Gym Night

The below story is 18+ LGBTQ. If you don’t feel comfortable with that… Do Not Read. This a same sex - MM -oral fantasy. As I have zero experience in this area this is purely a work of erotic imagination. If any LGBTQ readers would give feedback as the quality, I’d appreciate it.

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Removing my headset and unplugging my phone from the cord, I put my equipment in my locker and headed out. Being a night owl I love working second shift, 3:30 p.m. to midnight. It suits me since I enjoy the cool night air and the quiet of late night. Stepping out of the police department where I worked as a 9-1-1 dispatcher I was greeted by a warm spring night. The three quarter moon had a lovely nimbus around it. As the light breeze stroked my arms I stretched out the kink in my back and, piling into my car, headed to Dennys for a cup of coffee before heading to the gym for my after shift workout.

Walking into the restaurant I was happy to see that Steve was working. Steve was a friendly twenty-two year old, three years my junior, with dark curly hair and swarthy skin that spoke of a mixed hispanic heritage. He was about an inch shorter than my 5'11''. We had been talking off and on for the last six months or so as I liked to stop in to unwind after work, and had become quasi-friends. From our previous conversations I knew he was gay, but that didn't bother me. Being bicurious and having found myself attracted to a number of guys over the years, despite not having done anything about it, I found his toned young body and friendly attitude a pleasant diversion. He was a nice guy - easy to talk to with a naturally outgoing personality. Sitting at a booth in the back, I leaned back, closed my eyes, and took in the ambience.

"Ready for a cup of coffee Brett?"

Opening my eyes I smiled up at the handsome young man. " You know it. Thanks." As Steve walked over to the get the carafe I couldn't help but watch. He had a nice taut ass, good calf muscles, and decently broad shoulders under his work polo. I figured he was a runner, maybe a swimmer. Regardless, he was in good shape without being a muscle bound jock. As far back as high school, I had always been able to appreciate a nice body, male or female, and - despite being ostensibly 'straight' - had, on many occasions found myself sneaking looks at other guy's packages in the showers after gym class. This had led to a number of stroke off sessions that included fantasies of the bi-type. Most involved two men and a woman, but definitely included the idea of male on male oral sex. Steve had featured in a number of those.

I had, in a typical cliche, lost my virginity in a fumbling manner with Lisa Martin, my senior year girlfriend of just over eight months, in the back seat of my car after prom. As I recalled, Bob Seger had been singing 'Night Moves' on the radio. We had both been seventeen years old and eager to explore our sexuality. Lisa and I had continued dating for a couple months after high school and had a decent sex life until she went off to college. Since then I had had a number of girlfriends, the latest being Cindy Worthington with whom I had, until very recently, shared an apartment for the past year. None of them were ever aware of my predilection to watch gay and MMF porn.

Glancing back as he reached the counter, Steve caught me looking. I blushed a bit, feeling caught out, but he just smiled and grabbed two coffee cups and the carafe.

Walking back to my booth, Steve set the two cups down on the table. Filling the one in front of me, he smiled. "How's the city tonight Brett?"

I found myself drawn to his smile. Steve has strikingly dark brown eyes with long lashes and a smile that reached his eyes, making them sparkle with mirth. His dimpled chin was strong and he had that five o'clock shadow that suited him well.

"Nothing unusual. Just a few drunks and a couple domestics. Still, any night spent answering 9-1-1 calls and talking to cops on the radio is stressful. How are things with you?"

"Pretty much par for the course," he replied. "Except that Gabe moved out a couple days ago so I'm officially a free guy again."

"Sorry to hear that," I replied.

"Don't be. He was getting on my nerves with his complaining. We're still friends, but it was just kind of over, you know. What about you? Cindy still around?"

"No. She got a promotion at work and was transferred to San Antonio. Guess we're both free."

Looking around at the empty diner, Steve shrugged. "Well, life's full of opportunities. Plenty of fish in the sea and all that. Mind if I sit? As you can see, we're not exactly overrun tonight. Typical Monday."

"Be my guest," I said, gesturing to the other side of the booth.

Surprisingly, Steve said, "Move over," and, when I did so, sat next to me. When his leg brushed against mine, I felt a tingle in my crotch. My mind began poring over interesting possibilities. Noting that I didn't pull away, Steve grinned. "Heading to the gym tonight?" he asked.

