My name is Jake. I’m about 5′ 10″ and fairly skinny. I like to stay in shape by running, but have never been into weight lifting or building muscle. That said, I like to think that I’m not scrawny and am fairly easy on the eyes.
I should also say that I am one of those people who doesn’t believe that anyone is completely straight or completely gay, but if you asked me which I was I would certainly tell you straight. Throughout college, I hooked up with plenty of girls and had sex with a handful of them, though I rarely dated anyone long term. I never hooked up with any guys, though I got along well with my gay friends. I would occasionally go to parties with them and even dance with them, but the male body just never excited me the way the female body did.
This is the story of when that changed.
I was 22 when I graduated college and took a job in a new city. I was super excited about my job, but also very nervous because I didn’t know anyone there.
A few days after graduation found me on an airplane with a backpack and two suitcases of all my worldly possessions. As they were waiting for one late passenger, I was sitting in my window seat catching up on some pleasure reading.
A commotion at the front of the plane caused me to look up. The late passenger had clearly just boarded, panting and joking with the flight attendant.
At first, I could only see his head over the seats in front of me. He had a rich mocha skin tone, but I couldn’t quite place his ethnicity. I would discover later that it was Dominican. His head was shaved, though he had stubble across his face. He had dark brown eyes that seemed to be perpetually happy. His broad smile was both genuine and infectious. I found myself taking note of his full lips.
As he came closer looking for his seat, his shoulders came into view. They were broad and strong. His plain green t-shirt strained a little bit to contain his pecs. His entire chest seemed to taper down to his waist. He was very toned, but his muscles didn’t bulge in an obscene way.
He walked with an air of casual confidence. Ignoring the angry glares he got for holding up take off, he just seemed happy to be where he was.
It wasn’t till he stopped in the aisle next to me that I realized that I was staring. I was staring at a man. And he was making my heart beat faster!
He glanced down from the seat number, and looked straight into my eyes. I felt the heat rise in my face and I drove my eyes back to my book as fast as I could. I’m sure he would have given me a friendly greeting and struck up a conversation, but I was determined to ignore the man that was having such a new and profound effect on me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him heft his carryon into the overhead bin and sidle over to the seat directly next to me!
Oh god, he was so close to me. I could see his muscular thighs through his athletic pants. I could smell his sweat. It smelled somehow both sweet and salty, and it was not unpleasant. Quite the contrary, I thought I had never smelled anything so pleasant.
As he picked up the in-flight magazine to leaf through, I couldn’t help but notice his hands. They were large and smooth, strong and elegant. He had neatly kept nails and wore a ring with what looked like a celtic knot on his index finger. I thought about what those hands would feel like running across my chest.
I quickly shook my head and looked once more at the book in front of me. I tried and tried to read what was in front of me, but the letters just seemed like random shapes to me. My head was swirling with this fine specimen of manhood that was just inches away from me.
The pilot came on the intercom to tell us about the weather conditions at our destination and asked us to enjoy our two hour and forty minute flight. How in the world was I going to make it two hours and forty minutes like this? I was totally frozen and unable to function.
The time ticked by as we took off and started to climb. He continued to flick through the magazine, stopping every once in a while to read an article. I was aware of every movement he made and every time he shifted in his seat. Meanwhile, I could feel my butt start to itch and my legs getting sore, but I was afraid to move and attract his attention. At one point, he raised his elbow to the armrest and bumped my elbow. The feel of his skin making contact with mine sent a jolt through me and I quickly pulled my elbow off the rest.
After what couldn’t have been more than twenty minutes, but what felt like several hours to me, he put away his magazine, took out his iPod and settled back in his seat to enjoy the music. I hazarded a glance at his face. His eyes were closed, but his eye lids moved ever so slightly in time to the music. His lips were curved into a smile. Those full beautiful lips…
Back to the book. I continued my willful ignorance of the body next to me, and stared at the pages without comprehending anything on them. Time continued to drag by. It became easier to ignore him now that he wasn’t moving. He must have fallen asleep. I began to calm down a tiny bit.
My heart rate had almost returned to normal, when I allowed myself to glance over at his lap. I couldn’t help but gasp. Along his pant leg was the unmistakable outline of his erect penis! That thick lump emerged from the loose pant material at his crotch and proceeded a third of the way down his thigh and end in a little bulb under the shiny material of his athletic pants.
My mind was in turmoil. It was easy for me to accept that guys can be attractive. I was sort of proud of the fact that I was able to engage in debates with girls about who the most attractive male celebrities are. And while it was weird for me to get worked up over the man next to me, it was one thing to like his face and chest, it was another to thing to like his penis. But I did like his penis. I couldn’t look away. My heart skipped a beat when I saw it twitch. I wanted to know what it felt like. I wanted to touch it.
A split second after I realized my hand was moving towards that hard cock, I diverted it up to scratch my head. I took a deep breath and turned my head out the window. I needed to keep that captivating member out of my field of view. I needed to somehow forget the fact that the most interesting thing in the world was within my reach.
