***************** The following erotica is exclusively for mature audiences only and intended for entertainment involving hot, explicit, sexual situations between consenting adults. No one under the age of 18/21---or in an area of the world where such material has been deemed unacceptable, are permitted to read further. Doing so, means you are aware confirming and responsible for your actions.
Otherwise, it's XXXtion. Smell the reeking testosterone as we are just a bunch a horndogs around here Any resemblance to these horny adults---living or dead---is not intentional, and is completely coincidental. And sometimes these studs and stud-ettes, herein, are living in an IDEAL world, whereas they don't always play safe. None of us, unfortunately, live in THAT world.
So if / when you play, play often, but please play safe.
Copyright 2002. HairyJoc. *****************
It did seem odd to just walk through the gym to the stairs with the clear-paned windows already black with the season's early darkness. Summer went too fast, but might have to do with being busier than a queen bee in heat. Been on the road for business most of the last couple of weeks---getting in late last night, and I was physically exhausted. It was understandable, considering the bod's adjusting back to my home's time zone, and getting over jet-lag, or "jella legs"---as my oldest calls them. I think he means, "jelly"---since he likes PB&J. Being built from high school and college cross-country, my developed legs WERE jelly-like, a little tenuous going down the gym stairs after a short night of sleep, full day of working in the garage and an extensive evening of cross-training.
In last of tonight's cooldown, I did one more upper body stretch as I neared the locker room... Slinging up my thick arms and throwing off my T-shirt, heavy with sweat, my dark hair plastered against my muscular, tight chest, my dense pits reeking and dripping. Like a soggy dog, I shook my buzz-cut at the locker room entrance, coating the door jam with my sweat, feeling so helluva alive, it was unreal what a blessed life I had. Been out of college over eleven years---and despite being exhausted, that workout made me feel like a senior needing to break free after spring finals. But, then again, being perpetually horny, I feel that about every second of everyday.
Stripping and throwing everything into the locker, I enjoyed the aroma of my jock. In hanging it up on the hook to wear home, I reached in my gym bag for a protein bar, while still not believing how deserted the locker room was. It was just an aberration from the hurried early morning weekday crowd. Been a Saturday morning workout person for years, but I had been up early that day to see my wife and sleepy boys off for a few days out of town for her parent's anniversary... though I hadn't seen them much the last couple of weeks, and really couldn't(or didn't want to) go out of town. I'm not an in-laws kinda guy---unless it's the holidays, if you know what I mean. It's not that I disliked her family, so much I could be a trillion-dollar-a-year-exec, and still not be good enough for their little girl, so have always stayed my distance. I guess they also tolerate me because I've given them some awesome grandsons and a damn good dad to them. A dad, not just a father. Besides, the only thing we have in common is that we both love Nicole, who's always been good about understanding and making excuses as to my being on the road and too exhausted to travel more, which is true most weeks. And when she gets home---or I get within kissing distance, the sex is way more intense. Anyway, a lot of times, they are gone during the week, when my stay-at-home wife can easily have our young men out traveling, till they go to school.
Too exhausted, maybe, to travel, but not too exhausted to workout... or before that, change the oil---and other necessary preventive maintenance, on the 4x4, thinking about how old I felt that my oldest would have the audacity to go to school next year. That'd emotionally wear a dad out, if I kept thinking about it^Åand I did! Thinking about those forthcoming ultra-powered- testosterone teenage years that I remember so well, driving, dating, college, marriage-if that's their nature, and.... Whew! Glad I "designed" it to have boys... and thank God, they're healthy. Not to mention as good-looking as their ol' dad, commiserating and falling into a typical parent syndrome. At that, I debated veggin' to our alma mater kickin' some football ass on TV, and rustle up some pasta and tuna. Need that protein... for MY protein, if nothing else. And for recovery and building, of course, making it a point to fix that tuna when I got home. In reality, though, I was glad my brain won out and got me in that newly-mended pickup to get here to the gym. That workout was just what I needed. It felt good to fight off weariness and do something else productive on an otherwise boring Saturday night.
Now the day's "honey-do's" were done, nothing---and no one---to get home to, so I was looking forward to a nice soak in the wet steam room. As I finished the protein bar, throwing the wrapper in the trash bin, I pulled the well-sealed door open and propped it open with the side of my foot. I've always thought a hot, sweaty workout deserved a hot, even-sweatier session in the steam room. It was just-reward for time spent lifting. And, now, the steam rolled out rushing me like a linebacker as I stood at the threshold, thinking how great it felt. In gently letting the spring-loaded door close slowly on my taunt ass, I stepped inside the medium-sized room, taking in all the steam as I walked to the wooden-tiered benches. In crawling up and spreading my rolled up towel on the top bench, the odor of the steam and the hot, damp wood was soothing as was the aroma of Man still lingering. Even my fresh sweat was beginning to stir my cock. But, then, I have always appreciated sweating, especially when Nicole--in her tight-whites, glistened after we'd played a few games of tennis or after one of our co-ed softball games. She always looked great in sweat-plastered dust... and sweaty, dusty pussy tastes pretty good, too.
