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The UFC Guy

My brother is seven years younger than me.  He wasn’t into sport as much but played a bit of footy.  His best friend, James, was into Muay Thai boxing and eventually drifted into UFC. Back when I used to see him around regularly as a teenager, he was always super fit.  He used to get all shy and bashful around me, and I could never figure it out, until one night 5 years later when I bumped into him and his girlfriend in a club.  

“Bomber.  Fuck mate!  Funny as bumping into you here”.  We were in a “mixed” club that had relaxed views about sexuality.  Mainly a hunting ground for straights boys looking for a lesbian that might still be on the fence.  

‘Jim!  Fuck.  Look at you mate!”  

James (I called him Jim) was covered in ink and had fucking muscled up.  He had the classic UFC body.  Not an ounce of fate on him and the best-looking upper body, and an ass I would walk over glass for.  Turns out I didn’t need to do that.  

We caught up chatting and I found out that him and my brother had a bit of a falling out.  Over what I didn’t ask.  My brother was hard work at times, so I wasn’t surprised.  I think someone told him (my brother) I liked sucking cock, and I don’t think he was too accepting of that.  Regardless, it was nice seeing Jim.  We hung out all night and then it was time to go home.  

“Mate, what are you guys gonna do after this?  I’m still a bit buzzed seeing you and wanted to hang a bit more”  

Azza was out with me and I said to Jim we were just going to hang out at my place.  So, I gave him the address and said I would meet him there.  About 30 minutes after getting home, Jim turned up, without his girlfriend.  Turns out he had sent her home.  I was beginning to see how this was panning out.  A couple of the other boys had come over as well, so we were all having beers and a bit of a recovery session.  

“Hey Bomber.  Mind if I have a shower” Jim asked.  

“Ah yeah, sure mate.  Here, let me get a towel and show you where it is”

I grabbed a towel for him and showed him where the shower was.  Jim started ripping his clothes off in front of me as we still were chatting.  He was standing there in his jocks when he said to me “So great to see you man.  Was wondering if I would bump into you in that place”  

“Why’s that” I asked.

“Well, you kinda struck me as being a bit open minded, and that club is like that.  Everyone pinging and chilled and all.  You know”

We stood there for a minute looking at each other, with him in his jocks, and me trying my hardest not to look down.  The silence was broken when Jim asked, “Can I kiss you bomber?”

I wasn’t surprised.  I had a feeling this was heading that way.

“Brother, I stink of beer and shit.  Dunno if you…..”  

Jim grabbed the back of my head and we had the biggest sexiest, deep kiss.

“Where’s this going?”  I asked.  

Jim slipped his jocks off and got into the shower, and I got a good look at his ass, and it was even better naked.  

“Dunno.  How about you send those other guys home and we see.”  

It took me two minutes to kick all the guys out of my house.  Azza was a bit surprised and asked “What’s going on bomber?  You and that guy gonna get it on?”  Azza was pretty sharp with the details sometime.  

“Not sure mate.  Maybe.  Why?”

“Because if you are……I wanna stay.  Maybe, even, join in.”  

Ok, now everything was getting way too fuck off weird.  My brothers’ best mate, Mr. UFC, is naked in my shower.  Azza wants a piece of the action.  I took a long swig of my beer and said to Azza “you sure mate.  Like, I don’t even know where this is going”  

“Fair enough.  How about we strip off, jump onto your bed, put some porn on and have a tug, and see where this fella wants to take this”

“Um.  Yeah ok.”  How could I argue with that?  It’s not like Azza and I hadn’t done that together before.  

I heard the shower turn off and a naked Jim appeared in my doorway and gave both Azza and I a look up and down as we sat there having a tug together.  He smiled and said, “Mind if a jump in the middle boys?”.  Jim’s cock was nice.  Not super long, just a big fat uncut cock that was already drooling a bit.  It got fatter as he got harder.  All three of us sitting on the bed, kinda watching porn, but really eyeing each other’s wanking style.  It was at that point Jim reached over and started tugging my cock, and then said to me “You got any lube mate?”  

“Um yeah sure.  Let me get some” I found my stash and handed it to him.  He grabbed it and started lubing up his ass.  All over the hole and two fingers inside.  Azza and I were watching him thinking maybe he was one of these guys that liked to play with his button when he’s wanking.  Then Jim put his legs in the air and said to me “Come and fuck me bomber”.  Get. Fucked.  Azza said later the look on my face was priceless.  Like I just won lotto.  

“Um.  Yeah alright.  I’ll grab a rubber.”  I needed it not only for the safe sex perspective, but to slow me down, because I knew I wasn’t gonna last a minute fucking his ass.  Man, it was perfection.  Pure muscle.

I put the rubber on and lined up my dick and slowly slid it into him.  It was so tight, and I know that’s a cliché, but it was.  The resistance was insane.  I assumed he hadn’t done this too much, so I started off slow.  But Jim had other ideas.  He pushed his ass up towards me, grabbed my ass, and looked straight into my eyes and said “Fuck me hard.  Fuck me so hard”.  I started pounding him like a man possessed.  He threw his head back and made this animalistic groan.  It came from nowhere, and I’ve never heard anything quite like it.  All the while he was tugging on Azza’s cock, and Azza was enjoying the show.  We fucked like that for a while and then we switched it up and Jim got in a doggy position and started sucking Azza’s cock while I absolutely punished his ass, and Jim moaned for more.  Harder. Deeper. Faster.  I have no idea how I lasted 5 minutes, but then Jim told me to take the condom off.  

“Mate, I dunno if I will last long like that” I said

Jim had been jacking his cock while I was fucking him, and he said he didn’t think he would get over the line, but to just fuck him and cum when I was ready.  

“It’s ok bomber.  I think if you breed me, I’ll be able to shoot”

I took the condom off and slowly slid back into his ass, and my brain went into cum mode.  I could feel my legs tighten, nads draw up and ass cheeks clench.  I was like 3 minutes away from blast off.  I managed to get a dozen good strokes in, and then I started to cum.  It was one of the most intense orgasms I have had in ages.  Balls deep in this guy and shot after shot landing in him with my hands holding his gorgeous ass, looking at his back muscles rippling with each pump.  Clearly that’s what he needed, because he started to dump the biggest load all over the bed.  For someone who didn’t think he would get over the line, he made an impressive mess.  Jim had stopped sucking Azza’s cock when he started to cum, and Azza’s was jerking off watching all this, and he blew all over his guts and chest.  The room smelt like cum.  It was everywhere.  We all collapsed on the bed and actually fell asleep.  I woke up next to Azza and Jim had gone home and left a note for me.  

“Thanks for helping me live out my teenage fantasy.  It was as good as I had imagined all those times I had a wank over you.  Hope we can do it again sometime.  Jim.”  

I crossed paths with Jim at a music festival and he was with some mates.  He was really stand offish, and I figured that was because his mates were around.  I just smiled at him and disappeared into the crowd.  I never saw him again.  And in a way I’m glad.  Sometimes, you can’t improve on what was perfect, for all of us.  

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