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---------------------------------------- Gym Buddies, Chapter 3 C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com cceroticstories.blogspot.com charliessmut.tumblr.com ---------------------------------------
After the encounter with Jordan, I found myself sitting in the sauna, sweat pouring down my body, staring at a text from Dylan. I told him I could get together later that night and then went back to my house. I showered the cum off of my face and started to wonder what was happening to my life. In that moment, it didn't feel like I was living out every gay guy's fantasy. It felt like I had gone off the rails completely. I'd hooked up with two guys, neither of whom seemed to treat me with respect. They used me and then dumped me until they needed me again. I couldn't tell if befriending me and inviting me over had been some kind of stunt or if they really liked hanging around. At 30, it felt like a strange position to be in.
It turned out that Dylan wanted to go to the movies. It seemed like a pretty simple request, and I remembered what Jordan had said about Dylan being into me. Despite the shame I felt about hooking up with Jordan, I still had a thing for Dylan. I told him I was game, and he offered to pick me up.
It was probably the first time I'd ever been picked up by a guy. When he arrived he was driving an older Jeep, and I crawled in. He grabbed my thigh right way and then leaned over to kiss me. The kiss was quick and tentative, almost like nothing had happened between us. "Glad you came." he said.
I didn't know what was going on. This was clearly wasn't a booty call. It felt more like a date.
We got to the theater and Dylan paid for both of us. Then he led me up to two seats way in the back. The movie had been out for about a month, and the theater was mostly deserted. There were a couple of couples in the first few rows, but no one within ten feet of us. As soon as we sat down Dylan put his arm around me and pulled me into him. It was a bold move, maybe too aggressive for a first date, but I welcomed it. It had only been a week, and I already felt like Dylan owned me.
He rubbed my shoulder as his body pressed against mine. He was warm and solid and he smelled absolutely intoxicating. There was something rugged and sexy about him. He was wearing cologne, but I could smell his body underneath it. The low notes were 100 percent him, 100 percent man. As he pressed into me, I felt his heart beat and I leaned into him when the lights dropped. The movie started and I felt the most relaxed I'd felt in months.
We were about a half hour in when Dylan started to rub my chest. It was soft and almost unintentional at first, but then he grabbed my pec and massaged it. His fingers found my nipple through my t shirt, and he twisted it gently. My cock started to thicken, but I didn't want to reach down and adjust it. Instead I squirmed in my seat while he touched me. I suddenly felt like I was fifteen years old, on my first date.
His head rested against mine, and I heard him inhale deeply. He moved closer and kissed me softly on my ear. His tongue swirled around it once and then he pulled away. When he moved in again, he kissed me on the cheek and then on my neck. He started to bite at my skin. Jesus fuck, I'm thirty years old and getting a hickey in the movie theater. I'd never been treated this way by a man, never felt so desired and so used at the same time. While he licked and sucked on my neck, his hand moved to my lap. He found the fly of my jeans, unzipped it, and reached inside.
He massaged the lump in my briefs, grabbing at my cock and squeezing it his my hand. His fingers dug into my balls and played with those too. His mouth moved to my ear again, and he whispered, "You've got me so hot, dude." He grabbed my hand and put it between his legs. His crotch was steaming and my fingers found the big rod that shot down his pant leg. I grabbed onto it.
"See that," he whispered, "You did that to me. I've been thinking about you every day since you came over. Constantly."
He nuzzled his nose against the back of my ear, breathing against my neck and sending a shudder of pleasure down my spine. Then he moved his hand away. He knew that he would put me over the edge if he kept working my bulge. Then, unexpectedly, he slipped his fingers into my briefs. He grabbed my balls and rolled them between his fingers, then his fingers dug deeper.
He found my hole and pushed in. It wasn't an easy entry without any lube, but his finger slid in as I lifted my ass up to accommodate him. I groaned and then remembered that I was in a theater. I looked around, and everyone was still facing forward.
Dylan started to slide his finger in and out of my body. He dug in deep, pushing in as far as he could, and then pulled out. I breathed hard against his cheek. My hand was still on his hard cock, and I rubbed it softly through his jeans. He licked at my ear every so often, but kept going back to my neck, chewing and sucking on the skin. I was going to have a hell of a bruise on Monday when I went to work. Embarrassing, for sure, but worth it.
