Fun With Chris

 

The First Time

Chris moved in across the hall from me a couple years ago and the first time I saw him I got boned.  The first time we met and spoke I damn near came in my fucking shorts!

 

The man just oozes testosterone!  He’s pretty short, just a couple inches taller than me at about 5’9”, but he’s thickly muscled with a deep masculine voice that sounds like it originates in his balls.  When we shook hands, his big calloused meaty paw enveloped mine and I almost swooned.  I’m a sucker for a firm handshake…at least in my dreams…LOL!  His thick build and the roughness of his palm and strength of his grip foretold of his work as a laborer.  We exchanged names…Chris he said.  As his key was already in the lock, the encounter was over in seconds with a quick, “See ya.”

 

I felt like a stalker.  Maybe to some extent I was.  I noted when his car was in the lot and when it wasn’t  I lived for catching sight of him when walking my dog.  He seemed to work crazy hours.  One brief meeting gave me the opportunity to ask, and he said he worked with asphalt.  Therefore his shifts were constantly changing.  

 

Time went by with the occasional, “Hey, how’s it going?”  There was a particularly long stretch of not seeing him, and I found myself actually concerned.  I ran into him again as he was coming home, and I mentioned I hadn’t seen him around.  He said he had been spending most of his time with his girlfriend, but they just broke up.  

 

I’m a shy, inhibited guy if you haven’t gotten that impression already, so it was like an out of body experience when I heard myself say…outloud…”Well, if you ever need a release…blow off some pent up sexual frustration, I can help you out.”

 

My heart immediately started racing like crazy as I prepared myself to be punched in the face.  Instead, he raised his eyebrows, cocked his head to the side, “Really?”  I seized the insane opportunity and moved in close to speak in a lowered voice, “Yeah…just throw on some of your favorite porn, kick back, and let me do the rest.”

 

His key had been out since we started speaking, but hadn’t moved, and was still frozen in place in front of the lock as he was thinking.  Just a couple seconds passed like a couple hours before he slowly inserted the key into the lock like it was his cock fucking my throat.  “Come in.”

 

His place looked like the classic straight man’s bachelor pad to me.  It was sparsely furnished with just the essentials in the living room:  Large flat screen TV on small stand with shelves for the cable box and a game console, a large over-stuffed leather chair, a beat up sofa, and a couple tables.  The sofa was littered with discarded workout clothes, and there were some porn magazines and mail tossed on the tables.  

 

He seemed a little nervous, and I was feeling more bold.  He apologized for the mess and started to tidy things up.  I told him not to worry about it and asked him if the leather chair was a good spot for him.  He agreed, and moved a TV tray with some dirty dishes to the side.  I told him to pop in a DVD, drop his pants, and kick back.

 

I was impressed by how easily I was able to totally tune out the “noise” of the straight porn in the background and focus on the task at hand.  I was even more impressed with what was in front of me.  We didn’t discuss age, but he struck me as late 20’s, maybe early 30’s, so I wasn’t surprised to see he’s uncut.  Being a bit older, I was more used to fellow circumcised men.  Suddenly my preferences were evolving.  While still soft, his cock was average thickness, but stretched several inches with the head resting on the seat of the chair.  The piss slit was right on the seat, so the length was all cock with no help from excess foreskin.  I thought if he’s a grower as well as a shower, I had a challenge ahead of me!  His ample cock rested on a pair of balls that were obviously low hangers, being held up by the chair.  Framing this perfect display of manhood was a thick pair of muscular thighs.  This man sure as hell didn’t miss or even skimp on leg day!

 

I placed my hands on his muscular quads and moved in for a close look…and a close smell.  I’m a stickler for good hygiene, and was greeted with heady masculine musk that was enough to get me high.  I moved in to nuzzle his cock and balls, and his shifting of his weight told me he was eager for the main event. 

 

Keeping my hands on his thighs, I used just my lips and tongue to reach out and introduce myself to his cock head.  The twitching of his leg muscles and the rolling of his balls told me he was definitely a willing subject!  

