Natty Soltesz
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All-Over Tan
🕑 Added 2024-01-15 16:08:50 +0000 UTCConcept by reader Mor, who commissioned this story. Thanks, Mor!
My best friend Dino and I spent pretty much the entire summer in his room playing video games. His dad was around a lot, usually coming or going to the gym.
“How’d your dad get so muscular?” I asked Dino one day.
“Steroids,” Dino said, shrugging like it was common knowledge. I had more questions but saved them. Being bi was one thing - I’d come out earlier that year - but being bi and hot for your best friend’s dad is another. And Mike Sansonetti really had a hold over my sexual fantasies that summer.
He looked like a bodybuilder - on the shorter side, but stacked with beefy muscle, with the most incredible pecs and arms, a wide back and thick legs - all tanned a dark brown. The epitome of the Jersey meathead.
He seemed to like me, too, and even acted flirty at times. But I wasn’t prepared that day, when Dino casually dropped the information that his Dad was tanning nude on their private balcony.
“Everyday he does it,” Dino said, rolling his eyes. “Says he needs an ‘all-over tan.’ It’s so gross. He’ll be out there for hours,” Dino said, shaking his head as my perverted mind nearly shorted out from overstimulation.
After that I made sure I was over at Dino’s every day before noon, when the heat of the sun was peaking. I wasn’t sure how I was going to get an opportunity to scope his hunky, naked dad, but I sure started looking for one.
It only took a couple days. We were on the final level of our game when Dino’s mom told him he had to go to his grandma’s to cut the grass. Dino was pissed - apparently this had just been dropped on him.
“Finish it,” he said, tossing his controller at me and pulling on his shoes. “Just lock up when you leave and let Dad know.”
“He’s out on the balcony?” I said, heart already racing.
“Yeah. Only, you know, don’t go out there if you don’t want to get an eyeful.” I tried to concentrate on the game as Dino and his mom left. I gave it a minute, then I turned off the game and ventured toward Dino’s parent’s bedroom. The door was open and the door to the balcony was open beyond that, but I couldn’t see anything from the hallway.
“Mr. Sansonetti?” I said.
“Brian? You still here?” he said. I ventured a few steps into the bedroom.
“Yeah…Dino had to go cut the grass…” I said.
“What was that? You can come out here,” he said. My heart was pounding as I crossed over the plush carpet of their bedroom and approached the open door of the balcony.
I hadn’t known exactly what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t Mike Sansonetti on his back, legs akimbo in the air, his exposed muscle ass and pink, shaved-smooth hole turned to the sun.
“Hey, kid. Don’t mind me, or the pose - I gotta get the best of the sun while I can,” he said, as casually as though I’d walked in on him in the kitchen making mac & cheese. “Did you beat it?”
“The game?” I said, my voice catching. “No…not yet.” Mr. Sansonetti regarded me from where he was sunning himself on a grey chaise lounge. His legs were thrown back and he was holding them up with his hands. In the bright sun I could see the stubble that spread across his chest and down his stomach. His balls and cock were soft and smooth. Beads of sweat had collected near his taint and, as I looked, one slowly ran down over his hole.
“Bummer,” he said. “Hey, since you’re here, could you help me out real quick?” he said, reaching for a bottle on the table next to him. He held it out to me. “It’s too hard for me to get this tanning oil where I need to get it.”
I stepped toward him and took hold of the bottle. “Oh,” I said. “Sure. Like, your back?”
“More my legs,” he said. I was having trouble catching my breath. This was more than I’d anticipated. The lotion was some cocoa butter concoction called “Sun Date” that promised “the deepest, darkest tan on the beach.” I uncapped it and squirted some in my palm.
“I only get about an hour where I can really get sun in the right spots,” Mike said in his Jersey accent. “You ever try and get an all-over tan, Brian?”
“Uh, not really,” I said, as I fearfully approached him. “So, your legs?”
“Yeah start with my calves there,” Mike said. I rubbed my oiled-up hand against his pumped-up calve. Like the rest of him, his legs were shaved to the nub, and I felt the scratchiness of his stubble as I moved my hand toward his foot, too fearful to go in the other direction. “Well, let me tell you, it’s a challenge,” he said as I moved to his other calf. “But this oil helps. Appreciate you helping me out, too.”
