SO WHAT IF HE WAS NO TWINK
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By Kevin McLean
He was no spring chicken; in fact, just by looking at him you could tell he’d been around the block a few times. Yet with his imposing physique and ruggedly handsome face he was able to get your undivided attention and even conjure up images in your mind of him making love to you.
Then when he spoke it was even worse; he had that broadcast type voice that was deep and masculine with the Midwest roots that also flaunted a folksy familiarity…that and it being sprinkled with a few words of profanity; like fuck and shit, mother fucking and asshole; it made it very approachable and tempting.
For me, a consummate bottom he was the poster boy for macho man. I knew that there would never flourish a romance…this guy was a no-nonsense realist and very detached emotionally. I thought he would not be capable of intimacy; only a good fuck…perhaps a charity fuck was a possibility even if my ass is the best bubble butt in Miami.
Gary Chapman had tats all over his body and you know what a sucker for tattoos I am; both his nipples had rings in them and he was uncut although not terribly big…about seven inches; but what a pretty cock that was.
I met Gary under very unusual circumstances; I drove my friend Richard to the Port of Miami where he was to go on a cruise for a week to the Caribbean. I swear the son of a bitch must have taken enough stuff for three months. He said there were costumes and stuff. I didn’t question it but had to carry some very heavy bags to have them checked in. Of course I was sweating in the hot Miami heat and once I told him goodbye I went to the restroom to pee and freshen up…at least wipe off some of the sweat.
I took a piss and I was splashing water on my face when Gary walked in…similarly hot and sweaty and I can only guess that he had just done the same thing I had. But he came to the sink first and washed his hands and splashed some water on his face then looked at me and smiled. Getting a smile out of Gary is like watching two hummingbirds mate…fleeting and rare.
He then took off his shirt and now I was hooked. I had to look at his body and all the tats. He began to wash his torso and his hairy armpits, grabbing paper towels to dry off. What was I supposed to do? I did just the same…took off my shirt, splashed some water on my upper body and dried it off. Then Gary uttered some words and that was the first time I heard that deep masculine voice: “mother fucking women, this chick had four mother fucking bags for a fourteen day mother fucking cruise...go figure”
That is when I thought about it and decided that his girlfriend was not on the same ship as my friend Richard because his was a one week cruise and it was all gay. Then Gary finished his torso and went on to wash his genitals…you know, his ass crack and balls which must have been deliciously sweaty and smelling of macho scent by then. Again, I could not help and stared he knew it and I knew it. Gary was now doing this for my benefit.
He put on his shirt and then went to the urinal and while he was there, he made sure that he was turned a little sideways in order to afford me a good look at what he was doing. I looked again, this time without pretense and deliberately and he began to get hard after he finished peeing.
Gary was now sporting a full erection, looked at me and gave me a very mischievous look, looked down at his cock, looked at me again and said: “you want some of this?” You don’t ask a dedicated tearoom queen if he wants to suck dick it is like asking a fish if it likes the water. So I went over to where he was, got on the floor and began to give him a blow job.
I got his cock in my mouth and it was delicious I could smell the manly scent coming from his balls and pubes… I was transfixed and would have continued except he pulled his dick out and said: “man, this is just too risky…I can’t really concentrate…I can’t even enjoy it…would you like to come over to my apartment? My girlfriend will be gone for two weeks and there we can finish what we started.
I agreed and went out to the parking lot with him…his car wasn’t far from mine so I just followed him to North Miami and parked in one of the visitor’s space. We went up in the elevator and when we got inside the apartment Gary began to undress me…caressing my buttocks and guiding my hands to his crotch.
Gary: “I haven’t even told you my name…it is Gary Chapman”
Me: “I’m Kevin McLean” as I grabbed his crotch and felt the swelling dick.
Gary: “Tell me Kevin, do you like to get it up your ass? Do you enjoy getting fucked? Because that is what I am in the mood for right now…I sure would like to fuck a tight ass”
Me: “It all depends…for a guy like you, I am more than game”
Gary: “good, let’s go to the living room”
And we shed all of our clothes and Gary began to kiss my body, licking it and I did the same. He was salty of course but the macho scent was what was driving me up a wall.
I sat on the couch and he climbed on top of me his hands traveling all over my body and eventually getting to my ass crack…there he lingered and got his fingers wet with my saliva and then he began to finger fuck me; one, two, three and then four fingers…I thought he was going to continue and fist fuck me but by the time all this took place I was already to receive his dick up my ass.
He sat me on the couch, raised my legs and began penetration. Gary knew how to fuck and it was clear that he had done this before. As I said at the beginning…this is one dude that has been around the block.
“Oh Jesus fucking Christ Kevin, you have the best ass, it is so hot…and it is so hard…you are super tight, does that hurt?” He said this just as the head went past the pucker opening and I gasped.
Me: “No, there is some discomfort but it will soon go away…just keep it there for a few seconds without moving and I will get used to it” What I didn’t tell him was that I was already used to it and just wanted for him to fuck the daylights out of me starting to just thrust the fucking thing into my ass…but I wanted him to get the impression that he was getting an unused ass…well at least one that didn’t belong to a slut like me.
Gary began to move and boy, could this guy move…it was a very graceful undulating motion where his lower body moved and the top stood stationary. It was extremely pleasant because he had a rhythm and a pace that coincided with my anal contractions. I knew if he only increased the pace I was going to be shooting my wad in the front plus getting one hell of an anal orgasm…and that is exactly what he did…after about five minutes of fucking me like that; I could sense an increase in the pace, a sense of urgency punctuated by heavier breathing and an occasional “whoa, shit, ah, whoa, fuck, ah, mother fuck, yeah, yeah, yeah, take my dick, squeeze it with your ass, that’s it, milk it, yeah, fuck yeah, you are making me cum, ah, ah, ah, ah, fuck yeah, aaaaaaaaaaaahhh!.
After that he asked me to stick around and about an hour later we went at it again. This time he fucked me longer but when he was ready to shoot his wad, he took his dick out of my ass and brought it to my face and proceeded to give me a very substantial facial.
Of course when it was all over, Gary didn’t even want me to leave…he made me come back the next day and the next for repeat performances. We did this for the whole two weeks his girlfriend was on that cruise.
Then I met Jack who was just as macho and as exciting as Gary, only slimmer and kind of like a dude from the seventies…here is what he looked like:
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