by Caldon Mull
He did it two or three times real slow, with a jackhammer thrust snapping me apart at the top of his stroke. When suddenly I realized I was feeling something I never had before, a trembling starting in the toes, but everywhere all at once. “Jesus, what’s happening?” I grunted.
“You’re coming, baby” Michel panted and grabbed both my nipples, tweaking them, twisting “I can feel it in my cock, you’re gonna blow…” He worked my nipples, steady and hard, then licked my mouth and started to undulate his hips, pressing his fat fuck-pole into all sorts of different places inside me, while the trembling got worse and worse and harder and harder.
Finally he did two sledgehammer drives and I did blow.
I didn’t think I could come so hard and for so long, but by the time I had finished I really felt completely wiped out. Michel had stopped moving while I clung onto him moaning his name and fuck knows what else until I fell back, exhausted, cum splattered thick and white all over my abs and his dark skin, joining us with ropey spider webs. His fat cock twitched in my ass, and it was getting hotter.
“I’m close baby, real close.” he gasped, sweat running off his rapidly flushing face “Fuck me! You come like a bitch, take me all, you hot fuck! Your ass squeezed me right here, Oh…” his face twisted as he growled and then slammed three times more into me and pulled out suddenly, gripping his cock with his left hand and the side of my face with his right. I leaned forward and grabbed one of his meaty nipples in each hand and rolled them between my fingers. He was growling like a cougar as I worked them.
“Yeah, I like that. You always wanted to do that, yeah. C’mon baby, c’mon I dig it…” He panted like a bitch in heat “Oh, yeah…”
I watched as his thick muscles jumped and twitched and his balls slammed into the bottom of his cock as a thick steam of his cum landed on my gut and on my chest. His knuckles were white around his cock as it spat again, more of it hitting me in the face, salty and hot… then a third time over my six-pack. I licked at his juice as he collapsed forward shuddering, when his mouth met over mine and both his hands held my face while he worked my lips with his.
We rested on top of each other in the middle of the floor until our breathing slowed. When he rolled off, I rolled onto my side and sucked cum off his skin while he stroked my hair.
“You popped my cherry real good.” I muttered through the salty thickness in the back of my throat. I felt great! Better than great!
“Hell, yes!” Michel laughed. “Let me get my breath back, and you can return the favour.”
We tidied up. I broke another pack of beer from the spare icebox and we sat outside stark naked and talked about all sorts of shit. He’d lean over and touch me a lot, and I found myself doing the same back. When our skin stuck together with sweat, I’d just relax and leave it, rather than break away. I felt comfortable in a way I never did with anyone before.
“Hey Andy.” Michel said lazily “It’s getting late, and I must be getting back.” “Why’s that?”
“I always gotta get back during the week. It’s just one of those things.” He sighed.
“Hey, no problem.”
“I was thinking, though. Tomorrow we do the photo-shoot and I overnight here. What you think?”
“Hell, yes.”
“I’ll go put something on.” He walked through in his gym togs, reached down and kissed me slow. “Want me to pick you up?”
“No, I’ll meet you there.” I stretched happily “You want a shower before you go?”
“No.” He grinned “I want to smell you when I wake up.” He kissed me again, then stepped back and walked off to his pick-up.
I watched his tail lights move down the lane, sipped the last of the beer in my can and tried to think of something. I couldn’t. My body buzzed happily to me and my brain was free of any thoughts except what it could feel and hear. I hadn’t been this care-free in a long time. I switched off and closed up and went to bed. My ass started to ache as I lay down, I laughed to myself. It was something I could get used to.
It was hot when I woke up. I lay awhile in bed, playing with my morning woody, smelling Michel everywhere. I loaded a backpack, slipped into shorts and a jogger vest, had breakfast and a juice. I took a long run past the State Park and curved back to the gym by about noon. The place was pretty deserted; I guess most townies lie low in full summer heat. I hydrated some, then took a light workout on the mills and cycles.
The photographer arrived with the owner and Michel. She must have been into some form of gypsy chic with the scarves and jingling coins, but judging by her camera equipment she knew her job.
“Hi.” Michel sauntered over, grinning widely.
