The Thrill of the Hunt - James’ Point of View
by R Christopher Cooper
This story was written with the full permission of Londonboy to use his story as the premise. The first part mirrors his story but from inside James’ head. This story moves on to the conquest and what happens after they leave Jake’s Bar. I encourage you to read Londonboy’s story first.
It was the first Friday since she left and ran back home to her momma. The wedding was off and I was free to start doing what I wanted to do. She didn’t know that I was gay and/or bisexual. No one knew. When she followed me out here after I got the job things began to fall apart. Now it was over.
I heard that Jake’s Bar was the place to go to indulge in another of my deepest secret fantasies. This was another thing that no one knew—I had a fascination or maybe even a sexual fetish for tall good-looking muscular guys.
In a college psych course I learned that Modern psychology assumes that fetishism either is being conditioned or imprinted or the result of a strong emotional (i.e. traumatic) experience.I correlated it to the rescue worker that found me when I was lost in the woods. Back when I was six it was considered hero worship and it was perfectly normal in my family. He was tall, handsome, and very muscular. I can clearly remember snuggling my face against his rock hard pecs as my hand gripped his massive bicep.
Being shy it took all my courage to go to Jake’s. I felt safe enough because I only knew a handful of people in this city. It helped that Jake’s was on the opposite side of town from where I lived and where I worked. Still I had to be careful.
I bought a bottle of Fat Tire beer and tried to melt into the shadows. I was dressed all wrong and people were looking at me. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. It was strange to be in a place without women around. Just about all of the people in the bar were obviously gay men. Perhaps I wrongly assumed the bar would be crawling with bodybuilders—that was the rumor. Maybe they would come in later if I stayed. If.
There was one older guy that maybe was once a bodybuilder and there were a few athletic guys but that wasn’t what I wanted. I was athletic. I wasn’t an athlete but I was athletic. I worked out, I jogged, and I watched what I ate. I nursed the beer—I didn’t drink much beer. Where are the bodybuilders? Was this a mistake? When I finish this beer I’ll hit the road, I thought.
Grandpa ex-bodybuilder was coming at me. I should guzzle this beer and ditch the old fart. He’s hitting on me; the old fart is hitting on me! His name was Sam. I had to smile. I was polite but I wasn’t interested. Then he said something about my hair. Who the hell is Shirley Temple? He patted my head like he would a dog. The sucker was making fun—it was time to leave. Maybe I’ll do some trial memberships at gyms. They have bodybuilders all over the place. What time is it? I looked at my watch. I still had to get supper. Sam saw somebody at the door that he knew and I felt that I had to move before he came back. More people are coming in—maybe some bodybuilders will show.
I saw a place by the pool table where Sam couldn’t see me. I got another beer. Who came in? I scanned the room as I sipped the second beer. Holy fuck that guy in the sweatshirt is one big dude! My beer dribbled down shirt. Fuck how embarrassing. Fuck I think he saw me spill the beer. I didn’t look at him again. Maybe he was one of those World Strongest Man types with the fat looking arms and big bellies. You know; the kind of guys with no muscular definition. Is that why he wore that sweatshirt? If he was off season fat then I wasn’t interested.
Damn he was good-looking—I might make an exception. A guy who was watching the pool game started talking to me—actually bragging about his talent playing pool. I half listened as I tried to figure out what to do next. Fuck—the big dude was gone. I searched until I found him. He was watching me. He lifted his arm as if he was toasting me. Gotta get to the bathroom where I can adjust my cock and get rid of the beer I already drank. If he was interested he would follow. He didn’t come to find me, he didn’t come. Time to go home. I splashed cold water on my face.
I’ll go from the bathroom strait to the front door, I thought. About half way across the bar there was a commotion behind me. Bar fight? The pool game?
The hair on the back of my neck bristled. Some guys were looking at me as they rubbed their crotch and then they looked back at the pool table. I turned almost afraid to see if two guys were fucking on the pool table or something. They weren’t but the big dude had pulled off the sweatshirt. They were cheering for Mr. Muscles. I focused on his face not wanting to be disappointed if he had a fat gut. Our eyes locked and he toasted me again. His mouth was forming words—don’t go!
