Black Ridge Secrets: Roger Evans

Roger Evans slept-in on the weekend and the first thing he did after waking-up was get in the shower. He let the hot water pour down all over his nude body, feeling its warmth over every inch of his skin. With the day to himself he was determined to take a good, long shower and enjoy every second of it. He lathered his body slowly, letting his soapy fingers roam over his hairy muscles and private parts. His fingers explored his bushy armpits and then he held his pectorals in each hand, his fingers squeezing the hirsute muscles. Roger smiled and chuckled to himself as he started to become aroused. He had always enjoyed playing with his pecs, manipulating them and treating them roughly. He gripped his nipples between his fingers and pulled on them, feeling the sensation send blood flowing through his nether regions. That’s when he moved his hands lower, travelling across his abs until they reached below his waist. He washed his genitals thoroughly, letting his digits slide over his plump penis and low-hanging testicles. Eventually he reached behind and grabbed his buttocks with both hands, caressing them before slipping a couple fingers in between to lightly touch his perineum. Roger breathed slowly, he was touching the most sensitive area of his body and he hadn’t been touched there in a while. He carefully brushed two of his fingertips over his anus and his mouth immediately fell open with a sharp exhale. But along with the pleasure came a surge of guilt over being aroused by anal stimulation. Roger placed one hand against the wall of the shower and leaned forward with his head down and his eyes closed, feeling the water pour down directly on the back of his head. He breathed slowly for a moment, mentally wrestling with his conflicting thoughts and urges.

Eventually Roger got out of the shower and towelled himself off. He walked into his bedroom still nude and then went to his closet. He grabbed a box that he still hadn’t unpacked since he moved in and opened it. Inside was a collection of sex toys. Roger picked up a pink dildo that was long and thick, and had multiple ridges along its length. The man stared at the object, thinking about how good it would feel to slowly slide it up his ass. He wanted desperately to play with it, to feel it fill him. But he made a promise to himself that he was going to make a fresh start in Black Ridge, that he would make up for his mistakes in the past by committing to being a proper Alpha male from now on. Roger put the dildo back and then hid the box away again. He walked over to the photo of his brother by the bed. “I said things are gonna’ be different now.” The man spoke aloud to the image of his departed sibling. “I’m gonna’ keep my word this time.” He declared. Living alone allowed Roger the freedom to walk around his house completely naked, a freedom he was more than happy to enjoy. After his morning coffee he stepped outside to enjoy the fresh air on his bare body. The Alpha male stretched; lifting his arms up and moving his hands behind his head while he arched his back and puffed-out his chest, appreciating how the breeze felt against his freshly washed armpits. Feeling secure in his privacy Roger decided to take a stroll around his property.  He walked with his plump, semi-erect penis swinging between his thighs. Despite playing with himself in the shower he hadn’t made himself orgasm yet today and he was content to wait and climax later. As he walked further into the woods outside his house he thought of his new, mysterious neighbour down the road. The memory of Hank’s powerful physique and arrogant demeanour was intimidating… but arousing at the same time. Roger made his way toward the other man’s house, this time approaching it from the back. He crept through the trees carefully, wondering if he would get a glimpse of the man through the windows.

As Roger peered at his neighbour’s house from behind a shrub he couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary. All the windows had curtains which surprised him considering that when he met Hank the man had no problem standing outside fully nude. Hank definitely didn’t seem like the type of man who’d be shy about being seen walking around his house with his dick out. Just thinking that made the image of the other man’s penis return to Roger’s mind. He exhaled slowly, his neighbour was endowed with a manhood that made Roger feel envious… and nervous. After looking at the back of the house for a few minutes he finally turned to leave when suddenly he saw in his peripheral vision that Hank was standing a few steps away from to the side, as naked as he was before. “Fuck!” Roger instinctively shouted-out in alarm.

Hank immediately closed the short distance between the two men, grabbing Roger and shoving him up against the trunk of a nearby tree. “Why are you spying on my house!” He growled menacingly. “Did they tell you to keep an eye on me!?” He accused the other man.

“No! I wasn’t trying to spy on you!” Roger grunted in response, shocked by his neighbour’s actions and intensity. “I was just taking a morning walk and you startled me…” He confessed.

“A morning walk, right outside my house… in the nude…” Hank replied skeptically, looking down at Roger’s body while he kept him pinned against the tree. “Ohh, I see… You came here to get fucked.” He claimed, looking back up at the other man’s face.

