Muscle Club

His entire cock contracts and a blast of hot cum pounds into the back of my throat, he's moaning and thrusting as his cock jerks and jerks and the salty spunk fills my mouth, and now he pulls out and his cock is spraying cum all over, the warm liquid splashing up the side of my face and into my hair, his cumslit gaping in front of me, spitting out strands of white jism, his abs flexing, his ass contracting as his entire lower body forces the cum out of his meaty cock, sprays it all over my face, and then he slaps his dick against my cheek as the few last shots ooze out before sliding his wet rubbery cockhead down to my mouth again, so hot and slippery and hard against my sensitive skin, the weight of his cockhead smearing salty cream onto my lips, and I lick his drooling cumslit as his cockmuscles keep pulsing, cum dangling from his flexing tip, which I lap up greedily.

"Fuck that felt good," he says, finally stepping back from me, stroking his cock a few times, then flicking cum and saliva off his fingers. He grins wolfishly and looks at his cum on my face, then down at my massive erection, standing up straight, pointed right at my face, quivering with my lust.

"Damn, you're huge!" he says, and he can't resist wrapping one of his strong hands around my cock, and we both feel it swell in his firm grasp, quivering and hot, and he runs his hand all the way down my shaft and all the way back up, filling every inch of my dick with fiery trembling, sending electric darts shooting through my body, my balls churning, my eyes rolling back in my head. My skin's so tight I can feel it straining over every swollen muscular inch of my cock, feel the pent-up desire at the base of my cock like a constant ache.

"You're so fucking hard!" And now he wraps both of his hands around my cock, taking in the feeling of my massive meat pulsing in his grip as I moan in pleasure. And then suddenly he presses his wet dick against mine, lies it flat against my cock so our cockheads are together, and he wraps his hands around our dicks, starts sliding them up and down while I feel his sticky skin hardening; he's such a virile stud that his cock's swelling against mine already even though his cum still drips down my face. "You're so fucking hot," he's saying.

"There are condoms in my jacket pocket," I groan. "You know what to do."

"You're right. I know exactly what to do. I know what this fucking hot cock needs." He goes to my jacket where I tossed it earlier, his fully erect dick swaying, his perfect ass wobbling, and he comes back and—oh fuck, he takes out the condom and slides it over MY cockhead, rolls it down my shaft. "Fuck me with that massive cock," he says. "I want to feel it inside me." And he spits on my cock, lubes it up. I can barely believe it, but I'm not going to question it.

He takes my place in the chair and pulls his legs right up to his chest, exposing himself to me. I walk up to him, my entire body trembling with lust, my legs shaking so hard I can barely stand. I press my cockhead to this tight hole, feel the resistance against my cockhead, which swells against the latex interior of the condom. "You want it? You want my fucking cock?"

"Shove that fat cock deep inside me. Fuck me. Do it now." And I thrust forward, feel my cockhead slide into him—he's so incredibly tight and hot on my dick, and he gasps and wriggles, breathing heavily, his body tensing, the sweat dripping down his chest as I slide an inch deeper. He groans, his ass clenching around my cock. I let him adjust, slide back a little. "No, I can take it. Keep going. Keep fucking going!" so I push my meat further into him, my hard cock in his tight, hot ass, and he's moaning, starting to stroke himself off, his sharp teeth glinting as he bites down on his lower lip, ah fuck ah fuck you're so big you're so fucking big I'm being split apart—

"What the FUCK is going on here?" We both jump with surprise, his ass clenching on my cock. Standing in the doorway is Brett, a look of astonishment on his face, a towel wrapped around his waist, his muscled torso gleaming.

"What does it fucking look like?" Damon shouts back. "Either come in, or shut the fucking door! And you—" he says to me, "—what're you fucking STOPPING for?"

Thinking about how much he really wants me to fuck him almost causes me to lose it. I have to shut my eyes and try to think about anything except the hot tightness gripping my cock. I hear the door shut and I slowly start fucking him again, my cock now about three-quarters of the way in, driving deeper and deeper into him. And suddenly I feel that same hard body pressing against my back and ass, just like when I was onstage. Except this time the cock that's probing my ass is rock-hard, lubed up, and covered in latex. Did he actually come here WEARING it? He must've heard what was going on.

