Gym Buddies, Part 11

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Gym Buddies, Part 11
C. Charlie - charliesstories@yahoo.com
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I was dressing for dinner when Dylan showed up at my place. I'd invited him out for dinner, and made reservations at a restaurant that neither of us frequented. It was upscale and uptown, but I wanted to do something special. Dylan wore a white shirt with a sharp blue tie and black pants. The shirt was immaculately cut. When I told him he looked amazing, he admitted that he was wearing the suit he'd bought for his sister's wedding.

Sometimes if I've only known a guy in one context, like Dylan, I find it off-putting to see him in a totally new light. Dylan almost always dressed in workout clothes or jeans and a t-shirt. “Dressing up,” to him, meant putting on a button down. Seeing him in a suit, cleaned up and turned out for the first time, I found him incredibly attractive.

I ran my hand over the soft fabric. "You look so sexy in these clothes." He bent in and kissed me. He smelled like aftershave even though he had a slight shadow on his face. His hand wrapped around my back and he cupped my ass. "How about I play the boss and you can play my intern?"

I broke away from him. "Sleazy bastard. Here I am trying to have a nice dinner and all you can think about is sex." I looked him over again and caught a glimpse of his cock thickening along the leg of his tailored pants. "We'll play later." I whispered.

Dylan grabbed me by the back of the neck. "C'mon mystery man. Time to find out what this special dinner is all about."

I'd told Dylan that I wanted to talk, but made reservations at a nice restaurant so that he wouldn't worry that I was breaking up with him. I wanted to surprise him.

Dylan drove. I can't remember how we settled into that routine, but we had. We always took his truck, and he always drove me. When we pulled up to the restaurant, he leaned over and kissed me.

"This is, like, our first real night out."

"We've gone on dates." I said.

"Yeah, but I feel like you're trying to impress me tonight. It makes me feel sexy."

Dylan blushed just a little, embarrassed about his confession. How could this man, whom I worshiped on my knees at least a few nights a week, a man whom I would do almost everything for, not know how hot I found him.

"You 're always sexy." I said softly, smiling at him.

"Not hot like that," he said, "Like, I don't know, it makes me feel like you're really into me. I mean for more than just the sex stuff."

"It's been about more than sex for a long time." I said, "But for what its worth I get that same feeling when you're on top of me. Like, how could this guy like me enough to take me like this."

"You're the hottest lay I've ever had," he said, "But I'm glad we're not just about what we do in the bedroom. Honestly, when you asked me out, I thought maybe this was it."

"I figured if we went somewhere nice you wouldn't think that."

"I guess I've just been nervous about us lately." He stared right into my eyes. "I've been trying to find a way to tell you that I want to get more serious."

I left the comment hang in the air. Dylan opened his door and made to open mine. I like chivalry, but I wasn't going to let a man open my door. As I jumped down to the ground, Dylan stood beside me. He seemed bigger in the tight shirt; it emphasized his form more than his normal clothes did.

Dylan wrapped his arm around my shoulder and we made our way into the restaurant. Even though we lived in a friendly part of town, I liked that Dylan was never ashamed to be seen as a couple when we were in public. In my experience guys who appear as straight as he did are often a little closeted around others, but Dylan was absolutely unashamed of being gay. It made him sexier and made me feel more and more like he was the man for me.

We ordered our food and talked. Slowly, I brought the conversation around to where I wanted it to go.

"Listen, I've been thinking a lot about a few weeks ago when I came home and you were in my house."

Dylan froze up, "I said I was sorry. I get it, I crossed a boundary. I won't do it again." Then he smiled, "Plus, I think I made it up to you, if I remember right."

I lowered my voice. "You can't buy your way out of every disagreement by finding me a teenager to fuck."

"That boy was smoking hot." Dylan shot back.

"Ok. You bought yourself out of that one." I paused, "What I've been thinking about is that, like, that was a boundary that needed to be crossed."

Dylan waited patiently. He knew that this was going somewhere and didn't want to jump in and hijack the conversation. I took a deep breath.

"I think you should move in with me or maybe we could get a place together. Until then, I want you to have a key." I took a key to my house out of my pocket and passed it over to him.

"Whoa." Dylan said. He took a deep breath. "So, I guess you want to get more serious too." He breathed out again and laughed nervously, "Seriously, I've been thinking all day that you're going to break up with me. Fuck."

He put his hand to his chest and calmed down. Then he pulled the key across the table and slowly added it to his key ring. He got up, walked to me and knelt down. He kissed me hard and said, "I'll bring my stuff over tomorrow."

Folks were looking at us after our kiss. It had been a little over the top, probably inappropriate for a restaurant. He stood, smoothed out the front of his pants, and sat back down.