I slowly lowered my hundred, seventy pounds on the towel and leaned back, relaxing and surrendering to paradise, my naked butt always having to get used to the slats of those benches. With my dimpled cheeks dug in---as it were, I decided it was official: My muscles were tired (except my cock muscle, of course). But it was one of those "good" kinds of tiredness. In that "I ache-all-over feeling," there's something to show for it...like that "fun" challenge in the expanded garage to acrobatically maintain the aging pickup with its high torque and ample engine... Or those all-night fuck session of uninhibited sex, but you still have to go to work in a couple of hours... and feel like shit the whole next day. But, damn, it felt great all night long. Just don't try this one at home, especially when you have a huge presentation to give that next day as I did one time.
In closing my eyes, I felt the heat, imagining the sweat glistening my masculinity. I could almost feel individual droplets forming and running down, probably mating with pre-cum I noticed forming on my still half-hardness. In that constant horniness, the gentle hissing of the steam lulled me, rewinding in my head the moments this morning just before Nic left...
"Honnnnn-neeeee," she bellowed from somewhere upstairs, "I need you to come up here a second!!"
I didn't catch her pun at the time, as her voice lingered in the hollows of the garage. I even grumbled a little under my breath, which---I know! I know! Looking back, I think how stupid I was for resenting. Like, how immature to take my wife for granted that much that she would always been there to call for me. I AM damn lucky...but I had just finished belting the boys in and was rearranging the trunk so everything fit snug for the lid to close. You'd think she was leaving for a year-long Africa safari. But whatever she was lugging, I was somewhat eager to see them off so I could get to work on the truck.
"Hey, men! Mom's needing me. Be back in a sec, " They didn't hear me, or care. Like my brother and me, our boys are not only brothers, but good friends, and always have a good of time together. The back seat of her car was no exception. It's the reason we planned their births the way we did, so they would grow up together, and be close---at least emotionally. So in raising the garage door for some cross breeze action, I leaped the steps into the kitchen, up the back hall, rounding the corner to the bottom of the wide stairs, wondering where exactly she was calling from. In starting up the stairs, I stopped!!!
Whoa!!!! Check, please!
Nic was sitting towards the top of the stairs with her medium-length skirt scooted up her luscious, suggestive thighs, her tanned, hairless legs parted, revealing her untrimmed black pubic hairs she knows I love. Bushy...and waiting for me... and wet because of me! At no time have we ever had to use lubricants as she's always dripping, and this morning was no exception.... luminous drops of delicious fluid surrounding her petite, pink lips. Her face was lit with the most wonderfully-sexy and playful grin.
"I'm kinda of drenched. Could you help?" she asked.
Needless to say, I wasn't about to ask why this "problem" picked that particular moment in time. Hey, I'm a man!...with needs. BUT---as that man, those boys are my pride, joy and responsibility, BUT when there's this juiciness open and free and healthy, what straight man turns down such a willing, non-verbal invitation.
"I think I can be of some assistance," I quickly replied, my mouth dry and watering--at the same time, as my butt-huggin' work jeans abruptly grew even more constrictive.
"I thought you might," she said. "It's this problem with... your sports drink..."
"My sports drink?" I asked, confused, ascending the rest of the stairs towards this winking pussy.
"Yeah! I can't seem to get it off."
"I'll get you off," I blurted out, without caring what I said at that point.
My tongue might have been hanging out, I don't know, but she produced this small, plastic, sports bottle with our college's logo on it. I watched, transfixed, as she squeeze the bottle and down through the spout came a narrow stream of orange liquid that fell precisely upon Nicole's swollen clit and slowly oozed in Pluto's realm, commixing with her own horny elixir, and not caring it was soaking into the carpet. Guess that's why were have a cleaning lady once a week...
"I just knew you were man enough for the job," with one finger now seductively at the tip of her mouth, lustfully breathing hard, as I did my famous horny growl she loved.
