Coming Out Bi
I had just dropped my wife off at the airport. This wasn’t one of her normal business trips and she would be gone indefinitely. Her mother was terminally ill and she was going to be there to the end. It was the right thing to do. On the way home I stopped at one of our favorite haunts for a light meal and a drink.
I was at the bar that night alone feeling sorry for myself. I was on my third beer when a couple of guys sat down next to me. I didn’t think much about it at the time except that they looked like football players. I nodded and went back to my beer. They were joking and laughing and I made a comment. Somehow that let me in on their conversation. They really were funny and clever. Bob bought a round and we took turns buying until I realized it was about time to go. I knew my wife would call when she landed so I wanted to be home. I explained that I had to go.
“Forward the call to your cell phone and finish your beer,” John suggested. He showed me how to do it from my cell phone. Thirty minutes later they said they were headed out and asked if I wanted to come over to their place and hang out for a while. I was a little tipsy and didn’t want a DUI so I said why not. As I followed them home my wife called to say she arrived. Her cell battery was low so she didn’t stay on the phone long enough to hear the slur in my voice.
Their apartment was on the third floor. I made jokes about stair climbing and we all laughed. Anyway we all got in and took off our ski jackets. John got us all a beer and we sat on the sofa in front of the TV. It was a typical bachelor pad with a leather couch. In better light I could see that neither Bob nor John were fat. I could, in fact, tell they were really built.
Bob was flicking through the channels and we watched sports for a bit but they also went by a few porn stations. He stopped on one showing a couple fucking. She was hot and his cock was big.
“Fucckkk,” Bob hissed.
“Muscle stud fucking his bitch,” John added.
They both shifted in their seats and I looked down reflexively and noticed tents in both their pants. Finally Bob broke the silence asked if I minded if we all stroked out a load. I was hard and horny too and it just took a minute before all our pants were down around our ankles and cocks in hand. They both complimented me on my cock and they were watching me as much as the TV. John was right next to me and he asked if I would mind if he stroked my cock. I was embarrassed but I was also very inebriated so I nodded.
“Sure why not,” I said. His hand closed around my cock and I lay my head back and relaxed. Soon he brought his other hand over and began feeling my balls which felt even better.
I looked over and Bob was watching us while stroking. I knew it was kind of odd to be doing it but closed my eyes and lay back to enjoy it. The next thing I felt was a John changing position. I opened my eyes in time to see his mouth going down on my cock. Bob took that opportunity to get up and sit next to me. He had stripped off his shirt and I looked at his bodybuilder chest as he moved close, put one hand behind my head and leaned in to put his mouth over mine. John was a pro at cock sucking and soon I was ready to pop. I was moaning and gasping as John brought me to the edge. John and Bob then changed positions. They helped me out of the rest of my clothes and this time Bob went down on me. John’s mouth was soon on mine kissing me passionately. Bob inserted a finger in my ass and I exploded in his mouth. John’s tongue was dueling mine in a French kiss as Bob began licking my nipples and neck. Being with the two naked studs was amazing.
It really did feel great they were very gentle and wanted me to feel nothing but pleasure. I wasn’t sure what to do next when Bob bent to take me in his mouth. I was hard quickly. John got up for a minute but he was back quickly. He knelt in front of, applied a condom moved up hovered over my cock placed his lips on mine and slowly lowered himself onto my hard shaft. He took my hands in his and placed them on his hips helping him with the right motion as he fucked my cock.
His ass was slowly grinding as he continued kissing me. It was the best sex I had ever had. Bob now stood beside us on the couch, his cock poised between both of our mouths. John licked the side close to him and motioned for me to do my side which I eagerly did. John took his turn sucking Bob and then he pointed it my way and into my mouth he went. He held my head gently as he slowly fucked my mouth.
John took his cock back and we traded places for a while. Bob asked if he could cum in my mouth and I nodded yes as he was again face fucking me. I was getting close myself as I gripped John’s tight ass. I came first and John worked my cock just right as I gasped around Bob’s big cock. Bob exploded in my mouth and the load was so big some of it was leaking out and dribbling down my chin and neck to my chest. John quickly licked me clean making his way to my mouth and I lay there him still in my lap his mouth making love to me. I couldn’t believe that he was getting me hard again!
He finally got off and Bob motioned us both to the bedroom. I spent the rest of the night getting a formal education in gay sex. By the time I left the next day I was a great cock sucker, fucker and fuckee. My asshole was sore from time I had spent riding cocks. With a promise to return soon we met every weekend for the next month—it took me days to heal otherwise I would have been back sooner. After that it was at least once a month and sometimes more when my wife away on business.
On Friday night I would come to their door and they were naked. The apartment was dark so nobody could see them but they were excited. One of them would pull me inside and we would immediately begin our sex fest. We would usually start by kissing making out on the couch each of us hard and horny as hell. Sometimes we would all get in the shower and suck each other off in turn. I loved the times I was between them getting slowly fucked from behind, John’s breath and gentle kisses on my neck and back; Bob in front taking my every thrust. Sometime I would be the only one moving forward into a willing ass and back onto a willing cock. Making John come in me and I would cum in Bob almost as quickly.
After several months they invited me to a party. They were going to have several of their friends come over. At first I was reluctant but then they said they had video of me being the perfect little whore and they had my wife’s email and phone number. I was scared but they said they just wanted to share me. I was a great sex partner but also wanted to “force” me to expand my horizons.
