It had been a few days since Jim had stayed over night. In the morning we'd had sex again, and then he had to rush out to his apartment. Still we'd had the time to exchange our phone numbers, and had sent each other a few texts. I could feel I was falling hard for him, and I really wanted to see him again. But my work and then his work had gotten in the way, and we settled for a date at the gym on Friday night. Hopefully we'd get to see Kenneth again and fuck him, then we could go home and have sex. Or, as I started to think about it in the privacy of my mind, make love… And sleep together, undaunted by the thought of the alarm clock.
The week went by slowly, every thought of mine turned toward Friday night. I refrained from masturbating at all, wanting to be all prime and ready for D-Day. At 26 going on 27, I wasn't able to cum five times a day seven days a week. I'd rather save up. And save up I did, with the foreseeable consequence that on my way to the gym this Friday my cock was throbbing in my pants with need and anticipation. As soon as I got there I noticed Kenneth running on a treadmill, and saluted him. He smiled warmly, tapped his wrist-watch theatrically, and indicated the number 10 with his fingers, which I took to mean he had ten more minutes to go. I nodded and took my place on a treadmill not so far from him. I just wanted to run for a few minutes to warm up. As I got off the machine, sweating, I saw a flop of blond hair, and my heart jumped in my chest. There he was, my handsome boy, wearing his work out clothes and a smile on his face as he walked toward me.
"Hey!" I threw, and we shook hands. Mine lingering a bit too much in his. I was smiling like the Cheshire cat.
"Hi, how are you? Want work out together?" he said with a jerk of the head toward the weights. I nodded eagerly and we set out. I noticed he was sweating a bit and guessed he'd been warming up before.
We spent about an hour on the weights, alternating exercises, running our hands subtly over each other. It was like an hour for foreplay to me, and my cock never got to be fully soft. Kenneth joined us at mid time, and we all worked together. My mind was filled with lewd ideas about what I wanted to do with the both of them in the steam room. We all followed each other to the locker room and started changing. Jim showed me he had brought a pair of speedos – presumably so he could go to the showers without problem, and my dick gave a little jump. He was going to look really sexy. He'd done well too – Friday nights were always packed, and tonight was no exception. The locker room was buzzing with activity, and naked men running around. I had noticed that Friday nights attracted mostly gay guys, probably looking to get a last work out before hitting the clubs on Saturday. Kenneth and I got naked, while Jim quickly put on his speedos facing the lockers and I could get a nice view at his ass, which again made my chest swell up with lust and possessiveness. I couldn't resist slapping his ass a few times and he laughed. Kenneth led the way to the showers.
Most were already occupied, with a few guys washing by themselves and a few others sharing a showerhead and soaping up their neighbor. We found a spot in the left corner, and started the water, which was immediately warm since all the other showers were already running. Kenneth groaned in contentment and I looked at his cock which was already at half mast. Mine was fully hard – it had been threatening to all day, and the last episode in the locker room, what with Jim changing in his tight speedos, and showing me his ass and Kenneth grabbing his own cock as he walked to the showers… That had been too much, and the monster had been set free. Kenneth started to rub up soap on my chest and I sighed deeply – It felt really good after a good workout. Jim was washing his own legs, bending over, again showing me his ass, and I started to think he was doing it on purpose. I watched intently, until I felt observed.
And sure enough, as I looked up from Jim's delightfully perky ass, there was a young kid, probably no more than 18 or 19, staring at me and Kenneth. He too had gone the shy way and was wearing speedos, except his were bulging with a sizeable erection, which had obviously been triggered by us. Now, there was this unwritten rule that sexual activity generally didn't happen in the showers, but it was not uncommon at all to see guys with erections, or even sometimes jerking off a load quickly before turning off the water and going home, as if it was part of the cleaning routine. Those who wanted more went to the sauna or the steam room, or arranged to go home with someone. When he saw I'd spotted him, the kid quickly turned around and went on soaping himself. He had a nice ass, but once again I wasn't so attracted to that as I was attracted to his cock. What was it about Jim's ass that attracted me so much? I shrugged and lowered my gaze as well, to see Jim had stood back up and I quickly moved to soap up his shoulders.
