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imagine in the middle of the night, while he’s away on tour, ashton calls you or facetimes you, begging for you to help him.. this is the result of that
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The usual gang of after work end-of-week drinkers had shrunk down to two, just me and Irvin (not his real name). I didn’t know him all that well, he wasn’t actually from my company, but he was friends with one of my colleagues. I had hung back a bit because … well, because I got a bit of a vibe from him, and because I thought he was attractive.
Irvin had a big chest, (he has a short and broad frame) and I could see the dark brown discs of his nipples through his white work shirt. I could also see that he had quite big nubs, poking up. Those caught my eye. You know I’m a bit of a sucker for nipples.
He’d taken off his tie, undone his collar and rolled up his sleeves, and they clung tightly to his big arms. Looked really hot, with his wrestler’s build. His business pants were also tailored to his ass, which looked big and firm. All of this contrasted quite strongly with his squarish face - his glasses gave him a nerdy look, and he had a geeky look, like his body belonged to someone else.
He’d switched to water, because he needed to drive home. I was finishing off my third glass of wine, so I was pleasantly buzzed.
“Time to make a move,” Irvin said, stood and picked up his things. “Want a lift?”
I agreed, got my stuff and we headed to where his car was, in the office building where he worked. We made small talk along the way, and I complimented his physique. We compared our gym routines and I said how much I liked his chest. I put a hand out to feel it, and he stopped to let me.
I put my hand flat on his chest - very firm - and then I ran my hand across it, feeling the mounded shape, and then I sort of rubbed and cupped it, because it was a good size. Irvin made a small noise.
“Want a closer look?” he said, with a little smile. “Normally I charge, but free for a friend.”
I kept my face still, unsure if he was serious. Turns out that he was - as we continued, he explained that he often got offered money to do things by people who saw him in the gym. He’d accepted offers twice (he said) for muscle worship, where he went to a person’s house and they touched his body and did other things.
I said that I thought he was straight, and he laughed at me. Doing things for pay didn’t change his orientation, he said, and he didn’t care about the gender of the mouth that was sucking him. That was his limit, he said, which made sense to me.
Honestly, whatever your limit is, that’s your limit, and it doesn’t have to make sense to anyone but you - in this case, I could see what Irvin was getting at.
The car park was quite empty, not surprising given the hour, and the fact that it was in the business district. Fortunately for us, Irvin had parked in a far corner, because it was the only spot available when he’d arrived at work, he said. Still, it was in direct line of sight to the lift lobby, so anyone getting out of the lift to get their car (there were a couple more left on this floor) could see us.
I reached for the buttons on his shirt, but he stopped me. Car park was a little too exposed, so instead, we made our way to a higher floor. His firm had the use of the entire floor, and the toilets were inside. Completely private, for all intents and purposes, but we walked around the floor making sure that no one had stayed back to work.
I thought we could have pretty much done stuff out in the open, since there was no one in the place, but Irvin led me into the unisex handicapped toilet. It was huge, bigger than some HDB bathrooms, and had a sink and a toilet and plenty of other space, with handrails in a few places as well as a couple of emergency call buttons. Irvin closed and locked the door. He leaned against the one blank wall (the others had the door, the sink and the toilet against them), and slowly, seductively, undid one button on his shirt.
He looked a bit wounded when I laughed at him, but he recovered when I stepped forward and put my hands above his hips, and ran them up and down to feel his solid body.
“Open your shirt,” I said, and I let him undo the rest of his buttons. When he pulled his shirttails out of the waistband of his pants, I spread his shirt open, and cupped his pecs. They were really quite big, and heavy, and my hands were in the right position for me to rub my thumbs against his nipples as I lifted and lowered his pecs. He did have fairly large nubs, and he inhaled, hissing, when I rubbed them.
He was responsive, making soft noises as I played with his chest. It wasn’t worship, really, I mean, I like nipples and pecs and all that - but I was mostly trying to turn this guy on. I wanted him to moan.
(A small part of me wanted him to be so crazy horny that he’d ask me to fuck him, but I don’t think that straight guys do that. I already knew that he’d probably let me suck him if I got him hot enough.)
I tried getting a little rougher, but he didn’t like that - not everyone likes having their nipples played with, let along pinched and twiddled and more. I went back to just playing with his chest as though they were a couple of muscular boobs, and then I thought maybe I would lean in and taste him.
I put my thumb and forefinger around Irvin’s nipple, pinched and let go of his nub, firmly, but not hard. I leaned forward, and ran the tip of my tongue around his areola, leaving his nub alone. He grunted, impatient, put his hand on the back of my head and pushed me down, so I got a mouthful of his pec.
