Everyone depicted is over 18.
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I noticed him the first time a couple weeks before Christmas. I was on a treadmill, warming up for a yoga class, when I saw him come up the stairs. I’m not sure what drew me to him, because he was one hot guy in a sea of them at my gym. But there was something about him that made me openly stare as he walked the short distance from the top of the staircase to the locker room. I lingered on the treadmill until the last possible second, hoping to get another glimpse of him, but he did not emerge before I had to run in and join the class.
I saw him again two days later. This time I was downstairs, struggling through my final set on the squat machine. He walked past me, heading toward the cable machines. I almost collapsed under the weight I was using, distracted by the perfect curves of his legs and ass in the tights and shorts he wore. I finished my set as he sat down and adjusted the cables. I walked over to the calf raise machine – even though I’d done three sets on it already – just to get a better look at him.
He had dark brown hair that I could tell had a bit of a mind of its own. As he began to sweat it started to curl and move into shapes I imagined him taming back each morning. He was lean, not bulky like a lot of the guys in the gym, and I suspected that there had been a swim team in his past.
I kept seeing him over the next few days, constantly stealing glances at him. One day, as I racked some dumbbells I glanced toward him in the mirror, and caught him looking at me. His eyes flicked from what I guessed was my ass to my reflection’s eyes, and he grinned, before leaning back and continuing his bench press.
I stood there a second, frozen, except for my cock, which had actually twitched a little when he had grinned. I was never one to approach, especially given the fact that I didn’t know if he had actually been checking me out. People made accidental eye contact at the gym all the time, with and without the mirrors. IF I wasn’t sure at all, there was no way I was going to approach him. I hurried out of the free weight area and up the stairs to shower and change.
When I got back to my phone I had a notification from one of the apps I’d checked just before I’d changed to start my workout. One new message. I opened it, curious. It said “Been noticing you checking me out.” Sent one minute ago. The bottom dropped out of my stomach as I looked at the profile picture at the top. It was him. I clicked to see his full profile. “C,” the usual mess about height and weight. Single. A paragraph about how he had just moved to town and was looking for friends to show him around.
Another message came through when I was looking. “I’ve been checking you out too. For days now.”
I felt my heart leap into my throat. He’d actually been checking me out too. I danced my fingers across the keyboard. “Really?” I sent, and stared at the screen.
“Yes, really,” said a voice behind me, causing me to jump and nearly drop my phone. I turned and there he was, his t-shirt drenched with sweat, his hair a wet, wavy mess, and the smile that made my dick twitch plastered across his face.
“You, you scared me.” I stammered.
“Sorry. Just thought we should take things beyond covert glances in the mirrors. I’m Calvin,” he reached out his hand.
“Josh,” I said as I shook it awkwardly.
“Nice to meet you Josh,” he glanced me up and down. “Maybe we should get together sometime.”
“Sure.”
“Cool. I’ll message you later,” he said, waving his phone in his hand as he headed back onto the gym floor.
We messaged back and forth a few times over the next couple of weeks, but with the holidays we couldn’t get together. When I was in town he wasn’t, and when he was in town, I wasn’t. The oddest part to me, was that he insisted on not sending any nudes. He said he didn’t want to “spoil the surprise.”
I got a message from him on January 5th, after not hearing from him for nearly a week. “Hey, just got back into town. You?”
“Yeah, I came back just after Christmas.”
“Nice. What are you up to?”
I looked at the TV I had just turned on and the book on the table I needed to read for work as I felt a stirring in my abdomen. “Not much. You?”
“Probably just unpacking.”
“Do you want to come over?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Half an hour later I heard a knock and practically ran to the door. I opened it to find Calvin standing there, leaning against the hallway and smiling. “Hi.”
“Hi, come on in.”
“Thanks,” Calvin walked in and looked around. “It’s great to see you. Nice place.”
“Thanks. It’s good to see you again,” I felt my cock already beginning to get hard. “Do you want anything to drink?”
“Sure, I’ll take some water.” We moved into the kitchen, where Calvin watched as I got a glass out of the cabinet. I could feel his gaze on the curve of my ass as he said, “Do you have anything on under that?”
I slipped and almost dropped the glass. Recovering quickly I smiled and said, “Well I guess you’ll just have to find out.” He walked over slowly and reached out to clasp my left ass cheek with his hand. He felt it, slowly kneading the flesh as I shuddered.
“Feels like just a jock strap,” he whispered, his breath blowing warmly against my ear as he did so, making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. I moved to set the glass down and pull down his shorts, but Calvin grabbed my hands. “Uh-uh, I’m thirsty. You want to be a good host don’t you?” I nodded, biting my lip, my cock now fully straining against the material of my shorts. I moved to the sink as Calvin leaned against the counter, the outline of his own cock pressing against his jeans. I gave him the glass, my eyes fixed on the shape of it. I could almost feel my mouth watering. Calvin drank the water slowly, clearly enjoying the way I was looking at him and the way his teasing drove me crazy. I could tell he loved to tease. He finished the water, set the glass on the counter and then began to slowly walk around the apartment, appraising it. “This is a very nice place,” he said as he drifted into the living room. “The couch looks comfortable,” he sat down in the middle, spreading his arms and legs wide. “Oh yes, very nice.”
