Just Another Day at the Gym...
This is the first story I have written in years, and its probably only my third ever. Just had some extra time and an idea. Burned through this in a couple days and basically made it up as I went. There are sure to be numerous typos, I'm sorry for that. I welcome all comments and critiques, but I don't write very much, so don't be too mean, Haha!
This story is about a chance encounter that leads to some naughty fun. Super simple. Enjoy!
I'll try to describe him to you as best as I can, although you'd have to see him for yourself to truly understand.
I was at the gym just finishing my workout when he walked in. He seemed to be about average height, kind of stocky but extremely muscular. Not like body builder muscular, more of a 'I spend a couple hours every day in the gym' muscular. He had an intricate island-style tribal covering his entire right shoulder and most of his upper arm, and his head was completely shaven. He was wearing a black beater and black gym shorts, and those funny toe-shoes that made it look like you were barefoot.
I can't really say what ethnicity he might have been, though. He looked mostly white, but with a skin tone and tan that made him look at least part Hawaiian.
The image that any other time might have seemed menacing was completely ruined by his friendly smile and cute little glasses that turned his tough-guy look a shade or two more towards adorable.
I decided that I could workout a bit longer just to enjoy the view.
I always like going into new gyms. No one really knows you so you can workout without many interruptions. Not that I mind meeting new people, as I had stopped to chat up the cute receptionist before starting my workout. I always get a better workout, push myself harder, when there are other people watching. Especially cute girls.
I put my wrist straps and back brace on, turned up my workout music, and started my routine for back muscles. Worked my dead-lift up to a new personal best, getting one good rep of 435lbs before moving on to my next workout.
With the metal music flowing and the mental high of a new max dead-lift to fuel me, it was going to be a brutal day at the gym.
I had to stop myself from staring several times, worried that he might catch me ogling him. Though I don't think he would have noticed anyway, as he seemed completely focused on exhausting every muscle in his back. He had only been here about 20 minutes and already he has pouring sweat. The layer of it glistened in the light and accented every rippling muscle in his back and shoulders.
Thats one thing i loved about humans. There wasn't a layer of fur covering them, so you could see every muscle, tendon and vein in their body. As long as they weren't fat, anyway.
On top of how fucking delicious he looked, the amount of weight he was lifting was much more than I would have expected out of someone his size.
I inadvertently started imagining the things he could do in the bedroom, with his strength paired with my 5'4", 100lb frame.
I managed to shake myself out of my naughty daydream, only to realize that I had been staring at him again, and he was looking right back at me.
Lets see.. dead-lift, check. Low rows, check. Shoulder press, lat pulldowns, and shrugs, check. While I figured out what to do next, I drank some of my water took a moment to look around.
I immediately noticed the little white anthro on the elliptical was staring at me. Not a casual glance, but staring.
He seemed to finally notice that I was looking back at him, because his eyes went a little wide. I raised my eyebrows slightly, as if to say, "is everything ok? haha". His cheeks flushed slightly and he looked straight down. I laughed inwardly a bit at that, and continued my workout.
I had been looked at and hit on by guys before, and it didn't really bother me. In fact, it gave me the same little boost of confidence that I got when a girl did it. What does it matter? A compliment is a compliment.
That and maybe it doesn't bother me because I actually enjoy being hit on by guys. I don't know. My sexual preferences have always been a grey and confusing area.
I'd only ever dated girls, and couldn't possibly picture myself dating a guy. Just didn't feel right. Sexually, however, my boundaries were much different. To the point where I had actually pleasured myself to gay pornography. At first i had been bothered by it, being turned on at the idea of doing a guy. But then I thought, "who cares? Its not like I'm going to go around telling people about it."
As all this was going through my head as I took another moment to glance over at the little anthro on the elliptical.
He looked like he could have been a dalmatian, but he didn't have any spots, so I wasn't sure. He couldn't have been over a hundred pounds, and was probably about five or six inches shorter than me. His fur was cut extra short, so you could see how slender and tone his body was. And of course, he was wearing tight spandex shorts that showcased a small, but very shapely ass. This little white anthro actually had a lot of the physical attributes that I would look for in a female. That being said, and given my previously mentioned sexual fantasies, I'd probably wreck that little dalmatian in a heartbeat.
