Up until I was 25, I would have considered myself an average, albeit very
horny, heterosexual man. I did fairly well with women. Not the type to
get tied down, I fucked frail girls with low self-esteem. I was never
attracted to those uber-hot bombshells you see in girlie magazines. They
always seemed like they were “too much” for me. But give me a plain-Jane
looking chick who hasn’t been fucked in months and I was satisfied.
See, I was never turned on by just girls. What did it for me was the
actual act of fucking them. And what turned me on even more than fucking
them myself was watching another guy go at it. Yes, at that time, nothing
turned me on more than watching some well-endowed stud plow the fuck out of
whatever girl I was seeing. It’s weird, I know and borders on being kind
of gay.
In fact, one time I was so turned on while watching this guy fuck my
girlfriend that I jerked off on him. Fixated on his plump cock slamming in
and out of her pussy, I went up to them and jizzed a copious amount of
sperm onto his dick as he fucked her. Of course, he freaked out and
stopped immediately with all the gay accusations I was expecting, but still
it was on of the hottest experiences I had to share… (next to the
following events, of course.)
I was seeing this girl, Irene, who admittedly wasn’t the most beautiful
thing in the world. But she was a slut, which I respected, and would let
me watch her fuck other guys. Actually, of anyone I’d ever dated, she was
the most comfortable with my fetish.
Anyway, we decided to join a small gym in our neighborhood. It had a pool
and descent weight training facilities but wasn’t as well-known as some of
the larger gyms so its clientele was rather small. This I didn’t mind as I
was one of the better built guys that went. That is, up until I noticed
this one guy. Actually, my “girlfriend” is who noticed him first. We were
in the pool when she grabbed me to get my attention.
“Shit, look at that guy,” she said referring to the svelte man in the
speedo shorts that might as well have been invisible. “He’s the hottest
thing in here!”
“What about me?” I asked.
“You’re the second hottest, Jake. Look at him!”
I had to admit, he was amazing. And though I was never attracted to other
men, I could admit when another one was good-looking.
“Check out his cock in the shower,” Irene said. “Maybe we’ve found our
next victim!”
The guy had a healthy bulge, that was for sure. It was obvious he was
packing something special down there. So when he was done with his laps, I
subtly followed him to the showers and I literally couldn’t believe what I
saw. When he peeled his swimsuit off, the longest, thickest, most
awe-inspiring, uncut masterpiece flopped out. It was utterly ridiculous
how big that thing was– and I wasn’t the only one who noticed. Everyone
that came into the locker room and saw it either did a double take or
stared at it. But the guy didn’t even seem to notice.
Time went on and Irene and I started going to the gym at different times
than I would as our work schedules changed. Still, she pestered me to talk
to the hot, hung, hunk and get him in on our wild sex life. But I didn’t
know how to approach him without seeming fruity. I mean, the only time we
were ever in a close enough vicinity to have such a private conversation
was in the shower when we were both naked. It was a delicate situation
indeed.
One morning, I went to discover the place was virtually empty. I would
find out, such was the case every morning at this gym. It was empty, save
for the hot guy. And so, since we were the only two in the shower, I
somehow felt more comfortable. I stared at this guy’s healthy tool out of
the corner of my eye while I pretended to be washing the chlorine off my
body. All I could think about was what it must look like hard and how
fucking amazing it would be to see it wrecking some chick’s insides.
Suddenly he turned around and smirked as he looked down to see my dick rock
hard, pointing up to the ceiling.
“Is there a problem, guy?” he said with that charming smile still on his
face.
“Fuck!” I said embarrassed that I’d caught a hard-on and turned around,
covering it up with my hands.
The guy snickered a little. “Dude, you can look. There’s no one else
here.”
I tried to gain my composure and come up with something to say. It was
hard to concentrate though, as my cock was throbbing. I turned around to
see that he was only a step away from me and that his dick was growing.
“Jesus,” I said nervously laughing. “Sorry, man. Just thinking about that
thing fucking my girlfriend got me all horny.”
Staring at me with his perfectly chiseled face he responded, “Oh, is that
what you’re into?”
“Fuck yeah. In fact, she’s been bugging me to ask you for a threesome.”
“Is that so?” he said, looking down at my boner. “Well, I’m not into
that.” Then he grabbed my prick and began jerking it off. “I’d rather
fuck you.”
“Whoa,” I told him as he took my hand and placed it on his thick semi-hard
monster. “I’m not gay!”
“Hmmm. Ya coulda fooled me,” he said smirking as I felt his dick reach its
full potential in my hand. It was so thick, I could barely get my hand
around it and it jutted out so as to poke me in my stomach. He took his
free hand and used it to move my hand up and down his shaft. Before long,
we were jerking each other off at a fast, fervent pace. Then, while still
wanking my stiffie, with his other hand, he took a finger and rammed it up
my asshole.
“Fuck!” I yelled as he poked and prodded away, eventually finding my
prostate and causing me to spew ejaculate all over both of us like a
fountain. As I struggled to regain my balance, he finished himself off,
two handed, and pumped about a quart of spunk onto me.