Roger’s countenance twisted in anger. “I’m an Alpha male, you jackass!” He roared in anger, making it obvious the other man’s comment had touched a nerve.

“You heard me…” Hank said coldly, staring the other man in the eye as a challenge. “I could tell from the moment I laid eyes on you that you were horny for my cock.” He claimed arrogantly.

Roger pushed back against the other man physically and forced himself out of Hank’s grip. “Listen to me; I. Don’t. Want. Your. Cock.” He declared emphatically, punctuating his statement with a heated tone to his voice and an icy glare on his face.

Hank smirked at his neighbour. “Sure. You keep telling yourself that… faggot.” He ridiculed the other man.

Roger’s vision went red as that word sent him over the edge. He quickly swung his arm up and punched Hank right in the side of the face.

Hank grunted from the impact of the blow and then looked back at Roger with a scowl. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.” He growled before whipping an arm out and smacking the other man across the face with the back of his hand.

Roger was enraged and lunged at the larger man recklessly. He slammed his body into Hank at full-force and toppled him over onto the ground. “You bastard!” He bellowed as he fell on top of the other man.

Now it was Hank who was infuriated. He easily tossed Roger off of him and switched positions so that he was on top of his opponent. The huge man raised up his fist and then brought it down against Roger’s face in two rapid motions before delivering a third punch that knocked the wind out of the other man’s frenzy. “Stay down…” He warned his neighbour.

“Fuck… you…” Roger cursed up at his adversary in a daze.

“Oh?” Hank scoffed as he felt the other man’s erection poke against his own penis. 

Roger had been semi-hard when Hank first confronted him but apparently the intensity of their altercation aroused more than his temper.

Roger’s cock was rigid and throbbing, his passionate anger had his blood pumping harder and faster than it had in years.

Hank had his thighs spread with his knees on either side of the other man’s waist as he loomed over him. His large, exposed manhood was being prodded by Roger’s inflamed erection. He grinned down at his fallen opponent’s face. “I guess you do have some hair on your balls after all… Some good old-fashioned violence gets your dick hard.” He complimented the other Alpha.

Roger rubbed the side of his head that had been struck, he knew he was gonna’ be bruised tomorrow. The beaten male looked up at his neighbour’s massive pectorals and let the first thought that entered his disoriented mind guide his next actions. He thrust his upper body upwards and then latched-on to one of Hank’s pecs with his mouth, sinking his teeth into the man’s nipple.

Hank grunted at the pain of the bite and grabbed the other man’s torso but didn’t push him away.

Roger pressed his teeth in hard but stopped short of breaking the skin and drawing blood. Instead he chewed on the nipple before taking as much of the man’s hairy, muscular pec into his mouth and sucking on it while his teeth pressed into the firm flesh.

“Ugh! That feels good…” Hank groaned, enjoying the sensation and finding his own cock growing hard and rubbing against his neighbour’s erection. As Roger continued to bite and suck on his pec Hank held the back of his head in one hand as if he was nursing the man. “Mmmm, yeah… that feels fucking good…” He growled.

It was as if Hank’s punches had knocked the sense out of Roger, he was acting on autopilot; following his base, sexual urges for the other man without any concern for the potential consequences. After a couple minutes he then slurped his way across Hank’s chest until he began suckling on the other nipple.

“Good boy…” Hank muttered while he enjoyed the pleasure. He began to move his hips, rubbing their stiff dicks together. The hirsute stud growled again as he frotted with the man beneath him while he chewed on his nipple. “Fuuuck…” He moaned deeply.

Roger still wasn’t thinking clearly, he was only indulging his sexual instincts. His hands began to roam over the other man’s body, feeling his strong, hairy muscles. 

Hank felt Roger’s teeth clamp down on his nipple while the man’s tongue rapidly flicked over the sensitive nub of flesh and it made him moan out loud. He retaliated by thrusting his hips harder, really grinding their cocks together and causing more pleasurable friction.

Both mens’ balls tensed-up, their bodies electrified with lust as they drove each other further towards the edge of climax. The two men sounded like animals during the height of mating season; their deep panting and grunts and groans filled the air in the woods around them. 

Finally Hank threw his head back and let out a mighty bellow of ecstasy as they simultaneously started orgasming.

Roger pressed his face against the other man’s chest and moaned into his firm, muscular flesh. “Ohhh fuuuuck…” He whimpered, his tongue hanging out of his mouth for a moment.