"Yeah. Got some tension to work out."

"Really? Missing Cindy or just general stress?"

"A bit of both. I miss the sex, but, like you and Gabe, it was kind of over anyway." I shrugged. "But, really, I just like to keep in shape, especially since I sit in that chair for eight and a half hours a day. Gotta work at this bod." I grinned.

"Well, you manage that nicely," Steve said, looking me up and down with an appreciative look. I had what I thought was a decent physique with only a bit the extra padding that most of my fellow dispatchers had from living sedentary lifes.

"Thanks," I replied. "So do you. Besides, the gym is generally empty at night so I can work out without too many distractions."

"Am I being a distraction?" Steve lowered his left arm and placed his hand on my right knee.

My dick twitched as I felt electricity race up my thigh to my groin. I swallowed. Was Steve actually flirting with me? I wasn't sure how to credit it, but I was definitely getting a vibe. "Not at all," I said.

"Glad to hear it." Steve's strong fingers squeezed my knee for a moment before slipping around to brush the inside of my thigh before he raised his arm back to rest on the edge of the table.

Steve was definitely flirting. My dick was now semierect, pushing against the material of my briefs as if sensing something in the air. Dare I finally take action on my bicurious side? I swallowed the lump in my throat. Maybe tonight would be the time I would finally find out if guys really did give the best blow jobs. I smiled at him and was rewarded with a wink.

"Do you mind if I go to the gym with you? This is my early night and I've got a few frustrations to work out myself." Steve widened his eyes and looked at me.

"Sure. You're more than welcome," I replied as my mind whirled through thoughts of those full lips wrapped around my cock. What the hell? I thought. If it happens, fine. If not, I can always jerk off later.

"Cool," he said. "Let me clock out and I'll follow you over."

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Pulling into the parking lot of the fitness center ten minutes later, I was gratified to see that there were no other cars in the lot. Of course, not that many people go to the gymnasium at two in the morning so this wasn't unusual. Steve pulled in next to me and hopped out of his Ford Escape. Opening the back door he leaned in and pulled out a gym bag. Lifting an eyebrow, I looked at the bag.

Steve chuckled - a low pleasant sound. "I keep running shorts and a tee shirt in the car for those nights when I feel like jogging on the beach or something before heading home."

"Good thinking," I said. "Come on." Walking up to the main door I pulled out my magnetically encoded membership card and unlocked the entrance. Steve followed me in. He glanced around at the workout equipment and gave a low whistle. "Nice."

"Locker room's this way," I said, heading to the left. "We can get changed in there." I was really happy to note that there wasn't another soul in the place. I had never been happier to belong to a fitness center that allowed twenty-four hour access without the necessity of having staff on site at night.

Walking into the locker room I noted that pungent but not unpleasant smell of sweat, disinfectant, and chlorine. As I opened my locker, Steve set his bag on the bench and sat down. Pulling out my shorts, tank top, and tennis shoes I turned to see Steve, now shoeless, pulling his work polo shirt over his head. He had nicely toned chest muscles and a flat stomach. As he stood I noted he had a good tan. There was no hair on his upper torso excepting a light smattering around his taut nipples. Lower, there was a ring of hair around his belly button. A dark happy trail led down into the hem of his slacks. As he pulled the shirt the rest of the way off, tousling his black hair fetchingly, I noted his shoulders were indeed fairly broad.

"You gonna stare or change clothes?" Steve said with a chuckle.

"Sorry," I said. "Just admiring. You're quite toned. Do you swim, run, or what?"

"I jog a couple of miles most days but, yeah, I spend a lot of time at the pool and the beach. It's a habit. I was all state on my high school swim team. Just missed a scholarship."

"Well, it's working for you."

As Steve reached for his belt buckle, I pulled off my own work shirt and, turning, hung it in my locker.

When I turned back around, Steve was standing there in a pair of boxer briefs. He looked like a wet dream. I could see the bulge of his dick pressing on the front of his underwear. My mouth went dry as I drank in the sight. He was indeed quite well put together. Noting my gaze, Steve grinned and pulled out his gym shorts.

As he bent down to insert his feet I couldn't help but note how taut his ass muscles were. Now feeling nervous, I fumbled at my own belt a moment before realizing I had yet to take off my dress shoes from work. Laughing, I sat on the bench and kicked them off. Standing I dropped my own pants and put them in locker along with my work shoes.