Their friends were mostly from their gym but some of the friends brought friends that worked out in other gyms. Several of them were hugely muscular. After that party where I was “shared” I would be given instructions on where to go and would show up at addresses and met by one and often more naked men who would take me in to smother me with love and affection and hot man sex. I would leave, sore but quite satisfied.
I always kept myself fit but after I became a regular, John and Bob insisted I get back in the gym to improve my body. Whatever supplements they were giving me quickly improved my muscle mass. All my bed partners loved it including my wife. She suggested changing jobs so she wouldn’t have to travel and I pointed out that her being home all the time would seriously reduce my gym time and I would get fat again. She actually began traveling more giving me even more time with my muscular fuck buddies but when she came home I satisfied and exceeded her every need.
Marcus was the first “job” I was sent on by Bob and John and he was quite memorable. I arrived at his apartment late in the evening and he invited me in. We talked for about 10 minutes in the kitchen as we sipped our beer. I think he could tell I was a little nervous, since this was my first time being sent to someone’s home. However, the thought of this dude, this stranger, having his way with me was really getting me turned on.
“Ready to get naked,” he asked.
“Yeah, sure, if you say so,” I said with a smile. I felt his huge arm and then I began to unbutton his shirt.
He started making out with me as I opened his shirt. I felt his massive pecs as he was deep tongue kissing. I love tongue kissing someone like that so it was really getting me hard. He undid my pants, and I undid his. We peeled our shirts off and continued kissing. Soon he was sucking and pinching my nipples. Then he ran his hands all over my backside and ass and thighs. I was getting so hot I couldn’t stand still. He got down on his knees and began sucking my very hard cock, tasting my pre-cum. After a while I asked him to lie down on the bed, and I began working his cock with my hands and then my mouth.
I put my leg over his body and got on top of him in a 69 position. He started blowing me again, while I continued to suck and jerk his shaft. I pushed my ass in the air and he began to kiss my ass cheeks, then flicking his tongue around my tight little pink asshole. I was going crazy.
“Damn that feels so good....mmmmm,” I moaned. He was no amateur, and as he began to lick my asshole, he would stop and push the tongue inside my hole, sometimes spitting on it and inserting a finger as well. Meanwhile I kept blowing him, as he licked my asshole and slobbered all over it while jerking my cock, still in 69 position.
I climbed off and was on all fours with my ass in the air for him. He pushed his well lubed cockhead up to my ass, and slowly shoved all 9 inches inside. He fucked me for a good 15 minutes while I jerked my cock. After fucking me, he lay on his back and I straddled him and sitting on his still hard cock. He started to thrust and when I orgasmed I blew my cum all over his hard pecs. He continued fucking me and I knew he came almost at the same time because I could feel the surge of cum explode inside me.
I got off and we said hardly anything. He told me to clean up so I jumped in the shower. I came out, got dressed, and got ready to leave. He grabbed me as I reached the door and he spun me around so my back was against the door. He pressed his naked physique against me and began to whisper the things he would like to do with me when I came back. I was so fucking turned on I was ready to spend the night. I quickly forgot being shoved out of bed and told to get out. This was so much better than pillow talk. The next thing I knew my cock was in his mouth and I was cumming. When I got home I found some of his cum on my shoes.
Every now and then I still jerk off thinking about that first encounter with Marcus.
I was walking downtown after a late meeting when I thought I saw Tony pulling around the corner. I saw that car circling the block but wasn’t sure it was him so I just kept walking. The next thing I knew he was pulling up alongside me calling to me so I bent to look at him.
“Need a lift?” he asked. I met him at my first party at John and Bob’s and I suspected he wanted a little one on one time. He said he was dying to meet up with me again but the timing was never right. Today he spotted me and he wasn’t going to miss his chance if I was willing.
We made the usual small talk as we drove to his house, which was only a few miles away, and I made sure he could see I was hard through my trousers. He gave me a squeeze and said he had been dying to get hold of my cock ever since that party.
We got to his house and went inside and, as he locked the door behind us, I pressed myself up behind him and started grinding my hard cock against his ass through our trousers making him groan with delight.
“I knew this would be worth the wait,” he said. “Let’s go upstairs and get naked.”
I followed him upstairs, but that took a while because I kept groping his cock and balls from behind, making him stop and moan but eventually we made it to his bedroom. He told me he had fantasized about having me all to himself as he stroked and groped me through my clothes before slowly undressing me. He started with my shirt and then began playing with my pecs and sucking my nipples, making me moan. Next he opened my belt sliding down my pants and revealing my cock straining at my tight briefs. He teased me with his hands and mouth and eventually slid my briefs down releasing my rock hard cock and telling me how nice it was and how he had dreamt of this moment for months.
He took me in his hand and slowly pulled my foreskin back, revealing my glistening bell end, and started to gently jack me as I stood there loving every second.
“Come in the bathroom,” he said. “I want to soap you up.” By then I would have done anything he asked so, naked, I followed him into the bathroom and he filled the sink. Long ago I realized that weird to me is kinky for other guys and that I should just go with the flow because it usually worked out. I had my limits but what Tony wanted was harmless so I stood with my hands gripping the sides of the basin, legs back a little and spread, and he soaped up a sponge before rubbing it all over my cock, balls and ass. It felt fucking amazing, and he was obviously loved doing it. Then he dropped the sponge and soaped up his hands, rubbing my cock with them, making me gasp with pleasure. One hand moved to my ass, squeezing and soaping my cheeks and crack. I was in ecstasy as he gave me a slow, soapy cock massage, as he teased his soapy fingers between my cheeks. He asked me if I liked that.
