LeicsDom
JUB Addict
With one hand gripping and jerking my hard cock, the other pulling hard on my big ball sac, I stood there beneath the forceful spray of the shower moaning softly. My eyes were tightly shut and my imagination was ablaze with the most erotic scenes, all involving the most handsome and sexiest man I had ever clapped eyes on. My uncut cock was so hard as I slowly eased off wanking, I could see crystal clear pre-cum dribbling from the end. I loved to edge my dick as it meant for a more intense and plentiful orgasm later. I released it from my grip and watched as it drooped and softened, almost disappointedly. Time to clean up and get changed. I stopped the shower grabbed my towel, wrapped it around myself and opened the cubicle door to walk to the lockers.
He was still here! The object of my desire. The man – no – a demigod – of my dreams.
“What’s the world record for a cock going soft to hard?” I thought, wondering if anyone had actually researched this. It was a silly thought designed to take my mind away from the fact that I was struggling to hide a now rock-hard throbbing cock beneath my towel. It had literally taken seconds to get into this state. The demigod was just a metre or so away from me and no one else was around – it was 9.30pm in a deserted changing room. I had spotted him just several weeks ago – a newbie at my local sports centre. He followed the same routine as me: swimming followed by a vigorous workout in the gym before showering, then changing. We were in the changing rooms now. In my imagination, our relationship had quickly sidestepped the usual romantic stuff and we were now having hard sex in the shower before heading to his or mine for a night of unrelenting passion. Our actual relationship had progressed from total ignorance through brief eye contact and thin forced smile to a full-blown nod of the head, broader smile and occasionally a ‘hello’ or similar. Though, to me, this was a significant step forward even if I hadn’t a clue whether he was gay, bi or straight.
I was 29 years old and gay. Though, I had been married to a woman for eighteen months – this had been a mistake for all concerned. Despite this, I wouldn’t label myself as bisexual because, if I’m honest, while having sex with my ex-wife and previous girlfriends, I was thinking about men – if only to get an erection and cum. I was well into my sports, working out and rugby – my passion. I was a tall built guy, clean shaven with light brown hair that under certain conditions would show a reddish tinge – my Celtic roots – my body had a light covering of hair but not by bear standards. Growing up in a quiet corner of South-West Ireland meant that being gay was not allowed. I had been naïve and/or stupid in not connecting the dots, so it came as quite a shock to me – more so for my ex-wife – that I was gay, even though I had not so much as touched another guy sexually. This epiphany came as a relief. The marriage ended by mutual consent so I left Ireland and moved to Birmingham, UK – initially to take on a PhD in medical research – where I now lived and worked at the university.
I came out to the world as gay pretty much straight away, partly to deter female attention but mostly because I knew what I wanted. Initial fumblings and gropings ensued moving through one-night stands to regular fuck-buddies then on to two serious relationships. I was now single and not ready for another serious relationship – yet.
“Oh fuck!” I mouthed silently as I realised my still pulsating erection was patently visible in a mirror at the end of the row of lockers. I had turned away from the demigod so as to hide it but now realised that I was between him and the mirror and if he had glanced at my reflection then he could have seen the tentpole in my towel. The demigod was handsome, probably in his early twenties with a slim and not too muscular body, his skin was dark – Indian I guessed due to that country’s flag on his gym bag – with the perfect amount of fluffy body hair that graced his arms, chest and legs. I had frequently become semi-hard as I watched him swim, train, shower and change. This makes me sound like a sexual voyeur. But the reality was that this guy was sex on legs and ticked all my boxes.
The cause of my hard-on was a fleeting glance at his right buttock which was perfectly rounded and partly covered with black soft downy hair. I couldn’t stop it from happening. I could usually control my hardening penis to stay soft or semi in situations such as this. But not today. I had imagined this guy’s bum exactly as it appeared albeit for a few seconds. My imagination had gone into overdrive the past several weeks as I thought about him: his body, his manly smell, how his lips would feel pressed against mine and the more sexually explicit things such as how his cock looked both soft and hard, was he uncut or cut, natural or trimmed pubes, how he would taste to me. I had masturbated long and hard over him, shot so much cum dedicated to his presence and finger-fucked my hole believing it was his lips and fingers (and cock if he was lucky). His right buttock had triggered such a powerful sexual response in me that I could feel my thick uncut cock dribbling precum as I was desperately trying to hide it and hope that he hadn’t seen me. But what if he had?
On glancing at his reflection in the mirror, he seemed to be purposefully drying off his lower body which was wrapped in a large towel to hide his modesty. Now he stopped and reached for his underwear, slinky and sexy looking white briefs. As he was manipulating them ready for quick deployment, the towel dropped to the floor. Oh my!
The next few seconds were a contradiction, being both annoyingly quick and yet deliciously slow. I didn’t want this brief moment to stop, yet the images were etching themselves indelibly into my mind. I was now side-on to him, still trying to hide my hard cock, but looking in his direction. He was facing the lockers and looking down at the fallen towel. I had the perfect profile view of his naked body. I was right! He had the most perfect bubble butt, rounded and well-proportioned to the rest of his body, discreetly part-covered in soft-looking dark hair. On the other side, I could see the silhouette of his pubes and cock. I gasped and my heart quickened. He was semi-hard. Could I be mistaken? Was his dick sticking out because it was cold? No – it was warm, hot even. His balls and mine were dangling, not bunched up because of the cold. He was definitely semi. His cock was uncut and thick, just like mine. However, mine was almost vertical and his was around the 4 o’clock mark. His pubes were dark, slightly trimmed I thought, and trailed up onto his mildly furry belly.
As I was clocking all this, my raging hard-on, combined with the sudden intake of breath on seeing this wondrous sight, caused my towel to give up the ghost on staying connected to me and fell to the floor. We were both stark bollock naked, just a metre or so apart. I caught sight of my glistening knob, dribbling pre-cum from the top of my foreskin. Then, aware that I had angled slightly towards the demigod, so was side-on to him and giving him a perfect view of my wet erection if he was looking, bent forwards to attempt a cover-up. As I did so, I felt a tingle in my groin just like I was about to cum, and pre-cum spurted forth from my piss-slit. I was blessed or cursed with being a heavy cummer with oodles of pre-cum before the main event – which was why I usually wore dark trousers, for obvious reasons.
