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Chapter 2
After our little shower-encounter I was over the moon. I jerked off to the images of naked Dean and his hard cock many many times, sometimes several times a day. Sometimes I even had a quick break at work and had a quick bate in the toilet. The thought of Deans naked body, soaped up with his hard dick in his hands was just too hot. I never thought I'd ever see him like that.
Anyway, I couldn't believe my luck. But I was wondering what Dean thought about all that. Is he bisexual? Curious? Or does he just like being worshipped and looked at? I was already planning out how our next meeting would be like. I was certain that I'd try to suck his cock next time. I was picturing him fucking my mouth. His beautiful hard cock with that hot big mushroom head sliding in and out my wet mouth. Making me gag as he presses my head against his pubes. While he looks down at me, with those gorgeous blue eyes, giving me that sexy smile as I look up, his cock deep inside my mouth. My hands grabbing his muscle butt, feeling his hairy buttchecks in my hands. My finger moving towards his hairy hole, slowly moving my finger up his crack. Him moaning as my finger starts circling his hole. Tasting his precum on my tongue as he...
"Are you OK with that, Marcus?" I was torn out my fantasy by my boss, who looked at me with wide eyes and a serious look on his face. I was so lost in my thoughts that I hadn't noticed him coming up to me. "I'm sorry, what?", I said as I tried to hide my boner as subtle as I could. "I asked you, if you are OK with staying late tomorrow, because Dean asked for a spontaneous filming session in the studio." "Ah, yes of course. Sure. Same setup as usual, I guess?" Finally, I was about to see him again. This would be the first encounter since our shower fun. I was so excited, nervous, horny...I barely slept that night. In the morning, I decided to put on my favorite jock strap, just in case... The day went by slowly, I could hardly focus on anything else than the shoot with Dean. It felt like my cock was semi hard all day long -- my jock strap soaked with my precum...but I decided not to jerk off in the toilet. I enjoyed this feeling of lust, hornyness and excitement. Finally it was time to close the gym. As my boss said goodbye, Dean and his crew arrived. Well, it was just Dean and his camera-guy. "Thank you for letting us film so late and so last minute!", Dean said to my boss. "Well, no worries. Marcus will close up after you are done. Have a good evening and good luck with the Shoot!", said my Boss as he left. Dean smiled at me. Was I imagining it or was it a brighter, sexier smile than he usually does, when he greets me? I tried to focus as best as I could, while setting up the lights and Studio-Background for him. Since it was just the cameraman and Dean, I kind of figured that it wouldn't be a long session today. Usually his friend and assistant was with them, and he had all the notes, scripts and training schedules that had to be filmed ready. Since he wasn't joining them today, they probably just had to film a few quick exercises. Dean acted as if nothing had happened. He was his usual friendly and happy self. Talking to the cameraman Jack, setting up his Yoga mat and blocks and doing some warming up exercises. They started filming, and everything went well. As they began shooting the second Video, Dean stopped mid-sentence and said that he felt like his shirt was sticking to his back. He looked at me, smiling and said "Guess I will do this one without my Shirt.", as he took off his tank top and threw it towards me. I caught it, trying to hide my excitement and resisting the urge to press it against my face and smell his shirt. After about one hour, we were done with filming. This was a really quick shoot today. The cameraman began packing his camera, I started to turn off the lights and move the wall. Dean packed up his things and said:"Well, I'll head to the shower. You don't have to wait for me, Jack. I'll call you tomorrow about the next shoot, OK?" "Great, Bro. Talk tomorrow. Say Hi to your wife. Bye!" Dean headed to the shower, Jack was still packing his camera... I was getting nervous and unsure. Did Dean want me to join him in the shower? He didn't give me any look or clue whether he wanted me to come in, as last time. I had to wait for Jack to leave anyway... Damn it, he seemed to take forever to pack his equipment. Finally, he was done -- I helped him to carry his stuff outside to his car, said goodbye and rushed inside, still trying to decide what to do next. "Fuck it, let's do this", I said to myself as I entered the changing room. And there he was. Naked, with just a towel wrapped around his waist. Still damp from the shower. He looked up and gave me a smile. I looked at him, trying to figure out what he wanted. My cock was pulsing in my tight jock strap. I knew he could see my bulge in my pants. He didn't say anything, just looked at me. My body, my lust took over. I walked towards him, he didn't move back, he just stood there, looking at me, with that handsome smile. I was right in front of him. I looked into his beautiful blue eyes, smiled and went down on my knees. This is what I wanted. What I had dreamed about. This was my chance. My hands pulled on the towel that was around his waist. It fell down, revealing his beautiful semi hard cock and his big heavy balls, hanging low after the warm shower. I looked up. He was looking down, I could see that he was smiling, but at the same time I could feel that he felt a bit hesitant and somehow less cocky and self assured as he was the last time. Did the power dynamics just turn? Was I in charge now? I smiled up at him, as I moved my face closer to his crotch. I smelled