u/dkreni2

Part Six of an ongoing series. All characters are over 18 years old. Click here to read : Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3 ;  Part 4 ; Part 5

My roommate Evan sat on his bed in the dark across from me.. I sat up in my own bed to respond to him. I knew where this was going. Earlier he had walked in on me fucking our friend, Jason, now he was asking why not him. At this point, I had ran through our entire friend group after they each were seemingly driven crazy over the knowledge of my huge dick. I had thought Evan would be different though.

We had been roommates half a year and he had plenty of glimpses at my dick or bulge. He even admitted to knowing I was hung when the rest of our friends found out. He had never shown an interest in trying to get a piece though. He was my best friend in college and he had always been nice and chill so hearing him say that he wanted something was a tough pill to swallow.

“What do you mean?” I asked him back.

“I mean…” Evan said quietly. “I mean, that we are roommates. If you wanted to experiment, I thought maybe you would have asked me. I mean for convenience sake.”

“Oh,” I responded to him. “Well, this is all super new to me. Hooking up with guys had never crossed my mind before that night where the gang found out about my dick. Besides…you are my boy. Easily my best friend here and I wouldn’t want things to get weird.”

“I know, man,” Evan responded. “You know, I’m gay though, right?” I was actually shocked by this. I had no clue that Evan was gay. He had never picked up girls and would disappear sometimes at night, but he was also super studious so I always assumed he was cramming for an exam. He had never made a move or hinted that he was gay.

“I actually didn’t know that,” I responded. “It’s cool, though! I’m totally fine with it.”

Evan chuckled a little. “Well, I would assume you are fine with it. You’ve been fucking our guy friends.” I laughed in response. It was a good point. “The reason I tell you is because, well, I have a huge crush on you.”

“Oh,” I responded. I felt my cheeks get hot from his confession. I also felt something in my stomach; butterflies? “Uhhh thanks man. I don’t really know what to do with that.”

“I’m just telling you because, well, I thought you knew I was gay,” Evan continued. “So when I asked why you didn’t hook up with me, I guess I’m just jealous. You are my best friend here too so I don’t want to make things weird, but you are kind of the perfect guy.” 

“Thanks man,” I responded. His words were really sweet, I hadn’t been expecting this at all. “I still feel like I don’t know what to say, and I don’t want to say something wrong.” 

“It’s all good, Marco,” Evan responded. “I just wanted it out there I guess.”

“Well, thanks for telling me, man,” I responded. “Did you want to…uh…”

“No! No, man,” he quickly responded. “I don’t want you to feel pressured and I don’t want to hook up with you right after you fucked Jason. I just wanted you to know.”

“Alright, Evan,” I responded. “That’s probably for the best because I don’t think I could go again tonight anyways.” We both laughed and said goodnight. I passed out almost instantly.

– – – 

The next week was a little weird, but eventually Evan and I got back into our groove. The next Saturday night came up and most of the boys were out of town. Evan asked me if I just wanted to chill in the room and stream some bad movies. It sounded great and I told him I would get us some weed and beers and we would be set.

That Saturday night started pretty normal. Evan picked some action comedy from Netflix and luckily after smoking and a couple beers, we were both laughing at how stupid it was. By the end of the movie, we were almost done with our beers. When it ended, Evan mindlessly put on a badly rated horror movie and we were off again. Within 20 minutes though it seemed like Evan was up for a distraction.

“So, Marco,” he said shyly. I looked over and he was staring at me. His cheeks were rosy from the alcohol and he was wearing a slight smile. “You still fucking the guys?”

I laughed at his question. He had seemed jealous the last time he asked me about it, but it seemed like maybe he was moving past it. “Nah, man,” I responded. “My dick needed a break. Although each of them has messaged me about it. Luckily they are gone this weekend. So it’s just the two of us.”

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “Just the two of us…” Evan was still just staring at me and I could tell there was more he wanted to ask. I figured if he had a crush on me, it may be harder for him to make a move than our friends who were just after me for my cock.

“Come over here, man,” I said over to him. I moved over on the bed to be against the concrete wall of the dorm room, making space for another body next to me. “You won’t stop staring so come get some cuddles at least.”

Evan basically jumped out of his bed. It only took two steps for him to be at my bed. He slid in the space, but kept himself facing the tv. I appreciated that he was being subtle, but when I looked down at his shorts, it seemed like his bulge was full  so I knew he wanted it. I grabbed onto my roommate's hand and guided it to my shorts where his hand was separated from my fat bulge by only a couple thin layers of fabric. I heard his breath hitch at the contact and his fingers wrapped around the bulge to feel the actual girth of my dick.

“Fuck,” he whispered, turning to look at me. Our faces were only a few inches apart. Looking into his eyes gave me butterflies in my stomach, but the blood rushing to my cock was what was on my brain. Evan threw himself up so he was on his knees at the foot of my bed and without hesitation he pulled down my shorts, exposing my half hard cock. “You really are huge. Can I suck it?”

I smiled at him. He looked like a kid in the candy shop. I also realized that he was the first of my friends to play with me who was actually gay, he was going to know what he was doing. I nodded to him and he instantly went to work. Both of his hands were wrapped around my cock and guided the head up into his mouth. In seconds, he was pushing his head further down my cock.

This was by far the best head I had received yet. I could feel his tongue swirling around me. Evan was putting suction on my cock that was intensifying the sensation, and with both of his hands and his mouth moving up and down my cock, slowly but surely he was taking more of my cock down his throat than anyone ever had before. He moved his mouth down to take my balls into his mouth, using his tongue to juggle them as he sucked them. My toes curled as I felt the tension in my cock growing.

“Fuck, Evan,” I groaned. “You are too good at this.”

“How could I not be? This is the most amazing dick I’ve ever played with. I want you to feel as amazing as I do right now.” He started sucking my cock again. I heard him gagging as he pushed his head further down. I could feel the tightness of his throat around my cock.

“Keep going like that and I’ll cum too fast,” I warned him.

“Well we can’t have that,” Evan responded. He let go of my cock and it swung into my stomach with a loud thud. Evan then ripped off his clothes in front of me. I was shocked to see him so easily get naked in front of me as if it was normal.  Evan had what I guess you would call a twink body. Besides some hair in his pits and a trimmed bush, he was practically hairless on his torso. His body was pale white and skinny other than some muscle definition around his pecs. His dick caught me by surprise though. Evan had never been a bragger, and I had certainly never been trying to look, but his cock looked like it was almost as thick as mine even if it was a couple inches shorter. His balls were easily bigger than mine though. I caught myself staring at him and realized for the first time, I was turned on by a guy’s body.

Evan reached into my side table and pulled out my lube. He didn’t hesitate in squirting a huge glob into his hand and then starting to work it onto my cock. I moaned and my body shuddered as he got my cock all glazed up for him. Then I saw him reach behind to lube up his hole and in seconds he was crouched above me, ready to ride my cock and lining me up with his hole. 

“I’m going to take you all in,” Evan said. I just looked at him in disbelief as he lowered himself down on me. I felt the pressure against his hole, but unlike Jason, his hole expanded to slide me in easily. This time Evan was the one groaning, as he slowly slid my cock inch by inch into him. His hole felt hot and tight against my cock, but nowhere near the vice grip Jason’s had been. I grabbed onto his ass to help him with stability. 

Evan paused and took a couple deep breaths in and out, only about halfway down my cock. Then he shocked me as he started slowly bouncing up and down on my cock. I was in shock and my head was thrown back from the amazing sensation of his velvety hole working my cock. Evan slowly took me deeper and deeper with each bounce and before I knew it, his ass was flush with my legs and I was fully buried in him.

“Oh my God, Marco,” Evan moaned. “I’ve never been filled like this before. Your cock is amazing.” Evan continued to take control and use his hole to work up and down the entirety of my nine inches. We were both moaning loudly together, my hands were tightly grabbing his cheeks. 

“Your hole is like heaven, dude,” I groaned. “Oh my God. You really know how to please a cock.”

Evan just laughed as he picked up the speed. His ass was now clapping every time it made it all the way down my cock and collided with my legs. His fat cock started to bounce too and each time he came down it was slapping against my stomach, for some reason it was turning me on even more. Evan was fully slamming down on my cock now and I knew I wasn’t going to last long.

“Evan, slow down, or I’m going to…”

“No way,” Evan said. “I can’t get enough of this. Your cock is fucking punching my stomach. I’m never letting you out of me.” His words didn’t help my impending orgasm. I knew that if I wanted this to end in a non-embarrassing way, I was going to have to finish him too. I spat in my hand and wrapped it around his cock as he rode me, causing him to elicit a large groan. His cock felt hot in my hand, stroking it up and down was turning me on and before I knew it, his cock was all I was looking at.

“Marco, let it go, please,” Evan begged.

“No way, if you are going to make me blow, I’m doing the same to you,” I responded. Marco just groaned and shifted his position so he was now just grinding against me, my cock buried deep in his hole.

“Oh my God, Oh my God, Marco! OH MY GOD!”  Evan yelled.

“Me too, man! Fuck! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

“Me too!” Evan moaned. Almost instantly I felt his cock flexing in my hand as he grinded against me and then a rope of cum shot out of it and hit me in the face. Another rope across my chest and then the rest dripping out. I groaned loudly as I felt my balls tense up and then my own cock exploding in him. I was yelling out and I knew the entire dorm hallway must have heard us. 

