by D. J. Heart
“Kyle? I asked you a question, dude. This do it for you?” Cade stepped forward, right up to the side of the machine. Even standing on the belt, the jock had several inches on him.
“Sorry,” Kyle stammered, wondering why Cade was talking to him. Usually when straight guys caught him staring they either ignored him or beat the crap out of him. This was new territory.
“Why the fuck are you sorry, dude? I don’t mind you looking. I like it.”
Kyle just stared at him, mouth gaping. Cade was smiling, teeth white and straight, face and body looking like something that had escaped an Abercrombie and Fitch catalogue. The look in his eyes was pure heat.
“Can I help you with something?” he asked, not quite sure how to talk to the muscular stud. People like Cade didn’t talk to people like Kyle. Even if he were gay, Cade was so far out of his league it wasn’t even funny.
Cade gave him a queer look, still smiling. He stepped back, throwing a towel around his neck and holding on to the two ends, biceps bulging.
“I need a spotter. Figured you could help.” He turned to leave. Kyle stared after him, feeling confused. Cade stopped, looking over his shoulder when Kyle didn’t follow. “You coming?” He sounded curious, like he was surprised by the lack of instant and unflinching obedience.
Kyle stepped off the treadmill with shaky legs and followed.
It was bizarre. Kyle stood behind Cade and the weight lifting bench, awkwardly holding onto the bar with sweaty fingers, knowing there was nothing he could do if Cade lost control of the weights. Cade ignored him, doing his sets, grunting and counting out his reps while his arms and chest made their best effort to burst out of his tight shirt. Kyle felt useless, and when he looked up, he noticed that he was getting more than a few bemused looks. He blushed, looking down at Cade.
It wasn’t better. Cade was sweating up a storm, a look of fierce concentration on his face as he forced the bar up and down over his chest. He looked hot as fuck, and Kyle wondered what Cade wanted with him.
“Thanks, dude. Your turn,” Cade grunted, lifting off the bench and coming to stand next to Kyle. Once again he stood too close, but this time he grabbed Kyle by the shoulders and pushed him down on the bench, manhandling his leg over to the other side and pushing his chest down. Kyle was confused, the rough handling turning him on as much as it bewildered him. Cade stepped into place behind the machine, unloading the weights attached to the bar.
“We’ll start you off with just the bar, then add some weight if that’s too easy. Okay? Grab the bar, I’ll spot you.”
Kyle tentatively reached up and grabbed the bar. Cade lifted it off the supports and let him take the weight. It was heavier than he expected, but not so heavy that he couldn’t bring it down to his chest and push it back up.
“That’s good, dude. Nine more.” Cade’s voice was patient and encouraging. He spread his legs wider and stepped forward. Kyle nearly choked, the muscular stud’s ample package now positioned just inches above his face. He could fucking smell it, musky and intense, the huge cock and balls pushing against the constraints of Cade’s compression shorts. Kyle’s cock was rock hard, and he thanked God that he’d worn a tight jock under his shorts.
When Kyle didn’t make a move to lower the bar again, too caught up in the magnificence of Cade’s bulge, Cade took matters into his own hands. He tightened his hold on the bar and started pushing it down, bending at the knees and sinking down with it. Kyle gulped, watching as Cade’s crotch came closer and closer to his face, almost bolting off the bench when the damp material of Cade’s bulge collided with his chin. He could feel Cade’s balls through the material of his shorts, big and round, clearly visible through the tight material.
Cade went down even further, the only thing separating his sweaty taint from Kyle’s nose was a thin layer of damp spandex. Cade lifted up almost right away, taking the bar with him.
“Sorry about that, dude. I don’t spot that often.” He laughed, spreading his legs wider. Impossibly, with his legs spread, the bulge was even closer, and this time when he lowered himself and the bar - not even pretending to have Kyle lift it - his balls connected that much sooner. Cade lowered himself further, practically sitting on Kyle’s face, grinding his ass down and smothering him. He stayed down for a couple of seconds, resting his sweaty, muscular ass on Kyle’s mouth and nose, unconcerned by the fact that more than a few people were looking at them. Kyle breathed him in, not quite daring to stick out his tongue and lick away at Cade’s sweaty ass the way he really wanted.
