They undressed, and Guy stacked his clothes neatly on a chair beside Avery’s.
There was a large mirror on the wall opposite the bed, so at first Guy sat down on the edge of the mattress, nude, and had Avery stand in front of him with his back turned toward the mirror. In this way, Guy could see both a front and a back view of him at the same time as Avery posed for him—also in the nude.
Guy had been naked or half-naked around other guys so often, in the gym or in the locker room, and onstage and backstage at physique contents, that he wasn’t at all self-conscious. But being sequestered with another naked bodybuilder one-on-one, in his apartment behind closed doors, was a little different. There was an undeniable erotic charge to the situation. It was, he realized, a form of foreplay.
He urged Avery on, calling out the names of the various poses and watching as Avery hit them. Double biceps, traps, lats, chest pose, most muscular…one by one, Guy put the Australian through his entire repertory. He was sure Avery was getting off on exhibiting himself in front of him like that. He was sure Avery could feel his eyes devouring his naked body, admiring it, envying it. Guy’s cock began to harden. Avery’s cock began to harden. For a few minutes they played a game of mutual denial, pretending that nothing out of the ordinary was happening. They mutely agreed to ignore the steady upward rise jutting out from both of their groins.
Smiling at Guy, his face and chest bedewed with sweat from his exertions, Avery tensed his muscles one more time. His cock pulsated visibly. It was now fully erect.
“Do you like what you see?” he asked Guy, softly.
“I love it.”
“Not so bad for an old man, if I do say myself. Still got what it takes, do I?”
“You’re sensational,” Guy said, in all sincerity.
“Thanks, buddy. But now it’s your turn. I want to see what you’ve got.”
They changed places, with Avery sitting on the bed and Guy standing and flexing in front of the mirror. They maintained eye contact while Guy displayed his muscles for the other man’s benefit. He thought he could see not only approval and admiration in Avery’s eyes, but desire. Guy’s cock, like Avery’s, remained rock hard, although neither man had so much as touched his penis yet.
“Yeah,” Avery breathed. “That’s one hot body you’ve got there.”
Guy basked in the gym owner’s praise. “Better than Petr’s?” he couldn’t help asking.
Avery emitted a short, breathless laugh. “Let’s leave Petr out of the discussion for the time being. He isn’t here. You and I are. Come on, switch with me again. I want to show you how a double biceps ought to be done.”
Once again, they changed places. Guy sat on the edge of the bed while Avery posed for him.
“Okay,” Guy finally said. “I admit it. You’re pretty damn good—for an old man.”
“Who’re you calling old, sonny?”
“Well, let’s face it, you’re no kid. You probably have to pop a certain little blue pill to get an erection.”
Avery snorted with laughter. He reached down and took his cock in his hand, forming a fist around the shaft and squeezing it, hard. The bulbous head of his penis seemed to expand from the pressure of his grip. He thrust forward from his hips, fucking the air, aiming his phallus at Guy as though it were a weapon.
“Does this look like it’s been chemically enhanced?” Avery demanded.
“As a matter of fact, yes. The fucking thing looks as though it’s on steroids. Damn, it’s big!”
“It’s hard, too,” Avery declared, which was definitely stating the obvious. “Looking at you—watching you pose for me—it’s given me a hard-on. And it looks as though you’re pretty hard up yourself, buddy,” he observed.
Guy could feel his face reddening. “If I am, it’s your fault,” he retorted.
“Yeah? It looks like we’ve both got a problem. Maybe we’d better do something about it.”
“Yes, why don’t we?” Guy’s voice had a casualness to it, a nonchalance, which he was in fact far from feeling.
But Avery obviously wasn’t deceived. He laughed. “Come here, buddy,” he urged. “Come here and take care of me. And if you do a good job…then I’ll take equally good care of you.”
It was though Guy was hypnotized and acting involuntarily. He slid off the edge of the bed, got down onto the floor, then crawled quickly on his hands and knees toward Avery’s feet. Once he was between the other man’s legs, he ran his hands slowly up from his ankles to his crotch, then higher, over his belly, up to his pecs, to his nipples. He sucked in his breath in a faint, hoarse rasp. Avery took his hand away from his dick. It bobbed close to Guy’s face, throbbing with lustful pressure only inches from the kneeling man’s savoring mouth.
“Are you going to suck it?” Avery whispered.