Steve gave a low whistle. "Nice," he said.

My heart beat even faster. I could feel my face flush. Despite my fantasies I had never before actually faced the real possibility of allowing myself to "go there" with another guy. This admiration from someone of the same sex was a new experience, but I found I liked it. I hoped this night actually went where I thought it would. "Thanks," I said, pulling on my own gym shorts and tank top as Steve pulled his yellow tee shirt on. I was almost sad to lose the view of his torso, but the tight tee still showed off his musculature.

Putting on our shoes, we headed into the main workout room.

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Prior to hitting the machines we stretched out for a couple of minutes. My mind whirled as I watched Steve bend and stretch his athletic body. He was supple and tapered with hips a couple inches narrower than his shoulders. Steve's arms were nicely muscled from his swimming experience, as were his well shaped legs. I could see him checking me out as well, especially when I bent over for toe touches. My dick began swelling in my briefs creating a tent. Steve took in this sight and I saw him surreptitiously lick his lips.

"What do you want to hit first?" I queried, finishing my last upper torso rotation.

"Is that a trick question?" Steve said with a grin. "Looks like you're already lifting some weight."

Trying to sound casually nonchalant, I chuckled, glancing down at the obvious proof of my arousal. "Could be. How about we hit the weight bench. I'll spot you."

"Sounds good," he replied. Steve put 150 pounds on the bar and lay on the bench. I got a great view up his inner thigh as his shorts and boxers weren't overly taut. I saw the head of his penis poking from where his boxers had pulled up some as he scotched his butt farther toward the front of the bench. It appeared he was circumcised. My own cock surged once more in response.

Tearing my eyes from Steve's groin, I walked behind the bench and, straddling the head of it, grasped the bar in the center wirh both hands. I was extremely conscious that my now fully rigid seven inch hard on was just a scant foot or so above Steve's face where he lay below me.

Reaching up, Steve placed his hands palms up on the weight bar. "Ready?" I asked.

"For anything," Steve said, his eyes centered on my groin. I flushed red, knowing he had a perfect view up the legs of my shorts. Still, from the way he was looking, I didn't think he minded his view anymore than I did mine. Pulling the weight bar up from where it rested, I kept a grip until Steve had it adjusted to his own comfort. As he lowered and raised the bar I had a great view of his muscles expanding and contracting. I found the entire scene to be one of the most erotic of my life. After fifteen reps I helped Steve guide the bar back onto the brackets.

As his fingers released the bar he reached out and grazed my inner thighs with his fingertips. I let out a low moan as my pulse jumped. I had not been this horny in ages. Resting his fingers on my quivering legs below my shorts, Steve met my eyes. I could see his own dick was now creating a respectable tent as I had a bird's eye view. Flexing his fingers where they rested on my inner legs, Steve simply asked, "Yes?"

I felt as if my heart was going to burst, my pulse was pounding so hard. My ears had a roaring in them. I was on the cusp of fulfilling a fantasy I had had since the first time I discovered that a penis wasn't just for peeing. The decision was mine. Do I, whom had never been with another man, take the chance at exploring this side of my sexuality? I knew it wouldn't turn me completely gay as I was too fond of pussy for that..., still, once I ventured into this realm there was no going back. No pretending to myself that my fascination with the male form was just innocent meaningless curiosity. My eyes snapped to the twitching bulge in Steve's shorts. He was very obviously into this. Besides, I knew why I had brought Steve here when I first said he could accompany me. Taking a deep breath, I looked down at his face. He was waiting for my answer.

"Brett, if you're not comfortable with this, we can just finish our workout. I know you have no experience on this side of the street."

"No," I said breathlessly. "Uhm, I mean yes. Please. Go ahead."

Accepting my agreement st face value, Steve's supple fingers moved up. Softly he teased the hairs on my legs. My entire body tensed as he moved past the lower edge of my boxers. His right hand stroked my dick which surged in response. His left lightly cupped my balls which were pulling up tight against my groin. I felt like my knees would buckle. His fingers wrapped around my pulsating shaft, his thumb circled that magically sensitive spot right at the base of the head. I let out a groan as my knees bent without my conscious volition. I could feel the slickness as my precum leaked from the slit and was spread by his fingers. I couldn't believe this was actually happening.

