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I met Kevin at the gym shortly before two in the afternoon last Friday. He was set to box later that night and was putting in a last minute workout. The brown-skinned man was muscular all over but the bulk of his muscles were in his arms and upper chest. His abdomen was taut and hairless like his face and broad chest. I was at the gym to give him a special massage after his last minute workout.

“How’s it going?” I asked as I watched approach the ropes above me.

“Not bad, Georgie,” he said after he spit the teeth protector out. “I’m glad that you’re here.”

“I wouldn’t miss out on a chance to give you a rub down.”

Kevin squeezed between the ropes of the square circle and jumped to the floor next to me. I shifted the duffel bag across my shoulder and followed him to a private locker room in the back of the gym. Kevin had been boxing at the gym for the last ten years and he practically owned it. The gym’s owner put in the private locker room to keep him working out there. I locked the door behind me before I helped him take off his black boxing gloves.

“Any worries about tonight?” I asked as I kneeled to help take off his red boxing boots.

“None at all,” he replied. “I’m going against Blackstone tonight but I know some of his weaknesses. I watched him box his last three matches and he doesn’t guard his left side like he should. I should take him down in round three.”

Kevin stood up and pulled his red boxer shorts and white jock strap down to his ankles. I tried not to stare at his limp penis but I did steal a quick glance. His pubic mound and testicles were as hairless as his face. He stepped into the shower stall and turned on the water. I could have joined him in there since the door was lock but I wasn’t all sweaty. I didn’t watch as he washed off the sweat that he worked up for I was busy pulling lotions and towels out of my duffel bag.

After the muscular brown-skinned boxer stepped out of the shower, I handed him a special lavender-colored towel. The scent of lavender filled the room as he toweled off. He then climbed on the table in the center of the room. The muscular brown-skinned boxer lay on his stomach and I went to work massaging him from top to bottom.

Kevin dozed off after fifteen minutes but he woke up after thirty minutes. By that time, I was ready for him to turn over. I was not surprised at his erect cock for that was not the first massage that I had given him. I started giving him massages a year ago when his trainer suggested that he relax more. My name was passed around and he called me. I have been giving him special massages ever since.

I massaged his chest, abdomen, arms and legs. I saved his groin for last and I worked that area carefully with my fingers. My fingers went up and down his stiff penis. The boxer moaned as I gave him a handjob while he was stretched out on the table.

I could feel the heat radiating from his testicles as I slowly massaged them. I squeezed his shaft with my slippery hands. Kevin’s fully erect penis was seven inches and I squeezed every inch of it. I lightly ran my fingers over his swollen tip and I was glad that the lotion that I was using was non-toxic. I wrapped my moist mouth around his swollen tip and began sucking.

The lotion had a slight peppermint taste. I sucked his fully erect cock slowly and inhaled as much of his seven inches that I could. I managed about three-fourths before I gagged. I quickly withdrew my mouth from his fully erect cock.

I stripped off my clothes and pulled a condom out of my duffel bag. I opened the foil package and pulled the latex glove out. I then unfolded the condom down the boxer’s fully erect cock. I reached back into my duffel bag and withdrew a bottle of lubricant. I poured a generous amount on his condom-covered cock.

I climbed on the table and straddled Kevin’s chest.

“Are you ready to ride?” he asked with dreamy eyes.

“I’m ready if you’re willing,” I replied.

“I’m always willing, Georgie.”

I slowly impaled myself on the brown-skinned boxer’s condom-covered cock. I felt his hard manhood fill my anus and I let out a moan of pleasure. I rode Kevin and watched as my penis started to come alive. I reached down with one slippery hand and started stroking my dick. My penis grew erect at six inches and my hairy balls ached for release.

“Shoot your load into my mouth, Georgie,” the brown-skinned bower said. “I need my protein shake.”

I aimed my hard dick at his open mouth. I felt pre-cum ooze out of my piss hole shortly before I exploded. A thick stream of white semen landed inside Kevin’s open mouth. He swallowed every drop and I began to ride his fully erect condom-covered cock faster.

