Stuff that excites 2

“I’m just gonna hang around a little longer,” Mike informed me. “I need to take a few readings once the unit gets going and make sure it’s pumping out cool air for you.”

“Can I get you anything?” I offered, stopping myself from offering up my ass to him. “A cold glass of water?” 

“Christ, a glass of ice water would be wonderful,” he smiled, wiping his sweaty brow with the back of his forearm. 

Leading him into the kitchen, I filled a large glass with ice and then cold water from the tap before handing it to him. I fixed myself a glass, too, needing to cool down in my own way. 

“It’s a sick twist of fate that AC units always give out on the hottest day of the year,” Mike shared, gulping down the water, filling up the glass again from the kitchen sink. “It’s hot as fuck out there.”

“You certainly look hot,” I observed, not shying away from the ballsy pun, my eyes traversing his incredible body. “You want to use my shower while you wait to check the unit?”

“That would be great,” he smiled broadly. “You’re my last repair of the day, and my wife hates when I come home all sweaty and stanky.”

“That’s a shame,” I shook my head. “I love me some man funk.”

“What—?” he cocked his head to one side. “I didn’t clock you as—”

“A faggot?” I interrupted. 

“I was going to say gay,” Mike laughed. “My mama taught me better manners than to use that word.”

“Mmm—I love me a mama’s boy,” I licked my lips. 

“Now cut that out. I’m a married man,” he admonished playfully, placing his emptied water glass on the counter. “Now where’s that shower you promised?”

“Right this way,” I led him out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the second floor. Passing through my bedroom, the tour ended at the roomy shower in my bathroom. 

“There’s plenty of shampoo and body wash in there,” I gestured into the shower. “And fresh towels on that shelf over there.”

“Looks good,” he smiled, tossing his sweat-soaked shirt onto the tiled floor. I watched as he unzipped his pants with zero modesty, peeling them off his sweaty body, his massive cock hanging between his hairy thighs. 

“Yeah, it’s a big one,” Mike winked, not oblivious to my stare as he gave his big dick a quick tug. 

“I—uh—I’ll just leave you to it,” I turned to leave the bathroom. Although I had flirted unabashedly with this sexy hunk, I didn’t want to deal with the rejection that would undoubtedly follow from offering up my ass to a happily married man. 

“Where you going?“ he called out to stop me as he reached to turn on the water. “You’re not going to join me in this big shower? Isn’t that why you asked me up here—to get me off?”

“You—you want to play around with me?” I asked, shocked that my sordid fantasy was becoming a reality. 

“No, I don’t want to play around with you,” he clarified, stepping into the shower. “I want to fuck you. Now get your ass in here with me.”

Quickly, I stripped out of my clothes just in time before his muscular arm reached out and pulled me into the shower with him, the water enveloping our bodies. “I’m just a bit surprised that you fuck guys,” I confessed. 

“When I was training to be an AC repairman,” Mike explained, soaping up his hairy chest with body wash, “nobody warned me that customers would proposition me all the time. Desperate housewives, horny gay dudes. It’s outrageous how often I’m offered easy sex while on the job.”

“Well, you’re hot as fuck,” I remarked, watching as he soaped up his huge cock, wondering how long before it would be inside me. “You’re kinda irresistible.”

“Thanks,” he smiled bashfully. “But for the longest time, I always turned down the frequent offers for sex. I’m married. I wasn’t looking to cheat on my wife.”

“Then what changed?” 

“About a year ago, my wife and I had argued over something trivial. She then held out on me for a few weeks—not giving up her pussy in retaliation,” Mike shared. “And I was on a repair job when a gay dude offered up his ass to me—fucking begged me to rail him.”

“And so you railed his ass?”

“Nah, I didn’t just rail him,” Mike smiled deviously, his soapy cock growing rock hard before my eyes. “I fucked the ever-living shit out of him.”

And then it was like a switch had been flipped. Mike suddenly pulled me into him, his hairy body pressed against me as his muscular arms encircled my body. His hand moved down my back, traveling over my rounded ass until his soapy finger found my eager hole. 

“Damn, you’re tight,” he marveled, his breath hot at my ear, his thick finger working my hole, readying me for him. 

“It’s—it’s been a long time since I’ve been fucked,” I admitted sheepishly. “I really don’t hookup all that often.”

“I don’t believe you. A hot, little stud like you?” he withdrew his finger. “Well, I’m gonna make sure to fuck you extra good in that case.”

