“Taste it.” Lovingly, so lovingly, I shoved that pink fabric behind his lips. “I'll bet you wish my dick was in your mouth, instead.”
Tyler nodded. I rose up on my toes, pushed his head lower and ground my cock against his face. He gripped my ass in both hands and nuzzled my balls. I pulled up my shaft to give him better access.
“Suck me, suck my dick.”
He spit out the jock, then used his mouth on my sac, and the warm, wet sensation made my head spin. I rested my back against the wall and watched him work. He spent a lot of time working over my testicles, sucking and licking each one until saliva was dripping down my thighs.
“Tasty little fucker.”
“Yeah, keep calling me that. I like when you call me that.”
The moment was surreal. Tyler Monroe, on his knees, deep-throating me while he fondled my balls. I watched in amazement as my shaft slid in and out of his mouth; the surface grew wet and glossy, the head practically purple. But it was the sight of those dark eyes staring up at me that put me over the edge.
“That feels so good, I'm not going to last.”
I expected him to pull away, but he kept me tight in his mouth and swallowed every drop, then licked the head clean. He smiled at me while my cock throbbed against his cheek.
“You ready to try a bite of mine?”
“No. I want you to fuck me.”
He stood up and stared into my eyes. “You sure?”
“Yeah, I want it.” I inhaled sharply. “I want your cock in my ass.”
“I've wanted to fuck you for so goddamn long.”
I couldn't help myself, he was leaning in so close, I had to kiss him. He not only kissed me back, he fucked the inside of my mouth with his tongue. We made out like teenagers, with groping hands, heavy breathing and soft moans. When we finally came up for air, he put the tip of his finger in my mouth, then teased my asshole with it.
“I want you so fucking bad. Are you ready for me?”
My coworker, Lewis, kept condoms and lube in an old Superman lunchbox he kept hidden inside the storage room. I opened it with trembling hands, then handed a foil packet to Tyler. He reached in the box and picked up the bottle.
“We'll need this too. I have a pretty big dick.”
“I know.” I bent over a stack of cardboard boxes and spread my legs wide. “Put it in quick, don't make me wait.”
Tyler stood behind me and kneaded my asscheeks. “I have to get you ready, be patient.”
I was so excited; every muscle in my body was taut enough to snap. Tyler poured some lube on his fingers, then rubbed them over my opening.
“I like it already.”
“Wait until I get inside, I'm going to fuck you so good.”
Just like in my fantasy, one of Tyler's thick fingers worked its way up my ass, gently, slowly. I clenched up at first, but relaxed as he slowly massaged.
“Feels good, doesn't it? Can I try two?”
“I'm ready for your dick.”
“Shh, not yet.” I felt a second finger stretch its way inside. “That's a good little fucker; open that sweet ass for me.”
He whispered in my ear, causing my body to shiver. His lips kissed everywhere, my neck, my shoulder, then slowly down my back until his tongue was dancing over the top of my crack. I winced as he pulled his fingers out, then moaned as he spread me open and massaged my throbbing hole with his tongue.
“Oh, holy hell.”
I laid my cheek against the carton I was leaning on; the cardboard under my mouth became damp as my tongue licked in rhythm with Tyler's. While he lapped at my hole, he used his fingers to massage my taint and balls. I was balanced on the tips of my sneakers, leg muscles burning as I opened them wider to his exploring mouth and fingers. Waves of pleasure rippled up my spine, and I had to bite my thumb to keep from crying out.
“I hope you're ready, I don't think I can wait anymore.”
“Fuck me.”
The words came out as more of a growl. Tyler rubbed the head of his sheathed cock up and down my crack. “You want my dick?”
“Yes, fuck me.”
He pushed the tip against my opening, then stopped. “You want my big fat cock up your tight little hole?”
“Shut up and fuck me already!”
Tyler chuckled. “I just don't want to hurt you, that's all.”
“Is that why you're being such a tease? I'm not scared, put your dick in me.”
“Okay little fucker, you asked for it.” His tone didn't match his words, his voice soft and almost pleading. “Here it comes.”