I sucked, his nipple entirely in my mouth, like a baby trying to get a feed. Irvin breathed heavily, and I thought he was enjoying it. I stuck out my tongue, pressed it against his nipple. The nub of his nipple felt very big against my tongue, the size of a pill. Now he didn’t seem to care about how much noise he was making, and he moaned loudly, as I rubbed my tongue against it, back and forth.
I let it go, and tried to put up my head, but Irvin pushed my head to his other pec - back to sucking, and more moaning from him. I have to admit that I was kind of enjoying myself. Maybe because hearing him moan was a turn-on for me.
When I put one hand on his crotch, I found that he was hard, straining. Obviously, sucking on his chest had turned him on a bit. He undid his belt and his pants in a hurry. When he let me take my head off his chest, I saw a small, wet spot on his underwear.
I rubbed the bulge, and Irvin peeled his undies downward and let out his cock. He had one that was thick at the base and somehow more narrow at the tip, uncut, but so hard that the skin was stretched tight over his cockhead.
I put a hand around him, and leaned forward to suck his chest again. Got his whole nipple under my mouth, and swirled my tongue around his tit, sucked hard - and then heard him yell “oh, FUCK” above my head and felt his cock pulsing in my hand.
I let go of his nipple and looked down, and saw that Irvin had shot his load, across the handicapped toilet, and a single strand of jizz was hanging down from his dick.
“Hey, sorry, sorry,” Irvin said, looking embarrassed. I didn’t reply, just dived down to scoop up that last drop with my tongue and get a taste of his cock. He half-yelped when I engulfed him, right to the root. I could smell him, when I had my mouth full - a full day’s worth of ballsweat, he was ripe. I didn’t mind.
He let me have a couple of sucks, from the base till only his glans was in my mouth, and back down again, before pulling back. I stood up, and Irvin pulled his underwear up.
“Ok, enough?” he said, “Or, uh, you want to jerk off or something?” I was hard and horny enough to want to finish, but I didn’t want to jerk myself off.
“You help me?” I said, and he seemed amenable.
I undid my pants and lowered them, mid-thigh. Irvin fingered my own barely-restrained bulge, and pulled down the front of my underwear.
I popped out, more than halfway hard, my foreskin retracted enough that my piss slit showed through the opening, wet and glistening.
“Wow, you’re big,” Irvin said, admiringly. I’m not, really - seen much bigger - but I am a little bigger than average and a little thicker, too, which adds to the illusion of size.
He stood to one side, out of the line of fire, grasped me overhand, and jerked me roughly, my foreskin slipping over my head more easily than usual since it was already lubed with pre-cum. It was uncomfortable but felt strangely good.
I imagine we must have looked like a couple of guys in one of this exec wear pornos, both dressed in workwear, my cock out, Irvin’s pants open and his shirt unbuttoned.
On a whim, I leaned forward and sucked one of his pecs like before. Irvin cursed “ah, FUCK” and jerked me harder, and it only took a little while of that before I was close enough to cum, pumping out my load and bucking my hips a couple of times. Irvin took his hand off as soon as I shot, and I stood back up.
I saw that some of my cum had landed on his hand, one thick string and I’d also managed to shoot quite far. Irvin smeared the last bit of my jizz on his other pec, and smirked at me.
“Dessert?” he said, and I obediently licked it off his nipple (earning me a sigh) and then sucked that pec, tonguing the nub.
Irvin moaned and I felt motion - he’d leaned back against the wall, pulled his underwear down and was jerking himself off. He was hard, again.
I straightened up.
“Can round two?” I said. Irvin’s eyes were a little glazed, and he nodded.
“I think so,” he said. I got to my knees, and he let himself go - it went straight into my mouth, and I sucked him, looking up to see that he was fingering his chest. I put one hand up and he let me grab one pec. He was moaning again as I fingered him, and when I managed to get his nub between my thumb and forefinger, I rubbed it between them - that was enough to set him off. He rewarded me with a second load, his dick pulsing between my lips, me swallowing a couple of times as he pumped it out into my mouth.
I withdrew and stood up, and we both tidied up. We made our way to the car, and he drove me home.
“That was good,” Irvin said, “I should be the one paying you.” I climbed out of the car - he’d stopped under my condo.
“Ah, you saved me a taxi fare home,” I said. “I think we’re even.”
After work
Trekked to a faraway housing estate for a fuck (ok, I drove), super cute late twenty-something Chinese guy all alone at home that I’d met online. He scored points by greeting me at the door with a cold can of beer in his hand, wearing only boxer briefs and a smile.
Extra points for being a fit guy - nice mounded pecs, not over-developed, with muscular arms. He was a little tanned, too, not pale like some guys. I took the beer from him and stepped into the flat. Not that he needed points - I knew from our chat that he was cute, funny and horny as fuck.
