Date: Sat, 10 Mar 2012 14:00:31 -0600
From: Rob Bass <robbass.fraternity@gmail.com>
Subject: Body Search

Above was a story taken from my book Sexploits 12 - The Recruiter
which can be found in Kindle format at Amazon.com. You can also
do a search of Rob Bass to find these books as well or go to
robbassbooks.blogspot.com.
The book is part of a series of low cost books titles The
Fraternity on Amazon.com that takes you through the life of a guy
first named Rob Harris, the Gil Walker beginning with the book
Isla Paradiso, then Isla Tropicale and so on.
Accompanying The Fraternity Series is what's called the Sexploits
Series due to the fact this guy is a real hound dog and if you
want to know why he has to change his name or why he's such a sex
crazed stud muffin, you'll have to read the books.

Lastly, this story has unsafe sex which is allowed in the fake
world. As for you, don't be stupid.

Rob Bass


Body Search

The man came around the corner with a medium-sized suitcase and
Clay felt like he had been punched in the gut and he didn't
understand why, although he certainly liked what he saw.
Around thirty maybe a little younger, the dude was good-looking
as well as built, as near as he could tell - very well built
although not as big as Clay, but it look like what he did have
was absolutely rock solid in a form hugging button down shirt
which not only showed his torso off, but also showed positively
huge biceps making his mouth water, but there was something about
him that was making him hard looking at the dude.

Working San Francisco airport at the international terminal, Clay
was supposed to randomly pick travelers to do an extra check and
of course since he was male he would only spot check other men
and he was always able to rationalize the young cocky muscle
studs since of course they were the ones likely to try to pull a
fast one.
Sounds good anyway.

Drummed out of the SF Police Department since he wasn't
`sensitive' enough to the scum on the street, Clay was working
this job until he could find something `real' again, but it
seemed like the word was out. He hadn't done anything serious,
but the powers that be seemed to think he was too willing to get
physical instead of `talking it out.'
Fuck `em, that's what he was there for.

The regular customs officers who might've checked his bag let the
stud pass by and coming closer he spotted some intense gray eyes.
"Excuse me sir would you come with me?"
The man looked over quizzically, which was cool since a lot of
people are irritated to downright hostile at the idea of being
stopped.
Instead the guy looked at him for a second, then smiled.
"Lead on McDuff," and Clay held out his hand to indicate one of
the interrogation rooms.

The room itself was maybe eight feet square with a small metal
table where he could set the suitcase and begin checking his
luggage.
The airline tag in the bag indicated he arrived first-class from
Hong Kong and the customs inspector took everything out of the
bag and glancing up he froze at the image.

The stud was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed
popping those big guns of his.
Clay was an amateur bodybuilder somewhat shorter than this dude
and definitely bigger, however the man's arms were bigger than
even Clay's with his sleeves riding high over the tight muscle.
But with the shoulders against the wall and his hips jutted out,
it emphasized a thick tube down one leg and it was clear the stud
went commando as well as being plumped up.

Reluctantly focusing his concentration back on the luggage, he
looked through what was clearly expensive clothing grinning to
himself since there definitely was no underwear in the bag.
Flipping through the toiletry kit, there was a minimum of crap
inside, not even deodorant and he asked him about it.
"You're concerned I don't have deodorant?" Somewhat curious.
"One of the things we check sir are bottles that might contain
contraband."
It was kind of lame since the man didn't in fact have any
bottles.
"I'm not big on putting scents on my body."
Daaaaamn.
This stud was pushing every one of Clay's buttons.

He was finished with the bag and the man emptied his pockets on
the table.
Lying in a small pile was a passport for Gil Walker who was
twenty-eight years old, a thin wallet with a few credit cards and
an executive card for the Club Bar/Bathhouse Chain, the place
where men go to play with other men...sweet; his drivers license
and a money clip and a little change as well as some Hong Kong
coins.
"So is it time for the body check now?"
"That's why we have the private rooms sir."
"Are we being monitored by cameras or sound?"
He shook his head, "privacy concerns, but I could call in an
associate if you're concerned," seeing the guy shake his head no,
then smile.

