Xavier is a striking, and beautiful 28 Year old. Short dark hair, and beautiful deep brown eyes. He had a huge frame, about 6"0 and 200 lbs. Muscular... but he still looked trim, no matter how hard he worked out. He had a square cut face, perfect lips, and an incredible smile.
He always caught guys staring at his beautiful body and thick powerful cock at the gym. He enjoyed showing it off. It swung as he walked and he caught the glances of other men, supposedly str8. He worked hard to manscape his package, and made sure to release his tension several times per day.
When you start the day off with a simple jog, and a trip to the gym later on. Your cock gets hard at the sight of other men in the change room. But better yet he liked to stare at guys in compromising positions in the free weights section. The smell of sweat.
The intense beauty of the male body all around him, his balls were thick with juice. He needed to release. Walking into the change room tearing off his workout shirt and revealing perfectly sculpted pecs and a flat stomach with developed abs. Xavier ran his hand down his stomach and said to himself, "I still need some work, there is always work to be done on this bod."
Covered in sweat and wearing only his black trackpants with the stripe down the leg. Looking around seeing no one, he slid his hands down his lower abs and past the waist band. Tugging, at his manly power rod. He loved his cock it was eight and a half inches uncut and always dripping with precum. Like any guy out there his thoughts were mostly about sex. He got himself hard and started tugging
The thick scent of sweat he couldn't help but feel blitzed with energy. Tugging down the veins on the side of his nice cock he couldn't help but think how lucky he was to have this moment.
Rubbing his hand up his stomach to his armpits, running his fingertips through his arm hair. He felt the warmth and sweat and love of being a man. He put his hand down on the bench situated between two sets of lockers and touched something. It was a business card, fluorescent green, one word. "Runes". The name of a guy and his title which read "Darius, Psychic/Tarot"
Still rubbing his sweaty dick he thought of the possibilities and whether this card was left for him. He thought for a second and stood up.
His hard bone sticking way out of his pants he picked up his phone and keyed in the psychic number. A very hot voice picked up and said, "perfect timing, I was expecting your call."
All Xavier could manage was, "I have never been to a psychic."
Darius said in a more effeminate tone, "I am a Wicca psychic, please come and see me, and you will understand."
Xavier's thick bone went down enough that he could throw on his hoody and walk out of the change room to his car for the drive downtown.
Nestled between a Chinese astrology store and an organic juice bar, he arrived at a witch store in the middle of a hipster area.
Greeted by the sweet smell of an incense, he saw the front counter. Minding the counter was a girl, "I would like to see Darius," he said.
"Sure, a few minutes and he will see you."
Walking around the store he saw many things that caught his curiosity. Some tarot cards, boxes for tarot cards, herbs, books on earth magic and power animals. Crystals and incense, intense resins for sexual pleasure.
While glancing at a book on male sexual energy, he looked over and saw Darius for the first time. Blonde, 5"9 and slim, an amazingly masculine yet gender confusing look.
"I take it your here to see me. Follow me this way." said Darius. He walked ahead of Xavier, moving his arm in a graceful way, he walked out of the store and into the street. Xavier could only see how hot this gay walk was, he looked right at his ass in tight grey pants. "Incredible ass!" he thought to himself.
They walked into another building and into a private room and Darius shut the door behind them both, locking it from the inside.
The room was centred around a psychic reading table, two chairs, and surrounded by couches. A deck of tarot cards on the table. Darius looked at Xavier with piercing green eyes, completely understanding what they were about to go through. He lit a candle.
Walking up to this powerful and shy dark haired manbeast he ran his hand down his beautiful frame. He touched the bulge in his pants and stroked it lightly.
Xavier got super hard in an instant and the thing tugged away inside his trackpants. Darius looked him in the eyes and said, "god this thing is fucking huge."
Pulling and grabbing, he wanted to taste it. He got down on his knees and came face to face with his powerful bulge. Darius noticed the trackpants had a soaked through wet spot right at the tip.
Darius slowly moved towards the bulge. It stuck out about 4 inches from his waist and curved down. Opening his lips he took a breath, moved in, and through the pants licked at his cock, sucking in the precum from the jogging pants. Tasting the sweaty leaking cock before him Darius thought to himself, "I want that skin on my tongue. I want the balls on my chin, I want this thing down my throat."
He reached up with his left hand and pulled at the waistband to discover Xavier wasn't wearing any underwear. His cock bounced out of his pants and hit the guy square in the jaw. Looking up and smiling at him he put his lips to the cock, kissed it, and started licking and sucking.
He took the beast into his mouth and played with the foreskin licking underneath the skin tasting all of the precum that had accumulated on the drive over. He ran his tongue around the foreskin shoving it as far as it could go. At the same time sucking every drop he could get out of the tip of his cock.
Xavier just moaned, "this is so fucking hot, how did you know?"
Darius smiled, "you're not the average jock. Your cock is thicker than I thought."
Xavier moaned out, "are you the average wiccan? Oh fuck, suck me deeper! Please I need it, but don't hurry."
The witch boy sucked down deep into his ballsack, sweating and hanging pretty low. He thought to himself, "man this guy must have a huge load." He could feel the balls moving, loving them hitting his face with every lick.
Xavier looked down. Darius was jacking the base of his beast cock. He noticed a pentagram ring on Darius' middle finger. "What does that mean?" he said letting out a long satisfied moan.
"It means, I am a person of mystery. I aim to find out the secrets of the world. You my stud, are one of three most powerful men in the world. I am very fortunate to have you here."
Inhaling the sweet smell of incense and beeswax. Darius started slapping the cock against his face and grabbed at the hips before him. Without a pause in his work he moved them towards the middle table with two chairs. Positioning the cock to sit on the table side. He took in the sight of this jocks powerful ass.
