Brad, Erect, Chest Feel, Pre-cum
DAVID 154
I was at the beach, near one of those little showers they have so you can wash the sand off your feet. There were about twelve fine young bikini-clad things making goo-goo eyes at me and asking me all kinds of questions. And there was one fairly good looking dude. A young buck. Kind of skinny. I could tell he wanted me. Anyway, I stood there smiling and answering their questions, flaring my lats, and pumping my biceps for them. It was a good start to a “ beach butt harvest”, although I was waiting for a couple of guys I saw earlier to join the crowd. Then I’d work my magic, invite them up to my apartment, and have some fun.
“What else can I feel, Brad?” one of the girls asked, and I just stood up straight and put my hands on my hips, and pointed it right at her.
“What did you have in mind?” I asked. Of course, they all started giggling and she turned red and they tried not to look at the bulge in my speedos. I just smiled and smiled. And then I smiled some more because those two studs came walking up the path. When they got close, I raised one eyebrow to them and said, “Hey.”
They smiled. Oh yeah. They wanted me. I could practically hear their cocks sliding up the fronts of their tight, stretchy swim trunks. “How ya doin’?” I said. “Name’s Brad.” I arched my back slightly so my pecs rose up and I stood tall and I spread my shoulders and lats slightly. I started to talk shop with them. They obviously worked out, but I’m the king of the beach. Nobody’s bigger than me. And everybody wants me. I don't have time to fuck all the good looking guys, so sometimes I just talk to the, you know, lower class ones. But even when I talk to you, you’re lucky.
And then HE walked by.
There was a chorus of gasps and in one movement they all drifted towards him and I was left there, with my mouth agape. I turned to watch and it was disgusting. Giggling, oohs and ahhs, “Wow mister you should be a movie star!” and “Oh you’ve got the most beautiful eyes!” and “Shit you’re huge!”
I was steamed. Because they were right. He was bigger than me. And he was good looking. He had everything: awesome size and height, perfect proportions, and that face. When he was around, nobody looked at me. And the worse part was that he had the same effect on me. I just wouldn’t show it. But whenever he was around, I went through the same routine: anger, envy, and then lust. I wanted him. I wanted him so bad ESPECIALLY because he was Mr. Goody Two Shoes. I wanted to deflower the big, handsome, farm boy. Rumor had it that he didn’t let anything but a worshipful tongue up his ass. Guys stood in line to get near him, and he could walk into any bar and snap his fingers and the guy of his choice would come home with him or do whatever he wanted in a back alley. But his ass was off limits. He was a god-like fucker, but he was never a fuckee. He could wiggle that rump of his right in your face, but you knew you’d never get to sink your cock into those plump muscle pillows and fuck the living daylights out of him.
But I wanted to.
So when the crowd passed, I went up to him. “Hey, Dave,” I said.
He turned to me, surprised, and said, “Oh. Hi, Brad.”
He bent over, pointing his ass right at me, and began to peel off his black speedos so he could rinse off in the little shower. Most people would think it funny that he had to slowly work them down those tree trunk legs, but it just drove me crazy. I stepped up right behind him, grabbed them, and said, “Here Dave. Let me help you with those.” He thanked me meekly and I reached between his legs and grabbed the fabric and tugged it down. He tensed up. And then the suit came down around his ankles and he stepped out of them and stood straight up. I told him he had some sand on his butt, and so I brushed it off. I asked him how his workouts were going, and he made a bit of nervous small talk and I took the opportunity to pull the ties on my speedos and yank them down and off. I stepped right in back of him and pressed my cock between his ass cheeks and touched my chest to his back. I pretended to brush sand off his shoulders and told him I didn’t realize that he had freckles on his shoulders. And then I wrapped my arms around his waist, pulled him against me, and I nuzzled the back of his neck with my goatee.
He nearly jumped out of his skin, but he made no effort to get away. I asked him if he liked that, and he just struggled to catch his breath, not wanting to say yes, but unable to say no.
