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My arms ached, and my legs trembled after that workout. If you can remember how sweaty mayor Dinkins forehead used to get, then you're also a New Yorker or have a remarkable memory. That's what I looked like, as I grabbed one of the rags from my gym bag. A impressive workout at Silver's Gym, with my biceps and triceps, looking at their best in some time. I always had been in shape, but now in my mid 40's, it's not as easy as it used to be. Big Macs and other foods have been cut out, along with the most treacherous beverage of them all. Sodas. After all they clean off dirty car batteries, so why would anyone think they were healthy? Empty calories with unbelievable sugar topped off. My 6'3 220 pound frame was sharp, and my 34" waist was envied by men and women alike. I enjoyed the compliments, but appreciated them more lately, because it was more work and less play.
The gravity machine was almost sadistic today, and every sized kettle bell was used for maximum effect. After going in the shower, I'd head back to my Manhattan penthouse, and make a whey milkshake and also ice everything down. Right now it was in for the shower, as I didn't want to have the "eau de workout warrior." There's nothing attractive about it, and I was in the locker room, taking my clothes off. Drenched. Sweat everywhere, and the same was for other men in there too. The bulky Hispanic guy was looking at my crotch. He wasn't alone, as I was checking out his beautifully thick long penis, that looked like it would be fun to handle. Yet he seemed in a hurry today, so I'd probably have to try to approach him later this week. He knew, I knew, that's just the way us gay males are wired. When you look at genitals for more than a split second, it's pretty obvious, and admittedly I had thought of him bent over and taking me inside his nice smooth ass. He had a plump one, that bubble effect that drove me crazy, and that just on point olive skin that lit up my sex drive.
That water felt good though, and I focused on the task at hand. First was the pits, my rather hairy muscular chest, and groin area. Years ago in a fitness class at college, I had learned this was where most of our unpleasant scents could emanate from. Then again when clean, nothing made me hornier than a musky penis, salty balls, or ass that was both plump and juicy for my tongue and penis to become immersed with. Soap everywhere, my nicely manscaped 8 inch cock was looking good, and those balls were dangling a lot of weight due to not clearing out the tanks much lately. Most men in their mid 40's are slowing down, but I ran 6 minute miles, and had the hormones of a high schooler. I always desired a man in every way, and really did need to score a new piece of ass for the monster down below,
Suds everywhere, all soon washed off, I put my towel on and walked out. Drying off at the bench, there was only a couple other men, so my exhibition experience would be minimized. Damn did I like showing other men my cock, and also looking at theirs, with a burning desire that words never adequately could describe. Putting on my blue t shirt first, eventually I found my white almost see through low riding briefs. They had Chinese writing on them, with the English word "brave." For $10 from eBay, they served my purposes. They allowed for my bulge to be visible and secured. Yes I owned a multimillion dollar security company, but why spend more for the same? Pondering this, I recalled this being a Native American proverb. They had gotten screwed by my white ancestors, from my English and Irish families that did unspeakable crimes.
Obviously I couldn't make up for what they did, as amends for that would be impossible. Yet I was happy to sponsor Native American and African American charities with economic college scholarships. This made me feel at least somewhat redeemed, but even if my original family hadn't been so treacherous, I still would have done the same thing. Plus my Head of Human Resources, knew my vision of hiring a both diverse and qualified workplace. For me it wasn't a burden, rather it was a pleasure, and I also was satisfied to provide upward mobility opportunities after an illustrious military career. Sure I had done some rather vicious acts of aggression in combat, but I had taken an oath to the Constitution some 25 years ago or so. "To protect the USA from enemies, both foreign and domestic." It didn't hurt my feelings, or cause me nightmares, to have shot center mass Al Qaeda and other terrorists. They were the enemy of the red, white, and blue. Plus if you think LGBT or women's rights are a problem, and this isn't to minimize them, but do please take a look at the sharia nonsense.
It didn't make me wince on my last kill, when I took out a Taliban monster, who had stoned to death gay people along with those he found guilty of adultery. Questionable motives to begin with, as it wasn't guilty beyond a reasonable doubt. It was on his prayers and also accused list. I have nothing against religion, but didn't like this hatred and vitriol that had a part in all major ones. Yet in the Middle East it was a death sentence, and no humane treatment either. The three shot burst of my M 16 rifle had taken care of business, I received more medals, and got my retirement papers. 20 great years, but now in charge of a ex special forces protection firm, that had quite an impressive list of clients and venues. Built from scratch like a pie, with top quality ingredients, and loving care to guarantee seamless ability to stretch as needed tactically.
