Date: Sun, 21 Aug 2011 15:28:38 -0700
From: josh fuller <tball101@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gluteus Maximus Pt. 4

This story is pure fiction, inspired by a recent massage I enjoyed.

There are graphic depictions of male homosexuality contained in this story
so if you don't like it, don't read it.

Love to hear your feedback. Send me an email at tball101@hotmail.com


Previously in "Gluteus Maximus" - Chapter Three

The shock that I may be a full-fledged gay guy was certainly bad
enough. But it was the searing pain of feeling rejected by Dev that was
eating me up. I wanted to be with him, I wanted to please him; I wanted him
to want me. I needed him to be in me -- to fuck me forever. I felt like I
was in love.



"Gluteus Maximus" -- Chapter Four

Over the next few days, I walked through the world in somewhat of a daze. I
spent almost every conscious moment thinking about Dev; fucking me hard and
stretching my hole, Dev telling me I was a gay pussy who needed cock, Dev
giving me the brush off.

I desperately wanted to see him again and struggled mightily not to call
him before Sunday -- four long days away.

I was distracted in school and suddenly had no use for sweet Becky. I gave
her a host of excuses why I couldn't see her and avoided her as much as I
could. Like most women, she knew something was up and I could sense her
nervous frustration with me.

In a strange turnabout, I actually condescended to her much like Dev did to
me as I told her that I was going to be too busy to see her for the rest of
the week. I gave her a passionate kiss and sent her on her confused way
feeling a slight twinge of an erection in my pants as I watched her sweet
ass walk away.

But I knew deep down that I didn't care about Becky anymore. It was like
Dev's words had cast a spell over me that morphed me into a cock craving
gay boy.

"It's okay man, I do know what's happening to you. You're gay. You were
born to get fucked, and fucked good. I've never seen anyone take cock like
you." He said softly as he looked me straight in the eye. "You're gonna
need to get fucked now, but I can't be dickin' you down everyday, you know
what I'm sayin'?"

He was right. God, I wanted it so bad. I wanted to be bent over and spanked
and fucked hard for hours. I wanted to experience that shuddering, mind
numbing pleasure I had in the shower over and over again. I was obsessed.

My parents asked me a few times why I was so quiet and moody -- I just
brushed them off and told them it was the heavy workload from school. Of
course, they had no idea I was spending my nights up in my room constantly
jerking off and fingering my hole thinking about Dev fucking me.

My only solace was football. The physical exertion of practice and workouts
took my mind off of my newfound obsession for the most part.

I did start to fixate on my glute exercises a bit more -- admiring the
form and shape of my muscular bubble butt in any mirror that was
nearby. With every squat and thrust I thought of Dev. It was as if I was
flexing my ass for him.

And the showers were certainly getting more interesting. I still felt that
I really wasn't into guys and I could certainly contain myself in a shower
full of naked guys, but I started to check out their cocks a bit more
pondering which one would be the best fit for my ass.

The bigger heavier dudes with smaller dicks didn't impress me; I knew I
needed some size.

Johnny Maxwell, another running back on the team, was small and very fit
and seemed to have a big piece of meat for his size.

But it was Ray Wickes' cock that really caught my eye. Ray was our starting
wide receiver; a good-looking black dude, tall, around 6'3", lean, muscled
and fit. He also was a "shower" with a banana cock that hung around 5 to 6"
away from his body soft! "Hmm," I wondered, "How big does that thing get?"

Ray's personality left a bit to be desired however. He always seemed to
have a chip on his shoulder and was very competitive with me as I was the
team's starting running back. He always wanted the ball and when he didn't
get it he made no effort to hide his displeasure and frustration.

Friday night's game was great. We beat our cross-town rivals by ten points
and played really well. I ran for 73 yards and a touchdown and Ray had 7
grabs for almost a 100; a nicely balanced attack.