KENNETH
As Donald looked away, I followed his gaze and saw the kid. He was young, very young, to me at least. I was pushing 29 this year, and this young chicken must have been a good 10 years younger. I knew for a fact he must be at least 18, since the gym didn't allow minors, but couldn't be much older. My cock was half-hard, but with this observer, it quickly went up. He was really cute, had a great bulge in his speedos and when he turned around, I discovered a very, very nice ass. I've always been a sucker for young thin things. He had hips the width of my wrist, and thighs the size of my little finger. My hard-on was raging, bopping up and down by itself. I maneuvered myself to be closer to him, telling Jim to wash my back, which he gladly did. The kid was barely a foot away now, and was still facing away from me. There was nothing more I wanted than to jump at him and start humping away at his speedos-covered ass like a mad man.
I restrained myself, and back up slightly, pressing my back against Jim. He got the hint and started soaping up my chest, pressing himself against me. I could feel his speedos hump my ass slightly, and although I could feel no bulge, I guessed he was enjoying himself, and I let him. I was starting to really want some action, and Jim's body undulating against me from behind certainly didn't help. A plan formed in my head. And I turned around, communicating it with Jim and Donald, who nodded in agreement. They left the shower room for the sauna, and I stayed behind. I approached the young kid, who was decidedly taking longer than enough to get washed than necessary. I stepped up and put a hand on his shoulders. He jumped up, and turned around. I smiled in what I hoped was a warm and reassuring way. He smiled back, timidly. I leaned against his ear
"Hi. My name's Kenneth. What's yours?"
"Stephen."
"Hi Stephen. I'm going to the sauna, to relax. Want to join me?"
I could see his brain churning, scared I'd turn out to be a crazy rapist but horned up enough he wanted to try. I decided to help him tip the balance:
"We don't have to do anything. We can just go there and relax."
That seemed to do it. He nodded, and I led the way, feeling him walk closely behind. Everyone in the showers were looking at us – they knew what two guys heading to the sauna meant, and were all disappointed they didn't get to the chicken before I did. Too bad – no guts no glory!
I led him to the sauna. Jim and Donald had been there for a good 10 minutes already. As I opened the door, a guy, looking about 30 came out, and the smell of sperm invaded my nostrils.
JIM
As soon as we turned away from Kenneth, Donald put his hand on my ass. We walked all the way through the showers, with eyes turning toward us. I was a bit self conscious because my speedos didn't show the bulge that should have been there, but I guessed people just assumed I had a small cock. And they were right. In any case, that didn't seem to bother Donald, whose cock I could feel grazing my hips as we walked, and who kept kissing my neck. He was obviously very horny, and couldn't help himself. Which was all right with me, since I'd been thinking about his cock for a week now, and wanted nothing more than to settle somewhere and make out.
We reached the sauna, he let go of my ass as I sat down, and immediately we started kissing. He took me in his arms, and I kind of threw myself at him. We were kissing passionately, making up for lost time. I felt his cock lying against my thigh, and took it in my hand. I think there were some people in the room, and I guess they were enjoying the show. Either that or they were allowed to leave! Donald broke the kiss and leaned toward my ear:
"I've missed you… Tonight I want to fuck you again. I want to plow your ass…"
He whispered, and that made me shiver and tingle all over. It was just so arousing! I'd missed him too.
He and his warm embrace, his tight body and his long cock… I stroked his cock gently, not too much to get him going either, but enough that he felt a bit relieved. Talking about relief, I needed some too. I took his hand and directed it to my crotch. He caught my drift and started to rub me gently. I moaned deeply – I loved to get fondled on top of my underwear. Actually, that was how I masturbated. Unless I was wearing underwear, I could only come by getting blown. He kissed me again a bit, and pulled back again.
"You like it when I touch you, don't you?" he whispered, and I nodded eagerly. I had my forehead set against his shoulder blade. I tightened my grip once more on his cock and he grunted.
