Date: Sat, 6 May 2017 15:34:22 +0000 (UTC)
From: Charlie <cosmic709@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gym Buddies 3

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Gym Buddies, Chapter 3
C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com
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After the encounter with Jordan, I found myself sitting in the sauna, sweat
pouring down my body, staring at a text from Dylan. I told him I could get
together later that night and then went back to my house. I showered the
cum off of my face and started to wonder what was happening to my life. In
that moment, it didn't feel like I was living out every gay guy's
fantasy. It felt like I had gone off the rails completely. I'd hooked up
with two guys, neither of whom seemed to treat me with respect. They used
me and then dumped me until they needed me again. I couldn't tell if
befriending me and inviting me over had been some kind of stunt or if they
really liked hanging around. At 30, it felt like a strange position to be
in.

It turned out that Dylan wanted to go to the movies. It seemed like a
pretty simple request, and I remembered what Jordan had said about Dylan
being into me. Despite the shame I felt about hooking up with Jordan, I
still had a thing for Dylan. I told him I was game, and he offered to pick
me up.

It was probably the first time I'd ever been picked up by a guy. When he
arrived he was driving an older Jeep, and I crawled in. He grabbed my thigh
right way and then leaned over to kiss me. The kiss was quick and
tentative, almost like nothing had happened between us. "Glad you came." he
said.

I didn't know what was going on. This was clearly wasn't a booty call. It
felt more like a date.

We got to the theater and Dylan paid for both of us. Then he led me up to
two seats way in the back. The movie had been out for about a month, and
the theater was mostly deserted. There were a couple of couples in the
first few rows, but no one within ten feet of us. As soon as we sat down
Dylan put his arm around me and pulled me into him. It was a bold move,
maybe too aggressive for a first date, but I welcomed it. It had only been
a week, and I already felt like Dylan owned me.

He rubbed my shoulder as his body pressed against mine. He was warm and
solid and he smelled absolutely intoxicating. There was something rugged
and sexy about him. He was wearing cologne, but I could smell his body
underneath it. The low notes were 100 percent him, 100 percent man. As he
pressed into me, I felt his heart beat and I leaned into him when the
lights dropped. The movie started and I felt the most relaxed I'd felt in
months.

We were about a half hour in when Dylan started to rub my chest. It was
soft and almost unintentional at first, but then he grabbed my pec and
massaged it. His fingers found my nipple through my t shirt, and he twisted
it gently. My cock started to thicken, but I didn't want to reach down and
adjust it. Instead I squirmed in my seat while he touched me. I suddenly
felt like I was fifteen years old, on my first date.

His head rested against mine, and I heard him inhale deeply. He moved
closer and kissed me softly on my ear. His tongue swirled around it once
and then he pulled away. When he moved in again, he kissed me on the cheek
and then on my neck. He started to bite at my skin. Jesus fuck, I'm thirty
years old and getting a hickey in the movie theater. I'd never been treated
this way by a man, never felt so desired and so used at the same
time. While he licked and sucked on my neck, his hand moved to my lap. He
found the fly of my jeans, unzipped it, and reached inside.

He massaged the lump in my briefs, grabbing at my cock and squeezing it his
my hand. His fingers dug into my balls and played with those too. His mouth
moved to my ear again, and he whispered, "You've got me so hot, dude." He
grabbed my hand and put it between his legs. His crotch was steaming and my
fingers found the big rod that shot down his pant leg. I grabbed onto it.

"See that," he whispered, "You did that to me. I've been thinking about you
every day since you came over. Constantly."

He nuzzled his nose against the back of my ear, breathing against my neck
and sending a shudder of pleasure down my spine. Then he moved his hand
away. He knew that he would put me over the edge if he kept working my
bulge. Then, unexpectedly, he slipped his fingers into my briefs. He
grabbed my balls and rolled them between his fingers, then his fingers dug
deeper.

He found my hole and pushed in. It wasn't an easy entry without any lube,
but his finger slid in as I lifted my ass up to accommodate him. I groaned
and then remembered that I was in a theater. I looked around, and everyone
was still facing forward.