I let out a loud groan as my pre-cum spattered on the bench below my locker. I regularly use nipple suckers to pleasure myself and can bring myself to orgasm without even touching my cock. So, I guess, my cock was used to hardening, dribbling and cumming without any manual stimulation whatsoever. But why did it have to happen now? Thankfully, it wasn’t an explosion of cum just a jet propelled pre-cum spurt. But with the demigod just across from me I felt seriously embarrassed. He had obviously heard me groan but had he seen anything more? I quickly glanced across at him. He was looking into the mirror and at me. Oh shit! I also noticed that his cock was standing to attention. He was fully hard. He must have sensed or seen me looking because he quickly bent down to pick the towel up and used it to cover his hard-on. He then sat down and put on his undies beneath the towel. I then became aware of my own predicament and quickly picked my own towel up, covered my hard cock and sat down. Right on my pre-cum puddle. My bum felt wet, the contrast of the cold bench and warm pre-cum making me feel even more uncomfortable. I looked ahead and sighed quietly, too embarrassed to even glance in his direction. I think I was aware that he probably felt the same too.
All of this had happened in less than ten seconds. My embarrassment and discomfort had now successfully persuaded my brain to tell my penis to stand down. I could feel it sag disappointedly between my thighs, leaving a slimy trail as it did. I decided I needed to get dressed quickly so I surreptitiously wiped my wet knob and foreskin, pulled my briefs on followed by my jeans, t-shirt, socks and trainers. I noticed that demigod had done the same. I walked to the mirror to comb my hair. As I did so he suddenly appeared next to me to do the same.
“I couldn’t help noticing ...” he began.
What had he noticed? My heart quickened and my jaw dropped. There was plenty for him to notice. In fact, I’m surprised that he hadn’t rushed out of the changing room never to return. But he had gotten hard too. My brain suddenly picked up on two things: his accent, which was Welsh, and his smell, a subtle yet expensive smelling deodorant. I find smell an arousing sense in many ways and his scent was very pleasant on the nose – arousing even – and reminded me of a past boyfriend with whom I’d had a tumultuous and highly sexual fling. The Welsh accent was my second favourite – number one being my own South-Western Irish brogue obviously. The demigod had been brought up in Wales – land of my fathers, literally, as my ancestors came from there and I still had relations across South Wales. By now my cock was semi again. I tried thinking of unpleasant things to keep my mind off it but with him standing right next to me it was near impossible. I surrendered to my growing bulge.
“Your shirt. Isn’t it Birmingham Uni’s rugby shirt? I thought I recognised the red and blue.” said the demigod.
“Yes. I play in the staff team and help out coaching the students” I replied.
“You’re Irish. I love the accent”
“And you’re Welsh. My favourite accent” I lied, “Do you play?”
“No. I just love to watch. It’s the most exciting game and the players are so hot” he stated, emphasising the word ‘hot’.
“Did he just say the players are so hot?”
I turned to look at him and found that he was doing the same. His eyes were the deepest orangey-brown with flecks of gold – they seemed to be looking right into my soul – they were eyes of a wolf, my favourite animal. His smile was the warmest and sexiest I’d ever seen – biased, I know, but he was mere inches away from me. His hair was black thick and wavy, like a silky black sea. He had dark stubble sculpted around the contours of his jaw and mouth. He was quite shorter than me and I liked the fact that he was looking up at me. I was 6’3” and built like the typical forward rugby player. He was maybe 5’7” thinner and more back-like in the rugby sense – maybe a full back perhaps. I knew I had to say something to him at some point but I was just momentarily mesmerised by him. A demigod indeed.
“My name is Connor”. I held out my hand. He took it and shook it. I knew my hand was warm but his seemed hot by contrast and it felt firm and smooth. We stayed connected for longer than is usual for a handshake greeting.
“I’m Jai. Just like the Welsh Dai – as in Dai the milk” he said, still holding my hand. “Connor is a lovely name. Do you fancy a drink?”
It felt like I’d been punched. This Indian demigod – Jai – was asking me if I wanted to have a drink with him. My mind was abuzz with so many thoughts none of which made any sense whatsoever. I realised that I was standing there with my mouth partly open and a bulge in my pants – and damp by the feel of it. I was also aware that we were still holding hands. I released my grip, we let go of each other and I felt the tingle in my hand spread up my arm and quickly spread out over my entire body. It felt good.
“Yes. I’d love to … Jai” I said his name tentatively.
“Perfect pronunciation” he said with a bright smile. “I just need a piss before we go”
“Me too.”
Then I remembered the state of my penis. But I made my way over to the loo anyway. I was still reeling from how quick all this had happened. He said that rugby players were hot and he asked me out for a drink – if that wasn’t a come-on then I must be totally thick. But there was still a nagging doubt. I’d fantasised about him for weeks and now there was a probable opening to something real happening. I had to take a leap of faith.
We arrived at the urinals. I loosened my belt, angled myself slightly away from him and unleashed my hard cock. It was glistening again. I did need a pee so I concentrated by closing my eyes.
“You too?” he said and sniggered.
I opened my eyes and turned to see him standing just inches from me, leaning forward and looking at my erection. I was also aware that he had his cock out and it was standing to attention just like mine. The dark smooth veiny skin of his shaft contrasting with the pink of his knob just slightly showing through his foreskin – it was wet too and he hadn’t pissed yet. His cock looked big and thick against his slighter figure. We were both standing at the urinal staring at each other's dicks. Then we both looked up into each other’s eyes. We knew exactly what we wanted. No confusion anymore.
