The Exploration Of Nate on HotGuySecret
CHAPTER I – DECISIONS
Nate was heading out for beers with the guys from his old corporate job. Working in the flat and the monotony was soul destroying. He jacked corporate life in a few months back but still kept in touch with everyone. He was a photographer at heart. Getting a good shot was his passion. Picking up corner shop shifts and taking a handsome redundancy meant he could take his time building his portfolio.
Nate was at another change in his 25 years. With his mischievous blue eyes, olive skin, glasses and top knot, light beard, sleeve and 5’8 tight frame, he wasn’t short of attention. He welcomed it from both sexes. He was increasingly disinterested in women recently. Sex was predictable no matter how wild he made it. He didn’t want a relationship. Happy with his straightforward life. He’s always been straight to the point, verbal and literal in sexual encounters. Sexy talk was embarrassing. Say what you want and need. He’d gotten to thinking lately, would men satisfy this straightforward urge for no strings, no bullshit sexual gratification? He’s heard about dominant bottoms in gay sex – could this be an intriguing new sexual awakening in him? Men getting powerful and messy with each other. Sounded like a role that suited him. Verbal, to the point, wanting limits pushed and his insatiable appetite in the moment to be satisfied, albeit momentarily.
Back to now. One shameless beer selfie for the Gram stories.
Post: Out with the boys.
Nate wore a blue t shirt, stone wash jeans, brown Chelsea boots and his battered brown leather bomber. Top knot in place, glasses on.
On his way out a DM from Chris. Chris was a handsome outgoing gay guy about 41, from the same company. They had dangerously flirted in work over his time there. Chris grabbing is cock at the coffee station when no one was looking happened a few times. Never phased. Huge personality, built and perfectly tanned. He had a hot PE coach vibe going on.
Chris: You give me the horn. Miss you in work mate. Beautiful man. Get over to mine later when you’re done with the dad bods.
Nate thought, stars aligning? Chris was forward, he’ll give him that. Fuck it reply:
Nate: Hey! You dirty git. Yeah I’ll stop off on my way home. I’ll have had a few drinks so we can pick up where our flirting left off in the office before I left you all. Wink emoji.
Shit was that too forward? Another reply.
Chris: Don’t tease a man. You want some filth I’ll be ready.
Followed by a photo. Chris’ tanned quads out in front of him, this photo was specifically taken to show off the fat bulge in his Adidas shorts, clearly.
Nate swallowed hard and rested his free hand on his fly, feeling the material tighten.
Nate: I bet. Fuck what a weapon. Ok I’ll keep you posted. Crying laughing emoji.
No further replies.
Nate met Andy and Rob at a busy bar in town. 10 minutes from the flat. They updated each other on the last few months. Both getting suitably shit faced before having to return to houses filled with wives and kids at some point. God, 30s and 40s looked dull.
Nate couldn’t get Chris’ random interaction out of his head. He made his excuses and went to the toilet. In a cubicle he grabbed out his phone.
Chris: Having a smoke and a beer. Ryan is out like a light. Offer still there mate.
Nate: Leaving now. I’ll be at yours in 15.
Chris: Sound.
Nate made his apologies and left Andy and Rob talking shit about work. On the way Nate grabbed beers and papers for a smoke.
Knocking the door, Chris sprang through to answer. “Hear’s the handsome fucker. You alright mate. Get your arse in here.” Huge hug, feeling his body- solid and manly. They untangled.
“Hey mate. Long time. Look I know I was a little forward back then, bit carried away, but can we have a beer and that smoke? Catch up?”
Chris looked on with a grin, “course that!” He lifted his arms up, “offer is always there mind you.” With that Nate noticed the slightly deflated but still prominent bulge in his shorts.
They laughed until they cried at old now legendary work stories for an hour, eventually succumbing to the effects of the weed and beer. Chris’ invite still hanging in his mind. Ryan was solidly asleep in the armchair in the other corner. Still.
