Beefcakes
I'm a second generation Japanese American living in San Francisco. My folks are well off, and with a thriving business importing Japanese cultural items to sell in my shop in little Tokyo, I do alright too. I've never married, although my parents still have some hopes for it in their old age, my girl friend Myoke, has long since realized she serves only one function for me and that is as foil for my parent's questions. I've never hidden the fact of my preference for men from her, and she keeps the charade going, because she likes the nice dinners, and special treats I give her for her discretion.
What I'm into, is big beefy American men with monster dicks who like to fuck a little Japanese guy, who worships their exquisitely buffed bodies, and strong stiff cocks. I go to a gym on Sutter Street, and sometimes my mouth just waters at the beefcake available to look at. Often, I'm lucky enough for one of them to let me give him a Shiatsu rubdown after his workout. It's a skill I learned so I could offer my other services to these big hunks of corn fed American beef. Usually by the time I'm through working on their tight backs and buttocks and legs, they are more than willing to turn over ant let me at that stiff muscle under their towel. I must have taken a thousand loads directly from the hoses of nearly five hundred men. There have only been a few who have refused my services, especially after word of my mouth started getting around.
If I'm really lucky, I can entice one to come to my apartment with me for a more traditional time. I usually treat them like visiting royalty, and ensconce them on my big bed leaning against the mound of soft pillows I keep to help with positioning when things get down to the nitty gritty. Let me tell you about just one evening at my place with a guy I'll call Matt, in honor of the mat of hair on his chest.
He was new to me when I saw him in the gym that afternoon, but his big body was so gorgeous I had to get my hands on him somehow. I asked Arnie, another great piece of beefcake, I do regularly, who the new guy was. Arnie lives at the gym, and knows everything.
"He's here for some business convention, and he's using a guest pass from his gym in Denver. His name is Steve, and he presses four hundred."
"Ummm ummm. And he's alone?"
"As far as I know. I talked to him a while ago, but he seems interested in his work out and little else. You can give it a try, but me and a few of the guys are betting you'll strike out."
"Why?"
"You haven't seen anything but his body yet; have you?"
"What else is there to see?"
"A wedding band for one thing. The guy's straight."
"Damn, damn and triple damn! I've gotta try Arnie. Nothing ventured, nothing gained." He grinned at me, and walked away shaking his long golden locks of hair.
I stayed in my sweat suit, and picked up a few extra towels, which I threw over my shoulder, trying to look like I worked in the place. I noticed several of my regulars watching me go into action. I walked up to Mr. beefcake America, and watched him as he finished pressing several hundred weight of iron. His bronzed muscles were oiled with sweat, and the beads of it glistened like drops of dew on the hairs of his chest mat. His tiny waist and crotch area was covered in a small thong of a thing, and I could see one of his nuts peaking out under the blue material. It was the size of a hen's egg.
"Hi," I said, as he dropped the bar back into the catcher. Tommy, who was spotting for him, asked if he was through, and he nodded he was, and said "thanks for the help," before turning his attention to me.
"Hi." His eyes were the color of the thong he was wearing. I'm a sucker for blue eyes.
"I'm part of the service of the club." I gave him my name, and we shook hands. "I can give you a Shiatsu rubdown if you're finished working out. A lot of the guys swear by it, and I must say, it's good for those tired and strained muscles, it sort of helps them relax back to normal after what they've been trough in your workout."
"Sure, why not?" I led him to the massage room, which was no longer used by the club officially. They had at one time kept a masseuse on staff, but nobody used him after I started doing it for free, besides they liked my extra service on their front muscle. I patted the table, and began to arrange my towels. There were some oils I kept in the cabinet there, which I started to pull out and mix in a small cup. I like a certain mixture which allows my hands to slide over the skin, but at the same time, creates a soft sensual friction that few men can resist. He laid down on his stomach as I expected, and I told him to remove his thong, so I wouldn't get oil on it. He complied imediately, throwing it on the floor in the corner. I caught a brief glimpse of his cock, when he turned to toss it and even flaccid, it looked like it would go nine or ten inches aroused. I couldn't wait.
He laid his head on his crossed arms. and I poured a little oil on my palms and rubbed them together. I started with his feet, gently working the oil, smelling of walnuts and almonds, in between each of his toes. I massaged him being careful not to tickle in any way. He was sighing deeply by the time I finished with his second foot. I poured a little more oil, and began on his calves. The muscles were tense and corded but as I worked on them, I felt them begin to loosen up and soften to my touch. He mumbled something about my hands feeling great, and I poured a little oil directly onto his thighs, and began to work it into the strained flesh making his skin so tight in that region. He sighed deeply, and I asked him to spread his legs a little so I could get to the inner thighs where I could see a lot of tension. He spread immediately, and I had his sweet little pucker surrounded by a dusting of thick curly hair winking at me and kissing the air. My cock started to get hard. I could see his big balls roll over in their sack, and I knew I was having some effect on him.
