THE HIGH TABLE

THE ALPHA AND THE PROFESSOR

Etienne Moreau

Damn, why did I fuck up here? What made me go into that sauna? It must have been at least 15 years since I had sex with a guy. And my whole body thinks it’s still shaking in that moment when I think about it. It’s because of this moment that I never wanted to start over. The memory I keep of it is so precious that it is not possible to forget it. But I don’t know what came over me today.

Deep in Cotonou, on a business trip, me, the respectable businessman, I decided to take the plunge and go through the door of this gay sauna. I don’t know why... The heat, the noise, the smells of the African street... All this can drive Europeans crazy, they say. I think I’m succumbing to this crisis of madness.

I enter the sauna with a form of shame. I move forward, I move back, I don’t know if I should go. I walk through the door, pay the bill, and head to the locker room.

All these men getting naked. Not all are beautiful; some have beastly bellies. I already see huge cocks and others that are ridiculously small. I mostly see men exposing themselves without modesty. I have to do the same. I undress by carefully folding my clothes, as if the order I am trying to establish would allow me not to see the nameless mess that I risk putting in my organized life.

Muscle Marine

Sauna is something important to me, ever since I experienced what can only be described as life-changing back in the day when I was a student in Europe. One of my professors met me in the hot box one day, late at night and changed my life in an instant...

I'll spare you the details which only get me hard each time I remember that moment. But ever since, getting into a sauna is part of my routine after a hot workout. It is a place where I get to detox, relax and unwind. In the heat, I don’t only sweat all the toxins out if my body but also make all my troubles and worries melt away.

And today won’t be any different I said to myself as I wrapped my towel and stepped into the "furnace". I took a seat on the bench in the unusually empty sauna. Note that there are several ones in this complex and I am lucky enough to have this one to myself now. I sit back, relax and doze off, wrapped only in a towel, feeling the temperature rise nicely.

Etienne Moreau

I don’t know if I’ll have the courage to go through this locker room... But if... It’s necessary... I cross the floor to get to the bar and the gym. Several guys are working out, towel around their hips. They all have splendid bodies, young, toned. Facing them, I can only observe the decrepitude of my body. I’m not too badly preserved for 51 years but my skin is less firm, less clear. I walk through the gym.

I didn’t come here to work out. I go to the gym every day and spend enough time there not to stay in the sauna. What I want is to fuck. Clearly, that’s what I’m looking for. Why... Maybe because my wife isn’t enough for me anymore. Maybe because I’ve actually been gay since I was very young and it’s only at 50 that I manage to say it, to act out, to live my homosexuality.

I head to the hammam. It’s this heavy, humid heat that allows the body to relax. Sweat begins to cover me as I stand against a pillar, revealing my genitals and holding my towel open.

Muscle Marine

From the glass of the sauna door, I can see outside into the marble covered space of the hammam but cannot make out if there is anyone there. I pull my head back, lean against the wood covered wall and doze off as I try to relax my naked body, covered only by the towel around my waist. But deep down, today, something feels odd. Something is not right and I brush it off as I close my eyes, while the heat takes over.

Etienne Moreau

The heat and humidity of the sauna are invading me. They take away my doubts. I don’t wonder anymore what I’m doing here, if I want to pick up a guy or suck on him, if I was right or wrong to come. Everything seems normal, natural. It’s as if I were picking up a story from an old one to where it had ended. It was twenty years ago but it wasn’t in a sauna...

When my mind begins to wander through the twists and turns of the past, a guy opens the door. In the darkness of the sauna, I can’t see who knows. But he looks at my body and immediately gets on his knees, taking my cock in his mouth. I can’t help but let out a raucous moan. It is that of the pleasure he gives me. It is above all that of the liberation of desire... Finally, I do what I’ve always wanted to do but never dared to do.

This guy who sucks me up is like a revelation to me. The wetness of the hammam, his narrowness, are making all my armor give way. This is the smallest room in the sauna. There are very few of us there, and far fewer than in the other rooms I have been able to walk through. I feel that pleasure is invading me. The more I hear the guy moaning and eating my dick, the more I feel like I’m going to lose my means, my resistances, my brakes.

I don’t know how long it takes; he manages to get me my dose back. I just understand that this is making me lose track of time. When he lets me go and leaves the room, I tell myself that my path is marked by the discovery of pleasure. I leave the hammam and decide to go to meet my destiny,

Muscle Marine

My eyes closed, I relax and sort of doze off... only to be startled by the sauna door opening. It feels like I slumbered for several hours, when it has only been a minute of two. But the shift of temperature when the door opens is enough to jolt me back. I open my eyes and see a tall, hot, but older man walk in.

He looks around and find no place to sit that on the top bench right over me. I smile as he walks past me, steps onto the ledge next to my thigh, and lifts himself with ease to the upper platform. He sit, spreads his legs and as the towel slips open, and leaves almost nothing to the imagination, he bends his head backwards to the wood-clad wall and closes his eyes.

From where I am seated, I have a full view of more than just his hot curvy muscles that are impressive for a man of his age and maturity. Not your typical "old" guy, this one was jacked, ripped, but something about him felt familiar...

Etienne Moreau

After the sweatiness of the hammam, I’m looking for a spot in the sauna. The heat is dry and the feeling after being pumped is incredible. The sauna is crowded. There are plenty of guys but only one seems to my liking. From the first glance, I see him. He seems to be half drowsy, but his body shows that he has to spend hours in the gym. He is young... well, young... younger than me.

