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I was eighteen when my Grandfather sponsored me for
junior membership at his health club. I guess I should
have been honored. It was a very
elite club; its membership consisted
mostly of doctors, lawyers and bankers, the
majority of whom were retired. I tried to act pleased,
but spending an afternoon a week
surrounded by a bunch of old men
wasn't exactly my idea of a fun time.
I thought for
sure I would be a flower among a bunch of
crusty, old thorns. I expected to see hordes of flabby
men who for years had abused their
bodies with tobacco, alcohol and rich
food. The arrogance of my youth had deceived me.
The men I saw were lean studs, with hard bodies and
wandering eyes.
Standing among them presented me with a rather
unique challenge. Most of these guys
could have chewed me up and spit me
out. I was definitely the pupil, surrounded by the
masters of virility. I suddenly wondered if I had what
it took to become one of
them.
As I changed from my street clothes, I felt
their eyes all over me. Sizing me up.
Passing judgment. I hadn't been this
conscious of my body since junior high gym class.
For my age I had a decent physique. I was young and
attractive, with smooth, blemish-free skin. My
impressive cock was bigger than
average. I certainly had nothing to be
ashamed of. So why were my insides trembling?
After our workout, clad in only a towel, I followed
Grandfather into the sauna. The room was so
dimly lit, so choked with steam, it
was nearly impossible to see.
Cautiously we made our way through the mist and found a
vacant spot to sit. The room hummed with the
low murmurs of financial wizardry,
most of which was well beyond my
comprehension.
The man sitting on my immediate
right was deep in legal debate. I
took it to be a mere accident when his knee
brushed against mine. I didn't suspect otherwise until
I felt his hand come to rest on my
exposed thigh.
He continued his verbal exchange
as his hand crept under my towel. I
glanced over at my Grandfather who was little
more than an obscure shape in the fog. My heart
pounded like a bass drum as the
faceless stranger's groping fingers came
within inches of touching my manhood.
I gasped
softly when he seized my spongy cockmeat and
gently squeezed. This guy had to have brass balls.
His boldness was frightening. Still,
I can't deny I found being seduced in
such a daring manner to be a major thrill. My
youthful cock responded favorably to his pleasurable
caress. I actually found myself
opening up my knees to give him
greater freedom.
The mysterious hand moved with
confidence as it embraced the entire
length of my sweaty cock. He seemed most
impressed with the helmet shaped crown on my organ, and
gave it special attention. His hand
wrenched my plump impressionable knob
until his domineering fingers had brought
forth an abundance of sticky sap. He stroked the full
length of rigid cock until it was
slick with a lustful blend of
perspiration and pre-cum.
Completely uninhibited by
the presence of his celebrated peers,
he was yanking on my cock like there was no tomorrow.
My huge nuts ached to blow a wad of jism in his
persistent hand. My thighs grew tense
with orgasmic ecstasy and I was in
heaven.
Just as I reached the point of no return.
Grandfather stood up and tugged
impatiently on my arm. On legs that
barely managed to support my weight, I rose to my feet. I
dawdled along behind Grandfather as my erupting
cock left behind a trail of slippery,
youthful passion.
Grandfather sent me after some
fresh towels for our shower. Much to
my relief, most of the other members were
preoccupied with other activities, and the locker room
was all but deserted. For reasons I
couldn't really explain, my hard-on
just wouldn't go down. I held the front of my towel
in a feeble attempt to conceal my embarrassing
affliction.
My
errand took me past an attractive man who was also
preparing to take a shower. There was something about
his sly little smile that told me he
knew what I was attempting to hide
beneath my towel. He stared at me like he had x-ray
vision. He made me so nervous that I lost my grip on
my towel and it fell down around my
feet. I didn't look back at him, but
I knew he was still watching; shamelessly goggling
at the stiff lust jutting from my dense pubic
bush.
Hurriedly, I grabbed up the fresh towels and all
but ran to the showers. I couldn't
fucking believe it when I looked back
over my shoulder and saw the guy was following me. I
felt like a bitch in heat. From the horny
expression on his handsome face you
would have thought I was emitting some sort
of inviting scent.
Grandfather had finished
his shower and was waiting for me to
return. As he took a towel from me, he spied the
stiffness jutting from between my legs.
"What I wouldn't give to be your age again," he said
enviously.
The man who had
been hot on my heels sauntered past,
once again glancing down to admire my wagging dick. He and
Grandfather nodded to one another, then he went
on with the business of taking a
shower.
Instinctively, I watched the man as he
removed his towel. I found my eyes
dropping to check out his well-
muscled body. I couldn't fucking believe what I saw. I
knew my eyes were nearly popping out
of their sockets, but I couldn't help
myself. He had the biggest slab of cockmeat
I'd ever seen. His thick, droopy organ hung half way down
to his knees.
Grandfather, leaving me to my shower, dressed as he
had to attend a board meeting. The
membership committee was voting on
mew members. He assured me my acceptance was in
the bag.
Once Grandfather had gone,
I joined my admirer in the
shower.
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"I'm sorry if my staring embarrassed you
earlier," he said softly. His voice
was almost as sexy as his amazing body.
