Probably should have worn some underwear. I’m pretty sure my big ol’ boner’s peekin’ out the bottom of my shorts. But I figured, what the hell, I’m just going down the hallway of the Super 8 to the ice machine, so I shouldn’t run into anyone who’d care much. Almost two in the morning. No noise from the closed doors except the occasional quiet murmur of TV and the rattle of a snore or two.
When the door to Room 205 pulls open with a jerk, I try to move to the other side of the hallway, but my fuckin’ hairy feet catch on the rough indoor/outdoor carpet and instead I stumble right into the guy comin’ out.
And what a guy to stumble into! I’m 6’4” and he’s probably got an inch or so on me, dark hair cut close to his scalp, blue fucky eyes that look like granite pebbles in clear water. He has a little partial goatee that covers his chin in tight dark stubble and fuck if that jaw don’t look solid and square and made of iron. He looks like some linebacker past his prime. But not that far past...
In fact he looks a lot like... shit, it couldn’t be...
“Jimbo?” I ask. “Jimbo Darnelle?”
The big bruiser looks at me like I’m some kind of terrorist, sharp blue eyes all squinted up. Suddenly his eyes go wide.
“Holy shit!” he says. He takes a step back and looks me up and down. “Look at you!”
“Jesus, Jimbo,” I say, sticking out my paw, “What the hell you doing here?”
“I can’t believe it,” Jimbo says, “I haven’t seen you since... Christ, how long’s it been? Ten years?”
“We graduated closer to twenty years ago, dude,” I laugh as he shakes my paw. His grip is firm and beefy and his forearms are a mass of fur-covered muscle. Back in high school, this guy played football for our high school and was considered a local hunk. He was gregarious enough, but we ran in different circles and I never knew him well. He seemed to always shut up around me and I took it for being stuck-up or something.
“You haven’t changed a bit,” I say, staring blatantly at his midriff. He’s wearing a cutoff jersey and his abs look like that of a twenty-year old, though we’re both in our mid-forties. His rippling stomach muscles are dusted with fur that looks like its been trimmed. I tug on my shorts a bit ‘cause I’m pretty sure my boner’s noticed this hunk as well and wants to come out for a better look.
“Thanks, bud,” he says. He pats his stomach and laughs. “I try to keep in shape, you know.”
“I can see,” I say.
“Looks like you’ve filled out some,” he says. He has a killer grin. Kind of one-sided with rows of perfect white corncob teeth. I pat my round hairy belly and grin right back.
“Yeah, gettin’ curvy in my old age,” I say.
His eyes meet mine. “Yeah,” he says, “Well, it looks good on you.”
He nods at me quietly. Smiling that killer grin. His eyes stay locked on mine. His hand softly rubbing his abs.
“Thanks,” I say. “In shape looks mighty good on you, too.” I venture. I mean, hell, I don’t know. I don’t remember the guy that well. I remember seeing him with girls on his arm in school, but who knows what can happen in twenty years? Maybe he’s branched out.
He pulls up a beefy hand, thumb extended toward his room. “Wanna come in for a bit?” he says. “I wasn’t really headin’ anywhere. Just kinda bored and lookin’ for...” His voice trails off. He smiles his killer grin again. My boner’s not only peekin’ out, it’s droolin’ too. “Man,” he says, “It’s so good to see you. Come on in.”
What the hell? I step into his room which looks just like mine. Long desk, mirror, TV, queen-size bed with a loud blue and red print on the cover.
“Want a drink?” he says pointing to a cooler on the floor beneath the desk. “I got beer.”
He bends over to lift the lid and he’s wearing these real thin shorts that hike up and I can see the curve of his ass cheeks hanging down and I gotta tell you... I haven’t seen such beautiful, powerful, muscled ass in centuries.
“Yeah,” I say weakly. I need to sit down. “I’ll take a brew.” I sit on the edge of the bed and stare at his ass. The muscles are so hard they look like a horse’s ass, big and hard and long. His calves are bisected beautifully and my impulse is to grab and bite them, they look so good. I hear the rumble of the bottles in the ice and he sure is takin’ his time gettin’ those beers.
