DAVID 415
Oh, I was sly.
In the dream, the gym was full of people, although you couldn't see them. You could only hear them. I knew all eyes were on us. I was loving every minute of it, but Davey was trying to look inconspicuous...something absolutely impossible for him. He was wearing a skintight, white t-shirt that his pecs had ripped open from the collar to his chest, exposing those huge, hairy pecs. It was damp with sweat and clung to him like wet tissue paper. His shorts were in danger of ripping down the middle too. There was no hiding that package of his. It strained at the fabric. Gradually, the sounds of people talking and weights clanking faded until only me and Davey were in the gym.
"C'mon stud," I said. "Take your shirt off. There's nobody here except us."
He blushed and made some excuses, but I kept at it. Finally, he peeled off the sweaty, tight t-shirt.
"Damn dude!" I laid it on thick. "Those shoulders! Look at those pecs! C'mere...let me check out your back."
He didn't want to, but I ignored him. I stood behind him until I was pressed up against his back. I stroked his shoulders and neck for a long time and told him I just had to see his double biceps pose from behind. Again, he protested, but I didn't give in. I sang his praises, and it wasn't hard to do. Every word gushing out of my mouth was sincere. I had to summon all my willpower to pretend I was there to lift.
A little while later, I convinced him to take his shoes off so we could do some calf raises and flex our feet without shoes getting in the way. Then I told him it was better with no socks on. And after that, I got him to take his shorts off. By that time, he was fighting the urge to touch himself, trying to concentrate on the iron on the bar, I could tell he was trying real hard not to look at me. His smiles were brief. He didn't know what to say. Finally, I convinced him that we might as was well strip down completely and enjoy this rare chance to work out naked. Reluctantly, he pulled his jock down around his hips and then hesitated.
I had to act fast. He was on the verge of calling it quits. I caught him off guard. I knocked his hands away from his sides and kissed him. He tried to pull away, but only a little. I grabbed his head and his mouth opened. He offered only the slightest resistance. I felt that monster cock rear up between us and then I worshiped his body for hours.
Oh how he moaned. Davey was one giant nerve ending. There were places on his body that were so sensitive he'd bite his fist when I touched them. I rubbed my goatee underneath the head of his cock. He screamed, not with pain, but from the bolt of pleasure my soft beard brought to the sensitive underside of his cockhead. He grabbed my head and said, "No! No!" I just smiled up at him and the moment I took my eyes off his, he knew I was getting ready to move my chin back and forth again.
"NO!
His big hands gripped my head as though he wanted to crush me, but all it took was a little wiggle of my jaw and he just crumbled, moaning "OH GOD!" over and over again while trying vainly to pull away. He backed up against the barbell, his legs spread around the bench. I held his cock again against my chin and smiled up at him. He tried to pull away.
"N-no! Please!"
This time, he just couldn't stand the sensations. He pulled my hands from his cock and wheeled around to face the barbell in an effort to escape. But then that big, muscular, bubble butt was right in front of my lips. I shoved my face between those beautiful ass cheeks and swirled my tongue around his twitching, trembling hole. I scratched the back of his bull balls gently with my fingernails. I stroked his chest. I slowly tickled his nipples. When I did that, the guy just about had a stroke. And all the while, the room got darker and darker. It was as if we were drifting out of reality, and during that whole time, while he moaned and pleaded, I whispered to him. I asked him if what I was doing felt good. He never answered verbally, but the shocked gasps and shudders and weak attempts to stop my hands from roaming told me that he was falling apart inside. Something was collapsing. Something was coming.
Once again, I stood with my body pressed against his back. I wiggled my hips so that my throbbing cock nestled between his buttocks.
"No!" he yelled, and he tried to pull away.
I pulled him back, reached in front of him, and stroked his chest. I told hm I wasn't going to do anything he didn't want me to do, and he held his breath.
I could sense the battle going on inside him. He didn't want me to fuck him, and yet he wanted to be fucked so bad.
"Hey Davey," I cooed. "Are your ears sensitive?"
He gasped, went rigid, and then moaned...and I hadn't even done anything yet. The tension and silence in his body spoke volumes.