"Let's make this easy for you officer;" and he began unbuttoning
the top button of his shirt.
Normally at this point he'd only do a patdown but he was
transfixed by the body being revealed although it was no surprise
since the Tommy Bahamas style shirt had to be custom since it
molded perfectly to the dude's rock hard frame including being
snug on those huge arms.

The top few buttons undone displayed the deep cleft between the
guy's hairless hard pecs but what he wanted to see was the man's
tits since fully clothed they still pushed out showing they
weren't natural mantits.
The lower buttons now released showed heavily trenched abdominals
which had Clay impressed since cuts like that took a hell of a
lot of work and normally seen right before going up on stage or
preparing for a photo shoot.
Clay's body was always hard and cut, but not as trenched as the
stud in front of him right now.

The shirt was spread wide open and thick meaty areolas appeared
shaping around the bottom of the man's two slabs of hard
pectorals. They were about the size of quarters or maybe a bit
bigger, but the mouthwatering thing was the stubs were clearly
used and abused over the years, so they were bloated and begging
for a man to treat them roughly and the stud stepped forward
pulling off the shirt for him to inspect.

There was nothing to the shirt and he set it down while the man
kicked off first one sneaker than the next, "you need the socks
off too?" And he shook his head no as the stud bent down and
handed him his shoes.
He inspected them and wasn't surprised to not find anything since
the guy was being cooperative making it clear he wouldn't find
anything. Logic dictate he stop it here and now since he wasn't
going to find anything, but the stud's hands were heading to his
shorts.

At first glance they were standard khaki cargo shorts, but once
again they had to be tailored since while they were loose but not
too loose over the dude's thick legs, they also were a little
shorter then standard.
The waist rode lower as well caressing both the front and back
showing off his meaty package and some well muscled glutes with
the seam even riding in a bit emphasizing the fact this was a
true man's ass.
Zipper down and flaps spread he saw a light smattering of trimmed
pubes over the groin and he had to swallow all the saliva
building up in his mouth.

The client had medium length dark shaggy hair along with a couple
day growth on his chin along with some on his calves and
forearms, but other than a little patch over his stalk, he was
bare and the shorts fell down as he pulled one leg out before
then kicking it up handing them over.
Totally hairless low hanging nut sack below a growing good size
tool and Clay without really paying attention patted the shorts
down before throwing them on top of the bag with the rest of his
items.

The stud moved another step closer, "so I take it it's time for
the cavity search now?"
Grinning he grabbed Clay's left hand sticking two fingers in his
mouth and Clay couldn't help letting out a low moan as his other
hand without thinking made its way up to one of the stud's
swollen erasers and pinching it between his thumb and forefinger
the man groaned around his digits.
He continued to rub the nub on the hard chest feeling the dude
tense up and he grinned understanding he had a man who was
supersensitive and pulling his fingers out Clay brought them down
to the other tit rubbing the second stub between his thumb and
forefinger squeezing tighter as the victim did his best to stifle
any noise coming out of his mouth.

"You might want to step back," and he looked up confused to see
the stud glancing down and he followed the gaze.
The dude's lengthy tool was positively pulsating as well as a
thick white rope of cream was dangling down from his piss slit
and he realized he was inches away from having cum stains all
over the front of his dark trousers.

Keeping one hand squeezing the hard chest, the other went down
pulling at the rope to bring it up to his mouth. Sucking in some
of the best tasting spooge he's ever had and seeing the guy was
leaking like a faucet Clay went to his knees and sucked the head
in earning a spurt of pre-come which was almost intoxicating.

The man's legs were shaking a little and he shifted around so he
could put his hands against the table and Clay found it
interesting he didn't prop his ass against it as well and taking
advantage of the fact he first grabbed and pulled on the low
hanging nuts hearing another broken off moan, and scraping his
thumbnail behind his nuts to find a tight rosebud, he punched his
middle finger deep inside and a loud whimper escaped quickly cut
off.

