Gay Erotic Stories

In the Mouth Scott We hopped in my Alfa Spider, top down, and started the 20-minute drive to my house. There was so much I wanted to say about what had just happened. But words would probably detract from the communication power of our bodies. As we approached my house, I confided in Rich my unusual ability to climax repeatedly. “If I ever push for excessive sex, kick me in the balls.” As we pulled up to a traffic light I looked at Rich, again sporting that characteristic grin. “What,” I said. “Since last Saturday when I met you, I’ve come a minimum of 30 times, maybe more,” he said as his grin broadened. “But if I ever have to push you back, I’d rather rip your balls off with my teeth.” Laughing, I thought to myself “what are the odds of falling in love with someone with my same talent? 10 million to one, 50 million to one?” Rich We got to the house and I was taken aback. There were three bedrooms equipped for different moods. The master bedroom had a shower the size of a small bedroom with a padded bench reminiscent of my own sex chair and a glass wall overlooking the ocean. “That’s what I call a getting-it-on shower,” I said to Scott. As I walked out from admiring the sex shower, I found Scott stripped to the boner, I mean, bone, standing near the bed in the master bedroom. From a distance of 15 feet I had the perfect perspective to devour this sensational cut of prime beef. His was a lean, perfectly sculpted frame, replete with ridges, mounds and valleys of flesh; his musculature was large, in some cases even massive, but not in the style of a bodybuilder, as there was no artificial bulge here. Instead, each muscle was rock-hard and molded into incredibly taut definition, without an ounce of fat between the muscle fiber and the skin. His extremities were covered with abundant and silky light brown body hair but not in the tradition of a hairy body where the hair is scruffy and the skin is obscured by the fur. This was silky hair, the type that titillates, almost tickling your hormone-packed skin. In contrast, his torso was smooth from the hollow at the base of his neck to the navel. A dark, exceedingly dense pubic bush glittered smack down the middle of his provocative frame, 5 inches wide by 3 inches high, protruding perhaps as much as 2 inches from his body. Another 4 inches of sparser hair radiated in every direction forming a venomous circle of animal magnetism, up to the bellybutton and beyond, off to the sides of the pelvis and down to the thighs and inner thighs. I could look at this raw sexual lure for a couple of minutes and blow a load on the carpet without moving a finger. But that wasn’t all. As I forced my eyes down from the near spirituality of what lay in the middle of this modern day Hercules, beautifully built tensed thighs popped into view, prominently displaying the various contours of quadriceps muscles extending in different directions and intertwined in perfect harmony. Further down, sinewy calves expanded in girth sensually and extravagantly from the narrow foot tendon. Unconsciously my eyes snapped back to the midsection to admire lovely abdominal musculature just above. The rectus muscles resembled two tense ropes, bursting prominently from the abdomen. Each rope extended from the tits to the pubic bush, splitting into three luscious mounds of hard flesh, separated by the most sensual valley running right down the middle of the body as if summoning all horny men to the divine organ. As I strained upward, the pectorals formed large hard tits, tantalizingly rounded at the base, with slightly oversized nipples (they say there is a direct correlation between a man’s nipples and his potency; I would soon find out). The upper back and neck trapezoids formed an imposing triangular muscle mass starting at the top of the neck and effortlessly blending with the muscular upper torso. The entire body was endowed with pronounced vascular clarity. The thickest veins ran down the side of his biceps sending numerous tributaries from the base of the biceps down his forearms and onto his hands and fingers. Veins jutted from his inner thighs and were even visible feeding from his abdomen and disappearing into his thick bush. When his prick rested on his belly, two huge veins hugged his engorged cavity covering the entire length of the long shaft. The provocative vascular system, intertwined with Scott’s hair cover, provocatively enhanced the overall foxy demeanor of this faultless specimen. Snapping back to the monument rising majestically from the lush pubic forest, I feasted on the beauty and exaggerated thickness of the drum of a dick now shooting straight up in the air, displaying a massive bulb near its base bulging like a balloon about to pop. My knees weakened as the distance provided the perfect vantage for complete appreciation of this work of art, now spasmodically jumping and summoning me to paradise. As I watched and admired this flawless body, unbuttoning my shirt and pants, the man flexed his biceps; I guess remembering the effect it had had on me at my apartment. The muscle strained the skin and formed an exaggerated depression in his fuzzy armpits. I exhaled violently and my dick dripped a half dozen drops of clear nectar. As I pulled down my underwear readying to approach and taste this delicacy, the tiger saved me the trip as he advanced toward me, as if pursuing his prey, with a famished look of sexual appetite. My prick was already bouncing wildly from the visual stimulation provided by his perfect body from a distance. He grabbed my ass, pressing his gorgeous love zone into mine, as his mouth muzzled my mouth in a passionate embrace. His restless tongue slithered down my neck expertly, painting a scorching line to my chest and nipples, where my man hanged hungrily until my hardened nipples begged to rip through my skin. I stood in weightless fascination, feeling the slow leak from my dick turn into a torrent, able to stand only because I held on to the strong logs hanging from this stud’s shoulders. Sensing my unrestrained sexual arousal, and knowing full well about his own growing boner, Scott buried his face in my armpit, feasting on every strand of hair and breathing deeply to absorb the manly fragrance. The armpit routine made me so hot that my knees could not sustain my weight and I slipped onto a kneeling stance as if I had entered into a religious experience. Scott moved behind me and descended to the floor as his hands slid down my abdomen exploring the multiple ridges and valleys of my torso. Blowing vigorously into my neck and covering my shoulders with short wet kisses, his hands assailed my torso in a continuous sliding motion from my chest to my pubic region, grabbing large clumps of flesh on its path. The steamy caress up and down my heaving chest and abdomen caused my tool to jump briskly and release clear liquid onto the carpet. Scott expertly pulled the skin of my dick back by pressing down at the base of the towering pole and the pleasure of his movement caused my balls to begin their ascent. As my balls began to press tightly against my throbbing shaft, I pushed Scott’s arms back and led him to the bed. I sat him down at the bed’s edge and lodged my drooling mouth on his solid thighs while my hands traced the succulent contour of his bloated calves. The intense feeling of his leg hairs on my face and my hands electrified every nerve in my body, and instinctively I buried my nose in his fragrant bush, inhaling vigorously, as my tongue flickered at the base of my man’s gigantic shaft. As Scott reached down with his rugged hands and gently squeezed my dick head, I went down on his prick as deep as it could go in my throat, triggering cries of desperation from my object of desire. My tongue hungrily massaged Scott’s tool encouraged by a steady stream of sweet liquid dribbling from his slit. I moved my mouth up and down the resplendent tower, serenaded by a crescendo of ecstatic roars of pleasure, and helped by forceful upward hip thrusts as Scott fucked my mouth energetically. His probing hands had so engorged my mushroom