The masked man.....
The masked man that walked around the sex club had everyone talking. The Denver Swim Club was use to seeing this masked man. Apparently he would stop in from time to time. Keeping his head very low when paying the fee to get in. Hat even lower so his face couldn’t be seen. His hand in front of his face. Obviously he didn’t want to be remembered. Or, at least what he looked like. In doing the antics to keep his identity concealed. He was certainly remembered by everyone that worked and played there during his visits. He was actually quite well known. He came UP with a sure fire way to not have his face seen. A ski mask.
His body was beautiful. The eyes that I could see peering at me through the slits in the mask were piercing a hole in my soul. Or, was it my hole? There was something about this man that caught my attention. Much more than just the mask. Walking around in bath house towel. Ski mask. Piercing eyes. We kept passing one another. I wasn’t sure what his story was at first. Some freak that I should steer clear of? I certainly didn’t get that from the intensity of his eyes. The aura he put off.
I was at the Denver Swim Club, http://denverswimclub.com, for my New Years Eve Party to bring in 2004. I needed to stay away from this man. I could feel something. Asking around about him. I quickly learned what I detailed above. He wanted to keep his identity a secret. I had many friends/fans and family in the club that night. It was my job to make sure each and every person in the club had a good time. Well, maybe not each and every person. That’s the level I take it to though. I enjoy the interaction with my fans that give UP their specific nights to cum out and join Monster and me. I could feel that I wanted much more than just the hall room sex I was having with everyone else as part of the pre show shenanigans as I roamed the place through the night. Getting not only my own ball sack boiling with cum. Everyone else’s also!
He would just lean UP against the wall. Arms across his chest. Eyes on me. On my cock. I could feel them burning in to me. I would look UP from the action. Not knowing that he was there at first. I could feel his presence though. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. Strange though. Michael Brandon was in full mode. I wanted to approach this man. Didn’t want to scare him off though. Didn’t want to be rejected either. I can become very shy at times. Yeah, yeah, I know what you are thinking to yourself. Or, even out loud to your buddy who is reading this next to you! Michael Brandon? Shy? What the hell is he trying to say. LOL! Not a fucken chance. Yes, my horny fans. Yes. When I am not in full Michael Brandon mode. I am just another man. Full of insecurities. Self esteem issues. The whole gambit. I wanted to spend some time away from the crowds with this man. Get that mask off his head. Kiss the lips that I could see protruding through the mask. He looked so entirely comfortable in that mask. Employees went UP and hugged him. Spoke with him as they did any other regular guest at the club. Although all of them confessed. If they were to pass him on the streets. They wouldn’t know it was him. He was very good at keeping his identity discreet!
Disappearing for any amount of time wasn’t on my agenda. I wanted some time with this man. Damn it! Slip him my card. Have him meet me at my hotel room. I knew though I would be so exhausted by the time I was done with the evening. Two more hours of sexual fun. Not to mention the climax I had planned for the show. All of which can be read in January’s archive for 2004.
My show ended with the masked man standing across the pool from me. Leaning UP against the door way. Watching the antics of those involved in the shows and such. It was time for me to bring the show to an end with my climax. I worked my hard cock to his visual across the pool. My thoughts were on his body. His chiseled body that was about to be splashed with my seed! Or so my fantasies had it. Many thanks to that masked man for the load he helped to produce all over the staging area. Splashing in to the pool! Weak in the knees. I said my thanks to everyone for such a wonderful night. Started making my way to my room. Running in to one of the employees of the club. He was thanking me for such a good show. I couldn’t get the masked man off my mind. I told him who brought the load out of me. The sight of that man in the mask! So fucken hot! "Really," the employee said? "Fuck yeah," cried Monster!
I make my way to my room. Any time I would be in my room for a breather. Get some lube. Or whatever. He would walk past. Look in. I would acknowledge him with a nod. I wasn’t ready. Well, let me tell you something friends/fans and family. I was ready this time. Kicking back in my room. Twitching from three hours of constant sexual interaction. Blow jobs, rim jobs, circle jerks, hands roaming all over my body! He walked by when I first laid down on my bed. He stood there. I invited him in. Clad in nothing but a towel and mask! I finally had this man in my room. Closing the door very slowly. Staring at me with those damn eyes. He reached over and turned the light down. "Do you mind," he says. Hell no. Whatever makes you feel comfortable. He made comments about how big my cock was. "Damn, your cock is huge dude." "Yeah, we call him Monster," "That’s certainly a proper name for it," he laughs, "can I touch it?" "Whatever makes you feel comfortable," I barely breath!