I waved and then I wanted to crawl into a hole—I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me… “I…” I mouthed. “I gotta go,” I said but he didn’t see because he was moving toward me. My feet were frozen to the floor. He made his way through his admirers. He finally stood right in front of me and he held out his hand.
“My name’s Robert and I love guys with curly hair.”
I had to laugh. I grabbed his hand and then slowly let my gaze go up and down his body – taking in his giant arms, his bulging chest, his flat tight abs, and broad shoulders. I then looked back at his beautiful face.
“My name is James and this must be a match made in heaven because I love guys with big huge muscles,” I grinned. Man that was a corny line.
He laughed as if he was relieved. He flexed his pecs. His hand was still shaking mine as hate poured out of the eyes of the guys nearby who were watching us.
“Can I buy you a beer?” he asked.
“I was just going to get something to eat,” I said looking down. My eyes stopped at his cock and when I realized where I was looking I looked back to his eyes with fear.
“Then can I buy you supper?” he grinned. His huge arm rested across my shoulders as he guided me back to his table. He guzzled his beer and began to put on the sweatshirt. I wanted to yell NOOOOOO, but I didn’t. He ushered me outside.
“Thanks,” I said as he held the door for me.
“I know a great steak place but it’s across town,” Robert said. “I live across town.”
“Me too, I’ve been looking for a house… I was looking for a house but not any more. I…” I stopped not wanting to tell him why, not wanting to scare him off. “I just moved here six weeks ago.”
“You looked like you were lost in your own thoughts in there,” he said. “Follow me if you want… steak,” he said with a nervous quiver in his voice. “You could ride with me,” he offered.
I wrapped my hand around his thick forearm. “Are you sure about this? I’m new at this and…”
“Positive,” he beamed. “I’ve never been more positive in my life. My only fear is that you will change your mind so (he took my wrist and moved my hand to his chest) I want you to have a taste of…muscle, real muscle.” He bounced his pecs.
“Holy shit!” I said a bit too loud. I looked around but I didn’t pull my hand away.
“Follow me?”
ANYWHERE, I thought. I nodded.
It felt like it took about six hours to cross town. I never felt so in lust or as lonely as when he took off in his truck. I had second thoughts—about letting supper interfere. I knew he wasn’t there at Jake’s to find someone to take to supper. He wanted to take me to bed. I wanted to be in his bed. I followed blindly. He pulled into a driveway. I felt like he led me astray.
“You can leave your car here,” he said leaning into the window.
“Is this your house?” I asked (he smiled). “Should we skip supper? We could order a pizza.”
“Don’t you want to be seen in public with me?” he raised an eyebrow.
“No—Yes—I mean. I’d be proud to be with you.” I touched his thick forearm.
“I’ll flip a coin—you call it. Heads we go out tails we stay here.”
“Heads!” I called.
“Tails,” he grinned as he showed me his hand. He led me inside.
“Let’s go out,” I said getting cold feet.
“I’ll just change my shirt,” he said as he lifted off both the sweatshirt and the tank top together. I plopped into a chair. I had to sit.
“Are you ok?” he asked as he leaned on the arms of the chair. I was overwhelmed by his presence—his physique—his huge pecs.
“Wow!” I croaked. “Is that what I felt?”
He smiled and nodded. “This might sound weird but I think that I built this body just for you.” He took my hands and made me stand. He pulled me against him and then he rolled around my body and flexed his huge arm. I reached around his body and fondled his huge pecs as I kissed his bicep.
“I never felt this way before,” I admitted. I ran my hands from his collarbone to his belt several times before I stopped at his nipples and stimulated. The next time I reached down his belt wasn’t there—I found pubic hair and the root of his cock. He stepped out of his shoes and pants before he began posing. He tried to open the buttons on my shirt.
“Your body puts mine to shame,” I said holding his hand at bay.
“This isn’t a contest. Let me see the rest of you. Everything about you turns me on so why shouldn’t your naked body?”
Naked? I gulped. “I’m a bit embarrassed,” I said. The minute the words left my mouth I regretted uttering them.
