The following is too true to be true. Enjoy.
Well, I have had some close calls in the past, but something happened to me today that I don't think I will ever forget. I had a horrible day at work today with lots of stress that I won't even go into. I was really looking to blow off some steam so I went with a friend of mine to the gym with his guest pass. He is gay and about 10 years older than me. He is quite good looking and one of the nicest guys you could ever meet. He is the computer guy on our floor and he always goes out of his way to help me out. He has a great sense of humor. We used to play racquetball all the time, but we haven't gone for a while. He has a steady boyfriend now and spends most of his free time with him. We have flirted with each other a little. I always ask him about his love life and he has told me that I have the nicest ass of anyone on the floor. But he knows I am basically straight and hasn't ever tried anything. Sometimes I call him "amorcito", "My little love," and he gets embarrassed. He is Argentine, bald, very hairy, lots of muscles and uncut (from when we used to shower together after racquet ball). He could probably take me if he tried hard enough, but he is too nice.
Well Rodrigo, (The Argentine) had gone to his abs class and I was messing around with some of the weights when I saw Mike, the incredibly sexy trainer who teaches our weekly relaxation class. He has the sexiest body of almost anyone I have ever seen. He is probably the first guy that consistently makes me hard every time he comes into the room with me. He acts very straight. He is ex-military, and has been a personal trainer for years. He doesn't have an enormous muscle man body, but more of a refined, tight, Abercrombie-and-Fitch body, which really turns me on. He has large solid arms and a broad firm chest with huge nipples. He doesn't shave himself, has a goatee, short hair, a slim waist with a fully developed six pack, solid toned legs and a butt with the perfect curve that makes you want to slowly run your hand down it. He is probably just over six foot and often wears boots and leather so he looks a bit bigger. He is the type of guy who might be in a motorcycle gang, but is too good looking.
He always comes to class with a sweatshirt of a long sleeve shirt and long pants and slowly takes of pieces of clothes off during class. Usually he ends up in a tight white tee-shirt and cut off sweats that loosely hanging around his waist that look like they would fall of if it wasn't for his large cock stuffed inside his jock. I have sometimes caught a glimpse of his jock while we were stretching out together. He usually wears white, but sometimes it is black.
He has flirted with me a lot, too. The first class, he videotaped and he called me after to say that he had watched me and that he noticed that I had a lot of big muscles and that I was the best at following instructions. In another class he called me in front of the whole class to have a push up match, me against him. He said, "Let's go, you and me, on the floor." I won. He has also come into the changing room there at work to catch a glimpse of me, but I was already wearing me underwear and my shirt. He often comes over and feels my muscles while we are stretching. One time he put his hand right on my ass, and another time he said that he would like to crack me open.
He is actually good friends with my boss who is also gay and has been in a relationship for 20 or so years (I am his personal assistant, but he has never tried anything on me or even flirted). My boss comes to the class too, which is sometimes sort of weird. Mike is his personal trainer, but I don't know how close they are, if you know what I mean. So, this was the first time I had seen him with his shirt off and I just about melted into a pool of semen. I was actually quivering as he was obviously watching me while I lifted. I had ridden to work that day on my bike so I was wearing my black short biker shorts and a bright yellow mesh biker jersey. He was wearing bright red, slippery soccer shorts, white trainers and white socks and one of his white jocks. I could see the jock because, as usual, it wasn't his waistband that was holding the shorts on. In fact the tie of his shorts wasn't even tied. We worked out for a while and both of us became pretty sweaty and finally he came over to talk to me. He asked me if I was alone and I said I was (Rodrigo was meeting his boyfriend later anyway and wouldn't be worried if I didn't meet him). He said he had invited some friends over for dinner and wanted to know if I wanted to come. I said sure, trying to hide my anticipation, excitement and fear.
We walked to the showers together and started talking about work and I didn't even want to talk about it. His locker was on the other side of the room so he undressed at a distance. I could see him. He undressed slowly and watched me most of the time, with out being too obvious with the other guys in the room. I was having a hard time keeping my dick from getting hard. Especially as I got in the shower and felt him coming behind me. He didn't touch me, but I knew he was there. He took off his towel and I saw his meat up close for the first time outside of it's wrapping. It was an open shower with four showerheads on each pole. We stood at the same pole. He looked like a Greek god, but with a goatee. His bush was large but with loose wavy light brown curls like I had never seen. They looked like Shirley Temple ringlets until they got wet. His stomach muscles were firm and defined angling perfectly into his bush and then dangling from an uncut 9 inch thick cock that looked like it was starting to warm up a bit itself. In fact it was pointing a bit to the left. We both soaped up and talked about unimportant things, the I-love-you virus and the heat wave we have been having. His mind was clearly elsewhere--but we couldn't do much because of all the other guys that were around. Skipping a past a relatively uneventful ride to his house.
