Ray found himself once again sitting in the parking lot of the gym he had been scoping out as another potential patrol area. There was never any real intent to catch anyone or put a stop to the cruising. Just to have hot, illicit encounters with the (usually married) men that sometimes caught the patrol cop's eye. And due to rumors from several sources, this particular gym seemed like a great place to continue that trend. A place to continue his modus operandi of attracting these men, gaining their trust, and then utterly dominating them. That is, until Dylan.
It had taken all of Ray's willpower not to go right back there the next day to see him again. Not just because of the hot shower sex, but also because something about the short interaction before had infatuated Ray. That man had brought out a side to Ray that he often kept hidden and he had done it effortlessly. After four long days, Ray went back. He tried to seem natural as he walked over to the side room where Dylan had emerged before their previous encounter. From the doorway, Ray saw Dylan - all six feet and three inches of him. This time, he was working out with a young black guy, even coaching him as they went along. Ray observed just long enough to be impressed, both with the coaching and with the heavily loaded barbell Dylan effortlessly snatched over his head.
A repeat of the previous shower shenanigans was out of the question. Instead, Ray turned his focus to a real, grueling workout that would continue until after the object of his infatuation had showered and exited the locker room. He conveniently positioned himself to be in full view of anyone who happened to be walking out. It was a view that would catch anyone's eye: a six-foot-one formerly enlisted marine with the body of an amateur bodybuilder and whose bald head - once a source of insecurity - actually added to his appeal and made him seem more worldly than the average 34-year-old.
When Dylan reappeared, wearing khakis and a short-sleeved polo shirt with the gym's name on it, the two men exchanged a wave and a knowing look. Ray took that as his chance to make a move and soon found himself being waved, genially, into the manager's office as the big man sat behind his desk. The hulking figure had a presence that dominated the room even while sitting down. Ray plopped down onto the beat up looking black couch adjacent to the desk.
"So, you have any more shower fun lately?" Ray asked hoping that the answer would be no.
"Nope."
Ray suppressed a smile. It faded after what Dylan said next.
"A friend of mine pointed out that having sex in the shower is probably a bad idea now that I work here. He's a lot smarter than I was in my twenties."
"You told your friend about me?"
"Well not specifically. He doesn't know it was you if that's what you're worried about."
"I'm more worried about the competition," Ray said.
Dylan smiled. "You got nothin' to worry about there."
Ray had already thought about how this conversation might go. Had figured out the best ways to learn more without coming on too strong. Ray was not a very introspective person but he was aware that he could be a bit intense. In a short time, Ray was able to get a better picture of who this guy was. It was a picture that Ray liked. They had similar backgrounds - both had joined the marines shortly after high school - and both were single. But that was where things got complicated. Dylan had started the conversation guarded but after loosening up a bit Ray found out that Dylan was currently staying with a friend. A friend with benefits. Not a problem for sex but that was not all that Ray was looking for here. Sex was however, inevitable. The attraction between the two was undeniable.
When Dylan stood up from his desk, Ray felt his pulse quicken. His eyes drifted to the center of that powerful body and he sat up expectantly, as Dylan moved toward him. There was momentary disappointment when the confident stride continued to the office door, but it went away when Ray heard the click of the door lock.
"Can't do anything in the showers, but no one can catch us here," Dylan said, now standing directly in front of Ray. Without a word, Ray got on his knees.
Afterward, while Dylan was sated and appreciative, Ray decided to venture further.
"Seems like you had fun," he said.
"Yeah man, this was a nice way to start the day." Dylan had zipped up and sat back down at his desk.
"So, does that mean we could do something again? Maybe somewhere else, like a clean apartment with a comfortable bed?" Ray was fishing for a way to get this man to his place.
Dylan was not an open book. At least not to Ray. He gave very little away and it was hard to gauge what he was thinking. It was infuriating and alluring at the same time.
"Sure, we could do that," Dylan finally said.
After exchanging numbers Ray exited with an uncharacteristically chipper mood.
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The text came early one evening. There had been messages back and forth about when to meet up again for over a week but now, without preamble, Dylan made it clear that he wanted Ray tonight. He was more than willing to come to the apartment or anywhere else.
Ray told himself that he would be in control this time, at least of himself. But just in case, he decided to shower and prepare himself for anything. Stepping out of the bathroom, cleaned both inside and out, he thought about how to best present himself.
Eventually, he decided on a sleeveless t-shirt that opened far down each side and showed off not just his massive arms but also the sides of his pecs, lats, and obliques. For bottoms he pulled on a pair running shorts like the ones he wore in the Marines that left very little to the imagination. The muscular mounds of his bodybuilder ass filled out the back and stretched the fabric across his thighs and groin where there was an unmistakable bulge. No socks, no underwear.
