THE HYPER-MASCULINE DUDE

HE WAS MUCHO MACHO AND MUCH MORE

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By Kevin McLean

You have seen him at the Home Depot…at the gas station or the bank. He is that elusive dude that walks around with confidence in his pocket and a big cock in his crotch. He knows what he is; he is sure of himself, almost arrogant and handsome as hell. You don’t stand a chance, you think because this cat is a consummate pussy eater, he is addicted to cunt and it would be a cold day in hell before you find him in your bed.

But strange things do happen and there are exceptions to every rule. Let’s face it when a guy is horny he really doesn’t stop to think which hole he sticks his dick into. If you add to that a few beers or a couple of drinks then all inhibitions evaporate. Rarely do you find a guy in that situation…no, not like this good looking stud…he had plenty of women willing to get fucked by him and he is not anywhere near horny.

Bonita and I used to go out a lot to both gay and straight joints. Sometimes she would get pissed at me because I would end up picking up some of the most gorgeous “straight” guy at the places we went to…and she would have luck in gay bars because once in a while there would be some stranded straight just accompanying some queen…and Bonita would do her magic.

This one night we went to a well known watering hole that was infamous for women of easy virtue and the men who pursued them. We sat in a lounger type chair, and had our drinks in a little table in front. Bonita was looking awesome that night…her dress was more like a very sexy night gown straight from Frederick’s of Hollywood…her tits protruding out, perky and with a very luscious cleavage. She was the queen of the place…her competition was feeling the pressure…mostly divorcees in their forties who had lost their husbands to some trophy wife or airline flight attendant when their tits were starting to reach their knees.

Bonita was not seating for long…the guys would mill about near us, getting enough courage then asking her to dance. She had her designs on a couple of them. One of them was this thirty something hyper-masculine dude…hairy and handsome…tall and tanned. His name was Mike…Mike Casey…at least I think that is what he said. He sat down with us and Bonita went on to dance with another dude.

So I was left seating next to this stud and he asked me: “You are not her boyfriend, are you?”

Me: “No, we are very good friends”

Mike: “And you are gay, right?”

Me: “Yeah, you have a problem with that?”

Mike: “No, not at all, I just figured it out”

Me: “And that kind of bothers you, doesn’t it?”

Mike: “No, actually, you are going to be surprised by what I am about to say” He got up from where he was sitting next to me and stood in front of me…he had blue jeans that were a bit tight and that is when I saw the bulge…the basket on this man was incredible.

Me: “What might that be?” I was a bit flippant and arrogant…I was not in the mood to play games at that point but I looked into this guy’s eyes and as macho as he was I actually felt sorry for him…and he was gorgeous and more.

Mike: “That I have never had a homosexual experience and I am thirty two years old…I think it is about time I did…what do you say we go to my place and mess around?”

I just stood frozen in my tracks…I didn’t know what to say and I always have a lot to say. I also thought that this guy was being honest…something told me that he was telling me the truth. So I said to him: “what makes you think that I am available for a teaching lesson?”

Mike: “Oh, I don’t know, I thought you were a good looking dude and that every time I have been propositioned it has been by some dirty old man and I have had the urge to deck them…but with you I think I could do things…I am not sure, I am not grossed out or anything like that”.

Me: “Ok, Mike…we will try…you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to and we will go at your own pace…you make the moves…I like it that way anyhow…I like a man who takes charge”

Mike: “I figured you would…I don’t live too far from here…did you drive or did your girlfriend?”

Me: “Bonita drove…but let me tell her we are leaving”

We got to his apartment and it was tiny. He said he spent very little time in it…He worked 16 hour days…he was a construction foreman or something to that extent. Butch occupation if you

ask me anyhow. The first thing Mike did was to undress…I didn’t ask, he did it automatically and without shame. It was as if he had done it before…but then he stood there and began posing. He was expecting adoration, he wanted me to be at awe and admire him. I guess I now figured out what he was about…a bit narcissistic and seeking validation as well as horny. So I was more than willing to give it to him…after all, I was genuinely impressed with his body…hairy and testosterone ridden.

Mike had a very hairy chest and nice muscles…firm stomach and very strong legs. It was obvious he went to the gym…often; because you don’t get a body like that out of a box of Wheaties.

He removed his undershirt and I went crazy…I wanted to go there and just start caressing that hairy chest…I was anticipating the nibbling of the nipples, the licking of those hairy armpits.

He lifted the undershirt slowly, crossed his arms and looked at me…a smile followed…a very mischievous smile…then he continued to take it off. He kind of halfway sat on a speaker and looked at his erect cock…then looked at me and he said: “do you want to suck it?” That is one question you don’t ask a cock sucker like me, so I went and began to give him head.

Mike: “Oh, man, that feels good…ah, yeah, suck it…that’s it…man, you are better than any chick, dude”

Then without asking, he pushed away my mouth and turned me around, very assertively and just started to caress my ass, next thing I knew he had two fingers inside my pucker and it was followed by a penetration only lubricated by some spit he provided. As far as fucking, this guy had the moves…it was obvious he had fucked chicks in the ass before and enjoyed it. He was hitting my prostate just at the right angle and I thought I would have an orgasm…I told him, so he pulled out his cock from my ass and then surprisingly he leaned against the speaker and invited me to eat his ass.

Mike: “Yeah, eat my ass, yeah, yeah, that is good, yeah, fuck yeah, yeah, fuck, fuck, ah, fuck me, I want you to fuck me, fuck my ass”

Can you imagine, a consummate bottom like me being asked to fuck a stud he was expecting to get fucked by him?

I complied…I went ahead and penetrated Mike and this is what he was saying: “Oh, man, that feels good…I can’t believe I am actually getting fucked by a dude…and it feels good, oh, shit, ah, ah, I’m gonna shoot my load man” I couldn’t believe my ears…the sounds he was making were a mixture of unintelligible grunts and a sprinkle of profanities: “mother fucking @%^$ shit, ah, you are a good mother fucking @$%$%#$ (grunts) fucker, fuck my fucking ass, yeah, yeah, ah, oh shit, #$%@$^# ah, ah…I’m shooting my fucking load, fuck me harder, ram it in deeper…ah, yeah, fuck, fuck, aaaaaaah.

He shot a load that flew across the room, then it kept shooting spurts with a very energetic and abundant cum load. I also came inside his ass…couldn’t help it as he was contracting his ass muscles it gave me extra stimulation and I shot my wad.

It is not surprising Bonita gets pissed at me…wait until I tell her that the most macho, masculine man at that bar took me home and little old Kevin, the biggest bottom in Miami actually fucked him in the ass.


 

My ass, voted the best in Miami