Tom lay on his bed listening to the radio playing a Beach Boys song. The fan droned on and on as it oscillated back and forth, cooling his naked body as he tried to concentrate on studying a chapter in his political science text.
The poli sci professor and Tom’s horniness were the basis for the struggle to focus on the boring material he was being required to learn.
Professor Barry was the only reason Tom was taking the class. He figured if he had to go to college to avoid the draft and not wind up being sent to Vietnam, he might as well get some fringe benefit from it. The professor was quite a hunk. Tom was sure he wasn’t queer. He wore a wedding ring and nothing in his manner remotely suggested to Tom’s very accurate sense of a person’s sexual appetite that the man was anything but a heterosexual. Nevertheless, seeing him walk across the junior college campus, queer or not, was enough to motivate the reluctant scholar to take what he considered a boring, wasted class.
However, the images of the man’s broad shoulders and deep chest in his tweed suit jacket, shirt underneath open at the collar so a fringe of dark hair spilled out, were causing the young man to care even less about a chapter on the campaign strategies of Eisenhower vs. Stevenson. In fact, Tom’s cock was rock hard as he stared unseeing at the book lying in front of him while he stroked his dick.
Tom hadn’t had any action since the beginning of the week when he’d picked up John at the park. And although he had jacked off, as was his usual custom, twice, sometimes three times a day, the only way to adequately quell his overactive libido was some man-to-man sex.
“Fuck it,” he said aloud. “A sunny Sunday afternoon ain’t no time to be inside studyin’.”
He closed the book, tossed it on the floor, and swung his legs around and sat on the edge of the bed.
Looking down at his rigid tool, Tom said, “You need to get buried deep in some man pussy my friend. Or at least get yourself a good blowjob.”
He contracted his abdominal muscles, making the rod bob up and down as if it was agreeing with him.
Giving his dick a couple of quick jerks, Tom got up and headed for the shower. There he sensuously lathered his body and played with his prick and balls. He brought himself close to orgasm several times, but always backed off just in time so his plan for an afternoon of cruising wouldn’t have to be aborted. Not that several ejaculations in a short time were beyond his capabilities, he just wanted to be super horny when he headed out.
After drying himself, Tom went to the bureau and opened the top drawer. No underwear tonight, he thought. Good thing too, cuz not much clean to choose from. Guess I’ll have to chance goin’ home and askin’ Mom if she’ll do laundry for me. The thought of home and his parents momentarily cooled his horny state of mind. His father was a former Marine and not happy with his son’s open avoidance of the draft. He believed a real American should be happy and proud at the chance to serve his country, especially when America was at war. When Tom returned home, which he did as infrequently as possible, he had to suffer the veiled references to his cowardice and lack of patriotism.
Maybe I’ll go during the day when the old man’s at the factory, he thought.
The pickings were slim in Tom’s T-shirt drawer as well. Finally he chose a tight, white, sleeveless muscle tee. Deciding to wear jeans instead of cut-offs, despite the heat of the late spring day, he pulled them on, letting them ride low on his hips. After putting on his socks and sneakers, he went to the bathroom and oiled his hair, combing it into a D. A. with a black curl pulled over his forehead. He stepped back and surveyed the reflection, looking himself up and down, flexing his chest and biceps and turning slightly to make sure his ass showed itself well in his tight jeans.
“Some horny bastard’s gonna be real lucky this afternoon,” Tom said approvingly.
He turned off the fan, radio and light, locked the door and headed out, leaving Eisenhower vs. Stevenson unstudied on the bed.
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Tom covered the three blocks from his apartment to Delph Park relatively slowly. His walk was more of a saunter laced with a swagger. He reveled in the feelings of anticipation and was in no rush to get to his destination.
When he finally arrived at the end of the long drive that separated the park from the main thoroughfare, he saw three cars parked in the lot.
Not much action, he thought and then checked his watch. Three-thirty. They’ll come in a while, he assured himself, they always do. And when they do, I’ll be here waitin’ for ’em.
