Date: Fri, 5 Sep 2014 18:10:16 -0400 From: Allan Barrington Subject: Another Touchdown! - Part 1 [For all of you who have encouraged me with feedback, I hope you enjoy this recollection of a trip I made to France in the off-season one year, many years ago. If you do – or don't – I continue to welcome your feedback – allanbinnj@gmail.com is always available for your welcome commentary. And also, please make a donation to nifty.org if you are able to, in recognition of the site's convenience and entertainment value. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html –Al] I wasn't paying much attention to anything other than getting myself out of the locker room and up to the gym floor to get to my workout. I was about to charge out the door, looking at my iPod to get my tunes going, when the door swung in suddenly toward me. I barely had time to jump back to avoid the forceful swing of the door toward me . . . but in doing so, I collided with someone behind me I hadn't even realized was there. As I was stumbling backward against the guy behind me, the guy who'd pushed the door was barreling in and almost took us both down. As it was, the guy behind me and I were this close to falling when the strong, hairy, sweaty arms of the incoming guy grabbed each of us and steadied us enough that we both regained our footing. "SORRY!" he huffed as he hefted us. "Running late and not paying attention." His voice was deep, and I took in the rest of him. An inch or three over six feet; dark-hair, curly and short on his head, glistening with sweat and curly out of the neck of his sweat-soaked shirt, which was plastered over an obvious pelt of the stuff over his beautifully sculpted torso, and the same curly, sweaty, glistening fur on his very muscular, corded arms and legs; beautiful light blue eyes set in a model-handsome face; and did I mention the huge mound of his crotch-basket in his gym shorts? "No worries, man," came the voice behind me. "You okay, man?" he asked me. I was still ogling the hot marauding incoming guy and could barely nod – I was tongue-tied. The guy behind me looked from me to the incoming guy, who still had one of my biceps in his grip, and back to me and smiled. "Yeah, you're fine!" he laughed and went around us and left. "Seriously, I'm really sorry," the incoming guy told me. "Did the door hit you? You look a little stunned." "No, uh, I mean I'm fine, really," I said weakly. "You're sure?" he double-checked, and I felt his grip on me begin to loosen. I did the only thing I could think of to prolong the moment – I let my knees buckle a little. "CRAP!" he spat, and he took my other arm and renewed his grip on the first one. "You'd better sit down a minute," he told me, and he guided me to the nearest bench. As I was sitting down, him still holding/guiding me, I went for it. "I know where I'd like to be sitting!" I said, looking him up and down slowly and then settling on his prominent crotch. When I looked up at him, his look was unreadable – either surprised and appalled or just surprised or . . . maybe clueless. He slowly released my upper arms, but he moved them up to my shoulders and moved in toward me in a long step. He was right in front of me, his crotch about even with my chin. I looked back at his crotch and then leaned in enough so that he was less than six inches from my face. I inhaled deeply, my head registering fully what I'd had a whiff of before – strong manscent that I wouldn't mind inhaling deeply and often the way he was, but which I really wanted to inhale when it was also mixed with the stink of mansex. "Like that?" he asked, his voice softer, despite nobody else near us, and a little husky. "OH YEAH!" I replied enthusiastically, looking up at him square in the eye. He was smiling now – a sexy grin, actually. "Theo Barnes," he said. "I don't care," I said honestly. He raised his eyebrows, but his grin widened. "I enjoy a man who doesn't waste time." I lowered my voice and told him, "I like a man who's a gentleman in the locker room but knows how to use a filthy slut behind closed doors." "You're making a couple of assumptions there, aren't you, sport?" he asked, his grin now a smirk. "I'm an optimistic guy," I parried back. He took a moment to let that lay out there. I was still not sure if he'd deck me for coming onto him, if he'd laugh it off – and I'd never know if he was gay or not – or if he'd take me home and fuck the life out of me. My eyes said YOUR MOVE, STUD. And then I noticed, in my peripheral vision – his crotch bulge was bigger. FUCK YES! "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" I moaned