Dylan started to slide his finger in and out of my body. He dug in deep,
pushing in as far as he could, and then pulled out. I breathed hard against
his cheek. My hand was still on his hard cock, and I rubbed it softly
through his jeans. He licked at my ear every so often, but kept going back
to my neck, chewing and sucking on the skin. I was going to have a hell of
a bruise on Monday when I went to work. Embarrassing, for sure, but worth
it.

His mouth moved back to my ear. "That's a nice, tight pussy, babe. You
think you'll be able to handle me if I go real slow and gentle." His finger
moved in and out of me while he talked. I groaned and then whispered yes.

"Yeah, I knew when I saw you that you just needed a man to get in there and
take care of you. Give you what you need. You want me to be that man?"

"Fuck yes," I said. My cock was pulsing and throbbing. I was close.

"I'm going to wrap my arms around you, hold you tight, and fill you
up. Every last inch is going to be inside of you. You've seen how big it
is, but you'll be able to do it. You'll make me feel good, right?"

I moaned an affirmative. Then he pulled his fingers out of my ass and
zipped me up. He kept his arm wrapped around me, but the making out
stopped. For the rest of the movie, a full hour, my dick never got soft. My
hand stayed on the inside of Dylan's thigh, and I settled in against
him. The heat coming off of him was intense, and it made me want him even
more.

When the movie ended, he stood up and flattened out the front of his
pants. I'm not a small man, but Dylan seemed huge as he stood over me. His
basket was right in front of my face, and I remembered the way that Jordan
had pulled me into his sweaty crotch. I would have dove in right there, but
I wasn't sure that Dylan would have appreciated the initiative. Something
told me that he got off on making me take steps I might not have been ready
to take. He'd already fingered me in a movie theater without asking, and I
hadn't even considered resisting. I just opened up my legs and let him go
at me.

He pulled me up into a hug and held me tight. He kissed me on the cheek and
said, "I think we should go back to your place. I don't want Jordan
distracting us."

'Uh, ok," I muttered.

I am openly gay, but I wasn't used to public displays of affection. Dylan
didn't seem to care at all. Maybe it was because of his size and strength,
but he had almost no fear of people knowing that he was gay. I found his
confidence incredibly attractive.

He wrapped his arm around me as we walked out of the theater, "Jordan told
you that I'm into you, didn't he?"

"Yeah." I said.

"Let's get a beer before we go home. We should at least talk a little
before I blow your mind in the bedroom."

"You're that good, huh?"

"You have no idea."

The beer was good. We talked about work and working out and then everything
else. Dylan was a cool guy. He ordered the beers and covered the check. He
wasn't physically affectionate, but he was clearly flirting with me as we
drank. The guy seemed positive about everything, friendly to everyone, and
genuinely happy with his life. Over the weeks at the gym I had always
viewed him as a sex object rather than a real person, but now I was falling
for him hard. I started to understand why Jordan felt like he had to warn
me. When Dylan turned on the charm, he was almost irresistible.

We left the bar and walked toward his Jeep. As I started to open my door,
he slipped in behind me and pressed me against the hard metal. He planted
his mouth on mine and then his hand was on my ass, rubbing it and pulling
me into him. He used his mouth to part my lips and overwhelmed me with his
tongue. His crotch rested against my lower stomach, and I felt his hard
cock press against me. He rubbed into me and then broke off the kiss. For a
second he stared into my eyes, then he kissed me quickly.

"Get in the car," he said gruffly. I obeyed immediately.

He drove back to my place. When we arrived, he leaned over the console to
kiss me and then let me out. He sat in the idling car. Finally I realized
that he was waiting and asked coyly, "Do you want to come in?" He turned
the Jeep off and jumped out. "I thought you weren't going to ask."

That was, so far as I remember, the only time he let me take the lead that
night. I opened the door and he walked straight into the kitchen. "Do you
have anything to drink?"

I offered him bourbon and he accepted. I admit it was a selfish
choice. There are few things I enjoy more than the taste of whiskey on a
man. Dylan took a drink and sat down at my kitchen table. His legs were
spread wide and he leaned forward on his elbows. He looked like he was
getting ready to pounce on me. We talked for a few minutes while we
finished our drinks. Then Dylan stood and walked behind me. His hand
trailed across the small of my back. He grabbed the bottle, poured us both
a few fingers, and then grabbed me by the arm.

"Which way to the bedroom?" he asked softly while he held my wrist firmly.