Tom couldn’t see anyone in the main park area. He walked over to his table, climbed up and sat down. Two of the cars looked empty. Tom figured that whoever the drivers were they had probably hooked up and were off in the woods getting it on. That thought made him smile and sent a tingle to the tip of his semi-hard prick.
The angle of the sun made it so he couldn’t quite make out if the third car was occupied or not. Just in case it was, Tom made sure he was sitting in a way that would show off what he was offering. He didn’t have to wait long. The door of the car opened, a rather short older man got out and approached Tom’s table.
Tom sighed. A troll. I’d have to be pretty hard up to…
Before Tom could finish the thought, the man stopped in front of the table and asked, “Uh…how’s it goin’? Mind if I sit down?”
Tom looked away from the thin, bespectacled, balding man and said, “Sorry, this seat’s taken.”
The troll just stood there for a few seconds. Tom regarded him out of the corner of his eye—not wanting to make eye contact thereby breaking one of the unwritten rules of cruising etiquette: never look at a guy in the eye if you’re not interested. Crestfallen and seemingly not sure what to do, the man shuffled his feet.
Tom felt a slight flutter of pity for the guy, but he wasn’t into charity. Why the hell didn’t the guy just go away? Hadn’t Tom made it clear he wasn’t interested? Finally the troll walked away and sat at one of the other tables. Tom went back to his vigil.
Gotta be better stuff than that out here, Tom thought, his confident mood of a few moments earlier slipping.
Tom heard a rustle of footsteps and looked toward the path to the west of the picnic area. A man emerged from the woods.
Damn! Now that’s more like it, Tom thought as the guy walked toward one of the cars. He was definitely someone Tom would have enjoyed cruising. Tall and well built with a handsome face, this guy would have definitely filled the bill. He nodded in Tom’s direction, got in his car, and drove off. Tom waited to see who else might be coming back to the parking area.
After no one showed up for ten minutes or so, Tom thought, I know he wasn’t in there alone. Maybe I should go see if the other guy’s waitin’ for more action? Naw, I don’t want to run into another dorky wimp. But…if that guy who just came out was with him? It didn’t look like he’d be into anything but prime meat.
For a few more minutes Tom wrestled with the decision of whether or not to go into the woods to find out what might be waiting in there.
Finally he said, “Fuck it,” and got up from the table.
He had to piss and decided it would be a good chance to check out any new messages that might be on the walls of the john.
As Tom passed the troll, the man looked up expectantly. Tom kept his eyes averted and kept on walking. He didn’t want to do anything that would make the guy think he had changed his mind.
Once inside the dimly lit building, Tom let his eyes adjust. He went to the urinal and pulled out his cock. While he pissed he reviewed the messages on the wall in front of him. There was nothing new. Finishing, he stuffed his dick back into his jeans. Next he entered the stall and looked at the back of the door where he'd found John’s message a few days earlier. It was still there, but something had been added.
Be back again next Monday. How about you M-6?
Tom laughed softly. M-6? He calls me M-6 after the fuckin’ motel. Tom didn’t often do repeats. John had been a pretty good fuck, but…well, he might consider it if nothing else showed up during the week. The addition to John’s original message had kind of stroked Tom’s ego. Yeah, he might let John have another shot at him if…
As Tom opened the stall door to leave, he stopped dead in his tracks. Coming in the restroom door was a giant of a man.
Tom looked the newcomer up and down. He was at least six inches taller than Tom’s five foot nine and must have weighed more than two hundred-sixty pounds. The guy wore a thin strapped yellow tee which fit like a second skin, revealing muscles that Tom had only ever seen in the pages of bodybuilder mags. His massive chest strained the fabric, his erect nipples protruding invitingly. The giant’s arms were as big as Tom’s thighs while the man’s thighs, which extended from tight blue shorts, were tree trunks. Each muscle of his colossal legs was perfectly dissected from the one next to it.
“Well, well,” the man mountain said, looking Tom over appraisingly. “Is this where they hide all the good stuff? I was beginning to think that this place wasn’t gonna be worth the effort after what I saw out there sittin’ by the tables.”
Tom assumed he was referring to the troll, who would no doubt be drooling at seeing this perfect specimen.