The smoke and the beer causing a chilled buzz. Nate thought now was probably as good a time as any to at least study another man up close. The not so subtle previews Chris had been giving guaranteed this would be something to be hold. Just curious for now. The feel of his shat rolled in his palm, maybe the warmth of it against his cheek?Heavy and smooth. The smell. What must this thing smell like?
As in any sexual proposition, Nate was direct and matter of fact. Why fuck about with silly talk. With that in mind he jumped off the sofa waking Chris a little more from his daze and settled on knelt knees. “Nah, come on then. I’m ready on second thoughts. We both know you’ve been dying to get this thing out and show it off to me. Those shorts are doing fuck all to disguise the fact you’ve been chubbed up for the last couple of hours, mate. Get your cock out so I can see what you’re so proud of.”
Chris a little startled and holding Nate’s determined stare, “fucking yes Nate.” With that the shorts were ripped off and flung somewhere indiscriminate. When Chris released himself from the shorts in a rapid frenzy, a loud ‘tump’ sound punctuated the rising anticipation. Nate was hooked as he watched the smooth, curved, fat and impressively long member smack against Chris’ belly, visible from the partially risen t shirt. A hint of precum escaped slicking up the landing site.
Shuffling forward, Nate came to rest on his shins, knelt, in front of Chris’ legs. No attempt to reach up to anything on display yet. He stared the heavy and fat tool resting across Chris’ half visible belly. “Don’t touch yourself yet. Arms to your sides. I want to study, observe it.” After taking the sight in with a contemplative grin. Still knelt. “I’ll get straight to the point. I want explore men – what I can do for them, what they can do for me – starting with your cock tonight. Not that I’ll be doing any sucking or fucking tonight. Think of it as my introduction.” Chris continued to stare at him. “You’re gonna answer some questions about what you do with that thing, I’ll get you so worked up mate you’re gonna pre-spunk like nothing else. If your answers hit the spot, we’ll see where we get to. I’m in charge though.” Nate looked at Chris with a defiant grin. “Whatever the fuck you want.” Christ tried to protest a little.
“Good. Fuck though, that is massive. I’ve seen gay porn and checked out the showers in gyms but there’s a fullness to yours. Jesus. It’s got a weight ain’t it? You’re pretty damn hard and it’s still resting on your belly. Ooomp! Fukin’ hell! There we go, another squirt for us. You horny prick.” Nate, still knelt with his arms crossed. Driving Chris mad.
“If you don’t want me to touch myself, turn around and fuck Ryan right now or let me anywhere near you, yes I’m gonna be dripping like a fucking old tap you fucking wind up.” Chris tried to sound stern but came out more hoarse and lustful.
“Guilty as charged. Looks like you’re making quite the fucking mess already. You’re belly is soaking with prespunk already. Sex of any kind should be messy. What’s the fucking point otherwise? Am I fuckin’ right? Every sense should be alive.” Nate gave his bulge a quick pinch to calm himself and shifted slightly, bringing his arms back up folded on his chest. Resting on his behind. Chris’ cock jolted up and a ‘tump’ followed with a watery slap on his now glistening lower belly again. “Christ, that thing is fucking raging. You’ve belted out more precum than most actually spunk. Starting to smell it to. Your balls must be throbbing like fuck already mate.” Chris didn’t even answer now just staring at Nate with his arms gripping the sofa seat. He’d now slumped lower in the sofa. Chin on chest, his tanned, solid thighs splayed off the edge of the sofa, his legs a little spread giving Nate a hint of his equally tanned, waxed and smooth underregion. Nate admitted to himself, seeing a man positioned like this, even only to satisfy curiosity in himself, for now, was a site to behold.
