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My one and only experience with a guy had been in a locker room that looked almost exactly the same. During college I'd supervised the lifeguards at the pool and on a bathroom break I'd gone into the locker room because those toilets were closer. I'd played sports all my life, seen plenty of naked guys and never been interested before, but something about that encounter had been different. I'd seen movement in the corner of my eye and turned to look at the only guy who'd been in there changing. He'd looked right back. He was completely naked and something about the way he was standing there, all muscle and smooth naked skin, watching me like he knew immediately what we were going to do, cranked something inside me to life. I didn't stop then, and I didn't stop on my way back from the bathrooms when I saw him sitting on the bench waiting for me, long, massive dick in his hand. But I did stop in the hallway leading back to the pool. I could feel him back there, the heat of his hard body and his long dick, inviting me to explore something I'd never known I'd wanted. So I went back and I sat down next to him. While he kept stroking he asked if I liked what I saw. I told him I did. He put his hands on my steel hard erection and told me I could do whatever I wanted.
I would have laughed if someone had asked me that morning if I thought I'd suck a dick that day, but as soon as I heard the invitation, I leaned down and pulled that head into my mouth.
I didn't know what I was doing and he was huge, but I did my best and I loved it. I loved the sounds he made and the way he put his hand on the back of my head. I wanted to know what it was like to have a guy finish in my mouth, but I was too nervous, too exposed, to help him get there. A co-worker or anyone else could have come in at anytime. I stood up, wiped my mouth, and told him to meet me at the front entrance when my shift was over. He had, but when I saw him the adrenaline of it first encounter had worn off and I was too nervous. I walked right past him, got in my car, and spent the next ten years wondering what I'd missed out on.
This time would be different.
I jumped when I heard footsteps approaching and I sat up a little straighter when he appeared at the end of the bench. He was carrying his shirt and I could see the slight sheen of sweat glistening on his stomach beneath his dark hair.
"Hey," he said.
"Hi."
I didn't know what else to say, so I let my eyes drift down the to the bright red bulge of his compression pants.
He smiled and leaned casually on one hip. "You like what you see?"
I nodded and my stomach did a little flop as I remembered how that half finished blow job had started ten years earlier.
He was still smiling when he spoke again.
"Does your friend know you're cruising when you work out together?"
"Wife," I said.
I hadn't meant to say it, didn't need to say it, but after years of marriage it came out automatically. I suppressed a cringe and waited for his reaction.
He cocked an eyebrow. "Really."
"She doesn't know," I said. "About anything. About me." I hadn't meant to say that either, but there it was, hanging between us. I swallowed a sigh. Things weren't going the way I'd hoped and it'd only been about thirty seconds.
"Hm," he said.
He took a step closer. I'd been looking him in the eye, but as that bulge approached, as that flat, hairy stomach got closer, I couldn't look at anything else.
"And how often do you do this?"
This? What was this, I wondered. What was he going to let me do? What was he about to do to me?
I shook my head.
"Never," I said. Then I licked my lips. "Just once. In college."
When the bulge stopped about two feet from my face, I looked up. I couldn't quite read the expression on his face.
"Seriously?"
I shrugged, looked at the half hard dick showing through his lycra, then back up into his eyes. He smiled a broad, beautiful, toothy smile.
"Well shit," he said, almost to himself.
Before I could say anything else he positioned himself between my face and the locker in front out me. Leaning his back against the metal, he rolled his hips forward until the bright red fabric that covered his lengthening dick was less than a foot from my face.
"Take it out," he said.
Slowly, as the silence of the locker room pressed in on us, I reached up and put a hand on each of his hips. I let his body heat soak through the slick fabric into my palms before I dug my fingertips into his waistband. As my heart hammered, I pulled, slowly peeling his compression pants down to reveal a short thatch of hair and the root of his dick. I paused, surprised by the thickness of it, and when he spoke I could hear the smile in his voice.
"Keeping going."
