Stale cigarette smoke blanketed the room. The eye-stinging, acrid sweat of men's dancing bodies hung in the air. Music pounded from unseen speakers that hung from the black rafters, large black boxes stood on the floor, and were buried in the walls. The jungle beat of retro-disco energized the men contortioning about the packed dance floor. How can anyone dance that packed together, he thought. They're like sardines. And just about as oiled, he observed. The big man sighed. On the one hand, he loved dancing to disco music (fuck the "oh, so correct" critics). On the other hand, he'd feel like a damned fool out there dancing alone. However, in that miasma of bodies, no one could tell who was dancing with whom.
At 5'10", he could see over most of the crowd, catching some familiar faces, a few of whom he'd fucked before, but didn't remember their names (if he ever knew them). His rumpled, blue tank top hung from his waist, his broad, 48", muscled chest glistened with perspiration. He hadn't been dancing, not yet, anyway. It was just so fuckin' HOT in here. And it wasn't any better outside. The heat and oppressive humidity of the day hung heavily on the city, not even a whisper of a breeze rustled the trees (if you could see any trees in this megalopolis).
Maybe there's more air by the door, he thought. It certainly can't be any worse. He moved panther-like toward the exit, his 220 pounds of muscle rippling. The cotton shorts he wore might as well have been transparent. Soaked through with sweat, you had to be blind not to see that Gus was hung. His big quads filled the leg holes, preventing any exposures his big dick and nuts might have considered. Without a jock or any other support, the light blue shorts contrasted with his deep tan. They stretched invitingly over his round, hard, muscle ass. The "package" hung loosely and long, trying to escape the intense heat of the rest of his body. Gawd, it's HOT!
The cold drink in his hand felt good on his forehead as he rubbed the glass across his brow. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the brief reprieve. His massive, 18" biceps and triceps flexed as he pulled the glass away from his face and looked toward the door. Now only a few feet away, he could taste the fresh air. Well, it wasn't that fresh. The foul odor of diesel ruined his reverie as a bus pulled away from the curb. Fuck, he spat. Damned busses pollute more than cars do! He scowled at the retreating box on wheels.
A guy he'd fucked with at the gym approached him. "Hotter than fuck in here!" his friend said. "The dance floor is toast! But, the music's great!" Gus smiled. He had to admit the guy was right. It was good music. "Wanna dance?"
"Sure," Gus smiled. "I'm willing to chance it." He set down his drink at a nearby table and followed the guy back into the stifling room filled with gyrating, sweating men. The wall of sweaty-men odor assailed his nostrils. He grinned. It was like being at the gym, in the sauna, but not as hot he considered, as they found a small space to dance near the middle of the crowd. And there were other differences that raced through his mind. He smiled to himself. The guy he was following was a hot fuck, he remembered. Nice ass, loved to get eaten and fucked, but he just wasn't what he was looking for tonight. He wanted something bigger, something nastier. Someone who really got into heavy sex with another man, he concluded.
Someone like THAT! The man's huge, at least 6'4 and 250 pounds, but don't I know him from somewhere? Oh, yeah! What the fuck is that dude doing in here? He's straight. Or is he? A tall, muscular, café-au-lait, black man moved out of the shadows in the back of the bar. A smile of satisfaction crossed his lips. The backroom was that direction. But, I thought he was straight. He sure doesn't talk to any of the gay men at the gym we go to, he thought. But, then, he didn't see him there very frequently. Their schedules were evidently different enough that their workout times rarely coincided. But, what's he doing here?
A shorter man (probably 5'8") looked up at the big man and licked an erect nipple, then, fondled the muscleman's crotch. The bigger man smiled indulgently, kissed him on the lips, and moved off. He'd gotten what he wanted from this guy and was looking for more elsewhere.
As Gus danced and tried to pay some attention to his dance partner, his eyes followed the older, tall man as he moved around the edge of the dance floor. He stood at the entrance to the room and surveyed the dancers. His gaze landed on Gus. Recognition crossed his face and he smiled. Gus smiled back and nodded. He's the one I want tonight!
A few moments later, the music changed. He excused himself, saying this wasn't one of his favorites and moved off toward the door. The older man stood in his way. "Going somewhere, Gus?"
