Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2002 07:56:03 -0700
From: Clone Buggs <cqsqfq@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hot Pies and Size Queens part 18

Beefcakes


	I'm a second generation Japanese American living in San Francisco.  My
folks are well off, and with a thriving business importing Japanese cultural
items to sell in my shop in little Tokyo, I do alright too.  I've never
married, although my parents still have some hopes for it in their old age,
my girl friend Myoke, has long since realized she serves only one function
for me and that is as foil for my parent's questions.  I've never hidden the
fact of my preference for men from her, and she keeps the charade going,
because she likes the nice dinners, and special treats I give her for her
discretion.
	What I'm into, is big beefy American men with monster dicks who like to
fuck a little Japanese guy, who worships their exquisitely buffed bodies,
and strong stiff cocks.  I go to a gym on Sutter Street, and sometimes my
mouth just waters at the beefcake available to look at.  Often, I'm lucky
enough for one of them to let me give him a Shiatsu rubdown after his
workout.  It's a skill I learned so I could offer my other services to these
big hunks of corn fed American beef.  Usually by the time I'm through
working on their tight backs and buttocks and legs, they are more than
willing to turn over ant let me at that stiff muscle under their towel.  I
must have taken a thousand loads directly from the hoses of nearly five
hundred men.  There have only been a few who have refused my services,
especially after word of my mouth started getting around.
	If I'm really lucky, I can entice one to come to my apartment with me for a
more traditional time.  I usually treat them like visiting royalty, and
ensconce them on my big bed leaning against the mound of soft pillows I keep
to help with positioning when things get down to the nitty gritty.  Let me
tell you about just one evening at my place with a guy I'll call Matt, in
honor of the mat of hair on his chest.
	He was new to me when I saw him in the gym that afternoon, but his big body
was so gorgeous I had to get my hands on him somehow.  I asked Arnie,
another great piece of beefcake, I do regularly, who the new guy was.  Arnie
lives at the gym, and knows everything.
	"He's here for some business convention, and he's using a guest pass from
his gym in Denver.  His name is Steve, and he presses four hundred."
	"Ummm ummm.  And he's alone?"
	"As far as I know.  I talked to him a while ago, but he seems interested in
his work out and little else.  You can give it a try, but me and a few of
the guys are betting you'll strike out."
	"Why?"
	"You haven't seen anything but his body yet; have you?"
	"What else is there to see?"
	"A wedding band for one thing.  The guy's straight."
	"Damn, damn and triple damn!   I've gotta try Arnie.  Nothing ventured,
nothing gained."  He grinned at me, and walked away shaking his long golden
locks of hair.
	I stayed in my sweat suit, and picked up a few extra towels, which I threw
over my shoulder, trying to look like I worked in the place.  I noticed
several of my regulars watching me go into action.  I walked up to Mr.
beefcake America, and watched him as he finished pressing several hundred
weight of iron.  His bronzed muscles were oiled with sweat, and the beads of
it glistened like drops of dew on the hairs of his chest mat.  His tiny
waist and crotch area was covered in a small thong of a thing, and I could
see one of his nuts peaking out under the blue material.  It was the size of
a hen's egg.
	"Hi," I said, as he dropped the bar back into the catcher.  Tommy, who was
spotting for him, asked if he was through, and he nodded he was, and said
"thanks for the help," before turning his attention to me.
	"Hi."  His eyes were the color of the thong he was wearing.  I'm a sucker
for blue eyes.
	"I'm part of the service of the club."  I gave him my name, and we shook
hands.  "I can give you a Shiatsu rubdown if you're finished working out.  A
lot of the guys swear by it, and I must say, it's good for those tired and
strained muscles, it sort of helps them relax back to normal after what
they've been trough in your workout."
	"Sure, why not?"  I led him to the massage room, which was no longer used
by the club officially.  They had at one time kept a masseuse on staff, but
nobody used him after I started doing it for free, besides they liked my
extra service on their front muscle.  I patted the table, and began to
arrange my towels.  There were some oils I kept in the cabinet there, which
I started to pull out and mix in a small cup.  I like a certain mixture
which allows my hands to slide over the skin, but at the same time, creates
a soft sensual friction that few men can resist.  He laid down on his
stomach as I expected, and I told him to remove his thong, so I wouldn't get
oil on it.  He complied imediately, throwing it on the floor in the corner.
I caught a brief glimpse of his cock, when he turned to toss it and even
flaccid, it looked like it would go nine or ten inches aroused.  I couldn't
wait.
	He laid his head on his crossed arms. and I poured a little oil on my palms
and rubbed them together.  I started with his feet, gently working the oil,
smelling of walnuts and almonds, in between each of his toes.  I massaged
him being careful not to tickle in any way.  He was sighing deeply by the
time I finished with his second foot.  I poured a little more oil, and began
on his calves.  The muscles were tense and corded but as I worked on them, I
felt them begin to loosen up and soften to my touch.  He mumbled something
about my hands feeling great, and I poured a little oil directly onto his
thighs, and began to work it into the strained flesh making his skin so
tight in that region.  He sighed deeply, and I asked him to spread his legs
a little so I could get to the inner thighs where I could see a lot of
tension.  He spread immediately, and I had his sweet little pucker
surrounded by a dusting of thick curly hair winking at me and kissing the
air.  My cock started to get hard.  I could see his big balls roll over in
their sack, and I knew I was having some effect on him.