With a tug, I pulled his pants down over his ass and his dick sprang free. It was long and thick, with a slight upward curve and a round, fat head. I could feel the heat of his crotch radiating against my face as I stared at it.
"Touch it," he said. His voice was soft but firm, encouraging.
Licking my lips again, I wrapped a hand around his shaft. Wondering at the hardness of it, I squeezed gently and slid my hand up toward the head.
"That's it," he said. "Stroke it."
I worked his shaft slowly, methodically, until a I heard him sigh.
"That's good," he said.
A shiny bead of pre-come appeared at the end of his dick. I kept stroking, watching that little drop grow bigger, until he drifted a few fingers through my hair.
"Taste it," he said.
I'd wanted to take his shaft into my mouth as soon as I'd seen it, so I leaned forward and licked his head. The skin was warm and smooth and his pre-come had a slightly salty tang. I swallowed it before wrapping my lips around his head and sucking gently.
I heard him sigh above me again.
"That's it," he said. "Suck it. Take as much as you can."
He put a hand on the back of my head, but I was already sliding forward to the edge of the bench so I could work my lips farther down his shaft. Keeping one hand wrapped around the base, I reached up with my other hand and cupped his balls. I squeezed gently as I sucked, trying to keep my lips tight and my teeth clear. When I found a comfortable rhythm he responded by rolling his hips forward to meet my mouth.
I could have spent all night there between his legs sucking those little tastes of salty sweetness from the end of his dick. I loved the smell of him. The masculine aroma of heat and sweat rising from his dark curls was intoxicating, and each time he made a little noise deep in his throat my dick twitched.
As his thrusts became more urgent I began to think that maybe we'd finish right there against the lockers. The last time I'd had a dick in my mouth I hadn't had the courage see things through, but as his moans grew louder I stopped worrying that someone would walk in and started wondering what it would be like to have him unload in my mouth. Would I be able to swallow it all? I wanted to. I wanted to know what it was like to feel him exploding onto my tongue, jet after jet. I wanted to know what it felt like, what it tasted like, to have a mouth full of come.
Dylan lifted his shirt to reveal his dick, still throbbing and pointing straight out at the lockers. "Think you can finish what you started?"
I licked my lips and nodded, but couldn't help cocking my head in the direction of the laughter echoing from the showers.
"I'm close," Dylan said. "It'll be quick. Just let me use your mouth and we'll be done before anyone else comes by."
I nodded again, shocked into silence by the phrase, "use your mouth," but eager to see what he meant.
After another quick look around he was on his feet standing close between my knees. He put a hand on the back of my head and his dick, hot and slightly sticky, pressed against my cheek just next to my mouth. I leaned back and reached up to grip his shaft in my fist, but he knocked my hand away.
"Let me do it," he said, his voice hushed. "Just relax and keep your lips around my dick."
I gripped the edge of the bench under me with both hands to keep myself steady while he held my head still and began to piston his thick dick in and out of my mouth. He started slowly, but when I didn't complain he sped up. Soon his balls were painting my chin with the saliva he was dragging in and out of my mouth. I tried to listen for the sound of other people approaching, but Dylan and his hard, powerful body demanded all my attention. I abandoned myself to the experience, to this man who wanted to use me until he came.
When he climaxed, the only warning I had was a strangled grunt before he leaned over and pressed his stomach against my forehead. He fucked himself up into my mouth twice more, then twitched his hips helplessly as he exploded.
The first spurt hit the roof my mouth and I jumped. The second pulsed against my tongue as I swallowed reflexively. For the third and fourth I relaxed my mouth and held my breath and by the time he finished my mouth was full. I leaned forward as he pulled out a few moments later, sucking as he retreated so his load wouldn't spill out onto my lap. I held it for a moment, surprised by the warmth and the sheer volume of it, before I carefully swallowed it all at once. I tried to keep my face expressionless as I savored the salty, slightly bitter aftertaste.
Still panting, Dylan took and step back pulled his elastic pants up over his deflating dick. He did a quick semi-squat to adjust himself and sat down next to me.