“I’m not sure that lifting is your thing, dude,” Cade said, stepping away and putting the bar back on the supports. He held out a big hand. Kyle took it without thinking, and Cade pulled him up off the bench. “You want to come over to my place? I’ve got some moves I’d think you’d like. You walk here, right?”
Kyle just nodded, not sure what he was agreeing to or how Cade knew that he walked to the gym. Cade clapped him on the back, hand cupping his neck as he steered him toward the changing room.
“I’ll wait while you shower,” Cade said, pulling a pair of jeans up over his compression shorts and exchanging his sneakers for a pair of scuffed biker boots. Kyle obeyed the implied command and took a quick shower, standing in the corner and hiding his erection while he quickly soaped up and rinsed off. He dried off quickly, changing into the slacks and shirt he’d worn home from work. Cade stood by and watched, making him feel self-conscious, pulling on a leather jacket and gloves before swinging his bag over his shoulder.
“Come on, we’ll take my bike. I’ve got an extra helmet you can borrow.”
Kyle just nodded, the idea of saying no or asking questions not even entering his mind. Cade grinned, grabbing his bulge with his gloved fist, looking pleased with Kyle’s reaction. They stepped out of the gym.
***
Kyle felt dazed. Cade grabbed his wrists and pulled him forward so that his chest was pressed flush against the muscular man’s wide back. Cade kicked the bike into gear, taking off down the street with a roar. Kyle hugged the muscular stud’s waist tight in surprise, blushing when he realized what he was doing, but still too nervous to let go even a little. The helmet on his head felt weird, but racing down the road he was glad to be wearing it.
When Cade finally pulled to a stop, Kyle slipped off the bike on unsteady legs. Cade pulled off his helmet, then helped Kyle with his. He looked amused, like Kyle was being cute.
“That your first time on a bike, boy?” Cade asked, clapping a big gloved hand down on Kyle’s neck and pulling him into his side. He was warm, reeking of man, sweat and leather, and his arm over Kyle’s shoulders was heavy and controlling. Kyle flushed, nodding his head as Cade led him into the house.
The house was a mess. Clothes were strewn everywhere; empty bottles of beer and pop cluttering up the coffee table and windowsill. Kyle was a little disgusted, the space like something out of a frat house, but he didn’t say anything.
“I know. I’m a pig.” Cade laughed, pulling off his gloves and unzipping his leather jacket. “Let’s sit on the couch.”
Kyle followed him across the room, feeling shaky and excited, nearly tripping on a pair of boxing gloves. He caught himself before he fell, righting himself awkwardly on the back of the couch as Cade chuckled.
When he went to sit next to Cade on the couch, feeling excited and breathing heavily, Cade stopped him with a big hand splayed wide over his chest.
“Why don’t you sit here,” Cade said, fisting his hand in Kyle’s shirt and pulling him to his knees between his legs. Kyle could hardly believe it, the submissive position making him feel small and vulnerable in the best way. Cade reached out and ruffled Kyle’s hair, like he was a kid or a puppy, then leaned back with a smirk. He looked down at his bulge, then at Kyle, raising his eyebrow teasingly. “Well, Kyle. Show me what you can do.”
Cade put his arms behind his head and sank down to the edge of his seat, his bulge huge and right there. Frozen, Kyle’s heart raced as his palms st
arted sweating. What did Cade expect from him?
“What are you waiting for, Kyle? My cock isn’t going to suck itself.” Cade laughed at his own joke, bringing his hand down from behind his neck and pulling Kyle’s head down to his crotch. Kyle went willingly. Cade’s big hand pushed him into the bulge in his jeans, dragging his nose along the outline of his cock. He couldn’t believe he was really there, about to have sex with Cade Forrest. It had to be a dream, except Cade’s hand in his hair was too painful for that to be the case.