Both of their cocks had spurted their loads onto each other, their sticky cum drizzled all over each other’s throbbing shafts and hairy abs. They held onto one another for a couple minutes, their chests heaving while they caught their breath.

Eventually Hank stood back up and looked down at Roger.

After the orgasm Roger finally felt like he had come back to his senses and blushed at how embarrassed he felt. He was surprised to see Hank reach an open hand down for him, but he accepted it and let the other man help pull him up to his feet.

“You’re not as bad as I thought.” Hank proclaimed, clapping the other man on the shoulder.

“Thanks… I guess.” Roger replied sheepishly.

“Come on, let’s get cleaned-up.” Hank declared, gesturing for the other man to follow him before he started walking back towards his house. 

Roger felt awkward about going into Hank’s house under the circumstances but nonetheless decided to take the man up on his offer of hospitality. He followed the man into his home and found it rather sparsely furnished.

“The shower’s in here.” Hank said, leading his guest through his bedroom and into the bathroom.

“Your house has the same layout as mine.” Roger remarked as he stepped in behind his host. 

Hank didn’t say anything, he simply turned the hot water on and let it spray them both.

Roger felt awkward showering again so soon but after being thrown down onto the grass and getting roughed-up by another man he needed another good washing.

Hank didn’t seem to mind showering with a guest too much, he lathered his armpits and chest with a bar of soap and then handed it over to Roger.

Both men stared at each other while they washed their bodies; the tension between them had certainly been alleviated after their physical altercation, but it wasn’t gone entirely. 

After they finished getting cleaned-up and dried-off together Hank invited his guest to join him in the kitchen.

“You mind if I sit my bare ass down on your chairs?” Roger asked before taking a seat at the table.

“I sit my bare ass down on those chairs.” Hank replied matter-of-factly. 

Roger chuckled and then sat down. “I want to apologize for skulking around outside your house. I know it must have seemed suspicious, but I really was just taking a walk and decided to take a look at your home.” He told the other man.

Hank got them both a cup of hot coffee before he sat down at the table with his guest. “It’s alright… I believe you.” He said before taking a long sip.

“Thank you.” Roger breathed a sigh of relief before he drank from his cup as well. “So, uh… you don’t seem to wear clothes much, do you?” He remarked.

“I’m a nudist.” Hank admitted casually.

This new information about his neighbour aroused Roger and he felt another swell of blood to his genitals. “Is that so? Well… it seems that you live a very Spartan lifestyle.” He commented, taking another look around at the sparsely furnished home. “I admire that.” He added, looking back at his host.

“Then you should do the same.” Hank declared, making it sound both like advice and a challenge.

Roger furrowed his brow as he glanced away for a moment and then looked the other man right in the eye. “You’re right, I should.” He confessed.

While the two men continued to drink their coffee Roger reached up and gently touched the side of his head where Hank pummelled him. 

“Let me get you an ice-pack.” Hank offered to his guest before he stood up from the table.

“Thanks.” Roger replied, watching his host go fetch one. A minute later Hank was holding a cold compress against the side of his head while he stood in front of him. “Thanks, I appreciate it.” Roger told the man, smiling up at him bashfully.

“It’s the least I could do.” Hank said, returning the man’s smile with one of his own.

Seeing this mouth-watering hunk smile at him made Roger’s heart skip a beat and his face began to feel warm. He was grateful that his beard would mostly cover any blushing of his cheeks. “I’ll take it from here.” He responded, taking hold of the compress from his host.

Hank sat back down again and finished his cup of coffee.

“So you’re a nudist…  I’m assuming you heard about the new community outside town.” Roger inquired, wanting to know more about his host and wondering if there was any connection between him and the other nudists.

“The new what?” Hank asked, suddenly furrowing his brow.

“There’s a community of nudists that just moved into the area. They’re living in the abandoned camp on Blackwater Lake. I think it used to be a summer camp for high school students, but got closed down years ago. I’m not sure though, I haven’t been in Black Ridge long.” Roger explained. “I was just thinking maybe you moved from there to this house or maybe you know some of the guys there or something.” He added.

“No, I didn’t hear about that…” Hank spoke in a detached manner, as if he wasn’t paying attention to his guest anymore.

Roger looked at the expression on the other man’s face and wondered if he had said something that upset him.

Hank got up from his seat slowly. “I’m sorry, Roger; but I’m gonna’ ask you to leave now.” He declared abruptly.

