0 comments/ 25804 views/ 1 favorites Picked Up By: kluless70 Five minutes before, I'd been driving down the road about a mile away from work and the engine of my car died. Now I was under the hood, poking around an engine compartment that might as well have been a rocket engine, as much as I knew about it. Could never figure out these new-fangled electronic computerized automobiles. Give me something I can work on by feel... I'd checked everything I knew to check to see whether the problem was something simple, but the damned thing still would not start. My frustration level was rising, for I was going to be late for my next appointment. And I had forgotten to charge the damned cell phone, so the battery was dead. Where was that damned car adapter??????? I could have sworn it was in here... I was really starting to get angry, for everything was going wrong. Cars whizzed by me down the road, giving me nary a second glance... When I spied a motorcycle pulling over, I thought Thank God... It was a bright sunny day so I could not quite make out the motorcyclist, but whoever it was beckoned to me. As I began to approach the motorcycle, I noticed that it was a woman, and she was clad from head to toe in black leather. The bike was definitely a crotch rocket too... Intriguing... Up snapped the visor of her helmet, and all I saw was a bit of face around a giant pair of mirrored shades. "Engine died?" she asked in a load voice, as a row of cars passed down the road. I nodded. "Cell phone is dead too," I revealed. "Hop on, I'll take you to the nearest phone." Unquestioningly, I acknowledged her offer, and she snapped the visor back down. I closed up the hood, locked the doors, and walked back to the motorcycle. She produced another helmet for me to wear, which I fastened, and climbed astride the bike behind her. I'd ridden as a passenger on a motorcycle before, so I looked for the hand holds behind me... There did not seem to be any. She'd turned to see what I was doing and shook her head. Grabbing my nearest arm she pulled it toward her and curled it around her jacket, nodding sharply. I shrugged and leaned against her putting both arms around her waist. Looking behind her, she hit first gear and popped that baby into motion. My stomach ended up somewhere near my eyeballs as she pulled out into traffic and raced up to speed. I held on for dear life. She pushed back against me on the seat, and leaned further forward as she sped up to pass a car or two. Slowing down at a red light, she surreptitiously reached down and pulled my clasped hands apart. She moved my right hand to the chest of her jacket and pressed my hand tightly against the taut jacket. I could not only feel the rhythm of her breathing but also the wonderful curve of her chest. I was so astonished, that I did not know how to react, when suddenly the light turned green and we were off again. As she progressed through the gears and raced down the road, she began to rise a bit off of the seat and press her leather clad derriere against me. I now began to take note of the curve of her hips and the glint of her tight thighs in the gleaming sun. Now I was turned on, and almost embarrassed that my loins began to swell against her, betraying my state of arousal. But I could not help but be incredibly turned on by all of this... It was then that I noticed that we had begun to pass several establishments - convenience stores, restaurants, gas stations - that all had telephones... Still she sped on down the road, but had stopped wriggling against me. Slowing down, she turned off the main road at a copse of tall trees. I was intrigued now, wondering what the hell was going on. I think I knew I was headed for some kind of trouble. She came to a stop, and I noticed just how secluded this spot really was - far from everything, and far enough off the road where anything could happen without disturbance... She turned off the bike, put her boots on the ground, and motioned for me to get off. She put the bike up on its stand, dismounted, and turned to face me... It was then that I noticed a familiarity to her movements... Then she removed her helmet, shook out her deep burgundy hair and smiled at me... oh my god! My lover removed her shades with a twinkle in her eye, as she saw the look of shock sweep across my face. I am sure it was priceless. "Just what the hell were you doing?" she asked, her brow furrowing and here eyes narrowing at me with a flash of anger. I was confused. "W-what do you mean?" "Well, dammit, a strange woman picks you up on a bike, wiggles her ass against you a little and you get hard right away??? Do you do that for every tart you see? Or just the ones dressed in leather?" "What was I supposed to do? Jump off the bike? You grabbed my hands... YOU did the wiggling. Can I help it if I am normal?" "Well, I'll give you that," she replied tartly, striding toward me with a leer in her eyes. Coming up to me, she grabbed me by the lapels of my jacket, pulling me to her as she hungrily kissed me and deftly caressed my growing hardness through my pants with her gloved hand... She was such a fantastic kisser I forgot about nearly everything else until the smell and sound of creaking leather filled my senses. Pushing me back suddenly, she unzipped her jacket and grabbed me by the wrist, pulling me behind her as she sauntered slowly back toward her bike. I now noticed that her pants actually appeared to be some kind of chaps... Shedding her jacket which revealed a wonderfully detailed leather bustier that exposed just a hint of the creamy white skin of her midriff, and carefully laid it on the seat of her bike, she turned to me and looked greedily into my eyes. She folded her arms across my neck, running her fingers playfully through my hair as she teased my lips with little butterfly kisses. I was not about to take this any more, so with one hand on her leather clad bum and the other firmly on the small of her back I pulled her to me roughly and kissed her hard. I almost thought I heard a soft sigh escape her lips as she yielded to my embrace. I began to run my hands over the second skin on her luscious body as her breathing quickened and she curled one leg around mine, holding me fast. Nipping at the nape of her neck with the tips of my lips, I put both of my hands on her sweet butt... And squeezed... She, becoming composed now, reached down and deftly undid my fly, reaching inside, and exclaiming, "Oho! What have we here?" As if any man could really hide his state of arousal... She suddenly turned, picked the jacket up off of the seat of her bike and sauntered off closer to the trees... I just watched her sweet swaying. Stopping among a bed of thick pine needles, she spread her jacket out on top of them, turned to me, and beckoned me with a curled finger, flashing a wicked come hither smile. How could I refuse? She sat down on her jacket, and I sat down next to her, and immediately began to slowly unzip her chaps, exposing her legs to me as if I were peeling two ripe black-skinned bananas. I leaned down to kiss her skin as it opened to me, from the top of her boots to her creamy, beautiful thighs. Her sigh this time was an audible one. Beneath her chaps she was wearing a pair of leather shorts that zipped from front to back through her crotch which by this time I knew was starting to get steamy. I looked at her sweet face, which was leaned back dreamily, revealing the curve of her wonderful neck. I would not resist giving it a few more kisses and firm nibbles with my lips. She held my head against her with one hand, clutching my hair firmly between her fingers. I reached down and fumbled with the zipper of her shorts, tugging at it as if I were peeling a most exquisite piece of fruit indeed. She reached down herself and unfastened the zipper all the way, and peeled the halves of her shorts from her body, pulling each of them slowly down one leg then the other. I helped pull them over her boots and off. Now she was open to me. I looked deeply into her eyes and saw that the madness of her desire was equal to my own. I began to kiss her sweet thighs, slowly and carefully, here a kiss, there a flick of the tongue. The smell of the leather was still on her legs, and that turned me on even more. But as I kissed the inside of her thighs, the smell of her sex was every bit as strong as the pungent smell of the fresh leather, and I felt almost drugged with the excitement. Certainly my pants had become most uncomfortable. But I was mindful of her pleasure to come... Oh was I! I began to kiss her thighs again in earnest. Quick butterfly kisses, interspersed with flicks of the tongue. She giggled a bit at this. "That tickles!" I smiled as my senses were filled with this most intoxicating