Date: Wed, 31 Dec 2003 05:48:23 -0600
From: Allen Giffen <tutus69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Diesel ch 7

DIESEL - Chapter 7 - The Best Man

     "Fifty bucks, in my pocket, now, or I'm gone," said Diesel as he stood
spreadeagled over the toilet in the stall of the men's room at the
Tampa-St. Pete's airport, leaning on the wall.  The guy had been eyeing him
from across the aisle the whole flight from Dallas.  There was a delay now
getting the luggage to baggage claim.  Diesel had been doing some stretches
as if relieved to be out of his cramped seat on the plane, when actually it
was for the benefit of what he knew would be his next catch.  He'd taken
off the long sleeve paisley shirt and was left with the black t-shirt that
hugged his massive chest, squeezed his upper arms, and tucked neatly into
his faded jeans.  He figured the guy was a pec man, and Diesel knew that
his were a 5 star meal.

     The guy followed Diesel into the bathroom after the announcement about
the delay.  Diesel had the t-shirt pulled up over his head and behind his
neck and was slowly rubbing his hands over his torso while the guy
stared. "Fifty...and this is yours."

     The guy quickly pulled out the cash and shoved it into Diesel's front
pocket.  He slowly touched Diesel on the sides of his chest and began
caressing the muscles there.  He shut his eyes and let out some air -
popped his eyes open when he sensed movement, only to be immediately
hypnotized by Diesel's pecs as he made them dance up and down.  He moved
his hands to the bouncing masses of muscle and leaned his forehead on
Diesel's skin just below the pecs.  Diesel loved the way the guy's hot
breaths blew on his abs.

     Diesel stopped flexing his pecs.  The guy just kept kneading them and
moaning softly.  He started kissing Diesel between his pecs and then began
licking his way down to Diesel's abs.  Once there, his tongue played with
Diesel's treasure trail till it was completely wet.  His open mouth
travelled around the abs, sucking them anytime his lips made complete
contact with skin.  The moans were getting louder.

     After a few minutes of this, Diesel jerked the guy up by his armpits,
locked lips with him and shoved his tongue in the guy's mouth before he
knew what had hit him.  The guy wrapped his arms around Diesel and started
frantically pressing his crotch into Diesel's basket.  Diesel could tell
the guy was getting close.  Just before he got there, Diesel grabbed the
guy's ass and with all his might, crushed their crotches together.  Diesel
could feel the guy pumping out his cum as he heard the accompanying rushes
of air from his lungs.  He pushed the guy off of him, not just because he
was done, but he didn't want the guy's cum staining his jeans.  Diesel
switched places with the guy, sat him down on the closed toilet seat lid,
and opened the stall door. He stuck three fingers in the guy's open mouth
which had drool dripping out of it, rubbed the fingers around, took them
out, rubbed his saliva covered fingers all over and in one of the guy's
ears causing him to shudder, and said, "Don't forget to clean up, guy," and
left.

     It was another 5 minutes till the luggage arrived.  As Diesel walked
off with his backpack in place, he saw the guy looking pretty dishevelled,
holding his carryon carefully in front to cover the fresh cum stain, and
standing off to the side staring at the moving pieces of luggage.  Diesel
smiled and gave him a salute.

     His cousin Mike was getting married and he'd asked Diesel to be a
groomsman.  They weren't really that close, but did see each other kind of
regularly while growing up, and they were from a very small family.  Mike's
parents were paying for all of Diesel's expenses as they had always liked
Diesel a lot and were happy that a family member would be in the bridal
party.  Mike told him that the rest of the wedding party were high school
and college friends of his fianc‚'s and his, and that he really wanted
Diesel to be a part of it.

     Mike, an only child, was about 10 years older than Diesel and always
enjoyed the visits from his younger cousin.  Diesel had spent his whole
life in Texas, Mike in Florida, but they kept in touch while growing up.
Mike had been a jock through school and even held a couple of records, but
had recently admitted, hearing of Diesel's sporting accomplishments in
Texas, that Diesel was now a much better athlete than Mike had ever been.
They actually hadn't seen each other in a couple of years.

     Diesel took a cab to Mike's parents' house where he'd be staying the
first night.  The rest of the time he'd be at the Marriott where the
reception was being held.  Diesel's aunt told him she'd leave the key for
him to get in the house as she had done in the past, since she and her
husband were at work.  When he got there, a note on the door told him to
ring the bell.  He set his backpack down and pressed the buzzer.  A minute
later a guy opened the door, threw his arms around Diesel, yelling,
"Bulldog!" and pulled him into the house.