that each squeeze triggered wild involuntary rocking of my pelvis. I freed Scott’s shaft from the domination of my throat and caressed his dick and balls with my face, at first gently, then ruggedly, tipped by my hunk’s mad reaction to the feel of my beard on every corner of his love machine. His hip movement went into full throttle as his head fell back on the bed in agony. He pleaded for me not to stop. I hopped on the bed positioning my knee on one side of Scott’s head and my other foot on the other side dangling my dick in the vicinity of his expectant mouth. I dropped my torso down and scooped Scott’s ass with both arms, planting my hands lovingly on his deliciously blunt globes and lifting his piston into my mouth with a front-end loader motion. While I adjusted my position on my other end, Scott stuffed my balls in his mouth feasting on one and then the other. His tongue burned such a strong sensation on my swollen nuts that my cock began to jump erratically, my throat howled riotously, and my head was thrown back in ecstasy. His huge meat plopped on his stomach with a thump, splattering pre-cum in his hot frying pan of desire. When Scott released my swollen balls, I adjusted my pelvis pointing my dripping post toward his mouth. My cannon jerked maniacally unable to aim accurately into his mouth until Scott clasped my mushroom with his mouth and took control of my poker’s hysterical movement. His tongue caressed my knob in an uninhibited circular motion, gulping down the voluminous amount of pre-cum resulting from his provocative rub. At the other end, my man’s tool was frying in his own liquid and I pressed firmly on the steely shaft with my lips and chin pushing the skin up and stretching it down, pressed against his hairy stomach, igniting in him violent hip thrusts of near-orgasmic intensity. As I lifted the shaft with my thumb I was greeted with a mushroom so engorged that it had acquired a purplish hue as if no amount of blood flow could bring enough oxygen to this much flesh. The swelling had grown so enormous that I would again have trouble swallowing the dick head down my starving throat. Undeterred, I stretched every tissue in my lips and mouth and devoured his enormous tool like a cobra eating another. With our hips and mouths settled into the primal rhythm of sex, we stimulated our over-inflated and freely dripping love tools into a glorious burst of tension, accompanied by roars of love and joy. I boned his mouth until semen burst out with the propelling force of a water main break. Seconds later, Scott blasted out in a geyser. Our love juice flooded our waiting throats, overflowing from the sides of our mouths, my creamy fluid dribbling down Scott’s face to his neck and chest, his settling on his bush and inner thighs, such was the volume. The sight of my object of desire covered in my own and his own semen triggered such sexual exuberance that I continued to suck on his tool with drunken passion. As it began to deflate, I buried my nose in the huge pond of semen that drowned his pubic region. The pungent smell and the coarseness of his cum-covered hair on my lips caused my face to spin completely out of control. As our heartbeats began to slow, I pulled up Scott’s hips and cleaned the semen with my tongue, from his hair bush to his hairy perineum to his hairy thighs. Scott had pulled my hips down on his side and he turned his head to feast on some of my own cream while his hands vigorously caressed my buttocks and my crack. We didn’t think it could be this good, even after the last time. Scott Rich lay next to me after he had finished feeding on my love nectar. He looked at me tenderly, smiled, and buried his mouth in mine. He hugged me, moving his hands over every part of my body, but concentrating on his first loves, my ass and my arms. We lay in a restless embrace, communicating freely in complete silence, and exploring with our hands all body parts that minutes earlier hungered for sexual release. As we continued to express our love and passion silently, my tool, which had never fully disgorged, began to stir again. In one hole. Scott “You feel like working out?” I asked after 15-20 minutes. “Yeah, let’s break in that awesome gym,” Rich answered springing from the bed and running into the bathroom for a quick leak before heading for the gym. I slipped into some small underwear and yelled at Rich to help himself to some clothing from my closet. It took him a while to urinate, as he had to beat his prostate into submission, which wasn’t easy. I was well into my sit-ups when Rich came into the gym. He seemed awed that I would do a minimum of a thousand, followed by a couple of hundred pushups and maybe 100 pull-ups. While I had weight equipment in the room, I had never been a big fan of weightlifting and preferred to maintain muscle tone with more natural exercise. As I motioned him next to me, I noticed that the little horny mushroom head had picked a pair of brown nylon briefs, with a bright yellow and brown roaring lion in the front that a friend of mine had given me as a joke. His face beamed devilishly with satisfaction and his nearly erect tool climbed up the side of the briefs well past the roaring lion. There’s got to be some organs in that body not getting their share of blood, I thought. He lay next to me and started with his own sit-ups and for once I saw the dick-head deflating a bit as he got into the routine. We then had a push-up competition that ended in a virtual tie, although he collapsed one or two before me. He kept up with the pull-ups as well. We then moved on to some lifting and my lover confided that he fantasized about becoming sexual as he lifted. I obliged him. Whatever gave him pleasure would give me pleasure and that was the essence of this burgeoning relationship. As he got into his biceps curls, I started fondling his pumped-up arms firmly as my mouth blew softly on the muscles of his upper back. The more I caressed his musculature the faster and more intense his lifting became. It was as if the sex were an inspiration rather than a detraction of concentration from the lifting activity. While his biceps were smaller than mine were when at rest, the tension created by the weight equipment inflated this muscle group extravagantly, and in no time their feel to my touch filled my hot stick to full attention. Rich’s own dick swelled again, seemingly unaware that the man was working out and needed blood flowing to the muscle groups in question. I let him know how horny his biceps made me whispering softly in his ear while I continued my frenzied caress. Overwhelmed with desire, I sneaked my fingers into his armpits, exploring the warm underbrush. Rich moaned in ecstasy as he dropped the weights and ejected a little wet stuff into the lion’s mouth. Rich floated to the triceps curl bench, his prick tingling, and I followed like an obedient dog. This man’s best friend, that’s me. I positioned myself behind Rich on the bench, with my erect dick lunging aggressively into his backside. I embraced his arms tenderly while resting my head, and my tongue, on his shoulders. The effect of the equipment on this man’s triceps was similar; the solid muscle pumped to perfection. Feeling the hard contours of inflated triceps muscle on this gorgeous athlete intensified my breathing on his neck. Rich’s lifting tempo intensified with my continued fondling and he joined the sound of my rapid breathing with cries of pleasure from my relentless pounding up his ass. As my own arousal grew liberally, I allowed my lips and tongue to get a thorough taste of Rich’s flexing back muscles while I whined softly in his ear. I would periodically drop my arms to his crotch, each time getting a guttural groan of approval from my Adonis. My arousal transformed into uncontrolled desire, my hands glued to Rich’s tremendous bulge straining against the fabric of the lion underwear, and I gently stroked his buttocks in unison with my thick prick. My hands stroked the frontal bulge ceaselessly, soaking the lion in clear pre-cum. Holding the elastic up with one hand I squeezed