Damnit. I knew I shouldn't have stared, but I couldn't help it. He caught me, and to make things worse, it seemed that he knew exactly why I was staring at him. I felt like just leaving right then and there, but if it wasn't obvious before, it definitely would be if I took off. Nothing to do now but play it cool and endure my shame.
I finally looked back up, knowing now I really had nothing to lose by watching him, since I'd already been caught.
He was doing pull-ups, with his back to me, the slick muscles of his back and shoulders rippling under his skin. He made it look effortless, pulling his body up into the air a good 30 times before dropping back to the floor.
After removing his earbuds and workout gloves, he threw them in a small duffel bag and headed for the door. The path to which happened to bring him right past my elliptical. I felt a sudden urge to close my eyes and hold my breath, and let him pass by without any further awkwardness. I didn't though, and as he passed he looked over at me, gave me a small smile, and winked. WINKED! He was across the gym floor and out the door before I realized my mouth was hanging open.
HAHAHAHAHA! The look on his face was priceless. I giggled to myself quietly as I descended the stairs to the main floor of the community center and walked to the locker room. I'm not usually that forward, in fact I am usually very shy, but I couldn't resist throwing the tight little anthro a wink on the way out just for the hell of it. I kind of felt bad for exploiting his awkwardness for a little humor, but it was harmless fun.
I pulled open the heavy door to the locker room and only then realized how good of a workout I had given my back. It was sore as hell. Some cool water from the shower ought to do the trick. I stripped off my sweaty shirt and shorts, and braced myself for the cold water. It was terrible as first, but after a few seconds the soreness in my back started to ease away. After a few minutes I turned up the heat and let the hot water relax my muscles.
I didn't know what to think anymore. I had initially though I'd been caught staring at a built straight guy and was terribly embarrassed. Then he had smiled and winked at me. Was he making fun of me? Did he actually like the attention of another guy? Does he like guys or girls? I don't know. I had seen him flirting with the receptionist, so I'm certain he likes girls. Does he like guys too?
The possibilities swirled around in my head as I made my way to the locker room. Typically I just shower at home, but I had been on the elliptical an extra hour, so I was much more sweaty than usual. Plus I had been rocking an erection for most of the last hour, so maybe some quick relief would clear my head.
So with the intention of showering off and rubbing one out, I walked into the shower room and there he was. He was standing with his back to me and propped up against the wall with one muscly arm. The water cascaded down the muscles of his back and continued down over his rear and thick legs. He must have washed already and was just enjoying the hot water, because the manly smell of his body wash filled my nose.
Well if i didn't have an erection before, I sure did now. And of course, before I could think to duck out before he noticed me, he turned slightly and saw me. Completely naked and my hard on, in all its glory, frozen in front of him. I could feel his eyes taking in every bit of me in that moment, and as his eyes passed over my painfully hard erection, he immediately looked away and flushed slightly. Interesting.
"Come on in, the waters great," he said, his friendly tone betraying no details as to what he was thinking. All well, no going back now.
I quickly walked over to the shower head to his right, leaving one unused between us, and began to shower off, not really knowing what else to do or what to say. My hard on was still there, but masturbating, needless to say, was out of the question.
Well this situation sure got interesting fast. Catching the same tight little anthro staring at me again, except this time standing naked in the doorway to the shower, with a full on erection. When I first noticed his arousal I got a little embarrassed and looked away, which I suppose most people would do.
I made some generic comment about the water and tried to play it off, but at this point I was in uncharted territory, and had no idea what to say. I immediately thought back to the wink, and regretted it terribly. This was all my fault to begin with, my ego having gotten the better of me. The awkward silence was deafening.
"I'm sorry," I said, "for uh.. you know.. winking at you earlier. I just thought it would be funny after I noticed you looking at me." The little dalmatian (he had only a few spots, which I could see now that he was unclothed) turned to look at me, again eyes roaming, though probably unintentionally, before quickly turning away again.
"It's OK," he said, "although it was a bit confusing.."
"I didn't mean to be confusing, I know its rude to mislead people like that. I just.. well in hindsight it was probably a bad idea," I told him.
"So you're not..?"
