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Dads best friend

It was the summer between my Junior and Senior year. I was barely 18. My parent's let me stay alone most of the time, but they were going on a two week cruise. Since Mike was getting a divorce from his wife and staying with his sister, they asked him to stay at our house. That was ok with me.

Mike was around 6' 8" 290 pounds of hairy blond gorgeous man. He had the most beautiful blues eyes and spent a lot of his time at the gym. No one knew why he and Kristy were getting divorced, but I was about to find out. Mike was 38 years old and had been married to his high school sweetheart. I knew that I was attracted to men, but had never actually been with one. I spent most of my time jerking off to my mother's playgirl magazines.

Well, my parents left, and it was our first night. Mike said he was going to the gym. I mentioned that I had been working out a lot in the garage for a whole year, and wondered if he would give me some help later. He said sure. And said that he noticed that my body was starting to take great shape. Mike left for the gym and said that if anyone called for him to tell them where he went.

As soon as Mike left I went through his belongings he had brought over. I put a pair of his underwear on and masturbated. I didn't find anything except a matchbook from some bar by the beach. I had never heard of it. The inside of the match book had a phone number and a man's name. I didn't think much of it, except Mike didn't smoke. When Mike got home, he did as he promised and gave me some pointers on the weight bench I had set up in the garage.

While I lay on the weight bench and Mike spotted me, I was trying my hardest to look up his gym shorts. He wasn't close enough. I pretended to not be able to lift the weight off my chest. Mike got really close, and lifted the weight off for me. While he was above me, I noticed that he must of showered at the gym because he smelled great and didn't have any underwear on. I thanked Mike for his help and ran in the house to masturbate, while thinking of what I just saw, having burned his image into my mind.

After a couple of days had gone by, I noticed that Mike never talked about girls, and was always wanting to wrestle around and stuff. I loved rolling around with him, a couple of times I let my hand rub against his cock. From what I saw and could tell, it was probably 6" long and super fat. I just knew I had to have Mike be the first man to shove a cock in my mouth and fuck my virgin ass.

One night, Mike said he felt like renting some movies and drinking beer. I told him it sounded good to me. My parents let me have a few beers, as long as I didn't drive. When Mike went to the store to get the beer and movies, I went through his stuff again. I found the same match book. I called the number of the bar and asked for the guy who's name that was on the match book. The guy on the other end of the phone said that he was working the other bar, and to hold on.

When Bill came to the phone, I told him I was Mike and I was in there a few days ago. He said I remember you. I have been waiting for you to call, I thought we were going to get together. I told him yeah we would sometime and hung up. I couldn't believe it--that was a gay bar, and Mike had been in there. I then knew tonight was going to be the night.

I jumped in the shower and scrubbed all over; I made sure my virgin ass was clean. I grabbed some lube and hid it in the living room, where I knew we would be watching TV. When Mike arrived home, he handed me a beer and put a movie on. A hour or so into the movie and a few beers later, I pretended to be hot and took off my shirt and jeans and lay on the floor in my boxers. Let me describe my self at the time I was 18 years young and 6' tall 180 pounds of pure boy muscle. Extremely tan and hardly any hair.

As the movie went on and the beer started to disappear, I got up and pretended to be drunk. I asked Mike if he would help me to my room. He agreed, he picked me up in his arms and carried me into his room. I pretended not to know the difference. He began to walk out, and I said, "Wait, Mike I need to tell you something, come over here."

He sat down on the side of the bed. I sat up and said, "Mike you know I'm 18 now and I know exactly what I want. I want you, and I want you bad. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone that your gay, if you don't tell them that I'm gay."

He looked startled, scared, and denied it, until I mentioned the bar name--then he a look of shock came over his face. I reached around his big body, and we kissed so deep it gave me a instant hard on. I told him that I wanted him to fuck my face and ass. Boy did he. Mike quickly undressed both of us, and stuck his cock in my mouth. Yeah it was great, the only thing that was wrong was that it was 6" soft 10" when it was hard. I had not taken this into account.

I sucked on his cock for at least 10 minutes, struggling to get as much of it as possible in my mouth. Then Mike pulled it out of my mouth, and said it was time make me a man. He asked for some lube, I laughed and said it was in the living room. I quickly retrieved it. When I got back Mike was on his back pointing his dick straight up. I lubed up my ass and his cock ,and began to lower my self onto it.