mixture of scents, as my tongue wound its way closer and closer to its destination. A deep she escaped her lips. And then my tongue parted her and I tasted that first sweet drop of her excitement. She moaned softly as I began to burrow between the fold of her skin to find the little nubbin of pleasure. Finding it, I settled in with my chest on the ground as she put both her legs over my shoulders. I began to flick her hardening clitoris lightly with my tongue as she squirmed against me. Then I wound circles around it as a deeper sound escaped from her, signaling her approval of my attentions. I alternated motion and varied pressure, knowing exactly when to speed up a little and when to let off the accelerator of her pleasure. As I did this, my hands had begun to caress her hips, her stomach, her torso, running my fingers along the edges of her leather bustier, contrasting the texture of the smooth stiff leather with the silken softness of her lovely skin. My fingers loved to explore her... Not nearly as much as I loved to taste her, and now I was drinking of her pleasure with almost wild abandon, as her body twitched and wriggled, and she dug the heels of her boots into my back as she felt the rise and fall of each crescendo of excitement. She was getting close to giving me her all, but she was already so wet, so tasty. And I drank as if I were dying of thirst. I loved pleasuring her like this... I began to suckle her as my hands firmly held her hips. She began to writhe with the ecstasy and I could taste the waves riding over her body. She arched her back and stiffened her entire body as I knew what was about to arrive... And as she screamed lustily, calling on both God and on me, and I took in every drop of her lust as she released herself to me, clamping my head between her lovely thighs... "I want you... inside me..." she whispered huskily. I rose and reached for my belt buckle, as she lay beneath me and unbuttoned my jeans in haste, finally freeing my discomfort. I roughly pulled her booted legs up and placed my hardness against her soft, wet, inviting sex. She wriggled against me trying to pull me inside, but I wanted to feel every sweet inch of her as I slowly entered an ecstasy of my own. I always loved the feeling of anticipation and enjoyed fueling this with the liquid heat of her desire for me. So I held her ankles fast as I slowly pushed my hips toward her, entering her slowly and exquisitely... There was no greater feeling in the universe than this moment. I knew it. I looked deeply into the fire in her eyes, and I knew no one would ever want me as much as she... I stopped for one sweet moment of purest ecstasy as I was finally all the way inside her. My whole body tingled as she began to squeeze me inside of her. Slowly I began to withdraw and then thrust slowly in a gentle rhythm as her body grew rigid with another small wave of orgasmic pleasure. I continued thrusting slowly as this wave of her pleasure subsided. Then I parted my knees a little more, and held her legs tightly against me now as I began to thrust a little harder. "Harder!" she commanded, her voice dripping with lust and hunger. I was only too happy to oblige as I started to thrust with all my might. Skin melding to skin, lust to lust, two as one, harder and faster, I drove us both to the brink as I felt my own tidal wave beginning to rise from my loins. She began to moan loudly as I knew I could not hold back any longer, and our final release came crashing down on us both in unison, a symphony of love and pleasure. I felt light headed, and transported to a different level of consciousness... almost swooning... I held tightly to her legs as my body finished shaking... I caught and held her eyes... "Do you have any idea," I began. "How much I want you?" she finished my question. We both grinned foolishly, feeling anything but foolish... Picked Up He squirmed, uncomfortable in his seat, and wished he weren't blindfolded. Wished his hands weren't tied behind his seat. Wished his pants and boxers weren't around his ankles. Okay, he really wished his pants and boxers weren't around his ankles. But he wasn't going to say anything, the embarrassment as much of an aphrodisiac as he'd ever felt. He had no idea why he was letting someone do this to him, much less a woman he'd just met two hours ago, but for some reason it felt right. His mind screamed that this was wrong, this was weird, he should protest, but his body purred and begged for more. "You're blushing," came the amused voice of the woman, bringing even more blood to his face and to his cock. She was close, nearly whispering into his ear. He shivered. "I'm not sure about this," he protested weakly, feeling his cock reach for her, bobbing blindly upwards. "You'll be fine," she told him. "If it gets to be too much for you, or if I do something you really don't like, tell me and we'll stop." "Nobody else can see me, right?" he asked nervously, almost glad for the blindfold, so that he couldn't see if there was a crowd watching him. That would be even more embarrassing, and he wasn't sure he had enough blood left in his outer extremities for more blushing. She just laughed, and he found that he did. He could feel the heat radiating off of his face. "Where are we going?" he asked, wishing he'd stayed back at the bar. "To my apartment," she replied. "Now hush, I want to enjoy the view in silence." He wasn't sure why he obeyed her, but he stopped protesting and let her look, feeling her eyes on him. Delicate fingers went to the buttons on his shirt and undid the first three, briefly caressing the skin revealed before retreating. That single tiny touch was more effective then any attack his past girlfriends had made on his senses, leaving him nearly crying out when it was removed. He shivered again, though this time with anticipation rather then concern. She laughed again. He heard the engine start, and felt the car start to move, and waited in silence for her to command him, to do with him as she wished. He'd never had fantasies like this before, but he suspected that he'd have quite a few after tonight. He wasn't sure why he'd agreed to this, except that the sight of her ruby-red lips forming the words of the things she wanted to do to him had been one of the hottest things he'd ever seen in his life. Now he was having second thoughts, though his body was all for it. He tried to keep track of the turns and directions they were going, but lost count fairly quickly. His nerves grew, now that he didn't know where he was. He squirmed in his seat again, feeling the blood drain out of his face slowly, and sending cold chills down his back. "Nervous?" asked the woman calmly. He nodded. "Don't worry. I'll take care of you." "That's what I'm worried about," he muttered, and she must have heard it. "Tell me exactly what's got you concerned," she commanded, and he found himself answering. "I don't really know you," he replied. "You could be a serial killer for all I know, or out to torture me or blackmail me or something. You could leave me in some cheap hotel room with a gang, and let them rape me or beat me or something." "I could," she agreed calmly. "But I wouldn't. It's very easy to cross that line between safe, consensual play and rape or abuse, especially with the kind of lifestyle I lead, but I know the line very well, and if you want to go back, I'll take you back." "No," he protested, then wondered why. "I'm just nervous. I don't want to stop." "Good," she replied. "I want you to be anxious and squirming, but I also really want you to trust me. I won't let anything happen to you that you don't agree to." He was reassured, though he probably shouldn't have believed her. "Tell me what you expect from this evening," she commanded a few minutes later, and he shivered again with anticipation. "I...I... I really don't know." He blushed. "You mentioned bondage and...and some other stuff, but this is all new to me. I've never pictured myself doing anything like this before in my life." "You do want it, don't you?" she asked, and he hastily nodded. "Then tell me what you want. What do you want me to do to you?" she persisted. "I...fuck me," he whispered. She laughed. "What was that?" she asked. "I couldn't hear you." "I want you to fuck me," he said, louder and blushing harder. "Details, baby," she purred, running a finger up his cock, and under the ridge of the head. His hips bucked, trying to get more of the sensation, but she took her fingers away. "Um... I...let me lick you," he said, trying to concentrate. "Let me play with your breasts. Let me touch you at all. I really want you to touch me, not just those teasing little touches you've been doing. Really touch me, play with me, do whatever you