Bi-Ding Time by Aaron

Bi-Ding Time

Because my girlfriend's job takes her out of town frequently, I am often left abstaining from one of my favorite activities. We have a very active sex life, and in lieu of sleeping around while she is away, I generally occupy myself with pastimes such as marathon masturbation sessions while indulging in cyber-porn, or as a more productive and less anti-social option, increasing my exercise load at the gym. When Ana is in town, I generally work out on the average of three times weekly, in addition to an average of sex three times daily. However, when Ana is away, I go to the gym at least six days a week.

One particular Ana-less Friday evening, I was feeling so horny that I thought I was going to explode. I had since tired of self-gratifying cock stroking, so I decided to go work out. As it was nearing ten, I had about two hours to blow off some steam.

One thing nice about going to the gym late on Friday night is that there are usually only three or four other people using the facility. I suppose most of the beautiful young college girls were probably out getting drunk in anticipation the young, stiff dicks that their nights may yield. And of course, each young, stiff dick that frequents this establishment was probably slamming beer and buying condoms in the men's room of a bar in hopes of burying his erection inside of one of those tight little vaginas of the night. Consequently, I was relatively certain that my work out session would contain no eye candy. I was, however, anticipating a focused, undisrupted, alternative-to-sex workout.

In fact, there was only one other person using the facility. Being the curious people-watcher that I am, I was naturally checking him out. He was a good looking, well-built man in his late forties. He was about six feet tall with salt-and-pepper hair, a moustache, and ice-blue eyes. As he was doing a set of leg curls, I could tell that this man had been working out all his life. I was thinking how much I hoped I had a body like his in ten years. I figured that maybe he had a young, beautiful girlfriend that he fucked into a frenzy on a regular basis, and who appreciated a sexy older man's experience. If I were a young woman, he would have most certainly intrigued me.

The truth was, he DID intrigue me. There was something about him that was very attractive. Although I have had a few homosexual experiences, never did they go beyond drunken experimentation. As I mentioned, my current girlfriend and I have great sex, and lots of it, and I have no need to fantasize about anyone else, let alone another man. However, for some reason unknown to me, my sexual energy was completely focused on this guy.

Like an orgasm, as quickly as this feeling came over me, it dissipated as the handsome stranger left my view. I now had the entire gym to myself, at least all of it that I could see, to complete my workout.

Once done with my workout, I headed to the locker room to shower up. As I disrobed and headed for the showers, I heard running water in another stall, and I assumed it was the handsome older man.

When I was done with my shower, I dried off and went to my locker. The handsome stranger was as naked as I was and standing four lockers down from me. All of a sudden, a warm flash came over me as I stole as many glances at his naked body as I could. This man was beautiful! From the back, I could see his big, broad shoulders, his wedge-cut back, his thick, muscular legs, and his tight, round ass that was as white as semen in contrast to his honey-tanned body. As he was facing his locker, completely oblivious to my presence, I was hoping that he would turn just a little to give me a frontal view. Good luck was with me, and as he did, my heart almost skipped a beat. This gorgeous god of the gym had big, beautiful, muscular arms, and an equally sexy rock-hard chest. I could see that his nipples were hard, and a thick coat of hair covered his front, although not thick enough to hide his mouth-watering pecs, and perfect washboard abs.

I could feel my own breath increase, and adrenaline seared through my veins as I took my hungry eyes from his meaty tanned thighs and caught a full view of the biggest, fattest, most delicious-looking penis that I had ever seen. I'm fairly well hung, but this stud had a cock that was at least eleven inches long, and very, very thick. It was circumcised, and had a mushroom-head that was thicker than the shaft. His balls were equally huge, and I envisioned them holding gallons of cum. My mouth watered, and I couldn't keep my eyes off of that gorgeous, monster horse-cock and those big, beautiful, furry testicles.

"Better get dressed. They close in five minutes," said the big-dicked middle-aged Adonis, completely catching me off guard. He looked at me at first in a scolding manner, but immediately broke into a smile that completely embarrassed me.

"Yeah," I said sheepishly.

"Did that hurt?" he said to me, looking at my cock.

"What?" I asked, as I noticed that my cock was a throbbing rock-hard missile.

"The piercing."

"Yeah, it hurt," I said even more embarrassed than I was at getting caught peeking at his awesome prick.

"My name is Bruce," he said, and he shook my hand. We were both still naked. I sill had a raging boner, and I could see that Bruce's oversized cock was half-erect.

"Aaron," I said. "Nice to meet you. Hey, I didn't mean to offend you..."