The intrusion was softer than I expected, more yielding than my vibrator, and definitely warmer. There was a slight sting at first that disappeared the deeper he penetrated. Once he was halfway inside, he exhaled slowly, then rested his head against my shoulder. His tongue licked, his fingers stroked and I was lost in a thousand dizzying sensations.
“It's so tight, do you like it?”
“Fuck yeah.”
“I like it too; damn, you're beautiful.” He pulled the elastic band out of my ponytail and wrapped my hair in his fingers. “Pretty little fucker.”
My heart was throbbing even more than my anus. His sweet words were like magic and I felt myself open up, allowing his full length to slide inside. He began to thrust, tiny movements that caused my cock to harden again.
“That's my good little fucker, swallow me.”
“Fuck me, Tyler, harder.”
“I'm going to make you come again.” He fisted my dick, and stroked firmly while he fucked me, the sound of skin slapping on skin filling the cramped space. “Can I pound you?”
“Yeah, do it. Fuck me raw.”
Bump, bump, bump
. Tyler grabbed my hips and pistoned wildly.
“Little fucker, you feel so good.”
Bump, bump, bump
. My balls felt swollen, and a heat rose up from my lower belly. A slight twinge of discomfort disappeared when he kissed my neck.
“Sweet little fucker, you're making me come.”
“Don't you dare, keep fucking me, don't stop. Don't you fucking stop.”
Bump, bump, bump
. I didn't want any of it to end. Not the blissful sensation of hot friction, not the warmth of his furry chest against my back, not the heavy, plugged-up feeling of his cock inside my ass. I wanted to stay trapped in that moment forever.
“Little fucker, I can'tâ”
“Yes you can, fuck the cum out of me, do it.” He pulled out completely. “What the hell?”
“Shh, I'm going to fuck you so good, tell me when I hit your sweet spot.” He plunged back inside, pushing inch by inch until he hit a place that made me whine. “There?”
“Fuck yeah.” He targeted that small area, rubbing it with the bulbous crown until I almost passed out from sexual euphoria. “Fuck, oh fuck, so good. Uhn. Uhn. Uhn.”
This was followed by a stream of curse words that were forced from my throat while his cock worked over my prostate gland. He didn't just fuck me, he sent me to heaven and before I could try to catch my breath, I was spewing semen everywhere.
“Can I come now, little fucker?”
I groaned a response and the bumping stopped. His dick seemed to get larger inside me, then he buried his face in my hair and growled as he came. When he was finished, he stroked my hips and tried to catch his breath.
“Don't move, stay inside me.”
“I can't move, you have a death grip on my dick.” He tried to pull out but I clenched harder.
“No, stay.”
Tyler rubbed my nipples and nuzzled my ear. “That was the tightest ass I've ever fucked.”
“Was I okay?”
“You were more than okay.”
His dick was still twitching inside me when a knock on the storage room door brought me back to reality.
“Yeah?”
“Billy, are you in there? I need some paper towels for the men's room.”
It was Lewis. My eyes glanced to the Superman lunchbox and I stifled a laugh. “Um, just taking inventory in here, I'll bring some with me when I come out.”
Tyler slowly withdrew, then yanked off the condom and tossed it in a trash can while I cleaned up the puddle I'd left on the floor. “Do you think he knew what we were doing in here?”
“I'm sure. He brings his boyfriend back here all the time.”
Tyler wrapped his towel around his hips. “Can you hear them fucking?”
“Not really.” I pulled my polo shirt over my head, then smiled. “But then again, I try really hard not to.”
“Why?”
“I suppose because I'm slightly jealous.”
I worked my shorts over my sneakers and pulled them up. Tyler picked up my jock from the floor, smiled, then stuffed it into his mouth. I laughed and tried to snatch it back, but he wouldn't let go.
“Like that, huh? Want to keep it?”
He nodded.
STEEL DREAMS
Logan Zachary
A
nd to my son, Thomas Michael Weldon, I bequeath my business, Steel Dreams.” The lawyer looked over his glasses and stared straight at me.
I looked around the small office. Mom wore her designer little black dress. Max Allen wore a flannel shirt and ripped jeans, and Penny May filled her sleek black pants suit. They all glared at me.
What was the problem?