Next, I switched to his shoulders, and after I worked my way down to his hips, he was moaning slightly, and I knew I was going to get my wish. I warned him, I was going to start working on his glutes, and saw him flex them in anticipation. I dribbled oil across them, and deliberately let a stream of it go down his asscrack. He sighed again, and I started kneading his asscheeks with my strong experienced fingers. I never actually touched his pucker, but I worked my fingers squeezing along his crack, until he was breathing deeply and sighing on the table under my hands.
"O.K. now. Turn over," I ordered him, but it got no immediate response. I slapped his butt cheek once, which caused him to jump slightly. "Turn over stud."
"I...I can't."
"Why not?"
"I'm embarrassed to tell you. I...Have a hardon."
"Oh think nothing of it I give hardons to most of the guys in this place. I'm used to it."
"What do you do about it," he asked, turning over on the table slowly. Ten inches at least. I caught my breath, and stared openly at his raging dick.
"I usually suck them off before I'm finished."
"Wha? Really? You're kidding."
"Want to try it?" His wedding band didn't enter his mind once. The next thing I know, is he's got me by the back of the neck, and I've got about six of his ten inches trying to make me upchuck my sushi. I had no choice but to start swallowing dick or throw up. I treated him like my favorite candy, and just started sucking that all day sucker for everything he had. He was so horny, he only lasted a few minutes, and when he creamed me, I nearly drowned in a sea of jism. This guy squirted and squirted, until his big balls quivered once in their big sack, and then dropped back down, exhausted. I was a mess. I had cum running down my chin, the front of my sweat shirt was stained with several big splashes, and there was even a big gob of the white pearly on my knee. How it got there, I don't know.
"Man that felt good," he said, laying back down on the table, his dick still standing at attention. It showed no signs of going down anytime soon.
He reached for it and stroked himself a few times. A thick clot of cum oozed out of the piss slit, and I licked it away for him. "I've never had a blowjob like that. Thanks man. I was sort of hoping I'd meet somebody while I was here in San Francisco."
"You're married though."
"Yeah. What of it?"
"Most married guys are not into sex with queers."
"Well, I've just always wondered about it you know. The wife stayed home this time, and it being San Francisco and all I just hoped something would happen."
"It looks like you could stand a little more excitement." I took over stroking his monster cock.
"Yeah. I can usually cum four or five times before I dry up. You have any other ideas?"
"We could go back to my place, and spend the night fucking."
"Wow. Just like that?"
"Just like that. I'd love to get this monster wedged in my ass for a few hours."
"Sounds nice. I've never fucked a guy before, or an ass for that matter. Let's do it."
"Great. I'll clean up this mess, and meet you out front in ten minutes. We can shower at my place."
We took a cab to my apartment building, and when I opened my apartment door, Matt was all over me, kissing, groping and rubbing his body against mine. I couldn't believe this was a straight man the way he was acting. But still there was the evidence of his little gold band on his ring finger.
"So you don't get much male sex in Denver?"
"Oh, I'd never do anything like this in Denver. It's too small a town. Word would get around."
"What about your wife?"
"That bitch? Let's not talk about her. Suffice it to say, I married the boss's daughter in order to get ahead in the company. She was hot for kids with somebody who looks like me. I've given her three, and she's cut off sex, because three is all she wants. In the mean time, I'm left hanging in the wind sexually."
"No mistress on the side?"
"Like I said, it's a small town. Someone would figure it out. I'll inherit controlling interest in the company when the old man dies, which is my goal. The wife and kids are well cared for in the will, but I'll be my own boss again, and then I won't care who knows I'm gay."
"Can I offer you something to drink?"
"No thanks. Let's shower and get to it. I'm horny enough to start fucking my shoe." I led the way to my large shower and bath, and we stripped on the way. The walls in my bathroom, are inset with large areas of floor to ceiling mirror, which I like, because I enjoy seeing myself nude. On occasion, I also get the chance to experience watching other men interacting with me in my mirrors. It's a real turn on being able to watch yourself get fucked by some big hunk of beefcake. I like the contrast of big American fucker, and little Japanese fuckee.
In the shower, I started using my scrubber brush with scented soap on his beautiful muscular back. The stiff bristles of the brush made his skin glow. I made sure all the oil residue was off his body from the rubdown I'd given him, then I got on my knees behind him, and had him bend and spread his asscheeks. My face was so small compared to his massive cheeks, that I almost fell in between the crack, which was all the better for Matt. My tongue went to work on his pucker, and he was soon moaning and pulling on his big ten inch cock and squeezing his hanging balls.