Uuuuuuuh, fuck! Now this was HOT!! Life is good... wondering if this might not be a great way to market this drink, maybe putting this new twist of the usage in their commercials. While still thinking I should check on the boys, it didn't calm my dick down. I did wonder why the hell now? One for the road, as it were? It had been way too long for us, but this is one of those all-night fun-fucks...? Wonder where she learned this particularly horny concept? Better than whip cream---and less fattening, but didn't care at that point except to quickly sexually satisfying her by satisfying me.
Without a pause, I nearly surged---almost stumbled, up at her with anticipation, forcing her into a sprawled position...or as sprawled out as one can be on carpeted stairs. I happened, though, to have surged my nose right into my great smelling target. As I began to taste the heady potpourri of her sex, the sweetness of the orange flavored sports drink, combined with the beautiful taste and aroma of her aroused me fully to my hardness in my faded jeans. My cock was soaking the fabric yearning to be let out like the mammoth, slick monster it is to satisfy, as I slowly lapped at her, just like that soggy dog needing a drink on hot day.
Lap...lap... slurp...slurp...
Starting just below her vagina and drawing my tongue up and over the desirably-moist locale ---to her now-engorged pleasure center of my attention. My tongue swirled over her clit, gently, yet firmly, finding and devouring every morsel of the sports drink, mixing so well with her wetness, which always tastes fantastic and fresh. Her legs moved up to my shoulders and, as she spread them wider to allow me uninhibited freedom, her ankles locked behind my neck, pulling my now wet and very eager face into her bushy love canal.
To accommodate what knew she wanted-while teasing the hell out of her, I took her clit between my lips, cradling it, pressing my lips firmly, my tongue dancing around the tip and enjoying her moans of ecstasy. That always makes me harder as her legs now pulled my head yet deeper into her. In slipping one, then two fingers, into her now drenched carnal zone, exploring her pubic bone, probing for another very susceptible spot. My mouth continued to swirl and one finger scored. That was when both her hands wrapped behind my head and forced me down further, if that was possible. It was...as her gentle moans now became loud panting---almost barks, as suddenly her legs locked my head securely in place and her body began to throb and reel with the gratification.
As her breathing slowed, I continually fingered her now sensitized clitoris, running my tongue even further inside, my sensual lips sucking her bounteous juices. In knowing her well enough, I knew that would torture her to more pleasure, to give her something to think about as she drove to her parents. So many times she has sucked my sensitive cockhead after cumming that the second and third orgasms were better than the first, and more mind blowing, too. Though in my playful, verbal sex, I would cuss her out for being so cruel to my sensitive cock, I loved that feeling of being almost milk to dryness. One of the many reason she said she fell for me was because of the wild sex we had(have), and, also, I was the only guy she'd dated that was like her being able to cum more than once or twice in a short amount of time.
But I was not done. The shoe was on the other foot---you might say. My sensitive tongue was insensitively sensitizing her clit, my tongue now competing with three fingers sliding in like a well-oiled piston. The faster I went, the most verbal now she was becoming, which turns me on just as much. But her strong, subtle quads now like a vice around my ears almost muffling her verbal sex. Her pussy was like a Hoover Vacuum... all her muscles were grabbing and drawing in my three, thick fingers, like it does my manliness, her head leaning back on the step, uncontrollably thrashing back and forth. In one loud scream, I pushed my fingers in and twisted, and twisted some more, running my tongue on her now very sensitive top of her pussy lips, sucking on her clit even harder, sending her over the edge and into orgasmic orbit. Her second orgasm practically lifting her whole, lean body off the stairs and into convulsion heaven, if there is such a thing. She almost shook my fingers out of her hole, as I held my position to continually pleasure in her long, sexy-loud orgasm. I held my place with my tongue lapping her pussy lips as she started to come down from her sexual high. Slowly and sensually, I pulled my fingers out of her wetness to hear that familiar 'pop.'
If we had the time to ourselves, I would have made her cum a third time--- before fucking her to a fourth, but without bothering to recover her breathing, her inner-thighs and hands released my head's grip and gently pushed me up to stand on the stairs. In lasciviously admiring her husband's five-foot, eleven musculature build, she moved quickly down two steps to bestride my rugged work boots.
"Geeeeez, you are one hot fucker," she moaned, still out of breath, lustfully looking up into my midnight blue eyes and grabbing hard my very hard and wanting bulge, now having soaked the front of my jeans.
In thanking her for the hot compliment, and telling her she probably she says that to all the men who eat her cunt, she ran her hands up inside my loose, white T-shirt, pinching simultaneously my hard, sensitive nips. That turned me on, my turn now to wildly throw my head back, closing my eyes to enjoy the ecstasy of her roughness, my deep groans almost vibrating the walls. It didn't even occurred to me in that lust that I was teetering on the stair, that leaning back a fraction of a centimeter would have me in a pile down on the hallway floor. Hell of a way to go, but at least, it's soft. I have this beautiful, hot and horny pussy in front of me, and none of that mattered... Just as long as the boys were okay, give me my wife's sex on the stairs any day or night.