     Diesel's first realization was that he was being hugged really close
by somebody who was really built - and it felt good.  Then he realized who
the guy was.

     "Steve?" he asked as he pulled away, drinking in the hunk in front of
him.

     "Sure as shit!  Jesus Christ, you've grown up...and you're enormous,"
said Steve as he wrapped an arm around Diesel, dragging him to Mike's old
room where Diesel would be staying.  He had also grabbed Diesel's backpack,
threw it on the bed, and sat down in the computer chair.  "It's been, what,
10 years?  Fuck, you are as big as a redwood!  What's in that Texas water?"




     It all came back to Diesel.  That summer between 4th and 5th grade
when he visited Mike's family for a couple of weeks, also the summer
between Mike's junior and senior year of high school.  Mike and his best
friend Steve had been made co-captains of the wrestling team for senior
year.  They spent part of that summer wrestling with each other to get
better and to prove to the coach that he made the right decision.  Diesel
had paid very close attention to their practices and then started giving
pointers to each of them. He also got hardons watching the two high school
hunks rolling around on each other.  Diesel thought that it must feel
really good to do that with another guy.

     Steve found it very entertaining that the little towhead was giving
them tips.  Steve started jokingly pushing the kid and telling him to shut
up.  It became their running joke - Diesel would make a comment and Steve
would either immediately or eventually walk up to Diesel, give him a shove,
and say, "Clam up, Bulldog."  Steve nicknamed him that when he first heard
his name and said it reminded him of a truck and the bulldog logo on Mac
trucks.  Diesel was really enjoying the physical contact with the hunky
teen.  Steve was already 6' tall, straight black hair, dark brown eyes, and
hard muscles everywhere.  Diesel was about 5', but pretty solidly built,
actually for a kid his age, he was very solidly built.  You could see that
his body was about to explode into puberty.

     One day Steve came over to practice and Mike wasn't there - his mom
had taken him to some forgotten appointment for something.  Diesel
challenged Steve to a match.  Steve laughed it off, but Diesel kept it up.
Steve decided that it would be fun to show this cocky little kid that he
had too big of a mouth. He didn't change into his singlet, just took his
t-shirt off.  Diesel took his t- shirt off and was wearing a pair of skimpy
shorts compared to Steve's jeans.
  They circled each other, Diesel mimicking all the moves he remembered
watching; there was a hunger in Diesel's eyes that stirred something in
Steve's gut.

     Steve quickly found out that Diesel was a lot stronger and scrappier
than he expected a little kid to be.  Since Diesel knew none of the real
holds, he ended up grabbing Steve all over the place.

     Steve sometimes got a hardon during a match - it happened to all
wrestlers sometime - and for teenagers when their hormones were at peak
flow, it happened a lot.  He was surprised that grappling with this small,
but strong blondie was getting him especially aroused.  Of course it didn't
help that Diesel's hands more than once grabbed at Steve's crotch or ass,
and seemed to be rubbing him all over the place all the time.

     For Diesel, it was heaven.  He'd never done anything that had made him
feel this good.  He loved the fact that he was exerting himself physically,
and grew more and more excited as his body made contact with the
muscleteen.

     At one point, Diesel was on top of Steve, and started grinding his
crotch against Steve's.  More out of shock, Steve flipped Diesel over and
ended up lying on Diesel's back, his steel hard cock ended up docked along
Diesel's asscrack.  He had been afraid of cumming while Diesel was pressing
their crotches together, did the flip, and then realized he hadn't made the
situation any easier on himself.  Diesel started laughing and squeezing his
asscheeks together, squeezing the hard tube between them.  Steve lost it,
reached down and grabbed Diesel around his shoulders and matched him thrust
for squeeze.  He shot his boyjuice in his jeans, round after round, with
accompanying groans.

     "Did you pee on me?" asked Diesel, still laughing.  Steve jumped up
and ran out the door telling Diesel to tell Steve that he'd see him the
next day.  Diesel stayed on the floor, thrusting himself into the
carpeting.  He kept pressing his dick into the rug and made it to a climax
- another dry one - but the most powerful he'd ever felt.

     After Diesel hit puberty, it was at least a year before he stopped
seeing Steve in his mind each time he had sex or beat off.  They hadn't
seen each other since then.  And here he was, back where it all started.




