Date: Sat, 12 Aug 2017 17:20:26 +0100 From: Albert Horniman Subject: Teenage Muscle Hunk part 2 Teenage Muscle Hunk A cumming of age story by A. Horniman. Keep nifty going – make your donation here ... http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Part 2 Clive opens the door to his flat in a pair of baggy sweat pants and a vest that shows off his muscles and straight away we're into a hug. His mouth is on mine and his tongue is exploring. "Come on in Dave. Good to see you. Fancy a beer?" I'm here. For the first time I'm going to have real sex with a real man. "You're shakin'. You cold?" "No not cold." "Nervous then. Come on, a beer will help you relax." My head is spinning a bit from the beer as Clive takes off my top, runs his strong hands across my chest, feels my arms. "Fucking gorgeous!" he says. And I do the same to him as he pulls his tank top over his head, the smell of him, slightly ripe, intoxicating. Then he pulls down his sweat pants, no underwear and his cock springs out, hard, urgent. "Suck me..." he whispers. And I'm on my knees in front of him, and for the first time I take a man's cock in my mouth, the domed head, the thick veined shaft. Remembering the blow- jobs I've had, I cover my teeth with my lips, sliding up and down, licking under the head. "You'd better stop before I come!" he says. "I want to take my time with you." Then we're in a naked embrace, skin against skin, thigh against thigh, crotch grinding against crotch. The sheer heat and power of him. "Clive," I say to him. "I want you to be my first." "What do you mean `your first'?" "I want you to take my cherry," I say to him. "Wow!" he says. "You sure?" "Yes, I'm sure." "All right!" he says. "But just a minute, before we do that." "What?" "First YOU are gonna fuck ME." My mouth's hanging open. "You think `cos I'm a big bloke that I don't like taking it up the arse? I love it! I've been going with blokes since I was in the army. I may be married but I still manage the occasional `walk on the wild side'." And he gets me to lie down on my back. "You're a big boy and I ain't been fucked for a while," he says. "This will make it easier for me." I wish I could describe the feeling as Clive lowered himself onto my cock. Getting the head in first. "Don't push. Let me get used to it. Fucking big cock for a teenager. Let me do the work." And slowly sinking himself down on me. The delicious feeling as my cock is engulfed in the heat of his insides. "Oh yeh! Oh God yeh! That's good." And he's wriggling around, squeezing my cock with the muscles of his arse. "I'm gonna shoot!" I tell him and he stops moving. "Not yet. Just breathe. Let it cool down. That's it. Good man. Tell you what, let's change position." And he's off my cock and bent over the arm of the sofa, his magnificent arse ready and waiting. "You've got me good and open now so you can go for it," he says. And I slide my cock back into the silken heat of his body. Wrap myself around his back and start fucking. "That's it man. That's it. Oh yeh. Oh yeh. Lovely big cock in my arse." And I kiss the back of his neck and keep pumping. I don't last long of course and I'm soon shooting my first ever load deep into the body of another man. * "Wow!" he says after I pull out. "I can't believe that was your first time! Come here Dave." And he pulls me into a sticky, sweaty embrace. "That was fantastic!" I say. And my cock starts to get hard again. "I think you're ready for another round," Clive says. "Yeh!" I reply. "Teenagers!" he says. "All right. Give this old man a chance to have another beer." The second time I last longer. Clive moaning beneath me as I fuck him doggy style, my balls bashing against his arse. Him wriggling and pushing back till I lose the struggle to control myself and I'm shooting another load inside him. He's lying there on the floor panting. "You all right?" I ask. "I'm totally fucked!" he says and we both collapse in laughter. * We don't do any more that evening. Just a shower to wash the stink of male-on-male rut from our bodies. "If you're free next weekend you can stay over," he says. "The whole weekend?" I ask. "Yeh, if you want. You won't have to go into the woods no more. You never know who you might come across there," he warns. * The next day at school Lisa is telling me how different I look. "Last night ..." I start to say. "I can guess," she replies cutting me short. "Who was he?" And I tell her about Clive. "He's a construction worker. He's married but his wife's in hospital..." "Don't tell me the rest," she says. "I really don't need to know the details." And we giggle together * "I'm going to stay with a mate for the weekend. See you Sunday night." "Who is he? Where does he live?" my mother is asking me. "Just a mate from school. Bye mum. Love you!" And I'm out of the door before she can say any more. * "Cor! You're different!" Clive says. "A real man now ain't you!" Clive, all I've been able to think about the last couple of days is your sexy body. The incredible feeling of my cock in your tight arse. Fucking you. Wondering what it would be like to be fucked by you. Counting the hours till I'm in your arms. Naked with you. That's it. That's