So, at that, she then lowered her hands and found the top button of my 501's, cracking the top one open. Then she savagely asserted her strengths to the line of that strong button-down fly, her primal horniness almost popping them from the jeans' fabric, forcing them down to my ankles so she can feel my legs and play with my fur-covered ass. With the buttons each successively opened to reveal her reward, my usual state of going commando---at least in jeans, my dick finally vaults out, flipping a glob of pre-cum from my damp cock tip onto her cute cheek. She always did like facials, as my forefinger scooped it off and fed it to her waiting full lips. In consuming my fingertip, her mock sucking sounds almost drove me to the edge. How sensually is that?, I thought, gently placing my hands on the back of her head, as she went to work on something with a little more size and girth.
In reaching up to grab me mid-shaft, her fingertips weren't quite able to touch each other, but still pointed my cock's slit directly at her mouth. In opening my eyes, I watched as her red lips parted and her wondrous tongue darted out and lapped at the small opening, sampling the clear fluid slowly oozing out. All the time we were dating to now---being married almost a decade, she never had difficulty deep-throating my thickness, even when it was quickie like this. Very talented relaxation of that muscle that she learned before meeting me, but perfected her technique by sucking me. Hell, I haven't minded being this arousing lady's place to learn and found it kinda of a good sign, on our third date---after getting back to my place from swimming, that she literally ripped off my tight swim wear and sucked my cock twice to completion in a matter of minutes. I was hard that whole weekend and glad that was a Saturday afternoon as by the usual Monday morning 9:00 meetings rolled around, I felt like I had been rode hard and put up wet... and I had as many times as I came and she rode me---or visa versa. She hasn't been far from my protein's faucet, but it's not like you'll hear THAT being a complaint.
"Mmmmmmmmmm, Jake! You're tastin' as fresh as ever," she cooed, enjoying the warmth and wetness of my thick cockhead, "and your manly smell is so fuckin' hot," as my cock's spurts produced even more after that remark. "Babe, cum for me, fast. I need your juice," she demanded as she right hand rubbed the inside of my left quad.
Uuuuuuh... her touch and in knowing her technique, there wouldn't be a problem to cum fast, as her right hand moved methodically along the shaft, her left hand cupping my balls, licking under their density, and squeezing them gently. I told her to press my bull-balls harder and she did, almost sending me over the edge, sexually and the stairs. Good thing that contractor made the railings from strong maple to hold me up during sex on the stairs. I'm sure that's why he made them sturdy, but at that point, I had to release her head, anchor down and outstretch my hands to both sturdy maple railings. I could feel it already cumming that powerfully, as her comely lips had to stretch around the shaft just behind the glands for her tongue to electrify the most sensitive area on the underside.
"Nicooooole, uhmmmm," I couldn't formulate anything comprehensible as she was sucking me into a stupor, as if she hadn't had tube steak for awhile, which I guess was true. It had been somewhat of a dry spell the last couple of weeks, but she took my length and girth all the way to my pubes, and holding it right there. And held it... Oooooh, shit! Ooooooooh, fuck. Just like a Hoover....
"Mmmmmmmmmm, take me home, slut," I could feel her throat muscle sucking ever ounce of my cock's cream towards the piss slit. I could also feel both hands massaging my ass cheeks, using them as a instrument to pull my cock deeper into her mouth while her sharpen fingernails teased the inner-walls of my hole and driving me even crazier as she played with my crack hairs.
"Uuuuhhhooooooooooh, fuck, Nic, your hot mouth feels so....." leaning my head again back on my shoulders and in a guttural scream, "suck that thickness hard, babe......suck my piece of meat..." Between feeling her use that hot tongue on the inside against my shaft, her breathing through her nose, her moaning and vibrating my meat, my hairy balls began to lift and contort, "uuuh, suck that jock cream, you cocksuckin', whoring bitch.," That little bit of verbal passion edged Nic over the brink as her muffled, loud moan vibrated my cock like the inside of a ringing bell, indicating to me from that familiar groan of hers that she had just come again without being touched, almost MAKING her swallowing my whole rod. And she held me deep in her throat, thrusting---with lightning-speed, both forefingers up my ass, fingernails and all.