It was fun, but admittedly a lot of hours. Sometimes it could be all engrossing, and I'd almost lose my place in time. My last few details, plus running this machine with solid people, was taking a toll. Back at my condo I made a fruit ninja shake, and fired up the laptop to look at the schedule. It was all over the place, but tomorrow I was in the clear, so I decided to keep it that way. In fact on the following day my client has canceled. I smiled realizing a needed reprieve was in order. Would stay in town, yet take a day jaunt to the USS Intrepid Museum. An Essex aircraft carrier, located on pier 86 off the Hudson, to me it was the trip to a winery or spa others would take. I loved aviation history, and plus having a military background, gave me more appreciation for it. Those in the field know, the moral boost of a low flying B1 bomber, or the propellers of an AC 130 gunship. Yep, this was a needed reprieve.
I ordered in from my favorite Chinese restaurant for dinner. With a few cold beers, I enjoyed the General Tso's chicken and sides. With a full stomach, I put porn on my smart TV. Clothes off in a pile, I watched guys getting it on. One scene where a man's hole got gaped turned me on, so badly that I had no choice but to start jerking off. My large thick cock was ready, and watching a bottom slide down his lovers well lubricated cock, I exploded with cum all over the place. Damn it felt so good, and as the food and beers kicked in, I passed out into a zenful like sleep. Knocked out completely, I don't think any part of me moved for 9 hours. No dreams remembered, but waking up with delicious cereal, fruits, and coffee I was happy to set out to learn and see history.
To those who aren't familiar with NYC, you have a lot of options. The USS Intrepid isn't as popular as say the Empire State Building, but it's close to the famous "Miracle on the Hudson" landing. I had been in town that day, and how Sully pulled that off, is what legends are made out of. In the military I was fortunate to have met all kinds of pilots, and these men and women were very sharp individuals. It didn't matter if they flew cargo, or got to hammer out the Mach's in a fighter jet. They simply were the cream of the crop, and I appreciated them immensely, on our long flights in Globemasters or the noisy but beloved C 130 Hercules. That's probably why I had some hearing loss, noted at my last physical, although explosions and firearms, had some blame also.
Taking the trains was the easiest way. I went towards the subway, both looking and feeling good. Wearing a blue polo shirt and tight pants that accentuated my well developed body, I liked turning heads of women and men alike. The ladies were so disappointed to find out I was gay, but at least I didn't let the facade go on to long. Some guys do that, and I always felt it was misleading. It's far more worthwhile, and responsible really, to be who you are and be proud of it. My parents and family accepted me years ago when I came out of the closet, as did so many friends. All they cared about was my character. Admittedly I was lucky in that, as some of my partners and lovers, had the opposite experience.
The port authority "see something, say something " posters were everywhere. Cameras were too, and my thoughts went to Orwell's 1984. A lot had changed since 9/11, except for two things regarding the trains. Okay three as New Yorkers were still blunt. The rats the size of small dogs were down here, and the scent of human piss was overpowering. Years of this, and I don't think I'll ever get used to this, even though my plan is to retire in South Florida. It is "eau de New York," and how the port authority employees dealt with it, always had me thinking about ways I could cope when on these trains. Only a few stations.
So glad to see the USS Intrepid up ahead, as getting away from olfactory torture was pleasant indeed. This carrier was built in the 1940's, and seeing it in the distance, the feeling of awe and nostalgia collided. Not the way the kamakazi pilots of Japan had, as this ship withstood those attacks, but more of inspiration and seeing the world through her eyes. The aircraft carrier had sailed all seas, was active in the Korean and Vietnamese wars as well, and was best known as the "astronaut's boat." Many of the Mercury, Gemini, and Apollo missions, ended with American heroes standing on this deck. It was mind boggling, as was the new $33 admission price.
Thankfully it was a lovely day, in the 70's, with warm rays of sunshine basking. Next to it was the old submarine, called appropriately the "USS Growler." They had the most incredible of names, and the Enterprise space shuttle stood out. While it was only used for testing, and the Columbia was the first mission, it had helped engineers make the project mostly successful. Yet the Growler always took a decent amount of my time, as I admired the "bubbleheads " that earned their Dolphins for under water surface. They were beyond brave, and current military standards, required I believe a minimum of 18 months before being cleared for submarine duty. These crews ate well, and by what they did, this was earned in every way possible.
