Gym Buds By Natty Soltesz
I guess I had a feeling about Greg because he's always talking about my ass and grabbing it.
"Derrion, what you've got is the definition of a bubble butt," he said to me once.
But Greg has a girlfriend -- I actually met him through her. Greg and I got along instantly and started working out together weekly. He's gorgeous - tall and broad-shouldered, dimples when he smiles, body like it's carved from ebony. And I always had the feeling like something could happen, each time we met up to lift, but so far nothing had happened.
But that day I was changing next to him in the locker room when he casually mentioned that his girlfriend was out of town. "Yeah she'll be gone for four days," he said, and raised his eyebrows at me ambiguously.
"Got any plans?" I said.
"Just to enjoy myself," he said. "You should come by." I'd only ever been to their place once, and that time his girlfriend had been there.
"Sure," I said, feeling a glimmer of something. We did legs that day and he mentioned my butt more than once. We were doing squats and he was commenting on my form and putting his hands all over me, telling me how to do it and touching my ass. He'd never gotten so up close with me before.
And then, usually when we shower, he's very careful about keeping his towel around himself. But today he just whipped it off and I got an eyeful of his big swinging dick and balls, right before he pulled up his briefs.
"Let's get dinner," he said, which wasn't an unusual thing for us, but this time we didn't just pop into the crappy sandwich shop down from the gym, we drove separate and met up at a Vietnamese place he knew on the east side of town -- not coincidentally, close to where he lived.
"Come back to my place and we'll have a beer," he said as we drained the last of the cocktails we'd ordered with dinner. So I followed him in my car, feeling all the way like something was going to happen but I didn't know what, and didn't even know if I wanted it to happen cause I was kind of afraid but excited anyway.
We went into his place and got cozy in his living room, putting on some music and sipping cold beers. The talk turned to sex, of course, and I figured it was past time for me to push things forward.
"How are you gonna keep yourself satisfied while your girlfriend is away? Seen any good porn lately?" I said.
"Yeah some," he said. "But I don't know, porn might not cut it," he added, looking at the flame of the candle he'd lit. "I get a little antsy when she's gone, to be honest."
I looked at him. Sipped my beer. He stared at me for a good thirty seconds and I stared right back.
"I've always been curious about jacking off with a guy," he said, his heart audibly in his throat. My heart started thudding, too.
"I mean, I wouldn't really want to do anything else," he added.
"That's cool," I said.
"Nice," he said. "Cool if we put on some porn?"
"Sure," I said. My cock was starting to get hard, and when he stood up I saw that his cock was hard, too, and tenting out his pants.
"One sec let me grab my laptop," he said, and went into his room. He came back with his laptop in his hand and sat next to me on the couch.
"We can watch gay if you want," he said, typing an address into his web browser. A grid of garish images popped up.
"Straight is cool with me," I said.
"Gang bang?" he said.
"Sure," I said, and he settled on a video, pressed play, and set the laptop on the coffee table. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle of lube and another small glass bottle: poppers. "You ever do these?" he said.
"Once or twice," I said.
"Sweet," he said. "They turn me the fuck on," he added, setting them on the coffee table. For a second we awkwardly watched the scene, grabbing at our clothed cocks. Then Greg raised up and just took off his pants and then his shirt, and settled back into the couch next to me bare-ass naked. I did the same. I could feel his eyes on my ass as I shook my shorts off my feet. Then I sat down.
His cock was half-hard -- I couldn't believe how thick it was. Just big. Mine shot up in no time and he wasn't being shy about looking at it. It's a nice, average-size cock and I keep my bush and balls trimmed, which it looked like he did, too. But his cock was just a thing of beauty, and his nuts were huge, too. We stroked ourselves till we had a full-on bone and then Greg grabbed the lube. He squirted some in his hand and handed the bottle to me.
I lubed up my cock. It felt so good, and I couldn't believe I was sitting here jacking off with Greg while his girlfriend was out of town. He looked over at me and laughed a little.
"Man, I'm turned on as hell," he said, holding out his cock which was legit throbbing.
"Me too," I said, and then he straight-up stared at my cock, so hard, his curiosity palpable.
"Wanna jack each other off?" I said.
He shook his head. "Nah," he simply said. But then he grabbed the poppers. "Wanna do a hit with me?" he said.