At first, I thought he was going to rip me in half, due to the immediate painful sensation as by muscles were initially stretched, but as we worked it, it began to feel incredible, and I was soon begging for him to fuck me hard. Mike commanded that I bend over the bed, facing the mirrored closets. I did, and I watched him fuck my ass to explosion for both of us.

I had never felt so goo--my whole body shook. We didn't clean up; we lay in each other's arms all night. The next days were repeats of the night before. Mike and I continued to suck and fuck for the next few years. My parents never suspected a thing. Mike is living single, and can never commit to a relationship, because he can't deal with coming out.

Me? I'm very happy and now in a gay relationship. Wow, that first night was the night of my life. Mike, my hairy big dick stud gave me exactly what I needed-direction. Thanks Mike,





Bagboy delivers

"Would you like some help out to your car, sir?" the bagboy hottie asked with a huge smile.

"Why, yes, that would be very helpful," I said as I watched him put the final two bags of groceries in my cart. I'd noticed him as soon as I walked in the neighborhood grocery store known for hiring local teens to work there. This kid was different though in that he was huge, not fat--huge. I judged him to be somewhere in his late teens, maybe early 20's, his muscles working hard to keep pace with his bone growth. He was at least a few inches over 6 feet with black curly hair. He wore the store's uniform blue pants and white polo shirt the difference on him was that he didn't wear a belt and the pants were held up by a very promising bulge along the zipper and below, and his beautiful bubble butt the two mounds caught my eye as I entered the store seeing the kid reach far for some groceries and those mounds dimpling in reaction. It took all my power to keep my hands on my shopping cart and not sample a cheek as I walked by.

There was no question that I'd get in the line where he was bagging had to watch him a real friendly kid - probably weighed about 180 and from the looks of it, mostly hard muscle. He had the kind of body that if worked on, he could eventually be over 250 pounds of massive man muscle.

His chest stretched the polo shirt, even with all the buttons open I was betting that those pecs were really suckable - firm and warm. But the thing that got me hard and kept me that way was that he seemed to be wearing pants a couple of waist sizes too big for him, maybe to fit his bulging leg muscles, no belt. In any case, he was lucky to have his ass holding them up since the pants kind of almost fanned out upward at his waist. He kept tucking his shirt in, and it would pull out every time he stretched for an item to bag. With no t-shirt underneath, we were all being treated to some pretty spectacular male flesh.

Twice before my items were rung up and I was in line, he was able to take a little break from bagging he tucked in the shirt and then stood there with his thick vein etched arms hanging at his sides. I don't know why the sight of his pants waist being so loose excited me so much. Maybe it was because I imagined sliding one hand down front to grab his dick, one down back to finger his ass, and then feeling him shudder in ecstasy.

"Nice car, mister!" the kid said as he finished putting the bags in the trunk.

"Thanks, want to try 'er out?" I asked, smiling at him, stepping away from the open driver's door. The excited kid shot by me and plopped into the driver's seat, his shoulder brushing me in his rush. I shut the door and tried to burn into my brain the view I was getting looking straight down at this kid's crotch and watching his over developed thigh muscles flex under the pants fabric as he settled in. His hands grasped the soft leather steering wheel which he squeezed a bit I watched his biceps and triceps bunch and stretch against the sleeve of his polo shirt. I imagined one of those fists wrapped around my tool. Sitting in my car, he was a kid in a candy store and I was in the same store. But we were interested in two different kinds of candy.

"I've never driven anything this nice," he said smiling up at me, flashing two rows of perfect white teeth.

"I only live a few blocks away. You're welcome to drive home with me, help unload the car, and I'll bring you back to work. You could drive the whole way." I'd give anything to have this stud near me.

"Nothat's okayreal trustworthy of you, but it's kinda busy today and I've still got some time left on my shift," he said climbing out of the car. "By the way, I'm JohnJohn Tanner," he said extending his hand. His handshake was firm again, that image of his fist pumping my cock seared into my brain as I felt the warmth of his grip. I was stiff in my jeans.