“Ok. Before we get started, I need to get myself a taste of this.” With that, he reached out slowly at first and then slapped Chris on the belly. “Ah! You prick! The fuck?” Chris protested and winced forward before throwing himself back. “I just need your juice, man. What? Have you sat like this, with that fat thing slapping around, squirting every time I open my mouth, and not get to sample some of it?” Justified like he was negotiating something completely mundane. Chris couldn’t argue and he enjoyed the marvelling his swollen member was receiving. Chris gauped as he saw Nate wipe the precum slicked hand all over his face and up his nose, not breaking his stare or grin aimed at once. “Ahhh, smells and tastes good man. May have leaked a little myself. Fuck. I can feel it.” Nate took his spit and precum soaked hand and rubbed his shameless bulge. Moist patch growing and growing. “Fuck, what you packing in there, going on about me!” Nate grinned and folded his arms again, just licking his lips to get some more of Chris’ leakage. “You’re bigger than me, I’m 8’5, pretty thick as well. You must be 10 and your girth must be something.” Chris’ legs sprang in and out to compensate for not grabbing his cock, “fuckin’ right. I’m big. Most blokes love it, get rough and nasty with it. Love them yanking my balls with their gobs and hands too. Fuck get the fuck on with these questions.” Chris was restless now.
Huffing dismissively. “Alright. First up. You’re huge, cocks like this normally pack a punch, you shoot a deceent amount? Hard and far? The kind you can hear spurting out of the head it’s so powerful. That’s just one. Does Ryan struggle when he takes you into his mouth, or do you not care and ram your girth in and he submits?” Shifting to his weight and holding his knees up to his chest and resting his elbows on them. Added bonus, Chris observed, Nate allowed his jeans to slip so his cheeks and scrotum area could partially be seen, clad in his black briefs. Nestled between two slim but toned hints of thigh. Chris’ cock jolted and the precum whipped in the air momentarily at the development. Nate pretended not to notice yet another leak. “I just wanted to open myself up a little. My arsehole is twitching a little. I must be tapping into something my body wants for sure. And my balls are getting warm and aching – for me to sort when home.” Chris just gawped and what he was a seeing and hearing. “Now, same question, his hole, that thing must be brutal, those thighs must make you fuck like a V8. How does he prep? Lastly, have you ever let anyone up that hole? It does look good. Tight, clean and smooth.”
Nate leaned back a little and splayed his legs out. Jeans hooked in place by his now aching bulge. Ready for answers.
“Fucking hell mate. I nearly came just from you fucking goin’ on and on.” Chris moved his legs from side to side then assumed his original position. More precum came. Following a frustrated sigh. “Too right man. My loads are legendary. I’ve had to stop Ryan sucking me off after football in my new car. When I wasn’t making him down my load, I’d spunk all over the dash, roof and seats. Was getting wrecked. I’ve hit that opposite wall from just sitting here too.” Chris nodded. “Ry will give me blue balls in the morning sometimes on purpose, just to get me totally backed up and wound up by the end of the day. Fucking torture. Worth it though, I blow even more when wound up.”
Chris continued, “When getting filthy he loves submitting. I love dominating so it works.” Nate’s jeans slid further, perilously, only his clearly thick head was holding them up. Chris – slightly distracted, “I’ll come home from the office, call him to the hall way, pull my cock out, pull him to his knees and hold him against the wall. Dropping my cock down his throat on repeat. He loves it, pulls my trousers and pants down and uses my cheeks as handles. He chuckled. “Such a pig in the right mood. We’ve been together years. He’s used to my size and shape. We love sex, so wherever and whenever we can I’ll slam him. Hard and fast finger blasting until he cums keeps him open, I’ll do this anywhere, we don’t give a shit where we are, fingering is so easy to coverup. same with toys and dildos.” Chris chuckled and continued. “I fucked him with one on a meeting at home once. I was on mute and my camera was off, got way too into it and spunked all over the screen. Shirt open, suit trousers round my ankles. Spunk fuckin’ everywhere. That was fuckin’ hot. Getting his pussy out while I’m on a call, what does he expect. Keepin’ at it is the game and we get pretty rough with each other and others when we can so pushing our limits always keeps it new. You should see him when I’m eating him out. Nearly bust my neck before now. Ughhh!” With that a slop of watery precum bolted from his cock. Without hesitation, Nate leant forward and down, opened his mouth wide and let the lot land on his tongue. Lapping up the presex and resuming his position. “Mmm, had to get that. Getting it straight from the sauce makes it sweeter to be honest man. Fuck this.” With that Nate peeled his jeans off and set them aside. Considering Ryan a minute and admiring how heavy he slept. Even with his man shooting spooge everywhere right next to him, keeping his black briefs firmly on, Nate moved closer again. On his knees now slightly forward. Hands the floor.