     "Speaking of water, I'm gonna take a swim.  Join me after you unpack,"
said Steve as he walked out of the bedroom.  Diesel watched Steve's
asscheeks grind against each other with each step.  Steve remembered what
had happened too, but he hadn't thought about it in quite a while.  Sure,
he thought about it while beating off for a few months after it happened,
remembering how his dick felt rubbing along the kid's ass trench.  And here
Bulldog was, all grown up.  Well, maybe not grown up, but certainly muscled
up.  And he was hot, thought Steve...for a guy.

     A half hour later, as Steve stood at the shallow end resting after
putting himself through some strenuous laps, he heard the door slide open
behind him.  Next thing he knew, Diesel was squatted behind him, hands on
his shoulders, with his crotch pressed into Steve's back.  Steve pulled
away.

     "Easy, Steve, I wasn't going to do anything," said Diesel as he stood
up and walked down to the diving board at the opposite end.  Steve gawked
at the muscled body as it walked by, clad only in a pretty small pair of
white speedos.  He stared at the ass, remembering how his dick felt there,
then tried to shake off the thought.  Diesel stepped out onto the diving
board, and then did a perfect dive into the pool.  Steve watched the
muscled body, with the largest dick he had ever seen crammed inside a pair
of speedos, shoot up in the air and then enter the pool almost silently.

     Diesel swam the length of the pool underwater, surfacing about 2 feet
in front of Steve.  The water was 3' deep there so when Diesel stood facing
Steve, 2/3 of their bodies were out of the water.  Streams of water ran
down Diesel's bunches of muscles.  While Diesel shook his head, Steve stole
a glance at his crotch and took in a breath as he saw the huge trunk of a
dick, and two melon sized balls clearly outlined and pressing to get out of
the speedos.  Diesel of course had purposely chosen the white pair - the
ones he'd cut the inner pouch lining out of so that when wet, they became
virtually transparent.  He wanted Steve.  He wanted to continue from the
moment he'd left off a decade ago feeling Steve shooting his seed while on
top of him. He wanted to climax again like he did then, but this time shoot
a huge load.

     "It's a tradition.  The first time I visited here, Mike threw me in
the pool from the diving board, and that's the way I always go...head first
into the deep end...know what I mean, Steve," asked Diesel taking a small
step forward.

     "Hey, Diesel, I'm straight - engaged - here with my fianc‚.  I like
you and all, but..."

     Diesel fell backward in the water, submerging for a few seconds, and
then came up floating on his back, splayed out in front of Steve, using his
arms to move slowly in the water.  "Steve, I'm not here to challenge your
manhood.  I'm glad you've found a woman you want to spend your life with.
Just wanted you to know that what we did 10 years was a good thing for me.
I knew I liked guys and that helped me come closer to accepting it.  Sure,
I fuck women too, but when it comes to hot and dirty sex, there's nothing
like what you can do with another guy."

     "We were just kids, then, Diesel.  And you were a LITTLE kid at that!"

     Diesel stood up, inches from Steve, "I'm not little anymore.  I'm not
gonna pressure you, but anytime you want any of this," as he gestured to
himself, "it's yours."




     The next day everyone attending the wedding was invited to a
volleyball game at the beach.  Of course, it was mostly young people who
went.  Diesel, Steve and Mike ended up on the same team - skins.  Diesel
was a hit with everyone, not only because of his skill playing, but he also
had the hottest body on the beach - lots of people stopped to watch him as
he moved in the sand.  He sweated a lot in the heat, and when he jumped,
quite a few people held their breath watching his weighty pecs bounce
around.  The rest of his muscles would bunch and bulge as he dove to hit
the ball, jumped to spike it, or hopped up to pound it in a serve, and the
crowd loved it.  As guys always do, they'd pat each other on the
back/shoulder/ass frequently either in encouragement or congratulations for
a good serve, hit or save.  Steve found himself touching Diesel and really
liking it.

     After the game, they used the public shower at the beach to get the
sand off.  Mike kept talking about how happy he was that all his friends
were together for his wedding.  All Steve could do was try and keep his
eyes from straying toward Diesel.  He finally gave in and was rewarded with
the sight of the largest and most perfectly shaped dick and balls he'd ever
seen.  As the water streamed down Diesel's body, it coursed all over his
hanging stalk of manmeat with that flared head looking like a fireman's
helmet.  Diesel's balls were proportionally large, and hung almost to the
tip of his sizable hose.  Diesel was tanned all over with the exception of
where the tiny speedos would cover him.  Steve kept staring at Diesel's
cock and balls trying to wrap his mind around the fact that they could be
encased in speedos at times.  When Diesel turned his back to Steve and
started soaping his muscular ass, Steve looked away realizing he was
getting hard.

