1 comments/ 32316 views/ 11 favorites Gary Meets His Adonis By: bit_the_bullet Gary pulled up outside his house, almost dived out of the car, and ran into his house, pausing only to open the front door, shut and lock it behind him. His pace returned up the stairs three at a time, stripping his sweat soaked gym shirt off his back, and discarding it as he ran. He ran into his bedroom, nearly cracking his ankle off the bedside table as he bounced across the bed to close his curtains. As the second curtain was pulled to with his left hand, he was yanking at his shorts and gym briefs, pulling them over his gym shoes, partially tripping as he did so. He crawled to his the pine dresser, opened the bottom drawer, and dug out a Jack Daniels box, squat away at the back. He opened the tin, pulled the contents out, and dropped the tin back onto the other contents of the drawer. He grabbed the first thing that had fallen out of the box, a tube of lube, and generously smeared it over his fingers, before reaching behind, and rubbing his anus for a moment, before easing his index finger into the sphincter. It was only then that he relaxed a little, both literally and mentally. He thought back to the gym, to the Adonis who had come into the gym, in the tightest muscle shirt and the shortest 70's style shorts. And god did he do them justice, broad chest, well defined pectoral muscles and a full washboard. As Gary though about those abs, he worked a second finger into his tight hole, and began to thrust lightly in and out, soft movements and at the same time, splitting the fingers with each thrust to ease the tightness. He thought back to the gym guy, 'The toned legs below the shorts, the ass that the shorts clung to, oh god I want to taste that ass' and he sped up his movement, also depending the two fingers, now all the way to the knuckle. In his mind he saw the guy bend over, and he pushed a third finger into his ass, and really started to push them in and out. He used his left hand to start pumping his hard cock, precum glistening on the top long before his had touched it. As he pumped both his hole and his shaft he thought more about the guy, mentally stripping him, the shirt off revealing the chest and abs, the abs still hidden at the lower end by the band of the shorts. His chest was naked, probably waxed with how smooth it was. A single nipple was pierced, a hoop through which bounced as he turned onto a mental treadmill, and then started jogging. Gary could clearly see those tight shorts begin to drop in his mind, initially they were there was a hint of cheek, then half a pair, then the shorts disappeared. Those ass cheeks were tight, defined and muscular, the only movement was the flexing with each step. Gary couldn't take any more of this, he needed to cum, and decided to up the stakes. He pulled his fingers out, stopped pumping his cock, and grabbed the butt plug which was also kept in that box. He applied lube to the top and sides of the 4 inch or so shaft, collected the flared base and tunes, in this right hand before inserting in one swift motion. As he did so, he caught the sensitive spot not far past the anus, causing his cock to twitch violently. With his left, he followed the thinner of the tubes coming out of the base, which after a short distance became a wire. He located vibration control at the end of the wire, and turned it half way, causing the plug to buzz, flicking the prostate and the multitude of other nerve endings both internally and externally. His cock was now straining, almost flicking along with the speed of the vibrations, and Gary started to pump the shaft with his still lubed right hand. He swift increased the pace, and as he did so, he found the other tube from the plug with his left hand. He found the pump, and began to squeeze repeatedly. After two he felt fuller, after four he started to feel stretched. By the 8th pump, the pressure on his prostate was now intense, the vibrations pushing him further towards orgasm. He put another couple of pumps into it so that he wouldn't force it out, and then grabbed his balls as he masturbated furiously. He tugged and squeezed the soft skin of his scrotum, applying pressure to his testicles, while precum flew from the tip of his cock with each almost violent stroke. He felt his orgasm start, initially his arse tightened around the plug, which had the effect increasing the intensity on his prostate. He could feel his the base of his cock muscle, deep in his perineum started to pulse, his shaft tensing more, before the release of orgasm hit, cum ejaculating over the laminate floor. He released the air valve, the hissing reassuring with the pressure reducing inside him, and then turn off the vibrations. His cock final stopped twitching after this, and while pulling the plug out with a combination of muscle control and his right hand, he ran the index finger of his left hand along the underside of his shaft, from base to tip, taking the last drop of cum onto his finger, then greedily sucking it, pretending it was gym guys. 