his balls lightly with the other, sliding my fingers up the fully engorged shaft in a hot teasing motion. As my touch stoked his passion, Rich began to rock his hips with furious rhythm and his command of the lifting equipment began to decline as he gradually lost control of his senses. I stroked his prick squeezing the dick head into near orgasm. Placing the elastic back in place, I raked his wet pubic hair lovingly with both hands, later caressing his inner thighs with one hand each. My lover reacted to the stimulation to his thighs by intensifying his rocking motion and his cries of passion. I returned to his prick, stroking it gently but firmly squeezing loads of clear nectar from its slit, now fully opened from the excessive blood engorgement. I felt the ball sack ascending toward his body and slowly withdrew from attack mode to allow my hunk a longer stay in paradise. As he moved to the bench press, I stood up and concentrated on caressing his chest and stomach as he lifted, admiring the well-defined mounds of muscle that protruded from his flat stomach slightly covered by the sweetest blonde hair trail in the annals of male anatomy. With each bench press, his pectoral muscles inflated like balloons, stimulating such desire in my groin that my cock bobbed uncontrollably. My loving admiration opened the faucet of my love juice, wetting my shorts completely as my pole pulsated inside my shorts. I established a continuous fondling motion on my man’s jutting pectorals, sliding down his washboard stomach, grazing the hair trail, and slipping under the elastic and onto the inviting mound of curly, dark blonde pubic bliss. After a dozen repetitions, my lover couldn’t lift any longer and validated my efforts by shoving his hips with such force that the bench began to rock on its legs, the sound of the rocking bench drowned by Rich’s own savage cries of sensual desperation. I raked his pubes maniacally and squeezed his dick head, now escaping through the elastic and splattering pre-cum. His hip thrusts grew so deranged that the bench almost tipped over. Sensing his increased sensitivity I slowed my rate of stimulation, allowing enough air into his lungs for him to be able to express the pleasure I was dispensing with a simple hand job. As Rich quieted, I mounted the bench and positioned my pouch, now bursting at the seams, near Rich’s mouth. He kissed my bulging shorts, stroking my tool with his mouth through the fabric, with occasional flickers of the tongue at the pubes escaping from the sides of the pouch. My hips began to rock, at first in a rhythmic circular motion against his mouth. As Rich stoked my desire to the limit, my rocking motion became rapid and arrhythmic as if my animal were trying to escape from the intense fire lit inside my shorts. As I began to suspect impending orgasm, I dismounted and lowered my face onto Rich’s dick head. Still sticking out through the elastic, as there was not enough room inside those briefs to accommodate its state of full excitement, I vacuumed the luscious head into my mouth, squeezing it hard against the roof of my hungry mouth. The magnified stimulation made each individual moan from Rich’s mouth excruciatingly long, signaling total sexual satisfaction and surrender of bodily control. This was my cue to cool my jets, themselves whining at full throttle. I kneeled next to my lover. Cupping his head with both hands and running my fingers through his sensual head of hair, I kissed him lovingly as he propped his head up to receive my loving tongue. His hands placed on the nape of my neck, he ate my mouth with reckless appetite. After minutes of completely surrendering to each other’s innermost feeling, I led Rich to the overhead curl apparatus. As he pulled down on the weights, I gasped at the multitude of ridges of muscle spread throughout his back and now tensed to their maximum definition. I unconsciously stroked my pole, the head trying to escape through the side elastic, overfilled with pleasure. My hands attached to the most magnificent deltoids and trapezoids I had ever seen, sliding occasionally down the rest of the back muscle mass but rapidly returning. As Rich pulled down on the bar I pressed hard on every strand of deltoid and trapezoid muscle mass and as he released the bar and raised his hands I fondled the immensely sensual muscles on the side of his torso under his arms, tickling his armpits before pulling back. With uncontrollable desire I placed my mouth between my lover’s neck and shoulder allowing the inflating muscles to caress my cheeks, while my free hands searched for contentment by grabbing Rich’s pectorals in a kneading motion. Rich’s dick, seriously agitated by the excitement of this embrace, forced its way through the elastic band crying for a piece of the action. As I smothered the throbbing head, greased in pre-cum like a ball bearing, Rich let go of the bar and the weights fell on the stack creating a sharp noise that competed poorly with my lover’s cries of awakened sexual lust. The sexual activity had just become incompatible with my man’s fantasy of lifting and fucking simultaneously. His hip movement was too furious to be able to negotiate the weight lifting equipment at the same time. “Oh Scotty, don’t stop please,” he started to say but the end of the sentence dropped off into a sighing moan as he ran out of air. I lowered his lion briefs to his ankles, licking a trail on the entire length of his back as I descended. His body shivering at the touch of my red-hot tongue, Rich abruptly kicked the roaring lion away, delighted to finally free his tool yearning for action. I pushed his back forward a bit and with my hands on his delicious love handles I placed my missile on his butt between his two glorious globes of solid muscle, sliding up and down his crack. My dick lubricated the snug ditch for my increased pleasure. Rich went nuts, rocking his pelvis in absolute synchronization. Hungry to receive stimulation on the top part of my pole, I bent my knees and placed my dick-head at the base of his scrotum sliding it back to his glory hole. The gruff scratchiness of his wet perineum shag channeled all my sexual energy right up my pole, emboldening me to beg Rich to fuck my ass and empty my balls with his expert hands. Rich’s face lit up like a floodlight. He took my hand lovingly and walked me to the leg press apparatus where he had decided he wanted to enter me. “Whatever your heart desires, man,” he said encouragingly as he settled on the seat. As I approached behind him, he grabbed my shorts, pulled them down, and motioned for me to lean on the bars behind the seat while his hands grabbed my jutting ass positioning my dick close to his mouth. As he had become prone to, he lunged into my bush, including all the thick hair radiating from my pubic forest. In coordinated motion, his hands squeezed my globes from below pulling the cheeks apart and together in deliciously erotic rhythm as my head rested on the bars overwhelmed by the sensations running through my body. I stroked his biceps and shoulder muscles delighting in the constant motion of his muscle mass as he stroked my butt. I lustfully stretched to reach his pulsating cock head and squeezed it with a twisting motion. As I did so, Rich accelerated his sucking tempo. His furious breathing into my pubic forest caused my dick to begin jumping uncontrollably slapping his face. Rich steadied my tool by taking it in his mouth but my hips reacted with such force that he struggled to maintain a grip on my hood as he stroked it furiously with his tongue. He quieted my pulsating boner by pressing on it with one hand hard against my stomach and using his tongue to deliver the most delectable long licks across the whole length of my deranged dick. With the other hand he strengthened his grip on my ass cheeks, kneading passionately. The fire lit by his sweltering tongue on my pole quickly excited me to near orgasm. As my balls pressed against my shaft, just as Rich’s balls were doing in response to my serious twisting action on his tool, my lover released my dick-head