My anal muscles squeezed his manhood and he let out a loud moan as he climaxed. I felt his hot semen collect at the tip of the condom. His cock grew limp and I carefully slipped off him.

“Thanks, Georgie,” Kevin said. “I really needed that.”

“Glad to oblige,” I said as I carefully pulled the condom off his limp cock. “You just make sure that you win tonight’s match. Regardless if you win or lose, I’ll see you after the match for another special massage.”

“I’ll make you a deal. If I lose, then you can fuck my ass.”

“You haven’t lost a match since I met you and you always make the same deal.”

“That’s what motivates me to keep winning,” the brown-skinned boxer said with a chuckle. “I always want to fuck your ass.”

I laughed as I threw the used condom in the wastebasket in a corner. I then gathered my lotions and towels and stuffed them back into my duffel bag. I was back later that night and Kevin did fuck my ass again.

I found a great deal online and have already booked my next trip out to LA. A good friend on mine who has never been to Palm Springs is going to fly out from NYC and meet me in LA and then we’re going to drive out to PS for the weekend. There are a lot of pigs in PS so I’m expecting to have a good and greasy time out there. I will have to make sure I bring plenty of nail files out with me.

This week I’ve joined a new website which caters to guys into leather, rubber, sm, fisting, and many other fun activities. The guys on this site are from all over the world so I have been bombarded with messages from guys in Australia , Germany , Spain , Canada , the US , South American and Asia . Africa is the only continent (other than Antarctica ) that I haven’t gotten a message from.

I must say, there are many hot guys all over the world who want a good fist up their hole. And plenty more who haven’t tried it but want to. If only I was a pilot I would be happy to oblige them all. Until then, I must wait til they come to me, or if I make a trip out there way. I haven’t been to Europe in a long time, and never been out and about there. Every time I get an email from some boy in Germany , the Netherlands , etc. I say to myself, “I think it’s time to plan that trip to Europe .” Unfortunately I don’t expect to get there anytime soon, but one never knows. Hopefully by year end or early next year. It saddens me to think of all those empty holes on the other side of the pond.

This past week has been a little slow on the fisting front. Don’t get me wrong, there have been a few opportunities, but there has been a heat wave in NYC and for some reason that has put a little damper on my normally out-of-bounds sex drive. But that didn’t stop me from having sex with this totally hot Latin boy yesterday.

We met online and after I assured him that I was discreet and his boyfriend (who was away) would not find out, he agreed to come over. Now his pictures were very nice, but with any online meeting I have learned to keep my expectations to a moderate level. Well, surprisingly, he looked even better than his pictures. I could have grated cheese on his abs they were so perfect. He has a small waist, a nice chest and a wide back. He looked great, and even better with his clothes off and my dick in his mouth.

Today I met up with this Australian guy who I’ve been exchanging emails with for the better part of a year. He has been planning this big trip to the US and to many major cities across the country while he is here. He saw my profile up on a website that I belong too, and contacted me mid last year, to see if I wanted to meet up when he was in NYC. We exchanged emails and at some point I gave him my number. Well, last Friday I get a call from him, he was in NYC and wanted to know if I still wanted to meet up. I said yes and we made a plan to meet on Tuesday.

He arrived around 4pm . After meeting in person, he went off to get ready while I finished getting my apartment ready. The sling was already up and the rubber sheets on. I just needed to get out the Crisco and we were set.

We stared by making out and with me fingering his hole. He was about 5′9, nice body and a smooth pink hole that I could tell was just aching to be opened up. He was rockhard from the beginning, always a good sign. After spitting on his hole and getting it wet with my tongue I proceeded to fuckhim for a good while. I pushed his legs up to his shoulders, then I flipped him to his side, then again on his back while I pounded his nice ass. As I was about to come I could feel his hole tighten up and before I knew it he had blown a huge load across his chest and even on to his face. I came right after that and fell against him in exhaustion.

Now, I can come several times, but many guys I know are done once they come. I asked him if that was it for him and he gave me an emphatic, “no.” He said that he usually comes about 4 times, and he always comes before getting fisted, as it, ‘takes the edge off.’ This was great news because I really wanted to get my hand up his hole.