"You look pretty trustworthy yourself, John. I'm AllenAllen Giffen. The offer to take this baby out for a spin stands. I live over on Hazel510. Stop by when you're off your shiftif you'd like. Otherwise, I'll see you next time I need some bagging."

I stood at my car, unable to make myself get in when the option of watching that muscle kid walk back in the store was available that ass! He was one of those guys who had just a slight sway in his walk, not at all feminine, but where the cheeks seem to grind against each other in a small back and forth rotation. Right before he went in the door, he turned around, seemed very happy that I was still looking in his direction, and waved.

A few hours later, I had already given up on seeing my bagboy. Not surprisingwhy would a kid show up at some middle aged guy's house that had obviously cruised him at work? That's provided the kid was sharp enough to know he was being cruised. I really couldn't tell.

A half hour later when my doorbell rang, I was at first amazed that the pizza had arrived since I had only called it in 5 minutes before. My plan was to watch one of my porn CDs one that had a guy in it who reminded me of the bagger. Grabbing my wallet and throwing open the door, I was quite surprised, pleasantly, to see John standing there smiling instead of my pizza.

"Surprised to see me?" he asked.

"A bityeah. I ordered a pizza and thought you were it. You don't happen to also work delivering pizzas, do you?" I asked with a laugh. He seemed nervous and I wanted to ease the atmosphere.

"Nono pizza boyI came because you said to stop by if I wanted to take a spin in your car" Again, he looked really nervous. I was curious to see where all this would lead.

"Sure! I told you the offer stood. C'mon in! Interested in helping me eat the pizza when it comes? Then we could take the car for a spin," I said grabbing his arm and pulling him inside my house.

This whole time I was drinking in what he was wearing. He must have stopped home after his shift. The faded black jeans he had changed into fitlike a calfskin glove. That ass looked like it was about to rip the rear seam as he walked in my living room. I'd guess he had owned them quite a while and had pretty much outgrown them but he was still able to coax them to stretch just enough to fit. He had on a pair of brown loafers, no socks. What made him look positively edible was that he had on a school jacket, I assumed his, from a local private high school, red with white leather sleeves the Bulldogs logo smack in the middle of the back, "Yeah, I bet you can be a little bulldog," I thought. The bulky bright jacket over the faded black jeans gave the illusion that John's upper body was huge, but on closer examination, those thighs, ass and package in front evened out the contest. In the middle of the room, he turned to face me, hands jammed into the coat pockets almost squeezing the jacket shut. "SureI guess somaybe notmaybe I should just come some other time," John said starting to walk back towards me. I grabbed his arms.

"John, take it easy. It's only a pizza! If you'd rather just take a drive in the car...fuck the pizza, let's go," I said with a smile. I felt his arms relax apart and his shoulders dropped.

"My God, John!"

"What? What's wrong?" John asked getting all tense again.

"You're not wearing a shirt" I said. When his arms relaxed, the jacket had opened. What shocked me was how ripped the kid was. He not only had a defined six pack, but along with it, thanks to the fact that I now discovered the jeans were low rise, the skin covering his lower stomach was a map of protruding veins leading into his crotch. His torso appeared to be hairless with the exception of a black treasure trail, of which I was blessed with seeing a number of inches of due to the low-waist pants.

"I shouldn't have comethis was a really bad idea," said John as he started to barrel by me aiming for the door. Without taking the time to think things through, I grabbed John by one arm, pressed my other hand into his six pack, and gave him a shove forcing him into an easy chair. He fell back in the chair, a scared look on his face, his legs were spread open, arms over the sides of the chair, and his school jacket spread open revealing his hard muscled torso. He was panting, hard.

"John, I'm not going to let you leave till you calm down! Jesus! What is going on?"

John leaned forward, put his elbows on his knees, put a hand on each side of his head which was hanging down, and with his black locks curling around his fingers said to the carpeting, "You seem like a really nice guyI saw the way you were looking at me in the storefigured you were interested inmemaybe..." He looked up at me with the last word looking like he was about to cry.

"I am interested in you, Johnreal interested."