I climb up to the top row, and my towel rubs its head as I sit down. I feel a sense of well-being. Damn, this place is a form of heaven on earth. Half-naked guys who are just asking for me to fulfill this desire, this urge I have towards other men. I close my eyes while enjoying the warmth and my mind goes back decades, when I was with this young man and had the chance to taste for the first time in my life what became a forbidden desire.... until today.

Muscle Marine

I cannot help but notice, between closing my eyes and looking around, that this hot older man has his eyes glued on me. 'Is he checking me out? Sizing me? Or simply a coincidence.' I think to myself. I doze off again, brushing the idea from my mind, only to come round again, open my eyes, and there he is, still staring intently at me.

"What the..." I mutter under my breath, without him noticing. But what is clear is that he is enjoying the view, because what is under his towel is no longer what I saw earlier... it has become more plump and rising a bit, lifting the cover. I smile inside but remain calm.

Etienne Moreau

I open my eyes and in my half-sleep I thought about those incredible moments that I had spent with this young guy, almost 15 years ago. My cock is stiff and damp because I think I relived that scene with incredible intensity. To top it off, the guy who is in front of my eyes is incredibly beautiful.

He looks terribly vigorous, strong and for a few moments I find him an air of resemblance to this young guy. " Stop dreaming. You are here to live the present and not to dream about the past." This place gives me confidence, and I know what I want.

Trying to reconnect my towel, I get up and make it fall right behind this guy, sitting on the floor below. I bend down to pick it up and sensually brush against his body with my stiff, wet cock.

Muscle Marine

I wake up fully in a jolt as I feel the towel of the old hot man drop onto me, slide and fall to the floor behind me. As if that was not enough to make my senses tingle and my body alert... he gets off his bench and bends over me, to retrieve his towel, only to have his swinging cock brush against my shoulder. I push him back, one hand at his shoulder.

"I will get it for you, no worries." I bend down, grab the cloth, and pull up. His legs are spread wide open now, giving me a full view of his throbbing cock. I look and see him smiling. 'Was it a trick?' I think to myself as I hand him the towel. But what happens next is what changes everything... his voice. That familiar voice I still remember. It comes back to haunt me. No, not haunt me. It comes back to me, flooding in memories. 'I KNOW HIM.'

I think to myself as my whole-body tenses and stiffens... and even more when he reaches for the towel and one of his fingers brushes against my wrist.

Etienne Moreau

While I’m ducking. I see you turning and bending down to catch my towel. In your gaze, there is something special, something I have already seen, something that has already made me shudder, more than fifteen years ago. No, I must be dreaming and I don’t pay attention to this detail for long.

And yet it obsesses me. I raise my head, but I can’t help but see that you look at me with an incredible attention focused on my bulge. I touch your hand, which stretches out my towel to me. The sensation makes me shudder. You have the same skin texture as he does.

For 15 years, his skin has haunted me. For 15 years, I have dreamed of nothing else. My whole life has been influenced by this encounter. I left the place where I lived so as not to succumb to the temptation that it represented for me. I could have left everything for him, my job, my situation, my family... And I decided to leave so as not to succeed. I look at you, eyes wide open... My mouth opens but no sound comes out... As if I wasn’t able to ask you if it was really you or if you were really him.

Muscle Marine

Suddenly, my lips break into a slight smile when I feel your skin touches mine as you grab the towel. I watch you place it back on your laps and cover yourself. I break my gaze from your cock as you hide it again, turn around and look in the sauna, checking if anyone else is around. We are alone. I turn back to you and our eyes meet. "M... Mr... Mr... Mo... Mor..." But then hold myself back from continuing. 'Is it possible? Is it really him... you?' I think going silent.

Etienne Moreau

I hear a few words from your voice, and it has more impact than if there had been an explosion in the room. It’s a real inner earthquake. Everything explodes, the past, the present, what I have been, what I have become. I feel a blow to my chest. My heart speeds up without warning, mixing surprise, nostalgia and this emotion that I thought had died out for so long. I am overwhelmed by an incredible heat as if my body had become the hammam.

Everything is jostling in my head: his memories that I wanted to forget, that I thought I had forgotten. Your voice... then your laugh, your perfume... I am happy... But I am afraid of what will happen, of what may happen... I regret having fled this city, fleeing from how I felt about you. What I am rearing is anything but trivial... That tells me what lack you have created in me.

Muscle Marine

"Mr. Moreau? Is that you?" I finally open my mouth and talk again. Noticing my words, my question slicing through you like a hot knife in butter, I smile. I notice how your cock grows more under the towel, and you try to press down with your hand to hide it. "Is that really you?"

Etienne Moreau

Your voice... Damn how I remember it... It’s always had that effect on me. I feel my sex stiff. Everything is going so fast in my head: I’m thinking of running away, running away, jumping on you. But I’m taking a deep breath. I look at you and see you again. You were younger, but you were already attractive, the most attractive of my students...

I was a young teacher or not too old yet and my body distinguished me from the band of old mean who served me as colleagues. I liked helping you work, allowing you to progress until it gets out of hand. I open my mouth and say with a look that is both frightened and happy: "Yes, Max, it’s me..."

