One Night Stand

He caught my eye from across the bar, cliché I know, but that’s how these things happen.  He was shirtless with a leather harness that showed off his round, muscled pecs that were covered in sweat from him dancing on the floor with his friends.  I wanted to be the sweat on that bit of muscle near the nipple, no I wanted to lick the sweat from that muscle, maybe even play with it a little, tease it until I could feel it rub between my lips.  One then the other, I wanted to pinch and rub them before slipping down his abs with my tongue to bite at the band of his underwear.  His jean shorts were barely being held up by his narrow waist, pop the button and drop them, down on my knees I’d bury my nose against his balls and look up into his brown eyes.  I wanted all those things, but I simply readjusted the hard-on in my pants then nudged my glasses up my nose before taking a long drink from my beer to let it dull my senses and comfortably settle me into reality.

Being at the bar was my reality check for the evening.  It didn’t take much, just a look, and I knew the guys weren’t interested.  When it’s there it’s real, it feels magnetic, but most of the time it didn’t amount to much because I lost my nerve.  The guy in the leather harness was the worst of it.  He was out of my league.  I nearly licked the roof of my mouth just thinking about him.  He had this look in his eyes, the look of a hunter, it was too much for me.  And the leather harness didn’t help.

Normally I was vanilla, really vanilla, because it was all I could get.  My biggest risk was giving a guy a blow job in a men’s room of a gay bar.  My boyfriend of 16 months didn’t like anything kinky.  He said he was an egalitarian and didn’t like to cause suffering.  All these thoughts were running through my brain when I felt someone behind me, a bare arm brushed past me and a right hand was laid flat on the wood next to my drink.  It was larger than my own, much larger, and muscled.  I felt the warmth of his body as he stood behind me, his chest almost touched my back.

“Are you having a good time?”

My dick got hard.  I could feel his breath on my ear and it smelled of mint and liquor.  I began to sit up but when I rubbed into him I hunched down again.

“Yes,” the word escaped me, squeaked out, “yes,” I repeated to attempt to sound more calm and in control.  I wasn’t.  He leaned into me and signaled for the bartender, two beers.  I almost leaned my head back onto his shoulder but stopped myself.

“Do you like my harness?”

“Yes,” I said.

“What’re you looking for?”

“I’m not sure what you-”

The bartender set down two beers.

“I saw you checking me out.  I like your glasses.”

“Thanks,” I said.

“I like a guy in glasses.”

“That’s a weird fetish,” I said before I really thought about it.  There were times to be sarcastic, this wasn’t one of them.  I groaned and shrunk down some more when he leaned into me to pick up his beer.  He took a long drink then set it back down.

When his body left mine I found myself pressing back into him, his left hand moved to my side.  He took hold of my waist.  Was he feeling me up or was it just a casual, unconscious gesture?  I worried about the latter.  He would feel that I didn’t have any muscles and he would know why I wasn’t dancing shirtless like him.

“You’re cute,” he said.  “Do you dance?”

“No,” I said.  I felt this instant dread.  He was losing interest.  I gulped and took another drink.  But he pressed into me again and I could smell him.  I could smell his sweat and I loved it.

“What do you do?”

I opened my mouth to speak but it went dry.  This was getting awkward and I was the cause.  Could I be this lucky that someone so handsome would be flirting with me?  Was it luck, interest, or desperation?  An answer came to my mind but I suppressed it for a moment.  I really did try to think of something else to say, but then I spoke.

“Drink and fuck,” I replied.

He laughed a little, a little more than the polite laugh I expected.  I felt like I was melting just from the heat of his body.  If I just leaned back his sweat would rub into my shirt, then I’d be able to smell it when I jerked off later, I thought.  But I felt him get comfortable behind me and I knew he was there to stay, at least for a while, until I scared him away.

“You get right to the point.  So will I, listen, my friends are taking off.  Should I tell them to wait for me or should I tell them I’ve met someone?”

“Well, I don’t even know your name,” I replied.

“Max,” he said.

“Nigel,” I replied.

“Is that good enough or do you want my profile?”

I choked on my next drink and he put a comforting hand on my back.  He rubbed at my shoulder, strong at first but he worked into the muscle and I relaxed into his grip.  I felt his hot breath on my ear again.  I gripped the bottle tight, felt the drips of condensation on my skin.  This was real.  But was he really the guy I’d seen?  I turned on my stool.  I was face to face with him, with his muscles.  I was breathless, my knees weak.  He finished his beer and I watched a little spill out from his lips, down over his chin.  When he finished he looked away to his friends and gave them a wink.  They seemed to acknowledge his accomplishment.  I just felt hard, really hard.

“What do you say?”

“What-”

“Let’s get out of here,” he said.

He took hold of my hand and I didn’t refuse.  I wanted him to take hold of me and he did.  He pulled me to my feet, put his arm around my shoulders.  He held me against him, his sweat soaked into my t-shirt.  His smell was on me now too.  He led me out of the bar and to the parking lot where he opened his trunk and pulled out a shirt.  I looked to him in the orange glow of the street light.  He was gorgeous, broad shouldered, muscled, a strong jaw, his hair was high and tight like a soldier or cop.

“I dare you to drive without it,” I said.

He smirked as he walked to the driver’s side door.  He opened it, threw his shirt into the backseat, then unlocked my door.  I got inside and he sat next to me.  His arm brushed against mine on the armrest.  We could barely see each other in the shadows as we sat there.

“Your place or mine?” I asked.

He reached down to my thigh, his hand brushed against my dick through my jeans, moved the fabric just enough that I could feel the ejaculate that had leaked had gotten cold.  I felt it on my balls.  My dick slipped along the fabric of my underwear, between the opening to my jeans.  He rubbed at it.

“Who said we have to go anywhere?”

“It’s just that I took the bus-”

“So what?”

He unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, pulled the zipper until my dick was out, right there in his car, my dick was out.  He leaned into me.  He kissed me on the lips.  I kissed him back.  He took hold of my dick, wrapped his fingers around it and I had inches to spare.  My left hand went to his back, touched that spot between his muscles.  My right hand went to his shoulder, to his neck, my fingers stretched up into the hair at the back of his scalp.

“I love nerdy guys with big dicks,” he said between kisses.

“Who said I’m a nerd,” I replied back.

“You’re so cute when you’re insecure.”

“Shut up and suck my dick,” I said.

And he did.  He went down on me.  I felt my lubricated dick between his lips and into that warm and wet hole.  He took all of me slowly and deliberately until I felt I was about to lose myself.  He sucked until he gagged on it, then he slurped it up before he pulled away to kiss me on the lips.  He pulled at my shirt but I stopped him.

“Come on,” he said.

“The shirt stays,” I said.

“Don’t be such a prude.”

“No.”

He looked me in the eyes.

“Suck it,” I said before I pulled him back down.  He took it back into his mouth.  He sucked and jerked me until I had no choice, I felt it in my feet which balled up as my body began to spasm.  I bucked and stuck my hips into the air.  It felt as if my dick was being torn from me.  I emptied myself into his mouth, my dick lurched back and forth against his lips.  He sat up, showed me the cum in his mouth, then he moved to kiss me but I stopped him.

“Is it over?”

He kissed me and I could taste myself, warm and tingly it slipped down my throat as his tongue explored my mouth.  I felt at his body, felt over his muscles.  He pushed me away a little.  He knew just how much I liked his muscles.  He knew and he liked it.  He held my face in his hands.

“It’s just beginning,” he said.

“How far does this go?” I asked.

“As far as you want,” he said, “I’ve got all night.”

“Okay,” I said.

He kissed me again before he turned away and started the car.  I tucked myself back into my jeans and zipped up.  He was just as aggressive driving as he had been with me, but not dangerous, just fast and determined.  You have to be that kind of driver in the city, I thought, no one has time for your uncertainty.  Know what you want and where you’re going at all times, that’s the great illusion of the city, that your need gives you reason.  I took the bus and still considered myself a small town guy.

A half hour later we were back at his place.  He parked, then retrieved his shirt from the backseat, “I have neighbors,” he said before he put it on.  I nodded, got out of the car, and we walked into the building, up the stairs and to his apartment.  It was drab with dirt stained into the places where people didn’t clean.  Only the carpet looked like it had ever been vacuumed.

The building was quiet, a little old but I knew how expensive apartments could be in the city.  I had roommates.  He opened the door and ushered me inside to his loft.  I barely got to look around when he took hold of me and pressed me against the back of the door.  He was taller than me.  My hands went to the hem of his shirt, under it up to his harness.  I finally got to pinch his nipple and he groaned with enjoyment.  He was aggressive and he wanted me, maybe he was even using me, but it felt so good.  There was no more stress.  I had everything I needed right there.

“I want you to fuck me,” he said.

“What-”

“Don’t think about it, just strip down.”

“You first,” I replied.

He took off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, dropped his jeans and just like a porn star he was ready.  He stood before me in his socks with a hard dick.  Finally pulled off his socks, his hard dick bounced with each foot.  I stripped as I stood there, my shirt, my shoes and socks, my jeans, and my underwear.  I stood there completely naked in an otherwise stranger’s apartment ready and willing.  He was completely in control of the situation.  He wanted me and I wanted him, but more than anything he wanted me to fuck him.  He moved to me, kissed me and I kissed him back.

Then he pulled me with him to the bed.  He went down on his knees, turned and pulled me into him onto the bed.  At first I lay there against him stunned by the sensation.  His skin against mine, of all things my toes felt cold and bare so far from my body, but then I felt it, my dick rubbed up between his thighs to his taint then slid into his balls.  I could feel them sway.  He wanted it.  So I pushed myself up over him, positioned myself as I took hold of that leather harness.

“Oh yeah, that’s it,” he said, “fuck me hard.”

“What about condoms?”

“Just pull out,” he said.

“And lube?”

“Just use spit.  Eat out my ass.  Come on dude.”

“Wait, pause,” I said as I pushed myself away.  I stood up and made a small cross with my hands as he looked over his shoulder.

“Come on man,” he said.

“Nope,” I replied.

He put his head down.  Had I just blown it?  Was it over?  I shifted on my feet, my dick bounced a little.  There I stood buck naked and covered in sweat.  But I wasn’t eating ass.

“I’m not going to be able to do that,” I said.

“There’s lubricant in the drawer next to my bed.  And some poppers.  I’ll need the poppers.”

Had I ruined the moment?  It felt awkward.  But I walked to the nightstand and opened the drawer.  He remained in position with his head down.  Was he thinking this over?  I felt like I needed to do something to return the passion to the situation.  Until then it had all been him, but I felt like it was my fault.  I found a condom too and the poppers.  He looked over to me as if bored so I gave him the poppers and he took a hit.  I was desperate for something to say, so it just kind of came to me.

“On your back slut,” I said, “get your legs in the air.  I want to see your face when you take this big dick.  I’m going to pound you so hard.”

He looked to me as I rolled the condom down to the base, then I squirted lube on it and began to rub.  He got this eager smile on his face before he did as I said.  He got on his back, held up his legs.  His knees parted.  We looked each other in the eyes as I made my way to him.  I grabbed his ankles, pushed him up to his shoulders as I slowly touched my dick to his hole.  I entered him easily at first, then I felt that ring of muscle resist a little before it opened to me and I was in him.