I reached out, put my hand behind his head and pulled him into to a deep kiss. His lips melted into mine, so soft and smooth. His hands moved up to hold me by the sides of my head, pulling me into him. Our kissing became more urgent and hungrier. Our mouths opened slightly and I gently probed his lips and mouth with my tongue – our tongues meeting, intertwining, dancing with lust. He smelled amazing: his subtle deodorant mixing with real man scent – I could detect a whiff of cock, which was sending me crazy with desire. My other free hand moved down to his erect and throbbing cock – my hand gripped his thick shaft and I could feel it pulsate beneath my fingers. He jerked and moaned as I did this, more so as my thumb played with the end of his wet foreskin. I pulled away from his eager lips and I lifted my thumb up to my nose and sniffed the aroma from his glistening cock then I licked it – it tasted so good – then put it into his mouth. He sucked at my thumb with enthusiasm. My cock at this point was dripping thick gooey pre-cum that was running down my thick shaft. We started kissing again, more ferociously than before. He moved a hand from my head and tightly grasped my wet slippery cock, moving it up and down slowly, making me squirm with pleasure.
At this stage in the proceedings we might have rationally decided to quickly exit the sports centre and make our way to either of our dwellings for a night of unrestrained sex. But the feverish level of lust which was overwhelming both of us was making for a more irrational approach. We needed each other now. Luckily, it was late evening and the place was deserted. We ripped our clothes off and stumbled over to the shower cubicles which were sectioned off with opaque doors for privacy. Turning the shower on would mask the inevitable noise.
“I desperately need to pee first,” I said, stepping out of the cubicle.
“I do too,” said Jai, “but in here.”
He grabbed me by my erect cock and pulled me gently back into the shower cubicle. Once inside, he kissed me deeply. My muscled arms enveloped him: my fit rugby body tight against his leaner athletic build. We were slightly away from the shower jets but I could sense a wet and warm feeling on my chest and belly. I looked down and saw a fountain of golden piss erupting from Jai’s penis. That was enough for me to release my own floodgates, I was bursting to pee, so I let go of any bladder control I had and started to piss over Jai’s body. We both stood back with wild eyes and massive grins, aiming our cocks and pissing hard on each other. Jai squatted down a little to catch a mouthful of my piss and I did the same. His piss was warm and salty in my mouth. I swallowed a little and it was like nectar, the rest I squeezed out of my mouth into his face. He squealed with delight and then did the same to me. Jai dropped to his knees and took my still pissing cock into his mouth. I saw him suck and gulp as my piss filled his mouth. He then stood up and pulled my mouth onto his and shared my piss amid dancing tongues again. Alas, I couldn’t do the same to him as the last few spurts of pee were emerging from his glorious cock. I had finished too. If pissing on each other had been the starter, it was now time for the main course.
I pulled him to me again and gave him a deep but brief kiss before dropping to my knees. I urgently wanted to taste his cock. I cupped his big low hanging balls with my left hand while my right held his cock at its base nestling into his trimmed pubes. I sniffed his aching dick, it smelled so incredible – the pre-cum had ignited the smell of cock that really turns me on. I like a cock to be clean but I don’t mind the slightly cheesy aroma from a guy’s foreskin and knob, and the smell of fresh sweat from their pubes. The smell intoxicated me as I gently eased his foreskin back until his pink wet knob was fully open to the air. I flicked its end with my tongue, then gave a longer and luxurious lick getting pre-cum onto my tongue. I held it there for a moment before tasting and swallowing. This guy tasted amazing. Then I went down on his knob, slowly inserting it into my mouth. My tongue licked it slowly as I sucked it hard. Jai was moaning loudly and holding onto the sides of my head. I could tell he was in ecstasy because his knees were buckling and he was beginning to gyrate backwards and forwards, his cock fucking my face, not hard but firmly and in time with my licking and sucking. As I pulled him into me, getting his cock further down my throat with each thrust and suck, I moved both of my hands round to cup his rounded butt cheeks. They felt so smooth, firm and round as my hands wandered freely. I eased a finger into the crack of his bum and massaged the area from the coccyx to the perineum, lightly touching his hole as I went. Every time I did so, Jai moaned louder. I knew he wanted more so I toyed with his hole, moving my finger around it and lightly pressing into it. He must have loved it because I felt a flood of hot creamy pre-cum erupt into my mouth. I wanted more than anything to taste his hole.
I gave his cock a last big suck then moved him around until his perfect bubble butt was in my face. Jai put his hands up onto the wall of the shower cubicle, leaned forward while pushing his bum out and spreading his legs. It seems that Jai knew what he wanted too. I waited for a few seconds, my eyes taking in the beauty of this shapely and slightly hairy bum – it really was that perfect. I kissed both cheeks before easing them apart to reveal an even more perfect hole. Jai’s crack was covered with a light coating of bum fluff now wet from the shower with a ring of short dark hair surrounding his pouting hole. I kissed his hole lightly, then again with a little more force. Then I licked it, lingering as my tongue explored its contours. Jai let out such a groan that it brought an earnestness to my rimming.
My tongue pushed harder into the centre of his hole and I felt his sphincter give way as my tongue entered inside him. With one hand holding his bum cheek to allow me free rein with his hole, my other hand reached up in between his legs and caught hold of his cock. It was now wet and slimy with pre-cum dribbling down his hard shaft. I jerked it slowly in rhythm to my tongue licking the inside of his hole. He tasted better than any luxury food I’d ever eaten. I was now tongue fucking his hole while wanking his thick cock and all the while Jai was sighing with pleasure.
“Fuck me,” he said, “fuck me quick and hard. I want your big cock inside me now”. He handed me a pocket-sized tube of lube. He must have grabbed it before we got naked - this guy was prepared for anything!