“Hey.” I smiled back.
“We’re nearly ready.” He leaned on the cycle machine, hand brushing mine. “I’ll go change.” I grinned at him.
“I’ll pump up for awhile and see you then.”
I walked over to the Lockers while Michel did a quick circuit, stripped and dived into the plunge pool. I soaked for about ten minutes, then headed for the showers. Michel joined me.
“They’re setting up the lights now.” He said, soaping himself.
“Right.” I enjoyed watching him. “I’ll dry off and go and have a look at the trim.”
“I’m there now.” He rinsed.
Standing in front of the Mirror, I looked carefully at my body. The trim had done wonders, clipped down to a thin sprinkling, my body looked hard and lean, dusted with my body hair. It gave added definition at this length, outlining my abdominals and my square chest. I slipped on the thong, felt it rub against the bottom of my spine. Michel stepped up to the mirror in his.
“Hmmm.” He ran his hand over my back. “Nice. Let me adjust the back.”
His hands slipped down to my ass, and he plucked the t-section of the thong, adjusted it in my crack. His thick knuckle pressed my man-hole. I groaned quietly.
“We have to watch out in the shoot, this string doesn’t hide your ass.” He murmured huskily
“Check mine?”
I turned and examined his bubble-butt. The thong crept between his powerful buttocks and disappeared between them. I spread his cheeks slightly to make sure it was secure, caught a glimpse of his dark swirl.
“You can’t see anything.”
“Good, one last thing.” He adjusted his basket “Face it down, on top of the sack. The dark emblem should be able to hide your head.”
I copied him, and we turned to the mirror. No matter what he said, I could see the rim of his helmet outlined in the shiny blue material. Mine too. His thick meat gave him an almost square front in the thong. Mine was more elongated.
“Hmm. They’re gonna see part of your shaft, no matter what.” He shrugged “Cool.” I smiled at him and pulled my hair forward, fringe reaching past my jaw. His nipples thickened as he watched. “Careful, you gonna ruin my reputation.” He whispered.
We walked out while the gypsy lady pointed, cigarette hanging out of her mouth. She ran us through a good number of poses before she was satisfied. She took a shot of each one, careful to have me three-quarters profile as soon as she saw how the thong sat on me.
“Great, just great boys.” She muttered as she clicked “Next pose.”
We tried all the stances, Michel with folded arms, the “V” between his pectorals deep as his muscles bunched. Dark nipples resting on top of his fore-arms. He more relaxed, leaning on his shoulder, left hand on top of my thigh, fingers stretched out next to my pouch. Half-turned, careful not to put our baskets in profile, hands on hips.
Gypsy-lady just clicked and clicked and murmured “Great.” to everything. The lights were hot; Michel and I were covered in a thin slick of sweat. Without looking down, I realized my thong had settled closer to my body with the dampness. I could clearly see the outline of Michel’s dick, his cobra-rim outlining ‘gym’ on the blue emblem. I tried not to think too hard about it. I could see his eyes dart at mine as well.
One of the shots actually had us fac
ing each other, staring into each other’s eyes, smiling. I could feel my pouch move as I looked into his grey eyes, grinning. Hands on hips, I imagined I could push my hips forward and sword-fight him with my tightening cock. Gypsy-lady got us to turn around before anything gave me away. I had to clench my butt and spread my laterals for the next shot. Just as well, I had time to think cool thoughts.
After an hour and a half, she seemed satisfied. “Done.” She muttered, chain-lighting another Marlboro. “You boys were fabulous.” Her coins jingled as she started packing away her equipment, “I’ll have the photo’s ready by Tuesday and I’ll give you a set of them each.”
We headed for the locker, as soon as I was out of sight of her, I hurried to the Mirror to check myself. The bright yellow spandex had darkened slightly and had moulded around my package. I could clearly see my cock and one of my balls bulge in the briefs. “Shit.” I muttered.
Michel stood behind me. “Looks real good.” He chuckled. The front of his briefs showed the thick round bulge of his head resting on his balls. The “G” of “gym” looked like it was stretched around his cock-head. The thick red print framed his meat perfectly.
