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"Hamman Hammers Me Home"
My name is Derek, I live in the Chicago area, and I am gay. I am 28 years old, 5'-10" tall, and 175 pounds. I work out every day at a 24-hour-gym in my neighborhood. In high school, I played football and baseball, so I am very athletic, and I stay fit. My body is lean, with defined pecs and abs. I also have very little body hair...just a little tuft between my pecs and a pleasure trail from navel to cock, that expands to a well-trimmed ring around it. My ball sack is shaved smooth at all times, I shave my ass crack as well. To look at me, most people would think I'm a jock and that I would prefer to be on top in every situation. That is partially true, I like to win in sports and in business; in the bedroom, however, I want a man to take me for him and use my body as his playground. I work hard to keep this body and I want a hot man to enjoy it.
Chicago is a great city. It has a diverse population of people from all over the world. My neighborhood, and my gym, is one of those really diverse places. It is a men's only club and offers facilities suited to that type of club. There are no strict rules about what you can wear on the gym floor; there are no objections to a little course language in conversation; and there are gay and straight men working out side-by-side and nobody gets uptight or offended by it.
My preference is to work out in the early evening. I stop by on my way home from work. That way, I can go home and crash afterward. One night long ago, I was at the gym for my usual workout and a new guy came in. Now, I tend to workout shirtless, partly because I like to show off and partly because it helps me see what I'm doing in the mirror. This particular night, I had on a pair of tight gym shorts and no shirt and I was working in the free-weight section of the room. I hear the locker room door close and the new guy heads to the free weights. When I finish my set, I look up and see this guy walking toward me and I am mesmerized. He appears to be Pakistani and he is gorgeous. His skin is dark, like a good tan. His shirtless chest is put together perfectly, with big, hard pecs and chiseled abs. The whole pec/abs package is wrapped in soft, black hair that I want to run my fingers through. His gym shorts are tight at the waist and lie loosely in front. I can see a healthy tube of meat swaying between his legs as he walks. I feel like I am just standing there staring at him and I'm embarrassed, but I can't look away. I don't know this guy; he could be a straight guy who doesn't like to be ogled. He might get offended that I'm staring.
He stops at the bench and turns away from me. That's when I get a view of his perfect bubble butt and the most beautiful, muscled hairy legs I've ever seen. He leans over to pick up weights for the barbell and I get a glimpse of his hairy as cheeks. I think I'm in lust! When he seems to be ready to lay down and do his bench press, he calls over to me. "Hey, man, can you spot me?"
"Sure, no problem," I answer. Of course, my cock is getting hard and starting to tent my shorts a bit, but I can't pass up this chance. I walk to the head of the bench and the guy lays on his back. "Oh, my name is Hamman. I just joined the gym."
"Hi, my name is Derek. Nice to meet you. Welcome to the gym."
Hamman puts hands on the barbell and lifts it off the stand. I put my hands under the bar in case it drops, and Hamman starts to lift. I'm looking down on this gorgeous Pakistani stud and watch his hairy chest flex and pump with the lifting. His stomach tightens, and his cock slides around in his shorts. His big arms have no trouble with the weight and I watch his muscles bulge with each press. He puts the bard back on the stand and looks up at me. He smiles a big grim with dimples on the side, and then he says, "It looks like you are pleased with what you see here."
I realize that my cock is sticking straight out, right above his face and he can see my ball sack under the tent of my thin gym shorts. I step back, blushing, "God, I'm so sorry," I stammer. I turn to walk away, and Hamman stops me.
"Wait, man, I seriously do not mind. I was enjoying the view I had too. You are really hot."
"Thanks, Hamman, I, um, I don't know what to say. I'm just sorry I stared at you so hard. It was rude. The thing is, you are exactly my type, if you're gay. And, if you're straight, I like looking, but I will leave you alone."
Hamman stepped over to me and put a hand on my shoulder, "I am gay, Derek, and you are very attractive to me right now."
We smiled at each other and looked around to see if anyone was watching, then we kissed. I told Hamman, "I need to finish my workout. Would you join me?"