want with me..." He trailed off as her hand wrapped around the base of his cock and pulled up, bringing his hips up off the seat in an attempt to keep her hand on him. She laughed, and let him thrust into her fingers for a few moments, before dropping her hand to his balls, and playing with them for a moment. Then she took her hand away and he whimpered. He felt the car turn, and then her hand returned to play with him some more. He lost track of time, as he felt his orgasm building, then she touched the spot right behind his balls that was so sensitive, and he moaned, long and loud. She laughed. "I don't want you to cum yet," she told him, keeping her hand on him, but not moving it. "If I keep going, do you think you can handle that?" "What?" he asked, focusing on her voice. She repeated herself. "I can warn you when I get really close," he said, hoping that she wouldn't stop, no longer at all self-conscious. He couldn't have cared less if his grandmother was in the back seat, as long as she kept doing whatever she was doing. "Just so long as you don't cum," she warned. "If you cum, I'll be upset." He nodded hastily, not wanting her to be upset with him. He somehow knew that he wouldn't enjoy that nearly as much as he was enjoying this. He felt another moan slip out when her hand started moving again, building the fire back up. The sounds just kept escaping him, his body overwhelmed as his felt his head fall back against the seat. She built him up, almost to the point where he was ready to cum, and then pulled back, making him squeak in protest. She laughed. "Patience," she murmured, and he whimpered. It seemed like forever that she teased him over and over, bringing him to the edge twice more before arriving at their destination. He was hotter then he'd ever been before in his life, and he wanted to cum, but he knew he wasn't going to get it until this woman was good and ready. He suspected that he had a while before she granted him anything, and he knew he'd be on his knees begging long before that. He wanted it more then anything he'd ever been offered in his life. "We're here," she said with a purr. The car shut off, and he heard her door open. He nearly panicked, terrified at being left alone in the car for an unknown amount of time, but before he could seriously freak out, he heard his own door open. A hand reached across him, unbuckling his seatbelt, and then reached behind his seat, untying his wrists. She tugged him to his feet, pulling up his pants and boxers, but not fastening the pants, and kissed him gently. "Turn around," she ordered, and he turned, feeling the breeze on his engorged cock. As turned on as he was, it nearly made him cum right there. She buckled a pair of soft leather cuffs around his wrists, securing them behind his back again, and locking them in place. He jumped at the sound of the first lock clicking shut. "What are you doing?" he asked. "I'm locking them closed," she replied. "Why?" he asked, almost panicking. He could think of a million reasons, all of them ending poorly, why she would want restraints on him that he couldn't take off. "I like the look of them, that's all," she replied gently. "I know you don't totally believe me, but you can trust me. I'm not going to do anything you don't want." He nodded hesitantly, and was rewarded with a gentle kiss on his neck. "Remember, all you have to do is say your name, and I'll stop whatever I'm doing." "Okay," he replied, slightly reassured. She pulled his arms behind his back and connected the cuffs, then trailed her fingers up one arm, across his collarbone, and down the other as she circled him, studying him. "You're amazingly handsome, you know that?" she asked, and he blushed. "I'm not, not really," he protested, but she clicked her tongue at that and he stopped. "I think you're handsome, and that's all that matters," she said firmly, and he nodded. Her voice softened. "Good. Now let's go inside. I'm going to put you on a leash, and I want you to follow the direction I tug. Tell me right away if you want to slow down or if I'm pulling too tight." "Okay," he said. "And from now on, I want you to answer me with 'yes Mistress' or 'no Mistress', understand?" "Yes Mistress," he corrected. He felt a surprisingly soft piece of leather fastened around his throat, and heard the soft clinking sounds of a chain leash as it was attached, then felt a gentle tug and followed it. He stumbled twice, tripping over things he couldn't see, but made it into wherever they were going without a major problem. It was reassuring that Mistress stopped and asked if he was okay after every time he stumbled, even though he didn't say anything. There was the sound of a key scraping in a lock, and then she was leading him through a doorway, warning him that there was a slightly raised part on the floor and to watch his step. They paused, and he fidgeted, becoming conscious that he was now indoors in a strange building with a strange woman, with his cock waving to the world. He could feel himself starting to blush again, and wondered if she'd close his pants if he asked her to. He realized a few moments later that they must have been waiting for an elevator, and shortly after that, there came a faint ding and another tug on his leash. The elevator doors closed with a soft sound, and they began to move, and he felt her hand on his shirt, unbuttoning the rest of his buttons. He wondered briefly what she'd done with his tie, but then decided he didn't want to know. She brushed aside the material of his shirt and let her fingers wander over the revealed skin. His cock reached for her fingertips, twitching hopefully when her fingertips drifted down his stomach. There was another ding as the elevator doors opened again, and there was another tug on his collar. He followed, still unsure why he was so obedient. He was rapidly ceasing to care about the 'why' though, and just enjoying. "You're being awfully quiet," Mistress murmured, stopping again and the sound of keys jingling came again. "I'm not sure what to say," he replied. "I've never done anything like this before." "You'll be fine," Mistress whispered into his ear. He shivered, then bit down on a moan when he felt the warm wetness of her mouth on his earlobe. His knees nearly gave out on him. She laughed, low and super sexy, right in his ear, and he shivered again. The key scraped in the lock, and he was very conscious of the blindfold. He wondered what kind of place this was, whether this was an apartment like every other, whether it was covered in whips and chains, whether it was absolutely barren, whether it was full of silently watching people. Mistress tugged him into the room then he felt the leash fall to his chest. He waited, trembling slightly, for her to give him some kind of instruction. His ears strained to hear her as she moved around the room, and he wondered once again why he didn't just take off the blindfold and see. He didn't. It was nerve wracking, but made his imagination run wild, going through hundreds of possibilities, both the horrifying and so hot. "Take two steps forward," came the silky voice of the Mistress. He tentatively slid first one foot, then the other forward, wary of tripping over something, but instead found the way clear and even. Mistress ran her fingers across his stomach and he shivered at the sudden contact. The fingers traced around behind him, and he felt the cuffs being unclipped from each other and his shirt being slid off slowly until it fell to the floor. His shoes were untied and pulled off, then his socks, and his feet touched the cold hardwood floor. Then pants and boxers fell as well, and he was told to step out of them and spread his legs wide. He shivered, both at the vulnerability of being blind and naked, and the thrill at it. Mistress picked up the leash and tugged him forward a few more steps, before telling him to turn around and backing him up until his back was against the wall. "I'm going to enjoy tying you up and playing with you," she whispered into his ear, her wet tongue tracing the curve at the top. "You've been playing with me ever since we left the bar, Mistress," he breathed, voice only slightly shaky. She gave a low laugh that made his cock twitch towards her again. "True," she agreed. There was the sound of more clothing being shed, and his mind provided a beautiful image of her tugging off the red halter top she'd been wearing in the bar, and shimmying out of those tight jeans that had first caught his attention. Her standing there in her bra and panties (his imagination and body went wild with that image) and slowly unsnapping the bra.... "Take this off," she said, pulling his hands up to the clasp of the bra. It was a lacy, front close bra, so