softly, leaning farther in and inhaling even more deeply. "Easy there, sport," he said softly, and his one hand brushed my neck, sending sparks flying inside me. "Let's get out of here with our dignity intact, why don't we? We can do whatever we want when we get behind those closed doors." "Mine or yours?" I asked. And to help, "I live five blocks from here." "You win by about ten," Theo decreed. I got up, not bothering to step away from him, standing almost nose to forehead with him – I was about four inches taller. "Get your gym bag." "I'm pretty sweaty. Sure I shouldn't grab a quick shower?" he asked, stepping away and heading toward another row in the locker room. From behind him, not caring who heard – though I was pretty certain there weren't any other guys in there with us – I told him, "You'll have a tongue bath when we get there, and I guarantee you'll like it LOADs better than a shower here!" Theo paused in step and reached around and caught me up around my neck with his sweaty, muscular arm and pulled me into him. He patted my chest and gave me a rub. "I think your optimism is rubbing off on me. I think this is going to be a GREAT night!" he told me. Theo's locker was on the bottom, and when he bent over, his workout shorts pulled tight over his exceptional bubble butt, and that's when I knew my night just got better – he was wearing a jock strap under his shorts . . . likely a very sweaty jock strap. FUCK YES! His gym bag was out, and he stuffed his work slacks, shirt, shoes, socks, tie and a coat into it like they were trash, slamming the locker shut and turning to head out. "What?" he asked me. I stepped up to him, and I let my right hand go up the short left leg of his shorts, along the inside of his thigh, until I felt his sweaty jock strap pouch. I got my fingers inside it – which wasn't easy with the huge package filling it – and tweaked it enough for him to get the message. "Fucking HOT!" I said just above a whisper. I took my hand out before he had to remind me that he preferred not to make a scene there in the men's room. Theo looked momentarily sad that I'd taken my hand away, which made me smile. I grabbed my gym bag – likewise hastily stuffed – and we headed out. We were halfway to my place before either of us spoke. "Derek," I said. "No, Theo," he replied. I laughed. "Yes, THEO, I got that. I go by Derek." "AH," he said with a laugh. "I thought it was Phil." "Phil?" I asked, turning to look at him quizzically. "Yeah, Phil," he told me. "Phil T. Slut, isn't that what you said?" he teased me. "That's filthy BITCH to you!" I told him with an evil grin. "My building is just up there." "Thank God!" he said. "I've had to think of funerals, baseball, mud – anything to keep my cock from springing out of these short-legged gym shorts I like to wear when I run." To myself I thought: Mmmmmmmm, a runner, too! To him I didn't say anything. Instead, as we had just hit a red and were waiting to cross, I put my hand up his shorts again and gave his big, full jock strap pouch a squeeze. "About now might be a good time to let up on those bone-kill thoughts; that way by the time we get the next block . . . " I suggested with a lewd grin. I felt him hardening in my hand and didn't withdraw it. I was facing him, so nobody could see unless they were right next to us. "I see you take suggestions well," I grinned. "If you seriously want Spike to break free of that jock and jab out my shorts leg here on the street, just keep that grip," he said, without any sign that he would mind if I did. I laughed out loud. "Spike? Seriously?" "Yeah. After he's been balls-deep inside you, you can call my cock anything you want. Until then, he's Spike!" he said, grinning himself. And Spike's call to duty was apparently being responded to urgently! I gave him a good squeeze and withdrew my hand and then sprinted across the intersection. "Hey!" Theo called out, running after me and then wrestling his gym bag off his shoulder and holding it in front of him as he caught up with me jogging up the block. "Problems, Mister Barnes?" I smirked and pulled his gym bag away from his crotch. Spike wasn't OUT, but he was definitely out of that jock pouch and prominently displayed in those shorts. And my prominent, I mean BIG! FUCK YEAH! After we crossed the next street I headed to the entrance to the condo building on the corner where I lived. From behind me Theo asked, "This is where you live?" "What? You expected a filthy bitchslut to live in some dive building somewhere?" I chided him, unlocking and holding the door open for him. "Uh, no, it's not that," he said, and he stepped inside. If