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Hey Guys....this story follows a real-life story line pretty closely. This chapter doesn't quite provide the dynamic of the others, but I hope you enjoy it.
Previously:
Jordan was the last of us to cum (his 2nd time, of course). He said "Oh shit" as I tasted the first spurt of his load. Damn, he tasted so good. But in true Jordan fashion, he pulled out quickly and painted my face with the rest of it just as Guillermo's big cock slipped from my hole....
Chapter Six
After our tryst with Guillermo, things settled into something of a routine for Jordan and me. When he wanted me, I made myself available. But I didn't pester him. For several weeks he texted me once or twice a week. Sometimes it was just a quick blowjob. Other times Jordan wanted to fuck me. One night he showed up at my place after midnight, drunk and angry. I answered the door irritated. As soon as I closed the door, Jordan ordered me to my knees and slapped me several times, calling me a bitch and a cunt. Then he backed me against the wall on my ass, fished out his cock and face-fucked me until he unloaded. Jordan's anger dissipated immediately after his orgasm - the shy, Asian trink returned. He zipped-up and left without another word. But other than this one night, our relationship became something of a routine fuck-buddy thing. I was the bottom buddy. I knew he continued to see other guys....as many as he wanted with his good looks. But I didn't find myself jealous. Jordan was always on bottom with the other guys. When he wanted to top, I was his go-to.
Whenever we got together at Jordan's place, I was expected to blow Neal (Jordan's roommate) after Jordan finished with me. Neal the Nerd was always complimentary and grateful. And I grew to enjoy sucking that monster cock of his. Win/win.
I resumed playing with my fuck buddies as a top and overall it was going well. I still enjoyed sinking my cock into one of my regular buds, but I didn't relish it as much now that Jordan was in my life. And I found myself fantasizing that one of them would turn the tables on me. Since my role with these guys was well-established (me on top), it wouldn't happen unless I made the first move. But my ego still stood in the way. Even though I'd given-in completely to Justin, I thought of myself as an alpha.
Meanwhile, I met Brad at the gym a couple weeks ago and we struck-up a friendship. He was mid 30's and a picture of the all-American male. White, 6', 170. His dark hair was wavy and fashionably long. He had a dusting of hair on his pecs and a high, tight ass. Brad was in great shape and played basketball regularly at the gym. He had a wife and two kids, and they lived in my neighborhood - a few blocks over. Brad was one of those guys you'd never expect was into dick...unless you watched him closely. I picked up on it after a few times at the gym together. We had a good vibe and he often gave me a squeeze on the shoulder or a pat on the back. But I started to notice that he checked-out guys' packages regularly...too regularly. Mine included. And he did so with more than the usual jock curiosity. The conquest has always been as exciting to me as the sex itself, so I decided to make a move. Time to get my mojo back!
It was Sunday and we were working out at the same time. The Falcons were playing and I planned to kick back and watch the game after my workout - a lazy Sunday afternoon. I chatted with Brad as we were lifting and invited him to come watch the game with me and hang-out. He hesitated about a half-second before he accepted. His wife and kids were at a birthday party and he had the afternoon free. His eagerness made me certain I was going to fuck Mr. All American today.
We showered at the gym and Brad followed me to my building and used my spare parking space in the garage. When we got upstairs, he looked around while I tossed him a beer and ordered some wings and snacks online. Brad was dressed in a wife-beater and a pair of basketball shorts. I had on a t-shirt and some jersey shorts. I'd skipped the underwear and my cock was nestled nicely against the front of my shorts. Brad noticed. I caught him several times checking out my package while I was stowing my gym bag and clearing the bar for our food.
My sofa is comfy and big, and it faces the flat-screen. So I clicked on the game and invited Brad to sit with me on the sofa. At this point, he was like a puppy. All smiles and laughs. I could have told him to sit on the floor and I think he would have grinned and plopped down. Brad had a man-crush and I was the object. I was struggling to keep my boner in check for a while longer.
We had a few beers, watched the game and devoured the food I had ordered. Brad might be lean, but the man could eat. I was impressed by how much food he put away. I decided to test my theory further by asking him to do things for me. Grab me a beer, get me napkin, look up some football stats online. Brad complied eagerly each time and seemed to enjoy the opportunity to please me. Time for my next move.
The game was in the 3rd quarter and Brad excused himself to the bathroom to piss, which presented my opportunity. As Ihe returned, I started rubbing my left shoulder and complained out loud how sore I felt from today's workout. On queue, Brad stopped behind me and said "Let me help you with that". He'd had 4 or 5 beers and his voice was slow when he said it. Then I felt his strong hands start working my shoulder. As an athlete, he'd had this done to him many times and Brad understood massage. My shoulder loosened and that's when I felt him lean forward and wrap his arms around my chest. I was shocked, but he was on a mission. Needy. His inhibitions were gone. He started kissing my neck and massaging my pecs. And while I was enjoying his attention, Brad was flat-out whimpering. I reached behind my head, grabbed the back of his neck with my hand and gently pulled him over the back of the sofa onto my lap. Brad curled into me in a fetal position, touching, rubbing, feeling me. Guys like Brad (married with kids) rarely get a chance to act on their feelings. He needed daddy-time, man time. I was happy to oblige.
I cupped Brad's beautiful ass in my right hand and pulled him into me. He groaned audibly. I like to manhandle an ass - knead it, paw it, poke it. I like to possess my bottom buds, for lack of a better word. The attention drove Brad wild. His ass was one big erogenous zone and no matter where I touched him, he moaned. He was babbling like a little boy and telling me how much he wanted this, how often he'd fantasized about it. His reactions fed my need to dominate and bolstered my daddy instincts. I was going to fuck Brad silly. But I was determined to make him feel amazing in the process.
