My tattooed musclehunk
by Andrew J
Disclaimer:
This story is pure fiction. If you are not 18 or older, please leave immediately. Do not continue reading. Also, if gay male sex isn't your thing, you might want to stop here. Otherwise, I hope you have a great time!
Feedback, comments, thoughts, criticism are all welcome. Post a comment on this story on my blog , or e-mail me directly at andrewbjo@yahoo.com
I rarely talk to the serious bodybuilders at the gym. Especially when I'm attracted to them. I get all tongue-tied, and figure I’m not their type anyways.
Not that I’m unattractive or anything… far from it, in fact. I have a defined, muscle-toned body. Nice chest, solid arms, and great legs. I work hard to keep my six-pack defined, and my weekly yoga training keeps my body lithe and flexible. I get a lot of attention from guys who look like me… the slender ‘swimmers-build’ types. Just not from the bodybuilders.
Until today, that is.
I’m in the gym change room, getting ready for my workout, and have just stripped out of my clothes. I’m trying to fish my gym clothes out of my gym bag when I notice him.
He’s hot. Not handsome - just raw, masculine, HOT. Huge biceps and shoulders, a smattering of dark hair covering his chest (matching his thin goatee), and a large tattoo on his left arm. He’s drinking his protein shake at his locker right next to mine.
I stand there, naked, staring at his biceps and tattoo. All of a sudden, he turns to me, and looks me straight in the eye.
“So what’s your name?”
“Uhh… I’m Andrew.” I say. Then, nervously add, “I really like your tattoo.”
“Thanks,” he says. “You want to feel it?” He turns his left arm to me and steps in closer.
I tentatively reach my hand out, and touch his left arm. God, it’s like touching a cannon. His arm is wider than my palm. With my fingers, I trace the outlines of the black, angry looking dragon of his tattoo. His arm is inches away from my body, and I feel like reaching over and running my tongue over it.
“Man that’s hot,” I say, swallowing.
"You should get one too. It'll look hot." he says.
Then, he surveys my naked body. Much to my embarrassment, I was completely erect, and couldn’t do anything to cover up.
"Right here," and slowly traces a circle around my belly button. "Mmm... you’ve got nice smooth skin." I'm standing there helpless, desperately trying not to shoot my load on the spot. My cock is bouncing up and down of its own accord.
“You like that?” he asks.
My throat has gone completely dry, and I just nod in response.
"Nice abs too. Keep it up," the hunk says. Then, slapping my ass, he walks out of the change room.
Several other guys in the locker room, all in various states of undress, notice I have a hard on. Some of them turn away, but most of them just smile or smirk knowingly. I quickly grab my workout gear and get dressed, shoving my still erect cock into my jockstrap.
I half-heartedly start my workout, starting on the treadmill, and then working my way through weights. Through the corner of my eye, I watch the hot bodybuilder going through his routine. I drool as his muscles bulge and flex as he works out, and watch as his face contorts with each rep he does.
I’m about half way through my workout when I notice him head back to the change room. A minute later, he emerges with his gym bag and makes is way to the exit.
It’s now or never, I think, desperately wanting him… wanting him badly enough, in fact, to stalk him. So I run to the change room, throw all my stuff into my gym bag, and head for the exit.
He’s about a block ahead of me, and I easily catch up with him. I’m out of breath when he turns back and notices I am following him.
“It’s you again!” he says.
“I… I think you’re really really hot,” I blurt out.
“My apartment is just around the corner. Care to join me?” he says, smiling at me.
My cock springs to attention again as I eagerly nod.
His apartment is small, brightly lit and the walls are covered with full length mirrors. Almost instantly, he pulls all of my clothes off. My cock, completely free of my jockstrap, rages upwards and outward. He peels off his clothes, and I marvel at how big and hairy he is.
“God, you’re sooo hot,” is all I can say.
Our hands roam all over each others bodies. We both have identical skin tones, but the hair coating his body makes him look much darker than me. He likes how smooth I am, and, relative to him, how small and tight my body is. His hands pay extra attention to my smooth abs, and my pubic area, which is trimmed so close it’s practically shaved. He loves the feel of my smooth balls, and my virtually hairless legs. His big, hairy hands look animal-like in comparison to my smooth, muscled quads and thighs. I almost cum when I feel his hands on my ass, spreading my ass cheeks apart and grazing my asshole.
“No hair at all… no tattoes, nothing. Like the day you were born,” he whispers huskily into my ear.
My hands explore the muscles that cover his body from head to toe. His thick, bull-like neck, his huge shoulders and biceps, which were about as big as my thighs, the beautiful dragon on his left arm, and the swirls and swirls of hair. His nipples are bright and pink and dollar-size. I reach down and suck on them. He is so big I feel like an infant.
I get down on my knees and take his large, erect cock into my mouth. I inhale his musky, freshly-worked-out male aroma. I’m delirious as I taste the saltiness of his precum deep at the back of my mouth.
He lifts me up onto his lap. As I sit on his lap, we kiss, and our cocks rub up against each other. The feel of all those tiny, curly hairs tickling my smooth torso is driving me over the edge.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” he says, standing up.
I like on the bed on my back, and he gets on top of me, supporting his own weight so as not to crush me. I circle my arms and legs around him, feeling small and helpless. Tiny, in fact, and allow him to be completely in charge.
I feel the cool sensation of lube being rubbed on my sensitive, smooth perineum and asshole. I shudder with pleasure.
He dry humps me, teasing me, his pubic hair tickling my balls and inner thighs with each stroke.
“Fuck me. Please,” I beg, unable to stand it any longer.
And he fucks me. I watch him on top of me, directly, and through the mirrors surrounding us. His dark, hairy, mountainous body moves rhythmically over my smooth, slender one. I look down and take in the visual of our bodies… his hairy and mine smooth, joined at our groins. His engorged cock lodged deep inside me, nothing separating us except the thinnest possible sheath of protection stretched over it as he thrusts in and out of me.
My orgasm comes quickly. I don’t even touch myself, I just unload my cum onto my chest and abs. I watch passively as long, ropy squirt after squirt of my jizz emerges from my cock. My mouth goes dry, and I feel light-headed. And my body is completely jelly-like.
Then he cums. My orgasm was a non-event compared to his. His face contorts… in the same way it did when he was lifting weights. With a deep growl, he whips his cock out of me, pulls off his rubber, and shoots his cum all over me. The first shot lands on my face, the next few on my chest, stomach and cock, mingling with mine. I watch as he holds his cock in his hand, not stroking it, but just aiming it, like a rifle, in my direction.
I am completely covered with both his and my ejaculate. It feels warm and sticky between us, as he gets on top of me, and rolls us both over, so I am lying on top of him.
He strokes my back slowly as I lay there, unable to move, basking in the glow of our fuck session.
“Leave me your number. I could use a hot little fucker like you,” he says as I’m putting my clothes back on.
With pleasure, I think, eagerly writing it down on a notepad. I could use being used by a stud like you too.
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-- Andrew J
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