Chorus Line Cocksuckers

CHORUS LINE COCKSUCKERS
By Malcolm Hoover
(HotMaleReview.May.1986)

It had been a hard night at dance rehearsal. Seven hours of non-stop dancing, doing the same routines over and over again until we got them right and then doing some more. By now my ass was sore from having the strap of my dance belt stuck in my crack all night long. All I could think about was getting home, getting my dance clothes off and taking a long, hot shower. But it seemed that one of the other guys in the chorus line had other matters on his mind.

When the choreographer finally let us go, I started for my car. I was just going out of the theatre when Chris, a fellow dancer, started walking with me. Chris was just twenty one, about five foot nine, with long curly brown hair. He had a thirty inch waist and buns that filled out a pair of jeans more than you can imagine. He had the perfect ass and a perfect face and body to go with it.

During the short walk to the car Chris dominated the conversation, talking about how tired he was and how sore his balls were from being held tightly by his dance belt all night long. He kept grabbing his crotch and rubbing saying he was just trying to get the blood running in his sore, aching cock. I told him I had the same problem and was looking forward to getting undressed and taking a nice hot shower.

"I guess I should get right to the point and tell you why I chased after you after the rehearsal," Chris said. "Our water heater went out last night and we don't have any hot water in our apartment. Can I come over to your place and grab a quick shower?" he asked.

Being the lurid slut that I am, I told him of course. I was hoping to get a look at that huge piece of meat that I knew he keeps strapped up in the dance belt all the time on stage.

We both got into our cars and he followed me to my apartment. When we got in I offered him a glass of wine to soothe his nerves and help him relax. He was more than happy to accept. He said he could use a couple of glasses of wine after the workout we'd just gone through at rehearsal. I agreed and assured him that there was plenty of wine in the refrigerator.

Rather than sit around the kitchen. I suggested that we go into the living room and stretch out on the sofa where it was more comfortable. Once we got seated Chris started complaining again that his cock and balls were sore from being in a dance belt all night long. As he sat there rubbing his crotch, trying to relieve the pain of constriction, I noticed that he was starting to get a bigger bulge in his already straining crotch. He had already shed his jeans and jacket and was sitting there with just his leotards and tights on. I could see the ripples of his young, firm stomach through the thin fabric of the dance clothes. His chest, revealed by the extremely low cut of his leotards, was still glistening from the evening's sweaty workout. His crotch continued swelling up under the pressure of his hand.

It finally got to the point where he was so uncomfortable he asked if I would mind if he got undressed and relaxed for a few minutes before jumping in the shower. I would have been a fool to say no — so I didn’t.

As he peeled off his dance clothes my own excited cock started to throb as more and more of his young, firm body was revealed. First he pulled off his leg warmers and leotards, then he slipped out of his tights. As his tights dropped past his waist, I could more clearly see the lump that was being held in by only his dance belt. As he peeled out of that, his huge hunk of man-meat stood at attention, standing straight out from his hot, young body. He stroked his cock a few times, then tenderly rubbed his balls and groin. The more I watched, the hotter I got — and the more my cock ached. As he turned to pick up his glass of wine, his hot buns were in clear view and surely within my reach — but I didn't have the nerve.

As he sat back down he said he felt much better now, but his legs were killing him and he would love to have a good rub down. I told him I would be glad to give him a massage if he wanted one.

"The only thing I would like more than a massage right now would be to have someone sucking on my cock and fucking me in the ass," he said. He didn't even flinch as he announced that piece of news.

After a welcome invitation like that, I couldn't resist. I reached over and started stroking his leg. His thighs were thick and firm from dance rehearsals four times a week and gymnastics class three times a week. I started stroking the top of his thigh and then I stroked the inside of his thigh, lightly brushing against his swollen balls.

It wasn't long before he leaned over and laid the lip-lock of death on me. I thought I would never taste fresh air again!

After a brief workout on the couch we both started working up a new sweat and I suggested that we jump in the shower and rinse off. I set the temperature at a good warm setting. As I started to climb in, Chris asked if he could join me — no problem.

As the steam began to build in the room, the head of steam in our bodies grew twice as fast. We took turns soaping up each other's body, while our tongues explored the inner reaches of the other's mouth. As we continued to wash, we rubbed up against each other continually. And as we did, our cocks both grew to their maximums, both begging for relief from the fuck-juices that had built up inside our balls.