his curious fingers brushed her breasts as much as they played with the bra, something he tried to take full advantage of without being too obvious about. After a bit of intentional fumbling, he got the thing unsnapped, and slid his fingers across the full bottoms of her breasts as he pulled it off. She gave a faint, breathy laugh, clearly having enjoyed it as much as he had. "Aren't you the cleaver one?" she asked, but seemed to require no answer, simply dragging a fingernail down his chest in retaliation as she picked up the leash. "Now, I promised you a shower. Come." And she tugged him away from the fallen clothes, and onto a cold tile floor. Again she dropped the leash, and again, he stopped and waited for her to continue. The sound of the shower turning on was loud in the room, as was the sound of her testing the water to make sure it was warm enough. Then came the jingle of keys, unlocking the cuffs at his wrists and the sounds of them being put down on the counter. He gave a very quiet sigh of relief. Then she had him kneel and drove him crazy by asking him to take off her panties with his teeth. He knelt carefully, and she handed him a towel to put under his knees. He did, but absently, thinking instead of how her skin would taste. He went to raise his hands, but instead felt a hand in his hair, curling around and twining fingers through it, and pulling his head towards the scent of her arousal. He ran his tongue up the front of her thigh until he encountered the elastic band of her panties. He traced the top across to the center of her stomach with his lips, kissing as much skin as he dared along the way, then sliding his tongue under the elastic and grabbing it with his teeth. He nipped her gently in the process, and felt her stomach suck in as she gasped softly. He tugged downwards, dragging the reluctant garment with him, and burying his nose briefly in her pussy as he went. Another breathy laugh. "Are you sure you've never done this before?" Mistress breathed shakily. "You seem to know all the tricks." "Never, I swear," he said around the panties in his mouth, so it came out kind of garbled, but he wasn't going to let go just yet. He dragged them all the way down to the floor, and kept them in his teeth while she stepped out of them and away. He stayed there, some instinct telling him to keep his forehead on the floor and wait. Gentle fingers curled under his chin and raised his head, and he left the panties on the floor. She kissed him, a gentle kiss that told him he'd been right to trust his instincts. "You must be a natural then," Mistress whispered against his lips. "You're doing such a great job." "Thank you Mistress," he said, very pleased with that. He was slightly surprised to find that he didn't feel weird kneeling on her floor, wearing nothing but a collar and leash. It felt natural; it felt right. He was still a little nervous, but those nerves were quickly becoming a fear of disappointing her rather then a fear for his safety. "Get up, we're going to take a shower," she told him, and gave him a hand to steady him as he got to his feet. He nearly whimpered at the loss of the collar, as she took it off and set it down (probably next to the cuffs) and wondered if she was going to leave the blindfold on or not. She did, instead keeping hold of his hand to lead him into the shower, telling him when to step over the slight lip and to be careful of the doors. He used his other hand to steady himself on the frame of the sliding door and stepped into the wet heat. He heard the door slide shut behind him and winced as the hot water hit him for the first time. "Too hot?" she asked. "No, just surprised, Mistress," he assured her. Her delicate fingers cleaned every inch of him, including his cock, which twitched and jumped in her hands. She didn't let him cum yet, though, and gently smacked his hands away when he tried to bring himself over the edge. She laughed every time he tried, like she found his attempts to finish as amusing as his whimpers when he was denied. He got his revenge though, when she handed the soap to him, and told him to wash her. Then she was the one panting, and he nearly smiled. She pulled away before she came though, and he was vaguely disappointed. A moment later, the water was turned off, and he heard her getting out of the shower. "Hungry?" she asked after a moment. "I think we both need to cool down for a little bit, otherwise this evening is going to be over too soon." "Anything you want, Mistress," he said truthfully. She laughed. "Dangerous words," she murmured, and began to meticulously dry every inch of him off. The rough texture of the towel was so different from her smooth fingers that he moaned again, and wondered if he could possibly get any harder. If this was cooling down, he would die of bliss when things really heated up. He was glad when he felt the soft collar being put back on, and didn't even mind the cuffs as much this time. "Now, what kinds of things do you like to eat?" she asked briskly, tugging gently on his leash and leading him out of the bathroom. "I can't have you, Mistress?" he asked with a faint smile. She laughed again. "Later," she replied. They ended up eating strawberries and chocolate sauce, her sitting on a couch of some sort and him on the floor at her feet. She fed him, keeping his hands cuffed behind his back the whole time and making him feel helpless and cherished at the same time. It was a strange combination, one that he'd examine later. For the moment, he concentrated on sucking all the chocolate and juice off her fingers and teasing both of them while they ate. "I take it then, that you aren't planning on cooling down any," she said, though the breathless note in her voice told him that he was keeping her on the edge as much as she was keeping him there. In response, he sucked the finger she was starting to pull out of his mouth back in, caressing it with his tongue the whole time. She let him suck it for a while, gently sawing it in and out of his mouth like he was giving head instead of sucking on her fingers, and he found that he could get hotter, harder. He wished he could see her, though. He bet she was beautiful, watching him with a smoldering look on her face, and a superior smile on her lips. Picked Up After Work By A Stranger Ok, last Tuesday I was out at a pub up in town, watching a football match. The team I had supported my whole life was on, and I enjoyed taking the opportunity after to work to go down and have a beer or two before heading home. So I got a pint, and sat down at a table that gave me a good view of the screen and began to unwind after my day at work. The job I was in wasn't much fun, but it was the first one that I had been offered since finishing at university, and I needed money, otherwise I'd have to move in back home. I was also kind of frustrated, as I hadn't had a lot of action in the last few weeks. At university I'd be out most nights and it was pretty easy to get laid. Bearing this in mind, I had noticed the rather cute hunk who was sat on the other side of the room. He must have been in his late thirties or early forties, but was definitely a fitty, nicely tanned, plenty of stubble, curly dark hair etc. I looked at him for a few seconds, but turned away as he looked round, embarrassingly I felt my face turning bright red. However the game started and I continued sipping my drink. Half way through the first half I chanced another look at my dark stallion, but had to quickly glance away as he was staring at me. Shit, I thought to my self, why's he looking at me? Feeling slightly unnerved I decided not to look in his direction again. However, as I finished my pint, I was tapped on the shoulder. It was him. "Hey bud, do you mind if I sit here, can't see the TV from over there" Stammering, I weakly replied "N-n-no, sure thing I'm not using that chair" "Cool. Say, you finished you're drink, mind if I get a round in?" "Er, ok, yeah, that'd be great, just make sure you remind me to get you one in return". I could feel myself sweating as he walked off to the bar. He had a sexy deep voice, and looked even better from up close. Fuck, I thought, why am I getting so worked up, he's just a guy watching football in a pub and could probably do with some company. So he came back with two pints, and we watched the rest of the first half. We chatted and I found out he worked as a carpenter in the local area, I told him about myself, which made me realise how dull my life was at the moment. He was actually 37, and recently divorced from his wife. He'd actually been born in Spain, which explained his dark looks, but had lived most of his life over here. So basically it was a rather boring conversation, typical of many