"It's just that I find you incredibly attractive," He
continued.
I smiled politely. His sincerity made me
feel all tingly inside. I actually
found myself turning so that he had a
less obstructed view of my raging fuck-muscle. His
eyes expressed a deep yearning as he watched the
water cascade down over my flesh. I
shivered with anticipation as he
moved closer.
With a bar of soap in hand, he
reached out and lathered my hairless
chest. My nipples immediately hardened beneath
his slippery fingers. His touch set me on fire. My
cock visibly hammered with lustful
expectation as he squatted down on
one knee.
His soapy hands rippled down my smooth flat belly to
my awaiting hard-on. I leaned back
into the stimulating spray and
allowed him to wash my throbbing genitals.
"You've
got a beautiful cock," he sighed. "It's like a
rock."
I watched in fascination as
he reached down and began pulling on
his own semi-erect organ. I couldn't believe I as
standing in the showers of my Grandfather's health
club letting some guy wash my dick
while he jacked off.
"I want to suck your cock,"
he said, rinsing the soap from my
pulsing crotch. "I want to taste your fat, juicy
meat." With that he gulped down the entire length of
my quivering eight-inch
organ.
The taste of my manly flesh enthralled
him. He began beating his meat in
earnest. He pulled all but the head of
my cock from between his soft, slobbering lips. I felt
his mouth tighten around the shaft of
my cock, just behind the rim of my
bloated knob. Pre-cum oozed across his hot tongue
while he rammed the tip of his oral probe as deep into
my slimy pisshole as he
could.
Grunting loudly he reached his moment of
manly rapture. As his enormous organ
spewed forth a hefty load of semen he
continued to puff away on the head of my dick. He seemed
to savor its pungent bouquet as if he
was sipping a fine wine. I looked on
as his torrential load of pasty jism dribbled
from the tip of his cock to wash down the
drain.
Pulling the head of my cock from between his lips,
he licked the underside of my ridged
shaft all the way down to my
fuzz-covered ball-sac. Panting feverishly, he sucked both
of my swollen nuts into his greedy mouth and
lashed them unmercifully with his
amazing tongue. When he reached up and
started cranking my tender, young meat with his fist, I
felt my wad well up for
release.
"Oh, yeah, eat my nuts. Jack me off
harder. Faster! Yeah, faster." I
couldn't believe I was saying shit like that
to a complete and total stranger. I couldn't help
myself.
"Oh shit, I'm gonna cum. Beat my meat.
Make me shoot my load."
My legs trembled as I ejaculated strands of creamy
semen across his hairy chest and
shoulders. The sheer quantity of my
spent load seemed to leave him in a state of awe. He
milked the last drop of ivory spew from my
weary pisshole and smeared it between
his fingers and thumb. It was almost as
if he had been hypnotized by the sight of my shimmering
seed. It wasn't until he heard
approaching voiced that he snapped
out of his self-induced trance.
I stepped aside
and let him rinse the sticky evidence of
our heated encounter from his body. Giving me a pat on
the butt, he grabbed his towel and
made a hasty departure.
Grandfather had scheduled
me to have a massage while he
attended his meeting. I'd never had a massage, and was
anxious to give it a try.
Joseph, an
attractive young man, very near my own age,
greeted me with a broad smile. He had a tall, lanky
build which I immediately found
appealing.
"You must be Nicholas," he inquired
politely.
Rendered speechless by his staggering
looks, I only nodded in
response.
"I've been expecting you," Joseph said,
giving me a hand up onto his massage
table. "Just stretch out on your back,
and relax."
I laid back and just about died
when I saw him express a discrete
interest in the bulge my flaccid organ created
against the front of my towel. I wanted to tell him my
front had already received quite a
bit of attention for one day. I
didn't of course. Instead, I chose to lie back and let
nature take its course.
The room,
no more than a cubicle really, was very
private. Joseph hung an occupied sign on the door to
ward off any potential intruders.
Then filling the palms of his hands
with sweet, scented oil, he stepped up to the table.
The oil glistened sensuously on his long,
elegant fingers. I could hardly
wait for him to begin.
Joseph went to work on my
neck and shoulders. His hands were
magical. They made me feel like my body was floating on
a cloud.
"That's it,
relax," he said, his deep masculine voice
caressing my ears. He ran his hands down my arms. "Just
let the tension flow out of the tips
of your fingers."
Gracefully, he moved to the head
of the table. His oiled hands slid
from my shoulders down over smooth, well-
defined pecs. His touch made me feel very warm. The nubs
in the center of my nipples became
erect and he rolled them between his
thumb and forefinger.
"I don't often get the
opportunity to work on someone so
young.
I said nothing. Joseph spoke as if
thinking aloud. His endearing caress
abandoned my nipples and focused on my
firm flat belly. I felt the tips of his fingers
glide beneath the edge of the towel,
loosening it from around my slender
waist. He sensed my tension.
"Just relax. Let
the stiffness sink into the table."
He spoke in a very soothing, almost rhythmic tone.
Filling his palms with more oil, he repositioned
himself at the foot of the table. My
cock twisted with delight as he
massaged my feet.