And then Mike spun me around, his strong arms pushing me up against the shower wall, my face pressed against the cool tiles. His hands went to my hips, digging into me as his rounded cock head found my puckered hole. And then he shoved inside me. 

“FUCK,” I screamed, my hole torn in two, his huge cock a red-hot fire poker in my bowels. “You’re so fucking big.”

“Not the first time I’ve heard that,” he gloated, smacking my ass with his open palm. He then shoved deep within me, his balls mashed against my sphincter. 

Brutally, he began to fuck me. His big dick routed my depths as he pummeled my hole at a frenzied pace. I braced my hands against the shower wall, trying to absorb the shock of his force. Over and over he pounded his body into mine, ravaging me. 

And then it happened, a second penetration occurring within me, a sudden shockwave of pleasure coursing through my body. “I felt that,” Mike remarked, his meaty cock head pushing past my inner-sphincter. “I can tell I’m getting you good.”

It was more than good—it was fucking insane. My eyes rolled back into my head, Mike’s cock battering inside my deepest void. My cock was rock hard, a pressure building within me. Instantly, my body began to convulse, my balls throbbing for release as Mike continued to abuse my guts. 

“FUCK,” I gasped, my cock pulsing rapidly, my thick load spraying against the tiled wall, rapidly traveling towards the shower drain. 

“Damn, that’s hot,” Mike remarked, my sphincter gripping him rhythmically from within as my load continued to discharge. “I love when I can make a dude shoot his wad with my dick inside him.”

Riding my orgasm, Mike began to zero in on his own climax, jackhammering the shit out of me. “Breed me,” I begged, his big cock swelling inside of me, expanding against the walls of my fuck canal. “Shoot that load in me.”

“You’re about to get it,” he warned, his hands moving to my shoulders as his cock began to throb within me. “OH FUCK,” he barked urgently. “Here it comes—YEAH—YEAH—FUCK.”

It felt like a firehose was blasting my bowels as his cock discharged within me, his load spewing into my void. “Mmm, yeah, seed me,” I moaned, a warmth emanating from deep in my body he flooded my guts. 

I wanted to revel in that moment forever—the feeling of this hunky man inside of me, his big cock spreading his seed within me. But all good things must come to an end. 

“Damn, you’ve gotta sweet cunt,” Mike pulled out of me abruptly, his warm load gushing out of my gaping hole. “That was one of the best fucks I’ve had in a long time.”

“Thanks,” I replied, my abused body sliding down the shower wall, sinking to my knees as I tried to catch my breath. His copious load continued to exit my wrecked hole, chasing my own load down the shower drain. 

“It feels nice and cool out here,” Mike observed, stepping out of the shower, his spent cock swinging between his hairy thighs. “Your AC is definitely working again,” he reached for a clean towel and began to dry himself. 

“Great,” I replied, forcing myself back onto my feet as I turned off the water and tried to exit the shower on my wobbly legs. “I’m glad you got it fixed.”

“I often suggest our annual maintenance plan to keep your AC unit in working order,” Mike handed me a towel. “But I’m thinking you might require maintenance a little more often than that.”

“Oh really?” I ventured, toweling myself dry. “How often do you think?”

“I think you need weekly maintenance,” Mike smiled deviously. “And maybe I oughta give your unit one more deep probing right now,” he pulled me out of the bathroom and towards my bed. “I want to make sure you’re a happy customer when I leave here today.”

“You’re always the last one to leave after practice,” he admonished. “Ever occur to you that you’re holding me up? That maybe I’ve got some shit to do?”

“Sorry, Coach,” I apologized, staring at his open shorts. “But I see that the rumor is true.”

“What rumor?” he demanded, covering his package with one hand halfheartedly.

“That you rub out a load after practice every day,” I reported, “once the team has left.”

“I won’t deny it,” he smirked. “We work our asses off at practice, and all that adrenaline gets me horny as fuck. Used to be I’d go home and fuck my wife, but the lazy bitch won’t give up her cunt to me anymore.”

“You can use my cunt,” I offered brazenly. “I’ve got a tight hole.”

“The fuck?!” Coach barked. “I didn’t know that you’re a fag—I mean, a sissy boy.”

“You can say it—I’m a faggot,” I smiled devilishly. “And I’m not just a faggot. I’m a dirty faggot. You know what that means?”

“No,” Coach shook his head.