“Yes,” I moaned, pushing my ass out and spreading my legs a little more. “Don’t stop,” I moaned. He took me at my word and slowly, gently, worked a finger inside me as he stroked me. I also moved my hips so I was fucking his hand with my soapy cock as he fucked me with his finger.
I was incredibly turned on now, up for anything, and dying to be fucked. He was talking dirty to me the whole time and asking me if I liked his fingers up my ass, to which I replied I would rather it was his cock. He smiled and stood next to me, dropping his pants to reveal his hard cock. I just wanted it in me. He asked me if I really wanted that up me. I said yes and he stood behind me and I bent forward more, never letting go of the sink.
I was so soaped up, and opened up by his fingers, that it didn’t take much effort to get him in me. I loved the feeling as he started stroking his cock into me. I started telling him to fuck me, bouncing back on his cock, and it wasn’t long before he was telling me he was going to cum. I told him to do it, I wanted his spunk in me so badly, and the next thing I knew I could feel him pumping his load into my ass as he yelled, cursed, and moaned.
Once he recovered he washed me out in the shower and said it was my turn to cum. He toweled me down and asked me what I wanted. I told him I wanted him to suck my cock, so he led me into the bedroom and had me stand at the foot of his bed as he knelt in front of me and began to worship my cock. He was an expert sucker, deep throating me, and really working my shaft.
He asked if that was all I wanted and I said no. “Get on the bed on all fours. He smiled and got up on the bed, with me standing at the end of it, as I teased his ass with my cock, spanking him with it, which he loved, then opening him wide and rubbing my bell end up and down over his hole. I made him lube me up, then ever so slowly pushed myself inside him. He was moaning with delight and when I was all the way in I could feel him clenching round me. I started slowly, again watching my cock slide in and out of him, grabbing his hips and pulling him back on me. He grunted and said he loved it. I asked him if he wanted it harder.
“Yes, yes fuck me!”
I started really pounding him hard and the sound of his ass smacking against my skin echoed off the walls. I fucked him like that for a good long until I couldn’t hold on any longer.
“Cum up in me,” he said. “Cum up my ass now!” he yelled. I gave a few more hard strokes then exploded inside him, pumping a huge load of cum up his ass as he sighed and thanked me for the perfect fuck.
Tony, Tony, Tony no wonder I never noticed you at the parties. You act all alpha and then beg to be fucked.
I was at the gym dressed and ready to go home after an exhausting workout. I heard the door open as I stuffed my gym clothes into my bag.
“Bob and John’s party,” he said extending his hand to shake mine.
He took me by surprise and I just looked at him. My eyes focused on the well tanned handsome face staring back at me. Blond hair blue eyes, a body overflowing with muscle, did I mention handsome. He laughed again and put his hand under my chin, closing my mouth. “Maybe you’ll remember this.” He lifted up his shirt, exposing a nice tanned six pack complete with Adonis belt obliques. He grabbed my hand and moved it to his ridged stomach, moving it up and down. I I pinched a nipple and heard him release a sigh. I looked up to see his eyes closed and his teeth closed around his bottom lip. I reluctantly pulled my hand back, leaving his golden body.
“I don’t know you... this is kind of weird,” I said. He smiled, showing of his perfect teeth.
“It really isn’t that weird. I was with Ted that night and he wouldn’t let me get near you.”
“Ted? Black beard, bald head, and foot long cock?” I smiled. “Tall, sixty inch chest and twenty four inch arms?” Ted had me over to his place a dozen times since the party. Ted was aggressive and controlling in public but he loved me fucking his pecs. The rule was I had to cum on his huge muscles but never on his face. Ted told me nobody fucked his ass and I believed him. I could see Mike was his arm candy that night.
“That’s him!” Mike smiled again and put his hand on the back of my head, pulling it towards his face. I closed my eyes as our lips made contact and his tongue entered my waiting mouth. His kiss was amazing. Meanwhile, he grabbed my hand and put it on his abs again, moving it around his stomach. He moaned a little as he made out with me. The hand on the back of my head was controlling our kiss and his other hand was pushing my hand around his body going lower and lower. Suddenly, he let go of my hand. I could hear him unzipping his pants.
He pulled his hand off my head, and his face away from mine. My hand was still resting on his perfect stomach, but it fell off as he stood. I watched as he pulled off his shirt exposing one of the sexiest bodies I ever saw. He wasn’t the biggest muscleman I had been with but his muscles were in perfect proportion and he was ripped. He sat down and took of his shoes and sox. He took off his shorts to reveal red boxer briefs. He stood up and faced me, my eyes level with his lower chest. I looked up at him as he came closer to me, my breathing getting heavy. He grabbed my shoulders and brought his perfect face close to mine. I braced for a kiss, but instead, he pushed me on my back onto the bench and crawled on top of me. I could feel his tight ass through my shorts, and I got hard immediately.
