Gay Erotic Stories

I stand inside my garage and watch from the window, praying to see him. I do a lot of work in my yard, hoping he might get friendly or at least neighborly and come over and talk over the fence. Ideally, he would step over the fence and come into my garage, but I fear I’m only dreaming. I don’t know why I torture myself…he is unattainable; so far, unapproachable…but I still put myself through the awful frustration. It’s the same kind of frustration I endured in high school when I lusted after some of the other jocks. Trying to keep up the façade of being a jock-stud myself was made worse by the constant ache in my soul for the muscle hunks all around me.

Then one day my world changed, and so did my life. Don Harris changed everything, deliberately, almost with calculating cunning. I was working in my garage, cleaning up the work bench that I had placed under the window facing the neighbor’s garage. Planning to also work out in the yard later, I had on a pair of gym shorts that I’d had in high school, and work boots. No shirt; I hoped foolishly that Don would take note of my body as I did his. I was a bodybuilder of sorts, and I had muscles that attracted attention. I saw Don’s service door standing wide open and I could see his movement inside his garage--a certain way he moved he made a silhouette against the light from the window in the other side of his garage. I suspended work on my workbench and watched. I did a double take. From what I could see, he looked like he didn’t have any clothes on! At least I saw glimpses of bare flesh, including the round curve of his butt. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it. It hit me too, that his wife was out of town on business. I was reminded of that the day before when I saw him kissing her good-bye in front of the house. I let my imagination run wild. His wife was out of town, he was running around mostly naked in his garage and he had his garage door standing wide open. I came up with my own personal, selfish conclusions. I didn’t know what to do. Go over and say hello? Would it be too bold, and obvious? I’d never gone over to his garage when he was out there. I cursed myself for not having the courage to do so now. I did the next best thing. I grabbed a rake and headed out in the yard. I raked along the fence that separated our yards, which was as close as I could get without going over the fence and dashing into his garage. I dared to glance his direction from time to time to see if he had noticed me. I wanted to yell “hello” but I couldn’t find my voice. I could barely find the strength to keep my legs from buckling I was so nervous and excited. I went in the garage to get a trash bag and when I returned I got the shock of my life. There was Don, standing in his doorway, naked except for his work boots and a flannel shirt open down the front with the sleeves cut off. He was naked, for all practical purposes--naked and exposed. My eyes raked over his heavily muscled body, the broad, thick layers of his pecs spattered with hair and the straight line of hair separating his armor-plate abs. I took in his massive, hairy thighs but only in my peripheral vision; my attention was directed at his manhood.

Big. Massive. Thick. Meaty. Heavy. It seemed to be stretched downward by the weight of the head alone, the size of a baseball. I could even make out the thick bluish veins networked around the shaft suspended over a pair of balls that belonged on a stallion. He reached one hand down and scratched his pubes, causing his cock to sway majestically in the sunlight. I saw a glistening at the tip, like a diamond in the piss slit. It was a diamond of his precum oozing out. I literally drank in the sight of his magnificent manliness, feeling light headed at the sight of him, and from the prospect of what it meant, him standing there like that on display. In all those short moments, I hadn’t dared to look up into his face. Finally, I did, and found a lop-sided, mischievous grin spread more to one side of his handsome face than the other. I attempted to smile back, but it felt goofy and I’m sure it looked goofier. He chuckled, silently. I could tell only by the rippling, dancing of his solid abs.

“Why don’t we deep-six the inhibitions and get better acquainted, neighbor,” he said. His deep voice fairly boomed across his yard but reached my ears as a husky whisper. How did he know! I was as straight-acting as the next guy. I never brought guys home. In most other circumstances I would’ve been thought of as the neighborhood hunk. But this big stud had wrenched that title from me when he moved in. While he was waiting on my answer, he brushed his hand down over his manhood and made it swing back and forth. My throat was parched even though my mouth was watering. “Do you think maybe I could borrow a hammer?” he asked.

“Yes…Sure,” I replied, but was unable to move.

