It was a warm June night when my Master decided he wanted to go out to a popular leather bar in Fort Lauderdale. I had just returned from the gym, and had a great pump on. I was not really dressed for the place, wearing a tight under armor muscle t, stretched over my pecs, and thin gym shorts over my jock, but Master insisted I go that way because he likes me to look like the muscle boy that I am.
Master, on the other hand looked more appropriate in his jeans, thick belt, and boots. I am in my mid 40's, 5'8", muscled, and smooth. Master is in his late 50's, 6', hairy and has a bit of a belly.
We took a seat at a table in the corner and I went to get Master his beer. When I returned Master was chatting with a man who had taken my seat. The man looked to be in his late 50's, big - over 6'. He was bald and wore thin worn jeans, a leather vest with no shirt exposing a mass of brown/grey fur over his chest and prominent belly. Master introduced him as "Master Steve". I, of course, had to get this man his drink too, and when I returned I didn't know where to sit.
"Show my friend some respect boy, and lick his boots" bellowed Master.
I knelt down and saw Master Steve's huge, must have been size 14 or bigger wesco boots. They came up and over his thick calves. He extended his big legs so I could have easier access and lit up a cigar. I kissed and licked those huge boots for what seemed like forever. Occasionally, while I was licking the shaft he would press his booted toe into my jock clad cock, which was quickly hardening. The two Masters above me chatted away about football and bike week like I wasn't even there.
Suddenly Master said "get up here boy and let Master Steve inspect you!". I quickly stood and Steve pulled me to him, his big, calloused hands roamed my muscled bod, going under my t and squeezing my pecs and twisting my nips. He felt and rubbed my thick quads, and squeezed my cock in the tight jock I was wearing.
I let out low moans, but took it. He still had his cigar in his mouth as he reached between my strong ass cheeks and found my tight hole, pushing his big finger inside. "Nice! beautiful bod, tight fuck hole" he groaned in a deep voice. I could hear him fumbling with his belt behind me as he held me in front of him, With my back to him I couldn't see what he was doing. Then he pulled me back and up onto his lap like I weighed nothing! The man was strong. I could feel the huge, blunted end of his cock pressed against my tight hole! I shot a look at my Master, who was grinning with approval. My Master said "Master Steve's boy is out of town this week, and he has a huge load of man seed built up in his balls, I told him he could use you to help him out".
With that Master Steve pushed his beer-can thick shaft all the way in, pulling me tight on his lap.
I let out a loud yelp as the pain shot through me, he was so much thicker than what I was used to. I had luckily pre lubed before going out because I never know what Master has in mind, but this man was stretching me like never before! My Master said "Shut up boy, you get us kicked out of here and I'll beat your little ass, take my buddy's fuck!".
Master Steve just sat there with his huge erection sheathed in my spasming jock hole, smoking his cigar and playing with my pecs. To any one looking it just looked like he was holding me on his lap - and it was dark in there. His cock was so hard and unyielding, I thought 'this dude must be on viagra'.
"mmm this muscle boy's hole feels so good, so tight and hot, don't you ever fuck him? damn he's tight" crooned Master Steve in my ear. My Master replied "I fuck him constantly, and he stays glove tight - must be all the squats and leg work he does at the gym, and he's a natural bottom".
Every now and then Master Steve would thrust upwards causing me to wince in pain. Despite the discomfort my cock was rock hard and leaking in my jock - just the idea of being used by this big older man in public was so hot.
My Master sat watching with a grin.
"You should lend this muscle bitch to me for the weekend - I'll loosen up his tight hole....aww fuck he's milking me with his muscles", Steve groaned.
I hadn't realized it but my ass muscles had taken over, rhythmically squeezing the big mans thick fuck shaft as it throbbed deep inside me.
Master Steve suddenly took hold of my muscled shoulders and pulled me tight to his groin, thrusting his cock the deepest yet. I whimpered as I felt his big tool flex and spasm deep in me, and he gave out a series of low grunts. I knew he was flooding me with his master seed.
I wanted to cum desperately, but couldn't take my cock out, and besides, I did not have permission.
Master Steve quickly pulled his softening cock out, causing me to groan. He rearranged his jeans and belt and stood, just about dropping me to the floor in the process. He gave me a deep kiss and thanked my Master for sharing. He told my Master to bring me to bike week for more fun "I can never get enough of tight assed jock boys" he said and left.
I pulled myself back onto the stool, my cock still straining in my too tight jock, and my muscle ass burning from being stretched so much, and the big mans load was now leaking out. My Master looked at me and said "don't get too comfortable muscle boy, I've still got to unload my balls..."