His mouth pressed against Alan's and he kissed him violently, humping their bulges together.
He stood back and dropped his hands and stood facing the blond who was breathing sharply, entranced by what had happened. Alan knew that Joe was capable of pushing things but he was seeing him in a new light and liked what he saw. He'd be every bit as extreme tonight!
Joe wanted a reward for what he had done. He wanted to work on his blond lover's armpits, taste them and lick them.
'Lets get at your pits now!' He was all but drooling as he spoke those words. He had eaten one of Alan's pits earlier but that had been merely an appetiser. Now, this pit freak wanted a real meal.
'Ask nicely.'
'Fuck off you blond slut! I'll fucking have what I want.' He grinned as he said this put a knee in Alan's crotch, feeling the huge bulge fighting the pressure. 'Open ya fucking arms you bastard.'
'That's better.' Alan grinned. He knew just how much Joe loved pit munching and after the incredible pleasure that he's just experienced on his nipples he wanted to reward him. But he also liked the way in which Joe was acting so aggressively towards him. With his back still against the wall, leaving sweat marks on the paper, he lifted his arms up high. Joe wanted to savour this moment and stood back a few steps to admire what he was seeing. Alan's shorts were now tenting and straining but the contents would wait because they certainly weren't going to get any smaller. He looked upwards at the muscled arms and the way in which the shadows emphasises the contours. Most of all he looked into Alan's pits. Deep, desperately inviting, begging attention, temptingly furnished with dark blond hair. He places his hands into them, his cock lurching as he felt the heat and the texture of the hair. His palms rubbed and then his fingers massaged and probed but it was his tongue that craved a chance to explore. His hands now gripped Alan's arms as his face moved in on the right pit, licking around the muscle and then spiralling in towards the hot target, which, he knew, was one of Alan's most sensitive spots. Alan looked down at the dark haired head as it moved into him. He could hear Joe's noisy slurping and quickened breathing.
'Lick 'em out Joe. Come on stud!'
Joe pressed his tongue deep into the armpit and dribbled some precious saliva into the already moist hair. He pressed it in and then swirled it round, deep and lovingly across the point that would send Alan crazy. He knew that he had hot his target when he heard his lover let out a low growl of satisfaction and this made him lick and suck harder sending torrents of lust through them both. He licked at the sweat, sucking on the hair and swallowing the juice as his fingers found the other pit and pushed deeply into it before grabbing the hair between thumb and forefinger and tugging hard making the blond whimper and shudder. For a moment he drew his face back from the pit to look at the object of his desire. A trickle of sweat was running down the side of Alan's body and he licked it into his mouth before moving his attentions to the left pit, making it every bit as wet as the other.
Alan was in ecstasy. His pits had always been such an important erogenous zone and this man, above all others, knew just how he liked them to be worshiped. More drool was slathered into the deep cavity turning the hair into a mush of blond dampness. Joe's senses were filled with the taste of this man, the taste of his flesh and sweet fresh sweat. He mobbed away and stood admiring his work.
'Fuck. You're a horny looking bastard. Want me to really damage those fucking pits?' 'Whatever! Whatever you want.' Alan urged him on as if that was necessary.
Joe placed fingers in each pit and grabbed some pit hair, wrenching it suddenly and making Alan wince.
'Fuck yeah! You like that, baby, don't ya!' Alan could only moan as Joe's grip tightened and he yanked sharply at the wet hair, twisting it in his fingers and getting a sadistic thrill from watching the reactions in Alan's face and hearing his utterances. 'Fuck, this is so getting me off Alan. So fucking hot!' He released the hair.
'On the fucking floor! Arms open wide! Now!' He was very much in charge tonight.
Alan would do anything for him right now and, quickly, lay on the thickly carpeted floor of the room. His shoulder blades had left sweat stains on the wall. On the floor he lay there gazing up at Joe with his pits exposed. Joe stood astride him; sweat trickling down his body and his shorts looking obscene. His left bollock could be seen. He bent over the prostrate man and again grabbed some pit hair in each hand.
'Open your mouth!'
The blond did so and a thick gob of spit landed in his throat as Joe started to pull and tug at the pit hair again. This time was different. This time he used all the strength in his arms to physically lift Alan's back from the floor. The blond hunk was suspended by his armpit hair as Joe started to rock him increasing the sublime pleasure and pain and gazing into the crazed eyes. He knew that Alan liked things that were challenging, liked to veer well clear of 'vanilla' and tonight he was pushing him, and himself!