“You’ll have to bring it over to me, I can’t come over there like this,” he said. His invitation finally soaked in and I rushed inside to get a hammer. I knew full well he didn’t need a hammer but I was getting him one anyway. Like I couldn’t go empty-handed, but I went along with his game. I went back in the yard and stepped over the fence and made my way on shaky legs across his yard. He stepped back from the door to let me in then closed it behind us.

“Thanks,” he said, taking the hammer. “I’ll be sure and return it.” He laid it on his workbench. “Or if I forget, you can come over and get it, I usually leave the side door unlocked,” he added.

“Whichever you want,” I said in a croaking voice.

“I didn’t know whether this would work or not,” he said, indicating his nakedness. “I just knew I had to take the chance.”

“I’m glad you did,” I said. “But what made you think…”

“Nothing,” he cut in. “Nothing about you, believe me. That’s why it was such a chance…why I had to take it.”

“I’ll try to figure that out later,” I said.

“I’m a natural target for gays. But I don’t get targeted by very many of the right ones.”

“So, I’m one of the right guys?” I asked.

“You’d better believe it,” he said as he brushed his hand lightly across my chest. It surprised me, but it was such a casual thing that I didn’t think…couldn’t believe…he meant anything by it.

“So, do you want some of this?” he asked, pulling on his cock.

“I don’t want to sound greedy, but I want some of all of it,” I said as I clasped my hand over his left pec. “I’ll save that for last, if it’s okay,” I said, nodding to his cock.

“You can have everything you see; just save enough room for the main course,” he said. I leaned in and clamped my mouth over his right pec. His tit stood taut and as big as a pencil eraser. I flicked the taut rubber with my tongue, making him moan. His tit grew even bigger and harder. I sucked on it, nibbling gently with my teeth. I’d never gotten hold of such a bit tit. I squeezed and pulled on the other one. It was as big as the tip of my little finger.

“Awwhhhhh,” he moaned louder. I ran my hand up and down his stomach, thrilling to the solid plate of muscle that mad up his abs. I ran my fingers along the ridges. I loved the gentle roughness of his hair on his abs and on his chest. “Damn, you’ve got great abs,” I whispered.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” he said.

“But you’ve got ab muscles so big I can grab ‘em in my hand.”

He chuckled. “Glad you like ‘em.” I kissed up and down and back and forth across his chest. It was a long way across the thick plains of muscle, from one armpit to the other. The third trip across I happened to get a whiff of his armpits…a mixture of earthy maleness and great smelling deodorant that formed his male musk. I buried my nose in his armpit, flicking my tongue in the wild hair that grew there. He raised his arm and I buried my entire face in his pit, lapping and kissing all around. I loved the feel of his hair against my tongue. He loved it too. He urged me to the other side and I did the same to his other armpit. “Fuck, not many guys go for the armpits,” he gasped.

“There’s nothing about you that I don’t go for,” I said.

“I hope you mean that, because it gives me a lot of ideas,” he said.

“Tell me, what ideas? What do you want me to do?”

“I’ll tell you, if you don’t figure it out first.”

