Joel and Jim

Literotic asexstories – Joel and Jim by Spanglemaker,Spanglemaker
“Don’t worry about it Jim, it’s fine. it happens sometimes, we can’t always choose how our bodies react can we? I’m flattered actually. I don’t get much in the way of appreciation at home, as you know.” He raised his voice to be heard over the rushing sound of the water.

Joel squirted some foaming soap into his large hands and gave his bronzed body a quick once-over.

“I don’t understand how – Zoe is a lucky woman, I mean, look at you!” I said.

His rugged features were stereotypically striking, and he competed in bodybuilding competitions around the country. He had the physique men and women dream of.

I was really fond of Joel, he had helped me through a major bout of depression with his personal training sessions. We talked a great deal and I think he had come to rely on me too as a good listener.

“Do you think? I just know she needs more – I feel that I’m just a piece of meat sometimes. Is this all I can achieve – perfect muscle definition?” Joel suggested, his hands moving across his body to illustrate the point, prodding at his biceps as if he were a scientific specimen.

I usually took a shower after my session and this time Joel had joined me too, as he had to go to a meeting with his mortgage advisor directly after.

Embarrassingly enough, the sight of Joel naked had quite unexpectedly made my dick hard.

Both of us were supposed to be straight. At least that is the impression I gave the world. More out of convenience than anything I suppose.

My wife knew that I liked bisexual porn and we had often masturbated together and fucked very excitedly after watching it. I wasn’t gay though.

I often fantasised about being fucked by a man and often wondered what a cock would taste like, how it would feel in my mouth.

Hold on a minute.

‘I often fantasised about being fucked by a man and often wondered what a cock would taste like, how it would feel in my mouth.’

But I wasn’t gay?

Righty-ho.

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Oh fuck.

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Who did I think I was kidding?

But I hadn’t been expecting anything to happen in real life.

Or maybe I had, subconsciously at least.

All this time I was spending with Joel. The money I was investing in these personal training sessions. Perhaps I had engineered a sexual encounter with him, perhaps I had willed it into reality?

“Fuck, it’s not going away.” I groaned despairingly, gesturing towards my cock.

“Look, just have a fucking wank Jim, you dozy sod!” Joel insisted.

“I’ll have one too actually, I’m so anxious about this fucking meeting, it’ll calm me down.” He continued matter-of-factly.

I didn’t need much more encouragement.

Joel began to un-self-consciously pull at his rapidly fattening dick as if this was a normal day at the gym. Just two regular straight guys masturbating really straightly in the shower together.

I took myself in my palm and stroked rather tentatively, aware of his eyes on me as I pulled my foreskin back and forth under the flowing water.

“You know what, I’ve got this body, but I don’t have a cock like yours mate!” Joel said, looking at me, rubbing himself firmly while he looked me over, almost hungrily.

“It’s quite something. Looks so good watching you wank it, Jim. Really fucking hot!”

I’d never considered Joel to be interested in guys, he was quite an earthy, no-nonsense bloke that seemed to enjoy football matches and lads’ nights out.

That doesn’t prove anything though, I suppose, does it?

My cock twitched with excitement in my hand.

Something about his bluntness, his directness, made the situation almost normal. He had no reluctance in displaying his sexual need. He was not in the least bit self-conscious.

He treated it as if it were just another bodily function.

He was fully erect now, his smallish dick standing upright and clearly rock hard. In relation to his overdeveloped body, his knob probably looked smaller than it was. He worked on his pecker energetically, holding his balls tight in his free hand.

“I can’t compete with you Jim, that thing must be 9 inches long, you jammy bastard!” Joel teased, pushing into me and holding his dick against mine to compare.

The sensation of another man’s erection pressed against mine was extraordinary. And the physicality of the man to which it was attached, was just intoxicating. The air fizzed with potent sexual energy.

We were in uncharted territory.

“Well, maybe just under 9 inches.” I confirmed; my breath ragged with excitement.

“Fuck! No wonder Sally always has a smile on her face! I bet she squirts all over that lovely big dick when you stick it in her hard, eh? I’d pay to see that.

You know, Zoe never cums when I fuck her. Never has.” He blurted out, wanking himself hard.

“If she had a dick like yours up her tight little cunt she’d probably be happy, though. I know she’s fucking other guys, some of the other competition guys. I think she takes several guys on at once. She’s a real size queen. She’d fuck you in a heartbeat.”

His stroking doubled in speed. He seemed excited at her infidelity.

Infidelity!

That’s what this was. I was cheating RIGHT NOW!.

How could I face Sally after this?

I was shocked at Joel’s revelations, but mostly they just excited me more.

“She won’t suck me off either.” He continued. “I spend half the day wanking off to porn.”

“I can suck you off.” I heard myself say.

What was I doing? I had a wife and family at home, and here I was offering to fellate a prize-winning bodybuilder.