'If only' he thought to himself, before lifting himself, and taking himself off to the ensuite to shower. ---------------------------------- Later that evening, Gary found himself almost aimlessly following his friends into the queue for the third bar of the night. He was out of sorts with himself, despite being flying earlier. After the afternoon release, he pampered himself, shaving and balming his chin, chest and carefully sculpting his pubic area, down to a small patch above his cock. He had planned on a big night, drinks, more drinks, and finishing the night with someone, preferably covered in sweat and sex. The night hadn't panned out like that, once in town, he felt deflated, lacking the usual oomph which saw him surrounded by men and women, in the words of Austin Powers, he was missing his mojo. He hadn't even made some pun about wearing some of the crotch less underwear in the sex shop a couple of doors down, something he would have done at 10 am, never mind following a few beers. One of the girls had noticed his lacklustre demeanour, and put her arm around him as the noise levels emanating from the place increased with a few more being allowed in, edging the group along. "What's up? " Shelly asked, squeezing him as she did. "Not a clue" Gary answered, the shrug of his shoulders fitting his manner, "I was up for tonight, pimped and pruned, ready to take on the world. Did the chest, the abs, everything. Just feel a little blah now I'm actually out. But no idea why." "You got another man crush? You were like this a few months back, one quickie and it sorted itself out." She quipped, half teasing, half digging for information. "No, nothing of the sort. Odd fantasy but that's it. No gossip for you tonight darling. Could be I just went too hard in the gym this morning, and took more out of myself than I thought." "Could be indeed. Or maybe it was someone at the gym taking you harder!" she replied swiftly. "Ha ha. Wishful thinking." Gary quipped back "You and I are just to dried up hags." "I'm married" shelly retorted "well I guess that is dried up." And both laughed. "Stop wetting yourselves and get in, you are holding up the queue." the bouncer called "Evening Shelly, back again?" he added with a smile. "Yup my favourite place, topless barmen, room to shake my booty and more than enough men to slap the shit out of any grabsy straight bloke who wants to try to get his hands on these puppies." And with a shake of her cleavage, she overtly wiggled her way through the door, shaking that booty for all to see. "You the latest squeeze?" the bouncer asked, somewhat protectively. "No, a friend from work. And often the fake bloke to escape attention." "Good, she's a favourite of mine, glad to see she has others looking out for her. Go on in, and should you need a hand with idiots, just ask for Steve." Gary shook Steve's hand, then walked in, the bar much more packed from the inside. He looked over to a table not far from the bar, and saw all his friends gathered there. Nick, Allan and Ian were stood talking, no doubt continuing the earlier thread of the excitement of the days football. Shelly was gyrating in her normal dancing style, almost dry humping her best friend Jenny. Allan, Jenny's other half, was so used to seeing this he no longer considered it even erotic, just as night out, although Gary still appreciated the look of two gorgeous women being that intimate to outsiders. As he approached the table, Nick stretched out an arm, a shot of tequila. "Get this down you and get that party animal out. Had enough of your funk for tonight, so unless someone is kicking you in the balls, cheer up or I will!" "Ha ha, Cheers" Gary stated, and typically, grabbed the salt pot off the table, shook some into his mouth, then threw the shot of tequila down after it. "Where are the limes?" he asked, about 20 seconds too late. "Here" Shelly said, pushing her corset supported breasts closer together, a chunk of lime peering out from between them. "Christ. Ah well" Gary leaned in, deliberately licked the tops of Shelly's ample cleavage, before grabbing the lime with his teeth, and raising his head. Once the lime was squeezed by his teeth he removed it, placing it in an empty on the table. He leaned in, kissed Shelly on the cheek "You always know who to cheer a guy up. Ever going to admit just how big those really are?" "A lady never admits these things, although as I'm not a lady, will happen eventually. You need to give me a bit of gossip worthy of it. And before you say it, I'm not interested in the size of your cock." "That's implying I actually know just how big it is" he replied, beginning to turn towards the bar, "I will think of the gossip whilst I go the bar. When I return will be something worth..." he stopped mid-sentence. The gym Adonis was behind the bar. He was instantly hard, his cock straining again the material of his jeans. "Erm I will have the erm" "So that's the funk. When I go for a cig, come with me, and tell me more." "Erm, shit, why can't I hide anything from you?" "A woman's charms, darling, a woman's charms. Now bar. A round of shots of your choice, with something nice for you and a glass of white for me." As he approached the bar, Gary realised that he had a one in three chance of being lucky and speaking to the guy, or was that two in three and avoiding all contact so that he could scuttle back to his mates and hide away, hopefully the mini tent pointing down his leg would also disappear. The blonde barman, small yet lithe and wiry walked towards hi, but then served the person to the left. The other barman, a bald man in his mid-thirties and very heavily muscled looked up at Gary, then at Adonis, who shook his head, then announced it was his break. That left Gary face to face with the Adonis, the man he had quite literally lost himself over not 5 hours ago. The man who had inspired the good day, the man-scaping, and clearly was the underlying reason behind the mood he had earlier. "Can