“It means that you can use my tight cunt any way you want,” I informed him. “You ever fuck a guy?”

“Yeah,” Coach confessed. “I played college football and we had a water boy who we passed around the locker room like he was a pocket pussy. I fucked his cunt many times.”

“Then fuck my cunt,” I repeated my offer.

“I dunno,” Coach hesitated, appraising me. “You’re practically jailbait.”

“I’m eighteen,” I corrected him assertively. “And though I might be young, I’ve had enough cock to know what I’m doing.”

“Is that right?” Coach raised an eyebrow. “You think maybe you can handle this?” he queried, pulling a hard nine incher out of his shorts.

“Fuck YES,” I drooled, dropping my athletic shorts, eager to get his big cock—and his warm load—inside me.

“Now hold up,” Coach raised his hand. “We gotta have a few ground rules first.”

“Sure thing,” I agreed eagerly.

“First off—if I’m gonna fuck you—nothing is to leave this room. You tell nobody, you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And second—you don’t talk to me when we fuck. I don’t want to hear your fuckin’ voice—complete silence. I need to forget that I’m fucking a dude. You’re just an available hole to me, you get me?”

“Yes, sir. No talking.”

“Good,” he nodded. “And lastly—I only fuck raw—no condoms. I’m not one of your usual teenage boy hookups. I’m a man. And when I fuck a hole, I intend to cum in it. Got it?”

“What’s a condom?” I shrugged in jest.

“Good answer,” he winked. “OK—enough of this chitchat. Strip down and get on all fours over there on that gym mat. I’ll be right back.”

I did as told, shedding my clothes and taking my place obediently on the gym mat, my ass raised in the air, ready to be mounted. I had a brief flash of panic when I realized I had no lube—a necessity when getting plugged by a cock as big as Coach’s. But I realized my worry was unfounded when Coach returned completely naked and carrying a tub of Vaseline.

“You ever get fucked with this stuff?” Coach asked, clawing two fingers into the goopy Vaseline and coating his cock with it.

“No,” I shook my head. “I’ve only ever been fucked with the usual shit like K-Y and Astroglide.”

“That stuff is for amateurs,” Coach laughed, making a fist and pumping his rock hard cock in and out of it, greasing his dick in preparation for my hole. “That oughta do it,” he winked, rubbing the excess Vaseline onto his hairy thigh.

“You ready for it?” he asked rhetorically as he got down on his knees behind me. I could feel his hands at the small of my back, holding me still as the rounded tip of his cock found my pink, puckered hole and began to—

“FUCK,” I screamed in white-hot pain as Coach impaled me with one, swift thrust, his balls mashed against my sphincter. His entire nine inches were inside me.

“Shut the fuck up and take it like a man,” Coach admonished, his right hand instantly on my mouth, silencing me. “I told you that I don’t want to fuckin’ hear your voice. You understand?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded through his beefy hand.

“Good,” he smirked, removing his hand and returning it to the small of my back. “Now let’s have some fun.”

I’m not sure if I would use the word fun to describe the next few minutes. His cock hurt like fuck—easily the biggest I had ever taken. His girth was incredible. I had watched fisting porn before and that was what it felt like to me—like Coach had his entire arm inside of me.

My hole was stretched to the max as Coach fucked me relentlessly, seemingly taking out all his frustrations on my hole. He was using me. Abusing me. But once my sphincter finally gave up the fight and adjusted to his big dick, I was fucking loving it. Never before had I been fucked so hard, so deep. Instinctively, I began to rock my hips with his rhythm. A deep, hedonistic moan began to emanate from within me.

“I told you to shut the fuck up,” Coach admonished me, breaking me from my trance with a swift slap to my ass. “You’re not even here, remember?”

I nodded silently in assent as Coach continued his assault on my hole. Christ, the man knew how to fuck. His stamina was incredible. With my eyes rolling back into my head, I started to lose myself into a trance once more—my body succumbing to him. It was like having an out-of-body experience. I was no longer a person of living, breathing flesh. I had morphed into an inanimate vessel—a deep hole that existed solely for Coach’s pleasure. I had reached nirvana—only it wouldn’t last.

“FUCK, I’m gettin’ close,” Coach warned, snapping me back to reality once more. His sweaty body was slapping me hard—over and over again. I could feel his cock begin to swell within me. And then the floodgates opened—quite literally.

