John and Jim

John and Jim

Chapter 5--An Invitation

We finished dinner (with a minimum of salacious behavior) and returned to the kitchen. With the dishes finished, Jim gave me the nickel tour of his condominium. At 1500 square feet, it was spacious. Two decent-sized bedrooms with adjoining baths gave him all the room he needed, especially living by himself. The second bedroom he had converted into a computer work station and office. A laptop computer sat on the desk and two desktop computers stood side by side next to the desk. A small networking hub and DSL modem added to the spaghetti of wiring on the floor against the wall.

"I try to work from home on Fridays," Jim said, "and any other day I can get away with it." I smiled. If the city would let me, I'd be working from home on a computer, too, I thought. But, they are so far behind on technology that they don't even have a policy for telecommuting. "Which reminds me," he added changing gears quickly. "I have some traveling coming up: a swing through the East Coast next week. I'm trying to fix it so that I'll be back on Friday, flying into Portland late. Can you pick me up there?"

"I'd be delighted," I happily responded. "But, how will you get back to Seattle?" I wondered aloud.

"I'll take another flight out on Sunday night and a cab from Sea-Tac to home. Mr. Softie will pay for it," I replied.

"Okay," I agreed. "Just let me know which flight and when." He gave me a copy of his itinerary. We settled on me picking him up on the baggage claim level at the airport. He also said that he'd call me as soon as he got off the plane, but before he reclaimed his luggage. That would still give me the necessary 20 minutes to get to the airport, and not have to wait around, wondering if the flight was on time. I could easily monitor the progress of his flight from the internet, but it would be easier to just have him call.

The next hour of the evening, we spent talking about our jobs and our futures. Then, we watched some television, but interrupted the programs frequently to talk to each other about our lives and views of the world. It felt good to have a man next to me that I could actually talk to, even carrying on a conversation. Most of the men I'd been with were into me for the sex, and couldn't have cared less about what tomorrow may bring. Jim was refreshingly different.

That's not to say that Jim was uninterested in sex. On the contrary, he was the best sex I've ever experienced: frequent, ardent, versatile, hung, and hungry!

And he proved it again when we turned off the television and slid into bed. Jim rolled on top of me, kissing me ardently on the lips. His busy fingers pulled on my erect nipples as his wet tongue slipped lower. He nuzzled my neck and sucked on my hard nips. The lower he kissed and tongued my body, the harder I pulled my legs into my chest. He engulfed my raging dick, lodging the big, spongy head into the back of his throat. I pushed him off my throbbing meat missile just before he would have swallowed my creamy nut.

For the next several minutes, he alternated between rimming my ass and sucking my dick. Four different times I pulled him off my jerking, black python before it was too late. I was so hungry for his dick that I begged him to cum in my mouth instead of my ass. Lord knows, I love how he fucks me, but I really needed to taste his nut.

Finally heeding my pleas, he pushed my knees next to my ears, keeping my legs inside his. This pulled my ass off the bed and pressed his dripping, fat dick against my lips. I leaned my head forward, capturing his thick weapon with my mouth. His muscular ass cheeks bore down on my wet dick with each thrust forward. Each time he rocked back, my precum-slickened dick skidded across his butt pucker.

Jim's breathing quickened; his urgent rocking motion punctuated a rising crescendo of pleasure. The closer he got to his climax, the harder he bore down on my slick dick and the harder my hips rose to pound his butt. In a blur of motion and groans, my black, steely post raced up his love tunnel. I felt the sudden tightness gripping my pistoning dick, but I was too fixated on making him cum to fully realize that my dick was deep in his ass. A strangled whisper and the taste of his creamy nut announced his climax.

As he flooded my mouth with his dick nectar, my own dick jabbed deeper and harder into his butt. Slowly, it dawned on me that I was barebacking him. But Jim was riding me so hard to maximize his climax that I couldn't push him off. Besides, he was still feeding me his nut. Finally, he pulled his dick out of my mouth far enough that I could move my face to one side and warn him that I was about to cum in his ass, bareback.

"Oh, fuck!" he spat, realizing what was happening.