It showed, too, from the tent in his boxers, bulging out under a neat treasure trail that down his lower abs from his navel. I kicked off my shoes, and stepped forward to finger his trail, fondling his muscular belly. He was definitely as cute as his photo, manly face under spiked up hair, square jaw with a chin strap and he scored more points by stepping into me for a passionate kiss, chaste at first and then he opened his mouth and we were frenching.
He stepped past me and shut the door and I took a swig of the beer. I felt his hands slip around my waist, and then he was kissing my neck and feeling up my chest, which got my nipples nice and erect. I could feel his erection rubbing against my butt, and I found myself getting harder in my jeans.
I was feeling cheeky so I thought I’d let it out, but he beat me to it, running his hands down my front, unbuttoning my jeans and unzipping me, from behind - impressive. He continued kissing my neck and grinding against me as he opened my fly wide open, and since I had gone commando, my dick was out and proud, hard and straight, pointing upwards away from me.
It was super hot, and I was very turned on. I deliberately kept my hands away from my cock, enjoying the sensation of being held from behind, and the soft kisses he was planting on my neck. He put his hands back around my waist, and lifted up my t-shirt so that he could rub my pecs and finger my nipples. I know I was safe and indoors, but I felt exposed, bare to the air from my neck down to my thighs, my nipples and my cock hard.
I don’t often let someone else be in control, but it was fun and a turn-on to let this guy lead, especially when he grabbed my uncut dick, and milked it from the root to the tip, squeezing out a little precum. He caught it on his finger and brought it up to his mouth (his head was next to mine) and licked it off. I turned my head, and we kissed, and even though I couldn’t taste anything I thought it was hot that I was tonguing my own precum.
I turned around into him, so we could kiss some more. I wanted to get a look at his goods, too - he’d sent me a photo of his uncut dick, veiny, curved upwards, tapering from a thick base to a smaller hooded head - and I wondered if it was as good-looking in real life as in the photo. Before I could l, though, he guided me to the three-seater sofa in the living room, and positioned me along the length of it, so I was sitting up against one end; one leg bent, the foot of the other one on the floor, my balls and cock exposed. He climbed on and lay on the sofa it, too, so his face was against my upper leg.
But not for long - he licked my thigh (it tickled!) and then he got closer and closer till he was tonguing the side of my balls. He put a hand on my dick, and I was so turned on watching him that I felt something rise inside me.
I got him to slow down, and had my hand on the back of his head guiding him as he licked my balls. He gave me another treat by lifting my legs (I had to adjust my position a bit) and when my hole was exposed, he gave me a thorough rimming.
“You want to fuck me, is it?” I said. He smiled, and nodded, a shine coming to his eyes.
We hadn’t talked about what we were going to do, but his profile had said that he was vers - frankly, I was in the mood, and had cleaned myself up when I’d showered after work before turning on the apps that day, so I was already prepped. He’d gotten me so turned on that I was really ready.
He flipped me over so that I was facedown on the sofa, and I stuck my ass up in the air. He pulled down my jeans (so hot!) and pushed up the back of my t-shirt, then left me waiting in anticipation while he walked away. He came back, holding a bottle of lube and a strip of condoms. He was nude, and his cock, as impressive as it was in his photos, bobbed in front of him. He paused next to the sofa, and put down the lube. His cock was right in front of me, some precum evident around his head. I guess he had been dripping while he foreplayed with me earlier.
I took the hint and got up on my elbow to engulf him in my mouth - it was easy to take him in, but a little more difficult as I got closer to his thick root. It felt good in my mouth. I did my best to suck on him, thinking that for a change I was the one getting a guy hard (or in this case keeping him hard) for him to fuck me. I heard the sound of foil ripping and he stepped away. I released his hard cock and he rolled on a condom, then grabbed the lube and slicked himself up.
I resumed my facedown position, and felt him climb up on and behind me. He fingered my hole, and then dripped some lube on it, and then he thoughtfully fingerfucked me. That coaxed a few unintended grunts from me as I felt him stretching me open, till (I think) he had three fingers in me.
“Ok, going in,” he said, and then I felt his head against my hole, and a slow burn as he pushed in, excruciatingly slowly, and once he was all the way in, he lay back down on me, putting his thick arms around me. He fucked me slowly, not moving his cock too much, shallowly in and out, as he kissed my neck again. He lifted himself off me, and pulled out, most of the way, and then surprised me by shoving in hard, all the way - I moaned.
“I like that,” he said, and put his hands on my hips, and guided me to raise my ass off my sofa and get on all fours. He made me moan some more with a slow deep fuck, giving me his full length, letting me feel him emptying out of me, and then filling me all the way back up. I moaned for him, which I admit made it feel even better.