After we had spent a while rubbing against each other, I noticed that Chris had reached around and grabbed his ass and started working his fingers in and out of his puckered fuck-hole. As he worked on his ass, I worked on his cock — almost to the point of explosion. He was moaning and squirming and getting hotter by the minute.

He turned around and backed his tight, hard ass up against my rock hard dick. He was obviously dying to get my big, hard cock up that hot asshole of his, but as I started to enter his tight butt, he cried that he couldn't because he was all plugged up. He asked if he could douche, so I gave him my douche bag and he hosed out his tight fuck-hole as I got the massage oil hot for what was to follow.

He finished and came into the bedroom. I was laying there on the bed, my cock stiffer maybe than it had ever been. He climbed on the bed and we started to roll about in a passionate embrace, our tongues once again exploring the other's mouth. I had him roll over onto his stomach and started pouring some of the warm massage oil down the center of his back. I finally reached his firm ass cheeks and started working the heated massage oil into them. At first I just worked the surface, but the more I rubbed, the more he squirmed and pushed his ass into my hands. Then he started lifting his ass up and working it more by the minute. By now I had started working the massage oil into his tight, puckered asshole.

First I worked one finger into his eager ass, then another. I was pleased to find his asshole clean and moist from the hose job. The more I stuck my probing fingers in, the more he worked his ass.

He wanted it so badly and the oil was only helping minimally. It was time for some serious lubrication. I reached for the grease. I started working it up into his asshole. Again, the more I worked it, the more he wanted it. He was up on his knees and working my three fingers for all they were worth and still wanting more. I probed and poked, slowly finger-fucking his asshole — in and out while I worked on his erect cock with my other greased hand. As I worked, he moaned and cried for more.

"Are you man enough to take more up that fine ass of yours?" I asked.

"Please give me more, sir — or give me a dildo."

After working his asshole with my fingers a little longer, I finally pulled out and gave him what he asked for, a big twelve inch dildo. I greased it up and shoved it up into his young but experienced asshole. There was little resistance to the pressure. The more I worked it, twisting and turning it, slowly pulling and pushing it, the more he begged to be fucked harder.

It was now time to get on to other matters. I pulled the dildo out of his ass and got him over on his back. His legs flew into the air and all the way back so his toes were touching the pillow beside his head, the kind of flexibility only dancers and gymnasts have. The combination of wine, shower and douche had done their jobs well. I was just hoping that they had not done their jobs too well and that he wouldn't be too loose from the preparation I had already given him.

As I lifted his ass up and guided my thick, eleven inches of hard cock toward his asshole, I was amazed to find that he not only had tremendous agility, but he also had enormous control over his asshole muscles. He started to contract his puckered hole as I gradually slid my cock in — it felt almost virgin tight.

As I carefully slid my huge dick farther up his ass, his moans of ecstasy increased. When I had slipped it in about half way, Chris surprised me with a sudden thrust of his hips — his ready ass swallowing the entirety of my swollen cock.

After I was all the way in — balls deep — I started working it in and out slowly, savor-ing each moment of being in his sweet, hot ass. I worked it in and out a few times. Then I pulled it out so just the swollen knob head was still up his ass and got ready to give him all I had. I began thrusting my big cock up his ass just as hard as I could. And as I did so, my heavy hanging balls slapped up against the cheeks of his ass. The more I pounded it into him, the more he begged. "More . . . harder!" I was now really drilling his asshole as hard as I could. I pounded it into him more and more and it sounded like he would never be satisfied. He started working his cock with his hand. Grabbing some more grease, he lubed up his dick and worked it harder.

His begging and moans of pleasure were more than I could take, and I started to shoot my hot cum load up his ass. I let out a cry of relief as the first spasm shot through my body. As I did, he began to spray his own thick dick juice like a geyser.

I continued to pound my cock up his ass at full thrust as I came and he continued to shoot his load — some of it spraying onto the wall behind the bed.

Afterwards, when we were both spent, having shot what seemed like gallons of cum, between the two of us — mine up his ass and his over the bed — I collapsed on top of Chris and we rubbed our bodies together in his thick, white cum. We both passed out almost immediately and woke up the next morning in each other's arms.

That morning brought a replay of the whole scene. Later that afternoon we went to Chris' apartment and picked up his clothes. Two and a half years later and Chris is still here.