"NO, no. I uh.. no. I'm not. I guess." I guess?! What the fuck am I saying?
"You guess?.." he asked curiously.
"Its complicated.." I said.
"So what you're saying is that you're straight, but... Curious?" He was no longer looking away, or checking me out. He was looking me right in my eyes. At least he seemed to be finding it easier to talk, although the topic made me a little uneasy.
"I'd say that is a fair assessment," I admitted. He looked away again and the silence resumed for a few long moments.
"You know, this is kind of an awkward conversation to be having with a stranger in the shower, naked," I said, trying to lighten the mood. We both laughed a bit and I could feel the tension ebbing away.
"Well then my name is Greg," the little anthro told me.
"Ryan," I said as we exchanged a firm handshake.
I couldn't believe I was actually having a conversation with the man who had caught me staring, and then saw my erection. I felt much less embarrassed now, as he was very friendly and easy to talk to. I had finally gotten the answers I was looking for earlier when he had winked at me, and along with them, a bit of hope.
This super hot, super ripped, super nice guy was bi-curious, and I'll be damned if I don't at least TRY to hookup with him.
"Well Ryan," I said after we shook hands, his firm grip making me melt a little bit on the inside, "I'll return your honesty by saying that I was pretty much done working out by the time you got here, and I only stayed to watch you lift. You're just ridiculously good looking and I couldn't help it. Then you caught me staring." He laughed a little at that, then shifted his eyes around like a nervous schoolboy.
"Well If I would't have caught you, you probably would have caught me," he said with a little smirk. That caught me by surprise, as I hadn't seen him look at me at all other than when he caught me staring.
"What do you mean? I was watching you almost the whole time and you didn't even seem to notice I was there," I said. Had he really looked at me?
"Oh no I checked you out, I'm just more sneaky about it than you are," he said with an even bigger smile, "I couldn't have kept my eyes off those little spandex shorts if I was blind." He turned a little red and looked away again after he said this and I couldn't help but blush a little as well. So he at least finds me attractive. I making good progress here, time push a little more.
"Well then, Mr. Ryan," I said playfully, "How about now that the shorts are gone? Still like what you see?" I turned as I said this and wiggled my butt at him, careful not to expose too much and spook him. I looked over my shoulder to see him looking directly at my ass, mouth slightly open.
"Its.. its uh.. much better without them, I guess," he said unsteadily, his face turning even more red. As he was facing me I took the opportunity to check out what kind of equipment he had to work with, and I was not disappointed. Apparently looking at my bare ass must have aroused him, because by the time I looked, he was almost completely erect. There staring back at me was a solid 7 inch, thick, veiny, and completely shaven cock. It was just as delicious looking as the rest of him, and the perfect size. Big enough to hit all the right spots, but small enough to where it wouldn't hurt someone of my stature. I wanted it.
"Wow, it seems you're enjoying the view as much as I am," I said as I turned back towards him. He gave a little start as he noticed his hard on and turned away to hide it. A shy one eh? This was going to be fun.
I looked down after Gregory turned around and realized I was sporting a sizable erection. That is embarrassing. I turned away from him and tried to clear my head, hoping it would go away. I could't get my mind away from it though, the image of the little anthro's tight ass swaying back and forth. I imagined what it would be like, sliding slowly inside, and then out... and then back in again. Would it feel different than with a girl? Again I was in uncharted territory, and things seemed to be escalating rather quickly.
"Aw don't be shy," Greg teased, "you know I can take care of that for you.." My heart rate about doubled when he said that. The nervousness, anxiety, and excitement of the moment had completely overwhelmed me. I slowly did as I was told and turned around.
"There you go Ryan, just relax," he said soothingly as he slowly made his way from his shower head to mine, a hungry look in his eyes that both unnerved and excited me. This was actually going to happen.
"Can I touch you?" he asked, as if at this point physical contact wasn't inevitable. I nodded and he planted his hands on my chest, pushing me gently up against the wall. The feeling of his hands sent another chill through my spine, my first time ever being touched intimately by another male. He seemed just as surprised, suddenly looking up from my waiting erection and focusing instead on my firm pecks and abs. He slowly rubbed his hands all over the front of me, caressing every muscle and exhaling shakily with every breath. His exploration continued up to my shoulders and then down my arms before settling back where he started with his hands on my chest.
