When we got out of the booth I saw that Conner was a couple inches taller than me, a little wider at the shoulders, and twenty pounds or so heavier. His black tee-shirt and chinos fit him snugly and he was so damn hot I figured it was totally useless to try and hide the boner pushing at the jockstrap in my jeans. Fuck it. If someone was looking, they'd get an eyeful. I didn't know anyone around these parts anyway. It was starting to get dark and he immediately hooked his arm around my shoulders when we got outside and crossed to the motel, just like we were long time buds. "Do you have a game this weekend?" he asked. "Yup. Tomorrow night. A big one. Canton Garfield's coming down. They're like number two or three in the state." "I'd love to see you play, and meet your football buddies. Umm ... your soon-to-be buddies, huh?" I nodded eagerly. "Yes! I'm gonna be nice to them so they'll like me." He pulled me close to him. "You better! Give 'em a chance and they'll fucking love you. I have a date tomorrow night with one of the guys I compete with in the contests. I'll see if he wants to go. We can drive over to Carlton Heights. He used to play football in high school so he'd really enjoy it. I'll call you tomorrow and let you know." "That'd be really cool." I could just picture Jerry and Laser, Arnie too, drooling over Conner and his muscle dude buddy. "Man, I hope you can make it." His room was on the second floor and I got behind him as we climbed the outdoor steps to the balcony. I watched his broad back, his amazing butt, and his powerful legs and wondered what the hell I was getting myself into. On the balcony, he grabbed my hand and pulled me along with him down past a couple doors to his, the third. With his other hand he got the key from his pocket and unlocked the door. Then he whisked me in there so fast I don't even remember it happening. Next I knew, he had shut the door and pushed me against it. It was dark in the room and I could just barely see him. But, oh man, I sure could feel him as he pressed against me hard, his hands on my shoulders. "You hot little shit!" he breathed right on my face. "I haven't been with someone eighteen since I was eighteen. And never with a dude half as awesome as you. You've got me so turned on I'm flippin' out. I couldn't even eat anything." Whoa! And here I thought he didn't eat much because he followed a strict diet. I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything. I just moved my lips closer to his. It was so holy awesome amazing. Chest to chest, crotch to crotch, my arms around him, his hands all over me - the brawn and heft of him pressing against me was so incredible. But it was totally topped when his lips crushed on mine and his tongue probed into my mouth seeking out my own, and the way I responded to it - like a wild man. I hugged him so tight and kissed him back so hard it was like I wanted to climb right up into him, squeeze our bodies together into one, and all kinds of other somethings that I couldn't even imagine how to describe. But Conner could. "Jeez, kiddo!" he gasped, pulling back a little. "You fuckin' need to be loved." Then, with one swift movement, he picked me up in his arms and carried me over to the bed like I was nothing more than a sack of potatoes. "You have some bad ideas about sex, Donovan, but what you really need to learn about is good lovin'. Being gay is a whole lot more than just cheap thrills, stealing blowjobs in the woods and fucking in dark alleys. It's about dudes loving dudes. Real love. Loving one man, or a few, or a lot of 'em. Love, not just sex. And you're starving for it, boy." He tossed me down on the bed and sat down next to me, holding my hand. "I wanted to play muscle dudes with you, pose for each other. Compare our bodies. Show off." He squeezed my hand. "But you need something more important, buddy. Cuz if you don't get it soon you're gonna explode into a million little pieces." He let go my hand and grabbed the waistband of my shirt and began pulling it up. I held up my arms so he could pull it over my head. He tossed it somewhere and I watched his face as he unbuckled my belt and pulled the zipper of my jeans down. The voices that were usually in my head taunting me not to be queer, or laughing at me, mocking me for liking dudes and not girls - they were gone. Dead as fuck. All I knew was that this incredible man wanted to love me and I was like total putty in his hands. Conner scooted down a bit to pull off my shoes and socks. Then he grabbed the bottoms of my jeans and pulled them off too, tossing them into the shadows. His jaw dropped as he looked at me. "You sexy fucker," he laughed, "wearing that hot jockstrap to come and see me." "I was worried I might get too turned on around you." "You sure did and I'm real happy about it." He grabbed the jock by the sides and pulled it down my legs and over my