Muscle Marine

"What brings you all the way to Africa? And what a coincidence? In this part of the world, in this gym, in this sauna... out of all the possibilities..." I sit up, straighten, looking at you with elated eyes, excited like I have found something rare. I bring my hand up and place it on your knee, rubbing your thigh slowly. I smile at you now.

Etienne Moreau

You ask me so many questions that I remain unanswered. How can I tell you that since you, I have not known any man? How can I explain to you that since we met, I have only been a totally straight teacher. But your gestures are starting to replace your words.

You put your hand on my thigh and suddenly, I’m taken with a shiver. It’s deep, probably not visible, but it’s the kind of jolt that can crack my armor. I can feel my cock getting even stiffer. I can feel the heat coming on me. And at the same time, that feeling is so pleasant. I was almost fifteen years ago when in this study room you put your hand on my thigh while I was studying for your midterm.

Muscle Marine

My hand on your skin sends me back - memories flood my mind. It’s like I am reliving one specific moment all over again in loop. That day when I approached you after class, reached in over the desk and cupped your bulge... that same bulge that is now free and exposed under a loose towel.

But back, you brushed my hand away... telling me its inappropriate behavior. I could feel your hesitation back then and feel it again this time - a barrier you are so desperate to break. I smile at you from my lower position.

"Mr. Monreau... Relax. We are not in high school. And there is no sanction for what we can do here..." My hand slides further up your thigh feeling it muscular and hard. I lick my lips and moan slightly. For a man of your age, you look amazing.

Etienne Moreau

You seem so sure of yourself. You already had that expression fifteen years ago... We professors used to call this effrontery... but it was something else... When you touched that bump on me in this empty room, fifteen years ago, I realized it wasn’t like that. That it was actually sexual potency. It is this power that made me flee fifteen years ago because I knew it was capable of ravaging myself and leaving my life in a field of ruins.

When I realize that you are making exactly the same gesture, I start to panic... Am I now ready to let myself be invaded by this passion. Am I ready to sacrifice a perfect life to gain a moment of desire? The questions I ask myself, the questions I have, the doubts that run through me... Are we today or fifteen years ago?

Muscle Marine

"Relax professor. No need to be so tense." As I rub your thigh gently, massaging it. "You can enjoy both worlds. Your marriage back there, and your sexcapades outside... or in here." I smile knowing deep inside I just hit a nerve, and its breaking down your defenses. It is like I am reading you like an open book.

I continue going further until I cup your balls... only this time there is no fabric blocking my hand. I can see the clock through the glass window of the sauna door. It is almost closing time...

Etienne Moreau

I feel that I am in a state of tension. Every time I feel the touch of your hand against my body, so many things happen in my mind. I feel so excited that I think I could judge directly. At the same time, I feel like throwing up and jumping on you. You take my balls with your hand, like fifteen years ago.

But this time, I’m not moving. I look at you and smile at you. You just cracked my resistance. Your voice, your eyes, your body, your touch... Everything is driving me crazy. I see your eyes going toward the sauna clock. I’m trying to say a funny sentence like, "You have a train to catch, Max...?" but I don’t even know if I’m still able to talk.

Muscle Marine

I look back at you and smile. Seeing your quizzical look, I chuckle. "Was just checking the time. It is closing time and the manager knows me. He lets me stay later... especially for moments like these." As I grab your balls tighter now and massage them confidently.

"We have the place to ourselves... so you can relive what you missed out on years ago." My words both reassuring, encouraging, and taunting. I let go of your balls and get up.

Standing tall in front of you, my towel drops and I am totally naked, exposed, flexing for you. "You know you want to. You need to feel a real man. I am no longer that young stud anymore... I am an alpha."

Etienne Moreau

For a few moments, I remain paralyzed. Your contact has always had this effect on me: it paralyzes me, it makes me lose my way. I breathe heavily and I feel a drop of precum falling on the warm floor and starting to turn into vapor leaving on the wood only the quintessence of my sperm.

But you start talking to me aggressively, telling me that you are the alpha. Your hand holds my balls as if I were your property. You think you still have that hold on me that you had on me when you were my student, when I wasn’t able to assume who I was.

Your towel is falling and I can finally see this cock that for now I only guessed in your too tight pants while you let go of my balls. My knee bends and breaks your balls as you bend in half and I say to you, "Do you really think you’re an alpha?"

Muscle Marine

Out of nowhere, I feel a sharp pain slice through me when your knee connects to my balls hard. I drop to one knee, groaning. I look up and see you smile as you ask me that. Putting back in question my idea of being a man.

But I am not one to give up - living in Africa has made me stronger, tougher. I reach in and claw your balls again and crush them tighter, forcing you down towards me. As you bend, and drop, I slam my head to your face.

"I don't think. I know. And never shy away from it." I pull you in close, letting go of your balls, I wrap my arms around you in a hug, spin and pin you to the hot scorching floor of the sauna. Our bodies now totally in contact - abs rubbing together, cock sliding along each other...

Etienne Moreau

I see you fell to your knees, twisted by the pain. But my satisfaction is short-lived because you twist my balls violently and I utter a huge cry as I fall close to you. When you hold me violently in your arms, I can smell you. You stink like the alpha male, like fifteen years ago.

But I’ve changed. I am no longer the weak teacher you knew. I have hardened myself. I find myself beneath you. I feel your skin against mine and even in my warmest dreams I have never been able to experience a pleasure like that. But we’re not having sex.