Evan stopped moving, but kept my cock deep inside of him as it twitched the last of my load out. I stared up at his face, red from exertion and smiling as he looked down at me. I could taste the sweet, saltiness of his load on my lips, but I didn’t care. Then Evan leaned down and kissed me.

At first I was taken aback by the kiss, but I felt my eyes closing and my mouth opening up. Evan was kissing me deeply. It wasn’t horny or hungry, but sweet. Our lips were slowly moving against each other, our tongues just brushing lightly against each other. I tasted his load in between our mouths and I heard myself whimper from the kiss. When Evan pulled away from me, he was still smiling, he slowly lifted his ass off of me and then collapsed on the bed next to me. Instinctively I wrapped my arm around him and pulled him into my chest.

“Evan,” I said. “That was mind-blowing. How did you do that?”

“Practice,” he responded. “Plus, once I got started, I couldn’t stop. You really are amazing. Not just your monster cock, but you, Marco.”

I smiled and pulled him a little tighter. “Now what do we do?”

“Well,” he responded quietly. “We could make this a regular thing, if you would be down.”

“I could see that working out,” I responded with a laugh. “What about the other guys?”

Evan thought about it for a moment. I wondered if he was getting jealous again, but then he answered very matter-of-factly. “What if we do one big orgy. One last hurrah for us all?” I sat silently. I had never even thought about this as a possibility. I wasn’t sure that I had the stamina for all of my friends, but Evan persisted. “It doesn’t have to be just you. We could all take turns on each other. Really make them explore their sexuality, at least once. Then. After we properly fuck them all. You are mine and mine alone.”

He was sweet and I could tell he really liked me. Evan was my best friend here, and even though I thought that I should be worrying about the friendship, or concerned about my roommate wanting to start a consistent fuck schedule with me, I wasn’t weirded out at all. I wasn’t feeling used, or lusted after. Honestly after our fuck, that kiss, I was feeling happy. I looked over to him and smiled.

“I’ll text them now.”

Part Five of an ongoing series. All characters are over 18 years old. Click here to read : Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3 ; and Part 4

I stared at the scene on my bed in disbelief. My formerly-straight friend, Jason, was posed up on all fours on my bed, facing away from me, waiting for my cock. I took in the sight of his strong arms holding him up, his muscular back which flexed down to his round ass. It looked absolutely fuckable, consisting of two volleyball sized cheeks with a fuzz of light brown fur growing from the valley in between. Behind that fuzz? An undeniably pink hole puckering out at me. My cock jumped, I was ready to own him. 

I walked over to my dorm-sized twin bed and grabbed onto his cheeks. They felt strong, but squishy in my hands as I grabbed and kneaded them. Jason moaned beneath me, letting me massage his cheeks. I spread them apart to get a better view of his pink button hole. It looked small and insanely tight, I couldn’t help but think of how my monster cock was going to absolutely ruin him.

“Fuck, that feels nice,” Jason said to me. 

“Just wait,” I said. I spat a huge wad of spit onto my fingers. I was going to fuck him, but he was still my friend so I was going to do my best to loosen him up first. I started rubbing my fingers against his tight hole. Jason wiggled against my fingers; his hole had no give at all. It wasn’t until I spat another wad and switched to just my middle finger that I was able to push past his tight ring.

“Fuck,” Jason moaned. I laughed at him.

“You are moaning after one knuckle of one finger? No way are you going to be able to take my cock,” I said to him. Maybe we were in over our heads. Then, Jason pushed himself back so that my finger sank fully into him. 

“I’m going to take that dick,” Jason said, looking at me with determination. “Loosen me up, then I’m taming that monster.”

I laughed again. I started working my finger in and out of his hole. Once it seemed he was taking it well, I added a second finger. Then after a few more minutes, a third. Jason was moaning the whole time, but he was taking my fingers like a champ. Three fingers was nothing compared to the cock he was going to get, though. 

“I’m ready for you,” Jason said as he turned to face me again. His face was already red, I knew my cock would break him, but if he was asking for it, I wasn’t going to deprive him. Fingering him had me rock hard and I needed to fuck something. I took my fingers out of his hole and walked over to my side table and grabbed some lube.

“Fuck man,” Jason said. “You have lube? I thought you weren’t gay?”

“Well, man,” I responded, squirting out lube and working it onto my cock. “When you are this big, even girls need a little extra lubrication to take it.”

Jason had a flash of shame on his face; realization in the truth of my words. “Shit, I bet. Well, I’m your slut tonight.”

“Damn straight,” I said. I squirted more lube and used my fingers to work it into his hole, getting him as ready as possible. Once I had him ready I lined the head of my cock up with his hole. Even my thick head looked like enough to tear him in half when pressed up against his tiny hole. “Just breathe,” was all the coaching I gave him. I pressed the tip against him and could hear him as he took deep breaths in and out. I pushed against him, even from his fingered hole I felt nothing but resistance. I waited until I heard his next breath, on the exhale I pushed. The head of my cock pushed past his ring and entered his hole with a pop.

“JESUS CHRIST,” Jason yelled. I laughed and shushed him. The feeling was crazy for me too. It was like I just put my dick in a vice grip. Jason’s back turned beat red from taking me in. I let him regulate his breathing again before pushing further. He was so tight, it felt like my dick was being crushed. I worked my cock in and out slowly, inch by inch until I was able to get about halfway in him.

“Fuck, Jason,” I panted. “You’re so fucking tight.” I couldn’t believe the sensation. I was still only slowly going in and out of him about halfway, but something about the foreplay from before plus the sensation made me feel like I was going to lose control. One more stroke and it was too late to control my nut. “Fuck, I’m …shit,” was all that I could say before I felt my balls tighten and my cock start blowing inside of him. “FUCK!” I yelled as I curled over him. 

Jason was still panting but turned around in disbelief. “Bro, did you just–” I shut him up by pushing my cock further into him. He groaned and pushed his head into the pillow. Even immediately after orgasm I wanted more. I pulled out slightly and pushed again, I realized that I was now about six inches inside of him. Even after cumming, my hardness wasn’t going down. If anything, the cum inside of his hole was making it feel better.

“Fuck man,” I said, shifting my hands to grab his waist. “You’re so tight you made me cum already. Lucky for you, this ass is too good to give up. I’m going to use you until my monster is satisfied.”

I started thrusting into Jason again. I noticed I was sliding in and out more easily with the cum. I kept inching in further and further until finally my entire cock was buried in Jason, my groin pressed into his ass.

“Congrats bud,” I said to him. “You are one of the few people who could take me all the way in.”

Jason turned around and looked at me. No words left his mouth, but his eyes were glazed over and his lips moved drunkenly. I laughed. Nine inches is enough to drive anyone crazy. 

“Don’t worry, bud, I know,” I said. “I’m going to use this hole fully and then you can relax.” Jason just nodded.

I tightened my grip, pulled almost all of the way out and speared into him again. A loud groan left his mouth, but I wasn’t stopping. I finally let loose, I sped up until I was fully pounding in and out of him. Nine inches in, nine inches out. Every thrust was met with a groan, but that didn’t stop me. His ass shook with each collision, each thrust I noticed that my cock was getting coated with foam from the previous load and lube mixed together. I hiked up my foot to stand beside his knee and thrusted harder. I had never had someone take me like this. Jason was a champ.

He pushed up to arch his back and face the wall as he took me in. I kept fucking him, minutes went by and I couldn’t get enough. The room was filled with our moans and the sound of my balls clapping into his ass. Jason’s hole was fully milking my cock. I knew I was going to cum again. I figured that I could be a good friend and help him out too since he was taking me so well.

While thrusting into him over and over again, I reached my hand around and wrapped it around his cock. It was wet from precum and sweat. I smiled at the realization that his whole cock fit easily into my hand, where mine took two to three hands. I massaged his dick, focusing on the head and he was basically screaming.

“Don’t bro,” Jason pleaded. “I’m going to blow, oh my God.”

“Do it,” I said. “I’m going to nut in you again.”

“Please, Marco! Cum in me. This cock is wrecking me. I can’t take anymore.”

“Fuck yeah, Jason,” I shouted. 

“FUCK!” Jason yelled. I felt his cock twitching against my hand. When I felt his orgasm end I took my hand back and smeared his cum across his ass. I positioned my strokes lower and slower and it was only another minute before I was ready to blow. 

“Fuck, Jason,” I moaned. “I can’t hold it anymore.”

“Fuck yeah, Marco,” Jason moaned. “Fuck me with that monster. I want you to blow your massive load in me.”

“Fuck,” I groaned. Pushing for a couple last thrusts out of me.

“What the fuck?” A voice said from the door. Both my and Jason’s heads whipped to the door of my dorm room. There stood my roommate, Evan, with his bag over his shoulder and a look of shock on his face. 

“Shit, shit shiiiiit,” I groaned, not stopping my thrusts. I buried my cock into Jason and felt it explode inside of him. My body was shaking as my orgasm fully took over me. My groans were animalistic. Jason groaned too from the deep impaling and collapsed onto the bed.

“Shit, I’m…uh…sorry,” Evan said. His eyes glued to my body as he closed the door. 

I completely collapsed onto Jason, my cock still throbbing inside of him. We both laid there until we were able to regulate our breathing. I slowly pulled my cock out of him and even as it was deflating, I could feel the pressure of his hole on me.