And then I notice. He’s watching me in the mirror. He’s been watching me stare at his ass. The tip of my cock is drooling on his bedsheet.
And he’s grinning like a cheshire cat.
“Like what you see, buddy?” he says.
I gulp. I mean, seriously. I have to swallow to keep from drooling out my mouth like I’m drooling out my cock. “Yeah, Jimbo,” I say all low and growly. “I guess I do.”
Jimbo turns and it’s obvious that his interest has been growing as well and my eyes wander from his bulging shorts to his muscled abs to the beer he’s holding out dripping in front of him. I take the beer and twist the cap off and chug a few deep chugs as he rubs the fur on his belly.
“I had such a fuckin’ crush on you in high school,” he says. “But you know... I couldn’t say anything then, ‘cause...” His voice trails off again.
“You had a crush on me?” I say. “I mean, you could have had anybody in that school, why the fuck would you have a crush on a guy like me?”
In response he pulls off his cutoff jersey and reveals a massive chest, two tiny but fuckin’ pert nipples and biceps that could crush your head open like a bad walnut. He tucks two thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and pulls ‘em down without fanfare. He kicks them off his feet into the corner. His legs are stunning and his balls are two giant fuzzy orbs hanging low beneath a large full veiny cock.
“Don’t know why I had a crush on you,” he says. “I guess I always liked big guys.”
He reaches down and pulls my shirt up by the bottom. It goes over my head and lands on the floor. “Stand up,” he says.
Yes, sir, whatever you want, dude. I stand and he comes up to me, face-to-face, chest-to-chest, like two football players ready to scrimmage. “Take off your shorts,” he whispers.
I drop my shorts off my hips, step out of them. My cock is so hard, I need to shuck the skin back so it doesn’t fuckin’ rip open. He watches me pull the skin back, still smiling that killer smile. He takes a step closer and I can feel the heat of his body. My cock throbs and knocks against his hard cock.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” he whispers.
And all I can feel is his lips on mine and his tongue entering my mouth and I think I could cum just thinking about what’s going on. His arms go around my shoulders and mine go around his waist. His back muscles are hard and corded and I can’t believe this bull is in my arms and my cock and his are bobbin’ against each other like two snakes fighting.
He pulls back. “What do you like?” he asks. He’s kind of breathless from the kissing and I can tell he wants it as bad as I do.
“I think I gotta taste that rock hard ass of yours,” I say.
“Aw, fuck,” he says. “I love gettin’ rimmed by a bearded man.” He laughs and pushes my chest with the tips of his fingers. I fall back onto the bed.
He turns and his big hands go flat on the long table beneath the mirror. His legs spread and his rock hard ass is directly in front of my face. His balls and cock hang below and for a moment, I’m milking his cock from behind with long downward strokes. He groans and his ass wiggles a bit.
“Careful, big man,” he says. “You got me so hot it won’t take much for me to shoot.”
I stop milkin’ his dick and start pulling apart his ass muscles, which is not an easy task, considering what massive gluts the guy has, but he relaxes and soon I have sight of a tight beautiful perfect pucker. I move in and get a slight hint of sweat, manly musk and soap before my tongue touches the pucker and plays.
“Aw, god,” he says with a heavy sigh. His ass twitches and my tongue moves in a bit and out again, licking and playing with that beautiful asshole. “Rim me out, man,” he says. “Oh, god.”
I use the flat of my tongue and lap his asshole like a fuckin’ dog and he starts making weird noises like whining and my tongue is gettin’ his asshole awful juicy with spit and that just gets my cock thinkin’ as it throbs on the bedcover. My balls are rumblin’ too and they want nothing more than to empty into this tight juicy linebacker ass.
“Aw, god,” he groans. “You gotta fuck me, dude.”
Like he fuckin’ read my mind.
Without moving much, he grabs the small drawer from beneath the long table under the mirror. He pulls the drawer completely out of the desk and throws it on the bed beside me. In it are packets of condoms and lube.
