by Milton Stern
I stroked it lightly, and when I rolled my thumb over the tip and gathered a good amount of precum, I brought to our lips, and we both savored the taste. By now, I was generating quite a bit myself. Between the two of us, there was enough to generously lubricate our cocks, and lubricate them I did. I rubbed them together, and he started moaning and streaming more and more of the tasty stuff.
I then licked his neck slowly and worked my way down his sternum. My hand continued to stroke us gently and both our cocks were hard and throbbing with pleasure.
I licked my way over to his nipple, and he shuddered when I found it. I gently tugged with my teeth then worked my way to his left armpit. I love armpits, and his were sexy as hell. I licked and he loved it. I felt his cock harden even more, and I realized he was going to shoot, so I let go of our cocks. He whimpered.
I then ran my tongue over to the other side, grazing the right nipple on the way then tasting his right armpit.
I placed my hand on his cock again and found a puddle of precum on his belly. I used that and mine, which was dripping all over his cock and balls, to stroke us again. By now, he was writhing on the bed. Again, he was getting close, so I halted the stroke. He whimpered.
My tongue was back on his neck, and I worked my way up his throat. Once my mouth found his again, I slipped my tongue in. He tried to go for a heavy bit of making out, but I was in control and kept it gentle and delicate. This drove him wild. His cock was on fire, and the precum was flowing like syrup.
He whimpered as I left his mouth and worked my way down his torso again. I made a slow and steady trail with my tongue to his navel and oh so sexy belly. I love a muscleman’s belly. There was also plenty of love juice on his belly to lap up, and lap it up I did.
I then found the tip of his cock with my mouth, and I gently sucked on it. He whimpered.
Then I took it all in, slowly, but steadily, and it pulsed in my mouth, so I slowed my suck to a crawl, so to speak.
“Let me come.”
It was the first words he had spoken.
I released his cock, looked into his eyes and winked.
He whimpered.
I then proceeded to lick down his left leg. There is nothing sexier than a compact muscle guy’s legs – except for every other part of him. He was just delicious. When I got to his foot, I looked up, and his dick was just as hard, and I wasn’t touching it anymore. I took one toe into my mouth and sucked on it. He whimpered. I then tasted all his toes very slowly.
I still had not made a sound. This was all about him. But, my cock was hard and making a mess or precum on my floor. I didn’t care. I had him where I wanted him.
I then worked my way up his right leg after savoring those toes for a long time.
I didn’t know how much time had passed, but I guessed maybe an hour or so.
I reached his crotch and took one full ball in my mouth, and his cock jumped. He whimpered. Then I took both balls in my mouth, while my hands gently stroked his thighs.
I released his balls after getting them good and wet and licked up the length of his throbbing cock. I knew it must hurt from being hard so long. I know mine did.
I found the head all wet with precum and a huge puddle on that sexy belly again. I licked it all up then took his cock in my mouth again. He whimpered.
By now, my hands were working his balls, and my mouth was gently stroking his cock while my tongue found that sweet spot where the head meets the shaft. You know that spot where all the nerve endings meet.
He yelled, “Oh God.”
He shot.
I swallowed.
I shot without touching myself.
I licked him clean.
He thanked me.
I untied him and gave him directions to the Metro.
He refused to leave.
I was happy.
THE EX
I decided to go to the gym early that day, a Sunday, so I figured the place would be empty. I changed in the locker room, and when I emerged, who would be standing at the front desk but my ex.
We had not seen each other in over a year – since he moved to Minneapolis. What the hell was he doing here, now? Why was he back in town?
“Hey, sexy,” he greeted me.
“What are you doing in town?” I asked.
“Here on business.” Then, he leaned into me and said, “And, I am horny as hell.”
“That’s nice,” I replied and went upstairs to the workout floor. I really was not in the mood for his bullshit.
I did my workout and spotted him on the treadmill for a second, but I was also proud of myself for not caring one bit that he was there. It took me a long time to get over him, and I finally was.
After an hour, I had lifted all I cared to lift, and I went back downstairs to the locker room to shower. I brushed my teeth (I don’t know why working out gives me a bad taste in my mouth), stripped out of my sweaty gear, grabbed a towel and entered the shower room. Mine is an old fashioned gym with an open shower room. Being it was early Sunday morning, I and about two or three other people were actually in the gym, so the shower room was empty.
I was soaping up and had closed my eyes for a second when I heard, “Man, you are looking hot as ever.”
There he was, under the shower head next to mine, in his hairy, muscular glory, with that thick cock just hanging there, as I fondly remembered it.
“Thanks,” I muttered and proceeded to soap myself up.
“How’s life?” he asked.
“Good,” I answered as I was not really in the mood for conversation. I just wanted to clean up and get on with my day.
“Not much for talking today are you?” he said. Then he placed a soapy hand on my cock.
I didn’t stop him, nor did I get hard.
“You usually harden up right away,” he said as he used his other hand to cup my balls.
Then I started to get hard. Damn motherfucker, he knew how to get me up.
I pulled away.
“Really don’t want to go there,” I said. “It took me a long time to get over you, so let’s not fuck things up, OK?”
