MyJockStrap
05-17-2005, 12:21 PM
Real Life
Ian was a newspaper reporter (for the Daily Mirror as I remember. He was not the pushy kind of guy that you might associate with researching a good news story, but a soft spoken, even mild mannered man.
If Autralia ever had a 'Clark Kent', this was he. Not a half-bad 'Superman' either.Ian was a big strapping man, every bit of his estimated 250 pound body made up of nothing less than solid muscle. He was a towering 6 foot 5 inches and I can vividly remember how thick his wrists were, wondering just how he came to be pushing a pencil on a notepad rather than tapping the enormous potential for sheer body strength he possessed. Keeping well in with the press when you're in show biz is sometimes crucial, and Ian had been assigned by his newspaper to interview the singer that I was working for. I had set up specific times of the day to invite several reporters to our hotel, As the gentlemen of the press arrived, I would offer them some refreshment while they waited turn.
Ian was the last one, and I had him all alone in my room for a while. He wanted to know all about England and America. These were places he dreamed of visiting. England I could handle, but I had not yet even been to America myself. I found myself enjoying his company and talking with him, his deep voice with the broad, unmistakable Australian brouge was intoxicating me faster than the scotch and water I had fixed for both of us. We laughed about the differences in our speech and terminology - this was my first time in Australia too, so I was just another 'green pomme bastard' as he put it. It was not hard to undress him in my mind and get an overall picture of Ian naked! I wished!!
Over the next few weeks, Ian became a frequent visitor to the Hotel, calling in when he was 'just passing' or 'in the area' for some news story. Inviting him up to the room, I'd order coffee from room service, and we would sit and chat. After several visits, I was resigned to the fact that the only undressing that he was ever going to get from me was with my eyes. I had always noticed how he sat with his legs wide apart, which is something that is natural for a big man with large thighs and his pants were always extremely tight, showing off a basket that any man would be proud to possess. I has tried hard not to look on his frequent visits, but my eyes would inevitably drift down once in a while to whet my appetite. Then one day, it became obvious to me that it was all deliberate.
He had stopped by my room wearing casual clothing. For the first time, he had on a pair of shorts. The sight of his bared arms and legs really got my blood pumping, and when he said he had a day off from work, and offered to escort me around Sydney to see the sights, I nearly choked with surprise! It was so totally unexpected. So that's what we did. Me and Superman. We went everywhere, ending up at Luna Park (the equivalent of Coney Island, I guess). It was a great day but I had to get back to do a show in the evening, so when he returned me to the Hotel, I invited him up for a drink. This time, the tables were turned on me. He was using the same game plan that I had employed to get Ross, the chauffeur/security guard, into bed. I was the one taking the shower and getting changed, and he was the one that was checking out my tan-line as I stepped fron the shower with just a towel around my waist. I turned round so that my back was toward him and said that at least I wasn't as white as the cheeks of my ass any more, and cheekily slipped the towel down to moon him with my lily-white buns. He didn't stand up but suddenly his big arms snaked around my waist pulling me back toward him, and in one easy movement, he had me face dowm, bent over his huge thighs while he was telling me that he had a perfect solution to putting some color in them - and he began to spank my ass!
Slap!
Boy, that big hand made contact like the crack of a whip, and I instinctivly squirmed as I tried to escape, but he held me firmly and crachked my other cheek! After each slap, he would rub my tingling buns and tell me that they were looking better all the time. They almost matched the rest of my sunburn.
He released me and there was the unmistakable boner in his very tight shorts. I looked straight at it, Ian not attempting to hide it, and as he sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back and supporting his upper torso with his massive arms, I reached for it. He scrambled back on to the bed laughing, pretending to to avoid my move, telling me I was being a bad boy and I would need some more discipline, but I jumped on top of him pretending to wrestle with him. We rolled over and over. Sometimes he would be on top of me and I would gasp for breath with all that weight pinning me down. His hard cock, still confined in his shorts, was pressed up against my naked body and I could feel the heat from it even through the fabric. Finally, I slid my hand between his huge legs, and took hold of a long, thick piece of manmeat!.