“Jesus, your filthy. I’m like gagging for you to touch me or me to fucking do all sorts to you. I’m a bit terrified of how intense and to the point you are about this stuff.” He shifted his weight again. “That’s me. I’m fascinated by sex. The act, I don’t care about love and intimacy, maybe that’s why I’ve set myself this challenge to explore men. Ive not done anything with one before, I don’t want to take my time either, just get out there and conquer whatever I can. I’m ready for something new. I’ve reached my limits with women, they want all that crap, men less so. They’re insane beasts I need to get my hands on. Submitting is what I’m curious about, but I’d be dominant and verbal at the same time. Still telling the big prick what to do. Slam, gag, whatever. On my terms though. I know men will be a different energy and more powerful but I need to push my limits. Look at the fucking mess I’ve made you create without even touching you. I know I can turn most anyone if I wanted. I have no issue with men shamelessly flirting with me, as you know. It’s just the next step. In the moment though, I can’t get enough of everything about it. Like you’ve just seen. I’m filth you wouldn’t know unless you were in the moment with me. It’s just physical. No shame in that. The sweat, the cum, the feeling it gives me and who I’m with. It has to be hard and relentless, or achingly drawn out foreplay like this. Or I ain’t interested. So carry on. Actually let me get up real close. I need to be up in your thighs, balls and arse. Not wasting time. This site is fucking insane. Pure man.”
”Fuck, yeah, go on.” Chris manages, whispering, opening his legs a little to allow Nate in further.
With that, Nate pushes himself forward, making no effort to avoid his face making complete contact with the base of Chris’ cock and his sack. He breathes in forcefully, there’s a liquid sort of crackling as he nestles his face in the fluids between his face and Chris’ sack and thighs. Giving an ‘mmm’ to approve. “Fuckin’ yes. The smell of a completely backed up man. Sex musk is fucking intense.” Nate reported from his position between Chris’ thighs. Nate had Chris on fire. He caught Nate’s eye once he finished savouring Chris’ scent. Chris had a slight frown, and his top lip curled into a slight snarl. Nate stared blankly. Pure lust. Chris pulled his legs in, wedging Nate in place. He needed something to happen soon. His grip was a signal. Nate did nothing to protest.
Nate bobbed his head up to look Chris straight in the eye again, now a little hoarse from his face being consumed. “Go on then. One. Fuckin.’ More. Fuck knows what I’ll let you do next.” Both were now sweating, droplets forming on the now risen white t shirt Chris was wearing. His face, legs and forearms were glistening. Nate’s light blue t shirt, capturing drops of everything at the neck. Nate’s glasses in position although a little filthy. Rarely will they come off. His face was wet with a mix of precum, sweat and a lot of Chris.
Dryly Chris said quietly, “I. Do. Not. Bottom. I’ll let anyone eat me out. I know my arse is smooth and tanned. I take time to keep it that way. So I’ll let it be worshipped. I’ll take a hard fucking with fingers, that can make me cum like a fucking’ cannon. That’s your lot.”
Nate says nothing but acts. Keeping Chris’ stare at first. Chris shivers as Nate brings his forefinger up to the dipping of the cheeks leading to Chris’ pussy. No further. He jabs the finger back and forth. Bouncing between the cheeks at speed. The slapping sound vibrates through Chris and the sofa. Nate jams his face tightly into the space, slathering it with sweat, the precum melting from his face and what was freely falling from Chris’ cock. Lying unattended just above Nate’s forehead.