 

I started to use suction to draw his cock head into my mouth, and crept my lips down the shaft to take in more of his length.  I didn’t have to work too hard, because apparently this straight boy likes a good blow job.  He is indeed a bit of a grower, but more in length then girth.  My saliva started to flow naturally, so I started sucking.  

 

I started off slowly, stroking just an inch or two with my mouth and gradually increasing the length of my strokes while keeping the speed slow and the suction moderate.  I was really loving the feel of his cock growing and hardening in my mouth.  I could hear his breathing deepen.  That was nice, but I wanted to hear moans.  So once he was fully hard, I started increasing the cadence and suction of my suck.  Fully erect, his cockhead was pressing against the opening of my throat with still a couple of inches to go before my lips reached his balls.  Perfect!

 

I started pulling all the way back just about releasing his head before taking it in just far enough to tickle my gullet, teasing him with the potential of a deep throat.  He quads start flexing as he tried to take control with his thrusting, but I wouldn’t have it and pulled back.  

 

I wanted another visual, so I released his dick from my mouth and just took in its magnificence glistening with my spit.  He was clearly frustrated and eager for more as his blood engorged cock throbbed and pulsed with need. A strand of precum dangled from his piss slit, threatening to reach down to the cushion.

 

Ok…still controlling him a bit with my hands firmly on his thighs, I gave him what he wanted and took him into my mouth again, savoring the precum before it got wasted on the chair.  This time in one continuous stroke I headed straight for his pubic hair, opened my throat, and swallowed him as deep he could go.  “Ohhhhh, FUCK!!!!!” 

 

Yup…I got the moan I was after, and playtime was over.  I got to work, establishing a steady cadence of long, deep strokes…savoring the entire 8 inches of his magnificent cock.  Now he was leaking like a faucet feeding me a steady supply of juice.  His breathing was getting deeper, with every exhale a “Fuck!”  

 

He started assuming some control, holding my head in place as he fucked my throat with a steady pounding.  I released my hands from his thighs and took the liberty to feel up his incredible body.  He’s not totally ripped like a fitness model…he’s better.  He’s beefy thick, muscles hard and responsive…twitching and flexing to my touch.  I felt his solid abs ripple under my hands as I reached up and grabbed a hold of his thick pecs.  I groped his muscled chest as he continued to throat fuck me.  However, before I resumed control, I needed to grab ahold of his guns.  Damn…if my mouth wasn’t full it would have been my turn to yell, “FUCK!”  His muscles firm from gripping me, my hand barely covered just his bicep, thumb and finger not even reaching his tri’s.  I was able to pull off his cock to order, “Take off your shirt and flex!” He obliged with one swift motion pulling off his t-shirt before proudly displaying a front double biceps flex to die for, and I took over again.

 

I told him to lace his fingers behind his head, elbows out, and to stay that way.  I then started using both fists to stroke his dick with some dives sucking it in again.  I pried his iron hard cock away from his abs, forming a twisted tube with my fist and lengthed my strokes even more using my hand down to my throat.  I looked up to take in the mouth-watering view, and apparently the straight porn had lost its charm as he was more fixated on the sight of his cock being worshiped.

 

He was getting too close and I had totally forgotten about that man sack of balls that held the ultimate reward I was after.  

 

First I took each in my mouth, rolling them around bathing them gently with my tongue and lathering them with my spit.  Then I pulled off using my thumb and forefinger as a cock ring, stretching the skin taut, and licking them.  

 

He enjoyed the ball play, but definitely wanted more sucking action, so I obliged.  This time cupping his balls with my left while stroke sucking him with my right hand.  This allowed me to me just his excitement, so I was able to bring him to the edge before pulling off briefly for some more muscle groping and ball play.  

 

His moaning and whining started sounding frustrated, so I decided to be nice.  Plus I didn’t want my jaw to cramp!  So I took him down my throat again and wrapped my hands around to his butt cheeks.  This was his clue to again hold my head in place while he returned to a relentless pounding of my throat.