I kissed up his chest. The muscle was developed all the way up to his neck thick and meaty and I dug my teeth into it at the inner ledges that formed his cleavage. I kissed his neck but when he turned his head away I retreated and worked my way back down his chest. I moved lower, across his abs. His stomach was as spacious as his chest and just as beautifully developed. Two rows of big, hard lumps of muscle all the way down to his pubes, with deep ridges around the perimeter and down the middle. Two more slabs of muscles, like two tenderloins, swooped down his sides to frame his abs. He didn’t have a six pack. I counted eight and a slight indentation at the bottom of yet another set of muscles. He had the whole goddam case. Hard as hell when he tensed them, like a stack of bricks. I lowered myself on my haunches a little at a time as I kissed his abs and licked the deep ridges. I held my balance with a good grip on his butt muscles. He had big, well-developed glutes that stuck out in back in a nice, sharp curve, with saucer-like indentations in the sides. I squeezed the muscles but could barely dig my fingers into the muscle it was so hard. I tempted myself by getting close enough to let his cock touch my face. The aroma of it was almost overwhelming. I drank it in till I was heady and tempted to go for his cock, but I resisted and moved my mouth down his thighs. Developed like tree trunks, they were a little rough with hair, but the muscles stood out in stark definition and I kissed the outline of the big muscles as he flexed them for me. I moved all the way down to his bulging calves and kissed and licked them. I was so hot I was breathless; I was so consumed with worshipping this man’s body that I even kissed his feet. Moving back up the front of his thighs I urged him to turn around. He turned with his feet set wide apart, me face to face with his incredible butt. He clenched the muscles; first one then the other, making them bounce. He was showing off and I liked it. I kissed his butt all the way across, jumping the ravine between them. On the way back I pressed my mouth into the ravine. On the next trip across I dipped my tongue into the ravine. His butt quivered under my touch.

“Fuck, I hope you’re not teasing,” he said. “I love having my ass licked and tongued.”

“I’m teasing,” I said as I kept kissing all around and deeper between his buns.

“You’re a fuckin’ good tease,” he said.

Just wait, I thought. I clasped my arms around his thighs and buried my face in his butt. He pressed back against me, wriggling around, trying to wedge my face and my nose and my mouth deeper between them. I flicked my tongue out and got my first taste of his mild musk, similar to his armpits yet with a distinct aroma of its own…the smell of real male ass. He couldn’t wait. He reached behind and pulled his butt apart. I was thankful for that; I wanted his butt pulled apart but I wanted to keep my grip around his thighs. He held them apart and I pressed my mouth against his hole while I tugged my shorts down below my knees. His asshole puckered and squeezed as I flicked it with my tongue and my cock bolted upright between my legs, throbbing and quivering. When his asshole puckered up I lavered my spit all around, then probed at the hole when it relaxed. Little by little, he relaxed his hole enough for me to get my tongue through it. By that time I was beside myself. I let go of his thighs and grabbed my hands full of his butt, pulling the taut muscles wide apart. It also pulled his asshole open more and I drove my tongue up inside him.

“AAwwwhhhhhhhhhh!” he yelled. “Arwww, fuck, yeah…aawwww, eat it, stud…lick it…tongue…eat that hot ass…oohhh, geezusss…you’re good!” He bent over his workbench and set his booted feet wider apart, offering his ass to me completely. I was hungry for it. I loved male ass and I was starving for this one. I much preferred smooth, shaved assholes but I even liked the hair in his ass. His strong masculinity demanded it, he was so much of a man. I concentrated on his ass for a long time. I had him writhing and thrashing his butt around and humping back against my face and begging me to go deeper and never stop. I wondered if I could fuck him. I tested him with my fingers. I worked my forefinger through his hole while I was tonguing and he didn’t seem to mind even when I curved it all the way inside him. After awhile I gave him a second finger. “Ohh. Shit…what’re you doing back there?”

When I saw the way he took a third finger, I was more emboldened to try the unthinkable. It was risky. The guy probably weighted two-fifty and it was all solid muscle. That was over fifty pounds more than I weighed. I was solid too, but I didn’t want to mess with those extra fifty pounds if he got pissed. But I was willing to take the risk; he was that hot. I pulled my fingers out and began kissing up and down the crack of his ass. I tongued him deep then gave him my fingers again. I found his prostate and that drove him nuts, to the point that he was shoving his ass back onto my fingers. I was going crazy myself, from wanton lust for the big stud. My lust pumped me full of courage, powered my thighs to propel me upward to a standing position behind him. I kept gouging his ass with my fingers while I spread my own precum around on my cock. The stuff was flowing copiously and with the juices I was working up in his ass, there would be lube aplenty. He glanced over his shoulder when he realized that I was standing up. “What’re you going to do?”

“Guess.”

“What gave you the idea that you could fuck me?”