all I want. But I don't say that, just "Cheers mate. Got any beer?" "Beer, lube, condoms, what else do you want?" he replies. "Come here," I say to him. And I'm in his embrace, feeling his hard cock pressed against mine. "Wanna be my sex slave?" I ask him. He laughs, then, "Dave my man, nothing I'd like better but we gotta complete your education first." "What do you mean?" "Remember what you asked me last time? You wanted me to take your cherry..." "Oh yeh!" "Trust me?" And he plants his mouth on mine while his hands are round my back, playing with my buns. And our clothes come off piece by piece. And his rough hands are all over me, squeezing my tits, groping my balls, running a hand between my legs to play around my arse. For a moment I'm back in the shower with that Arab kid, that body builder. Remembering what his soapy finger was doing to me. "Do you want me inside you?" he asks. "Yeh!" I breathe. And his lubed finger slides into me. "This is it, I'm going to get fucked!" I think. And slowly slowly Clive's finger plays inside me, followed by another finger. Stretching me, getting me ready. "Just breathe," he says. "You're doing fine. I've got three fingers up you ... Now come and sit on it." And he lies on the floor holding his lubed cock upright for me as squat over him, pull my arse cheeks apart and align my hole. "Slowly mate. Nice and slow. If it hurts, just pause and breathe. And play with your cock a bit, it'll help." But he's stretched me out good and the top is in. `I want you Clive, I want you inside me,' I think to myself, and then I sit and his cock just slides up me. "Yeh!" he grunts. "Right up your arse. I've got my cock right up your arse Dave. How's it feel?" "Yeh... Good" I reply. "So fucking tight man, virgin teenage arse, man!" And I rise up and sit back down, impaling myself. It hurts but it feels good so I do it again. Almost pulling out then riding back down, feeling him deep in my guts, hitting a place inside that feels so good. "Ready to try it doggie style?" he asks. And I'm on my hands and knees and Clive's straight up me, shagging my arse, running his hands over my muscles, and I'm loving it, wanking myself, pushing back for more. "I'm gonna fuck your fucking brains out," he's saying, "Beautiful hot teenage arse. Gonna fuck it all weekend." "Yeh, man. Fuck me man!" "You like it? You like my fat cock up your bumhole?" "Fuck yeh!" And I feel totally open to him as his cock pounds my hole, ramming himself into me, deeper, harder, till his breathing changes, he freezes and I feel his cock pulse inside me. "Coming inside you baby... take my load!" Grunting, as he shoves his male self deep in my bowels. * Breathe, breathe. Come back to myself. "Cherry all gone now baby. You all right?" he asks. "Yeh." "Come here then. Come to daddy." And I'm in his arms, his breathing returning to normal. "But you haven't come yet!" he says. "Come on lad!" And he turns over and wriggles his arse for me. "Have at it stud! Shove that fat cock up there." So I do. And it's a fast mean shag. I use all my strength to pummel him into the carpet, driving my dick as deep as I can into his guts as he groans and whimpers, and I'm emptying the contents of my aching balls into his hot wriggling arse. Then we're kissing. Deep passionate kisses as we come down off the ecstatic high. "Wow!" he says. "That was good shagging David my man." * When I look back now, I realise how much in love I was with Clive. He was my first. The one who took my cherry. The first one I fucked. But at the time I was just flying high with the sheer sexual pleasure of it. A hunky construction worker who was into me as much as I was into him. The next few weeks were a blur of sex. Clive was my lover and I'd spend as much time with him as I could. I'd finish training at school then straight round to his place, trying to hide the boner in my shorts as I anticipated what we were going to do and the teenage hormones drove me wild with lust. The sex was getting better and better. "Your hole is perfect for my cock now," he said. "And you love my fat teenage dick as well," I replied. "I'm really going to miss you when she gets out of hospital," he said. "What? When?" "Next weekend," he replied. I'm gobsmacked. "You mean that's it? You don't want to see me any more?" "Don't get me wrong Dave. You're a great kid. And what we do together is fantastic. Some of the best sex I've ever had. But this place is gonna be out of bounds when she's back. You live with your mum, so that's out. So what does that leave us? The woods? That's not going to work. Best if we call it a day. I'm sorry. Really I am." I'm devastated but I mustn't show weakness. This is the man who took my cherry. How many loads of his spunk has he shot into me? How many loads of mine has he taken? A dark place has opened up and I feel like I'm falling into it. But I hold myself up. "All right," I say after a moment. "So thanks for everything you've taught me Clive. It's been great. I really feel so lucky to have met someone like you." "Aww Dave! I knew this wasn't going to be easy for you. But you've taken it like a real soldier. Now I'm the one who's crying..." And he looks into my