“Hurry up, man,” he says. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”
I rip open a condom and start rollin’ it down my dick which ain’t difficult considering how fuckin’ hard my dick is.
“I used to jack off dreaming of you fuckin’ me,” he says. His ass is swaying right in front of my face and I feel dizzy with the blood rushing to my cock. “Did you ever fantasize about me?” he says.
Ah, Jimbo. “About every fuckin’ day.”
I pull back and lick my finger and insert it into his tight ass. I watch my finger sink to the palm into his asshole and inside I feel the soft moist folds of his insides and my cock thumps on the bedcover like a dog’s tail.
“Yeah, man,” he says. “Yeah, more.”
I pull my finger out and lick it again. It’s musky but real nice and it gets me even hotter and I’m growling like the fuckin’ bear I am when I stick two fingers to the hilt into his squirming, itchy ass. He gasps, but he takes it like a man and soon I’m going for three.
“Ah, stop teasing me,” he says with a gruff laugh. “I want your cock, big man. Give it to me now,” he demands.
Who am I to argue? I stand behind him, lift the heft of my condom-sheathed cock, rip open a pack of lube and dribble some on my cock. Then I dribble some lube high on the cleft of his ass muscles. The cool liquid drools down onto his hole and I watch as his pucker twitches and lube bubbles on the edge of the hole.
“You ready, Jimbo?” I say.
“Don’t be gentle,” he says. “Please, god, just fuck me hard.”
My cock doesn’t hesitate much. It pushes into that tight hole like a badger burrowing and Jimbo is practically gulping trying to take me so fast. “Fuck,” he says between clenched teeth. But he says, “Don’t stop. Get it in, man.”
And I push it on in. It’s gotta hurt but the guy really wants it and I’m pulling back on his hips until my pubes are pressed against his asscheeks and my cock is buried in the tightest, warmest, slickest place it’s been in ages.
“Fuck, Jimbo,” I say. My arms circle his chest and we just hang on a moment, his hands on the table, my arms around his hard pecs. I feel him breathing hard. My hairy belly smashes against the muscles of his back.
“Feels. So... good,” Jimbo says. “All right. I’m ready.”
And I pull back and push in. And he groans and his head is thrown back and I can see over his back and shoulders into the mirror and his cock is so big and hard it’s throbbing on the desktop and his chest heaves beneath my hands and his throat is open and if I wasn’t busy pushin’ my cock back up his ass, I’d be kissing all over that neck of his.
“Fuck, yeah,” he says. “Harder.”
I slam back down his ass and pull back slowly and slam back down, like some maniacal jackhammer and I don’t give a shit anymore except for what my cock is asking for and next thing I know we are just fucking like two dogs in heat. The sweat pouring down his back can’t be distinguished from the sweat rolling off my hairy belly and my balls are slap slap slapping against his ass cheeks.
He leans up a bit and opens his eyes and looks at me through the mirror. His blue unflinching eyes punch a whole in my heart and I pound his ass staring right at him. We are quiet and there’s nothing in the room but the sound of two men fucking and our breath rising and falling and the soft groans that come from both of us. Slap, slap, slap goes my balls. We both groan out loud.
“I’m gonna cum,” he says. In the mirror, I watch his cock spurt hot splashes of cum all over the table, his balls dangling below pumping up cum like a fountain. His ass is tightening with each shot and this sends me over.
“Aww,” I groan. And I’m cumming and cumming like I haven’t cum since I was eighteen and gallons of the stuff is filling the condom and who knows how it can contain it all. My cock is shuddering inside his ass and he’s laughing from the pleasure of it.
My hands rub his tits and tweak his nipples and he growls and says, “Oh yeah! Ah yeah!”
Fuckin’ touchdown.
My cock slobbers and flops out of his tight asshole and I’m out of breath and sweat flows down my hairy body. Jimbo turns and grabs my head like a football and kisses me deep. I suck on his tongue until I can’t breathe.
“That was fuckin’ worth the wait,” he says when he comes up for air.
“Definitely,” I say. “Let’s not wait another twenty years.”
“Twenty years?” he says. “Hell, big man... give me twenty minutes.”
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