"All right. We doing this?" Brett's deep voice rumbles in my ear, and I obediently lean forward, cramming myself deeper into Damon's tight hole, exposing my ass to the thick cock behind me, which penetrates me, splits me apart with seven inches of heat and iron muscles. He starts fucking me, slapping my ass, getting deeper until he's bottoming out, his balls pressing against my skin, Fuck you have a greedy ass don't you, yeah take my cock—

It's so fucking amazing, feeling his hard body pressed against my back and ass, his rock-hard abs flexing against my skin, his hips pounding against me with incredible force, his deep breath groaning in my ears, sweat dripping off his hot skin as he shoves his fat dick further into my ass, the force of his thrust driving me deeper into Damon—that's right, Brett's actually fucking me deeper into Damon's tender, tight ass, our combined strength pounding into him as his hot ass tries to wring the cum out of my massive cock, his body shaking and sweating as I pound into him, his moist cock rubbing against my stomach as I lean over him, being pounded from behind, leaning against his round swollen pecs, grabbing his bulging arms and hearing his moans and the slapping sounds of our skin, smelling the heavy musk of our sex and manly sweat, getting faster and rougher and Yeah take my fat cock, you're so fucking tight, so fucking tight—and Fuck you're so huge you're so fucking big—

Brett is filling me with the strength of his muscled piston, the sweat pouring off him and onto me, groaning in my ear, driving me insane with lust, and then he shoves into me so hard that my entire cock rams into Damon, who gasps and writhes, starts jerking off his dick even more rapidly as my hips make contact with his thighs; he's moaning and swearing and wriggling on the chair as I start to pound the entire length of my cock into him again and again, my balls slapping against his ass, his ass pressing against my pelvis, the sweat pouring off me, the intense agony swelling my cock inside him, fuck he's so tight so tight, and Brett's brawny cock's pounding into my ass, his sweaty muscles rubbing my back, his teeth grazing my ear, grinning; I tighten my ass, try to wring the cum out of him, try to make his hot dick explode; he moans, his thrusts get faster, the force ramming through me and into Damon, making his muscles ripple, his pecs flex as he strokes his moist cock, and—

"Fuck I can't take it I'm gonna blow my fucking load!"—the scream tears out of my throat, I jerk out of Damon's tight ass, rip off the condom, and a blast of thick hot wet cum rockets out of my cock, splashes Damon's face, Brett keeps fucking me while contractions squeeze my dick like muscular fists even while that thick cock keeps pounding faster and faster into my ass, forcing the cum out of my meaty firehose, the white spunk blasting thick and hot through the air, my balls tingling, Damon jerking himself furiously as my jizz lands on his cock, lubes it up—

And now Brett's screaming "Fuck I'm gonna cum, gonna fucking cum!" and he pulls out of me, steps beside me and cum gushes out of his fat dick onto Damon, both our cocks jerking as we press them together, I'm feeling his cockhead pulse against mine, watching his cum spray onto me and soak Damon's stomach and his raw wet cock, cum squishing between his stroking fingers, soaking into his pubes; I get down on my knees, suck Damon's semen-slicked balls into my mouth, feel how tight his sack is, feel the muscles at the base of his cock tightening, tightening, fuck that feels so good so fucking good oh fuck I'm gonna cum I'm gonna fucking CUM!

And his cock flexes in his hand, slaps my forehead as semen bursts out of his cumslit, drenches his abs, his hand pounding up and down his shaft while the last drops of cum fall off Brett's cock and land on Damon's balls; I lap everything up, so warm and salty as Damon moans and jerks, the cum flying onto his hot tan skin, my nostrils full of sweat and spunk, choking on the manly odours, his body heat blazing against my face, my sore cock dripping onto the floor, my mouth moving up the underside of his twitching cock, feeling the ripples of his orgasm against my skin, hearing the squelching noise of the cum bursting out of his cumslit; he stops stroking himself, lets my tongue take him to the end of his orgasm as I lick the last bursts of cum off his cockhead, let his magnificent dick lie flat on his soaked stomach.

He's panting, eyes closed, that wolfish grin sneaking onto his face as I look up from his spent cock, then glance at Brett, his eyes laughing, breathing heavily, shaking his cock dry. "We sure put on a show," he says. "Too bad all those guys out there didn't get to see it."

"If they only knew," I say, shaking my head. "If they only knew...."