I blew in his ear, and he pulled his head to one side, irritated. I nibbled his ear lobe and there was no response whatsoever. Then I gave him a big lick behind the ear and he practically screamed. His knees buckled and within seconds we were kneeling on the floor. I said out loud, "Mental note to myself....licking behind the ears brings him to his knees." He begged me to stop. He said he "couldn't take it". I wanted to see. I licked slower. He grabbed my forearms and pulled gently, but not nearly enough to break my bear hug from behind. And while he whined and pleaded, he tilted his head all the way back, making it even easier for me to lick. I poked at his hole with my cock. Instantly, he slammed his ass cheeks together gripping my cock in tight, moist warmth.
"C'mon Davey," I whispered. "You know it. I know it. You like what I'm doing to you, right?"
He gave no answer.
"Just think...how'd you like to come over to my apartment and I could stroke your chest and play with your nipples......for hours."
He moaned.
"Hours." My hands went for his chest and I swirled my fingertips around and around his massive, hairy pecs, spiraling inwards towards those luscious, half-dollar sized nips, but I never touched them. I just kept my fingertips going slowly around them. He thrust his chest out. I didn't give in. Weakened and ashamed, he whispered, "Oh god....please." It wasn't a request for me to stop. It was a request for me to keep going. I stroked them with my thumbs. I twisted them gently. I held them with just the faintest pull.
"Ohhhh god! Oh god B-Brad!"
"Hours Davey," I whispered. "Hours and hours of this. I know how to do it just right too, don't I?"
He moaned. He sobbed.
"Don't I Davey? I bet nobody knows how to do it just how you like it. Except ol' Brad." I put my mouth behind his ear and rubbed my goatee along his neck so that he'd know how close my mouth was. He tensed up. I let him feel my breath behind his ear. He whimpered. And then I let my tongue roll up and down his head, right behind his ear. I took the back of his bull neck between my teeth as though I was going to bite through his spine and he sobbed and shuddered. I whispered in his opposite ear, "Thrust your chest out," and he did, and I ran my hands back and forth across those huge pecs, barely grazing his nipples with each stroke.
"Would you like that? Huh? Wouldn't that be nice to come over to my place knowing that there's somebody who could do it just right? Who could bring you to your knees?"
He just gasped for breath.
"Because you never get enough of it, right Davey? Nobody knows how fuckin' hot a lick behind the ear or a tickle behind your balls or a feather light tease of your nipples--"
He broke down and sobbed.
"--makes you feel. They don't know." He relaxed his ass cheeks a little. I could have plunged my cock into him, but I waited. Something said I had to wait. I had to wait until he asked for it.
"Right?" I asked.
He shook his head.
"See, I know what you want. I've always known. Cuz I saw your eyes the first moment you saw me on the beach."
Now he tensed up again.
I rubbed my goatee along the back of his neck.
He gasped and pulled away. "No Brad!"
I ran my chin down his spine.
"No! Oh Brad!"
Down, down, down until my lips were against the small of his back.
"Stop!"
Down, down, down until my tongue was between his buttocks.
"Oh no!"
Down, down, down until my tongue pushed at his hole.
"Ohhhh!"
Down more until I was licking the back of his balls.
He let out a long moan and shuddered.
My tongue and my goatee wreaked havoc down there. He was sobbing now, holding his head, pounding on the ground, and biting his fist. But he never pulled away. And I spent a long, long time brushing and licking behind his balls, bathing every crevice in sloppy, wet, licks. I spread his ass cheeks and dragged my chin from his hole to his balls and goosebumps erupted all up and down his back and legs and forearms. He begged me to stop. I just went slower. I grabbed him around the waist again and whispered into his ear. "I know what you want."
He shook his head.
"Yeah I do."
He fought to catch his breath.
"And I know that scares you."
He tried to pull away.
"Ah ah ah! C'mon Davey. Lemme hear you say it."
He shook his head.
"There's one thing you want more than anything else in the world. But you can't let anyone know. I mean, how'd it look if the biggest stud in the world turned out to be a bottom?"
"No!"
"Man, it must be brutal," I said. "Here you've got every stud who sees you, and all the twinks for that matter, after you to fuck 'em. You're the ultimate top. But who fucks you?"
"Stop!"
"Ha ha. That's right. Who fucks you?" I drew him closer. "Where do you go when you want your spectacular butt to be pounded? Who can you struggle against? Who's strong enough to hold you down and use you? Well, I know you've got your eye on someone. I saw it when you first laid eyes on him."
He whimpered.
