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Story: The Community
Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter
My name is James Snow. I'm a thirty-two year old gay ex-Mormon, ex-app developer and ex-workaholic. Six months ago, I left my old sterile life behind, packed up my Range Rover and went on the road looking for something other than the passionless life that left me perpetually sad. What I found was unlike anything I had imagined.
So there I was on day 178 of my journey sitting in a coffee shop in a small resort town I'd never been to before. I was sipping a strong americano and updating the travel diary I keep on my laptop. I was pretty much alone. Just me and the barista taking up space.
Suddenly the door at the shop's entrance swung open. Reflexively, I looked up from my laptop. Under normal circumstances, I would have glanced at the person entering the shop and quickly gone back to the laptop. Instead my eyes stayed fixed on the figure in the doorway. There are certain people who seem to be bathed in light wherever they go. This guy was one of those people. He was a glorious specimen of male flesh. Tall, broad, muscular with long blonde hair, mustache and beard. I could see the outline of his impressive manhood down the right leg of his pants. Guess this guy didn't do underwear.
A jolt of sexual electricity sparked in my groin. I couldn't turn away. Then I realized he was looking back at me. What's this weirdo gorgeous hunk doing? He's just standing there staring at me. Then he smiled at me. A wide jolly toothy smile that made his blue eyes twinkle.
"Hi Jimmy," he said from the doorway.
My heart skipped a beat. "I'm sorry, do I know you?"
"It was a long time ago. High school to be exact. And I've changed some. A lot maybe," he told me, still smiling.
He did seem familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
He walked towards me saying, "Sadly, I didn't exactly treat you with a great deal of kindness back then."
As he finally reached my table and I looked beyond all that hair into the bright blue eyes and it came to me...Simon.
Simon and I grew up together. We were the same age and we went to the same schools. We were also in the same ward of the Mormon church. So we saw each other constantly. Our relationship was friendly but never close.
Then about eighth grade, things started to change. Simon was tall, athletic and masculine. And me...well I was a swimmer and I wasn't terribly masculine. Instead, I was an awkward, slightly ambiguous pubescent boy who thought about boys constantly. Simon specifically played a big part in my wanking fantasies. And I think he sensed it. I did everything I could to keep my secret yearnings buried, but it's hard to keep a pubescent boy's desires under wraps.
At some point, Simon stopped saying hello to me at school. Then came the giggles as he and his friends whispered about me. Finally, it all graduated to mild bullying and name calling in high school.
And now that he was standing in front of me again all I could think about was my desire for him.
"Well nobody's kind in high school Simon," I said getting out of my chair.
His smile broadened when I said his name, "You were."
"I was a closeted gay freak in Mormon clothing. Nice was my armor," I confessed.
I smiled at him and reached for a handshake.
Before I knew it, he scooped me up in a bear hug. Simon being about eight inches taller than me, my feet came off the floor.
"I'm so happy you're here," he told me. "I was next door and I saw you walk by. It blew my fucking mind."
What was happening? The old Simon would've casually sauntered over to me and shook my hand. But that guy seemed to have disappeared. Gone was the close cropped haircut and clean shaven face. Gone were the khakis, polo shirt and loafers. Replaced by loose fitting drawstring pants, sandals and a t-shirt with the statue of David on the front.
Simon let me go and stood looking into my hazel eyes. "Sorry. I'm just really excited. And kinda nervous. I wasn't sure you'd wanna talk to me after the way I treated you back then." he said.
"No worries. I mooned over you like a twelve year old girl. I'm lucky you didn't beat the crap out of me."
"I wish you'd known this Simon in high school."
"About that. This is some change. Who are you and what have you done with the real Simon?"
He took my hand and put it on his chest. "He's right here."
It was kinda corny, but the sudden intimacy took me by surprise. My heart started to pound in my chest. I was in a total daze.
"Oh," was all I could say.
His hand touched my cheek gently. "Is this OK," he asked me.
Oh my God, he's coming on to me. "Yes," I said in a whisper.