We walked through his door and I asked if I could borrow some clothes because all I had was my sweaty biking clothes. He said sure and went to his bedroom and pulled out a pair of ripped jeans and an old T-Shirt. When he handed them to me he was very close. He dropped them on the floor and grabbed my waste and started to kiss me. Gently at first, and then when I didn't protest, he started to go harder and deeper. His goatee scratched my face giving me a pain I hadn't felt before. I was eager for more. My tongue started fighting back and started to go deep into his throat. His hands felt really strong around my waist, but started to move back to my ass as my hands nervously massaged his enormous nipples through his tight T-Shirt. I started to slip my hands underneath his shirt. His hand moved back between my legs, and after exploring a bit, he lifted me up onto his bed. He started to get really aggressive and even bit my mouth and my tongue a little as he pinned me down on his bed with his legs strateling mine. Then all of the sudden he stood up and went to turn off the lights and light a candle. When I caught my breath, I asked about his other friends that were coming by. He said he was lying just as he struck the match and I saw a slightly sinister grin looking my way, "No one else is coming by, and I don't even know how to cook," he said. I was starting to take off my shoes, but he told me to stop. He said to just watch. He put on some Chemical Brothers music and started to slowly remove his boots. One by one. He wasn't wearing any socks. Then he peeled off his shirt, all the time getting closer to me. He undid his belt, slowly sliding it through his belt loops one at a time. I told him that I had never been with another man, and he said that he knew. He told me he was a long time friend of Rodrigo through my boss and that he knew a lot about me. He undid the top button of his 501 jeans and he was close enough for me to reach out and touch him. I grabbed for his waist wanting to caress his tight abs with my lips. He held me back roughly without saying anything and just smiled. He slowly undid each one of his buttons and then slid his old jeans to the floor revealing his famous jock, starting to tent out and become even bigger than usual. He then came over to me and told me to stay very still. Most of my body was cooperating. He reached to my waist and pulled off my jersey. He then laid me back on the bed and told me to turn over. He straddled my biker shorts with his white jock and his firm thighs surrounding my ass and gave me a five-minute shoulder and back rub down that was incredible. His rough jock rubbed against my lower back and I felt his meat getting stiffer and dangerously closer to my ass, caressing my ass cheeks with its weight. Every time his hands came close to my waist or ass I felt in danger of coming face down on his bed. He then moved to my feet and pulled off my shoes and socks one by one giving each toe a quick massage. He then sucked each toe so hard that I though that they would come off. I thought I would cum, but amazingly enough I held it. He then started moving quicker as the music changed and sped up. He flipped me over again when I least expected it and started to suck on my dick through my black nylon shorts. It wasn't hard to locate--I can tell you that much. I was absolutely writhing with pleasure. His hands moved from my massaging my tits to rubbing my stomach to caressing my abs to holding my thighs. He was quietly smiling, but I have never been that loud during sex--especially since all the sex I have had until now was alone. I was squirming and moaning and finally he pulled my shorts down to release my pent-up friend. I came as soon as his tongue hit my head. It sprayed him in the face and got all over his goatee.
He licked my balls while I finished coming and I was sad that I didn't feel my dick inside his mouth. He kissed and licked my penis for a minute and even started nibbling a bit. Then he started kissing his way up to my navel, which he sucked on for a least a minute while my dick started softening. He kissed up my sternum and my throat to my lips and I tasted my own jizz for the first time. It was salty and warm and much different than I thought it would be. I guess I always thought of urine, but it was more like warm salty water-based lotion. He asked if I would be comfortable sucking him off and I said I didn't think so, so he got some lotion and showed me his favorite way to jack off. He was still wearing his jock, but his little big man had burst way up past the waistband. He reached inside and pulled it out further as he did a little dance to "Get up on it like this" which actually made me laugh. At the end he had me pull it some. I got quite a rush holding his throbbing dick while he was leaning back with ultimate pleasure showing off his cut abs in the best of ways.
When he finally came I squeezed his head just so that it sprayed him from is forehead to his navel. As he was lying there panting, I crawled on top of him, slipping around a little. We made out for about an hour and a half and I was hard again, but I told him I really had to go to get some sleep for work tomorrow. I don't think that he wanted me to stay the night anyway. I left him, went home and got some sleep and now I have spent about an hour telling the story to you. Thanks a lot. Now I am going to be tired all day tomorrow. Not that I wasn't going to be a little tired anyway. I am actually quite nervous about seeing him on Friday. Do you think he will tell my boss or Rodrigo what we did? I didn't even think to tell him not to. But, he knows that this was my first experience, so I think he will use some discretion. Sweet dreams.