“Three years ago I was scrawny. I let myself go. I drank too much beer and had a bit of a beer gut. Nobody at Jake’s would so much as look at me. The doctor said I was headed toward diabetes, heart trouble, and a potential stroke. I changed my lifestyle, I began to work out, and I liked it. The guys at the gym taught me how to eat right and they helped me sculpt my body. The bigger I get the sexier I feel. Do you think I’ve gone too far?” he asked.
“No.” I said as I removed my hand from the buttons. “You can never be too rich or too muscular. I just don’t know if I can meet your expectations,” I admitted.
“I picked you out of the crowd,” he said tenderly. “You and nobody else,” he held my shoulders. It looked like he was about to kiss me. “I can feel muscle under the shirt.” He hesitated and let me go. “I’m rushing you. I didn’t mean to rush you,” he said reaching for his jeans. I grabbed his wrist and took the jeans out of his hand.
“On the way here I thought that maybe by this summer I’d get to see you without a shirt or in a swimsuit. You have obviously exceeded my long term goals and I just didn’t know how to react. I never did this before. I need you to teach me but I’m afraid of being taken advantage of or raped or something.” I felt my face redden.
“You want to be wooed, dated, and pursued,” he smiled. “You’ve never jumped into bed and fucked someone’s brains out one night and never called them again. You are the exception to the average frat house brother. You are a National Treasure! You are what I dreamed of finding all my adult life and you have curly hair to boot!”
“Now you are making fun of me,” I protested. He slowly shook his head no.
“No, you are a perfect diamond and I am treating you all wrong. Let me get dressed and buy you that steak I promised,” he offered.
His hand covered his cock as if he was suddenly embarrassed to be naked in front of me. I watched his tight muscular ass walk toward his bedroom. I didn’t want to be a diamond or a precious National Treasure; I wanted to be a man he was proud to be with, proud to love. I put my hand on the doorknob and slowly turned.
“Rob?” I said meekly as I opened his bedroom door. He was balanced on one foot putting on his briefs and when he saw my naked body he literally fell on his ass. I ran to help him. I tripped and I found my cock and balls resting on his tremendous thigh. I did something I thought I’d never do—I kissed Rob. He took me in his arms and kissed back. He rolled to the top position and kissed me like I had never been kissed before.
“Incredible,” he whispered. His hand ran along my chest and abs. his expression changed when he saw my cock. I smiled because I didn’t think he could resist touching my cock. That was one part of my body that I was proud of because it was almost ten inches long and it was raging hard. “You certainly are not lacking here,” he said while stroking my dick. “I think we should take this really slow.” He stood and helped me up. We held each other in bed occasionally kissing.
We started to rub lotion all over each other's naked body. I marveled at the size of his muscles. By this time I had a second massive hard-on and I wanted to cum. He began to slide his fingers up and down my ass crack. He reached down and put one of his fingers inside of my ass as we kissed. It felt so good I wanted to bust a nut right then and there. I rolled on top of him and gave him the same kind of passionate kiss he gave me earlier. He took my cock in his hand and started to stroke it. Then he started to kiss me all over, working his way down my body. He disappeared under the sheet and I felt his warm lips wrap around my cock.
His tongue slid down to my balls then up my shaft and then all around my cock head. I couldn’t see him but I could hear him lapping up my juices as he sucked me. He stretched out the bottom half of his body so now his cock was just a few inches from my face. I started to lick his balls mimicking what he was doing to me. Then I took his cock in my mouth. Without hesitation I licked the head and before I knew it I was sucking on his cock.
I went up and down slowly, massaging it with my tongue. I could taste pre cum. I heard his moans, which made me know I was doing this right. I tried to take all of his cock into my mouth but I couldn't.
“I'm gonna cum,” I heard him say between gasps.
I wanted his juices in mouth and then again I didn’t. It was too late to pull away when he let a huge load of cum fly right into my throat. I tried keeping it all in, but some dripped out and ran down my chin. He looked at me and smiled. I felt my orgasm building. I groaned and had to swallow what was left in my mouth. It was the best blow job I have ever had. I blew a huge load down his throat. He swallowed every drop. He turned slowly and gave me a kiss.
We held each other again as we rested and recharged. After a while Robert hesitantly asked.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he whispered in my ear. “I want my cock in your ass,” he said. I was really nervous.