"Really?" John stood up and took a step toward me, "Ya see, I've never done anything with another guy before. I've wanted tobut was always afraid. You seemed really nice and I thought"

"You're a very hot guy, John. And I'm honored that you decided you could trust me. I won't betray that trust," I said as I reached up and put a hand on John's neck, gently massaging it. He closed his eyes and sighed. I took the opportunity to slowly take more of him in with my eyes. This was more than manna from heaven. This was a meal from a five star restaurant, and I was eager to get started on the appetizer. But I figured we should go slowly so I suggested we sit on the couch and talk while waiting for the pizza.

John was the youngest in his family of 4 siblings, the only boy. His whole family was athletic. He was a junior in high school, though he'd been held back a year in junior high, had turned 18 four months earlier and played most of the sports his high school had to offer (kind of easy to figure out though, with his jacket covered in letters). His favorite was football. Last year, he had been the first sophomore in the school's history named a football co-captain. He told me he went out with girls regularly, usually in group dates. Though he'd done some pretty heavy stuff with them, he was still a virgin as far as never having docked his submarine in a port.

The pizza arrived and we dove into it. John ate twice as much as I did; I'd forgotten what a food machine the teenage body is. Though I was hesitant, he begged me for some of the beer I had. He told me that his parents actually allowed him to drink beer at home as long as he stayed there and that actually, though he broke the rule that night (he confided to me with that coy smile that sent waves of pleasure directly to my dick) by having had a couple of beers at home to psyche himself up to come over to my house.

By the time we finished the pizza and our beers, we were both relaxed and a bit buzzed. John had slid down on the couch. His legs were spread open, one pressed against my leg. As we talked, I reached over and massaged his inner thigh. His leg was really firm. He'd taken his jacket off earlier and tossed it on another chair. He spread his legs more, pressing against the one against mine, as I rubbed that sports hardened thigh. Taking my cue, I reached with my other hand and did the same to his six-pack.

"Mmmmmmmthat feels really nice, guy," said John.

"That's the idea, football boy," I chuckled. I could see that he was hard and figured that I might need to be careful not to set him off too early so I decided against moving my thigh hand to his dick.

"Okay with you if I get more comfortable?" I asked as I stood up, stood a few feet in front of him and started undressing, not too fast, but not too slow, didn't want to scare the kid.

"Suresurethat's okay," said John as he shifted himself back up into more of a seated position.

For an "old" guy (that's anything over 30 to someone in school) I knew that my body couldn't compete with the bunch of muscles resting on the couch in front of me, but I'm not in bad shape.

"Wow! You've got a lotta hairall over," said John, checking me out with the old elevator look. I knelt down between John's spread legs, figuring he'd be more comfortable if I took the initiative at the moment.

"You've got a terrific body on you, Johnreallyreallynice," I said as I started running my hands over his torso, from waist to neck, every once in a while bending my fingers a bit so he'd get a touch of nail running on his skin. Close up, I could see that the kid had absolutely no hair there except the treasure trail. His dick, ass and legs were still covered with the worn denim.

"I don't want you to be uncomfortable, or for you to do anything you don't want to do. At any point, you tell me to stop, and I will. At any point you want to leave, just get up and leave. That sound good to you, John?" I asked. By now, my one hand was running slowly up and down one of John's calves, with the other, I played with that thin black row of hair that started at his belly button. Looking at me with what appeared to be pretty trusting dark eyes, John nodded slowly. I moved both hands back to his torso and leaned forward on my knees. John had scooted down once again on the couch, his ass near the edge. As I leaned forward, running my hands lightly over his muscled torso, my midsection pressed against his crotch. His eyes jerked open a bit more for a second as his body reacted to the new touch.

"I bet you've got a really nice dick. You'd have toto go with the rest of this. Can I see it, John? Can I take it out?" I said this and more, all about what a perfect dick he must be equipped with, eventually unbuttoning his pants and pulling down the zipper. We kept eye contact and as I grabbed the waist of his pants, he signaled his agreement by lifting his hips ever so slightly so I could pull the pants down to mid-thigh.

He did have a nice dick, and lots of pubic hair. I made a mental note to suggest that he trim himself a bit, not only to make his dick look bigger, but future mouths he put his dick in would appreciate having a little less reason to floss out some curlies after taking a hot load of his teen juice. Of course he was hard, had been for a while. Teen dick. Talk about something that had a mind of its own. All it ever wanted was pleasure, and all your senses would join the party once the little man hardened up.

