Part (-)
Okay, so I am not some Greek God, in the looks department. I am solid, massive really, in body shape, with a rather chiselled face. People look at me, and they automatically figure I am some has been linebacker, boxer, or a bouncer. Talk about typecasting, but truth is, I am not a sports junkie, certainly not boxing. Not into sports and certainly not bouncing people out of a bar. Fact is, the bar scene isn’t for me.
I don’t mind having a few brews after work, but going down to the local pub, well, just isn’t in the cards. To begin with, don’t really socialize much with my co-workers. Never met a bunch of back stabbing bitches, as those I work with. Sure, couple are nice, but they are women. Me, I like Men, and not some tweaked out twinky, but real men who can handle a good hard ass fucking. Problem is, when most see my tool, they either gulp, then run, or just faint right off.
Looking at me, you’d swear I was into rough hardcore sex, but truth is, I like to be tender. I love to hug a guy, feel him nestle into my massive barrel chest. Feel his face rubbing up against all my chest hair. The feel of his fingers running across my hair covered thighs, my butt, really turns me on.
Fact is, those are hard types to find. Most want to just get on their knees and suck my knob, once they get over the size thing. I mean it is large, thick, but come on, I’ve seen bigger. Plus, I know how to use it, without making you scream blue friggin’ murder. Yeah, it’ll hurt a bit, going in, but I am not into becoming some out of control piston, at the beginning.
I want to enjoy the feeling too, and no way can I do that, if you are squealing like some stuck pig. Besides, I know how to make that nice tight pucker hole of yours relax, just as I know how to make mine relax. As long as you are clean, I really enjoy a good bit of tongue fucking, before the real deal. Some good fingering helps, and oh yeah, lots of lube is just fine with me. Now don’t get the idea that you’ll need a gallon jug of it, up your ass, either. Like I said, I know how to work it in, as long as you are willing.
Problem is, most of the guys I’ve met, well, just can’t get past my big size, body and cock. So I am rugged looking, maybe come across as one mean mother, but I am exactly the opposite. I like to caress, be caressed. To feel a nice soft hand, rubbing my inner thighs, moving lightly between my firm butt cheeks, is only going to make me want you more.
Just because I am hairy, have a solid frame, doesn’t make me an ogre. I work hard all day, like you do and when I get home, the bills are still there. I mean I am not some rich fucker, who has a personal accountant, a whole entourage of people waiting on me.
I put my pants on, one leg at a time, and by myself. I get home, check the mail, check the answering machine, just like any other working stiff. I am tired too, need a moment of ‘me’ time, like any other guy. Sure, be smart to maybe deal with all the bills and stuff first, but I’ve been dealing with crap all day, who needs that shit when you first get home?
Me, I like to unwind first. A cool glass of something, not necessarily a brew, just something cold. Then maybe sit on the chair, couch, and just lean back and thing of more pleasant stuff, like that hottie I met at the supermarket or the one at the Big ‘N Tall store. Now there was a hunk, but like most, he was a bit put off by my rugged looks.
Too bad, because I could really get into making him appreciate my thick sausage. Fact is, I enjoy sitting back, rubbing my crotch, until it starts to grow. Then a bit of a strip, to unleash myself from the day’s crap, helps. A bit of fondling, caressing my thighs, maybe even reaching around and feeling just how firm my ass is.
Go a bit further too, because you know, those fucking bills will still be there in a half hour from now. I’d much rather reach around, finger my tight hole, and let it know that it is appreciated. After all, our body is our temple, and who better to worship at it, than ourselves?
The notion of someone else praying at my ass, at my big hairy balls, taking them into their mouth, can really get me horny. Usually the thought of a guy slurping at each dangling ball, his tongue working his way through the fur, up my crack to taste my sweet pucker hole, will get my fist around my dick, faster than you can say ‘fucking hell’.
Once I get my ham like fist around my dick, choking it hard, I can feel the ache inside. It is almost like a sign being sent from above, telling me to exercise my body, my tool, so it will always be in tip top shape. Hate to lose it, from not using it enough.
More I think about it, the more my hand moves. I can feel my finger slipping down and around, fingering my tight hole. I can feel the pleasure it’s bringing me, as the tip caresses the rim of the hole, until it senses the time is right. Then wham, I can feel it pierce me, inside. My hand moves even faster, and I am off, into my fantasy world, where I am indeed a Greek God, or at least Hercules.
I am sitting astride a white steed, my dick dangling, my balls aching, and beneath me are scores of beautiful men, all looking up at me. Their eyes are glued to my face, showing their adoration of me. I can feel their lust, their love. My body quivers, from their gaze. I reach down, to choose one lucky soul, who kneels beside my horse, watching me, as I climb off, and stand before him. My dick is now hard, and his eyes haven’t moved from my face. His mouth is open, as he knows his place, knows what he has been chosen for.
I look down, see the throbbing of my manhood, and I am smiling, as I beckon the lucky soul forward. On his knees, he shuffles forward, and glances at my hard blood thickened cock. His eyes bulge, his throat constricts, but he doesn’t back off. His mouth opens even wider, as he leans forward.
The tongue comes out, to taste my big throbbing pole, which makes me moan softly. His hands move out, to grasp at my thick thighs. His fingers dig into my flesh, as he lets his head move forward.
My hard cock pierces his mouth, moves down his throat, making him gag, but like a good worshipper, he doesn’t let that stop him. He adores me, worships the ground I walk on, which is as it should be. Taking my dick is a crowning achievement, as he relaxes his throat, letting my full length penetrate his mouth.
Grasping his long locks of hair, I hold him in place, as I drive my dick in and out, until his face is turning blue. His eyes bulge, as he keeps looking at my face, waiting for that sign, knowing he will soon be engulfed by my seed. It is what he wants, it is what I want, and with my head tilting back, I can feel the seed bubbling. I can feel it making its way from deep within my guts, to travel up and along the long path, until finally it is entering the long tunnel, that runs inside my hard dick.
He knows it is coming, his lips tighten around my shaft, making me moan more. I am close, and he knows it, his hands dig into my thighs, the fingers dig deep until they are touching bone. I don’t feel it now, as I am lost among the clouds, the stars. My body is shaking, my toes are arched deep into the sand, as I sway, as the precious seed comes boiling forwards. The pain inside grows, until finally I can feel it break free.
The hard stream nearly makes him fall backwards, but he holds on. My seed is pouring down his throat, some dribbling down from the corners of his mouth, despite how tight his lips are around my jerking cock. He holds on, as stream after stream rages in and down his throat. His whole body is shuddering, as he takes all of my load, and I can feel the strength ebb from my very soul.
I open my eyes, and just like always, I am here, alone. He is gone, the image lost among the growing reality of time once more moving onwards. I look over at the end table, that now stands where a moment or two ago, were throngs of willing men, on their knees. No bright dessert sun to blind me, just the soft yellow glow of the lamp.
And just as I knew, the unopened mail sits, waiting for me. I think it can wait a bit longer, as I know there is no one here to lick the thick cream from my chest. No willing male servant to clean my massive frame of the expended man cream. Instead, just my own empty shower awaits me, but one day, maybe.
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Setting Priorities
Part (-)
By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)
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Category ¦ One Nighters
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