"Sure," I said. Greg carefully uncapped the bottle. And then he graciously leaned forward and offered it to me. I leaned in and with one finger closed my left nostril as Greg held the bottle to my right nostril. I inhaled. We switched nostrils and I inhaled again. Then Greg leaned back, took two big hits of his own -- one in each nostril - and put the cap back on the bottle. Then he set the poppers on the coffee table and leaned back again to jack off.
I felt the poppers start to course through me, making my blood pump and my head go woozy. I looked over at him and there was this vacant, hungry look in his eyes. He grabbed my hand and brought it to his cock. Then he reached over and took my cock in his hand.
Man his cock was huge. I stroked it slow, up and down his thick, throbbing shaft. His eyes went from my cock to the porn and back again, all the while stroking me steadily. As the poppers began to hit their peak I started to feel my orgasm rise -- maybe he did too, because all the sudden he let go of me and knocked my hand away from him. Then he sat back, catching his breath while his big boner throbbed in his lap.
"Damn these poppers are good. Fresh," he said.
"Yeah," I said, not commenting on the fact that he'd just crossed his own boundary.
"Let's change this scene," he said, and clicked through a few different pages of porn till he found one. The image that came up was a girl getting fucked in the ass. He sat back and uncapped the poppers again and we did the same ritual where he held them under my nose, except this time he had me do three hits. Then he did three hits. And as the poppers began to take over he again took hold of my cock and me, his. But this time, as the poppers ramped up and made us both start to pant and sweat, he flattened his hand and started rubbing it up and down my shaft, grabbing my balls and then reaching underneath them. I raised myself up a bit and he went lower, and then his fingers found my asshole.
"Oh fuck," I said. Greg stared me right in the eyes, lost in lust as he pressed his fingers to my yielding asshole. When the tips popped in, I groaned.
"Holy fuck," he said, and sunk them deeper.
"Fuck yeah," I said, leaning back and raising my legs to give him more access. He got his finger in to the first knuckle then put a second one in. It was dry and a little rough and when the poppers started to fade, and he took his fingers out of me, I grabbed the lube off the coffee table and got my asshole nice and slick. He was already ready with the poppers, the cap off, and he held them under my nose where I took four huge hits. He took four huge hits, too, and then his fingers went right back to my asshole.
I felt like I didn't give a shit anymore about his boundaries. His huge cock was just lying there throbbing while he fingered my asshole. I sensed that he wanted it, and that it was better to just take it rather than ask. So, I stood up and went over to him and, with my back to him, straddled him and took hold of his cock.
"Oh my god," he whispered as I positioned his cock to my hole and sat down on it. It pierced my hole and there was that one moment of voluptuous anticipation before the head popped inside. "Holy fuck, oh my god oh my god," he kept saying as I sunk down on it -- eight thick-as-fuck inches of pole that I strained to take inside myself. But I was determined. And when I got him in me fully and reached back to feel the base of his thick, raw shaft stuffing my tight hole, I knew I'd managed it.
"I'm gonna cum," he said.
"Go for it man, cum in me," I said and bounced on him exactly once -- taking him out of myself, then back in. Then I felt him throb and start to spurt. "Oh my god," he kept saying as his cock jerked and pulsed, sending ropes of cum into me. I held him deep, jacking my cock until my load rose up out of my balls and shot out all over his carpet.
"Fuck I'm cumming too," I said.
"Oh man I can feel it," he said, and grabbed my hips, thrusting once, deep into me as his orgasm reached its final throes.
And that was that. I pulled off him and looked down at his face. Our eyes were still glassy and faces red from the poppers that he still held in his hand. His towering prick was lowering like that famous tower in Italy, drops of errant cum dripping out as it deflated. "Holy shit," he said. "That was incredible."
"Yeah," I said, crashing onto the couch next to him. "Did not expect that."
"I never fucked a guy in the ass before," he said. "You won't tell Christie, will you?"
"No, man," I said, sitting there with my hole dripping cum. He got up and grabbed us paper towels from the kitchen and we cleaned up.
"Good," he said. "Maybe we can do it again, then, before she gets back."
"Yeah. Want to hit the gym again tomorrow?" I said.
"Definitely," he said and, for the first time since we'd started jacking off, he smiled at me.
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