After he was primed with my rimjob, I stood up and turned off the water. I stepped out of the open shower area, and returned with a tube of KY and an extra large rubber. Compared to my little five inch Japanese dick, all rubbers are extra large, but for Matt, the one I chose was truly big.
"Are you asking me to fuck you?" Matt seemed incredulous.
"Of course. That's why we came here isn't it?"
"I don't know man. I'm so big, and you're so small. I wouldn't want to hurt you."
"Let me worry about that. I've had big guys humping around in my ass lots of times, and I wouldn't call it hurtful. I love a big cock like yours nailing me to the wall. I especially love it when I can watch myself getting nailed in the mirrors. Do you mind?"
"No man. It sounds fucking hot." I rolled the huge rubber down his stiff shaft, and greased him and myself up. I positioned myself for the best viewing, and wiggled my cute little Japanese asscheeks at him. He stepped up to me and I watched as he slapped my cheeks a few times with his big whanger. The steeliness of his flesh gave me goose bumps it felt so hard. This was going to be one glorious fuck. I knew it before it started.
Matt got down to business, and placed the big head of his night stick at my opening. I think he was afraid to put it in the size contrast seemed too great to him. He rubbed the flaring glans into my crack and stroked himself a few times, but he made no move to actually penetrate my body. I was moaning in lust for it, and couldn't wait any longer. I reached through my legs, and gripped his shaft, and impaled myself on the big head. My ass was so ready, he slid right into me. I pressed back against him, driving my ass onto his flexing dick until I felt his balls rubbing the backs of my thighs as they swung between us.
My little balls are almost incidental to my cock, so it felt for a moment like I had developed a huge set of door knockers, and I felt a thrill looking into the glass, and seeing that huge dick buried to the hilt in my butt.
"Ohh man," Matt moaned. "You're so fucking tight, I could fuck you all night."
"I was hoping you'd say that. I love long serious fucks."
"Are you ready?"
"Yeah! Fuck me Matt. Don't be afraid pounding my butt to a pulp. The rougher the better. I really like a hard stake like yours tearing my ass apart." The slutty talk excited him, and in a few moments, he was fucking me hard, stroking his shaft in and out of me at warp speed. He placed his hands on my hips, and suddenly I was airborne. A man who presses four hundred pounds with ease, has no trouble with a ninety pound Japanese slut. He was fucking me like a machine, his beautiful hips a blur in the mirrors, and my ass looked like it was being dragged inside out every time his big American dick reversed itself and pulled out of me. I loved seeing my asslips stretched what felt like two inches squeezing and caressing his cock before it reversed again and plunged back into me at lightning speed.
The moment arrived, when his dick had pumped across my prostate enough times, and no matter how much I fought it my little nuts started their job. They twisted up tight as berries against my shaft, and I started squirting my spunk against the shower tile.
"Ohhshit! I'm cumming!" The cocksnot flew out of me, and the strong spicy odor of cum filled the air in the steamy stall. Matt groaned, and cupped a big hand around my little dick and caught a gush of spunk in his palm. He used the slickness as lube, and began jacking my sensitive cock. His hand was so big, his two smallest fingers actually hooked under my nuts, and he jacked and massaged them at the same time. I was so horny for this man, my dick never got soft.
He continued to stroke into my butthole like a freight train, and I felt my feet touch the tiles again. His free hand rubbed up and down my chest, and found my little nipples. My nubs stood up under the attention like hungry puppies, and got pinched for their trouble. I groaned, and my nuts felt like they had more to give suddenly.
Matt was beginning to breathe harder, and I could see in the mirror his ball sack was contracting up to his body. I knew I was about to get my ass creamed. I reached through my legs, and squeezed his big nuts with my tiny hand, and he grunted once, and I felt him lurch in me, and then stiffen his body. His big cock started flexing, and the thick tube on underside his shaft began pumping cum through my tight little opening as his churning nuts emptied another load.
My own little dick spoke up with a few sympathy shots, and we rolled and humped to a grinding crescendo of funky sexual groaning and grunting. Matt spent the night, and we had at each other several times, and the next day, my hole felt like it had been stretched to capacity, but I loved every minute of his big beefy dick sliding into me.
He told me he had planned to go back to Denver after the convention, but that if I'd have him, he'd love to spend the weekend fucking me. I readily agreed, and I'm busy making a traditional Japanese meal in the kitchen. He's due back from Mosconni Hall any minute.
End