I inhaled sharply as he leaned forward and licked across one of my nipples, continuing across to the other, and then working his way downward, licking and kissing every ab as he went. The feeling of his canine tongue is beyond words, much larger than a human tongue and with a different texture. It felt amazing nonetheless.
By the time he finally reached his destination my hands might have been shaking and my heart was thumping in my ears. I was leaking a good amount of pre at this point, and when he gave a quick lap to my tip to taste it, I gasped involuntarily. He looked up at me and smiled.
"Mmm.. Your cum tastes good. I think I want more." I was losing my mind at this point. I had never done anything with a man, had never done anything with an anthro, and the girls I had been with had never talked to me in such a way during intimacy. My cock was hard as a rock, and probably bigger than it had ever been before. I don't believe I had ever been this aroused.
I was still digesting his words when he plunged his mouth down onto my cock, taking the entire length all the way down to the base in one fell swoop. I saw spots in my vision for a moment, and when my head cleared, I looked down to see that he still had the entire length in his mouth. He was looking right at me, eyes locked with mine, as he slowly but firmly swirled his tongue around my almost painfully hard erection. He began to pull away slowly, and when only my tip was still between his lips he descended to the base once more, never breaking eye contact. Despite it being my cock that was getting sucked, he still seemed to be enjoying it as much as I was, bobbing up and down and staring into my eyes the whole time.
My breathing changed and I could feel my climax approaching. He noticed as well and his pace quickened. My legs tensed up and i reached up to grab the shower head for support, inadvertantly aiming the stream of water so it was coming down on his head. He still never broke eye contact. Instead he took his mouth off and held his head back, letting it fill up with hot water, before engulfing my cock once more. I wasn't prepared for it at all. The feeling of the hot water in his muzzle along with all the other stimulation, pushed me over the edge. I grunted through clenched teeth and began to cum. Hard. He was prepared, never stopping, gagging, or taking his eyes off mine. Just swallowed every thick spurt of cum I shot down his throat. It seemed to go on for minutes, and when it finally stopped, he pulled off gently and began to lap the remainder of my seed off of my deflating erection, cleaning me thoroughly.
I was still holding onto the shower head and catching my breath when he stood up and smiled at me.
"I don't know if its how clean your diet is or what but your cum tastes amazing," he said, still licking his lips, "was that as fun for you as it was for me?"
"Oh my god," I said, still trying to regain normal breathing, "that is hands down the best thing I have ever felt."
"Haha, you ain't seen nothing yet," he teased, indicating he had much more planned. I was in no position to decline, I was sold. Whatever this sexy little pup wanted from me I would give, no questions asked.
"What did you have in-" the sound of the locker room opening cut me off. Greg quickly moved back over to his original shower head and shut off the water.
"Meet me out front when you're done getting dressed," he said quietly, and left the shower room.
I stood there under the hot water for a few more minutes, digesting what had just happened, and basking in the latent affects of my huge orgasm. I just got head in the locker room of the gym from a sexy little dalmatian anthro. I was wondering what else he had planned when the image of his petite little rear wiggling back and forth popped back into my head. I turned the water off and went to get dressed before I got another erection.
Holy shit. Talk about hook, line, and sinker. I just gave probably the greatest blowjob I've ever given, and was quite proud of myself. Although I have to give credit to my inspiration. I almost came all over the bottom of the shower just from touching him. It was as if his body were actually just a thin layer of skin over some bricks. I couldn't wait to see what he did when he was the one in control.
I got into my smartcar and pulled it around into the circle drive to wait for him. When he walked out and saw what I was driving he burst out laughing.
"What did you expect? An F-150 that I'd need a ladder to get into?" I said sarcastically.
"No no, it makes sense since you're so petite, I just can't help but giggle a bit every time I see one," he said as he leaned on the passenger side door.
"Well you can follow me to my place, its not far from here," I said, wondering what kind of car he drove if he found my smart so hilarious. He laughed again and shook his head.
"The place I'm staying is pretty close by as well, so I actually jogged here. I may have to ride in the clown car with you," he teased with a grin. I laughed and imagined how much smaller my car would look with him inside.