“This,” I said as I probed his hole with my fingers. I dug in hard, crawling my fingertips across his prostate, making him cry out.

“AAwwwhhhhhhh! Awwwhhh, Fuck!”

While he was still in that moment of frenzy I shoved my cock between his buns and probed at his gaping hole. I guess he wasn’t opposed to me fucking him; at least he didn’t move away from me. I had him so loosened up and open that my cock slid easily through his hole. “Aaaoowwwhhhh!” he gasped. “Awwwhhh, what’re you doing!” he cried as he reached back with his hand on my hip, as if to stop me. As if he didn’t know. I shoved deeper and he yowled again. “Awwhhh….man, it fuckin’ hurts!” he cried, trying to hold me off with his hand on my hip. But he still wasn’t trying very hard to get away from me. He reached down and grabbed hold of my cock that was sticking out of his ass. “Fuck, you’ve got six inches still to go, at least,” he moaned. “And shit, I can’t even get my hand around it. No wonder it fuckin’ hurts so bad.”

Undeterred, I kept my hold around his hip bones and shoved my cock through his fist, sinking a couple more inches in him. “Awwhhhhh!” I gave him another inch or so. “AAaahhhhhh! Aww, please…I can’t take all of it.”

He was still gripping my cock but only to prevent it from going in all the way, not to pull it out. He wasn’t trying at all to get away from me or stop me. He jerked open a drawer in his work bench and fumbled around till he brought out a small bottle that I recognized as poppers. I paused to give him a chance to take a hit but he didn’t even open the bottle. When I pushed again, his hand sort of collapsed and my cock went all the way in. He tossed his head back with a guttural groan, unable to cry out. Then he slumped over the workbench on his elbows, his head hung in defeat. I smashed my loins hard against his butt, giving him all I had. He grunted again and pressed back against me.

He was taller than me and I rose up on the balls of my feet to fuck him. His ass felt like tight rubber squeezing the full length of my cock as I moved it in and out. His sphincter muscle was like a giant rubber band that squeezed so tight it cut off the blood flow and made my cock hurt. I was barely able to pull my cock back through the thick muscle and it was hard to shove back through it. He set his feet wider apart and hunkered down so he was on my level and I could reach him without standing on my toes. He obviously wanted it bad, and I fucked him hard. The macho presence about him demanded it. To be gentle would have been an insult, so I fucked him hard. He held his ground firmly and I slammed into the solid barrier of his butt muscles each time I thrust my cock in him. There was no give in his stance.

Suddenly he rose up from his workbench and pulled away from me and my cock popped free, glistening in the soft window light. “Let’s go around in back of the truck,” he said. I followed his gorgeous ass around to the back of the shiny pickup. “Lay up on the tail gate,” he said as he let the tailgate down.

I scrambled up on the tail gate with my legs hanging over the edge. He stepped up in the truck astraddle me and sat on my cock. It wasn’t easy and I think it went even deeper, but he took it with a groan and sat down hard. “Aww, fuck, I don’t know where it’s all going,” he gasped.

He rode my cock like he was riding a wild bronco. It was a pleasure to lie back and let him do the work and watch his bulky muscles flexing and bulging and his cock bouncing around over my stomach. He was big, too. Not as long as my ten inches but a good nine, and he was a lot thicker--thick as my wrist. I was glad I wasn’t on the receiving end of it; he would tear me a new asshole. He rode up and down harder and harder, till he was fairly bouncing on my loins, slamming his butt down so hard the bed was rocking. His cock bounced and swayed and flopped around like a wild sausage. He wasn’t hard but he wasn’t soft either. His cock sort of lolled out in a wide arch, about half way between. “I’m gonna…fuck myself…into a giant cum,” he said.

“Keep riding it like that, you’re gonna fuck me into one, too,” I said.

“Yeah, let’s shoot together,” he said.