him. I kissed his firm hairy stomach. I felt his muscles tensing, he gave out a soft moan, my tongue started to lick small circles around his stomach. I felt his cock getting harder, as it was starting to push against my face. I licked my way down to his pubes, burying my nose in there. They were trimmed, just the right length. I smelled him. My tongue moving further down, licking the area between his thighs and cock. I moved my head down, licking his big heavy balls. They were still wet from the shower and they felt so soft on my warm tongue. Dean moaned in pleasure, I knew that I was making him feel good. And I knew he wanted me to touch and suck his cock. But I wanted him to beg for it. Even though I was desperate myself to finally suck and taste his big cock. He moved his hand to his cock but I playfully pushed it away, grinning at him from underneath. He grinned and me and moved his head back as I started to suck one of his big balls in my mouth. His cock was bouncing against my face, as he moaned out loud. "Awww fuck yeah, damn.... Ahhhhhhhrgggghhh...my balls are so....aahhhhh....damnnn I love that". I sucked on his heavy balls, trying to suck both inside my mouth. My tongue swirling around their skin as I moved my head up and down slowly, pulling on his ballsack, very gently. My hands were squeezing his muscular hairy buttcheeks. I could feel a drop his precum dripping down on my face. "Mhh fuck, I need to taste that cock so bad!", I thought to myself. I let go of his balls, licking my way around his cock. Dean looked at me, breathing heavily. I moved my head back, looked at him and stuck out my tongue, giving his cockhead a small lick. He was precumming heavily. I could taste his precum on my tongue, and, as I was pulling my tongue back, a big string of precum was connecting my mouth to his cock. His precum tasted salty and sweet...just delicious. I could feel his hands on my head, pressing my head down. I pushed against it, smiling playfully. He knew what I was doing. "Mhh fuck bro, you're such a tease...please... that feels so good." I couldn't resist it any longer. Even though I wanted to make him beg, my urge to suck him was bigger. I licked his beautiful hard mushroom head with my tongue, before wrapping my lips around it. "Mhhhh, fuuuuuck", he moaned. The hot taste of his sticky precum was filling my mouth. I slowly moved my head down, taking his cock deeper in my mouth. I moved my head up and down -- taking his cock deeper with every move. Finally, his big 8-inch cock was deep inside my throat. My nose was pressing against his pubes. I was gagging, moving my head back to get some air. "Ohhh damn bro, fuck...so...deep...mhhhgghhh". I was holding on to his thighs, as he started to fuck my mouth. I gagged but tried to keep his cock inside my mouth as long as possible. I pressed against his legs so that he slowed down a bit...just to go back to thrusting my mouth as soon as I caught my breath. I was living my fantasy. Damn. My cock was rock hard and leaking in my pants. Dean held on to my head and fucked my mouth, I moved my hands down to free my hard uncut cock from its prison. I gave it a stroke, pulling my foreskin back all the way, precum dripping down on the floor. The sound of our moans and my gagging was filling the locker room. I was close to shooting my load all over the floor but I didn't want to shoot first. I wanted to taste his salty cum, I wanted to feel his hot cum flodding my mouth... He continued to fuck my throat. My eyes were filled with tears, but definitely happy ones. "Mghhh daaamn I'm...I'm....fuuuuuuuck" he screamed. I felt his cock getting even bigger inside my mouth, his big hard cockhead pressing against my throat. He wanted to pull back but I put my hands on his hot butt and pushed him against my face. His cock was twitching and I could feel his hot cum exploding out of it. He filled my throat with his sperm. I moved back a little -- I wanted to taste his manjuice on my tongue. He kept shooting several spurts of hot creamy cum. His juice tasted amazing, salty and musky. I kept Dean's cock in my mouth, trying to get every drop of his cum...I put my hand on my cock, barely touching it and shooting my own load all over the floor... I didn't move. I didn't want this moment to end. I could feel his cock getting smaller in my mouth. My tongue brushed over his sensitive cockhead, making Dean moan and move his hips back. One last drop of cum oozed out his pissslit, making me moan in absolute pleasure. His cock popped out my mouth. He was breathing heavily, his cock hanging heavy between his legs, big and shiny from spit and cum. I leaned back on the floor, looking up at him. My cock was hanging out my pants, my jock strap tucked under my balls. "Fuck..." I said, smiling at him. He laughed. "Hahaha, yeah...fuck. That was...wheeew.." I tried to get up, he gave me a hand and pulled me up. "I...I'm not..you know...", he started saying. "I get it...Don't worry. It's just some fun between bros.", I said cheekily. He cleaned his cock with the towel, while I pulled my pants up. I left the changing room, trying to avoid any awkward conversation. A few minutes later Dean came out, dressed and all ready to go home. "Listen dude... Let's not make a big deal out of that, `k?". I nodded in agreement "Of course. But...if you ever want to do it again. Let me know." And we said goodbye. That night I barely slept. I was bating and edging almost all night, thinking about what had just happened. I woke up in the morning naked on the bed, my cock and balls sticky with cum, lube and sweat. I was barely awake when my phone buzzed. I looked at it, seeing I got a text on Instagram. I opened it and almost screamed. It was a text from Dean. It just said: "What's up?"
...to be continued