Since the moment he picked me up for the movie, there had been no question
in my mind about where the night was heading. Dylan had mentioned more than
once that he intended to fuck me. He wouldn't have used the word fuck, he
clearly wasn't in that kind of mood, but that was what he was going to
do. I hadn't been fucked since college and was pretty exclusively a
top. Normally if a guy had suggested that he was going to fuck me, I would
have resisted him on principle. With Dylan, I had played along the entire
time without noticing. Never once did I do anything to stop him from
thinking that I wanted it as bad as he did.

When we got into the bedroom, Dylan looked around for a second and then
approached me. He kissed me again and then pushed me backward onto the
bed. I landed with a thud and then Dylan was on top of me. He started to
kiss me, running his hands up and down my back, licking at my neck. He was
like an animal, wild and out of control. Soon he had my shirt off and was
licking at my chest. He ran his fingers through my fur and purred before
pushing his face into my body and rubbing his forehead over my pecs. He
nipped at my nipple quickly and then moved back to my face.

When he kissed my mouth again he ran his tongue over my teeth. He pulled
away and grinned. "You taste nice, like whiskey," he said before pushing
his tongue into my mouth again.

"You smell nice." I said the next time I had a chance.

"I picked up on that last time," he said, "That you breath through your
nose. I tried hard to smell sexy but also manly. It worked, huh?"

"Oh fuck yes." I said. I thrust my pelvis upward so that he could feel my
hard cock.

"Are you ready to be mine?" he said.

"Yours?"

"Mine." He repeated.

There was no explanation of what he meant, no rules, nothing, but I
understood immediately. Jordan had prepared me that day in the sauna. Dylan
expected me to be his, to do what he wanted, to make him feel the way he
wanted, and in return, I would get all of him back. His big, bulky body on
top of mine, his smell, which he thought about before taking me out, and
his expert kissing and touching.

"I'm ready." I said.

"Good." he said, "He kissed me on the cheek and bit at my earlobe. Then he
whispered, "There was never any doubt in my mind."

His hands started to work on my buckle and soon he had my fly open. He slid
down my body, and pulled my pants down almost as fast as he pushed his face
into the bulge in my briefs. The guy moved like a porn star. There was
never any hesitation or sloppiness. My pants came down without resistance
and he started to chew on my hard cock.

I groaned. He pushed his face into my briefs and started to rub his nose,
forehead, and hair into my junk. I could hear him breathing
heavily. Clearly I wasn't the only guy who got off on worshiping another
man's cock. He licked at the cotton covered bulge while he looked up at
me. His blue eyes were filled with desire, lust, and affection. I reached
down and rubbed the back of his head. He let me do it once, and then he
took my hand and held onto it as he pushed his face up int the leg of my
briefs and sucked my nuts out.

He let go of my hand as he held open my briefs and licked at my nuts. He
didn't give them too much attention as he stretched the briefs further and
started to lick at my asshole. I knew that it was what he wanted, and I
lifted my hips to give him more access. He pushed his tongue in, licking at
as much skin as he could before pulling away.

Dylan stood in front of me on the end of the bed, as I leaned up on my
elbows. He started to unbutton his shirt, one button at a time. Then he
pulled his undershirt off. His chest was hairy and huge. I knew that his
image was purposefully constructed, that, after figuring out that he was
gay, he'd figured that he could take advantage of his genetics to make
himself into a wet dream for guys like me. He'd succeeded. I groaned as he
approached me again.

"You're," I stuttered, "You're amazing."

He straddled me and I ran my hands over his chest. He reached behind me and
started to toy with my hole again. I stared at him as he pushed in.

"It's been a while, hasn't it."

I nodded.

"Why?" I could tell in his eyes that he knew the answer. He wanted to hear
me say it.

"I usually top guys. Almost always."

"You never told me that." he said, "Don't worry, I'm used to guys like
you. Big bad tops who can't wait to spread their legs and let me at their
pussy."

He leaned over, one hand still between my legs fondling me, and kissed
me. Then he whispered, "When you're with me, it's a pussy. You've already
realized that, haven't you."

I nodded.

He straightened back up and unzipped his jeans. He reached in and pulled
his cock out. I'd only seen it once, and I remember it being huge, but
seeing it again, it seemed even bigger. "You ever had one like this?"