"You fucking whore… Tonight your ass is mine, OK? You can do anything with Kenneth and the boy toy he's going to bring in, but your ass is fucking mine, right?"
He whispered, and as he said that I could feel his dick jump in my hand. It was very domineering of him, but it made me feel so sexy. I nodded, and he kissed me again. I loved feeling like I was his… It made me feel like his boyfriend, which was, to be honest, a project I hadn't given up on yet. I realized that was the reason he had held on my ass as we walked though the showers – to show others I was his! I felt a rush of lust, and threw myself into the kiss even more. While we were kissing, I felt him change places, and quickly I was sitting on a step in the sauna, while he was between my legs, I guessed on his knees, in front of me. I scooped over to get closer to him, and our crotches made contact. Feeling his big hard dick on mine felt like heaven, and I groaned, consumed with lust, while he started to hump against my speedos-covered open crotch. I could feel him groan in my mouth, and his tongue was battling with mine furiously. I heard something and turned my head, surprised.
Not even a foot away from us was one of the guys who'd been in the room when we'd entered. He looked to be about 35, rather handsome but nothing to write home about. What was more striking about him was that he was jerking off a rather large cock while staring at us. Donald saw him too and smiled, humping me even more. I groaned, and seeing we didn't mind, the guy approached a bit more. He went on furiously pounding on his dick. After a minute, he got even closer.
"I'm gonna cum! Can I cum on him?" He grunted. The fact he talked to Donald and not to me made me feel so aroused instead of annoyed: he was asking my "protector". Donald glanced at me, checking I didn't mind, and nodded. The guy took one more step, his cock inches away from my chest, and suddenly exploded into "aaaaah" and "hmmmm", as he unloaded his semen on me. Then, without a word, he stood up, grabbed his towel and left.
"Donald, hump me again, I'm gonna cum!" and I really wanted to. Donald promptly went to work, and between the smell of that random guy's sperm on my chest and the feeling of Donald humping away at just the right spot, I was sent over the edge. I started thrashing around, gasping for air and throwing my head back in pure bliss. Donald pressed his huge cock against me really hard, allowing me to enjoy my orgasm for a few minutes.
KENNETH
We entered the sauna and my eyes immediately fell upon Jim and Donald, fucking. Jim's legs were spread apart, and Donald was between them, fucking away. Then I realized Jim still had his speedos on, so Donald was probably just humping away – lucky bastard. Suddenly Jim cried out, and I saw him jerk around, grunting in his deep voice. I had to grab my cock and squeeze myself; this was just too hot. But I didn't forget I had a young friend with me, and pushed him forward, my other hand on his lower back.
We arrived next to Donald and Jim. Jim was lifeless, stretched out and resting his back against the higher step behind him, his eyes closed. I smiled and looked at Donald, who was watching us approach with a look between pride at having made his 'boyfriend' (were they yet?) come, and horniness because he obviously wasn't done himself. I started to kiss Stephen, and he soon got into it. Then, because I had been hard for a really long time now, I turned him around and made him bend over until his hands were resting on the step on which Jim was sitting, and his ass was mine. I lost no time, and made no pretense I hadn't been waiting for this for half an hour: I seized his ridiculously but hotly tight hips in my hands and started to pound away against his speedos. The feeling it gave me was out of this world.
I saw Donald get up and sit two steps ahead, right in front of my boy's face. His cock was in his face, and the boy quickly understood the implication. He started sucking on Donald's cock, and the latter threw his head back in pleasure. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and realized Jim had finally gathered himself up and was smiling at me. I smiled back with a wink and went on hammering my dick against this tight ass, grunting loudly. Then Jim disappeared from my view, and as I looked down I saw him slide himself under Stephen. The boy suddenly tensed up then let out a growl, and I guessed Jim must have been sucking his cock. That was enough for me, and I came, painting the boys' speedos white. Donald wasn't far behind, having been well aroused before by humping Jim, and came on the boys face.
After I was done, I went to look for Jim and pulled him from under the boy.
