Part Three
Will:
At this point I took over the conversation. "Ben and I met 7 years ago, when he started work at the Montgomery County Sheriff's department. I had been there for two years, starting right after finishing up my Criminal Justice degree at the University of Alabama-Montgomery."
"It was a Monday morning when I saw this big beefy stud walk into the watch room. As the meeting started, the watch commander introduced Ben, stating that he had just finished his degree at the University of Alabama - Birmingham. As Ben stood up and introduced himself, I didn't pay any attention to anything he said. I was transfixed. He was a god! Short black hair, startlingly blue eyes and full, kissable lips. Even though he was young (I believe he was about my age, 24 at the time) he had a full moustache. I could see black hair peeking out of the top of the t-shirt he wore under his uniform shirt, and black hair covered his forearms. And that body! The uniform strained to cover that big chest, and I thought the seams of his pants would burst from those tree-trunk sized thighs. As I looked at his crotch, I realized that it wasn't only his thighs that threatened to break out. He had a full pouch that looked like a grapefruit was in there! As I looked back up, his eyes caught mine, and I caught a look of recognition. Damn! I thought. Could this stud like man-meat? At that point, I returned to reality to realize that the meeting was breaking up. Ben was partnered with one of the old-timers, to show him the ropes. "I'd love to show him some ropes of my own," I thought. As I got into the patrol car with my partner, Sandy, he grinned at me and said, "I see that stud sure captured your attention." I blushed and nodded.
Sandy continued, "He sure looks like he would be a lot of fun in the sack."
At this point, I should explain. Sandy and I went way back. We were fuck-buddies in high school, and he joined the force a year before I did. Even though he was married and had a daughter, we still swung on each other's poles from time to time. His given name was Ralph, but he had been called Sandy for as long as I've known him. I think the name came from his hair: from the head down, he was covered with sandy blond hair. He and I had both sprouted hair at about the same time, and his chest, legs and butt were now covered with a thick mat of it.
"Yeah," I replied. "I've got to get to know this one. Nothing personal, but he's the hottest man I've ever seen."
"No offense taken. I agree." With that, we pulled out of the precinct and started making our rounds.
Late that afternoon, we returned to the precinct, and I went to the locker room to shower and change. Ben was in there. He had already showered and changed into his civilian clothes. We started engaging in light conversation as I removed my clothes. When I slipped my boxers off, he gasped, "Damn!"
I grinned at him. "Yeah, I know. I get it all the time."
"Just how big is that thing?" he asked.
"The last time I measured, it was 11" hard."
"My God!" Then he blushed. "Sorry. I didn't mean to look."
"Don't worry about it," I said. "We're guys. We always check each other out." Grabbing my towel and wrapping it around my waist, I asked," Have you got any plans for dinner?"
"Not really. I was just going to get my stuff organized at home. Why?"
"Well, if you'll hang around while I shower and change, we can grab a bite to eat."
"That'd be great," he said. With that, I headed off for the shower, trying to figure out how to keep from getting hard from thinking about him.
Forty-five minutes later, we were seated at what passes for a good restaurant in Montgomery. As we were waiting for our food, I asked him what brought him to Montgomery. He told me that he had been born here, but that his parents had moved away when he was four. Most of the rest of his family was still here, however. When he told me some of their names, I recognized several. He told me that in his second year of college, his parents had been killed in a car wreck, killed by a drunk driver. That caused him to change his plans, and he switched majors to Criminal Justice, vowing to keep other people safe from such drunk drivers. I saw his eyes tearing up, and I reached over and laid my hand on his. "Are you all right?" I asked.
"Yeah, I think so. It just comes back and hits me every once in a while," he said, smiling a small grin at me. He continued with his story. Since most of his family, including his grandparents, still lived here, he thought it would be a good place to start his adult life.
After the food arrived, I had to ask, "Forgive me, but how the hell did you get those muscles?" He grinned. "Well, it's part genetics, but mostly hard work. I started lifting in my freshman year in college as a way to relieve stress. I've continued ever since. I even have my own equipment. I had to get a two-bedroom apartment so that I'd have a room for my gym. Why? Do you work out?"
Now, I have a good, but not great body. I tend toward long and lanky, so I told him
"No. I've always wanted to, but I've never known where to start."
"Well, if you're interested, I can show you the ropes. Why don't you come over on Friday night, and we can work out and I'll cook dinner. I'm a better cook than this place. What do you say?"