“I can’t believe someone just saw me like that,” Jason said. He sounded actually sad.

“Jason, it’s okay bud. It’s just Evan, he won’t tell anyone,” I responded. “I’m sorry, he was supposed to be gone all weekend.”

“It was worth it,” Jason exhaled. After a couple more minutes Jason got up and got dressed. I noticed he would barely look at me. Never in our wildest imaginations would we have had me fucking him. He left the room with a quiet goodbye and I smiled knowing he carried two of my loads in him. I grabbed my towel and hit the showers.

When I got back in the room, it was fully dark and I could tell Evan was in his bed, but wasn’t sure if he was sleeping. I hung up my towel and laid in my own bed, smelling the sex on it still.

“Uhhh, sorry you saw that man,” I said. No response. “Jason’s kind of freaked out. Neither of us ever thought that was going to happen, so please don’t say anything.”

“I would never,” Evan said in a whisper.

“Anyways, sorry man,” I said and let myself get comfortable in bed. I heard movement from Evan’s bed and peaked my eyes and could tell he was now sitting up. “What’s up man?” I asked.

“Nothing, it’s just,” Evan started and paused. I saw his shadow look over to me and the words that came out of his mouth were hardly audible. “Why not me?”

Part Four of an ongoing series. All characters are over 18 years old. Click to read Part 1 ; Part 2 ; and Part 3

I sat on the edge of my twin bed with my hands in my lap. This shit was getting out of hand. Only a few hours ago, two of my bros were sucking on my cock, pleasing me until I blew a huge load on their faces. Now another friend of mine, Jason, was telling me (not asking me) that he was coming over to experience it too. 

I had never been used like this by my friends. Sure, I had endured years of teasing for my huge cock, but things had never been physical before. Now I had three close buds who were all trying to play with my cock. The weirdest part though was that I was starting to like it. So far, I had received a handjob and double blowjob, all expertly done. The thought of getting this easy access service from my friends was becoming less scary and more tantalizing.

Knock Knock. A quiet knock on the door let me know Jason was at my door. I stood up and started walking over, wondering if he was as nervous as I was. I opened the door and saw Jason chewing on the skin around his thumb, I guess he was nervous.

“Hey,” I said to him.

“Uhhh, hi,” he said, taking his thumb out of his mouth and marching past me. “Don’t you think what you are doing is a little gay?”

I was taken aback. I hadn’t even closed the door yet and this was the energy he was coming in with? I closed and locked the door and leaned back against it with my arms crossed to look at him. Jason was staring at me and he looked outright pissed off. 

“I mean, yeah, it kind of is,” I responded finally. His face flashed in shock this time. Did he think I was going to deny it? “I mean, I didn’t ask for this. Charlie came over asking to see my cock and ended up playing with it. Then I guess he told Darius and they both came over and blew me. I guess they still couldn’t keep their mouths shut, and that’s how you found out? But let’s remember one thing, Jason. You said you wanted in, that you wanted to come over, so that makes you just as gay.”

“Fuck off, Marco,” Jason spat at me. “You’re a fucking fag. You just have a big head because you are ‘Monster Cock Marco.’” I stared in disbelief. How did he know about that nickname? I felt the old shame coming back in and I had had enough.

“Okay, then fucking leave,” I spat back at him angrily. “Jason, what the fuck? You ask to come over here and then just start calling me fucking names? So what if I’m getting my dick sucked? You are just fucking jealous. Or maybe you are just jealous of my big cock since clearly you are insecure about yours. Just get the fuck out!”

Jason looked at me scared for a few seconds, then I saw his head drop. He looked ashamed. I was waiting by the door for him to leave, still fuming myself. Jason mumbled something under his breath?

“What? What the fuck are you saying?” I said to him, noticing my voice deep with anger.

“You’re right,” Jason said, almost a whisper. “I’m sorry, but you are right. I’m fucking jealous. My cock is…not big and when I heard the other guys fawning over yours and praising you, it pissed me off. I wanted to see it for myself but I got scared as soon as I knocked on the door.”

“Well, now you pissed me off,” I blurted out. I could tell from the way he had his head sunken he did feel bad, but I wasn’t the type of guy to just take shit from people. I was about to open the door to properly kick him out when Jason fell to his knees. He shuffled himself over to me, staying on his knees and didn’t look up until he was inches from me. When he looked up, he looked at me with puppy-dog eyes.

“I’m sorry, Marco,” he said meekly. “I was an asshole and I let my jealousy get in the way. Now please ...let me service your huge cock.”

I looked down at him and took in how pathetic he looked. For the first time since my friends had started making moves on me, I felt in control. And after the attitude he had just given me, I was going to really put him through it. I simply nodded my head down to Jason as a signal and he smirked as he reached his hands up and pulled my shorts down.

Jason’s eyes bulged as six inches of my flaccid cock swung in front of him. I asked if he was going to get it hard and his eyes shot up to me. I could see the disbelief in his eyes and figured that my softie must be bigger than his is hard. I wasn’t letting the moment pass though.

“Open up,” I said in a low, commanding voice. Jason didn’t break eye contact but opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue. I lifted the head of my cock and placed it against Jason’s tongue. He whimpered slightly as I fed my cock into his mouth. He only waited an instant before his lips were wrapped around my shaft and I felt his tongue rubbing against the bottom of my cock. I watched as he began to bob his head on my shaft. 

My cock grew in Jason’s mouth as he continued to suck on it. The hottest part was his continued whimpers and moans as he sucked on my cock. Once I was fully hard, he added both hands and stroked me as he kept trying to push my cock down his throat.

“Good boy,” I said to him. The head wasn’t the best I had gotten so far but I wasn’t going to let this moment go to waste. I pulled my cock out of his mouth and started slapping it across Jason’s face. My nine inches covered the entirety of his face and while I rested it on his forehead, I felt him licking at my low-hanging balls. “It’s big, huh?”

“Marco, it’s fucking huge,” Jason said. “I didn’t think a dick could get this big. It’s a monster.”

“Yeah, it is,” I said. Something inside of me told me that Jason was asking for more, something about how he had been acting let me know that his insecurity was something I could exploit. “I bet your cock isn’t even half my length.”

Jason audibly gulped and looked at me shocked and hurt. I just stared down at him until he slowly shook his head no to me.

“Take it out,” I commanded. “I want to compare them.”

“Marco,” Jason said quietly. “You can’t be serious.”

“That was an order, Jason,” I said to him. “Strip naked now.”

Jason looked up at me in disbelief until he realized that I was serious. He slowly stood in front of me and turned his back and started to undress. Jason was a good looking guy; in the gym a lot, handsome features, and flowy blonde hair. I admired his body as he undressed until he was fully naked with his back still to me. I could tell he was being bashful still, but I wasn’t going to let him get away with it. 

“Turn around. Let me see you,” I commanded. I could tell he wasn’t excited about it, but Jason slowly turned around. Once he was finally facing me I looked down and saw that he was already hard, at least I thought he was. Jason’s cock was maybe four to five inches long, fully hard, and was tiny compared to mine.

“Damn, you’re small,” I barked out at him. Jason looked hurt at my words, but I was going to take advantage of this moment. “Come over here, let me see it.”

Jason walked over nervously and I angled my cock so that it was lined up on the side of his. Jason’s cock truly didn’t go halfway down mine, and mine was much thicker than his. I smirked evilly and Jason just stared down at our dicks next to each other in disbelief. 

“Fuck, you are so much bigger than me,” Jason finally whispered. 

“It’s crazy to look at,” I responded. “Go on, feel the difference.”

Jason just nodded and reached out and took my cock into his hand. He was stroking both of our cocks in tandem, although mine took a lot more work. He spat down two big globs of spit to properly lube our cocks and then really started to work them. The sight of my cock dwarfing his was super hot and the strokes he was giving me were starting to feel really good.

“Yours has to be twice as thick as mine, oh my God,” Jason said, starting to moan a little himself from his masturbation. “It’s unreal how big you are. My hand barely wraps around you.”

“Your cock is like the baby version of mine,” I responded. 

“Yeah, I’m nothing compared to you,” Jason said. I could hear in his voice that he was starting to enjoy the handjob too. I figured since he was taking the humiliation so well, I could at least make him feel a little better. I reached out and ran my hands down his back and started to squeeze his ass while he stroked us.

“Fuck, this ass is plump,” I said. “You have that going for you.”

“Yeah,” Jason said, closing his eyes as he moaned. His hands were starting to wrap tighter and stroke faster. I could tell he was ready to finish this. “Your cock feels so good in my hand, imagine how good it would feel in my fat ass.”

I was shocked, was Jason really pitching what I thought he was. He already had me close, but something about what he just said and the thought of it, was enough to drive me crazy. I let go of his ass and reached around to remove his hands from our cocks.

“We don’t have to imagine,” I said to Jason. He opened his eyes in shock. It was obvious that he couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of either of our mouths. I knew I wanted to push more, though. “Come on, turn around.”

Jason just looked at me in disbelief, then his eyes settled into the reality of my words. He knew we were going to do this and he was ready for it, or at least he thought he was. Jason took two steps back and turned away from me. He crawled onto my bed and positioned himself on all fours with his ass facing me. I stared at my friend’s muscular back, his thick legs, and more importantly, his round ass with a fuzz of dark hair lining the crack. I felt my cock jump at the sight of his furry hole and knew it was past the point of no return.