"Oooooooh, my fuckin', hot baaaahbe," my scream swelled, along with my cock, "am cummmmmmin'..." as I could practically feel my pole's veins pulsing against her throat and mouth, catapulting hot globs of man-juice through my pipes. My cock felt like it got larger before going ballistic, blasting initially---at least---three times as the cum spewed...and spewed......and ooooh, fuck, did I cum... and she kept swallowing, not allowing a drop to escape, as usual.. It's what happens when not having sex for a number days---and not jacking off, eating clean, working out, it creams nicely down a warm throat. Of course, licking an orange sports drink from the sweetest pussy lips around and making those lips sing twice could have added incentive to the explosive eruption of Mount Stud Jake! It's was a good thing, though, she had it securely in her throat or my full-body spasms would have jerked my meat out. But like the babe she is, Nic kept my cock mostly swallowed till I cooled a little. Definitely, she could suck a straw through a two-by-four! If I had water on the knee, she would have had that body fluid, too!
Upon shooting, if I hadn't been holding on to the railings, I would have collapsed on Nic or downward. So, laughing to myself, I was glad that cross-country increased my stamina and subsequent years of working out six days a week---most weeks, has built up longevity, as that WAS one POWERFUL suck!! So much so, I felt tears running down my face and it had nothing to do with the fingernails, even though that would be reason enough. I, also, had to test those "jella-legs" perched on that step before I felt comfortable in releasing the railings. Whoa! That's powerful. So add that to the other reasons I had "jella-legs."
I began to pull out, her skilled tongue kept milking me for more protein.... to go along with the sports drink. Finally, though, almost unwilling, she released my now-relenting throb from her mouth, releasing her hold on my ass, backing up a step and stood. From that position, we were eye to eye and deeply kissed. I mean deep and so passionate! What a kisser, as our tongues played with each other, she passed me some of my cum. Oh, fuck! Hmmm... Not bad! I just got to taste my cum, and almost came again. That turned me on so much to get my sperm's sweet taste, the aroma of sex still lingering around the staircase. And I taste fantastic, I do say so myself. No wonder she likes bringing me to completion, which IS (almost) pure protein, considering how well I eat.. and eat her, thank you very much.
We embraced far too long, maybe---considering the kids, but before we thought we had to disembark, she whispered in my ear, "Expect some consenting raping of my holes when I get home, Stud!! So rest up!!"
Being body-to-body with something like that---married or not, you know a critical hardness wasn't relenting, so shit! Why wait? I'm rested now, damnit!! One thing was always certain, when we have sex, we leave it all on the field---or the stairs, as it were, but that blowjob didn't do the trick!
It did... but it didn't... So, no, it didn't matter if I just lubricated her throat with a huge jet-stream. I wanted to load her still-dripping-wetness, to have the moist walls of her hole engulf my pole right there on the stairs, sucking and fucking me dry of pure seed. Either that, or pull her up to the top of the stairs---for a more level playing field, and fuck her hard right there. If I did, though, I'd have to rip off her hot-looking, bra-less, tight dress to be able to suck on her full 36c tits. And, hell, now that I've sampled my great tastin' cum, how 'bout for dessert some of that creampie I heard so much about?
In blinking my eyes more opened, I realized something vital, at the same time, feeling a pair of eyes on me that weren't Nic's. Well, let's see...the boys were fine. Leaning against each other, they had fallen back to sleep after getting up so early. So in somewhat silently backing out of the garage to not wake the precious cargo, I deeply kissed Nic through the car window---getting another taste of some real man-cream, waved her goodbye...and...went to fuck around in my other domain: The garage!
(Please insert a Tim Allen grunt)
Mmmmmmmm... and that heat felt soooooooo relaxing.
Huh?
Yep, so much so, I had drifted off in the hot, swirling mists of the steam room. I WAS worn out. I just didn't think I was THAT tired, though, or I would have gone with my original idea. In squinting open my eyes, I scanned the foggy surroundings and the vital part came when I discovered I wasn't alone and the eyes I could feel drilling a hole in me were his. I MUST have been out of it, considering I didn't hear this guy come into the steam room.
At first, our eyes avoided each other, but I quickly surveyed him, things stirring even more in my gonads. In the little light we had in the steam, I was totally impressed with how naturally handsome he was, perhaps a few years my junior. He, too, was in great shape, well-toned, enveloped in a pretty sexy sheen of sweat, so he must have been in there awhile while I dozed, and yet I didn't remember him in the weight room. Maybe he had been swimming...And no pun intended, but I was HARD pressed to tell his height as he sat, but he looked about my height, maybe 20 pounds beefier, and his shoulders were rounder and thicker.