Wasting no time in sliding a second finger in the stud's ass, he
moved his other hand back up roughly twisting a mantit. It was
only a few seconds when the already thick dick swelled up and his
mouth was struggling to swallow endless jets of tasty cream
hitting his throat.

He was still swallowing the last shots when hands pulled him up
and within a heartbeat the cut muscled stud was now on his knees
with Clay's dick hanging out of his pants as the dude swallowed
him whole.
"Geezus fucking Khrist!"
The mouth was an oven around his throbbing tool and he was having
trouble breathing.

Clay was a well hung fuck meister and he was in a room with a
stud who was bigger than him in the tool department taking him
like a pro and there was no way in hell he was going to hold out
and shoving his forearm in his mouth to hold down the gasps, the
inspector started firing his load down the hot man's windpipe.
The bodybuilder was glad he was propped against the table since
his legs were fairly weak as the stud stood up and grinning came
in so Clay's tongue could come out to lap up some of his jizz
which had leaked out the sides of the slut's mouth.

"I take it if we're here too long it might be a little
suspicious;" and Clay unable to speak just nodded.
"Well you still owe me a cavity search at the other end," and the
bodybuilders eyes widened.
"What time do you get off stud?"
"It wouldn't be until evening" which for some reason satisfied
the stud and they agreed to meet at a bar not too far from his
place off of Castro Street which while not quite leather did
favor a rougher crowd.

The stud bent over to put his shorts on and legs slightly parted
his rosebud came in view looking perfectly round and pink,
begging for a hard fuck and he wanted to get back on his knees
and work that hole until the man was begging for his tool.
They were soon dressed with Clay's still plumped rod back inside
his pants and the roller bag on the floor near the door when the
stud grabbed Clay's arm pushing them back against the wall and
closing in for a hot scalding kiss which left the customs man
forgetting to breathe.
Coming off, the dude put his mouth next to his ear, "you'll get
this ass as much as you want tonight, but I have every intention
of getting yours as well."
Setting his hands against the big chest he pushed the taller guy
back, "Ain't going to happen," and the dude grinned amused and
they opened the door and went out.

After his shift Clay rushed home and opening his door looked at
what a mess his place was and didn't care rushing to the bedroom
peeling off his uniform.
He decided not to shower letting the day smells stay on his body
although he cleaned himself out refusing to think the stud would
be fucking him later tonight although considering a good bit rim
job would be sweet from the pig.
The bar they were meeting wasn't leather although he was
considering wearing some so the man would understand his place in
the pecking order, opting for a dark pullover almost transparent
shirt that molded over every curve of his muscled torso and it
was tough squeezing into it.
He then put on a pair of black jeans and a leather vest along
with a wristband on his left wrist to indicate he was pure top
with a couple of shit kicker boots and he was ready to head out.

Hitting the bar he looked over against a wall and there the stud
was sipping a beer with his shirt wide open drawing the attention
of the crowd since his definition truly was amazing.
A few gestures were made concerning whether he wanted another
beer and Clay took the two bottles over.

He was trying to be cool but the mere sight of the man had Clay
already hardening up and they clinked bottles before taking a
pull from the cold brews.
Taking control Clay grabbed the back of the stud's head bringing
him in for a hot deep kiss which had the two of them making out
until finally breaking away and pressed hard against him, the man
smelled of sex.
He slid his hand down the back of his shorts and with a finger
tapping the man's rosebud finding it moist.

"Did you expect me to sit at Starbucks for the last couple
hours?" and Clay couldn't help bursting out in laughter.
"Where?"
"There's a bathhouse around the corner;" and he couldn't help
being impressed.
"How many men have had you so far today?"
The dude grinned, "Counting you?"
He gave him a stare since he was stalling which didn't bother the
stud whatsoever.
"I don't count," which was broken up by a grunt since with the
man's hole wet he was able to slip two digits in without any
problem, although his ass was clamping down like he hadn't even
been touched.