“If you want me to.” Guy was so much in awe of Avery that what he wanted no longer seemed to matter. He was ready to place himself at Avery’s complete sexual disposal.
“Suck mine, and I’ll suck yours.”
“Get on the bed,” Guy muttered, his voice now thick with lust. “Sit down and spread your legs. Let me get in there between them. Let me worship that fucking body of yours, man!”
Avery laughed, as though he felt reassured by Guy’s eagerness, and he did as Guy asked. Guy angled himself in next to the edge of the mattress, with Avery’s opened legs warm against his sides. As Guy looked down at Avery’s cock, sweat began to trickle down my forehead and chest. The Australian stud’s meaty prick lay flat against his belly—big, solid, and thick, rising straight up from the hairy dangling balls between his thighs. Guy’s fingers shook as he touched that dick, which jumped in response, stood straight up from its owner’s flat hard belly for a moment, but then fell back heavily as Guy caught it in his palm.
Guy bent his head and kissed the warm smooth tip of Avery’s cock. The shaft tried to jump about again, but he now had his fingers wrapped tightly around it. He slipped his tongue out of his mouth and ran it lightly over the tip, wetting it, until it glistened in the strong light cast by the ceiling fixture high above the two naked men. Guy moved his mouth lower, tickling his tongue slowly down the heavy length of Avery’s manhood. He let his fingers slip from it and then he buried his face in the thick growth of hair above Avery’s dick. Then Guy ran his mouth through the dark bush, and nuzzled lower, into the hot space between Avery’s thigh and his balls. Avery squirmed when Guy’s tongue touched him there. He tried to push the other man’s head away, but Guy wouldn’t let him. Guy ran his tongue back and forth in the tight groove of flesh, then quickly dropped it lower and began to lick Avery’s balls.
They were enormous. The sac of skin around them was covered with silky black hair. Guy sucked the nuts between his lips and into his mouth, first one, then the other. His mouth was stuffed with Avery’s testicles. He pressed his lips under the base of Avery’s fuck tool, and those two big nuts dropped deeper into Guy’s mouth. Guy washed them gently with his saliva, moving them from cheek to cheek with his tongue. Then he removed his lips and positioned them lower, onto Avery’s thick-muscled right thigh. Guy’s tongue licked its way inch by inch down that incredibly solid muscle toward the knee, stroking wetly back and forth across the skin.
He held the leg up and kissed it all the way down, right to the foot, which he took in both his hands and licked. All the way down to the toes went Guy’s tongue, then over the sole. Avery kicked and squirmed, moaning, as Guy tickled him, but Guy held on and didn’t stop. He brought his lips to Avery’s toes, gently eased them apart, and sucked down hard. Avery squealed and jerked his foot up and down while Guy sucked hungrily first on his big toe, then on each of the smaller ones in turn. But Guy could tell he liked it, because when he dropped that foot and picked up the other one, Avery stuck it right in his mouth!
“Oh, fuck!” Avery exclaimed. “You’re a whore!” But the way he said it made it clear to Guy that he didn’t intend it as an insult. On the contrary, it
was the highest praise he could give to another man.
Guy washed his foot with his tongue.
“Whore,” Avery repeated. “Oh, you’re such a good little whore!”
Guy was doing his best to be exactly that.
He worked his way slowly, lovingly back up to Avery’s crotch, doing everything to his left leg that he’d done to the right. By the time Guy reached his balls again, Avery’s cock was standing straight up. It seemed twice as thick and powerful and horny as it had been before. The head, swollen to the size of a lemon, pulsed and twitched and was flushed a deep reddish-purple hue. It was dribbling semen from its tip. Looking at it, Guy could tell that the cock desperately needed to be sucked and satisfied!
But he didn’t suck it—not yet. There was still more of that hot stud body of Avery’s that his tongue hungered to lick and to taste.
“Put your legs up, you fucker,” Guy demanded, hoarsely. “Get ‘em up over my shoulders and lift your ass off the bed!”
Avery didn’t hesitate. No doubt assuming that Guy wanted to fuck him, he lifted his powerful legs and put them on either side of Guy’s neck. At the same time, Avery reached out one arm and opened the top drawer of the nightstand.
“There’s everything you need,” he said.
Guy saw the box of rubbers and the tube of lubricant that Avery was referring to. There was even a trick towel, folded up and tucked away inside the drawer.
“We don’t need them yet,” Guy said.