"I'm cumming!" I bellowed, trying to help him pull off my rampaging dick, but at the same time, fucking hard into him. He released my legs and spun about quickly. As he squatted over my face, his mouth swallowed more than half of my glistening dick. My tongue soared into his gaping, wet hole, vaguely tasting precum (and possibly cum, whether his or mine, I wasn't sure). But, my libido was concentrated elsewhere.

Jim reveled in the taste of my leaking dick, not seeming to notice or recall that it had just been deep in his ass. His groans of pleasure peaked as I started to nut into his sucking mouth. Of course, those could have been my groans, too. A hard climax into a tight ass or mouth, and my face in a muscle ass always makes me noisy.

When we finally unwound, I pulled him close to me and kissed him on the lips. "Either you get carried away easily or you trust me sooner than you should," I whispered. "As much as I love riding you bareback, you don't know me that well, yet."

"Well, I did get carried away, but I also trust you."

"With your life?"

"Yes, with my life," he replied smiling. "I know this is sudden and I shouldn't be feeling this way yet, but, I love you, John." He paused for a second. "And the man I love, I trust completely."

"This is only our second weekend together, Jim. How can you be so sure?"

"When it's right, I don't have to be hit by a brick."

I smiled. "And I thought I was the one who wore his heart on his sleeve."

"You feel it, too, doncha?" he grinned.

I nodded and smiled again. "So, what are we gonna do about it?"

"You mean besides fuck like rabbits?" he grinned. I laughed. I like the way this man thinks, I thought to myself. Jim paused for a moment, thinking. "When was the last time you were tested?"

"About four months ago."

"Negative, I assume?" I nodded. "Okay. Have you bottomed for anyone since then?" I shook my head to the negative. "Not even with a condom on his dick?"

"You're the first one to dick my ass in nearly a year," I answered. "What about you, Jim?"

"I'm always the top when I scored at the gym or anywhere else for that matter."

"When was the last time you got fucked, besides me, I mean?" I laughed.

"I got nailed last Christmas when I was in New York on business. He was a pretty good fuck, but he already had a boyfriend," he explained. "That was the last time."

"So, it looks to me like both of us have no reason to worry about a totally clean test," I mused.

"What say we hit the Free Clinic tomorrow and get those tests taken? By the time I come down to Portland next weekend, we'll have the results; and we'll know whether or not we can bareback," Jim suggested smiling like a dark Cheshire cat. I nodded my eager agreement.

Although we got nearly eight hours of sleep Friday night, it was interrupted twice for hot sex. Both times, we were tempted to bareback that didn't. "Gotta save something for next weekend," Jim had said. We showered, sucked another load from each other's dick, and prepared breakfast. Jim called the Free Clinic at nine and scheduled our HIV tests for eleven.

The counseling individual sessions ran through a battery of questions about our sexual histories. Both of us got the same assurances that the tests should come back negative, considering that we'd both had tests less than six months ago. With results promised within a surprising twenty minutes, we waited in the reception area. A couple of worried-looking men joined us in the waiting room. I overheard them say that a condom had broken while they were having sex and were worried about transmission. It didn't sound like they should be worried as both of them were negative at their last test a year ago. But, a lot of hot sex can happen in the intervening year.

Our anonymous numbers were called out. Individually, we got our test results, and met again in the reception area. Jim was pacing the floor anxiously awaiting my return. "I thought I had until next weekend before I had to give up my black ass to your rampaging, barebackin' dick," I grinned. "I didn't know they could get test results this quickly."

"My results were negative, too," Jim smiled. "And it ain't just yo' black ass that's gonna get bred, Honey." He patted my high butt and winked. "Let's go celebrate!"

"Isn't it a little early to be tossin' back a few?" I smirked.

"We'll go shopping first; then, we'll do lunch. And we'll be celebrating with champagne!" Jim chortled.

"What do you need to go shopping for?" I giggled. "I got all the booty and dick you need."

"I still need to do some grocery shopping," he admitted. "You ever shopped at the Queen's Food Center on Capitol Hill?"