Dad had given me the gym, a small gym. That's all. Why did they want that? Dad always loved when I came down to the gym. Max Allen didn't like it. He had his booze and babes to deal with.
Dad's will didn't say anything about a dollar amount for me. His will gave money to my brother and my sister, while Mom kept the house and the rest of his money.
“Who wants that sweaty, stinky old gym anyway,” Mom said. She rubbed Max Allen and Penny May's backs.
I stood up, walked out and didn't look back.
* * *
I parked my car and walked across the lot to the front door of Steel Dreams. I didn't have the keys yet, so I used the front door. With all of Dad's businesses, he never allowed any family member to have a key to Steel Dreams. I pulled the heavy glass door open, and Jimmy, the front desk guy, smiled as he saw me.
“Thomas, what are you doing here?” he asked. Jimmy Bond had been a three-time bodybuilder world champion, and his body had appeared on many sporting goods ads, equipment and even breakfast cereal. He was a deep brown African American, and his shirt hugged his body like a second skin. His waist was narrow and his thighs bulged, as did his booty.
I could see the outline of his meaty cock inside the sweatpants. Unlike most bodybuilders, he was hung and had trouble covering his junk in a Speedo, especially at competitions. I tried to avoid looking down at his groin, but I couldn't help myself, and my own dick rose in my pants. I had seen Jimmy in the shower many times. I had jacked off to him many times. His huge uncut dick amazed me, and I had only seen it soft.
Jimmy came around the front desk and pulled me into his arms. He hugged me close, smothering my face against his massive chest. I tried to hug him back, but my arms didn't reach all the way around. I inhaled as he held me. Old Spice, manly sweat and Irish Spring soap rose from his warm embrace. I sunk into him and tried to keep my erection from touching him.
Jimmy finally released me and held me at arm's length. “I'm so sorry about your dad. He was a good man.”
A tear formed in my eye and threatened to roll down my face. I blinked hard and squinted my eyes shut. “I came toâ¦I guess, well, Dad gave the gym to me⦔ my voice trailed off.
Jimmy nodded slowly. “His office hasn't been touched since he⦔
“I know, Jimmy. I'm not looking at changing anything, so your job is safe. Don't worry about that.”
“I wasn't worried about that.” He rubbed my shoulder. “I'm here if you need me.”
“Thanks.”
“His office is unlocked. I lock it every night before I go home and unlock it when I get here. That's how he wanted it, and”â he paused for a long secondâ“I'm still doing it.” He motioned to the door on his left.
“No problem,” I said, and forced a smile as I wiped at my eye. The tear rolled over my finger, and I felt something roll down my throat.
“So you inherited the gym. He never told me what his plans were with his businesses. I'm glad it was you he gave it to, because your brother and mother would sell it so fast.” He closed his mouth and bit his lower lip, as if he had said too much. “Just call if you need anything.”
“I know my family all too well.” I smiled. “I'll call if I need anything.” I walked to my dad's office door and slowly turned the knob. How many times had his hand touched that door? I pushed the door open and flipped on the light. As I turned to close the door, Jimmy waved at me.
As soon as the door closed I inhaled deeply, drawing in the smell of Dad: VO5 hair oil and peppermint Life Savers: Dad. I sat at his desk and looked at the half roll of peppermint Life Savers. I guess they didn't work. I remembered buying him the fancy variety pack as a kid at Christmas time, and he always gave me most of the rolls, except for the peppermint ones.
I sat in his chair and let the warm leather cradle me. I closed my eyes and let memories flood over me.
* * *
A knock on the door startled me out of my daydreams.
“Is everything okay, boss?” Jimmy asked, concern filling his voice.
I looked at the clock. How long had I been out? It was after one o'clock. I rose on unsteady legs and opened the door. I forced a smile. “I'm fine. Sorry to scare you.”
“Did you want anything to eat? I was going to run out for lunch.”
My stomach was empty. “I don't want you going out of your way to pick up something for me.”
“I can stop anywhere you want.”
“All I want is a turkey sandwich and a Coke.”
“Done. No one should need me, so you don't have to man the front desk if you don't want. Maybe you would like to take a tour of the gym and see how things have changed. Your dad upgraded a lot of things.”