into the wind, and I released his. With both of us in a total state of exaltation, I began the process of descending onto Rich’s waiting warhead. I turned to face away from him, and Rich decided to have one last bite at the apple, diving lustfully into my opening and flirting hungrily with my hole as if wanting to open if for easier entry. I nearly shot my load as the flicker of his tongue on the hair guarding my orifice sent shivers throughout my stiffened body. After rewarding him with a few of moans of approval, I began to squat expectantly onto my love’s expectant cock. As my orifice touched the prodigious tower, my knees shook almost startled by my lover’s powerful reaction as we touched. The crushing pressure of my ass awakened every nerve on Rich’s whopping helmet, and he ruptured into groveling moans of wild animalistic lust while releasing oceans of pre-cum into the hole flirtatiously rotating on his mushroom. The monstrous swelling of his triumphant dick head would not allow entry until I crushed it into my hole with the full weight of my body. I allowed him to regain control for a few seconds. As I resumed my descent onto his eager torpedo, the entry greatly facilitated by Rich’s Hoover Dam reservoir of pre-cum, his right hand cupped my balls and raked my pubic hair bush, and his left hand teased my left nipple, rock hard with excitement. Once I was all the way in, I rested there as Rich wildly moved his hands all over my chest, down to my inner thighs, his head stretched back in ecstasy. When I thrust my own head back onto his shoulder unable to withstand the sensation of his drum stretching every corner of my cavity, he began to lick my cheeks, and, on cue, started his coordinated hip thrusting action. The wet intimacy of his prick inside the tight confines of my ass spawned a torrent of moans, screams, gasps, my stomach heaving violently, completely spellbound by Rich’s red-hot poker perforating my ass and pounding on my sensitive prostate. He began stroking my wet rod, slowly at first, sensing I was way too hot, twisting his hand 90 degrees and squeezing firmly when his hand reached my knob. It was hard to determine which contributed more to the desperation in my body, the relentless crashing of his enormous tool into my bowels or the twisting and squeezing attack on my dick-head that would soon force the explosive release of the biggest load my scrotum ever produced. As I pondered the question, he accelerated the pace of jacking me off in perfect harmony with increasing the tempo of his hip-thrusting motion. Soon Rich’s motions resembled an airplane reaching takeoff speed as he applied full throttle. Similarly, our cries of sheer joy resembled the loud whining of airplane engines as they approach takeoff speed. With one powerful twisting squeeze at my bursting hood and one powerful thrust up my ass, our dicks erupted into a torrent of sweet fluid with the force of sweet crude from an oil well. Rich Scott’s ass pressed hard on my prick, involuntarily igniting my hips to stoke my hot poker up and down like pistons on an engine, diabolically searching for the tantalizing friction delivered by his burning guts. With each blast into his bulging prostate, my lover screamed with carnal desire. No act of lovemaking had ever activated my prick’s nerve endings and my mind’s uncontrolled lust like this one. Consequently, no act of lovemaking had ever climaxed in such a burst of emotion and muscle spasms, and in such a physically enormous release of creamy cum juice. My own sexual tension was enhanced greatly by the knowledge that I was dispensing pleasure beyond belief to my object of desire. The pleasure dealt to Scott by my wild animal battering his ass was automatic in the sense that my vicious fucking represented the pursuit of my own sexual gratification. I didn’t have to think about what to do; my furious drilling was an instinctive and involuntary action that launched me on the road to obscene indulgence, taking Scott with me to paradise. My mind, such as it was, had a role in coordinating the stimulation of Scott’s dick such that he too would come like he had never come before. My hand glided from the base of his shaft, jerking the whole length and twisting my hand 90 degrees as I reached the glistening dick-head, squeezing firmly on it. I knew that proper execution of this stroking action would trigger such excruciating pleasure that, combined with what I was doing to his ass, the power of his climax would have no precedent in his sexual history. Soon enough I knew I had succeeded. With my prick snuggled up tightly inside this hunk of man, convulsions detonated throughout my body as I felt the life pour out of me in the biggest release of semen I had ever experienced. But the erotic joy was magnified when I witnessed the most voluminous and forceful ejaculation in the history of orgasms. As we came together, Scott’s hips humped violently as he launched his juice an amazing three feet up in the air in what had to be more than a dozen spurts. They say that the volume of a man’s ejaculation has nothing to do with the size of his balls, but if that’s the case, there’s something else very big inside this tiger. Within my own frame of reference, this was the biggest load, delivered by the thickest pole, mounted on the most delectable hunk of flesh, propelled into the air with the greatest force, and accompanied by the most delirious scream of passion. Watching this spectacle put me in a state of orgasmic stupor as I convulsed repeatedly spurting more than a dozen jets of my love into this hunk, now completely mine. We tumbled onto the mat in what was becoming our customary embrace of thanksgiving. I told Scott we were now bound as one as it was impossible to reverse the magic of this act of flawless generosity. He just kissed me, approving. We lay in quiet sweaty embrace, caressing, with our lips and hips glued to each other. Within 20 minutes it became apparent that we hadn’t emptied our reservoirs. I asked my muscle bound lover if he intended to pump up his muscles for my own enjoyment. Despite his dislike for weights, he sprang to his feet enthusiastically and settled on the leg press seat that minutes earlier had become legendary in our lives. I crawled toward him like an approaching leopard. As Scott placed his feet on the pedals and pressed down, I gasped at the colossal mass of quadriceps that pressed against the confines of his skin. I caressed his thighs with my face, spellbound by the tickling soft leg hair spikes that sublimely blanketed the muscle and by the total rigidity of the splendid hams. Scott patiently waited as I electrified my face, my lips and my hands and forearms in this scintillating soft shag, reeking of male virility. I expressed my sexual contentment with lecherous guttural sounds. He released the weights, slowly raising his thighs. His boner began to emerge from his partially hidden pelvis like a missile emerging from its silo. The sight detonated such a strong craving in my mouth that I placed my head between his powerful legs and smothered his prick with my mouth as his solid hairy thighs stimulated my face. I moved my head up and down delivering primal heat to his prick and absorbing the tantalizing sensation of his leg hair on my face. Releasing his engorged cock my face moved to caress his nuts and perineum with my cheeks and my tongue. I licked furiously on the substantial pubic hair at the base of his bull nuts and Scott’s hips began to rotate, intoxicated by the tingling sensation in his groin. Inspired, my tongue licked up and down his bursting shaft as he uncontrollably uttered that I was driving him out of his mind. My foxy hunk began to press on the pedals as if to control his sexual agony. I jerked my head out of the way in fear of being crushed by the gigantic musculature. As his legs straightened, fully revealing his massive pole, now pulsating in desperation, I firmly controlled the prick’s frantic movements by pressing on it with my face allowing the glorious meat to caress every inch of my face. As my desire grew in a splendid