"Never have. Cruisy?"

"It's like a gay bar without the smoke and alcohol and attitude. I love the flirting."

"You ever picked up anyone there?" I asked.

"Does a frog have a watertight ass?" he laughed. By now, we were in his Mercedes, driving back up Capitol Hill. Jim pulled into the parking lot of QFC (Quality Food Center is the real name) and we walked into the store. Well maintained and recently renovated, the store was upscale and nicely laid out. We shopped for dinner tonight, having agreed we'd being going out for brunch on Sunday before I headed back to Portland. As he was going to be out of town all week, there was no point in buying more than we'd consume tonight. Two hunky muscle boys checked us out in produce (Jim said that they were muscle heads from his gym and played around separately), one more in the dairy section, and one of the box boys did everything but grope our dicks as he undressed us with his hopeful eyes. We smiled, paid for our purchases, and left them all in our grinning wakes.

Back at his condo, Jim called his favorite local restaurant and reserved a table for two for 1 p.m. "I know this place has a good selection of champagnes, so now that we have every reason to celebrate, let's do it right. And I'm buying, John. You're in my town this weekend."

I didn't argue the point. I looked forward to being swept off my feet by this stud! He ordered a medium priced bubbly (although I didn't see the wine list prices, I knew it was one of the better champagnes) and took the suggestion of the waiter for our entrees. When the waiter returned to the table with our bottle of champagne, he asked if we were celebrating something special. "Yeah," Jim grinned, looking dreamily at me, "love, lust, and negative test results."

He glanced down at us as he popped the cork on the bottle. "I know that look, Jim," he laughed. "I've seen it in my boyfriend's eyes when our results came back: barebacking, right?" he added conspiratorially with a wink and a leer. "I'd fuck with either of you myself!"

"Thank for the offer, Ed," Jim smiled back, "but, this one is gonna be all mine for a while," he added, patting me on the back of the hand, "at least, the rest of the weekend."

I know I blushed crimson. When Ed left the table to check on our order, I asked how Jim knew him. "Oh, we had a fuck fling for a couple of weeks, oh, several years ago now. I wasn't ready to settle down and he was. So, we parted, but still remain friends."

"And his boyfriend?"

"I've met him a few times: he's a nice white guy like Ed, but a little too uptight for me to want to get closer," he revealed.

"I gotta friend in Portland like that," I ruminated. "But, his boyfriend wasn't uptight. He was nervous around me. He wanted to go to bed with me, but his boyfriend and he were monogamous. So, we never did. But, it still makes him socially stiff when I'm around them. And I think he's a little jealous that Bill and I got it on a few times before they met."

"Maybe that's Ed's boyfriend's problem, too," Jim agreed. "I never thought of it in those terms."

"Cut the guy some slack. Get him alone sometime and see what's up. A frontal assault isn't gonna work, but I know you can be diplomatic and circumspect."

"I'd much rather spend the time workin' on you," Jim teased.

"You got me, Man! You don't need to work it."

"Gotta keep ya interested," he grinned.

"Barebackin' me with that horsedick is gonna keep me plenty interested, not to mention barebackin' your back door, too!"

The food arrived and it was as good as advertised. Jim left the waiter a big tip, and suggested that they get together with us the next time I was in Seattle. His answer was to kiss us both, somewhat chastely, but the pat on the butt wasn't so chaste.

"I think he wants to fuck with us, with or without his boyfriend, I'm not so sure," I ventured.

"It wouldn't be the first time that I've bedded down a couple, but not at the same time. Like those muscle heads at QFC? I fucked `em both about a month apart at the gym. And I'm still plowing one of them and let the other one suck me off when we can get together at the gym. Neither one would go home with me, but both love to get it on at the gym." He sighed. "Whatever works, I guess."

"Well, at some point, we'll need to talk about fuckin' around with other guys," I suggested. "I know that while we live in different cities that it's ridiculous to assume monogamy. But, what about when we're together on weekends, or if we take a vacation together? Let's say we go out tonight to one of the bars. Is it okay to pick up another guy for both of us to play with?"