"Oh, yeah. This is nice. You're lucky, John. You've got a beauty here." I kept it up, remembering that at that age, the best thing you could hear from a sex partner was what a great body and lover you were. I also moved my mouth closer and closer to his cock. As I talked, my words and warm breath fell on the stalk. It was pointing straight up toward John's face. He stared at my face, wide eyed. I stopped talking, kept my eyes on his face, opened my mouth wide and started shooting bursts of air on the teen cock. I could sense it pulsing over and over in response. And the precum started flowing. During this, I took John's loafers off and worked his pants completely off. He just kept flexing his dick in response to the waves of heat, and moaned a bit.

"Can I touch it, John? Can I feel how hard it is? Please, can I? I want to hold itreal badI want to feel its warmthplease?" I straightened up a bit as I wrapped my hands around the prize. I stuck some fingers in the pool of sticky precum, wiped it on the kid's dick, scooped up more, wiped more, and got him nice and lubed. He was so hot, he was panting.

I opened my mouth, letting my tongue rest on my bottom lip, and moved toward his dick. I had it bent slightly toward me, not enough to cause him any discomfort, but enough so that I could get my mouth on it without turning into a contortionist. Stopping less than an inch from the stretched skin of his dickhead, I kept up the hot breaths.

"Oh fuckoh fuckoh fuck," came out of John's mouth as each mass of air rippled over his skin. I pulled his dick ever so slightly so the side of his dickhead slapped against my tongue, and then slid the dickhead very slowly on my tongue.

"Uugggghhhhhhhh," came out of my mouth. John mimicked the sound in reaction to the hot air combined with the vibrations of the sounds and what that was doing to the nerve endings in his dick. I worked one hand underneath and got busy kneading one of John's butt cheeks. I moved forward a minute amount and closed my mouth over the dickhead, sealing my lips underneath the rim of the head. That was all it took.

"Fuck!" John screamed as his body went rigid. His legs shot out on either side of me and a burst of cum hit the roof of my mouth. I quickly moved my mouth away, aimed the bazooka toward John's face and milked it. Stream after stream of teen cum poured forth. It was quite impressive. By the time it was just a dribble, he'd managed to get two long streams going up his stomach and chest, and one that landed on his cheek and neck, and puddles of milky fluid splattered on his smooth heaving torso. "I am so sorry, Allen. I made a mess. Did I kick you?" John fell all over himself apologizing.

"What are you apologizing for, John? You didn't do anything bad to me, not at all. In fact, I enjoyed what just happened as much as you did. And I could see that you really enjoyed it. Didn't you, John? Didn't it feel good?" As I said this I rubbed the cum on his cheek in a circular motion, as John's breathing gradually returned to a more normal rate. He was covered with a film of sweat. The combined smells of his sweat and cum were intoxicating.

"Besides, now that you've cum, it just means that it will take you longer to cum the second time. You can enjoy it more." I stuck two cum coated fingers into John's mouth and let him suck on them.

I stood up, still standing between his spread legs. By now, his ass was off the couch, his arms spread out to the side on the seat cushionstotally relaxed in that "after climax" glow. I stared down at him, my hands on my hips. My dick was hard. It had been hard the whole time. It had been dripping the whole time. The quiet in my living room was overpowering. We could hear each other breathing, and that was it. We both watched as a heavy drop of precum fell from my cock to his abs, mixing with his own sweat and cum.

"What's next on the menu, muscle boy?" I asked finally, breaking the silence, as I grabbed my dick and leaned forward. His eyes were on my dick. His mouth opened slightly. I got my answer and stood up on the couch, legs spread out on either side of this kid.

"Just watch your teeth, okay? Do whatever you want, just don't let me feel your teeth on my dick that hurts." John's head rested back on the couch. He waited as I brought my dick to him. I could see his tongue twitching slightly as my rocket approached. I stopped a few inches from his mouth; he looked at my face questioningly and opened his mouth wider. I moved in an inch closer, he lifted his head toward the prizeI pulled awayand chuckled.

"Leave your mouth open for now. Just leave it open. Don't do anything else," I said. John just stared at me and dropped his mouth open. With my dick in hand, I rested it inside his mouth on his tongue. "Nothin'...leave it! Just breathe, Johnny, just breathe." I took my dick out and rubbed it around his face. Every few rotations, I'd bring it back to his trough of a mouth to get more of his spit to help my little man slide around the kid's face.