"Well then hop on in, if you can fit, haha," I said. He got in with no problems. Like I said earlier he wasn't body builder huge, although he did have to sit with his gym bag in his lap. I started the short drive to my apartment a few blocks away.
"So why haven't I seen you at the gym here before? I come here almost every day and I've never seen you," I asked him, wondering where this gorgeous stranger had come from.
"I'm actually here for the fall semester, trying to finish up my bachelors," he said, "The community college here has all the classes I still need, and its cheaper than the university."
"Oh really? Whats your major?" I asked, hoping I might have a couple classes with him.
"Meh.. Business. Its mainstream I know, but I'd like to open my own gym," he said, eyes looking to the future, imagining his dream.
"Theres nothing wrong with a business degree, especially since I'm sure you already know all the other parts of running a gym, haha," I joked, although I'm sure it was true, "So did you take some time off from school? How old are you anyway?"
"I'm 24, and yea I took a couple years off to get some college money. Did the military thing for a few years and now they are paying for the rest of my school," he told me.
"Whoa thats cool," I said, honestly fascinated, "You've probably been all over the place then huh? I'm only 19, starting my junior year this fall."
"Not really," He said, "Basically spent my whole enlistment at one base in Missouri. That and various places in Afghanistan, haha. Only 19 huh? I feel like a creeper now."
"Haha, I was the one who came on to you remember? Well, so to speak," I said and we both laughed. I really enjoyed talking to Ryan, I could see us becoming good friends. Hopefully with lots of benefits.
"So you said you where a junior, what do you want to be when you grow up?" he asked/teased, earning a playful slap on the arm. It felt like slapping the branch of a tree.
"Very funny," I said, "My major is Journalism, but I haven't decided what kind of journalism I really want to pursue."
"Journalism, very nice, maybe you can-" he stopped in the middle of his sentence when I pulled into the parking lot of my apartments.
"You've got to be shitting me," he said, "you live here?"
"Um. Yes. My scholarships don't exactly cover room and board," I sad, a little hurt that he would react so negatively over my housing arrangements.
"No no no, thats not what I meant," he said, "I'm staying in this same complex. I just moved in a couple days ago." I felt a sudden rush of relief that he wasn't disgusted at where I lived, and an even bigger rush of excitement that he lived in the same place as me! Oh the possibilities.
"Really? Thats awesome! Because I really didn't want to give you a ride home later, haha," I joked.
"Hmm. Small world I guess, haha. Hey let me drop off my gym stuff at my place and then I'll swing by, yea?" he asked, sounding kind of excited by the idea that he could easily walk from his apartment to mine.
"Yea ok," I said, smiling, "I'm in 107." He smiled right back.
"Well then you can walk me there, because I'm in 105," he said cheerfully. Only two doors away?! How in the world did I keep getting this lucky?
"Haha! thats awesome! Sure, I can do that," I said, wondering what his apartment would look like. Would it be super messy, or was he a clean freak? Would there be scantily clad women posted all over the walls? Would he even have anything unpacked? All the questions would be answered shortly, as they crossed the parking lot and approached his front door. He pulled his key out of his gym back and unlocked the door, holding it open so I could go through first. What a gentleman. I was surprised by what I saw when I walked through the door.
It didn't look like he had just moved in, it looked like he had been here for weeks. Everything was very neat and clean. Pictures of family hung on the walls, there was nice furniture, no dirty dishes in the sink, and the apartment even smelled good. I should have known that someone who worked so hard to keep such a nice body probably wouldn't live in a pig sty, and I was rather impressed by his sense of style. This place had good a good vibe. Ryan threw his duffel in a closet by the front door and walked into the kitchen.
"Want a beer?" he asked, opening the fridge. I just raised my eyebrows at him.
"What? I always have brew after a good workout," he said, still not getting the point.
"Dude, I'm only 19, remember?" I told him, shaking my head. A beer did sound pretty good though.
"Still doesn't answer my question," he said, raising his eyebrows back at me. I laughed. Well at least he wasn't super uptight about underage drinking.
"Sure then, I'll have one," I said. Taking the bottle he offered. When I couldn't get the cap off he gave a start and took the bottle back from me.