Before I could continue, Jim said, "Not tonight, John. We're barebackin' and I don't want any distractions," he smiled as he unlocked the car door.

"It was only an example," I corrected myself. "I wasn't thinking of even going out tonight. I wanna spend it with you, in your arms, fucked to death by that big dick!"

"You ARE a sweet talker!" he laughed, then, leaned over the console and kissed me. "I could take you right here, Man! You are so hot!"

"Fuck me over the hood of your car?" I smirked coquettishly.

"If I didn't live so close, I'd find a more secluded place and do just that!"

"Now, who's the sweet talker?" I laughed.

By the time we got back to his condo, Jim had convinced me that he had to be the first bottom. "I wanna feel you inside me, skin to skin, powerfuckin' my ass, and drowning my guts with your baby-makin' sauce," he insisted. I knew I'd get my turn later, so I wasn't about to argue with him. He has a delicious, totally fuckable ass, and I wanted a piece of it the old fashioned way: NO condoms!

Quickly disrobing, we raced to the bed. Jim pulled his knees into his shoulders, but I rolled him on to his hands and knees. "You're gonna get the full treatment before I give you what you want, Baby," I whispered in his ear. Kissing down his back, my tongue dug into his ass trench, wetting him to his asshole. I dodged around that and sucked on his bull nuts from several minutes. My nose was lodged against his pucker, burrowing against it. His lively balls rolled in my mouth.

Jim raised his ass higher in the air and collapsed his shoulders on to the bed. "Eat it, Man! I need some tongue in my ass," he directed, pulling his ass cheeks farther apart. "Get me so wet that I don't need lube," he added lustily.

My dick was hard as stone and leaking like a rusty, old faucet. The more I tongue-fucked his ass, the harder I got. His hands changed from spreading his ass to working my head deeper into his eager hole. My fingers stole to my throbbing dick, smearing the leaking precum generously about the thick, spongy head and a couple inches of the shaft. The more I ate his butt, the more I leaked.

Finally, I couldn't hold back anymore. "I'm so close to cumming, Jim. I gotta fuck ya," I muttered.

"Yeah, Man! Mount my ass! Pound me and cum so hard that I can feel you squirt your baby sauce into me!" he urged.

I stood on my knees behind him, pressed my slick dick against his wet hole and pushed. His asshole resisted only a second before he opened up and swallowed more than half of my 10" dick. He clamped tightly about the invader and worked his ass muscles. "I'll cum too fast if you keep eatin' my dick like that!" I warned. He backed off slightly, but was enjoying the skin to skin contact too much to stop altogether. "I'm gonna need more lube to go all the way in," I added.

He deftly scooped up the bottle of lube from the side table and handed it to me. I applied the grease to my exposed dick and rubbed some more against his distended butthole. "Take it slowly," he said. "I want this first real fuck to last."

I tried to go slowly, but my dick was so hard and his ass tunnel so tight, I wasn't sure I could hold out. Bottoming out in his deep ass made it that much more certain that I couldn't delay my climax much longer. "Just hold still a moment, Jim," I cautioned. "I'm right on the brink of a monster nut!"

He reared up in front of me and held on to my butt as my dick jerked hard inside him. I held on to his big pecs to steady us and nuzzled his neck, breathing hotly against him. Jim impaled himself on my dick and withdrew slowly until only the thick head was lodged in his ass. Then, he backed into me as slowly as he'd withdrawn. The pace was barely slow enough to keep me from cumming; but, only barely.

Jim pulled away completely the next time and rolled on to his back, his legs pulled into his chest and his lubed hole beckoning me to mount him face to face. I pushed forward easily into him and kissed him tenderly. "I love you, Jim," I murmured when we broke the kiss. "Barebackin' with you just makes it complete."

"I love you, too, Babe," he smiled up at me. "I've wanted a man like you for so long and now I have you, fuckin' me like I've always wanted it: skin to skin."

We kissed again. My thrusting hips drove my fat dick deeper and deeper with each penetration. In moments, I was long-dicking his ass, just the way I loved to do it. We kissed harder. Jim knew I couldn't hold out now. His ass muscle worked hard on the invader, milking and massaging it relentlessly. I was going to cum whether I wanted to or not. And I wanted to!