Keeping my view out the window, I tried countless ways of distracting myself. I tried to remember the names of all the types of clouds out the window. I tried thinking about the new job that I would be starting in a few days. I pretended that it was a fat hairy man sitting next to me, instead of the god that was actually there. This went on and on and it was with a huge sigh of relief that I finally saw the ground rise up and become larger as we neared our destination.
I was congratulating myself for keeping it together for the entire flight, when I heard a sweet tenor voice next to me say, “So, business or pleasure?”
I spun my head around and again found myself pierced by the gaze of those deep dark eyes. The face was smiling with me, and I noted with gratitude that the erection had disappeared back into the loose fabric of his pants. The word “pleasure” echoed in my head as I took in his broad chest and warm smile.
Thankfully, my social auto-pilot did not fail me. “Actually, I’m moving. I just graduated from college and I’m starting a new job.”
“Oh sweet. What’d you study?”
“Art history.” I tried to give my response an air of finality, because I wasn’t sure how long I’d be able to maintain eye contact with those beautiful eyes.
“Awesome. I took a few art history classes and really liked ‘em. All the memorizing for tests was a little much for me though. Does your job relate to art history?”
“It does, actually. I’m going to be helping out at the art museum.”
“Oh I totally love that place. I like to go in on quite afternoons. The collection is really nice.” He paused and smiled warmly at me. I hoped that he couldn’t tell how flushed I actually was. “I’m Michael,” he said, holding out his hand. That beautiful strong hand with the Celtic ring.
“Jake,” I replied taking his hand. His skin felt so good against my palm. So warm and firm. I didn’t really want to let it go, but too soon he broke the hand shake.
“Good to meet you.”
It seemed weird to me that he was talking with so much ease when my heart was in my throat just looking at him. All I could think about was how good it would feel to wrap my arms around is waist and nestle my head against his neck.
I smiled meekly and turned away. The plane was landing and I thought I could get away with pretending to be interested in the airport. But he was not done. “Do you have family in the area?”
“No. I don’t really know anyone in town. I guess I’ll have to make friends at the museum.”
“You don’t know anyone! Man, it’s never good to start life in a new place without a friend. Here.” He reached out and tore a corner from the magazine he had been reading earlier. He scribbled some digits on it and handed it to me. “Feel free to give me a call if you need some weekend entertainment. I’ve got a group of friends I often go out with on the weekends, and I’m sure they’d be more than happy to introduce you to the city.”
“Oh, no that’s okay.” I was a bit flustered by this man offering me his phone number.
“Oh, come on. You’ll be glad.” He grabbed my hand and stuffed the piece of paper into it. Again, I wanted his touch to continue, but again, it was too brief.
He started telling me about all the things they liked to do on the weekends as we taxied into the gate. I was happy to not say anything and just look at his beautiful face.
When everyone started getting off the plane, I told him that my carryon was in an overhead bin behind me so I had to wait.
“Well it was great talking with you. Good luck with the new job.” He smiled warmly and walked on.
When he was out of sight, I let myself catch my breath and went back to get my bag.
What had just happened? This man, this gorgeous man, the only man to ever get me sexually excited, had just given me his phone number. I sort of felt like I was in a weird dream alternate reality. I had a vague sense that everything around me was somehow not real.
Later, as I was waiting for my luggage, I felt a tap on my shoulder.
“Hey, Jake. I wanted make sure you knew I wasn’t kidding about you calling me. We’d love to have a newcomer to the group.”
I whipped my head around to catch that luscious smile once more as he gave me a friendly wave and then turned to walk on.
My god, his bubble butt was the perfect compliment to his muscular legs. So firm and round as it bounced slightly as he walked. I had a momentary vision of sticking my face between those two perfect mounds, imagining the musky warm joy that they must contain.
In the taxi to my hotel, my mind kept alternating between these kinds of lovely fantasies and uncomfortable shock that I was actually entertaining these thoughts. I had never had these kinds of reactions to a male body, but why should I reject them?
But oh, what to do with his phone number? In some ways I wanted to call him so badly, to invite him over for a romantic dinner and confess how incredibly beautiful I thought he was. But how could he possibly respond to that kind of openness. The invitation had clearly been to get together with him and his friends. I had no reason to believe that he was actually gay. I felt like I had detected some homosexual affectation in his voice, but I was equally certain that I could just be imagining it.
Either way, I couldn’t imagine how things could go. Either he was straight and wanted to just hang out, in which case I certainly wouldn’t be able to handle being around him given how I felt about him and his wonderful body, or he was gay, in which case I would be totally at a loss of how to approach him. I had no experience in this whole gay thing. And even worse, what if he was gay and didn’t feel the same way about me. I certainly couldn’t understand what a gay guy would see in me. No, the safest thing to do was just to throw his number away and not deal with the horrendous uncertainty.
