Up until I was 25, I would have considered myself an average, albeit very horny, heterosexual man. I did fairly well with women. Not the type to get tied down, I fucked frail girls with low self-esteem. I was never attracted to those uber-hot bombshells you see in girlie magazines. They always seemed like they were "too much" for me. But give me a plain-Jane looking chick who hasn't been fucked in months and I was satisfied.
See, I was never turned on by just girls. What did it for me was the actual act of fucking them. And what turned me on even more than fucking them myself was watching another guy go at it. Yes, at that time, nothing turned me on more than watching some well-endowed stud plow the fuck out of whatever girl I was seeing. It's weird, I know and borders on being kind of gay.
In fact, one time I was so turned on while watching this guy fuck my girlfriend that I jerked off on him. Fixated on his plump cock slamming in and out of her pussy, I went up to them and jizzed a copious amount of sperm onto his dick as he fucked her. Of course, he freaked out and stopped immediately with all the gay accusations I was expecting, but still it was on of the hottest experiences I had to share... (next to the following events, of course.)
I was seeing this girl, Irene, who admittedly wasn't the most beautiful thing in the world. But she was a slut, which I respected, and would let me watch her fuck other guys. Actually, of anyone I'd ever dated, she was the most comfortable with my fetish.
Anyway, we decided to join a small gym in our neighborhood. It had a pool and descent weight training facilities but wasn't as well-known as some of the larger gyms so its clientele was rather small. This I didn't mind as I was one of the better built guys that went. That is, up until I noticed this one guy. Actually, my "girlfriend" is who noticed him first. We were in the pool when she grabbed me to get my attention.
"Shit, look at that guy," she said referring to the svelte man in the speedo shorts that might as well have been invisible. "He's the hottest thing in here!"
"What about me?" I asked.
"You're the second hottest, Jake. Look at him!"
I had to admit, he was amazing. And though I was never attracted to other men, I could admit when another one was good-looking.
"Check out his cock in the shower," Irene said. "Maybe we've found our next victim!"
The guy had a healthy bulge, that was for sure. It was obvious he was packing something special down there. So when he was done with his laps, I subtly followed him to the showers and I literally couldn't believe what I saw. When he peeled his swimsuit off, the longest, thickest, most awe-inspiring, uncut masterpiece flopped out. It was utterly ridiculous how big that thing was-- and I wasn't the only one who noticed. Everyone that came into the locker room and saw it either did a double take or stared at it. But the guy didn't even seem to notice.
Time went on and Irene and I started going to the gym at different times than I would as our work schedules changed. Still, she pestered me to talk to the hot, hung, hunk and get him in on our wild sex life. But I didn't know how to approach him without seeming fruity. I mean, the only time we were ever in a close enough vicinity to have such a private conversation was in the shower when we were both naked. It was a delicate situation indeed.
One morning, I went to discover the place was virtually empty. I would find out, such was the case every morning at this gym. It was empty, save for the hot guy. And so, since we were the only two in the shower, I somehow felt more comfortable. I stared at this guy's healthy tool out of the corner of my eye while I pretended to be washing the chlorine off my body. All I could think about was what it must look like hard and how fucking amazing it would be to see it wrecking some chick's insides.
Suddenly he turned around and smirked as he looked down to see my dick rock hard, pointing up to the ceiling.
"Is there a problem, guy?" he said with that charming smile still on his face.
"Fuck!" I said embarrassed that I'd caught a hard-on and turned around, covering it up with my hands.
The guy snickered a little. "Dude, you can look. There's no one else here."
I tried to gain my composure and come up with something to say. It was hard to concentrate though, as my cock was throbbing. I turned around to see that he was only a step away from me and that his dick was growing.
"Jesus," I said nervously laughing. "Sorry, man. Just thinking about that thing fucking my girlfriend got me all horny."
Staring at me with his perfectly chiseled face he responded, "Oh, is that what you're into?"
"Fuck yeah. In fact, she's been bugging me to ask you for a threesome."
"Is that so?" he said, looking down at my boner. "Well, I'm not into that." Then he grabbed my prick and began jerking it off. "I'd rather fuck you."
"Whoa," I told him as he took my hand and placed it on his thick semi-hard monster. "I'm not gay!"
"Hmp. Ya coulda fooled me," he said smirking as I felt his dick reach its full potential in my hand. It was so thick, I could barely get my hand around it and it jutted out so as to poke me in my stomach. He took his free hand and used it to move my hand up and down his shaft. Before long, we were jerking each other off at a fast, fervent pace. Then, while still wanking my stiffie, with his other hand, he took a finger and rammed it up my asshole.
"Fuck!" I yelled as he poked and prodded away, eventually finding my prostate and causing me to spew ejaculate all over both of us like a fountain. As I struggled to regain my balance, he finished himself off, two handed, and pumped about a quart of spunk onto me.