Of course, I’m taking advantage of your contact! Of course, I feel the stiffness of your huge cock against my body. But I’ve changed. I’m under you. But I can manage. I put my arm around your neck and join my two sets trying to choke you in a guillotine.

Muscle Marine

"You trying to kill me?" I manage in between ragged breaths while you try to choke me, my head now locked under your armpit. I slide my arm down, and between your legs and strike up into your balls. "You got balls." I laugh at the pun, as my fist slams again against your orbs, making your hold loosen around my neck.

I pull my head out and back, and then headbutt you in the chest, shoving you hard against the floor and pulling off you. I step back, and drop on the bench in front of you, legs spread wide open, waiting for you to get up and recover.

Etienne Moreau

I see you starting to panic. I smile when I remember that arrogant kid who is now dominated by an old man. But you still take my balls and start squeezing him while I start yelling, forced to let go of you. You make fun of me before pushing me away and sending me crashing into the wooden bench.

I find myself on the ground, my back burning and the balls that keep hurting like hell. I look at you with fury. Now something else is at stake between us. Two men full of desires who don’t want to give in. Two proud men, one of whom will have to acknowledge his inferiority.

Muscle Marine

As I slump back onto the bench, the pain in my neck hits differently. I rub it. Although it is not major or enough to weaken me, it does make a shift inside me, mentally. This time, things are looking differently. Something is not the same as before.

My cock betrays me and throbs - what is this feeling. Why am I feeling lost, confused? As I wait for you to recover, my body does not respond to the idea of me attacking you dominating. It waits... Something deep in me is shifting.

I feel more for you. I do want to be the alpha, but I also want to see what you can offer - you, the professor who changed everything ever since you first walked into that classroom back then. And now, here, we are alone, late at night... This is where it will all be settled.

Even if I have to give in to you... I will also get what I want. I will make you taste what you have been yearning for all those years. I watch as you start to get up, muscles rippling - for a mature man, you look stunning, a real looker. I bet most men drool when they see you, and the ladies cream themselves. Myself... I cannot help but stare. What is happening to me? Why this sudden shift?

Etienne Moreau

I’m panting trying to get up. How boring is getting old? I can see that I’m less lively than ten years ago. I know very well that my skin is less dull, more damaged. The ravages of time are more visible. I look at you and you don’t seem to move.

Did I hurt you? I remember what the other students were saying about the clandestine fights you were fighting, about your vivacity, and your lack of mercy towards your defeated opponents. Would you have changed too? For a few seconds, I take the time to admire you.

You’ve changed; you’ve become even more massive... But your body is even more beautiful than before, as if time had allowed you to become even more of a man when it had brought me closer to the state of an old man. I’ve wanted you for fifteen years...

I’ve been dreaming about you for fifteen years. For fifteen years, it’s you that I think of when I fuck my wife. It’s because of you that I am in this sauna, in the middle of Africa. And here you are, facing me. I can see all your power, all your strength...

But you don’t use it against me. I want to provoke you, to go after what has always drawn me into you, your violence. "So Max, you get a hard-on when you see your old teacher." I tell you as I approach you.

Muscle Marine

Your words are provocative, but I can't seem to act on it, all of a sudden. Something is stopping me... and I am sure it is not physical. Something deep inside is shifting. Mentally incapable of attacking you and it is paralyzing me now.

Although my muscles are flexed, veins popping, power rippling through them - this body that has made countless hot men surrender, is now blocked in front of you. I know I can easily snap you, but I don't want to. As you get up, I do to, standing there in front of you, I step towards you.

I reach up and grab your biceps on each side feeling them. "I do. You look hot." Our cock brush at each other, mine clearly bigger than yours, it slides under your balls. Although you seem to be taking over, and dominating, mentally for now, it is still clear that physically, I am the one on top.

Etienne Moreau

You don’t move, and for a few minutes I feel like I have the upper hand over you. You don’t move as if I impress you... But deep down, I see this superiority. As if you were the one who decided to submit to me and that I wasn’t capable of dominating you.

Anger overwhelms me. You always think you control me like you dominated me when I used to teach you. I remember that I could let you pass anything. But things have changed. You probably remained the ultimate alpha that you were at 18 or 19, but I am no longer the weak man I was.

I feel our sexes frying, then touching. I feel that I am won over by this apprehension that was mine when I was your teacher. I look at you with a big smile and put my arms around you as if I were trying to hug you. But it quickly turns into a violent embrace that seeks to break your ribs and hit your back against the warm sauna wall.

Muscle Marine

Although you have the upper hand on me mentally, I feel you now trying to dominate me physically. But that is almost impossible for a growing man like you. Yet, as you try your best, you are clearly turning me on as my cock gets harder between us, sliding under your balls.

I let you have your way a bit, knowing that I can turn this physical endeavor around very easily, but I don't want to as I am enjoying the close contact. I whisper in your ear... "You know, professor, I always liked you, respected you. You were one of the rare that made something move in me."

I snap my arms now shut around you in return and start to squeeze you, pulling us both away from the wall. "I don't want to break you. You know I can. But I want to worship you, and make you feel young and strong again." Tapping into your deepest desire - the yearning to feel like a true stud again and breaking the age limit that has haunted you for years.