That night I masturbated furiously, thinking about Michael’s wonderful body. That long thick cock that I had seen jump in his pants. I imagined holding it in my hands, feeling the weight and strength of it, slowly stroking him off. I imagined having my own cock pressed up against his as I leaned over his smooth muscular chest, kissing those beautiful full lips and reaching around to knead that fine ass of his.
As I lay recovering from my shuddering orgasm that seemed to go on for minutes, I decided that it might be best if I put his phone number someplace safe. Just in case…
The next couple of weeks I managed to keep Michael more or less in the back of my mind. I had enough to keep me busy with finding a reasonable studio apartment, and a used car that was still drivable. I started my job which was certainly interesting, but none of my coworkers really seemed like people I wanted to hang out with after work hours.
It was the Friday of the third weekend after starting my job, when the creeping loneliness made my mind go back to that phone number I had stashed away in the back of one of my drawers. I really needed to get out of my apartment and have some fun. I just couldn’t keep going through the cycle of eating by myself and watching TV in the evenings.
The intense sexual fantasies I had had the first few nights after meeting him had faded a bit in my mind, and what stood out more was his friendly smile and his warm invitation to get together in the city. I wasn’t sure how I would be able to handle being around him again, but I knew that I needed to make some effort to get out of the house.
As soon as I made up my mind, I quickly dug his number out and dialed it before I lost my nerve. But as the phone started ringing, I felt my heart begin to beat faster.
“Hello?” a rich soothing voice sounded in my ear. A severe lump suddenly appeared in my throat. “Hello?” the voice repeated.
“H- hi,” I managed to choke out. “Mike- Michael? … It’s Jake.”
There was a pause on the other end of the line. How could I be so stupid? Of course he wasn’t going to remember some stupid little conversation from an airplane trip from almost a month ago.
“You know… from the airplane?”
“Oh! Jake! Of course!” he exclaimed with a warm friendly laugh. The lump in my throat began to relax. “Oh, I’m so glad you called. I was starting to think you were going to.”
“Oh, well, you know, I was just thinking about your offer of going out in the city together.”
“Yeah, yeah. Totally. Listen, what are you doing tonight?”
“Oh, I didn’t really have much of a plan.”
“Great! Well, then do you want to meet me and my friends at our favorite bar?”
“Sure, that sounds great.”
He gave me the address and told me that they’d be there around nine.
“Thanks so much for the invite,” I said a bit awkwardly.
“Oh, no problem! I’m really glad you ended up calling. I’ll see you soon, okay?”
“Alright. Thanks again. See you soon.”
“Bye bye!” he said, and hung up.
I was a bit light headed after talking to him, but overall I thought it had gone well. I was certainly nervous about seeing him and his friends, but I also felt certain that this would be worth doing.
Around eight o’clock, I started to get ready. I found choosing an outfit much more difficult than it normally was. I tried on several things, examining myself in the mirror. I felt a bit silly and kept reminding myself that this was just drinks with a group of friends, not a date. But I couldn’t help the fact that I wanted to look my best if I was going to see Michael again. In the end, I ended up deciding on a dark green fitted button down and the my tightest pair of jeans. I thought they showed off my butt better.
After shaving, brushing my teeth, and fixing my hair, I examined myself in the mirror. I felt a bit let down. I looked acceptable, but I knew that no matter how much effort I put into my appearance, my body just could not compare to the lusciousness of Michael’s.
It was twenty after nine by the time I drove down to the bar and found some street parking. The bar was dimly lit and noisy. Up front there was a DJ and room for dancing, though there was only a handful of people on the dance floor. In the back it was a bit quieter with plenty of tables and booths.
I found Michael in the second to last booth with a group of girls and one other guy who was clearly there with one of the girls. Michael jumped up to greet me and introduced me to the group. Some of the girls shifted down on the bench to make room for me opposite the table from Michael. I felt simultaneously relieved and disappointed that I wouldn’t be able to press up against his legs and shoulders.
“I was just on my way to the bar for the next round,” Michael said, looking at me with that same intense stare that I had found so unnerving on the airplane. “What can I get you?”
“Oh, I’d love a beer,” I replied. “But I can’t go too crazy. I have to drive home.”
Michael waved his hand dismissively. “Fuck that. It’s Friday night. You can crash on my couch. My place is just two blocks from here.”
There was no arguing with his statement. I guess I would just have to see where the night took me.
The girl next to me who Michael had introduced as Vanessa struck up a conversation with me, asking where I was from, where I’d gone to college, and how I was liking the city. I was grateful that she was being friendly, especially when Michael came back with our drinks. Without her questions as a distraction I feared that I might just be staring slack-jawed at Michael, who was more alluring that night than he was on the plane, if such a thing is possible. He had lost his stubble which called attention to his totally unblemished skin and his strong jaw line. His full lips drawing back to reveal shiny white teeth in his perfect smile. While his shirt, tie, and slacks were looser than the athletic clothes he was wearing on the plane, they still clearly revealed how strong his chest and arms were.