I have six shots of Sambuca, a Cidre and large white wine please." "Sure, no worries. Before I do can I see some ID?" Gary was a little mystified by this, at 28 he hadn't been asked for ID in god knows how many years. "OK, wasn't expecting that. Just a sec" and he fished out his driving license from his wallet, handing it to the guy. "Cheers for this. Wasn't wanting to check your age, just wanted to know who I had caused to run out of the gym" he said smiling. "Gary, I'm Christian. However all my mates call me Mac. At least I now have a name to put to the cute arse I saw swan out the door." From shock, Gary hit full flirt, his earlier melancholy completely dissipated. "Was it you? Was it a meeting? Was it I'd just had enough? Or was it that I had seen you, and just could face looking at you a second time in the gym?" "Ha ha. I saw the swelling in your gym shorts, if it wasn't me, was some other hottie in there. No meeting or otherwise." "Ok so you got me." Gary said, now grinning cheekily, "What are you going to do with that snippet of information?" "I'm due on a break in about 45 minutes, keep an eye out, then go to the toilets. I'll leave the staff door unlocked so that you can come in." "Well ok then. Will see you then>" he was about to walk away when Gary remembered the drinks. He held out £30, too his changed, and then picked up the tray of drinks, without another word being uttered between the two. Back at the table, Gary announced that it as Sambuca time, and once downed, Shelly announced she was taking Gary for a cigarette. They walked through the bar, deftly bypassing the crowded tables, before walking out into the smokers courtyard. "You had better pony up with the gossip, like now" she said when they were outside. "I now have enough gossip to know the depth of you as well as the size of your tits. So first things first. How big are they." "Not telling without some form of guarantee about how good the gossip is." "Blow your socks off good. And you know I don't make shit up." "34G, yes they are real, and why the sodding hell do we play this game. Hell you have seen them. I've even dared you to put one of my bras on playing truth or dare." "It's a bit of fun" Gary replied, and then bent into her, whispering in her ear that had been said at the bar. "No fucking way!!! Seriously? That sounds like a booty call. Maybe literally, if you swing that far. If not a bit of sucky sucky on a night out anyway." "I know. And have you seen him. Fucking Adonis. I mean, I'm not even going to tell you what I did to myself at home. I literally ran out of the gym, immediate erection material. I'm still hard now." "No way." Shelly said. "Challenge accepted" Gary replied in his best Barney Stinson impression, and grabbed her hand, pushing it against the straining muscle. "Is that not hurting?" she asked, concerned at the pressure. "A little, but it's also kind of exciting. I keep flicking it every once In a while, give a nice sting of pleasure." And did it to demonstrate. Even in the dim light, Shelly saw her friend cock twitch beneath the jeans, and for good measure flicked it herself. She looked around, and saw no one looking before dropped her now expired cigarette into the ashtray, and moving slightly so that she was between Gary and the door. Gary followed her movement, turning to face her, and before he could ask what she was doing, she reached inside the top of her corset, and fished out her breasts, with their mirror imaged star tattoos surrounding the nipple. "And despite a love of cock, I know you love tits as much as the next man, that will help some more" she said, easing them back into the corset, carefully concealing the nipples. Now let's have a drink, stay quiet and help you slip away when its time. I'll be your look out man for him leaving." The next half hour flew by, Gary wasn't sure what was said by who. He kept his back to the bar, watching for any sign of change through Shelly's reactions. She flicked her hair to one side, swiftly followed by a nod of her head towards the toilet. He took this as his sign, and made his excuses, heading towards the toilet. He called in, relieved himself, and freshened up. He then walked across the corridor, and went through the staff door. The door was quite stiff, creaking as it opened, and closing slowly. It opened into what looked like a small corridor, and before doing anything else, he turned and flicked the security lock over, before taking the few steps to the corner. Once around it, the staff room was quite large, for some reason he was expecting something more dingy. He looked over the two brown leather couches, one was for at least three people, the other, a corner for about 5. He looked round and couldn't see Mac, but didn't want to shout out, either for desperation or in case someone else was around. It was also quieter than he was expecting, and he thought he could make out the sound of a shower, and then thought better of it, more likely a bit of background fuzz from the shots. He looked around the room again, a large screen TV, small kitchenette, quite the setup, when he heard a door go. For a moment his heart raced, was it someone coming in, then he saw Mac appear through a door he hadn't seen behind one of the couches. Mac was in a towel, top naked, most of his left leg exposed. Gary silently apologised to him, his fantasy early did the man no justice. At the bar, he had deliberately not started. Now it was all he could do not to drool. His brown hair now almost black, wet