His mouth moved back to my ear. "That's a nice, tight pussy, babe. You think you'll be able to handle me if I go real slow and gentle." His finger moved in and out of me while he talked. I groaned and then whispered yes.
"Yeah, I knew when I saw you that you just needed a man to get in there and take care of you. Give you what you need. You want me to be that man?"
"Fuck yes," I said. My cock was pulsing and throbbing. I was close.
"I'm going to wrap my arms around you, hold you tight, and fill you up. Every last inch is going to be inside of you. You've seen how big it is, but you'll be able to do it. You'll make me feel good, right?"
I moaned an affirmative. Then he pulled his fingers out of my ass and zipped me up. He kept his arm wrapped around me, but the making out stopped. For the rest of the movie, a full hour, my dick never got soft. My hand stayed on the inside of Dylan's thigh, and I settled in against him. The heat coming off of him was intense, and it made me want him even more.
When the movie ended, he stood up and flattened out the front of his pants. I'm not a small man, but Dylan seemed huge as he stood over me. His basket was right in front of my face, and I remembered the way that Jordan had pulled me into his sweaty crotch. I would have dove in right there, but I wasn't sure that Dylan would have appreciated the initiative. Something told me that he got off on making me take steps I might not have been ready to take. He'd already fingered me in a movie theater without asking, and I hadn't even considered resisting. I just opened up my legs and let him go at me.
He pulled me up into a hug and held me tight. He kissed me on the cheek and said, "I think we should go back to your place. I don't want Jordan distracting us."
'Uh, ok," I muttered.
I am openly gay, but I wasn't used to public displays of affection. Dylan didn't seem to care at all. Maybe it was because of his size and strength, but he had almost no fear of people knowing that he was gay. I found his confidence incredibly attractive.
He wrapped his arm around me as we walked out of the theater, "Jordan told you that I'm into you, didn't he?"
"Yeah." I said.
"Let's get a beer before we go home. We should at least talk a little before I blow your mind in the bedroom."
"You're that good, huh?"
"You have no idea."
The beer was good. We talked about work and working out and then everything else. Dylan was a cool guy. He ordered the beers and covered the check. He wasn't physically affectionate, but he was clearly flirting with me as we drank. The guy seemed positive about everything, friendly to everyone, and genuinely happy with his life. Over the weeks at the gym I had always viewed him as a sex object rather than a real person, but now I was falling for him hard. I started to understand why Jordan felt like he had to warn me. When Dylan turned on the charm, he was almost irresistible.
We left the bar and walked toward his Jeep. As I started to open my door, he slipped in behind me and pressed me against the hard metal. He planted his mouth on mine and then his hand was on my ass, rubbing it and pulling me into him. He used his mouth to part my lips and overwhelmed me with his tongue. His crotch rested against my lower stomach, and I felt his hard cock press against me. He rubbed into me and then broke off the kiss. For a second he stared into my eyes, then he kissed me quickly.
"Get in the car," he said gruffly. I obeyed immediately.
He drove back to my place. When we arrived, he leaned over the console to kiss me and then let me out. He sat in the idling car. Finally I realized that he was waiting and asked coyly, "Do you want to come in?" He turned the Jeep off and jumped out. "I thought you weren't going to ask."
That was, so far as I remember, the only time he let me take the lead that night. I opened the door and he walked straight into the kitchen. "Do you have anything to drink?"
I offered him bourbon and he accepted. I admit it was a selfish choice. There are few things I enjoy more than the taste of whiskey on a man. Dylan took a drink and sat down at my kitchen table. His legs were spread wide and he leaned forward on his elbows. He looked like he was getting ready to pounce on me. We talked for a few minutes while we finished our drinks. Then Dylan stood and walked behind me. His hand trailed across the small of my back. He grabbed the bottle, poured us both a few fingers, and then grabbed me by the arm.
"Which way to the bedroom?" he asked softly while he held my wrist firmly.