I wasn't sure this guy was beyond the point of no return – well, Spike was – I'd have wondered from his slow and somewhat tentative entry to the building lobby if he was going to change his mind. "I promise my condo is tiny and nothing impressive," I teased. "UNlike Spike, apparently!" I added, turning and grinning at him. Theo looked like he was taking in everything in the lobby, but he met my grin and loosened up. "Glad you're not running from Spike," he told me. "More like going see to it he runs through me . . . again and again," I leered at him and got on the elevator. Theo followed, but instead of attacking me and feeling my ass up or any of the rest of me, he stood there chastely. It was only a few more floors – I could wait . . . though patience has never been my virtue. We were just two men walking along – nothing going on here – as we exited the elevator and went down the hall to my corner unit. But once inside, Theo's gym bag and mine hit the floor before the door was fully latched, and he was on me. Theo pinned me to the wall and pressing his sweaty musclebod against me. His hands were on my ass, pulling me into him, and he was grinding his hardon into my crotch and dry humping me. So much for propriety! FUCK YEAH! I was licking the sweat off his neck and finally wrenched one arm free from my butt and got it in the air and pulled down his t-shirt armhole enough to get my face in his hairy, sweaty, pungent pitt. OH FUCKING HELL YEAH! Theo made a moaning noise that sounded more like a plea when my tongue lapped at his sweaty pit – that moan corresponded exactly to every sound in my head. I fucking WANTED this man! His groin was still pumping against mine, and I was fully hard myself, uncomfortable in my own jock strap, as he must be in those shorts. I got my hand between us and got a good grip on Spike. FUCK was he big! GODDAMN I was going to have fun with that! I got my other hand – the one which had been holding his sleevehole open, so my face was now chewing his shirt and doing a not-great job of licking his pit – up his shorts and got a good grip on his balls – VERY nice set on this stallion! I could also feel his cockhead was drooling already based on the wet spot on his shorts. I didn't want to waste any more of that on the fabric – that belonged in my mouth or lubing my fuckhole! I began to wrestle myself away from his grip and, keeping my grip on his cock and balls, pulling him down the hall. "I want you naked and where I can give you that tongue bath without hindrance," I told him. "I've got several ideas of where my tongue is going, too!" Theo growled, as I pulled him down the hall. Theo had his t-shirt flung off and had kicked off his sneakers before we were even in my bedroom, and he was struggling to get his socks off – first on one leg, then the other – as I was trying to yank off his shorts and get to his sweaty jock strap, which I left on, despite his cock out the side of the pouch. "Easy!" he cautioned, struggling to not fall over. To that I shoved him sideways onto my big bed and watched his gigantic hardon and big hairy balls bounce and flop as he hit the bed. I was grinning down at him, enjoying his look of surprise. When he recovered, his gaze went intense. "STRIP!" he ordered. I didn't have to be told twice. I got my shirt off – slowly and making sure my abs and pecs moved enough for him to enjoy. Then I kicked off my sneakers and started to slowly pull down my workout shorts. I was halfway down my painfully contorted hardon – I go out and up, not down! – when he said, "Mmmmmm that's a big shaft on you, too. I'm going to love watching that blast your cumload while I fuck it out of you!" I blushed a bit at the compliment, enjoying that he liked it and wasn't intimidated by my big cock, like some tops are. I pulled my shorts waistband out to its limit and finally was enough for my cock to spring out and up. I turned to the side, giving Theo the profile view, and he "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm"ed, which I enjoyed. Then I turned away from him and pulled the back of my shorts down, slowly exposing my world-class – if I do say so myself! – ass to him. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" he growled. I took a beat to take in his amazingly muscular, ripped, toned, hairy body – I felt my cock drip a huge glob of precum just taking in this hunk I was going to have fucking me any time now. "That's exactly what you're going to be doing to it!" I told him, as I kicked off my shorts and jock strap and dove onto his crotch face-first. He literally stunk of sweat . . . very manly, clean sweat which had my head spinning and my nuts boiling as I struggled to take his enormous cock into my mouth. It was one of those barrel-thick, veiny, hard-as-steel monstercocks, with pronounced tubal ridge along the bottom showing a urethra the size of an average man's cock. My jaw strained, and I got it in and then worked on getting it past my throat, all the while licking and swirling my tongue around his head and shaft. I was rewarded with Theo's big hands on my head and huge cock throbbing in my mouth, emitting an incredible amount of precum which, juxtaposed against his sweat, tasted sweet and gooey and was making my mouth cum. I reached down and took hold of his huge, hairy, sweaty balls in a tight grip, and he gave me a loud roar and SHOVED my head down onto his cock, forcing that huge head into my throat. I gagged and choked, my sounds of struggle against his, "OH FUCK YEAH SUCK THROAT THAT COCK!" When he finally loosened my grip – possibly because he could tell I was really struggling, nearly out of breath – and I tried to pull off it, his hugely flanged horsecockhead was lodged in my throat, and for a moment I didn't think I'd be able to get myself free! As I panicked in one side of my brain, the other side ran the headline: FORMER FOOTBALL MVP QUARTERBACK DEAD AFTER CHOKING ON A HORSECOCKED STUD IN HIS NEW LAKESHORE CONDO! Theo pulled back and held my head steady, and his cock popped out of my throat. I didn't let him pull out of my mouth all the way – I moved with him and sucked and licked at that amazing flared head while I panted and gasped for breath around it. "MRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMM!" "Easy, stud," he said, gently rubbing the side of my face. "I want you, Derek, and I'd prefer you're alive to enjoy me!" I looked up at him and nuzzled his big hand with my cheek . . . and then I went back to work on that horsecock, my grip on his balls tighter, pulling them to me as I swallowed that cock again. This time my throat resisted but relented, and I was throating that cock and sucking it up and down in long strokes like the champ I am! "OH FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSS!" he exclaimed, holding my head but more gently, allowing me to share control of the depth of his thrusts into my throat. "OH GOD FUCKING WORK MY BALLS!" he commanded, loving my rough grip and yanking on them. I was so focused on his cock and balls and his cries of pleasure as I worked both that I almost didn't notice when he was about to cum. He shouted, "I'm so FUCKING CLOSE!" before I got what his harder, thicker cock was telling my lips, tongue, mouth and throat. I abruptly pulled off his cock and went to work licking his huge sweaty nuts, savoring the taste of him and smell of him. "AWWWWWWWWW FUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" he moaned, both loving it and still on the edge of the orgasm he was so close to and wanted but didn't want . . . yet. When I'd sucked and chewed and licked his big, full nuts until he was emitting a continuous stream of moans and growls, I let my tongue go backward, teasing his taint and feeling his body spasm from the sensation. I wasn't entirely certain he wasn't cumming, but the moans and growls were louder but continuing, not like the exclamations most men make when they cum – me particularly! – so I continued on and got my tongue over his pucker. "OH FUCKING HELL YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" he cried out when my tongue passed over it the first time. I savored the taste and smell of his hole – thankfully musky and sweaty and manly but not funky! – and went to work teasing it and licking it first softly then hard, then shoved my tongue into his hole. "MMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmm!" I moaned, the taste of him setting my body afire. "OH FUCK MAN!" he cried. "That's FUCKING AWESOME OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" he growled, grinding his furry ass onto my tongue and fucking back onto me. GODDAMN he was fucking HOT! I loved the way he had his big muscular legs wrapped around my neck and head trapping my face in his crack against his hole and grinding into my devouring of that manhole. When he'd put his hands on me earlier when we collided at the gym, he instantly set the fuse on my very rare desire to be topped. I wanted this man fucking me HARD and DEEP and mercilessly, just like he was forcing me to work at everything I'd done to him so far. But if I spent much more time on this tasty, hot hole, I might just raise his legs and TAKE IT! I pulled away from him roughly and bit the inside of his thigh