“Hey, let’s throw on something and head home.” His index finger traced the bottom of my spine and slipped into the top part of my crack.
“Sure.” I said huskily.
In the car on the way home, I leaned with my elbow out of the window, and looked at him driving. The mesh- vest showed his lats bunching and stretching as he turned and changed the stick-shift. His thin shorts showed through the blue emblem as the sunlight rays slid over his lap. The front of his shorts bulged as he pushed a tent in them suddenly while driving down my lane.
“You’re staring.” He said thickly. His nipples pressed against his mesh vest, brown studs visible, urgent.
“I want to touch you.” I said simply. My own cock was pressing against the draw-sting hem of my shorts.
“Me too.” He turned and stared at me after he stopped and switched off the motor. I moved my handoff the back of the seat and stroked his neck. I pressed my thumb behind his ear and pulled him forward into a kiss. His eyes closed and his mouth opened immediately it met mine. Our tongues slid over each other.
“Take this inside, shall we.” I said some time later. “This thong is killing me.”
He laughed and we took our stuff out of the back of the pick-up. As we stepped up to the house, I noticed the outline of his hard cock in his shorts. I reached forward and ran my hand down the underside of it along the front of his shorts.
As soon as the door had closed behind us, his arms closed around me and he pressed me back against the wall and kissed me hard. There were two ‘thumps’ as our tog-bags hit the floor and we kissed and felt each other up. Our hard cocks were pressing into each other as we dry- humped.
I peeled the clothes off him, sucking and kissing his body and soon we were both naked. Stuck together at the mouth, I steered him into the bedroom, and lay him down. Sliding my lips over his body, I pulled my mouth around his wet cock and sucked. His hands grabbed at my hair and he moaned softly.
I sucked at his salty meat, tongue sliding between the dark head and the olive skin covering it. It flipped back, leaving an indigo strip of tight skin stretched behind his purple helmet.
“Oh, yeah, good…” Michel moaned.
“Hmmm.” I could feel my jaw stretching. It was going to ache. I gripped my fist around his base and rammed my mouth onto his shaft until I felt my lips meet my fingers.
“Wait… I’m cuh… coming.” Michel’s body rocked “Not yet, please Andy…” I pulled back, cheeks slick with spit and pre-cum. I had never heard of anyone who leaked so much. I loved it.
“Ok, baby.” I grinned “Let’s just rest a bit.”
“This is gonna be special.” Michel panted “I want it to last.”
“Fine, baby.” I murmured, licking his throat. “Lots of time.”
He groaned as my tongue flicked at his thick neck, rubbing the tip against his Adam’s apple, and down to the triangle of thin skin between his neck and collar-bone. I realized that Michel loved his neck being played with almost as much as his nipples. I sucked on them next, while his body shuddered, nipped them.
“Man, I’m glad I found you.” He muttered, sharply drawing in his breath.
“Yeah, me too.” I groaned as I nipped and licked his body. “How did you find that ad anyway?”
“Well,” Michel chuckled “Once I decided to pop my cherry with a guy, it was just a case of finding the best one for it.”
“Oh?” I ran my tongue down the ridge of muscle above his hip, interested.
“I work with all the Mill guys, and none of them were going to fit.” He shuddered and thrust his hips to push against my tongue. “I mean, a lot of them would plug me if I asked, and they got good bodies.” He moaned “But they weren’t the type who could be my buddy and hold me afterwards. It would just be a fuck- thing.”
“Hmmm.” I flicked my tongue in his navel, lapped at the sweat there. Wanting him to go on.
“I wanted something more, I mean,” He grabbed at my nipple, rolled it idly watching it intently “If guys turn me on, I wanted a friend to walk this through with me, know what I mean?”
“Yeah, I do.” I moved up and licked his six-pack. There was a milky bead on the top of his nipple. I folded my lips around it, sucked it slowly. He groaned loudly.
“So I saw you at the gym and decided you looked good for it.” His hips bucked as I felt a dribble of milk shoot into my mouth. I grunted, my cock throbbed against his thigh.