So, Hamman and I finished our workout together. We helped each other out with pointers on form. We shared stuff we'd learned from our various trainers. And, we started telling each other about ourselves. By the time we're done, we are dripping in sweat, our muscles are hard and pumped, and we both need a long, hot shower. We head into the locker room and see that there are just a few guys scattered around in various stages of coming or going. This gym is active 24/7. I go to my locker and Hamman follows me; he just happened to pick a locker just a few feet from mine. So, we strip our shorts off, and we now get to see the whole package, and nothing is left to the imagination. I was right about Hamman, his cock must be at least 8 inches soft, as it hangs down between his legs. Better yet, it is as big around as a beer can (almost), and is uncut and veined like a work of art. I am practically drooling already. I have nothing to be ashamed of either. My cock is 7 inches long and a respectable girth. Hamman has a man-meat that I just have to worship and get inside me soon. Hamman slaps me on the ass and runs for the shower. I run after him, like a couple of high school boys playing in the locker room. The shower area is really four very large gang-showers, sitting side-by-side down a long hallway. Opposite the showers is a dry sauna and a wet steam room, each room is as big as two of the showers. There is plenty of room for everyone when the gym is really busy. Right now, though, Hamman and I have a shower all to ourselves. I go to the last shower on the end and Hamman is hiding inside. He jumps at me and wraps his immense hairy arms around me and pulls me into the shower and under a nozzle.
He turns me to face him and kisses me hard, spreading my lips apart with his tongue. I know for sure who is going to be in charge tonight. He reaches around and grabs my ass cheeks in his powerful hands, then he squeezes me hard and slaps my ass with a loud thwack. His cock is pressed into mine and I feel it growing next to mine. His soft, hairy chest is pressed hard against mine and the feeling of his hard, hairy torso against my smooth chest is intoxicating. Hamman starts to kiss my neck and then continues down my chest, stopping to lick and kiss my armpits, before chewing on my hard nipples. He kisses his way down my quivering abdomen and licks around my cock head, down the shaft, and he sucks my smooth balls into his eager mouth. He massages my balls with his tongue and I go wild, moaning out loud. "Aw, fuck!" Then, he slaps my ass again and stand up without taking my cock into his mouth. He steps back against the shower wall and holds his hands and arms out open to his sides and he looks at me and says, "Your turn."
I start at his neck and lick and kiss him, down his shoulders, stopping for a long time at each hairy arm pit, still sweaty from the gym. I inhale his musk and lick the sweat out of his hair. I come back and work on his furry nipples, licking, chewing, and biting them hard, as Hamman arches his back a little and moans. Then I trace my tongue down his washboard and onto the pleasure trail that leads me to his giant pole of lust that I want to put inside me. I lick the shaft down to the base and play his balls with my tongue. Then I lick back up the shaft and swoop his huge cock into my mouth and down my throat. He nearly gags me with his heft, But I am ready to do whatever it takes to have him inside me. He is leaking lots of sweet pre-cum that mixes with his sweat to create a delicious juice that I can't stop swallowing. Then, Hamman pulls me up to his mouth and kisses me. He starts to soap me all over and give me a really good cleaning. He runs his soapy fingers into my asshole and swirls them around. Again, and again, he digs deep into me, pulling out whatever comes. His long, meaty fingers are better than any enema I've ever had. I bend over to give him more access and he plunges soap and water into my hole and cleans me completely out. I am embarrassed to see my filth running into the drain, but his hands feel so good, I do not care. Finally, he pulls the nozzle off a hand-held shower and shoves the tube up my ass. I fill up with hot water and he holds the tube inside me as the overflow slushes out, carrying the last of my dregs down the drain. I have the cleanest pussy in Chicago right now.
Then he stands and waits. I take the soap and wash him all over, slowly and gently massaging his body and rubbing his fur and cleaning him to his finest clean. This is a fine-looking man and I want to be part of his harem. When we're finished, I follow Hamman out to the locker room and we get dressed. He says, "I want to finish this tonight. My apartment is over two blocks and up three. We can walk it ten minutes." I nodded yes and followed Hamman like a puppy out the door and to his lair.