He knows my name, Gus thought. I don't know his. He smiled up into hazel eyes and nodded. "Just outside for some air. Too fuckin' hot in here with all these sweating bodies."
"I could use a break myself," the big man said. "I'm Jim, by the way," he added holding out a big hand to Gus.
"And you already know my name," Gus shouted over the music. Jim nodded and steered Gus toward the door and hopefully cooler air, palming Gus' ass unabashedly. The crowd was still thick in the outer room causing them to pause several times to get through. Gus casually and on purpose, rubbed Jim's crotch, feeling the python in the nylon running shorts. A sweat-soaked t-shirt hung from the waistband over his big muscle ass. This is a good package, all of it, Gus thought. But, was he gonna be nasty enough?
"Can I get you a drink, Gus?" he asked.
"Sure, cranberry juice with soda."
"That sounds good. I'll make it two," Jim offered, pushing Gus to one of the forward bars, his big hands firmly on Gus' hard butt cheeks. "You got a great ass, Gus."
"Thanks. And you have a big 'personality'," Gus laughed squeezing Jim's big trouser snake.
"How come we never hooked up at the gym?" Jim asked, crushing his filling crotch into Gus' deep ass trench.
"I didn't think you were into men," Gus admitted.
"I do tend to be very focused at the gym, so I probably didn't seem approachable. And I'm sorry for that," Jim apologized with a dazzling smile. "I think a couple of big guys like us could have some fun."
"Depends on what you define as fun," Gus grinned as Jim moved in front of him and stood in a short line to order their drinks. His hands felt the big man's ass before him. Hard as granite with a big, deep ass trench. He noticed that his tan made him browner than the man before him. Damn! This guy's HOT! He pushed forward into Jim, making sure that Jim could feel the big package pressing into his ass.
Jim smiled over his shoulder. "Nice," he said, moving his hands around behind himself to feel Gus up. Gus moaned softly as both big hands caressed and stroked his big dick. "Very nice," Jim snickered. "A big one, too. I like that."
"Seven by seven," Gus confirmed with a wink. "I think you'd enjoy it plowing your back yard."
"Nine by six," Jim grinned. "And I know mine will have you beggin' for more!"
"I don't get fucked," Gus cautioned.
"Never?"
"Well, almost never."
"Oh? Like, special occasions, phases of the moon, a big man sweet talkin' you into it?" Jim turned and ordered their drinks.
"Something like that," Gus confirmed. Okay, just what were the reasons? You like 'em big, muscled, and hung. AND nasty, he added with a wicked grin.
Jim handed him a tall, slender glass filled with ice and bright red fluid. "How about I sweet talk that ass with my tongue?" he began, heading for the door and marginally cooler air. "That get me in?" Gus smiled. That's sure a step in the right direction, he said to himself, but only smiled at Jim, not confirming or denying anything. "Maybe working over those beautiful pecs and sucking on these," he added, sliding his wet, cold tongue over Gus' erect, right nipple.
Gus moaned more loudly, but the music drown it out, except to Jim's hearing. Jim's hands moved to Gus' ass and crotch, noticing the stirring as he licked more deliberately at the erect pencil eraser of a nipple. "I'll give you just two hours to stop that," Gus hissed.
"And then what?" Jim asked, breaking the suction and moving closer to the big man before him. He looked hungrily at Gus' big shoulders and bulging muscles. His hands moved up Gus' back, feeling the muscles, the channel that his spine rested in, up to those big shoulder caps that had caught his attention in the first place.
"Then, you have to suck the other one," Gus smiled back. They kissed tentatively, then, with more assurance and ardor. Returning to their drinks, Gus asked, "How was the action in the backroom?"
Jim blanched, but answered matter-of-factly, "Not a lot going on. I was fuckin' a guy and he shot before I could, so I got my motor all revved up, but didn't go anywhere."
"He was pretty hot," Gus agreed.
"Yeah, nice guy, but not exactly what I was looking for. I wanted a bigger man, like you, and someone a little nastier." That caught Gus' undivided attention. He raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I'm a real sex pig," Jim laughed.
"Spell it out for me, Jim," Gus smirked, sliding several fingers down the back of Jim's nylon shorts and pulling them back out. He sniffed at them, then, licked them off, savoring the taste of sweat and manhole. He'd only brushed Jim's pucker, but he got back what he was looking for. "Oh, yeah!"
