The first thing people tended to notice about Steve was the muscles. He had a lot of them. Years of bodybuilding, dieting and a single experiment with steroids in his youth had built his body into a fortress.
He was in his late 30s and thankfully seemed to be getting better with age. His dark, curly hair had thinned, but he kept it buzzed. His bulk and his scruff made him fairly popular in the gay scene, not that he went around the crowd very often these days. It had become unfulfilling of late. Interaction in general was having that effect. Thanks to a promotion, heâd even invested in his own workout equipment, allowing him to exercise away from the gym.
He didnât really miss it. He used to enjoy the admiration, but nowadays he preferred to lift in private. Having his own space also let him set his own dress code. Heâd never worked out in the nude, though he had come close. Besides, it was a good idea to have something on in the event that he had to run to the door.
As was the case now. Steve briskly walked to answer the doorbell, grateful that heâd only just started and not had much chance to sweat. He contemplated getting a shirt of some kind, but he figured the sweatpants were good enough.
Opening the door, he saw a young lady with dark hair, garbed in the type of revealing outfit heâd come to expect from the kids these days. She had a bag slung over her shoulder and was holding some pamphlets.
It was silent for a moment. She obviously had something to say. Steve quickly put two and two together as he spied her wandering eyes. He supposed heâd have a similar response if a half-naked muscle-man opened a doorâŚ
âHello, uh, sir,â she stammered, âIâm here to ask for your help! Weâre holding a fundraiserâŚâ
He sort of tuned her out. It was that time of year.
âSorry,â he interrupted, âIâve got a lot going on right now.â
She forced a look of determination and continued, âC'mon, sir. Even a dollar helps us out!â
He noticed that she was leaning forward and pushing out her chest. She had a rather large set for someone of her short stature. Still, that definitely wasnât going to work on him.
âSorry, miss,â he said, closing the door.
Mildly annoyed, he went back to his weight room and began pumping his biceps. Soon, heâd forgotten all about it and continued with his evening.
The next day was easier, with work flying by. Arriving home, he moved on to his workout. Heâd planned to add more difficulty onto his chest and back routines. He was certainly feeling it. This time he wore a white undershirt instead of going topless. As he was doing laundry, he simply chose to wear a pair of grey briefs down below. No one was going to see him.
But in the middle of a benchpress routine, he heard the doorbell. Hoisting his aching body up, he made his way into the foyer. He stopped at the door, realizing he was literally in his underwear. Most of his clothes were still in the wash. It would take a while to find anything else and this might be important. Sucking it in, he opened the door, positioning himself so his lower half was hidden from view.
It was not important. Standing before him was a girl like the one yesterday. This one was a little shorter, though just as shapely. She grinned, clearly eyeing Steveâs thick arm resting on the door frame. Unlike her predecessor, she seemed more composed.
âHey there, handsome,â she said, âIâve got a special deal for you.â
She ignored him, moving forward to lean on the doorframe, her head an inch from his hand. A little further and she might be able to see inâŚ
âEllie did her rounds yesterday and got quite a few donations,â she said, âBut she said she missed the stud who lives on the corner. Sheâs never been good with guys, but thatâs why Iâm here. Plus I wanted to see if you lived up to what she saidâŚâ
âLook,â he snapped, âWhatever it is, Iâm not interested, okay? Now, if youâll excuse meâŚâ
He stopped talking as she reached her hand around his forearm and began to caress, up and down. It would be easy to push her off, but he was a little stunned by the action.
âHereâs the deal,â she said with a grin, âEllie needs one more donation for a perfect record and Iâm going to help her get it. So, why donât you let me come in and see what I can do to persuade you.â
âThatâs not going to happen,â he replied, trying to pull his body further into hiding.
The situation was becoming more desperate as he felt himself hardening in his briefs. He had formed a bit of an exhibitionist fetish since bulking up. He really didnât want this girl to see. Then again, he was starting to get the impression that she wouldnât care. Still, unthinkable.
âWouldnât you rather we discuss terms in private?â she asked, reaching up to grope his solid shoulder.
âThis really isnât a good time to talk about anything,â he mumbled.
âThen we donât have to talk.â
His body jolted as he felt a pinch on his nipple. It had apparently been exposed the whole time, not surprising given his size and the tightness of the undershirt. He tried to reassert his position, but the girl had taken advantage of his distraction to slip inside. Steve now found himself standing before her in his underwear with a very visible boner.
She laughed. âWow. Looks like youâre all prepared!â
âItâs not like that,â he grumbled, trying to rebuild his pride so he could tell her to leave.
âSo, how about this? I suck you off and you give me that donation. Deal?â
Steve could barely believe what heâd heard. âWhat?â
Before he could say anything else, the girl had dropped down, pulling his briefs along for the ride. His cock sprang out and was nearly instantly sheathed in her mouth. He let out a gasp of both shock and unexpected pleasure. He was about to push her off when the hormones took over. It had been a while since heâd had any kind of sexual release.
Sure, she was a girl, but he supposed it couldnât hurt to just let it happen. It was really starting to feel good. He had no idea how old this girl was, but she knew how to suck a dick.
He nearly came when she first deep throated him. She gagged, pulling back to jerk him a little bit. He looked down to see her staring up. Her other hand was under her skirt, rubbing. For whatever reason, he felt himself harden further. Feeling it in her hand, she slapped his cock around on her face.