I lay flat on my back, and he sat on top of my hips, sitting up so I could admire his physique. His body was all muscle and his red boxer briefs clung tight to his body, accentuating his perfect bulge, which was growing bigger and bigger. He started to hump my body while sitting on me, and he smiled when he saw my face tense in pleasure: he was rubbing his ass against my hard cock. He put his hands on my thighs, only a few inches from my cock and rubbed his hands up and down. He smiled again and grabbed my cock through my shorts. I closed my eyes as I felt his hand caress my stiff cock. He grabbed my head with his other hand and pulled me to sit upright. He used both of his hands and pulled my shirt off, exposing my nicely slim stomach with tight abs. He then backed up from my hips and undid my button and zipper and pulled down my shorts, taking my shoes off with them. I was wearing black boxer briefs, which were tight and very soft.
He put his hands on my legs and rubbed them up, reaching my silky briefs. His hands moved up my thighs, and moved over to my hard cock which was begging for relief. He smiled and started rubbing my cock. He then put his fingers under my waistband and pulled my boxers down, exposing my six inch throbbing cock. He stood up again and pulled down his own boxer briefs. His cock was enormous and shaved. About ten and a half inches, and hard as mine. He mounted me again, my cock being pushed flat between us. He wrapped his arms around me as we kissed.
He lowered me to the bench again before he started to slide his cock towards my face. I grunted when his ass brushed my cock and I watched his hard dick coming closer to my face. He grabbed the back of my head and guided his hot cock to my mouth. The taste of his flesh drove me wild as instinct took over. I took his big cock into my mouth, fitting about half of it in. I almost gagged, but kept going, wanting to fit it all in. I sucked his cock hard, looking up into his eyes as he smiled down at me. His cock tasted so good, and I could feel the pre-cum dripping in my mouth. He held his hand on the back of my head, and the other at the base of his cock. He moaned and threw his head back. I could see his body start to tense. Before he came, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and moved back, breathing deeply. He pulled out a condom and looked at me.
“You’re going to fuck me,” he said. Unwrapping the condom he put the condom over the tip of my cock and rolled it down all the way to the base. I sighed with pleasure. He smiled again and straddled my body. He leaned forward and kissed me. He opened a packet of lube and filled his palm. He grabbed my cock through his legs as he lowered his perfect ass to meet it. I felt like I wanted to cum as his ass lowered onto the head of my cock. He stopped kissing me and looked into my eyes as my cock slowly entered his ass hole. He breathed deeply and lowered his ass completely onto my cock.
His pleasure was as intense as mine. I could see on his face. He pushed up and sat fully upright. He sighed again and ran his hands over his perfect body. He started to move slowly up and down, bringing all his weight down on my hips. I moaned and closed my eyes, grabbing his thighs as he moved down again. He was picking up speed and my cock felt close to an explosion. He started to make moaning noises as he rode my cock, going faster and faster. I began to thrust up to meet his descending ass and he groaned in approval. I fucked his tight ass hole for a few minutes with the pleasure constantly increasing. I almost felt ready to cum when he stopped again, pulling me out of him. I sighed and watched as he pulled my arms up, making me sit up. He then moved over onto all fours on the floor, stretching his ass cheeks apart, exposing his hole. I moved onto my knees and positioned myself behind him. I wasted no time in burying my cock in his hole again. I had control this time and I was going to cum. I started pumping my hard cock really fast as my swelling balls slapped against his perfect body. He moaned like never before. I was seconds away from cumming, in and out in and out of his perfect hole. I let out an intense moan of pleasure as my load unleashed into the condom. I kept pumping until the huge load of cum fully left my hot shaft.
I pulled myself out of him and flipped him over, so he was on his back. I ripped off his condom and went down on him really fast, so that he couldn’t stop me. I started sucking his hard cock, fingering his balls and finger fucking his hairless hole. My fingers pushed inside of his deep hole and my tongue danced around his hot, thick shaft. I finally deep throated his whole cock without gagging, and he let out a moan of pleasure as his whole body tensed and he let out his hot load into the back of my throat. He grabbed both sides of my head as he face fucked me until his balls were empty.
I lifted my face from his cock, licking cum from my lips. He sighed and closed his eyes. I got onto my knees and took the condom off. We casually made our way to the shower. Eventually we got dressed and walked out of the building like nothing ever happened. I got Mike’s private number that day, and whenever I’m really horny, I give him a call. He is always ready and willing for a hot and heavy ball busting fuck.
Eric was 26 years old and just graduated college with some big ass degree. The jock and former wrestler needed somewhere to stay for a few days while he interviewed for jobs. Knowing my wife was out of town Bob and John put him in touch with me. When he showed up at my house he had just come from an interview out by the airport. He introduced himself and extended his hand in a professional way. The suit was expensive but it couldn’t hide his sexy muscular persona. I could see that he was the type that always wanted to do something with other guys but never had the balls. He was a little like me before I met Bob and John. I welcomed him in and showed him to the guest bedroom.
“So how do you know Bob and John?” I casually asked.
“My uncle Ed, he says they throw wild parties. My uncle called his friend Bob and they called you. My Uncle Ed said he never met you but a friend of Bob’s was a friend of his.”
I didn’t know what that was supposed to mean but I nodded and left the room so he could change. I took a leak and on my way back downstairs Eric called to me asking if he could take a shower.
“There are fresh towels in the bathroom at the end of the hall,” I called back from the landing on the stairs. Soon afterwards I heard the shower water running. I was in the kitchen getting some beer and snacks before the game started when I heard Eric walk into the kitchen.
“Did my luggage arrive yet?” he asked.
“No,” I replied. It hit me that all he had in his hand was a briefcase when he came to the door. I turned to see the wrestler turned bodybuilder holding a white hand towel around his waist. I nearly dropped the beer and pretzels. My friend Mike had a better body but not by much.