"Yeah! I've found another pig!" Jim exulted, repeating the same maneuver into Gus' shorts. "Nice!" he smiled dreamily, licking his fingers. "I like it to taste like a man, not like soap."
"Perhaps, we'd do better back at my place. The air conditioning is running, but I'm sure we'll get it hot."
Jim put down his drink, nodded, and pushed Gus toward the front door. "Where you parked?"
"I rode the train downtown. Okay if we both ride in yours?"
"I hope we both get a ride," Jim smiled back knowingly.
"This may be your lucky night."
"And yours."
The trip back to Gus' place was brief, but Gus took full advantage of the situation. As Jim drove, Gus pulled Jim's dick out and sucked on it. "You were barebacking that guy! Damn! HOT ass taste on your dick!" he crowed as he returned to sucking and cleaning the thick, long dick that would soon be up his ass, if Jim's promised ass-eating came to pass. The big head was leaking like an old faucet before they pulled into the driveway. That was gonna feel especially good rubbing against his prostate.
Twilight was descending as they raced up the steps to Gus' house. Inside, they shed the few clothes they had on and kissed passionately. After several minutes of exploring each other's bodies with their hands, they moved to the bedroom and began more intimate explorations, with their tongues. They licked pits, nips, nuts, dicks, and ass trenches, taking several eager minutes at each stop. But, they saved the best for last. "Sit on my face, Gus, but do it slowly. I wanna sniff and enjoy your wonderful ass before I start eating and cleaning it."
"I'll be doing the same for you at the same time," Gus promised. "Just relax those big muscle cheeks so I can get to my target." And they did. For several dizzying minutes, Gus squatted over Jim's face, hovering less than an inch from Jim's mouth and nose. Gus had pulled Jim's big legs up and tucked them under his massive arms. That pulled Jim's ass into the air, nearly having Jim resting on his own shoulders. Gus leaned in and sniffed at the familiar scent of the manhole he'd tasted on his fingers downtown.
Each neared the tight pucker of the other with their tongues. Sniffing and inhaling deeply of the manly odor they loved, their tongues drew tightening, wet circles around their respective partner's buttholes. "DAMN!" Jim purred. "You smell so good!" He inhaled deeply again, moaning at the pheromone-like reaction Gus' scent delivered to his throbbing, dripping dick. He could feel Gus oozing precum on to his massive chest in quantities rivaling his own.
As if rehearsed a dozen times, both men speared the dark pucker their tongues had been dancing around, and drilled hard. As expected, the sudden assaults made both of them clench. But, immediately, they relaxed, granting access to the butt munching they'd being craving. The moaning and groaning, slurping and slobbering at their holes caused the noisy coupling to escalate rapidly. They licked deeper, tasting more of the butthole flavors they'd hungrily sought. First Jim, then, Gus pried his partner's hole open with a finger from each hand, so they could eat deeper and get more of what they searched for. Tongues speared deeper, licking and sucking at the ass juices inside. Jim worked on Gus' ass with expert thoroughness, hitting Gus' prostate repeatedly with his fingers, reaching for it with his tongue.
More minutes passed as they gasped for breath, but dove back in with renewed gusto. Gus knew he's never been eaten out this well or this long in the last 15 years that he'd been fucking with men. It was a dream-come-true.
Jim couldn't recall the last time he'd had an ass this good, this muscular, or this tasty in his 25 years of fucking men. And that big fuckin' dick of Gus'! DAMN! Thick is damning with faint praise. He'd not enjoyed one that thick for a lot of years. He hoped he was up to it. But, he had to have it, especially after he'd been so well and truly rimmed by this mountain of muscle that was sitting on his face, giving him the rimming of his life.
Gus relaxed his grip on the big man's legs and let them fall to the bed. He smiled at the thick, dripping dick throbbing above the eight-pack abs of his bed partner. Jim hadn't exaggerated. It was at least nine inches long and very thick. What he concentrated on, though, was the big mushroom head, leaking precum at a steady, plentiful rate. He leaned in and licked up a growing puddle of the clear fluid from Jim's cobblestone abs. Jim's big cock jerked and jumped at the nearby contact, striking Gus on the right cheek, smearing additional precum. His soft lips closed over the big head, his tongue lapped up the sweet nectar.