     That night, the bachelor party consisted of a stripper coming to one
of the hotel rooms where all the guys had been invited, including the
fathers of the bride and groom.
  The room was packed.  You could cut the testosterone in the air with a
knife.  A few of the guys had gotten high on the balcony, most just got
drunk.  The stripper finally arrived with her "accompanist", actually a
guard to make sure things didn't get out of hand, and who handled the boom
box.  Once the groom was pointed out to her, the boom box came to life, and
the stripper started moving slowly toward Mike.  The crowd of men was quiet
at first, but gradually started mumbling encouragements, which quickly
turned into hoots of support.

     Diesel positioned himself behind Steve, both near the back of the
crowd of men watching the stripper.  He knew Steve was pretty drunk and
relaxed; he also knew that Steve was hot for him, but not as hot as he was
for Steve.  Diesel was wearing a white shirt that stretched across his
torso and back and a pair of tight faded jeans.  The whole evening, Steve
had been stealing glances toward Diesel.  They became more frequent and
longer, the more he drank.  Diesel decided to make his move.  He'd been
standing near Steve, and moved up right behind him as the stripper started
her dance on Mike.  All eyes were on the stripper.  Steve and Diesel were
near the back of the crowd of lust filled men.  Diesel moved forward till
his hose pressed on Steve's ass, he put a hand on each side of Steve's
waist.  Steve was staring at the stripper.

     "Bulldog here...with his bone," whispered Diesel into Steve's ear as
he pressed against Steve to make his point.

     "What the fuck are you doing?" whispered Steve in a panic, pulling
forward.  Diesel held him fast.  The crowd seemed oblivious to the muscle
studs pressing against each other; all their focus was on the stripper
squatting onto Mike who was on his back on the floor.

     "Payin' back a favor, Stevie," said Diesel as he slipped his right
hand forward inside the loose waist of Steve's pants, moving his paw slowly
down through the pubic hair to the hardening stalk.

     "Stop," squeaked Steve as he grabbed Diesel's right wrist.

     "You don't want to do that, Steve, let go.  Watch Mike.  Watch the
girl.  See.  She's sitting on Mike's crotch.  Now she's bending over and
kissing him.  Look.  See their tongues?  See her ass moving?  See Mike
pushing into her ass?"  Steve let go of Diesel's wrist, his arms dropped to
his side as he gave in to the pleasure.  Diesel kept his head next to
Steve's, whispering in his ear, right hand firmly squeezing and pumping
Steve's dick, left hand having moved to the center of Steve's abs, holding
him in place.  Diesel kept up the pressure against Steve's ass too, his
dick getting firmer and firmer pressed into Steve's crack.

     "Look, now she's sitting up.  See how they're looking at each other
like two animals in heat?  What's her ass doing?  Look!  It's rubbing up
and down his cock...real slow.
  See how Steve just let's her do that?  Look at his face?  See that look
of tense pleasure?  Imagine an ass rubbing...up and down your hard
dick...up and down..." continued the whispered monologue into Steve's ear.

     The crowd erupted in a cheer as Mike came in his pants.  At the same
time Steve hollered as his cum shot down the inside of his pant leg, Diesel
had stopped pumping the rod and had switched to gently squeezing it,
helping the cum on its frantic escape to freedom.  Diesel pulled his hand
out of Steve's pants, stepped back and started cheering and clapping his
hands over his head, joining the group cheer.

     Steve did his best to come to his senses, realizing that he'd just had
sex with another guy; in front of dozens of men he'd played football and
basketball with in school.  And he enjoyed it!  He turned slowly to look at
Diesel.  The crowd kept up its cheering.  Diesel had his right hand in the
air moving as if he were getting ready to throw a lasso, and his left hand
pressed on his crotch as he mouthed to Steve, "There's more where that came
from."




     "Steve, last thing I'll ask you to do as my best man.  Can you get my
cuz up to his room?  He's more wasted than I've ever seen him.  His room is
next to yours, right?" asked Mike at the end of his wedding day.

     Everything had gone off without a hitch.  All the weather worries
about having an outdoor ceremony were for naught.  Diesel turned into the
hit of the reception.  About a half hour after the dancing started after
dinner, Diesel had gone to his room to change from his tux.  When he walked
back in the hotel reception room, the crowd cheered.  He stood there, hands
on his hips with a bright white smile, in full Texas gear - beat up but
shiny black cowboy boots, black Lee jeans hugging him in all the right
places, perched above his sizable crotch was a huge silver belt buckle in
the shape of a steer's head complete with ivory horns, a white long sleeve
shirt with mother of pearl snap buttons and black piping, topped with a
huge cowboy hat that only a true Texan could carry off.