“I don’t know” I said. I was afraid because they said it hurt like hell.
“You didn’t mind when I put my finger in there. Trust me, you'll love it. It may hurt at first, but not for long,” He said reassuringly.
“You have to tell me what to do,” I said hesitantly. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“Trust me, I don’t want to hurt you so I’m going to prepare you—stretch you to accommodate me,” he explained.
At first I was tense. He inserted one lubed finger and then another. It started to feel great and I started to moan a little. I gasped when he hit my prostate.
“Yes,” I hissed, “Please…” He turned me around to face him and pulled me close. He slowly kissed my lips and I boldly slipped my tongue into his mouth. We tongue kissed. My hand was all over his cock as we rubbed together. He held my ass cheeks as he rocked his hips. I squeezed his ass as well and I knew my time was at hand. Nervous, scared, and unsure I just let it happen. He used his hands to spread my ass cheeks and again insert fingers to stretch me open.
“I’ll take it slow,” he said tenderly. How could I refuse this muscle dream come true? He had me kneel and put my face on a pillow. My ass was in the air and I felt him position himself behind me. I felt the tip of his cock rub along my crack and then he slowly began to shove his way in. I began to remember every horror story I ever heard about first times.
“Just relax,” he said. I felt something go in and I clamped down. “Relax that’s just my finger,” he said trying not to chuckle.
“Sorry,” I said embarrassed by my lack of experience.
“Push back just a little,” he advised. As I moved back he pressed forward and the cock head popped in me. I yelled out in shock and surprise and he held my hips and his cock steady. It hurt but it wasn’t a searing unbearable pain like I expected. “Relax,” he said hypnotically. I felt him ease in probably an inch or so. He began to pull and push in mini thrusts going deeper as I relaxed. He went slowly, and it didn't much hurt at all. Then he stopped and wrapped his arms around my chest. A shiver went down my spine feeling his huge pecs pressed into my back. “I’m all the way in,” he announced as he nibbled my ear.
He pistoned his cock a bit faster but it was not, in my opinion, lovemaking. It felt like he added more lube to slick me up for the big finale. Then suddenly he pulled out. I was shocked. Was it me? Did I do something wrong? He then told me to turn onto my back. He lifted my legs and reinserted his cock. He instantly raked across my love nut and it was like lightening pulsing through my body.
Seeing all his muscle flexing and straining as he picked up speed made my cock as hard as steel, and after a while I was lost in pleasure and screamed “Fuck me harder!” So He went to town on my asshole. He started slamming his cock in and out as fast as he could. He was fucking me and I loved it. His balls would slap against my ass with every pump. His cock felt warm and hard inside of me. I was writhing in pleasure. It felt so good. I felt my cum rise and as hard as I tried I couldn’t stop my cum from shooting.
“I'm gonna cum.” he yelled.
“Inside me, do it inside me!” I begged.
Almost as soon as I said that he blew a huge load of cum into my asshole. He thrust deep with each pulse of his cock and then he lowered his sweaty body down for a long passionate kiss. His cock eventually pulled free and he moved beside me. We started to kiss and hug. Exhaustion washed over me and I fell asleep in his arms.
I awoke with a start. The room was dark and I was toasty warm. Huge muscular arms surrounded me and then I knew it wasn’t a dream. I was happy, satisfied, and fulfilled. I slowly stroked his thick forearm and then I felt his grip tighten.
“Now it’s your turn to fuck me,” he whispered.
It was a little awkward getting in position and I blamed it on it being so dark but soon I slid my cock inside of his ass and fucked him almost as hard as he fucked me. I held his legs as I thrust in and out of his tight ass. He moaned louder and louder as I rammed my dick deep inside him. I leaned forward and rested my hands on his rock hard pecs as I fucked him. Just feeling his hard body quiver with delight made me shoot my cum deep into his bowels. His arms wrapped around me and he kissed me a thousand times all over my face and neck.
“Thank you,” he said. I thought I heard a small sob. “I didn’t think I’d ever find you,” he said softly. I nestled against his hard body and listened as his breathing turned to a soft snore. I closed my eyes and I didn’t have a care in the world.
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