feet, then tossed it. My dick, in all its commando glory, wanged up and pointed at the ceiling. "Yowza!" Conner was looking at it hungrily. "You are perfect in every way, Donovan. You can come to our contest tomorrow and they'll give you a special prize just for being so all-around awesome." Then he stood up and started taking his clothes off. My whole body was tingling and my cock was throbbing as he pulled his shirt over his head exposing his muscular chest and shoulders, beautifully developed biceps and forearms, and perfect slabs of abs, all nicely tanning-booth tanned. Next he pulled his shoes off, then down went his pants and off into the shadows. He stood there before me in a pair of black bikini briefs, a nice big dick bulging inside them. The symmetry of his build was incredible. He was so smooth and beautiful that all you could think of was touching and touching and more touching. "God, you look like an artist's drawing," I sighed. He smiled. "That's what we do. Aesthetic bodybuilding turns it all into art." Then he chuckled, adding, "But what we can't do is turn back the hands of time and retrieve the youth and beauty of someone your age." Then he pulled his briefs down and his dick popped out at me - long and shapely and just as pretty as the rest of him. A second later he was climbing on the bed and when he lowered himself on me my head started spinning and I thought I was going to reel off away into oblivion. His weight felt so good on me, his dick pressing hard against my own, our chests rubbing together as he smoothed his lips against mine back and forth. "Tell me something," he whispered. I could hardly even think. I was fucking overwhelmed. "Like what?" "Anything. What are you thinking?" "Oh jeez! That I love you being on top of me like this." "Good, because I'm lovin' it too." Then he kissed me and my reaction was the same as before. My arms wrapped around him and I pulled him tighter and tighter wanting to crush our bones and meld into each other as his tongue played with mine and his dick rubbed against me. Zitzing sensation flashed up through my groin flooding my whole body so warm and tingling. My nipples were on fire, hard and firm as they rubbed against his. And I knew in my soul that there was nothing wrong or perverse about this. It was primal. instinctual, natural, the way God or Nature had intended for me and him and others like us to be. And anyone who thought differently was working from some concept that had nothing to do with Nature or God, just some stupid crap opinion made up by bigots and haters. Conner's lips strayed from mine and he was soon kissing my chin, then trailing kisses down my neck, laving my shoulder bones and pecs with his tongue as he moved down, kissing my taut nipples and playfully biting the right one before inching down to my abdomen. My heart was banging as he licked my abs back and forth from side to side from the top slab to the bottom, then trailed his tongue down the indentation between them down to my belly button and the beginnings of my pubic hair. When I felt him engulf my cock into his moist mouth, such a force of sensation swept through me that it left me breathless. He began to suck me up and down, up and down and in and out, and it set me on fire. I grabbed at his hair wanting to do the same to him, and he must have understood because a second later he was squirming around, pulling me down on the bed. His meaty thighs wrapped around my head and his beautiful dick bammed right into my face. It took no time to get into my mouth, all of it, big as it was, and I was sucking on it, forcing it down my throat like I just couldn't get enough while he was doing the same to me. The sensation of my cock being sheathed inside him was insane and I knew I couldn't go much longer before I exploded into him in orgasmic frenzy. My hands were holding his muscular butt cheeks as we were fucking each others' faces and I was wishing, hoping, dreaming that this could all just never end. But it did when Conner pulled his head away, letting my dick go, then reached over and grabbed my neck, stopping me from sucking him. He scooted back, pulling his dick out of my mouth. "Whaaa ...?" I gasped, hardly realizing what had happened. "Slow it down, hunk dude," I heard him say. "I want you to fuck me." "Huh?" Had I heard him right? "Me fuck you?" He laughed. "Yes. I love to bottom, especially with a dude like you." "But I ..." "Don't worry about it. Come on, let's get back up top." Conner heaved me around and we were soon back with our heads on the pillow. His arm was around me as he reached over with the other to the nightstand next to the bed. "But I never fucked anybody before," I said, embarrassed. "Nothing to it. A guy like you, you're a natural." He had a wrapped condom in his hand and, with his other arm still around me, he ripped the top open. He handed it to me. "Here, take it