 

His groans grew louder as he became unable to even articulate, “FUCK!”  He was finally able to shout, “Cumming!!!” I was able to keep him from thrusting his cock all the way in so that I was able to taste his salty cum and feel his ejaculating cock pulse on my tongue. I continued to swallow while gently massaging his dick with my tongue as his orgasm subsided.

 

His dick started to soften, and expecting him to be sensitive post-orgasm, I pulled off gently and looked up.  His head was thrown back and he was staring at the ceiling as his breathing continued to normalize.  He looked back down and made eye contact.

 

“Damn!  That was the MOST incredible climax ever…seriously!  I never came like that before!”

 

I started to get up, wipe my mouth and straighten myself up before seeing myself out, when he told me to wait.

 

“That was so incredible, I feel bad you didn’t get off, too.”  

 

Fuck…THAT reaction was unexpected!

 

“Hey man, it’s cool.  Giving you pleasure like that gave ME pleasure.”

 

“Yeah, but you should cum to.  I’m not gay or anything, but maybe I could at least jerk you in return.  Looks like you could use it.”

 

I damn near came right then and there.  I was so focused on him, his cock, his muscles, getting him off that I now became aware of a massive wet spot in my jeans from my cock leaking.  I also became very aware of my own cock throbbing angrily in its tight confines.  

 

“Come on bud, I got some lotion here.  Drop your pants and sit on the sofa.”

 

I couldn’t believe my luck!  Blowing Chris had been a fantasy come true.  I never even went so far as to imagine any sort of reciprocation.  So I took off shoes, pants, and shorts and sat nervously on his couch.  My hard on even started to subside a little.  

 

Still naked himself, he sat beside me on the couch, and bathed his right hand with some lotion.  He seem actually disappointed, “Oh, you’re not interested?”

 

“Oh, no…VERY interested!  Would you get in front of me and flex while you stroke me?”  He moved off the couch, I spread my legs, and knelt in front of me.  I instantly returned to full erection as he reached out with his right hand and flexed his left bicep.  

 

I don’t know how I kept from shooting when his meaty fist wrapped around my cock.  Let alone reaching out with both my hands to take in the glory of the baseball underneath the skin of his left arm.  That’s really what it felt like!  Hard as a baseball, warm, responsive. I started moaning and thrusting into his fist, and he seemed to be getting off on turning me on, and decided to put on a show flexing his triceps and pecs as well.  But he’s smart…he knew what the money shot was, so stretched out his arm straight, then flexed it in tight.  Even without being bodybuilder ripped, he started sporting some vascularity in his forearms and biceps.  He knew some about posing, because he started twisting his wrist which impacted the shape of his blood engorged muscles.

 

That was it.  I started to scream as I shot rope after rope of cum.  Most of it smacked me in the face…first time that happened for me in a while since I’m old enough to be Chris’ father, and some on the couch.  My shirt was still on, so it was cum stained as well.  

 

I started to apologize for splattering on the couch as he was reaching for a discarded gym shirt.  He just laughed as he wiped his hand and the couch.  Obviously, it wasn’t the first cum stain on that couch. 

 

I started putting on my pants as he just grabbed a handy pair of shorts.  “Look Chris, I hope this doesn’t make you feel too awkward.  Anytime you want a repeat, I’m available, but if not…that’s cool, I understand.”

 

“Hey man, no worries.  Used to have circle jerks with a couple buds when I was a kid.  A couple times we traded.  No big deal.”

 

“Cool,”  I said as leaving to cross the hall to my place, “Later!”

The Challenge

As time went by we got together a couple more times.  With his crazy shift hours, those times were pretty infrequent, but every now and then our paths would cross, we’d make eye contact, and he’d raise his eyebrows in a questioning look and nudge his head in the direction of his place.  Heheheh…it didn’t matter what I was in the midst of doing…I could make time to suck that stud cock!

 

The next couple of times we were more familiar and got to business.  He’d get a couple beers from his fridge, get naked, and kick back on the couch with his legs spread, guzzling his beer.  I was pretty flattered that he didn’t feel like he needed the porn…that my mouth and throat were enough to get him off!  