Powerfucking his ass, I slammed hard into him repeatedly. I was going for a big climax and his hungry ass was along for the ride of its black life. My pace speeded up to a blur, plunging in and out in a frenzy of motion. As I approached my peak, I felt his ass tunnel feeling more lubricated. I hoped he wasn't bleeding inside from the terrific pounding I was delivering. No, I decided, it was my dick flooding out cum before the climax hit and squirted the cum hard into him. If Jim noticed, he didn't say anything. Of course, he couldn't have with the liplock I had on him.

With a shout, my climax peaked and I sprayed his guts like a fire hose. His big hands pulled me hard into his upturned butt and held me deeply. "Fuck! Yeah!" he cheered me on. "Fill me up, Man! Fuck me!" I hammered and pounded on his butthole, spraying and squirting in staccato fashion as much dick gravy as my balls could deliver.

It surely felt good to bareback, again; especially into an ass as phyne as Jim's! Even after I knew I was done cumming, I kept fucking him. His hands insisted on it, and it did feel good to be that deep in a well-fucked and filled ass.

"Man! That was somethin'!" he exulted when we finally wound down and I withdrew my cum-laden fuck post. "I haven't ever felt someone cum so hard up my butt that I could feel your dick juice jet into me and warm my insides."

"All part of the service," I panted.

"My turn," he grinned. "You want it in any particular position? And you'd better pick only one. I'm about ready to fire, too!"

I elected face to face, too. He gave me a brief butt eating, promising to do better next time when he wasn't so hungry to fuck me. I was good for that. I needed his dick in my ass more than I needed his tongue. Both of us groaned with pleasure when his thick dick sank into my depths. "Fuck! That feels good!" I breathed. "Yeah, barebackin's where it's at!"

He wanted it to last, but he was having the same problems I'd encountered. Barebacking the man you love was too much stimulation for our libidos. I pulled at his ass, making him fuck me faster, harder, and deeper. I slide a finger up his ass and felt the slick lube and cum that I'd just fucked up there. He didn't need my middle digit to get him off. I felt him swell deep inside me. In a flurry of thrusts, he buried his big rod in my ass and came. "Yeah! Fuck me! Cum inside me! Knock me up, Baby!" I begged. "Fuck that black ass like you owned it!"

I felt a bolt of hot fluid spray into me as he jerked and shook above me, reacting to each hard climax wave as it crashed over him. The bed rocked and squeaked beneath us as nearly 500 pounds of rutting males mated on it. What a hot fuck! I milked and sucked his dick as best I could in rhythm with his ardent lovemaking. He pulled out when his dick got too sensitive, laughing. I pulled him into me and licked his cum and my ass scent from his throbbing dick.

"Fuck! What a fuck!" he finally managed to gasp. "Take it easy on the dick, Man!" he protested. "It's still sensitive!" I reduced my zeal to sucking instead of whipping my tongue around the shaft and sensitive head. His spent and leaking cum sure tasted good. I pulled him forward and started licking on his creamed asshole. "Hey!" he called out. "Two can play at that game, ya know!" He spun about, but made sure his ass was still right over my extended tongue. His mouth licked at my dried cum dick shaft, but still cum-leaking head. The harder I felched his asshole, the lower he moved until his lips were kissing my ass lips, too.

We rimmed and sucked each other's holes until we were satisfied that we'd licked out all the available cum. Considering how hard we'd both fucked and how deep we'd been, it was a wonder that we tasted any cum. But, as we'd pulled out, a small trail of cum was pulled out with us.

Exhausted, we curled up against each other and slept: my ass against his abs and still leaking, fat, black anaconda. If he could get it up again, I'd be happy to take another ride on his big dick. His heavy arm draped across my chest, his right hand caressing my left nipple. We slept like stones.

But, that sleep lasted only for a couple of hours. He awakened me with a slow stroking of his hard dick going deeper with each thrust. When he knew I was awake, he pushed all the way in. "Just wondering if it would feel as good in this position," he whispered and kissed my ear. "That okay with you?"

