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This is a true story that happened to me a few years ago. Since then I've spent many a wet fistful of jizz thinking about those weeks in June...
Sorry, this first chapter is a bit boring, but I wanted to set things up in detail. Things get hot soon enough, trust me! I'd love feedback on what you think so far: prowlin8@yahoo.com .
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I moved to sunny California for my first job after college. I was flown out for an interview during my last semester, and then hired right before graduation, so I found myself on the coast before I really even had much time to think about it. But that suited me fine - I graduated in January, and the thought of a place with no snow was pretty appealing. The offer was great, and I was looking forward to a new job and a new environment. Little did I suspect what I was in for!
A little about me first, I guess. My name is Craig. I was 26 at the time, young and pretty good looking, or so I was often told. The first thing people usually noticed, though, was my worked out, muscular bod. At 5'9" I wasn't tall, but my I was certainly solid. I had really bulked up during my four years in the Navy, before heading off to college.... not really bodybuilder form, but my upper body was pretty beefed up and cut. My new frame got me so much attention that I kept lifting through college and on. I had close cropped blond hair and a decent mat of brown fur on my chest and legs.
Another feature that wasn't so immediately obvious was the fat, cut 8-incher in my pants. The thickness is really what seems to get most people when they first catch a glimpse. I got used to wearing loose jeans and other clothes that helped hide my semi-permanent condition. I have to admit to being a pretty damned horny guy, and find it pretty hard to ignore a raging boner when it happens... which is a lot!
Through high school I had always considered myself straight, and definitely got my share of pussy. My time in the Navy, though, had taught me the joys of hot, sweaty man-to-man sex. Surprisingly, I found I didn't have much problem thinking of myself as bisexual. As long as I was getting my fuckstick waxed, who cared about labels like that? Especially when it all felt so damned good. So after I started college, I continued to occasionally fuck around with the boys - although I seemed to have no problems getting pussy, and almost always had steady girlfriends. Guys were more about quick release, and seemed to be much cooler about that anyway. Probably because of the whole "don't ask, don't tell" thing, though, I wasn't in the habit of flaunting my bi tendencies. I wasn't ashamed of discussing it, but if most people assumed I was straight, I was fine with that.
A few days of looking led me to a nice, large townhouse that a guy named Dan was looking to share. Not having a lot of stuff, I moved in almost immediately. Dan and I hit it off pretty well right away. He was my age, but more of a preppy type. We would hang out quite a bit after work, and it was nice to gain a friend so quickly in a new town. From what I could tell he was strictly straight, and when he assumed I was to, I let it go at that. Besides, he had a steady girlfriend and wasn't really my type, so I didn't see the need to correct that little assumption.
By the time summer rolled around, I was pretty comfortable in my new surroundings. I had dated quite a few of the lovely women that seemed in such great supply out here, but no no one seriously. I met so many girls through Dan and through work that I hadn't done any messing around with a hot guy since my relocation.
One day Dan announced that his younger brother, Matt, wanted to come and stay with us for a few of weeks during summer break. He had just graduated from high school and was heading off to school in the fall, and wanted to soak up some sun. I told him it was fine by me, and we cleared out the small office room so he'd have his own place to crash.
Matt arrived on a Saturday, and I went with Dan to pick him up at the airport. I liked him immediately - he had Dan's sense of humor, but seemed more grounded somehow. He was ruggedly good-looking for a young kid, with short, dark brown hair and a ready grin.
I joined them on a quick buzz around a few tourist spots. When Dan went to pick up his girlfriend, Matt and I went out and grabbed a bite to eat. Dan seemed relieved that I was getting along with Matt, since he had been nervous about him staying with us for several weeks. We agreed to meet up later for a night out on the town.
Matt was very talkative and seemed really curious about my time overseas. I told him about my experiences (well, some of them!) and he told me how he couldn't wait to travel himself. It was a new feeling to be like a "big brother" of sorts to this kid, but it felt good as well. My interest wasn't sexual, but more of a fondness, for lack of a better word. In a way, he reminded me of myself just out of high school - not so much physically, but in attitude.
Matt seemed to enjoy himself that night as we all met up again and visited the sights. Since Matt was 18 though - still 3 years from drinking age - we steered clear of the bars and wound up seeing a movie. Dan and his girlfriend said they planned on taking Matt out for more sight seeing the next day. Having a lot of stuff I wanted to do before work on Monday, I told them to have fun and maybe we could hook up later.
I'm an early riser, unlike my roommate. Bright and early the next morning I got up and decided to go for a run before getting busy. I came downstairs in a sleeveless T and shorts, running right into Dan's little brother.
"Hey there," I grinned. "Guess sleeping in doesn't run in the family."
"Nah," he smiled back. "Never was one to sleep in on a sunny day."
I reached into the refigerator for some water. "Well, there should be something edible around here somewhere, if you look hard enough. Just don't touch that pizza, it's been in there for a few too many days."
He laughed, then stopped abruptly as he turned to face me. "Wow, you must really work out."
I was acutely aware of his young gaze as he looked me up and down. Not in a leering sort of way, but more out of curiosity. I realized this was the first time he'd seen me out of my bulky street clothes. My powerful arms were on full display, and the outline of my pecs was fully visible under the slight T shirt.
"Yeah, just a bit," I chuckled. "I like to keep in shape."
He smiled again. "Yeah, that's cool. I had no idea you were that pumped up before. You must put a lot of work into it."
"It's not that bad once you get going," I replied, giving him a once over. "The hard part is getting into the routine. You could bulk up pretty fast if you wanted to." He had a nice, solid frame.
"Yeah? Never really thought about it." He definitely was now, though.
I smiled. "Well, maybe you could go to the gym with me sometime if you're interested in trying it out."
"Great, may have to do that," was his quick reply.
"Don't let your lazy brother sleep all day," I laughed, heading toward the front door. I could almost feel his eyes burning into my ass as I walked away. He was obviously making some comparisons and wondering about working out himself. I smiled to myself. If I didn't know better, I'd swear I was being cruised. At least he was legal (barely!), and in a few years he would surely be a real heartbreaker. Best not to dwell on that line of thinking, or my wood would be fighting with my running shorts.
By the time I got back from my run, Dan and Matt had gotten their act together and taken off. As I undressed to take a shower, my cock started springing to life. (I swear, the damn thing has a mind of its own!) As I started to stroke out a quick load, I thought about Matt checking me out. I had to admit his youthful admiration was a turn-on. I was still damned young myself, but he really made me feel like a mature man. I found myself wondering what his reaction would be if he found me here, pumping away on my stiff boner. Would he look away in embarrassment, or fix me once again with that intense stare?
A few jerks was all it took to start firing my hot load all over the bathroom wall. The orgasm was so intense I almost buckled at the knees. I performed a quick cleanup before heading into the water to wash away my lingering sweat and sperm. You're a sick man, I laughed to myself. Oh, well, harmless enough in the comfort of my own room, right?
TO BE CONTINUED . . . .