"There's no possible way you can deny it. 'Cause you just melted. Your cock just reared up in your pants. The whole beach saw it."
":No!"
"Yeah. You want a lifeguard, don't you? You want a big, tanned, blond, muscleman. You don't want someone cool and sleek like yourself. You want a California boy, someone bronzed by the sun, a beach god. A BIG one. I saw it in your eyes."
He moaned.
"You know, you stuttered when you talked to me."
He hung his head.
"Your eyes were all over me."
"No. I didn--"
"Yeah you did. What were you thinking, huh? Were you imagining what it would be like? Were you imagining how you could come on to me? Were you imagining what you'd do if, God forbid, I didn't want you? 'Course I want you Davey. And I know you want me." I petted his chest softly. His eyes rolled back. I pulled him back until his back was against my chest. "Now tell the truth. Wouldn't all this feel better if you really had everything you wanted?
Hmm? Wouldn't it feel better if you finally had a big.....thick......hot...--"
He whimpered.
"--juicy.....hard cock up your ass--"
He let out the tiniest moan.
"__...pumping....in and out....in and out...in and out. Like a piston. With my tongue behind your ear. And my big strong hands all over your chest." I took one hand off his chest and let it drift to his rigid cock. It was sopping wet with pre-cum. I gathered the slick juice onto my fingertips and slowly spread it around the head of Davey's cock. Oh did he moan. And then I started the slowest fingertip hand job of all time. He thrust his hips into my hand. God, his cock was huge. It felt like a small salami more than a man's cock, but it was a wonder to feel. The mass of it, the heat of it, the sensitivity of it. It drooled like crazy, providing its own lube. I rocked my hips in unison with his. I was practically fucking him. He arched his back and thrust out his chest. I rewarded him with some gentle, soft flicks to his nipples. Damn, did he shudder. I whispered, "You can cum just from playing with your nipples, can't you?"
He shook his head. Well, he shook his head as much as his overwrought nervous system allowed.
"I don't believe you," I said. Something was coming. His will power was melting like ice in a furnace. I looked around the room. A thick, cool mist was enveloping us like a curtain, falling from above to surround us, and then it flowed low and thick and white to hide our knees and feet from view. I could feel Davey collapsing somehow. When there was no more world outside the mist, there would be only me.
"I, I can't--"
"Davey," I whispered. "You want to be fucked soooooooo bad, don't you?"
"No!"
"You want a big, blond beach god to shove his cock up your ass and ride you hard."
"N-no!"
"Maybe we can have a little secret signal between the two of us, huh? A wink? Or a phrase? And that means that you'll go to my apartment and use the key I give you to let yourself in. Then you'll take off all your clothes and you'll look in the nightstand next to my bed. And in the top drawer there will be a custom made cock ring...black leather and stainless steel, with your initials engraved on it. There will be a lot of other cock rings in the bottom drawer, but only yours will be in the top drawer."
He listened intently.
"And you'll put it on, and lie face down on the bed, and wait for ol' Brad to come home. Maybe I'll give you a nice massage first. Or maybe I'll tie you to the bed. But one thing's for sure. I'm gonna do everything just right. You're gonna get everything you want." I pushed at his hole. I thought I felt less resistance. "And nobody will know that you're my bitch."
He started breathing faster and faster.
I took my whole hand and wrapped it around the shaft of that throbbing sex meat and spread his own slippery pre-cum down to the bottom of the shaft. On the way back up, I stopped with my hand around the plum-sized head and gave it a wet, slick twist while my other hand found his nipple and my tongue wet the back of his ear.
It was too much for him. "OH GOD!!!!" he screamed. "BRAD!" He nodded. "Yes!"
"Yes, what?"
"Yes! Yes fuck me! Oh god please, please fuck me! I need it. I need you to fuck me Nobody else. Just you. I just want you! Please!" He sobbed. "Please fuck me!"
I smiled.
He went down on all fours and raised his rump. "I can't take it anymore!" he wailed. "I want a big stud to fuck me. Please Brad. Please!"
I laughed and mounted him.
"Just one thing I-I want you to do," he said breathlessly.
"What's that?"
"Don't wake up."
"What?"
"Don't wake up. Because this is all a dream."
And the mist closed in and Davey's sweaty back became dry sheets and I opened my eyes to find myself humping a pair of pillows.
The alarm clock went off. I threw it across the room.
Someday. Someday I'll have him.
2009