face and yes, there are tears in his eyes. Then he's in my arms and we just hold each other while I hold back my own tears. "Thanks Clive. I'd like to say `see you around', but maybe a clean break is best." "Sure," he replies. "I'll miss you too," I say to him as I leave. * Walking back, the ground seems to have opened under my feet and I'm falling, falling, falling. I don't know where I'm going but I keep walking. And my feet take me back to the wood, the place where we met. Somewhere I can bury my feelings for him. Why do I feel sad and cheated? He never promised anything. `You knew his wife was in hospital,' I tell myself. `You should have seen it coming.' I'm in the wood. It's dark but my feet follow the path as if they know where to go. There's a guy bent over a fallen tree trunk. His pants are down and his naked meaty arse is there for anyone to fuck. I get my hard cock out and rub it along the cleft as he pushes back against me. "Fuck me!" he says softly. "I'll fuck you!" I growl at him and slide my cock into his already lubed and sloppy hole. "Oh yeh!" he grunts as I sink into the depths of his arse and pummel him without mercy. "Hard, oh yeh, fuck me hard." And he's sniffing from a small bottle that smells of old socks and locker rooms. He gives me some to sniff, and there's an incredible rush through me, my head is pounding and all my senses are alive, and all I want to do is fuck. "Big dick, big fucking dick, fucking my arse." Automatically I thrust my hips forward burying my cock in the hole of this nameless faceless man. And from the noises he's making, he's loving it. I become aware of a crowd around us, watching the brutal buggering I'm giving him. I'm a machine, soulless, automatic, taking another hit from that stuff in the bottle. I come like I've never come before. Wow! The stuff is amazing. Then I pull out. The man underneath me is sobbing and whimpering, "Yeh, oh yeh! Oh my god!" And another man climbs on his back and off he goes. I feel a hand on my cock in the darkness, then a mouth, my shorts are down, then there's a tongue in my arse, licking my hole, hands all over me. Someone holds a bottle of that stuff under my nose and I inhale deep and I wriggle back on the face that's tonguing my arse. Then before I know it I'm being bent over the tree, my arse is being spread and a cock is pushing into me... It's big. It hurts. I want it to hurt. He fucks me like an animal. I love it. He pulls out. I want more. In the silence another cock, rubbing up against my butt cheeks, finds my hole, pushes. I gasp and he's straight into his fuck. Short sharp stabs and all too quickly he's unloading. Then inhaling more of that stuff, it's like my body is on fire. Hands are groping me, another cock. Spunk is dripping out of me, running down over my aching balls and the back of my thighs. The only sounds are the squelching of cock after cock in my hungry hole, jagged breathing and grunts as another man dumps his cum, in my mouth, in my arse. I just lie there, arse open to whoever wants to fuck it. I don't care. * Somehow I managed to get home. I was filthy and I stank of sex. Fortunately I managed not to wake my mother. Showered and washed the come out of my mouth and arse. How many loads? So how do you feel now Dave? I asked myself. Have you punished yourself enough? Maybe now you know how Terry felt when you dumped him. What goes round comes round eh? I throw my clothes in the wash and lay my aching body on the bed. Images of cocks and come swirl around me in a maelstrom of memories. Sleep? That would be good. Shattered, exhausted, waiting for sleep that doesn't come till finally ... * The morning arrives like a dog snapping at me. It's a school day. Fuck it! I'm not going. Ask my mother to phone. She goes into her protective routine while at the same time nagging me to take more care of myself. "He's got a temperature and I'm keeping him at home in case it's something infectious." Good old mum. Knows how to freak people out with the most seemingly innocent comment. If only dad were here to make everything all right again. If only I could get together with Clive and feel safe in his arms. My whole body aches. My head is banging from the poppers. Painkillers would be good but mum doesn't believe in them. And they really wouldn't be much use against what I'm feeling. * I take the next day off school as well. Stay at home. No training. Mum fields coach. Tells him I need a couple of days' break. Thanks mum. Then back to school. Focus on the work. Focus on the training. Go to the clinic for a check-up, just to make sure. I'm fine thank god. Focus. Focus. Focus. Put all that other stuff out of my mind. Coach has started me on another cycle of `medicine'. "Are you OK Dave?" Lisa asks. "I'm fine. Got a competition coming up. Gotta train." "OK," she concedes. "But if you need to talk..." "No, it's all right, really," I say. But I know that she knows I'm lying. * Stay clear of the woods. Stay clear of that poppers stuff. That's what did it for me. Got me out of my brain. Back to wanking. Memories of Clive. Discovering the joys of internet porn. Bears, muscle guys. Yeh, that's what does it for me, that's what turns