The Pineapple of Masculinity - Part 2

Part 2 of 2 

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

Colton closed the door behind me as we walked into the locker room. The familiar stench of sweat and young, male hormones hit me in the back of the throat, but I wasn’t complaining.

“How about like this?” He asked, leaning back against the lockers.

I raised the camera and watched him through the viewfinder. God, he was fucking hot.

“Ain’t you supposed to be directing me?” He joked, tensing his muscular body.

“Huh? Oh, yeah uh… Put your hands in your pockets and look at me” I said, completely winging it.

Colton followed my direction, and I had to admit, the resulting image was even better than I expected.

“Look down at your abs” I said, and he did. “Put one hand behind your head”.

Colton obeyed me, and there was something insanely arousing about that. I continued to guide him through the photo shoot, until I had an even better idea.

“Pull the edges of your shorts down a bit” I said, testing the water and expecting Colton to scoff at me. Instead, the young hunk slipped his fingers into the waistband of his shorts, and dragged them slowly down to reveal a perfect set of V lines.

“Like this?” He asked, smirking.

“Uh huh” I swallowed, quickly shooting. “How about uh… How about a little further?”

I was really pushing it now. I was almost certain that he would tell me to get fucked, but once again, Colton followed my orders, and I watched as more of his groin was revealed, until a spread of pubic hair appeared.

“Too much?” He laughed, but I was already snapping photos of the perfect view.

“No, no” I said, getting better angles, “that’s… That’s perfect”.

My heart raced as I stared at him through the camera. He was easily the hottest guy I had ever met, and if only I had the balls to ask him to go even further, I most certainly would have.

“Uh… Do you need a moment?” He chuckled, and I looked up at him and cocked a brow.

“A moment for what?” I asked, perplexed.

“A moment for that”.

I followed Colton’s gaze until I was looking down at the very visible bulge in my trousers. I winced when I saw it, and almost dropped the camera as I scrambled to fix myself.

“Shit, sorry” I groaned, desperately trying to figure out how the fuck I was going to get myself out of this. “I um… I just… I was…”

“Chill, man” Colton scoffed, “you ain’t the first person to pop a boner looking at this body”.

I gawped at him. His fingers were still in his waistband, and he showed no signs of removing them. Was Colton enjoying this?

“Do you uh… Do you wanna finish up?” I asked, praying that the answer would be…

“No” he said, and my heart jumped. “Keep going, you’re getting good at this”.

“At what?” I gulped, still very aware of my throbbing erection.

“Telling me what to do”.

There was something more to his voice than I could put my finger on. If I knew no better, I’d almost say that Colton sounded somewhat seductive.

“Right” I nodded, trying to brush the last few seconds off. “Alright, uh… Why don’t you lose the shorts completely, then?”

I was being brave with that one. Having the guy tease me was one thing, but stripping almost completely naked? There was no way that he’d…

Colton shoved his shorts down to his ankles and flicked them off the end of his football boots. He wore a pair of crisp white Calvins, and his bulge was perfectly outlined in the centre.

“How’s that?” He asked, grinning.

“G… Great”.

I snapped so many photographs that the camera began to overheat. I knew that down below, my dick was pouring pre-cum into my underwear, but I couldn’t leave it like this. If Colton was willing to go this far, how much further would he go?

“Turn around” I said, “hands on the lockers and look back at me over your shoulder”.

“Ah” he smiled, doing as I said, “you’re an ass man, then?”

I felt my cheeks burn as I stuttered, but he was correct. Sure, I loved dick as much as the next gay guy, but ass? God damn.

Colton, of course, had the best ass I’d ever seen. His underwear was stretched thin around the large, meaty globes, and I was so infatuated by it, that I almost forgot why I was there in the first place.

“Are you gonna take the picture?” He asked, with a cheeky grin.

“Huh? Oh… Yeah” I replied, taking more.

“What’s your plans then?” He asked, raising his ass a little.

“My plans?”

“Well” he laughed, “I doubt you’re going to show your professor these pictures, are you?”

“Oh” I chuckled, “no, I uh… I think I’ll save these ones… I mean, not save, but like… I just mean… I…”

Colton laughed and turned back around. Why was he so calm about this?

“What next?” He asked, seemingly unbothered that I’d just admitted to him that his photographs were going straight into my wank bank.

This was it. This was the only shot I was going to get to see if Colton really was willing to go all the way. I looked up at him, and then nodded toward his boxer briefs.

“Those” I said, and his eyes narrowed slightly. “Drop em’”.

He paused for a moment, and I guessed that he’d call a stop to it, but instead, Colton rolled his underwear slowly down his legs, until his thick cock flopped out, and his heavy balls followed a moment later. I let the camera hang from the strap around my neck, and my jaw dropped.

“That feels better” he smiled.

“Yeah” I nodded, unable to take my eyes off the snake between his legs. “Yeah, it does”.