“FUCK—SHIT,” he grunted as his big cock exploded in my depths. The sensation was something like a firehose being shoved up my ass. I could feel every massive spurt as his balls emptied inside me.

Coach collapsed upon me, his cock still throbbing within me. I wanted him to stay like that forever, his sweaty, hairy body pressed against mine, his spent cock continuing to slowly deposit his seed in me. But alas, it was not meant to be.

“Get yourself dressed,” he barked as he pulled out of me, and audible eruption of air and cum escaping from my wrecked hole. “And clean up that mess.”

I dutifully obeyed, wiping up his cum from the gym mat with my boxer briefs, intending to sniff and lick the crusty remains that night while I jacked myself into oblivion.

“Hurry the fuck up,” Coach admonished, now fully dressed and dangling his keys. “I gotta lock up and get home to the wife.”

I rushed out the door as Coach locked up behind us. “Hey—wait,” he called out to me before I got to my car. “You did good in there tonight, boy. It ain’t easy to take a big cock like mine. You’ve got a sweet cunt.”

“Thanks,” I smiled, hoping our after-practice fuck session could become a regular thing.

“Listen,” Coach continued. “My wife’s goin’ up to Memphis this weekend to see her folks. I’m having a few buddies over for some beers and to watch the game while she’s away.”

“Oh yeah?” I smiled, an eyebrow raised, anticipating what he was suggesting.

“You think you might wanna come over?” Coach offered, adjusting his package. “Maybe bend over and take a few loads while we watch the game?”

“Your buds hung like you?” I taunted.

“We’re all packing,” he winked. “You’ll leave a happy boy.”

“You got a deal,” I smiled, my wrecked hole already twitching in anticipation.

“You’re—you’re not my usual doctor,” I stammered, uneasy with discussing my awkward issue with a doctor who was so fucking hot. “I’ve always seen Dr. Watkins.”

“I’m Dr. Johnson,” he informed me. “Dr. Watkins is a pediatrician. Our office policy is to move you up to one of the general practitioners in the practice once you’ve reached eighteen. You’re a big guy now, so you can see a big guy doctor. You okay with that?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Good,” he smiled. “Now, why don’t you tell me what’s going on down there?”

“My—uh—my balls have been hurting pretty bad since last night.”

“I see,” he nodded, washing his hands at a small sink in the room. “Go ahead and strip down, and then climb up on the exam table so I can have a look.”

Though I was embarrassed to be fully naked in front of this stellar specimen of a man, I obeyed his orders. Shedding my clothes, I reclined upon the exam table, my legs spread wide to give him access to my junk, my big dick flopped against my thigh. 

“I’m noticing some slight swelling of the epididymides,” he observed palpating my ballsack, my nuts contracting involuntarily at his touch, my cock growing hard. 

“Sorry about that,” I apologized, my dick engorging rapidly, reaching for the ceiling. “It’s got a mind of its own.”

“Don’t apologize,” he laughed. “It happens to a lot of guys during examination. It tells me there’s no issue with blood flow, if you’re able to achieve a strong erection like this.”

“Cool,” I replied, mortified to have a rock-hard boner in front of the hot doctor. 

“I’m able to distinguish each vas deferens,” he continued, his fingers probing deeper into my ballsack. “That’s a good sign, as we can rule out torsion.”

“Okay,” I answered, not knowing what the fuck he was talking about. 

“Other than some mild swelling,” he stated, gently rolling each of my balls between his thumb and index finger, “everything presents as normal. I’m not finding any lumps or anything that would be of concern.”

“Then—then why do my balls hurt?”

“Are you sexually active?”

“No,” I replied, slightly embarrassed. 

“I need you to be honest with me,” he persisted. “Because if you’re sexually active, I’ll need to draw some blood to rule out the possibility of STDs, which can cause testicular pain.”

“I swear to you—I’m still a virgin. I’ve never been with anyone.”

“Okay—I believe you,” he smiled. “Then how about you walk me through what you were doing last night when the pain in your balls began.”

“I—uh—I was just watching some videos in my room,” I answered evasively, not looking the doctor in the eye. 

“Was it porn?” he ventured. 

“Yes,” I confessed, shocked that he’d hit the nail on the head. “How’d you—?”

“You’re an eighteen-year-old boy,” he laughed. “Of course you look at porn. Hell, I’m thirty-two and I still enjoy it.”