As I walked the deck of the carrier, I noticed an attractive young man by the A 4 Skyhawk. Damn he was sexy with dark skin and I was pretty sure Filipino. College age, with smooth legs, and he was beautiful. My heart beat, and beads of sweat along with my various errogenous zones became activated. As he looked at the plane, and my eyes fixated on him, all of a sudden he smiled. I smiled back at him, and soon Max and I were conversing like two long lost friends. He was attending Columbia University, as a freshman, and was from the DC area. I was smitten by his sweet voice telling me about his engineering classes, and he was considering aviation. Also I got the vibe right away. He was definitely gay with his slight lisp, and I briefly saw his tongue ring. My knees were weak, but soon we were walking together, looking at various aircraft on the deck.
His knowledge for a 18 year old was remarkable. Lucky for him his parents and older sister, supported his fascination of planes since he was little. My military career intrigued him, as he loved it when I brought up the low B1 morale boosters. I loved his laugh, and his confident yet carefree demeanor. After shooting the breeze, and looking at planes, I asked him if he'd like to do lunch. "Yes that would be really nice." I had to stop looking at his crotch, and how his rear end cheeks were popping out of his shorts. This was easier said than done, as his 5'7 frame or so, eyes, and lips really had images going through my brain every single microsecond. My 8" of torture or pleasure was rock hard, and I think he bent over to tie his shoe on purpose. Just dreamy looking, and I literally was on edge, to just rip his shirt and shorts off.
Annie's Steakhouse just down the street is phenomenal. Close to the historic harbor area, it's intimate and trendy at the same time. Max and I ordered waters. We had their signature bread and Buffalo wings. Watching him devour the chicken off the bones, I was literally losing it as his tongue, lovingly took off each piece with unexpected delicacy. Lots of laughs. Very good chemistry. Our steaks arrived along with generous sides, and Max complimented my strong arms. "Thank you." He inquired more about fitness, and by the time the check arrived, he agreed to kick back with me at my house. I couldn't have been happier.
The ride back on the trains took longer. Yet as Max and I talked, his legs opened to seemingly, give me a better look at his crotch. Those legs were silky looking, and my testosterone levels must have been off the charts. More discussions on fitness, and I told him "once we get back to my house, let's hit the kettle bells." He didn't have an ounce of fat on him, with a washboard stomach, and I did show him how to make protein shakes. Working reps with kettle bells and other workout gear, Max took his shirt off.
I almost gasped as he was so perfectly built for my tastes. His dark colored nipples were small, and I decided to likewise take off my sweaty shirt. Max was checking me out. We kept lifting on the same bench, and without warning Max put his hands on my chest. Woah! "Let's take a shower together Terry, we can save water," with a crooked grin. My response was "let's," taking all of my clothes off. Hard as a rock, I don't think Max had ever seen someone with a penis as large as mine was. Yet he soon was naked, with a small shaved hard cock, cut and looking like he needed a blowjob and more. We walked towards the shower, and once the hot water was on, I felt Max's lips on mine. We kissed so passionately. Our tongues darting together in a act of sexual choreography, and soon I put my hard penis up against his. We both moaned in pleasure, and the pace of our kissing picked up even more.
It felt so good to have his young tan hands on my chest. Same with him doing figure 8's on my neck. The hot water and our caressing. Damn his 5" cock wasn't huge, but I loved how it looked and felt in my palms. Touching his balls Max howled, as I found a sensitive spot, that I wasn't planning on letting go. His area under his testes too, as he was moaning, like a hot steam train out of control. We put soap on each other and washed it off. Soon I turned the water off, and as he held my strong biceps, I started to dry him off with a towel. He did the same for me, and before the clock changed another minute, I grabbed his hand to take him to my room. He was slightly hesitant, and with those brown eyes stopped, as I felt his bum up that was so firm.