Removing his hands from my shorts, Steve sat up. I groaned in loss. Turning, he straddled the bench facing me. Looking me in the eyes he brought his hand to his mouth and licked his fingers. I swallowed. That was so hot. I had experimentally tasted my own precum a couple of times, but never anyone elses. Steve pulled off his shirt, dropping it on the floor. Reaching out I stroked his chest. His skin was hard and yet soft at the same time. His nipples were dimpled. I ran a finger over an areola. Like a woman's, the nipples hardened. He shivered a bit. While there was no breast to cup as such, the muscled hardness of Steve's chest was intoxicating.

Steve placed his hands on my hips at the top of my gym shorts. "Last chance to change your mind," he said.

I couldn't have changed my mind at that moment if my life depended on it. My entire being was focused on him as his tongue did a small circle on his lips. The only thing I wanted in the world right then was those lips around my dick.

Sucking in a gasping breath I just nodded. As his hands began inching my shorts down over my hips, Steve leaned forward. He lightly kissed my abdomen by my belly button before swirling his tongue around the depression. Traces of fire seemed to follow wherever his tongue touched. My whole body seemed to burn with desire.

Sliding my shorts and boxers down, tongue following along my own happy trail, Steve finally freed my dick from confinement. I felt like it had never been this hard in my entire life. Looking down, the sight of him licking the bottom of my stomach just above my jutting member filled my entire consciousness.

Steve reached around and cupped my buttocks, strong fingers kneading and massaging my ass as he looked at my penis. My ass clenched spasmodically. His strong hands felt different from those of any woman I had ever been with, but not in a bad way.

"Very nice," he said. Steve pulled me toward him as he shifted forward a few more inches. The cool metal of the weight bar pressed across my stomach. Returning one hand to the front, Steve cupped my testicles, lightly rolling them as his fingers teased the fine hairs there. A drop of precum oozed from my the slit at the top of my member. Steve flicked out his tongue and licked it off. My whole body shuddered.

"Mmmm," he moaned. "You taste nice." Bending his head to one side, he kissed and suckled me right where the vee of skin comes up on the underside of my cockhead. I had to grasp the weight bar to remain standing as a jolt of sheer erotic bliss surged over me. I groaned.

When Steve opened his lips and engulfed the head of my dick in his hot mouth I thought I would die. His mouth was so hot and wet I almost came right then. Tensing, I fought back the urge. I felt the vibration as Steve chuckled, his mouth still on my dick. My scrotum cinched even tighter to my groin.

Tongue teasing the entire way, Steve advanced his mouth slowly down the length of my shaft. I was amazed when he actually reached the base, burying his nose in my pubic hair. I know seven inches is fairly average, certainly not a giant penis size, but none of my girlfriends had ever gotten more than half the length of me in their mouth before. I was in nirvana. Looking down I was totally enraptured by the sight of this handsome man with his nose in my groin, his tongue and tonsils tickling my hidden shaft. Holy shit!

As his back hand touched lightly on my asshole, I couldn't help but jerk forward some. I had no experience with anal penetration as none of my girlfriends had ever evinced a desire to insert a digit there. While he did not try to insert his finger, I gotta say that his tracing of my nether-hole felt amazing. I hadn't realized how powerfully charged the nerves there were. Steve pulled back slowly, lingeringly, his lips caressing every inch of my shaft as it slid out of his mouth. Just as he reached the apex of the head, as I thought he was going to completely remove his soft hot lips from me, he suddenly surged forward, engulfing my full length once more. I felt the head of my dick bumping against the back of his throat. It was amazing. Every nerve in my body was jumping and tingling. I couldn't even think. Could barely breathe.

This time when he came back up the length of me he grasped my shaft with a strong hand. I could feel the calluses on his fingers rubbing me in ways I had never felt from a woman's softer hands. Steve got a rhythm going. As his head bobbed down, his hand would stroke down also, sliding the skin of my dick in delicious friction. Steve's other hand reached from behind up between my legs to tickle the sensitive skin behind my scrotum. The feel of his arm rubbing and flexing across my butt cheeks right in the crack was it's own delicious experience.

Continuing to bob on my dick Steve quit stroking between my legs and ran a hand up my back. As he circled the bundle of nerves at the base of my back right above the buttocks I jerked. "Oh my God," I moaned. "Jesus, you're fantastic," I gasped out through clenched teeth. He moved his hand from my back to run fingertips lightly up and down my side.