     By the end of the evening, just about every woman had danced with him.
Not only was he the hottest guy there, but he knew moves on the dance floor
that the women really appreciated, and most of the men envied.  When he
wasn't dancing, men dragged him to the bar, happy to be around a guy who
exuded so much charisma.  And of course a few just wanted the chance to
touch his hard body somewhere, anywhere.

     "Sure, Mike.  I put my passed out fianc‚ to bed an hour ago...sorry
about that by the way.  Guess I can handle Bulldog just fine. You have a
good time on your honeymoon, bud, I love you," said Steve as he pulled Mike
into a full embrace, and kissed him on his cheek.  He pulled away, "And I
want to know how many times you get the gold medal...OK?" he said with a
smile.  Steve and Mike had had a joke going since high school that if they
were able to fuck a girl three times in one night, it meant a gold
medal...twice was silver, once was bronze.

     Steve grabbed Diesel's hat from a nearby table and scanned the room,
spying Diesel slumped into a stool at the bar.  Standing on either side of
him were two uncles of Mike's.

     "Hey, bulldog, time for you to go to the doghouse," said Steve as he
approached the trio.  As the two uncles moved away, Steve realized they'd
been groping Diesel.  One had pulled his hand away from inside Diesel's
thigh, the other had pulled his from inside Diesel's shirt.  They nodded
nervously toward Steve as he approached.  Diesel's head bent forward,
blonde curls dangling, his eyes barely open.

     "He's completely out of it," one said, "we were just about holding him
up on the stool."

     "Thanks, guys, I'll take over now," said Steve as he picked up one of
Diesel's arms and wrapped it around his neck.  He noticed that most of the
button snaps on Diesel's shirt were popped open and the skin around one of
his nipples was a dark red.  "C'mon, Diesel, time for bed."  The two men
watched Diesel move sluggishly away from them, tripping over his boots as
he tried to walk.  Steve smirked as he noticed their hardons.

     "I had a fuckin' great time...didchoo, Stevie?" asked Diesel in the
elevator, his face just a couple of inches from Steve's.  "Yes, I di...,"
Steve started to answer but was cut short as Diesel gave him a very wet
open mouthed kiss.

     "Slow down, cowboy, you're wasted," laughed Steve as he pulled away.
"You gotta sleep this off."

     "Stevie, Stevie, I want you to fuck me.  Please?  Will you fuck me?
Please, Stevie?  Fuck your bulldog," pleaded the very drunk Diesel as he
groped Steve in the elevator.  If Diesel had been sober, Steve wouldn't
have stood a chance defending himself.  As it was, it took quite a bit of
strength to push Diesel away.  He didn't really want to though...and the
thought of this hunk asking for it was a real temptation for Steve.

     The elevator door opened; Steve dragged Diesel into his room, and set
him down in a big leather armchair while he went back to shut the door and
turn on a light.  The switch he hit turned on one of the smaller lights
above the bed, giving the room a dull warm glow.

     "You are one motherfuckin' sight, Bulldog," signed Steve as he stood
over the very drunk Diesel, spread out on the chair, who smiled up dumbly
at him.  Steve discovered that sitting on the floor gave him the best
leverage for pulling off Diesel's boots.

     "Be careful of his horns," Diesel giggled as Steve worked to unbuckle
the leather belt.  He unbuttoned the pants.

     "Help me a bit, Diesel, and at least lift your ass up," said Steve as
he pulled to get Diesel's pants off.  Diesel shifted slightly in the chair,
mumbling.  Panting from the effort of pulling the pants off, Steve stood
over the now passed out Diesel.  He still had his shirt on, but all the
buttons were unsnapped and it spread out over his arms, which were hanging
over the arms of the chair.  He'd slid down some on the leather, his ass
perched on the chair's edge.  He was wearing a jockstrap.  "Boy, those old
guys must have been working you over pretty good," Steve said, almost to
himself, as he noticed a sizable wet spot at what would be the tip of
Diesel's fat cock.  "You were giving them a show and you didn't even know
it."

     Though Steve was in really good shape, Diesel's dead weight made it
impossible for him to get him to the bed.  He finally figured Diesel would
be fine sleeping in the chair.

     The faint light cast warm shadows over Diesel's body.  His abs looked
like six evenly matched stones, lined up two by two, you'd see in a shallow
stream.  His relaxed sleeping face, framed with blonde curls, reminded
Steve of the Diesel he remembered from a decade before.