I fell back against the wall of the shower, so woozy that I didn't even hear that there was another person in the locker room. By the time he came into the shower, the big-dick guy was far enough away from me that nothing looked suspicious. Before leaving, he turned to me said, "The name's Chuck, by the way, guy."
I answered back, still a little light-headed. "Oh, I'm Jake."
"Well, I'll see ya around, Jake," he said as he left the shower.
I continued washing the come off my body when I heard the other guy who had just come in say, "Geez, did ya see the schlong on that guy?"
"Oh yeah," I thought to myself.
It was a while before I'd go back to the pool. Of course, I did not tell Irene what happened. I did, however, tell her that I thought the guy was gay and that he probably wouldn't be willing to have a threesome with us. She was disappointed but it didn't take long for her to forget about him. Me, on the other hand, was a different story. All I could think about was Chuck and his big schlong and how intense that orgasm was. I mean, I'd played with my butt before, but could never do anything that felt that good. I was also pretty disturbed that I was now, for the first time, having full-fledged fantasies about another guy. It was weird because I looked at some gay porn sites and even downloaded a few gay sex clips and wasn't turned on by them at all. But the slightest thought of Chuck made me rock hard and horny enough to fuck all night.
I finally went back to the gym one evening and found Chuck in the weight room. I noticed, he was having that "look-at-me-I'm-hot-as-fuck" effect on everyone there-- women and men alike. Even though people were trying to go about their business, I could tell, all eyes were on him. When he spotted me, he called me out from across the room.
"Hey, Jake! Where ya been?"
I walked over to him. He was on a bench doing an exercise with a couple of free weights. "Where've you been?" he said again, in a more intimate tone.
"Last time sorta freaked me out," I said to him.
"But you liked it, right?"
'Yeah," I reluctantly told him. "But I'm not fruity."
Chuck laughed. "Ever hear that saying, a man knows best how to pleasure another man?"
"Yeah, that's the bull shit gay guys use to try and recruit straight guys."
Chuck laughed again and got up from his bench. He looked me in the eye. "Hey, either try it now or forever wonder what it could've been like." He then walked out of the weight room. Of course, I followed, making up my mind, then and there, that I'd do something "gay" with Chuck that night.
On the way back to his place, I found out a little more about him. I found it hard to believe that such a stud had never had sex with a woman, not even as a teenager. He said he always knew he was only into men. He also told me that most of the guys he'd had sex with in the past were straight. Chuck's theory on sexuality was that everyone was at least bi to some degree.
Chuck treated me like I treated women I'd fucked in the past. He threw me on his bed and violently stripped off my clothes. He kissed me in a rough, aggressive way, only like a man can. Then he sucked my nipples, like I'd done before with women. I never knew men's nipples could be as sensitive as a woman's until then. Clutching the bed clothes, I writhed and grunted as he tongued my tits. The next thing he did really startled me. He threw my legs in the air and proceeded to lap away at my butt. At first it was my whole ass, then just my asshole. He sloppily licked it like I used to lick pussy whenever I wanted it wet enough to ram my cock into it. The sensation was incredible. I was so loose that I demanded he stick his finger in there. He obliged by putting two fingers in, causing me to emit more pre-come which had already coated my belly. Then he put his mouth on my cock, engulfing it to the hilt. Convulsing, I could have come if he hadn't stopped right away. He then positioned himself in a sort of 69 position so that he was still finger fucking me but his fat penis was in my face. I stared at it as liquid dripped from it onto my lips.
He took his fingers out of my ass and looked at me, almost disgruntled. "Suck my fucking dick, man!" he ordered as if he'd asked me several times already. But before I could even lift my head up to catch it, he'd already shoved it into my mouth. God, it was so much fucking dick meat, I could do nothing but worship it. I sucked it like I liked mine sucked but could not even get halfway down on it. Jerking off what I couldn't get into my mouth, I played with his foreskin with my tongue. He moaned at that and rammed his fingers back into my hole. His finger-fucking was so good, I was probably loose enough to take his entire pole into the hilt. I let him know what a good job he was doing by taking more of his dick into my mouth. He pumped it deeper and deeper until I gagged. He then pulled out and squirted his seed all over my face, simultaneously jerking me off, finding my ass g-spot with his fingers and probing it fiercely until I too came.
Covered from head to abdomen with our thick, sticky juices, I laid back, only now thinking that I'd should have been at Irene's hours ago. And then it occurred to me, there was no possible way I'd ever have an orgasm like that with her or any other woman. Thusly, the doors of gay sex had finally opened themselves to me-- and though it still turns me on to fuck a chick or watch another guy fuck a chick, I can't imagine not being fucked myself, either before or after.
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