Deep and warm, I felt as if every nerve traced back to the tip of my dick.  He took a bump, seemed to lose control of his legs so I pushed them into place until I was buried all of the way.  He grabbed my nipples and pinched them.  I pulled out a little, then went right back into him.  I could feel his body grip me, pull me.  I felt as if I would spill out right then, as if my flesh and his had melted together so I pulled out and thrust back into him.  He squealed and it brought a smile to my face.  His hands went to my arms and as I felt he had finally gotten into a comfortable position I took the opportunity to take hold of that harness.  His eyes rolled back in his head, his neck arched.  I went at him again, faster and harder.  I fucked him until I felt his body freeze with tension then I backed off.  My muscles ached with pleasure, I could feel that little part of me inside him.

Beads of sweat, droplets fell from me to him.  They cooled just a little before they splashed against his skin.  I could smell us.  Latex, amyl nitrate, and the stink of men.  He pulled me into a kiss, my full lips enveloped his before I pushed my tongue into his mouth.  My balls slapped, over and over, the bed squeaked.  Harder and faster until I knocked the frame against the wall.  He pulled away for a moment.  He could barely speak but he tried to say, “the neighbors,” but his words gave way to moans so I covered his face with my hand.

He bucked and twisted under me so I pushed him into new positions until finally he was on his stomach and I was atop him again, my dick having never left his hole completely.  He was stuck on me.  He pushed up on his elbows and knees which gave me more maneuverability so I went at him harder.  He backed onto me every time I pulled away and when I pushed inside it wasn’t enough.

My hands moved up to his face, my fingers between his lips.  He grunted and begged for more so I took hold of that harness again but this time I really used it.  I slammed our bodies together.  My dick swelled inside of him.  He finally leaned down on his shoulder with exhaustion.  He looked back into my eyes and I could see that he was crying, but it wasn’t tears of pain, not exactly, because he had this grin of delight on his face.  I had broken him, at least for the moment.  I pulled on his harness and he raised himself up until he was impaled on me, that’s when I felt that sweetest moment.

When he fell, he fell hard, onto the bed, splayed out before me finally off my dick.  I tried to stand but I felt my muscles in my legs sting and burn with cramps so I fell partially onto him, then slid off as he rolled to face me.  He reached up to my face, his fingers around my chin.  We kissed.

“I’m exhausted,” he said.

“I’m hungry,” I replied.

We laughed and rolled onto our backs.  Neither of us wanted to move.  The deed had been done.  We had satisfied our carnal desires.  And we didn’t even know each other’s last names.

“That was good,” I said.

“You had me on the ropes with that condom business.  You don’t eat ass, I get it.”

I pulled the condom from my dick with a snap.  We laughed a little.  It sounded so preposterous, those little things that sound foolish when it’s all over but are ignored in the heat of the moment.

“I barely know you,” I said.

“Isn’t sex so much more fun with strangers?”

I didn’t know how to answer.  I didn’t usually have sex with strangers, usually they buy me more than a drink.  I looked up to his ceiling fan that spun around endlessly.  Was that all I was to him?  Was that enough for him?  Was that enough for me?  Aren’t you supposed to keep the good ones and throw the bad fucks back?  I inched my way up to the pillows but he remained there on his chest so I studied the way his body rose and fell with each breath.

“Is this your first time?”

“No, I’ve had practice,” I replied.

He snorted.

“No, I mean with a one night stand.”

“Is that what we are?”

Finally he moved.  He pushed himself up, crossed his legs as he sat next to me.  He reached to me, his fingers touched the ejaculate in my pubes then moved down over my body.  He smiled so I forced a smile in response.

“We’re more than that,” he said, “we made each other happy so why not just let it be.  We can’t ever have this back.  I’m so fucking happy.  My week was shit with work and personal problems.  Do you want to hear about my dad in the hospital or my sister losing her mind over her kids science project and how she blames me for it?”

He swallowed hard.  Our fuck had released tension but it hadn’t solved any problems.  I reached back to him, my fingers ran down the inside of his forearm until our fingers clasped together.

“Yes I do,” I replied.

He shook his head and rolled his eyes, but then he talked.  We spent the rest of the night discussing our lives.  Deep secrets, great embarrassments, and even wishes.  It all felt easier with someone I might never meet again.  We touched each other casually, the little brushes to get attention, the lingering of a forgotten hand that you know is safe where you left it.  We cuddled and rolled around until the sun rose.  We fell asleep and when we awoke we went our separate ways.

For just a moment we had each other, but just thinking of him brings a smile to my face.

Hard Sell Pt 6 - Special Delivery

After Mark’s adventure with Greg at the abandoned airport, the return to work, driving naked while the other man jerked his dick was a thrill that ended too quickly.  He pulled behind what felt like the last building possible before getting to the dealership as Greg cleaned the head of his sensitive dick with his briefs, and parked the car.  He looked to the man who smirked back at him before putting his underwear in the glove compartment.

“I guess I’m going commando,” Mark said.

“I’ll behave myself when we get back,” Greg said, “besides you’re looking pretty drained right now.  Do you wish we had gone to lunch?”

“Not a chance, I’ll just get something from the vending machine.”

Mark dressed quickly then drove back to the dealership.  Greg was prepared to buy the car with a sizable down payment and loan from a bank, then made arrangements to pick up the car in two days, with his “son”, and it was completely professional.  In face Mark was surprised just how little he thought about sex, any little urge was defeated by the feeling of his nearly raw penis.  He walked Greg back to his own car that he had come in and saw him off before going back to his desk and rummaging around for snacks.  He found a pack of crackers and a bottle of water that he devoured in seconds.  He was about to look through his contacts when he got a text message so he checked his phone.  It was Oliver.

[Did you have fun?]

[Yes, it was very fun.  We did things... I’m exhausted and I still have a couple hours of work to get through.]

[Well don’t work too hard, but I arranged for a little treat this evening for you at your apartment.  A special delivery.  Make sure you clean up. Thoroughly. We’ll get together soon.]

What was this man doing to him?  He had wanted to live out his fantasies but not like this, well he never expected it would all happen so quickly.  He was drained and the idea of hooking up with someone else that evening, right at that moment seemed impossible.  He self-consciously shifted his penis in his pants and felt the way it hit the little parts of sewn fabric.  He wouldn’t be ready.  Could he?