"Do you have a lot of lube?" "Yes Max." Our voices had changed into some primal sexualized versions. "Ok," was all he said as we kissed in the hallway, our cocks against touching each other. Holding him and putting Max on the bed, I got on top of him. My weight was a lot more than his but I was gentle, kissing him and grinding my hard and ridiculously turned on penis into his nuts. Holding hands and touching each other was magic. His lips were so soft upon mine, and I felt his metallic ring in my mouth, which charged me more up like the bull I was. Damn. My balls were heavy anvils, and I was certain precum was making its way up. I held his face, touched his hair, as his hands were on my back. Going down I kissed his neck. Oh yes it was having the desired effect.
He was hard and his inhibitions dropping fast. It was if his body sensed it, as his legs were open. Soon I had his penis completely in my mouth. As I watched his thin fingers grab the bed sheets, and got turned on by his eyes closed, I wrapped him under my tongue. Sugary precum and licking his salty but tasty balls, I took him all the way in. Slobbering on his knob, he felt the warmth, and when he looked at me all I could register was sensual joy. Up and down I went on his genitals, licking his hole, and seeing him worked up I started to finger him with the lube. He tensed up at first, but soon was enjoying what I could do with my hands. Soon something far more hard and pent up would be inside him. I licked his sensitive nipples, and kept taking his penis to my slobber mouth. I owned him completely. He was literally in another dimension, and the most delicious penis I ever had in my mouth. His scents and the clicking sound of his precum, caused me to bury my face deeper at his groin. Touching his shaved pubic areas, I couldn't wait to be inside his tight ass. I stuck my long tongue in and around, and was greeting by heavy breathing, that spoke all the words needed to know.
As I slurped up his shaved tan eggs in my mouth, and continued to get my index finger inside him, Max showed he had gymnast abilities. Before I knew it he was on the edge of the bed, touching my hard penis with his delicate Asian fingers. Oh it was like a siesta in the Caribbean of sexuality, as my cock cupped in his hands was divine. Soon he was feeling up my extra sensitive big balls, and going down on me. Dipped in his mouth I was lost in space. His lips and eyes looking at me, he was so cute and really knew what he was doing. It was if he had hypnotized me. Simply couldn't and didn't want to move. Transfixed as his slobber rolled down my very polished knob, and I noticed he was lubing his rear end. I pushed his head down and the gagging sound told me my shaft was big for him, and soon I'd be showing him in another way.
As he slurped my Johnson further, he looked at me and said, "I want you in me. Yes Terry I want you." The way his eyes lit up, the musical quality of his voice, how his lips pursed. Oh I was going to fuck his brains out. As he straddled me, Max massaged my balls, saying "I want all of this to fill my insides." As he slid down my head and base, my toes curled as he was as hot as a oven. So wet so tight. Oh I have never had a piece of ass like this, and as he slid down his hips shook. Holding on to his hips, our tongues met again. I didn't realize it until he gasped, but I slammed my big cock all the way past his prostate into the sanctum inside him. It was as if he couldn't breathe. A tear came down so I eased up, and soon he was feeling me in a better way. It was like a knife cutting through melted butter, and I loved touching his nipples, and feeling his hard penis on my abdomen.
Finally I had enough and must take him from behind. Holding his cute bootie, oh that tannish colored slender ass, I inserted and plowed away. Seeing his face up told me, along with his indescribable words, that his nerve endings knew what I was probing him with. Sometimes he reached back to touch my testes, and it was a marvelous feeling. Holding on to his hips, spanking his cheeks, two guys became one unit on my blue bedsheets as time itself disappeared in the abyss of glorious pleasure.
Soon I had him from the side. This way my hands could occupy his genitals, and I'd clearly see my balls, were the only thing preventing me from plugging him even deeper. Kissing was so blissful. Our body heat together was sauna like, as sweat dripped off of us. Holding our hands as we were making love together, I wanted to hug him even stronger when we became disconnected. Yet now we were one, as our eyes showed attraction for each other. As I slid in, I watch with admiration as his penis threw cum all over the place. His balls and cock became smaller, and I felt the apex of losing control coming on fast.
He howled. This turned me on more, as I knew what was undeniable and inevitable. As my balls tightened up, and his ass clenched down, I screamed at who knows how many octaves. Ball juice filled his hole, and my penis just kept on like a out of control volcano. Much like a coke infested rush, I just let it happen and he smiled as he felt my baby batter swimming in him at full speed and terminal velocity. Kissing and falling into each other's arms, I knew that Max would become a regular lover. We had the chemistry, and after another shower together, we drifted arm in arm to a blissful sleep that was as perfect as the day was.