forced conversations between two single men brought together by football in pubs across the nation. However out of the blue he murmured; "You know, this game's kind of dull. What do you say you come back to mine, have a few beers and see if we could find something more interesting to do?" I couldn't believe it. Earlier I'd thought this guy was pretty hot, but I never imagined he'd come on to me. But wait, was he? How'd he know I was gay? This was a normal pub, I was watching football, how strange? But then, why not, I couldn't be sure if he was actually coming on to me, and besides so what if he was, I hadn't been fucked in ages, so why not see where this goes? "Sure, sounds like a good plan to me", so I picked up my jacket and followed him out of the door. His place was about five minutes away, in a flat not far from the train station. It was a bit better than my flat, and he'd mentioned that he'd had to move in here after he'd left his wife. His workshop was next to the station, so it was great for work, and not being far from the centre of town, he was able to get out more now than when he'd been married. Once in the door I asked "so, what did you have in mind?" At this he turned round undid his flies and allowed his limp dick to hang out. Thick black curly hair surrounded his dick as it dangled out of his trousers. I felt my asshole tingle. "You reckon you want to play with this, bitch?" I didn't think about the insult, and I guess the drool coming out of my mouth gave him an appropriate answer. Within moments his tongue was in my mouth, and my hand was wrapped around his cock. As we kissed I felt the first stirrings of his erection as I tugged at his cock. He led me through to his bedroom and pushed me onto his bed. He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his gorgeously hairy chest. "Strip" he commanded, and frantically pulled at my shirt buttons, then undid my belt. Seconds later I threw my socks and underwear into the corner, and sat on his bed, completely naked. Already my cock was pretty hard, and I was shaking with excitement. "Boy, that was quick. I thought you looked like a good little slut when I saw you staring at me sucking you're fingers, you young ones give the game away so quickly. Anyway, you're not doing much good there, come and feast on this". So I got on my hands and knees and crawled over to him, kneeling in front of my stallion. I pulled down his trousers and he stepped out of them. As with the rest of his body, his legs were covered in a thick layer of black hair. Southern Europeans were really quite hairy. Once again I took his cock in my hands, and lifting it up kissed his balls, before placing the limp dick in my mouth. Gradually it hardened and I was able to move my mouth up down. I really enjoy giving sloppy blowjobs, and brought up as much spit as possible. Spitting on my hand, I then grabbed his cock and tugged up and down, spreading my saliva over his meat. A nice white slither of juice covered his dick, and I put my lips around the end of it. I could smell his sweat, and taste his precum as it leaked out. I slowly lowered my head down around his shaft until my nose was touching his pubes. I repeated this several times, quite slowly, and noticed that his erection was still increasing in size. I took it out of my mouth again, and tugged at it with my hand. It was definitely bigger, around eight inches I'd say, and looked beautifully hard, covered in the juices from my mouth, which had edged down into his thick pubic bush. Once again I put my lips around the end of his cock, and began sucking, moving further and further down. I could hear my stallion begin to breathe heavily. As I reached my mouth down his cock about two-thirds of the way, he grabbed the back of my head and pushed it down. My lips touched the base of his dick, and his pubes were rubbing against me. The smell was really turning me on, and I gagged, bringing up more saliva. He allowed my head to move back up his cock again, before pushing it back down, and he did this several times, thrusting into my mouth. The slurping noise was so loud, and I could feel spit running down my chin. With my left hand I reached down to my own dick, and began to tug at it. "Well, if you're gonna start doing that, then perhaps it is time to move on", so the stallion pulled me up, and pushed me onto his bed. "Well boy, are you going to show me that nice pussy of yours?" So lying on my back I obediently spread my legs, grabbed my heels and pulled my legs back so that my knees were level with my shoulders. My erect cock, already dribbling, rested against my belly button, leaving my asshole raised a few inches above the bed. Despite being naked in front of a complete stranger, and being in such an exposed position I didn't feel at all worried. "No not that way bitch, get on your knees, stick your pussy in the air, face on the bed and arch your back." So I rolled over and complied with his request, feeling a little bit more exposed now though, as I couldn't see what he was doing. "Well you're a filthy little slut aren't you, completely shaved to make it easier all those big dicks you take?" Well, I couldn't deny it. I had shaved my cock and arse completely bare. I thought it looked much better, and always imagined it made anal sex much easier. I felt his fingers prod my asshole, and I could feel it begin to relax. He reached over to his side cabinet and took out some lubricant. "Don't worry bitch, I wouldn't fuck you dry, although by the looks of it you're already pretty wet down there." He poured some lubricant on top of my arse and it felt so cool as it trickled down my crack. One of his fingers gently circled around the entrance as he spread the lubricant around. Then he slowly pushed it in and up inside me. Immediately I let out a small groan of pleasure, and reached down to my dick, rubbing the end into the bed covers. His finger came out and he started circling with two fingers. Both entered me, and he slowly pushed them in. Oh it felt good. As I mentioned earlier, I hadn't been fucked by a real cock for a while, I'd had to make do with my small collection of dildo's, but this was great. "Hey slut, you're really clean, don't you eat?" Slightly confused, I only understood when he showed me two of his fingers. They were clearly smeared with jelly, but he was right, apart from that they were clean. Well, I hadn't had much to eat today. And so he went back to circling around my anus, this time with three fingers. And slowly he pushed all three fingers into me. This time he went further in, right up to his knuckles. He continued, up and down, up and down, ensuring that my asshole was gradually getting looser and looser. Then he stopped. "So bitch, are you ready to get fucked in your pussy?" Well, what could I say? "You bet, I want you to fuck me good" "Oh you dirty little slut, I'm gonna fuck you real good" And at this I felt his bulging cock head press against the top of my arse. Slowly it lowed down the top of my crack, scooping up lubricant, before pressing down into my asshole. It entered. My God it felt good. At this I stopped tugging my own cock and rested the top of my head on my hands. Looking back I could see my cock staring at me, and behind that I could see the bottom of my stallions balls, in all its hairy glory. He slid his hands over my back, before grabbing my waist. With this he pushed and I groaned as he thrust his cock deep into me. Slowly he pulled back and I could feel his dick sliding out of my anal passage. For the next few thrusts I remained completely still, with small groans, however on the fifth thrust he slapped my right buttock, and this spurred me into action. As he thrust into me, I pushed back, until I could feel my bottom pressing against his stomach. All eight inches of his magnificent dick were inside me. I stopped momentarily and enjoyed the feeling of being fully filled. I raised my head and groaned with pleasure as he began to thrust harder and harder. He pulled his dick almost completely out before ramming it back in again. I loved this and could feel my own cock stiffening harder and harder. As I rolled myself backwards my cock slapped against my belly. I grabbed it at the base and shook it backwards and forwards, slapping it against the bed as well as against my belly. Behind me the stallion grunted, pushing faster and faster, harder and harder. Then he pulled his cock out, and suddenly I felt very empty. He pushed two fingers into my pulsating anus, which then clamped around them. I heard him spit, and felt it land in my crack. "Well, you have a pretty tight pussy for a whore, turn around and worship my dick for a bit". So dutifully I turned around, remaining in the doggy position, but facing