When he sped up, it felt good, so good that I found myself pushing back against him. After he fucked me like that for a while, he kept still and let me push back on him. I took it slow at first, and then sped up, enjoying the feeling of being filled, and then I guess he got turned on because he held me still, put one foot up on the sofa next to me, and then raised himself up so he was doggy-fucking me, hard, from above. It hurt, in a good way.
That made me moan, more, and maybe that turned him on because it wasn’t long before he was grunting and groaning loudly until he pulled out of me, snapped off his condom, and shot across my back. Luckily my t-shirt was out of the way. I felt him rubbing his cock against my lower back, smearing his cum across my body, or maybe milking out the last bit of his load, I couldn’t tell.
He must have used his fingers, too, because he leaned forward, his body against my back, and put his hand on the side of my face, and stuck his index and middle fingers into my mouth. I could taste his jizz on them, and I thought I should get more of a taste. When I lifted myself up, he got off me, and when I sat up, I found that he was standing in front of me, still mostly erect. Both of us were kinda sweaty - fucking (and getting fucked) will do that.
I wasn’t, because even though I enjoyed it, my erection had gone down pretty much as soon as I got penetrated. It recovered a bit when I bent forward to lick his nipples - small areola around medium-sized nubs, which I sucked on a little. He put his hand on the back of my head and I let him guide me down, let him feed me his cock - I was hoping to get a little spurt of his cream on my tongue as I sucked him, but I guess he’d emptied himself out on my back. I could feel his load drying on it as I slurped on him, and he softened in my mouth.
I stood up, took my t-shirt off and dropped my jeans, and it was his turn to sit on the sofa. I guessed he didn’t want to move the action into the bedroom (I sympathised) so I turned around and let him suck on my half-hard cock, and he gave me a full service - got me nice and hard in his mouth, then got a condom, ripped it open, and rolled it on me. He even got me lubed up.
He turned around and put one knee up on the sofa, showing me his ass. I realised that I hadn’t seen his bare ass up till now, and that’s why I didn’t notice that he was plugged. He reached behind him, and pulled it out - it was pretty large, a metal butt plug, teardrop-shaped. I dripped on a little more lube, as he put the plug to one side, and used my gloved cockhead to push the lube in. He was well-loosened up, still tight, but there was little resistance at his inter ring. I went in smoothly, and he groaned, beautifully low and guttural, as he took it. I mimicked his earlier efforts, slow shallow fuck with my chest pressed against his back, kissing and nibbling on his neck.
“You like?” I said.
“Big,” he said. I don’t think I’m all that large, but perhaps I was longer than him, or bigger than he was used to. Either that or he was flattering me. I didn’t mind.
I reached around him, so that I was hugging him from behind, continuing to make small motions with my hips, moving. Conveniently, I found my hands on his pecs, and you know how much I love playing with a guy’s nipples … especially since in this case they made him moan and whimper. Music to my ears.
And a tight tunnel for my cock. I straightened back up and really put my back into it, enjoying how his ass gripped my dick, and working up a sweat. I smacked his ass, he grunted “yeah” each time. I was increasing my pace towards a finish when he asked me to stop.
I withdrew, which made him sigh, and then he changed position, lying on his back on the sofa with his legs spread wide. He held them up, looking hella inviting. I didn’t resist, repositioned myself and pushed back in. I had my hands on the underside of his legs as I thrust into him, but then I heard the magic words.
“Play my nipples,” he said, and let go of his legs, reaching down to his chest and twiddling his nipples, twisting them as I thrust into him, speeding up myself because I was close. He reached between his own legs and jerked his cock, moaning very loudly in time to my strokes. I noticed that he was hard (again) and then I simultaneously heard him yell out and shoot his second load, backward onto his abs and body (one spurt went up to just under one of his nipples).
That was enough to set me off, and I slammed hard into him several times as I unloaded, right into the rubber I was wearing. It helped that I could feel his contractions as he shot his load. It was pretty much that thing where the top and bottom come at the same time. Not like porn, where both of them take turns so that there are two money shots for the cameras (and for the audience).
I pulled out, noticing that I was literally dripping with sweat. When he saw how full my condom was (there was a lot of cum in it), he made an impressed noise. Before I could take it off, he sat up and leaned forward for a kiss, and when I kissed him, he took my condom off himself. I stepped back after we kissed, and he tied a knot in it. He picked up his own used condom (which was lying on the floor, also knotted up) and the condom foils.
I followed him to the kitchen, where he threw all the trash down the chute, and then let him push me into the back shower. We cleaned up together (it was quite spacious) with a little hugging and kissing under the shower spray. He had two dry towels hanging in there, one for him and one for me, and after we were done, I put my clothes on, got a goodbye peck on the cheek, left his place and drove home.
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