"Don't worry about it. I'm flattered," Bruce interjected, and by this time, the both of us were almost dressed. "If you don't have any plans this evening, I have some beer and movies at my place. You're welcome to join me."

At that prospect, I almost came in my pants. This guy was drop-dead gorgeous, with the most incredible smile, body, cock, etc., and he was asking me to his house? How could I say no?!

While I drove to Bruce's house, I couldn't stop thinking of what lie ahead. In my mind, I kept seeing his naked body and his larger-than-life cock and balls. I imagined myself kissing his beautiful lips passionately, while running my hands along his hard chest and stomach. I envisioned sucking and biting on his nipples and feeling his heartbeat faster, while his big dick got hard. I thought of myself unleashing the enslaved giant python from his tight jeans and stuffing it into my mouth while he groaned with ecstasy.

"Come in, dude," Bruce said warmly, the words playing like music with his soft voice. He had changed out of the jeans and button-down shirt I last saw him in. Now he was wearing a pair of too-tight cut-offs that showed most of his thick, hairy, sexy thighs, caressed his fine ass, and displayed nicely the bulge of his big balls and the outline of his gigantic man-pole. His shirt was a white button-down, but it was unbuttoned, and the sleeves were cut, displaying his massive, furry, buff upper body. His nipples were erect, as was my cock from seeing this sight. "I think I pulled my neck while I was doing a set," he said. "I need to get a hold of my masseuse."

At that moment, I saw this as an open invitation to run my desiring hands all over his hot body. "I'll give you a massage," I quickly replied. "Let me change into my gym shorts so I can be comfy, and in the meantime, take off your shirt."

At that, I went and changed. I really didn't need to do so, but I was hoping that Bruce would get turned on by my own tattooed and pierced buff body. I thought that while I massaged him, I could gently rub my nakedness against his beautiful, strong, tan back. I had a hard-on coming out of the bathroom, and I wanted this man-god to see it.

I sat down in the recliner, and Bruce sat on the floor between my legs. I made sure that my thighs were firmly pressed against his sides, giving him no other option than to rest his arms on top of my legs. As I began to rub his neck and shoulders, I became quite aroused. My cock was throbbing almost to orgasm, and I subtly pressed it against his back. He reacted by moving back towards me. As I massaged him, I moved my face very close to smell him. His scent was clean, but musky like an animal. I was watching his big cock get erect through his shorts, and it looked like it was going to burst the seams.

"How does that feel?" I asked.

"Mmmm, wonderful," he said in a very sensual whisper.

With that, I took a chance that I will never regret. I moved my hands around to Bruce's front, and began to run them through the hair on his chest and stomach. As I did this, I put my face against his. As our faces touched, Bruce turned and gave me the longest, most passionate kiss I have ever received. Our tongues were deep in each other's mouths, and we were fondling each other's torsos. As I rubbed his hairy upper body, I played with his hard nipples. In turn, he tugged on my nipple rings, and we both began to breathe hard.

I broke out of the kiss and started to suck on his neck. This man was beautiful, and I was going to make him feel better than he ever has. If the truth were known, the better he felt, the more my own cock throbbed. I would do anything to keep this hunk of man under my spell. I worked my way down to his chest, kissing, sucking, and biting on his hardened nips. As I worked my way down to his stomach, I was lying atop him on the floor in complete control of his pleasure. I ran my tongue over the ripples of his abs, kissed them, and sucked on his fur. I began to rub his inner thighs, and while doing so, Bruce's hips began to pulsate involuntarily.

"Do you want me to suck your cock, baby?" I asked in my most seductive voice.

"Oh, yeah! Suck me off!"

"Don't you worry, lover-man. I will. But in due time", I said very teasingly. "I'm gonna suck you dry and drink your hot cum. I'm gonna swallow your beef and blow you to ecstasy. You can fuck my mouth, baby."

With that I began to unzip his shorts. "Oh my God!" I said. "Your cock is so big and beautiful!" When I saw his ungodly huge hard prick, my mouth began to salivate, and I wondered if I could back up my claim of deep-throating him. I began to suck on his balls, and gently lick the shaft what seemed like a mile, up to his cock head. With both of my hands wrapped around his massive rod, there was still room for another hand. As I put his cock up to my lips, I had to stretch my mouth as far as it would go to avoid biting him. As I bobbed on his knob, Bruce began to moan. "Swallow it," he said.