Clay pushed the shirt open with his bottleneck exposing one of
the things fascinating him and he could see the big nipples
already hard so he laid the ice cold bottle against a tit hearing
the guy gasp.
Definitely man-made and obviously sensitive and grinning he
leaned down capturing a stub in his teeth and he tightened
pulling away from the chest when a low growl came out and Clay
knew how he was going to control this hot stud.

Normally he'd have a few beers and mess with the guys mind
asserting his dominance, but chewing on the other mantit as well
as sliding a third finger in the hot tunnel, he wanted to get
this stud home. Irritated at his lack of control he worked the
nubs harder and the stud took the abuse like the pig he was and
by the time he was done they were hard, swollen and wet while
forcing his mouth open and spitting inside.
"My place is only a few blocks away."
"I have a rental car out front so it won't take too long," and I
nodded

There were no sooner in Clay's place when he slammed the stud
against the wall closing in for another hot kiss before pulling
back and spitting in his mouth again to make it clear who was the
top man here.
He was breathing heavy amped up and wanting the stud like he's
never wanted a man before so I took a few steps back ordering the
dude to strip and he gave a somewhat cocky smirk before sliding
off the shirt that had never been closed and Clay had to blink a
few times staring at those big nipples with the swollen erasers
screaming at him to abuse them more.

The shorts dropped and before long he was standing naked in front
with his horse dick pointing straight at Clay. He was a well hung
himself but he knew the guy had him easily by at least an inch,
as well as being taller it irritated the hell out of the rough
musclestud.
"On your knees."
Seeing him kneel down and looking up, the bodybuilder was
thinking that was much better and unbuttoning his black jeans, he
pulled out his leaking tool stepping up so it was a bare inch
from the man's hot mouth and not moving like he knew his place,
although you could tell the fucker thought it was all a game and
growling he grabbed his hair and the mouth opened just in time
for Clay to slam his tool inside.

He fucked the mouth hard but was so horned up, he knew he wasn't
going to last long if he continued, so pulling out he ordered the
stud down on his hands and knees. He could see the muscled glutes
slightly spread exposing the hole to his view and it was
glistening with the men he's had so far this afternoon both
infuriating and turning him on even more. Clay quickly finished
undressing and bending his knees he slammed into the whore's ass
hearing a grunt in response.
Buried deep with his hands gripping the man's waist for leverage
he felt the entire tunnel gripping along his entire shaft making
Clay groan. But this was a whore to be used so he pulled his tool
completely out and slammed it back in building up steam and the
noise of their two bodies splapping together filled the room
along with both of their grunts. The topman's cock swelled until
exploding his jizz into the man's cavern draining him dry and he
crumbled over rolling on his back next to the big slut.

He came to with the stud up on just his knees looking at him
somewhat bemused and was about to get angry at his presumption
when he looked down and seeing the dude's huge tool leaking out a
rope of jizz and remembering how good it tasted Clay moved over,
first tentatively licking the tasty cream then swallowing the
dick wanting more and he worked the man's tool gulping down the
copious outflow until heavy shots began hitting the back of his
windpipe and hearing the man grunt he knew he was getting his
fill of the man.

Normally Clay had men worshiping his muscled up frame and he
reveled in their touch but tonight he couldn't resist spending
his time playing with the incredibly ripped body in his
apartment.

Feeling re-energized Clay moved the stud over to the bed once
again slamming his tool inside the willing ass spreading the legs
wide looking down to see the hairless frame now shimmering with a
light coating of sweat making him pound the ass harder with the
hot man taking it all and putting his hands behind his head while
he was being fucked those massive guns popped making Clay insane
with lust and he bent over running his tongue over the hairless
armpits once again hearing the sexy man growl reminding him, he
had to take back control. And moving further he began licking and
chewing on the man's already used tits while furiously fucking
down his chute and unloading an almost painful load of spooge, he
was grabbed and brought down for a deep kiss he willingly
acquiesced to while desperately trying to regain his breath.

"Ready yet?"
"For what?"
A hand answered by sliding over Clay's muscled ass with a finger
taping at his rosebud.
"No."
The bigger man grinned, "I'll take it as a `not yet.'
Angry at his comment he shoved off the stud's body, "I need to
take a leak."

