Gym Buddies, Part 7

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 Gym Buddies, Part 7
 C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com
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 It was a few weeks after Dylan and I tag-teamed his buddy Jason. I'd left work early and gone to the gym. By late afternoon I was headed home and looking forward to a quiet night. Dylan wanted to go out for dinner, which usually signified that he was in a romantic mood. My body was sore from my workout, and I needed some rest. After I fucked him, Dylan became more needy and more aggressive than usual. He had pinned my hands behind my back a few days ago, and my shoulders were still sore.

 I washed up and came out of the shower. When I did, Dylan was sitting in a chair next to my bed. He was wearing his gym gear, and the chest and pits of his t-shirt were dark with sweat. He smiled at me.

 "I went to the gym and they told me you'd just left. I decided to jog over here to see if you were up for a quick fuck."

 "How'd you get in here?" I asked quickly.

 "The door was unlocked. I texted you, but you didn't answer. I figured I'd just come in and find you."

 "Oh." I said.


 "I didn't think you'd mind."

 "No, I don't. Sorry, I'm sore and was just relaxing in the shower."

 "Getting all clean for me?"

 "Getting ready for a nap," I said.

 "Sounds boring," he said, "How about you suck my dick instead? I ran five miles. I bet my balls are good and sweaty."

 "Hmmm . . ." I said. "Actually, I'm exhausted. Later?"

 It was the first time I’d ever turned him down. Even worse, he'd played a hand that was normally unbeatable. Dylan's sweaty body was almost irresistible.

 "It's cool," he said. He walked over to me and took my shoulder. "Lay down, I'll give you a massage."

 As I took my towel off and got on the bed, Dylan got the oil out of the bathroom. It was cold as ice when he drizzled it onto my back. He straddled my ass, pressing his weight into me and stretching out my muscles. I groaned before he even touched me.

 He rubbed my back firmly, pushing his palms into my muscles and working out the stress. He knew my spots, we'd done this before, and he worked the muscles around my shoulders and then down my arms. Soon, he had moved to my lower back and then my ass. Dylan rubbed my firm ass cheeks, pushing them forward and then rubbing them softly. He pulled my cheeks apart a few times, but he never made a move or suggested he was interested in sex. I'm not sure why, but the fact that he wasn't trying to sexualize the massage started to turn me on. He'd wanted a blowjob, even set himself up to make it good for me, and when I said no, he moved on.

 I began to grind my hardening dick into the bed. Dylan must have noticed, because as soon as I began to move, his fingers started to rub my hole softly. It wasn’t explicitly sexual. If I'd been getting a professional massage I would have assumed that it was an accident. Slowly, he worked it into the rhythm, moving his finger across my rosebud every ten seconds or so. I began to groan and lift my ass toward him. I wasn't sure if I was being played, but I didn't care anymore.

 "You want to flip over?" Dylan said softly. Then he ran his tongue up my spine, spotting at the bottom of my neck.

 I turned, and Dylan straddled me again. He didn't touch my cock. He rubbed my chest, running his hands up my sides and then massaging my pecs. He was grinning now, aware that he was teasing me. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.

 "You know, I've got another muscle that could use some attention."

 "Nah, you don't want that," Dylan teased, "You're exhausted."

 "I've gotten over my exhaustion."

 "You know, after that run and this massage, I'm feeling pretty exhausted myself." Dylan rolled off of me and lay down on the bed. I sat there for a minute, trying to decide whether or not to give in.

 I sighed, "So, I guess we're back to me sucking your dick."

 Dylan slipped an arm behind my back and pulled me into him. I rolled onto my side and soon I was straddling him and he was underneath me. It took him twenty minutes, but he managed to get me where he wanted me.

 "Take off your shirt," I whispered.

 He pulled it off and then put his hands behind his head. "You don't have to do it, not if you don't want to. If you want to take a nap, I'll leave you be. Our cocks aren’t going anywhere. It can wait."