“I was wondering if I should try and feel you up in the shower or something, then you put up the ad.” He panted, squeezed his other dark tit. A white bead gathered at the top of that one, too. I was fascinated, sucked it hard. It squirted against the back of my throat as well. I moaned around his flesh, rubbed it between my teeth. His body bucked, he shrieked. “Oh! Baby…”
“Then?” I prompted
“Ahh… ahhh…” Michel squirmed under my lips “I thought about sex with you a lot, I jacked off in the sauna while you were changing for work, Oh…” I squeezed his dark areola, pumped it with my fingertips, while his thick nipple beaded slickly with his milk. “…just wondering how I was gonna ask you.”
“Pity you wasted all that juice,” I grinned, panting, my hand running down to tug at the thin dark hair at the base of his throbbing cock “I should have seen it, but I’m dumb that way.”
“Ahh… I kinda figured that, baby…” Michel grunted “My ass is screaming at me, C’mon… Please?”
“Soon…” I smirked, my cock bouncing on his leg. I slipped my whole mouth over his fat, swollen nipple, pressed the flesh around it, sucked steadily. Another sliver of milk ran down the back of my tongue, I moaned and kneaded the beautiful little bud. He was going to be so tender tomorrow. I released it and moved up to kiss him, my milky breath had him sucking at my tongue desperately, his body undulating slowly under my roving hands. I ran my teeth down the side of his windpipe and licked at the salty pool at the base of his throat. His eyes closed, the pulse thudding under my lips. I was ready for him, aching…
I scooped my hand under him and slowly turned him over, pressing the small of his back. His thick muscle bunched and stretched as he turned over. I placed a pillow under his hips, and spread his hard butt with my hands. I opened my mouth and pressed it against his hole, tongue spearing forward. He wailed and gripped my hand tightly with his. I slipped one of my fingers past my tongue and probed his hot fuck-hole. I pressed down and fingered the hot little bud in his ass. His hips jerked and his cock flailed and twitched. I reached under him and smoothed it against the pillow, so I could suck his sack and his head from here.
The hard, fat shaft ended just below my throat, purple skin stretched thin below the knobs on his cock. His cock-eye oozed thin, clear liquid, I sucked at it like I had sucked his nipple. Michel moaned constantly, my grunts and moans mingling with his. It sounded like a fa
rmyard.
Soon I leaned up and pressed my cock against my finger. His slick ass opened as he clenched and pressed, a dark gap sucked at my tip. I pressed downward, straight to where I had felt his g- spot, my head slid forward, rim bouncing past the thin rind on the top of his ass-hole. His meaty cheeks trembled as I thrust. I leaned forward and pulled him up, an arm around his hips. His cock thumped against my fore-arm. The left hand I slid onto his chest and plucked at a brown nipple. I pressed my mouth against the back of his neck and licked along the thick vein thudding there. I pushed forward, feeling the knobs on the underside of my cock-head connect with his bud, slide past.
Michel panted and groaned. I clenched backward, reversing thrust, same result. I grinned against the skin of his neck. His hand slid around, cupped my butt and pushed forward. The rim of ass-skin around my cock shaft stretched and contracted slowly as I watched. His body started to tremble everywhere. I knew where he was going to from my own experience last night. Michel grunted with each stroke.
“C’mon…” I muttered “Let’s try something…” I prompted, pulling away. My cock bounced against my abs with a wet ‘thwack’.
“Don’t leave me hanging, please Andy…” Michel moaned “C’mon, please…”
I flipped him over onto his back, head hanging over the side of the bed. His skin was slick and flushed with sweat, everything was hard and sticky. His dark lips looked wet and hot, and I stuck my fingers into his mouth while I arranged him. He sucked them eagerly.
I lifted his legs and spread them. His cock throbbed and pooled cum on his belly. I slid my hand over it, leaving a slime trial against my palm. I propped the wet pillow under his hips until I could reach his ass easily and pressed forward again until my cock was buried deep inside him. I pressed my furry abdomen against the underside of his fat fuck-pole and leaned forward, resting on my arms. His legs snapped around my hips and pulled me hard against him, squashing his balls against my pubic bone. The flat, corded muscle there bounced his balls around as I angled my hips and thrust.