Since the moment he picked me up for the movie, there had been no question in my mind about where the night was heading. Dylan had mentioned more than once that he intended to fuck me. He wouldn't have used the word fuck, he clearly wasn't in that kind of mood, but that was what he was going to do. I hadn't been fucked since college and was pretty exclusively a top. Normally if a guy had suggested that he was going to fuck me, I would have resisted him on principle. With Dylan, I had played along the entire time without noticing. Never once did I do anything to stop him from thinking that I wanted it as bad as he did.
When we got into the bedroom, Dylan looked around for a second and then approached me. He kissed me again and then pushed me backward onto the bed. I landed with a thud and then Dylan was on top of me. He started to kiss me, running his hands up and down my back, licking at my neck. He was like an animal, wild and out of control. Soon he had my shirt off and was licking at my chest. He ran his fingers through my fur and purred before pushing his face into my body and rubbing his forehead over my pecs. He nipped at my nipple quickly and then moved back to my face.
When he kissed my mouth again he ran his tongue over my teeth. He pulled away and grinned. "You taste nice, like whiskey," he said before pushing his tongue into my mouth again.
"You smell nice." I said the next time I had a chance.
"I picked up on that last time," he said, "That you breath through your nose. I tried hard to smell sexy but also manly. It worked, huh?"
"Oh fuck yes." I said. I thrust my pelvis upward so that he could feel my hard cock.
"Are you ready to be mine?" he said.
"Yours?"
"Mine." He repeated.
There was no explanation of what he meant, no rules, nothing, but I understood immediately. Jordan had prepared me that day in the sauna. Dylan expected me to be his, to do what he wanted, to make him feel the way he wanted, and in return, I would get all of him back. His big, bulky body on top of mine, his smell, which he thought about before taking me out, and his expert kissing and touching.
"I'm ready." I said.
"Good." he said, "He kissed me on the cheek and bit at my earlobe. Then he whispered, "There was never any doubt in my mind."
His hands started to work on my buckle and soon he had my fly open. He slid down my body, and pulled my pants down almost as fast as he pushed his face into the bulge in my briefs. The guy moved like a porn star. There was never any hesitation or sloppiness. My pants came down without resistance and he started to chew on my hard cock.
I groaned. He pushed his face into my briefs and started to rub his nose, forehead, and hair into my junk. I could hear him breathing heavily. Clearly I wasn't the only guy who got off on worshiping another man's cock. He licked at the cotton covered bulge while he looked up at me. His blue eyes were filled with desire, lust, and affection. I reached down and rubbed the back of his head. He let me do it once, and then he took my hand and held onto it as he pushed his face up int the leg of my briefs and sucked my nuts out.
He let go of my hand as he held open my briefs and licked at my nuts. He didn't give them too much attention as he stretched the briefs further and started to lick at my asshole. I knew that it was what he wanted, and I lifted my hips to give him more access. He pushed his tongue in, licking at as much skin as he could before pulling away.
Dylan stood in front of me on the end of the bed, as I leaned up on my elbows. He started to unbutton his shirt, one button at a time. Then he pulled his undershirt off. His chest was hairy and huge. I knew that his image was purposefully constructed, that, after figuring out that he was gay, he'd figured that he could take advantage of his genetics to make himself into a wet dream for guys like me. He'd succeeded. I groaned as he approached me again.
"You're," I stuttered, "You're amazing."
He straddled me and I ran my hands over his chest. He reached behind me and started to toy with my hole again. I stared at him as he pushed in.
"It's been a while, hasn't it."
I nodded.
"Why?" I could tell in his eyes that he knew the answer. He wanted to hear me say it.
"I usually top guys. Almost always."
"You never told me that." he said, "Don't worry, I'm used to guys like you. Big bad tops who can't wait to spread their legs and let me at their pussy."
He leaned over, one hand still between my legs fondling me, and kissed me. Then he whispered, "When you're with me, it's a pussy. You've already realized that, haven't you."
I nodded.
He straightened back up and unzipped his jeans. He reached in and pulled his cock out. I'd only seen it once, and I remember it being huge, but seeing it again, it seemed even bigger. "You ever had one like this?"