"Jesus," he said. He heaved a satisfied sigh. "There's no way you've never don't this before." He bumped my shoulder with his and I savored the intimacy of it. "How often you use that line on guys?"
"Never," I said. "That was the first time I've ever...I mean, that was the first time I've ever helped a guy finish."
Dylan considered me, his eyes shifting back forth between mine. "Really? You're not fucking with me?"
"No," I said. "I've always wanted to. I just got married before I could make it happen."
"Ready for round two?"
I would have laughed if someone had asked me that morning if I thought I'd suck a dick that day, but as soon as I heard the invitation, I leaned down and pulled that head into my mouth.
I didn't know what I was doing and he was huge, but I did my best and I loved it. I loved the sounds he made and the way he put his hand on the back of my head. I wanted to know what it was like to have a guy finish in my mouth, but I was too nervous, too exposed, to help him get there. A co-worker or anyone else could have come in at anytime. I stood up, wiped my mouth, and told him to meet me at the front entrance when my shift was over. He had, but when I saw him the adrenaline of it first encounter had worn off and I was too nervous. I walked right past him, got in my car, and spent the next ten years wondering what I'd missed out on.
This time would be different.
I jumped when I heard footsteps approaching and I sat up a little straighter when he appeared at the end of the bench. He was carrying his shirt and I could see the slight sheen of sweat glistening on his stomach beneath his dark hair.
"Hey," he said.
"Hi."
I didn't know what else to say, so I let my eyes drift down the to the bright red bulge of his compression pants.
He smiled and leaned casually on one hip. "You like what you see?"
I nodded and my stomach did a little flop as I remembered how that half finished blow job had started ten years earlier.
He was still smiling when he spoke again.
"Does your friend know you're cruising when you work out together?"
"Wife," I said.
I hadn't meant to say it, didn't need to say it, but after years of marriage it came out automatically. I suppressed a cringe and waited for his reaction.
He cocked an eyebrow. "Really."
"She doesn't know," I said. "About anything. About me." I hadn't meant to say that either, but there it was, hanging between us. I swallowed a sigh. Things weren't going the way I'd hoped and it'd only been about thirty seconds.
"Hm," he said.
He took a step closer. I'd been looking him in the eye, but as that bulge approached, as that flat, hairy stomach got closer, I couldn't look at anything else.
"And how often do you do this?"
This? What was this, I wondered. What was he going to let me do? What was he about to do to me?
I shook my head.
"Never," I said. Then I licked my lips. "Just once. In college."
When the bulge stopped about two feet from my face, I looked up. I couldn't quite read the expression on his face.
"Seriously?"
I shrugged, looked at the half hard dick showing through his lycra, then back up into his eyes. He smiled a broad, beautiful, toothy smile.
"Well shit," he said, almost to himself.
Before I could say anything else he positioned himself between my face and the locker in front out me. Leaning his back against the metal, he rolled his hips forward until the bright red fabric that covered his lengthening dick was less than a foot from my face.
"Take it out," he said.
Slowly, as the silence of the locker room pressed in on us, I reached up and put a hand on each of his hips. I let his body heat soak through the slick fabric into my palms before I dug my fingertips into his waistband. As my heart hammered, I pulled, slowly peeling his compression pants down to reveal a short thatch of hair and the root of his dick. I paused, surprised by the thickness of it, and when he spoke I could hear the smile in his voice.
"Keeping going."
With a tug, I pulled his pants down over his ass and his dick sprang free. It was long and thick, with a slight upward curve and a round, fat head. I could feel the heat of his crotch radiating against my face as I stared at it.
"Touch it," he said. His voice was soft but firm, encouraging.
Licking my lips again, I wrapped a hand around his shaft. Wondering at the hardness of it, I squeezed gently and slid my hand up toward the head.
"That's it," he said. "Stroke it."
I worked his shaft slowly, methodically, until a I heard him sigh.
"That's good," he said.