“Orrrrgh, shit! Yeah, keep doing’ that. Nasty shit man!” Chris tightened his thighs a little more. By now Nate was making snorting noises while he teased Chris’ entrance, savouring as much juice and scent as he could. He yanked his head back. “Arrrghh. Fuck yeah. That’s wild. All that and we’re not even at the pussy yet. Maybe another time.”
Nate paused and took gathered precum from Chris belly in his hand and smeared it over his face one more time. Before locking eyes with Chris and ordering, “Ok, time for you to get rough. Use me like a rag and shove that thing in my face. I need to feel its weight. Slap me with it. It’s just not going in my mouth.” Nate yanked Chris balls and slapped his thigh in assertion. Chris growled and more precum whipped from his cock, this time, he grabbed his cock and flung the seepage directly at Nate’s grinning face. Adding to what was already swimming all over it. “Filthy fuckin’ prick. Good aim. Come on then.”
Chris said nothing and was now sat up right and glaring. He let his thighs untangle Nate. Nate fell back a little on his knees grinning cockily, only for Chris to swing a hand around and grab his top knot in a fist. Pulling Nate crashing into his previous now familiar position. Holding him by the base of the top knot, Chris jerked Nate around dragging him all over his man spread. He clamped Nate’s face on his belly next, “you fucking caused all this, fucking clean it up you cunt.” Something took over Chris, voice was flat, low and forceful. Nate was insatiable, “yes, use my face like a rag you prick,” slapping Chris on his chest. Chris pulled him down in front of him. Holding Nate’s head, he finally grabbed his cock and dumped it hard over Nate’s face. Over and over. The sound was full, fat and heavy. Like a slap. Nate started to laugh through his teeth. “Fuck me this thing is brutal. Like I’ve been punched by a spunky fist.” Chris was breathing heavily, Nate regained control, pushed Chris back on the sofa and on all fours moved back a step.
“Fuck you’re a pig. A big cocked, alpha dad pig, who’d have thought.” Gaining more breath, Nate proceeded to pull his t shirt off. Chris nearly blew taking in the rest of the sleeve tattoo and the smattering of hair on Nate’s chest. Nate went back to all fours but peeled his briefs below his arsehole and spread his legs a little. “I want my hole out when blow your wad. Think of it as extra inspiration. Get the fuck up stand in front of me. I want to feel your thighs leaning on me. Wank yourself over my face, I’m gonna bury my head in your balls. When you’re going to shoot, grab my top knot and rip my head into position. I want this load on my face. Glasses, hair, nose, lips, beard, what ever. Make a fucking mess of my face.”
Nate leant back and watched on as Chris stomped toward him, resting his balls under Nate’s nose. Nate took his hands and rubbed the thighs of the man who was about to drench him in what would be a first for him. He noticed an overwhelming desire between the thighs. It wasn’t so much sexual but it felt good. What was this feeling? Snapped back to reality.
Yank.
“Oh shit, oh my, oh Jesus. Uuugh.” Chris held Nate in place by his hair as requested. Chris didn’t disappoint. The first rope shot over Nate’s head but he heard the jet leaving the fat head in front of him. The next landed across his face, diagonal, top to bottom, followed by another, next in his top knot, next a thick spurt on the bridge of his nose, next a double hit across his nostrils and mouth. Nate sounded like he was coming out of water for air, “fuck yeah, Jesus this is mint!” Finally and Nate shuddered, as a final full jet – for which Chris shoved his thighs forward slightly still holding Nate by the hair, causing him to shake in his grip like a doll, arms loosely draped by Chris’ feet, from the force of the shot – landed mid way down his back and travelled down the curve of his back into the valley of his cheeks, past his puckering hole, round his own aching sack and resting on the floor. Chris smacked his cock one more time in Nate’s face. Huffed and slumped on the sofa.
Nate, covered in Chris, literally, and naked apart from his black briefs clinging on for dear life, sat back and sighed. Coming back to normal almost.
“That was an intro to what I need. I know we’ve had a smoke and a drink tonight but I do mean it. I want to explore my limits with men. If this is anything to go by. You can be my wingman and even get in on action, too. After tonight’s preview, you have to. Seriously though man, I trust you and want your involvement.” Nate was gathering his clothes, breath and putting everything back on. Not before reaching forward and pulling on Chris’ cock once, making Chris spasm in his state on the sofa. Wind up.