He rode me hard, all the way up and slamming back down on my cock. God, he was landing hard. Suddenly he sat down hard and grabbed me by the sides and twisted his butt around on my loins in wide circles. It made my cock lob around inside his ass like a tree in a windstorm. My cock was gouging out a new asshole for him. He must have been brutalizing his prostate; from the look on his face, it was hurting, but he was loving the pain. Suddenly he gasped and tossed his head back and began working his butt up and down in a steady rhythm only a couple of inches off my pubes and I could feel my cock rubbing against his love nut. Then I felt his asshole squeeze my cock hard, and his cock bolted up over my stomach, throbbed and quivered and let go with a huge wad of cum. It shot out in a long, thick rope…not a spurt, a rope…and hit me in the chin. The next one splattered across my face and slid to a top in my hair. His cock bolted up higher and he sent one sailing over my face and I heard it splatter against the truck cab. Watching him, and his cock undulating around my cock, set my trigger and I released a huge, belching load up into his ass.

“Awwhhhhhh…..yeahhhh, I can feel you cumming!” he moaned. His climax was phenomenal. I didn’t count the wads he blew but I could have counted the streaks of cum lying all over my body. He fucked up and down on my cock till his legs were shaking so bad they couldn’t propel his weight upward and he sat hard on my loins and leaned over to lie on top of me. He didn’t mind that his chest slid against mine in his own cum. He shocked me again when he began kissing and sucking his cum off my face and cleaning it out of my hair.

“Damn, that was unbelievable,” he whispered. “You made me go off like a canon.”

“Yeah, I noticed.”

“It’s so seldom I find a stud like you,” he said.

“Same here. I was surprised when you let me fuck you. I would’ve never dreamed you would do that.” I surprised us both with my cock still throbbing up inside his ass. “Shit, man, I know I felt you cum,” he said.

“You’re just so fucking hot,” I said.

“You’re so goddam studly and macho, I thought when I came over here, I was in for it.”

“In for what?”

“Whatever you decided you wanted to do to me. You must outweigh me by fifty pounds.”

“Two-fifty-eight,” he said.

“Two hundred even. Okay, fifty-eight pounds. I thought you would try to fuck me.”

“That’s what I had in mind when I lured you over here,” he said.

“I wouldn’t have fought you off; I didn’t want to mess with that much pissed-off muscle. How come you let me turn the tables on you?”

“You took me by surprise. Shit, you just walked in and took over.”

“I don’t usually do that, especially when the guy is as intimidating as you.”

He rose up and down on hard cock a few times. “You wanta try this again, see if I can get that thing to die?”

“Yeah.”

He rose up off of my cock and it fell heavy across my stomach and bobbed back up again.

“Shit, I can’t believe that thing is still hard as a rock, after the load you gave me,” he said as he stepped down off the truck. He walked round to get the bottle of poppers. When he came back around to the end of the truck, he put his hand out to pull me up off the bed. I stood down off the tailgate and he laid back on it. He opened the bottle and took a couple of hits in each nostril then lifted his legs up high and wide.

“Okay, you’re in charge this time. Fuck me a new asshole,” he said. “Fuck me hard, Hard as you can. Fuck me so hard you bust the springs on my truck. I want you to be brutal. Try to rape me.”

“You’re giving me a pretty big order,” I said as I aimed my cock at his hole.

“Think you can carry it out?”

“Yes, sir!” I said as I suddenly slammed my cock all the way in.

“AAWWWWWHHHHHH!” he yelled.

“You said you wanted to be raped,” I said as I withdrew all the way and slammed in again.

“OHHHHHH!”

“That what you want?”

“OHHhhhh… Oh, Nooo!... God, you’re too big! Fuck, you’re killing me! Damn, not so hard! Shit, you’re going in so deep…!” I slammed again, even harder; at an angle that I knew would connect with is prostate. “AWWWGGGHHHHHH!” he yelled. I hit him again. “AWWWhhhhhhhhhh! Take it easy! God, you’re a horse, but I’m not a mare… just fuck me!”