     But that dick.  No, that wasn't a dick from 10 years ago!  This thing
was massive.  Steve knelt, mesmerized by its size...envious.  No woman had
ever complained that Steve was small, he wasn't, but Diesel had him
beat...and he was still soft!  Steve touched the cloth covered dick...had
to assure himself that it was real.  The warmth surprised him.  Steve
closed his eyes and remembered how Diesel's hand had felt on his dick just
two nights before.  He pulled his hand away suddenly, then instantly
realizing that all he had felt was Diesel's dick stirring to life, not
Diesel waking up.  He looked up at Diesel's face and drank in the relaxed
smile spread out on it.  His hand went back to the warm sausage.

     With both hands, he grasped the top of the jock, pulled it slowly
down, and hooked it under Diesel's cock and balls.  Steve remembered it
from the shower after the volleyball game.  It seemed bigger up close.
Without being able to stop himself, one of Steve's hands fondled Diesel's
balls, the other tried unsuccessfully to wrap itself around the dick's
girth.  Diesel moaned and spread he legs further apart, still completely
out of it.

     Steve's face moved closer, marvelling at the patterns the veins made
on the stalk and how some moved and some didn't as he worked his fist up
and down its heated solidness.  Diesel's smell was intoxicating - a mixture
of piss, sweat and an earthy dankness.  A pearl of precum appeared at the
slit like a balloon.  Without thinking about it, Steve's tongue shot out
and snatched it - sharp...salty.  Diesel's dick had been hardening slowly
and was now gradually rising.  Steve couldn't believe that it was getting
even bigger.  Grabbing the dick with both hands, he began giving it small
kisses around the head.  This quickly changed to open mouthed, saliva
filled suctions all over the head, length and balls.  Steve was in a
frenzy.  His mouth moved at lightening speed, as did his fists milking the
firehose.

     Diesel's breathing suddenly quickened.  Steve pulled his face away,
staring at the one eyed angry red monster in front of him, biceps and
triceps bulging as he furiously worked the length of Diesel's dick.  With a
huge outtake of breath from Diesel and a tensing of most of his muscles,
the geyser erupted.  The first shot went over one of Steve's shoulders,
landing on the carpeting looking like a long fat white gummy worm.  The
next 5 shots hit Steve in the hair and face, the last few dribbled onto
Steve's hands as they firmly held onto the spraying giant.

    Steve was shaking, barely realizing what he'd just done.  Diesel had
been sweating and had slid down further in the chair so his ass was now
hanging off of it.  Steve cleaned himself and Diesel up as well as he
could, using two of the hotel hand towels.  He took the time to wash his
face with soap and water, and ran water through his hair with his fingers,
attempting to clean out the cum.  Before he left the room, he grabbed
Diesel under his arms from behind the chair and pulled him up as far as he
could.  He'd pulled Diesel's jockstrap back into place and snapped a few of
the shirt buttons together.  Without really knowing why, he kissed Diesel
on the cheek and whispered in his ear, "See ya 'round, Bulldog," and turned
the light off as he left the room to go next door and crawl into bed with
his passed out fianc‚.




     "Bulldog?  It's me...Steve," came the voice over the cell phone.

     "Steve!  Good to hear from you.  Where are you?  To what do I owe the
pleasure of getting a call from you now, what, two months after Mike's
wedding?"

     "I'm at the Dallas airport on a 6 hour layover and figured I'd give
you a call to pass the time."

     "What?  You're wasting time on the phone calling me right now.  You
get your Florida ass in a cab and get over to my place pronto so I can show
you some Texas hospitality!"

     Diesel had been working out in his basement workout room when the
phone rang.  After giving Steve directions to his house, he ran around
cleaning up the place a bit and then went back downstairs to finish his
routine.

     He hadn't remembered getting back to his hotel room that night, but
did discover the cum crusted towels in his room the morning after the
wedding.  He figured some sexed up bellboy had tried to give him a blow job
or beat himself off while using Diesel's body.  It was 2 weeks later when
he found out from his cousin Mike that Steve was the one who had brought
him up to his room.  That was when he told Mike to tell Steve that he
should give him a call the next time he was in Dallas for business.

     "Steve!" yelled Diesel as he grabbed Steve after opening his front
door, dragged him in and gave him a bear hug.  "Lemme look at you!"  Steve
was dressed in a white buttoned down shirt and grey slacks.  "My, don't you
look...workmanlike," smiled Diesel.

      Diesel stood there in a faded yellow nylon wife beater tucked into a
pair of blue nylon workout shorts.  He body was covered in sweat.  He'd
been working out for 45 minutes and was pumped pretty well with veins
popping up all over his body.  Diesel pulled Steve down onto the couch and
put a cold longneck in his hand.

