Hey guys,
A very nice Reader sent me a note about the Meeting Mike story. He wanted more (DETAILS!) about my progress with adjusting to Mike's, er...well, ENDOWMENT, shall we say. Every time I hear the phrase, Sit and Spin, I get en erection thinking about Mike.
Mikey was a big guy, six and a half feet tall and well over 200 pounds of pure muscle. The man is SO obsessed with his body fat! But he's a great guy. Sort of a closet case at times but that's OK, I'm so obvious that I make up for what Mike doesn't show.
Speaking of not showing, the first time I saw Mikey's little peepee was in the showers at the gym.
Such a huge guy and I almost felt bad for him. But then I got to see the `after' picture. Talk about a bloomer! According to my tape measure, he's nine and three quarter inches of thick man meat. At first I was sort of like; "Honey, you want to do what, where, with that thing? Ah, not me, baby! I got to be able to walk around tomorrow and ain't no way I could STAND, much less walk after getting shish-ka-bobbed by THAT thing!"
Yah. Greatest plans of mice and men. I took it like a man, believe me. (I was a BIG `ol mouse afterward though!)
Actually, it was fun. I made it my goal in life to be able to jump off a diving board, ass first, and land on his post -- dropping all the way down onto it. The first time I sat on him, I made sure I was giving the orders -- and I do mean orders. He's big, but he's obedient! It took a great deal of practice, and I do mean a GREAT deal of practice to be able to sit all the way down on his 9.75. It was work, let me tell you. I insisted that we practice and practice and practice -- every chance we got. His bedroom, my bedroom, his living room, my living room, in the shower, at the nude beach, the surrounding woods, you name it -- I'm a dedicated student. One I set my mind on a goal, get out of my way, come Hell or high heels, I'm going to reach that goal.
I almost had to buy a wheelchair and invest in diapers. But it was worth every inch! Mikey gets embarrassed so easily. I never wear underwaer and Mike had never tried that out before so he wanted to give it a shot. We were going to see a movie at the Lagoon, a theater near where I live in Minneapolis. It was summer, hot, and I always wear as little as I can legally get away with, in a tasteful manner, of course!
So details, eh, Stephen? OK then. The first time went a bit like this:
We left my house, starting on the 20-minute walk to the theater. I've got my spandex shorts on and a (just long enough) T-shirt, ya know what I mean? It could cover my crotch should it need covering.... Well we're doing fine but I notice Mikey keeps pulling at his shirt.
"What's wrong? Feeling a bit..., visible?" I asked, pulling his shirt up to look.
"This spandex is rubbing on me and I've got a hardon. We need to go back. I can't do this."
"Oh, come on, just haul it up so it's pointing upward and your shirt will cover it up. We'll miss the movie and this is the last day it's playing. Besides, we'll be a dark theater in just a few minutes." I was trying to assist with the `hauling' part but he kept slapping my hands away. Some people are just so independent!
So we walked a bit more and even I could see people noticing both of us. It's sort of (excuse the word) HARD to hide a big fat, 10-inch erection inside spandex shorts. (THANK YOU GOD!) And knowing Mike had an erection (especially knowing it was being noticed) gave me a hardon too!
Well I was wearing one of Mike's workout muscle T-shirts, which of course was a million sizes to big so I could hide pretty well but Mikey is a big guy to begin with and his shirt wasn't nearly as loose or long. I was in Heaven. I'm sure he felt like he was in Hell.
So there we were, me looking like the wolf-boy, my hairy chest, shoulders, and back hanging out all over the place, 3-feet of hair on my head blowing in the breeze behind me. And poor Mikey, his tree-trunk legs stretching his black spandex to the bursting point, his erection pretty clearly outlined as his massive table-like pecs showed through the low scoop of his muscle Tee.
He almost whimped out but broke a little, leafy branch off a tree and was sort of picking at the bark while using it to hide his erection as we walked. His fear eventually got his erection to subside but it left this great big, glorious wet spot. (GOD! I love seeing that!) At last we got to the theater, and Mike darted up to the bathroom as soon as we got in.
He said he tried to dry off the wet spot but it was no use. Looking up at him coming down the steps, it was SO obvious, but I handed him an Advocate to carry. (He didn't even care it was a gay mag, he was just happy to hide!)
The movie sucked. I kept Mike squirming by rubbing my hand up his thigh and squeezing his crotch until I guess I went to far. He'd been trying to make me stop but I knew he was hard again and I couldn't stop my hand. I'm left handed and he was on my right; I have no control over that hand. But Mike slipped out of the theater and I was afraid I was going to have to apologize -- something I'm extremely bad at...
He wasn't in the lobby and I didn't see him outside, through the wall of glass so I went upstairs to the bathroom. Two stalls had closed doors, bending over looking under them; one stall had a very nice set of hairy legs, thin, but nice and the other legs were Mikey's, dark brown and completely hairless. Besides I would know the toes in those sandals anywhere, I'd sucked on them often enough!
"Mike, you ok?"
"Fine."
"Don't worry about it, nobody saw us."
"I'll be DOWNSTAIRS in a minute."
Was he going to beat off? Not without me, he wasn't!
"Michael, you open this door right now. I will not stand here, listening to you beat off while I could be doing it for you."
"Would you shut the fuck up? I said I would be downstairs in a minute."
I went into the middle stall so now I'm between the hairy legs and Mike, who was on the end, in the handicapped stall. I stepped up on the stool and looked over the wall.
"That's my job."
Mike nearly had a heart attack. His erection actually went half soft in no time flat.
"Major, would you get out of hear? I have to get rid of this fucking thing. Just give me a second, that's all it's going to take at this point."
I started to climb over the wall. Mike almost fell over trying to stand up with his shorts down around his ankles while also trying to get out of the way of my swinging feet.