and looked up at him. "You ready to use that fuckweapon there, stud?" I asked with a dirty grin. In response, Theo lifted me suddenly and roughly by my armpits over him and threw me down on my back next to him on my bed. He was on top of me with his shoulders behind my knees, my big legs flailing in the air, and he went in DEEP to my crack and hole face first. He bit and licked and sucked and then tongue-fucked me until I was begging him for his cock. "OH GOD THEO – JUST FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK MMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" I begged, but he continued to eat me out and growl and moan all the while. It was amazing – if I thought I could eat ass, I could learn from this stud. My entire body was on edge, and I suddenly realized that my balls were about to explode . . . just from his rim and hole job! "OH FUCK THEO if you don't stop and fuck me I'm going to cum just from your tongue!" "MMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" he growled in response, pulling my ass up higher in the air and forcing his face harder into my crack, eating me even more aggressively. "FFFUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK THHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOO I'MMMMMMMMM NOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT—" I couldn't finish as my balls did start the nuclear reaction and it was a very short fuse until my entire body was bucking and my thick cumload was blasting all over my face and chin and neck and chest. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" Theo kept eating me just as aggressively as I bucked and screamed and emptied my nutload all over me until I was laughing and begging him to give me a minute, trying to push him off me. Finally Theo pulled his face out of my crack, panting himself, as I was trying to catch my breath. But he didn't let loose of his old on my ass and settled it against his throbbing, slimy cockhead and began rubbing it against my hole. "OH JESUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" I moaned, wanting that huge cock to rip my guts open. Theo reached down and scooped up a handful of my cum off my chest and pulled his cockhead back enough to begin rubbing it into me. "FUCK I LOVE a man's cum for lube!" he said, his fingers inside me, my body bucking onto his fingers, my almost-virgin hole sucking his fingers inside me as he swirled my seed in there greasing me up with his spit. "Tell me you have some condoms in that drawer there," he growled, cocking his head to the drawer I could reach if I threw my arm back and stretched. I flailed my arm, got the drawer handle on my third try and ripped the drawer open, almost yanking it out of the dresser completely but saving it. I flailed around some more and victoriously yanked out a strip of foiled condoms and flung them at him. "FUCK ME!" I ordered. He ripped open a packet and had it on in a second – thank God I'm hung huge too, so they were huge-sized, though I bet still pretty damn tight on his thick monstercock. He lined up again, spitting on his cockhead and scooping more cum off my torso and from the head of my still-drooling cock and greased up that tennis-ball-sized head and shoved it against my hole. "MAKE IT HURT!" I yelled . . . and I meant it. I wanted that stud to FUCK me . . . hard and deep and long, and I wanted to feel it for days! Theo rubbed and pushed against my hole, and I struggled to shove back onto that behemoth, but he wouldn't rape my hole. "Relax, baby – I promise to FUCK you GOOD . . . but I refuse to wreck you. OK?" he asked, his gaze intense down into my eyes. I relaxed, something inside me other than the desire to be raped like a wanton bitch taking over. And just like that my pucker relaxed enough that he pushed in. "OH FUCKING CHRIST!!!!" I yelled, feeling like a telephone pole had just been shoved inside my assring. Theo held steady, giving me time to pant and curse and relax onto his cock. "Push me out," he told me. I did – I pushed against him, and he shoved in several inches easily despite me feeling like I was taking in a Jeep up my fuckchute. "YEAH BABY," he said husily. "Take me into you!" He pushed more into me, and I pushed against him again, amazingly realizing that he knew exactly what a bottom should do – however counterintuitive – to take his fucklog. "OH FUCK YESSSSSS!" I hissed through clenched teeth against the pain of his intrusion, already feeling the pleasure begin to swirl inside me. Theo's huge cock jammed my prostate on that first thrust in, and my entire body bucked HARD. When I did, he shoved in the rest