"Lick 'em!" I ordered, as my balls reached his mouth as I rolled my dick back and forth over his nose. He lickedlike a good boy. And good boys are given prizes.

"Here ya go, Johnny. Make me proud," I whispered as I brought my dickhead to his mouth and moved forward. There's something about getting your dick sucked by someone who's never done it before that really gets me going. There's an urgency to their sucking. They're not sure exactly what to do, they just know to suck. So they suck like a Hoover. Not much technique, but in this case, John's desire to please me was quite erotic.

This newbie was really turning my crank. I watched John's cheeks balloon with each insertion as I grabbed the back of the couch on either side of him to steady myself. John had his hands on my ass. I could feel him pulling me, trying to get more dick in his mouth. The kid was unbelievable. I was losing it. Finally, almost there, I grabbed his head with both my hands and started fucking his face like a madman. I came in torrents, oblivious to the choking grunts the teenager was making.

When I came back down to earth, I realized that my dick was no longer in John's mouth, it was even starting to deflate, and was dripping some remnant cock snot onto John's heaving chest. I looked down at John and realized what I had done. He had cum all over his face. It was obvious that I had face-fucked him hard enough to make my cum shoot out of his nose.

"Johnny, Johnny, I am so sorry that I did that," I said as I grabbed his face and stepped down off the couch, once again standing between his legs. While wiping as much cum off his face as I could, I continued to babble my apology, terrified that this hefty teen was about to pummel me into another dimension. The choking and coughing gradually stopped and his breathing slowed down enough for him to talk.

"Allen, that was the most fucking fantastic thing I've ever done. I never knew that sucking dick could be so hot. Look." He pointed to his stomach. There was a fresh load of cum. The kid had had a hands free orgasm from the face fuck. He really was into it.

"John, you'd better go take a shower. I think you've done enough for one night. I know I have. But anytime you want to make a delivery here, just show up."

John stood up, inches in front of me. He pressed into me, his smooth cum and sweat covered torso pressing against my hairy one, put his arms around me and kissed me. Breaking the kiss, he held the embrace and whispered in my ear, "I'll take that shower on one condition. You take it with me. And I want you to make the deliveryhere," he said as he gently moved my arms behind him and put my hands on his ass. I pulled him toward me, he clenched his glutes. I forced a digit into his sweaty heated asscrack from the top and slowly ran it up and down the trench.

"Yesyesyesthereright there" the teen breathed into my ear as his arms pulled me into a tighter embrace.





Iced flip side

I had had my eye on Aleksey since the skating season began. He was the new partner for Tonya in the ice pairs division, and he was sheer sex on ice. He was all dark, brooding good looks; muscle and power and with curly black hair on his arms and legs and swirling around his pecs and diving in a wide path down into his leotard. He wore his jet black hair long, in a pony tail, with a few strands loose across his face, only seeming to hide his piercing eyes and sensual mouth, making them all the more desirable.

The public was able to see the loop ring through one ear, but only those of us who saw him in practice and in the showers knew of the ring through a nipple and the other, maddenly intriguing one down below, in the helmet of his cock.

All season long, I had agonized over the thought of that cock ring running up and down my ass canal, but Aleksey had hardly spoken to me at all, let alone given me a tumble. The lack of attention and interminable waiting only made me love and want him more.

I knew he fucked men. I was well aware of his ritual of having a good fuck the day before competitions, but he'd always had his own friends around him to accommodate him for that at least until now. None of his usual male friends were in this competition, and he was so on edge that I could tell he hadn't gotten his rocks off since Skate Canada, two weeks previously. I'd watched him just now in practice, and he was so unsettled that his timing was off. I was afraid he was going to drop Tonya to the ice during one of their lifts. He must have been afraid of this as well, as I saw him send her off the ice and start to furiously skim the ice on his own, practicing his moves, trying to get them under control.

I wanted Aleksey to love me, and in order for that to happen, I had to maneuver him into making love to me. No time seemed to be better than the present, so I glided out onto the ice and started some practice warm-ups for my singles routine, hoping to attract his attention.