	Next, I switched to his shoulders, and after I worked my way down to his
hips, he was moaning slightly, and I knew I was going to get my wish.  I
warned him, I was going to start working on his glutes, and saw him flex
them in anticipation.  I dribbled oil across them, and deliberately let a
stream of it go down his asscrack.  He sighed again, and I started kneading
his asscheeks with my strong experienced fingers.  I never actually touched
his pucker, but I worked my fingers squeezing along his crack, until he was
breathing deeply and sighing on the table under my hands.
	"O.K. now.  Turn over," I ordered him, but it got no immediate response.  I
slapped his butt cheek once, which caused him to jump slightly.  "Turn over
stud."
	"I...I can't."
	"Why not?"
	"I'm embarrassed to tell you.  I...Have a hardon."
	"Oh think nothing of it I give hardons to most of the guys in this place.
I'm used to it."
	"What do you do about it," he asked, turning over on the table slowly.  Ten
inches at least.  I caught my breath, and stared openly at his raging dick.
	"I usually suck them off before I'm finished."
	"Wha?  Really?  You're kidding."
	"Want to try it?"  His wedding band didn't enter his mind once.  The next
thing I know, is he's got me by the back of the neck, and I've got about six
of his ten inches trying to make me upchuck my sushi.  I had no choice but
to start swallowing dick or throw up.  I treated him like my favorite candy,
and just started sucking that all day sucker for everything he had.  He was
so horny, he only lasted a few minutes, and when he creamed me, I nearly
drowned in a sea of jism.   This guy squirted and squirted, until his big
balls quivered once in their big sack, and then dropped back down,
exhausted.  I was a mess.  I had cum running down my chin, the front of my
sweat shirt was stained with several big splashes, and there was even a big
gob of the white pearly on my knee.  How it got there, I don't know.
	"Man that felt good," he said, laying back down on the table, his dick
still standing at attention.  It showed no signs of going down anytime soon.
  He reached for it and stroked himself a few times.  A thick clot of cum
oozed out of the piss slit, and I licked it away for him.  "I've never had a
blowjob like that.  Thanks man.  I was sort of hoping I'd meet somebody
while I was here in San Francisco."
	"You're married though."
	"Yeah.  What of it?"
	"Most married guys are not into sex with queers."
	"Well, I've just always wondered about it you know.  The wife stayed home
this time, and it being San Francisco and all I just hoped something would
happen."
	"It looks like you could stand a little more excitement."  I took over
stroking his monster cock.
	"Yeah.  I can usually cum four or five times before I dry up.  You have any
other ideas?"
	"We could go back to my place, and spend the night fucking."
	"Wow.  Just like that?"
	"Just like that.  I'd love to get this monster wedged in my ass for a few
hours."
	"Sounds nice.  I've never fucked a guy before, or an ass for that matter.
Let's do it."
	"Great. I'll clean up this mess, and meet you out front in ten minutes.  We
can shower at my place."
	We took a cab to my apartment building, and when I opened my apartment
door, Matt was all over me, kissing, groping and rubbing his body against
mine.  I couldn't believe this was a straight man the way he was acting.
But still there was the evidence of his little gold band on his ring finger.
	"So you don't get much male sex in Denver?"
	"Oh, I'd never do anything like this in Denver.  It's too small a town.
Word would get around."
	"What about your wife?"
	"That bitch?  Let's not talk about her.  Suffice it to say, I married the
boss's daughter in order to get ahead in the company.  She was hot for kids
with somebody who looks like me.  I've given her three, and she's cut off
sex, because three is all she wants.  In the mean time, I'm left hanging in
the wind sexually."
	"No mistress on the side?"
	"Like I said, it's a small town.  Someone would figure it out.  I'll
inherit controlling interest in the company when the old man dies, which is
my goal.  The wife and kids are well cared for in the will, but I'll be my
own boss again, and then I won't care who knows I'm gay."
	"Can I offer you something to drink?"
	"No thanks.  Let's shower and get to it.  I'm horny enough to start fucking
my shoe."  I led the way to my large shower and bath, and we stripped on the
way.  The walls in my bathroom, are inset with large areas of floor to
ceiling mirror, which I like, because I enjoy seeing myself nude.  On
occasion, I also get the chance to experience watching other men interacting
with me in my mirrors.  It's a real turn on being able to watch yourself get
fucked by some big hunk of beefcake.  I like the contrast of big American
fucker, and little Japanese fuckee.
