Hank was one of the older guards. A lot of the others teased me for being a rookie or assigned me the lousy shifts. Hank took me under his wing and looked after me, but it wasn’t just his paternal guidance that made me bond with the man. There was something else: his looks, the salt-and-pepper hair combined with a body you’d expect to see on a pro athlete. And there was this way he had of looking at me, like he was always wanted to ask something of me.
It came to a boil one day when our bodies bumped together. I didn’t want to move away and neither did Hank. He could feel my erection poking up, digging into his thigh. Silently he lowered his zipper, then dropped his pants. My fingers fumbled with the uniform shirt, I was so eager to see his massive chest.
That morning I had my first fuck of his hot muscle ass, Hank bent over the cold metal table grunting and urging me to give it to him harder. I did.
There’s a new guy who’s started at my office. Big ex-football player, mid 20s, kind of a dopey smile but pretty cute beneath the gruff jock demeanor. Most of my coworkers write him off as not-to-bright and I can tell Greg is one of those ex-athletes who’s self-conscious about his bulk. But all I know is my little man stood up straight like a trained puppy the day we were introduced.
It took a little work to get the guy out of his shell. But he accepted my invitations he tag along to happy hour, and pretty soon we were hanging out regularly. The first time we fucked it was like the dam had opened up for Greg. Turna out I was his first. First kiss, first blow job, the guy to take his cherry.
Now the guy can’t get enough. He’s hounding me whenever he can at the office. Asking when we’re gonna get together next. Fortunately we’ve found a deserted men’s room on the empty 10th floor we can sneak off to for a quickie.
It was the first time I’d seen Coach T smile. Not smirk, not twitch his lips, but actually smile.
The man had just cum in my mouth, after an intense eight minutes I spent nursing and sucking his thick bone. His semen was surprisingly sweet - I thought it would be bitter or salty or something - but I was taken off guard by he copious amounts he spurted down my throat. It took me a good thirty seconds to swallow it all and catch my breath.
The view from his spent crotch was incredible. The mounds of ex-linebacker muscle, the thick forest of chest fur, the masculine face of the man I’d most looked up to the last year. Only now, Coach’s trademark gruffness was gone, replaced by that smile, and a softer side of this father figure.
"That was awesome, Jason. Thanks."
Evan was a couple of years out of college, but he still relished his glory days in Division I athletics. He approached me one night at the bar and introduced himself. “You look just like my coach from college.” We didn’t waste much time with small talk and soon we went back to his place.
I’m not quite his boyfriend but definitely a front-of-the-line fuckbuddy. All I got to do is shoot him a text and a quick reply comes back. “OK Coach. I’ll be ready in 20”
I got a spare key to his place so just make my way back to his bedroom, stripping off my clothing along the way. I usually find him in his favorite position. On his stomach, facing away from me on the bed. Turns out this was the way his college coach got off the fastest.
It’s up to me if I warm him up first with a nice rim session or just crawl on top of the stud and pound the hell out of his rump.
One night after a particularly hard-driving romp, I leaned back up on my haunches, my dick still leaking sperm, the majority of my load already well gone up his guts. I’m catching my breath when he says, almost so quiet I can’t here. “Coach, am I too young to be your boyfriend?” I was about to ask what he was talking about, I’d do about anything to have a fine stud like this. But before I could speak, he continued. “Hell, I don’t even care if you fuck other guys, I’d just love to feel you in me every night.”
I stretched back on top of the guy, kissed the back of his neck and worked my way to right behind the ear. This really did something for the kid. Rarely was I this affectionate with him. I lay on top of him, slowly working my cock back inside him. “Tell me your name,” I spoke into his ear. A year of fucking this guy and it was still anonymous.
"John," he replied eagerly. "John Cade."
"Robert Edsal. 42 years old. And no, you’re not too young for me."
Somehow that fuck was our most intense one yet.
ian reaching into his tighty whities
Ian.. he’s a hot bear :)