from a shower, stull with a slight curl gave him a slightly boyish look, that the face and body denied. Piercing green eyes, a chiselled jaw, wide muscular chest with rock had pectorals. A pair of small pert nipples, stood proud on top of a pair of shiny silver bar piercings, and held in place by a six pack. Or was it 8. Hell it could be 10. His skin was flawless. The only body hair Gary could see was on the calf of the exposed leg. "Enough for you?" Mac asked? "No?" he added when Gary didn't, or couldn't answer, "Well how about now?" he said, as he dropped the towel. Beneath the towel was the hardest cock that Gary had seen this close up. He could see the veins straining and pulsing. It wasn't the biggest, however at a guess it was a good 7 inches long and plenty wide. It was also flawlessly smooth. Not a hair, or stubble, anything, anywhere. Gary couldn't stop himself, "My god, you are more beautiful than I imagined." "Ah so the admission finally comes does it now?" "Yes ok. I ran, I went home, and I fucked myself over you. I don't care if it's what you want to hear or not it's the truth." "And for telling the truth, there is a reward now, and another later. Come here." Gary did as he was told. Mac knelt, quickly undid the belt, then the buttons of Gary's jeans. Seeing the erection straining against the material, and the commando nature, he pulled them down Gary's thighs slowly, dragging the rough material over the sensitive head of Gary's cock. Once they were down far enough down for Mac to see more than the base, he leant in and started to kiss the smooth, freshly shaved skin, the short trimmed bush tickling his bottom lip, and continuing to inch the jeans down slowly. As more of Gary's cock emerged, Mac started to run his tongue up and down the length, from base to jeans and back again. Gary felt the rougher material of the seams started to run over the head of his penis, and then slowly start to slip round, no foreskin to stop the seam scraping against the highly sensitive urethral opening, causing him so shudder slightly in anticipation. He was expecting his cock to spring free at any moment, flap upwards and break the moment with a comedy slapping sound. It never happened. Expertly Mac ran his tongue in to the base of the jeans fly, pushing Gary's cock back away from the material, and with a final yank, his jeans were round his knees. Mac pulled back slightly, allowing Gary's cock to straighten and extend to its full length. He ran his tongue around the head, once, twice then with the third, he took it into his mouth. Gary gasped with pleasure. It was some time since he was this aroused. This afternoon's solo fest was dwarfed by it. Already he was trying to hold back his orgasm. He could feel it approaching with the speed of a Japanese Bullet train. Mac didn't change his pace if he had realised this. Still slowly working the head with his tongue, slowly sucking on it, occasionally mixing it with adding pressure by pushing his tongue onto, and almost into, the sensitive opening. Gary reached forward, and started to massage Macs hair whilst trying to control himself. He was trying to think of anything but the Adonis in front of him, however he was failing miserably. He ran his hands over Mac's ears, tugging at the lobed, and gently caressing the soft tissue behind them that he liked to be teased and pleasured so much himself. He closed his eyes, and started to relax and enjoy rather than worry about lasting. He was enjoying this too much. Gary Meets His Adonis Sensing the changing in Gary's stance, the little more ease, Mac changed momentum. Until now his hands have been mere voyeurs, now they ran up the backs of Gary's thighs, in a fluid, semi-circular motion, lightly stimulating the skin, before reaching the inverted V created by Gary's legs, and the crevice of ass that hung above them. He ran his hands over the soft yet toned skin, up to Gary's lower back, then down to the top of his thighs. He repeated this a few times, each repetition a little firmer than the previous. On the fourth pass, his fingers delved into Gary's crevice, the soft yet firm skin of Mac's fingers dropping through it down to the puckered skin of Gary's already twitching sphincter. Again the movements continued, each time a little firmer, now each pass was causing Gary's cock to twitch a little more, bouncing with stimulation. Gary suddenly felt Mac's hands stop. He wanted more, but wasn't going to risk pushing it, after all his Adonis was still sucking his cock. The next moment he was off balance, almost falling forward, and it took a moment to realise what Mac had done. One swift movement of those powerful arms had pulled Gary into him, and Mac was taking him all. Gary was impressed, it wasn't often anyone could deep throat him, and once that moment of realisation passed Gary felt the muscles of Mac's throat start to milk his cock for all he was worth. Mac knew he could do this for long, without breaking off, so dropped one hand to his own cock, and found it dripping with precum. He coated as much of his index finger as he could, before lifting his hand between Gary's legs. He spread Gary's cheeks using his two thumbs, and pushed firmly on the hole. Pleasantly surprised, Mac found him much more accommodating than he expected, easily taking the full length of his finger, which was quickly put into use, hooking back towards the front wall of the rectum, hitting the prostate hard and fast. That was enough for Gary, and moments later he orgasmed for the second