âWhere does Daddy wanna cum?â
His mind went blank for a moment. This was actually about to happen. And he wasnât stopping it. He pulled on the undershirt, his chest heaving from the ecstasy in his groin.
âSwallow it,â he groaned.
She immediately returned to the blow job, more intense than ever. It wasnât long before he was shooting down her throat. She swallowed it all and began gasping for air. Slowly, she got to her feet, still holding his cock. She was so short that her eye level was on par with his nipples, both of which were now exposed from his tugging on the shirt.
âDaddy tastes good,â she said, raising her other hand to touch her chin.
Steve saw that it glistened with whatever fluids she was producing under her skirt. He couldnât deny the curiosity and grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand to his mouth. His lips fit around her moist finger and he tasted her. He suddenly felt the urge to ravage this girlâŚ
âSo,â she giggled, âYou live alone? Got a wife? Girlfriend?â
She thought he was straight⌠âNo. Nope. By myself.â
âGood.â She grinned. âNow, about that donationâŚâ
Steve stepped out of the briefs hanging around his ankles and went for the nearby drawer. He pulled out a twenty and handed it over. She stuffed it in her pack and pulled out a sheet of paper.
The transaction was over in seconds and the girl was making for the door.
âWait,â Steve said, âDo you want to stay a little longer?â
She grinned again. âI really need to be going, but I might be able to spare some time later tonightâŚâ
âYouâre welcome to come back anytimeâŚâ
âI know,â she said, âThe nameâs Erica, by the way.â
And with that, she was gone. Steve stood there in shock. Heâs just been blown by a girl and then heâd paid her. What had his life come to?
Then he realized he was on a time limit, and he had no idea how long it was. He finished his workout and sped through a shower. For a moment he considered dressing up, but then he realized where Ericaâs interests lay. Pulling on a jockstrap and sweats, he decided it would be best to be bare chested. His boner had already returned, but he resisted. If she came back, she was going to get him fresh.
The hours passed by slowly, but he sooner heard the doorbell around 9PM. Rushing to the door, he was surprised to see both Erica and the slightly taller Ellie. He ushered them in, hoping no one noticed.
âI wasnât expecting you both.â
Erica spoke first. âIt looks like thereâs more than enough to share.â
He felt their eyes on him and he loved it. His cock was rock-hard under the fabric.
âWhere should we start?â he asked.
âYour bedroom,â Erica replied.
The trio entered and Steve removed the sweats, giving the girls a nice flash of his beefy ass before turning back to face them.
âWho wants a piece of me?â Steve said, crossing his muscled arms.
âNot so fast,â Erica said, âI think you should apologize to Ellie for slamming the door on her.â
She glanced at Ellie, who blushed and turned around. Her short skirt pulled up to reveal a complete lack of underwear. Her voluptuous ass poured out.
âIâd say she deserves a nice, long, French kiss, if you know what I mean.â
And Steve did. He remembered the flavour of Ericaâs fingers. Maybe Ellie tasted the same. He got down on his knees and looked between her tender cheeks to find the folds of her pussy. Steveâs stubble-covered mouth was in there, his lips on her lips as his tongue found its way into its first vagina.
Ellie moaned as Steve licked away. It was so moist and it tasted so much better than he could have imagined. He went up and down, occasionally tonguing her asshole. It was so much better than rimming a man.
Steve wanted a new angle. He picked her up, flipped her around a dropped her on the bed. Tearing off the skirt, he returned to his feast. It went on and on. Steve rubbed his own crotch through the jock. Sticking his tongue in all the way, he imagined how the tunnel would feel on his dick.
Getting to his feet, he pulled off the jock and freed his cock. Before he could bury it in its rightful home, he glanced right to see Erica in all of her naked glory. Her breasts hung out and Steve felt like he noticed them for the first time in his life. His hands went for them and soon his face was buried between them. Looking back to Ellie, he saw that sheâd freed her tits as well.
The next few minutes were a blur as Steve took turns suckling the girlsâ tits, fingering and eating their pussies in intervals. When the time finally came, he sank his gay cock into their pussies, one after the other. He could barely remember which was which. All he cared about was seeding them both before they left in the morning.
The little sluts were all over him as the night went on. They loved feeling the hardness of his muscular body, tightening beneath them as they rode him. They loved having his sweating mass above as he pinned them into the mattress. He came inside them both at least once. He had no idea if they were on birth control, but they hadnât complained yet. It didnât matter.
He woke up with one of them on top of him with the other cuddled one of his arms. There was one last, lazy fuck session. One of them rode him to orgasm while the other sat on his face. Judging by the sounds, they were making out up above.
As he bid them farewell he told them that they were welcome to return.
âWe have another fundraising tour scheduled next month,â Erica said, âIâll be sure to stop by.â
âMe too,â Ellie giggled.
Alone once again, Steve took a deep breath, reflecting on his night of heterosexual passion. Heâd found his fulfillment again. Grabbing his junk, he contemplating his next course of action. He recalled the young lady who always seemed to be watching him from her garden when he went on his morning jogs. He imagined her under him, writhing with pleasure as his cock impaled her cuntâŚ