With that, he grabbed my head and thrust his slab of meat into my throat. I gagged at first, but I took in all the dick that he fed me. The more he thrusted, the more I wanted it. I grabbed his ass and pulled him to me. We switched positions so that I was lying down, and he was feeding me his cock while he was on top of me. As he mouth-fucked me, he pressed his hand against my throat to feel his own manhood going in and out of my mouth-cunt. As I swallowed him, it felt as though his cock head was halfway down to my stomach. "Oooooh, yeah, you fucking bitch! Suck that big cock!" moaned Bruce, at which time I stuck my finger up his ass. "Aaah!" he winced with pleasure.

Bruce fucked my mouth for a good forty minutes, and it was forty minutes of pure cock-choking, air-gasping pleasure for me.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, ooh, ooh, aaaaah!" No sooner did I hear the scream, than I felt Bruce's balls tighten up and shoot what felt like five gallons of sweet, hot sperm into my mouth and down my throat. Man, could this guy blow a load! He shot so much cum in me while still ramming his shaft into my mouth that his jizm was literally running out of my nose. Bruce came for about a solid minute, and I attempted to lap up every tasty drop. I drank so much of his semen that my stomach felt like I had just eaten a meal.

After our oral sex endeavor, we cleaned up and began to cuddle and fondle each other. Almost immediately, Bruce's immense fuck pole began to grow hard, and as I stroked it, we were both ready to do it all over again. Bruce began to lick my inner thighs, and almost immediately, he buried his long tongue deep in my anus.

"Oooh, yeah," I moaned. "Fuck me! Put that big cock up my ass, lover!"

With that, Bruce put my legs over his shoulders, and teased my willing asshole with the tip of his big dick. "Give it to me!" I begged. With that, he slowly inserted his fat, long, monstrous penis into my sopping wet manhole. "Aaugh!" I screamed as he inserted his massive cock a quarter of the way up my ass. "It hurts!"

"Relax, baby." My oversized lover replied. "If you relax, it won't hurt."

This wasn't exactly the way it worked out, as it hurt for a good ten minutes. But he knew what he was doing. While he was slowly manipulating his huge schlong inside me, he kissed me, held my hand, and stroked my cock. Before I knew it, he had his eleven inches all the way up inside me.

When my sphincter opened up to let the last inches of his manhood inside, I almost lost my breath. As I looked up into Bruce's beautiful eyes, he began to pump me faster and faster. Gaining momentum, I could feel his big balls slapping against my ass, as his fucking became more furious and violent. Bruce was bigger than I was, he was overpowering me, and he was fucking me into a frenzy.

"Oh!, oh!, oh!, oh!, oh!..."

"You like when I fuck you, don't you?"

I couldn't answer. He was fucking me so violently that I couldn't muster up the words, only guttural noises. I was drooling like a baby, and my eyes were involuntarily rolling in the back of my head as he thrust his big cock in and out of my fuck hole like a jackhammer, each time more violently. As I was being slammed, his sweat poured onto me like rain. I grabbed his hips and encouraged him to go harder and faster, and occasionally he would slow down enough to kiss me. Tender moments didn't last long, however. He would slow down occasionally to prolong his orgasm, kiss me, and caress my face.

During one of these lulls in the action, Bruce whispered in my ear, "I love you."

When the fucking became overwhelmingly intense once again, I managed to scream, "I love you! I love you so much!" And I did love this man. I loved him like I've never loved another human being before or since.

"I'm gonna cum, baby," cried Bruce, and as he let out a yell that would have woke the dead, I felt his huge cock throb as gobs of his hot spunk pumped up my ass. I could feel it shoot inside me, blast after hot blast, and Bruce moaned with every shot. As I looked into his eyes, they were fluttering with ecstasy. Bruce came so much that during his last strokes, I could feel it sloshing around in my hole as he rammed me. Cum was squirting everywhere, both his and mine, and the floor was sopping wet. Bruce had fucked me non-stop for an hour and a half. Afterwards, he carried my sweating, convulsing, very satisfied but tired body into the bedroom, washed me, and we cuddled until we both fell asleep.

"How was the trip?" I asked Ana.

"Good," she replied. "I met a really nice woman Friday night, and we hung out until sunrise. How was your time alone?"

Before I answered, I thought for a moment. I wondered if her Friday night was as physically satisfying as mine was. Perhaps while I was being assaulted by almost a foot of manhood, Ana was engaging in a lesbian fuck-fest. The truth of the matter is, as good of a relationship as we have, neither of us would ever tell the other of something like that. Just as I'll never know what she did while she was away, she'll never know what I was doing.

"Good," I replied, and while kissing her neck and fondling her breasts, I began to disrobe her and lead her into the bedroom. "I missed you."

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