the stallion, staring at his cock. He bent over slightly, putting two of his fingers back into my asshole, and gently pushing them in and out. He edged his cock towards my mouth, and naturally I took it in. God it tasted so warm. Obviously it was all sticky with the lubricant and my saliva, to which I added more. As I moved up and down on his dick, he thrust into my mouth until I was gagging again. "Right this time on your back, spread those pretty little legs as far as possible". Well it goes without saying that I complied. Once more I was on my back. My legs were spread, although this time I hadn't pulled my knees back, they were just sticking outwards. I rested on my elbows, and lifted my head, looking up into his eyes. "Right, this time bitch, talk dirty, I like dirty little sluts who beg to get fucked" So I took the hint. "Come on big boy, I want that massive dick of yours to fill my arse, go on ram that cock all the way in that warm hole of mine, I want to be fucked like a whore." He pressed his cock head against my arse, my toes curled, and as he entered I let my head fall back onto the bed as a wave of pleasure caressed my body. I put my hands around his back and pulled him deeper into me. Harder and harder he thrust, and all I could do was gently push back against him. I spread my legs wider apart, before putting my elbows behind me knees, forcing them back towards my shoulders and grabbing my toes in order to pull my legs back as far as possible. Like this my throbbing erect cock was only inches away from my face, oozing precum onto my belly. More importantly I could see the stallions cock as he pulled it inch by inch out of my asshole before ramming it back in. This was pure ecstasy. I moved my hands to spread my asshole further apart, but the stallion stopped me. "Don't worry about that bitch, its wide enough to take it all at the moment." It certainly was, as it took his eight inches all the way up. "No, you just jerk yourself off for me, go on, bitch". "Oh you're fucking me real good. Do you like me wanking myself? Do you want to see me cum all over myself? Well fuck me harder". He was breathing heavier and heavier. I reckoned he was nearly done, and as I stroked my cock I knew I was about to explode too. Then it happened. I sighed with pleasure as cum squirted out of my cock and onto my chest. It was brilliant; I could feel my balls emptying as I came on myself. With this, my asshole tightened, which must have pushed my stallion over the edge. He stopped pushing and groaned as he released his sperm inside me. I could feel him cumming inside me. This was wonderful; I laid back and looked at the ceiling, pleased with how well I had done. It was always felt good to bring another man to orgasm, and it felt even better to have them blow their seed deep inside of you. I envied all those women who got fucked by their lovers yet didn't enjoy it. I loved being fucked, indeed it was what I lived for. My dick became limp, ad I could feel the stallion softening inside me. He pulled his dick out of my arse and slapped my bum. "Well bitch, that was better than football wasn't it? Fancy a beer". I nodded, and as he walked out of the room I savoured the wonderful sensation as I felt his sperm slowly edge its way out of my 'pussy'. Picked Up At A Bus Stop & Used This is the true story of my first man-to-man sex. I had enlisted in the Navy, to get away from home and see what the world was about. Although I hadn't realized my feelings for the male sex at this time, the shower scene was always embarrassing. I would try my best to take a shower when no one else was around, shameful stirrings always tried to take over when around all those swinging cocks. Boot camp was not the best place to get caught with these feelings, no doubt. Boot camp passed, and was sent to several schools to learn the aviation trade. The atmosphere was more relaxed, but the showers were still striking fear in my heart. Had one older guy rub my cock when we out on the town, in a full van no less. Nothing happened for there were seven other people around us, and he only did it when the situation was dark. This sent me mixed signals, and made me so horny, I came gallons when I masturbated that night. Of course I denied all the hype and continued to seek out pussy, but the cock rubbing was real and stayed in my mind. Many jack off sessions came from this half assed encounter. Graduated A school and was sent to Jacksonville Florida, assigned to a helicopter squadron. Everything was fine now, had more freedom to come and go as I pleased. At eighteen and never away from home before it was great, finally I am almost my own boss. Met a great bunch of guys (no gays) to party with almost around the clock, when not on duty of course. One night with a three-day pass we all partied until it got late. I wanted to go into town and really party, but everyone else complained that it was too late. So I headed out by myself, walked the several miles to the bus stop and waited. And waited some more, because in my drunken stupor hadn't realized it was too late for the buses. How long it was I have no idea, but an older gentleman in a delivery van pulled up and asked if I needed a ride. I said no will take the bus, he laughed and said that will be morning. He pointed at the bus schedule on the sign, after reading it agreed to the free ride. We left the bus stop and he was real nice, asking if I would like to have a couple of beers with him. I accepted and we hit a few bars talking all the time. He was recently divorced and lonely, and he made me feel real good. I actually liked the man, and we were getting along real good. He was buying the booze so that was a definite plus, although I tried to buy a couple of times. Now we are in trouble he tells me, he is too drunk to drive very far and will have to get a hotel room. I am fucked, not knowing were I am not to mention no transportation. He told me to come with him till the buses run the next morning. I had come to trust him and with no other place to go, I accepted. I had to hide in back of the van while he got the room, cheaper he said. It was exciting to me, getting over on the hotel! We got into the room and there was only one bed, which should have made me suspicious. He explained that it was all he could afford since his bitch wife was getting all his money. I felt sorry for him and the way he was carrying on, and didn't even think about it anymore. He told me we could share the bed as it was big enough for both of us, and I got in after stripping down to my underwear as he did. I was under the covers watching the television completely relaxed, when I noticed movement on his side of the bed. I have beaten my meat of course, so it was very apparent what he was doing. I froze not knowing what to do (although my cock was getting hard) and stared at his hand moving under the cover. I was so engrossed by this that I hadn't noticed him staring at me, and believe you me I was totally still. The covers slowly fell away from his hand and cock, until I was staring at his hard cock and balls being manipulated at his own hands. I could not move, but held my gaze on this beautiful sight. Man I was so horny now, but afraid to touch myself. So afraid that I hadn't even noticed he had moved every so slowly closer to my head. This was such a beautiful sight; he was so huge in comparison to me and glistening in the dim light coming from the bedside lamp in this room. I thought to myself, he is enjoying showing his big cock to me. He even had his hand rubbing the back of my head, gently pulling me closer to his manhood. Not a word had been spoken so far, and was for the best I am sure. I looked up at him and he gave me a most reassuring smile, as he pulled my face into his cock. The smell was intoxicating and made my cock jump with excitement, and the feel of it on my face was soft yet hard at the same time. He rubbed that meat all over my face, until I am sure my face glistened with the precum, which was oozing out of the big helmet head. His fingers were rubbing his cock and opening my mouth at the same time, obviously getting the head in my mouth. He started face fucking me and I was getting into it deeply, but having never given head before he pulled out and scolded me. I had no idea my teeth were hurting him; the first words spoken during this encounter were in anger. He calmed down and that gentle face appeared again, and instructed me on the use of my lips to protect him from my teeth. Now we were going and I was loving the attention and feel of this man, until he tensed up holding my head in place. His cock expanded and he got so excited, and he filled my mouth with his seed. Talking me through swallowing almost every drop, and