“Please—please don’t tell my mom,” I pleaded. “She’s in the waiting room right now. My parents are religious and super conservative. They’ll kick me out of the house if they find out I watched porn under their roof.”

“Don’t worry,” he placed his hand on my naked thigh, inches from my hard cock. “You’re eighteen now, so what you tell me is confidential—strictly between us, okay?”

“Okay,” I nodded, relieved. 

“So the porn—was it gay or straight?”

“It was gay porn,” I admitted sheepishly. 

“Nothing wrong with that,” he winked. “I have a girlfriend, but still enjoy some guy-on-guy action now and then. So, after watching gay porn last night, did you jack off—empty the pipes?”

“No—uh—my parents taught me that masturbation is a sin,” I replied. “The Bible says that man shouldn’t spill his seed—”

“Yeah, I’ve heard all that horse shit before,” the doctor cut me off. “Look, it’s not my place to tell you what to believe. But what I will tell you is that you’ve got a classic case of blue balls. The medical term is epididymal hypertension, which is just a fancy way of saying your pipes are backed up.”

“So you’re saying that I need to jack off for my balls to feel better?”

“Yes,” the doctor nodded. “The sooner, the better—right now, in fact.”

“But, I don’t even know how to—”

“I’ll show you,” he gripped my hard cock in his meaty fist. “There’s really nothing to it.”

“Fuuuck,” I exhaled in ecstasy, my head tipping back against the crunchy paper on the exam table, his fist slowly stroking my cock up and down. Damn, it felt good. 

“I see a lot of dicks in my line of work, and you’ve got a really big one,” the doctor observed, gripping my cock harder, precum forming at the tip. “You’re gonna make some guy really happy one day.”

“You—uh—you have sex with girls and guys, you said?”

“Yeah,” the doctor acknowledged, increasing his pace, my balls sliding up and down in synch with his rhythm. “Sex isn’t black and white for me. I enjoy exploring all the gray areas—with both girls and guys.”

“That’s hot,” I remarked, staring down at my big dick in his capable fist, enjoying his skilled handiwork. 

“For me, what’s really hot,” he leaned in towards my cock, “is taking a big dick like this down my throat.”

And then he went for it, swallowing my cock whole, taking it to the balls. I looked down and, with his scruffy beard, it looked like my big cock was buried in a furry pussy, from the few times I watched straight porn. 

“Holy shit,” I gasped as he began to bob up and down on my big one, his lips locked around my thick shaft. 

“Damn, you’ve got a tonsil tickler,” he exclaimed, coming up for air briefly before diving back into it, my balls mashed against his furry chin. 

Instinctively, my hands went to his head, running my fingers through his hair as he expertly sucked my big dick. His head was like a piston, working my cock in and out of his warm throat. 

“You feeling good?” he asked, taking a quick breather, slapping my cock against his scruffy cheek. “You like fucking my throat with that big cock?”

“Yes,” I exhaled as he went back to it, sucking me ravenously. “Your throat feels so good.”

I knew that what he was doing was supposed to help my balls, but I grew concerned as the pressure in my nuts began to increase rapidly. I could feel a distinct throbbing, a force building in my shaft. And then it happened. 

“FUCK,” I gasped, my cock exploding in his mouth, the pipes bursting as my warm cum spewed down his eager throat. 

“Mmmm, mmmm,” he moaned, his lips locked around my swollen shaft, eagerly slurping down my creamy load. He held his head down on it, sucking out every last drop from my depleted balls. 

“Fuck, that was good,” I exhaled as he finally released me, my spent cock slapping against my thigh. A melange of cum and saliva dripped down his furry chin. 

“That was a big fucking load,” he marveled, wiping his wet beard with the back of his hand. “Your balls feel any better?”

“Much better,” I tugged at them gently, reveling in the feeling of complete release as I sat up on the exam table and swung my legs around to the side. 

“You just needed a good ball draining,” the doctor smiled, washing his hands in the sink once more. “Go ahead and get dressed.”

While I pulled on my clothes, the doctor scribbled something on his clipboard and then handed it to me. It was an appointment card. 

“I want you to return in three days,” he ordered. “I need to be sure that your balls have fully recovered.”

“Do you think you might need to give me another ball draining?” I asked hopefully. 

“Yes,” the doctor confirmed, leaning into me, his warm breath at my ear, his scruffy beard against my cheek. “And next time, I’m going to drain your balls with my tight hole. You’ll fuckin’ love it.”