"Oops, forgot these aren't twist-off," he said, lining up the edge of the cap with the edge of the countertop. He then firmly struck the top of the bottle with the heel of his palm, causing the cap to pop off and shoot up in the air. He snagged the cap out of midair and handed me the bottle. I think I got a little hard.
"What the hell was that?! You used to be a bartender or something?" I asked, taking a swig of the beer. He laughed a little at that, repeating the process with his own bottle.
"No, I just buy a lot of beers that require a bottle opener, but I keep forgetting to actually get a bottle opener. So I make due," he said, and we laughed a little more.
"Well your apartment doesn't seem to be lacking anywhere else," I said, looking around some more, "It looks really nice."
"Thanks, I try to keep it clean and presentable for when friends come over. When I was in the military I really didn't have anything to spend money on except stuff for the house," he said, plopping down on the couch in his living room, which was centered around a giant flat screen T.V.
"I can see that, haha. I wish my apartment looked more like this. I just don't want to work full time while I'm going to school, too much of a pain in the ass to keep up on my homework," I said, sitting down next to him.
"I hear ya. I never worked full time when I was going to college before the service. Just part time here and there. I'm sure your apartment looks just fine though," he said reassuringly.
"Haha, no its pretty much empty except for my bed and my computer. I hardly spend any time over there, theres nothing to do," I said.
"Well from now on whenever you're bored you can come chill over here with me," he offered, smiling. That was definitely an offer I would take advantage of. Which reminded me of why we were hanging out to begin with. I had gotten so caught up in our conversation I had forgotten that I wanted to fuck his brains out.
"That sounds amazing, which reminds me, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted in the shower?" I said as I turned and swung a leg over his lap, straddling him. Even after being sucked off, he still turned red when I touched him.
"Um.. I'm not entirely sure. You were pretty much-" he trailed off there for a second as I began to grind my ass against the growing bulge in his jeans.
"Ahem.. uh, you were pretty much running the show," he finished, having partially regained his bearings.
"Why don't you take me back to your bedroom and we can pick up where we left off?" I whispered in his, in the most seductive voice I could muster.
"Can't argue with that," he said. He then reached down and gripped me firmly on the ass with both hands, causing me to yelp in surprise, and simply stood up from the couch and began carrying me down the hallway.
"Oh!.. Wow," I said with a giggle, my erection coming back in full force.
"Like that, do you?" he said with a mischievous look on his face. Apparently the shy Ryan was gone now, not that I was complaining. He carried me into his bedroom and set my down gently on the edge of his four-poster, the mattress to which made me feel like I was sitting on a cloud. He took off his shirt, and I began unbuckling his pants. I pulled his jeans and boxers down at the same time, and his erection sprang forth like an excited puppy. I wasted no time, immediately taking his cock into my mouth. It really did fit perfectly, the tip of it just hitting the back of my throat as my snout reached his base. I had to pull of as he aided me in removing my shirt. I then quickly removed my own shorts and briefs, and pulled him onto the bed beside me. He lay down and I began suck him off again from the side, settling into position on all fours, my ass up in the air.
He must not have been able to handle just the view, as he reached up and began massaging my ass with his hand, feeling and squeezing every inch of it firmly. I gasped as he began to massage circles on my little pucker with his thumb. After a few moments of of this he stopped and giggled mischievously. Wondering what he was up to, I pulled off his cock and looked at him.
"What are you- Oh!" I said as he reached underneath me and grabbed my hips, lifting my lower half in the air. He pulled me around and set my legs back down on either side of his chest, my hard erection settling comfortably in the gap between his large pecks. Before I could guess what he was doing, he gripped my ass with both hands and buried his face underneath my tail, sliding the tip of his tongue into my tight pucker. I cried out in pleasure, which only made him more thorough. He alternated between licking around and into my hole, making me moan even more loudly. I regained a bit of composure, and went back to sucking him off.
He was fucking rimming me! The partners I'd had before were never willing to try that, and here was this.. kind of straight guy, rimming me for all I was worth. The feeling was so intense I continued to moan with his cock in my mouth, probably increasing his pleasure with the vibrations it caused.