kept me sucking it to keep it hard which I did. Through all this excitement I now realized his hand was rubbing my back all the way down to my backside, as I was nursing my newfound friend. This man was insatiable, as his cock never totally went soft. He sits up and gives me the most soul-searching kiss, and makes me bend over on the bed. Surprise again as he pulls my asscheeks open and tongues my virgin asshole, I am on fire for sure now and do not want it to stop. Stop it does though when he get me loose enough to finger, and my God how good the fingering was. I still and always will like to be fingered like a bitch. That even came to an end to my dismay, and something more important took their place, a big hard cock looking for more relief inside a warm hot tunnel. Son of a bitch that hurt like a motherfucker, and did I try to get away. That was only the head he told me, and that I needed to relax. I was held by the midsection, with this big intruder evading my guts. True to form he talked me through what I that at that moment was the end of time, and got used to the head being in me. Now he was pushing all of it into my bowels, which was still uncomfortable. I could not tell you when it began, but when it did I was on fire. His cock felt so good that at certain point he didn't have to move, I was a bitch in heat impaling myself on this beautiful cock, and loving every minute of it. I fucked myself to orgasm on his cock, and never once was mine touched by him or me. The bed sheets were soaked with my juices, which I collapsed into and passed smooth out. Next morning he pulled me to the edge of the bed my head hanging over the edge, and face fucked me royally filling my mouth and throat with come. Fifteen minute later I setting at a bus top headed back to base. Seen him one other time after that, when him and one of his friends raped me, but will be a new story. Picked Up By A Homo This is a story of a fun encounter I had with a homo in Sacramento, CA back in the late 80s. I was in pretty good shape back in those days, being a gym rat, and this was one time I think looking good physically really paid off. Come to think of it, this might have been the only time in my life somebody picked up on me: I was in my mid- 30s and working for the county at the time. I had to attend training in Sacramento and I stayed at a motel during the training. The name of the motel escapes me now but it was a fairly nice one. Normally, after the training day was over, my roommate and I would head down to the motel's swimming pool area and hang out around the hot tub. Other guys in our class that were staying at the motel would often join us and we'd party it up. More often than not, we had the hot tub to ourselves but one night there was someone in the tub we'd never seen before. He sat there and mostly just listened as the rest of us as we talked shop but we did learn he was a male nurse who was also in town for some in- service training. As the night wore on, my classmates got up and left one by one until the nurse guy and I were the only ones left. I had no idea what was about to transpire and sex really wasn't on my mind at the time. We shared some small talk for a few minutes. Then, I got up to leave and walked over to a vending machine to buy something before I went to my room. As I'm dealing with the vending machine the guy comes up behind me. He says, "Excuse me. I'm a homosexual and I sure would like to suck on that dick of yours". Oh, really? "Sure.", I replied. "That would be great. Where's your room?" and off we went. What a pleasant surprise this was. The guy actually picked me out of all my classmates, or so I was thinking. Or did he? I got to thinking later on that maybe he just went for the last guy he could catch alone in the tub? Well, I'd like to think it was because I had a pretty good body at the time so, for ego's sake, I'll stick with that. So, we get to his room, go inside and close the door. Immediately we drop our swim trunks and started kissing and I was pleased to find out he was a great kisser, kissing being important to me with men. I'll admit, appearance has a lot to do with whether I'll kiss a guy and this guy wasn't perfect, but good enough. A little shorter than me and maybe a little chubby but, otherwise, clean cut and overall not bad looking. As we were making out I had to stop for a second and ask him how he knew I was queer and that I loved sex with men. He said he had no idea and didn't know what was going to happen when he propositioned me. He didn't know if I'd kick his ass, or what. I was almost disappointed. I was kind of hoping he'd say, as at least one other had before, that he just knew I was queer. That would have made me feel good since I'd be more likely to be noticed by guys searching for other guys. Since then, I've come to realize that can work both ways as if you're seen- or thought of- as being queer, some guys might avoid you lest everyone else think they're queer, too. So, after making out for a few minutes we move over to his bed. I noticed he had four of five copies of some homo magazines spread out in what seemed to be a display on his bed. I think they were Playgirl or Men magazine. Something along that line, anyway. I never asked him but I assumed that was part of his pick up routine although I'm not sure how he planned on making that work. Maybe invite someone like me to his room without propositioning first and see what the guy says when he sees the magazines? You know, "Oh, you read the same magazines I do?". Then he could go ahead and move on the guy without worrying about the guy's reaction. So, we move over to his bed and he sits on the side of it and I stood in front of him while he sucked on my dick. I held his head in my hands giving him verbal encouragement and every now and then I'd bend over and give him a kiss. While this is going on, he's jacking himself off and I notice he had the smallest dick I'd ever seen, then or since. I'd say it wasn't much bigger than my thumb, if even that big. It was so small that he could only use the tips of his fingers to stroke it. Shame, I thought, but it would also make for easy anal sex later on- my ass not having been penetrated in years. I figured I'd be pretty tight. Finally, I blow my load in his mouth and get a surprise: He reaches over and picks up a hand towel next to him and spits my sperm out on the towel. He says, "I'm sorry, but semen makes me gag". Wow, this from a full blown homo? I'm sure I'm not the only guy that feels a bit slighted when someone doesn't like his sperm and I've always loved swallowing cum. Seems like only half a blow job to me if I don't swallow. Still, it was a good blow job. I'd busted my nut and felt I should probably return the favor but I just wasn't all that turned on at the thought of sucking that small dick. He didn't indicate he wanted me to, anyway, and went on stroking himself for a minute or so longer. Then I got a second surprise of something I'd never seen before: When he started to come, he pinched the head of his dick real tight so no cum could come out. Then, he rolled over, pointed his dick at the towel he spit my sperm on, released his pinch on the head of his dick and let his sperm blow out on the towel. Never seen that before. I'd think all that pressure inside his penis would hurt! We sat there snuggling and kissing for a few minutes and I brought up the subject of anal sex. I told him I certainly would enjoy him fucking me, but we really should use condoms, being the total strangers we were. It might seem rude, but I didn't have any qualms about barebacking him. I was just worried about him inseminating me and me catching something. If I fucked him, I'd want him to fuck me too, but I didn't think it would be right to bareback him but not let him bareback me. He didn't have any condoms, though and [as an aside] I wondered if there were condoms made that would fit his small weenie? I guess we could of shoved the condom up my rectum first and then have him slip his dick into it. My gut feeling was he was clean. Still, I wasn't gonna take the risk as much as I would of loved to keep the night going right then and there with him shooting his load up my ass. After all, this is a guy that seemed to routinely pick up and have sex with strangers. If it was some married guy that was fairly monogamous, like me, maybe. But caution was needed with a guy who seems to be a regular cruiser. So, he said he wanted to fuck, too, and he'd go find some condoms. I gave him the number of my room and told him to let me know when he found some. But, the moment had passed. My libido seemed to get even lower as I went back to my room and seeing my room mate didn't help, either, since I was back in the