time in the day, and this time his whole body shook. He thought he was cumming for an hour and Mac took every drop straight down his throat. As he finished, he went limp, Mac supporting him for a moment whilst she recovered himself. As soon as the moment passed, Mac removed himself from Gary, taking a gulp of air for his first breath, but swiftly composed himself. He stood, picking his towel up with him, and wrapped it back around, concealing the cock Gary wanted to taste. He stepped passed Gary, heading towards a counter a few feet beyond him. Something rattled behind Gary, stirring him from his stupor, and then brought back to reality by a hard slap on his bum cheek. "Give me your hand. Here's my number, call me later, we close at three, I should be out at 4, I want to continue this if you do." "God yes I do" Gary answered, and pulled his jeans up. "Until later" he said, leaned in and gave Mac a passionate kiss, then walked away. As he returned to the table, there was the usual wolf whistles and knowing stares. All he could say was "I got a number" which lead to high fiving from the boys. He leant into Shelly, and whispered just over the noise "I'll tell you later. Gossip galore" -------------------------------------- A couple of brief flirty texts were exchanged throughout the night, and as the clock approached 3am, Gary was bouncing round the club like he had taken a handful of some illegal substance, dancing, flirting, even copped a feel of Shelly to make a would be suitor get the message she wasn't for him. His drinking had slowed right down, he was postponing the hangover, but wanted to be clear minded. There was no way he wasn't going to enjoy and remember this night. One final bottle, sipped at, semi ignored, the anticipation now approaching fever pitch and still an hour to go. Shelly sidled up to him, took the beer, and knocked back half of it. Despite the amount she had consumed, she always came across as sober, even if there was no chance of a sensible decision or even remembering the following day. "Sooooooo. Spiiiiiiiiiiillllllllllllllllll bitch." She said laughing "I'm desperate to know what happened earlier. You know it's only fair, as I would tell you." "Yes you would, usually that I don't want to hear as well. You and your love of dirty sex, ewww." "Wha? I like it." She replied, taking another swig "and how can you call me dirty. You will shag any man that moves. And you love the poop chute." "Yes I do. I can't tell you now. I want to, I'm just too wound up over it. Reliving earlier in my head, I think I will come again in my pants right here. I will give you the gossip. Just not yet." "So you have cum tonight, dirty bastard." And she gave him a hug, and a drunken kiss on the lips. "So you have changed your allegiances already" he heard someone say, not quite able to make out the voice over the music. He turned, and saw Mac, standing there in a muscle shirt and dark jeans, looking every bit the Adonis Gary held in his mind. "My god. I wasn't expecting you for another hour." Gary exclaimed, surprise and delight beaming from him. "And after that you are going to gossip like a little girl?" Mac chuckled, causing Gary to blush, obvious he had heard a whole lot more than Gary would have liked him to know. "Don't worry. We all have our fag hags. I have mine, and I'll be telling them just how good you taste." He looked over to Shelly, who was somewhat taken with the god like image in front of her, and the contrast to the brash, sarcastic attitude he had. "As Gary won't introduce me, I'm Mac, and you want the gossip, well earlier I caused him to run away from me in the gym, where he fucked himself over me, and then he got a blow job later. And if I get my way, in the not too distant future, Gary, his cock, and the rest of him will be busy." Shelly was a little shell shocked, she would never have got that much detail that easily from Gary, she would have had to dig and dig, and god knows she was going to later, so much to know. "Nice to meet you" she said, regaining composure, "He is lovely, just counting his lucky stars. I'm going to ask anyway, are you bi, I'd be happy to join in" "No, I'm all about the boys" Mac replied "And that boy is going to be mine, him and his delightfully salty cum." "Oh my god, you don't think before speaking do you?" she quipped back. Gary stretched his arm around her, hand over her mouth to prevent any insult that may have come out, he could see the feisty side about to explode. "Mac, shall we go?" he said, trying to keep the piece. Mac nodded, waved the way for Gary to walk ahead of him "My car is right outside. I'll be right behind you, I want to watch that swagger of yours from the best place possible." Gary leant in, kissed shelly on the cheek, and then on the lips. "Love you sweet cakes, I owe you easy gossip for that one." She nodded, not saying anything, still a little stunned by it all. As Gary took his first couple of steps, Mac leant in swiftly, and before she could react, he kissed her cheek and whispered "I'll make sure you have plenty of gossip to hear. And if we meet again, I won't be this obnoxious asshole, I want him as much as he clearly wants me." He kissed her again, managing to make her speechless for the second time in a minute, and watched her best friend walk out with the hottest piece of ass she had ever seen. Mac caught Gary as he reached the car, opening it with the remote key, and closed the door behind him. He jogged to the other side of the car, and jumped in