I took it, stood up, unscrewed the end and squirted a big dollop onto my fingers then eased them onto his puckered hole rubbing the lube in as I went. I inserted a finger inside him and felt his hole tighten around my finger – this guy was going to give me the fuck of a lifetime. With plenty of lube applied to his hole and my cock, I dropped the tube on the shower floor and positioned myself between his legs. I held my rock-hard thick cock with both hands as I pressed into his arse crack. A few up and down motions before I found my mark – then I pressed forward. My uncut cock was a little under seven inches but thick around the shaft and a mushroom head of a knob. I was careful not to go too fast initially because I knew I could hurt him. My purple knob pushed against his slippery hole. Jai was impatient and pushed back onto me. As my fat knob slipped inside him, we both let out a gasp. His tight hole gripped my knob so firmly that I believed nothing had ever felt so good. Jai was whispering “Yes, oh yes, oh yes …" as he eased slowly back on to me even more. I pushed forward as Jai was pushing back so, in seconds, I was balls deep inside him. We both let out moans and gasps as we held this position. Then, prompted by Jia’s squirming, I eased back until the base of my knob was just emerging from his hole before thrusting forward. Then again and again and again. Each thrust earned a low moan from Jai. I was now fucking him with a steady tempo and vigour.
I had been fantasising this for weeks but it really didn’t prepare me for the reality. This was the best fuck ever. His hole was designed for maximum pleasure. I looked down at his beautiful round bum, rippling slightly as I thrust in to the hilt. His hole was stretched as I watched my thick cock pull back then, as if his hole was magically sucking me back in, I thrust inside him again. My balls were banging against the underside of his butt as I was fucking him. I reached around to hold his dick which was now slimy with precum pouring out of him. I gathered some up with my hand and offered it to his willing mouth – he lapped it up. Then he angled round to look me in the eye and I noticed how full his lips were, pouting, wanting my own lips next to his. We kissed deeply as I was still fucking him.
“I want to ride you standing up,” he said.
“Anything you want,” I replied.
I pulled out of him with accompanying slurping noise. We then faced each other, I held him tightly and closely and he flung his legs around my hips. We eased each other into position, I pushed, he pushed, his hole eased over my throbbing dick and we continued fucking. I was thrusting forward as he appeared to ride me while holding on tightly around my shoulders and his legs gripping tightly around my waist and back. I knew this was going to be truly orgasmic for him as I had fucked guys like this before and it was a great angle for my cock to push against his prostate. I could tell I was hitting the mark as he moaned so loudly and flung his head back as I thrust into him. He was not content to let me do all the work as I could tell by the way he gripped me tightly and thrust himself into my cock. His moaning became more and more intense. He was fully absorbed into this forceful and ferocious fucking.
“Connor. Connor. Fuck me. Fuck me hard,” he said in a loud whisper.
I obliged. I increased the pace slightly and Jai let out a high-pitched sigh.
“Oh yes. Yes. Yesssss,” he said, his voice now quite airy.
I looked away from his beautiful face and down at his thick hard cock that was now gushing pre-cum and slapping against his hairy belly with intensity. His foreskin had fully retracted revealing the most beautiful rosy pink knob. I could see his shaft throbbing and his balls bouncing up and down. I felt him tense, holding me tighter and tighter, his head came up and his eyes opened – those beautiful orangey-brown eyes locked on to mine. Then he let out what I can only describe as a moan twinned with a scream.
He came.
I watched a jet-propelled stream of cum erupt from his piss-slit and flew over his head to spatter on the tiled wall of the shower cubicle. The next cum-shot hit him in his face, full on – and the next, and the next, until his forehead, his nose, mouth and chin were plastered in thick creamy cum. The cum was still exploding out of him. On his chest, nipples and belly. His body was shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm. Even as it subsided, cum was still pouring out of his knob.
“I want your cum in my mouth,” he said as he looked up at me with a cum spattered body.
We uncoupled and he kneeled in front of me. Seeing him cum had started the process for me too. My cock grew even harder if that was possible, I could feel my balls tense and tingle, my whole body started to vibrate with energy. Jai took hold of my cock with one hand and started to suck. My knob looked so big in his mouth, like he was eating a shiny red apple. He sucked and stroked me with his hand. His other hand pulled on my balls then he reached back and found my hole and started to massage and probe its tightness. That did it!
“Oh fuck. You are a demigod Jai,” I exclaimed, “I’m gonna cum big time.”
My hands held the sides and back of his head as he sucked fiercely. I was thrusting into his hot mouth. He’d managed to get two fingers into my arsehole and had them up to the hilt, massaging my prostate. That was all I could take.
I felt the cum erupt from my cock as his mouth was right up to my pubes. I felt his lips grip the bottom of my shaft as my knob was right at the back of his mouth, down his throat. His fingers were now fucking me as he swallowed my first load. He drew back but kept my knob in his stretched mouth, slurping the next load of cum. My whole body was in ecstasy – buzzing with excitement. I could still feel the intensity of my orgasm as he moved off my cock. Dribbles of cum, mine and his, were covering his lips and dripping out of the sides of his mouth. He held my cock an inch away from his face as it continued to send out big spurts of hot cum which was now all over his face. He went down on me again, thirsty for my love juice. I could see him swallowing load after load. I felt the orgasm lessen but still held him close to me and my cock. Then I eased my dick from his mouth and lifted him up to face me. His face was awash with cum – mine and his – dripping from his forehead over his eyebrows, from the end of his nose, all over his cheeks, around his mouth and lips and chin. I kissed him deeply, feeling the fruits of out lovemaking on my own lips. I licked them and it tasted amazing. Then I started licking his face, my tongue scooping it up. I swallowed much of it but some I kept on my tongue and shared it with Jai, allowing him to lick it off my own tongue. We finished this cum sharing party with a long and deep kiss. Both holding each other so tightly that it started to hurt – but that didn’t bother us.
“I’ve noticed you for weeks now,” I said, as we broke away from kissing.
“So did I,” Jai replied. “I noticed you the first time I came here. Which was why I decided to make this my gym.”
“I’m glad. I wasn’t certain if you’d noticed me or if you were even gay or bi,” I said.
“Ha! I knew you were because every time I sneaked a look at you changing you were either semi or hard. I had so many fantasies about you. But tonight, you made me so horny as you struggled to hide your hard-on,” he said and laughed.