My hand moved to the center of Brad's ass and I dug a finger lightly into his hole. He had been stroking my cock through my shorts and he tensed-up when I touched him there. His ass was so beautiful, so perfect that I wanted to explore it more. I lifted his head and stood up. He looked lost for a second until I pulled him up with me. My mouth crushed his as I pulled down his shorts in one, quick move. He stepped out of them while simultaneously responding to my kiss and stroking my cock. He was just about to kneel when I spun him around and shoved him onto his knees on the sofa. Brad was still processing this move when my tongue connected with his hole the first time (I learned later it was the first time he'd been rimmed). The whole damned neighborhood could hear Brad when I started eating his ass. "Ooh, oh no. Ooooh....oh please. Oh my GOD. What.....oh FUCK." And so on, and so forth. I love to give guys new experiences and Brad was getting the full treatment. His ass was chiseled perfection, and he tasted as good as he looked. In that moment, I knew I'd be enjoying Brad's ass a lot in the coming months. He was exactly what I needed....and I'm pretty sure he felt the same.
I slipped off my shorts and rolled Brad onto his back. His eyes were glued to my hard cock and his own dick was throbbing wildly. He reached for it, but I caught his hands and put them above his head. Then I grabbed both legs and pulled them back to expose his quivering hole. At the same time, I shoved my cock into his mouth. Brad might not have had much experience with ass play, but he was a born cocksucker and he was on sensory overload. Even after all that food, handsome Brad was starving - it might have been the best head I've ever had. Meanwhile, I enjoyed his ass and worked to get him opened up. He made a lot of happy noises and never protested as I did my thing. Brad was in heaven - the sort of behavior that completely restored my confidence as a top. After a bit I pulled him up and kissed him passionately again. Then I led him to my bedroom. No questions, no negotiation.
When we got to the bed, I bent Brad over it...gently. I wanted to tease and play with his ass some more. And I wanted to talk to him. I massaged his asscheek with one hand while I grabbed the lube with the other. After massaging a bit of lube into him and a healthy amount on my cock, I positioned myself behind him and began to run the length of my cock up and down his crack, grazing his hole each time. He moaned softly and I reached around to check his cock, which had turned to steel. It was the first time I'd touched him and Brad almost shot his load. I thought about letting him, but decided I needed him completely wound-up since I was going to fuck him. As I continued massaging his crack with my dick, I leaned forward and asked him how he was doing. He replied sincerely, "I've never felt this good". I continued my motions while I put my hand on the right side of his cheek and twisted Brad toward me for another kiss, which he accepted hungrily. Afterwards, I said "Be honest with me - have you ever been fucked before?" "College", Brad said. "But not since then." He quickly explained that his college roommate (and teammate) had fucked him a few times, and he had reciprocated. Brad said that after college (and marriage), he had only sucked dick. He never trusted anyone enough to let them fuck him, but he admitted that he had sucked several guys, including a couple of jocks at our gym. "I'm going to fuck you in a couple minutes, and I intend to make you feel amazing", I said gently. "Oh God, John. Yes, please", he whispered.
I moved lower and started to gently prod Brad's hole with my cock. He gasped each time and tried to thrust back on me, But I held him firm with both hands on his shoulders and took my time. It was important to me that it wasn't painful for Brad. And the best way to make sure of that was more foreplay. We continued for a couple more minutes until I was sure Brad was ready. Then I squeezed some more lube on him (and me) and said "On your back, legs in the air, boy. It's time." Brad moved like a jack-in-the box. He popped up, turned around and landed on his back as he pulled both of those perfect legs back toward his shoulders. Brad's cock was straight-up against his lean torso and he looked needy and hungry. I leaned forward, locked both his legs in the air with my muscular arms and kissed him long and deep. He wriggled toward my cock the entire time, humping up and down. I pulled back and grinned, but he was getting antsy. So I leaned forward again, but this time I pulled my hips back and lined-up my cock. The tip entered Brad just as my tongue entered his mouth. I started to rock gently and his arms wrapped around me. He looked so vulnerable, yet so needy. I made circular motions as my cock began to sink into him. In 30 seconds my pelvis touched his. Brad had taken all of me. And no one could have wiped the smile off his face.
I pulled back a bit and watched him as I started to lengthen my strokes. Brad was blissful, yet he was on edge. I could tell this wasn't going to last long because he had been fighting the orgasm for the past hour. I rocked from side to side and he groaned. I took a couple quick strokes and he was on fire. Brad needed to cum, and I needed to let him. I pulled out almost completely and drove my cock home - once, twice, three times before I felt him seize-up. His arms were still wrapped tightly around me and they began to squeeze even harder. Brad arched his back and his cock touched my furry stomach. He exploded, all the while pulling me close to him and humping my stomach with his cock. My dick was still buried and it took all my strength to keep it there until he was finished. Brad had cum buckets - we were both covered in it. And then he started sobbing. My cock slipped from him. I laid down on the bed and wrapped him up in my arms. His head was on my chest and the tears flowed. Brad didn't say anything and neither did I. I simply stroked his head and held him until he calmed down. Then we napped. I awoke an hour later to Brad's talented mouth on my cock. The man had some mad oral skills and 2 minutes later he was swallowing my load, the first of many he would swallow in the coming weeks....