     Steve put the bottle down on the coffee table.  "Diesel...I...I," he
stammered.

     Diesel put a hand on each of Steve's shoulders, "Steve, like I said
before, I'm not here to question your manhood.  I want you to get married;
I want you to have a happy life.  But I also find you incredibly hot and
would really like to fuck around with you...a lot...and often," he said
with a big smile.

     "Diesel, what I was trying to say was that I haven't been able to get
you out of my mind since the wedding.  I dream about you all the time.  My
fianc‚ says that our sex together has kicked up to a whole new level.  It's
because I'm thinking of you."

     They stared at each other.  Diesel pulled Steve forward and gently
kissed his nose.  He moved his mouth to each of Steve's eyes, giving each
closed lid a kiss.  He then opened his mouth wide and found Steve's mouth
like a heat seeking missile finding its target.  Their tongues slammed into
each other as they moaned in unison.  They feverishly worked at getting
each other's clothes off.  Soon they were both naked and groping each other
as they moved their mouths over each others faces and necks.

     "C'mon, let's go downstairs," said Diesel as he grabbed Steve's arm
and pulled.

     "I want to just look at you," said Diesel as he stood in front of
Steve, once downstairs on the mats.  Diesel walked around Steve taking in
the taut muscular body.  He stopped, facing Steve, took hold of Steve's
half erect dick, "I've been dreaming about this thing...a lot."  He knelt
down and sucked in Steve's dick in a New York second.  Steve grabbed
Diesel's hard shoulders to steady himself.  Diesel rubbed his hands up and
down the backs of Steve's thighs as he sucked and hummed on the now rock
hard dick.

     Diesel released his catch, crawled over to a weight bench, stayed on
his knees, grabbed the bench, looked backward toward Steve and panted, "My
ass...my ass...get me wet."  He pulled his hard cheeks apart so Steve could
see the target.

     Steve first fell onto Diesel's back so that his chest made maximum
contact with Diesel's hot skin.  As if by memory, after a decade, his dick
wedged into Diesel's asscrack.  He began kissing and then almost chewing on
Diesel's back muscles.  Diesel reached around with his arms, making contact
with the back of Steve's legs, just below the ass.  Diesel pulled on
Steve's legs, helping him as his mouth journeyed over Diesel's muscular
back.  Steve began to slide down Diesel's back as Diesel let go.  Steve's
tongue and mouth played with a shock of brown hair Diesel had growing at
the base of his spine, just above his ass.  Steve used his tongue to gather
the hair together, gripped it with his teeth, and pulled up.  Diesel hissed
in pain and desire.

     Steve's mouth moved between the cheeks.  As his mouth moved south, his
nose followed; soon both orifices were lost in the trench.

     "Oh, God, yes...that's it...more...more...more," grunted Diesel as
Steve's tongue jabbed at his asshole.  It winked open; Steve's tongue took
the bait and shot forward.
  Diesel groaned as the hot wet tongue moved along the soft flesh just
inside his hole.

     "Use a finger!" Diesel yelled, amazed at how aroused he was.  Steve
pulled away, jammed a hand between Diesel's cheeks and began running his
four finger tips up and down, one of them always making contact with the
winking hole.  He stopped moving.  The only noise was the two of them
panting.  Sweat covered them both.  They made eye contact in the mirrors on
the walls of the workout room.  Diesel gave a short nod, Steve shoved his
fuck finger into Diesel's asshole - all the way.

     "Aaaiiiiaaaahhhh!" screamed Diesel, and clamped down on the intruder.
Steve panicked, thinking he had really hurt Diesel and scared because be
couldn't pull his finger out.

     "Diesel!"

     "Its OK...its OK...let me...get used to it," Diesel whispered.  "In
and out," Diesel instructed as he loosened his grip.  Steve moved his
finger slowly out, almost all the way, and then slid it back in, just as
slowly.  He did it again, and again, and again, faster, faster, and faster.

     After a few minutes, Diesel grabbed Steve's wrist, "Enough!" and
pushed both of them away from the weight bench.  Diesel threw a couple of
small thick mats on the mat covering the workout room floor, laid on his
back near a wall with the small mats under his lower back, propping his ass
and crotch into the air.  Steve stood, panting, amazed at the speed with
which Diesel was moving.