“You said you wanted it hard. You said to try to rape you.” I slammed my cock in again, pounding his prostate again. “How am I doing? Is it rape yet?” I slammed in again and fucked him with half-cock jabs, like a jack-hammer tattering against his love nut. I was surprised when he started to whimper.

“Ohh, please…Ohhh, stud, don’t kill me! Ohhhh…ohhhh, you’re tearing up my prostate with your big cock! Ohhh… AWWWWHHHH, fuck, not so…fuckin…hard!”

I almost stopped, at least slacked off, but I wasn’t sure he meant it, so I kept fucking him with everything I had in me. If he really wanted me to stop, I figured he could stop me. He could put those fifty-eight extra pounds of muscle to work and overpower me. He could throw me down on the truck bed and rape me if he wanted to. So I kept fucking him. He finally stopped yelling so loud but kept whimpering and begging me to take it easy, or stop being so brutal. Still, his body belied his begging; his cock was still hard as a rock. I decided the best way to find out if meant it was to do as he asked. It was also a means of teasing and torturing him if he really wanted me to fuck him. I jerked my cock out of his ass, leaving it gaping wide open. It clenched at the air…with relief...or was it begging me to come back in?

“Ohhh…Ohhh, w-what’re you doing? W-why did you stop?” he gasped.

“You told me to,” I said. I kept the head of my cock bobbing up and down over his gaping asshole, and it seemed to be trying t reach out and grab it.

“I didn’t mean it,” he whined. “Please, but it back in. Give it to me. Fuck me.”

“Are you sure? If I do, are you going to start hollering again?” I asked. I was loving the hell out of this, controlling the big muscle-stud.

“No…Yes…I don’t know. I just know I want your cock. I want you to fuck me. Please, give it to me.”

“Okay, I’m going to give it to you but the next time you yell and cry for me stop, I’m walking right out of here.”

“Yes, sir. All right.”

“Turn over,” I said. He quickly turned over on his hands and knees and I grabbed hold of his thighs and pulled him back toward me to stand down out of the truck. He bent over the tailgate and set his feet as wide apart as he could. His tight, round butt was turned up, invitingly, the hole still clenching anxiously. I squeezed his hard butt muscles. “Fuck, you’ve got a great ass!”

“Thank you.”

Suddenly I dropped to my knees and buried my face in his ass. He yelled with surprise. His hole was so wide open I easily got the full length of my tongue deep inside him. I licked and washed his hole and lapped up my come that ran out. I loved the soft, satiny texture of the inner muscles of his ass. “Ohhh…Ohh, Godd…Awwhhhh…awww, fuck…fuck it…fuck me with your tongue!”

I gave him my tongue like a trumpet player and he choked down a scream of pleasure. “Fuck me!” he gasped frantically. “Please…please fuck me. I need your cock. Ohh, please, fuck me.” I kept tonguing him for a couple of minutes then stood up and slammed my cock back in his ass. He sucked it up and choked it down and took it. I fucked him like a pile-driver driving in stakes. His chute was lubed up so much with his ass juice and my come that it was sloshing. The truck rocked back and forth and I could imagine the transmission straining. If it hadn’t been in gear, we would’ve been down the drive and in the street by now. I fucked him non-stop for the next fifteen or twenty minutes. I fucked him hard. I gouged out his ass and fucked him deep. He was moaning and groaning and whining incessantly, clawing at the truck bed. I wanted to cum, but I wanted to make him cum again. I wanted to feel his hot ass squeezing and undulating on my cock, begging it for my load.

“Oh, Godd…please, can you shoot! Can you cum in me again!” I didn’t answer, I just kept fucking him, but I slowed down. I could feel his swollen prostate with my cock. It was like a firm sponge and he trembled every time I rubbed my cock over it. I knew it was going to make him cum; a slow, agonizing climax that would build up and sear his brains before it released. I could tell he was working up to it, by his squeals and groans that became more urgent, and his gasps becoming shorter. “Oh, Godd!” he gasped suddenly. “OHhhh, Goddd… I’m going to cum! Ohhhhhh… Ohhhhh, yeahhhh…fuck me…!”