Pumped that the guy had referred to him as ‘the good stuff’, Tom asked, “You have something in mind?”
“How about a little a this?” He flexed his bicep and pulled Tom to within an inch of the bulging muscle. “Lick it!”
Tom wasn’t normally into this master/slave crap, but he needed sex, and this guy certainly had the credentials, so he gave in and licked the massive ball of flesh.
“Yeah, baby, that’s right. Worship that arm. If you do a good job Daddy’ll let you work on his pecs.”
That was a little too much. Tom stopped and backed up a step. He looked up into the man’s face.
“Look, Hercules, I think your body is fantastic, but I don’t do the daddy/baby shit. I’m more than willing to have some fun with you, but let’s not play that game, okay?”
“Ha ha,” the man Tom had nicknamed Hercules laughed. “You got spunk, boy. Is it okay if I call you boy? Or do ya got another name you’d like better since you don’t like baby?” he said with a touch of sarcasm.
“Boy’ll do. Now what do I call you?”
“Ma name’s Hank, but my friends call me Hunk.” He winked.
“Okay. I like Herc better, but if you say so…Hunk it is.” Tom didn’t want to let the guy assume he was too much of a push-over. “Hunk, this really isn’t the best place for us to get into anything. Come on.” Tom led the way out of the restroom.
They walked through the park. The troll was no longer there but his car was, along with a couple of new arrivals. Tom wondered if the guy actually had gotten lucky. Somehow he kind of hoped so.
The two men entered the woods, Tom leading the way. They came to the trail that led to the place where Tom had taken John. Turning in, they walked only a few yards along the path when Tom heard the distinctive sounds of someone being fucked. He wondered if it was the troll.
“Sounds like this room’s taken,” he said to Hunk and turned back.
Hunk looked down the trail and for a minute Tom thought the giant might want to go check out the action, but turned and once more followed behind.
They went deeper into the preserve and found a secluded area where the trees formed a thick arch overhead so the sun was almost completely blocked out. The result was a little like being in a cave diffused with grey-green light.
“This’ll do,” Tom said.
“Strip!” Hunk commanded as he peeled his shirt over his head, revealing his heavily muscled chest and washboard stomach.
Tom didn’t like being ordered around, but decided to go along with the program, so took off his shirt.
“You got a nice body, boy. You should work out a bit, bulk up. You could look really good,” Hunk said.
“Thanks,” Tom replied. Then added tongue in cheek, “You’re not so bad yourself.”
Hunk laughed and responded by striking a double biceps pose and flexing his chest muscles so they bounced up and down. “Now get to work, boy.”
Tom walked forward and ran his hands over the bulging manflesh. It felt firm and smooth. He pressed his palms against the hard nipples and then pinched them.
“Yeah, boy, that’s good. Now lick ’em.”
Tom’s head came to just the right height to give the massive pecs a good washing. He bit and licked the mounds of muscle then turned his attention to the cannon ball sized biceps. While massaging Hunk’s left arm and slathering his right with his tongue, Tom reached down to fondle the man’s cock and balls through the tight shorts. Hunk pushed his package into Tom’s hand.
“Want more a what’s down there do ya, boy?”
Although Tom was not particularly turned on by the tone of Hunk’s orders, the man’s more than ample maleness was doing a magic of its own and Tom was getting into the game.
Tom dropped to his knees and, with some difficulty, pulled the tight shorts down. Hunk stepped out of them and stood like the Colossus of Rhodes, his hands on his hips, the quads on his tree trunk legs bulging.
Tom ran his hands over the protuberant muscles and then up the backs of the gigantic pillars as he looked at Hunk’s cock and balls nestled in a tuft of dark hair. Whether it was the contrast between the mass of Hunk’s body and his genitalia or because the organs themselves were actually undersized, Tom was surprised at how Hunk’s dick and nuts seemed small. Not that size was all that important to him, but he had expected a body like the one displayed in front of him would have a proportionally sized set of jewels. What the organs may have lacked in size they made up for in form. It was as if they had been created by a master sculptor’s hand.
“Something wrong there, boy?” Hunk looked down at the kneeling man.