I was going to fuck my friend.

This is the third part of my ongoing story: Click here to read Part 1 and Part 2.

All characters are over 18 years old and consenting.

I stood staring at my two buds, Charlie and Darius, who were sitting manspread on my bed with little space between them. Space that they were asking me to fill. Darius’ hand rubbed small circles on the blanket,  inviting me in.

“Come on, man,” he said. “Take a seat.”

I apprehensively sat down on my bed between them, feeling my knees bump against theirs in the closed space.

“So,” Charlie spoke up. “I’ve got to own up to something. I told Darius here about what we did.”

I felt my mouth go dry. I thought that when I let Charlie play with my cock, it was going to be a one time thing. Just one guy letting his bro explore his curiosity about big dicks. I had never thought that the weasel would go tell other people. I should have known from the way they were acting though..

“Needless to say,” Darius said as he put one of his big hands on my thigh. “I want in.”

“Want in?” I asked. “There is no ‘in’. Charlie, that was a one time thing. I’m not going around letting all my friends play with my dick.”

“Marco,” Charlie said, his hand finding its way to my other thigh. “You’ve got a gift. Something amazing. You need to share the wealth.”

“I don’t need to do anything, it’s my cock!” I blurted out. I was getting angry now. I was used to people teasing me for my big cock, but having friends ask to use it was too much. “I told you last time, I’m not gay, Charlie.”

“Bro,” Darius said, feigning disappointment. “We aren’t gay either. Just curious. When you hear someone has a nine inch cock, you want to see it, that’s all. What if we keep it chill?”

“Huh?” I said, dumbfounded.

“Yeah,” Charlie said. “What if we just put on some porn and jerk off together? Nothing crazy to start.”

“To start?” I asked. “So you still plan on touching my cock then?”

“No, no,” Charlie said. “Just bad wording.” I could tell he was lying.

“I saw a hot one the other day,” Darius said, trying to sell me on the porn idea. “The chick had a massive rack! I could cast it on your tv and we will just watch. I’ll get a glimpse of you in action and then that’s it!”

I was apprehensive. They came to my room just to get at my cock, I knew it, but something in me was intrigued. I wasn’t gay, but the last time I had gotten a pretty good handjob from Charlie. I was going to get off one way or another that night, so what would the harm in jerking off with some bros be? The way Charlie and Darius were looking at me, they knew that they had me. I agreed and they sprung to action. 

Darius pulled up the video on his phone and instantly cast it to the tv in my dorm room, Charlie closed the blinds and then they both plopped down on the bed next to me again. The porn started and opened to a  busty blonde and a muscle Latino making out. I had to admit, the chick was super hot. I glanced over and immediately and saw that each of them had their hands down their shorts, clearly getting their cocks warmed up. The porn video was hot, the chick was loud and the positions they were trying out were a huge turn on. Eventually, my cock was growing too and I reached down to start stroking it in my shorts.

“Take it out,” Charlie said in a low voice. I knew he was talking to me.

“Yeah,” Darius said. “Let’s see that monster.”

When I didn’t respond right away, Charlie continued, “We will join you! Come on Darius.” They again jumped into action. Within seconds, they each pulled down their pants and their cocks were out. I couldn’t help myself from stealing glances. Darius had been honest a few weeks ago, his black dick was about seven inches, cut and decently thick with a curly bush above it. Charlie was smaller, probably around six inches, but definitely thicker than Darius, but nothing compared to mine. They each kept stroking their cocks and I felt the tension in the room. They were waiting for me, so I caved and pulled my shorts down.

“Holy shit!” Darius said, his eyes bulging while looking at my big cock now in my hand. “It’s huge!”

“It’s not even fully hard, yet!” Charlie said to him. “I told you it was bigger than in the picture.”

“You weren’t lying, it’s fucking gigantic,” Darius said.

I laughed awkwardly. Was I supposed to compliment theirs? I just kept my eyes on the tv, but knew they weren’t doing the same. As I stroked my cock, I could feel their eyes on me as they did the same. Their bare legs were lightly brushing against mine. The skin contact felt good, I had to admit. I tried to focus on the porn in front of me, but that became increasingly hard as I felt their eyes on me. Then, it became impossible when Charlie’s hand reached over and wrapped around my cock.

“Bro!” I yelped, only half-heartedly, not even batting his hand away.

“Oh, give it up!” Charlie said. “I’ve already done it once and your moans were enough to tell me you were enjoying it. Just relax, watch your porn, and let us help again.” I looked down to see as Darius’ hand reached over as well. I let go with my own hand to make room for both of theirs. Darius wrapped his big hand around the base of my cock.

“Fuck, Marco,” he said in almost a moan. “My hand can barely wrap around it. This thing is a monster.” He moved his hand with Charlies so that they were covering all nine inches of me with their strokes.

They were each still stroking their own cocks and I let my eyes close to just enjoy the handjob. Their hands were working magic on me. I felt their hands stroking me, circling my head, and tugging at my balls. 

“I told you that this thing is unreal,” Charlie said in a hushed voice.

“You weren’t lying,” Darius said. “It’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. It feels heavy in my hand. Look at the fucking veins too.” Then a whisper, “woah”.

I felt something warm and wet wrap around the head of my cock and go down an inch or so, then something wetter snaking against the head of my cock. I moaned and opened my eyes to see Charlie’s head over my lap, taking my cock into his mouth.

“Holy shit,” I said. Charlie pulled up with a cough.

“Damnit, Marco,” he said. “I can barely wrap my lips around it.” 

“That’s because you aren’t trying hard enough,” Darius said from my other side. I went into shock as I then saw him lean over my groin as well. Darius stuck out his tongue and dragged it from the base of my cock up my shaft until he reached my head. He then opened his mouth and took my cock into it. He was able to go down a little further, still not halfway, but he bobbed his head and I felt his tongue and lips sucking against my cock.

“Fuck,” I moaned. 

“You’re pretty good at that, Darius,” Charlie said as he watched our other friend pleasing me. “Make room, I want in.”

The next few minutes were crazy. It was like my friends had lost all sense. They were both worshipping my cock with their mouths. They lost all inhibitions and were pushing my cock back and forth between their lips. When one was sucking it, the other was licking my shaft and balls. My cock was quickly covered in a thick layer of saliva. They were both moaning as they worked me, praising my cock whenever their mouths were free. They never interacted with each other. Any brush of their lips was an accident in the process of pleasing me. I couldn’t help but watch. The sight of both of their mouths on my cock was fucking hot, I forgot all about the porn on the tv. 

After several minutes of them both working my cock, I felt the pressure in my groin building and knew I was going to cum soon. 

“Fuck,” I panted. “You guys, I’m close.”

“Fuck yeah,” Darius moaned, his tongue still slicking up and down the shaft of my cock.

“Darius, just wait until you see this,” Charlie said. “The amount of cum he shoots out is insane.”

“Hell yeah, blow that load, Marco,” Darius followed up. 

I pushed their faces to the side and grabbed my cock and started stroking it. I knew it wouldn’t take long. They both moved their mouths back in. Both stuck their tongues out so that they were wriggling against the head of my cock. I was done for. I groaned one last warning and I was exploding. Ropes of cum shot over their faces and covered their tongues. They were both moaning too and it wasn’t until after that I realized they had gotten themselves off in this exact moment too.

My body spasmed until the orgasm was over. Darius and Charlie stared at each other’s cum covered faces while my dick deflated between them.

“Oh my God,” Charlie said.

“That was fucking amazing,” Darius responded. “Marco, this cock is legendary.”

“Thanks man,” I panted. “That head was…something else.”

Slowly we each settled back into reality. I helped them clean themselves off and after a few minutes both Charlie and Darius left the room, this time with giant grins on their faces. I didn’t experience the same guilt I had last time. I still couldn’t believe this was happening to me. My friends were using me for my cock. It was a weird feeling, but I also was reaping the benefits of getting worshipped and it was starting to feel very powerful. I wondered what would happen next at this rate.

My question was answered a couple hours later when I heard a ping on my phone and checked my texts. It was a message from Jason. He was the one friend who had been a bit weird to me since finding out about my cock size. The message was short and simple.

“I know what you’ve been doing with our friends. I want my turn.”

This is the second installment in a eight part story. Click here to read Chapter 1

“Bro, what?” was the first question to pop into my mind. Here I was with my bud, Charlie, both of us straight, but he was staring at my flaccid dick asking to touch it.

“It’s just so crazy,” Charlie said, his eyes back on my cock. “It looks as long as mine when it’s hard, but you're completely soft. I just want to feel it.”

“Dude,” I said. “Looking was one thing, but touching it? That’s a step too far. It’s too gay.”

Charlie didn’t say anything but his hand rose and reached forward to touch my dick, luckily I was fast enough to swat his hand before he made contact. Charlie looked shocked at me slapping his hand away, but then he raised his brown, puppy-dog eyes to meet mine.

“Please,” he whispered. “I need to touch it.”

He was desperate. I could tell from the look on his face and the shakiness of his voice that he really needed this. I had never had another friend so desperate to get at my dick. I had never had another guy touch it, either, but when his hand floated back over towards me, this time I didn’t slap him away.

He tentatively reached his fingers forward until they lightly touched the tip. Then Charlie’s hand rotated so that my balls and cock were weighing in his hand.