He nodded. “No problem. I just like touching you and wouldn’t mind having that up my ass right now.” He winked.
I smiled at him as if he were a petulant child.
“I’m staying at the hotel next door. My flight leaves at noon, so I have an hour to kill.”
“How long have you been in town?” I asked as if I cared.
“About a week.”
Now, the old me would have said something to the effect of ‘you’ve been here all week and you didn’t call.’ But, I was beyond that.
“I should have called.”
“Why?” I asked.
He just looked at me then my dick, which had gone down a bit.
“Wow. You really do move on.”
“Yep,” I answered.
I finished my shower, grabbed my towel and exited the shower room.
He finished up then opened his locker, which turned out to be next to mine.
I dressed. He dressed. I said a quick goodbye and exited the gym. No sooner had the door closed behind me then it opened again.
“Fuck me now,” he said to me from behind as I turned to walk down the street. “I am right next door, just take me and fuck me.”
I turned and looked right at him. Should I fuck him? Would it bring back old feelings? Would this be a mistake? Could I do this and walk away again?
“What the hell,” I said and followed him up to his hotel room.
No reason for pretense, we already saw each other naked in the shower room, we were together for over three years. No mystery there. We were naked in seconds.
I grabbed the bottle of lube that was on the night stand, greased up my hard pole pushed him back on the bed, lifted up his legs, aimed my dick, and entered swiftly.
He didn’t even grimace, or yelp; he just smiled.
He put his hands behind his head and flexed his biceps. His dick was rock-hard an
d throbbing on his belly, and I was pounding him into the next time zone. He knew flexing his biceps would make me even harder. His kissed one then the other, while his hot, big, hairy ass swallowed my dick.
I fucked for points. I was determined to get off in him and fuck him until he begged me to stop. It takes me a long time to come, so he was in for a real long ride.
I leaned down and kissed him. Long and hard, we wrestled tongues, then he stuck his out, and I sucked on his tongue while I continued to drill him.
He was in heaven. What a bottom slut he was. His dick was dribbling all over his belly, and he was still flexing those baseball-sized biceps and smiling like a fat kid eating cake.
I don’t know how long I fucked him. I just kept going and going. This was better than cardio. Finally, I knew I was going over the edge, and I looked right at him, right in the eyes.
“I am going to seed your guts,” I said low and with a growl. And, I emptied my balls into him and continued to pound him until he let out a moan and came without touching himself.
I pulled out.
“I need a shower,” I announced, then walked into the bathroom, turned on the water, and stepped in.
This is when he would usually join me. He didn’t, and I was glad. I cleaned my dick, then took a long piss in the shower. I stepped out, grabbed a towel, and looked in the trash can. There were two empty Fleet Enema bottles. Miserable slut cleaned himself out, knowing he would get fucked this morning. Nothing changed. And, that is when I knew even fucking him wouldn’t make me love him again.
I dressed and said goodbye.
I never gave him another thought. As a matter of fact, by lunchtime, I had forgotten I had even fucked him.
DUDE, IT WAS JUST
A BLOW JOB
Sometimes being horny can get you into a situation that you find isn’t worth the mind-blowing orgasm you experienced.
OK, it wasn’t mind-blowing, but it satisfied a need.
There I was walking my dog when this hot older man, a kind of daddy type, stopped to pet my dog, and chatted me up.
He offered me a blowjob.
I accepted.
I told him where I lived and to give me thirty minutes, so we could finish our walk, and I could shower.
He knocked on my door exactly thirty minutes later. I answered wearing nothing but sweat pants. I showed him to the bedroom, dropped my sweats and lay down on my back. I told him to strip, and for a sixty-year-old (or even a forty-year-old), he had a pretty nice body.
He climbed between my legs and proceeded to give me one of the best blowjobs of my life. He told me what a perfect dick I had, and how it tasted so good, and all that other bullshit you hear in bed.
He worked me good, and I shot in his mouth.
He didn’t swallow. Instead, he ran into the bathroom and spit it out in the sink. Then, he washed his mouth out with soap.
That was a total turn-off. I would rather he let me shoot on myself than attempt to swallow.
He smiled asked if he could do it again sometime, and I said yes. He was on his way.
It was just a blowjob.
I then got an email from him. Somehow, he found me on Facebook. He told me how hot I was, and how he hoped I wasn’t freaked out. He wanted me to feel comfortable. He went on and on about feelings and God knows what. He offered to do me again.
I emailed back. “Dude, it was just a blowjob.”
We ran into each other on the street a few days later. He told me how he wanted to blow me again. I said I was busy, but maybe some other time. He continued wherever he was going. I went home.
He emailed me later that day saying how I shouldn’t get so uncomfortable when I see him on the street, and he found me so attractive and wanted to suck my dick again.
I emailed back, “Dude, it was just a blowjob.”
Later that week, there was a knock on my door. I looked through the peep hole. It was Daddy BJ.
He asked if I was horny. I politely asked that he not drop by again. I said it was nothing personal, but I wasn’t in the mood.
He pulled out a gun. He pointed it at my chest. He pulled the trigger. I fell to the ground. He looked at me. I mumbled back, “Dude, it was just a blowjob.”