"Lick Donald's cum from his face, go on…" I whispered enticingly and he eagerly went to work. In a minute, the boy was as clean as possible. I crouched down and started sucking his cock – he deserved it, poor boy. He came in about 30 seconds, confirming my suspicions that he was closer to 18 than to 30. I swallowed his load with pleasure, as I felt him whimper like a girl, grabbing my hair firmly and thrusting his hips against my face. Donald was holding him from behind, gently kissing his neck, and Jim was working on his nipples with his talented mouth.
When everyone was done, we finally sat down, all on the same step in a row, Jim next to Donald, and my boy between Donald and me. Then a guy descended from the higher steps, jacking his cock which was an angry red.
"Can I come on you guys? You were so hot!!!" He asked, still beating his meat. Jim jumped at the occasion and turned around bending over, presenting his ass to the guy. The guy got to him and unloaded on his speedos while grunting like caveman. As soon as he was done, he was considerate enough to wipe off his load from Jim with his towel, then left without a word. We all sat back and finally relaxed.
We spent a good 15 minutes in the sauna, relaxing, until we were all too hot and went out to take a cold shower. After that, we decided to go home. I knew Donald and Jim wanted to be together, and I had an ass I needed to fuck. So we said goodbye, and went on our merry way.
JIM
Finally! I had enjoyed the interlude with Kenneth, who really was a good guy, but I had been waiting for a week to be alone with Donald. We walked home, pretty much silent. It wasn't until we crossed the door to his apartment that we began to kiss. He took my clothes off me and progressively brought me to his bedroom. I jumped on the bed and watched him take his clothes off – the shoes, the polo shirt, the belt, the jeans, the socks… They all went away until he was standing in front of me in his bulging underwear, breathtakingly handsome. I reached toward him and did something I'd wanted to do for some time: I reached into the leg of his tight boxer briefs and pulled his cock out through the leg. I sat back and watched. He looked at me quizzically then understood I thought it was sexy, so he started to caress himself and his body, feeling himself up. In any other context, it might have looked ridiculous, but for me, this night, it was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. My eyes kept alternating between his face, his pecs and his cock sticking out in such an obscene way.
When I was a child I was, like every little queerling, obsessed with men's bodies, but even more so since I didn't have a male body at the time. I remember being on a beach one summer, I was about 8 or 9, and a guy was sleeping in a lounge chair. He was a big burly Germanic type of guy, in his forties, and his legs were spread wide apart. I didn't really care until I saw something that changed my sex life forever: he was wearing baggy shorts, which had bungled up high on his legs as he was sitting down. And through one of the legs of his shorts stuck out a big, hard and angry-red cock. Now, I'd seen penises of my boy friends at school, and I'd seen a penis on anatomy boards in the dictionary. But never had I seen a big one like that. From this moment on I was hooked and stared at men's crotches all the time. Not in a really sexual way yet, but the thing was there. I have no idea if this guy knows he was the one responsible for my realizing I liked penises, I guess not. To this day, I wonder if this was really a "I-fell-asleep-and-didn't-realize" kind of accident, of if the guy was a flasher.
Donald finally took his boxer briefs off and joined me on the bed. He kissed me deeply and I moaned. We fell backward and started to dry-hump lightly as we kissed. I felt really good in Donald's arms, and wanted to stay like that for some time: The urgency of sexual relief was passed since our little adventure in the sauna, and now I just felt really sensual, a kind of lust that burns warmly and for a long time, not a flame that devours you. His hand slowly descended, caressing my torso, playing with my nipples a bit then moving on (I'm not that much into nipple play, but I made a note to try it on him later), stroking my stomach then my dick. I moaned, and suddenly the atmosphere changed. This brought us both back to a sex-focused interaction. I wanted to get off, he wanted to get me off and vice-versa. The kiss turned rough and his hand descended again to stroke my asshole. By then I was humping his forearm, and he kept digging his fingers in my ass. My ass had been twitching and itching to get fucked for a few days now, and only been teased by the guy in the sauna who'd come on me. I was clearly ready to get impaled by Donald's long dick.