Ray's heart started to pound as he heard the sound of someone coming up the steps outside of his apartment. A knock on the door came just seconds later. Forcing himself to be calm Ray walked over to the door.
When he opened it he wasn't sure how to start or what to say but he then realized that that didn't matter. Dylan stepped in without waiting for an invite, forcing Ray to take a step back. He pushed the door closed behind him and without a word grabbed Ray by the front of his shirt, bunching it in his left hand and exposing most of Ray's chest and both of his nipples. Ray was pulled into a kiss that immediately disarmed him. He didn't want to give in so easily but quickly forgot why. As the two kissed Ray moaned into the hungry mouth consuming his and pushed himself into the large body that so perfectly matched his own.
Rough hands travelled all over Ray's body until the made their way to his ass and gave it a squeeze. Ray could feel Dylan's erection poking through his sweatpants and pressing up against his own. He could have gone on like this for hours but Dylan had not come there for kisses. A large, strong hand suddenly gripped Ray's throat.
"Get on your knees," Dylan said, before shoving his tongue back into Ray's mouth and giving him a downward shove.
Ray dropped with a sense of urgency that he had not felt since boot camp, reaching for the drawstring of Dylan's sweatpants before both of his knees even hit the floor. With one hand sliding down the pants and the other tugging them downward, Dylan's cock sprang free in moments, already hard and almost lunging towards Ray's face. He took a deep breath and a second to gather himself. Suddenly there was a large hand on the side of his face. He looked up found intense eyes staring into his own.
"Open up," came in a deep voice that was calm, measured, and authoritative.
With that Dylan spat into Ray's open mouth and the shoved his cock in, gliding over the tongue and reaching the back of his throat in no time. Ray was not prepared for this. Nor was he prepared when the figure towering above him pulled out of his mouth completely and shoved it in a again.
Strong, unyielding hands gripped Ray's bald head and pulled it back and forth as if using a sex toy. Ray gagged and choked, making noises that for a moment he couldn't believe were coming from his own mouth. Then, he regained a since of control. Instead of letting the cock poke and prod the back of his throat, he grabbed the bucking hips in front of him, made direct eye contact and took the entire length of it down his throat. As his lips rested at the base of Dylan's long cock, the cop paused, maintaining eye contact, before he pulled back and took in the entire length in one fell swoop. The big man shuddered. Ray felt pleased with himself, and picked up the pace. Now Ray was in control as much as he could be. His head bobbed and swerved as he sucked up and down the length of the long, throbbing cock. After several moments Ray felt himself be pulled upward. He resisted. The feeling of having such a large manly marine towering over him pushed him to a place that he seldom went. He wanted to keep sucking and servicing Dylan for as long as he could. His cock was so hard it was throbbing against his shorts.
A second, more insistent pull brought him to his bare feet. Where before his hungry mouth had been filled with hard cock, it was now again invaded by Dylan's tongue. These men's hungry mouths enveloped each other and Ray relished giving a man a taste of his own cock. He mindlessly lifted his arms as Dylan yanked his shirt over his head and went to put his tongue back into to Dylan's mouth but before he could his short running shorts were being pulled down roughly to his ankles. Ray stepped out of them without a thought and in a few short tugs found himself completely naked. More ravenous kissing ensued and soon Ray couldn't wait any longer. He got back down on his knees but this time Dylan joined him, still forcefully tonguing him. He felt the weight of his lover pushing him backwards and suddenly Dylan was on top of him.
"Spread your legs," Dylan commanded. In a flash the man between Ray's legs licked his fingertips and administered a wet, open-handed slap to his asshole.
"Ahh!" Ray jumped, shocked, his cock twitching. He spread his legs instinctively and gasped, "Do it again."
Ray got what he wanted and next felt welt fingertips swirling around this tight hole. He knew that at any moment one the fingers would venture into him. The expectation drove him crazy.
"Fuck me," he said.
"We'll get to that," Dylan said matter-of-factly. "Just lay back."
With that he placed his hands on the back of Ray's thighs, feeling the massive hamstrings, and pushed the legs up. Now on his back, Ray felt the air hit his asshole and looked down to see that head of red-brown hair lowering further down. It started with a wet kiss on his taint and soon Ray could feel those lips and tongue kissing and licking their way toward the opening. When he finally felt the tip of Dylan's tongue start swirling around he let out desperate groan and grabbed the backs of his thighs just under the knee, holding his legs open. Dylan pursed his lips to Ray's asshole and pushed his tongue through, working the tip in circular motions. He was teasing Ray, who could feel every flick around the perimeter of his hole. With every lick, the tongue ventured further.