Neither of us said anything for a while, as Colton mindlessly massaged his cock whilst I watched. My own one was desperate for release, and the more I stared at him, the more I wondered if Colton was willing to do things off camera, too.

“Why don’t we leave the photographs til’ later?” I asked, taking the camera off and setting it down on the bench.

He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t say no.

It felt like I was a different person. Normally, even the idea of something like this would have terrified me. I’d never been able to even speak to guys like Colton, but here I was, considering saying something that could land me in a damn hospital.

“How about you get on your knees?”.

Once again, Colton stayed silent. He stared at me like he was trying to figure me out, and I stared right back at him doing just the same.

He was going to punch me. He had to punch me. How could I even expect something like that? It was crazy. It was ridiculous. It was downright stupid, and then it was happening.

Colton slowly lowered himself to one knee, then the other. He looked up at me for a change, and his lip curled.

“Like this?”

“Like that”.

I took a step toward him until we were inches apart. Was he going to crack up? Was he going to flip out? I stood still for a few seconds, and watched his hand reach toward my pants, and felt his fingers trail the outline of my boner.

I let out a gasp as he fumbled his way toward the waistband, and seconds later, my hard cock bounced free, slinging cock slime onto the floor.

“Somebody was enjoying themselves” he smirked, and without saying a word, Colton squeezed the base of my cock, and I moaned out.

“Holy shit” I gasped, as he began to stroke me. “Fuck… I didn’t think… I didn’t know… I didn’t –”

“Shh” he said, and I fell silent as he jerked me off.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. How on earth had we gotten to this point? It felt like some sort of amazing dream, but it wasn’t a dream. Colton was jerking me off!

I relaxed into the most amazing handjob I’d ever experienced, but it was what came next that almost floored me. I felt his warm lips close around the tip, and his wet tongue slide against my slit, and my knees began to buckle as he sucked me into his mouth.

“Oh, Colton” I moaned, mindlessly grabbing his head as he plunged deeper onto my cock. “Oh fuck, oh fucking fuck”.

I listened to the sounds of his slurping over my own frantic breaths. He swallowed my cock into the back of his throat, not even gagging as waves of pleasure soared through my body. The whole thing became too much, and I had to pull back before I blew my load into his stomach.

“What’s wrong?” He grinned, wiping pre-cum from his lips with his thumb, “scared?”

I stared down at him in shock. Was this why he’d been nice to me all this time? Did Colton like me the way I liked him? It sounded too absurd to be true, but then again, here we were.

“No” I said, still trying to catch my breath, “no, I’m not scared, but how about you bend over that bench instead?”.

His smile widened, and without a word, Colton crawled toward the bench, pushing his perfect ass out as he did, revealing a stunning pink hole which was hidden behind a splash of dark hair. I almost orgasmed just looking at it.

“Like this?” He asked again, smiling at me over his shoulder as he pulled one of his cheeks apart.

“Like that”.

I got into position behind him and rubbed my dripping wet cock head across his hole. He let out a sharp moan as his ring began to clench, and I spat down on onto it, covering the perfect opening in saliva.

“Fuck me” he gasped, rubbing his finger across his hole, spreading my spit around. “Come on, do it”.

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I pushed my cock against him, grabbing his muscular hips as I began to squeeze into him, and we both moaned as my cock slipped inside, and his tight sphincter clamped down around my shaft.

“Oh, that feels so fucking good, bro” he grunted.

“Who are you telling?”

I pushed deeper, feeling his hole swallow me as I did, and only when all six and a half inches were buried inside him, did I finally pull out and shove it back in.

“Oh!” He moaned, “oh fuck yeah, fuck my ass, bro. Fuck me hard, man. I need that cock!”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This six foot three, muscular-ass football jock was moaning like a slut, and I, a guy who could easily be considered a nerd, was fucking him like a jack hammer.

I ploughed his tight ass harder. My balls smacked against him with each powerful stroke, and I knew that it wouldn’t be long before I blew my load into his guts.

Colton’s hand reached down between his legs, fisting up his rod and pumping it as I pumped him. The stench of sweaty sex filled the small locker room, and the sound echoed as we both drew nearer and nearer to orgasm.

“I’m gonna blow!” He whimpered, his hand smashing up and down. “Oh, fuck!”.

I watched as his large cock erupted, and spurts of thick, hot cum burst across the tiles. My own balls began to churn as I watched the spectacle, and as Colton came on the floor, I came in his guts.

Waves of the stuff flowed from me as I pounded his hot, jock ass. More and more of it shot into him, and the orgasm that rippled through my body was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. By the time it ended, I was almost delirious.

Colton got to his feet before I did. I watched as a trail of warm cum drooled from his fucked asshole, and spilled down the inside of his hairy thighs. He picked up my camera, pointed it right at me, and snapped a shot.

“There’s one for your project” he smirked, and turned it around to show me, breathless and sweaty, with my freshly milked cock hanging between my outstretched legs.

“If that ain’t masculine, then I don’t know what is” he grinned.