of the way, and his fat cockshaft rubbed my knob all the rest of the way in, making me feel like I was being electrically shocked in the most amazingly pleasurable way. "Like that cock, stud?" he asked with a shit-eating grin, when his pubes were ground into my crack. "FUCK YES! FUCK ME!" I shouted back at him and pushed myself to grind harder onto him, causing another nudge against that magic spot and making me moan. "FFFFFFFUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" Theo started pumping out and then in, first short strokes but HARD on the thrusts in, each one causing that bolt of lightning to erupt through me. Then as his strokes got longer, it was that rough knock on my knob with every withdrawal when that wide flange knocked it and then a hard jab on my spot and a long, rough graze against it with every thrust. "GOD you're a STUD! Take my big horsecock!" he growled as his pace continued to increase, and my pleasure became more and more overwhelming to my consciousness. Theo pushed my knees back until they were against my chest and was drilling me HARD and DEEP and FAST. I was yelling a constant stream of painful but ecstatic yelps, moans, growls and purrs. And Theo was saying, "OH FUCK you're so fucking tight and hot. FUCK you make my cock feel like I'm in heaven, baby!" and stuff like that. I stopped hearing his big nuts slapping noisily against my sweat and slobber-slick ass, but I felt their impact along with his cockhead reaming me and assaulting and massaging my prostate. And I felt my nuts begin to ignite . . . again . . . and part of my brain thought NO FUCKING WAY CAN I CUM TWICE WITHOUT TOUCHING MY COCK! But my body had other ideas, and just as suddenly as before I was shouting, "OHHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" and my balls were erupting painfully as my body bucked even harder than the first time. "OH FUCK BABY YOUR FUCKING CUNT IS MILKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKINNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Theo yelled, and I felt his cock impossibly thicker inside me and he SHOVED HARD DEEP into me and I felt his cock pumping in the condom as my body spasmed around him and my balls continued to empty and douse me with my own seed . . . as my consciousness became blurry. As my breathing was desperate still, my head began to clear, and I looked up to see Theo propped above me, his head dropped slack over my chest, his sweat dripping off his head onto me. And my ass suddenly began to SCREAM, as his cock was still rock hard inside me, and my ass – RARELY fucked – was in agony, though the rush in the rest of my body was still ecstasy. "FUCK you're a STUD!" I said quietly. Theo raised his head, panting and smiled at me. "Stud, YOU are the stud here! You're fucking AMAZING! NOBODY can take me like that!" I chuckled. "Speaking of," I said and wiggled my ass just enough to focus the topic, "You aren't one of those studs who can fuck-through to a second round are you?" I realized I wanted that as much as I was terrified he'd say yes. "Because that fucking tree trunk you call a cock is still DAMN hard inside my brutalized hole!" "Relax as much as you can," he said, and he put his big, hot, sweaty hand on the center of my torso. I thought I was relaxed – sapped, more like it – but amazingly I did feel tense and forced my entire body to go slack. "That's it," he cooed. "This will still hurt," he said, and before I had a chance to react, he yanked his cock out of me in one fast move. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" I shouted, feeling the sting DEEP inside me. Theo held his hand on my torso and rubbed me softly. "That's it. Now just relax," he said. "EASY FOR YOU TO SAY!" I shot back, but I was grinning through my clenched teeth. "You didn't just get fucked by a seven-forty-seven!" "Awwww, baby, no need to be demeaning! Most guys tell me I'm a space shuttle at least!" he smiled back at me, peeling the condom off his finally-flagging cock. "I think a seven-four-seven is bigger!" I retorted with a broad grin. "I'm honored, by the way." I looked at him quizzically. "Honored?" "You obviously don't bottom much," he said. "I'm honored that you chose me." "How the FUCK did you know that? Was I that unskilled?" I asked, incredulous. "Uh, NO! But I know a top when I'm fucking one, and you, sir, are definitely a top who is a MASTER bottom when he wants to be. Jesus – the way you took my thick cock—" "Uh, FOR THE RECORD, that should be reclassified, that fuckweapon you call a cock. That thing is gargantuan!" I meant every word of that! Theo looked down, shyly, and he