He bent his head and nuzzled his face into Avery’s crotch, rubbed his cheek over his balls, and then stuck out his tongue and licked his way lower, toward his upturned ass. His perineum was rough-textured, a thick ridge of muscle coated with hair, and Guy’s tongue skated across it as he bent his head still lower, to Avery’s hole. Guy had to push the other man up, making him bend almost double, to get his butt into the position he wanted. But despite his bulk Avery was agile enough to do so comfortably, and to hold himself in that position.
“I’m going to suck your ass,” Guy announced.
“Yeah, rim it, baby!” Avery gasped. “Oh, my God! Eat my ass!”
Guy flicked his tongue lightly all around the puckered ass hole, wetting it with his spit. Then, pulling the cheeks as far apart as he could, he shoved his face into the ass crack. His mouth kissed the hole. His tongue dug in and he felt the buttocks quiver as he pushed his tongue-tip harder. Avery’s hole began to open up for Guy. The sphincter relaxed, and Guy’s tongue sank inside his ass.
“Oh, Jesus!” the Australian bodybuilder cried, and his big body shook against Guy’s. “Suck it! Suck it! Get that fucking tongue in there! Oh, that feels so good. Oh, Guy, baby! Suck my ass!”
Guy tongue-fucked the squirming, flexing little aperture until he was afraid Avery would shoot off prematurely if he rimmed him any longer. Guy dropped the other man’s legs back down on the mattress—and, before Avery could react, he swooped down on his cock. It was hard, hot, dripping semen from its tip, and more than ready to be sucked.
Avery’s whole body was tense, expectant of the intense pleasure Guy’s mouth was promising to give him. Guy didn’t even have to lift the cock toward his mouth. It was so eager to be sucked that it rose by itself. It slapped against Guy’s lips as Guy teased it, tickling the head and making it jump.
“Don’t tease me,” Avery warned him. “Suck it!”
His hands caught Guy’s head on both sides and thrust it lower, forcing Guy to take every inch of his dick. Guy let Avery pump his head up and down. Avery drove that hot cock of his steadily, with faster and faster lunges, in and out of his mouth. The gym owner was fucking Guy’s mouth, fucking his face—fucking his throat, too, as it had never been fucked before.
“You goddamned prick teaser,” Avery growled. “Now you’re going to suck me. You’re going to suck me off!”
Guy offered neither protest nor resistance. He was excited by the other man’s use of him. He offered up his mouth to Avery as a sexual sacrifice.
He could tell that Avery was already getting close. Guy desperately wanted to swallow his load.
Guy’s mouth was wide open for Avery, and he took him deep down with each new brutal lunge. Guy put his hand between Avery’s legs and found his balls. They were swollen with sperm, and the jiggled wildly back and forth along with the pounding, driving motion of his cock.
“I’m coming! I’m gonna shoot!” Avery yelled.
Then, with a sudden violent jerk, he threw himself up from the bed and wrapped both of his arms around Guy’s head, pulling Guy’s face all the way into his crotch and forcing his dick straight down the other bodybuilder’s throat. Avery’s body tensed, then froze for what seemed to Guy to be an eternity, during which Guy couldn’t breathe because that swollen meat plugged his throat. Then, mercifully, just as he began to choke on the cock, Avery gasped and Guy felt it throb between his lips as Avery started to gush. His hot fuck juice, thick and sweet and frothy, like freshly whipped cream, poured from his dick and blasted down Guy’s throat. It backed up, filling his mouth to overflowing. He felt it dribbling down his lips and chin and running down his neck in thick, warm streams. Avery’s cock jerked fitfully, emptying its load into Guy’s guts. Guy tried to swallow it all as fast as Avery gave it to him.
A moment later, Avery let go of him and fell back heavily on the bed. He laughed hoarsely and pulled Guy’s mouth off his cock. Then Avery threw his legs over Guy’s shoulders again. Guy assumed Avery wanted him to rim him once more, and, panting and breathless though he was, he was willing to suck the other man’s ass with his semen-smeared lips.
But then Avery grunted, “Fuck me! You didn’t come yet, did you?”
“No,” Guy managed to gasp.
“Good! Shove your cock up my ass and fuck the shit out of me, baby!”
Taken by surprise though he was, Guy recovered quickly. Avery was making him an offer that no man in his right mind would refuse!
“Not without a condom,” Guy said.