“Heavy,” was all he said. His fingers released my balls so it was just my flaccid cock in his hand, the fingers curved around it and held it tight. His hands felt warm and smooth against my cock, it wasn’t a terrible sensation, just foreign to me. “It’s really fucking pretty,” he whispered. I chuckled a little. This situation was absolutely fucking nuts, but my cock was already in his hand so it felt like we were already past the point of no return.

 “Thanks, man,” I responded, hoping it was over. Then I felt a gentle tug from his hand. Charlie was moving my cock around in his hand, taking in different angles of it. I hadn’t noticed, but he had slid off the bed and his face was much closer than it had been. Something about the way he was gently holding my cock, the teasing caresses of his fingers felt good and before I knew it my cock was growing.

“Woah,” Charlie whispered. I tried to pull away but Charlie's fingers wrapped again around my shaft, holding onto me tight. Then, the motion that truly shocked me. Charlie let his hands stroke my cock. First it was just one stroke and a pause, but when my cock jumped from the friction, he continued. I was in shock. My bro was literally manhandling me, but the sensation felt good. I let my head tilt back and I closed my eyes. Within a minute, my dick was fully grown and hard in its almost nine inches of glory. 

“It’s really such a fucking monster,” Charlie said. His hand continued stroking my cock. Letting his other hand move up to start kneading my balls. 

“Charlie,” I gasped. “What are you doing?”

“I’m getting the full experience with your huge cock,” he responded. His face only inches from the tip of my cock. He gave me one tight, slow pull from the base to the tip and I watched a bead of precum pushed out. “Fuck, that’s what I’m talking about.”

Charlie then pushed things even further. I watched as the tip of his thumb detached from my cock and then touched my precum. He pulled his thumb far enough back for a string of precum to connect us. I heard him mumble “fuck” again under his breath. Then he opened his mouth and spat a big wad of spit onto my cock and used it to wetten the handjob he was giving me. 

I closed my eyes and really allowed myself to give myself away to the moment. I had never expected this, but my buddy was now giving me an expert level handjob. I felt as Charlie’s second hand wrapped around my shaft along with his other to cover every inch of me. He continued to spit onto my head to make sure it was slick as his hand circulated around it. I felt his lower hand press against my full balls with each stroke. I couldn’t help but let moans start escaping my mouth.

“Yeah, Marco,” Charlie whispered back. “Just relax and enjoy this. Fuck you are so huge. Just pretend that I’m some chick working your monster.” 

His words were kind of taking me out of the illusion, but luckily his hands were working magic. It only took another minute before I felt my balls start to tighten and the cum working its way up into my cock.

“Charlie,” I moaned. “I’m going to blow if you don’t stop.”

“Oh, I’m not stopping,” he said. “I need to see how much cum this huge cock can push out.” 

I felt my legs twitching beneath me and my body shuddered as I started blowing my load. Charlie kept working my cock even as I moaned and my body writhed from the orgasm. I kept my eyes closed throughout and once it was over, I felt like I was out of breath. When I finally opened my eyes, I saw Charlie looking at me in shock; his face and hands covered in my thick white cum. A wide smile was pulled across his face and he laughed as he released my cock.

“Holy shit, what a fucking load,” Charlie said. His eyes were searching the room for something to wipe his face with and I took off my shirt and handed it to him.

“That was crazy, man,” I said, almost humiliated by what I had let him do to me.

“Yeah,” Charlie said. I saw the smile leaving his face and wondered if the realization of the situation was finally settling on him too. When Charlie stood up, though, I could see that his pants were tented from a concealed boner of his own. “Your cock really is a monster, Marco. Thanks for….I don’t know.” 

Charlie then rushed out of the room avoiding eye contact with me as he did. Once I had the room to myself, the realness of having a guy stroke me off settled in and I quickly ran to the shower and scrubbed myself clean. It had been a great handjob, but I had never been used for my cock like that, especially by a guy. I felt really weird. 

Over the next couple days, I made myself get over it. I figured it was a one time thing with a bro and it was over. We even hung out as a group and everything was fine, my dick size didn’t even come up. I was happy to think that it was all over. That was until the next weekend. My roommate, Evan, had gone home for the weekend and I was chilling alone in my room when I heard a knock at the door. I threw on some basketball shorts and went to the door.

When I opened the door, Charlie was standing there with Darius. They asked if they could come hang out for a bit, which of course I let them. Almost immediately I noticed as they both plopped down on my bed, leaving only a foot of space in between them. I thought it was weird, but let it slide. I went to sit on Evan’s bed across from mine when Charlie spoke up.

“Where are you going?” Charlie asked. I turned and looked at him confused and just pointed to Evan’s bed. “No, no, come over here!”

Darius then patted the small amount of space in between them and said, “Yeah, there’s something we want to talk to you about.”

I felt my stomach start to drop. They were both looking at me smiling, but in their eyes I saw something different, hunger. I could tell from the way that they were looking at me, that what they wanted to talk about was nothing innocent. I knew that the fascination around my dick was far from over. It was just getting started.

Let’s get this out of the way: Hi, my name is Marco, I am a freshman in college, 19 years old, and yes, I am obscenely hung. Now, I’ve known I was more well endowed than most other guys since the 9th Grade of High School. I had a big growth spurt the summer before and everything blew up, including my cock. As soon as football season started and I was back in the locker room with my teammates, quick glimpses while changing or in the showers showed me that by comparison standards, even my soft cock was much longer than the guys around me. 

Now, being hung is both a blessing and a curse. Once I had my first girlfriend and lost my virginity in 11th Grade, word got out quickly that my cock was huge. My girlfriend could barely take half of my length inside of her and clearly couldn’t keep her mouth shut about my size. Quickly, the whole school knew about my big dick and although you would think it would be a good thing, it got old quick. My classmates started calling me “Monster Dick Marco” or just “Monster Marco” if adults were around. Every gathering or party would include someone asking me to show it off or measure it. The girls did show interest, which was fun, but most would only show enough to get me naked and hard and then say there was no way that they could handle me. 

All of this being said, I was so excited to go to college and get a fresh start. Being referred to solely based on my big dick was fun at first but by the time I was done with high school, I hated it. So going to college two states over was going to give me a fresh start and I was extremely excited for it.

College started off really great. The first semester went by super fast and was the most fun I ever had in my life. My roommate, Evan, was a quiet but cool guy who I had gotten pretty close with. I also had gotten myself into a friend group with a lot of cool dudes. We loved to go out together, watch sports together and hang in general. I was very happy with my life.

It was in my second semester of college when history started repeating itself. We had gone out to a club as some friends (of course, loading ourselves up with drinks before we went out). Long story, short, I ended up going home with one of the girls we met out and having some fun. The next morning, I woke up like normal and headed home. It wasn’t until two weeks later when I realized that the jig was up.

I was hanging with the guys a couple of weeks after the night at the club. We were throwing back beers, watching some stupid action movie and just having a chill night. Everything was cool until one of the guys in the group, Jason, spoke up.

“So Marco,” Jason said nonchalantly. “How was that chick, Lindsay, that you took home from the club the other night?”

It was innocent enough, guy talk. I happily responded, “Well it ended up being a fun night. We had a great time together….twice.” My words were met with cheering and hand claps from the guys. I thought it was all clear until Jason kept going.
“Yeah, she seemed to think so too,” he responded. “Lindsay actually knows Brooke pretty well, they are in the sorority together.” Brooke was Jason’s girlfriend. When he started this line of conversation, I grew nervous about where this was going. “Anyways, Lindsay was talking to Brooke. She said that you had the biggest cock she’s ever seen.”

Again, all the guys in the room were making childish “ooohs” and cheers. I hoped it would end there, but Jason’s annoying ass kept going.

“She said something like ‘you were almost tearing her in half’. Said you are a real monster down there,” Jason continued.

“What can I say?” I finally responded. “I may be a bit bigger than average, but nothing crazy.”

“That’s not what she’s saying,” Jason said. 

Next, my quiet, sweet roommate Evan decided to speak up, which really put the nail in the coffin. “It’s definitely huge.” My head whipped over to him in disbelief and the rest of the guys in the room went silent.

“How do you know?” Charlie, another one of our friends asked.

“Yeah,” Darius jumped in. “How big are we talking?”

“I mean, I can’t be sure,” Evan said, avoiding eye contact with me. “But when you are roommates and share a bathroom, you see things. Glimpses while changing, shapes through a towel. I don’t know how many inches it is, but I know it’s huge and honestly, it looks bigger than the ones I see in porn.”

The room was quiet now. The thing about guys is, they love talking sex. They love hearing about their friends banging girls. Once the conversation of dick size comes into play, though, things can change. Hearing someone else is way bigger than them can make them feel small, insecurities rear their ugly heads and shit can get awkward.

“Marco,” Charlie said to me. “How big is it? Come on man, I kind of need to know.”

“I don’t know for sure,” I lied.

“Don’t give us that shit!” Darius said to me. “We are all guys here. We have all measured our dicks, no use lying about it. I’m seven inches if knowing that helps you tell us.” All of the guys started taunting me. Yelling out their sizes and begging me to tell them. I knew they weren’t going to shut up until I did. The pressure built up in me until I needed it to end.

“It’s almost nine inches,” I blurted out. The room went silent again.

“You’ve got to be fucking joking,” Jason finally spat out. The others just stared at me in disbelief, I even saw a couple of their eyes dart down to my crotch, where I covered my bulge with my hands. 