And everything went black.
STEPBROTHERS
With spring semester over, Adam headed home for the summer before his senior year at State University. His mother had remarried in the last month, and she and her new husband were still on their honeymoon, so Adam knew he was coming home to an empty house.
After a three-hour drive, he was happy to be pulling up in front of the house, and he noticed the hatchback parked in the driveway and figured it must belong to one of his new stepfather’s kids, probably checking on the house.
Adam pulled his suitcases out of the trunk and walked up the walkway, let himself in, and walked right up the stairs. After a long drive, he was in no mood to talk to anyone.
He put the suitcases in his room, and the first thing he noticed was how hot it was in the house. If one of his new step siblings was there, why didn’t he turn on the AC? Adam shook his head and took off his shirt.
Adam had been lifting weights since he was sixteen. His body was perfectly proportioned and nicely muscled at five-foot-eleven and 185 pounds. He inherited his mother’s smooth chocolate brown skin and his father’s large round ass, among other large assets.
He walked downstairs to turn on the air conditioning. While adjusting the thermostat, he heard the front door open and someone saying goodbye, followed by a car speeding away. He remembered his stepbrother from the wedding. Louis was a little taller than Adam at six-foot-one, but he was leaner. His nineteen-year-old stepbrother had thick black curly hair and very dark features much like his father’s, with black eyes and thick lips that begged to be kissed.
Adam remembered talking to him at the wedding and wondering if it would be incestuous to lay his new stepbrother.
“Hey, Adam,” Louis said as he extended his hand. The two of them shook hands.
“Dude, what’s with not turning on the AC? It’s like a fucking oven in here,” Adam said.
Louis shook his head and headed upstairs. That was when Adam remembered that Louis was not much of a talker, and from what he gathered from his mother and Louis’s siblings, he was not always playing with a full deck either.
Nutty or not, Adam still wondered if the boy liked to play.
He headed back to his bedroom and unpacked his bags. After putting away the last of his clothes and putting the suitcases in the closet, he headed back downstairs to the kitchen for some water. His mother always kept a large jug of water in the refrigerator, and he decided to forgo a glass and drink it straight from the jug. As he was guzzling the water, Louis walked into the kitchen.
“Adam, the man,” he said.
Adam quit guzzling for a second and looked at Louis who had stripped to his boxers. The boy was long and lean, built like a swimmer with broad shoulders and a six pack. This pissed Adam off because he knew Louis never worked out, but he did hold out hope that Louis would end up fat when he hit thirty!
“So, Louis, are you living here now, or are you house sitting?” Adam asked him.
“Wouldn’t you like to know, bro,” Louis said, and he grabbed a soda and headed back to his room.
Adam rolled his eyes and finished the jug. He filled it with tap water, put it back in the fridge and hoped it was full of bacteria for Louis to enjoy.
Adam headed upstairs, walked into the bathroom, stripped and stepped into the shower. While he was soaping up, he thought of Louis, the weirdo, standing in the kitchen wearing nothing but his boxers, and his dick started to grow. Adam had not come in a few days, so he took hold of his favorite toy and rubbed out a big load, barely taking a couple of minutes to do the deed, and hardly making a sound in the process as he learned to stay quiet while jerking off in the dorm.
He finished his shower and pulled the curtain back, grabbing a towel at the same time. Adam was sta
rtled to find Louis there flossing his teeth. The house had two full baths, why was he in this one?
Adam tried his best to conceal his cock, which was still half hard. It was difficult enough to hide when it was soft. However, Louis paid no attention to him, so Adam thought he would take one more stab at conversation.
“So, Louis, are you working or going to school?”
Louis stopped flossing and turned around to look at Adam, who had since wrapped the towel around his waist. Then he faced the mirror again.
“No,” Louis said. He finished flossing and went into the guest room, shutting the door behind him.
“What a doofus,” Adam said to himself. “I hope the little asshole isn’t here all summer.”
Adam brushed his teeth then crawled into bed.
At three in the morning, Adam was startled awake by some strange sounds. He thought there were cats fucking outside his window, but he soon realized the sounds were coming from the next room. He heard squeaking, then high pitched moaning, more squeaking, and then Louis’s voice saying over and over again, “Good boy, good boy, good boy.”
Adam never heard anyone come in. Who the hell was Louis talking to? Then he heard him yell, “AHHH AHHH AHHH,” so loudly it shook the walls. Adam buried his head in his pillow to keep from laughing. Once the screaming stopped, he then heard Louis saying, “I am such a good boy, oh yeah, good boy, good boy.” Then, there was silence.
Adam was still laughing as he thought about his strange stepbrother masturbating and congratulating himself. Then he got hard again, himself, but he was too tired to jerk off, so he rolled over and went back to sleep.
Adam woke up early the next morning and decided to make himself a pot of coffee and work out in the basement gym, provided it was still there. After locating his extra large mug, he filled it with the freshly brewed coffee and headed to the basement.
Since it was still pretty early, Adam decided to work out in just a black cotton jock strap, crew socks and cross trainers. The jock hugged his round butt and displayed his big basket perfectly, and he wished there were someone there to enjoy the view.