My timing had been right. I could see instantly that he was watching me. And I could see the desire building in his eyes and his groin coming to life. You can't hide much in an ice skater's practice leotard, and Aleksey was so mammoth down there to start with, that any building of sexual energy there was impossible to hide. For performances, he wore a cup that kept his manhood reasonably within bounds, without disguising it to a point of disappointing the women spectators and a good many of the men spectators as well. But in practice, he didn't bother with a cup, and I could see him lengthen and thicken as I skimmed across the ice.

He skated over to the boards and pulled off his practice T-shirt and came back out to center ice and did some magnificent spins that were not part of his current pairs routine. He was doing them for me. My heart began to pound.

I skated over to the boards and removed my T as well. My smooth, lithe blondness complimented his dark, hairy muscle pack perfectly. I was a youthful yang to his older, experienced yin; I was compliant, soft, seeking bottom to his urgently needy, hard top.

We started to skate in relationship to each other, our glides and spins and jumps coming into a shared rhythm and into a complimentary pattern. We also skated in ever-tighter circles, in toward each other until, in a cloud of ice shavings, we both stopped dead, facing each other, very close. Both of our chests were heaving from the intensity of the syncopated ice dance. He leaned his head down to me as I tilted my head up, meeting his lips with mine. Our tongues twined, and I felt a flash of recognition and pleasure zip through his body as he discovered I had a knob-headed stud in my tongue. I could feel the wheels turning in his head concerning the pleasure I could give his cock with that stud, just as I was melting in anticipation of what his cock ring could do in my ass.

With one hand on my butt and the other on the small of my back, Aleksey arched my torso back and attacked erect nipples with his lips and teeth, leaving me in no doubt about his need and his intention to ravish my body. I rewarded the hot attention he was giving my body with little yips of pleasure and pain and buried my fingers first in the curls of his chest and then in the hair on his head, giving at least token indication of trying to pull him off me, but only releasing his long black hair from the pony tail to flutter across my face, shoulders, and chest, giving me more points of pleasure. My fingers slipped away from his hair and fell limply at my side, as he lifted me off the ice and slid my body up his while moving his lips and teeth down to my belly and navel, which was pierced with a gold ring that got a workout from his tongue, teeth, and lips.

He then let me slide down his body onto my knees on the ice and pushed my face into his crotch.

"Suck me," he said, "And then I'm going to fuck you." I thrilled at hearing those words, which I had longed to hear for months. Without hesitation, I pulled his leotard down to below his pelvis and began working his cock with my mouth. He gasped at what I was able to do with that stud in my tongue. I had barely gotten him hardened up, however, when he pulled me back up to where he could lock his mouth onto mine. I wrapped my legs around him above his hips, and he skated over to where the boards broke to accommodate a judges' table. The urgency of his need was apparent. He seemed like a wild animal in heat now, focused only on his own sex urge. I had envisioned romance and a lover, and I was getting raped by a fucking machine.

Flipping me around, Aleksey laid me on the table chest down, pulled my leotard down to my knees, and went for my asshole with his tongue. With one hand on the small of my back, Aleksey held me down on the table. The other hand explored my cock and balls and gave them some appreciated attention.

Quickly, though, he had my ass wettened with his tongue and widened with his roaming fingers, and he crouched up and over me and got the helmet of his cock into my ass opening. I could feel the coldness of the ring. I whimpered and complained under him as he worked to gain entry. I wanted love; I wanted him to make slow, sensual love to me, not just to ravish me. His cock was huge, and my whimpers increased to gasps of pain and objection as he pushed insistently into me a few inches. He stopped the assault, giving my ass canal a chance to adjust to the size of his cock, and then, punctuated by my exclamations in French, obviously not caring about how he was using me, he pushed on in to the hilt. The cock ring caused my ass walls to ripple and tremble as it drove up my canal.

But this was what I wanted. And as my ass accommodated his billy club, the pain subsided and the pleasure flowed in. My objections turned to moans and sighs and more accommodating French phrases, as my tight little ass opened to him. He began to slowly pump me.

He dug his hands into my pecs and pulled me up to his hairy chest. The silkiness of his hair on my smooth back was sensual. Acknowledging my sighs, He turned my head to his, and we kissed. I looked at him with a dreamy expression and searched for the English that would express what I was experiencing; I certainly couldn't express myself in Russian.