As the night drew on and the empty bottles started piling up at our table, I became much more at ease with all of Michael’s friends. Both Vanessa and Michael made sure to let me in on all their inside jokes and traditions. I was happy to find out that everyone there was not more than a few years out of college and they all seemed to have interesting jobs and got along great. At one point I told a joke that got everyone laughing, and as she laughed, I felt Vanessa lean into me and rub my leg a bit. I quickly glanced at her and she smiled at me and left her hand where it was.
I felt a bit taken aback. Somehow it was only a gesture as obvious as this that made me realize that she had been trying to flirt with me since I sat down. She certainly seemed nice, and was even fairly attractive. She was a little round, but not in a bad way, and had a pretty face. But somehow, any attraction I might have had towards her was totally eclipsed by Michael’s magnetism.
I looked back at Michael, so much wishing that it was his hand that was so close to my crotch; that it was his brown eyes smiling expectantly at me. I resolved to just let Vanessa touch me, but not urge her on at all. I was feeling more than a little drunk by then and was worried that I could find myself in quite an awkward situation if I didn’t handle this well.
After the next round had mostly been killed off, one of the other girls pronounced that the time for dancing had arrived. Since I was the last person on the booth’s bench, I took this as my opportunity to move away from Vanessa and quickly stood up. I tried to let all the girls go on ahead of me, but found Vanessa staying behind and smiling that goofy smile at me. I looked around for Michael, but saw that he was already well on his way to tearing up the dance floor. I figured there was no helping it and reluctantly allowed Vanessa to lead me to the dance floor.
At first, I tried dancing a few feet away from her, snapping my fingers in what must have been a slightly dopey fashion. However, it wasn’t long before she took hold of my hands and drew me into her.
Feeling a bit helpless, I started looking around the dance floor. Next to us was the other guy from our group who was already full-on making out with his girlfriend. Then I saw Michael in a circle with the rest of the girls from the table. God, could that man move. His feet were flying around beneath him as he snapped his head and arms around. He seemed to just feel the music and know what to do. His friends laughed and cheered him on as he started really hamming up his dance moves. I stared transfixed as he started slowly loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, a sultry look on his face, pretending to be a stripper. Just a few more buttons, and I would be able to see his pecs in all their glory!
I must have stopped dancing, because just then, Vanessa pulled away from me and looked up at my face. She followed my gaze towards Michael, but thankfully misinterpreted my fascination.
“Oh yeah, Michael,” she laughed. “I know, he’s such a good dancer, isn’t he?”
“Yeah,” I muttered. “He’s… amazing.”
She continued, “I know, totally. Like, you expect gay guys to be good dancers somehow, but Michael goes way beyond his gayness.”
This sentence caused a very peculiar feeling in my chest. It was like my stomach dropped out at the same time that my heart leapt. So there it was. The man of my dreams did indeed like other men. All my fantasies featuring the very erotic muscular naked Michael had suddenly taken on a terrifying realness. What if he wanted to enact those fantasies? How could I possibly start those kinds of things with another man? And worse, what if he didn’t want me?
Oblivious to the turmoil in my head, Vanessa turned around pressed her rear into me, taking my hands and placing them on her hips, a little lower than they needed to be. Her butt felt just like a lump of mush pressed against my crotch. I stared longingly at the ass that Michael was now shaking at his friends. As he stuck it out a bit, his slacks tightened around it to show how perfectly round and firm it was. I desperately wished it was that tight muscular butt that was being pressed against me.
It was then that I felt the increase in pressure in my pants that signaled an erection. Vanessa mushed her butt harder against me and squeezed my thigh to signal that she felt and appreciated what was growing in my pants. I couldn’t help but feel guilty knowing that my hardness was really intended for that beautiful man a few yards away from me.
Things continued about like this for several more songs. Vanessa doing her best to rub against me and pull me close, and me letting her do her thing while keeping my gaze fixed on the true object of my affections. Finally, I couldn’t take much more of this bizarre three-way erotic dance. I pulled myself away from Vanessa, telling her that I was going to get another drink. She gave me a fake pouty face and tried to pull me back in.
“I’m too tired,” I lied. “You can go dance with your friends. I’ll be at the bar.”
She reluctantly headed over to her friends as I made my way to the bar and ordered a stiff drink. I sipped my drink and watched Michael dance as I began to ponder the rest of the evening. I knew I’d be able to escape Vanessa alright as long as I didn’t go back on the dance floor. But that wasn’t the big issue. How were things going to go after I was alone with Michael in his apartment? I thought about how he would react if I just threw myself at him as soon as the door was closed. Would he return my passionate kiss, or would he be too taken aback? What if I just got into bed with him instead of sleeping on the couch? I just wished I had some sign that his invitation was more than just a place to crash. But he had clearly offered to share his couch, not his bed. I thought about just avoiding it and driving home, but I also knew I was far too drunk for that to be safe.
I was about half-way done with my drink when Michael noticed that I was sitting by myself at the bar and headed over to me.