“Nope, not kidding,” I said. “It’s big. Like an eighth or quarter inch short of nine inches. Now can we just drop this?”

“FUCK NO!” Charlie blurted out. “Whip it out, I need to see it! Nine inches? What a fucking monster!”

“I can’t believe it,” Darius said. Jason agreed.

“He’s telling the truth,” Evan mumbled. “Like I said, I’ve never gotten a great look, but nine inches sounds about right from the glimpses I’ve seen.”

The guys goaded me more and more asking me to show it. This was my worst nightmare. All these good friendships I had developed and I was going to go back to being nothing more than “Monster Dick Marco”. After a couple minutes of teasing, I finally caved.

“FINE!” I yelled. “I’ll show you one pic! After that, I want you all to shut up and I don’t want to hear about it again.” The guys all agreed and I pulled out my phone and scrolled to a recent nude I had taken. It was a mirror pick of me turned sideways and holding my cock in my hand, multiple inches growing out past it. My cock was clearly long, thick and with bulging veins. I took a deep breath and showed the guys.

 The room exploded. The guys were jumping up and down, screaming at the top of their lungs. They grabbed my phone and zoomed in, passing it between them. The compliments were flying and the disbelief was in the air. Jason seemed to be the one who was most shocked by it, mumbling something about it not being a real picture; I could tell from his reaction that his cock must have been smaller than he was letting on and he was embarrassed. Evan went quiet, and Charlie went back to telling me to whip it out. 

“No, no,” I said, ripping my phone from their grip. “That’s it! You saw it, now shut up! You all promised and I’m over it!”

The guys went on for a couple more minutes but eventually quieted down. The conversation finally moved on and the night went on normally and I was happy it was finally over.

A couple days later, I was chilling in my dorm room alone; Evan was in class. I heard a tentative knock on the door and when I went to open it, Charlie was standing there and asked if he could come hang. I let him in and we shot the shit for a couple of minutes, before the room went quiet and the air got heavy.

“Marco, I’ve got to be honest with you,” Charlie said to me from Evan’s bed a couple feet away. 

“What’s up man?” I asked. He seemed nervous. He sat on the edge of the bed and his face got red. I was worried something was wrong.

“I don’t want this to be weird,” Charlie said almost in a whisper. “I can’t stop thinking about your cock pic from the other night.”

I sat on the bed in silence. I wasn’t gay and to my knowledge, he wasn’t either. This was all getting too weird. It wasn’t the first or last time someone was going to ask me, but it was still a step too far.

“Man,” I said, the disappointment in my voice. “I’m not comfortable with that. That’s too weird.”

“Dude,” Charlie said. “I know but that picture was crazy. I’ve never seen one that big and I can’t stop thinking about it. Can I just look at it?”

“Charlie,” I responded. “I’m not gay, I think that would be too much.”

“I’m not either, that’s why this is so weird,” Charlie said back, almost pleading. “Please bro, just let me look at it once and I’ll never ask about it again. One look and I’ll leave you alone, I just have to see that thing.”

I was over this, but something about the desperation in his eyes made me pity him. 

“One look man, then we are done,” I said. Charlie nodded excitedly and I noticed his eyes were glued to my crotch. I stood up and pulled down my shorts and underwear in one go to release my cock. It was soft, but even soft, it hung low around six-and-a-half inches and was still thick and veiny. I stood in front of Charlie and his eyes were bulging out of his head.

“Oh my fucking God,” was all he said. His eyes were glued to my cock and I even gave it a little wag for added measure. The edges of his mouth twitched in a smile, he finally broke his eye contact with my cock to look up to me. The words that came out of his mouth would change the trajectory of the rest of my college life.

“Please. Let me touch it.”

“She’s such a fucking bitch!” my buddy, Chris, said as he stormed into my apartment.

None of this was new. Chris and I had been friends since high school. He married his high school sweetheart Julie when we were only twenty years old. The six years that have followed have been nothing but hearing him complain about her and their three kids that they already had. Despite the constant complaining, he was my best friend and he had stuck by me during the shitty parts of my life, so I was dedicated to being there for him in his times of need too.

I came out as gay when I was twenty-two years old. When my family and many of my friends cast me aside and told me they didn’t want anything to do with me, Chris stood by me. He was always my strongest defender and I loved him for it. 

Deep down, despite all of the complaining about his wife, which sometimes was borderline problematic, I knew that Chris was a good guy. I also knew that he loved Julie, despite how difficult their lives had become with three kids.

“Oh God, what now?” I responded with a laugh. Pulling out a couple of beers for us. 

“She’s just such a prude, man,” Chris said while popping open his beer. “I get it, we both get home from work and have three kids to take care of. It’s fucking exhausting, but I miss my wife. I try to be flirty and squeeze in some sexy time but she just shuts it down without a thought.”

“I get that,” I responded. “I’m sure taking care of three kids on top of work is exhausting for her, though. I mean, can’t you just jerk off?”

“Yeah, I can and I do!” Chris responded. “It’s not the same. I miss fucking something. I’m not even thirty yet and my wife hasn’t fucked me in months.”

“Months?” I blurted out. I got that things were hectic but I had been assuming Chris was overreacting, but if they hadn’t had sex in months, that was a long time for anyone.

“Months, dude. My hands can only do so much. Even the fleshlight I bought doesn’t feel like the real thing,” Chris slammed his beer back and went to the fridge to grab another and immediately started chugging.

“I’m sorry, man,” I said to him. “Sounds fucking awful.”

“Yeah, dude,” he said as he walked over with his fresh beer and plopped down on the couch next to me, manspreading his legs so that his knee bumped into mine. Chris reclined and put his hand over his eyes. “Fuck, I’m desperate for a good nut!”

I stared at my friend with one of my eyebrows raised. We had never done anything sexual, never fooled around, experimented, none of it. I mean sure after a few drinks he sometimes got flirty but that was always just a big joke to him. I took another sip of my beer as I surveyed him. Here he was, complaining about wanting to get off, sitting too close to me on the couch, knees brushing against mine. Chris had been there for me through so much, maybe I could be there for him.

I chugged the rest of my beer and wiped my mouth and took a deep breath. “Well, I mean…” I trailed off, trying to get the courage to finish my own sentence. “If you are super desperate, maybe I could help?”

Chris took his hands from his eyes and tilted his head to look at me. I saw him surveying my face, testing if I was serious or not. His face twitched into a smile and he let out a loud laugh. “Nah man, you are fucking with me!”

I laughed back at him. “I mean, you come into my house complaining about how badly you need to nut! I just wanted to throw it out there that it was an option, but if it’s too weird no pressure, I get that.”

Chris kept staring at me, properly thinking it over. I had never done anything with Chris and I valued our friendship, but I couldn’t pretend like my friend wasn’t hot. In high school, he was a star athlete, out of high school he worked only jobs with physical labor, so even though he wasn’t hitting the gym regularly, the muscles and body were still peak. 

“Uhhh…I’ve never even thought about it,” Chris sputtered out. “What would that even mean?”

“Hmmm, great question,” I responded. I didn’t even think the conversation would get this far. “I mean, I could blow you?”

Chris laughed again and then put his hand to his chin in the classic thinking pose. “You could, huh? Wait. I shouldn’t even be considering this. I mean I can’t cheat on Julie, it’s wrong. I appreciate the offer, but…”

“Hey! No pressure from me! I just wanted to let you know that it could be an option. I mean, if you were getting desperate, better to do something with me, a friend that you trust and know there won’t be any messy feelings with, rather than finding some random chick or person who could catch feelings or make things complicated. I get it though if you don’t want to do that to Julie, I don’t want to mess up your marriage either,” I responded.

Chris dropped his hands to his lap, framing his groin as he stared off into the distance. I could tell he was still thinking about the offer. Then a smile ran across his face as he turned to look at me. “I am fucking desperate dude, promise it won’t be weird?”

I smiled back at him. “You can cover your eyes if it helps.” 

“Alright,” Chris said, reclining his body back and bringing up one arm to mask his eyes in the crook of his elbow. “Do your worst.”

My heart was racing, but I knew it was more from excitement than anything else. The conversation had gotten me pretty horny and the thought of blowing my best friend, seeing him in all of his glory, was sending me over the edge. I slid off the couch and crawled in between his legs. I reached up my hand and lightly grabbed onto his bulge. I heard Chris take a sharp inhale from the contact. His bulge filled up my hand as I started kneading it. I leaned in and rubbed my face against it, breathing out hot air and breathing in the musky scent of his crotch. I reached up and wrapped my fingers in the waistband of his shorts and slowly pulled them down.

Chris was now laid bare before me. Two fat balls hung low between his legs, resting on my couch. Laid over them, under the thick brown bush was a thick flaccid cock that looked to be around four inches. I knew this was going to be fun. “Ready?” I asked. Chris just nodded his head in response.

I reached up and cupped his balls into my hand, gently tugging on them. With my other hand, I took his dick into my fingers, and rolled it in between them. Another sharp inhale through his nose from the skin to skin contact. I leaned in and guided his soft cock into my mouth and ran my tongue up its length. A small grunt left his throat as I let my tongue work its way around his cock before my lips closed around it and slowly started sucking. The musk coming off his bush was enough to make me go crazy but I made myself take it slow with him, working my mouth around his cock while I felt it slowly growing inside of me. 