“You know what, Dave?”
His arms were out to his sides. His back was arched.
“I think you need to get fucked.”
He said nothing, but I could tell he was scared.
“I was just thinking. Here are all these people, falling over themselves to spend the night with you, wanting you to fuck them senseless or give them the screaming orgasm of their life. But what about you?”
He clenched his buttocks together. His whole body was tense. It was amazing to feel hundreds of pounds of muscle all tensed at once.
“You don’t let anyone fuck you, do you?”
He panted for breath, and then he whispered "no".
“But you know what I think?” I raised my hands and cupped his pecs. He moaned like a little calf, and his head fell back and I was able to whisper in his ear. “I think you’re just waiting.”
He tried to pull away, but I yanked him back, pressing him against me. My cock reared up and nestled in the sweet crevasse of his ass. I pressed my hips forward, pushing it firmly between the creamy globes. Holy shit his skin was soft. Like silk. I could just imagine him lying on his stomach, his butt in the air, and me just letting my hand go up and down and around those muscle cheeks. It’d be like meditating. Your mind would just blur with the constant feel of softness and the liquid iron flexing and moving beneath them.
“You dream of it, don’t you?”
He didn’t answer, but I slowly let my hands move. I let the chest hair run through my fingers and I smiled because I could feel him inhale, but he never seemed to exhale. He just kept sucking in little breaths and I felt his ribcage expand more and more. And then when my palms got near his nipples, he held his breath.
“Hmm?” I said. “I know you want it,” I whispered, and then my thumbs crossed his nipples, and he sobbed. He practically collapsed in my arms.
“Aww, poor baby. Does that feel good?”
“Ohh! G-god! B-brad!”
“Hmm? Like that? Real slow and soft?”
He sobbed and shuddered and went weak in the knees.
“Around and around with just my fingertips? That just drives you crazy, doesn’t it?”
“Oh Brad! OhhHH!!!!”
“Yeah, that’s right,” I cooed into his ear. “Somebody should take care of you. You shouldn’t have to be the one to do all the work all the time.”
He whimpered.
“Because you do, don’t you?”
He panted for breath, but didn’t answer.
“You’re just waiting for the right man.”
He whispered, “…no…”
“Yeah you are. Somebody big and strong who can make you feel taken for a change. Somebody to take charge.” I dropped one hand down to his pubes and softly petted him. I rubbed his belly and dropped my hand again and as I let my hand wander through the soft silk down there I touched the thick base of his cock. Rock hard. “You need to be fucked.”
“No.”
“You want to be fucked. You know you do. Know what? I think you’re afraid, and you know what I think you’re afraid of?”
He was panting for breath, protecting his precious treasure by squeezing his buttocks together. What a grip! My cock was rigid, upright, and wonderfully trapped. I reached up and put my hand on his neck and gently made him drop his head back. I held his ear with my teeth and nuzzled my cheek against his hair.
“I think you don’t let anyone do it to you because you’re afraid you’ll like it. And then you might have to beg. ‘Cause you know it’ll feel soooooooooooo good, don’t you?”
He whimpered.
“Am I right?”
He whimpered more.
“I am right, ain’t I?”
He sobbed.
“See? Ol’ Brad knows. I know what you need.” And then I brushed his hairy pecs and tickled his nipples. He acted like he’d been electrically shocked, and I pulled him back to me. “Shhh. Oh. Shh, shh, shh. It’s ok. I understand. How’d you like me to do that to you all night long, huh?”
He moaned.
“Would that drive you crazy?”
He nodded.
“You deserve it Dave,” I whispered. “You’ve been waiting, haven’t you? You’ve been waiting to get fucked.”
He whined. I could just feel the turmoil in his massive body. Part of him wanted to run. Part of him wanted to lie down on the ground and spread his thighs. I peeked over his shoulder and saw a sight that made my mouth water: a huge, beautiful, thick veiny shaft of muscle topped with a big, shiny knob. The whole thing seemed to throb and twitch and clear syrup leaked from the tip. It was all I could do to keep my position behind him. I wanted to kneel before him and feast on that meat.