Alan's body rocked as he groaned loudly at the pressure inflicted upon his pit hair. His chest was clear of the floor. His eyes were screwed tight as a reaction to the extreme pleasures that he was enjoying but he briefly opened them to see Joe's powerful arms and upper body tensed and straining. Joe spat on his face again, watching his saliva dribble over those famous lips and onto the chin. Sharply he tugged again and started to swing the body, building up more and more momentum. Alan's eyes opened and widened. There was a look of utter mesmeric wonder. He yelled at the top of his voice.
Joe released him and he collapsed onto the floor but he was to be given no respite as Joe grabbed his nipples again and started to tighten his fingers. It was difficult to grip because of the coating of sweat so he grabbed a discarded shirt and roughly wiped them dry. When he could get sufficient purchase he gripped hard and pulled, yanking Alan's head and shoulders off the floor so that the blond had to support himself on his elbows. The pressure on his nipples was exquisite but was to become even more extreme as Joe spat out the words:
'No you fucking don't! Lift your fucking arms off the floor. I wanna lift you by your fucking tits.'
Alan resisted the order for a moment until a heavy gob of spit hit him in the eye and he relented, lifting his arms and allowing the entire weight of his upper body to be suspended from his nipples. Again Joe rocked his body in rapid sharp movements. Alan yelled his pleasure!
'You cunt! Cunt! Fucking hell! Yes, you fucking cunt! Fucking do it!'
It was erotic music to Joe's ears. This stunning man yelling obscenities at him in such a wild way. Finally he allowed the body to fall to the floor again and looked at the writhing sweating man.
Alan flung his arms around Joe and pulled him down on top of him so that their chests smashed together.
'You bad bastard. You fucker! You really got me fucking horned up now you cunt!'
'Like that rough stuff do you blondie?'
'You fucking know I do you fucker.' Alan rolled over so that Joe was beneath him. He forced the man's mouth open with a hand and spat hard into it. He brought it up from way back in his throat and spat more into the hot mouth as his right hand sought Joe's right nipple and started to tug at it.
'Yeah baby! Yeah, spit in my fucking mouth. Ahhh, fuck yeah, twist my fucking tits!'
Alan's cock rubbed alongside Joe's inside their shorts and it was the cock that he wanted next. He had so much wanted to suck on that monster back on the coach, to taste its spewing precum and feel the large oozing head massaging the back of his throat. Now he was hungry for cock, very hungry. 'You're gonna get such a hot fucking blow job you fucker.'
Joe had been anticipating this with so much lust. He watched Alan's head move down his body, across his nipples so that he could suck them dry of sweat, then briefly into his armpits where the blond's tongue lapped up the streaming moisture. He'd work on those pits and nips later; after all they had the entire night. Right now he wanted cock. Joe's cock!
His face was against the shorts as he nuzzled the hardness inside them and enclosed the covered head in his teeth. His fingers reached up the legs so that he was able to massage Joe's heavy balls. The shorts were damp with sweat and a large patch of precum, which he licked. He needed more. He deftly gripped the elastic waistband in his teeth and pulled on it knowing that the coiled spring inside would dive for release. It did! Like a serpent, Joe's hugely engorged cock sprang free. The elastic kept it flat on his abdomen and it seeped honey onto his navel. The sight entranced him! Letting his fingers leave the full bollocks he gripped the shaft and lifted it pressing his tongue into the pool of pre that had accumulated in the deep flared slit. Joe bucked and moaned as he felt the tongue tip press into him and Alan almost shot his own load as he tasted the precum. Just as Joe always produced prodigious amounts of semen he also made gallons of thick pearlescant precum. Alan licked it up with greed, washing it round his mouth, then started to lick and suck the glans and the ultra sensitive base. He closed his lips around the head as his fingers pulled the shorts right down, assisted by Joe, who now lay with his bollocks free and Alan planted firmly on his erection.