“Sure,” I said, gaining more confidence and venturing my hand up his thick thigh. My eyes kept snapping to his ballsack and cock, which hung back toward his stomach due to his pose. But his exposed hole was really the spotlight, gleaming pink in the sun and glazed in sweat.
“If you could get up a little further that would be great,” Mr. Sansonetti said, taking a loud sigh and turning his closed eyes to the sun. There was nothing to do but spread the oil up the thicker part of his thigh to the edge of his round butt, then on the cheeks themselves. He exhaled as I did it. My heart was pounding as I felt up his firm ass.
“Theresa and the boys, they make fun of me for how much I tan. But I think it looks sexy. What do you think?”
“Yeah, definitely,” I said.
“I thought you’d agree,” he said. “Make sure you really get in there.” I took a deep breath then put more oil on my palm. I ventured my fingers into the crevice of his ass, caught between wanting to touch his hole and being worried I’d offend him. So I just swiped past it quickly, catching a feel of his juicy hole against my fingers. It squinched up as I did it, and Mr. Sansonetti took a quick breath.
“There you go,” he said. “Don’t be shy. The oil really helps so, the more the better.” I squirted some more in my palm then really went for it, spreading a thick coat of it on his perfect ass cheeks before running my hand solidly into his crack and pressing my fingers right against his hole. “Oh yeah…” he said. “Feels great, really appreciate this Brian.”
I realized my cock was completely hard, my shorts tented out obscenely. I seemed to notice right as Mr. Sansonetti did, and when I saw him looking I kinda panicked.
“Uh, I gotta get home,” I said, picking up my backpack with oily hands.
“Aw, okay. No problem,” he said, eyes going from my boner to my face. He seemed disappointed. “I appreciate the help,” he added, and gave me a wink. I hobbled out of the condo, taking a moment to catch my breath before I walked down the street, pulling my t-shirt down so it would hopefully hide my boner.
It was enough material to fuel my jack-off fantasies for decades, and I jacked off pretty much every other hour or so for the next week, fixated on how Mr. Sansonetti’s hole had tightened and released as my fingers went across it.
I never told anybody, let alone Dino, but I started going over even more than I already had been, hoping for a repeat of the experience.
About a week after the balcony incident we were playing games in Dino’s room when I went to finish a can of Coke and spilled it all over myself. I was in the kitchen cleaning my arms off with some paper towels when Mike came in.
“Aw, what happened?” he said. I told him, and then he offered to wash my clothes.
“No that’s okay, I can just put them in the hamper when I get home.”
“C’mon, it’s no problem,” he said, ushering me into the laundry room just off the kitchen. “I was just about to toss a load in anyway. Theresa isn’t home so you can just borrow somethin from Dino till they’re done,” he said as he opened the washing machine and tossed some clothes inside. It was all colorful stuff, and skimpy. Underwear, I realized. Mostly thongs. Were they his or his wife’s?
Mike wore a cut-off t-shirt and a pair of shorts that rode pretty high up his golden-brown thighs. I was a little dizzy just from being so close to him in that small room.
“Go ahead and give me your shirt,” he said, and I handed it to him. He seemed to look me over, just a sweeping glance before he tossed the shirt in. “Shorts?” he said.
“Uh, sure,” I said, and unbuttoned before I pulled them down. I was wearing my tightie-whities and my cock had swelled a little. Mike looked right at it and seemed to smirk.
“I guess I oughta wash my clothes too, I worked out in ‘em this morning,” Mike said, and shucked off his shirt. His armpits were as shaved smooth as the rest of him. “I do laundry just about every day. It’s important to keep up on it, I think,” he said, as he casually lowered his shorts. He dropped them in the washer, and then turned to grab a pod of soap from the shelf.
He was in a thong. I held my breath. The black strap of it was just visible at his waist, but was swallowed up by his incredible ass. When he turned to drop the soap in, I could see his cock, nestled in the soft pouch of it, with little left to the imagination.
My mouth was open. Mike caught my look and laughed.
“I dress kinda provocative, I know,” he said. “Nothin you ain’t seen before though, right?” he said, slapping me on the shoulder. “It’s a thong,” he said, when I didn’t respond. He turned around to show me the back again. “I like it cause my underwear lines don’t show in my gym shorts.”
“It’s cool,” I said.