himself. "Your place or mine?" he asked, without stopping to ask about the look Gary was giving him. "Well?" he followed it with. "Well what?" Gary replied, snappily "You have just embarrassed me in front of my best friend, and you want me to give you an answer? Well here you go. My place. You can drop me off, and then go to yours." "Well that would be a shame. I've just promised your best friend that you would have some gossip for her, well more than you already do. So if you want to let her down feel free. I apologised to her, I just wanted you out of there, with me, enjoying each other." Gary looked at him, saw the smile and the ice that had built in the club disappeared in a second. "Ok, my place." Still trying to sound pissed, even though he was anything but. "Oh stop being a drama queen. The raging hard on I can see in your jeans belies that sulk." And laughed. ---------------------------------------- Through the door, and Gary wondered how he hadn't exploded with happiness, excitement, something. He was stripping before the door fully shut behind him, shirt was off, quickly followed by shoes and socks. He locked the door, and then went into the room behind Mac. He was looking round, but Gary put a hand on his shoulder, and spun him around, catching him in an embrace. He grabbed the hair at the back of Mac's head, pulled him in and kissed him passionately, tongues intertwining. He eased his other had between them, and started to rub Mac's chest and once he found a nipple, began to toy and pinch, pushing the skin into the piercing. Mac broke the kiss, and lifted the muscle short over this head, and whilst doing so, Gary didn't miss the opportunity, in one hand he grabbed the nipple he had been toying with, in the other, the mass of the shirt, pinning Macs arms above his head. He took the other nipple into his mouth, firstly caressing it with his tongue, before pinching on it with his teeth, against the steel bar, causing Mac to groan. Gary then started to work down the highly defined washboard stomach, lightly kissing the muscles, and the exposed tips of hip bone, before returning to a standing position and releasing Macs arms. This time Mac lead the embrace, now free of the shirt, with one muscular arm pulling him close, then reaching further to grab the toned rear he had played with earlier. The kiss continued, and Gary started to grind against Mac, each jeans encased erection dry humping the hip of the other. Gary manoeuvred Mac, so that he was stood with his back towards the Horlicks advert sized chair, before breaking the kiss. Almost breathlessly he whispered into Mac's ear "Your turn" and pushed him into the chair. Gary dropped to his knees, hands quickly working Mac free of his belt and his jeans, which he nearly bounced Mac out of the chair to achieve. He looked over the man in front of him, handsome face, glorious body, and a hard cock encased in a pair of white Calvin Kleins waiting to be attended to. Needing to be attended to. The damp patch of precum said that. Gary wasted no time, initially working the cock in its cloth enclosure with his hand, then bent down and started to kiss it through the tight material, starting at the base, and slowly working up. He took his time, lavishing saliva onto the straining muscle below, and once he reached the head, he imitated starting a blow job, trying to take it into his mouth, sucking up all the precum. Mac moved his hands to his waist, wanting to rid himself of the restrictive underwear, but Gary playfully slapped his hands away. He started to move back down the underwear, reaching the button hole fly, and amazed Mac by undoing the button using only his mouth, then using the strength of his tongue to work his cock free. Gary took it straight into his mouth, initially the head, but quickly started to bob up and down, working the meaty length with his tongue. He grabbed the base with his right hand and started to wank Mac, meeting his strokes with the movements of his mouth, and he took his balls thought the material with his left, massaging and squeezing as much as he could. It was too much for Mac, who exploded quickly, and heavily, taking Gary by surprise. He gagged a bit with the first, some of the salty fluid escaping and running down his chin and Macs cock, the rest he held, and swallowed. Once Macs cock had finished pulsing with orgasm, he ran a finger along his chin to clean it, the proceeded to clean the slowly softening cock in front of him. "Well I wasn't expecting that" he laughed, then licked the length one more time. "I wasn't either" Mac agreed "neither my reaction, or you taking the lead that much, you were quite happy to be lead earlier." "Well let's face it I swing both ways, why can't I like the sub and the dom." "No reason what so ever. And as soon as I recover, we can start all over again." "Would you like a drink while you do so?" Gary enquired, "Have beer, wine and council pop" he laughed. "A beer would be great. Been a long evening since you walked into it." He replied, with a wink. "And it's going to be longer still if I get my way." "Why do I suspect that you do regardless" Gary said, disappearing into the kitchen. Mac chuckled at the comment, and Gary opened a couple of beers, bringing them into the room. "So, tell me, what exactly quantifies as fucking yourself?" he asked "it's been burning in my mind ever since you said it." "Well it's a bit of wanking, and a bit of more" "God you really are coy, no wonder your friend said she had to ask the hell out of