“I overheard Uncle Ed’s conversation with Bob and I think I know what goes on at those parties,” he said as he came closer. The towel slipped revealing his six inch soft uncut cock. Eric put the towel around his neck. “Uncle Ed doesn’t go out with girls. Once or twice when I stayed with him he would touch my abs and pecs when he thought I was asleep. It was summer so I slept with only boxers on top of the sheets. He even licked my nipples and shoved his nose and face in my arm pits. I never woke up.”
“Oh?” I said showing some interest.
“Later I would tell him I had a dream about a sexy girl coming to my bed to seduce me and his dick would get hard. The next night he put his hand in my boxers and felt my soft dick. It got hard and he kept rubbing and stuff until I was leaking pre-cum. I waited to see what would happen and he licked my cock. I moaned my girlfriend’s name and I heard him chuckle. He kept at it until my cum filled his mouth and he swallowed every drop.”
“Why are you telling me this?” I asked.
“Unlike Uncle Ed you are married and yet your cock is about to rip out of your shorts. I think I must be a bisexual because I still like to fuck my girlfriend. I think you can teach me,” he said as he started to lift my shirt. By the time I was naked his cock was eight inches long. I pulled his lips to mine and when the kiss broke he was breathless.
“Oh fuck that was good,” he groaned.
“That was just a kiss Eric,” I said as I pulled his body chest to chest and cock to cock. “Just wait until the real lessons start,” I postured grabbing his ass cheeks.
“I’m not sure I want a cock up my ass,” he said.
“That’s why you didn’t approach your Uncle Ed?” I asked.
“Yes,” he whispered. I handed him a beer and told him we would start slow. We went back upstairs for his first lesson in cocksucking. He was a natural.
He started screaming and calling me a pervert while he shoved his whole cock down my throat. He started raping my throat and was moaning. He pulled off my cock after the first shot hit the back of his mouth and the rest of my cum sprayed his face and body. I licked the cum away and we kissed and cuddled.
He was a sponge for knowledge and I taught him everything from cleaning a guy out to stretching and lubing before fucking. He especially enjoyed sensual washing in the shower and muscle worship. I got as far as finger fucking him to demonstrate how important it was to lube (of course) and his cum shot without anyone touching his cock. His ass did remain virginal however I taught him every position known to man. He really loved me riding his cock. He taught me some wrestling moves although each wrestling session ended up with his cock up my chute. It was as if he fulfilled a fantasy he had while on the wresting team conquering opponents and fucking them after he conquered them.
He had three job offers out of the four interviews so it was a good possibility I would see him again. When he moved to the city Uncle Ed came with him. It turns out we did know each other. Bob and John called Uncle Ed by his last name which was Riley. Bob and John threw a party in honor of Eric’s new job. I wish I could tell you I took Eric’s virgin ass but that honor went to Mike. I was second in line but the first to seed Eric. Yeah I did it on purpose and blamed it on a defective condom. Or should I say a condom I made defective.
In appreciation of the work I did with his nephew Uncle Ed gave me the name of a guy that worked out in a gym on the far south side of the city. Bret actually lived in a suburb so when I said I was from out of town and needed to work out it wasn’t a lie. I paid my fee and I was in. Uncle Ed said Bret had something special set up for me so be patient. Unbeknownst to me Ed sent Bret a picture of me.
He was a foot taller than my 5′11″ so my face was even with his humongous flexed arm, an upper arm that appeared to be bigger than my head.
“Kiss it,” he said in a hoarse whisper.
We were alone in the last row of the locker room and I was all but naked and on my way to the shower. His shirt (saturated with sweat) had the sleeve pulled back over his deltoid and his hand rested on a mound of pec muscle that was perhaps proportionally larger than the rest of his physique. I had been hanging out in the gym for three hours (mostly watching him work out) and he was well into his workout when I got there so he was really pumped.
“Kiss it and lick it if you want,” he offered when I hesitated. “Your cock is tenting the towel saluting me so I know you want to,” he chuckled.
“What if somebody...” I looked toward the end of the aisle.
“Not gonna happen! But if it did, the guy would be in envy of you,” he nodded toward his huge arm. ”Do it!”
Just standing there his aura of sweat and musk was strong but as I leaned forward it became almost overwhelming. The hand that was holding the sleeve back palmed my head like a basketball and after the kiss my nose was shoved into his armpit. The flexed arm wrapped around my head and I started to flail which made my towel fall to my feet. When he released me I sat so the dizziness wouldn’t make me fall flat on my ass. He stripped off the shirt and let it fall in my lap with a splat. The shirt was saturated with hot sweat and I had the impression he was marking me with his bodily fluids.
“Uhhhhgggghhh,” I gasped as I lifted his T-shirt off my cock and up to my nose. “Damn,” I said. “Holy fuck, you are...” my brain froze and my ability to speak failed me.
“Massive?” he chuckled as he finished my sentence.” You ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” he said as he started to shove down his nylon workout shorts. His pubes were shaved to his tan line and soon the root of his semi-hard cock was exposed. To me his cock looked to be about two inches across or about six inches in diameter. As the shaft was revealed it seemed to go on forever but eight inches down a foreskin sheathed cockhead appeared. The foreskin was stretched tightly around the mushroom shaped cock head and I gasped when it tumbled out of the athletic supporter. “Time to shower,” he said. I looked up at his face dazzled and overwhelmed. The dude flexed his pecs, and then rolled his shoulders as if to work out some kinks. Then another pec flex and a beaming smile.