“You bet. Here.” Avery twisted his body, reached out with one arm, and searched about blindly in the open top drawer of the nightstand on the right-hand side of the bed. He pulled out the box of condoms and tossed it onto the mattress, within Guy’s easy reach. While Guy opened the box and extracted a rubber, Avery retrieved the tube of lubricant from the drawer as well. “Hurry,” Avery urged.
Guy didn’t dawdle. He tore open the packet, pulled out the condom, and rolled it down over his dick. Avery had already unscrewed the cap of the tube and squeezed a glob of the clear out onto his palm. He rubbed the lubricant all over Guy’s latex-coated cock, then squeezed out a second gob and reached behind himself to massage the gel into his ass. He grunted as he finger-fucked himself, obviously making sure that his sphincter ring was thoroughly slicked up and would offer Guy’s cock as little resistance as possible.
“Come on, fuck me!” Avery demanded.
“Yes, sir!”
Guy let Avery move both of their bodies into the position he wanted. Avery rolled onto his back and grabbed one of the pillows, which he stuffed under his head to cushion it and raise it a bit. He spread his legs, and raised them, bending them at the knees. He offered his ass to Guy in mute, shameless invitation. It was an invitation that Guy was more than ready to accept. Kneeling close in against Avery’s upraised butt, and leaning forward, Guy pressed his dick forward, between those enticing buttocks, guided by blind lust. His cock, encased in the rubber, found Avery’s ass hole, touched it, and pressed against it. The puckered rim yielded to the pressure, and Guy’s cock slipped inside. Avery took it—without resistance, without visible effort, and without complaint. His ass sucked Guy’s cock deep inside him while his legs gripped Guy’s back to hold the other man inside him. Guy settled down on top of him and began to fuck.
Guy couldn’t believe that this was really happening, that he was naked in bed with Avery Jones, the man who had once been his bodybuilding idol and role model, screwing him, kissing him. H
ad once been? What was Guy thinking? Avery was still his idol, and Guy worshipped him. Guy went berserk, hammering his dick in and out of Avery’s ass with brutal abandon. But Avery didn’t protest. On the contrary, he seemed to welcome this rough treatment, and to love it. He writhed, embraced Guy in his powerful arms, locked his mouth against Guy’s, and rammed his tongue in and out of Guy’s mouth in rhythm right along the strokes of Guy’s cock, which was plowing his butt. Avery, Guy realized, was very warm inside. And he was also very tight, but increasingly slippery, either because his anus was actually sweating, or the lubricant was liquefying because if his internal body heat, or both. Whatever the explanation, Guy’s cock went in and out of him with just enough friction to drive both men insane. Deeper and deeper Avery took Guy, until the whole length of Guy’s prick was up his butch stud ass!
Guy was too excited, too wildly turned on, to exercise much finesse. He was sure he was more than little clumsy, but Avery didn’t seem to mind. Guy suspected that the other man occasionally liked it kind of rough. As for himself, Guy was ecstatic at this first fuck of theirs. It was good. Good? What the hell was he talking about? It was sensational! How could he find words to describe the sensation of fucking another bodybuilder, of feeling a real muscle stud’s ass around his cock? The weight and solidity of another man’s hard body quivering beneath his own? The sound of his groans as he took his fucker’s cock up his ass again and again? The heat and pressure of that anus, gripping and squeezing his dick?
Guy wanted to fuck him for hours, but he couldn’t last more than a few minutes that first time—it was too exciting. His dick just couldn’t take it. He could feel the cum building up inside him. Then, all of a sudden, it rose from deep down in his balls, and blasted its way through his cock and into the reservoir tip of the rubber, which trapped the flow inside it, far up inside Avery’s ass. As though he’d been waiting for this moment, Avery came, too. His hot, thick spurts flew everywhere. Both of them twisted and choked and held onto each other’s sweat-slippery bodies as they came and came together. Finally there was no more left and Guy could feel his cock starting to go slightly soft inside Avery’s ass. Guy could see and feel their mingled sweat, soaked into the sheets they were lying on. And he could feel and see Avery’s cum, too, which he’d blasted between their bellies and chests. It dripped sluggishly down their exhausted torsos. Avery grabbed Guy by the back of his head and crushed his mouth against Guy’s in a deep, tonguing kiss until Guy thought he might pass out from the lack of air. His dick still throbbed inside Avery’s butt.
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