Now he began to 'submit' and started relaxing. He lay back on the bed as I began to slide his shorts down helping me by raising his hips. His hard, beautiful uncut cock sprang out and slapped his belly with a crack as loud ad his hand on my ass! Eight thick, uncut inches and a magnificent pair of fat, low hanging nuts. No wonder his mound had looked so big when he had been speading those legs for me so many times!
I went to work on those balls first, just licking them and sucking them, his cock twitching as it tried to harden even more, the foreskin now almost all the way back exposing his large plum shaped cockhead. He was laying back with his eyes closed when I started working on his dick. He just began to gasping and moaning as I ran the shaft between my lips, my tongue tip under his foreskin, and finally burying my nose in the hair that started out at his barrel chest, running thickly over his firm abdomen, and culminating in a thick golden bush around the root of his rock-hard cock. As the head of his cock pushed against the back of my throat, he raised his legs, pulling them together and locking my head into the vise of his firm muscular thighs. Then he reached down and held my head in place with both his huge hands and legs! I was trapped, and I knew that for the second time in my life, I was going to taste cum!
Ian began thrusting up with his hips, fucking my face with all the strength of a powerlifter, and I guess he was really grunting and moaning by now, although with my head pinned between his thighs, my hearing was cut off. But I could tell by his twisting movements that he was about to climax. And climax he did, by releasing the grip with his legs as he spread them out wide, arching his hips to the max, forcing my head down to the root of his cock, and with a loud cry, shot wad after wad into my mouth and throat, emptying those delicious balls of their juices!
I got to see Ian on many subsequent trips to Australia, but lost touch with him eventually, and he delighted in tanning my hide many times, rubbing in plently of coppertone to soothe them, and then with me at his mercy, and with the strengtgh of a gentle giant, he would fuck me mercilessly! Happy Days!
Ian was a newspaper reporter (for the Daily Mirror as I remember. He was not the pushy kind of guy that you might associate with researching a good news story, but a soft spoken, even mild mannered man.
If Autralia ever had a 'Clark Kent', this was he. Not a half-bad 'Superman' either.Ian was a big strapping man, every bit of his estimated 250 pound body made up of nothing less than solid muscle. He was a towering 6 foot 5 inches and I can vividly remember how thick his wrists were, wondering just how he came to be pushing a pencil on a notepad rather than tapping the enormous potential for sheer body strength he possessed. Keeping well in with the press when you're in show biz is sometimes crucial, and Ian had been assigned by his newspaper to interview the singer that I was working for. I had set up specific times of the day to invite several reporters to our hotel, As the gentlemen of the press arrived, I would offer them some refreshment while they waited turn.
Ian was the last one, and I had him all alone in my room for a while. He wanted to know all about England and America. These were places he dreamed of visiting. England I could handle, but I had not yet even been to America myself. I found myself enjoying his company and talking with him, his deep voice with the broad, unmistakable Australian brouge was intoxicating me faster than the scotch and water I had fixed for both of us. We laughed about the differences in our speech and terminology - this was my first time in Australia too, so I was just another 'green pomme bastard' as he put it. It was not hard to undress him in my mind and get an overall picture of Ian naked! I wished!!
Over the next few weeks, Ian became a frequent visitor to the Hotel, calling in when he was 'just passing' or 'in the area' for some news story. Inviting him up to the room, I'd order coffee from room service, and we would sit and chat. After several visits, I was resigned to the fact that the only undressing that he was ever going to get from me was with my eyes. I had always noticed how he sat with his legs wide apart, which is something that is natural for a big man with large thighs and his pants were always extremely tight, showing off a basket that any man would be proud to possess. I has tried hard not to look on his frequent visits, but my eyes would inevitably drift down once in a while to whet my appetite. Then one day, it became obvious to me that it was all deliberate.