"Not like that." I said, Then I laughed, "I didn't think that cocks like
that actually existed before last weekend."

Grinning like a sleazy dog, he said, "I'm going to touch you in places
you've never been touched before. You and me are going to explore new
territory."

My heart jumped again. He moved off of me and lifted my legs. He yanked my
underwear off and then pulled my ass up against his stomach. He leaned over
and started to lick at it. I felt the huge, wet tip of his dick against the
my back, bobbing up and down, reminding me of what was coming. Dylan's
amazing rim job kept me relaxed, and for whatever reason I knew that it was
going to be ok. This monster dick was going to be inside me, and Dylan was
going to keep me completely happy while it happened.

He grabbed my dick and started to suck on it. He took it all the way down
to the root and held his face in my pubes for at least five seconds. It was
amazing. I'd never been deep throated before, and the feeling was
indescribable. Tight and warm and wet; I could feel his muscles contracting
around my shaft. When he pulled off he looked at me and smiled.

"Where did you come from?" I asked.

"I'm not usually like this." He said, "Seriously, not a lot of guys get me
going like you do."

I couldn't tell if he was being serious. Dylan was all charm and
flirtation. I knew he would say almost anything to get into my pants. He
did seem weirdly obsessed with me, Jordan had noticed that too. His words
and the way he was treating me weren't just turning my dick on, they were
turning my heart on too, and I tried to hold back. I tried to recognize his
performance for what it was.

After another five minutes of rimming and sucking, he rested me back down
on the bed. I flipped over quickly and crawled on my hands and knees toward
him. I took his big dick into my mouth and ran my tongue over the head. As
I did, I felt Dylan pour lube down my ass crack. He leaned over me and
started to rub the cool gel into my hole. He worked it in with two fingers,
and then finally three. I knew it wouldn't be enough. This was going to be
a wild ride no matter how relaxed I was. As he fingered me, his precum
oozed out into my mouth. I sucked it all up, and then moved my mouth to the
base of his dick, running my tongue through his short pubes.

Finally, he pulled away. As I stared at his huge cock, he squeezed a pile
of lube onto the shaft and spread it around. Then he looked me int he eyes,
"You ready?"

"For what?" I said, trying to be coy.

"To be mine," he said. That word again. Mine. I still didn't understand
everything that it meant, I just knew that I wanted it. Jordan said that
Dylan used his guys hard. Well, I guess I was ready to be used.

"Ready." I said.

He smiled and then he pushed me onto my back. He leaned over me, and kissed
me again. This time, he rested the full weight of his body on me. I felt
all 220 pounds of man compress my body and push the air out of my
lungs. His hands held me tight and I almost believed that our bodies were
merging. When he released me, it felt like some part of me was gone. In
just thirty seconds I had become accustomed to his weight on top of me.

He lifted my legs again and placed the head of his dick against my hole. It
felt huge and I tensed up. Dylan felt it and rubbed my leg.

"Relax, babe. I'm never going to hurt you. Always remember that. If you
listen to me and trust me, you'll always end up enjoying yourself.

I didn't respond and Dylan began to push forward. My body didn't want to
let him in, but eventually the head of his big cock pushed past my defenses
and into my body. I gasped and then groaned from the feeling, not exactly
painful but not pleasant either, just the strangely familiar feeling of
being stretched out and opened up.

As my mouth hung open, Dylan bent over me and kissed me. He exhaled into my
mouth, pushing his breath into my lungs. I closed my eyes and just let the
experience overwhelm me as he slowly inched into my ass. I started to feel
some pain. As an instinctual reaction I reached down to push him away. My
hand touched the shaft of his cock and I realized that he was only halfway
home. I started to panic as I worried that there was no way I could take it
all.

Dylan reacted by kissing me, softly and gently. He held me behind my
shoulder blades and we rocked slowly back and forth, his cock moving around
inside of me. I didn't even notice that he was making progress until I felt
his pubes rubbing against my balls. When he bottomed out, he leaned up and
looked down at me.

"I told you I'd be gentle," he said.

It was hard to believe that he'd managed to do it without stabbing my
insides. I had no idea how long we'd been at it, probably fifteen minutes
at least. He'd kissed me and rubbed me and slowly opened me up, and now,
like he said, he was touching me in places I'd never been touched before.