We kissed quitely for some time, just enjoying each other. The last week had been a roller coaster: seeing him, not seeing him, thinking I was going to see him, thinking he wouldn't show up, him showing up finally... And all this waiting, that lusting for him...
But soon enough I felt my ass twitch. Every time his hands would brush the small of my back, I'd get chills. I'd been cummed on in the sauna, but that wasn't enough. I needed to get fucked. My ass felt empty and ready for some cock. I kissed him more passionately and went down to his nipples, something I knew he enjoyed. He seemed to understand my sudden passion and the change of pace, and he took charge. He reverted me on my back quite roughly and began to devour my mouth. Our tongues battled, I could feel his spit all over my lips and my chin. Our kisses were now hungry and desperate. I was horny, and I wanted him to fuck me into oblivion. I seized his cock, which was already hard as rock, leaking on the sheets, and squeezed it softly.
But soon enough I felt my ass twitch. Every time his hands would brush the small of my back, I'd get chills. I'd been cummed on in the sauna, but that wasn't enough. I needed to get fucked. My ass felt empty and ready for some cock. I kissed him more passionately and went down to his nipples, something I knew he enjoyed. He seemed to understand my sudden passion and the change of pace, and he took charge. He reverted me on my back quite roughly and began to devour my mouth. Our tongues battled, I could feel his spit all over my lips and my chin. Our kisses were now hungry and desperate. I was horny, and I wanted him to fuck me into oblivion. I seized his cock, which was already hard as rock, leaking on the sheets, and squeezed it softly.
He groaned and tried to fuck my hand, but I wanted it in my ass, not in my hand. I pushed him forcefully and turned around to be on my stomach, presenting my ass to him like a wanton whore. Which I kind of was. I could feel my hole twitching, aching for some touch, and he didn't disappoint. I immediately felt something soft and wet on it - for a second I thought it was his cock, but he was a gentleman. He was licking it first. I moaned deeply. There was something about the way he licked my ass that showed how much he desired me. It was incredibly arousing. He had skill, and did it well, but it was his eagerness to the task that really did the trick. I moaned and moaned, shoving my ass in his face.
"Yeah, lick my asshole! Fuck it with your tongue!"
And so he did. I could feel his tongue trying to work its way up my hole, and I shuddered. I was briefly remembered of the first time I ever got rimmed. I was much younger, only 17. I was only my second time having sex, and it was a school friend. He knew about me being transgendered, and was completely nonplussed by it. He was also the first and only gay boy I knew at the time (and reciprocally) and although we were friends first, we'd arrived at the conclusion that if we wanted action, we'd better start getting it on ourselves, because the rather small town we lived in wasn't exactly packed with gay guys. So we became fuck buddies, and had great sex. I guessed he would have preferred me to have a real cock (I would have preferred too) but he didn't mind too much either way, considering by how many times a week we got it on. In any case, the second time we had sex, we were kissing when he suddenly backed away, and cast his eyes down. He obviously wanted to say something but didn't dare. After much nagging from me, and making me promise I wouldn't make fun of him, he finally spit it out:
"Yeah, lick my asshole! Fuck it with your tongue!"
And so he did. I could feel his tongue trying to work its way up my hole, and I shuddered. I was briefly remembered of the first time I ever got rimmed. I was much younger, only 17. I was only my second time having sex, and it was a school friend. He knew about me being transgendered, and was completely nonplussed by it. He was also the first and only gay boy I knew at the time (and reciprocally) and although we were friends first, we'd arrived at the conclusion that if we wanted action, we'd better start getting it on ourselves, because the rather small town we lived in wasn't exactly packed with gay guys. So we became fuck buddies, and had great sex. I guessed he would have preferred me to have a real cock (I would have preferred too) but he didn't mind too much either way, considering by how many times a week we got it on. In any case, the second time we had sex, we were kissing when he suddenly backed away, and cast his eyes down. He obviously wanted to say something but didn't dare. After much nagging from me, and making me promise I wouldn't make fun of him, he finally spit it out:
"I... I want to lick your ass. Do you think it's weird??"