“Ah. I was never good at hiding as a child,” I said, “but after tonight I’m kinda glad.”
We both kissed again. Then showered together, cleaned up and got dressed.
“Do you still fancy that drink?” Jai asked.
“If you have any room,” I said with a dirty wink.
As we walked away together, I had the distinct feeling that I might now be ready for another relationship.
(c) IrishC
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He was still here! The object of my desire. The man – no – a demigod – of my dreams.
“What’s the world record for a cock going soft to hard?” I thought, wondering if anyone had actually researched this. It was a silly thought designed to take my mind away from the fact that I was struggling to hide a now rock-hard throbbing cock beneath my towel. It had literally taken seconds to get into this state. The demigod was just a metre or so away from me and no one else was around – it was 9.30pm in a deserted changing room. I had spotted him just several weeks ago – a newbie at my local sports centre. He followed the same routine as me: swimming followed by a vigorous workout in the gym before showering, then changing. We were in the changing rooms now. In my imagination, our relationship had quickly sidestepped the usual romantic stuff and we were now having hard sex in the shower before heading to his or mine for a night of unrelenting passion. Our actual relationship had progressed from total ignorance through brief eye contact and thin forced smile to a full-blown nod of the head, broader smile and occasionally a ‘hello’ or similar. Though, to me, this was a significant step forward even if I hadn’t a clue whether he was gay, bi or straight.
I was 29 years old and gay. Though, I had been married to a woman for eighteen months – this had been a mistake for all concerned. Despite this, I wouldn’t label myself as bisexual because, if I’m honest, while having sex with my ex-wife and previous girlfriends, I was thinking about men – if only to get an erection and cum. I was well into my sports, working out and rugby – my passion. I was a tall built guy, clean shaven with light brown hair that under certain conditions would show a reddish tinge – my Celtic roots – my body had a light covering of hair but not by bear standards. Growing up in a quiet corner of South-West Ireland meant that being gay was not allowed. I had been naïve and/or stupid in not connecting the dots, so it came as quite a shock to me – more so for my ex-wife – that I was gay, even though I had not so much as touched another guy sexually. This epiphany came as a relief. The marriage ended by mutual consent so I left Ireland and moved to Birmingham, UK – initially to take on a PhD in medical research – where I now lived and worked at the university.
I came out to the world as gay pretty much straight away, partly to deter female attention but mostly because I knew what I wanted. Initial fumblings and gropings ensued moving through one-night stands to regular fuck-buddies then on to two serious relationships. I was now single and not ready for another serious relationship – yet.
“Oh fuck!” I mouthed silently as I realised my still pulsating erection was patently visible in a mirror at the end of the row of lockers. I had turned away from the demigod so as to hide it but now realised that I was between him and the mirror and if he had glanced at my reflection then he could have seen the tentpole in my towel. The demigod was handsome, probably in his early twenties with a slim and not too muscular body, his skin was dark – Indian I guessed due to that country’s flag on his gym bag – with the perfect amount of fluffy body hair that graced his arms, chest and legs. I had frequently become semi-hard as I watched him swim, train, shower and change. This makes me sound like a sexual voyeur. But the reality was that this guy was sex on legs and ticked all my boxes.
The cause of my hard-on was a fleeting glance at his right buttock which was perfectly rounded and partly covered with black soft downy hair. I couldn’t stop it from happening. I could usually control my hardening penis to stay soft or semi in situations such as this. But not today. I had imagined this guy’s bum exactly as it appeared albeit for a few seconds. My imagination had gone into overdrive the past several weeks as I thought about him: his body, his manly smell, how his lips would feel pressed against mine and the more sexually explicit things such as how his cock looked both soft and hard, was he uncut or cut, natural or trimmed pubes, how he would taste to me. I had masturbated long and hard over him, shot so much cum dedicated to his presence and finger-fucked my hole believing it was his lips and fingers (and cock if he was lucky). His right buttock had triggered such a powerful sexual response in me that I could feel my thick uncut cock dribbling precum as I was desperately trying to hide it and hope that he hadn’t seen me. But what if he had?
On glancing at his reflection in the mirror, he seemed to be purposefully drying off his lower body which was wrapped in a large towel to hide his modesty. Now he stopped and reached for his underwear, slinky and sexy looking white briefs. As he was manipulating them ready for quick deployment, the towel dropped to the floor. Oh my!
The next few seconds were a contradiction, being both annoyingly quick and yet deliciously slow. I didn’t want this brief moment to stop, yet the images were etching themselves indelibly into my mind. I was now side-on to him, still trying to hide my hard cock, but looking in his direction. He was facing the lockers and looking down at the fallen towel. I had the perfect profile view of his naked body. I was right! He had the most perfect bubble butt, rounded and well-proportioned to the rest of his body, discreetly part-covered in soft-looking dark hair. On the other side, I could see the silhouette of his pubes and cock. I gasped and my heart quickened. He was semi-hard. Could I be mistaken? Was his dick sticking out because it was cold? No – it was warm, hot even. His balls and mine were dangling, not bunched up because of the cold. He was definitely semi. His cock was uncut and thick, just like mine. However, mine was almost vertical and his was around the 4 o’clock mark. His pubes were dark, slightly trimmed I thought, and trailed up onto his mildly furry belly.
As I was clocking all this, my raging hard-on, combined with the sudden intake of breath on seeing this wondrous sight, caused my towel to give up the ghost on staying connected to me and fell to the floor. We were both stark bollock naked, just a metre or so apart. I caught sight of my glistening knob, dribbling pre-cum from the top of my foreskin. Then, aware that I had angled slightly towards the demigod, so was side-on to him and giving him a perfect view of my wet erection if he was looking, bent forwards to attempt a cover-up. As I did so, I felt a tingle in my groin just like I was about to cum, and pre-cum spurted forth from my piss-slit. I was blessed or cursed with being a heavy cummer with oodles of pre-cum before the main event – which was why I usually wore dark trousers, for obvious reasons.