After we cleaned up a bit and recovered for a few minutes, I greased up a few fingers. I started by kissing him, one arm around his shoulders and the other under his leg and my greased fingers probing his hole. As I pushed one finger in I could feel him open up and just swallow it. He was definitely ready. As I got another two fingers in he was already rock hard again and starting to moan. I quickly changed positions and greased up my other hand. I then started to alternate with each hand, using 3-4 fingers going in and out of his greasy hole.

Mature is what some would call me… but idle? No way! I love sports and even though I maybe the oldest player on the team the guys treat me like one of the rest and the best.

My game? Rugby… And I’m not talking any Rugby, I’m talking Rugby Union and its not a pussy’s game! It’s the game, which some major heavy weights and great sportsman play all around the world play. Famous guys like Flatley, Lote Tuqiri, Bill Young and Stirling Mortlock… ok so I may be a mature player for our area but I still have my idols in this sport.

Rugby is one of the toughest sports around and today’s game is going to be one hum dinger. We’re playing one of the toughest sides in the country and we want to beat them to get to the rugby finals in a few weeks time. Fortunately there’s a new guy on the team and he is built almost like an outback shithouse and I was sure he would inspire all of the team. He’s young, virile and thoughts of getting to know him better were definitely on the cards… but not before the big game…

Minutes ticked away and it was almost full time. We were desperately trying to keep the other side at bay, were almost heading towards a try when a dummy pass went wrong and the ball was in the hands of Moe…

Suddenly the crowd went wild cause Moe from the other side knocked the ball on and the referee called a five metre scrum. We could almost hear the clock ticking in time with our hearts as we went into the scrum. This ref was strict and after 3 tries it eventually fell into place, the ball fed into the scrum by the scrumhalf was impeccable and we were in control again. I was on Tigga’s left and Joel the young blood was on his right when a dummy pass came my way and I managed to slip through almost unnoticed to score the first and only try of the match.

The crowd went wild and Joel jumped me, his hand grabbing my ass as he planted a kiss on my hot sweaty cheek… For a brief moment our eyes met and I knew I’d won his ass for getting the only try in the entire match.

Suddenly I was a hero, the pack carried me off the field and into the locker rooms where someone doused me in beer as a thank you and Joel stood to one side watching my every move.

Every guy stopped and congratulated me, we had all made the finals and we had all played well. It was time for the showers we so desperately needed. The room became steamy as the showers washed the mud and sweat from tired bodies. Smelly socks and jocks were all around us. It didn’t matter that most walked around naked. When the guys entered the showers several at a time they all came out smelling clean as a whistle moments later with towels wrapped around their waist.

I took my time, I was the eldest and I knew even though I’d scored the only try I wanted to take my time.. Most of the guys had finished when I realised that I wasn’t alone. I was still in my smelly jocks, my muddy boots were still attached to my feet when I looked up and saw Joel smiling at me with those big blue eyes of his.

The euphoria of winning was etched in his face as we sat together reliving the game over and over again. We were both so engrossed in our recollection of the game that we didn’t realise time had flown and we both decided to get a wiggle on.

I couldn’t believe this guy… He was teasing me by stripping in front of me and he was watching me to make sure I took in his desirable tendencies. I couldn’t help but notice the tat above his right nipple, it looked so real, so inviting and I was so desperate to have him. Within moments I’d stripped out of dirty boots and smelly socks followed by my sweat soaked top.

Before I knew it he was on me, sucking my nipples into his mouth, rolling them around with his tongue…

I pushed him away allowing me to admire his bulge, it was then that he grasped the waistband and pulled the strap down. In doing so he turned away from me bending forward a little and at the same time he was thrusting his ass back at me. The smart ass young jock was teasing me. My cock radar smelt the sweaty musky aroma of his hot ass but first I wanted to taste him.

I was on my knees in seconds, mature I maybe, but slow I am not…

My tongue licked around his sweaty puckered hole before plunging right on in. I held his hips while I savoured the special taste of 22 years old boy’s ass.