crescendo of hormonal drunkenness, I again slipped his tool in my mouth uncontrollably encircling his colossal dick head with my burning tongue. I stimulated the rim with by pressing with my lips, washing down his sweet pre-cum down my throat. His hands firmly fondled my lower back and my buttocks. Scott began pumping on the entire weight stack continuously and I stood back admiring all the faultlessly defined intertwined muscle strands adoringly as they swelled lavishly against his skin. I grabbed one solid ham with one hand on the inner thigh and one hand on top where the largest muscle mass strained from the skin, and furiously fondled the muscle mass with my hands and forearms. With each push and release of the weights my aching dick swelled from the stimulus that my hands telegraphed, and from the pleasure of Scott’s manly hand racing on my backside squeezing on any muscle mass he encountered. After 20 repetitions, Scott turned 90 degrees and my lips rose to meet his in a torrid wet kiss. Knowing of my weakness for his biceps, he moved into position in front of the biceps apparatus, setting the weight relatively low. I think he understood that I’d be attacking so viciously that he would not be able to control a lot of weight. Again I delayed his start as I emotionally embraced him running my hands all over his washboard stomach and kissing his back repeatedly. As I teased his torso, his rope-like muscles flexed, substantially augmenting the fire raging in my boner. I grabbed bunches of navel hair between two fingers and pulled the hair from his skin as he threw his head back on my shoulders savoring my delightful teasing. I pulled on tufts of hair filled and raked his pubic bush until loud groans emerged from his rocking head. I moved my hands to the biceps, my mind twisting into a sensational knot of pleasure. I grabbed the solid trunks eagerly as he began lifting. Each lift produced an intoxicating orange-sized protuberance that disappeared into the skin as the weights descended on the stack. I cupped the mounds firmly with my hands, throwing my head back in complete ecstasy. When my pre-cum began to discharge heavily from my over inflated rod, I placed my torch firmly between Scott’s buttocks sliding softly up and down the divine ditch. Because Scott was a couple of inches taller than I, my dick fit between his gluteal mounds precisely and I did not need to strain in my sliding motion. Knowing of my fetish for his bulging arms, Scott encouraged me to jerk my rocks off and to forget about him. The closeness that I felt for this hunk of man as he urged me to allow him to drive me to unrequited sexual release is indescribable in words. But my exaggerated groans of passion told the story accurately. While reluctant to comply with Scott’s request, my loving instinct was overcome by the roaring inferno between my legs. My lover lifted delectably slowly. He paused at the top of each repetition, allowing me to savor those luscious mounds of sinewy flesh completely. He lowered the weights as deliberately as I heaved uncontrollably and as my hips forcibly shoved my soaking wet barrel up and down the idyllic glide path. With each teasing repetition I blurted a joyous howl as I hungrily fondled those rock-hard mounds of manly virility. Each time a squirt of pre-cum shot from my dick I struggled to slow my thrusts wanting to extend this torturous exaltation for the rest of my life. Each contraction of his biceps robbed me of strength to control myself. I was nuts. I couldn’t breathe. As the fire in my groin burnt out of control, my gliding motion transformed into violent convulsions of untamed lust. Sensing my imminent orgasmic release, Scott held the bar at the point where the protuberance and rigidity of his celestial mounds of flesh were at their largest! His pause would allow me to come while holding his muscle mass at its most arousing state of contraction. Pressuring Scott’s mounds with all my strength, my hips convulsed savagely, my love tool swelled beyond maximum engorgement detonating an explosion of such magnitude I cried in demented exaltation pushing groans from deep in my abdomen. Jet after jet of thick love juice gushed from my aching dick-head flying several feet before landing on Scott’s upper back, my own head and face as well as all over the mat. My thoughtful hunk maintained his position; the sexual craving awakened by the touch of the massive biceps extended my orgasm for nearly a minute, until I collapsed, out of breath, squirming on the floor. Scott As Rich’s fountain of cum slowed to a trickle, my lover collapsed on his knees catching his breath. I lowered the weights on to the stack, careful not to make a racket that would detract from Rich's trance of sexual fulfillment. Before I could turn, my horny best friend had plunged his tongue right into my butt hole and had begun to knead my ass cheeks at a frenzied pace. Thankful and still filled with prolific sexual drive, Rich touched me fiercely. My flagpole, already solid from a wonderfully erotic vicarious experience, sensed its turn and began to jerk uncontrollably lubricating the path for my ready cum load. The throbbing animal hurled the lubricating juice lightly in the air with each involuntary jerk upward. Rich continued to devour my backside forcefully, nearly rendering me unconscious when he expertly slid his tongue from my calves through my inner thigh to my scrotum in single erotic strokes. At the top of each stroke, he moistened each strand of hair in the dense hair patch of my perineum as I quavered from the intensity of the sensation. He brought his radiant face to mine, thanked me with just one word, and lodged his lips on mine flirting with my tongue in a quiet embrace. He grabbed me by the hand and led me to the bench press machine, instructing me along the way that it was my turn to sit back and not worry about him. He sat in the middle of the bench facing inward and motioned for me to take my place in front of him. As he surveyed the situation he asked for a broom or mop and I got him an old mop. He raised the bench press bar as far as it would go and placed the mop between the weights on the stack below and the single weight attached to the bar, thus securing the bar in place just above my head. This rig allowed my body to rest against the equipment frame leaving the bar handy for balance or leverage. As I settled in place, he attacked at the same place he had left off minutes earlier. He lay down on the bench, face up, and his tongue licked a trail from my butt hole to my ball sack. He tenderly took each ball in his mouth, releasing it after fully encircling it with his tongue. His nose inhaled deeply every available sniff of pungent manhood in my most erogenous zone. His hands reached for my nipples as if to ensure no part of my body was left unhardened. My dick screamed approval as it bopped above his head in a vicious dance of raw desire, releasing raindrops of sweet pre-cum that landed on Rich’s tits. My hips rotated on his lips furiously. The pressure on my gut released long moans of desperation. Rich slid his head out from underneath my butt, stood, turned, and mounted the bench with insane speed. Without skipping a beat, he allowed his hands to fondle my tits grabbing each nipple and pinching it before fondling desperately with his tongue. I caressed his back and marveled as I spied his dick dancing and pointing in full erection literally minutes after disgorging a massive load of cream into my ass. He sat on the bench and buried his nose in his favorite forest of pubic hair. His tongue bathed the area as he moved around methodically to all the brush radiating from the main forest. The ticklish stimulation was so potent that my pre-cum faucet dripped relentlessly and I noticed that his torrent of clear nectar was not far behind. Un fucking real, I thought. As I investigated superman’s dick acrobatics, his mouth enveloped my mushroom and he rotated his head from side to side while sucking hard on my bursting bulb. This great sucking technique generated indescribably pleasurable friction on