Speaking of thick, in sitting on the same level, in quarter turning towards me, I realized that he was lazily running his fingertips over a generous semi-erect cock. He was uncut and I was hard-pressed to think of when I had ever seen an uncut man with an hard-on. I noticed, like the rest of his bod, his dense pubes were beginning to be a festival of aromas for my already horny nose. Come to think of it, though, even in those quick showers during the week before work---and even quicker after my usual Saturday morning workouts, I wasn't sure that I had ever seen another man's cock fully erect, except maybe in that (straight) porn Nic and I sometimes watch.
"Hello," he smiled, as I looked up from his black forest of hair.
"What's going on?" somewhat still groggy, not quite sure what to say to a man so brazenly stroking himself. I almost felt jealous as I kept feeling my throbbing rod.
"Don't know about me, but you must have had some hot thoughts," he observed, still smiling at my "situation.".
I must have given him a vacuous stare through the fog as his smile trailed into my lap. Instantly---comprehending---I followed his gaze. Sheeeet! As I had drifted asleep, my blood-swollen cock experienced its fullness. Without the red glare, my rocket was explosively close to taking off. In that limited light, he probably couldn't see how really flushed my face was--and felt, but caught my uneasiness.
"No need for self-consciousness! Be proud, Stud! That's an impressive cock," he said, mesmerized by his chiseled-faced as he moved close enough to rub his fingertips across my hairy quads. "May I help you take care of that before it explodes?"
It was as if my impulses weren't mine, the leg not attached, as I didn't move. I really didn't want to move. My mind, my thoughts, shouted in capital letters: NO!! WAIT!! HOLY HARDNESS, BATMAN!! If he could see my face more clearer, I probably looked at him like I had gas. It was like an outer body experience as my thoughts slung crap at this guy---that HE didn't deserve! But I'm not one of those feminine guys, hangin' like flies on shit around the office building restroom, always panting to suck my dick. I'm more classier than that, anyway.
Focusing through the steam, though... THIS muscular guy... HE wasn't, either, like that! So despite my mind trying to register in football and baseball stats, I was so relieved that if I was about to have my first male experience, it's with a REAL MAN. This guy reeked masculinity. Someone I could have met on the softball field or after one of my nephew or niece's soccer matches. So unconsciously---yet consciously, I must have been giving myself permission to explore where my (our) extreme horniness might take me(us). I considered myself "straight" for years, but looking at this rugged-wanting-man, I didn't give a damn about those labels or society's restrictions and taboos. And, still, I could have stopped it, pick up my towel, and stomp out.
At that moment, I WAS physically tired, but, also, realized that tiredness may have been from running from a side of my sexuality that need to be pursued and maybe fulfilled. Somehow, some way, though, in the gyrating heat, I found myself consenting---with my nodding head, for him to advance, and not look back. I was eager for him to stroke, maybe even putting him at ease at that moment. If nothing else, but to command this eater to his knees for a fuck-facin' and feeding another heavy load he wouldn't soon forget. Trouble became, though, I'm not that insensitive---unless it's Nic wanting her holes "raped"---and in admiration, this guy's untrimmed, very hairy pecs glistening in the extremely hot steam was sending my testosterone boiling. All around us, I could smell it---and his, linger all around us, mingling with the man-sex that's probably gone in that hot box. My mind swimming with the thoughts of almost fucking my wife early this morning and, now, this dark-stubbled stud within a breath away now.
Still lightly stroking himself, he reached out with his left hand and cupped my cock near its base, difficulty for another person today to wrap fingers firmly around the shaft. His touch sent huge vibes of electrodes through my body, sending my lust to a new intensity, which is the way it is all the time, but this level was explosive, literally.
"It's so yummy-looking," his voice becoming thicker, "So thick, hard, solid," stopping his guttural talk long enough to move closer so our legs were not snuggle together, gently running his forefinger on the sensitive underside of my cock's head. "Six inches?" Then he began shedding off my meat's sweat, "Six and a half?" I just nodded my assent to being more accurate at that last guess, overcoming the suddenness of this transformation---the way I longed for him to do more than just touch.
"A good length to suck," he continued, "but so thick with a very dense, hot bush, there, stud..." As his voice trailed off, again, all I could do was nod my head as I didn't know how to respond. Okay, everything was caught in my throat, the non-communicative stage of wanting to run and jumping for the moon that finally I could reach the bottom part of ME and say I want THIS, without the foolish feeling of guilt. And even though I know, non-egotistically, I make both genders hot and wet, I wasn't actually used to another MAN saying those kinds of things to me. But it was so fuckin' hot, though, making me even hornier, to hear this stud talk that way.