This continued for several minutes. I could feel the pressure building, signaling my climax wasn't far off, and then he stopped. I lifted my head up to catch my breath, only to have it stolen from me again as I felt him slip a wet finger inside me. He slid his finger in and out of me, and then slowly added a second. My tongue was hanging out of my mouth and I couldn't concentrate enough to continue sucking, so I just licked up and down his length the best that i could. That was when he angled his fingers downward, hitting my G-spot right on the mark. What the fuck, was his minor in Anatomy? The spike in pleasure was too much and I came almost instantly, crying out loudly and shooting stream after stream of cum down his chest and abs. Only when my orgasm finally ended did he remove his fingers. I rolled off to the side and lay on my back, panting heavily. I watched him reach up and grab a box of tissues from his dresser.
"Where.. the hell.. did you learn that?, I managed to get out between breaths. He looked up from cleaning my semen off his chest and smiled.
"Just because you're my first guy doesn't mean I didn't do the research," he said, still grinning, "I take pleasuring my partners very seriously."
"Well then, looks like I need to up my game," I said. I sat up and quickly straddled his lap, reaching behind me and grabbing his cock to line it up. His eyes widened a bit when he realized what I was doing, and then rolled back in his head slightly as I slowly lowered myself onto his waiting erection. It was a tight fit, but his fingering had loosened me up just enough to take it all in with no problems. This was the moment I had been waiting for all along. This is what I had wanted. Needed. His cock buried deep inside me. When I was sitting snugly on his lap, his entire length pulsing against my insides, he surprised me again. Reaching up with both hands and cradling the back of my neck, he pulled me down until my lips met his, and kissed me.
Slowly and passionately, he kissed me. Pushing his tongue just far enough past my lips to brush my own, then retreating back, inviting mine to do the same. He was good. The best kiss I've ever had, hands down. And then it was over, just as quickly as it had begun.
"I'm sorry," he said, a confused look in his eyes, "I don't.. I mean.. I don't know what I'm doing." He sighed, looking up with the same confused look.
"Its ok," I said, shushing him, "I'll take that for what is was, a great kiss... As long as you do it again." I smiled at him reassuringly, and he obliged, pulling me down into another kiss.
While maintaining the kiss, he slowly moved his hands down to grip my ass, and began thrusting up into me. Slowly at first, and then with a building intensity that caused me to break the kiss and moan loudly. The sound of my pleasure seemed to fuel him, as he was now fucking me in ernest. A soft slapping sound made with every thrust, muffled only slightly by my short fur. He reached up with one hand and gently gripped the back of my neck, keeping the other hand firmly on my ass. Pulling my head to the side, he began kissing and lightly nibbling up and down the side of my neck. My god this man knew what he was doing.
He kept the same intense speed and power for several minutes, until I was sure he would soon fill me up with another hot load. But I was wrong. He hooked his right arm under my leg, hooking the back of my knee with his elbow, and rolled me over, his cock never leaving the warmth of my ass. He resumed pounding me without skipping a beat, and started back in with the kissing and nibbling on my neck. The feeling of his massive, rock hard body on top of me was indescribable. It turned me on even more, if thats possible. I took the opportunity to reach up and run my hands down his back, across his shoulders, wherever I could reach. I roamed every muscle in his upper body, before settling my hands on the backs of his arms, using his triceps as a handhold.
He stopped very suddenly, exhaling sharply and cringing in pain.
"What happened?!", I asked urgently, "Are you okay?"
"Yep. I'm alright," he said, though he still showed discomfort, "Its just that I did shit ton of back workouts today." We both laughed at the funny predicament.
"Will it hurt your back if I get back on top?" I asked, desperate to resume.
"No need, I got it," he said, slowly hooking his other arm under my other knee, now with both my legs hooked over his elbows. With me underneath him, he pushed down on the bed, causing the mattress beneath me to sink several inches. I sank along with it, his cock slipping out except for the tip.
"What are you doing?" I asked, wondering what random magical shit he would pull next. He just smiled and abruptly took the pressure off the bed, causing the mattress to shoot up and impale me once again to the base his cock. He didn't stop there, he rapidly pushed against the mattress over and over again, using the bounce of the springs to push me back up to my waiting prize. This allowed him to remain almost motionless, save for the short movements of his arms, and let the mattress do the work for him.
