Tyler:
[THUD]
The dumbbells hit the floor as I finished my last set.
"Fuck," I muttered, dead tired from working all day and then lifting weights for the past hour. It was worth it, though-my arms felt tight and veiny, like my muscles were stretching the confines of my skin, and my chest was feeling pumped. I'd come a long way from the scrawny 135lb guy from last year. Now, weighing in at 160, I still had a long way to go, but my body felt toned, and my muscles were starting to really take shape.
I'd been staring into the mirror, only for a few seconds, but that was all it took for my attention to be diverted to the hunk working out behind me. He was probably 6'2"-about an inch taller than me, and looked to be about 180lbs of hard, perfect muscle. I felt my dick swell and pulse, and realized I needed to get out of there before I lost control. I grabbed my water bottle and keys and bolted out the door.
Luckily, my apartment was just one floor up from the gym. Bouncing up the flight of stairs, I could feel my still-growing dick flopping around in the small sweatshorts I was wearing.
"Why didn't I wear a jockstrap today?" I thought to myself. Sure, freeballing felt great most of the time, but getting turned on so easily meant the added risk of being spotted with an obscene bulge and an obvious wet spot. By the time I turned the corner and was facing my door, I was hard as a rock.
"What the fuck's gotten into me?" These days, the slightest thing caused my cock to sprout up like a redwood: a shirtless guy on the sidewalk, finishing up his run; a kid working a retail counter, dick print clearly visible in his tight jeans; and now this hunk of meat in the gym. I guess all the added testosterone building up from my workouts were compounding with my obvious need for sex to the point that, if I didn't get fucked soon, I was gonna explode regardless. Thankfully, that's where Eric came in.
I needed my husband. I needed him to fuck me. I needed him to breed me. I needed him to fuck me so hard I was limping at work tomorrow.
"Where should we do it?" I thought as I turned the key to open the door. The kitchen island was big enough, and we hadn't fucked there in a while, but it was so cold on the granite counters. Our couch would be comfortable, but I was known for blowing my load everywhere, and really didn't feel like cleaning any cum stains off afterwards. "I'll settle for the bed," I reasoned, knowing it's big enough, comfy, and the lube and towels are in the nightstand right beside it.
"Hey babe, I'm back," I said as I walked in the door, ready to get taken care of. "Eric?" That's weird, normally he's at his desk in his office around this time.
"Babe?" I said as I opened our bedroom door. There he was, fast asleep in the bed, with our two dogs up there with him. What the hell? It was only 8:20, why was he asleep? I walked over to his side of the bed.
"Eric?" I said as I leaned down and rubbed his hair, but the only response I got was him snoring and rolling over, cuddling his pillow a little harder. Obviously, even if I managed to wake him up, he definitely wouldn't be in the mood to fuck my brains out.
"Hmm, I wonder if I could at least get him hard enough for me to ride..." I reached under the covers and wrapped my hand around his thick, limp cock. I gave it a few tugs, only for him to halfway open one eye and roll over onto his stomach. Poor guy, he must have been wiped out from the day, but feeling sympathetic towards him wasn't exactly going to fix my situation, which hadn't gone down whatsoever.
Well, with Eric being out of the question, I'd have to be taken care of by someone else, I figured. I opened my phone and pulled up Grindr. I went to my profile and changed "Looking for Friends" to just "Looking" and sent a few messages to some faces I'd hooked up with in the past. Walking back into the living room, I poured a small glass of whiskey, sat on the couch, and waited.
Five minutes go by, and the only responses I was getting were guys saying they were out with friends or couldn't host. I typically have no problem hosting, but as badly as I needed to be fucked right now, I knew I wouldn't be quiet enough to keep Eric from waking.
"Baddahdoop," my Grindr notification went off, and I clicked on a message from a new guy.
"Hey, wanna fuck?" he asked. He was cute in his pic: wavy hair just over his ears, great eyes, skin, and a cute smile.
"Pics?" I said as I sent three of myself-shirtless in the gym, undies in the bathroom mirror, and an ass pic-the trifecta.
"Damn you're hot," he replied as he sent three pics back as well. His were similar, shirtless by a pool, holding his semi-chubbed dick in a selfie, and the last one was just his hard cock. It was a perfect specimen, and he had a great body too. Toned, abs were chiseled, and his arms looked pretty built.
"Hot AF dude, your place?" I typed. "Please let him be able to host and close by," I thought to myself.
[Location Received]
Yes! He was about 2 miles away.