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"You have beautiful feet," he
remarked. "Very long and narrow. You
know what they say about guys with long feet?"
He
raised up my leg and peeked under the towel. A
gleaming grin came across his handsome face.
"Obviously, what they say is true."
Joseph
continued working on my legs, up and down,
massaging the calves of my long, hairy legs. Each time
he brought a knee up, the towel
seemed to climb higher up my thigh. I
was sure by now he was able to get a good look at
my spongy cockmeat. Coming around the side of the
table, he ran his warm hands up my
thigh, all the way to my groin. I
couldn't help noticing the sizable bulge pressing out
against the front of his baggy, white
pants
I felt the towel being gently pulled from around
my waist, and I found myself lying
naked and vulnerable. Joseph ran his
fingers over my thighs, occasionally stroking my
velvety ball-sac with the tips of his oily fingers. I
was surprised, given the amount of
action I'd already seen, that my cock
was so receptive to his fondling. Jerking with
restless desire, once again my manhood rose to the
demands of the situation.
"I think I'm finished with this side, for now," he
said. "Why don't you flop over on
your belly and let me work on your
backside."
I turned onto my stomach while Joseph
made his way back to the head of the
table. I stared out at Joseph's cock
throbbing in its cramped polyester prison, sympathetic to
his obvious discomfort. Timidly, I
reached out and opened the front of
his pants, and set his lovely organ free. Pre-cum
already drooled from the head of his aching six-inch
pecker. I couldn't resist the
temptation. Inching my way forward, I
took his trembling tool into my mouth, tonguing the hell
out of it.
Again
beginning with my shoulders, Joseph made his way
down the center of my spine to the small of my back.
Once more anointing his hands with
his heavenly oil, his fingers set out
to knead my firm, round ass. God, he was making me
horny.
Pulling his organ out of my
greedy, cocksucking mouth, Joseph
went around to the side of the table. Hastily, I
reached back and seized his elongated flesh and
started jacking him off.
Spreading the cheeks of my butt open, Joseph exposed
the hidden contents of its hairy
crevice. A single finger invaded the
crack of my gaping ass to taunt my crimson
butthole. I held my breath as the tip of his
exploring finger pierced the outer
rim of my anal opening. A sharp gasp
escaped my throat as he buried his slippery finger deep
inside my ass.
What a peculiar
sensation it was. It was neither
painful, nor particularly pleasant. It was just weird. He
fingered my virgin hole like he was banging
pussy. I had mixed feelings about
what was being done, but as I had done
all afternoon, I remained passive, and once more
submitted myself to the will of my
aggressor.
Sandwiched between the weight of my body
and the cushioned table, my cock wept
for attention. Still manipulating my
perky, young ass, Joseph pulled my rubbery
dick back between my thighs. Withdrawing his finger from
my well-lubricated asshole, Joseph
slid the shaft of my cock into the
crack of my ass. Positioning the head of my organ
over my slippery orifice he eased the inflated crown
of my cock up my tight, little butt.
The sensation was so incredible, I
nearly shot my wad then and there. Moaning
lustfully, I raised my hips off the table begging for more
of my cock to be crammed inside me.
Joseph accommodated my desire to the
depths and lengths my thick organ would reach.
Cupping his hand firmly over my embedded shaft, he
made my organ gently slide back and
forth. My head spun and my ears
roared.
Except for my throbbing cock, and well
stretched asshole, my entire body
became numb. At that moment, those
two parts of my anatomy became the focal point of my
existence. I had never experienced or dreamt
that it was possible to feel like
this.
I whimpered faintly with the release of each
trembling breath. My moment of
ecstasy was nearly upon me. It was as
if the positive charge of my cock had been plugged into
the negative charge of my ass, and
the sparks were flying.
My tormented nuts
tightened. I found it impossible to
breath. It felt like I was drowning in lust. My cock
wretched spastically as my mounting orgasm
seized me in its
stranglehold.
"I'm gonna cum," I panted.
"Joseph, it feels so good."
My cock heaved
again and again, filling my tender, young
ass to overflowing with waves of hot, gooey cum. My
entire body trembled as my spent jism
oozed from my asshole and dripped off
my slimy balls.
Joseph took his cock from me and
began vigorously whipping his pud.
His manly reward was almost instantaneous.
He leaned heavily against the table as he blew the
contents of his hairy nuts across the
velvety cheeks of my burning ass.
My orgasm began
to subside and I fell limp with
exhaustion. The head of my rapidly dwindling cock popped
from my ass and Joseph masterfully squeezed the
last drop of milky sap from my
convulsive piss-hole. I was convinced I
had discovered what it must be like to die and go to
heaven.
I met up with Grandfather in the lobby.
He was pleased to announce I had been
unanimously accepted as the club's
newest junior member. I tried to share his enthusiasm, but
failed miserably. I was too damn tired to
celebrate. I scarcely had enough
energy to make it to the car.
"That's the
trouble with you young people today,"
Grandfather said with disgust. "You're soft and lazy. One
good workout and you're completely done in. A
few more trips to the club will put
you in shape."
I looked at Grandfather and
smiled. He had no idea. Or did
he?
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