But he was broken from his thoughts when Cody appeared at his desk and partially sat on the edge with one cheek.  He smiled at Mark who rolled his eyes in return.  He was about to ask what the man wanted but Cody spoke first.

“I heard you made a sell,” he said, “good for you, now you’re only a two behind me.  I’d say good luck but I don’t really mean it.”

“Hey, I might just catch up with you.”

“Oh yeah, want to make a bet?”

Mark’s anger sunk at that moment and his stomach tightened.  He wanted to make a bet but he also didn’t want to lose to the man.  He shook his head.

“Your loss,” Cody said before tapping on his desk and walking away.

Mark looked back to his monitor and returned back to his work.  He made a shortlist of potential customers, some as far back as five years ago who had bought a car from him or from the dealership.  On a normal day he could have thought up two or three pitches and made a couple of cold calls but the way he was feeling he decided to kill time getting coffee, making small talk, and watching the lot for new arrivals the rest of the day until it was five minutes to leave and he gathered his things and headed to the receptionist desk where he found one of the other salesmen chatting and trying to look down the woman’s top.  He interjected himself into the conversation and made small talk until it was time to punch out which he did easily then headed to his car. 

As soon as he sat in the driver’s seat he thought about Oliver’s message.  What did he mean by special delivery?  Another encounter?  His dick started to get hard at just the thought of it.  Maybe I am ready to go again, he thought.  He started to drive home but his thoughts were about everything he had done since yesterday and he almost missed his turn to pick up supper from his favorite restaurant.  He made the turn at the last minute and was lucky his reflexes were still good because he almost caused an accident. 

When he pulled into a parking spot he felt his dick soften and realized he had been leaking ejaculate so he checked the front of his pants for a wet spot but luckily he couldn’t find one.  He went in to order food for himself but after thinking about it he decided to order enough for two people.  Hopefully food for two would be enough, he thought, at least that was his expectation.  He killed time waiting by thinking of what could possibly be delivered and he hoped it wasn’t a pizza.  By the time his name was called out to pick up the food he had to check again to make sure his dick couldn’t be seen and that there wasn’t a wet spot on his pants.  There wasn’t.  He got his food, paid, and walked back to his car with a renewed sense of urgency hoping he wouldn’t be late back to his apartment.  He made it in record time back to his home, set the food on the coffee table, and was about to start eating when he got another text message from Oliver.

[Greg said he had a good time.  He told me a little about what happened.  He said you’re a fast driver.]

Mark laughed to himself about the joke before replying.

[When is this special delivery and what is it?  I hope it’s not food because I was so hungry I already got something.]

[Not food, but I’m not going to ruin the surprise.  I hope you like it.]

Mark rolled his eyes at the response and picked up the remote for his television.  Two hours later he was comfortable, one hand down the front of his pants slightly teasing his own dick, the other slowly clicking through channels, he was broken from his zombie state by a knock on his door.  “This is it,” he said to himself, as he turned off the TV, dropped the remote, and got to his feet.  He moved to his front door, checked the peep hole and saw a young man patiently waiting outside with something flat leaning against his thigh.  He opened the door to find the person grinning back at him.  He was in his early twenties, dressed in a polo shirt and khaki pants, a massage table against his thigh and a black bag over his shoulder.  He had blonde, spiked hair, and a veiny, muscled neck that made Mark give a second look to his arms.  He gulped when he realized the man’s muscles had muscles.

“Hello, are you Mark?”

“That’s right.”

“Hi, I’m Brad.  I was sent by Oliver for a personal massage.  He said you’d need it after the day you had.  Can I come inside?”

Mark invited him inside, closed the door behind him, and told him to set up in the living room wherever there was space.  Brad carried the table into the room and quickly moved the coffee table out of the way to make space before setting up the table.  He dropped his black bag on the table next to the table and looked to Mark who came back into the room with two beers.  He gave one to Brad who accepted it easily and shrugged his shoulders and motioned to the table.

“Um, I guess I should get a towel or something,” Mark replied.

“Why bother?  We’re both men.  This is a private massage in your apartment so, you know, you could be naked for all I care.”

They grinned and giggled about the idea like two mischievous pranksters for a moment as they drank from their beer.  Mark shook his head a little to clear the cobwebs before shaking off any worries he had about what was going to happen.  He downed half of his beer before setting it down, then stripping off his clothes.  Brad chuckled when he dropped his pants to reveal he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Um, I usually, I mean...”

Did he really want to explain to this young man how he lost his briefs?  He bit his lip and stopped himself as he took off his shirt, undershirt, and socks.  Completely naked he stood before him and sucked in his gut. 

“Did you get cleaned up?” Brad asked.

“No, should I?”

“Go get a quick shower, but you know, clean thoroughly,” he said.

“Oh, right, I kind of forgot,” Mark replied, “just uh, I’ll be right back.”

He turned and walked out of the room to the bathroom.  He didn’t like the idea of leaving a stranger in his living room alone but he thought of Oliver and the trust he had in the man to send someone he could trust.  Fuck it, he thought before turning on the shower.  He stepped inside and just the feel of water against his skin made him relax a little so he soaped up and cleaned himself.

Ten minutes later, still naked but dried off he emerged from the bathroom feeling ready and comfortable for whatever was about to happen.  He walked back to the living room where he found the lights had been dimmed and several candles had been lit giving his apartment an unfamiliar romantic feeling.  Brad was relaxed on the couch with his phone in his hands, a smile on his face he finished a text message, sent it, then looked to Mark who took a deep breath and tensed his shoulders before he moved to the table and laid himself on it with his face in a head rest with a hole in it so he could be completely comfortable.  Comfortable and completely naked, completely vulnerable he listened as Brad opened his black bag.

“Um, before we start, just what did Oliver order for me?” he asked.

