Graham

By Richard Jasper 
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Author's Note

One of the first stories I ever posted online and consequently short (just over 500 words) and very little in the way of sex I’d come out and had had my first ever same-sex experience less than six months previously. – rpj

Part 1

He was a good bit taller than I and about 20 pounds heavier. At 6’3” and 220 pounds, Graham was solid muscle, with a 50-inch chest, 34-inch waist, 18-inch biceps. And so on. And so forth. Standing behind me, he reached those big arms around my chest and began fondling my nipples.

“You’re really a lot bigger than you pretend to be,” he murmured in my ear. “I can barely get my arms around your chest.”

I felt his long, hard dick growing up my back. It felt like a snake—smooth, silky, muscular, hot. I guided his muscular, hairy forearms down across the swell of my chest, down across my firming abdomen.

“I’ve lost two inches off my waist in the past month,” I said.

Graham purred.

“And for someone who hasn’t lifted in 10 years you pump up quite nicely,” he added.

I moved his hands…there! It felt so good. It felt …

“So thick,” Graham mumbled. “Yes, I do, I do like them thick.”

Not as thick, though, as Graham’s, nor as long. I felt him slide his long, hot, thick poker between my thighs. I squeezed and he moaned softly.

“A lot to be said for isometric exercises, don’t you think?”

I felt his beard caressing my neck in affirmation.

“Very underrated,” I continued, squeezing my butt—he gave a little gasp of surprise. I followed with another flexing of my thighs. I felt a tremble between them. I disengaged then, quickly but fluidly, and went down to my knees. It was so big and so thick. You wouldn’t think—given my maxillofacial structure—that I could get it all in. But I did.

He lay back then and I could watch the gentle heaving of his washboard abs, the line of sweat that ran the length of his fabulous triceps, his arms above his head and gripping the top of the sofa.

“You magnificent fucking hairy animal,” he moaned, and I applied myself more. “You make me so….”

I could feel the rhythmic pounding of his cock and I pulled away, quickly putting my hand where my mouth had been and the geyser! that came forth caused my toes to tingle, it was so hot, so bold. And I wouldn’t let go…

“No, no, I mean, you can’t, I mean, I can’t,” he mumbled, and then he started giggling and then he started laughing and then I stopped. I rocked back on my heels and cocked an eyebrow.

“Well, that’s the first time I’ve ever been laughed at during an orgasm,” I said archly.

“Oh, please,” he cried, tears streaming down his face. “You don’t understand. It felt so good. It was either laugh or cry and laughing felt better. It was w-o-n-d-e-r-f-u-l…!

And then he showed me just how much he appreciated my attentions.


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