 "Fuck," I groaned as I lay down on top of Dylan. His big body was solid, strong, and hot. As my cheek hit his chest, I caught a whiff of his pit. He smelled sexy. A little sweaty, but not gross yet. I leaned back and rolled my head onto one of his biceps. I lay there, and sucked at the skin surrounding his armpit, licking gently as I took in his scent and warmth. I closed my eyes, focusing on Dylan as he started to rub my back with his hand. And then . . .

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 When I woke up, Dylan had pulled a sheet over both of us. He was still fully clothed, but had also fallen asleep. I felt him up without his awareness, running my hand over his firm, hairy stomach and then down to the muscles that framed his groin. I moved my hand down and pushed it into his shorts. I had a hard-on, a product of my nap, and was about ten times hornier than I was when I crashed. When I slipped my hand downward and began to play with his pubes, I couldn't resist going further.

 My favorite time to blow a guy is in the morning. I love the slept in feel and smell of his body. Dylan's crotch was radiating a humid heat, and as I fondled his soft cock, I knew I had to suck it. I reached lower and began to play with his balls. They were hot and damp as well from being pent up between his legs as he slept.

 I moved under the sheets and pushed the waistband of his shorts downward. I took his cock into my mouth and started to suck and tongue it, hoping to get him hard before he woke up. It only took ten seconds before I felt his hand on the back of my head.

 "See, I always know how to get a blowjob out of you."

 I spit his cock out. "Don't pretend like you planned this."

 Dylan pushed his shorts down and kicked them off. "Do my balls, babe. You know you want to."

 I moved lower under the covers and then crawled between his legs. I could smell Dylan's man musk before I reached his nuts. He had a sexy scent, one that I'd come to associate with his masculinity and dominance. Showered Dylan, maybe with a little bit of cologne, was my boyfriend. He was the guy who took me out, showed me off to his friends, and was genuinely caring toward me. Un-showered Dylan, fresh from the gym and pumped up from lifting, was aggressive, dominating, and sometimes a little cruel. Each side of him had his moments, but in truth, it was the combination that I loved in him.

 I licked his nuts, starting at the base of his sack and then rolling each of the egg sized orbs over my tongue. I took one last deep breath and then licked my way up his body. I ignored his dick, which was hard now with precum oozing down the side. I wanted a taste, but wanted to keep him waiting.

 I moved over his firm stomach and moved to his nipples. As I moved up his body, Dylan pushed my head back downward. He'd just woken up, and he was horny. He wanted a blowjob, not a drawn out encounter. While I licked at his nipple, he brought a second hand to my head and tried to move me back to his dick. I resisted. Dylan groaned, but then he relaxed and the tension left his muscles. I bit his nipple hard, and laughed when he winced. I liked to let Dylan take control, but I didn't want it to be easy.

 He grabbed my head again and this time shoved it into his pits. "They're pretty ripe, babe, but I guess this is what you wanted."

 He clamped his arm around my head, and I was surrounded by the strong scent of his body odor. He wasn't lying. Dylan had probably skipped the deodorant before the gym because he knew I would like it. A few hours later, things were getting intense.

 "Lick it up babe. Show me how much you love my body,” he grumbled.

 He didn't give me a chance to do it myself. He ground his body against mine, rubbing my face into the scratchy hair in his pit. Over the course of a minute, my face was covered with a thick slime made of my spit and his sweat. He used his arm to hold me against him, in an envelope of warmth, humidity, and stink until I struggled to breath.

 When he let me out, the cold air rushed against my face. Dylan pulled me by my hair to his face. He kissed me hard.

 "Fuck, you smell good," he said with a smile. "Just like me."

 He rubbed my sweaty head, pulling me into the space under his chin and smelling his own pit stink on my face. "I like it when you get a little faggy for me." He grabbed my mouth and shoved a finger inside before rubbing the side of my head. "My little cocksucker."

 I blushed and felt my face burning.

 “You want to suck my big cock, boy?" Dylan teased, "Take it all the way into that soft throat of yours?"

 I nodded against his neck as he rubbed my head.

 "You gonna let me bend you into whatever shape I want and fuck that ass?"

