The following story is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to accurately depict, nor reflect upon persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story by law. This is fiction. Do not forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matter'; got condom?
"Muscle Jocks For Domination" 08 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"You realize you've gotten me into something I know nothing about, Steve?"
As Raavi slept, Steve Kestner talked with the thirty year old, with the punk' attitude. That is, until he found out that Steve could be just as punky'.
"You could've fooled me, Ian."
"Yeah, well, it's just the way I am Steve."
"I don't think Jim minded."
"Nope. In fact I think he's going to be a fun player."
"You mentioned you weren't much experienced. What is it that interests you, Ian?"
With his boots up on the night table, Ian gave Steve an earful.
"Well, first of all, the first thing that hit me was the uniform. It turned me on that I could pick on Jim, in his cop uniform."
"I noticed how you played with his badge, as you told him off."
"Yeah. I also can't believe that he stood there and let me touch it."
"If Jim didn't like it, you would've been lying out on the floor, Ian. You know that."
"Oh, sure. Damn, don't believe that I had the guts to even touch him, but something inside said, `go for it', so that's what I did. Felt hot seeing him there on his knees, too. If we had been somewhere private, I think I would have my cock out, ready to make him suck it."
"What's going to keep you from still doing that, Ian?"
Smiling, Ian replied, "Hey, you got me into this, Steve. Tell me about how to go about all this topguy stuff. What about all this `sir' stuff?"
Steve went on to tell Ian about his encounter this morning with Max Verraros. He didn't mind bending low, telling him how, on his knees his lips touched the exec's cock.
"Shit, Steve, I never would have thought it. On your knees?"
"Yeah."
"Damn."
"It doesn't take much skill. Just be yourself, Ian. I mean, if Jim didn't buy what you had been `selling', he would not have had that big bulge in his crotch."
"True... true, but what else do I do?"
"Play it by ear, Ian. Did he punch you out when you squeezed his balls?"
"Nope."
"Then he must've liked it."
"You mean pain?"
"With his balls. Maybe he likes it in other places, but you wouldn't know unless you try."
"Yeah, you're right Steve. I wonder if he likes his nips squeezed or even his ass whacked?"
"I think you're getting the hang of it, Ian. Um, do you like to fuck?"
"One of the greatest pleasures a man can have!"
Steve smiled. Then he began getting some ideas of his own.
"By the way, Ian, um... you know, I haven't been fucked in awhile, um... do you think you could... um..."
Grinning, Ian told Steve, "Hey, I do feel a little horny and there's a linen closet right down the hallway. I'm ready when you are, Steve," Ian replied, rubbing his crotch.
"We better make it quick though, in case Raavi wakes up."
Walking down the hallway, they talked as they walked.
"So, you really like Raavi, huh Steve?"
"He's a nice guy. I don't really know much about him. Just met him this morning."
"You're being very concerned for a guy that you've only met today," Ian said, turning the key for the linen closet.
Holding the door, he let Steve enter.
"A table? How convenient."
"Yeah. I found it in the employee's lounge and brought it in here. Sure, some have asked where it went to, but I figured it was more valued as an occasional `fucking table'."
"Oh, so you fuck guys regularly in here?"
"A few times a week. I have my steady customers, plus an occasional guy. There's always a new guy from a pharmaceutical company breezing in here. Um, leave your clothes over there, Steve."
"Okay," Steve replied, hanging his jacket over the vacuum cleaner.
Kicking off his shoes, after sliding his pants down, Steve put them over the jacket. When next he looked up, he spotted Ian stripped down to his briefs.
"Sexy briefs there, Ian."
"Do you want to get me hard with them on or off, Steve?"
"Whichever you prefer, `sir'!"
"Cool!" Ian replied, grinning. "Get your clothes off, boy and get on your knees!"
As if being able to turn it on, or turn it off, Steve reverted back to his submissive mode. After stripping down to the blonde trail running down his stomach, to his fuzzy pubes, he got on his knees in front of Ian.
"I'm not really sure what to do, Steve."
"Take my head and mash it into your pubes, Ian."
"Cool!"
Doing what Steve suggested, Ian takes Steve's blonde mane and forces his face into his briefs.
"Um, don't smother me now, Ian!"
"Don't give me your crap, boy. Just do what I tell ya!"
"Oh, that's good Ian."
"You think so, Steve? Hee hee... did I sound convincing?"
"Yeah. But when you do it with Jim tonight, don't laugh or anything. Act stern the entire time."
"With Jim, huh? Tonight?"
"You are going to follow through with it, aren't you Ian?"
"I want to."
"Hey, you had been very convincing a little while ago and as you and he get together more and more, you'll get better at it."
"Yeah, you know Jim did turn me on."
"Then you better call him when we get through here."
