Fun with Hank (solo)

The faucet turned on with a light squeak, sending hot steamy water cascading down on Hank’s bare brawny chest. He rubbed his hands over his hairy, sweaty pectorals, before moving down to his abs and his limp uncut cock.

After being completely soaked down, he reached for the bottle of body wash and squeezed a generous amount onto his hand. He rubbed his torso down and soon built up a thick lather. He rubbed the foam into his hairy underarms and then over his thick-muscled arms.

His loins were next; he vigorously lathered soap around his thick cock and heavy balls before reaching under to clean his sweaty hole. Next he washed his smooth bubble ass and his powerful thighs, legs and then his feet.

He took the showerhead from its grip and began spraying himself down. The foam ran down his naked body like hot butter. He put the nozzle back in its slot and reached for the shampoo. When his hair was cleaned and rinsed, he shut off the water and stepped out of the shower into his steamy bathroom.

He took a towel from the rack and dried his head. He wiped off the mirror and looked at himself. He liked what he saw. He flexed a large muscle and rubbed it down with his other hand. He gave it a squeeze. It was hard as a rock. He grinned at himself.

He began to towel off, taking extra time to play with his toned muscles. He dropped the towel back over the rack to dry and turned around to the toilet. He aimed his limp meat into the bowl and began to drain his bladder. He looked into the mirror of the shower door. He could see every thing now. He flexed his arm again and continued to admire his own body.

After flushing, he went out into his room to get dressed for work. He stopped again, however to admire his body in the full length mirror. He groped his massive hairy pecs and tweaked his erect nipples.

“Fuck yea.” He said aloud, to himself.

He began playing with his cock. He was half hard already from all the flexing he had done for himself. It didn’t take him long to get fully hard. He turned his back to the mirror to admire his perfectly formed glutes. He gave one a good hard slap, followed by a tight squeeze. He would fuck himself if there were two of him.

Hank walked over to his dresser and took out a seven-inch toy and some lube. He lubed it up and began pushing it into his hole while watching himself in the mirror.

He lay on his back on the bed, facing his ass to the mirror. With his legs spread, he had a perfect view of his ass, cock and chest. He stroked himself slowly in time with the toy, switching to rubbing his pecs and squeezing his nipples.

He sat up, leaving the toy in to be swallowed by his ass. He was getting close now. His breathing began to quicken and his body began to perspire. He flexed his abs and made his pecs jump. He was even closer now. He could feel the toy rubbing against his prostate. Closer. He pounded his cock harder. Closer. Closer.

Hank roared and blew his load. Thick long streams of hot sticky cum erupted onto the forest of chest hair. He continued to stroke himself, pumping stream after stream of seed onto his body.

When the last drops were milked from his thick meat, he began rubbing the cum into his body. With both hands he smeared the cum into his abs and over his pecs. Not a bit of his chest went unglazed by his cum. His chest hair was wet and matted and the cum on his hands was soon licked off.

Leaving the toy in his ass, Hank stuffed himself with a butt plug and got dressed. A jockstrap, tight jeans, a tight shirt and his jacket. Grabbing his keys, he headed out to work. It was going to be another long sweaty day of coaching hot football players. He would fuck at least three of them by the end of the day, and he would definitely invite a few back to his apartment for beer, but that’s another story.