Etienne Moreau

You embrace my body between your powerful arms. I immediately feel the pain invading me and at the same time I feel your skin, your smell, your breath more closely. My mouth lets out a moan, and I am not able to say if it is a cry of pain or pleasure.

You speak to me by pushing me to break my armor, my resistance. You clearly indicate that you desired me a long time ago. Damn, what I was feeling was shared. And I didn’t understand it. It increases this rage in me. I kept it for fifteen years. Today, it needs to explode.

I hold your body even tighter and my head comes crashing into yours as if I wanted to break your nose. But I’m not giving up. The contact with your body is too pleasant. I can feel your cock against mine and I can feel the humidity covering it. It took me fifteen years to find you; I’m not going to let you go like that.

Muscle Marine

I suddenly feel your hug tighten around me. This guy is not letting go, but rather pouring in everything he has. And it’s getting tighter and harder to breathe. I missed the opening yo actually win this "hug challenge" and now my focus is how to break free and pry his arms open. But it seems impossible.

He is so strong... even for an older man. I feel the pent-up tension built over the years, and now you are letting it all out. I suddenly start wincing, almost screaming in that empty sauna and gym. "Mr. Monreau... stop. Release me." But it seems you are no longer hearing me.

"Mr. Monreau..." I pull my leg back and try to knee you in your balls to make you release me, but it fails and I keep feeling the pressure... and for some reason, it is turning me on even more. This display of power is rather getting me hard and my cock slams to your abs as you lift me slightly off the floor, rubbing and leaking at them.

Etienne Moreau

All those years of frustration. Fifteen years of trying to fight against what I once felt for you and that made me run away, that made me leave the establishment where I taught... For fifteen years, I feel like I’m not on the right path in my life. And now, I’m facing you, holding you tight. I see you wincing and begging.

I don’t want to hurt you, but I need to release this rage inside me. I’m sticking to your wall. I can feel the heat from our bodies. I can feel your cock against my body. It’s stiff, it’s damp. I’m not giving up on you, but I’m starting to try to squeeze it between my abs before going up and down the pelvis to rub my six packs against this thick cock.

Muscle Marine

I start to moan as I feel you start bouncing me, making my cock rub against those hard abs... I throw my head back, ceasing to fight back. Wrapping my hands now at your neck, I try to squeeze to make you release me.

"Mr. Monreau... it is nice to see you again." Trying to break your concentration on you crushing me. "Release me and we can take this somewhere better..."

Etienne Moreau

It’s done so much that I dream of hearing these moans come out of your mouth... Fifteen years I’ve been waiting for this moment... I close my eyes for a few seconds and imagine us in this classroom. You just put your hand on my bulge... and ... I don’t have time to stay in my reverie.

I feel your arm go around my neck. Your gesture is violent, but your words are gentle. Your gesture hurts me, but your words do me good... an incredible good. I let myself be distracted by your words and for a second, I let you go, telling me that we are finally going to do what I have been dreaming of doing for so long.

Muscle Marine

As you release me, I stumble back, barely able to stand on my legs that feel wobbly. "Thank you sir. Wow. You are strong." I reach out to grab onto your arm and keep myself steady. My other hand reaches out and cup your balls now, massaging them.

"Let's go somewhere better... my place." As I guide you out of the sauna, our bodies dripping sweat everywhere. Even a cold shower was not enough to soften the hardons we were sporting as we both rushed to get dressed and get out of the complex.

My place was not far, and soon, we reached the top floor. As we entered, you wasted no time in stripping us of our bags and ripping my shirt of me.

I tried to tell you to calm down but already the sound of the fabric being torn got you hard... hard enough to continue your domination. I swallowed hard, in awe of this older man taking back all those years he has lost... And he seems to be doing it while enjoying himself.

Etienne Moreau

You grab my balls and for a few seconds I think you’re going to break them. But you start massaging them and my eyes come out of their orbit because this pleasure is so incredible inside me. I think I still have a lot to learn about male pleasure. And when you ask me to go to your place, I feel like you’re going to be the one to introduce me to everything I don’t know.

The way to your place is short. It’s night but the heat is still present. Is it the climate or is it my state of excitement that makes me sweat so much?

As soon as your door is closed, I tear my clothes. At over 50 years old, I conduct myself exactly as during my first sexual experience. The same fire, the same clumsiness, the same uncontrolled ardor as when I was 16 years old...

Damn, Etienne, you have to calm down, otherwise this night will turn into a fiasco where you’ll cum before even having fun. I try to breathe slowly while showing you, Max, how much I desire you.

Muscle Marine

I smile seeing you so eager - like a kid who has just tasted chocolate for the first time. You move me around the apartment, shoving me and peeling off the remains, tatters, of my shirt that is still clinging onto me from the sweat although we had a shower.

As you reveal my muscles, I flex them again, as if showing them to you for the first time, in a brighter light now. I see your eye devouring me. "You like what you see, professor?"

Etienne Moreau

What the fuck is happening to me? You’re almost naked in front of me and you’re showing me your muscles. I’m fascinated by the show I see.

Is it because I feel like a man thinks I am handsome? Is it because you are and that for fifteen years you have been feeding my nights and my days? Is it fair that I am discovering myself?

I look at you while finishing undressing, but damn it, it’s hard to stay focused when you’re in front of me, so handsome.