Roger stood up as well. “Hey, I’m sorry if I-” He began to say before his host cut him short.

“It’s fine. Keep the ice-pack. We’ll talk another time.” Hank said curtly.

“Alright… maybe next time we’ll talk at my house.” Roger replied as he started to leave. “See you around.” He added before he left. 

After jogging home in the nude Roger decided to finally get something to eat. He ate breakfast while holding the compress against his head until it was no longer cold. He couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened with Hank, not so much that Hank had hit him, but the sexual part of their encounter. Despite how intimidated he felt by the other man and how aloof he remained, Roger couldn’t deny an intense physical attraction to him. He wanted to do more, a lot more, with Hank. After he finished eating Roger went back up to his bedroom and opened his closet again. “Hank is right…” He said to himself, pulling the dildo out of the box of sex toys. “I do want him to fuck me… I do want his cock…” He continued, walking over towards the bed. “I can’t let him fuck me… but I can take care of my needs…” Roger declared as he laid on his back on the bed and lifted up his legs, spreading them apart. He pressed the tip of the dildo against the pucker of his anus. “You’re right, Hank; I am a faggot.” He breathed out slowly before pushing the sex toy past his sphinctre.

Roger closed his eyes and opened his mouth, letting out a deep moan as the phallic object entered his ass. It had been several months since he had last been penetrated and the dildo wasn’t made for delicate assholes. Roger felt it stretch his ring of muscle and his anus gripped every rib and ridge along the length he slid into himself. “Haaank…” He moaned softly, closing his eyes and arching his back. Once the shaft was inside him until the base of the sex toy touched his ass he lowered his legs and left it inside him. Roger opened his eyes and peeked over at the photo of him and his brother on the nightstand. “Remember when you bought this for me?” He asked aloud with a breathy chuckle. “Remember when you… when you first saw me perform on stage with this toy?” He continued, starting to pant as he slowly swivelled his hips while he laid on the bed and enjoyed the feeling of the shaft filling his ass. “I remember seeing you in the crowd that night… the look on your face…” Roger reached down with one hand and started lightly stroking his cock while he used the other to caress his pecs. “I was so turned-on.” He admitted to himself. His cock was throbbing as it lay across the treasure trail of hair that spread down the middle of his abs and joined his pubic bush, his fingers moving over his manhood just firmly enough to drive him wild. Roger felt his internal temperature rise and his other hand became damp with the sweat clinging to his furry pecs while he massaged them. “You would love Hank.” He said, smiling at the image of his brother. “You would want to see me and him go at it… so bad.” He laughed, his face blushing.

Roger raised his hips up into the air for a moment and pumped his dick through his clasped hand back-and-forth, feeling the dildo press against his prostate. “Fuck!” He cursed through gritted teeth as he looked down at his erection. “I know I’d love to perform with Hank for you…” He rumbled, fucking his own clenched fist while feeling his balls tense-up. “I know that stud would really give it to me good… just how I… like it!” Roger cried-out pleasurably as he brought himself to climax. His cock began spilling ropes of cum over his sweaty torso while his head rolled back in ecstasy. “Fuuuck me!” He moaned lewdly. As his orgasm subsided he rested his ass back on the bed and covered his eyes with one of his forearms. The man laid there catching his breath for a few minutes but when his lust abated, his shame returned. “Aww, shit!” He exclaimed, reaching down and pulling the dildo out of his ass carefully. The shaft was coated with his sexual lubricant. “I can’t believe I did that…” He said, feeling disappointed with himself. Roger got out of bed and put the toy back in the box without even washing it, he didn’t want to look at it for one more second. He stormed into his bathroom and placed his hands along the counter before giving himself a hard look in the mirror. “I said things would be different now.” He told his reflection. “I can’t be doing… that. Not anymore!” He chastised himself. Roger looked down into the sink to avoid staring into his own eyes. “Fucking faggot.” He muttered under his breath. After a moment to steel his resolve the man looked back up at his reflected face. “Time to be a real man… like you were always supposed to be.” He asserted, puffing out his chest to help embolden his masculinity. After his pep talk Roger washed his body clean for the third time that day and eventually came out of his bathroom wiping his chest with a towel. He sauntered over to the photo of him and his brother once more and sighed. “It’s time to put the past behind me and focus on why I moved here in the first place.” He whispered to himself. Roger then walked over to the window and looked out towards his neighbour’s house. “Some secrets in Black Ridge need to stay buried.” He declared.