He loved it.
“You like that, Kyle? Like sniffing my big bulge? Get in there!” Cade pushed him down, grinding his face into his jean clad cock and balls. Kyle placed his hands on Cade’s muscular thighs, holding on as he sniffed and burrowed into the bodybuilder’s mound.
“Yeah, that’s it. Show me what a slut you are for cock, Kyle. Show me how bad you want my dick in your little ass!”
Cade kept at it for a few minutes, pushing his face down and grinding it into his lap before he pushed him away with another cocky laugh. “That’s good, but I want your throat.” He undid the zipper on his jeans, pushing down his compression shorts and pulling out his cock. It was rank, the smell of sweat and musk even more overpowering than it had been through the denim of his jeans.
“Lick my balls a little,” Cade ordered, grabbing him by the hair and pushing him down toward the base of his cock. Kyle opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue to lap at the sweaty orbs. The taste was almost as good as the smell, salty and hot, and Kyle moaned as he took one large testicle into his mouth.
“Fuck yeah, suck my nut,” Cade growled, tightening the fist in his hair and giving his head an aggressive little shake. Kyle sucked the egg sized orb, working it with his tongue before spitting it out to give the other the same treatment. Cade groaned and moaned his appreciation, pushing Kyle down toward his taint. Kyle had barely gotten a few licks in, the strip of musky flesh hard to reach with Cade’s legs still encased in tight jeans before Cade pushed him away and rose to his feet. For a moment, Kyle was terrified. Cade loomed over him like a demon, huge and scary, but the fear passed when he saw that Cade was grinning like a loon.
“Want that throat, babe,” Cade said, grabbing him under the arms and lifting him into the air as though he weighed nothing, dropping him on the couch with his head hanging off the edge. It took Kyle a confused second to realize that he was at the perfect angle for sucking cock.
“Gonna fuck your skull,” Cade growled.
Or that.
Cade grabbed his cock, pumping the ten-inch shaft in his meaty fist, before aiming the glistening head at Kyle’s mouth. He traced Kyle’s lips with the slit on the tip of his cock, leaving a wet trail of pre-cum in his wake. Kyle parted his lips wide, eager to have the impressive member in his mouth, not sure he’d be able to take even half.
“I want to fuck your throat, Kyle. If that’s not your thing, this is where you back out.” Cade’s voice was playful, but the hands grabbing his wrists and holding them down in one strong grip over his stomach were anything but.
“I want it,” Kyle said, Cade’s cock filling his vision, framed by his meaty thighs and muscular abs. It was a fucking beautiful sight, and Kyle wouldn’t walk away for anything.
“Yeah, dude. That’s what I like to hear. I knew you’d be perfect... a good little slut for my cock.”
Cade reached down with his free hand, grabbing Kyle by the jaw and holding him in place as he pushed his big cock into Kyle’s mouth. The head alone was huge, already making him feel like he was about to choke.
Then Cade started pushing deeper, and Kyle did choke. He gagged, pulling at his wrists and getting nowhere. Cade ignored his troubles, pinning him down and pushing deeper and deeper into his throat.
“I fucking own this, babe. I own it!” Cade growled, short little jabs stabbing his cock into Kyle’s tight throat, pushing inside and forcing Kyle to take it. Kyle couldn’t breathe, and when he felt Cade’s huge nuts come to rest over his eyes, he could hardly believe it. Cade had fit his entire ten-inch shaft down his throat.
“Look at that, bitch. I can fucking see my meat in your throat. Your throat is bulging with my cock!” Cade grabbed his throat, squeezing down on his Adam’s apple. It was uncomfortable, but Cade clearly enjoyed the feeling because he started massaging Kyle’s throat, working his cock from the outside.