He didn’t have a chance to stroke him to hardness. As soon as the man darkened my door frame. Monster reacted. Monster responded with instant blood rushing enthusiasm. All the dead babies in the world brought to mind to try and not have my cock so apparently interested would not have worked. Ya know? He was mesmerized by the size. He would look at me. "I can’t believe I am in the room with a porn star." "You seem like a really nice guy too." "I’m just a college boy with a girlfriend. I have to keep my face hidden." "Can I put it in my mouth?" My cock in his hand answered that for me. Monster twitched in anticipation. Hardly believing his luck. As the man would talk. The ski mask would slip over his lips. Given me a clear vision of how wonderfully full they were. I wanted to taste them with my own lips. Lick them with my tongue. When I walked to my room after the show. I didn’t know if I would have anything to give this guy should he make his way towards me as he had through out the night. The reaction of Monster as I laid on my bed. He moved in to the door frame. Shit, I felt as though I hadn’t had sex in days. I was so turned on to the scenario.
The mans mask was brought UP over his lips as he drops to his knees to try and master my hardness. Only UP over his nose. Damn, that fucken nose was hot too! LOL! Maybe it was just because as I looked down. All I could see was the mask on top of his nose. Following it down farther I could see those lips spreading to engulf the girth of Monster. Down the nose to where I would catch a glimpse of his tongue that began working underneath my ball sack. He was working my shaft with experience. He knew what he was doing. Working slow and methodical. Tasting, smelling and enjoying the clean scent of the bath house shower soap I had just come from. As I showered. He watched me through the window. Watched as I cleaned every aspect of my body. Unbeknownst to me at the time. Cleansing it for him and his exploring. His hands were all over my chest. Holding the shaft at the base. Eye level to the majestic size of Monster. As he man handled my cock. Licking the base. The length would slip in between the mask. Rubbing up against his face. One side of my cock experiencing the creaminess of his skin. The other, the roughness of the mask. All of this adding to the hardness.
He stands UP. He is as tall as I am. Naw, just a bit shorter. His swiftness in standing UP had the exposed lips. Red from the action on my cock. Right in my face. I couldn’t help myself. I had to taste them. I had to feel them on mine. His nose was right below mine. Without even realizing. I put my lips to his. I was really trying to tread lightly. I wanted him to enjoy his time with me. I was certainly enjoying my time with him. I didn’t want to scare him off with sudden movements. Taking him places he didn’t want to go. I pulled back quickly. I looked him the eyes. Taking in the masked eyes and forehead. The eyes locked on to mine. He smiled. The next thing I know. We are exploring each other. His tongue tracing the outside of mine. Darting in and out. Inhaling as his tongue would dart in between them for a brief moment. It was my turn to explore with my tongue. Those of you who know me. I really enjoy kissing. My fingers find his lips. Trace the fullness as my tongue splits them in two. His breath became shallow as my tongue entered his mouth. Electricity filled our bodies. A connection was made. Long before our physical encounter began. The bond was cemented with the physical interaction.
"I wish I could take off the mask," he says. "I just can’t" As he was slipping it higher on his head. I truly believe that he practiced the mask in the mirror. Knowing how far he could go without showing his facial features to their fullest. Keeping just enough of his secret. It wasn’t just the mask. But the dimly lit room. He knew how to work the position of the light to his advantage. Pulling the mask UP. Tilting his head away though. I was allowed to kiss the eyelids in the darkened space of the room. He moved me to the bed. Laying down between my legs he began work the throbbing meat between them. My hands had began to explore his body as my lips took in his face. The body was just as chiseled as my fantasy had it on stage. He was gentle. His love making was deliberate. He touched, fondled, kissed, licked and probed every part of my body. "Do you get fucked?" Boys and girls, men and women, friends, horny fans and family. That was music to my ears. "Oh yes, I get fucked," my hole says. "I would like to eat your ass first though. Is that OK?" "Whatever makes you feel comfortable," cries every horned UP bone in my body! I already knew what type of ass licker he was going to be. Having experienced his tongue in my mouth. He worked my hole with his tongue for a good fifteen minutes before even coming UP for air. He had me to the point of blowing my load so many times I lost count. He comes UP for air. Brings his face to mine. So close I couldn’t make out anything. Damn it. LOL! That’s a lie. I could make out enough to know that this man was probably sophomore college president. Volley ball team captain. His girlfriend he spoke of was the prom queen her high school. Follow me guys and girls? LOL! He kissed me with the musty man smell of my hole on him.