I didn’t pick up the pace. I kept moving my cock very slowly back and forth through his clenching hole and his undulating muscles inside. He was making me cum, too. I kept fucking him, riding the crest to my own climax. We shot off at the same time; almost at the same instant. I jolted us both, we jolted each other, and I shot him so full of cum my cock was bathed in it. I heard the soft splats of him shooting all over the garage floor. Don was too exhausted to move for a long time. He lay sprawled across the truck bed, groaning and whimpering in the aftermath, catching his breath. Finally, he shoved himself to a standing position and grabbed the side of the truck bed to steady himself.

“Geezusss!” he swore. “You okay?” I asked.

“Yeah. Yeah, I think so. I’ve just never been fucked like that before,” he said breathlessly.

“You never invited me over here before,” I said smartly.

“I was waiting for the right time and opportunity,” he said. “Next time my wife is out of town, do you want to do this again?”

“Do we have to wait till she’s out of town?” I asked.

“We can probably figure something out.”

“She doesn’t know at all?” I asked.

“She knows I’ve fucked other guys, but she doesn’t know I’ve been fucked,” he said.

“She knows!?”

“Well, she guessed, when we were dating. She heard that rumor that most bodybuilders are gay and she came right and asked me about it. Well, she was good at telling whether I was lying to her so I came right back with the truth and told her, yeah, I’d fucked a few guys at the gym.”

“And she still married you?”

“She thought it was hot, two big muscle-studs getting it on. Just as long as I was the one doing the fucking. In fact, she asked me to bring a guy home and let her watch.”

“She did!”

“Yeah. I brought this young kid home…hell, he was just graduated out of high school, but he’d been lifting for about four years and he was built like a brick shithouse--muscles in his shit--and gay as hell. He didn’t act it unless you were looking for it, but I caught the way he looked at me in the locker room, and even out in the gym. I sort of came on to him one day, just to find out, and sure enough, he responded.”

“How so? Where were you?”

“In the locker room. He kept glancing at me when I was taking off my work-out clothes and when I stepped into my shower, I looked over my shoulder and he was staring at me. I flashed him a smile and he came into my shower with me. They’re private one-man showers and it was crowded when he pulled the door closed but he wedged himself down on his knees and sucked me off.”

“Shit, right I the gym?”

“We did it a couple more times then I asked him if he wanted to come home with me and do it in front of my wife. He jumped at it.”

“How’d she like it?” I asked.

“She loved it. Said it was the hottest thing she’d ever seen. She lay beside us on the bed and I kissed her and fingered her pussy and even ate her pussy while the kid sucked me off. I was hot. Think you would want to do it sometime, with my wife?”

“Yeah. Sure. Does she, uh…does she ever fuck other guys?” I asked.

“No,” he replied. “Not to say she wouldn’t, but I’ve suggested it and told her it’s okay, but she won’t do it.”

“Not that you know of,” I said with a sly grin.

“What do you mean?”

“She travels out of town on her job.”

“I still don’t believe she would cheat on me.”

“Is it cheating on her?”

“I don’t figure I am, since she knows I fuck other guys.”

“What if she knew you liked to get fucked?”

“I don’t know. I don’t see the difference, as far as cheating or not cheating, but I don’t know how she would feel about it.”

“Why don’t you find out?” I said. He gave me a questioning look. “Invite me over for a three-way. I do you, suck your cock, eat your ass. I’ll even eat her pussy. Then we work into it. Maybe I could work your ass with my finger and get you so hot you go out of your head, begging me to fuck you and I can judge her reaction from there if I start to do it.”

He thought about it for a moment. “Okay. I’m game to try it. Listen, would you have any objection to a four-way? With the kid I was telling you about?”

“No. Fuck, no. I love young meat.”

“You’re going to think you’ve got a virgin when you see him,” he said. “Well, I need to be getting inside. She’s due back early this evening.” He handed me my hammer.

“No, you keep it. If I need it, I know where to find it.”

The End