After about a minute I realized I was pushing him into my throat to get all of the way down. I let his cock out of my mouth and it flopped up to hit his tee shirt. It was now fully hard, an easy seven inches of white meat lined with light purple veins. I stroked my hand up and down his length and heard light moans coming from him. 

“Great fucking cock, man,” I said. Before he could respond, I pointed it down again and used my hand mixed with my mouth to really start working him. I was making his cock slicker with each plunge and the added suction on his cock had him groaning and his legs shifting beneath me. I snaked my free hand up his body and squeezed his meaty chest which elicited another groan.

“Fuck, dude,” he finally whispered as I worked his cock with my mouth. I kept the pressure going for a couple minutes before I watched as Chris moved his arm to expose his eyes as I looked down and admired my work. His face was beat red and his now free hands moved to the sides of my head, lightly shifting my hair as my head bobbed. “You are too fucking good at that.”

I just hummed into him to show my dedication to the work. Then I felt his weight shift as he leaned over me and goosebumps appeared on my body as his hands slid down my back to my ass where they grabbed on tight. I moaned into his groin, his cock still down my throat as I felt one of his hands move inward and his fingers press through my pants and into my hole. It wasn’t a one time push either, he was moving his fingers against me, pushing them hard into my hole, enough to make me pull off of his cock.

“Dude, oh my God, what are you doing?” I asked in a moan.

“Your mouth is amazing, but I need to fuck something,” Chris said. I looked up at him in disbelief. “What? Your hole feels hot and welcoming, you think you’d be down to take this further?”

Never in my wildest thoughts would I have considered the fact that Chris would let me blow him, let alone as if he could fuck me. Something about his hard cock in my hand and his hand working my hole, had my thoughts going wild. There was no way I could resist this, I wanted it. I pushed off and stood up in front of him. I started walking towards my bedroom, stripping my clothes as I went. When I made it to the door, I saw Chris was still on the couch. “Well, you’re coming right?”

Chris jumped to his feet and by the time he was through the door of the bedroom I was laying on the bed on my stomach with the lube next to me. 

“Fuck, dude! I’m going to fuck your brains out,” Chris said as he crawled onto the bed behind me. I saw him pick up the lube and start coating his cock with it.

“You better not hold back. I got you all warmed up, now it’s time you treat me back,” I responded, shifting my weight so that my ass was rippling below him. 

Chris moved in closer and angled his cock down until I felt the heat of his head pressing into my hole. I coached myself to take deep breaths as he began to push into me. Then after a couple of seconds, I felt my hole open up and take his cock in. I groaned loudly from the sensation of him entering me.

“Fuck, you are tight!” he moaned to me. 

“Loosen me up then,” I responded. Chris slowly inched into me, taking his time to let my hole adjust to his girth and length. I groaned as he pushed deeper and then when I felt his groin hit my ass, I knew he was in. Chris slowly retracted then pushed back in. He had done a great job of lubing up because it only took a couple thrusts before my hole was easily taking his cock.

“Jesus Christ, your dick feels so good inside of me,” I moaned.

“Yeah? Your hole is fucking sucking me in, dude, this is crazy,” Chris was placed one of his strong hands on my lower back as he started thrusting faster into me. After about a minute the room was filled with the sounds of his body slamming into my ass mixed with my whines as he plowed repeatedly into my prostate. 

After a few minutes of fucking me I pushed myself up on all fours. Arching my back so that my chest was still down near the bed while my ass was perched higher. I reached down and grabbed my precum soaked cock and started stroking it as Chris fucked me. His hands moved to the sides of my waist as he continued his relentless pounding into my hole. 

“Fuck! Oh my God, dude! Fuck your hole feels so good,” Chris groaned.

“You are fucking the life out of me, oh my God. Chris, don’t stop!” I whimpered back, my hand messily stroking my cock while my hole was being worked.

Chris fucked me for a few more minutes, our bodies turning into sweaty messes. I could hear his breath turning ragged and feel as his thrusts lost their rhythm and knew he must be close.

“Dude, I’m going to fucking cum,” he moaned.

“Don’t you dare pull out! I want your cum inside of me,” I said as I turned back to watch my best friend in all of his glory fucking my ass. 

“Fuck, dude! That’s so hot, I—” Chris threw his head back and I felt him plunge his cock deep into me, one last slam against my prostate. “Fuck, I’m cumming!”

I kept stroking my cock and luckily his last slam pushed me to the edge too and in seconds I felt my own cock blowing. “Fuck, me too!”

I sprayed my load all over my sheets while his coated the inside of my hole. We were both panting heavily and the room stank of sweat and cum. I felt Chris pulling out of me and I let my body collapse down onto the bed. Seconds later the bed shook as he collapsed next to me. I turned and threw my arm over his sweaty, muscle chest and looked at my best friend. He made eye contact with me and we both started laughing.

“Holy shit, dude, that was insane,” he said.

“I never could have imagined us doing that. You know how to fuck, man,” I responded.

“Yeah, well with a hole that good, how was I supposed to hold back?” We laughed again and just laid there.

“Thanks, man,” Chris said, shifting his weight and sitting up on the side of the bed. “You have no clue how bad I needed that. You’re a great friend.”

“The pleasure was all mine,” I responded. “Well maybe not all… Listen, if you ever need….help, again, you know who to call.”

Chris looked over to me and flashed me that smile. “How about right now?”

I laughed out loud and rubbed the bed next to me. 

“Get back here.”

All characters are over 18 years old and consenting.

I hate work retreats. The travel part would be fun, except the itinerary usually gets filled with meetings and dinners and team buildings, all with coworkers who I don’t want to speak with during work hours let alone after hours on a trip. I recently was on a retreat and I was at the 3rd dinner meeting in a row listening to my boss and other high up execs talk about teamwork and how well everyone works together and blah blah blah. I was spacing out hard until 9:45 pm when they finally let us all go. 

I first headed up to my room and when I got there I plopped down on my bed, considered showering and calling it a night before I remembered the hotel clerk had told me about their spa/pool area when I checked in. I found the card in the room and it said they were open until 11:00 pm. I changed quickly and headed down, praying that I wasn’t going to run into any coworkers.

I used my card to get into the spa area and went over to the men’s section. I quickly grabbed a locker, stripped down to nothing but a towel and headed out to the actual area. My room had been nice but the spa was state of the art. There was a giant indoor pool lit only with deep blue lights that set a really cool vibe. I walked past the pool and down a dimly lit hallway. I peaked into the dry sauna, a bright room with three tiers of wooden benches. Then I walked past the steam room which was lit only with low red lighting, and finally peaked into the cold plunge area. After checking out all the areas I let a big smile cross my lips, I had the whole area to myself. 

Having a spa to myself was exactly what I needed after spending days with annoying coworkers. I alternated between the steam room, dry sauna, and cold plunge a couple of times. I was sitting in the steam room for my third time, towel open since I had been alone when the door swung open and scared the shit out of me. 

The man that walked into the room was gorgeous. He had perfectly groomed brown hair that matched his groomed beard. He had lean muscles over his entire body. His arms and chest were covered in tattoos that perfectly accentuated the muscles. His thumb was looped into his towel that he had folded over so it just barely offered any coverage.

“Fuck,” I said, throwing my towel over my dick. “Sorry man!”

“No worries,” he said with a deep laugh. Sitting on the opposite side of the room. “That’s what a spa is for. People are so squeamish with nudity nowadays, it’s lame. Don’t worry about me man.” With that he closed his eyes and tilted his head back.

I wasn’t worried by him; I was hot and bothered. I tried to be respectful but I couldn’t stop my eyes from going back to him again and again. I stared at his sculpted chest with big nipples. As sweat formed on him, I watched droplets race down his washboard abs to the top of his towel. His towel with the way he had it folded didn't cover much and when he spread his legs I could barely make out what looked like a sizable dick and balls. I cursed the dim lighting and the room and the steam for obstructing my view, but I was happy that I covered myself with my towel as I started getting a chub. 

Determined not to let my horny thoughts get the best of me, I got up and exited the room, heading over to the dry sauna. I laid down on the second bench, trying to get myself to cool down. This didn’t work however as about a minute after I moved rooms, the man followed. He walked into the dry sauna and climbed up the bleachers so that he was on thetier above me, sitting opposite of me again.

“You part of that big work thing?” he asked in a low voice.

“Unfortunately,” I responded with a laugh and a quick glance.

“I fucking hate work trips, always so torturous,” he continued.

“Fucking tell me about it,” I said back. “Only one half-day left, but it has been too much stupid fucking corporate speak.”

“I totally get that,” he said again with a low laugh. The low tone of his voice was so sexy, I was trying to refocus my brain again. “Good thing this hotel has a killer spa, though. I always need to let off steam after those meetings.”

I pushed my head up to look at him when I responded and when I did the words got trapped in my mouth. He had one leg propped up on the wooden bench so that the opening of his towel was projecting to me. This room was much better lit so I was staring directly at his junk. A dark uncut cock was laying heavily over two equally as heavy balls. It was quite the package and I immediately felt myself getting hard. I laid my head back down and tried to distract myself.

The other guy got up after a few minutes and made his way to leave the room. “Hitting up the pool,” he said on his way out and I gave a half-hearted wave. 