     "OK, buddy, mark your bulldog!" said Diesel as he bent his legs so his
feet were flat on the ground and his arms spread out at his sides.  Steve
walked up between Diesel's legs and stared down at the blonde muscleboy
spread out before him.  Diesel seemed close to hyperventilating.  Steve
took in the wild but focused look in Diesel's eyes, his blonde curls now
plastered to his head with sweat, the arms laying out like a series of
boulders on either side of the torso, the meaty pecs quivering like jello
as Diesel took each ragged breath, his abs half hidden by the hard dick
resting on them, which was straining to reach the cleft between Diesel's
pecs.  Steve put a hand on each of Diesel's knees and lowered himself so
that the torpedo could lock onto its target.  He squeezed lube all over his
aching cock and rubbed it into Diesel's ass cleft.

     Steve stared at Diesel, sweat dripping from his chin onto Diesel's
churning balls.  The tip of Steve's cock kissed Diesel's asshole.  "Lemme
in, Bulldog," he hissed as he pushed.  Steve's head slid in, both men cried
out in pleasure.  Steve pushed more.  And more.
  And more.  Suddenly Diesel's mouth opened wide in a silent scream as
Steve hit Diesel's prostate.  Precum literally shot out of Diesel's dick up
between his pecs.  Then suddenly, Steve was home.  No pussy he'd ever been
in was this hot or this tight.  He lost control for a moment and his hands
slipped down off Diesel's knees, landing on Diesel's abs.  Diesel grunted
from the pressure.

     Steve pulled out slowly, his mouth twisting in the agony of pleasure
as he experienced the walls of Diesel's insides caressing his cock on its
journey.  He slowly slid back in, feeling the same exquisite pressures.
His brain was on fire.

     "Faster," said Diesel, grabbing Steve's wrists hard until Steve looked
at him, he added, "tell me before you cum."  Steve started sawing back and
forth, going as slow as his lust would allow him, seeing by the look on
Diesel's face, the pleasure it was giving him.  After a few minutes, he
couldn't resist the temptation to go faster and faster and faster.  His
hands slid on Diesel's sweaty heaving abs, and he grabbed onto Diesel's
pecs and squeezed hard.

     "Diesel...Diesel...Diesel!" yelled Steve.  Diesel suddenly realized
that Steve was close to shooting.  He grabbed Steve's ass and stopped him
while his dick was all the way in, pinning Steve to him and squeezing his
ass muscles hard.

     "Ooowwww!" bellowed Steve, "what the fuck are you doing?"  Steve sat
up, grabbing Diesel's knees again.

     "Trust me, Steve.  Look at me...keep looking at me," said Diesel, as
if to hypnotize Steve.  Steve gradually came back from the edge of his
orgasm, and locked eyes with Diesel.

     "Uuuggghhh," said Steve as he felt a sudden pressure on his dick,
"ooooohhhhhhh," then came out of his mouth as he felt another.  Diesel was
using his inner ass muscles to milk Steve's cock!  Steve had never felt
anything like it in his life.  Diesel concentrated, staring at Steve.  It
was as if his asshole had turned into a machine, pumping the invading log.
Steve couldn't comprehend the waves of pleasure rushing through his body.
All he could see was the muscular body he was attached to heaving and
rumbling in its efforts to please him.  He wanted Diesel to feel what he
was feeling...and he grabbed Diesel's cock, lifting it off Diesel's abs.
Steve started pumping the cock.

     Diesel focused on working his ass muscles to pleasure Steve and tried
to ignore the building pressure in his own cock.

     The men screamed in unison. Steve was the first to shoot - deep into
the furnace of Diesel's insides.  Diesel immediately followed with a volley
that shot over his head.
  They worked in harmony, one shooting after the other...over and over.

     Steve fell forward, exhausted, the side of his face landing between
Diesel's pecs, causing the pool of Diesel's hot cum lying there to splash
outward.  The men sucked in oxygen and forced out carbon dioxide as if
their lives depended on it.  As the breathing slowed, Steve lifted his cum
covered face off of Diesel's chest.  His hard dick remained in the oven.

     Could I interest you in a little game, Bulldog?" asked Steve as he
watched Diesel lick at the cum around his mouth.

     "Sure."

     "Its called 'Going For The Gold.'"

     "Sounds like a goal.  What are the rules?"

     "You'll figure them out," said Steve as he pulled out and then jammed
his dick back into Diesel.



NOTE: I wanted to thank those of you who have given me feedback on my
Diesel stories so far.  I appreciate your telling me the parts of the
stories that you like.  Please feel free to give me suggestions for
situations that Diesel could find himself in.  Tell me things you'd like to
see happen.  Allen at tutus69@hotmail.com