 I nodded again, but then I bit him on the collarbone. His muscles tensed up and he pulled my hair in response. Then he slapped my ass hard.

 "You used to be so obedient. I think I got soft with you." Dylan said. He licked the back of my ear, "I love you too much to treat you like a whore now. Even though I know you're still a whore."

 I licked his neck and kissed along his jawline. I didn't want to say anything that might ruin the moment. Again his hand was on my head, pushing me downward. His other hand snaked down my back and teased my hole. Suddenly, I wanted him inside of me.

 "Make me feel good, babe." Dylan said softly.

 I licked my way down his chest and stomach, but bypassed his dick. There was no sense in making this easy for him. I licked around the base of his cock, and then went back to his nuts, running my tongue up under his sack.

 Dylan had big nuts. When he came, they pulled up against his body, but otherwise, they were usually swinging between his legs, slapping into my own balls as he fucked me from behind. I took them in my hand and then stretched my mouth to get both of them inside. Once I had them, I sucked and pulled them away from Dylan’s body. He groaned loudly and rubbed my head.

 "Fuck me, you give a good ball job. You like those nuts, boy?"

 "Fuck yeah. I love sucking on your balls, dude." I replied as I continued to lick and suck at the skin. I rolled the big eggs around in my hand, teasing his sensitive skin while I felt him up.

 Dylan closed his legs around my skull, knowing that I would get off on the body contact and the pressure. I licked all around his balls, rolling them over my tongue and burying my nose in his bush as I sucked at them. He continued to rub my head, slowly lulling me into a role that he knew I loved - his own private cocksucker.

 "You better take me out to dinner when we're done." I said.

 "How about you eat my ass instead?" Dylan replied as he lifted his legs.

 My only regret was that I'd already given his balls a thorough tongue bath. There are few things I love more than rimming a guy while I can still smell the sweat on his nuts. Still, I didn't mind having his ball bag pressed against my forehead as I licked his asshole and taint.

 Dylan grabbed the back of my head with both hands and pulled me in. I dug my tongue deep inside of him, forcing his body open. Above, I felt a rhythmic tapping on my head and realized that his cock was bouncing up and down. Dylan was primed and ready to go. I wondered how much longer he could hold out.

 "Think you can last long enough to fuck me?" I asked.

 "If I can't, I'll just drop a load in your mouth and then fuck another one into your ass. Getting my nut twice is double the fun. For me at least.”

 I took that as a challenge. I moved back to his cock and began to suck hard. Dylan chuckled and pulled me off. "You really think you're ready for two loads?"

 "I don't think you have it in you." I said back as I teased the tip of his dick with my tongue.

 "You're going to have to work harder for the first one. I'm not even close."

 "Liar." I said.

 I dove onto his dick and took it all the way down to the base. I felt my throat open and Dylan's cock slide in. While I wasn't an expert at deep throating, I did everything I could to avoid coughing his cock back up. After a few seconds, I let him slide out of my throat. He was rock hard and the head of his dick was pulsing. No matter what he said, he was on the edge.

 I gripped his shaft and dug my tongue in under his foreskin. This was one of the last crevices that I hadn't devoured, and I tasted his tang under the ridge of his glans. I dug in deep and then pulled his foreskin up over the tip. I licked at the loose skin while Dylan leaked precum onto my tongue. Then, for the second time, I dove down onto his dick, taking it all in my throat in one quick movement.

 Dylan's hand was on the back of my head in a flash. He gripped my hair and pulled me off his dick so that only the head was in my mouth. Then his hand flattened out and he pushed me back down. I gave up, relaxed, and took his cock again. Then I felt his fingers tighten and knew what was coming. He pulled me off and then pushed me down again. This time, I gagged badly. When he pulled me back off his dick, he was grinning from ear to ear.

 "If you want to play games, we can play games."

 I rolled off of Dylan onto my back and hung my head over the side. I'd seen it done in porn and figured it was worth a shot. "Give it a go, Dyl." I said.

 "You’re serious? You know I fuck like a stallion."