In the bathroom, he pissed, then leaned against the sink.
Fuck.
When the man first asked, he had hesitated.
Hesitated about taking that big dick up his ass, wondering if
he'd be pounded or made love to.
Dammit! Running a hand through his hair.
The only saving grace was the dude didn't live in the area. In
fact, he was going to be flying out tomorrow morning so any
temptation would be gone.
By the same token, if he was fucked in his apartment and with him
gone, no one would ever know topstud Clay had put out.

Finally coming out of the bathroom, he stopped cold when he saw
the view on the bed.

The stud was on his stomach with his arms as and legs spread wide
and his ass was slightly off the mattress announcing its ready
and willing to be fucked again and Clay could see his rosebud in
plain sight with cum leaking out of the tiny hole, dribbling down
the channel coating his low hanging nuts and he was thinking it's
probably one of the most erotic sights he's ever seen.
Climbing up to bed on his knees he wasted no time in pushing his
horny head towards its target slamming his fuckstick in hearing
nothing more than a deep grunt from the stud below.
Gripping the shoulders he pulled out slamming back in and
repeating the process as he built up speed hammering away at the
chute of the slut clearly willing to take anything he wanted to
give.

Even after the all the fucking they've done so far the dude was
tight as hell gripping his cock ramping him up even further as he
power fucked the horny ass beneath him until finally slamming in
the final time dropping another load inside.

He rolled of the brawny frame landing on his back and the
mattress moved as the stud loomed over with his hands and knees
at his side coming down for a soft kiss which he accepted since
he was too tired to really do anything about it. Hearing a
chuckle the dude started working his way down his thick body
placing kisses, licking and sucking different parts feeling
pretty damn good right now.

The dude eventually made his way to his cock and first licking it
like a popsicle before taking the semi hard rod in his mouth then
working on his nuts and spreading his legs he worked in his
underside and pushing them up a little bit as his tongue found
Clay's hole.
"Whoa whoa that isn't available."
The hot man looked up his body and grinned, "even for a rim job?"
and Clay let his head drop to the mattress as his legs were
pushed up as the tongue scraped across his opening and then
working and teasing his rosebud and before too long his moans
pierced the quiet of the room.

Clay always felt real men didn't get screwed, so it was always
important to dominate those he had sex with. There have been
times somebody did get his ass and he had to admit it was pretty
damn good when it happened, but that's not the way it's supposed
to happen.

Damn that felt good though and tongue leaving his hole, the stud
slowly came back up working over his nuts and rock hard shaft,
but the shoulders were pushing the legs up and Clay now could
feel a thick head parked at his entrance.
"Go ahead and say no stud."
Clay was looking in those deep gray eyes and couldn't seem to get
any words out feeling pressure building with his hole beginning
to spread open to accommodate the thick invader and he felt the
man leaking inside which for some reason made him more willing to
accept the big slab of man meat and continuing, the head popped
in making the two studs whimper.

The stud remained in place letting him get used to the invasion
before slowly pushing more inside and he groaned some more as it
rubbed against his prostate.
He knew the dude had a heavy duty prong and it seemed to take
forever to slowly travel down filling up his tunnel until finally
the man stopped and looking up he came down for kiss.
"That's all of it stud."
He was full inside, more full then he's ever been and as the pain
eased up, damn it felt good.
His thick bodybuilder legs wrapped around the man's waist like he
wanted to make sure he wasn't going to go anywhere as he slowly
pulled out a little coming back in going a bit further taking his
time as he made love to Clay's ass.  It wasn't long when a low
growl was slowly building up and he felt a hard thrust inside
then his chute started filling up with hot cream which felt so
sweet as the stud came down for another gentle kiss. And Clay
Graham, hard muscled man stud took the man's head in both his
hands making the kiss harder and more passionate feeling his own
prick swell up between their tight abs to begin shooting and
coating their stomachs with his jizz.