"I can't believe I met a guy like Jim. A cop, no less."
"Oh, so being a dominant top isn't something that's come on you all of a sudden, then."
"Dominant?"
"That's the way it looks to me, Ian."
"Hmm... never thought of myself as a dominant top."
Giggling, Steve says, "Well get used to it. After all, Jim wants it and if you ask me, he needs it bad."
"Being dominated?"
"Yeah. You saw how hard he was."
"True. Very true. Yeah. I think I might get turned on being this dominant top guy."
"Once I accidentally keyed into the bdsm chatroom. You might try asking some of the guys there, or at least hanging out there."
"Yeah. That's a great idea, Steve. I often wondered if the guys in there are really `real' masters and slaves."
"I don't know, but would it really matter Ian?"
"Guess not, Steve. At least I'd get a feel for the position."
"So, you want your cock sucked or what?"
"Yeah, but hell with the briefs!"
After Ian shucked his briefs, Steve's mouth watered.
"It's funny how an hour ago I wanted to fuck Jim's ass and now I'm I can't wait to suck your cock, Ian."
"Hey, if you want to still fuck Jim, we can both go at it some night."
"Might be fun."
"I'm sure he wouldn't mind!"
It didn't take long for Ian to firm up to the max, as Steve's tongue took his shaft on a pleasure cruise, swirling his tongue about the rather long cock. As Ian swung his torso to and from, about half of his cock hung out of Steve's mouth, even when almost gagging him.
Pulling off, Steve asked, "Damn, how big are you, Ian? Your cock is a monster!"
"Hee hee heeee.. You know what?"
"What, Ian?"
"Before I left home, Scott, that's my bro, and I got talking about cock-lengths and we measured ours."
"And?"
"I'm not so sure you're going to want this up your ass when I tell you, Steve."
"Oh, I'll want it, Ian. Don't you go and worry about that!"
"I'm eleven inches."
"Whooooa... Never had that much up my ass before. Um, does it run in the family?"
"Nah. Scott's measured out at a mere ten inches."
"Yikes! And how old is he?"
"Eighteen."
"Damn, he must get the looks in the lockerroom!"
"He's relayed to me that he has gotten some, but also told me he's waiting till at least college before using `the weapon'!"
Steve and Ian laughed their asses off, until Ian told him, "Up on the table boy! Time to open up that ass boy!"
Folding in half over the table, Steve grabbed the other side with both hands.
"Don't worry. I'll ease it in nice and slow."
"You better. It's been awhile. Don't want anything inside torn up!"
Before Ian began the onslaught of his 11c, he asked Steve, "Get up a minute, will ya?"
"What? You want me in a different position, Ian?"
"Yeah."
As Steve stood, Ian brought their chests together, pressing their lips in sync.
"Nice kiss, Ian."
"Yeah and you know what, Steve?"
"What?"
"I'm not too close to many guys, but I like you."
"I like you too, Ian."
"No, I don't mean like as in just an ordinary friend. You had a lot of guts to stand up to me, plus you're helping me out a lot. I don't forget stuff like that. Plus... well, I haven't really told any guy this, but you turn me on."
"Turn you on, Ian?"
Instead of explaining, in words, Ian took Steve in his arms again, providing a lot of foreplay, before returning Steve's belly over the table.
"Hold on Steve. I'm not going to be rough, but hell, when you've got a dime-sized assrim, you don't leave me too much choice."
"I know, plus... gotta confess something to you, Ian."
"Oh? What's that Steve?"
"Hee hee... have fun taking my cherry!"
Ian, a little more experienced than Steve, could tell this was going to go rough on the twenty-five year old.
"Steve, you sure you want me to fuck you?"
"Going soft, are you, Ian?"
"Soft? No way. I'm as hard as a rock!"
"I didn't mean it `that' way, Ian."
"Hmm... like pain, do you?"
"Um, just take it easy Ian. Please?"
"Alright. But if it's too much let me know, Steve."
Reaching back on the supply shelf, Ian squirt out almost a whole tube of a KY-like substance, coating his 11c, plus fingering Steve's hole.
"Ooooow... owch...owch..owch!"
"Damn Steve, are you tight! I've only got two fingers barely in!"
"Um, is your cock wider, Ian?"
"Does the pope have thumbs?"
"Ugh."
"We don't have to do this if..."
"Do it, dammit!"
"Stubborn bitch!" Ian replied, stuffing three fingers in.
"Oooooooh shit!"
Then reaching to another shelf, Ian ripped open half a dozen packages of gauze pads.
Pulling back on Steve's head, he demanded, "Open your mouth, boy!"