Alan's hands started to massage Joe's balls as he drank precum and started to slide the fat rigid pole into his throat. His tongue traced the engorged veins and slicked them with spit as, inch by inch, he swallowed it down. He was still crazed by the incredible action that his nipples and pits had enjoyed and wanted to make sure that Joe had every incentive to keep up the pace and ferocity of his performance. Joe yelled and grunted as the cock became embedded in Alan's throat and his thick almost black pubes pushed into the blond's nostrils. He shook his head from side to side, almost gagging but expertly holding back as Joe lifted his arse from the floor to try to push in ever further and grabbed Alan's blond hair. He wanted control and was going to have it.
'Get on the fucking bed bitch!' He had given Alan some rough treatment and was going to carry on.
The cock slid out of Alan's mouth and he looked into Joe's defiant eyes, precum and saliva coating his chin.
'On the fucking bed, on your back, with your head hanging over the edge! Move! And get rid of those fucking shorts.' He spat at Alan as he said this and the blond quickly responded by following the 'order'. His cock was hugely erect and wet. Now, both naked, things were going to get even hotter.
Joe, stoking his own cock, looked at Alan as he laid there, on his back, head over the edge. He moved forward and bent so that his meat was brushing the full lips and pushed it in. Straight in. One rapid thrust and he was buried in the man's throat causing him to gag momentarily. One of Joe's hands rested on Alan's left thigh and the other gripped his right nipple like a vice as he proceeded to ruthlessly fuck the throat.
'Fucking take it in your throat cunt you blond slag. I'm gonna fucking use you.' He spat hard onto Alan's twitching cock as he rammed roughly into the man. Alan couldn't believe the ferocity of what was happening but he was experiencing sex such as he had never known before, even with this kinky stud. Tonight he had expected to take charge but this was so exciting, so fucking hot. As Joe twisted his nipple with increasing power the man's slit pumped precious precum on the walls of his throat and he felt himself being stretched by the engorged head.
As Joe put all of his weight onto Alan's thigh his right hand released the nipple and he ran his fingers through the pools of sweat in the blond's six-pack. As he rammed his meat deep into the man's throat his fingertips started to stroke the dripping head of Alan's cock coating them with ooze. Licking the juice from his fingers Joe then started to stroke the large heavy balls as he impaled his mouth.
'Fucking love your precum you slag! Nice big fucking balls as well.'
He withdrew his cock so that it grazed Alan's lips.
'Hold the fucker and drill your fucking tongue in my slit. That's it you fucker, lick the precum outa my slit hole. Can you feel it pumping out of me? You make me ooze so fucking much.'
As Alan's tongue explored his slit and coated itself in his savoury honey Joe's fingers wandered down into the blond's arse crack making the man beneath him instinctively spread his solid muscled thighs to give him easier access. Alan felt powerful fingers rubbing up and down his crack and massaging his tight hole.
'You fucking loved having my finger in your cunt on that fucking bus didn't you? I reckon your cunt is a real whore. I bet it just wants to open up like a slag and let me in. It fucking craves it! Your cunt fucking craves being opened up. You're a real fucking blond cuntslag!'
Alan, spreading his thighs further, could only murmer as Joe's cockhead filled his mouth and his tongue fucked at the gooey flaring slit. Sex with Joe had always been full of wonderful surprises but tonight his aggressiveness and verbal abuse was way beyond anything that he had dreamt of. He could feel a finger stroking and then prodding at his hole and right then there was nothing more that he wanted than to feel it enter him. He didn't have to wait long! As a gob of precum oozed onto his tongue and drips of sweat fell upon him from Joe's body he felt a sudden thrust as the entire length of Joe's middle finger embedded itself.
He groaned as the cock slipped further into his mouth and he lifted and spread his thighs welcoming the intrusion.
'Yeah, like I fucking said, a fucking cuntslag! Bet that feels fucking good in there! Feels so fucking tight and hot!' He started to finger fuck Alan with force as, once again he slid to the depth into the defenceless throat. There was nothing delicate about the finger fucking. This was hard and aggressive and it was clear, from the way that Alan's sweating body was writhing, that that was the way that he wanted it. Joe pulled his finger out and placed it in his mouth tasting the blond's juices and then pushed it back against the hole. 'Lets see how you like two fingers in there!'
Slamming his cock into Alan's throat he forced two fingers deep inside him and started a furiously fast thrusting.
'Want my cock in there blondie? Want a load of my fucking cum in there?'
'Oh shit yes!!!!'
'That's just the fucking start...... you're gonna get the fucking works tonight!'
To be continued!
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