“Hey, how’s it going?” he said as he patted me on the shoulder and pulled a stool up next to mine.
“Oh, I’m alright.”
“So, I saw you dancing with Vanessa, huh?” I imagined a heard a hint of disappointment in his voice.
“Oh yeah, well, you know, there’s only so much dancing I can handle.”
Michael laughed and gave me another of his beautiful smiles. “I know what you mean, man. Though knowing this crowd, I can tell you that’s what most of the rest of the night holds in store.”
“Ha, yeah, that’s what it looks like,” I said as I glanced over at the girls now drunkenly jumping up and down on the dance floor.
“Well listen, if you’ve been danced out, why don’t we head back to my place. I wasn’t planning on staying for that much longer anyway.”
Well, this was it. I found myself saying, maybe a bit too eagerly, “Alright, yeah, let’s go to your place.”
He smiled at me as we both got up and headed towards the door. I decided to leave the last half of my drink at the bar. He stopped by to let the girls know we were leaving.
“Hey, we’re both pooped,” he told them. “We’re going to turn in.”
Vanessa stepped towards me and gave me a stern look. I held up my hands apologetically. She laughed at me and put her hand on my arm.
“Well, I’m really glad I got to meet you,” she said. “You’ll have to come out with us again!”
I managed a smile and a “Nice to meet you too,” before turning towards Michael. He wasn’t looking at me, but led the way out of the bar. Outside, I asked him if my car would be okay where it was on the street. He assured me that the neighborhood was safe enough and that they didn’t check the meters on Saturday.
As we started to walk, I tried to keep my body close to his, but due to my drunkenness, I stumbled into him. He apologized as if it were his fault and moved further away from me on the sidewalk, much to my disappointment. As we walked, we chatted about the neighborhood and what it was like living there.
After a couple of blocks, he showed me into his apartment building, holding the door for me, and leading my up to the second floor. As the door closed behind us, I thought about my plan of throwing myself into his arms. But even if I had wanted to try it, he moved quickly into his living room out of my reach. So I just followed him.
He pulled off his tie, dropping it onto the back of a chair, then headed over to his kitchen nook, and got some orange juice out of the refrigerator. “Can I get you something to drink?” he asked. “I got some juice, coke… some vodka in the freezer if you need another drink.”
“Orange juice is fine,” I said smiling at him. Now that we were alone in his apartment, I felt embarrassed somehow to be so close to him. I moved away to check out the apartment. It was a somewhat small, but very nice one bedroom with wood panelling and all modern furniture. Several framed pieces of art decorated the walls. On his coffee table, I found a DVD box of one of my favorite TV shows. I smiled and picked it up, checking to see what season it was.
“That was a really great show, wasn’t it?” Michael said, handing me my drink.
“Oh yeah, it was totally my favorite.”
“Well pop in a disc, I feel like a need to come down a bit before I head to bed.”
I picked out an episode, loaded it up, and sat down on his couch as he headed into the bedroom. He came back a few moments later with an extra blanket and pillow which he dropped down next to me on the couch.
“I hope this will be okay. The couch is pretty good for sleeping I’ve been told.”
“Thanks,” I said. But I felt a bit sad as I looked at the bedding. I guess I’d been a bit silly to hope that I’d be able to share his bed.
I started the episode as he dropped down onto the couch a few feet from me. I had a hard time concentrating on the TV as my nostrils were now filled with his lovely musky scent so strong from all the sweat he had worked up on the dance floor. It made my mouth water and my dick stir in my pants. I thought about how exciting it would be if he just scooted over to me and wrapped that strong arm of his around me. I thought that maybe I should be the one to do it, but how could I pull off such a move without seeming utterly lame. I let my arm drift down to my side and lie on the couch close to him. Maybe, just maybe, he would notice and reach down to take my hand.
But he didn’t take my hand. And as the episode dragged on, I eventually brought my hand back into my lap and resigned myself to the fact that I’d be sleeping on the couch and that there would be no hot muscular body pressed against mine that night.
As the episode ended, and I was beginning to feel more sober than drunk, Michael got up and said that he wanted to grab a shower before bed, but that I should feel free to watch another episode. I continued watching, but my attention drifted to the sound of running water. The water that right then was running across his broad chest, down his washboard stomach and dipping off that wonderful thick cock that I had been so lucky to glimpse on the airplane. But that body wasn’t for me. That body was soon going to be tucked away, alone, under Michael’s sheets, while I was in the other room. But I guess that was for the best. It was more important that I make friends now than make things weird by hooking up with one of the first people I met in this city. Let alone a gay hook up.
I decided that as much as I loved the TV show, my inability to focus on it made it pointless to watch. I turned it off and started making the couch up into a bed. I heard the water turn off and a few moments later I just happened to be looking at the door when Michael emerged, dripping wet and naked save for a small towel wrapped around his hips.
