A gay sex stories: Fit and Tight; My Favourite
All characters are over eighteen. I hope you enjoy the story.
I’d seen him before. He wasn’t new here but had started hanging around the snooker hall last weekend. I guessed he was just eighteen and wanted to hit the place as an adult and have some fun without his daddy looking over his shoulder.
I’m sure he had noticed me when I walked in but didn’t seem keen to take me on. I watched him from the corner of my eye while I pretended to ignore him. I certainly liked what I saw but I wasn’t about to make the first move. Two could play at the indifferent game.
He had a slim. tight, wiry frame, with long blonde hair hanging loose. At about five foot eight and dressed in tight jeans and a fitted tee he was just my type. He looked about sixteen but had to have ID to get in alone so must have been eighteen or nineteen at least.
I was on the next table over potting reds and he was leaning over the table concentrating on a difficult pot into the top right. As he bent over his tight tee rose up showing the white skin of his back and the top of his briefs. Fuck, I nearly moaned as he moved that arse. He gave it a little wiggle and tensed his buttocks.
I was licking my lips as he looked over his shoulder and winked.
So he did want to play.
He kept eye contact as he played his shot without looking at the cue ball and smiled as we both heard the crack of balls banging together and one slipping into the pocket.
He stretched up, still with eye contact and as he turned his fit body towards me he raised his eyebrows and wiggled them provocatively.
“Hi. Fancy a game?” he said.
Mmm. I certainly fancied something. I had come in tonight looking for a hook up and this could be it. I was a little smaller than him and wiry too. I’d spent time at the gym but hadn’t been able to put on any appreciable muscle but had a slim frame and a tight, young twentytwo year old body. I wouldn’t say no to anything he could offer. My cock had gone from soft to a semi in the few seconds we had talked, or he had talked. I wasn’t sure if I could trust my voice not to squeak but I opened my mouth to give it a go.
“OK,” I replied, as gruff as I could manage. “Friendly or you wanna bet?”
Now why had I said that? I could tell he was a far better player than me. Me and my big mouth,
“Nagh mate. Just for beer. Anything else wouldn’t be fair.” He smiled and winked.
I was nearly swooning. Fuck, he was adorable!
He moved over to my snooker table and racked up.
“You can break off mate. You might need the advantage, from what I saw of your practise play.”
Cheeky fucker!. No way was I gonna take that and I leaned over the table, giving it all my concentration as I took my shot. He moved behind me and I felt his fingers casually run over my bum and stroke my cheeks as I concentrated, or tried to concentrate, on my shot. Was that accidental or deliberate?
He was standing behind me, too close for comfort, and just before I struck the ball I looked under my arm and saw his groin and the big bulge in his tight jeans. My cue skidded off the ball and it ricocheted across the table, missing everything.
“Mmm, easily distracted,” he murmured as he moved me out of the way and bent over in front of me. His bum was so inviting and I could smell his masculine, musky aroma. Yeh I certainly wanted to play with his balls and I groped my crotch to adjust my now rock hard cock.
He slammed the cue ball into a cluster of reds and one slid into a pocket. He turned and raised an eyebrow, clearly pleased with himself. Cocky fucker. As he moved to take his next shot he pushed in front of me and his firm, round arse brushed my cock, Deliberate?
What he did next certainly was. He bent over to study his next shot and slid his bum side to side against my stiff cock. Fuck, I was so hard I ached.
OK so he wants to play eh. I placed my hands on his hips and roughly pulled him into me. I leaned into his back and smelled his man odour. He straightened up and leaned back against me
“Oops, sorry. Didn’t mean to take your space. Don’t want to put you off your stroke,” I mumbled into his ear.
His hair smelled freshly washed. I wanted to grab it and pull his head down onto my cock. To my surprise he angled his head sideways and held his plump lips open just an inch away from mine.
“Feel free,” he mumbled. “I think you enjoyed it.”
“What about you?” I questioned as I bit his stubbly chin tentatively.
In answer he swiped my lips with his hot, firm tongue and as I opened them to reply he was in, prodding deep inside me as we fought with lips and tongues to get control and dominance.
Fuck he was a good kisser. I pulled away from his lips reluctantly and turned him round until I was mashing my slim hips and denim covered cock firmly into his. He seemed to enjoy the feel of my hard body. All those hours at the gym hadn’t been wasted after all. His hands ran up and down my back and cupped my small arse cheeks. I felt his fingers dig in and hold tight. Fuck I was gonna have bruises later.
Then I let out a soft moan as at the same time he devoured my mouth, I felt his fingers move round to my cock. He pushed his hips away to allow room and began to drag his hand slowly up and down my bulge; my now considerable bulge.
I was rock hard and what had been a five inch piece of soft, raw sausage was now a nine inch piece of rock hard scaffold pipe. Yes I was a grower and I needed to unleash the beast from the tight confines of my jeans before I was permanently damaged.
I saw his eyes light up as he realised just what he had taken on. A smile spread across his handsome face and he raised an eyebrow.
“Wanna come out the back so I can take care of that?” he growled as he tugged at my hard crotch. “We seem to be attracting a bit of attention.”
Yep, I’d noticed the looks we were getting from the locals and wasn’t surprised. This snooker hall had a bit of a reputation for after hours male only fun.
“Come on then,” I agreed without too much thought.
We moved off side by side. My new buddy had his hand down the back of my jeans, hidden by my flapping shirt tail, and I had draped an arm casually over his shoulder. We could’ve been twins.
As we got to the back door to the car park two six foot muscled hunks stepped across our path. They had cropped hair and fit physiques and adopted a “what the fuck” pose with bulging arms folded across well muscled chests.
“So what do we have here?” said the talkative one as he stepped slightly forward. “You got us all excited watching your moves and now you gonna cut and run? I don’t think so”, and he reached over and tweaked my hard nipple.
“We wanna have some fun too, don’t we Jake.”
His mate, Jake nodded and reached a finger up to brush my new mate’s chin.
“Mm, A nice fresh piece ‘a chicken. Just how I like em. Bet he’s got a really tight hole.”
“So what’s it gonna be? You gonna play and we’ll be gentle.”
With that they looked at each other and laughed, ” or you want it rough and hard? Either way we gonna have you boys. You decide.”
They flexed their muscles and growled.