“Mgmph,” I mumbled. He knew exactly what he was doing to me and he obviously was enjoying it too. He rolled his neck and rubbed his traps with one hand over his chest. His forearm and upper arm bulged. “Fuck,” I said, having finally rebooted my brain. “You-you...you’re like nothing I’ve ever seen in any bodybuilding magazine!” He flexed both arms. “You look superhuman,” I mumbled under my breath. The guy was striated and ripped beyond belief. How can someone be so big and yet be totally ripped?
I eventually found myself on the shower room floor, naked. This wasn’t the locker room shower but the shower that the massage therapists had in their area which was now closed. He had washed my body and when I turned to return the favor he kissed me and lowered my back to the floor. Soon he was on top of me... kissing me and allowing me to worship his massive physique.
Then he rolled my knees to my shoulders as I watched his handsome face and touched his awesome body. He rubbed his erect cock against my ass wetting it with a combination of his abundant pre-cum and a tube of lube that was stashed on a high shelf or ledge. As he slowly slid his shaft back and forth and up and down my ass crack he kissed my neck and licked my nipples probably to distract me. Then his cock head would momentarily rest against my sphincter. He did this many times, getting me as well as himself ready for the ultimate plunge. He lifted his body into a push-up position with his forearms above my shoulders. His huge arms, shoulders, and pecs were so powerful I was in awe. I felt so privileged to be there, providing some kind of pleasure to this super man.
He positioned his hot lubed prick at my hole and he stayed there. He rotated his hips and shifted his weight positioning his mighty pole for penetration. His jaw dropped and he groaned as he pressed his cock inside. My sphincter yielded at first but then closed tightly around his cock head. I groaned and bit my lip in pain trying not to cry out. He whispered encouragement and reminders that helped me relax my tight grip on his tool.
Slowly he moved inside me with a tender yet powerful and controlled thrust. Our eyes locked and I silently pleaded with him because I couldn’t bear the pain any longer. He stopped his penetration and looked at me with a smile and a nod. He must have felt me relax because he resumed until he was balls deep inside me. Then he began to fuck me; slowly at first, then with more and more vigor until the sound of slapping skin echoed off the shower walls. The huge man moaned very loudly as the first ejaculation shot out and began to fill my empty hull. He leaned down on top of me and embraced me as he nipped at my neck and shoulders.
“Fuck,” he whispered in my ear as his cock began to fill me with his essence. His whole physique flexed as my hands explored every inch of his body. Again he buried his face in my neck kissing it and moaning unintelligible words between passionate thrusts during his long powerful orgasm. He kissed me on my lips as my hands ran up and down his back and ass worshiping every hardened mountainous muscle in my reach.
He released my legs and I knew this was the beginning of the end. Soon his cock would soften and we would be one no more. When it happened he stood and pulled me to my feet. My knees buckled and he held me to his chest.
“Wash me,” he said softly. “Wash me slowly and erotically.”
That was no challenge because Bret was Mr. Erotic in my eyes. I must have done a fine job because once again he lifted me and with my back against the tile wall he inserted his big shaft into me and fucked my ass royally.
I dressed quickly and silently trying to walk normally as I exited the gym. It was late so the parking lot was mostly empty. I sat in my car and called a friend who was on Maui to wish them a happy birthday. I started the car and was surprised by a tap on my window. Bret just wanted to tell me good night.
Oh, and we did end up exchanging business cards and phone numbers; including private phone numbers.
“I only went to one of Bob and John’s parties,” he said. “I’ll be at the next party if you’ll be there,” he promised.
That night after I picked up my wife at the airport, I fucked her royally until she had several orgasms. Saturday we fucked four times during the day and twice that night. There was a repeat performance on Sunday except I took her out to dinner and then to the airport. By the time I got home Bret was waiting for me on the deck in the back yard. I thought I was all fucked out until he wrapped his arms around me and led me to bed.
When I talked about scheduling a ski trip my wife wanted me to meet her in Vancouver. I thought it was time to cross one more item off my bucket list. There is a train up in Canada that goes from Toronto to Vancouver called the Snow Train. Being a train aficionado I have traveled on Amtrak’s City of New Orleans, The California Zephyr and The Empire Builder just to name a few. I have also traveled shorter routes and specialty trains that serve dinner or lunch and are back at the point of origin in a few hours.
After four days of intense exhausting skiing I was ready to spend the next week traveling across Canada sleeping, eating, and relaxing. The trip actually takes four days with sightseeing day and a hotel stay in Toronto and another in Vancouver where I would meet my wife. The train leaves at ten so I was shown to my Rail Sleeper Car long before departure time and I settled in with the book I was reading.
I asked the conductor how full the train was so I could plan my meals and he admitted that the passenger list was light but the return trip was sold out. In other words there were empty sleeper cars on the trip west. On a train I prefer an early supper so I can see the scenery as I eat and possibly watch the sunset in the dome car. Once darkness falls I read or sleep.
As the train pulled out of the station I stretched my sore muscles. Not only was I sore from skiing but I spent my Toronto tour day in the gym pumping up my physique. It had been too long since I worked out in the gym and my wife had a thing for pumped muscle. I had a two hour workout scheduled in the afternoon before I was to pick her up in Vancouver but the Toronto workout was unplanned.