"Anytime you wanna fuck this black ass, I'm ready for ya!" I assured him.

"Damn! How I do love barebackin' with you!" he moaned. "And fuckin' in my own juice from our last fuck is that much better. What a great lube!"

"I certainly hope that means you plan to add to it," I asked, pushing back into each probe and massaging his captured phallus. He only groaned pleasurably in response. "If you wanna change positions, I'm all yours. Just use me and breed my black ass!"

He rolled me on to my stomach and plowed deeper. Riding higher on my hard ass, he penetrated as far as his thick dick would reach. "Barebackin' sure makes my dick happy. Too happy! I'm gonna CUM!" he announced. Powerfucking me with all his might, he climaxed in a torrent of fresh sperm that shot hotly up my thirsty asshole. "Fuckin' HOT ass!" he blathered.

When his savage thrusts subsided, I reminded him, "And you don't have to pull out for fear of leakage, now. Stay in me and drain that monster snake into my hungry hole." He laughed softly and continued slowly fucking me. He rested most of his upper body weight on his elbows as his hips ground into me. Although the sound was squishy, I didn't mind at all. I had my lover's bare dick and two big loads of his ball honey deep inside me. He could make me his constant bottom without a lot of effort.

After ten more minutes, his dick oozed out of my ass. He rolled off of me, slapped my ass lightly and said, "Time for dinner, big man. But, I think we need to shower first."

I rolled next to him, then, atop him. "I thought you might wanna give me a tongue bath," I grinned. "Dinner can wait."

He smiled up at me. "Pervert!" he laughed. But, he wasn't seriously talking about me: perhaps, more likely, about himself. He rolled me on to my stomach again and kissed me from head to toe, bypassing my ass as if he were saving dessert for last. Oh, how he relished his dessert! He sniffed, slurped, licked, rimmed, and sucked on my lubed and well-fucked manhole. Jim pulled me into a doggie style position and shoved his tongue deeper inside me. In a final gesture of piggery, he rolled on to his back and made me sit on his face. It wasn't a struggle to get me to comply.

"Gawd! What a pig!" I laughed, wiggling on his tongue and goatee. I'm not sure he was able to mine any cum from my ass. He'd shot his last load very deep and hard, again. With my ass thoroughly rimmed and cleaned, I pulled him off the bed and pushed him into the shower. "Now, we need a shower for sure!"

"But, you didn't get off, yet," he protested when I handed him the soap.

"I will; not to worry. Soap up your ass," I instructed. "This little piggy is goin' up your ass, again," I grinned waving my very hard dick in his direction. Instantly, he bent over and soaped up his butt trench with special emphasis on his tight pucker. "Yeah," I breathed hotly. "That ass is just as hot and fuckable as I remember."

Warm water cascaded over us as I long-dicked his butt. He craned his neck around to watch my big dick open and widen his butthole, fucking him faster and faster. Within another two minutes, I was drenching his insides as well as he'd sprayed mine. Yeah, barebacking is PHYNE!

Saturday night and Sunday were a blur of sexual activities: rimming, fucking, sucking, kissing, and trading cum as many times as we could get it up. But, by mid- afternoon, I had to leave for Portland. I needed to get home and get some sleep. I'd be worthless on Monday morning, if I didn't catch up on my severe sleep deprivation.

I'm sure I drove back to Portland, but I recall little of it. My head was spinning with the future and all its possibilities. Jim had crashed into my life and sent it spinning out of control. And love had entered the equation. I hadn't been prepared for that. And how was it possible that the sex had gotten better and better?

Monday morning, two of my gay male staff confronted me after I breezed into the office. "Seattle must have been incredible!" one said. "You're still floating on cloud nine." The other nodded agreement with his assessment. "What happened, and don't spare any of the delicious details!"

"I'll only share with you a couple of the details," I grinned dreamily. "We went to the clinic for testing." They nodded eagerly. "And the results were negative. I had no idea that they could get results so quickly."

"Stop stalling," said the second friend. "Give us the juicy details!"