I fell back against the wall of the shower, so woozy that I didn’t even
hear that there was another person in the locker room. By the time he came
into the shower, the big-dick guy was far enough away from me that nothing
looked suspicious. Before leaving, he turned to me said, “The name’s
Chuck, by the way, guy.”
I answered back, still a little light-headed. “Oh, I’m Jake.”
“Well, I’ll see ya around, Jake,” he said as he left the shower.
I continued washing the come off my body when I heard the other guy who had
just come in say, “Geeze, did ya see the schlong on that guy?”
“Oh yeah,” I thought to myself.
It was a while before I’d go back to the pool. Of course, I did not tell
Irene what happened. I did, however, tell her that I thought the guy was
gay and that he probably wouldn’t be willing to have a threesome with us.
She was disappointed but it didn’t take long for her to forget about him.
Me, on the other hand, was a different story. All I could think about was
Chuck and his big schlong and how intense that orgasm was. I mean, I’d
played with my butt before, but could never do anything that felt that
good. I was also pretty disturbed that I was now, for the first time,
having full-fledged fantasies about another guy. It was weird because I
looked at some gay porn sites and even downloaded a few gay sex clips and
wasn’t turned on by them at all. But the slightest thought of Chuck made
me rock hard and horny enough to fuck all night.
I finally went back to the gym one evening and found Chuck in the weight
room. I noticed, he was having that “look-at-me-I’m-hot-as-fuck” effect on
everyone there– women and men alike. Even though people were trying to go
about their business, I could tell, all eyes were on him. When he spotted
me, he called me out from across the room.
“Hey, Jake! Where ya been?”
I walked over to him. He was on a bench doing an exercise with a couple of
free weights. “Where have you been?” he said again, in a more intimate tone.
“Last time sorta freaked me out,” I said to him.
“But you liked it, right?”
‘Yeah,” I reluctantly told him. “But I’m not fruity.”
Chuck laughed. “Ever hear that saying, a man knows best how to pleasure
another man?”
“Yeah, that’s the bull shit gay guys use to try and recruit straight guys.”
Chuck laughed again and got up from his bench. He looked me in the eye.
“Hey, either try it now or forever wonder what it could’ve been like.” He
then walked out of the weight room. Of course, I followed, making up my
mind, then and there, that I’d do something “gay” with Chuck that night.
On the way back to his place, I found out a little more about him. I found
it hard to believe that such a stud had never had sex with a woman, not
even as a teenager. He said he always knew he was only into men. He also
told me that most of the guys he’d had sex with in the past were straight.
Chuck’s theory on sexuality was that everyone was at least bi to some
degree.
Chuck treated me like I treated women I’d fucked in the past. He threw me
on his bed and violently stripped off my clothes. He kissed me in a rough,
aggressive way, only like a man can. Then he sucked my nipples, like I’d
done before with women. I never knew men’s nipples could be as sensitive
as a woman’s until then. Clutching the bed clothes, I writhed and grunted
as he tongued my tits. The next thing he did really startled me. He threw
my legs in the air and proceeded to lap away at my butt. At first it was
my whole ass, then just my asshole. He sloppily licked it like I used to
lick pussy whenever I wanted it wet enough to ram my cock into it. The
sensation was incredible. I was so loose that I demanded he stick his
finger in there. He obliged by putting two fingers in, causing me to emit
more pre-cum which had already coated my belly. Then he put his mouth on
my cock, engulfing it to the hilt. Convulsing, I could have come if he
hadn’t stopped right away. He then positioned himself in a sort of 69
position so that he was still finger fucking me but his fat penis was in my
face. I stared at it as liquid dripped from it onto my lips.
He took his fingers out of my ass and looked at me, almost disgruntled.
“Suck my fucking dick, man!” he ordered as if he’d asked me several times
already. But before I could even lift my head up to catch it, he’d already
shoved it into my mouth. God, it was so much fucking dick meat, I could do
nothing but worship it. I sucked it like I liked mine sucked but could not
even get halfway down on it. Jerking off what I couldn’t get into my
mouth, I played with his foreskin with my tongue. He moaned at that and
rammed his fingers back into my hole. His finger-fucking was so good, I
was probably loose enough to take his entire pole into the hilt. I let him
know what a good job he was doing by taking more of his dick into my mouth.
He pumped it deeper and deeper until I gagged. He then pulled out and
squirted his seed all over my face, simultaneously jerking me off, finding
my ass g-spot with his fingers and probing it fiercely until I too came.
Covered from head to abdomen with our thick, sticky juices, I laid back,
only now thinking that I’d should have been at Irene’s hours ago. And then
it occurred to me, there was no possible way I’d ever have an orgasm like
that with her or any other woman. Thusly, the doors of gay sex had finally
opened themselves to me– and though it still turns me on to fuck a chick
or watch another guy fuck a chick, I can’t imagine not being fucked myself,
either before or after.
The End