"Yes I can host. Get over here. Can I breed your pussy?"
"Fuck yes," I said. "Leaving now, give me five minutes." Quickly I grabbed my keys, but as I started for the door, I thought about Eric. I don't typically hook up without informing him first. That's part of our arrangement: he gets to know who I'm with and where I am. Fuckkk. If I wake him up, he'll probably be groggy and in a bad mood, vetoing this hot guy I'm about to meet. I decided I'd leave a note just in case he woke up and I wasn't there, but if I made it back without him waking up, I'd throw the note away and he'd never know.
"Gone to get fucked. Didn't want to bother you. Love you, baby," I scribbled on a scratch sheet of paper, folded it, and left it on the counter. It was probably barely legible since my cock appeared to be the only muscle on my body that was working at the moment. I quietly opened the door and stepped outside, feeling electric know that I was going to get the fuck I needed.
When I was about a minute away from the guy's house, I get a message from him: "Hey, roomie is gonna be back sooner than I thought ??."
"That's fine," I said. "He can watch." I was mostly joking, but at this point I was too fucking horny to care. I figured the roommate could tune us out and let me get my fix.
"OK, so it's less of a roommate, and more of my boyfriend..." he typed. "...and he doesn't exactly know I'm on Grindr. We're exclusive."
Exclusive. Obviously not that exclusive if I'm one block from his house and he was planning on fucking me...
"Fuck," I sent him. "I really fucking needed this. My hole has been twitching and my cock has been leaking for an hour now. Haven't been fucked in days."
"Well...how do you feel about being outside?" he asked. "The alley in between our apartment and the house next door can't be seen from the road, and our neighbors are gone this weekend so they won't hear a thing."
Well this was developing interestingly. While I preferred being fucked on my back or my stomach, this guy's profile informed me that he was tall enough to probably fuck me standing up. Plus, fucking outside would be kind of hot regardless.
"OK, I'm actually pulling up now," I sent him. I looked to the side of the building and could just barely see the entrance of the alley. It would due. To be honest, being seen getting fucked wasn't really a turn-off for me anyway.
"Coming down. Meet me on the side," he said.
When I had walked a few feet into the alley, I heard a door open and saw a very cute guy walking around the corner. He was definitely just as good-looking as his pics. I was still wearing my short, tight shorts from the gym, and my cock that had somehow softened a little was getting chubby again.
"Hey, I'm Tyler," he said as he walked up.
"Jake," I said, as I extended my arm for a handshake.
"No time for friendly banter," he said as he took my arm and spun me around, pressing me up against the brick wall of his neighbor's house. "You're here for me to fuck you, so that's what I'm gonna do."
I don't think my cock could have gotten any harder after hearing those words whispered into my ear as his hand snaked down into my shorts and he rubbed a finger on my tight hole. Instinctively, I bucked out and tried my best to get his finger inside of me-my hole was hungry.
"Mmm fuck yes boy," he mumbled as he pulled his hand out and raised his finger to his mouth. "I forgot to bring the lube down, but your wet little hole seems like it'll be just fine without some," and with that, he licked his finger and shoved it right in, feeling how tight and needy my hole really was.
"Ohhh fuck," I exclaimed, probably louder than I should have.
"Keep it down, boy," he kept saying "boy" even though his profile had said he was the same age as myself. "The neighbors aren't home, but my boyfriend will be home soon and I don't want him checking out the alley if he hears you moaning for my cock."
I nodded in agreement and arched my back, allowing him better access. His finger felt so good, but honestly I was ready for the main course: cock.
Not to be judgmental, but some guys need to be fingered just to prepare their holes for a big cock. I'm not one of those guys. I love cock, and I'm good at taking them, especially when I'm this hungry for it. No lube? No problem. My wet home will still suck a hot cock right in with very little coaxing and just a little spit.
I reached behind me and grabbed the waistband of Tyler's gym shorts, tucking them under his balls and freeing his long cock to burst out and slap his bare chest. He had pulled his shirt up and over his shoulders with his free hand, and he immediately started sliding his cock up and down the length of my crack, stopping to slap my hole once or twice each time he passed over it.
"Fuck me now," I said, somewhere between a whisper and a whimper. "I need that cock in me."
"Trust me, boy, I can tell how badly you want this big dick." His voice was sexy, a little deeper than mine, and full of authority. "Get ready," he said as I felt him bend his knees and line his cock head up with my twitching hole.