I let out a loud groan as my pre-cum spattered on the bench below my locker. I regularly use nipple suckers to pleasure myself and can bring myself to orgasm without even touching my cock. So, I guess, my cock was used to hardening, dribbling and cumming without any manual stimulation whatsoever. But why did it have to happen now? Thankfully, it wasn’t an explosion of cum just a jet propelled pre-cum spurt. But with the demigod just across from me I felt seriously embarrassed. He had obviously heard me groan but had he seen anything more? I quickly glanced across at him. He was looking into the mirror and at me. Oh shit! I also noticed that his cock was standing to attention. He was fully hard. He must have sensed or seen me looking because he quickly bent down to pick the towel up and used it to cover his hard-on. He then sat down and put on his undies beneath the towel. I then became aware of my own predicament and quickly picked my own towel up, covered my hard cock and sat down. Right on my pre-cum puddle. My bum felt wet, the contrast of the cold bench and warm pre-cum making me feel even more uncomfortable. I looked ahead and sighed quietly, too embarrassed to even glance in his direction. I think I was aware that he probably felt the same too.
All of this had happened in less than ten seconds. My embarrassment and discomfort had now successfully persuaded my brain to tell my penis to stand down. I could feel it sag disappointedly between my thighs, leaving a slimy trail as it did. I decided I needed to get dressed quickly so I surreptitiously wiped my wet knob and foreskin, pulled my briefs on followed by my jeans, t-shirt, socks and trainers. I noticed that demigod had done the same. I walked to the mirror to comb my hair. As I did so he suddenly appeared next to me to do the same.
“I couldn’t help noticing ...” he began.
What had he noticed? My heart quickened and my jaw dropped. There was plenty for him to notice. In fact, I’m surprised that he hadn’t rushed out of the changing room never to return. But he had gotten hard too. My brain suddenly picked up on two things: his accent, which was Welsh, and his smell, a subtle yet expensive smelling deodorant. I find smell an arousing sense in many ways and his scent was very pleasant on the nose – arousing even – and reminded me of a past boyfriend with whom I’d had a tumultuous and highly sexual fling. The Welsh accent was my second favourite – number one being my own South-Western Irish brogue obviously. The demigod had been brought up in Wales – land of my fathers, literally, as my ancestors came from there and I still had relations across South Wales. By now my cock was semi again. I tried thinking of unpleasant things to keep my mind off it but with him standing right next to me it was near impossible. I surrendered to my growing bulge.
“Your shirt. Isn’t it Birmingham Uni’s rugby shirt? I thought I recognised the red and blue.” said the demigod.
“Yes. I play in the staff team and help out coaching the students” I replied.
“You’re Irish. I love the accent”
“And you’re Welsh. My favourite accent” I lied, “Do you play?”
“No. I just love to watch. It’s the most exciting game and the players are so hot” he stated, emphasising the word ‘hot’.
“Did he just say the players are so hot?”
I turned to look at him and found that he was doing the same. His eyes were the deepest orangey-brown with flecks of gold – they seemed to be looking right into my soul – they were eyes of a wolf, my favourite animal. His smile was the warmest and sexiest I’d ever seen – biased, I know, but he was mere inches away from me. His hair was black thick and wavy, like a silky black sea. He had dark stubble sculpted around the contours of his jaw and mouth. He was quite shorter than me and I liked the fact that he was looking up at me. I was 6’3” and built like the typical forward rugby player. He was maybe 5’7” thinner and more back-like in the rugby sense – maybe a full back perhaps. I knew I had to say something to him at some point but I was just momentarily mesmerised by him. A demigod indeed.
“My name is Connor”. I held out my hand. He took it and shook it. I knew my hand was warm but his seemed hot by contrast and it felt firm and smooth. We stayed connected for longer than is usual for a handshake greeting.
“I’m Jai. Just like the Welsh Dai – as in Dai the milk” he said, still holding my hand. “Connor is a lovely name. Do you fancy a drink?”
It felt like I’d been punched. This Indian demigod – Jai – was asking me if I wanted to have a drink with him. My mind was abuzz with so many thoughts none of which made any sense whatsoever. I realised that I was standing there with my mouth partly open and a bulge in my pants – and damp by the feel of it. I was also aware that we were still holding hands. I released my grip, we let go of each other and I felt the tingle in my hand spread up my arm and quickly spread out over my entire body. It felt good.
“Yes. I’d love to … Jai” I said his name tentatively.
“Perfect pronunciation” he said with a bright smile. “I just need a piss before we go”
“Me too.”
Then I remembered the state of my penis. But I made my way over to the loo anyway. I was still reeling from how quick all this had happened. He said that rugby players were hot and he asked me out for a drink – if that wasn’t a come-on then I must be totally thick. But there was still a nagging doubt. I’d fantasised about him for weeks and now there was a probable opening to something real happening. I had to take a leap of faith.
We arrived at the urinals. I loosened my belt, angled myself slightly away from him and unleashed my hard cock. It was glistening again. I did need a pee so I concentrated by closing my eyes.
“You too?” he said and sniggered.
I opened my eyes and turned to see him standing just inches from me, leaning forward and looking at my erection. I was also aware that he had his cock out and it was standing to attention just like mine. The dark smooth veiny skin of his shaft contrasting with the pink of his knob just slightly showing through his foreskin – it was wet too and he hadn’t pissed yet. His cock looked big and thick against his slighter figure. We were both standing at the urinal staring at each other's dicks. Then we both looked up into each other’s eyes. We knew exactly what we wanted. No confusion anymore.