my pulsating cock and drove me crazy with desire. I let him know verbally and by involuntarily shoving half my cock into his mouth, nearly gagging him. I jerked his pole with my hands, but he directed them away as if reminding me I should only focus on my own appetite for this round. As he rotated his head from side to side on my red-hot poker, turning my nipples into steel rivets with his fingers, my hips began to rock erratically as the sweltering fire in my groin wrested control from me. Rich alertly lowered his rugged hands to my ass cheeks and took control of my hips himself, steadying them and allowing his mouth to do the talking. He hungrily rotated his head from side to side, like a fucking washing machine, as I pressed back against the frame of the apparatus with my hands holding on to the bar above my head. Rich sucked my dick with such force that slurping noises filled the room, competing with my animalistic howls I shut my eyes tightly as my fire hose blasted my love cream into Rich’s throat, pushing his head off my tool. He came back like a hungry animal shifting on his seat get a better grip on my demented hips. The volume of hot semen was so great that love juice started to flow from the sides of his mouth as I continued to shoot and shoot while ecstatically rocking my head around like a mortally wounded animal. Rich continued sucking as my dick deflated, obviously reeling in unsatisfied arousal. I pushed him back to the far edge of the bench and dove on his tower already on the verge of orgasm. I applied the same side to side pressure on his huge head and in seconds I ruptured his reservoir of love as he poked his pole violently down my throat firing streams of cream into my mouth rocking the bench from side to side. I kept sucking on his tool until the last drop had erupted from his dick-hole, amazed that there were fluids in there at all. I collapsed on the floor on one side of the bench and Rich rolled off the other side. We lay apart after orgasm for the first time having only enough energy for our hearts to beat and our lungs to breathe. My lover now had a one-shot advantage and I wondered if I could catch up. After a few minutes, I asked how he could blow two big loads minutes apart. He didn’t answer. It was a while before we had enough energy to move. In the Water Rich Our bodies were spent after the killing workout and we headed for the shower. In its own way, the shower itself was fucking erotic. There were jets everywhere. Scott explained he had to install a special pump to get all that water in the shower, plus he had to install additional drains to get all the water out. We decided on taking a cold shower. Contrary to popular belief, cold showers awaken sexual appetite, and these two mating studs were in desperate need of a battery recharge. We stood in the stall enjoying the relaxing running water, eating our mouths once again as jets of water deliciously teased our cracks. Scott’s dick stood slightly less than horizontal but mine was as pumped as it had been all night. Even everlasting Scott looked at my in disbelief. “You just blew two massive loads minutes apart. Doesn’t it hurt to be slapping your belly with your cock this quickly?” Scott asked, almost concerned. I couldn’t explain it. Every minute in the company of this man, and with every climax he took from me, I grew progressively more sexually aroused. I felt sure my dick would collapse at some point but I was determined to feed it as long as it needed food, provided the hunk of flesh standing next to me could as well. I asked Scott to turn off the jets and I picked up the soap. I told him I would give him a baby bath he would never forget. He smiled and his tool stirred a little bit. I began to soap his arms and torso, sprinkling in some water periodically to keep the soap moist. We had experimented with so many arousal techniques tonight that the freshness of fondling Scott’s arms and chest with all the lubrication provided by the soapsuds immediately agitated my senses as I purred softly in Scott’s ear. As I worked the suds into his every pore, adoringly squeezing all his muscles, hardened by our workout, it wasn’t long before Scott’s horizontal dick position was history once again. I checked as he hummed in approval of my probing hands, and, sure enough, the flag was at full staff. He caught me spying and grabbed my cheeks with both hands and brought my mouth to his, plunging his tongue into my expectant mouth. As he kissed my lips, I began to soap his back and his buttocks, delighting, in particular, by the effortless glide on his hardened gluteus muscles. Freeing myself from his kiss, however reluctantly, I soaped his crack with a few strokes, finally converging on his butt-hole. I washed the hole in circular motion for several minutes until his breathing began to race, his purring giving way to animal howls and his pole beginning to jerk uncontrollably. Inspired by his effusive expression of arousal and approval, I startled him by pushing two fingers into his burning hole, unsteadying him a bit. Undeterred, I continued torturing his hole, offering Scott my other arm to steady him. He grabbed one of my biceps and rested his face on it, vigorously working his tongue into my hairy armpit, almost crying. His dick spasms were now coming fast and furious and I took control of the shaft soaping it with rapid strokes up and down the tool, alternating to the thick pubic hair all around it and the two eggs hanging proudly from the base of his pole. Scott now shivered with raw desire and had also unsteadied me with his relentless sucking deep in the hollow of my pit. Concerned that our exalted state would make us lose our footing, or worse, make us come prematurely, I proceeded to finish his bath by washing his legs. As I got on my knees, I marveled once again at the definitional beauty of all the different thigh muscles and I began to run my lips hungrily up and down those massive thighs. The coarseness of his wet hair cover violently increased my arousal and my dick began to pump its homemade lubrication. I forced myself to rinse him off with the hand showerhead, teasing his special zones with the jets, his head sometimes thrown back in sheer delight. I was treated more or less to the same routine with one delicious innovation. Instead of soaping my glory hole with his hands, Scott soaped his own dick and used his staff to spread soap on my hole and shampooing my hairy perineum. He pumped the section with his hardened mushroom lavishly. I moaned with desire and nearly came, as he wouldn’t obey my plea to stop. My dick was again an open hose of pre-cum and I had to physically push him away to preserve my load. After he rinsed my entire body, he picked up a bottle of longer-lasting soapsuds and fully soaped his love zone and mine, lying down on the bench ready for action. I kneeled in front of him and paused to appreciate the beauty of two hot rods readying for man-to-man sex. His dick rested on his stomach extending invitingly to his belly button and I derived substantial arousal from observing his greater length and girth compared to mine. Knowing from previous sexual encounters that my own meat was enormous, the sight of a bigger one stimulated my sexual appetite to the moon. His pole was completely engorged to such excessive thickness that his expansive field of pubic hair was at least half covered by the pulsating animal. My admiration was clearly arousing to Scott as his dick head began to bop against his torso mixing sweet pre-cum with the soapsuds. He beckoned, “Come on buddy, slap that tenderloin on my bush.” I reminded my hunk that there was nothing tender about my loin as I lowered my burning rod onto his sliding my length slowly and lightly up and down his. Scott reached down and struggled to squeeze them together, and I let out a moaning sound leaving a few drops of clear liquid in his hand. As I propped myself on top of him with both arms extended on each side, Scotty caressed my bulging triceps as I softly pumped his promontory with my now prick. My bull nuts slammed against his hairy