"You think Jordan will care?"

"Jordan will be all right. I can cover my rent until he finds a new roommate. I'll get him a nice gay boy to play with. It won't be hard."

The waiter came by and asked if we wanted desert. Dylan smiled, and I knew that he was in the mood for a treat, but not something sweet. We paid the check and started to walk back to the car.

When we got to the parking garage, Dylan started to rub the back of my neck and move down my back. It was his signature move, a subtle way of taking control of my body. At any moment, he could close his fingers on my neck and put my head wherever he wanted it. When we approached the truck, he looked around and then walked past the door and toward the wall. He pushed me back against the concrete and kissed me hard.

"Dyl," I said softly, "Not here."

"You know better than to turn on my engine and expect to get away from me without putting out." He growled softly and bit down on my neck. He kept sucking and licking, and I knew he was going to give me a hickey. It was always a little embarrassing to go into work on Monday like that, but most people were accustomed to the sexual marks that Dylan left on my neckline. He liked marking me up so that others would know I was his.

He broke away from my neck and kissed my chest. His fingers were toying with my belt and then my fly. He pulled my cock out and stroked it with his fingers. I was at full mast in a few moments, and Dylan squatted down.

His mouth locked onto my dick and he started to bob up and down while wrapping a few fingers around the base. He sucked me hard, almost urgently, and his hands grabbed at my ass. I alternated between being absolutely lost in the kinkiness of the moment and worried about getting caught. Dylan on the other hand, was doing everything he could to get me off.

I dug my fingers into the back of his head and pushed him down. It was something that Dylan only tolerated in about one in a dozen blowjobs, but tonight I didn't catch any resistance. If I'd wanted to, I could have taken him home and fucked him, but I didn't want that. He kept up his suction while playing with the tip of my dick with his tongue. I ran my fingers through his hair as I got closer and closer to getting my nut.

"Dyl, babe, I'm gonna cum." I groaned, looking around one last time before I gave in to my pleasure. We'd heard a few car doors slam, but no one had driven by.

Dylan spit my cock out and started to jerk it right above my face. "Cum on my face, babe." He said loudly, "I got all dressed up just so you could ravish me."

I looked down at him. His hair had been cut and styled, and even though he had a shadow on his face, the lines were clean and sculpted. I looked into his eyes, down at the dress shirt and tie around his neck, and did something I never imagined Dylan would allow me to do.

I busted my nut and my load came out in long thick ropes, plastering his face and covering him from forehead to chin. He looked insanely sexy with my cum on his face. I stared at him for a moment, my cock still bouncing above him, then got down on my knees in front of his truck and kissed him.

I ran my tongue up his cheek and under his eyes, licking up my own load, and then kissed him again, his tongue invaded my mouth and sucked the cum from behind my teeth. I went in for more and then Dylan ate the rest. When we were finished, his face was covered with a thin coat of spit and cum, and I was completely sated. When he stood, the front of his slacks were tented. I reached for his bulge, but he grabbed my wrist.

"We need to go home." he said gently but firmly. As I turned toward the passenger side of the truck, he slapped my ass hard. I knew instantly that I was going to pay for blowing that load on his face. Dylan would need to reassert his masculinity.

When we got to my house, Dylan walked up the path, pulled his key out, and opened the door. He stood to the side with a big smile and motioned me in. As soon as the door was closed, Dylan was on top of me. His arms wrapped around my body and slid down my back. By the time we started kissing, he had one hand down my pants and was toying with my hole.

"Want a drink first?"

He raised an eyebrow, "Seriously?"

"I don't want to rush things."

His finger slipped into my body. "We could always do it twice."

Giving in, he led me to the living room and then went to get us both a drink. When he walked back in, he set the glasses on the table and leaned into me, kissing me again. He toyed with the buttons on my shirt while at the same time moving my hand to his crotch. I rubbed his bulge and then pulled away.

"We should do this more often."

"We do this all the time. That's part of why we work."

"I mean dress up and go out." I looked him over, "Fuck you look sexy."

Dylan took a pull from his whiskey. "You want to take off my tie?"

I stood him up and took him over to a chair in the corner of the room and turned down the lights. I got on my knees, reached up, and loosened his tie and then unbuttoned the top button. A tuft of chest hair popped through. Then I undid his belt.

Dylan leaned back and took another drink. He smiled at me and then rubbed the back of my head. His legs parted slightly. I knew what he wanted.

I opened his fly and he was wearing a jock underneath, not a workout jock, but something trendy and expensive. It was bright blue with a dark black strap. I couldn't help but notice that it matched his tie.