Muscle Marine

I notice your eyes glue onto my hard cock - something very rare. "Yeah. It is big. And it could be all yours if you want it. If you stop fighting the voices inside your head."

I step closer to you. "I know you have been wanting this for age. But never thought you would come all the way here looking for it." I grab you by your face and make you look at me as I smile. I make my pecs bounce.

Etienne Moreau

What passes through me is not just desire, it’s an almost paralyzing mental shock. My body reacts immediately—heat, tension, a look that clings despite itself—but my head, it goes in all directions.

One part of me wants to move forward, give in, stop fighting. The other panic, judges, brakes, reminds me of everything I have forbidden myself so far. I’m like cut in half.

On one side, there is this raw attraction, long repressed, that suddenly comes back up, too strong to be ignored. Being seen, guessed, almost stripped bare in my desires unsettles him even more. It fascinates me as much as it scares me.

On the other hand, there is the noise in my head: contradictory thoughts, prohibitions, perhaps shame, maybe beliefs that I have been carrying around for a long time. I wonder what I’m doing here, if I go too far. I’m freezing. I can’t think clearly anymore. I am lost, because for the first time, what I desire and what I allow myself to be no longer align. And I don’t know yet which one will win.

Muscle Marine

"Mr Monreau, relax. It’s all good. You are already in too deep. Enjoy it. Give in." It is like I am reading your mind. And as I reach up to grab your face and make you look at me more intently, I see that look of a lost young man who had to grow up in a world of taboos.

"Let go." As I feel your cock rise and brush my thigh, then my own balls. I smile and get closer, hugging you gently.

Etienne Moreau

You hold me in your arms while telling me relaxing words. Your smell, the touch of your skin, all this allows me to let go. I can finally be what I want...

I can finally be free, away from constraints, away from prejudices. I put my head next to yours, not daring to kiss you yet but dying for it, while my hands cling to your muscular buttocks.

Muscle Marine

"You always wanted this, right? But couldn't be yourself. Relax. Let go, and enjoy it... No one here to judge you." As I hand drops and grabs your cock, stroking it gently, but tight enough to make you understand I am taking control.

My other hand reaches your nipple and pinches it. But something in the way your body flexes and tenses tells me you are not about to let go... and you want to take over and control. It’s the trapped alpha in you that is fighting to get out. I smile at you...

Etienne Moreau

Each of your words resonates in me like the knell of a church. You are making me understand what I have been seeking for so many years. Your hand takes my cock and starts rubbing it while your fingers play with my nipples.

I see clearly in your game, and I know that I have to show you what I’m worth. I’m not giving in. I don’t let myself take the easy way out. I clench my teeth so as not to let slip the moan you were waiting for.

I look at you without any emotion except for that smile that is showing you that I have changed." I knew, Max, that my cock had always been your ultimate goal. You risk enjoying it and never forgetting it again."

Muscle Marine

"Hahahaha. Me? Enjoying your cock? Nah. No professor. You will be riding mine balls deep."

As I let you go, grab you by the hip and try to spin you around, but I feel you tense and you fight back all of a sudden.

Etienne Moreau

You keep provoking me. I don’t know what you’re looking for. I don’t know if you want to provoke me, allow me to express this sexual desire that I have repressed for fifteen years.

Maybe you just want to fuck me. I remember your reputation. As soon as you walked down a hallway, all the students you had fucked would tremble, remembering your ruthless and violent manner. Some teachers also...

But I am no longer who I was. You grab me by the handle, and I pivot my chest so that my elbow comes crashing on your nose hoping to prevent you from harming me and contravening my will.

Muscle Marine

I stumble to one side, holding my jaw and face. "What the fuck Moreau...?" But I barely have time to react and inquire that I see you snap into motion and attack me with another fist fired at my head.

I move just in time, twist and aim my own fist to your gut, only to land on something really hard - that hot ripped set of abs of yours.

Etienne Moreau

My fury is now as great as my sexual desire. It’s as if fully accepting my sexual orientation releases a violence accumulated for years, decades. I’m getting ready to hit you on the temple when your fist crashes into my abs.

But you’re not fast enough anymore and I had time to contract my belly so that you would feel like I’m indestructible." You thought Mr. Moreau was just an old man. I’m going to show you the opposite" And I take advantage of your amazement to crush your balls with my bent knee.

Muscle Marine

I take the knee hard between my legs, bending me and folding as you snap a tight grab of my head. I drop to my knees in pain, cupping and nursing my ball sack. I grunt and groan, almost wanting to vomit.

"Why?" Cough, cough. I reach up with one hand and claw-grab your pec, trying to push you away from me but I feel you start to assert your dominance. Things are starting to get aggressive.

Etienne Moreau

The more you try to react, the greater my fury becomes. You start hurting my pecs and this pain makes my violence grow even stronger. My knee explodes your big balls again, probably leaving you with the impression that I want them to be purple.

I put a hand around your throat while I take advantage of your pain to place my legs between yours. My shiny dick is right next to your ass. I set my face close to yours and say, "You’re done, Max. If you fight it, I’m going to penetrate you. If you don’t fight, I penetrate you too. It’s just up to you to decide how violently I will open the hole for you."

Muscle Marine

I loosen my grip on your pec a bit as I feel another strike to my balls sends a feeling of total excruciating humiliation through my body. My muscles quiver and I drop totally onto my knees. "Please. No more."