"The cock stud," I said. "The feeling."

"You like?" he asked.

"Yes, I like very much," I said. "Please. Can you fuck harder?"

"Sure," he said, although he didn't respond immediately. He twisted my torso so that he could get his teeth at one of my nipples, and I gasped and moaned at the attention he gave me there.

After a few minutes, he let my torso descend back onto the table top. But then he was trying to turn me onto my back on the table. In his urgency and realizing that he wouldn't be able to strip off my practice leotard over my skates, he lifted his own skate-clad foot and sliced through the crotch of my pants, freeing my legs. Then he slowly spun me around on the table top on the spit of his still-buried cock, turned me on my back, and lifting my legs in the air with his hands. My hands fluttered up his torso, following the silk trail of the hair, and he began to deep fuck me. I was letting out little yelps of pleasure and whispering sweet nothings to him in French. He seemed not to be listening to me, to only be tuning in on his own cock. I then began jerking myself off, pushed by the need, but disappointed that he was only thinking of himself and his own needs. I was beginning to cry. This wasn't the romance I had expected from my long-anticipated lover.

When he was about to cum, he pulled out of me and shot off across my belly and up into my pecs. He buried a fist in my long blond hair, lifted his head to mine, and gave me what he obviously intended to be one last, deep, brutal, good-bye kiss. But, while we kissed, I took his cock in my hands and pulled his still-hard dick back into me. I was desperately trying to get him to focus on me; to give me some love, not just a fuck that would relieve his own pressure, enhance his own performance on the ice.

I grabbed his butt cheeks, holding him inside me, and writhed under him, my lips flying through his curly chest hairs and into his pits. I was doing everything I could to arouse him again, to make him want me. I nipped his nipples and rolled my tongue stud over the flesh of his torso. I wrapped my strong legs around him, below his buttocks, and I felt his cock coming to life again.

He had thought we were finished, but I thought he had more to give, more to give me, and I proved to be right. This time, I wrapped the strong fingers of a hand around his balls and rolled and pulled them and held him to my pelvis until, many long minutes later, with me fucking myself on Aleksey's cock with the rhythm of my strong leg muscles, Aleksey had cum deep inside me once more.

I just knew I had him now, that now he would become my tender lover, just the way I had envisioned. But I was wrong. All he had wanted was sexual release so that he could perform well in tomorrow's competition. Without further endearments, he just pulled out and away from me and left me laying there, spread-eagled on the judges' table. He skated back out to the center of the ice, performing a perfect triple salchow jump to show me that I had only been part of his routine. Then he skated over to the boards at the other side of the rink, snatched up his athlete T, and skated back to the exit to the locker rooms, not looking back to me at all.

I lay there on the table, sobbing my disappointment and my feeling of being used.

I saw movement in the stands, and my coach rose from a seat and slowly descended the rows of empty stadium seats to the table where I lay. He was bundled up in a long coat to counter the cold air lifting off the ice into the stands. I had no idea how long he'd been sitting in the rink or how much of my encounter with Aleksey he'd seen.

He sat down on the table beside me, his hands deep in the pockets of his coat, and let out a long sigh. He was clucking endearments to me, telling me not to cry. That Aleksey was a pig who had a well-earned reputation of using other skaters to solely serve his needs.

I wiped my eyes, trying to stop the crying, struggled to get back up on my skates at the edge of the judges' table, and started to pull at the tattered fabric of my leotards. Suddenly I felt the need to be covered.

But the hands came out of my coach's coat, and he pulled me toward him, whispering encouragement and comfort to me. He opened his coat and pulled me up into his lap, my back to his chest. He was naked inside the coat, and his cock was fully erect and standing at attention. He gently lifted me with arms around my chest, and lowered my ass onto his cock, penetrating me easily and pulling me down until my butt cheeks felt his wiry pubic hair. He enveloped me in his warm coat and nuzzled his lips into the side my neck and rocked me back and forth in a gentle in and out motion of his cock under the power of his undulating hips that continued long after he had flooded my insides with his cum. This was just what I had wanted from Aleksey. But even now, I knew it was just my coach in a long line of men who would use me.



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