His fingers were molten eroticism. My blood felt like it was boiling. I placed one hand on the top of his head. Barely resisting the primal urge to pull him back down on every upstroke, I ran my fingers through his tight curls. When Steve dropped the hand gripping my dick in order to once again engulf my full length in his sweltering mouth, I cried out. "Jesus Christ! Yes! Oh my God, suck that dick!"

Just as I was getting close to cumming, my balls tensing up preparatory to eruption, Steve let my dick pop out of his mouth. I sagged on weak knees.

Steve looked up at me. "Breathe, Brett. Breathe."

Grasping the weight bar I stood there just catching my breath a moment. My legs tensed. My balls clenched. I realized peripherally that my shorts and boxers were still puddled around my tennis shoes. It was hard to concentrate on anything beyond the need for release. My cock jerked spasmodically, sticky clear fluid seeping from the opening.

Standing, Steve patted the weight bench. "Come here and sit down," he said. Steve laughed out loud when I almost tripped over my puddled gym shorts. "Let me help you there before you fall face first and bruise that beautiful dick." Crouching in front of me, my dick just at the top of his bowed head, Steve slid my shorts and boxers off over my tennis shoes. As I lifted one foot at a time for this, I rested a hand lightly on his head for balance.

When he stood, grinning at me, I tentatively reached out to touch the bulge in his own shorts. As my palm brushed against the firm hardness of his erection, I felt a strange thrill. I had never before touched another man's dick despite my many fantasies. It was surreal. I rubbed the length of him through the obstructing material. "Wow," I said. "You're pretty big."

"You're no slouch yourself," he said, looking down at my still raging seven inches. Backing up he gestured. "Now sit."

I sat on the end of the weight bench, my feet to each side of the legs. My cock protruded from my groin, twitching every few seconds. Looking at me, Steve said, "Lean back and hold the edges of the bench." I followed his directions.

Kneeling in front of me on the padded gym floor, Steve gently spread my legs a little further apart so he could move between them. My balls felt the cool draft drom the ac unit where they hung exposed and vulnerable.

"You know I've been attracted to you from the first time you walked in and ordered a cup of coffee," he said, looking at my face as his fingers tickled the sensitive spots behind my knees. "But there was Gabe, and, of course Cindy. Still, I've thought about this many times."

As he leaned in and licked the inside of my left thigh, I gasped. My dick pulsed with need in time with my heartbeat. "I've had fantasies about you too," I said.

"Really?" he said. "I knew there was a vibe, but I figured you were fairly entrenched in walking the "straight" and narrow. Tonight I just kind of figured I'd take a shot. Gotta say, I'm glad I did." He chuckled, then blew on my balls.

"Me too," I gasped. "Besides, we're both single consenting adults and..., well, I've always kind of wanted to try this...," I said. "Just never really had the nerve or met anyone like you before. Besides, I don't think my past girlfriends would have understood."

"Probably not," he chuckled.

Raising to a squat, he placed his hands on the bench between my knees and, leaning in, nuzzled my neck. His chin hair tickled the base of my throat. I squirmed, but lifted my head to give him better access. His lips left hot spots on my skin. It felt wonderful. Lowering his head he transferred his ministrations to my chest. When he took one of my nipples in his mouth and nibbled on it my back arched up. "Aargh" was all I could manage.

Steve moved his hands down to my hips, using my legs as a balance point as he continued his oral exploration down my torso. When his tongue did a swirl in my belly button I jerked spasmodically. "Damn, that's nice," I said.

"Yes it is," he said. "Very nice." Squatting back down, he released my legs and relaxed once more on his knees and feet. Steve grasped my cock once more in his hot, callused hand and began a gentle stroking up and down.

"Goddamn, that feels good," I said.

Leaning forward Steve lifted my shaft. He licked at my dangling testicles as his fingers slowly caressed the hard length of my manhood. Precum oozed from the slit, running onto his fingers as he lightly stroked up and down. The lubricant made his hand glide smoothly. Taking one of my balls into his mouth, he gently suckled on it.

None of my girlfriends had been into the idea of sucking on my balls; even those that were into giving head. It was both slightly painful and nerve blastingly wonderful at once. 'Fuuuuccckkkk," I moaned.

Releasing my balls from their entrapment, Steve swapped his hand with his mouth. A sticky drop of man juice was beading at the base of my head. Steve slurped it up and continued on to engulf my shaft once more in his hot mouth.