I penetrated his slick hole over and over and he kept pushing back against me begging for more of my soft but firm tongue. He relaxed and started to enjoy the hot rimming I was giving him and I certainly loved opening him up with my tongue… his moans of pleasure told me he was ready.

Somehow we both managed to move around until he was able to lie on the bench. I knew this boy had done this before, but I wasn’t prying… I wanted his ass not an explanation. I won his ass on the grounds when I scored that try, so with that in mind and with my cock throbbing for action I got to work on his glistening ring.

Joel lay back on the bench and pulled his legs up allowing me full access to his twitching ass. I managed to slide two fingers deep inside him easily enough, making him moan as my thick fingers spread him wide. While I worked on his ass, I released my throbbing cock from my the sweat and pre-cum soak pouch of my jock strap and wrapped my hand around the shaft, jerking it up and down slowly preparing it for a tight vice like grip….

Before I decided to take his ass and score a well earned after game try, I wanted to make sure he could take the entire thickness of my knob.

“Grab your cock and jerk it son, this might hurt some!”

I watched him wrap his hand around his cock, jerking it slowly while trying to hold his legs up and out of the way. When I thought he was ready I plunged a third finger deep into his anal cavity, he moaned and writhed as I stretched him wide…

Enough… I wanted his ass… Pulling my fingers from his hole I ordered him to turn over so that he was straddling the bench. I moved quickly behind him and with my rod hard as steel in my hand I held it close. Our sweat slick bodies glistened with nervous pleasure as another drop of pearl white pre-cum dripped from my cock.

I pressed the angry purple bulbous head against his tight hole before grabbing his hips and lunging forward sinking the entire 10 inches of my throbbing piece of man meat deep inside him. His moans echoed around the room, he was almost pleading me to stop but I’d only just started.

His tight ass gripped me as I pulled back, I heard a sigh of relief when he thought I was pulling out but I thrust forward again until I could feel no more resistance from his ass. Joel’s hole was stretched wide, his ass was hot and I fucked him hard.

He knew then I wasn’t pulling out of the hole I’d sunk into and he began grinding against me. Pushing back to meet my thrust, begging me to fuck him… He was suddenly like a horny beast fucking in the wild.

Joel couldn’t grab his cock cause he was lying on it, but that didn’t stop it getting a work out rubbing up and down the hard wooden bench seat. With every thrust I pushed him along the bench and when he pushed back against me his cock was caught in the crossfire.

Moans of heated passion echoed around the locker room. We were hanging out to cum but I wanted us both to shoot at the same time. I pulled him up by the scruff of the neck and with my hands holding his hips I had him standing. My pulsating cock stayed buried deep in his ass….

I moved my hands around to the front of him. With him grinding his ass into my groin and my balls banging against his, I found his cock.

Man, I nearly died… he’d make even the biggest donkey blush from embarrassment. He was huge, hung like a huge mountain donkey and thick. I managed to wrap both hands around his thickness and began to jerk his cock while we fucked. Over and over I slid in and out of his tight hole, I knew he was about to blow and I wasn’t far behind him.

Joel’s moans of pleasure were almost like a low animal moan, pure pleasure and full of lust. I could feel my seedy man juice on the boil and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. With him leaning back into me, his head resting on my shoulder and his arms around my neck holding on tight I was able to pound my cock deeper and deeper.

With teeth clenched and an ache in my balls I exploded, shooting wad after wad of hot cum deep inside his burning hole. I kept up my onslaught, my still hard cock performing like magic until Joel let out an animal cry as I stroked his cock one more time.

He almost collapse as he shot his load, the first full stream of white liquid gold hitting the locker across the room… over and over his cum spewed from his cock over the benches and onto the floor of the locker room. His ass pulsating from the wild orgasm squeezed my cock until it finally slipped out, limp but still tingling from the heat of the moment.

Joel with his head resting on my shoulder looked up into my eyes and told me that my ass was his after the finals…

All I could think about later that evening with my hand wrapped around my own cock jerking slowly was Joel’s donkey dick ripping my ass apart when the team wins the finals.