I feel you spin and place yourself behind me, rubbing the head of your cock along my ass crack at the top, threatening to pop my hole.

I summon some strength as you stand behind me and decide to go for the risk of that challenge. Aiming an elbow to your lower abs, right over your cock and balls, I slam hard, hoping it would make you fold, just enough to grab your neck and flip you over for a slam.

Etienne Moreau

I get ready for the pleasure of getting my dick into your hole. I must say that I am quite excited to think that I will fuck the one who, fifteen years ago, probably fucked all the students in the department. But your elbow just connects into my abs. I bend down screaming but try to grab your elbow and start twisting it as I fall, shouting "Give up or I’ll break your arm!"

Muscle Marine

I feel you twist my limb. "Fuck..." Where did all this strength come from? The same professor who back in high school was so scared of even confronting anyone... is not turning out to be a beast unleashed. I am stunned, swallow hard and try to pull my arm out of your grip.

Etienne Moreau

You’re starting to struggle. I can see a form of fear in your eyes. I must admit that I take immense pleasure in understanding that fear has changed sides. You’re trying to free yourself.

At that moment, I force the grip and a crack sound in your apartment. " I warned you, Max... Obey me, otherwise you risk ending up in very bad shape.»

Muscle Marine

I scream and instantly loosen up, not resisting anymore. Breathing deeply now, trying to fight the pain shooting in my arm, I look at you, hoping to find some mercy in your evil smile... but it seems the pent-up beast in you has been unleashed and is unstoppable. "Ok. So, what now?" While I pant and groan in pain.

Etienne Moreau

I’m not even listening to your answer. I don’t even pay attention to what you’re saying. I’m letting go of your arm. It hangs miserably and I know you won’t want to resist anymore.

I look at you with severity, perhaps even a form of ferocity is visible in my gaze." You’re finally going to be where you belong, Max" I tell you as I force you to put your chest on the seat of a sofa.

Muscle Marine

Pinning me down, and releasing my arm, I feel it slump down, in pain. I hold it and nurse it, rubbing it at the triceps. Was not expecting a college professor to be that strong and brutal.

I always thought you were one of those guys who acted calm and serene and were the same when push comes to shove - the same type that would crumble in the face of pressure of danger. But you are proving to be more of a man... damn.

As you slam me to the couch, I try to buck my hips and force you off me, but I hear you laugh, mocking me. I mule kick up into your groin... or try to. It seems you are ready for it and I miss.

Etienne Moreau

I grab your head by the hair and pass a hand around your neck. "You didn’t understand that from now on, it’s me who decides and you who obeys! The days when you dictated your law to me are over." I try to pull up your pelvis and place my foot on your spine.

My acorn is good against your hole "So, Max, how do you want me to fuck you? What made you dream when you were 20 years old... That Mr. Moreau makes you come without hands or that he opens your ass so violently that you can’t walk for a week?"

Muscle Marine

"Fuck you Professor. No one fucks me. No one ever did. And no one ever will..." My words cut short as I feel your fingers slide into my ass and hook.

My whole-body tenses and I try to flex my ass around your hand. I try also to buck but your foot on my back prevents it. "Get off me, you fool."

Etienne Moreau

Your resistance seems to encourage me to go even further in the way of making you understand who I am now. The more you struggle, the deeper my hand sinks into you.

I already have four fingers in you and my foot is pressing more and more firmly on your spine. I turn them violently as if I wanted to twist your ass to better open it for you." I was told that’s how you fuck your bitches, Max. am I not mistaken?"

Muscle Marine

I still try to struggle but I cannot move now. Trapped with your hand sinking into me more and more... I start to moan. I nod and shake my head, trying to relieve the pain coursing through me. "This is not happening. This is not real..."

I breathe hard, pufff, huff... trying to squeeze my ass shut, maybe it will make you pull your hand out. "Mr. Monreau... you've made your point... now let me go. I should be the one giving you this kind of pleasure."

Etienne Moreau

I hear you moaning and I know that this is probably the greatest pleasure I am having. A very long time ago, in the toilet at university, while I was peeing, I heard a guy whining. I had never heard that before. I was in the shit house for a long time.

And when I heard the door open, I saw you come out and then a guy, a first-year student, who couldn’t walk anymore. I had never heard someone moan so much... I tell myself that maybe now it’s your turn to moan like this young student.

I pull my hand out of your ass and put it there without giving you time to breathe in my acorn, without entering it too deeply." And what do you know, Max" I tell you to answer your assertion. "Maybe I will make you discover new sensations?"

Muscle Marine

I barely have time to breathe when I feel you pull your hand out that you replace it with your cock and push in... slow at first and then deep, balls deep, invading me instantly. I moan and scream, grabbing the couch my face is buried in. I groan also, panting, my whole body shaking...

"Please. The fuck are you doing?" Acting all innocent and as if I didn’t know what is happening.

Etienne Moreau

I feel your body tremble under my thrusts. I hear the sound of my balls slamming on your ass. I feel this very specific sound of guys fucking together. It’s the first time I’ve actually heard it. Until now, it was the videos of X-rated movies that I used to watch in hiding from my wife.

But now I don’t just have the noise, I also have this incredible feeling of taking a guy, of making my dick come and go inside him. I start to accelerate the pace while trying to keep control of my desire to give you as much pleasure as possible.