“Do you want to see the bedroom?” I asked hungrily.
“In a bit. Come stand over here,” Calvin pointed in front of him. I walked over and stood there, panting, my hard cock actually pushing the waistband of my shorts off of my stomach. “Take off your shirt, slowly.” I did so, sliding my hands up my chest along with the fabric as I pulled it up. I stood there, chest rising and falling with my rapidly increasing breath. “Nice. Whenever I saw you at the gym I couldn’t help but think of the things I wanted to do to your body. Come here.” I walked over slowly, now enjoying the game as well. I stood in front of Calvin, who leaned forward and gently put his hands on my sides. He drifted his hands along the surface of my skin, barely touching it, driving me crazy. I had to focus on not letting my knees buckle.
Calvin circled both of my nipples, flicking each of them gently with his index finger as he moved down. He reached the waistband of my shorts and slowly pulled them to the ground. Wordlessly he turned me around as I stepped out of the shorts. He massaged my ass slowly, the jock strap I had on perfectly lifting the cheeks. Calvin slowly stood up and pressed his body against me, hands back on my chest. “You have a beautiful ass,” he whispered, grazing my ear with his lips. We stayed like that for a few moments, Calvin’s hands simultaneously pressing me into him and exploring my chest and arms. My left hand clenched itself on Calvin’s, following its movements, my right hand reaching back to bury itself in Calvin’s hair.
Calvin turned me roughly, taking me by surprise, and kissed me deeply. This time my knees did actually buckle and I fell into him, swooning as an almost electric charge raced from my lips to my cock and then throughout my body. For a moment I worried that I was going to cum right then, but Calvin broke away. “I seem to be overdressed now.”
“We should do something about that,” I said as my hands went for his belt. Calvin sat back down on the couch, unbuttoning his shirt as I undid his pants. I pulled his dick out of them, still encased in its blue underwear. I rubbed it gently, savoring the way it felt beneath the fabric. I kissed it through the fabric, looking up at Calvin as I did so. Then with my teeth I pulled the waistband down, my eyes drifting to Calvin’s cock as it was revealed. It had been worth the wait.
I took it in my left hand as I pulled the underwear down further. It was a beautiful cock. I guessed it was about six and a half inches, the perfect thickness, with a gorgeous head. I stroked it gently as I went to Calvin’s balls. I inhaled deeply, loving the smell of him. I ran my tongue along the balls, then slowly up the shaft. When I reached the tip I swallowed it, all of it. Calvin moaned deeply, and I felt that electricity again. I wanted so badly to touch my own cock, but was afraid I would cum if I did.
I held there, fighting the gag reflex as Calvin spasmed from the feel of my throat. When I could no longer take it I came up, and began to stroke it. “You have such a nice cock,” I said, and before Calvin could answer I began to suck it again. I massaged his balls and taint with my left hand, and my right drifted up his chest, where Calvin grabbed it and worked me toward his nipples. After a couple of minutes he grabbed my head, pulled me toward him, and kissed me again. Our tongues exploring each other’s mouths Calvin pulled me on top of him. As we kissed I ground himself into him, maneuvering his cock until it was rubbing against my ass. Calvin reached back and began to dance his fingers closer and closer to my hole. He touched it, pressed it gently, and I broke away from the kiss with a guttural moan of desire.
“I think I’m ready for that tour of the bedroom now,” Calvin said. We stood up, quickly removing the rest of his clothes as I led him to the bedroom, where he pushed me onto the bed face down. He got on top of me and began to massage my back, his cock sliding slowly between my ass cheeks. I pressed up into him, moaning with desire as Calvin’s hands slowly massaged their way down my body. Eventually he reached my ass, where he cupped a cheek in each hand and massaged gently. He slipped his right hand inside and brushed against my hole, causing my entire body to spasm in anticipation. Slowly Calvin spread the cheeks apart. “Oh, that is a beautiful hole,” he said, slowly massaging it with his middle finger. He pressed in gently, his finger just barely entering me. I pressed back, causing Calvin’s finger to sink a little deeper. “You like that?”
“Yes. Yes I do.”
“You want more?”
“Yes. Please. Give it to me. Fill me up.” Calvin reached over to the bottle of lube that sat on the nightstand with his left hand, continuing to massage my hole with his right. He dripped some lube into my crack, making me twitch as the cold liquid hit my skin. Gravity pulled the slick droplets down and Calvin slid them into my hole, lubing up the surface, then slowly inserting his middle finger deep into me. I gasped as my back arched, thrilled by the sensation of his finger entering me. After all of the teasing it felt so good. He slid the finger slowly in and out, crooking it slightly, pushing against my prostate and driving me wild.
“How’s that?”