I agreed. We finished dinner, and I drove him back to the precinct to pick up his car. I went home and made an early night of it. As I lay in bed, my dick got hard in anticipation of Friday night. I started stroking it, imagining all of the things that I'd like to do to this hot stud. I finally shot a huge load over my chest and stomach. I scooped up the cum and licked it off my hand. I always did this. It keeps me from having to wash my sheets as often. I then dropped off to sleep.
I thought Friday night would never get here, but ultimately it did. I followed Ben to his apartment, one of the new luxury apartments that seemed to be popping up all over Montgomery. As I walked into his apartment, I looked around. It was just what I would expect from someone just out of college. An old, shabby but comfortable sofa was flanked by two old beat-up end tables. The opposite wall was taken up with a stereo cabinet, filled with stereo equipment and a large TV. He asked me if I wanted a drink. I said yes, and he disappeared into what I assumed was a kitchen. He returned moments later with two beers. He grinned and said, "Now, we can only have one right now. I want to work out before dinner. I've taken the steaks out to thaw." Sitting next to me, his leg touched mine as we talked and drank our beers. After we finished, he got up and said "C'mon. Let's go change, and I'll show you my gym." Grabbing me by the hand, he pulled me up and led me down the hall to his bedroom.
Entering the room, my attention was immediately drawn to the king-size waterbed. As I sat on the bed and started unlacing my shoes, he kicked off his boat shoes and slid his t-shirt up and over his head. I gasped as I saw his torso for the first time. "God, he's perfect," I thought. And he was. He had a broad, powerful chest, with huge, defined pecs and six-pack abs. And they all were covered with a light coating of black hair. His nipples were the size of quarters. As he pulled off his shirt, I noticed that his biceps were the size of softballs. He then lowered his slacks, and I got my first look at his legs. The thighs were the size of tree-trunks, and his calves were large and well defined. Like the rest of him, they were coated with black hair. He lowered his boxers and I got to see his dick and balls. He had a beautiful dick, about 5" soft, with foreskin covering the head. His balls hung long and low. As he turned around and walked over to his dresser, I saw that butt. Unlike the rest of him, it was white and creamy, with a light scattering of black hairs all over it. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a jock strap. As he bent over to step into it, his cheeks parted, and I thought I saw a pink pucker winking at me. Pulling his jock up, he turned and looked at me.
"Is anything wrong?" he asked. I blushed deeply, knowing that my big dick was hard as a rock just from watching him.
"No," I replied.
"Then get up and let's get going," he said. "Get a move on." I stood up, and turning away from him, started removing my clothes. I was embarrassed for two reasons. First, my body, while okay, was clearly not in his league. I was long and lean, and while I had very little body fat, I had nowhere near his musculature. But the main reason for my embarrassment was my huge hard dick. I didn't want him to see the effect he had on me. However, he wasn't buying it.
"Turn around," he said. "I want to see what I've got to work with."
I turned around, and he smiled with approval.
"You've got a great body," he said. "With a little work, it'll be ungodly." He didn't mention my dick, but I saw him stare at it as I turned back around and removed my pants, grabbing my jock and gym shorts out of my bag before quickly shucking my boxers down, and sliding my jock and gym shorts up my thighs. They did little, I knew, to hide my huge erection. I turned back to face him. A grin lit up his face.
"Damn, you're even hairier than I am," he commented. "C'mon, let me put you through your paces." With that, he led me into the other bedroom, which held his gym equipment. Looking around, I noticed that, while nothing fancy, he seemed to have most of the equipment. I saw an adjustable bench, as well as a stand for holding barbells. There were also barbells scattered across the room, as well as a selection of free weights. We started our workout, him showing how each exercise was done before having me do it. I started really enjoying it, the feel of my muscles straining to complete the moves. My dick even went down as I concentrated on performing everything with proper form.
Everything went fine until I had to do bench presses. As I lay down on the bench, he went around to my head, and straddled my face as I struggled with the weight. I looked up, and saw up into his shorts. His over-stuffed jock strap was apparent, and it looked as if it was growing. This immediately caused my dick to become rock-hard, and it took all of my concentration to finish my last four reps. When I finished, he looked down at my hard-on clearly apparent in my gym shorts, and he grinned.
"My turn," he said as I got up off the bench and he got on. As he added additional weight, I noticed that he seemed to be as aroused as I was. He slid back down between my legs, and lifted the barbell off of the stand. As he completed his eight reps, I noticed a stain starting to appear on the front of his shorts. After finishing, he reached up and grabbed my crotch."There's another muscle group we need to work on now," he said. I groaned as he pulled my gym shorts down over my thighs and leaning up, started licking my balls through my jock. I groaned as at he started licking my balls through my jock.