As he worked my cock some more I was able to get a great view of his ass. My lust engorged cock grew even bigger. This man worked out three to four times a week. Probably was putting himself through college on sports scholarships. I knew I wasn’t going to get any of that. I felt a bit of disappointment. It’s all good though. He already told me I was going to be feeling his cock UP my hole. I would enjoy that very much. He came UP for air. Closed mouth don’t get fed my mother used to always tell me. I asked him if I could eat his ass. He said yes. Yeah! If I can’t fuck a nice ass with my cock. Fucking it with my tongue. Feeling the velvet of the inside would be just as good. I got him on his knees. Slowly started kissing the bubble butt. Licking it here and there. Switching from cheek to cheek. Licking just inside of the crack which sported hair. Not loads of it. Just enough to add some sensation to my tongue. Each swipe of the crack. My tongue slipped closer and closer to the bulls eye. His face buried in the pillow. Moaning with pleasure. My fingers went to exploring. Just doing as my tongue prior. Tracing the outside of the bulls eye. Keeping it wet with my spit. I slipped it in slightly. His ass grinding against the tip. His face comes out of the pillow. "I’m really tight. Do you think you could get your cock in?" I couldn’t believe my ears at that! Of course I can. You just need to relax enough to allow it to happen. He flipped over and we began the journey UP his very tight hole. He no longer had a pillow in his face. The pure pleasure he was feeling. Every muscle in his ass was alive with a fire he might have felt before. Not like this though. Not with this intensity. The electricity was still in the air. Flat on his back. Then mask had been pulled down just a bit to cover right above his eyes. His ripped chest and abdomen was right there for me to get full view of. One finger, two fingers, three. Nice and slow. Taking as much time as he needed. Talking to him the whole way. "Straight college boy needs his itch scratched? That’s what you are here for isn’t it?" "You’re here to get your monthly fucking." "Boy, I’m going to send you back to your straight world with a smile on your face that will have folks smiling in return."
It took some time. Plenty of lube. I slipped on in though. His moans were load enough to hear outside the door. I fucked him all over the bed. I pulled my cock out nice and slow. Slipping it back in just as the tip was about to be exposed. It would take his breath away. I wouldn’t stop till I reached the base! Nice slow and methodical. Just like he was with me earlier. I have the tool to reach every spot. Massage every fiber of a persons hole. Especially one that is as tight as this college man. I turned him over. Flat on his stomach. Flush to the bed. The ass cheeks were like globes. I buried my face between them before splitting them two with Monster’s, 10X 6.5 inches of meat. He watched in the mirror as I leaned over him. Pointed Monster at his crack. He watched as the entire length disappeared. Only to reappear in a few minutes. His face would hit the pillow as the grinding on his prostate with the head touched home. "OHHHHHHHHHHH. God! He was saying. I can’t believe how fucken good it feels. Damn man!" I would begin pulling my cock out afraid I was going to lose my seed in the condom while deep within him. Not a bad thing mind you. Just that, I wasn’t done with him. He made a commitment to my hole. I was going to see that he kept it. As I would pull out. He would hold his breath while looking in to the mirror. Holding his breath because he didn’t want the sounds coming from his body to be known to the outside. He couldn’t keep himself from watching the cock coming out. Hardly believing the feelings and the fact that it had all been in him. Providing him with the pleasures he was still feeling. He would reach down and begin pulling on his own cock. I would pull his hand away. Not allowing him to cum. Nope! My hole is next! LOL!
I lay on my back. He kisses my face. He kisses my cock. He slips the condom on while I lube it UP. The lube and condom going on at the same time. The kisses don’t stop. His tongue didn’t skip a beat as I guided him in to my aching, hungry hole. We must have been going at it for a n hour or so by now. Craig, the owner, was calling my name. Wanting to go home himself. Needed to pay me though. LOL!
The masked man felt the heat. Couldn’t move quick enough inside me to experience it. Talk about taking my breath away. OK, you’re in now. Damn! You need to just stay there though. No moving around. Let my ass get used to your man hood. Let the muscles come out of shock and engulf your girth. Wasn’t enormous. It did the job though. His kisses didn’t stop. His breath started becoming shorter and shorter. The heat was certainly doing a job on his ball sack. His pumping inside me became more frantic. The cum that had been boiling for however long it had been since his last man to man encounter was wanting to be released! I wanted to watch his load release. View it spewing from the piss slit in his cock. I felt it was due me. I could tell he wanted to stay in the warmth. He would be just as happy losing it in the condom while UP inside me. His tongue went deeper in to my throat. His cock went deeper inside me. His tongue began to swirl inside my mouth as his load was delivered in to the condom. Feeling the pulsating of his cock as the load shot out. His tongue didn’t stop. I needed to release my own load. With the drive deeper inside me. His spewing cock was hitting my own "spot" I couldn’t get to Monster with my hands. His body was flush to mine. He was in the throws of his orgasm. Pumping in to me with each load that was being ejected. He was finally still. "Can you come again? You came so much on stage," he asked in to my ear. I slowly turn him on to his back. Have him kiss my lips again. Move his hands to my nipples. In no time at all. I am leaning over him. My load covers that beautiful chiseled body. It hits his full lips. He wipes it off. It hits his lips again. Moves his hand to wipe it off. It hits him again before he is able! He smiles. Moves his hands away. Licks his lips. Smiles some more.
"It wouldn’t do any good to give you my card. Would it," I ask. "No, I can’t!" He pulls the mask completely over his face. Wraps the towel around his waist. Goes to open the door. Comes back to the bed. Kisses me fully one more time. "Thanks," he says. He slips out of my room.
Until next time...
Keep it hard and well lubed.
Michael and Monster Brandon