"Not like that." I said, Then I laughed, "I didn't think that cocks like that actually existed before last weekend."
Grinning like a sleazy dog, he said, "I'm going to touch you in places you've never been touched before. You and me are going to explore new territory."
My heart jumped again. He moved off of me and lifted my legs. He yanked my underwear off and then pulled my ass up against his stomach. He leaned over and started to lick at it. I felt the huge, wet tip of his dick against the my back, bobbing up and down, reminding me of what was coming. Dylan's amazing rim job kept me relaxed, and for whatever reason I knew that it was going to be ok. This monster dick was going to be inside me, and Dylan was going to keep me completely happy while it happened.
He grabbed my dick and started to suck on it. He took it all the way down to the root and held his face in my pubes for at least five seconds. It was amazing. I'd never been deep throated before, and the feeling was indescribable. Tight and warm and wet; I could feel his muscles contracting around my shaft. When he pulled off he looked at me and smiled.
"Where did you come from?" I asked.
"I'm not usually like this." He said, "Seriously, not a lot of guys get me going like you do."
I couldn't tell if he was being serious. Dylan was all charm and flirtation. I knew he would say almost anything to get into my pants. He did seem weirdly obsessed with me, Jordan had noticed that too. His words and the way he was treating me weren't just turning my dick on, they were turning my heart on too, and I tried to hold back. I tried to recognize his performance for what it was.
After another five minutes of rimming and sucking, he rested me back down on the bed. I flipped over quickly and crawled on my hands and knees toward him. I took his big dick into my mouth and ran my tongue over the head. As I did, I felt Dylan pour lube down my ass crack. He leaned over me and started to rub the cool gel into my hole. He worked it in with two fingers, and then finally three. I knew it wouldn't be enough. This was going to be a wild ride no matter how relaxed I was. As he fingered me, his precum oozed out into my mouth. I sucked it all up, and then moved my mouth to the base of his dick, running my tongue through his short pubes.
Finally, he pulled away. As I stared at his huge cock, he squeezed a pile of lube onto the shaft and spread it around. Then he looked me int he eyes, "You ready?"
"For what?" I said, trying to be coy.
"To be mine," he said. That word again. Mine. I still didn't understand everything that it meant, I just knew that I wanted it. Jordan said that Dylan used his guys hard. Well, I guess I was ready to be used.
"Ready." I said.
He smiled and then he pushed me onto my back. He leaned over me, and kissed me again. This time, he rested the full weight of his body on me. I felt all 220 pounds of man compress my body and push the air out of my lungs. His hands held me tight and I almost believed that our bodies were merging. When he released me, it felt like some part of me was gone. In just thirty seconds I had become accustomed to his weight on top of me.
He lifted my legs again and placed the head of his dick against my hole. It felt huge and I tensed up. Dylan felt it and rubbed my leg.
"Relax, babe. I'm never going to hurt you. Always remember that. If you listen to me and trust me, you'll always end up enjoying yourself.
I didn't respond and Dylan began to push forward. My body didn't want to let him in, but eventually the head of his big cock pushed past my defenses and into my body. I gasped and then groaned from the feeling, not exactly painful but not pleasant either, just the strangely familiar feeling of being stretched out and opened up.
As my mouth hung open, Dylan bent over me and kissed me. He exhaled into my mouth, pushing his breath into my lungs. I closed my eyes and just let the experience overwhelm me as he slowly inched into my ass. I started to feel some pain. As an instinctual reaction I reached down to push him away. My hand touched the shaft of his cock and I realized that he was only halfway home. I started to panic as I worried that there was no way I could take it all.
Dylan reacted by kissing me, softly and gently. He held me behind my shoulder blades and we rocked slowly back and forth, his cock moving around inside of me. I didn't even notice that he was making progress until I felt his pubes rubbing against my balls. When he bottomed out, he leaned up and looked down at me.
"I told you I'd be gentle," he said.
It was hard to believe that he'd managed to do it without stabbing my insides. I had no idea how long we'd been at it, probably fifteen minutes at least. He'd kissed me and rubbed me and slowly opened me up, and now, like he said, he was touching me in places I'd never been touched before.