“It fits me great,” Mike said. “Go ahead, pull on the strap - see how it just goes right in there?” he said, pointing to where the strap of it disappeared between his cheeks. I grasped the little bit of fabric I could and pulled on it. It actually took some force to extract it from the massive muscle of his ass. “Some guys say it’s uncomfortable but I love it,” he said as I let go of the strap and it sank back between his cheeks.
Mike started the washing machine. “There we go. And what about you kid, you been working out?” Mike said, reaching his paw out to feel my chest and stomach.
“Little bit,” I said.
“Well you look good. Lemme feel those arms. Flex em for me. There you go!” he said, cupping my bicep in his palm. “Got nothin on me but that’s okay,” he said flexing his bicep for me. “Go ahead, you can feel it. I’ll show you my routine sometime. Well, maybe not my whole routine but arms, sure. Dino knows too.”
“How do you get your body so smooth?” I said, taking the opportunity to feel up his chest.
“Shave,” he said. “It’s a cleaner look, I think it’s sexy. But you don’t even need to shave, do ya?” he said, feeling me up as I felt him up. “How smooth are ya?” he said, and hooked a finger in my underwear to pull them down slightly over my pubes. “Oh yeah, you could trim those up a bit,” he said. “Me I like it down to the nub,” he said, and pulled his thong pouch down so I could see his shaved pubic mound. I wanted to feel that too but I was too scared.
“Alright, will just be a half hour then I’ll toss em in the dryer,” Mike said, moving toward the door. I followed his bouncy, thong-clad ass down the hall, then went upstairs to lock myself in the bathroom for a minute and catch my breath.
I started going by the condo on days I wasn’t hanging out with Dino, not quite sure what I was doing but helplessly in lust. One day I noticed Theresa’s car was gone. I had a pretty good idea that Dino was with her, so I cautiously approached their door. I knocked once before I opened it.
“Dino?” I said.
“Hey!” I heard from down the hall. “That Brian?”
“Yeah,” I said, venturing toward the master bedroom. The door was open and I peeked inside. The balcony door was open too.
“Dino’s at his grandma’s,” Mike said. “But since you’re here, you mind helping me out again?” My heart was pounding as I crept across the plush carpet to their open balcony. There was Mike Sansonetti, in the buff yet again, again on his back with his heavy, shaved cock and balls lying between his thick legs, his beefy torso all laid out and baking in the sun.
“Sure,” I said, putting my bag on the ground.
“Great,” he said, “I was just about to flip over and get my back side.” He began to turn, raising up his big butt and then spreading it wide as he got on all fours, ass-up and to the sun. “It’s tough to get some of these spots so you’re really helping me out.”
I grabbed the oil from the table and spread some on my hands. “Same thing as last time,” Mike said as he settled into a doggy-style pose, his ass fully spread, pink hole winking at me. “Back and glutes, and don’t be afraid to really get in there.”
I started higher up this time with his wide shoulders. He exhaled as I ran my hands across his big, hot body. I worked my way down his back to his butt.
“There you go,” he said as soon as my hands hit the top of his muscle butt. I held my breath as I oiled the top of his ass, getting bolder and working my fingers against his smooth crack and then his hole, which felt as if they had been given a fresh shave since last time. The more I felt his hole the more he seemed to get into it, until he was groaning with each swipe of my hands and fingers.
I sat down on the lounger between his feet. My face was right there. A line of sweat ran down from the top of his crack, slowly running down until it drizzled across his hole. My tongue was out.
“Go ahead, Brian,” I heard him say.
“What?” I said.
“Lick it. That’s what you’re thinking of doing, isn’t it?” Of course, it was. So I extended my tongue and gave it a lick. “Oh fuck,” he groaned. The feel of his hole against my tongue was electric.
“There you go, that’s what I need,” he said as I went in for another lick. “Get your tongue in there.” As tentative as I felt at first, something came over me. Like now that the opportunity to eat sweaty, oiled-up Jersey muscle ass was in front of me I wasn’t going to let it go to waste. I buried my face between his copious cheeks and dug my tongue deep.
“Oh yeah!” he cried. I felt his hole loosen and my tongue went deeper. The deeper I licked the deeper he moaned.
“Lick my fuckin ass,” he said, his voice low now and full of lust. “My son’s little friend eating my ass, love it…” he went on as I lapped and poked my tongue into his hole.
I was pawing at my cock as I licked him, my hand shoved in my shorts. The sun was beating down on his and my face was covered in sweat and tanning oil, but I was in heaven.