“Well, I’ll be massaging your muscles, all of your muscles.  I’ve got some oils, some scented candles, and this.”

He held a thin, small dildo down in front of Mark.

“That’s not so bad,” he replied.

“And this,” Brad said before holding out a different, longer, thicker, and more realistic dildo.

“Well, that might be a little more difficult.”

“That’s just the medium,” Brad replied before smacking him on the bare ass, “but we’ll work up to the others if you’re comfortable doing it.  It’s not like we have to get through the whole bag tonight.”

“Oh,” Mark said.  “There’s more?”

“Do you still want to do this?”

“Yeah, but let’s go slow and take it easy on me.”

“No problem,” Brad replied, “let’s get you relaxed first.”

Brad squirted some oil on his back, set the bottle down, then touched him where the oil had pooled.  Mark felt the other man’s strong fingers press into his skin and slowly work out over his back into his muscles.  For just a moment he tried to hold onto any thought, any feeling, of control before the man’s touch made him forget about such a thing.  He worked into his skin, into his muscles, from his mid-back to his shoulders then back down his spine to lower back.  The man was in no hurry as he felt up along Mark’s side to his shoulders again then down his arms one at a time.  He moved around the table with ease, never letting his fingers leave Mark’s body.  His arms, his back, his shoulders felt like putty as he felt the man move lower to his buttocks, a cheek in each hand he pulled and pushed at his flesh until he had them soft and malleable.  He squirted more oil on Mark’s thighs, pressed his thumb into the soft flesh, then the rest of his fingers.  He worked the sensitive areas carefully down to the backs of his knees, then it was his calf muscles, his ankles.  His feet were last and for a moment Mark thought about telling him to stop as he was ticklish but he was so relaxed he could barely gather enough breath to speak and was pleasantly surprised when the man touched the bottoms of his feet with a caress that made him forget about any kind of concerns he had. 

The man worked back up his body slowly and sensually until he got to his butt again and he pulled his cheeks apart, more oil, no lubricant, Mark realized, as the man worked the flesh around his hole first before a finger got to it, slowly, gently, he worked a finger inside.  More lubricant and the man pushed inside slowly.  Mark tightened for a moment as he caught his breath.  Brad told him to relax and exhale so he did, told him to just focus on his breathing.  Mark closed his eyes and took a deep breath then released it as he felt the finger undoing that knot of unconscious stress.  He often forgot just how tense he could get there but the man was opening him up and the rest of his body released its tension as well, the muscles of his stomach, the little muscles in the rest of his body all began to give up.  He felt Brad push inside deeper, thicker, more fingers, until his hole was well lubricated and then he picked up the small dildo and pushed inside with it.  Mark felt his dick harden and press up against his belly so he shifted a little to let it expand and not bend the wrong direction.  Brad kept at him, more lubricant, the dildo began to vibrate.  He didn’t expect that but the feeling was amazing.

The vibrations went through his entire body, across his skin and inside him simultaneously.  The first setting, Brad manipulated his hole into surrender as he worked up the settings as Mark’s own dick felt like a rock under him, a rock that was leaking.  He thought of the man doing this, his muscles and handsome face.  There was something completely professional about him, something kind and honest.  Maybe that was the most relaxing thing of all.  He sighed and let the man continue to work, barely noticing when the man pulled the small vibrator out only to replace it with something else.  His dick was still hard but it was odd to not hear and feel the vibration, but the man pushed inside slowly again and he relaxed himself to take it.

“We’re on the next size up,” Brad said.

Slowly he worked deep inside Mark who felt the intruder open new parts of him.  It was almost a tickling sensation but inside, internally, a place he had been told nothing should ever be and yet it was there and he was feeling it, and the feeling was intense and amazing.  His hole felt so big and it was the focus of his brain as the rest of his body still felt relaxed.  He felt like he was being split in two and put back together again at the same time as he felt the dildo slip inside.  It wasn’t long before he felt Brad pulling it back out.

“Wait,” Mark forced from his throat.

But it was gone and Brad gave a slight chuckle before playfully slapping him on the ass and reaching into his bag for something else, something bigger.  Bigger than that?  Mark swallowed and tried to crane his neck to see.

“Do you want to see it?”

“Yes,” Mark answered.

Brad held the dildo in front of his face.  It was so thick, nearly as thick as a pop can, and the head, the head looked kind of silly, and it was so long it drooped in this funny kind of way.  Mark tightened his jaw at the sight of it.

“I’m going to stick this in your ass,” Brad said, “but don’t worry I’m a professional and I think you can take it.  Did you love the last one?”

“Yes,” Mark said.

Brad spanked him playfully.

“Yes sir,” Mark said.

“Good boy, now just relax and let me take care of you.”

Brad returned to his place behind him, slowly lubricated the dildo as he put his fingers back between Mark’s cheeks.  He put the head to his hole and for a moment Mark thought it would be impossible to get it inside but then he felt his hole, his body, expand in a way he didn’t think possible to something larger than he thought he could ever take.  It still wasn’t as big as the ones he saw in videos online but still it was bigger than he had ever thought possible for himself.  And that knot, the knot he thought was gone, it was completely loose and it felt like it fell apart.  There was only the sensation of the dildo slowly entering him and nothing else.  He closed his eyes as he felt it, his hole stretched and it was inside, deep and full.  Brad slowly pushed until he didn’t think he could take anymore then he pushed some more before slowly pulling it out, a moan escaped Mark’s lips as he shuddered and bucked from the sensation.  His own dick, his much smaller dick, felt red hot and solid so he was surprised when the man pulled it down between his thighs and began to play with it and his balls at the same time.