I looked at him quizzically, and he pulled my head into his bulge, "I figured that the tie would probably be on when my clothes came off. I didn't want to clash." His body rumbled as he laughed, "I guess that proves to you I'm not going to run off with some chick."

He was still holding my head against his bulge. I took a deep breath, savoring the clean, sexy, musky smell of his dick and then started to tongue the length of his hard cock. A huge wet spot had spread out around his cock-head. Poor Dylan had been boned up for over an hour now, and he hadn't gotten any relief.

I sucked around the tip of his cock, licking up the sweat taste of his dick drool. Dylan's shaft was thickening quickly, pushing out against the fabric. The guy could pull amazing boners, and today, after an hour of waiting, I knew he'd be rock solid when he finally plowed my asshole.

"Look at me when you lick it." Dylan said.

I stared up at him and into his eyes as he rubbed the side of my head. I ran my tongue over the vertical length of his dick and pressed my nose against his hardness. He fiddled with my ears and then slipped his nuts out of his shorts.

I started to lick his balls, never breaking eye contact. Dylan grinned at me, "Fuck, I never thought I'd find a boyfriend and a bitch in one guy."

I pulled his nuts into my mouth and sucked them away from his body. His cock throbbed and his head fell back.

"There you go, boy." he said softly. Then he pulled open another button of his shirt. I reached my hands up to his chest, but he pushed them back down to his thighs. "You want another button? Show me that sexy ass."

I slipped off my pants, but left my briefs on, knowing that they framed my cheeks perfectly. They were a darker shade of blue, but also had a black waistband. Dylan and I were thinking alike more often than not now.

"Play with it," Dylan said.

I leaned into his body to support myself and then reached behind myself, pushed down my briefs, and toyed with my hole, spreading it open for Dylan to see.

"Nice." Dylan said. His hand slid down my back and soon he was pushing open my hole while my face ground against his fabric covered dick and bare balls.

When Dylan leaned back, he opened another button. Most of his chest was visible now, but the tie kept the shirt closed at the top. Dylan shuffled and lifted his legs. He wanted me to eat his ass, but when I tried to take his pants off, he grabbed my hand. Rather than fight, I crawled under his legs and started to worship his taint and asshole. Finally pushed me away and took his pants and jock off.

His big cock stood full mast and his balls hung loose, but he sat and lifted his legs again, opening up his trench for me.

I dug my tongue in while Dylan moaned and told me to eat his hairy asshole. Then he pulled me out by the hair and slapped his dick against his face.

"I hope you didn't think that giving me a key would make me mellow out."

I licked the tip of his dick, "It better not."

"Oh, it won't," he said again and laughed with a rumble. He pushed his dick into my mouth and said, "All the way down, babe." Before he shoved into my throat.

I choked initially but recovered quickly. The second time, I took it all in. Dylan rubbed the back of my head, and then pulled me off. He bent down quickly and kissed me. "You're hot when your face is covered with spit." I smiled, and then he spit on me. He rubbed my spit covered face against his nuts, hairy thighs, and taint, literally humping my skull.

When he released me, he was undoing his tie. I was a little sad to see it go, but then he wrapped it around my neck and pulled me back onto his dick. This time, when he bottomed out in my gullet, he used the silk tie to hold me against his pubes. I nearly came in my pants right then.

I bobbed up and down on his cock while he rubbed my face. He'd gone silent, and was sipping his drink with his eyes closed. The only feedback I got as he got close to cumming, he pushed me down to his nuts. He let his cock calm down for a few minutes before he moved me back to his dick.

Suddenly, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and slapped me with it a few times.

"Tell me what you want." he said softly.

"I want your dick," I said back.

"Louder," Dylan growled.

"Fucking feed me your dick." I said, Then I lifted my ass, "Either way, I want it now."

Dylan patted his lap and I crawled up on top of him. I sat down and we started to make out. While we kissed, Dylan toyed with my hole, this time more aggressively. His thick fingers threatened to push in and then, finally, he shoved his middle finger inside of me.

I gasped and Dylan immediately shoved his tongue into my mouth. I sucked on his tongue as his free hand came up behind my head. His finger kept pushing into me and my dick oozed against his furry stomach.

"I love the way you hold me." I whispered into his ear.

"I love holding you." he said back, "You make me feel like a man. Big, strong, sexual. Turns me on."

His dick throbbed underneath me. "I want you to fuck me hard tonight."

His finger jammed up into me, "Is that what you want, babe. You want to be my slutty bottom boy in bed."

As he asked this, he brought his thick arm up around my body. He pulled me against his chest, using his muscles to squeeze me. He knew that this brought out my submissive side, and it was working. I ground my ass back against his thick cock, urging him to shove it into me.