“You ready to be fucked in the throat, boy?” Cade asked, grabbing Kyle’s wrists in each of his hands and pinning them to his side. He leaned over Kyle’s body, still impaling him on his cock. Not able to answer or even nod his head, Kyle knew that the question was rhetorical. Cade pulled out of his throat just enough for Kyle to draw a tremulous breath before slamming back in, hips crashing into his face, balls slapping his eyes almost painfully.
“Fuck yeah!” Cade growled, pulling out and slamming back in. Clenching Kyle’s wrists tight, he set up a punishing rhythm, hips jackhammering his shaft in and out of Kyle’s throat.
“I’m going to come!” Cade’s voice was breathless and loud, Kyle barely registering the words, his world narrowed down to the cock treating his mouth like a used up old toy.
Cade pushed in all the way, head resting on Kyle’s thighs as his whole body shuddered. His load bypassed Kyle’s mouth entirely, going straight into his gut. Not able to breathe, Kyle waited until Cade had finished shooting, almost blacking out before the big stud pulled out.
Finished coming, Cade wiped off his cock on an old t-shirt before dropping it back on the floor. He once again grabbed Kyle under the arms, but this time he positioned him on the couch.
“You want a beer?” he asked, heading over to the kitchen, cock still hanging out of his pants. “You were awesome, by the way.”
“Uh, yeah. A beer would be nice.” Kyle’s voice was hoarse, as though he’d just been throat fucked by a ten-inch cock. Which he had.
“Here you go.” Cade tossed him a can, laughing when he fumbled to catch it. The muscular stud, still wearing his leather jacket, sat down next to him and draped a heavy arm over his shoulder, pulling him in close. “Let me give you a hand with that,” he said, pointing down at the bulge in Kyle’s pants. Without waiting for a reply, Cade reached down and palmed Kyle’s crotch, fingers finding the outline of his cock and curling around it.
“I’m not as… big as you,” Kyle warned him, feeling embarrassed about his own average six inches.
“I know that, babe. I’ve seen you in the shower at the gym. I like what you’ve got.” With that, he pulled down the zipper on Kyle’s slacks, pulling his cock out of his briefs. The feel of Cade’s rough, callused palm wrapping around his erection was electric and intense. Cade started jerking him off, his dry grip. It was rough and almost painfully abrasive. His cock looked so much smaller in Cade’s fist than it did in his own, the tight warmth of the huge hand more than making up for how dry it was. Within seconds, he was coming like a teenager. Cade laughed into his ear, breath hot, lips almost brushing his skin.
“We need to work on your stamina, babe,” the big hunk said, wiping his come soaked palm off on Kyle’s cheek, pushing his fat fingers into his mouth to be licked clean. It was so filthy, Cade’s casual dominance as natural as breathing. Kyle found it insanely hot.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, humiliated that he hadn’t lasted longer.
“Hey, it’s not a problem for me. I just think you’d enjoy it more if you could last more than ten seconds. Don’t worry about it, I’m sure you’ll do better next time.”
With that Cade took a long sip of his beer, throat moving as he swallowed. Kyle wanted to lick his way up the big stud’s wide jaw, but he was too scared to do it. Cade smirked at him, as though he knew exactly what he was thinking.
“I didn’t think you knew who I was,” Kyle blurted out after a few minutes of sipping their beers in silence. Cade’s arm was still draped over his shoulder, neither one of them having tucked their cocks back into their pants. Cade turned to look down at him, a smirk pulling at his
lip.
“I’ve known who you were ever since I caught you sniffing my jock in the locker room when we were in tenth grade. Man, I wish I hadn’t been such a closet case back then. It made me so fucking hard, seeing you standing there huffing my jock like you were trying to get high…” Cade laughed, curling his arm so that Kyle was pulled closer to his body, then down to his chest.
Kyle was mortified. He couldn’t even remember why he’d been in the locker room, just how relieved he’d been that he hadn’t been caught during his moment of stupid weakness.
“I’m sorry-” he started to apologize, voice muffled by Cade’s chest, but Cade interrupted him.
“I was so fucking hard, Kyle. I had to cut out of practice early and jerk off in my car.”