Julius Johnson had been a wrestler in high school and college. He won the majority of his matches and earned several awards and trophies. A talent scout from a professional wrestling leagued signed him with a contract five years ago. Crusher Steel became his alias and the fans loved to cheer or boo the broad-shouldered muscular man depending on who he was wrestling that night. He stood only five feet and nine inches while his weight was around two hundred pounds. He was completely hairless and only a few people knew how the wrestler warmed up before his matches.

One such person was his current gay lover, Charlie, who also served as his personal valet. He was taller than Julius by three inches and very slender. Charlie earned the nickname of the Cat due to his lithe moves around the ring. The pair had met three years ago at a gay bar and Julius decided to give him a job as his personal valet providing that he would also warm him up before each and every match. Charlie jumped at the offer but he refused to shave off his neck-length dark brown hair.

Part of Julius’s contract stated that the wrestler would always get a private dressing room. He and Charlie the Cat always arrived at the sports arena a good hour before Crusher Steel was set to wrestle. The broad-shouldered muscular man would strip before he laid down on a message table. His slender gay lover then proceeded to lightly run his fingers all over his naked body.

Charlie would then switch from using his fingers to using his lips. He ran his moist lips lightly over the wrestler’s skin and the results always brought an erection. Julius’s uncircumcised penis swelled from four inches to seven inches as he felt his gay lover’s lips. Charlie acted surprised at the sight of the broad-shouldered muscular man’s erect penis as if he had never seen one before.

“What do we have here?” he asked with a shocked tone. “Have you been having bad thoughts while I give you an innocent massage?”

“Maybe,” Julius replied. “Your lips feel great against my bare skin that I couldn’t help but to imagine how they feel wrapped around my cock. Why don’t you put those lips to better use than just rubbing them against my bare skin.”

Charlie the Cat smiled before wrapping his moist lips around the wrestler’s erect penis. He always massaged his hairless balls as he sucked the uncircumcised penis.

“Suck that hard cock,” Julius said between moans. “Take me deep inside your hot mouth.”

His slender gay lover would then deep throat his seven-inch cock until his jaw hurt. To keep him from exploding, Charlie squeezed the base of the shaft.

“I need your hard cock deep inside my ass,” he said after removing his mouth from the wrestler’s erect penis.

Charlie stripped off his clothes before grabbing a bottle of lubricant from his duffel bag. In addition to his neck-length hair, he had hair on his armpits, belly and pubic mound. He squirted a generous amount of the thick liquid into his palm before rubbing it all over Julius’s uncircumcised penis. He then carefully climbed on the massage table and impaled himself on the wrestler’s seven-inch cock. Charlie felt a little pain at the first moment of penetration but that pain quickly gave way to intense pleasure. He always enjoyed feeling the wrestler’s hard cock deep penetrating his tight anus.

Julius jerked his gay lover’s cock while he rode him slowly at first before picking up speed. His penis went go from three inches to six inches in a matter of moments. The slender man tried not to shout out as he climaxed. His hot semen shot out of his piss hole and land on the wrestler’s hairless belly. Julius then exploded deep inside his gay lover’s anal cavity.

Charlie the Cat climbed off the broad-shouldered muscular man after every drop was spilled inside him. They both hit the showers of the locker room before Julius put on his Crusher Steel wrestling uniform that consisted of black wrestling boots, dark gray tights and a red headband with the words “CRUSHED BY STEEL” printed on the front in black.

“Let’s go win another match,” Julius said as the pair left the dressing room for the main arena.

“Yeah,” Charlie said with a big grin. “You had your warm up and you will have your cool down after the match. Remember if you lose, I get to fuck your ass for a change.”

“I don’t plan on loosing so you better get used to having a sore ass for the next few days.”

They heard the announcer call out Crusher Steel’s name and they headed towards the square ring in the middle of the sports arena. The audience was cheering him that night since he was wrestling a villain known as Killer Kult.

After a long slug fest, Crusher Steel won the match. Charlie the Cat was glad that he had brought a full bottle of lubricant along for there would be plenty of gay sex back in the dressing room. He would not really mind having a sore ass for the next few days because he enjoyed the broad-shouldered muscular man’s hard cock plunging deep inside him. The pair rushed back to the dressing room for the wrestler’s cool down.