“Yeah? I’d love that, Jim.” Joel agreed, his voice shaky with excitement.

He wedged himself even closer into the cubicle and I knelt in front of him, the warm water gushing heavily on us both. His skin looked so dark and bronzed under the dim bathroom lighting, his tan-line vividly pronounced.

My cock was straining upwards, as if it were trying to touch him, its prodigious length swaying and slapping against my thigh as I moved.

As my hands eagerly moved over his beautiful, muscular body, I realised I was treating him like a piece of meat too. A pang of guilt went through me, but the desire to be close to this incredible body and this hard cock, somehow overruled any hesitation.

I took him in my mouth, and he gasped audibly.

“Oh yeah! Suck it for me.”

I wanked him firmly but tenderly as my lips rolled and slid over his bulging purple bellend.

His precum was drooling into my mouth, it was sweet. It was delicious. I loved sucking him. His cock felt so good in my mouth.

How had I got to this age and not experimented with any other guys before? This feels so natural, so right, so good. He grabbed my hair with his free hand, pinching on a nipple and stroking his body with the other. He pushed his groin into my face, and I realised I was swallowing his whole length.

“Fuck that’s good Jim! You’ve obviously done this before, you dirty little tart!”

“Hhhmmmm…” was all I could manage.

I noticed that I’d begun touching my arse. With one hand I took a dollop of shower gel and lubed my hole to finger-fuck myself as I sucked him off.

I pulled away quickly to speak:

“I need you to stick it up my arse Joel.” I panted, taking some deep breaths as I rose, pushing the hair from my eyes.

“You sure?” He asked, and I kissed him hard and deep, pulling him tight against me and letting my hunger consume me.

“Because I’d love to fuck you good and hard, you sexy little fucker.” He went on.

Right now, I wanted him more than anything else in the world. His prick dug into my slightly chubby, untoned belly. His body so different to mine.

I had never felt desired quite like this.

“Yes. I need you to fuck me.” I confirmed.

I wasted no time and turned from him with the cheeks of my arse open for him.

I squirted more shower gel into my arse crack and moved his dick towards my hole.

He worked his fingers into me and fucked me for a few moments, feeling my sphincter fully relax, then he pressed his prick against my arsehole.

There was no resistance, my needy little bum had opened effortlessly for him and I let out a girly little gasp as he pushed fully inside me, the delicious sensation of his hardness against my prostate immediately sending me into a giddy whirl of delight.

“Jesus! That feels so fucking good, Jim. Next time can we skip the weights and just get straight onto the fucking part, please?”

I could only moan my assent. I was lost in this new-found ecstasy.

“You like that?” He asked, as he began pounding into me faster.

“Yeah.”

“You like my stiff dick in your little arse do you, you dirty fucker? You slut.”

His language was turning me on immensely. I felt like a whore, I felt shameless, and I loved every second of it.

I couldn’t even respond.

I was too far gone. Every thrust of his rigid dick sent another blissful shock through me.

Mine felt as if it was running with precum, it shook and bounced from Joel’s pumping and it felt as if I needed to piss.

“You want my cum don’t you, you filthy fucker?” He growled at me, working himself closer to orgasm.

“Yes. I want your cum in me!” I managed to reply.

He gripped his arms around my waist, bracing himself for his last few strokes and I steadied myself against the wall.

My dick began to swell even further, and I relaxed into the sensation, letting myself go completely as the first of a series of long squirts flew out of me.

My orgasm was unlike any other I had ever experienced.

Simultaneously, Joel’s last frantic poundings produced a huge gush of semen and it felt as if I were suddenly full of creamy spunk.

He let out a great grunt of male pleasure, bucking against me roughly, sending my own drops of jizz flying against the tiled wall as my long dick flapped wildly from the movement.

He held me for what felt like minutes, his knob twitching and pulsing inside me. He caressed me and kissed my back, my shoulders, my neck.

Eventually his dick softened completely and flopped out of my arse.

Facing each other we kissed some more.

“Well, that was… enjoyable. Do you think you might be calm enough for that meeting now?”

“I’ll be fucking horizontal.” He chuckled, looking at me.

“Thank you Joel, I think I needed that more than you did.” I said, seriously, holding eye contact to affirm that this meant more to me than just bodily functions.

He kissed me sweetly and I registered the emotion in his eyes too.

It told me that this was no one-off, no moment of madness. This was something the both of us wanted and needed.

“Joel?” I called as he grabbed his towel and turned for the door.

“I think I need more of this.”

“But I’ve got to meet the bleeding mortgage advisor!” He quipped, pulling on his trousers, and grabbing his shirt.

“You know what I mean, you plum!” I retorted.

“Yeah, I know. I do too, darlin’.”

I lathered up and went on washing myself while he dressed, smiling to myself contentedly.

Then I heard Joel close the door behind him.