His hand slid up toward the head of my cock, almost exactly mimicking the way I move my own hand as I start to jack off, which only happens (every night) when I'm on the road. But in spite of myself, I heard low, disincarnate groans of pleasure. It was like those sounds weren't coming from me, but they were.... shamelessly, I might add, giving myself to his artistic exploration, which was so different from Nic's---or any other women I've had before getting married.
But secretly, in the deepest part of my soul--as much as I love making love to my wife---I have wanted and waited for these kinds of touches from a man.
As if he realized that need, he knew precisely how to stimulate me. I closed my eyes and let my head roll back. I heard myself sigh, again, in relief, being so relaxed to his self-assured touch. His hand was moving more quickly, strongly stroking my length. Incredibly, I could feel, by my balls already contracting, I knew that I was rushing headlong into another of today's orgasm. But, hell, this one was so much different and even more fulfilling...like from my toes... as I groaned again, now anticipating the release. But just as I was expecting the first spurt of cum, his hand choked off the base of my cock. To my amazement, my orgasm died, searing into the swirling steam. Guttural lust rushed to fill the void.
"You were too close..." his words mixed with a smirk, as I opened my eyes and saw him grinning warmly. Damn!!!... I thought... almost pissed, but too caught up in that hot feeling of being edged to the edge.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," was all I could get out. This guy and this day were unbelievably real, but I needed to cum!
"Your chance is cumming," he smiled, as if reading my mind, "First, reciprocation and mutual satisfaction is the name of the game..."
With pleasure, I thought. I could feel, again, my lust and desire like a fire in my balls, threatening to consume me. But after tasting my cum this morning in kissing Nic, this desire and lust was beginning something different. And, yet, something so horny and hot. A good-looking man perched in front of me and smelling so fuckin' wonderful, I could have shot my load all over his chest right there without touching myself, and say the hell with reciprocation.
Obviously, my horniness and want for this man won out, as did yearning for this experience. So in lusting after his shimmering body, his fine musculature, his thatch of pubic hair, and his glorious uncut cock, now fully erect, the foreskin drawn taut over the head. My only conscious thought was that I wanted to have that sweaty cock in my mouth, I wanted to feel his excitement, to control his inflamed sensational cock pulsating his hot cum into my eager, untrained mouth. My mouth, though, was only going to be a virgin for a few more seconds.
I twisted around and stepped down off the first tier. I turned to face him, and he leaned forward. With both hands, though, I confidently pushed him back against the wall behind him to let him know, I'm fuckin' masculine enough to be on my knees and in control...even though, this was my first cock. I just didn't make that an issue as I knelt on the first tier, put my face within inches of his cock. I marveled at the wonder, the comeliness of it was surprising. As if I'd never touched an erect penis before, I reached out with my right hand and touched it tentatively. Though I'm cut, this was so different from touching myself! The skin was silky soft, hot to the touch and covered in a sheen of sweat. I encircled his cock just behind the head and pulled my hand slowly and firmly toward the base and watched with fascination as his foreskin retracted over the glands, now revealing a glistening and darker head than my own cock. A drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip, though it was hard to tell whether it was that or sweat. To me, he was so big! Perhaps there are many men of this size when erect, but even soft he'd looked larger than most. Now that he was erect, his cock must have been at least seven inches long and three inches in diameter, perhaps four.
I found myself gloating that I was thicker... more closer the girth of bottled water. Glad, though, for being my first, he wasn't any thicker.
In probably being delectable for him, I slowly lowered my mouth to this piece of prime. I wanted so badly to have him fill me and I would find his thickness really was perfect for swallowing his pole. My tongue extended from my lips and touched him, lifting that drop of pre-cum from his tip. That was cum, I though, not sweat. Getting even more turned on to that, impulsively, I found that I had half the head between my lips. I was mindful not to let my teeth scuff him as I eased the entire head into my mouth. It was warm and salty with a slight musky, yet horny, aroma. I let my tongue play over the underside of the head and felt him stiffen a little as I first brushed over his sensitive spot, then concentrated upon it. Like when he had stroked me, but it was that new feeling that was fuckin' rockin' my world right, then and there, knowing exactly how to give such intense pleasure. I found myself rapidly swept up in it. It was almost like a 'high" as I pulled the lovely head from between my lips and moved to the base of his cock, then, as if licking a drip from an ice cream cone, I ran my tongue the length of him along the underside, stopping again on the spot. My hands began to explore his smooth balls---oddly enough, I thought, ballast and tenderly squeezing them harder than usual as Nic did to me and his reaction was moaning louder in pleasure. So I had hit the mother lode, you might say. But, like his cock, his bulbous balls seemed larger than life. And so hot, they were shaved of that thick, black hair plastering the rest of his sweaty bod. Moving further down, I let my tongue run over his wrinkled scrotum. I nurtured his right ball into my craving mouth, running my tongue over it, feeling him squirm yet more with pleasure. Liberating that sweaty ball, my mouth trailed down towards the base of his scrotum. His legs spread wider and he pointed his pelvis up for better access as I let my tongue linger at the gap to his hairy asshole. As I ran my tongue around it, the sphincter muscles contracted, puckering delicately. NOW...It was his turn to groan, a low guttural sound almost in pain, but I knew it was pleasure. I was pleased to hear that. Made me proud to be a man, in control, and this stud's release was up to me. But for all the pleasure I was giving him with my exploration---and the temptation to the experience of plugging his butt with my tongue, and other things I could fuck him with---I wanted his cock in my mouth.
