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Nick Urankar
Nick and I were working out on my driveway, letting our neighbors take in a view of our bodies if they wanted to as I worked out in a tank and shorts, and him in nothing but his dark grey gap and his short shorts, a sharp contrast to his running shoes and his tanned hairless muscled body. "Whew, wow, we're going at it pretty hard, huh, I'm sweating up a storm in this heat," Nick said as he finished a set and panted, resting his hands on his hips before turning around, giving me two good looks at his chest and his back, as well as those thick buns in those shorts held up by some of the thickest thighs in the neighborhood.
He started to get a little whoozy, looked like he was going to pass out. I ran over and caught him as he tipped back. "Whoa, whoa, big guy, let's get you inside to cool off." I helped him stumble into my home, where I had him lie down on the couch as I got him some cold water and a towel. "Fuck, sorry man, how embarassing," he muttered as he thanked me and grabbed the glass of water and towel that I handed him. "No worries, man, stay here, let me clean up outside and you should stay here for dinner, at least till I know you've recovered." He nodded, and tilted his head back as he rested in in the cool air. I went out and came back in about 10-15 minutes to find him sitting comfortably on the ground, back against the couch, his shoulders slightly slumped forward and his legs spread out as he was stretching forward. "Hey, sorry, didn't want to get your sofa soaked with my sweat," he panted, wincing as though he had a headache. No worries, I grinned as I laid a hand on his shoulder. It was very warm but felt like a rock underneath.
"Your skin is scaling, man, I think you were close to having heat exhaustion. C'mere let's get you under some cold water. I grabbed him up by the arm and supported him as we once again shuffled to my bathroom. "Uh, don't judge," as he gave me a pained look when I told him to strip, he sort of slumped to the ground and laid against the cool stone. "What are you talking about, hurry up I'll throw your shorts in the washer." I crossed my arms waiting for him to strip, turning around to give him some privacy. "I felt his shorts hit my ankles as he "You're right, sorry, can you help me get them off," he said, feeling weak. I was into guys but not like I was going to oogle at a buddy in need, I thought. I helped him pull off his shorts, and then he looked at me. "Can you also help me pull something out of my ass," he looked away and winced. "What?" He turned to the side and I saw a little pink wand poke out from his hole. "A buttplug?" I asked. He nodded. "Sure, whatever, I just need you to get under the cold water ASAP." And I went to pull it out with a "pop" and turned on the water to cold as he yelped and sighed as the water took some of the heat off. "I'll be back in 10, don't die on me, I'll throw these in the washer and get you a towel." I left to toss his shorts in the washing machine and was holding on to his buttplug. It was pretty girthy. Hmm, something to ask about later, when he's more alert.
I came back in a bit and he was recovering to his normal self soon. "Great, let me get some food going and you can hang with me for the night," here's a towel, no worries about being modest you can just wear it until your shorts dry. He gave me a thumbs up as he got up to wash himself. I got a view of that really nice ass of his, but left to go get some energy back in us. He came down 15 minutes later to the smell of a grill on, and me shirtless with just a thin pair of shorts. "Fuck, it smells amazing, Pete," he said as I looked up to see him walk down with a towel around his waist. "Take a seat, making some burgers, some beers too but you'll have to chug that bottle of water before I let you have any. Relax, could have been pretty bad if you actually had passed out in the heat." He nodded. "Thanks, man, really. Sorry I must have been really kicking it into overdrive with my workouts, ever since Sarah left me." I plated the burgers, got some chips and the beers I promised, and we ate and chatted. He looked okay and so I got us more drinks as we kicked it on the couch, catching up. Nick was my kid's high school coach, way back when he was in high school. Actually he helped vouch for my kid to get a sports scholarship to college, so he and I got pretty close, used to hang out and work out a lot. After my kid went off to college, Nick and his wife Sarah decided to move away for a few years, but recently he had come back, alone this time. I took a swig as I asked him what happened to that, "oh, uh, it's embrassing," he looked away, then looked back at me as he realized I knew about his buttplug. "Well, I suppose I owe you that story, and my buttplug story."
He told me that after a few years away, he had found out his wife was cheating on him. They never had kids, and since they had moved for her job, he was having trouble finding work. They hadn't been intimate for a while, but he remained faithful. Until, he found her coworker and her in bed together. He wanted her to stay and make it work, she said fine, but on her terms. She started to exert some pretty intense control over his life. They started fucking, but it was mainly her using a dildo to get him to cum anally. She even had her coworker fuck him, as a way to exert dominance, to which both of them were surprised he got a hard on and some intense orgasms from it. That went on for a few months, he would go worked out, keep his body in shape and attractive, sucked her coworker's dick, ate her out, and then got fucked over and over again. In the end she kicked him out anyway and filed for divorce. He ended up moving back here, and has kept a low profile since, until I ran into him a few weeks ago at the new gym a few blocks away.