 

I was no longer in any way tentative.  I took control of his cock and balls and used every technique I knew to give him pleasure…hell, even some I didn’t know!  LOL!  I paid close attention to his reactions and learned to anticipate when he was getting close.  I used that information to edge him mercilessly!  I can’t tell you the rush it gives me to have that muscle man beg for release!  I swear I could cum myself feeling his cock explode in my throat and hearing his screams of pleasure!

 

Ever the gentleman, he always made sure I got off, too.  He really seemed to enjoy the impact his flexing had on me.  I’d get up on his lap and wrap my legs around him.  We’d switch off…he’d jack me off while I worshiped his flexing muscles.  Then I’d stroke myself to free his hand to tease me with a mouth watering double-biceps flex.  That was usually the money shot that would get me off.  He didn’t mind…even took pride when my orgasm would be so intense my cum would splatter his upper chest and sometimes even his chin!

 

One afternoon, we crossed paths in the parking lot as he was coming home and I was heading out for some errand.  I had treated myself to a nice luxury car a month prior, and he was admiring my new wheels.  We talked about cars for a while, with me bragging about all the bells and whistles that came standard with the vehicle.  

 

“Wanna go for a ride? I asked.

 

“Fuck, yeah!” was the immediate reply.

 

We drove around for a bit, enough to show him some of the features.  I asked if he would mind if we stopped off at my storage locker to pick up some stuff I needed.  He said that was no problem.  We got to the locker and I lifted the gate.  Inside is a bunch of holiday decorations, some other stuff I don’t have room for in the condo, and my camping gear.

 

He noticed the gear and asked if I camped still.  Having sucked his dick a half dozen times or so, there was no reason for me to hold anything back, so I admitted I hadn’t for a while, but used to frequent a wrestling weekend at a gay campground in Pennsylvania.  Had I mentioned Chris is from Pennsylvania and still has PA plates on his car?

 

‘You wrestle?!? Dude!  Hot!  I wrestled all through high school!”

 

THAT explained his naturally thick muscles, especially his legs!  

 

“Really?  HOT!”

 

“Fuck yeah!  Man, you know I’m from Pennsylvania…wrestling is like a religion in my hometown!  We gotta mix it up…I want you to show me what you got!”

 

BOING! I made no pretense about having to adjust my cock in my pants, and damn if he didn’t do the same…which made me even harder, if possible!

 

It was a short ride home, but still plenty of time for him to share with me some of his high school wrestling accomplishments.  I assured him I had no such experience, and my interest was strictly in the erotic contact.  He said no worries, he’d be happy to teach me some moves.  I don’t know how I kept from cumming in my pants…

 

We got back and went to his place since he has less stuff and more open floor space.  He asked about gear.  We both admitted we didn’t have any anymore, so I suggested just in our shorts.  

 

“Dude, we’re fuck buds now…let’s tangle naked” he said with a wink!

 

I looked at his carpeted floor, and in spite of being turned on out of my mind, I brought up my fear of serious rug burns.  So, between the two of us we got his mattress off his bed and put it on the floor in the middle of his living room.

 

Stripped down naked, we got on the mattress and faced off against each other upright on our knees, erect cocks like swords, ready for battle!  We dove for each other at the same time and hit each other hard.  This may be play, but for both of us this was serious play.  

 

His advanced skills were immediately apparent!  He tossed me around like a rag doll.  It was obvious he would relax to give me an escape, but he consistently praised me with a “Good move!” or other encouragement.  He’d stop, pull back, show me some moves, then we’d get back to it.  I’m a bit older, so I don’t have his stamina, and he was a good judge of his advantage and paced the action to make it last.

 

Like I said, I’m no trained wrestler, so I have no idea what moves he was using on me…not that I really cared.  We were both working up a sweaty lather and our bodies were slick against each other.  I became less interested in gaining an advantage, which was pretty pointless, and more interested in feeling up his hard muscles as they flexed and worked against me.