In the locker room after the game it was all butt swats and grab ass as
everyone was celebrating. I had to work really hard to not pop a rod every
time someone slapped my butt.

To get myself out of that predicament, I lingered longer at my locker and
decided to take my shower when everyone else was pretty much done. People
were wrapping up and as I walked into the shower to find Ray rubbing his
neck under a showerhead. Apparently, he tweaked a muscle during the game.

He barley acknowledged my presence with a grunt as I took up residence
around 20 feet away and began to wash my nasty little body.

Ray was leaning forward with his eyes closed and the back of his head and
neck under the flowing water. His meaty flaccid cock hung straight down
from his body, a stream of water dropping from it. Of course, I couldn't
help but look at that cock and wonder what it would be like to get fucked
by this strapping black stud. I imagined myself bending over and
surrendering my ass to Ray begging him to put it in me.

I realized I was starting to get aroused and had to banish those illicit
thoughts from my mind. I was in the process of ripping my fixated eyes away
from this black stud when he suddenly snapped to attention and barked at
me.

"What the hell you looking at faggot?" he sneered, charming as usual.

I almost jumped out of my skin. "Oh nothing, man." I stammered, "You hurt
your neck?"

"Yeah" was his simple answer as he gave me a dirty look, turned off the
shower and walked away.

"That went well" I laughed to myself and wondered if he really noticed me
checking out his junk. I couldn't help but thinking of him as I played with
my hole a little bit in the shower.

After the game, as usual we all went out to a local diner to eat and have a
laugh. Also, as usual, Becky was there and she glommed on to me like a
barnacle to a hull. I felt suffocated by her presence but tried my best to
carry on with my boyfriend duties.

Ray was there too, surrounded by all his cronies and his petite little
girlfriend Maxine. She looked so small next to him; I couldn't help but
wonder how she would look getting speared by his big cock.

"Hey, you with me here?" Becky asked as I came out of my Ray induced
trance. She leaned in and gave me a kiss, "Come on, let's get out of here".

Becky was all over me on the way home. Even though I wasn't that
interested, it only took a little ear nibbling and her hand on my crotch to
get me revved up.

I fucked the shit out of her in the back seat in one of our usual parking
spots.

Watching her bounce up and down on my cock, her beautiful, pert tits
bouncing with her, I realized that I liked fucking her. She was a gorgeous
chick and she was obviously crazy about me. I was one lucky dude. The only
problem was that I also realized that if I had the choice, I'd rather be
the one bouncing up and down on a dick, making chipmunk sounds like a bitch
in heat. God, I couldn't wait to see Dev again.



Sunday couldn't get here fast enough. I called Dev in the afternoon and got
voicemail.

"Hey man, I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight..." I said
trying not to sound so needy.

Dev never called back. I was crestfallen and felt that black hole in my gut
again.

Monday went by and I still didn't hear from him. I left him another
message. "Hey Dev, it's Josh. Um, I was just wondering if you wanted to
hang out sometime this week.  I'd love to see you man..." I was definitely
a pitiful needy bitch.

Late Monday night, I was lying in bed staring at the ceiling when my cell
phone rang.

"Hey man, how you doing?" Dev asked benignly.

"I'm good, man, good to hear from you." God, I sounded like such a dork.

"Yeah, sorry it took me a while to get back, I was busy, you know what I'm
sayin'?" he said flatly.

"Yeah, that's cool. I was, um just wondering if you wanted to hang out
sometime this week."

"You want to hang out? Like watch TV or something?" he said.

I let out a little nervous laugh, "Well, you know what I'm talking
about..."

"Bitch, I don't know what you're talking about. Why don't you tell me..."
his words practically spit out of the phone.

"Well, um..."  I stammered, somewhat stunned by his aggression.

"Listen man, we both know what you want. You don't want to "hang out" you
want to get fucked. Enough of this little boy blue bullshit, tell me what
you want like the bitch you are."

I was shocked. I couldn't believe his tone. I was also hard as a rock.