As Steve complied, he stuffed the linen gauze in. Not giving Steve much time to think, `what for?', Ian gave his cock one last handful of lube around the barrel, stuck the cockhead up to Steve's ass entrance and shoved it in. It wasn't the first time Ian stuffed his 11c into a tight hole, but none tighter than Steve's.
"Oh fuck are you tight! Fuckin' hot, though!"
With about two inches in, he backed out and reentered. Still, after four inches, Steve was muffling profanities, arching his back.
"I can stop now, if you want to, Steve?"
Ian smiled, as Steve gestured, shaking his head back and forth, mouthing as best he could, "No, no, no, no, no!"
However, Ian didn't go at it like any ordinary Joe. Periodically he would stop, lean over and kiss Steve on the back, neck of side of his face.
Six inches in, he commented, "Man, I've gotta bed you, Steve."
It's then Ian got an idea. Pulling all the way out, he went over to the opposite shelf, the one Steve faced, took an arm full of blankets and threw them on the floor.
"I know I shouldn't be doing this, but...."
Then, returning to the table, where Steve still lurched over it, Ian reached under his bod, under his pecs and brought Steve up from the table.
"C'mon baby," Ian gently said to him.
As Steve's back melded with Ian's front, he felt Ian's hands travel the length of his bod, cupping his smooth pecs, finger his tight trail down his stomach, a finger dart in and out of his navel, then hold his cock.
"Not so small yourself, are you baby?"
It's then that Ian realized Steve still had the gauze in his mouth. Turning him around as if a ballet dance partner, doing a pirouette, he plucked the white stuff out of Steve's mouth, replacing it with his own mouth. As he French kissed Steve, he walked him over to where a dozen blankets had been laid to resemble a makeshift bed. Ian lay down first.
"C'mon baby. Right here next to me," Ian said, patting the mound of blue blankets.
Smiling, Steve got to his knees, then turned on his side, facing Ian. They faced each other, mashing their hard shafts together. After another round of sweet kissing, Steve broke away, forcing Ian onto his back. Both had broken out in a sweat and Steve lapped away at the wet blanket of brown chest hair, glued around Ian's neck.
"Oh yeah.... Yeah, that feels sooo nice," Ian complimented, rubbing his hands over Steve's sweaty back. "Oooooh fuck yeah!" Ian squirmed in ecstasy as the tip of Steve's tongue found a nip, nestled in the thick pec hair.
Sensing that he had found a pleasure spot, Steve pressed his tongue into Ian's left nip, his left index finger looping around the other nip, himself getting a jolt from feeling the thick hair massaged along with the hard nip. It's then that Steve became reacquainted with the real reason for being on the floor, as Ian's shaft poked him in the stomach. Rising up, he stare at Ian.
"What're you doing, baby?"
Smiling, Steve upright himself, his hand reaching behind his own ass. Grasping Ian's piece, he guided it till the tip of his rod aimed at his hole.
"I know I'm going to hate myself for this!" He exclaimed.
Making a wincing look on his face, he knew the inevitable.
"You don't have to do it, baby."
Stabbing himself in the ass, Steve let out a cry of pain. Realizing the fucking environment, Ian picked up a corner of the blanket and stuffed it into Steve's mouth. He bit down, but still his lungs screamed out with pain. Ian could see the tears in Steve's eyes as he sacrificed his cherry ass, doing the self-penetrating act. Ian could sense that Steve suffered enough. Even though he didn't pull out, he removed himself somewhat, as he helped Steve lower his body onto the blankets. Three or four inches remained inside Steve, as Ian shifted positions. With Steve's back to the floor, he let his ankles fall to his shoulders.
"We can stop baby, if you want?"
Pulling on the blanket, Steve let it evacuate his mouth.
"No.... no...I want this... I need this, Ian. I need you to finish it."
Before Ian continued, he lay his chest on Steve's, combining their manscents. With his elbows against Steve's thighs, he used the leverage to pull himself closer. Every few seconds, Ian would lean forwards, kissing Steve's lips, or the side of his neck. He even found Steve found it pleasurable to have his bare nips kissed. Ian sensed pleasure in doing it. In fact, he found it highly erotic to stick his tongue out and run it down Steve's fuzzy, blonde stomach trail, his tongue sensing each indentation of his six pack abs, then forcing his tongue into Steve's deep bellyhole. Still inching his cock deep inside, he couldn't bend too much.
"You okay, baby?"
Steve didn't reply. Instead, like a victim of an intense fever, he sweated profusely, murmuring sweet sounds.
"Oooooh...oooooh... fuck me... yeah...."
Ian smiled, knowing that the worst was over, feeling Steve's balls up against his own pubes. Looking upon Steve, plus the enclosed feeling around his cock, Ian sensed this wouldn't be the last time he would be sharing this act with the muscle jock.
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Continued.....
Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.