 

Somehow I found myself in a position where his abs were bare in front of me.  I instinctively gave in to my primary fetish and ripped some solid punches into his wide open gut.  Damn, but it was like punching a brick wall!  I got a couple of surprised grunts as he released himself and we faced off again.

 

“Cheap shot, bud!” he said with a grin, not nearly as angry as his words would imply.

 

“Sorry man, but I gotta be honest with you.  I knew nothing of wrestling…I only went to those wrestling weekends to feed my body punching fetish.”

 

“What?  Really?  So you’re into throwing punches while wrestling, eh?  Like pro?”

 

“Not like pro…more erotic than that…more like what we’ve been doing but with punches mixed in.  Mostly to the gut…and mostly me receiving.”

 

Before I could explain further, he dove at me hard and tackled me.  He wasted no time in getting me in holds so he could pound my abs.  To keep it fun and competitive, I kept my fight up and would wiggle out, and punch at his pecs and abs when given the opportunity.  He actually seemed enjoy that and would purposely expose himself to dare and challenge me.  Since I was packing heat with my punches, he did the same.  

 

Fuck, but he is strong and powerful!  His pec punches would leave welts from his fists on my skin.  But it was his gutpunches that “hit the spot,” so to speak!  His big meaty fists would make solid contact that more often than not force a groan or “Oof!” from me.  After one particularly hard punch that connected with my solar plexus, he seemed to start to pull back a little, like maybe he got carried away.  Instead, I gasped, “Harder!” to encourage him to keep going.

 

And he obliged.  He was all over me and I was basically spent.  Totally winded and basically without the strength to put up much more of a fight, I was his willing victim.  He got me in a hold I’ll never forget.  He was stretched out on my right, with my right arm pinned under his muscular torso, his right thigh was under the small of my back giving an arch to my midsection and his right leg was over my legs, basically scissoring me immobile.  To top it off, he grabbed my left wrist in his left hand, and maneuvered his left bicep under my head like a pillow so I could witness what was to come.

 

Pinned motionless, totally at his mercy, I became his personal punching bag.  With his available right arm poised high, he’d roll towards me using the momentum and his power to drive his meaty fist into my wide open gut like a battering ram.  Over and over he’d drive his fist hard and deep into my abs.  At times his focus would be on his aim, other times he’d make eye contact with me, making sure he wasn’t hurting me or going too far.  I told him not to hold back…that I’d let him know if he was getting too rough.

 

That was all the permission he needed to attack my gut with his fist with the precision of a surgeon with a scalpel.  He knew what he was doing.  He would aim a punch solidly into my solar plexus to briefly paralyze my breathing, then quickly attack my unflexed abs directly above my navel…right in the pit.

 

My squirming and moaning of combined pain and pleasure directed his attention to my cock dripping a steady stream of precum.

 

“Hmmm…what have we here?  Looks like you’re really enjoying this, bud!”

 

With that, he started stroking my cock to give my abs a chance to recover between rounds of punches.  

 

OH MY FUCKING GOD!

 

I didn’t know I could be so turned on!  I became a whimpering mess, begging him to let me cum!

 

“Heheheh…two can play this edging game, my friend!”  

 

He decided it was time to finish me off, so rolled his body towards mine while punching down into my arched gut with full force.  The force of the punches radiated through my body, and I was powerless to double and protect myself.  Gasping for breath, I felt him stroke my cock once…twice…

 

“AAAAHHHHHH…FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!”

 

It felt like all of my insides were exploding from my cock!  My jizz landed clear over my head someplace.  Chris had at some point during my orgasm released me and was thrusting his engorged cock against my groin in a frottage.  With a mighty yell, he shot his load between us.  He rested his full weight on my prone, spent body, pinning both my hands over my head with firm grips on my wrists, still helplessly under his complete control.  He continued to rub against me, mixing our juices of sweat and cum, posed his face over mine and looked directly in my eyes, and informed me, without argument,

 

“I OWN YOU.”