you." "You were there that long?" "Call me curious as to what you were going to say" Mac Answered, "no stop deflecting and answer the god damn question." "No" Gary laughed "Don't want to" "Well in that case, time for me to leave I guess" Mac replied, and when Gary made no move to talk, he stood, tucked his still semi hard cock into his boxers, and bent to pull up his jeans. "No, ok I'll tell. And you are much better at getting stuff out of me." he said "I..." Mac cut him off "No, terms have changed, show me, since you can't tell me" at which Gary's eyes lit up. He simply nodded in agreement, and looked at Macs waist. "Ok" he acknowledged, sitting back down briefly, removing his shoes and socks, then lifted his hips to whip the boxers down his legs, before standing and stepping out of them. "So shall we?" he asked, inviting Gary to lead the way. "OK, so I ran in, and straight up the stairs, stripping as I did" he said, leading Mac up the stairs, and once at the top, he dropped his jeans to the floor. "I went into the bedroom, and went over to the drawers." "Why to the drawers?" Mac asked intrigued, expecting some lube or other wanking aid. "I wanted my special box from the bottom drawer." He answered. "It's not something I use all the time, just when really turned on." "Can I see it?" Mac asked, not waiting for an answer "Is it in this drawer?" and opened it anyway. He saw the Jack Daniels tin at the back, and lifted it out. Gary stood there, just watching, heart pounding. He had only known this man for a matter of hours, and was now sharing a secret that he hadn't shared with anyone. Mac opened the tin, and for a moment was confused by the tube and wired, then realised what it was. "Never tried one of these. Tell me what it feels like." "Full, fast thumping. I orgasm like I'm being fucked hard. It sits right on your prostate, bouncing away, well more hammering when on full throttle. Your cock bounces with the rhythm." "Well what are you waiting for? I said you had to show me." Gary needed no further invitation, however there was no masturbation this time, he grabbed the lube, generously applying to himself and the plug, and slid it straight inside himself. "Lie on the bed, I'm in control of this." Mac said, carefully holding the pump and control. Gary did as instructed, moving slowly and deliberately so that he didn't overreach and ease the plug back out. He eased himself up the bed, so that his calves were hanging over the edge, and went to touch his cock. "No" Snapped "told you I'm in control. You can touch if I say so. Is that clear?" Gary went to answer, and Mac turned on the vibe. No words came out, no sound, so he simply nodded his head. Slowly the vibe was turned up to about half, and then Mac started to inflate the plug, squeezing slowly and deliberately, watching Gary watching him do so. The power was turning him on, without the fact that this man was laid below him, cock erect, and happy to have a toy buzzing in his ass. 'That will be mine shortly' he thought to himself, but kept pumping. Gary was starting to squirm, and mac realised that it was starting to fill him. Another two squeezes, and Mac asked if he want him to stop. Gary simply shook his head, and mouthed the words two more. Mac applied the extra two squeezes, and then ramped the vibrations up to maximum. He was mesmerised, as he let his gaze drop from Gary's hazel eyes to the cock. It was twitching, bouncing along, just like he had said it was. Nowhere near as fast as a vibe, and not only was it flexing with the base, it seemed to be pulsing along. Gary had started moaning, and Mac knew this wasn't going to last long, so bent down, and started to suck on the vibrating cock. As he did so, he started to tug gently on the flared base, not enough to hurt, just enough to tease and stretch, knowing that this would make things easier when he came to enter him. The rhythm of vibration, the softness of Mac's mouth and the sensation of a subtle fucking drove Gary over the edge incredibly quickly, his third orgasm in twelve hours, and yet it felt like his first. His cock pulsed with orgasm, spasming in that soft mouth for a second time. Mac deliberately left the vibe going, and kept tugging and sucking, the intensity of the two increasing, and made Gary come as close as he ever had to a multiple orgasm, the second following within a minute of the first. Mac released the air valve, allowing the toy to deflate, and stopped the vibrations. He stood, stretched then grabbed the base of the plug and removed it. "I take it you are now sated?" he looked at Gary, who was laid the, contentment covering his face. "Not quite. So far I have had the best of the deal, how can we fix that? "Well I have a hard cock, you have a gaping arse, is that a good match?" "No its not, needs lube adding in, and then it's a great match" Gary replied. He reached behind his head, grabbed a pillow from each side. "Use these to raise me up. I prefer doggy, however there is no chance of me supporting my weight just yet." Mac took Gary's legs, deliberately left his cock rub against his arse, before lifting Gary's knees onto his shoulders. He wrapped an arm around them to hold them in place, and eased the pillows under with the other, the released him back down. "I have the lube, where are the gloves?" he asked. Gary flopped an arm at the dresser, "Top drawer" was the descriptive answer Mac received. Mac grabbed one, ripped it opened, and quickly rolled it down his straining cock. Walking back to the foot of the