So away from his anus, I wrapped my right hand around his girth and firmly held him, feeling the strong blood pulsation, his heart---thank goodness---was doing its job to shoot as much blood down towards me. As he encircled my drenched head with this strong hands, he pushed my down further to submerged his joystick, giving my tongue a workout as it rapidly moved to the base of his glands. My left hand joined my right hand and both began to stroke his slick length. Quickly, I felt his body beginning to stiffen, his leg muscles becoming even more taunt. I quickened the pace of my stroking, my tongue now moving at a frenzied pace, driving into his sensitive spot as I let my lips slide back and forth over the edge of his glands. Loudly, he moaned, keeping the pressure on my head, and almost brutally came in my mouth, feeling his hot cum splashing the back of my throat, the magnitude of his cum was overwhelming, I was beginning to gag. Instinctively, I swallowed, again and again, until finally his incredible stream abated. My mouth flooded with his thick juice, tasting as much as could, though I know a lot of went straight to my stomach. Taking as much as I could without allowing any of it to escape my mouth, I wanted him all. And, fuck, it tasted fantastic. No wonder Nic loved sucking dick and then swallowing. In that intense excitement of the moment, I felt my own balls explode. The rocket's red glare finally got to shoot again!!!
Finally, almost reluctantly, releasing him from my mouth, he let go of my head. I watched as he slowly began to soften. But in standing maybe too fast from that slab of meat---still tasting, still smacking my lips from his bounty---I immediately became lightheaded. Talk about a head rush. I stood still a few seconds as my eyes rallied back into my head.
"Are you all right?" he queried, looking at me like his cum just made me dizzy. Well? It sorta did!!
"Yeah, but..." croaking the words out, "...gotta get the hell out of here. Been here...."
"But..." he interrupted, with a smile, "That was and excellent blowjob! I owe you a cum." I very much appreciated his compliment, considering it WAS my first. Must be from all that fantasizing... or watching Nic.
"No," moving towards the door, "Gotta get out of here..." I paused for a moment, looking at the first tier where I had knelt, snacking on meat, and added, "You shot the cum right out of me."
He smiled proudly, looking at the puddle of my thick cum at his feet. In looking up still beaming, he reached down with his forefinger and scooped up a fingertip-full. In bringing it to his lips, he moaned his appreciation.
"Mmmmmmm... freshly-made jock batter," approvingly, and then concluded with, "Later!" he offered, as I forced the door open.
"Absolutely," without looking back, the cooler air engulfing me while getting out of the way of the rapidly slamming door.
In rushing to the nearby showers, I quickly sprayed the cold water. NOW, I was not only tired, but horned even more....somewhat sexually satisfied....but not really, anticipating that hard fuck I promised Nicole. I'm going to need it. I know---by that time, my horny wife will, too. Of course, I would soon discover about a waiting-pussy's gender, notwithstanding. How completely cool was it to be such a integral sexually-oriented man as to not get so uptight with society's shit to care which gender the pussy is and be able to thoroughly satisfy both.
Still... embarrassed... with the lingering thoughts... of that guy scooping my cum into his hungry lips and sucking his finger, as Nicole had sucked my finger that morning. That WAS this morning, wasn't it? Felt like days ago, now, as the Arctic cold water streamed onto my definition, turning me into an ice sickle. Now the challenge was dealing with this raging-new admiration for sweaty cock and thick loads. Reaching up to adjust the water to full blast, I turned slightly. Out of the corner of my eye---without reaction, I caught the glimpse of that guy stepping into the communal shower bays, his semi-hard rod swaying. I may have discovered something tonight, which has all the ear-markings of being paradoxical---as it scares me, and it doesn't, but I still had to get the hell out of there... at accelerated speed! The frigid water wasn't having any impact of my back-to-full-staff-flagpole. Just made it a heavy, frosty lollipop.