Dylan pulled me into him tight and then lifted me up out of the chair. I wrapped my legs and arms around him as he put his hands under my ass. Characteristically, one hand managed to find my hole.

I heard him strain under my weight, but he didn't lose balance as he carried me back to the bedroom. Dylan dropped me on the bed.

"Turn over." He said as he started to force me into doggy style position, "And get that fine ass up in the air."

I pushed my ass up and felt his hands pull my cheeks apart. Even after all of this time with Dylan, it felt strange to be in this position. When he was fucking me missionary, it didn't matter, but when he was toying with my hole and telling me he was going to own my ass . . . it got me every time. He never got boring.

Dylan bent over and licked my asshole, then he moaned, "This hole is all mine. Now that I live here, I'm going to own this ass. I'm going to take it whenever I want. I'm going to fuck you until my dick is raw; keep you up all night."

"It's yours Dyl. It always has been. I'm yours. Totally and completely."

His tongue snaked into my asshole, opening me up, eating me out, and giving me pleasure. Dylan's big hands were on my ass cheeks rubbing the flesh and moving up and down my flanks. As he took control, he didn't forget about my pleasure, at the same time, he didn't forget that a lot of  my pleasure came from giving him whatever he wanted.

 Dylan grabbed my cock and pulled it backward, sucking it into his mouth. He sucked me for a minute then let it fall out and went to work on my balls. Finally he growled, "Tell me you want it. Tell me."

"Please fuck me, Dyl." I groaned, "I want your big fucking body on top of me, I want to feel every inch of your dick inside me. Stretch me out and fill me up, stud."

Dylan grabbed the back of my head and started to make out with me. His chest pressed into my back and his cock was pulsing against my ass crack. He lifted his hips, guided his dick to my waiting hole, and then pressed into me, bringing all of his weight down on top of me. I groaned as he bottomed out inside of my ass. He thrust his hips forward a few times and bit the back of my neck.

"I don't know if I should fuck you or make love to you" Dylan whispered.

"Both" I groaned as he stabbed me with his massive dick again.

Slowly he moved in and out of me, his shaft pulling back four or five inches than slipping back in, pushing my guts open and rubbing against my spot. My cock was leaking and I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts, wanting more of his dick, faster, and harder.

Dylan picked up on it. "You want it, don't you. Look at you fucking yourself on my dick." He grabbed my hips and lifted me up onto my hands and knees. "And to think you used to fuck guys." He got next to my ear and whispered, “It took a man like me to finally put you on your back.”

He put his hand on my back and pushed my chest into the bed. He slammed into me, grabbing onto my hips and pulling me backward, impaling me on his cock. Each thrust was long and hard, the whole length of his dick pulling out and then invading my ass in one hard thrust forward. Each time his pelvis touched my ass, his balls swung forward and slammed into mine. My dick was rock hard against my stomach as he gave me a grade A dick down.

Dylan was panting, exhausting himself with his fucking. He crawled off of me and walked to get a drink of water. As he came back in the room, his dick bounced in front of him, still hard and thick. He wanked it a few times.

"On your back, baby." He commanded. I lifted up my legs, realizing only at the last minute what a slut I was. I didn't even make him take me anymore. I just complied, all the time.

Dylan grabbed onto my legs, lifted me up, and pushed back into me. This time he fucked me long and slow. One hand grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me toward him to kiss. I wrapped my arms around his back and our bodies rocked together as we made out.

"You want my nut, baby?" 

I nodded.

"How close are you?"

"I'm there." I said back. There was a sticky mess of precum between our bodies because my dick was leaking like a faucet.

Dylan picked up the pace. His hands rubbed my back as he plunged into me. Then he grabbed onto my cock. "Ready babe? Ready?"

"Fuck yes." I groaned. Then my orgasm shook my body and my load splashed across my chest and his. Simultaneously, I felt his cock swell inside me as he filled me up with his nut. Dylan kept humping me. He was already balls deep, and it felt like he was trying to crawl into my body. My ass felt wet as his cum leaked out around his cock.

Dylan wrapped his arms around me as he turned onto his back. I sat on his torso, his cock still inside me, still hard. He reached up and tweaked one of my nipples.

"So, can we start tonight?"

"Start what?"

"Living together."

"Lets start tonight." I said as I ran a hand through his chest hair. "We'll go get your things tomorrow."

"We're going to have a good life together, babe." Dylan whispered. He pulled me down against his chest. "Fucking each other, loving each other. I promise I'm going to be there for you. Always.” He kissed me long and deep and then said, “I'm glad I found you."

I kissed him again.

"I'm glad you found me too."

The End