	In the shower, I started using my scrubber brush with scented soap on his
beautiful muscular back.  The stiff bristles of the brush made his skin
glow.  I made sure all the oil residue was off his body from the rubdown I'd
given him, then I got on my knees behind him, and had him bend and spread
his asscheeks.  My face was so small compared to his massive cheeks, that I
almost fell in between the crack, which was all the better for Matt.  My
tongue went to work on his pucker, and he was soon moaning and pulling on
his big ten inch cock and squeezing his hanging balls.
	After he was primed with my rimjob, I stood up and turned off the water.  I
stepped out of the open shower area, and returned with a tube of KY and an
extra large rubber.  Compared to my little five inch Japanese dick, all
rubbers are extra large, but for Matt, the one I chose was truly big.
	"Are you asking me to fuck you?"  Matt seemed incredulous.
	"Of course.  That's why we came here isn't it?"
	"I don't know man.  I'm so big, and you're so small.  I wouldn't want to
hurt you."
	"Let me worry about that.  I've had big guys humping around in my ass lots
of times, and I wouldn't call it hurtful.  I love a big cock like yours
nailing me to the wall.  I especially love it when I can watch myself
getting nailed in the mirrors.  Do you mind?"
	"No man.  It sounds fucking hot."  I rolled the huge rubber down his stiff
shaft, and greased him and myself up.  I positioned myself for the best
viewing, and wiggled my cute little Japanese asscheeks at him.  He stepped
up to me and I watched as he slapped my cheeks a few times with his big
whanger.  The steeliness of his flesh gave me goose bumps it felt so hard.
This was going to be one glorious fuck.  I knew it before it started.
	Matt got down to business, and placed the big head of his night stick at my
opening.  I think he was afraid to put it in the size contrast seemed too
great to him.  He rubbed the flaring glans into my crack and stroked himself
a few times, but he made no move to actually penetrate my body.  I was
moaning in lust for it, and couldn't wait any longer.  I reached through my
legs, and gripped his shaft, and impaled myself on the big head.  My ass was
so ready, he slid right into me.  I pressed back against him, driving my ass
onto his flexing dick until I felt his balls rubbing the backs of my thighs
as they swung between us.
	My little balls are almost incidental to my cock, so it felt for a moment
like I had developed a huge set of door knockers, and I felt a thrill
looking into the glass, and seeing that huge dick buried to the hilt in my
butt.
	"Ohh man," Matt moaned.  "You're so fucking tight, I could fuck you all
night."
	"I was hoping you'd say that.  I love long serious fucks."
	"Are you ready?"
	"Yeah!  Fuck me Matt.  Don't be afraid pounding my butt to a pulp.  The
rougher the better.  I really like a hard stake like yours tearing my ass
apart."  The slutty talk excited him, and in a few moments, he was fucking
me hard, stroking his shaft in and out of me at warp speed.  He placed his
hands on my hips, and suddenly I was airborne.  A man who presses four
hundred pounds with ease, has no trouble with a ninety pound Japanese slut.
He was fucking me like a machine, his beautiful hips a blur in the mirrors,
and my ass looked like it was being dragged inside out every time his big
American dick reversed itself and pulled out of me.  I loved seeing my
asslips stretched what felt like two inches squeezing and caressing his cock
before it reversed again and plunged back into me at lightning speed.
	The moment arrived, when his dick had pumped across my prostate enough
times, and no matter how much I fought it my little nuts started their job.
They twisted up tight as berries against my shaft, and I started squirting
my spunk against the shower tile.
	"Ohhshit!  I'm cumming!"  The cocksnot flew out of me, and the strong spicy
odor of cum filled the air in the steamy stall.  Matt groaned, and cupped a
big hand around my little dick and caught a gush of spunk in his palm.  He
used the slickness as lube, and began jacking my sensitive cock.  His hand
was so big, his two smallest fingers actually hooked under my nuts, and he
jacked and massaged them at the same time.  I was so horny for this man, my
dick never got soft.
	He continued to stroke into my butthole like a freight train, and I felt my
feet touch the tiles again.  His free hand rubbed up and down my chest, and
found my little nipples.  My nubs stood up under the attention like hungry
puppies, and got pinched for their trouble.  I groaned, and my nuts felt
like they had more to give suddenly.
	Matt was beginning to breathe harder, and I could see in the mirror his
ball sack was contracting up to his body.  I knew I was about to get my ass
creamed.  I reached through my legs, and squeezed his big nuts with my tiny
hand, and he grunted once, and I felt him lurch in me, and then stiffen his
body.  His big cock started flexing, and the thick tube on underside his
shaft began pumping cum through my tight little opening as his churning nuts
emptied another load.
	My own little dick spoke up with a few sympathy shots, and we rolled and
humped to a grinding crescendo of funky sexual groaning and grunting.  Matt
spent the night, and we had at each other several times, and the next day,
my hole felt like it had been stretched to capacity, but I loved every
minute of his big beefy dick sliding into me.
	He told me he had planned to go back to Denver after the convention, but
that if I'd have him, he'd love to spend the weekend fucking me.  I readily
agreed, and I'm busy making a traditional Japanese meal in the kitchen.
He's due back from Mosconni Hall any minute.

End