 "You want my throat or not?" I asked. I was turned on, in a fucking sickly submissive mood, and wanted my man's cock in my body.

 Dylan moved the tip of his dick over my lips and his balls dangled over my eyes. I immediately fell in love with the position. I opened my mouth, and he rested his dick on my lips.

 "You sure you want me to try this?"

 "You're always telling me that I need to loosen up. Quit being a pussy and try to fuck my throat." I snarled.

 Dylan let out a deep rumble and leaned forward. His dick slipped into my mouth and soon his mushroom head was knocking at the back of my throat. I took a breath and he pushed in, slowly going deeper until his balls brushed across my face. Then he slowly pulled back out.

 "Not bad." Dylan said. Before I could respond he pushed back in. This time, he put his hand on my throat and held his dick inside my gob for a few seconds. He pulled back out and pushed back in. Then he pulled out completely. Spit and throat slime dripped on my face.

 "Fuck that's hot, babe. I can see my cock in your throat. Fucking stretching you out."

 I opened up and he pushed in again. "Fuck," he practically yelled before pulling out.

 "You like?"

 "This is awesome, babe."

 "Go faster, I want to see what I can do."

 Dylan tapped my lips twice with the head of his dick, and I opened up. He pushed in, but this time instead of waiting, he pulled a few inches out and pushed back in. He repeated the action a few times, each time going deeper. My throat was sore and my eyes teared up. As long as I stayed relaxed, however, things were working. Dylan repeated the motion one more time and then he pulled out.

 "Babe, if you get good at this, I'm going to chain you to a bench and fuck this throat all day long."

 "Feels good?" I asked as I rubbed my throat.

 "You have no idea."

 This time, without asking, he plunged in again. I choked and coughed, but Dylan pushed forward anyway. Tears poured from my eyes as his nuts came to rest right on top of my nose. He rubbed my throat and then I coughed hard again. Dylan pulled out quickly, and again cock snot and throat slime coated my face.

 Dylan leaned over and licked at my mouth. He pushed his tongue in and made out with me, our heads facing opposite directions. Weirdly, it was one of the most romantic kisses he ever gave me. Always aggressive and in charge when he kissed me, this time I felt completely owned. When he pulled away, he moved his hands to my mouth and played with my lips before pushing his fingers in. He pushed them deep into my throat, gagging me some, but owning my mouth more than he ever had before. When he was done he wiped his fingers off on my chest and straddled my face.

 "Jerk your cock and suck my balls, boy." Dylan groaned. I took both nuts into my mouth and started to suck while I pulled on my dick. Above me, I heard Dylan spanking his own meat.

 "You like my balls in your face?" Dylan asked, "Like my hard thighs against your cheeks while you worship my manhood?"

 I grumbled a little against his skin and then pushed him forward so that I could run my tongue over his asshole. Dylan pulled me forward by the legs so that my head was supported by the bed and then he sat hard on my face. His ass engulfed me, and I licked at whatever I could find.

 Dylan finally moaned loudly and then I felt his cum splattering on my chest and stomach. "Fuck, yes, fuck yes" he repeated. "Get your tongue up in there, babe. Fucking get in there."

 Dylan scooped his cum off my body and then grabbed onto my cock, jerking me off with his own cum. He leaned over and started to lick my dick. The thought that Dylan was sucking his own cum off my cock was too much for me. I exploded in his mouth. His tongue moved across my head, licking up every drop. When I was finished, he moved his mouth over my balls, sucking up what was left, and then he dragged his lips across my body to gather up every last drop.

 Dylan stood up and took a few steps back. I rolled over on the bed. I was covered in sweat and spit, and Dylan had sweat rolling down his chest. His cock was still as hard as it was when he was plunging into my throat.

 Dylan winked at me quickly and then he pulled his cock down from his body. When he let go of it, it slapped against his stomach.

 "You want me to fuck you now or do you think you need a break?"

 I rubbed my throat and admitted it. "I need a little break."

 "Pussy," Dylan laughed.

 I rolled my eyes and began to mentally prepare for round two.

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