He was more beautiful than I could have imagined. His large feet gripped the floor. The way the water made lines in his leg hairs showed off the perfect curves of his calf muscles. His powerful quads showed off an expanse of his rich chocolatey skin tone. His shimmering toned abs just needed to be licked. His broad hairless pecs gave his chest the perfect curvature and his nipples stood out proud and confident. His shoulders rippled as they moved in just the right way. The hands that gripped a spare towel were large and elegant. His thick neck held up the face that could keep my attention like no other. His smooth head, his square jaw, his dark brown eyes that gazed straight into me, and his lovely full lips that parted as he spoke to me.
“Hey Jake, I just wanted to let you know that if you need a towel, there’s extra in the… uh… Jake?”
I knew that my mouth was hanging open and that my eyes had gone wide, but I seemed to have no control of my face at the moment.
I managed to struggle through the words, “Uhh… I… uh… you… towel…”
Now it was his turn to be uncomfortable as he looked away, than looked right back at me. “Jake, can we just…” he paused then walked quickly over and sat down on the couch next to me. I sat down too.
I was now close enough to see the little droplets of water that had collected on his shoulders and chest. I wanted so badly just to suck them all off of his body. I felt my face and shoulders being pulled towards him by a force other than my own.
“Look, Jake? I’m gay. You know that, right?”
In response, I swallowed.
“And well, when I gave you my number on the airplane… it was partly because I was hoping that you were too. But I wasn’t sure.” He rushed on as though, now that he had started saying this, he didn’t want to stop until he had reached the end. “I was thinking that I would ask you if you were or not tonight, but then I saw you dancing with Vanessa, and well, you seemed to enjoy it so, I thought, ‘Well, I guess he doesn’t swing that way,’ but I was still kind of hoping, but still not sure, and I really didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, and I still don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but then the way you were looking at me just now, and I just… I had to know… and I just… Don’t hate me, but… I have to know…”
His dark eyes were directly on me, and I realized it was the first time I had seen them uncertain of anything.
So suddenly, the decision I had made a long time ago was directly in front of me, and I let my face be pulled the rest of the way into his face, and our lips locked together.
His lips were just as delicious as I could have imagined, so soft, and yet they had a strength to them that was unlike any girl I had ever kissed. His hands were on the back of my head, keeping my face pressed firmly against his. We were both so hungry to have as much of the other’s mouth as we could.
I felt his tongue slip in between my lips, and I eagerly met it with my own. They danced around our mouths, tasting and playing with each other.
He pulled back briefly. His eyes seemed to sparkle as they looked into mine.
“Hmm…” he sighed. “That was such a good answer to my question!” His eyes fluttered closed and his tongue was once again in my mouth.
As we kissed, I lifted my hand to his neck. It was so thick and strong, and I loved feeling the smoothness of his skin give way to the rough stubble on the back of his shaved head. I let my other hand start exploring his chest and shoulders. His muscles felt so good to my touch, I loved the way his deltoid twisted under his skin as he reached his arms all the way around me and pulled my body close against his. I felt so safe and protected in his arms and it felt so right just to let him take control of where my body was. I felt myself moan a little into his mouth.
I moved my kisses away from his mouth, across his jaw and onto his beautiful neck. I wanted to taste all his skin. I smiled as I heard small gasps escape his lips. I nibbled at his ear as I gripped at his back appreciating the broadness of his chest.
His hands came around to my front, where he started unbuttoning my shirt button by button. As he did, he slowly kissed down my chest and licked at my collar bones. When at last he was able to pull my shirt all the way off, he dove his mouth onto my nipples and attacked them with his tongue. I had never been on the receiving end of nipple play before and I was absolutely in heaven. His warm wet tongue sent surges of pleasure through my chest. It was an intense almost tickling sensation, but the kind where the only relief is to get more of it.
“Oh god…” I shuddered as he switched without warning to my other nipple. I groped at his chest, trying to return the attention that I was getting. His nipples were like tiny little rocks that I could roll around.
When the sensation in my nipples became too intense, I took his face in my hands and kissed him hard. I was so intoxicated with lust for this man. I sucked at his lips and tongue like they were the most delicious things I’d ever had in my mouth. His hands held me tightly in their authoritative grasp. I ran my own hand up and down the ridges of his abs, thinking how beautifully smooth and firm they were. I pressed and caressed his wonderful skin.
Glancing down, I got a sight of what seemed to be a small circus tent in the towel in his lap. Not hesitating, I moved my hand down to rest on the tent pole. His rigid rod bent slightly, but I could feel it eagerly pressing back on my palm. I closed my hand around its round head and as I did, Michael let out a loud moan. I started moving my hand gently back and fort and Michael lifted his hips slightly into my rubbing. I absolutely loved the feeling of built up pressure under my hand and continued eagerly making out with him as I rubbed his cock.
“Oh, that feels really nice…” he moaned.
I suddenly had the feeling that I needed to be completely honest with him. “I’ve never actually felt another guy’s penis before,” I murmured into his ear.