"You there?"  he asked.

"Um, yeah, I..." I didn't know what to say.

"Listen Josh, if you want to be with me, you gotta start playing the
game. I like slutty, dirty talking bitches. Now tell me what you want." He
commanded.

The floodgates opened. "Oh man, I want your cock. I want you to fuck the
shit out of me and make me scream..."

"That's it, baby." He said, his tone completely changed. "You want to eat
it?"

"I want to suck your dick and eat your cum. Slap my face with your hot cock
and tease me with it. Then fuck the shit out of me again -- all night,
man -- I want to bounce on your dick all night!" My body was twitching
with arousal.

"Yeah man, sounds good." He said in a satisfied tone. "See you tomorrow
around 6".

I jerked off immediately as I got off the phone and shot a huge load on my
stomach



The next night at Dev's house was different.

My first visit was almost like an extended massage session that turned into
fucking. On my second visit, he made me suck his cock -- something I
thought I'd never do in my life -- fucked me into a frenzy and by the end
left me needing him desperately.

Now, I felt like a nervous, subservient girlfriend going to see her man. He
said he wanted his "bitches" to be dirty talking and slutty and that kind
of excited me.

He greeted me at the door looking the "The Ladies Man", wearing a silk robe
with nothing on underneath, his semi hard on poking out through the slit.

"Hey baby..."  he smiled and took me into his arms and kissed me
passionately, his hands quickly finding their way to my butt. "How you
doing sweet cheeks?"

I wrapped my hand around his ever hardening rod and said sweetly "Mmm, I'm
a lot better now..."

I slowly dropped to me knees, never breaking eye contact with him as I
popped the head of his cock into my mouth. "Mmm" I moaned on his dick as I
gave him the best lustful gaze I could muster.

"Oh, looks like baby needs dick tonight!" he said with delight.

I started sucking his beautiful cock with abandon. Whatever aversion I had
to sucking dick in my head was long gone. I just wanted to please Dev and
at this moment I loved sucking his cock. I wanted to pleasure him and get
him to blow a load in my mouth and eat his cum. I was in total lust.

He grabbed my head and started giving me a gentle face fucking, all the
while making a string of aggressive statements such as, "Yeah suck that
cock, bitch! You like that dick? White bitch is hungry tonight!" and my
favorite "Suck that black cock!"

There was obviously a lot more to Dev than the quiet, straight-laced
masseuse I meant all those weeks ago. He was a sexual animal, a masculine
stud who not only needed, but deserved to be serviced well and often.

He groaned loudly as he shot what felt like a gallon of hot cum down my
gullet. I loved taking his man juice and moaned on his dick as I milked the
last drops.

"Hmm, man!  Looks like you're getting the hang of this shit, Josh!" he said
as he patted my like a dog on the head, his cock still in my mouth. I gave
him a grateful smile.

Dev then proceeded to fuck me every which way till Sunday. I screamed and
cried and worshiped him as he deserved for what seemed like hours. He did
fuck the shit out of me and I loved every incredible minute of it. He was a
machine and as I was getting reamed violently from behind, slamming his
cock into me so hard that I was making involuntarily whimpers on every
thrust, I realized I was one lucky bitch.

Later, lying in bed, we kissed and cuddled and I was all over him like
Becky was with me the last time I saw her. I was glowing with post coital
bliss and showered him with kisses. I felt positively... feminine. I would
have done anything for him at that moment.

I had my head cuddled against his rippled stomach as he rubbed my head
sweetly. "How you feeling?" he asked sweetly.

"That was great", I said somewhat dreamily. "Thank you, I needed that..."

"I guess so, man. You really are a cockslut, you know that?" he said with a
bit of a smile if his voice.

I looked at him and smiled, "Yeah, I guess I am..."

"Good." He said as he pushed my head down his torso. "Now get back on that
dick"

I happily sucked his cock back into my mouth, hoping he had another big
load to feed me.



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