I had never seen such a thing, though at this point I was no longer surprised when he did something completely new to me. And this one was wonderful. My ass was bouncing up to hilt his waiting member at a much faster rate than was possible with normal thrusting. The feeling was overwhelming, and after a few moments I hit my second climax, shooting spurts of cum all over my stomach and chest. After my orgasm wound down he slowed and then stopped the bouncing, leaning forward to kiss me as we both lay still.
"You are just full of surprises today," I said playfully, " and to think, I'm the one who told you that YOU hadn't seen anything yet."
"Haha, I'm just using everything I've already taught myself to use on women," he admitted, "most of it seems to work on you too, so far."
"I don't care how you learned it all, its fucking amazing either way," I said, "So what do these women do to finally get you to cum? You seem pretty inexhaustible so far." He grinned at me.
"They wiggle their ass at me like you did in the shower earlier," he said, sitting up slowly and pulling out his still very hard cock, making me feel empty. I immediately jumped up and flipped over, planting my hands on the headboard and arching my back. I presented myself to him, swaying my ass back and forth, much like I had earlier. I heard him let out a long breath and felt him move up behind me. He placed one hand on my hip and lined himself up with the other, slowly pushing his tip back into me. His other hand now joined the first, firmly gripping my hips. He continued forward slowly, relishing every inch of penetration. When he was fully inside, he pulled back out and began a steady rhythm, hitting me deeper than he had before. Again I started to moan softly, and then increasingly louder as his pace quickened.
He went faster and faster until he was at full speed, his thighs slapping up against my ass with alarming volume. After a few straight minutes of this I was again surprised by his amount of stamina. I flexed my muscles to clench down on his pistoning cock, and he let out an audible groan. Here we go. I continued to clench and unclench, slowly coaxing out the load that I wanted. I could also feel my third climax approaching, and I'll be damned if I get in a third one before I get one from him. As if on cue I heard his breathing become more ragged and his motions become slightly less controlled.
"Yes! Come on, give it to me, fill me up," I pleaded, and it seemed to be just what was needed to push him over the edge, and me right along with him.
Just before I was about to cum all over his bed, as if by some divine timing, he pulled me upright, changing the angle of his cock so it was ramming into my G-spot. At the same time he reached down with his other hand and gripped my cock firmly, just under the knot, simulating a tie.
I fucking lost it. As he came hard into my ass, filling me up as I'd asked and more, I shot semen all over his bed, pillows, headboard, and even a little on the wall. Our Mutual orgasm lasted what felt like minutes, and when it was over he leg go of my cock, gently turned my head, and kissed me over my shoulder. We kissed until both our erections were completely gone, mine retreating back into my sheath, and his slowly slipping from my thoroughly used hole. With nothing to hold it in, globs of sticky, wet cum started to come out of my ass, adding to the mess that was his bed. He broke the kiss and looked around the room.
"Haha, I guess I had better get this place cleaned up," he said, "Why don't you jump in my shower while I start.. em.. doing laundry. I guess." We both laughed pretty hard at that, which caused more cum to leak from my behind.
"I think I'll just run over to my place to shower, where there is some shampoo," I said, rubbing his shaved head for emphasis.
"Oh yea. Haha, I guess you're right," he said. I put my clothes back on and he followed me to the door, now back in his jeans.
"Don't worry," I said, stepping outside, "I'll come back over after I'm done and we can finish those beers."
"Sounds great to me," he said, "see you in a bit." I closed the door and started the squishy journey back to my place. Thank god it was only a few feet away.
Greg shut the door and walked over to his apartment, leaving me alone to absorb everything that had just happened. It felt surreal, as if it hadn't actually happened, or wasn't as big a deal as I thought it would be. I tried to wrap my mind around it as I walked back to my bedroom. I didn't feel any shame or regret for fucking another guy. The opposite in fact. I had pulled out all the stops for this little dalmatian, fucking him like my life depended on it, and it was amazing. I'll give it a little more time to sink in before I think about it any more.
I closed the door to my bedroom and looked around. How the hell am I going to clean up all this semen?
THE END