As Steve used his well honed skills to completely swallow my full seven inches I raised my ass from the bench a few inches to meet him. My arms locked rigidly on the bench. Steve gradually increased the tempo of his efforts until his head was pistoning up and down between my legs. This was without a doubt the best blowjob I had ever had.

My nuts clenched as my orgasm built. My entire body went almost rigid. "I'm about to cum," I gasped. trying to pull back some. I didn't know how Steve would feel about me shooting a load of spunk down his throat.

Steve pushed back forward, taking me all the way to the root. My nuts spasmed as a gush of sperm boiled up through my shaft to spurt down his throat, followed quickly by several more. 'Oh Goddddd! Jesus!" I yelled in ecstasy. I had never in my life had such an intense orgasm. It was earth shattering. Steve swallowed almost every drop.

I dropped back on the bench as my orgasm finally relented. After a couple of breaths, I leaned up on my arms. Steve still knelt between my legs. A bit of thick white spunk matted the edge of his lips. As I watched, he licked it off.

"Jesus Christ man! That was.... something....," I said. "You are sure as hell talented Steve."

Standing, he grinned down at me. "I do try Brett. You okay?"

"I'm great. Why?"

"Well, some guys tend to start feeling guilty or self conscious after their first gay experience."

"I guess I can see that," I replied. "But, I'm fine. I wouldn't have missed that for the world."

"Glad to hear it."

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From where I reclined in my post orgasmic stupor, I could see that Steve still sported a large erection. Sitting up, I looked at him. Tentatively I reached out and caressed the bulge tenting his shorts.

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"You don't have to Brett. I'd understand." Steve was looking at me. I could see both desire and worry warring in his smoky eyes. "If you're not comfortable..."

"No. It wouldn't be right not to. Besides, I want to," I said. "If I didn't at least try it at this point I'd wonder and regret it for the rest of my life." Steve stood there in front of me in his shorts and tennis shoes. His hard on protruded from his crotch making a fabric pyramid. He looked both beautifully masculine and a bit silly at the same time. He was gorgeous. I reached out to pull him closer. He didn't resist.

My mind was whirling chaotically as I placed a hand on his abdomen. His muscular physique and firm skin felt awesome. I had never been more excited and, at the same time, frightened in my life. I both wanted to do this and dreaded it simultaneously. This would be the ultimate admittance of my own bisexuality. He shivered as I leaned forward and kissed the swarthy tanned skin of his stomach. I ran my hands up his chest, marveling at the bumpy hardnes of his areolas. This was both like and totally different from caressing the soft curves of a woman. Grasping the top of his shorts, I looked up. Steve was gazing down at me. The tip of his tongue unconsciously licked his own lips. My mind recalled the image of that tongue swiping up my cum from where it had leaked from his mouth. Despite my very recent orgasm, my dick stirred.

Steve stood there. He was leaving the choice up to me despite his obvious desire and need. Looking back down I lowered his shorts and boxers. As his social armor fell, revealing him in his vulnerable nakedness, his penis jutted forth. It was magnificent. His dick looked to be about the same length as mine - maybe just a tad longer. It was thick. His testicles were fairly large and hung a bit lower than my own in their sack. The purplish, blood engorged, mushroom shaped head was at eye level where I sat on the bench. He obviously manscaped as the dark hairs surrounding the base of his manhood were trimmed short and neat. As I gazed in rapt wonder a bead of clear sticky precum oozed from the slit. Could I? Dare I? What would a man's dick taste like? I had to know. If not now, probably never. This was a lifelong fantasy I had to act out - for me as much as for the gorgeous person in front of me. If he had insisted I return the 'favor' I'm not sure I could have. But this young man had freely given what I had always secretly desired with no reservation or expectations. Besides; he was sexy, considerate, and I actually liked him.

I cupped his dangling balls in one hand. They were warm. The trimmed curly hairs tickled my palm. Leaning forward I caught the scent of him. Musky, slightly sweaty... masculine. It was intoxicating. Swallowing my trepidation I lifted his shaft to a better angle and licked my first bead of precum from another man's dick. It was slick, a little salty. My tongue wanted more.

I looked up at Steve. He had leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He was a picture of youthful vitality. His hands were fisted at his sides as if resisting the urge to grab me by the back of the neck and force my mouth onto his jutting erection. "I've never done this before," I said. "So, if I hurt you or anything..." My sentence trailed off.