Hamman opened the door to his apartment and showed me in. It was a really nice place, well-furnished, and pretty big for a downtown place. I followed him into the living room and he offered me a seat. So, I sat on the sofa. He went to the kitchen and returned with two beers. He handed me one and we clinked bottles. Hamman kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. Then he stripped off his shirt and sat back in the chair to drink his beer. I drank and stared at his gorgeous body. We talked a little about stuff, nothing important. I started to relax, so I kicked off my shoes and socks, and I tossed my shirt over another chair. Hamman smiled. As I was finishing my beer, I started to rub my crotch. Hamman picked up a remote and turned on some really sexy jazz. I love jazz. So, I got up and started to rub my crotch more and dance in front of Hamman, bumping and grinding my hardening cock. Hamman watched me intently. He licked his lips and started to rub his crotch too. His man-meat was growing inside. I unbuttoned my jeans, one button at a time, very slowly and then I turned my back to Hamman and wiggled my tight-ass jeans down to reveal my bare ass sticking up in his face. I swayed to the music and danced back toward him with my clean ass leading the way. He grabbed my hips and pulled me into his face and he dove into my ass, licking and kissing my cheeks and crack, He spread my cheeks and licked around my pretty pink bud and then plunged his tongue into my cunt. I cried out with a loud, "Yes!" Hamman violated my pussy with his tongue and then he shoved one of his meaty fingers inside, and I took it like a man. He pulled out and came back with two fingers, and I didn't flinch. He pulled out and thrust three fingers hard and fast into my burning asshole. I moaned, "Oh, baby, give me more!" Then, he pulled out and shoved all four of his thick, meaty fingers into my asshole and I jumped in pain and pleasure at the same time. Hamman didn't let up; he held me with one hand and pushed the other one in as far has he could. Then he spread his fingers and swirled them around to stretch me to fit his hot man-meat. I wanted him so badly!
At last, Hamman pulled his hand out of me and led me into his bedroom. He took off the rest of his clothes and told me to lie on the bed. He pulled a tube of lube out of the drawer, but no condom. "I hope you don't mind, Derek," he said, "I only fuck bareback. I know I'm clean. I know your ass is clean and ready, and. If you give me any disease, I will find you and cut off your cock and shove it down your throat. So, have we got a deal?"
"Yes, sir, you can fuck me as much as you want, and you won't catch anything from me."
Hamman got on the bed and pulled me to him. He kissed me passionately for a long time. Our bodies pressed together, and our heat began to grow with every kiss. We were breathing heavily, and our cocks were both rock-hard. I begged him to fuck me. So, Hamman got up, slathered lube all over his cock, the he squirted lube inside me. He pulled my legs up over his arms and brought his huge love stick to the entrance to my inner sanctum. He pressed against my ring and stayed for a bit. Then, he pushed a little harder and I felt him squeeze his head in and through the opening. Then, Hamman pulled out, grabbed my hips hard, and flung himself back into me in one motion, plunging his giant cock into me, up to the hilt. I felt his hairy balls slapping my shaved ass cheeks. His monster cock head was scraping against my prostate, and his thick, juicy meat was ripping me apart in the best way possible. I threw my head back and howled with delight. Hamman pumped me for what seemed like hours. He went slow and gentle, then hard and fast. He pulled out and thrust back in. Over, and over again, Hamman's beast took my guts prisoner. I was completely at his mercy.
I felt Hamman's cock get bigger, swelling from the need to explode. His balls tightened, and I saw his beautiful, furry stomach tense. He started pounding my pussy hard and deeper. All the while, my cock is hard as a piece of steel and it is bobbing up and down from the punishing of my guts. I wanted to stroke it, but I was using my arms to push myself further onto Hamman's beast. Hamman couldn't stroke it because he was pulling me onto his shaft. My cock was just flying hard in front of us as Hamman arched his back and howled like a wolf. His cum erupted out of him in spurt after spurt of hot juice, hitting the walls of my cunt. I could feel the spurting and the heat and the cream, and my cock knew what to do – it erupted with its own shower of hot cum, hitting me in the face and then my chest and stomach, and draining onto itself. Hamman kept pumping his hard shaft into me until every drop was drained out of him. Finally, he dropped my legs and collapsed on top of me. His hairy body rubbed my cum all over us both. Our cocks shared the pleasure of sensitive skin being rubbed in cum. Neither of us could catch our breath or speak.
Hamman rolled off me and broke the silence, "Derek, that was incredible! You know how to take a big man's cock and how to love it completely. Next time, I will spend more time working on your cock. It's a nice one!"
"Hamman, I couldn't ask for anything more," I said. "I have never been fucked liked that in my life. I wasn't sure I could take you, but I was wrong to worry. You fit me like your cock was made from my mold."
"I hope there will be a next time?" Hamman queried.
"I'm counting on it," I answered.
We exchanged information and drank another beer. We talked about when we might get together again. We made a date for dinner, and we set up a gym schedule. This was the beginning of a wonderful friendship and the first of what I hoped would be many more fantastic fucks.
The End