“You strokin there Brian? Take it out. Get those shorts off. You like lickin my ass, don’t ya?”
“Yeah,” I said, pulling back to shuck off my shorts.
“Damn you’re even bigger than my boys,” Mike said, looking down between his legs at my hard, bobbing cock. “Stroke yourself, get yourself off,” he said as he started to jack his chubbed-up cock.
I pulled out for a breath and ran my finger across his hole. “Oh, fuck,” he said when my fingertip made contact. He sorta froze and held his breath. “Yeah…oh, yeah,” he said as I traced my fingertip around his hole and pushed against it. “Go ahead, Brian, slide it in there. C’mon do it, do it…” he said and I followed his instructions, my index finger getting swallowed up by Mr. Sansonetti’s hairless, hungry hole. “Fuck, Brian, feel how tight that is? Theresa never gets in there. But a cute boy like you…go ahead, pump it a little. There you go. You like it don’t ya? Fingering my muscle ass. Look at that cock. Rub it against my ass, you hear me? Stand up, put it right against me.”
It took a little maneuvering but I managed to get behind him with my cock more or less lined up with his butt.
“There you go rub it against me, right against my hole. You’re gonna cum all over my ass, understand?”
“Yes sir,” I said, the “sir” coming naturally. Mike was pumping his cock furiously now.
“Grab my hips, really slide it against me.” His hole was right there against the underside of my rod. Of course I’d never fucked anybody before but I’d already had my finger in him, so there was that notion that all I would have to do was press the tip against him and push…
“I’m getting kinda close,” I said.
“Well you’re gonna shoot it all over my ass, Brian, got that? Don’t miss a drop. Bet you wish you could fuck that ass, don’t you? Don’t you?” he said, whacking at his stiff rod which hung down hard from in between his golden brown and oiled-up thighs.
“Yeah?” I said. I honestly didn’t know. I’d never fucked anybody before.
“Well I don’t let just anybody but a cute boy like you…” he said, looking behind himself in my eyes and smirking. God he was hot. “We can get a hotel room, or wait till the family is out of town. Would you like that? You could fuck me all night long.”
“Yes sir…oh fuck, I’m close…”
“Keep humping, don’t stop…oh fuck I’m gonna cum…” And I felt his hole clench as he began to cum. At the same time I lost it.
As Mike shot jet after jet of cum, his hole clenching against the base of my shaft with each shot, I felt my own load rise out of my balls. I aimed carefully and sent the first dribble down his hairless crack. Then a huge, rip-roaring jet of jizz slashed right across his hole, crack, and up his lower back. “Oh fuck yeah there you go, kid, get all that cum on my fuckin ass…”
More cum than I’d ever produced before splattered all over Mr. Sansonetti’s prime-beef ass, the whiteness of it contrasting with his brown, baked skin. Before I even finished he reached back and began to rub it in, just like I had with the oil earlier.
“Fuckin love being covered in cum. Good for the skin too. Go ahead, Brian, help me rub this in.” I was panting and still cumming as I massaged my load into his ass. getting plenty of ti on his hole and rubbing it in until it was basically invisible.
“God DAMN,” Mr. Sansonetti said as I finished. “That’s what I’m talkin about.” I tried to gather myself together. My shorts were around my ankles, my face and hands were covered in oil and cum.
Mr. Sansonetti flipped on his back, breathing heavily as he came down. “Thanks again for helping me out, kiddo. Now don’t tell Dino about this. Or your parents. Okay? And I’ll let ya fuck my ass next time we get a chance.”
“I’m a virgin,” I admitted. Mr. Sansonetti was getting up from the chair. His big, softening dick swung from a hairless pube mound.
“No shit? Well we’ll get that cherry popped, don’t you worry,” he said, giving me a wink as he came over to me. “You’re a hot kid,” he said as he got close to me. “Now give me a kiss goodbye.” I leaned forward and he took my head in his hands, planting his lips on mine and slipping his tongue in my mouth. I felt my cock jump as he made out with me. It was my first kiss.
“And we’ll see ya next time you come over.”
“Thanks, Mr. Sansonetti,” I said, picking up my book bag with my oily hands.
“Mike!” he said.
“Mike,” I said. I took one last glance at him before I left the balcony and the condo. He was repositioning himself on all fours, his ass slightly adjusted to catch the maximum amount of sun.
All characters are age 18 or older.
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cliff
next chapter ?
cliff
when is part two baby?