Jim moaned at the double pleasure: the hot mouth on his hard, throbbing cock and his own tongue going deeper into a bent-over, muscle ass, allowing his tongue to rocket further up this hot man's asshole. Damn, but he tasted good! He wasn't into shit, but he sure loved a well-aged butthole. The tang of sweat and raunchy hole sent waves of hunger to his brain. I gotta fuck this guy!
"You have lube handy?" Jim asked, moaning loudly as Gus deep-throated his nine-inch dick.
Gus broke the suction and indicated a small nightstand beside the bed. "In there." Jim pulled out a small pump bottle of raspberry-flavored lube, and smiled. I hope this means what I think it means, he thought with a wide grin. He pushed his tongue deeply into Gus' ass again. This man never stopped tasting good! "Gawd! I'm so hot to get fucked," Gus cried. "You're a champion ass eater. That's what it takes to get me relaxed enough to take a fat, long dick like yours up this alabaster ass." Gus turned, grabbed the lube from Jim's hand, applied some to Jim's upright organ, and slowly sat on the granite- like phallus. "Fuckin' HUGE!" he breathed sharply through his clenched teeth. But, the pain quickly dissipated, replaced by building pleasure.
Jim's thick dickhead rumbled over Gus' prostate repeatedly. He was torn between fucking him deeply or only at Gus' ass lips. Both were tight, sending waves of pleasure through his big body. But, Gus decided it for him, rising and falling on the big dick up his ass, long-dicking himself on the big man's semen launcher. He smiled down at the handsome man, going gray at the temples. His hands rested on Jim's big pecs, massaging and kneading them like bread dough, pulling on the erect nips. Gus' ass sent waves of muscle contractions around Jim's thrusting dick, milking the entire, thick length. He leaned in and kissed Jim on the lips, sharing the butthole tastes on his lips and tongue, nearly closing off Jim's breathing. He tasted and smelled his own ass on Jim's face. If he weren't careful, that big cock and the taste of ass on Jim's mouth would make him cum too soon.
Jim hadn't been idle, either. His hands had alternated between pulling Gus' big muscle ass cheeks apart so he could spear him more deeply and pawing the hot fuckee's wide, hard pecs. The tanned, stone slabs of muscle made him so hot. With his overheated dick deep in the muscleman's ass, he was in danger of cumming too quickly. He was so close! Gus kissed him again, pressing his tongue inside, letting Jim taste the flavorful butthole that Gus had been eating. Jim tried to push him away, but the only thing that pushed was his swollen dick deeper into Gus' hole. "Ah, FUCK!" he moaned breaking the kiss. "I'm gonna cum!"
Gus felt the big man convulse beneath him, the monster in his ass jerked violently. He pulled almost off the big snake, squeezing it with his butt ring muscles and feeling more sperm gravy jet into him. He sat hard on the big meat missile as Jim thrust with all his might upwards, cramming nine thick inches of spraying sperm hose as high up Gus' ass as he could. His pubes ground into Gus' butthole, chafing them. He bucked again and again. His big nuts drained more cream into Gus.
Regaining his breath and some muscle control, Jim lazily fucked upwards, enjoying the waning waves of pleasure. His dick stopped jerking and oozed out the last drops of cum. "Damn! You're the hottest fuck I've ever had." He felt fluid dripping and cooling around the base of his dick. "But, I'd better pull out, or we'll both be in a wet spot."
Gus pulled off, but turned around immediately and licked at the base of Jim's still massive cock. "I love the taste of cum," he allowed, drawing in another deep breath before returning to his task.
"So do I," Jim agreed. He pulled Gus' ass down to his face and sniffed hungrily. The raspberry lube glistened around the pink hole. His tongue darted out and licked at it, tasting raspberry, cum and butthole. "Damn! This is GOOD!" he sighed contentedly. Gus pushed his ass back into Jim's face, spreading his muscular butt cheeks in the process. More cum rolled out for Jim to lick up. With a growing need, Jim licked, then, sucked on Gus' well-fucked asshole. The harder he licked and sucked, the more of his load he got back. Yeah, just as I'd hoped. He loves to felch, too. Gus moaned at the cool tongue eating him out again, soothing his friction-heated butthole.
Without a second thought, Gus sucked the cum-oozing dick that had just been fucking his ass. It tasted so good, a heady mixture of cum and asshole. What a pig! But, he cleaned it efficiently, as efficiently as Jim was cleaning up his backside.