I reached out, put my hand behind his head and pulled him into to a deep kiss. His lips melted into mine, so soft and smooth. His hands moved up to hold me by the sides of my head, pulling me into him. Our kissing became more urgent and hungrier. Our mouths opened slightly and I gently probed his lips and mouth with my tongue – our tongues meeting, intertwining, dancing with lust. He smelled amazing: his subtle deodorant mixing with real man scent – I could detect a whiff of cock, which was sending me crazy with desire. My other free hand moved down to his erect and throbbing cock – my hand gripped his thick shaft and I could feel it pulsate beneath my fingers. He jerked and moaned as I did this, more so as my thumb played with the end of his wet foreskin. I pulled away from his eager lips and I lifted my thumb up to my nose and sniffed the aroma from his glistening cock then I licked it – it tasted so good – then put it into his mouth. He sucked at my thumb with enthusiasm. My cock at this point was dripping thick gooey pre-cum that was running down my thick shaft. We started kissing again, more ferociously than before. He moved a hand from my head and tightly grasped my wet slippery cock, moving it up and down slowly, making me squirm with pleasure.
At this stage in the proceedings we might have rationally decided to quickly exit the sports centre and make our way to either of our dwellings for a night of unrestrained sex. But the feverish level of lust which was overwhelming both of us was making for a more irrational approach. We needed each other now. Luckily, it was late evening and the place was deserted. We ripped our clothes off and stumbled over to the shower cubicles which were sectioned off with opaque doors for privacy. Turning the shower on would mask the inevitable noise.
“I desperately need to pee first,” I said, stepping out of the cubicle.
“I do too,” said Jai, “but in here.”
He grabbed me by my erect cock and pulled me gently back into the shower cubicle. Once inside, he kissed me deeply. My muscled arms enveloped him: my fit rugby body tight against his leaner athletic build. We were slightly away from the shower jets but I could sense a wet and warm feeling on my chest and belly. I looked down and saw a fountain of golden piss erupting from Jai’s penis. That was enough for me to release my own floodgates, I was bursting to pee, so I let go of any bladder control I had and started to piss over Jai’s body. We both stood back with wild eyes and massive grins, aiming our cocks and pissing hard on each other. Jai squatted down a little to catch a mouthful of my piss and I did the same. His piss was warm and salty in my mouth. I swallowed a little and it was like nectar, the rest I squeezed out of my mouth into his face. He squealed with delight and then did the same to me. Jai dropped to his knees and took my still pissing cock into his mouth. I saw him suck and gulp as my piss filled his mouth. He then stood up and pulled my mouth onto his and shared my piss amid dancing tongues again. Alas, I couldn’t do the same to him as the last few spurts of pee were emerging from his glorious cock. I had finished too. If pissing on each other had been the starter, it was now time for the main course.
I pulled him to me again and gave him a deep but brief kiss before dropping to my knees. I urgently wanted to taste his cock. I cupped his big low hanging balls with my left hand while my right held his cock at its base nestling into his trimmed pubes. I sniffed his aching dick, it smelled so incredible – the pre-cum had ignited the smell of cock that really turns me on. I like a cock to be clean but I don’t mind the slightly cheesy aroma from a guy’s foreskin and knob, and the smell of fresh sweat from their pubes. The smell intoxicated me as I gently eased his foreskin back until his pink wet knob was fully open to the air. I flicked its end with my tongue, then gave a longer and luxurious lick getting pre-cum onto my tongue. I held it there for a moment before tasting and swallowing. This guy tasted amazing. Then I went down on his knob, slowly inserting it into my mouth. My tongue licked it slowly as I sucked it hard. Jai was moaning loudly and holding onto the sides of my head. I could tell he was in ecstasy because his knees were buckling and he was beginning to gyrate backwards and forwards, his cock fucking my face, not hard but firmly and in time with my licking and sucking. As I pulled him into me, getting his cock further down my throat with each thrust and suck, I moved both of my hands round to cup his rounded butt cheeks. They felt so smooth, firm and round as my hands wandered freely. I eased a finger into the crack of his bum and massaged the area from the coccyx to the perineum, lightly touching his hole as I went. Every time I did so, Jai moaned louder. I knew he wanted more so I toyed with his hole, moving my finger around it and lightly pressing into it. He must have loved it because I felt a flood of hot creamy pre-cum erupt into my mouth. I wanted more than anything to taste his hole.
I gave his cock a last big suck then moved him around until his perfect bubble butt was in my face. Jai put his hands up onto the wall of the shower cubicle, leaned forward while pushing his bum out and spreading his legs. It seems that Jai knew what he wanted too. I waited for a few seconds, my eyes taking in the beauty of this shapely and slightly hairy bum – it really was that perfect. I kissed both cheeks before easing them apart to reveal an even more perfect hole. Jai’s crack was covered with a light coating of bum fluff now wet from the shower with a ring of short dark hair surrounding his pouting hole. I kissed his hole lightly, then again with a little more force. Then I licked it, lingering as my tongue explored its contours. Jai let out such a groan that it brought an earnestness to my rimming.
My tongue pushed harder into the centre of his hole and I felt his sphincter give way as my tongue entered inside him. With one hand holding his bum cheek to allow me free rein with his hole, my other hand reached up in between his legs and caught hold of his cock. It was now wet and slimy with pre-cum dribbling down his hard shaft. I jerked it slowly in rhythm to my tongue licking the inside of his hole. He tasted better than any luxury food I’d ever eaten. I was now tongue fucking his hole while wanking his thick cock and all the while Jai was sighing with pleasure.
“Fuck me,” he said, “fuck me quick and hard. I want your big cock inside me now”. He handed me a pocket-sized tube of lube. He must have grabbed it before we got naked - this guy was prepared for anything!
I took it, stood up, unscrewed the end and squirted a big dollop onto my fingers then eased them onto his puckered hole rubbing the lube in as I went. I inserted a finger inside him and felt his hole tighten around my finger – this guy was going to give me the fuck of a lifetime. With plenty of lube applied to his hole and my cock, I dropped the tube on the shower floor and positioned myself between his legs. I held my rock-hard thick cock with both hands as I pressed into his arse crack. A few up and down motions before I found my mark – then I pressed forward. My uncut cock was a little under seven inches but thick around the shaft and a mushroom head of a knob. I was careful not to go too fast initially because I knew I could hurt him. My purple knob pushed against his slippery hole. Jai was impatient and pushed back onto me. As my fat knob slipped inside him, we both let out a gasp. His tight hole gripped my knob so firmly that I believed nothing had ever felt so good. Jai was whispering “Yes, oh yes, oh yes …" as he eased slowly back on to me even more. I pushed forward as Jai was pushing back so, in seconds, I was balls deep inside him. We both let out moans and gasps as we held this position. Then, prompted by Jia’s squirming, I eased back until the base of my knob was just emerging from his hole before thrusting forward. Then again and again and again. Each thrust earned a low moan from Jai. I was now fucking him with a steady tempo and vigour.