Dylan pulled his dick most of the way out and thrust it all back in this
time. It hurt a little, but it wasn't anything that I couldn't handle. Then
he started to fuck me. When Dylan screwed, it was a full body
experience. His mouth touched me, his hands touched me, and he wanted my
hands on him. As he picked up the pace I occasionally stiffened up from
discomfort, but most of the time it wasn't that bad. The good completely
outweighed the bad.

Then, all at once, Dylan pulled out of me. "Alright, babe, that was the
making love part. Now for the fucking part."

I grabbed his shoulder and ran a finger through his chest hair. "We have to
do both tonight?"

"Oh yeah," he said as he grabbed my hip and flipped me over. "This is the
part where I make you mine."

He had me on my stomach and told me to get up on all fours. As soon as my
ass was in the air his hands were on my hips and his cock smashed back into
me. My mouth opened up with a yelp, but I didn't have time to make a
noise. He pulled back out and slammed back in. My face fell into the
bedspread, and I bit down hard on the fabric.

Dylan fucked me senseless for at least ten minutes. He used me like a sex
toy, took my ass, and made it his own. When he did kiss me, it was
accompanied by a bite. His teeth dragged across the back of my neck and his
fingers twisted my nipples. The stimulation was almost non-stop, and it was
the one thing that took my mind off of the epic dick down that my ass was
getting.

He grunted and panted as he fucked, but otherwise the dirty talk and
teasing ended. Just when I wasn't sure I could take much more, he leaned
over me and his chest rested against my back. I could feel his sweaty skin
stick to mine. His tongue pressed against the back of my ear.

"Here it comes babe. There's no turning back after this. You sure you want
it?"

"Fucking give it to me."

"You're going to be my everything. My boyfriend, my girlfriend, and my
bitch. You understand?"

He punctuated the question with a massive thrust up into my gut. It was
like he was threatening me. Reminding me that he could make this bad for me
if he wanted to.

"I understand." I said.

Dylan pushed his fingers into my mouth and grabbed me by the lower jaw. He
held onto my teeth hard as he slammed into my ass. The whole bed was
rocking and creaking, the headboard was banging against my wall. I knew
that my neighbors would be able to hear, and I was a little embarrassed,
not just by the rough fucking, but from Dylan's constant talking. They
would know that I was the one getting fucked. Unlike my other sexual
encounters, it was clear this time that I wasn't on top.

"Gonna fill you up full, fag." he growled, "Gonna put a baby in this
belly."

His head was right behind mine, and between the comments, I listened to him
breath heavily. Then he buried his dick deep inside of me and collapsed on
top of me. The weight of his massive body was too much to hold up, and I
fell down into the bed. Dylan landed on top of me. His legs wrapped around
mine and his hands stayed in my mouth. His whole body pulsated as he
dropped his nut inside of me.

"There you go. You gotta a little piece of me in you now." He grunted. His
thrusts got hard again, pushing up into me, knocking into things and parts
of me that I didn't know existed. With each deep thrust, I groaned and
whined. It felt good, but it also hurt like a motherfucker.

"Yeah," he whispered as he licked the back of my ear, "Get used to that
feeling. Me inside of you. When I pull out, you're going to feel so
unbelievably empty. You're never going to be the same again."

It might sound strange, but I knew that what he was saying was true. There
was no way that I was going to be able to break free of this guy's spell. I
was already thinking about him nearly every waking moment of my day. Now
that he'd done this to me, said these things to me, opened me up like he
had, there was no way I would be able to get away from him. I was his until
he decided to toss me out.

Dylan rolled off my back when his dick started to soften. He flopped over
next to me, legs open, and put his hands behind his back. When I looked at
him, he was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. Completely unlike Jordan,
his body was bulky and hairy. He looked muscular, but like a football
player rather than a model. His dick was resting on his thigh, slowly
deflating, still shiny with cum.

Never in my life had I sucked a dick after it had been inside of me, but
Dylan didn't even need to ask. I crawled down between his legs and sucked
the tip of his dick into my mouth, licking up the salty taste of his
cum. Then I nuzzled into his balls and licked the sweat and cock slime from
them too. Dylan cupped the back of my head.

"You and me, man. We're going to have a hell of a time together."

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