[SLURP]
My hole literally engulfed his cock, as if I had somehow sucked him into me.
"Fuck," he said." You really did need this cock in you." He pulled back a little, enjoying how much suction was being applied to his cock in the absence of lube. I could only imagine how tight my hole felt as it clamped down on every inch of him, simultaneously begging him to stay inside of me and pull out just so he could shove it back in.
"Oooh fuck yes baby, your ass feels so good." Tyler was definitely getting into his rhythm: fast pumps into my hole, followed by a long pull-out, and then ramming it back inside. I was loving every minute of it, and it wasn't long before I was moaning quietly and returning each thrust of his cock with a pushback from my ass, meeting him movement for movement.
That's when we heard the car door. It was close, obviously right in front of his apartment. I had parked across the street and in front of another house, so the boyfriend wouldn't think anything of my car.
"Shhhh!" he said as he slammed his long cock back inside me and pushed me up against the brick wall. The roughness of the bricks scratched the front of my thighs. Absentmindedly, I pushed back against him-and his Cockcroft still buried inside me-and he let out a quiet moss and thrust deeper into me, his hands on my waist and his face right next to mine.
I could hear the boyfriend walking from his car and up the sidewalk, pausing when he got to the porch. "Did he hear us?" I thought. Just then, Tyler bit my ear lobe playfully and pulled his cock out and then pushed it back in, making me let out another moan.
"Shhhhhhh!" he whispered into my ear again, this time barely audible, but he kept fucking his cock into me. The door to their apartment opened and his boyfriend stepped inside.
"Mmmm," Tyler said as he fucked his cock in and out of me, now at a more relaxed pace. "Sorry, I just couldn't stop fucking your hole, just make sure you don't get loud."
"Won't he wonder where you are?" I asked, obviously concerned that his boyfriend would come walking around the corner at any moment and totally ruin this moment of perfect fucking.
"He'll think I'm out for a quick run, plus I'll come in out of breath and sweaty," Tyler explained. He had a good coverup. Maybe I should take up running...
"Now shut up and take my cock like you know you want to," he said, picking up his pace and placing me back in pure ecstasy.
We continued like that for another 5 minutes. He was really working my hole perfectly. I could feel his cock starting to get fuller, and knew he was probably getting close.
"Where do you want my load?" he asked.
"Breed me, I wanna feel your load coating my hole," I said, bucking back up onto his cock and feeling him really shove it in me.
"Unfff" he said as I felt him pulse inside me, shooting stream after stream into my hole. "Fuck yes," Bryce never lets me fuck him bare or cum inside him!"
With two tugs on my cock, I was shooting all over the brick wall and feeling amazing. Tyler pulled out, turned me around, and pushed me onto my knees in front of him. I was facing his thick, long cock. He was probably 8 inches, but not as thick as Eric's cock. I could see traces of cum smeared on it, and the veiny meat looked so tasty that I couldn't help but lick my lips. When Tyler saw that, he grabbed his cock and slapped it on my mouth.
"Open up," he commanded. I stuck out my tongue and let him slide his cock past my waiting lips. Tasting his cum was delicious, and it was still warm from my hole.
"Good boy," he said as he lifted me up. Giving me a kiss, he ran his tongue inside my mouth, tasting the mixture of my body and his, and letting out a quiet moan.
"Text me next time you want this cock. I'll try to make sure we can have a bed next time," he said as he tucked his chubby dick into his gym shorts.
"Deal," I said, although being outside had been hot as fuck in my opinion.
Tyler started turned and started heading around the corner as I pulled my own shorts up. Making sure I had my keys and phone, I glanced up and noticed a light on in their building, and noticed some quick movement in a window. Was that Tyler's boyfriend, Bryce? Had he been watching us?? I figured I wouldn't find out until next time, if I got to go upstairs and into their room. Maybe he'd had a perfect view of the show.
When I got back to our apartment, I quietly opened the door. The place was dark, so I turned on a lamp. Everything was exactly how I'd left it, including the note, still folded on the counter, untouched.
"Good," I thought, "no harm, no foul." I opened the bedroom door, stripped, and slid into my side of the bed, right as Eric rolled over and pulled me in close to him.
"Mmmm baby you feel good," me mumbled, still asleep for the most part. He reached around me and started spooning me. As I instinctively back my ass up to him, I felt his cock graze my hole. His fat, long cock swelled up a little as a reflex to feeling my tight hole, and I fell asleep praying he wouldn't notice how puffy and wet Tyler had left me.