Instinctively he raised up his hips and the man continued to tease him until the big dildo was deep inside and his balls were tight and sensitive.  Brad grabbed hold of his dick, wrapped his fingers around it with just enough touch to the head and it was over.  He felt an orgasm like never before, a moment of silence and darkness, like every part of him was pulled through his body to his dick, not just his dick but the hole of his dick and it was all leaving him.  The greatest pleasure and pain simultaneously he sunk down to the table and the man pulled the dildo out.  He felt empty.  His anus strained and flexed in a way he never thought he’d enjoy.  It hurt a little sure, but it also felt good, it felt like something he’d never experience again, something he wished he had experienced previously, several times.

“Was it good for you?” Brad asked as he moved to stand beside Mark’s face.

Mark looked up to him, then down to his hard dick in his shorts.  He pushed himself up on the table and reached for the other man’s hip.  Brad moved closer and let himself be pulled closer.  He took down the front of the man’s shorts, a hard dick pointed out at him and he pulled it to his mouth.  He licked his lips and began to suck at the tip before licking at the length of it.  Bigger than the first dildo definitely, possibly more like the second one, he thought.  And he was right because the second one was a replica of the man’s own dick.  He grabbed hold of Brad’s butt and pulled him deep until he was gagging on it.  Brad pulled back when he saw Mark struggle to take it.

“Wait,” Brad said, “there’s something else we can do with this table.”

He stepped around to the front and pulled his shorts and underwear down to his ankles then off before motioning for Mark to roll over on his back as he snapped the headrest down and out of the way.  Mark did as he had been shown and rolled onto his back.  He knew what was going to happen next.  And though he had only ever done it a few times before he let his head fall back off the massage table and opened his mouth.  Brad was quick to push inside and deep, so deep Mark felt his nuts on his nose and above his lip.  He reached down to Mark’s body, to his nipples and his stomach, and he began to thrust.  Mark struggled to keep up but he wanted it.  He wanted the man’s load so bad.  He reached around and grabbed his naked cheeks in his hands and pulled at them urging the man to go harder and faster until he felt him strain one last time and heard him groan as he shot down his throat.  Brad pulled out and looked down to Mark who grinned back.

“Was it good for you?” he asked.

“It was awesome,” Mark answered.

Brad squatted down and kissed him, their sensitive lips felt like the only nerves in their body that were capable of stimulation.  They kissed for a moment before pulling away from each other.  Brad helped him up off the table and they went back to the shower together.  Mark was eager to wash Brad’s body, though he was less receptive to anal stimulation.  Once they were clean they went back out to the living room where they saw the mess they had created.

“Do you want another beer?” Mark asked.

“Sure,” Brad said.

They each got a beer and went to the couch and turned on their phones.  They each texted Oliver about what had happened and he replied within minutes to each of them telling them he was glad they had a good time.  Mark looked to Brad’s muscled body and Brad pulled him close for one more kiss.  There was a slight stirring for each of their dicks but neither of them had the stamina to do anything like they had just done again that night so they left it at that before they looked to the table and all the dildos sitting on it.  It was the biggest dildo he ever saw, the biggest he had ever taken, and he was sure he was going to buy himself one the next chance he got.

Spring Break - Nerd Meets Jock Pt 1 & 2

Another sunny day, four young men stood in front of the Miami Beach Art Deco hotel looking up at its facade with a mixture of boredom and enthusiasm.  For Ethan it was barely remarkable, just another hotel.  He scratched at the back of his neck lazily as he wished he had put on more sunscreen.  Darrell tried to appreciate the shapes, the colors, but he didn’t want to stay there.  He didn’t even want to be in Florida.  Grady smirked at the sight of the building, happy that he had gotten them all such a good deal for two rooms during the busiest time of year, Spring Break.  But for Howard it was something he had always wanted, to stay in a hotel just like in Grand Theft Auto.

“It’s just like the game.  This is so great.”

“Well Howard shot his load already.  I guess we can go home now,” Ethan said.

“I just hope the rooms are okay, old buildings like this tend to have small rooms.  It’s bad enough we have to share,” Darrell added.

“Hey, you guys wanted to do something normal, get away from all of the snow.  You talked about the beach and sun.  How was I supposed to know you didn’t mean any of it?  Let’s just get this over with.”

They walked inside to the front desk where they were greeted by a cheerful blonde woman not much older than themselves.  She confirmed their rooms, asked for Grady’s credit card.  He offered it, she swiped it and returned it to him.  They barely made small talk.  None of the guys were interested in tourist sites, and she wasn’t sure what to say to them.  They weren’t her regular customers.  She handed over the key cards, gave them directions to their two rooms.  They walked away to the elevator, barely said a word.

Three flights up, the two rooms were next to each other at the end of the hallway.  Ethan led the way to the farthest room, Darrell behind him.  Grady and Howard took the other room, each set pushed their way inside.  The cold, stale air of the air conditioner was barely refreshing.  Darrell went to the window to take in the view.

“At least we’ve got a view of the ocean,” he said.

“It’s not such a bad place,” Ethan replied.  “Are you going to bother to unpack or do you just want to head to the beach?”

“I want to hit the beach man.  Besides it’s not like I have much to unpack.”  Darrell threw down his back pack on the bed, set his satchel bag next to it.  “I’m done.”

Ethan pulled the bag from his shoulders, set it on the dresser.  They looked to each other, Darrell shrugged his shoulders.  Ethan pulled off his shirt.  Darrell began to unbuckle his belt.  They were about to start another conversation, hash out plans, when there was a knock on the door connecting their room to Grady and Howard’s room.  Ethan unlocked their side of the door and opened it.  Grady stood in front of him with a smile on his face, past him Howard sat on the bed with his bag open, a video game system in his hands.

“Do you guys want to join us?”

Ethan looked to Darrell who shook his head.

“No way man, I’m came here to get some sun, see the women walk around the beach, maybe even go out with a couple of them.”

“Sorry, no,” Ethan added.

“We’re going to order pizza,” Grady replied.

“We brought all of the good games,” Howard said.

“No, I want to at least walk around a little.  I was thinking of going out tonight,” Ethan said.  “Why don’t you guys join us?”