I mumbled incoherently for a minute before finally managing to gasp “more.” Calvin inserted another finger, and with his left hand reached under and began to toy with my cock. I buried my head in the sheets, the sensations sending shockwaves through my body. I felt my dick begin to leak precum on the sheets and the tip. “Turn over,” he said, and I did so immediately, my eyes wide and cock hard as a rock. Calvin continued to finger me, massaging inside me with the two fingers as his thumb rubbed my taint. He bent down and licked the precum off the tip of my cock, and then slowly took all of it into his mouth. It was almost too much for me. I had to focus all of my energy on not cumming. Calvin made me feel so good, but I couldn’t cum yet; I needed him to fuck me.
Sensing the danger Calving stopped sucking my cock, and slowly pulled his fingers out of me. Then he crawled up and began to kiss me fiercely, wrapping my legs around him as our tongues explored each other’s mouths again. Calvin reached down and positioned the tip of his cock against my hole. “You want it?”
“Yes. Yes I do. Put it in me,” I nodded as I desperately said the words. Slowly he began to enter me. I gasped as the head entered, stretching me a little more than I’d expected, but in the perfect way. Calvin went slow, again driving me crazy, until every inch of him was inside. He held there and kissed me again, then whispered into my ear, “How do you want it?”
I shuddered, paused, then said “Pound me.” Calvin smiled, then raised up, grabbed my hips for leverage and began to thrust. I grabbed the headboard, loving the feeling of his cock going in and out of me. I moaned and closed my eyes. Calvin slowed his strokes slightly and began to stroke my cock with his right hand. My eyes flew open and drilled into his, which were filled with a delightful smirking light as he began to pick up the pace again. I nodded enthusiastically, my mouth slightly open. My hands found their way to Calvin’s chest, and began to run up and down it.
I was in a daze, fully in my body and completely out of it at the same time. I had never been fucked like this before. His hand kept perfect time stroking my cock with each thrust into my hole. I wanted him deeper and completely. He filled me up and made me crave more simultaneously. I was unsure of how long he had been fucking me when I felt it coming. The buildup in every inch on my body. My breathing quickened and I pulled Calvin down by the neck and began to kiss him. “I’m going to cum,” I said into Calvin’s mouth. “Kiss me while you fuck the cum out of me.” Calvin began to thrust faster and deeper as we kissed and my hands clutched his ass, pulling him deeper into me. He swallowed my moans as they intensified, and we felt the hot gush as I came.
Everything exploded in a burst of pleasure. I didn’t know up from down as the waves rocked through me in the most intense orgasm I had ever had. I heard Calvin grunting as he continued to thrust, and felt, more than heard, the moans coming out of me from deep in my chest.
I began to come back down from the high. I pulled Calvin down into me, still moaning. I could feel his heartbeat as we continued to kiss, my whole body spasming with the aftershocks of the orgasm. Calvin kept thrusting through it, slowing the pace as the wave began to ebb. We kept kissing as my breathing slowed, and he stopped thrusting, leaving his cock in me. I could barely feel my face or hands or feet. They had gone numb from the intensity of it. After a few moments I broke away, looked Calvin in the eyes and smiled. He looked satisfied at what he had done to me, but I could feel his rock hard cock inside me, and see the need behind that satisfaction in his eyes. I wanted him even more in that moment, and I wanted to please him half as much as he had pleased me. “Keep fucking me until you cum.”
“Really?”
“Yes,” I began to move against him, “I want to feel that load inside of me.” Calvin smiled and began thrusting again, ramping up the pace slowly. He raised up and looked down at the cum still slowly leaking out of my softening dick. He began to fuck me harder than he had yet as the animal in him truly took over. He closed his eyes, loving the feel of it, the sensations made even better by my renewed moans.
He grasped my hips, using them to pull himself in even deeper. It was so hot to see this, the way he reverted to instinct, having done his job on me. Now it was his turn. Some might have felt used or insulted, but not me. I felt my cock begin to stiffen up again. I looked down, amazed that it could happen so soon. Calvin opened his eyes and looked down too, noticing that my cock was fully hard again. He smiled devilishly then took it in his right hand and began to stroke it. I yelled as my eyes rolled back into my head. I was instantly back on the high I had just gotten off of. It felt so good it was almost painful.
I reached up to grab his shoulders, just to have something to keep me grounded. Looking him in the eyes, I said, “fuck me,” through a renewed set of moans. He began to thrust faster. This was too much for me and I felt the explosion in my body again as I came for the second time. Immediately afterward Calvin began to moan louder and I felt him begin to shoot his load deep inside me. He didn’t seem to be aware of his actions for a second, lifting me slightly off of the bed, forcing his hard cock as far inside as he could. Our moans melded together into a chorus of primal sounds of pleasure that I felt in every inch of my body. We held there for a minute, each of our bodies quivering, and then Calvin slowly pulled out and collapsed on top of me, our breathing and heartbeats slowly dropping back to a resting level. I wrapped my arms around him, loving the feeling of the full weight of him melt into my own body. We fell into a light doze, each of us spent and unable to move.
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There may be a part 2, as well as the story written from Calvin’s POV. Let me know if you’d like to see those.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/v57mfu/finally_getting_him_inside_me_mm