bed, he picked up the lube, and smothered his fingers. Despite just having a plug in there, he wasn't going to risk anything, and inserted two fingers thought the gaping sphincter, easing them back and forth, before adding a third to stretch it a bit more. He kept working his fingers in and out, ensuring that Gary would be ready to accept him, and he took Gary's hardening cock as a sign that this was the case. He pulled out his fingers, added lube to his latex covered cock, and moved closed to Gary. Gary felt empty, after the plug, and then the fingers, having nothing there was odd, almost miserable. He could feel the bed moving, and panic momentarily set in. Although he wasn't the longest Gary had been taken by, he most certainly was up there with the widest. He knew that Mac had re lubed, both his open hole and that hard cock, but still flinched at the thought. Mac edged further forward, between Gary's spaced legs, and then stopped mid way up his thighs. He eased his hands under Gary's taught ass, lifting it and pulling further over the pillows, and eased his folder legs under Gary's at the same time. He saw the look of nervous anticipation in Gary's eyes, concern twinged with need. He eased in a little more, movements a bit more comical with the weight of legs on his, and then lifted himself on his knees as his cock approached the hole he so badly wanted to fill. He took his slick cock at the base, careful not to remove any of the lube. He rubbed the tip down the length of that hard again cock, over his balls, and stopped pressed against the perineum. He started to rock his hips slowly, pushing against the sensitive area, and watched the cock twitch with his rhythm. Gary Meets His Adonis Mac took his lubed hand, slid it under his cock, then pushed four fingers into the sphincter beneath, giving one final stretch. He then removed it, and gently started to massage Gary's cock and balls. With his other, he eased the head of his cock downwards, feeling the ridge of muscle slowly disappear. He kept his movement shallow, the head pushing into the hole a little further each time. He could feel Gary tense up and he approached the widest part of the head. He pushed in a little more, before holding there for a moment, allowing Gary to accommodate his size, then pushed though the sphincter. Gary felt a momentary sharp sting mixed with his pleasure, but as his muscle relaxed around the shaft, that was gone. He felt filled again, despite the fact there was still more of Mac outside than in him. Each thrust was filling him more and more, and the head of Macs cock hit his prostate. He thought he was going to cum again his cock twitching like it was ready to, however no orgasm came. Instead each stroke kept rubbing against it, intensifying the feeling. He realised that Mac had picked up on this as well, and had dropped his hips slightly, so that each thrust was deliberately running along the front wall, hitting the small nut of an organ. Mac's thrusting was also getting more desperate, pushing harder and deeper, but still controlling the pace. As Gary started to feel the smooth skin of Mac's sac hitting his cheeks, he could feel a pressure building, as the cock started to push past where the plug had stretched, opening and accommodating the meaty intrusion. As soon as Mac was nearly fully inside, he eased back a little more, and the thrust himself fully inside, causing Gary to gasp, a mixture of pleasure and pain. He lifted Gary's legs again, and started fuck him. Faster and harder. He had treated Gary enough, now it was his turn to come. No longer aiming for prostate, he fucked him remorselessly, leaning further over him so that he could get more penetration. As he watched the glistening body fucking him, he realised just how close Mac was, and he started to milk the fucking organ with this arse muscle, squeezing with all he could. He was also close enough to grab a nipple, and he twisted it slightly before remembering the bar inside. So he dug his nails in as much as he could, and held on as Mac bucked into him with pleasure. He pulled on it with each withdrawal from Mac, timing it perfectly to match him. Mac could no longer stand it. He orgasm was building, each thrust was met with slight nipple torture, and an arse he though capable of milking anything. With each thrust, a shot of energy ran from his balls, growing in intensity, until it was too much. His cock started pulsing, and with one final thrust, his orgasm erupted. Gary felt Mac buck with each spasm until he was spent, each shot filled him further, warming his core. Carefully, he he raised himself slightly and pulled mac into a softly but passionate embrace, before releasing Mac. He had that cock in him for a couple of moments more before Mac eased himself out. He felt empty again, however sated, finished, at least for now. He rolled onto his side once Mac had freed himself, flicked the pillows from under himself, and rolled back onto his back. "Wow that was fucking awesome" he said, speaking for the first time in what seemed an eternity. "Would you like to spend the night and we can rinse and repeat in the morning?" "Why repeat when there is so much more to do?" Mac quipped. "I'm going to hit the shower now. Come along and I will clean you up good and proper." Gary rolled over, and then sat up, a little gingerly, but much less than he had expected after such a fucking. "On my way lover, I hope you won't be disappointed that you can't clean my mind!" -----------------------------------