After I finished college, I moved to NY to set out a good new job. I had a little dwelling which was dear for one, and right now I 'm rising money to buy a car. About a year after I moved in, God gave me this bodybuilder hot neighbor, Steve. Well, he moved to hold out in the Sami trading floor I live in, the top floor. He 's 31, one, lives alone and works in a small company in the same part of Town. He looks kinda undecomposed, with very muscular body, no hair on it, not a very pretty looking face, but Brown optic and improbable blonde hair.

We became dear neighbor and friends. He was that friendly kind of muscleman, not that loud, mute and smelly ! ! Later, we could determine another form of our carnal knowledge. Since that nighttime I gave him a massage after a workout because he was strain, and he told me that I was perfectly great at it, he would call me anytime he wanted to get a massage, actually after workout.

To be honest, I 'd never felt anything gay doing this, until that summertime day. 17/9/11, about 7:30 PM

I was coming back from somewhere, and I met Steve in front of the building. He was wearing light frolicky blue boxershorts and red t-shirt, and he was a bit sweaty. We said Hi to each former and things like that, and later he told me that he wanted a massage, and I agreed. We walked up to his apartment, and there he told me that he wanted to take a nimble shower to wash the sweat from his eubstance before we start.

When he finished, he took a big leak and then stepped out of the lav wearing only his blue cotton plant bloomers. He lied on his bed, face down, and I started my job. I worked every in of his neck, his back, then his ass, and then from his thighs to his feet. After every good time of gas he ripped, he would let out a power breather like `` Oahhh ''. Like everytime, his gas had almost no tone, just so clean !

Just like I would always do, I started to rub down the way back ( from foundation to shoulders ), professionally, column inch by inch. I was working his branch when he told me `` I 'm bad about the gas I 'm making tonight ''. I found nothing to say better than `` You should n't be sorry about that .. just relax ''.

By the fourth dimension I was rubbing his left field ass brass, he told me `` It would be better if you take my pants off ''. I found it a bit strange ! but I did what to do, and removed his gasp. I forgot to assure you, he has the most amazing ass ever, two global muscular tissue with zero fat and zippo hair.

That was the moment I felt something so special and strong, when my fingertips wanted to touch his mess. Actually, they were already moving towards it.

'' You want to massage my anus ? ! ``, he laughed. I was n't surprised, he was right .. I was being a bit unmannered. I said `` Yeah, why not ? ''. I felt myself turning gay for that man 's muscular consistency, and his smooth and clean skin. I was feeling what I 'd never felt, just so desperate and hungry for him !

By the time my tips started to play with his kettle of fish, he told me `` Why do n't you use your tongue ? ''. I was like `` what ! ! I ca n't believe he just said that ''. My voice was shaking in fervor when I said `` Sho .. Sure ''.

I spread his ass impertinence astray give, lowered my drumhead, and slipped my tongue between them. I started to go my natural language circularly on his maw muscle. It was tight loose and hard. That was satisfying him, and with that he was taking deep gasps of air.

'' Because my anus should be massaged well ''. I loved the idea of being used for comforting his brawn and nerves. It was turning me on that he was that sort of muscle builder who cares about his wellness more than being prissy or anything else. It burned my ass that he was thinking it was a `` massage '', but my tool was rockhard !

I started to move my tongue back and fore on his hole. After a minute, he ripped a huge flak of gas in my side. It was n't malodorous, it was kinda delicious, I could taste it, and that here and now I felt that I was really hungry for another one ! I really wanted to get farted on again. The more it was sick, the Sir Thomas More I was boiling ! I wanted to tell him something like `` spirit release to let a fart in my face '', but I coule barely control myself. Since I 'd been pushing hard on his hole with my glossa, it dived cryptic inside as soon as his trap stretched.

I found it a good fortune to tongue-f * * k him. My natural language moved in and out, and nil sample bad. His ass, even from the inside, was fair ! I kept f * * king him for some minutes.

Finally, he moved forward flipping on his back, pulling my cheek from his ass with no word of advice. It was the number one clip for me to meet his dick before my eye. It was about 7 '' hard, midst, bright, with two beautiful shaved balls underneath. `` Right ! ! There 's another one of your muscles that I 've never .. massaged ! ``, I laughed. He wasted no time, saying `` I want you to suck my member, I want to feel totally relax ''.

Anus ! ! Penis ! !

I wrapped my mouth on his dickhead, trying to get as a good deal of it as I could inside. Somehow, I could n't get a very big part of it inside, but it did n't thing, I thought it would be good to give all my aid to that pinky head. I started to nurse it punishing, while my index fingers moved to razz his nipples together. I used the crown right above my nails to offer him a dry and pleasing nipples-teasing, which feels the best.

I tried to keep the vacuum mightiness in my mouth both nice and strong. To propose him the perfective notion, I also tried to form every little muscleman in my mouth. Obviously, he was in paradise, not stopping gasping or breathing deeply, for a second. Sure, it was just a massage, or at to the lowest degree, that was how we were lying to ourselves. It felt just like I was massaging him and not sucking his dick, because he did n't do anything gay like passing his fingers in my hair or anything. Finally, he shot about three giant and unassailable watercourse of cum inside my mouth. They had a water build more than creamy, and tasted so good like a mix of cheese and milk.

'' Oahhhhhh .. Ohhakkhhhhhhhh ! ! ! ! you really do it how to progress to me unbend ''. I swear I did n't do it like bitches in porn vids, squeezing his tool on my neck, or any disgusting shit like that. I smiled as I pulled his cock from my back talk and moved my handwriting from his chest, because I was so proud of myself - I 'd never sucked a dick before, and yet I was so talented from the first clip. Later I swallowed all his cargo. When I looked at him, he was still catching his breath and smiling for me in satisfaction.

Since that dark, Steve would yell me anytime he wanted to get his tool sucked or ass rimmed, and whenever he wanted a massage, too, for sure. I 'm happy for that we 're still nice admirer, not like a top/bottom, and that it 'll be a safe dirty secret forever .