out." I did what he said while he reached over to the nightstand again. "Hold this," he said, handing me a tube of lube. He took the condom back. "Now watch how I put it on you." I smiled. I could've figured that part out myself. But it was so cool to be in his arms with him doing it. He was being so sweet and nice to me I could hardly believe it. "See?" he said after he'd put it on. "Easy, huh?" "Yah, sexy too." Just his touching my dick and pulling the thing on was enough to get my heart banging again. Then he grabbed the lube and squeezed a dollop onto his hand. "Next we juice you up with a little bit of this." And he fisted my dick and began pumping it to cover it with the lube. "Oh Jeezus!" I groaned. "Dude ... that's too much!" He squeezed my dick and laughed. "You think that's something. Just wait'll you get this bad boy inside me." Then he kissed me on the lips, handed me the lube, and flipped over onto his stomach. In the dim light his broad back looked like the Great Plains, his awesome butt like the foothills leading up to the continental divide. He pushed the butt in question up into the air. "Put some lube on your fingers and juice up my hole." My heart thumped. This was really getting incredible. I got on my knees and did as he said, spreading his luscious cheeks and spreading the lube around the hairless puckered hole. He was moaning. "Use more, Donovan. Stick a couple fingers in there and push the lube up inside." Well, okay. I didn't know if I was actually going to get to fuck him. My dick was throbbing so hard I thought I was going to have an orgasm just lubing him! I squirted more of the goop on my fingers and slowly pushed the first two up into the lovely hole, then back and forth to make sure it was well lubricated inside. Conner was moaning. And me? I thought I was going to die right there, sticking my fingers up this gorgeous muscle hunk's beautiful butt. That's when Mother Nature totally took over. I lost any and all inhibition and tossed the lube tube, spread Conner's legs and got between them, pulled his butt up a little higher, and entered him as easily as if I'd been fucking bodybuilders for a living. Ohmygod! Sheathed in that muscular tightness, the feeling of sliding back and forth, in and out, was so intensely electrifying that I cried out like some wailing rock star as Conner below me was doing the same almost as loud and enthusiastically. I knew he wanted to be down with his butt up and his face on the pillow, but I got so carried away that I grabbed him around the waist and heaved him up, my left arm wrapped around his chest holding him against mine, my right hand fisting his dick and pumping it, as my tongue licked up and down the back of his neck. That is, until he twisted his head around to kiss me and our mouths locked in passion as we wailed like sirens into each others' mouths. Back and forth, in and out, The fire in my loins and groin spread throughout my body filling every cell with a zinging sensation beyond what I ever imagined it could be like. Time seemed suspended as I blissed out like forever until the breakwalls burst, the volcanoes erupted, and our voices both roared out. I began to spurt out inside Conner and he erupted all over himself and my hand as we kept kissing and sucking on each others' mouths in the most ultimate communion two men can know. Moments later we plopped down upon the mattress in exhausted glory, me still on top of him, both of us breathing hard, gasping for air. Conner let out a hoot. "Don't you dare tell your father about this!" With my face on the back of his neck, I started laughing. "Yah right! He doesn't talk to you anymore. Imagine what he'd do to me. I'd probably be out on the street and have to go live in an LGBT shelter. What the hell made you call me anyway?" "I was talking to your brother on the phone this afternoon. Asked him how you were. He said you were all grown up, big and good looking. I asked if you had a girlfriend and he said no, you didn't seem to have much interest in girls, as far as he knew. So ... since I was right here in town I figured I'd give you a call. Maybe you liked dudes?" I kissed the back of his neck. "Yah, looks that way, huh? Especially dudes like you. I'm really glad you called me." "So am I, Donovan. Nobody ever fucked me like that before. You are one helluva stud!" I squished my still-hard dick against his butt crack, hardly able to understand the full extent of what had just occurred. Did I really just have hot man-sex with this awesome competition bodybuilder and show him a really good time? And he liked me? Me? The big bully at Carlton High who nobody liked? "I guess I'm a hell of a lot more than I thought I was, Conner," I told him. "And I guess I can be who I really am if I give it a chance. Man, thanks a lot for helping me to understand that!"

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