“No thanks,” Howard said.  “Not right now.”

“Yeah, I’ve kind of reached my maximum for dealing with people today,” Grady replied.  “I need some time to myself, or at least with fewer people.”

“Are you guys really going to sit around the room all day playing video games and eating pizza?” Ethan asked.

“Why not?” Darrell interjected, “It’s what they do at college.”

“Yeah, but, I mean we’re on vacation,” Ethan said.

“Uh, maybe we’ll go out tonight, if we can find some place that’s low key,” Grady said.  “We’ll talk about it.”

“Until then, I’ll set up the system, Grady you order the pizza, Hawaiian style for me, you should get something different and we can share.”

“Well guys, have a good time,” Grady said.

“You too,” Ethan said.

“Yeah man, have fun,” Darrell replied without much enthusiasm.

Ethan closed the door connecting their rooms, continued to strip out of his clothes.  Darrell stripped down as well.  Unlike their compatriots Ethan and Darrell were not shy about their bodies, even if Ethan was gay, it had never been an issue for them.  Darrell searched his bag for a pair of swimming trunks.  Ethan pulled out a Speedo from his bag.  Darrell shook his head and laughed at the sight of it.  Ethan dangled the bit of cloth in front of his crotch.

“My mother said figure out your best asset and use it,” he said.

“In that case we should switch,” Darrell said.

“I have a nice butt,” Ethan replied.

“You have a white boy’s butt,” Darrell replied.  “Besides we both know I’d fill it out more.”

“Oh yeah, you want to measure?” Ethan asked.

“You’d like that,” Darrell joked.

“Are we hitting the beach together or breaking up?”

“Together, at least for a while, and we should meet back up this evening in case one of us over does it.  If I’m not having any luck I might need my gay wing man.”

“And if you meet any jock boys who might be curious you send them my way,” Ethan replied.

“It’s a deal.”

They made sure they had everything they needed, let Grady and Howard know they’d be heading out, and were on their way.  Their two friends barely acknowledged their departure as they were focused on the television.

*****

At first Ethan took him for a creep, the exact stereotype that he had always felt attracted to but was intimidated by, the type of guy who used to beat him up in high school and give him wedgies.  He spotted him at the punch bowl.  There was eye contact, an awkward glance.  He moved away from him, tried to be distracted by something, anything, eventually he found Darrell in the corner of the room talking to two different women.  Seeing him engaged in conversation Ethan turned away, was about to head for the door, but then he ran into the jock that had been cruising him from the punch bowl.  He felt especially awkward as he was still dressed in his Speedo.

“Hi,” Ethan said.

“Hi,” he replied.

“I was just about to, I mean, I’m just, was going to get a drink.”

“It looks pretty full.”

“Oh yeah, well, I’m an ambitious alcoholic.”

“My name is Brock,” the stranger said as he offered his hand.

Oh god, here I go again, Ethan thought.  I bet he’s some kind of Christian who picks up young gay men at parties and tries to convert them.  I should run away, but I’m so damned attracted to him, shit, here I go again, he thought.  He shook Brock’s hand.  He was over six feet tall, in a tank top and trunks.  He had muscled arms, muscled shoulders, muscled, just about everything, one of those cliche barbed wire tattoos around his bicep.  Ethan felt like he could swoon but he made himself stand tall, as tall as he could.  He shook his hand.

“Did you enjoy the beach today or were you just uh, swimming at a pool?”

“Oh uh,” Ethan looked down over himself, don’t think sexy thoughts, don’t think sexy thoughts, he told himself.  “I was at the beach.”

“Are you from around here or from out of state?”

“Out of state,” Ethan answered.

“This doesn’t seem like your kind of party.  To be honest it’s not mine either.”

“No, uh, yeah, my friend, he uh, well, he had me come along.  He heard about it when we were at the beach today.  He wanted me to be his wing man, but I guess he doesn’t need me as he’s talking to two girls right now.”

Ethan looked to his friend, pointed him out to Brock.

“He’s cute.”

“Uh, yeah, I guess,” Ethan replied.

“Is he bisexual?”

Ethan felt his face warm.  Just what was Brock asking?  Was he asking for an introduction or hinting at a threesome?  What have I gotten myself into?

“So are you like a swimmer?  Do you swim for like a team or something?”

Ethan turned back to him, right to his chest, then up to his eyes but even that felt awkward.  He looked away a little, just so he didn’t have to stare at the man.

“Yeah, I swam for my team in high school.  I’m not on a team in college but I go to the pool regularly.  I like to stay fit.”

“You look it,” Brock said.  “I mean...”

That was it.  There had to be more to this man.  Everyone else felt too close, he needed space.  Maybe they could go somewhere, he thought.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Ethan asked.

“Oh, I’m glad you asked,” Brock said.  “Let’s go take a walk.”

They headed out of the party, down to the street.  They fell into an easy conversation as they moved from streetlight to streetlight, from neon sign to neon sign.  Brock told him about being on the football team until his senior year when he couldn’t take the homophobia anymore.  He told him about his academic struggles in college and how he thought about dropping out to go into carpentry.  Ethan talked about his passion for physics and how he wanted to go on to graduate school.  They seemed to be walking in circles but really Brock was taking a circuitous route to his hotel.

“This is my place,” he said.

“Oh uh, I didn’t know this is where we were headed,” Ethan replied.

“My frat brothers rented a couple of rooms.  They’re all probably out and we have a code in case we bring someone back to the room.  Would you want to come up?  We don’t have to do anything.”

“I’ve always been intimidated by guys like you,” Ethan said.

“I promise I'm a nice guy.”

“Okay,” Ethan said.

Brock led the way inside and up to his room.  There was no sock or tie left on the door handle but he still made sure the room was empty before inviting him inside.  Ethan walked through the partially illuminated room to the window.  Outside he could see the city and in the reflection he watched Brock tie a sock to the handle of the door before closing it.