"Good," he said as he brought his hand to my chin and his lips to my lips.
"That's what I should have done in high school."
"Now works," I managed to get out.
"I should've pulled you close, not pushed you away. But I was so scared of how I felt," he confessed.
"The church didn't make it any easier," I said, putting my hand on his cheek.
"I don't concern myself with what LDS wants anymore," he told me.
"Wow, we're dropping like flies," I joked.
"I'm just sad for all I took away from us. For all we missed out on," he said sadly.
"You mean all that hot, frantic, clumsy teenage fucking?" I said with a chuckle.
The Big Man smiled broadly at that. He leaned into my ear and said, "Come home with me. It's not far."
Without thinking I just said, "OK."
I grabbed my laptop and followed him out to his Jeep.
Before I knew it, we turned down a gravel road a few miles outside of town.
Suddenly, we were standing wrapped in each other's arms in the very large main room of Simon's mansion-size cabin/house. A very large and expensive modern chandelier hung above our heads. The room was breathtakingly beautiful and immaculate. The man must have help, I thought to myself.
Simon looked into my hazel eyes. He brought his lips to mine.
I closed my eyes and kissed him back. Our warm soft tongues met. His hands went to my neck and then down to my smooth chest. He grabbed a handful of shirt and pulled me into him. We continued kissing for several minutes before he broke the kiss with a sigh of contentment.
"I knew you'd be a good kisser," he said. "You always had such luscious lips," he told me, running his thumb across my bottom lip.
"Thanks," I replied, sucking his finger into my mouth.
He smiled, took his finger from my mouth and kissed me again, this time more passionately than before. His hands were all over my body. My neck, my back, my ample, swimmer's ass. It made me shiver with pleasure.
I moaned into his mouth. I was lost in the moment, enjoying every second of his touch.
Running his hands through my mop of wavy brown hair he said, "God I love your hair. I've fantasized about doing this so many times."
"It feels pretty good from my end too," I told him, enjoying the slight pull of his hand on my hair.
"You're so beautiful, " he said. "You always have been. I hope you know that."
I'd never felt like this before. Like I was exactly where I was meant to be.
Simon squeezed my ass. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach through our clothes.
"I want you so badly," he whispered in my ear.
I moaned and kissed him harder. "I want you too," I said.
He tried to pull my t-shirt over my head. "Wait. My glasses," I said with a chuckle.
"Oh sorry. " I took off my glasses. "Okay. Now you can make me naked."
The big guy giggled as he finished pulling off my shirt.
"Let's go upstairs," he said, pulling off his own shirt exposing two very sexy pierced nipples. This day just kept getting better.
He took my hand and led me upstairs to his bedroom. We both dropped our pants immediately. I saw a pink heart tattoo just above the crack of his ass. He turned around and pulled me into his arms again, kissing me deeply.
We were both naked and our throbbing erections were pressed snuggly between us. He reached down and took my cock in my hand. It was rock hard.
"It feels so good in my hand," Simon said as started to stroke it.
Simon's finger teased my slit. He spread the slimy pre cum emerging from it around the head of my pulsating cock. I reached down and gently pulled Simon's foreskin over his engorged helmet. We were both moaning into each other's mouths as we stroked each other's cocks.
I was anxious to get my hands on the Big Man's balls. I love the combination of soft, velvety skin surrounding the hard center of a guy's nuts. Especially when they are hairless. And from what I had seen already, Simon's groin was completely bald. I took his ample testicles in my hand.They were heavy and warm. I rolled them around in my hand as he continued to stroke my cock. I wanted so much to suck them into my mouth.
"Fuck," he said as I grabbed his sac from the top and pulled down.
Simon stroked me faster and harder. I was so close.
"Stop," I told him, putting my hand on his hand. "I'm close and I don't wanna cum unless you're inside me."
"Are you sure?" Simon asked. "I don't want to hurt you," he said.
"You won't," I told him.
"Some guys see this," he said, grabbing his impressive cock, "and they close the backdoor."
"Big Man, I want all of you. The whole package."