"We fucked like rabbits: NO condoms, for the rest of the weekend!"

"Holy FUCK!" the second friend nearly shouted. "Ain't it great?" He and his boyfriend of fifteen years had been barebacking their entire relationship. They were monogamous, they said (and I had no reason to doubt them). He was the perpetual top, with his boyfriend the hungry, insatiable bottom. It sure worked for them, but I didn't see how anyone could play the same role all the time.

"More details!" the first friend begged.

"That's enough for now," I smiled mysteriously.

"You goin' up again to see him?"

"He's coming down here next weekend," I revealed.

"When do we get to meet him?" they asked in unison.

"If we ever get out of bed, we'll discuss it and let you know," I laughed.

"Bitch," the second friend muttered, giggling.

"What's he look like?" my first friend asked. I gave them a general description, leaving out certain "strategic" details, but they got those out of me eventually, even worming out of me what he liked to do in bed.

"Fuck, oh, dear!" the second friend said. "You got it bad, John, REAL bad!"

"Yeah, we've already mentioned the "L" word."

"Lesbian?" my first friend cackled.

"Get back to work before you get us all fired," I cut them off and returned to my desk.

The rest of the week was a blur of preparations and phone calls from Jim. He hinted that his business in the east might end early, so wait for his phone call before heading to the airport. I agreed to be patient.

But, my hard dick and full nuts couldn't. By Wednesday, I couldn't just beat off at home anymore. I'd successfully exited the showers at the gym Monday and Tuesday without "indulging" a couple of my regulars. But, by midweek, I had to find a man to fuck!

Luck was with me. A muscular, white guy that I'd tricked with a few times was on the prowl, too. He left the workout floor when I did and followed me into the showers. My dick was on the rise by the time I'd hung up my towel and turned on the shower spray. Although he was three inches shorter than me, he weighed nearly as much as I did. His creamy white skin was stretched tight over his heavy muscle. I especially noticed how good his ass looked. He bent over more than once to wash his legs, showing off his tight butthole. I let my dick go to full hard as it throbbed hungrily in his general direction.

"I hope that's for me," he grinned when he straightened up again. "I love your big dick up my ass," he purred.

I flipped off the water and grabbed my towel. "Sauna?" I said suggestively. He snared his towel and followed me. I covered my hard erection as best I could and I opened the door to the small wooden room. Empty. Good!

Putting down my towel, I turned to sit down, but he was on me like white on rice. His mouth greedily captured my hard, leaking dick and went down on me like a true professional. He played with my dick and asshole until I pulled away, fearful of spraying his throat before I had a shot at his ass. I turned him about and sat on a bench, my face right at his ass level. He grinned over his shoulder and bent over, spreading his ass cheeks with his hands. "Eat me out, Man! Then, fuck me like you did last time. No one has ever fucked me that good!" he begged.

I chewed and sucked on his tight hole until it was open and wet. As I stood behind him, he handed me a condom. I'm glad one of us had good sense. I rolled it on, licked his butt one last time and pressed forward. His tight orifice gave way easily and I buried my hard prong to the hilt. "DAMN!" I moaned.

"Biggest fuckin' dick I've ever had," he muttered to himself. "I don't know how long I can take that monster up my butt."

"No need to worry about that," I assured him. "You got me so hot I'm about ready to cum already. Your asshole is really eatin' my dick!"

"Yeah, Man! Cum up my BUTT!" he grimaced as I shoved harder and deeper into him. "Fuckin' HOT!" he bellowed. I felt his ass tremble and jerk hard in staccato fashion. I heard wet splats against the wall in front of us. Whether he was jacking himself off or I fucked it out of him, he was cumming and cumming hard!

I raced my dick in and out of his butt, galloping to my own climax twenty seconds later. When finished, I kissed his neck and pulled out. I rolled off the condom and handed it to him. "Your prize, Sir," I laughed.

"Best fuck I've ever had, even if it was a short one. I don't think I could ever take a long pounding from this donkey dick of yours," he added, squeezing my sizable hose. He licked off a couple drops of my cream from his fingers, turned, and left. I was in the sauna alone, but sated.