I put a hand on his shoulder, comforting him as he looked down and caught me up. "Hey, sorry man, that's pretty rough." He nodded, "thanks man, you're the only person I've told so far here, I can't tell anyone else, too scared to see what Sarah told them." "So, that explain the buttplug? You still need it if you're not getting fucked in the ass anymore?" He stopped mid-drink. "Uh," he started. "Oh, you ARE still getting pegged? By girls?" "Hmm, warmer, you're close," he said, sheepishly. "Oh, you're getting fucked by guys?" "Bingo," he said, laughing. Hell, I laughed too. "Whoa I didn't peg you as someone who liked that," I finished, chuckling. "Well, why not? Honestly, it feels way better than fucking, so I guess I have Sarah to thank for that, for unlocking something in me. You'd know, right?" He looked at me, eyes narrowed. "Nah, been mainly a top, I have some colon issues that prevent me from bottoming, it takes way longer to prep and it can be more painful than your average person, sadly. But I love topping, especially the dudes at the gym. Especially when they get all slutty, needy, and submissive. Nothing like a well muscled body engulfing your entire dick inside them when you push their head down or thrust your hips all the way in, fuck those guys look so beautiful, so sexy. I kind of like it too when they struggle to take a good dick too, when it hits their prostate just right, damn. Either hole's a goal though if the guy's fit as fuck. They look equally good as we lock eyes while their nose hits the hilt, if they can even reach that far."
He nodded, seemingly in thought. I figure why not keep asking, "so who's fucking you?" "You know, Jim, Ryan, Ethan, from the gym? I've been having them on rotation, take their dicks in me every now and then. Except for Ryan, his dick's too big for me to take up the ass, and he's been hounding me on practicing more because he's tired of just blowjobs, so I've been trying out these dildos and buttplugs to get myself stretched out." I was tenting a bit up in my shorts. "Fuck, that's hot, Nick," my breathing started to get more raspy. Nick, stood up, unwrapped his towel and let it fall to the floor as he got on his knees in front of me, stroking my inner thighs. "You know all that sexy stuff you said about what you see in a guy when you use him? Do you think I fit your type, would you say that stuff about me if I deepthroated your dick? Or took it up my ass for you? Because, that shit you said really got me going, man. And I think you feel the same," he pointed with his eyes my dickprint hard against my shorts. I nodded, seeing his own dick stiffen as well, as he went to pull off my shorts. He went to palm and grab my dick and whistled at the size of it. "fuck, this log might be bigger than Ryan's! Can I get a taste of this?" he said, raspy. Looked up at me and once I nodded again he went for a few kisses and licks. I swatted his hands away as he went to jerk me off at the base as he started blowing me, "what is this, amateur hour? The only thing touching my dick should be your mouth. Give it a good job, Nick." "Mmm, yeth thir," as he doubled his efforts to get deepthroated. I let him do his thing for a while, until he got almost 3/4ths of the way down. I couldn't help it, I grabbed the back of his head as I forced him all the way down, he gagged and massaged his throat muscles which felt so good on my shaft, tears forming in his eyes. I let him go as he sat back on his heels for air. "Fucker, love that," he said as he wiped away his tears and went back for my dick. We did it a few more times, until I got up on my legs and started to skullfuck him myself, taking all the pleasure for myself. The big guy took it like a the muscle bitch bottom champ he was. "Gah, you think I could ride it, Pete? Been thinking about it for a while now, good thing I'm all stretched out from that plug earlier." I saw back on the sofa and handed him some lube as he straddled me and greased my pole and his hole. He faced me as he slowly sank down on it, gritting his teeth and whining as he bottomed out on me. "Fuck," we both said gritting our teeth as he started bouncing up and down on it. "Tight, which I find hard to believe given that all the guys at the gym are tapping you all the time." "You make me seem like a slut," he pouted as he panted, "but it's just because you're the thickest of them, fuck!" he said as I jabbed at the right angle, sliding over his prostate. I watched his own dick fling precum as it waved around, stiff as a board. Getting horny, I started pushing up myself and he held his postion as I fucked away to my hearts content. As I was building up, I started to get a bit into verbal, "so, now that I know you're a dick hound, you gonna put out for me whenever I want, Coach?" He groaned, "fuck yes, anytime you want me holes, they're yours." "Stay for the weekend? I'll make sure you're well taken care of," I gave a few final jabs as he screamed out yes, shooting ropes of cum onto my chest and his as I blasted up his ass. He fell on my, panting and quivering as we laughed at our sex session. "Fuck yea, great workout, got any more burgers though?" "Yeah, hold on let me grab your towel for you to clean up. Sweat stains, sure, cum stains on my couch? Never" as we both started to clean up, ready to refill for round 2.
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