Still breathless. “Take it fucking easy man. You just made me blow everywhere. Fuck off!” Chuckling. “Yeah mate cool with that, Tonight was insane. You’re a dirty fucker in the middle of it. This submissive stuff but you in control will be popular with blokes round here.” Nate noted, ‘around here?’ Chris must have some kind of supply of blokes he gets filthy with. Fuck. Could he tap into that or observe at least? We’ll get back to that with him he thought. “Honestly mate, you can sniff out a big cock needing a rough time easier than you think. Check out really normal places – stores, the beach front on family walks, gym, pools, you name it. Just keep an eye out. It’s crazy but true. Bored husbands, dads, alpha geezers are the most filthy and rough. Once they’re being serviced they don’t care where they are. Text me when you get into some filth. I want to know. And what we got here, this is carrying the fuck on. Ryan will join us at some point. If he ever wakes the fuck up.” He reached and stretched some last spooge off his cock head and wiped it on his t shirt. Still totally flat out on the sofa.
Nate, now dressed and ready to leave. “You bet. What a wild night. Fuck, Ry is unbelievable. Still sleeping. Christ I envy deep sleep. I’ll take you up on both offers. Catch you soon. Oh and yes, before you ask,” he clicks and points at his spunk drenched face, “I’m walking home like this. Covered in you. If that gives you another load to shoot before you sleep, text me. I’m out.”
Chris didn’t need to be challenged, after hitting the shower and getting Ryan to bed. He sprang to action again.
Nate got back to his flat. Spacious, calm and quiet. Free of booze and weed. He’ll run and swim tomorrow to blow it all away he thought. He stood in his living room, main light on in front of his massive bay window. Probably people in their bedrooms looking from across the road. No care in the world. Let them. T shirt, jeans, socks, shoes on the floor by the kitchen area ready for laundry in the morning. Not to make a mess at home. Anywhere else was fine. Not here. This is a sanctuary. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and made tracks to his bedroom. Taking a quick swig on the way, realising he’d worked up a thirst. Not washing tonight, he wanted to savour it all. He ignored his own cock tonight. But as he sunk into his bed, took off his glasses, then licking the salty residue off them without hesitation, downing more water and returning both to his bed table, his phone buzzed.
Chris. WhatsApp. Media clip. Pressing play, Nate was met with a recording from Chris’ point of view with his cock jammed to the base in Ryan’s throat against a headboard. Accompanied by the sound of Chris commanding, “take the whole thing you pig” followed by Ryan gagging.
“Oh Jesus yes.” Nate whispered to himself, starting to get in position. He had an urge to rub his hole to the dirty clip on repeat, imagining Chris stuffing his face like that one day. He went at it, rubbing the puckered entrance with his index and forefinger, helped by the damp remains of Chris’ spunk. He exhaled hard as he hooked one leg back to increase his access while he strummed his pussy with increasing speed while on his back, with the other hand. He leant his phone against his calf. He hit record.
Play back check to be sure. He looked good in the camera. An inviting slut. He stared dead centre at the camera, his face just in view. Rubbing the left over spunk back and for. The sound filled his recording to go back to Chris with. Pure filth. A wet rustling. He mixed his own now spewing precum from his own ample cock in with the cum left overs, as he lost himself in his pussy. He finished up his recording and with big sigh,fell under the covers. No cum tonight. Torturing himself a bit more. It’ll keep him alert in his first look out for encounters tomorrow. This exploration starts now. The exploration of Nate has started.
Send.
Accompanied with, “Night both. Ry, you missed a blinder. Your horse hung man battered me tonight and now I’m slapping my cunt before bed.’
Chris: ‘You’ll have us revved up again. You’re going to ruin men’s lives. That clip is filth. Mucky boy.’ Crying laughing emoji.
Liked.
Sleep.