He climbed off Clay lying at his side and the only thing he could
do was roll over in his stomach and beg the man to fuck him and
fuck him hard.
After a long day at work and all the times he's cum so far, he
should be done.
But he swore the jizz in his ass was making him hornier needing
to have the stud inside him again.
Hearing a chuckle, Gil moved closer and rammed three fingers in
Clay's ass making him grunt.
"Are you sure stud that's what you want stud?"
"Yes."
"Say it louder."
"YES!"
Hearing the soft amused chuckle again, the body shifted and his
legs were kicked apart with the huge shaft slid inside driving
all the way to the hilt as the he lay across Clay's broad back.
"It's all yours then."
It started with him covering his body pushing his tool in and out
but soon he got up on his knees pounding his craving hole into
submission alternating between pulling completely out and
slamming it inside to jackhammering his chute as Clay begged for
more.

The stud dropped several load and he swore each time it was
rejuvenating him for the ongoing fuck even though rubbing against
the mattress he came a few times himself and he was truly getting
the fuck of his life as the man occasionally came down and
twisting his head to the side and meet for a hot kiss as he
continued to work his huge cock inside him.

Clay was wrung out by the time the man finally left his ass after
pounding it for he didn't know how long and flipping Clay over on
his back he sat over his waist trying to get his attention.
"Stud do you really think you're any less of a man for taking
what I gave you?"
Clay looked up unwilling to answer the question and he grinned.
"Well think on this," and he reached back grabbing Clay's
shockingly hard shaft which didn't make sense at this point and
the dude backed up impaling himself on his magically rigid pole.

His face came down near Clays.
"Well guess what stud, I don't think this makes me any less of a
man to take a hot stud's cock in mine;" and he started riding his
tool as the bodybuilder thrust up meeting the stud's hole as it
descended and looking up it turned him on to see the big muscled
up body over him reaching  up to run his hands over the
beautifully trenched abs before landing both hands on those
succulent swollen nipples he's been abusing all night. Pinching
them hard I grinned as his ass clamped down and he fired an
almost empty load once more into the sexed up man.

A little while later he heard his shower turning off with the man
came out drying his hair not looking like a slut who'd just spent
the last twelve hours having sex.

"You are likely to hear from someone in the near future to offer
you a job and it will be up to you to decide whether you want to
pursue it or not."
And with that the dude got dressed and left.
Too fucked out to pay attention, Clay called in sick that morning
needing to get some sleep as well as give his aching body a rest.

A month later he got a call from a company called Stone Security
which was a private bodyguard service down in LA saying they got
his name from Gil Walker.
They also mentioned Walker told them Clay had major attitude
which needed to be corrected and even knowing that they would
still fly him down to LA to see if he had what it took.
As soon as he got home, Clay went online to discover Stone
Security was a small but highly respected as well as expensive
personal security firm mostly made up of some major experienced
dudes and he was wondering what it would be like to work with a
group like that.

He even contacted a buddy he knew in the LA force who confirmed
everything, even reporting it was rumored these guys did some
shit for the government no one ever talked about and intrigued he
called them back to do the interview.

It's been a couple years now and Clay is a full-blown employee of
Stone Security although not before his attitude got knocked out
five ways to Sunday.
Clay quickly learned he wasn't nearly as much of a bad ass as he
thought he was and interestingly enough most of the dudes were
gay themselves and they were definitely all men no matter what
they did in bed. At one point the owner of the company Matt Stone
took him down to an island in the Caribbean to meet a huge dude
named Thax who possessed an inhuman sized dick who brought him
into an even more elite secret organization called the Fraternity
with Matt Stone making it clear that's what Gil Walker had seen
for Clay from that fateful day long ago.

He's seen Walker since, finding out the man who recruited him is
an important dude within the organization.
He can laugh about it now because he found out part of the whole
Fraternity gig in joining the secret organization is that you're
transformed into a sex crazed stud so at least he discovered how
the man was able to work him over for as long as he did that
night.
Though gossip has it his recruiter is even impressive by
Fraternity member standards; and Clay remembering that night
could only think `no shit'.