“Really?” he sounded surprised. “Well, maybe we shouldn’t rush things then.”
“But what if I want to rush things?” I teased him.
I stood up and very deliberately kneeled on the floor in front of him. He was grinning down at me and my bold gesture. I couldn’t help but return his smile. We were both so excite for what was clearly about to happen. I slowly ran my hands down his muscled chest, before gripping the edge of the towel and ceremoniously unveiling his wondrous member. I was instantly transfixed as it bounced up towards his stomach. It was perfectly straight, probably about eight inches long. A couple of dark veins snaked their way along the underside and sides it. His circumcised head bulged and shined enticingly. A gleaming drop of precum appeared at its slit. My breath was a bit ragged and I could feel my own dick straining against my jeans as I brought my face close to that beauty. I had never been so confident in my desire for anything.
I placed my hands on his toned thighs, and slowly moved them up across his prickly, closely trimmed pubic hair, and the thick base of his cock. I angled it down so that it was pointed directly at my face. Tentatively, I stuck out my tongue and very lightly lapped up the drop of precum. Its saltiness was absolutely delicious. I lovingly placed a kiss on the shiny head of his penis. I felt his stomach muscles contract and heard his sharp intake of breath as my lips made contact. I then brought the whole head into my mouth appreciating its girth. I moaned myself as I sucked lightly at the hot flesh. My left hand moved to firmly grip the shaft. My fingertips just barely met. His skin felt so soft as it slid easily over the rock hard member.
Having his penis in my mouth just felt so right to me. The entirety of my attention was so focused on it that I would have had a hard time noticing anything else in the room. I sucked a bit harder and ran my tongue along the under side of his cock, savoring its sweet and salty flavor. I began to gently pump my hand up and down, trying to stimulate as much of him as I could. I tried swirling my tongue around tip and was rewarded with deep grunts coming from Michael’s throat.
Encouraged by this feedback, I decided to see if I could get much more of him into my mouth. I slowly brought my face forward, dragging my lips along his shaft. It felt so good to have that hot meat totally filling my mouth. Michael let out a long slow moan as I engulfed more and more of his dick. I felt him hit the back of my throat, but was proud of myself that I felt no impulse to gag. There was actually something very pleasant about the tip of his penis pressing against my soft palette. I appreciated having my mouth totally filled for a moment before slowly l letting him out of my mouth, keeping my tongue moving on the underside as I did.
Moving my face away, I squeezed his tip, feeling the slickness of my own saliva mixed with his precum. I felt so grateful to be able to give such attention to this beautiful phallus. I glanced up at Michael. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open. His stomach and chest muscles twitched slightly as I continued to stroke him with my hand. Feeling like the luckiest guy in the world, I dove back onto his cock.
I repeated several trips up and down his length, while I reached up and cradled his balls in my hand. They were significantly bigger than mine and felt like plum tomatoes wrapped in his slightly prickly sack. I loved feeling their weight as I rolled them lightly in my hand.
I felt like I should pick up the pace and began to bob my head more quickly up and down as his cock ran delightfully in and out of my mouth. The effect this had on Michael was dramatic. He began to writhe and buck his hips in time to my thrusts.
I felt my own excitement rise and began to suck and bob even more enthusiastically. I could hear obscene suction noises escaping my lips as his tip left my mouth before I threw myself back down on it, but I didn’t care. I felt like so many porn stars I had seen hungrily sucking monster cocks, and I was totally loving the experience.
Roger Simson crouched behind the huge bushes separating his back yard from his neighbors. He was glad to be heading off to college in the fall, hopefully to solve his problem of being the only 18 year old virgin in his class. He pushed his glasses up his nose, then slowly stuck his head up to peer over the forsythia.
“God her body is incredible.”
Diane Walker was dressed in a string bikini, doing preacher curls, making her magnificent biceps bulge and glisten in the summer sun.
“Shit, look at those arms. She could break me in two without working up a sweat.”
Roger’s heart began to beat faster as he took in her perfect form, with 125 pounds on the bar. His hand went to his rising cock and began to rub up and down, then he unhooked his shorts and pushed them along with his underwear down his legs.
Diane added 50 pounds to the bar, then began a set of Military Presses. Roger stared at the tanned broad shoulders and stroked his four inch erect penis as he watched her muscles flex and dance. His breathing became more ragged, as he began to stroke himself faster, taking in her 5’9″, 178 pound power packed body. It was hard to believe they were the same age, since Roger was only 5’4″ and tipped the scale at 125 pounds.
His hand moved faster and faster, with the pressure in his dick building, when suddenly his hand was jerked from his cock, pulled behind his back in a half-nelson, and an arm snaked around his neck, nearly cutting off all his air.
“You little scumbag pervert. Move!”
With his shorts around his ankles, he was forced through an opening in the hedge and made to stand two feet from Diane, who had stopped her lifting and stood with hands on her hips.
“Look what I found peeping at you. The little prick….who definitely has a little one was jerking off behind the bushes. Should I kick his ass?”