By Friday, I was a basket case. I was so horny I thought I'd explode. I constantly looked at the clock, willing it to go faster. The morning dragged. I was sure the clock had stopped. After lunch, I returned to my office to be greeted by a phone message. Jim was able to get an earlier flight and would call me later. Fuck! I'd missed his call! And I still didn't know when he'd be in!

I thought the morning passed glacially. The afternoon was even worse. I was grateful that I had no meetings that day, just a project that I needed to work on (which I played at with fits and starts). I was so distracted, I'm not sure I accomplished much and would probably have to do it all over again.

Quitting time for me is 4:30. By 4:15, I was ready to bolt out of the door. But, one of my accounting clerks was having a particularly tough problem with one of her batches, so I helped her find the problem. By then, it was 4:30. I was more than ready to jet. I grabbed my suit jacket, turned off my computer, and headed for the door.

A huge presence blocked my way. I looked up. Jim's smile beamed down at me. "I told ya I found an earlier flight!" He was dressed in a muscle shirt that showed off his massive shoulders, arms, and chest. The walking shorts he was wearing emphasized his high, round ass and a good bulge in the front. The legs of the shorts ended about half way to his knees. Sandals shod his size 14 feet.

"Woof!" I heard one of my friends say behind his back. "Amen!" came agreement from two others.

Nearly forgetting myself, I rushed into his arms and hugged him tightly. I'd have kissed him full on the lips if I hadn't caught myself. He looked at me clumsily, not sure what to do either. "Come on!" he gestured. "Let's get outta here!" I followed him into the hallway with sighs and whistles chasing us.

"I can't wait to get you home," I whispered.

"We're not waiting!" he insisted. I looked at him curiously. "Come with me!" he ordered.

Again, I followed his lead. We ducked into the men's room. Jim pulled me into the last stall (made especially large for the handicapped). He sat on the commode and unzipped my fly, fished around inside until he dragged my dick out of my underwear. He moaned softly as he felt my expanding dick in his hand. I echoed his moan as his lips closed over the throbbing, mushroom head. As he blew me, my dick expanded fully. He unfastened my belt and slacks and let them slide to the floor. Within another minute, he'd paused just long enough to pull down my shorts and reattach himself to my wet, jerking dick.

"I'm gonna cum," I warned him in a stage whisper. Just then, the outside door to the men's room opened. I ducked my head to get below the top of the partition. But, there was nothing I could do about the climax that raced and rattled through my body. The best I could do was hold in the scream of pleasure that rocked me as my dick throbbed and shot cum into Jim's voraciously sucking mouth.

As my climax waned, I heard a urinal flush. The man walked over toward the sinks and washed his hands. Jim spun me about, and pushed my back over, forcing my ass into his face. I heard him sniff loudly and groan with unbridled pleasure as the outer door closed behind the mystery man. Jim's moist tongue darted into my ass as his hands spread my butt cheeks. He speared his tongue tip into me, pushing as much of my cum between my ass lips as he hadn't swallowed.

He stood behind me, turned me around, and made me face the back wall, straddling the commode. His hard, thick dick, slid against my back door as he pushed it open. Again, I groaned pleasurably. "Yeah, fuckin' hottest ass on earth," Jim breathed hotly on my neck as he leaned over my back. "I'm gonna fuck you so good!" he promised.

Just being deep up my ass was enough to bring that promise to pass. He slowly rotated and gyrated his big dick inside me, only pulling out slightly before ramming it home again. Faster and faster he stirred my insides until, with a cry of delight, he came in a warm flood up my welcoming asshole.

"I've missed you, Babe," he whispered as he kissed my neck and ears. "You have no idea how much."

"Oh, I have some idea," I smiled back at him. "A hot fuck's a pretty good indicator." He pulled out slowly. I sat down on the commode and aborted his babies (well, a few of them anyway). His thick, long dick hung heavily in front of me. I sniffed at it and licked the head, capturing several creamy drops of sperm.

"Gawd! What a pig!" he laughed.

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