A shiny bead of pre-come appeared at the end of his dick. I kept stroking, watching that little drop grow bigger, until he drifted a few fingers through my hair.
"Taste it," he said.
I'd wanted to take his shaft into my mouth as soon as I'd seen it, so I leaned forward and licked his head. The skin was warm and smooth and his pre-come had a slightly salty tang. I swallowed it before wrapping my lips around his head and sucking gently.
I heard him sigh above me again.
"That's it," he said. "Suck it. Take as much as you can."
He put a hand on the back of my head, but I was already sliding forward to the edge of the bench so I could work my lips farther down his shaft. Keeping one hand wrapped around the base, I reached up with my other hand and cupped his balls. I squeezed gently as I sucked, trying to keep my lips tight and my teeth clear. When I found a comfortable rhythm he responded by rolling his hips forward to meet my mouth.
I could have spent all night there between his legs sucking those little tastes of salty sweetness from the end of his dick. I loved the smell of him. The masculine aroma of heat and sweat rising from his dark curls was intoxicating, and each time he made a little noise deep in his throat my dick twitched.
As his thrusts became more urgent I began to think that maybe we'd finish right there against the lockers. The last time I'd had a dick in my mouth I hadn't had the courage see things through, but as his moans grew louder I stopped worrying that someone would walk in and started wondering what it would be like to have him unload in my mouth. Would I be able to swallow it all? I wanted to. I wanted to know what it was like to feel him exploding onto my tongue, jet after jet. I wanted to know what it felt like, what it tasted like, to have a mouth full of come.
Dylan lifted his shirt to reveal his dick, still throbbing and pointing straight out at the lockers. "Think you can finish what you started?"
I licked my lips and nodded, but couldn't help cocking my head in the direction of the laughter echoing from the showers.
"I'm close," Dylan said. "It'll be quick. Just let me use your mouth and we'll be done before anyone else comes by."
I nodded again, shocked into silence by the phrase, "use your mouth," but eager to see what he meant.
After another quick look around he was on his feet standing close between my knees. He put a hand on the back of my head and his dick, hot and slightly sticky, pressed against my cheek just next to my mouth. I leaned back and reached up to grip his shaft in my fist, but he knocked my hand away.
"Let me do it," he said, his voice hushed. "Just relax and keep your lips around my dick."
I gripped the edge of the bench under me with both hands to keep myself steady while he held my head still and began to piston his thick dick in and out of my mouth. He started slowly, but when I didn't complain he sped up. Soon his balls were painting my chin with the saliva he was dragging in and out of my mouth. I tried to listen for the sound of other people approaching, but Dylan and his hard, powerful body demanded all my attention. I abandoned myself to the experience, to this man who wanted to use me until he came.
When he climaxed, the only warning I had was a strangled grunt before he leaned over and pressed his stomach against my forehead. He fucked himself up into my mouth twice more, then twitched his hips helplessly as he exploded.
The first spurt hit the roof my mouth and I jumped. The second pulsed against my tongue as I swallowed reflexively. For the third and fourth I relaxed my mouth and held my breath and by the time he finished my mouth was full. I leaned forward as he pulled out a few moments later, sucking as he retreated so his load wouldn't spill out onto my lap. I held it for a moment, surprised by the warmth and the sheer volume of it, before I carefully swallowed it all at once. I tried to keep my face expressionless as I savored the salty, slightly bitter aftertaste.
Still panting, Dylan took and step back pulled his elastic pants up over his deflating dick. He did a quick semi-squat to adjust himself and sat down next to me.
"Jesus," he said. He heaved a satisfied sigh. "There's no way you've never don't this before." He bumped my shoulder with his and I savored the intimacy of it. "How often you use that line on guys?"
"Never," I said. "That was the first time I've ever...I mean, that was the first time I've ever helped a guy finish."
Dylan considered me, his eyes shifting back forth between mine. "Really? You're not fucking with me?"
"No," I said. "I've always wanted to. I just got married before I could make it happen."
"Ready for round two?"
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