He had stopped by my room wearing casual clothing. For the first time, he had on a pair of shorts. The sight of his bared arms and legs really got my blood pumping, and when he said he had a day off from work, and offered to escort me around Sydney to see the sights, I nearly choked with surprise! It was so totally unexpected. So that's what we did. Me and Superman. We went everywhere, ending up at Luna Park (the equivalent of Coney Island, I guess). It was a great day but I had to get back to do a show in the evening, so when he returned me to the Hotel, I invited him up for a drink. This time, the tables were turned on me. He was using the same game plan that I had employed to get Ross, the chauffeur/security guard, into bed. I was the one taking the shower and getting changed, and he was the one that was checking out my tan-line as I stepped fron the shower with just a towel around my waist. I turned round so that my back was toward him and said that at least I wasn't as white as the cheeks of my ass any more, and cheekily slipped the towel down to moon him with my lily-white buns. He didn't stand up but suddenly his big arms snaked around my waist pulling me back toward him, and in one easy movement, he had me face dowm, bent over his huge thighs while he was telling me that he had a perfect solution to putting some color in them - and he began to spank my ass!
Slap!
Boy, that big hand made contact like the crack of a whip, and I instinctivly squirmed as I tried to escape, but he held me firmly and crachked my other cheek! After each slap, he would rub my tingling buns and tell me that they were looking better all the time. They almost matched the rest of my sunburn.
He released me and there was the unmistakable boner in his very tight shorts. I looked straight at it, Ian not attempting to hide it, and as he sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back and supporting his upper torso with his massive arms, I reached for it. He scrambled back on to the bed laughing, pretending to to avoid my move, telling me I was being a bad boy and I would need some more discipline, but I jumped on top of him pretending to wrestle with him. We rolled over and over. Sometimes he would be on top of me and I would gasp for breath with all that weight pinning me down. His hard cock, still confined in his shorts, was pressed up against my naked body and I could feel the heat from it even through the fabric. Finally, I slid my hand between his huge legs, and took hold of a long, thick piece of manmeat!.
Now he began to 'submit' and started relaxing. He lay back on the bed as I began to slide his shorts down helping me by raising his hips. His hard, beautiful uncut cock sprang out and slapped his belly with a crack as loud ad his hand on my ass! Eight thick, uncut inches and a magnificent pair of fat, low hanging nuts. No wonder his mound had looked so big when he had been speading those legs for me so many times!
I went to work on those balls first, just licking them and sucking them, his cock twitching as it tried to harden even more, the foreskin now almost all the way back exposing his large plum shaped cockhead. He was laying back with his eyes closed when I started working on his dick. He just began to gasping and moaning as I ran the shaft between my lips, my tongue tip under his foreskin, and finally burying my nose in the hair that started out at his barrel chest, running thickly over his firm abdomen, and culminating in a thick golden bush around the root of his rock-hard cock. As the head of his cock pushed against the back of my throat, he raised his legs, pulling them together and locking my head into the vise of his firm muscular thighs. Then he reached down and held my head in place with both his huge hands and legs! I was trapped, and I knew that for the second time in my life, I was going to taste cum!
Ian began thrusting up with his hips, fucking my face with all the strength of a powerlifter, and I guess he was really grunting and moaning by now, although with my head pinned between his thighs, my hearing was cut off. But I could tell by his twisting movements that he was about to climax. And climax he did, by releasing the grip with his legs as he spread them out wide, arching his hips to the max, forcing my head down to the root of his cock, and with a loud cry, shot wad after wad into my mouth and throat, emptying those delicious balls of their juices!
I got to see Ian on many subsequent trips to Australia, but lost touch with him eventually, and he delighted in tanning my hide many times, rubbing in plently of coppertone to soothe them, and then with me at his mercy, and with the strengtgh of a gentle giant, he would fuck me mercilessly! Happy Days!