"Jesus Christ. What are doing?"
"My job. I got you into this so I feel it's my duty to get you out." I pulled my muscle T-shirt off and kicked off my running shoes. I could feel my dick starting to harden as I peeled off my spandex, my own slick, wet spot showing up bigger than the faces on the movie screen downstairs.
Naked, I pulled Mike's shirt off as he hissed and whispered his angry protests. I yanked his spandex off, over his sandals and tossed them away, leaving us both naked. I pushed Mike back down on the toilet and finished inflating his half-hard hardon. I love how he and I both make gallons of precum, it was everywhere. I was kissing Mike as I straddled him, rocking my hips so that his erection was being rubbed under me, between my legs.
It didn't take long before he was lubing big time. I didn't let Mike touch my erection, as I aimed his, at my asshole. I just sort of relaxed, sitting back a bit, feeling his dick slide into me. I had my hands on Mike's face, feeling our tongues wrestling but when I got to that point where I can't fit any more of Mike's erection inside of me, I threw my head back, gasping for air and wincing at the pain.
The hairy legs guy was looking over the wall at us. He had moved so that he could stand on the toilet and watch us. He had the longest eyelashes! He was Arabic, or Iranian, or Turkish, I don't know, but his handsome, dark face had these huge, headlight eyes. He just smiled.
Oh, an audience, added inspiration! I jammed Mike's cock the rest of the way in. My whole body burst out in sweat. Suddenly the room had gotten unbearably hot. I lifted my feet off the floor.
I could feel Mike deeper inside my body than anyone or anything had ever reached before!
I moved my hands away from Mike's face to go back to kissing him. As I did, he must have opened his eyes and saw that we were being watched. Mike tensed, clamping his legs together, trying to sit up which pushed his cock even deeper into me so that I just started shooting cum all over Mike's face and chest. I've never had an orgasm like that; pain and pleasure were indistinguishable. I was on fire; I couldn't breathe, my erection was so hard it hurt, my insides were all shoved around, making room for Mike's fat cock and my brain was sparking electrical impulses that nearly knocked me out.
But it must have had an effect on Mike, he made this grunting, gasping sound that I've never heard before and made a couple of rocking movements before opening his mouth wide and exhaled each grunt as his cock fired off its payload into my guts. He slammed his cum-covered face against my hairy chest, twitching and jumping as his orgasm sputtered out of energy.
I heard our watcher making his own grunts as he was spraying the stall with his cum. My eyes wouldn't open. I was going to need internal reconstructive surgery; I knew it. Mike wiped his face clean in the hair on my chest. My legs vibrated as I tried to stand up. Mike was hard as a rock. His cock must have been ten feet long; it just kept sliding out of me, never ending. Jeeze! How the fuck did I get into this mess?
A wave of relief washed over my dripping wet body as Mike's erection at last recoiled out of me. It was absolutely like concrete, sticking right up in the air between us. I couldn't stand up; I landed back on Mike's knees, my ass on fire. Me, Mike, and this third party, no, not the watcher, Mike's erection; sitting between us like a child sits between its parents, demanding attention.
He gabbed onto it the same time I did, as one, we slid our hands up and down on his concrete post.
It didn't take long before another volcano of cum sprayed up out of his mountain. Just as he came, Mike had been so flexed tight, holding back his orgasm that when he relaxed; he bent backward, hitting his head on the wall with a thud.
He grabbed the back of his head, laughing, and whimpering at the same time. I steadied myself on the walls as I climbed off of Mike's lap. I was a mess. My ass was dripping liquid that slid down the hair between my thighs, my chest was matted with my own and Mike's cum. I could feel some of it on my shoulder and cheek as well. I know it got in my loose-hanging long hair as that got all tangled around and over us too.
You know, getting lost in passion is such a blast but then as soon as the fire-works-orgasm is spent, you suddenly become aware of the fact that the, PRE-orgasm fluids are POST-orgasm icky. Both of us were a sticky mess, stark naked and in a public restroom of the theater that I frequented on a regular basis so EVERYONE knows who I am on sight.
No paper towels, just those stupid damn blow-dryers for your hands. Cum and toilet paper bits tangled in my chest hair, Mike's muscle T-shirt spotted and wet, having been used as a cum rag, and both of our pre-cum soaked spandex shorts showing off what each of us was REALLY thinking about, we left the theater.
I hobbled along with my edition of City Pages and Mike slinked past the popcorn stand with his Advocate wide open. Thank God it was getting dark! The walk home lasted forever and was in total silence. I think Mike was in as much shock as I was in pain.
I didn't go back to that theater for almost two months. I missed some good movies too! Even for me, that was pretty wild. Now, looking back, what a memory! Oooh baby, but I do love men's bodies! They just drive me to beyond my own limits. I can't get enough of men. Everything about them fascinates me. I could spend the rest of my life giving head in the showers at the gym and die a happy man.
Mike was sort of a new man after that. He seemed to take that last step out of his closet. He was more assertive -- in the bedroom as well as everywhere else. I guess I created a monster. His "new outlook" as his boss put it, was the component the company had been waiting for. They offered my Mikey a great new job and a huge raise. -- But in another area of the country.
The bastard took it! He gave me up rather than turn down all that money and a life-time of success. Gadzooks, where's the gratitude?
Actually, he begged me to come with him but I couldn't go, not at this point in my life. Mike has come back for a visit -- which was a blast! Perhaps that's yet another story.
So there you go, Mr. Steve. Ask and you shall receive. Let it never be said that I ever turned down an offer from a nice man asking me about sex...
Thanks for asking. I enjoyed it -- again. Giovanni, Gio or Major, whichever you prefer.