“All those cute young guys are great, aren’t they? Even the young studs and the sexy daddies get their share if they’re lucky, don’t they? You can have any guy you want, can’t you?”
“B-brad…I….”
“But you know what I think? I think you’re saving yourself. I think you want a real man to fuck you. That’s what you dream of, don’t you? You want a real man to fuck you.”
His breathing was frantic now. I licked behind his ear. He cried. His knees buckled and I had to catch him. “Does that feel good too?”
He sobbed and nodded. I licked and licked slowly behind his ear and I rubbed his nipples softly with my fingertips. He moaned and convulsed, his arms useless, his head lolling back, his buttocks struggling to keep their tight hold against the invader that was my cock.
“That’s what you’ve been waiting for, isn’t it Dave? You want a real man to fuck you.”
“N-no!”
“Yes, it is. I know it is. You want a real man to fuck you, don’t you? You want to get plowed. You want to hear those hips slapping against your butt cheeks. You want to feel big strong hands holding you down.”
“N-no!”
“Yes. Yes, that’s what you want. Come on now. Don’t lie. But there is no one as big as you. There is no one strong enough to hold you down…except…maybe…me.”
He whimpered.
“That’s it, isn’t it, Dave? I’m the one. I’m the one you dream of. You want me to fuck you..”
“Ohhhhh……”
“I think you want to get fucked. I think you need to get fucked.”
“…no…”
“Yes.”
“…no…”
“Yes.”
“…no please…”
“I think I should tie you down and fuck the living daylights out of you. I think we should make up for lost time.”
“…n-no!...”
“Rode hard and put away wet.”
“Ohh Brad!”
“Fucked with a capital “F”.”
“Oh!”
“Fucked. Fucked hard! By a real man! A real man…who will put you in your place. That’s what you want, isn’t it? Isn’t it?”
“Uhhh!”
“Don’t lie.”
“No! Ohhh!”
“You crave it.”
“No!”
“Oh how you want it.”
“No!”
"It's like a massive itch you have to scratch. You need to get fucked."
"Please...d-don't--"
"You can't stop thinking about it, can you? You want to satisfy that itch. You want to satisfy it but good. Not just any fuck. You need it deep and hard...and big. You need it to be big, don't you? Really big. Big and throbbing and powerful and hard as a steel spike."
"Oh g-god!"
"You want to feel...you're desperate to feel those bull balls slapping against the back of yours, aren't you?"
"Ohhh..."
“A big, wet, hot dick reaming you out.”
“Uhhhh…”
"You tugging on the ropes. Just fucked. Just as fucked as can be."
"Ohh please..."
“A big muscle guy fucking your ass. Big thighs around you. Big pecs. Big arms. Fucking you. Fucking you with a big, wet, slippery, dripping cock that's about to blast a load of steaming, hot cum into you so you feel like a man. You want that so bad don’t you?”
“…….y-yes!”
“Don’t you?”
“Yes!”
“Beg me.”
“Brad!”
“Beg me.”
“Brad, please!?”
“Come on. Let me hear you say it. Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you. I’ll give it all to you. I'll make your dreams come true.”
“Brad…f-fuck me! Please!”
“I’m the one, aren’t I? I’m the one you’ve been waiting for.”
“Yes! G-god every time I see you…oh Brad…PLEASE fuck me! I can’t take it anymore! I need it! I want you inside me. Do it, Brad! HARD! Take my ass Brad fuck me please oh god oh god Brad fuck me. Please. Do it! Please!”
• • • • •
And then I woke up.
And the worse part is that I was right on the verge. The fucker wouldn’t even provide me with a decent wet dream. I had to go in the bathroom and jack off and take a shower. And then I just sat on the edge of the bed, and pictured him in my mind, wondering if that was as close as I would ever get to him…hating him…and wanting him.
2004