blushed a little. He was still holding the condom, and as I enjoyed the sight of his blush as it spread to his shoulders and neck, I noticed how full the condom was. "JESUS CHRIST! Tell me you snuck out and poured a glass of milk into that rubber!" I exclaimed. Theo blushed again, but his chest puffed out, too, enjoying my appreciation. "That was ALL you, Derek," he said gravely. "You worked me like a champ, and I have to say that is one of the greatest fucks of my life!" Now it was my turn to blush . . . and to feel guilty. "What?" he asked, seeing the cloud over my thoughts. "My name isn't Derek," I told him, averting my eyes. "No, it's Todd Dreesen," he said matter-of-factly. "How the fuck—" I started but just left my mouth open. "Well, there are about forty-seven thousand things hanging on your walls, under glass inside your place here that have footballs, players, commissioners, rings . . . " "Oh, and here I thought you had eyes only for me!" I said, feigning annoyance. "Well, I had only cock, balls and intent for you. But I also came to a strange man's condo, so I figured I should give a look around to see if there was any evidence this would be my last hurrah and then I'd be chopped up in a freezer!" he laughed. "Wait a minute," I said, suddenly my head focusing on what I'd thought was an insignificant data point. "Barnes," I intoned. "As in Barnes Plaza?" I asked him, and his face told me the answer. "That's why I was surprised when you said this was your building," Theo Barnes, scion of one of the biggest real estate families in the Midwest, confessed. "Well FUCK ME!" I laughed. "Uh, don't look now, but I just did!" Theo grinned back at me. And then he noticed the rather full condom he was still holding. "Which reminds me, mind if I, uh, dispose of this?" he asked, endearingly polite for a guy whose slimy cock was on my bedspread inches from my gaping, slimy manhole. "Let me," I offered, reaching for the used rubber and moving to get up, getting him up by his other arm until we were both standing beside the bed, dripping but who the fuck cared?! "Or better, come on with me – you probably need to piss almost as bad as I do," I offered. "I always have to piss after cumming, and you, STUD, doubled that for me!" Theo looked at me when we were both on our feet. "Would you mind terribly if I kissed you after we, uh, take care of . . . ?" I NEVER kissed. And yet, I never bottomed, either, and I'd wanted to from his first touch . . . and I wanted to kiss him now! "I thought you'd never ask," I answered, pulling him into me. I locked my lips on his, one of my hands clamped on his HOT, sweaty, HARD asscheek, my other arm tightly around his back and resting on his waist, and he yielded to me almost too soon. My tongue was sucked into his eager mouth, and he was sucking and licking it, and it went straight to my balls and cock, now hardening again FAST. I broke away from him roughly. "Uh, that business we have to take care of? Probably going to be MUCH tougher," I said, grabbing my hardon and waving it at him, "With this." I looked down at him, and he was rock-hard, too. We both laughed. I clamped a sweaty arm around his shoulders and pulled him with me toward the bathroom. "Looks like maybe we should just piss in the shower!" I told him. We both laughed as our hardons bobbed and swayed out in front as we walked. "Nice shower," he said a little uncertainly as I turned on the jets in my shower. Then, when I looked at him to see what his hesitation was, he added, "Um, I've never tried water sports before!" I threw my head back in laughter for a moment then put my hand on his big, round shoulder. "I didn't mean THAT!" I told him. "I meant it would be easier to piss with hardons in the shower than to try and aim and control . . . well, you know how it is when you try to piss with a hardon." Theo looked greatly relieved, but there was also something there, maybe just the tiniest hint of something. "Although . . . "I continued suggestively, "I never bottom, either, but I just did and it was awesome! Maybe it's a good day for pushing ourselves out of our comfort zones . . . " Theo's eyes sparked, both with concern but also with a flash of excitement, and his cock bounced though he hadn't moved. Maybe it was a day to try something new . . . TO BE CONTINUED . . . . . [Thanks for reading. Don't forget: if you enjoy reading stories on nifty.org, please make a donation to help support the site's continuance. And also, if you want, feel free to email me with any thoughts, comments, suggestions or requests at allanbinnj@gmail.com because I really do enjoy hearing from you!]