“We’ve got some booze around here.  Do you like whiskey?”

“Jack Daniels,” Ethan replied.

“Of course,” Brock said.

He pulled a bottle from a drawer that was full of clothing, notably a bunch of underwear.  There was never much privacy in hotel rooms, he thought.  Brock poured two drinks into plastic cups from beside the mirror.  He offered one to Ethan who took it and downed it with one attempt.  Even with having drunk the beer the whiskey still burned his lips, his tongue, and felt like a weight that sunk to his stomach.  Brock downed his and made a bitter face.

“Maybe we should give that a break,” Ethan said.  “Why don’t we sit on the bed?”

“Okay,” Brock said.  He took the plastic cup back, threw them both in the trash and set the bottle on the dresser.

They sat next to each other.  Brock was so much bigger than Ethan, he was like a mountain or a tree to climb, Ethan thought.  He looked to the reflection of them in the television that was off.

“So, what did you want to do?” Ethan asked.

“Let’s start with kissing and see where it goes,” Brock said.

It felt so formal, so awkward, they moved towards each other.  It had been over thought, too much anticipation, but their doubts soon disappeared as they grabbed at each other.  Ethan worked his hand up the leg of Brock’s shorts.  Brock grabbed back at his bulge, his ass.  Brock pushed against him and he gave a little before pushing back, pushing harder until he was on top of Brock.  He broke from the kissing.

“I don’t usually bottom,” Ethan said.

“Good, I want you to fuck me, pound my ass,” Brock said.

“Really?”

“I’ve been checking out your dick all night in that little Speedo.  I’ve been drooling over it.  Fuck me.”

Ethan pushed away for a moment to drop his swimsuit.  He grabbed at Brock’s belt, undid it, and pulled his pants and underwear down.  He grabbed at his thighs, got his hands under his knees and pushed them up to his chest.  He got up on the bed on his knees, put his dick to the other man’s hole.

“Wait, use protection,” Brock said.  “I have something in my nightstand.”

Brock grabbed hold of his own legs as Ethan walked around to the nightstand.  He opened the drawer to find a bunch of condoms and a bottle of lubricant.  He opened a packet, pinched the condom reservoir, slid the material down over his dick, stroked it a few times.  Brock looked at the eight plus inches in the man’s hand and groaned in anticipation.  Ethan opened the lubricant, squirted some on his dick, stroked a few more times as he walked back around to Brock.  He squirted lubricant on Brock’s asshole, rubbed at the tightened skin with his finger as he got up on his knees again.  He moved close, pushed against the opening.  He worked slowly, methodically to push himself inside.  He felt the warmth of him, the tightness of him.

They grabbed at each other.  Brock felt himself being filled, the pressure.  He felt Ethan’s hands on his chest.  This man was feeling his muscles and inside of him at the same time.  Ethan sunk in to his balls, worked himself back out, then back inside.  Brock relaxed to the feeling, the motion, he writhed on the bed.  Ethan leaned down onto him, their sweaty bodies pressed together.

“Are you ready for it?  Are you ready to get fucked?”

“Fuck me, pound my ass,” Brock said.

Ethan pulled away, turned Brock over onto his side, then onto his chest.  Brock reached back to Ethan’s thighs, his shoulders against the mattress, face pressed into the sheets.  Ethan got up to his feet, started to thrust.  He worked himself into a rhythm, the steady sound of his balls hitting Brock’s balls.  Ethan ran his fingers from Brock’s waist to his shoulders, grabbed at them.  He went hard and deep until his legs strained and he could feel the sweat pooling in the middle of his back and the backs of his knees.  He kept at it as his balls tightened.

Brock moaned with pleasure, groaned with pain but kept demanding more, his hand moved to his own dick and began to play with himself as he was moving to meet Ethan’s thrusts.  His dick slid between his fingers until the sensitive head hit his belly with an eruption of ejaculate.  He felt it shoot from his body down onto the bed.  He felt so empty and so full at the same time.  It wasn’t long after that Ethan felt his own orgasm was imminent.  He dug his fingers into Brock’s skin with the last motion, every muscle in his body strained.  He rested for a moment before pulling out, getting down on his knees he pulled the condom off and tied it before taking it to the bathroom where he tossed it in the garbage.  He walked back awkwardly as his legs felt like they were about to give.  Brock was on his belly but rolled to his side.  Ethan sat next to him, took hold of his softening, sensitive dick, played with it a little as they kissed some more.

“Do you want to sleep for a little bit?” Brock asked.

“Yeah, I don’t think I can walk very far right now.”

They got under the covers, Ethan put his head on Brock’s chest.  It wasn’t long before they were both asleep.  In fact they slept a little too long and were awoken by the sound of knocking on the door.  Ethan looked to the sun coming through the open curtains, to the clock by the bed.  He groaned in frustration.  He wished he had gotten out of there sooner as that was probably Brock’s frat brothers, maybe even someone who shared the room.  He looked to the door and then it happened, there was the slide of a keycard and the lock unfastened, the door opened.

Two young men pushed their way inside the room.  They looked like jocks.  Ethan made sure he was covered by the sheet as he lay on his back and watched them enter.  The men looked to Ethan, then to Brock who was just opening his eyes.

“This is awkward,” Ethan said.

“Don’t worry, we all know he’s gay,” one of them said.

“Yeah, it’s cool with us.”

“Okay,” Ethan replied.

“Got yourself some ass last night,” the first one said.

If they only knew, thought Ethan.

“Hey we’re going down to the pool to work off this hangover.  Do you guys want to come down?”

“Maybe, we have to get something to eat first,” Brock said.

“Well you can’t stay in bed all day,” the other frat boy said.

They searched the dresser for some swim trunks, found them, and then walked out of the room making sure to pull the door closed behind them.

“Do you want to join them?  They’re okay guys.”

“I guess, I mean if it’s okay.  I don’t know.  I think I have a swimsuit around here somewhere.”