“No, just enjoying the sight,” Tom quipped not wanting to injure the giant’s ego.
Tom began to suck the man’s hard rod and lick his tight balls. As he did, he ran his hands further up Hunk’s legs and began to massage the mass of the man’s firm bubble butt.
The giant turned around. “Eat it!”
Giving orders seemed to arouse Hunk all the more. However, Tom did as he was told, not because he had been ordered to do so, but because the guy’s ass was really beautiful and indeed needed to be worked on. Running his tongue over the mounds of man meat and then delving into the deep crevice, Tom felt his passion rising and his desire to fuck this man was becoming almost irresistible. Although, in all probability with the way Hunk was taking charge, it would be Tom on the receiving end of the giant’s cock. As he tongued the puckered hole, the titan let out a roar that Tom was sure could be heard in the parking lot.
Hunk abruptly turned around and yanked Tom to his feet. “Take off them damn jeans!” he commanded.
Once again Tom found himself following orders, and was soon standing naked and erect in front of the mass of muscle.
Hunk put his hands under Tom’s arms and picked him up. He pressed the smaller man over his head and then lowered him so he was able to take Tom’s cock into his mouth and suck it. Shoulder pressing Tom up and down, Hunk slid the cock of his human barbell in and out of his mouth. Just when Tom thought he was going to lose it and cum, Hunk put him down.
“Fuck me,” Hunk said almost in a whisper.
“What?” Tom asked, somewhat taken aback.
“I said, fuck me,” Hunk repeated in a pleading husky voice.
“I know what you said. I’m just surprised. I thought I’d be the one that would be gettin’…”
Hunk just turned around and knelt on all fours. Tom looked at the magnificent ass being presented to him. “Fuck me,” the request came again, but his time so softly Tom could scarcely hear it.
“With pleasure,” Tom replied, running his cock up and down the crack between the mounds of muscle.
Tom’s pre-cum was flowing well and he mixed in some spit. Then he pressed his dick against Hunk’s hole. There was no problem with entry. This is a well-traveled tunnel, Tom thought. Letting himself settle into the man’s body, he ran his hands up and down the flared anatomy of Hunk’s back.
Hunk began to rock back and forth. Tom picked up the rhythm. He would thrust in as Hunk pushed back against him. As he pulled out, Hunk would clench his ass muscles creating a sensation Tom had never experienced before. The rhythm was slow and steady. Tom stroked the perfect V of the muscleman’s back as the giant continued to milk his cock.
“This is good, boy, yeah, very nice,” Hunk moaned softly. “Cum whenever you’re ready. I want your jizz inside me.”
The contrast between Hunk’s loud orders from earlier and his almost whispered tone now was a mystery to Tom. How could a mountain of muscle and power transform into a needy man cunt?
Tom felt he was close, so he increased the speed of his thrusts. Hunk matched his change in rhythm. Tom felt the base of his back tingle, signaling he was past the point of controlling his orgasm. In three more strokes he felt his balls contract; thrills of electric sensation ran the length of his cock. Then he felt his dick spasm as he pumped his spunk into the hole in the mounds of muscle.
Spent, Tom pulled out and kneeled back on his haunches.
Hunk turned onto his back. “Finish me.”
Tom got between the muscular legs, took the throbbing cock in his mouth and sucked Hunk to completion.
When they were done, Tom rocked back on his heels. Hunk stood and once again pulled Tom to his feet, then lifted him off the ground and held him tight against his chest. The man giant kissed the top of Tom’s head then put him down again.
“Thanks, boy. That was good,” Hunk said, bending to retrieve his shorts and shirt.
“Anytime,” Tom said as he dressed.
Tom and Hunk walked back to the parking lot in silence. They passed a couple of cruisers on the trails, who looked at the two men and smiled. Tom felt a surge of pride as they passed by.
When they reached the lot, Hunk saluted. Tom nodded. Hunk got in his car and drove away.
Tom, not ready to head for home, took up his post on his table once again. He looked at his watch: five fifteen.
Wonder what happened to the troll? he thought, scanning his surroundings.
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