The more he sucked on Jim's tasty cock, the harder his dick got. He had to have this big man beneath him. He snared the lube and ran a wet finger beneath Jim's big nuts, touching his tight pucker. "Your turn," he whispered.
"Any position you want or all of them!" Jim gleefully agreed. "But, take it easy on me. That thing's a monster and I haven't had one that big in ages."
"Get on all fours," Gus commanded. "I'm gonna pound your ass like it's never been fucked before." He grabbed the lube, gazing at the massive man on his bed. "I love that big muscle ass of yours. Damn!" he crooned. "Bet it fucks real well," he added, stretching the tight puckered manhole open with lubed fingers. Smearing a light coating of the raspberry-flavored grease on his thick fuck post, he pushed against Jim's back door. "Fuckin' HOT!"
"Oh, DAMN!" Jim groaned. "BIG fuckin' dick. SHIT!" he winced as the head stretched him open and the thick, seven-inches around, monster shaft followed. "Gawd! What a dick!" Gus pushed harder. Jim tried to prevent a quick invasion by sinking back to the bed, but Gus followed. He sank all the way to the thick base, and started fucking the big muscle man stretched out beneath him. "MAN! What a fuck!" Jim whispered, now backing into the pistoning dick, and pulling his big muscle butt globes apart with his big hands. "Yeah, Man, FUCK that black ass!"
"You like it rough, doncha, Stud?" Gus snarled pounding harder and faster into the big man's ass. "Open you up so I can cum up your gaping shit hole!"
Jim grabbed at Gus' ass and pulled hard on the big glutes each time Gus thrust forward. "Fuckin' bang my ass, Man! Don't hold back. Fuck it! Cum in my big hole." They rutted and fucked for several minutes, each trying to outdo the other. Jim worked his ass muscles to milk the cum from the monster-like thickness up his ass. Gus was just as determined to fuck the muscle stud as hard and deep as he could take it. Jim rose back on to all fours, spreading his big muscle globes and pulling Gus more deeply into him.
But, it was obvious to Gus who was winning. He felt the familiar, pleasurable tingle in his nuts. He was gonna cum very soon. "I'm gonna pull out when I cum and watch my big wads of jizz shoot up your open asshole. Then, I'm gonna eat it out like you did to me."
"Only if you promise to let me clean your dirty, cum-dripping dick while I sit on your face," Jim countered. Gus smiled. Yeah, a sex pig, just like himself.
Gus was pounding hard; his big nuts were pulled up tight against the base of his thick fuck pole. "Take it, Fucker!" he shouted, jamming his cock into Jim and cutting loose with a huge wad of dick gravy that blasted deeply into his fuck partner. He pulled out, and stroked his big dick. Jim's big ass beckoned, the hole still gaping open from the obscenely thick cock that had just pulled out. He aimed and fired a thick rope of white dick sauce that soared through the open hole. The next volley hit a little low, splashing some inside, but most of it dripped around the base of the closing manhole. Gus plunged forward again, skewering Jim with his monster as it bucked and sprayed, again. Again, Jim sank to the bed, spreading his legs, and dragging Gus with him. Gus blasted again at the deepest point. Then, pulled out again and repeated the entire process. Cum dripped from Jim's big muscle ass, but most of it had been squirted inside or been pushed in by the thick shaft.
The climax waves subsided and Gus pulled out a final time. Cum dripped down Jim's asshole, leaving trails of cream that ran slowly down his big nuts. His face darted into the opening, licking Jim's cum-streaked balls, his nose wedged wetly into Jim's well-fucked asshole. Jim grabbed Gus' head and forced it upwards to feast on Jim's pucker. He continued to back up, pushing Gus on to his back and sitting on his face. Gus' thick cock lay lazily on his eight-pack abs, slowly draining more cum. He licked around the shaft, then, the head, sucking up dripping cum and ass tastes.
DAMN! This is so GOOD, Jim thought. I could eat this white stud's monster dick anytime he pulled it outta my creamed hole.
Gus was thinking the same thing. A big, light-brown, muscle ass like Jim's needs constant breeding, frequent mountings, and big loads from a thick, long cock like mine.
I'd love to have a sex pig like him hangin' around.
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