by: HungMutualSucker – check him out on Squirt.org!
Private elementary school was all about fundraising. Our school had four or five ongoing programs that families could participate in to reduce their tuition, most of which took place right after school into the early evening, so parents who had flexible schedules generally ended up “volunteering.” It was OK; I took off work a few hours early and that’s how I came to know Jake. He had a consulting business out of his home and could arrange his schedule to help out.
Although I was in a hetero relationship for years, I definitely had an eye for men as long as I could remember. And Jake was a man to watch. Closely. Most of our work together was casual, so he showed up in jeans and a tee shirt, and very few men filled out that uniform as well as Jake. From the broad shoulders, full biceps and ample chest down to a muscular ass that flexed and bobbed as he pivoted in his volunteer duties, Jake’s body was less a mystery than a tease. Plenty of my cum swirled down the shower drain mornings as I stroked my hard-on imagining Jake was in the shower next to me.
As we unloaded cases of frozen food for the monthly fundraiser one warm autumn afternoon, I asked Jake about his plans for the weekend. It turned out that our wives and daughters were involved in a huge camping weekend, leaving us both bachelors for a few days. We agreed that burgers and beers at his place would be a great Saturday evening; my cock twitched as I considered the possibilities. So I found myself holding two six-packs of the highest alcohol content brews I could find as I rang Jake’s bell. He opened the door smiling, greeting me warmly, and we walked out to the patio where the coals were just right to begin cooking our burgers. I popped a few beers and he threw the meat down to sizzle.
We talked past the usual topics of school, family, weather, and politics, but with each beer I found myself talking less and watching the man in front of me. Dressed in his usual tee, his chest and arms pushed at the light fabric as he tended the grill. The heat of the late afternoon sun coupled with the warmth of the coals made his shirt cling to his pecs and what looked like a very sleek set of abs. The more he drank, the more animated he became, his muscles dancing more and my cock hardening in response. Instead of the usual jeans, though, Jake wore a pair of silky black gym shorts, loose enough to accommodate his massive ass cheeks. The material clung to his skin defining two globes of heaven. His legs were thickly muscled and set off with a sexy light covering of hair. He stood barefoot in a wide athletic stance.
I was taking all this in, wondering if my stiff cock was visible through my shorts, when my (fourth) bottle of beer slipped through my fingers and bounced to the ground. We both looked down at the beer bleeding out onto the patio bricks, then started laughing. As Jake stepped past me to replace the lost beer, he placed his hand firmly on my hip, pressed his stubbly cheek up against mine and, chuckling, slurred into my ear, “Dude, I remember my first beer.”
By the time we sat down to burgers and creamy homemade coleslaw, we were talking about puberty, first dates and first blow jobs. Jake went into great detail about getting sucked off by a cheerleader in his car, occasionally stopping to wipe the burger juice from his mouth with the back of his hand. He was making me insanely horny and stiff. I imagined pressing my lips up against his and my lips against the head of his cock.
“Hey, I thought you went to an all-guys school. You had girl cheerleaders?” I asked.
“Well, no, they were guys.” He smiled as he shared his secret. “Never had better or more regular blow jobs than with Wayne.”
“Sweet,” I admitted, jealously. I confessed that I never got a great suck as my cock was too big for most of my dates to even consider. I got a good number of hand jobs, but I could have done better myself. And often did. Way too often.
“Too bad you didn’t know Wayne. I watched him suck off a . . . . hmm, had to be ten-inch linebacker in the shower. He took half the load on his face then slurped up the rest before he began on the rest of us.” Jake ended the reminiscence with his hand under the table, obviously rubbing his crotch.
“Jesus,” I interjected. “I went to the wrong school.”
Announcing that I had to take a piss, I stood up and shamelessly put my stone hard cock on display beneath my shorts. Jake locked his eyes on my bulge, wishing me luck taking a piss with a hardon. I got to the bathroom, pulled down my shorts releasing my steel pole to hover out over the toilet, knowing piss would ever come in this state. So I grabbed it tightly and slowly stroked myself. Jake asked something from the other room, and I bellowed a big drunken, “Whaaat?” In a moment he was at the door, staring at me as I played with my cock, my shorts now in a heap on the floor. Silently, he walked over to the sink, wet his hands under the faucet, and applied a huge squirt of liquid soap to his hands.
We were looking into each other’s eyes when his lubed hand grabbed my cock firmly by the head. I breathed in deeply and quick, my eyes closing. Jake began to stroke me as he worked his shorts down to his knees, then stepped behind me and pressed his hard cock to my ass. I pressed my back up against his chest and felt it flex and squirm against me as he reached over to the sink for more soap. He cupped my balls and massaged me gently before picking up a quick stroking rhythm. Sweating now, we began to rub harder against each other, moaning and cursing softly.
“Cum for me, man,” Jake demanded, as I felt a load moving up my stiff cock, then shooting out in a frenzy of ecstasy, past his fist and on to the wall behind the toilet. He encased my mushroom head with his hand and squeezed, me answering with another shot of hot cream. He reached around to grab my pulsing cock and ran the palm of his other hand over the top of my cock head, and I shouted and recoiled. I continued to ooze cum, my knees buckling, my weight supported by the hard stud behind me. Gently helped down to the cold tile floor, I sat dazed, drunk, and exhausted with Jake’s cock inches from my face.
Jake leaned for support with one arm against the wall behind me, spreading his meaty thighs wide in a position that put his glorious stiff cock near my mouth. The view of masculine perfection displayed above me kept my cock hard, and I stroked the muscled legs slowly, slowly nearing then grabbing the ass cheeks I’d been considering ever since I met this man. Jake slowly stroked his cock, teasing me, eventually brushing the tip against my lips. I tasted my own salty cum that lubed his cock and I lunged forward, trying to take him in my mouth. He pulled back but I squeezed his ass and pulled him toward me, his cock head pushing to the back of my throat. We both groaned in our own delights as I ran my tongue under his pole and swallowed to caress his cock with my throat.
After sliding in and out of me for a minute or so, Jake grunted and pulled away. His biceps and chest were bulging and jumping as he jerked himself toward a powerful orgasm. His heavy breathing stopped suddenly as he growled like a bear and shot a load of white hot cum across my face and into my hair. The next load shot down my neck and chest and I opened my mouth wide, silently pleading to taste the next load. Shooting his final loads of jizz into my mouth, I rubbed the cum on my chest as I clamped down on his cockhead to drain him. He leaned into the wall, pushing his still hard cock deep into my throat. We froze there for a moment, my nose buried in his pubes, my hands slowly massaging his ass cheeks, then his powerful thighs, then his calves as we quietly recuperated from the intense workout.
After wiping ourselves up and staggering out onto the patio, we cleaned up our dinner dishes pretty much in silence. We tried talking, but conversation seemed stilted and pointless. I eventually grabbed my car keys and backed up toward the door to leave, thanking Jake for an amazing evening, when he stepped up and pressed me against the door with his chest.
“We should do this again. OK?” He was intense and smoldering, still a little drunk, sexy as fuck. I reached out and slid my hand up the outside of his steel hard thigh, pushed his silky shorts back to feel the heat of his ass cheeks again. His chest push against mine as he buried his grizzled chin against my neck and bit me softly.
“Like right now?” I begged.
“Yeah, right now.”