Muscle Marine

I am suddenly filled, invaded by your cock that I feel keeps on growing inside me to its full length. Moaning, I throw my head back, not sure if I should enjoy it or hate it, but never has a man opened me this way, forcing himself into me.

As you start to get into a rhythm, a fucking motion, sliding in and out of me like a hot knife in butter, nothing to stop you, I also feel my cock hard a d rise under me. I try to tighten my ass, to control your tempo, but it seems your pent-up energy is taking over now and breaking my defenses.

Etienne Moreau

The more I am inside you, the more I feel that your defenses are breaking down. What a fucking evening. I walked into that fucking sauna to finally try out a homosexual experience and I’m fucking the guy who started it all.

I lie down a little on your back and whisper in your ear "Come on! Let yourself go, Max! Just enjoy the moment!" and by saying this I’m trying to go even deeper, reaching for your prostate to see if I can bring you to orgasm.

Muscle Marine

As you whisper that in my ear, I cannot but flex and tighten my ass more... but not for long as I cannot hold it and you seem relentless and determined. I relax and slump down onto the couch, feeling your cock suddenly make its way deeper into me, invading me, and coring me out.

I moan and groan and then shake violently, but you got a tight grip on you. It seems all these years with pent up rage have culminated in this pure strength you are displaying now, mixed with a deeper yearning, the combination is unwavering. You fuck hard, and deep now.

Etienne Moreau

The more I fuck you vigorously, the more your resistance seems to weaken. How can I describe to you what I am feeling right now? It’s not just the pleasure of seeing the one I imagined for so long as the supreme alpha moaning at the end of my cock. It’s much more than that, actually.

The pleasure I take in discovering what I really am, the happiness I have in finally fucking a man is incredible. Your moans encourage me to continue. I feel the sweat invading my body. I feel an incredible sense of well-being. I don’t think I ever felt it.

Muscle Marine

I reach over on the couch as you keep plowing into me and grab a remote laying on the side. Bending my upper body and twisting to look back at you, I smile while you are busy pushing in and out of me with determination.

I click a button and instantly all around the loft, three or four large screens light up, flickering at first and then display an image... moving... of two guys fucking, grunting, and panting, from different angle. I laugh and it reverberates across the room, echoing because of the screens emitting the same sounds simultaneously. "Smile. You are on candid camera... Hahahahahahaha."

Etienne Moreau

I’m not far from giving up all my cum in your ass. I’m not far from having my first orgasm when I see a series of screens. They all seem to be showing the same porn movie. One guy is kicking another. I’ve seen so many of them for so many years. My eye can’t help but take a look.

Holy shit. I immediately pull away from you and sit on the couch, totally paralyzed. I see exactly that on the screens too. You filmed me... You tried to trap me. I’m petrified and I think I can hear the tremors in my voice myself when I ask you, "What the fuck, Max?"

Muscle Marine

As I feel you pull out of me, and slump onto the couch on the opposite side, I get off my knees, turn around and smile at you. I see your legs spread wide open and that cock still rock hard, throbbing. I walk up to you, squat in front of you, place one hand on your thigh, keeping it spread wide open, and grab your cock with my other hand and continue stroking it, bringing you closer to the edge.

"Relax, Mr. Monreau... It’s all part of the plan." My words cut through you like sharp blades. "Relax and release..."

I laugh as I see your cock leaking profusely. You are close to exploding any second now. And in your state of shock and lust, you cannot hold on any longer.

Etienne Moreau

You don’t answer my questions, but you keep taking care of me. The word 'plan' rings in my head. Is it a set-up? Who could want to hurt me? I’m looking for a colleague who could try to make me have a moment like that.

But my mind quickly emerges from these gloomy thoughts. My body becomes totally subject to your caresses. I know that I won’t last long. I’m moaning now and I’m totally lost. I look at you with pity as you work on my cock, which is about to explode.

My eyes beg for mercy, but my mouth is unable to pronounce these words, too busy to moan. only this Nooooooo that comes out seems to be now the mark of my resistance.

Muscle Marine

I follow it with a "Yeeeeeeesssssssssss" as I feel your balls pulling up. I see them churning, and your cock throbbing in my grip. "Blow for me... and for the camera."

I turn to look at the screens, showing the scene from different angle. Each screen covering a side of the action. "You see that... Mrs. Monreau... the real man you are married to?" I laugh just as I feel your cock can no longer hold it back.

Etienne Moreau

My cock is contracting like never before. I moan louder and louder, and just as my balls are getting tighter and my cock is exploding, I see my wife’s horrified face in the screens surrounding the room.

Despite the terror it provokes in me, even though I know that my married life is broken, I can’t help coming and showing her and you the pleasure I am taking.

My cum loads come out and it’s like my cock is exploding. Some land on my pecs, a few even on my face and I can’t do anything else but moan like I’ve never moaned before.

Muscle Marine

And to make matters worse, I slide my hand under your balls, and push two fingers into you... I wiggle them and that makes your cock remain hard even after cumming that massive load. "He also likes taking it up his ass."

I look at her. I laugh as I pull my fingers out and walk away from you to the other couch. I slump down, relaxing. "Mission accomplished... Hahahahahaha." As I click a button and the screens go black. "Welcome to my world... Etienne."

THE END

Published: 2026-06-17, viewed 68 times.