“Nah Leslie. Why don’t we have some fun him? Turn him into our little love slut slave?”
Roger couldn’t move with the tight hold Leslie had around his neck, pinning his arm with her other hand and he was scared to death, shrinking his penis to its normal 1 ½ inches.
“Please Diane. I’m sorry I was looking, and I promise never to do it again.”
Diane moved toward him and firmly grasped his penis and balls in one of her big strong hands. “Word has it LITTLE man that you are still a virgin. That is all about to change. Let’s get him inside Leslie.”
Once in the living room, Leslie released him and he was told to remove all his clothes. Looking at the two eighteen year old power lifters, he knew that he had no choice, so he slowly removed his clothes and stood naked before them as they surveyed his body. First they felt his small arms and compared them to their own. Then they compared legs and laughed at his spindly scrawny twigs.
“Ever seen a naked woman Rogie?” Diane reached around and undid her top and let it fall to the carpet, then slipped out of her bikini bottoms. Roger couldn’t help but steal glances at the beautiful Amazon standing before him, but the raw power scared him as much as it stimulated it. There was no telling what this young teen was capable of doing to him.
He watched as she slowly moved behind him, then grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them wide. “Oh my! Someone doesn’t know how to wipe his ass properly. You’re a dirty little boy. Do you know what we do with dirty little boys?” Grabbing his wrist she forced him to follow her to the couch, where she sat and roughly placed him across her lap. Her bare hand came down hard on his bare ass, causing fire in his buttocks and making him cry out in pain. Tears began to flow as 15 more followed, causing his reddened ass to throb with unbearable pain.
Finished, she tossed him on the floor. “Now go in the bathroom and wipe that ass. I want it spotless.”
Roger picked himself up and wiped his tears on his bear arm and moved toward the bathroom. Taking the toilet tissue, he firmly stroked his sore ass crack and discarded it into the toilet. Not wanting to anger the young teen again, he repeated the effort twice more, hoping that he was now clean.
Slowly he moved back to the living room where Leslie was now naked also. He bent over holding his ankles once again as Diane parted his cheeks for inspection, then he cried out as he felt a finger roughly inserted into his asshole. Diane brought it to her nose and took a sniff, then to Roger’s relief said, “That’s better. Now we can get on with our fun.”
“Please Diane. Let me go. I’ve learned my lesson. Honest.”
“Rog Rog Rog. Can’t you tell we like tiny little men? You look a little thirsty to me Rog. Doesn’t he look thirsty to you Leslie?”
Leslie had a smug smile on her face and said “He certainly does.”
Diane took Rogers fingers and entwined them in her own. She bent them back and forced him to his knees. “Oh my God. Plleeease Diane! I’ll do anything…Please stop!”
“Anything eh? Now you’re getting the idea. On your back little slut slave.”
Roger had no choice but to fall back on his back, holding his breath about what was to come next.
Diane slowly straddled his head with her legs and with an evil smile lowered her body, so her hairy crotch was just inches from his mouth. “Okay thirsty boy. I am going to take pity on you and give you a drink. Don’t spill a drop on my Mom’s carpet or your ass is dead meat.”
Slowly she let loose a steady stream of urine, filling his mouth, which he swallowed, out of fear for his life. The salty tart liquid made Roger’s eyes burn, but he was able to take in all of her warm yellow liquid.
“Diane, please. Isn’t that enough? I’m begging you. Please let me go.”
“In due time Roger. In due time. For right now, I want you to get on your hands and knees and wait for me. Keep an eye on him Leslie.”
Diane left the room and returned wearing a strap-on with a 5 inch plastic cock, complete with balls. “My Mom uses this on my Dad when she feels he needs it. I want Leslie to sit in from of you with spread legs I want you to lick her while I fuck you up the ass.”
“Please no Diane. I can’t take it!”
“Oh come now Rog. You can and will take it. You didn’t really think that you were going to fuck us did you? We are going to take your cherry yes, but it is your ass cherry we are after.”
Roger bent his head and began to lick Leslie’s shaven pussy and his whole body flexed as he felt Diane take hold of his ass and spread his cheeks. Slowly she ran a finger around his puckered opening, then covered his hole with KY Jelly and inserted one finger, then began to probe with two.
Roger whimpered, but gradually became accustomed to the probing, then he felt the head of the cock at his opening and he held his breath as she pushed the full 5 inch length into him. “Hold still, and don’t stop licking!”
Roger continued to lick as tears once again began to stream down his face, and his ass felt as if it was going to rip open. Diane kept thrusting, holding his ass in her firm strong hands as the other end rubbed against her wet pussy. Never before had Roger felt so helpless or used as both women began to moan at his expense. After what seemed like an eternity, both young women exploded in mutual orgasm, and the phallus was finally removed.
Dressing slowly, Roger left the two muscular 18 year olds with their words echoing in his mind; “Come back tomorrow, or we will come looking for you.” He now understood what is meant by being totally powerless.