After a few moments, he stood up and walked around, grabbed my gym shorts, and pulled them down over my thighs. Bending down, he then started licking my dick through my jockstrap. Taking my dick between his lips, he licked up and down it through my jockstrap. I could do nothing but stand there and moan as he pulled my jock down over my hips and my hard-on was freed, staring him in the eye.
"Damn, you really are 11 inches," he said as he took my foreskin into his mouth, licking and sucking, grabbing my two big balls with his hands as he sucked. Throwing his head back, he opened his mouth and started swallowing my dick. The feeling as he took more and more of my dick was intense, and when it broke through into his throat, I shuddered. After a few more minutes, I felt my pubes rubbing against his lips. I was amazed! Most guys simply couldn't handle my big dick. As his throat muscles started massaging my dick, I felt my balls starting to churn. Not wanting to this end this quickly, I pulled out and, circling around the bench, lifted him to his feet.
"Whoa, buddy. I don't want to cum yet." I said, and pulling him against me, leaned forward and kissed those suck-able lips. Those lips opened, and our tongues started sparring as we grabbed each other, pulling at each other as if we wanted to pull each other into our bodies. It was as if a bolt of lightning passed through my body. I had never before experienced such a reaction to a kiss.
As the kiss continued, I could feel his body rubbing against mine, and that hard dick straining through the fabric of his shorts. Breaking the kiss, I squatted down, and in a single motion, stripped the shorts and jock from his body. His dick went "Thwap" against his stomach as it was freed. I just stared at it for a few moments. It was one of the most beautiful dicks I had ever seen. Long and thick, about 8" long and 6" wide, it was covered with ropy veins that I knew would feel great passing through my asshole. He also had beautiful pair of balls, hanging low, which were about the size of ripe plums. His foreskin had retracted, so I shucked it up and took it in my mouth, licking and sucking on it.
After a few moments, I began to lightly chew on it. From his groans, I could tell that he loved this, so I chewed harder. After a few more moments, I opened my mouth and started the downward plunge over that dick. With my hands, I reached up and started tugging on his eraser-sized nipples. I have to admit, the first time his dick breached my throat, I gagged. Pulling off, I relaxed for a second, and then tried again. This time, I was successful, and my throat muscles massaged that cock as I tugged on his nipples. I could feel his head swelling, so I was not surprised when he pulled out and lifted me to my feet.
"Let's make this last", he said, and laying me on the floor, got beside me, with his face in my crotch, and my face in his. We started sucking each other, trying to keep things slow, but both of us knew that the end was coming soon. Pulling his mouth off my dick, he started licking lower, first licking my balls, and then licking the tender flesh between them and my butt. I returned the favor, and he jerked when my tongue reached his tight pink hole. "God!" he cried, and his mouth covered my butt hole. We spent what seemed like hours contentedly eating each other out. Ultimately, we each realized that the end was near, and started sucking again. Ben took his free hand and inserted a finger into my now loosened and lubed butt. This sent me over the top, and as I started shooting an immense load into his mouth and throat, I slipped a finger into his ass. He immediately followed, and filled my mouth with six separate spurts of his hot, sweet, nutty cum. I swallowed as much as I could, but I could feel it running out of my mouth and down my cheek. We rested there for a while; sucking each other's softening dicks, neither wanting to be the first to stop. Finally, I pulled off and turning around, pulled his face off of my dick. I saw my cum on his cheek, and I carefully licked it off, before kissing him deeply, mixing my cum with his. He pulled off, licked his cum off of my face, and returned to kissing me. As we basked in the afterglow, he rolled over and stared deeply into my eyes.
"I know that what we just did was not safe, but I don't care. I have never experienced anything like this before, and I just had to do it.. I get my status checked regularly, and I'm negative. You?"
I told him that I too was negative. Then it was my turn at confession.
"I must admit, I've had sex with a number of guys over the years, but nothing stacks up to this. It feels like we've known each other forever, and know exactly what the other needs and wants. I was thrilled to take your cum in my mouth, to coat my throat and stomach with it. I want to feel you shoot into my guts." My dick began its rise back to full-mast. Ben removed his hand.
"Whoa boy. We've got all night," he said. Standing up, he said, "Let's get cleaned up and get dinner on. I don't know about you, but I've worked up an appetite." With that, he left the room.
End of Part Three