It was going to be a light workout and a massage but it didn’t turn out that way. The massage therapist I was given didn’t have the strength to give me the type of massage I needed. I mentioned that the deep tissue massage didn’t go deep enough. They were booked until 3pm but the manager asked if I could stay or come back for a free half hour massage with one of the male therapists. I went to the weight room and was using light weights to stretch my muscles and as I warmed up I started adding more weight to stretch further. By three that afternoon I needed that massage. The guy was really good and I tipped him very well but the next day I was still feeling sore.
It was warm on the train so I changed my shirt and went to explore. I sat in the dining car for an early morning snack and then went up to the observation car. By the time I got back to my room it was like a sauna. There was a problem with the thermostat so they were moving everyone to the empty sleeper cars which had the deluxe accommodations. I didn’t mind at all!
While moving in I spotted a young Russian-looking stud, in his middle twenties and he reminded me of someone I had seen at one of Bob and John’s parties. I met Bob and John in a hotel lounge after dropping my wife off at Chicago’s O’Hare airport. One thing led to another and a whole new world opened to me.
My wife travels extensively and is actually the main source of our income. I have an internet business which brings in enough to cover our large mortgage but I also take care of the house and the clothes she wears for business. We have a system that rotates seasonal clothing so any given customer will not see her in the same outfit more than once a year. There are always bags packed with essentials but business attire and dresses are added just before going to the airport.
Anyway Bob and John have parties, all male sex parties. They mostly cater to bodybuilders and muscle studs but if you are rich or powerful enough they gladly accommodate. They also run a hook-up/ escort service for high paying customers who want to live out fantasies or have a muscle fetish of some kind. They don’t do S&M or slave stuff or any leather daddies. Those personalities are too demanding according to Bob.
Bob and John would set up something like this train ride where you accidentally meet up with a muscle stud like the blond I saw entering the last compartment on this train. If they had set this up I would know about it so I could plan the encounter. I didn’t care for a situation like this because there was no escape if the guy turned out to be weird. If things went bad in the city it would be a one night gig and a taxi ride home. On the other hand it could turn into a long term friendship like I had with Bob, John, Mike, and Bret.
I settled in and decided against crossing paths with the stud but as I sat there I started counting the days I had been celibate; two travel days, four ski days and three days before skiing. My cock hardened thinking about fucking that young Russian ass.
The next day I decided to wait until after sunset to eat supper and as I walked past his door it opened and he stepped out into the passageway blocking my path. He looked up surprised to see me. I couldn’t help but notice how his sweater bulged in all the right places. He was wearing a parka the last time I saw him which hid everything except his angular face and thickly muscled neck.
“Good evening. I saw you earlier and I didn’t know if we would meet. I’m on my way to the dining car,” he said. “I’m Yuri.” He didn’t sound Russian or even Canadian, he sounded like an American. I introduced myself.
“That’s where I was headed. We can share a table if you like… unless you are having dinner with someone,” I smiled. I already knew he wanted more than dinner and a good conversation. Even guys with no gaydar would eventually recognize his sexual interests. I think he would have skipped the food and went right to sex if I asked him.
Yuri really was born in Russia but he had gone to college in the northeast so he spoke excellent English. He could slip into a Boston, or Canadian accent or even a southern accent that was flawless. I began to wonder if he was a spy. He wasn’t, he was just a college graduate on his way to Vancouver to meet up with his parents who wanted to see America in three weeks or less. They were going to several big cities and stopping in six National Parks. They would fly home and he would begin his new job. There was a full moon and I mentioned how cold it looked outside just for conversation.
“In my country we have Vodka to warm a body when it is so cold,” he said with a Russian accent. “I have a bottle of the really good stuff in my room,” he said with his perfect American accent.
“Isn’t Vodka, Vodka,” I asked. “It all tastes kind of the same to me.”
“This Vodka isn’t for the commercial market,” he explained. “I don’t share this with many people not because it is that expensive but it is nearly impossible to get,” he said as he stood. We walked through the train and then he let me into his compartment. “This comes from Podlesnaya Tavla, which is a village about 330 miles southeast of Moscow,” he explained. He poured a lick of the spirits into a dish and carefully ignited it, smiling proudly as a flame leaped up like a blue imp. “If the liquor is less than 80 proof, it won’t burn. See that color? This Russian moonshine is about 95 proof. I pay the lady that makes it about ten times what her fellow villagers pay and then I have to get someone to ship it to me. That costs more than she charges for this bottle of Vodka.”
“Nazdarovya,” he said. I smiled and drank the glass of vodka mimicking what he did including the “Nazdarovya
“Russian vodka is never, ever drunk without a reason. Russians will only drink when there’s an occasion, though those occasions can sometimes be more legitimate than others. A wedding, a funeral, the birth of a child, a business deal sealed, a religious/national/local holiday, a successful harvest—these are all appropriate reasons to drink vodka,” he explained.
The liquor was really good, because it was not bitter and it didn’t burn my throat all the way down, indeed it left some kind of a sweet fragrance in my mouth. I felt the alcohol exploding like dynamite in my head and I had to sit.
“Man that is good,” I said. He was ready to drink his second and then he poured more for me.
“So… what are we celebrating?”
We both swallowed the second shot down and I savored the warmth inside me. Then I realized that Yuri was taking off his clothes.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Is other Russian solution... for cold,” he said reverting back to his native accent. I smiled and wasn’t surprised. He had a smooth hairless chest with huge defined muscles. He lowered his pants and as I expected he had an uncut penis. His blond pubic hair was trimmed to his bikini tan line. He got completely naked and offered to pour me more Vodka.