real world then and I started worrying about someone finding out what I'd just been doing. It was over. Next morning when I opened the door of the room to go to breakfast, there was part of a Trojan condom package stuck in the door. He'd actually left it there the night before as he told me he was done with his training and would be leaving in the morning. The package being his message to me that he was ready for sex. Luckily my room mate didn't see that, although I don't know that he could of connected it to me. Yep, the moment had passed but it was very enjoyable. One thing that was really good about it was I didn't feel the guilt I'd often felt in the past about being queer as I nearly always did after I'd done such things. I didn't want my room mate to know what happened but, BY GOLLY, I REALLY ENJOYED THAT, and I didn't feel guilty for fagging off! That was a pivotal event in my life as never again would I feel ashamed for being homosexual. I almost felt proud, especially for what I saw as maybe being chosen from all the other guys that were available. I wish things like that would happen to me more often but, if you decide to pick me up- a stranger at some motel- please bring some rubbers with you so you can fuck me. I'll be looking forward to it and, once we get to know each other a little better, we can get rid of the rubbers. Picked Up in the Gym Maybe a couple of times a week, I go to a gym during my lunch break. It's in the Hyatt Hotel in the posh part of town and has high fees, but the facilities are good. Yesterday I felt the need for a stretch and work out and headed over. I was about half way through my routine, doing leg raises on one of the weights machines, gazing at one of the TVs across the room, when a guy walked up to the chin up bar a few feet in front of me and started doing slow lifts. He was older than me, maybe mid-40s, thin and wiry with a full face, greying moustache and dark thinning hair. I wouldn't normally have paid much attention – after all, plenty of guys his age are pretty skilled on the equipment – except that his eyes were fixed on me. I checked him out, my leg raises matching time with his chin ups. Loose runner's shorts, well toned hairy legs crossed at the ankles, singlet raising above his waist line as he worked revealing a bit of padding over his abs, good definition on his upper body and arms. I finished the leg raises and moved to the cable pull. The guy worked on the other side of the machine doing chest presses, his thighs apart and jock strap visible up the leg of his shorts. Again his eyes fixed on me and a thin smile on his lips – as much as you could expect given the weight he was pressing. Again we did our reps in sync. I was finished and went through to the change rooms. There was still a fair number of the lunch time crowd and people were moving in and out a bit. I sat for a moment regaining my breath and the older guy walked in. His locker was across the room from mine and as I started to undress I was aware of his eyes again. I was down to my jocks and looked across. He was naked, packing his gear in the locker. He turned around and I admired the nice cock that hung heavily from his groin. It was certainly of the large fleshy variety with weighty balls swinging below it. Nice, I thought, realising I'd been vaguely feeling randy for quite a few minutes now. He was watching me look and when I raised my eyes he smiled and winked. It was my turn now and I stripped off making sure he got lots of angles as I shut my locker, threw a towel over one shoulder and headed to the showers, stepping round other guys dressing. As I passed him, I scratched my bum, making sure he got a glimpse of my brown eye – sure he was watching. A couple of the showers were free and I went into the one in the far corner, hung my towel outside and left the door half ajar. He was not far behind, hung his towel over the next shwer and closed the door so it seemed occupied, then quickly moved to my stall. He stepped in, closed the door and turned to me, the water bouncing off his shoulders. He pushed the shower rose so it was spraying the wall then put a hand on my upper arm. He didn't have to push – I readily went to my knees and kissed, licked and sucked that meaty dick. Once in my mouth it quickly barred up and I appreciated the way it stretched my mouth and pushed into my throat. I give pretty good head and knew he was enjoying it from the way his hands tangled in my hair and the little gasps audible above the shower noise. After a while he took over, pushing his cock deep till my lips were mashed against his hairy belly, rotating his hips for a few seconds so his cock head rubbed against the ridges of my throat, then pulling back and repeating. I enjoy a good face fucking and I can't remember ever having such a big whanger between my lips. He pulled back and held his balls out. I sucked them slowly and thoroughly, enjoying the size and the way he buckled slightly at the knees as I tugged on each. Then it was back to face fucking and I was applying lots of suction, thinking he'd soon be getting close and anticipating a nice hot creamy load. But he surprised me by pulling me to my feet, pushing me face first against the tiled wall and pressing against me, his cock grinding in the crease between my cheeks. 'Ever had a cock this big up your arse?' he hissed. I'd already guessed it was a good ten inches and certainly thicker than anything I'd handled before. 'Uh uh,' I shook my head. 'Good,' he grunted. As he pumped the shampoo dispenser I shifted my legs wide, then braced myself as he quickly slapped the greasy liquid into my crack, then fitted his cock head against my pucker. He pressed forward, I bore back and the fat meaty head eased through my massively stretched ring. My face was squashed against the wet tiles and I was hyperventilating. The guy was also breathing fast and heavy, his breath hot on my neck. 'Nice 'n tight!' he murmured. Then, 'Take it all, pretty boy!' he grunted, bit my ear lobe and drove his big hard cock steadily into my rectum and up into my bowels. 'Chriiiissssssttt!' I panted out as quietly as I could, aware of little more than the huge invasion. Again that grinding of hips and the thick prong churned up my guts. Thrust, churn. Thrust, churn. Thrust, churn. I was taking it a bit easier now, but my insides felt all liquid and I had an overwhelming urge to defecate. As he pounded on, the urge diminished and was replaced by an almost painful shot of pleasure each time the ridge of his glans brushed over my prostate. The sensations were all consuming. On the one hand it was almost too much to bear; and on the other hand I just wanted it to go on and on, feeling that amazing cock arrow deep into my body. His hands roamed over me, pinching my nipples, squeezing my upper arms. 'I guess you like it,' he murmured, taking my impossibly hard cock and pumping it a couple of times. Then he got in to a rhythm of stoking my cock as he jagged into my arse. I gasped and sagged and in only a couple of minutes jetted out what felt like my biggest ever ejaculation, feeling as if my balls were emptying like never before, almost painful in its intensity. There was a low chuckle in my ear and then a sticky fist was pressed against my mouth. 'Eat up the hot jizz, pretty boy,' he hissed. I lapped the sticky cum, grimacing as his cock continued to saw back and forth. My own cock was still hard, perhaps due to the constant pressure on my prostate, and it felt like my whole body was as taut as a trip wire. The guy was now scooping my cum off the tiles and feeding it to me, and I could feel his cock twitch each time I licked his fingers. 'Since you're such a slut for cum,' he whispered, again biting my ear. 'You can have mine now.' With that he suddenly pulled all the way out of my butt, spun me round and pushed me to my knees again. With my bottom splayed like that I thought my insides would empty out on the floor. That massive dick was pressing against my lips, the acrid earthy stench from my gut almost overpowering. I quickly opened my mouth and took it in, licking off the earthy bitter flavour as quickly as I could. He was fast into that thrusting grinding action and, both hands on the back of my head, fucked for a few seconds before grunting and quivering into orgasm. I caught the gush on the back of my tongue, feeling the warm burst against the roof of my mouth and back of the throat. It was thinner and even more copious than my own and I was glad of its bleachy flavour to wash away the taste of arse. I sucked him gently till he softened, then kissed each of his balls before sinking down onto the floor. He directed the shower onto me and, stepping out of the stall said, 'See you here next week.'