I had been fantasising this for weeks but it really didn’t prepare me for the reality. This was the best fuck ever. His hole was designed for maximum pleasure. I looked down at his beautiful round bum, rippling slightly as I thrust in to the hilt. His hole was stretched as I watched my thick cock pull back then, as if his hole was magically sucking me back in, I thrust inside him again. My balls were banging against the underside of his butt as I was fucking him. I reached around to hold his dick which was now slimy with precum pouring out of him. I gathered some up with my hand and offered it to his willing mouth – he lapped it up. Then he angled round to look me in the eye and I noticed how full his lips were, pouting, wanting my own lips next to his. We kissed deeply as I was still fucking him.
“I want to ride you standing up,” he said.
“Anything you want,” I replied.
I pulled out of him with accompanying slurping noise. We then faced each other, I held him tightly and closely and he flung his legs around my hips. We eased each other into position, I pushed, he pushed, his hole eased over my throbbing dick and we continued fucking. I was thrusting forward as he appeared to ride me while holding on tightly around my shoulders and his legs gripping tightly around my waist and back. I knew this was going to be truly orgasmic for him as I had fucked guys like this before and it was a great angle for my cock to push against his prostate. I could tell I was hitting the mark as he moaned so loudly and flung his head back as I thrust into him. He was not content to let me do all the work as I could tell by the way he gripped me tightly and thrust himself into my cock. His moaning became more and more intense. He was fully absorbed into this forceful and ferocious fucking.
“Connor. Connor. Fuck me. Fuck me hard,” he said in a loud whisper.
I obliged. I increased the pace slightly and Jai let out a high-pitched sigh.
“Oh yes. Yes. Yesssss,” he said, his voice now quite airy.
I looked away from his beautiful face and down at his thick hard cock that was now gushing pre-cum and slapping against his hairy belly with intensity. His foreskin had fully retracted revealing the most beautiful rosy pink knob. I could see his shaft throbbing and his balls bouncing up and down. I felt him tense, holding me tighter and tighter, his head came up and his eyes opened – those beautiful orangey-brown eyes locked on to mine. Then he let out what I can only describe as a moan twinned with a scream.
He came.
I watched a jet-propelled stream of cum erupt from his piss-slit and flew over his head to spatter on the tiled wall of the shower cubicle. The next cum-shot hit him in his face, full on – and the next, and the next, until his forehead, his nose, mouth and chin were plastered in thick creamy cum. The cum was still exploding out of him. On his chest, nipples and belly. His body was shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm. Even as it subsided, cum was still pouring out of his knob.
“I want your cum in my mouth,” he said as he looked up at me with a cum spattered body.
We uncoupled and he kneeled in front of me. Seeing him cum had started the process for me too. My cock grew even harder if that was possible, I could feel my balls tense and tingle, my whole body started to vibrate with energy. Jai took hold of my cock with one hand and started to suck. My knob looked so big in his mouth, like he was eating a shiny red apple. He sucked and stroked me with his hand. His other hand pulled on my balls then he reached back and found my hole and started to massage and probe its tightness. That did it!
“Oh fuck. You are a demigod Jai,” I exclaimed, “I’m gonna cum big time.”
My hands held the sides and back of his head as he sucked fiercely. I was thrusting into his hot mouth. He’d managed to get two fingers into my arsehole and had them up to the hilt, massaging my prostate. That was all I could take.
I felt the cum erupt from my cock as his mouth was right up to my pubes. I felt his lips grip the bottom of my shaft as my knob was right at the back of his mouth, down his throat. His fingers were now fucking me as he swallowed my first load. He drew back but kept my knob in his stretched mouth, slurping the next load of cum. My whole body was in ecstasy – buzzing with excitement. I could still feel the intensity of my orgasm as he moved off my cock. Dribbles of cum, mine and his, were covering his lips and dripping out of the sides of his mouth. He held my cock an inch away from his face as it continued to send out big spurts of hot cum which was now all over his face. He went down on me again, thirsty for my love juice. I could see him swallowing load after load. I felt the orgasm lessen but still held him close to me and my cock. Then I eased my dick from his mouth and lifted him up to face me. His face was awash with cum – mine and his – dripping from his forehead over his eyebrows, from the end of his nose, all over his cheeks, around his mouth and lips and chin. I kissed him deeply, feeling the fruits of out lovemaking on my own lips. I licked them and it tasted amazing. Then I started licking his face, my tongue scooping it up. I swallowed much of it but some I kept on my tongue and shared it with Jai, allowing him to lick it off my own tongue. We finished this cum sharing party with a long and deep kiss. Both holding each other so tightly that it started to hurt – but that didn’t bother us.
“I’ve noticed you for weeks now,” I said, as we broke away from kissing.
“So did I,” Jai replied. “I noticed you the first time I came here. Which was why I decided to make this my gym.”
“I’m glad. I wasn’t certain if you’d noticed me or if you were even gay or bi,” I said.
“Ha! I knew you were because every time I sneaked a look at you changing you were either semi or hard. I had so many fantasies about you. But tonight, you made me so horny as you struggled to hide your hard-on,” he said and laughed.
“Ah. I was never good at hiding as a child,” I said, “but after tonight I’m kinda glad.”
We both kissed again. Then showered together, cleaned up and got dressed.
“Do you still fancy that drink?” Jai asked.
“If you have any room,” I said with a dirty wink.
As we walked away together, I had the distinct feeling that I might now be ready for another relationship.
(c) IrishC
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