“No more for me,” I said. “So... is this the reason we’re drinking?” I asked as I adjusted my super hard erection. He looked at me and smiled.
“Russian vodka is never, ever drunk without a reason,” he said again as he lifted my shirt. I opened my belt and let my pants fall. Now that we were both naked and hard we began to kiss. The flower like fragrance of the vodka seemed to intensify as our tongues battled. He rubbed his awesome physique against my body and I actually felt a bit jealous that a guy so young could build muscles like that. “I need to suck your cock,” he whispered. I was on my back on the sofa and he came over me in the 69 position. Sucking his big uncut cock had me trembling inside and I was soon at the brink of cumming which was a bit unusual for me. I assumed it was the liquor. Before I could cum he backed off and began licking my pecs and my neck. Yuri was an expert at edging and he would move aside whenever I got close to an orgasm. Cock to cock frottage never affected me this way before. I was almost relieved when he stepped over to his bag to get some lube.
He straddled me and quickly slipped my leaking cock into his tight moist asshole. A wave of warmth washed over my whole body and the source was my cock deep in his ass.
“Oh yeah... Growd...” Yuri moaned. Was that grow or god?
I started to thrust up into him and he moaned his appreciation. The friction and our sweat seemed to create a cloud of pleasure smelling like the vodka itself. Fucking like that was doing something to me. It was as if I had spent three hours in the gym getting super pumped lifting heavy and then aggressively slamming my cock into a willing ass. I couldn’t take it any longer.
“I’m coming...” I yelled. His reply was instant.
“Shoot it in my ass! Cum... Fuck me hard and cum deep in my...” he gasped. He bent and kissed me. He was breathing Vodka fumes into my lungs. So with that muffled cry of lust I thought I was going to pass out and maybe I did because the next thing I knew his cock was pounding my ass. He growled and swore in Russian and then plowed me deep and deposited his cum in me.
We may have slept but how long I didn’t know. Yuri got a wet cloth and wiped us down. I grabbed my clothes and went to take a leak. I heard him talking to the porter. Yuri told the man to give him a minute to get in the shower and then he could come in and make up the bed. The bathroom filled with the sweet smell of the Vodka and Yuri shoved the wet towel filled with cum and Vodka under my nose and it was intoxicating.
The shower was short. The porter was gone when Yuri poked his head out of the bathroom. I pulled my clothes over my sweaty body for the short walk down the passageway. After a quick shower I stood naked in front of the mirror. I looked pumped.
All the way to Vancouver Yuri and I found a reason to have a Vodka toast. We finish almost two bottles of his special Vodka by the time the train pulled into the station. I lost count but we fucked at least a dozen times in three days. I stumbled down the passageway after the last fuck thirty minutes before the train pulled into the station. I showered and packed in record time.
Yuri introduced me to his parents who spoke a little English. I had lunch with his family in the hotel and then it was off to the gym before going to the airport to get my wife. I walked Yuri to their rental car where he handed me a fresh bottle of the bootleg Vodka. His father somehow had it shipped as legal Kubanskaya Russian Vodka. He had a receipt for the case of wax sealed bottles. Yuri let me know the bottle was filled with Vodka from Podlesnaya Tavla. We exchanged phone numbers but I never expected to see him again.
I had a killer workout and after I showered and pulled on a sweater I looked in the mirror at my sexy reflection. This was for my wife. I wanted her to have a soaking wet pussy just from kissing me as she exited the concourse. I wanted her all over me at the hotel. I wanted raw unbridled sex for the next five days and she exceeded all my goals and desires.
I flew back to Chicago needing a week of sleep. Bob and John met me at the airport to shuttle me and my luggage (and my wife’s spent luggage) home. The Vancouver trip was not only for sex. I brought my wife suitcases full of fresh clothes for the next leg of her long trip. Bob and John excitedly told me about their upcoming party and I yawned. Maybe in a week I would be interested in sex again.
I didn’t tell Bob and John about Yuri and The Canadian Snow Train. There would be too many questions about why I didn’t try to recruit him for a party. As I crawled into bed for much needed sleep I knew that I didn’t tell them about the encounter because I wanted Yuri exclusively for myself.
My wife came home for a couple weeks, which was not all that unusual. She skipped a short trip so she was home most of the month. I kept up my gym schedule and I fucked her like a rabbit on Viagra. I actually missed three of Bob and John’s party’s. As good as sex was she was ready to get back on the road. She loved her job! I didn’t mind because I was itching for some man sex. I kissed her goodbye and watched as her team walked down the concourse. My phone buzzed and I thought it was something she forgot but when I answered the voice was male.
“Yuri?” I said.
“My father has a case of Russian Vodka for my friend,” he said. “Hey dude want some help opening the box dude,” he said like a California surfer.
“I was just thinking about you,” I chuckled.
“I just landed in Chicago and I was wondering if we could get together.”
“What airline? What’s the flight number? I’ll meet you at baggage pickup.”
“I’m staying at the Hilton so why don’t we meet there?”
“Yuri just give them to me.” He did. He was surprised and he hugged me when I walked up.
“This is my friend Peter from Moscow,” he said with a sly smile. “He knows some English.”
“Peter Zhovetov this is my American friend…
To be continued…