perineum. He dropped his hands to my ass cheeks, kneading my muscled globes. I dropped on my elbows and we kissed and sucked and licked our faces and our mouths as our dicks rode tightly against our solid bellies. I pushed my body up again, fully extending my arms, and began to pump more rapidly, my balls still slapping onto his. I could feel our inflated mushrooms, purple with sexual appetite, dripping profusely. As Scott cupped my butt mounds coordinating the thrusting motion, the coarseness of his wet hair tearing at my love tool lit a special fire in my groin as my organ spewed pre-cum violently. I pumped with raw animal instinct, unable to heed Scott’s requests to slow down, until I felt a torrent of cream traveling at full speed up my flagpole. I exploded with earthquake force and covered our stomachs with endless gobs of hot love juice. As the torrential force of my release began to slow, Scott ripped with the most incredible howl of animalistic lust, burning my love region with his own flood of steaming semen. As our pricks churned all the love juice into a froth, the kinky sensation of his hot semen on my pelvis re-ignited my receding orgasm and my pelvic muscles continued to convulse without any more fluid to expel. It felt like coming twice with seconds of separation and I burst into a hysterical embrace of the man that could trigger such emotion in my body. I kissed him all over, letting him know that he was the greatest lover in the universe. As Scott and I sucked each other’s faces, each surrendering his being to the other, I marveled at the regenerative power of cold water and pledged to never use hot water again. In the other hole Scott After we dried ourselves, I suggested that we go cool off outside, though I doubted that the magic of Rich’s lovemaking would ever again allow me to cool. We both slipped into nylon running shorts and sat on the slope in the back of the house under a star-studded sky. I knew my neighbor on one side was away for the weekend and the house on the other side had been vacant for a few weeks. I was thus prepared to allow whatever my lover desired to happen. I sat on the slope with my feet below my butt and my legs raised to a right angle at the knee. Rich naturally positioned himself between my legs with his back pressed against my torso. His hands tenderly moved up and down my legs, tickling and teasing my leg fuzz, while my hands slowly caressed his arms now more attractively pumped by all the exercise. Incredibly, I was already hot as a pistol, but the serenity of sitting with the man of my dreams under the beautiful night sky awakened in me a desire to enjoy my lover in a mellow sexual way, at least for a little while. As we sat there gently tickling our body hair, I felt sure Rich’s heart was in the same place as he sat undaunted by my hard pole pressing lightly on his backside. We shared our innermost feelings during this past week, coming to understand how we both independently had determined to repress sexual activity until we had given our hearts time to fall devotedly in love. I confided that I loved him in a minute but that nobody could distinguish sexual attraction from devoted love without knowing the other person. Rich agreed and confessed he had felt the same way. On Thursday night he decided he was certain he loved me. Once that metaphysical reality set in, he was going out of his mind with every second he had to wait to make love to me. The verbal exchange trailed off and we sat silently resuming our quiet caress of our extremities for a long time. Eventually, however, hormonal instinct wrested control. It all started again when Rich propped himself tighter against my already raging boner. I slid my index finger up and down the silhouette of his pole busting out of his shorts to signal my concurrence that it was time to once again give our hearts and bodies to each other. Rich had a smooth chest, but he had little tufts of hair on his nipples, extending about half an inch from his body, that drove me pretty wild. There were so many things on his body that attracted me that I hadn’t had had time to get to the tufts of hair yet. The position we were sitting in was perfect for exploring the neglected area. I bent two fingers to a right angle at the joints and moved them around the nipples just off his body, brushing the tufts of hair each time my fingers passed. I took precaution not to touch his nipples in the dark to allow him to concentrate fully on the sensation created by the hair tease. My playfulness further awakened his hormones, which in turn awakened the tips of his nipples, hardening them to protrude almost as far as the hair, thus interfering with my teasing game. Moreover, my hair tease was a low tolerance process incompatible with a body made restless by testosterone flowing freely through its vascular tissue. Still, the tufts accomplished the objective of starting the flame and now it was time to fan the flames with something else. The balls of my fingers pinched the hardened nipple tips and my nails tantalized the nipples as Rich shifted restlessly and emboldened me as he cried, “Oh baby you’re the best.” As I stiffened my grip on his nipples, Rich shifted his weight onto his side and began to slide his face on my inner thigh, kissing, licking, and sucking my hair. I pulled him back up and stroked his entire torso sliding my hands into his shorts. I tickled his pubic bush and his nuts with the fingers of both hands as Rich went absolutely berserk, begging me to continue. I pulled his cock skin back at the base of his bursting pole, causing it to hop violently as if it would topple over. As I tugged at the base, rolling around the entire circumference of his prick, his knob swelled in excitement opening Rich’s unending reservoir of sweet lubricant. I reached further down and scraped his inner thighs with my nails, awakening such sexual appetite that my lover began to bounce cuddled by my legs, which he continued to fondle firmly. As his bouncing quickened, I lifted the short’s elastic, moved it forward, and grabbed his pulsating staff with my right hand and beat it, twisting on the crown. Rich moaned and encouragingly fondled my forearms and biceps. He tipped his head back and to the side beckoning me suck his mouth. I locked on his lips and allowed his tongue to find sustenance in every corner of my mouth. Without disengaging from the passionate kiss, I moved my left leg to the other side of Rick’s trembling body. Resting on my elbow at his side, my head swirled kissing him from every angle. Such was the sexual intensity of this torrid kiss that Rich’s pole rose mightily in his shorts, leaking liquid making the shorts look like a fucking tent that had been rained on. My eyes were drawn to the scene and I released his lips from my mouth. The pre-cum had made Rich’s shorts translucent exposing Rich’s bulging mushroom through the cloth. The erotic quality of the image caused my boner to pulsate uncontrollably releasing vast quantities of clear pre-cum. I looked down on my shorts to find that my wetness now engulfed the entire front side. Rich’s mouth followed my eyes to my wet spot and he buried his nose and lips onto my own huge bulge hungrily caressing the area with his lips while his heavy breathing absorbed the scintillating fragrance of man juice. I allowed myself to collapse on the ground in enjoyment grabbing on to those arms that drove me wild with desire. Rich placed his mouth at the base of my shaft and tugged relentlessly on my dick skin awakening every nerve ending of my hot rod. My dick flexed involuntarily squirting pre-cum with each furious contraction. As I reached the edge of orgasm I pushed Rich’s shoulders back on the ground and scooted down next to him. I pulled his bulging body toward me embracing him and planting my mouth on his left nipple and delicious tuft of curly hair as his own hand caressed my upper back and, naturally, my biceps. I sucked like a nursing baby, first on one nipple, then on the other, and back to the first. Rich groaned in ecstasy until his arousal was so intense that he