my crank, guys with body hair and muscle. Like that Arab guy in the shower. What was his name again? Missing Clive's arse but missing a cock up me more than anything. "He dumped you?" Lisa guesses what's going on. "Yeh. His wife is out of hospital and he's back with her I reckon." "Poor you," she says. "But you knew he was married. You knew his wife was in hospital. It had to finish some day." "Yeh, but you don't think about it when you're having fun. You just want it to go on." But I can't tell her what happened when I went into the woods. What would I say? Lisa, I was in so much pain, I let all those men, strangers fuck me. Did it help? Yes actually it did. It helped me forget for a while. That black guy who fucked me twice. He was good. Maybe I should go back and see if I can find him again. Get poppered up and take another shag or two from him. His hands squeezing my balls as he drove his cock into me ... Fantasies running round my head and I shoot a massive load into my come rag. Competition is a week away now. My chance to be Mr Teen Body. A package arrives from the aunts with three posing pouches. "Wishing you all the best for the competition! Hetty, Betty and Mina." * My muscles are pumped and all shiny with baby oil. My junk packed into a pale blue pouch. Pale blue to contrast with the fake tan. Cameras flash. Spotlights dazzle. I see Yousef, the Arab guy there. He's dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt that barely contains his muscles. A froth of dark body hair escapes over the top of his shirt. He smiles shyly at me. I smile at him and give him a wink. His face breaks into a happy grin. He comes over and we chat a bit. He's not competing tonight. He's 20. Too old now for Mr Teen Body. He wishes me luck. "You look great!" he says. Still, I can hardly believe it when they call my name as the winner! It doesn't feel real. Coach shakes my hand and pats me on the back. My mum gives me a hug. Lisa and Terry are there as well cheering and clapping. Then there's the party afterwards. More photographs. Someone offers me a glass of wine. I check with coach who says it's OK, I'm not in training at the moment. I chat to people. A guy from a fitness magazine asks me about my routine. I'm aware of Yousef over in the corner. Every time I look at him, he's looking at me smiling. "I can give you a lift back later," he says. "Sure!" I say, maybe too enthusiastically. "Right, David," he says when we're in his car. "Before we were so rudely interrupted..." And his lips are on mine and his arms are around me. "Let's go somewhere more private," I suggest. "I don't think we should be doing this in a carpark." "True," he replies. "I've got a place. We won't be disturbed." It's not love. It's mutual lust. Maybe the lust will turn into friendship. We shall see. I stroke the hair on Yousef's muscular chest, admiring all the work he's done on his body. He's licking my armpits, "I love your smell," he says. I've got my tongue between his thick thighs and I'm licking his hairy balls, "I love yours too," I say. Then we're sixty-nining on his bed. His dark cock feels so good in my mouth. His tongue feels so good licking up and down my cock, tonguing round the crown, driving me crazy. "What do you prefer, top or bottom?" he asks. "Everything," I reply. "Great!" he says. "Me too! Your call. Mr Teen Body. What would you like?" I don't answer. I just take his hand and put it on my butt. "Oh yeh!" he says. And my shorts are down and Yousef is on his knees behind me. And he's licking my hole! "Lovely sweaty arse!" he says. "Gonna fuck it good." And I'm moaning at what his tongue is doing to me. "Lick my balls!" I tell him. And I'm on my back, my knees up to my chest so he can get in there. And one by one he takes my balls in his mouth and sucks them, then he licks from my hole to my balls then up the length of my cock. Oh Jesus! And he does it again. "You want it? You want my fat cock up your hole?" "Yeh man. Fuck me man." And he slicks up his cock with lube and sinks it into me. Oh my god, it's good to have a cock up my arse again. And very gently he's just rocking in and out, and I run my hands over his body, the soft curly hair on his belly and chest. Then my arms are round him and I'm pulling him into me. "Feels so damn good man!" I say to him. "Love your arse," he replies as he's doing push ups driving his cock over and over into me, hitting my hotspot. We change positions. Standing now, I can push back as he thrusts into me, welcoming every penetration. Till I feel his breathing change, his body tense as he holds his cock deep inside me. I feel it pulsing, knowing that he's shooting his seed into me. Moments later, his hand round my cock takes me to a thundering climax. Afterwards. "Wow!" We're both walking round saying "Wow!". Showering together, "Wow!" Touching each other. Loving the feeling of the wet matted hair on his chest and belly, squelching my soapy hands around his crotch as he groans. * to be continued... * Here's where you make your donation to keep nifty going http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Other stories by Albert Horniman can be found in the prolific authors section.