I turned my back to him and bent over leaning on the bed.
I wiggled my ass at him. "All yours," I teased him.
"Wow. That is next level," he said. "How far down does that go," he asked, referring to the sun tattoo that started at my rosebud and continued on my ass cheeks.
"Why don't you come here and find out," I taunted him.
He put his big man hands on both of my round, tender glutes and spread them open to reveal how close the tattoo came to my pucker.
"That is the sexiest thing I've ever seen," he said as he squeezed each globe.
Simon reached for the bottle of lube on the nightstand. He spread the sticky liquid on my twitching hole. A tiny jolt went through me when the warm flesh of his fingers touched my rosebud. Simon grunted softly as he circled my pucker. Finally, he pushed into me. I moaned as he slowly worked his finger in and out. I could hear the Big Man breathing harder.
He added a second finger. Then a third and a fourth. I was panting now, the pleasure building with each thrust. His hand almost completely inside my pussy, he pushed his fingers out to stretch my tight ring. I arched my back making the stretch even more profound. Simon inserted his thumb and widened my entrance to its limit. I put my head down and whined loudly into the mattress.
"That is so fucking sexy," he uttered his voice thick with lust. "You want my cock, don't you?" he asked, his voice low and seductive. I moaned again, unable to speak.
Simon grabbed me by the hips and pushed me up onto the bed. I turned on to my back and enthusiastically raised my legs into the air. "Oh yes," he said as he crawled between my legs and positioned his engorged manhood at my backdoor. He kissed me hard as he pushed his lubed up erection against my slightly gaping hole. The large purple head popped in as our tongues wrestled. I groaned into his mouth. Slowly he slid his cock into my ass, stretching it out as he did so.
Simon looked into my eyes and smiled, "Ready for me."
I nodded.
He slowly started to move his hips, fucking me. Every move stretched my insides further. I felt him bottom out inside of me and it was a feeling like no other. It was a mix of pain and pleasure that I had never experienced before. And I felt so completely filled up. It was intoxicating. He pulled out a bit and tried to push further in. And again. I felt like he was trying to crawl inside of me.
"Oh my fucking God," I shouted. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck. Simon scooped me up off the bed and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His hard cock still in my ass he fucked me in mid air for a couple of minutes. Because of our size difference I looked like a boy in his arms.
"You're a beast," he told me.
The next fifteen or twenty minutes of fucking is kind of a blur. He tossed me on the bed. The sudden separation from his mammoth tool makes me whine. He fucked me from behind. He rolled me on top of him. I spun around so he could watch his dick going in and out of me. We were both sweating and breathing hard.
Finally, we ended up in missionary. His large body loomed over me as he pistoned into me. The sweat dripping from his forehead, he started to pick up the pace, thrusting harder into my ass as he did so. I was moaning, whining and groaning, the pleasure was too much. He grunted as he fucked me harder and harder. His balls noisily slapped against my ass. With one final intense thrust, I felt him tense up inside of me. He howled like a wild animal as he unleashed a torrent of cum into my guts.
He wrapped his warm hand around my yearning cock and yanked on it twice. That was all it took.
"Oh fuck," I moaned as I unloaded all over my belly and his hand. He looked into my eyes as he licked my jizz from his fingers.
Simon slowly pulled out of me. The emptiness he left behind was disappointing. I felt his warm cum start to drip out of my ass. He scooped up some of the warm, gooey syrup and put it on my lips.
"Yummm," I said as I tasted it.
He laid down next to me, exhausted from the intense fucking he had just given me. I cuddled up next to him, feeling safe in his arms.
"I wish you could stay inside me forever," I told him, still trying to catch my breath.
"Forever, huh?" He teased pulling me closer.
"Oh, sorry. I just meant..."
With a chuckle, Simon said, "No worries. I know what you meant. That was fucking spiritual."
"Ditto," I told him.
"I can't wait to have you inside me."
I smiled at him and got on top of him, "it will be my pleasure, Big Man."
"You can stay here as long as you want. There's plenty of room," he said.
to be continued