struggled to make the slightest sound, his moans reduced to soft and short continuous cries signaling total capitulation to sexual desire. But his hips busted violently onto my firm stomach stretching the skin on his horny pole pumping more and more blood into it. Sensing imminent ejaculation, my mouth migrated to my lover’s light brown hair trail to heaven and I bathed it with saliva as I licked up and down with long strokes from his belly button to his shorts. My nose was drawn by the odor of pubic bush and I allowed my face to stroke the area. The fragrance so enthralled my senses that my face moved violently on this man’s penis, tugging at the sensitive skin bringing him to near orgasm once again. I kissed his stomach lightly allowing him to cool down. Minutes later, I pulled down his shorts as his masthead popped out like a fucking jack-in-the-box. As the chunk of flesh steadied, I licked his shaft in long strokes from base to head. His pre-cum was the sweetest nectar I had ever tasted and swallowing it released an indescribable feeling of excitement in my groin. I scooped the mushroom into my mouth, stretching my lips to accommodate the vast knob, and squeezed more juice from the super hole. I whispered in Rich’s ear if he was ready to take my dick up his ass, quickly adding that it was all right if he wasn’t ready. Since he hadn’t asked for it, I was surprised when his face lit up like a floodlight. “I’m not only ready baby. I’m begging you to pound your monster prick up my ass with all you’ve got, hunk.” I struggled to remove my shorts as my pole popped out agitated by Rich’s sexual grovel. Dripping pre-cum profusely, I saddled Rich’s chest and offered my meat for a taste in his mouth first. He gulped the pulsating head down stroking the shaft simultaneously with his ecstatic hands. As his hand reached my dick-head with each stroke, he would pull back his lips squeezing my dripping crown with his hands. He ate me until my ball sack started to shrivel. As I moved my body down to the glory hole entrance my mouth kept sucking along the way giving one last kiss to the nipples, the hair trail and the leaking mushroom. I lifted Rich’s legs in the air and positioned my drill near his hole with my hands resting on his thighs just below the knee holding them up in the air. As his asshole and my dick-head touched, the nerve endings on my crown unleashed a transformation in my groin. My pulsating head swelled to such gigantic proportions I feared it would burst literally. My shaft stiffened insanely. My dick’s skin had never been this taut. My pelvic muscles began to contract uncontrollably, triggering frantic jerks up and down. Shots of pre-cum burst from my cock with each jerk with nearly the force of seminal ejaculation. I moaned in anticipation as Rich’s body squirmed readying for excessive stretching of his cavity. I bored into his cavity slowly, with difficulty, savoring the stimulating friction as his cavity smothered my prick. My head was so swollen that the pain of the entry cooled my excitement allowing me to repress my orgasm. Nature is wonderful. As my drill continued to penetrate, splattering lubrication everywhere, Rich rocked wildly and soon my head would slam into his prostate gland for the first time. Rich’s weeps of joy filled the stillness of night as his entire pelvis rocked savagely and his arms embraced my body and went berserk squeezing my every muscle. I pushed in and out hungrily and my lover jumped dementedly with the vicious pounding of his bursting prostate. He jerked his meat with hurricane force and I could see his dick-head splattering clear liquid on his stomach. Our long moans transformed into short and rapid cries of desperation. Our bodies suddenly tensed everywhere, and with cries of hysterical longing, we erupted together in a sea of creamy liquid. My love potion gushed from my dick overflowing his hole and rolling down his ass on to the ground. Rich shot a load of magnificent proportion vaulting well over his head, like a hose watering my lawn, his cavity convulsing squeezing every drop of cum from my spurting dick-hole. I collapsed on top of Rich, without pulling my dick out. I savored the warmth and tantalizing tightness of the sexiest chute in the universe. My pole deflated to no less than half-mast as I uncontrollably kissed every inch of his torso. I didn’t find a single drop of love juice on it. This man did not have a dick but a fucking rocket launcher. Rich remained in a sexual trance assuring me he had never felt what he just felt with my massively thick animal packing his hole. As we both recovered our senses we rolled over as a unit, my pole still firmly crammed up his ass. We kissed for what seemed hours but was only minutes, caressing each other’s arms and delighting at the touch of our pumped muscle mass. Soon I felt a muscle contraction in my groin and a trickle of pre-cum traveled through my nearly erect rod dripping from my resurrected head. I marveled at the fact that I was unable to lose my state of engorgement for more than five minutes in the presence of this man. I rolled on my back, helping Rich to ensure my dick remained in position. His dick was proudly standing up in the air, as usual. I grabbed it with my hands and began to jerk up and down as my hips involuntarily began to shove my fully rigid pole frantically in and out of his love canal. Rich’s thighs bulged with desire as they forcefully thrust his midsection in flawless coordination with my hips. His neck, stiffened by sexual delight, moved his head erratically in every direction while screaming hysterically. Suddenly his breathing and screaming turned decidedly orgasmic, his stomach muscles visibly convulsing as he gasped for air, and his hips thrust violently up in the air. His muscles stiffened everywhere and he kept coming and coming and coming in the most powerful dry orgasm I had ever witnesses. His prick jumped violently but did not eject but a few dribbles of semen, despite the serious pounding his prostate suffered at the hands of my own cock. My man was spent. As I watched such violent convulsions of sheer animal pleasure, my own body exploded in ecstasy and my dick shot another load up his ass. My furious thrusts whipped my semen into an airy consistency and the fluid stuck on my love bush like an ointment. Rich rose with a tortured look and lay on top of me with his side resting on the ground and his tool flopped on my inner thigh. He caressed my chest with his face while his hand tickled my neck playfully. My hands directed his head movement over my heart, still beating rapidly in complete sexual contentment. In the Beginning Rich We went inside to get some sleep. We were spent. We had tied on number of loads expelled, but I beat him by one orgasm, which made me feel guilty. But Scott comforted me by saying, “I’m thrilled you came more times than I did.” Scott put some music on and we collapsed on his bed, henceforth our bed, absolutely giddy. We would sleep with Scott’s back against mine, his ass lodged in my naked groin and my arm tenderly embracing his chest. I would blow kisses on his back and caress his entire torso, establishing a routine that would be repeated nightly. As the beginning week of our torrid relationship drew to a close, the end marked the true beginning of a great love story. I would never set foot in my apartment again except to get clothes and, eventually, to move my belongings to our love nest by the ocean. I dropped my plans to purchase the downtown gym, joining Scott in the landscaping business, and using the money to expand the company. In this way, we would not be separated during the day. While not every day was as hot and furious as the first night, many were. Our promiscuity was involuntary. Every night of sexual ecstasy increased our appetite for another, and another, and another. Each time we found new ways to awaken feelings we didn’t know we had. Most of all, we each recognized the good fortune of finding probably the only partner in the entire world that could fully satisfy the everlasting sexual appetite in our groins.