Truth to be told, I did find it kind of weird - ass licking was something they did in porn movies, not in "real life". But I was kind of curious about it too. So I gave him my asshole, and he spent 2 hours working on it. And I really mean 2 actual hours. I was laying on my bed face down, still wearing a polo shirt and my shoes, my legs spread out for easier access to my hole, and he laying down on the bed as well, probably quitely humping it while devouring my asshole. It was incredible, and I loved it, and from then on we did it almost every time. Most times were much shorter of course, but I loved it and it was his ultimate fetish, so we found time to accomodate our desires: Some time we'd skip classes and we'd go to the bathroom at school so he could lick my ass, and once we'd arranged a sleep-over, so that he could munch on it at his hearts content.
The only problem with ass licking as far as I was concerned is that it made me so aroused that after a while I really needed to get fucked. So he usually licked me until I needed to get fucked, and then he'd fuck me, or if it was one of those rare times when we were not looking at the clock, he'd fuck me enough to calm me down, then go back to licking, until neither of us could stand it anymore. Dan (that was his name) had moved to California for college, where he attended Stanford. We still e-mailed each other regularly - he was really one of my best friends ever. it helped that in our small town we were pretty much the only ones who'd "gotten away". Pretty much the only ones who'd been bullied and harassed all the time, too. People didn't know I was transgendered (I had transitioned quite young, thanks to very understanding parents) but they did know or at least suspect I was gay. And in smalltown, America, that's enough.
Donald stopped licking, and I felt him move on the bed. He was getting ready to fuck me, and I was definitely more than ready. I needed his cock deep into my ass. I wiggled my ass a bit, and he laughed, slapping it with his hand good-naturedly. I laughed too - I liked that atmosphere. To be with someone that you felt comfortable with, enough that you could laugh during sex. That was nice. Even nicer was the feeling of his cock head pressing against my open hole. I pushed back, opening my ass to him, welcoming him inside.
Donald stopped licking, and I felt him move on the bed. He was getting ready to fuck me, and I was definitely more than ready. I needed his cock deep into my ass. I wiggled my ass a bit, and he laughed, slapping it with his hand good-naturedly. I laughed too - I liked that atmosphere. To be with someone that you felt comfortable with, enough that you could laugh during sex. That was nice. Even nicer was the feeling of his cock head pressing against my open hole. I pushed back, opening my ass to him, welcoming him inside.
His cock was perfect: long enough that it hit the right parts, but thin enough that you didn't spend 15 min getting used to it before enjoying it. He slid home quickly, and we both grunted. It felt really good, to finally have something stretching my hole, filling it. He fell forward and began to nuzzle my shoulder. There was something very animal about it, that aroused me intensely. I enjoyed the attention for a few moments, then started to move my ass, signaling him it was ok to start fucking. I felt his hands on my shoulders, and he started pulling out. He did so very slowly at first, then began to build up a nice rhythm. I moaned, and could feel sweat began to form on my back. It felt divine - every time he bottomed out, he hit this really nice spot inside, and I shuddered. Turns out, you definitely don't need a prostate to love anal sex.
He went on building up and going faster, and I knew neither of us would last very long. I started to jerk myself, and quickly had the feeling of an orgasm building up. It was like this kind of tension that went up, and every sexual feeling intensifying - going from "feels nice" to "feels awesome" to, soon, "feels overwhelming". I was going to come, and I was panting, jerking off with fury. I could still feel his hips bumping against my ass, his balls slapping against my perineum, and most of all, his cock reaming the walls of my ass. Suddenly he gasped he was going to cum, and feeling his warm sperm shoot out inside was enough for me, and I came. I felt my ass contract and squeeze his dick, and for a few seconds, we were just a mass of sweaty, sticky entangled bodies jerking and grunting. In the throes of my orgasm, I could feel his muscled arms hugging me from behind, his forehead pressing against my neck, and the sweat from our bodies slicking up every one of our movements. It was perfect.