Dylan pulled his dick most of the way out and thrust it all back in this time. It hurt a little, but it wasn't anything that I couldn't handle. Then he started to fuck me. When Dylan screwed, it was a full body experience. His mouth touched me, his hands touched me, and he wanted my hands on him. As he picked up the pace I occasionally stiffened up from discomfort, but most of the time it wasn't that bad. The good completely outweighed the bad.
Then, all at once, Dylan pulled out of me. "Alright, babe, that was the making love part. Now for the fucking part."
I grabbed his shoulder and ran a finger through his chest hair. "We have to do both tonight?"
"Oh yeah," he said as he grabbed my hip and flipped me over. "This is the part where I make you mine."
He had me on my stomach and told me to get up on all fours. As soon as my ass was in the air his hands were on my hips and his cock smashed back into me. My mouth opened up with a yelp, but I didn't have time to make a noise. He pulled back out and slammed back in. My face fell into the bedspread, and I bit down hard on the fabric.
Dylan fucked me senseless for at least ten minutes. He used me like a sex toy, took my ass, and made it his own. When he did kiss me, it was accompanied by a bite. His teeth dragged across the back of my neck and his fingers twisted my nipples. The stimulation was almost non-stop, and it was the one thing that took my mind off of the epic dick down that my ass was getting.
He grunted and panted as he fucked, but otherwise the dirty talk and teasing ended. Just when I wasn't sure I could take much more, he leaned over me and his chest rested against my back. I could feel his sweaty skin stick to mine. His tongue pressed against the back of my ear.
"Here it comes babe. There's no turning back after this. You sure you want it?"
"Fucking give it to me."
"You're going to be my everything. My boyfriend, my girlfriend, and my bitch. You understand?"
He punctuated the question with a massive thrust up into my gut. It was like he was threatening me. Reminding me that he could make this bad for me if he wanted to.
"I understand." I said.
Dylan pushed his fingers into my mouth and grabbed me by the lower jaw. He held onto my teeth hard as he slammed into my ass. The whole bed was rocking and creaking, the headboard was banging against my wall. I knew that my neighbors would be able to hear, and I was a little embarrassed, not just by the rough fucking, but from Dylan's constant talking. They would know that I was the one getting fucked. Unlike my other sexual encounters, it was clear this time that I wasn't on top.
"Gonna fill you up full, fag." he growled, "Gonna put a baby in this belly."
His head was right behind mine, and between the comments, I listened to him breath heavily. Then he buried his dick deep inside of me and collapsed on top of me. The weight of his massive body was too much to hold up, and I fell down into the bed. Dylan landed on top of me. His legs wrapped around mine and his hands stayed in my mouth. His whole body pulsated as he dropped his nut inside of me.
"There you go. You gotta a little piece of me in you now." He grunted. His thrusts got hard again, pushing up into me, knocking into things and parts of me that I didn't know existed. With each deep thrust, I groaned and whined. It felt good, but it also hurt like a motherfucker.
"Yeah," he whispered as he licked the back of my ear, "Get used to that feeling. Me inside of you. When I pull out, you're going to feel so unbelievably empty. You're never going to be the same again."
It might sound strange, but I knew that what he was saying was true. There was no way that I was going to be able to break free of this guy's spell. I was already thinking about him nearly every waking moment of my day. Now that he'd done this to me, said these things to me, opened me up like he had, there was no way I would be able to get away from him. I was his until he decided to toss me out.
Dylan rolled off my back when his dick started to soften. He flopped over next to me, legs open, and put his hands behind his back. When I looked at him, he was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. Completely unlike Jordan, his body was bulky and hairy. He looked muscular, but like a football player rather than a model. His dick was resting on his thigh, slowly deflating, still shiny with cum.
Never in my life had I sucked a dick after it had been inside of me, but Dylan didn't even need to ask. I crawled down between his legs and sucked the tip of his dick into my mouth, licking up the salty taste of his cum. Then I nuzzled into his balls and licked the sweat and cock slime from them too. Dylan cupped the back of my head.
"You and me, man. We're going to have a hell of a time together."
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