"There's no such thing as a bad blowjob," Steve replied. "You know what you like so just follow your instincts." Steve looked down at me and I saw him grin. It was snarky and beautiful. His eyes were dark and swimming with desire. "Just, no biting."

I laughed. "Got it." I leaned in, inhaling his masculine scent. It didn't smell the same as a dripping wet sexually excited pussy, but I liked it. Opening my mouth I tentatively placed my lips on the head of him. His pole was firm. It twitched as my mouth engulfed the head. I could taste flesh and precum. I slid lower. As my tongue swirled I got a taste of new flavors. My palette liked it. I slid lower. The feel of a hard cock in my mouth was sheer heaven. I kneaded his balls, rolling them in my hand. I could feel his testicles inside the scrotum. Their hard roundness had drawn up tighter to his center. They were firmer than before. Steve groaned, his hands clenching and unclenching with desire for more. I was rewarded for my efforts with another bit of precum on my questing hungry tongue.

Releasing his balls, I gripped his shaft, my fingers just shy of touching in a full circle around his girth, I marveled at the hardness coated in soft sliding skin. Experimentally I stroked up and down. The exterior skin of his dick slid up and down smoothly. Inside it the hard shaft. He was warm, hard, soft, manly. I slid another inch inside my mouth. I was about four inches down his length. I could feel the head of his dick pressing on the back of my throat where it curved. As I pulled back almost to the tip, I once more pushed forward. As his hard manhood slid in and out of my mouth he moaned in ecstasy. I took this as a good sign. Letting go of his cock I reached around and cupped the bottom of his ass. It was firm, muscular, hardened in a way no woman I had ever been with was.

I allowed his tip to slide out of my mouth as I stroked his butt and lower back. Looking up at this young Adonis I saw his mouth was partly open. Hs eyes closed. Every bone in his body appeared to be clenched. I now knew what women felt when they drove a man wild. The sheer power of controlling a man with sex. His skin was hot, his desire radiating pure heat. His dick twitched in front of my eyes.

Continuing to massage his muscular glutes, I once again took him into my mouth. I tried to take him farther in but my throat contracted and I almost gagged. Apparently deep throating took practice. I set up a rhythm, my mouth gliding down half his shaft and back up. It was everything I had ever thought and more.

Steve moaned. "Yessss," he hissed. "God, suck it Brett."

Encouraged I sped up. Gripping his ass I went to town, my head bobbing in and out of his crotch - his hard cock rocketing in and out of my mouth. I felt him tense. I knew he was close to cumming. Reaching back around I gripped his maleness and began jacking in time with my swallowing. His balls pulled up even farther, preparatory to loosing their load.

"Aarrrgggghhh. I'm gonna cum," he gasped. "Christ!"

Steve pulled back. Did I want him to cum in my mouth? I wasn't sure. The idea was intimidating. I wasn't sure if I was ready to swallow another man's load of sperm. Regretfully, I let his dick slide out of my mouth. One hand continued kneading his ass cheeks as the other jacked him up and down. My eyes were glued onto his dick. I couldn't look away.

Suddenly he let out a loud groan. I felt his dick jerk. A stream of white erupted from the head of his dick, hitting me in the face. It was warm. Sticky. Another jet of cum shot out, splattering me around the nose and mouth. I could smell his essence. It was at once familiar and strange. As I continued to jack him, bringing my other hand around to grasp his balls, he sagged a bit, his knees going loose. More cum dribbled from his tip, running down to coat my fingers. As his firm member softened a bit, Steve relaxed visibly.

When he looked at me I saw some of the heat leave his eyes. I released him and looked wonderingly at my hand. It was coated with his spunk. I rolled some in my fingers. I brought my hand to my mouth and licked at it. The taste was interesting. My own dick jerked spasmodically. Noticing, Steve giggled.

"Well?" I queried, smiling.

"I've had better." His grin took any sting from his statement. Steve laughed. "Like I said Brett, there's no such thing as a bad blowjob. He raised his eyebrows. "Still, I could maybe give you a few pointers in the future... If you want."

"I think I'd like that, I replied with a smile: Confirming what I had always known but not truly acknowledged. I was bisexual for sure and I wanted more. Besides, it is true: Guys do give the best head.

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