After he was out, my mind was racing. Had he really just deliberately showed me his package? He was super hot, and if he was making a move, it was a risky one in this hotel spa. I felt like he could have been more obvious, but then again I wasn’t giving him much to work with. I decided it was probably close to 11:00 so I should probably head out anyway. I left the dry sauna and started heading back to the lockers. I saw him wading back and forth in the pool and shot him a smile as I made my way past.

“Hey man,” he yelled out. “No pool? The water feels amazing, especially after the saunas.”

“Oh!” I responded, stopping my stride. “I wasn’t sure there was enough time.”

“Sure there is! We are paying to be here, what are they going to kick us out? Come join me!”

“Uhh, sure man,” I responded. “Let me just go get my suit.”

“Nah, fuck that,” he said. “I’m naked in here already, plus I already saw your junk. Just jump in! A little skinny-dipping never hurt nobody!”

I laughed. This had to be a sign and I wasn’t about to let the moment pass. I walked over to a chair and took off my towel. I let him get a full couple seconds of seeing me fully naked, my dick still chubbed up from seeing his earlier. Then I jumped into the pool. He was right, the water felt amazing after the sauna and was the cool down I needed.

“You were right,” I said. “This feels amazing.”

“Told you, man,” he said. I was wading in about five feet of water and I noticed he was slowly making his way over to me. “So, about letting off steam…”

I felt my breath catch and a smile cross my lips as he moved closer. I could tell from his eyes and smile that he was making his move. “I thought I was catching a vibe,” I responded.

“Just come here,” he said, only about a foot away from me. I took the next step towards him and our faces met in a kiss. His arms wrapped around my lower back and mine went to his arms as our lips and tongues began exploring each other’s. His lips tasted sweet and his tongue moved smoothly against mine. Slowly I felt my cock get hard in the water and then as we pulled out bodies closer I felt it slide against his in between our bodies. 

We kissed wildly and I didn’t even realize that we were moving until I felt as his back collided lightly with the side of the pool.

“Get up,” I said with a smile. He put his hands on the side and hoisted himself up to a sitting position on the edge of the pool. I watched as his thick, uncut cock bobbed from side to side. I smiled as I wrapped my hand around his girth and slowly stroked up and down. He threw his head back to moan and I moved my mouth in to take him in. 

I tasted chlorine as I swirled my tongue around his foreskin, but as I began to bob my head up and down and start taking his cock into my throat the taste of chlorine faded and was replaced by the distinct flavor of man meat. I tugged on his heavy balls as I started throating his cock. I hummed as I enjoyed the sensation and taste of him. After a couple minutes of head, he tapped on my cheek and I looked up to him.

“Come sit next to me,” he said, tapping on the tiles beside him. I jumped up and sat beside him and he instantly began blowing me. I let my hand slide down his back and started playing with his ass and hole as he sucked me. He was a wizard with his mouth and I groaned as he serviced my cock.
He sat up after a couple of minutes and leaned in for a kiss as he continued stroking me. I reached out and started working his cock with my hand in return. I don’t know what felt better, his hand working my cock or the skin of his cock sliding in my hand. We made out heavily and our moans began to grow louder and louder, bouncing off the tiled walls of the pool area. I was fighting back my orgasm so I was happy when he pulled away from the kiss to whisper, “I’m gonna cum, sexy.”

“Me too,” I moaned. “Just don’t stop.”

He beat me to the finish line with a loud groan into my mouth and I felt his cock twitching in my hand as his load erupted to spray his stomach and cover my hand. It only took a few seconds before I reached my climax too. 

“Fuck!” I groaned as my cock shot ropes straight into the air. Landing both on his hand and into the pool. 

We both slowly came down from our orgasms and kissed again while our hands released each other’s members. 

“We should probably clean up and head out before someone actually comes in and sees us,” he said to me with a smile. 

“Wanna hit the showers together?” I asked. He nodded with a smile. We both quickly got up and walked over to our towels, wiping off the cum off of both of our bodies. We headed into the locker area and went into a shower stall together, continuing our make out session while soaping up each other’s bodies. 

Once we were clean we each started getting dressed to head out of the spa area.

“Thanks man, that was just what I needed,” I said.

“Too bad you’re leaving tomorrow,” he responded. “We could have had more fun.”

We exchanged instagram accounts and each headed to our rooms for the night. Even after the trip, I still get hard thinking about that night. We still keep in touch and occasionally send each other nudes. He was definitely a great stress reliever for an otherwise torturous work trip.

I hate work retreats. The travel part would be fun, except the itinerary usually gets filled with meetings and dinners and team buildings, all with coworkers who I don’t want to speak with during work hours let alone after hours on a trip. I recently was on a retreat and I was at the 3rd dinner meeting in a row listening to my boss and other high up execs talk about teamwork and how well everyone works together and blah blah blah. I was spacing out hard until 9:45 pm when they finally let us all go. 

I first headed up to my room and when I got there I plopped down on my bed, considered showering and calling it a night before I remembered the hotel clerk had told me about their spa/pool area when I checked in. I found the card in the room and it said they were open until 11:00 pm. I changed quickly and headed down, praying that I wasn’t going to run into any coworkers.

I used my card to get into the spa area and went over to the men’s section. I quickly grabbed a locker, stripped down to nothing but a towel and headed out to the actual area. My room had been nice but the spa was state of the art. There was a giant indoor pool lit only with deep blue lights that set a really cool vibe. I walked past the pool and down a dimly lit hallway. I peaked into the dry sauna, a bright room with three tiers of wooden benches. Then I walked past the steam room which was lit only with low red lighting, and finally peaked into the cold plunge area. After checking out all the areas I let a big smile cross my lips, I had the whole area to myself. 

Having a spa to myself was exactly what I needed after spending days with annoying coworkers. I alternated between the steamroom, dry sauna, and cold plunge a couple of times. I was sitting in the steam room for my third time, towel open since I had been alone when the door swung open and scared the shit out of me. 

The man that walked into the room was gorgeous. He had perfectly groomed brown hair that matched his groomed beard. He had lean muscles over his entire body. His arms and chest were covered in tattoos that perfectly accentuated the muscles. His thumb was looped into his towel that he had folded over so it just barely offered any coverage.

“Fuck,” I said, throwing my towel over my dick. “Sorry man!”

“No worries,” he said with a deep laugh. Sitting on the opposite side of the room. “That’s what a spa is for. People are so squeamish with nudity nowadays, it’s lame. Don’t worry about me man.” With that he closed his eyes and tilted his head back.

I wasn’t worried by him; I was hot and bothered. I tried to be respectful but I couldn’t stop my eyes from going back to him again and again. I stared at his sculpted chest with big nipples. As sweat formed on him, I watched droplets race down his washboard abs to the top of his towel. His towel with the way he had it folded didn't cover much and when he spread his legs I could barely make out what looked like a sizable dick and balls. I cursed the dim lighting and the room and the steam for obstructing my view, but I was happy that I covered myself with my towel as I started getting a chub. 

Determined not to let my horny thoughts get the best of me, I got up and exited the room, heading over to the dry sauna. I laid down on the second bench, trying to get myself to cool down. This didn’t work however as about a minute after I moved rooms, the man followed. He walked into the dry sauna and climbed up the bleachers so that he was on thetier above me, sitting opposite of me again.

“You part of that big work thing?” he asked in a low voice.

“Unfortunately,” I responded with a laugh and a quick glance.

“I fucking hate work trips, always so torturous,” he continued.

“Fucking tell me about it,” I said back. “Only one half-day left, but it has been too much stupid fucking corporate speak.”

“I totally get that,” he said again with a low laugh. The low tone of his voice was so sexy, I was trying to refocus my brain again. “Good thing this hotel has a killer spa, though. I always need to let off steam after those meetings.”

I pushed my head up to look at him when I responded and when I did the words got trapped in my mouth. He had one leg propped up on the wooden bench so that the opening of his towel was projecting to me. This room was much better lit so I was staring directly at his junk. A dark uncut cock was laying heavily over two equally as heavy balls. It was quite the package and I immediately felt myself getting hard. I laid my head back down and tried to distract myself.

The other guy got up after a few minutes and made his way to leave the room. “Hitting up the pool,” he said on his way out and I gave a half-hearted wave. 

After he was out, my mind was racing. Had he really just deliberately showed me his package? He was super hot, and if he was making a move, it was a risky one in this hotel spa. I felt like he could have been more obvious, but then again I wasn’t giving him much to work with. I decided it was probably close to 11:00 so I should probably head out anyway. I left the dry sauna and started heading back to the lockers. I saw him wading back and forth in the pool and shot him a smile as I made my way past.

“Hey man,” he yelled out. “No pool? The water feels amazing, especially after the saunas.”

“Oh!” I responded, stopping my stride. “I wasn’t sure there was enough time.”

“Sure there is! We are paying to be here, what are they going to kick us out? Come join me!”

“Uhh, sure man,” I responded. “Let me just go get my suit.”

“Nah, fuck that,” he said. “I’m naked in here already, plus I already saw your junk. Just jump in! A little skinny-dipping never hurt nobody!”

I laughed. This had to be a sign and I wasn’t about to let the moment pass. I walked over to a chair and took off my towel. I let him get a full couple seconds of seeing me fully naked, my dick still chubbed up from seeing his earlier. Then I jumped into the pool. He was right, the water felt amazing after the sauna and was the cool down I needed.

“You were right,” I said. “This feels amazing.”

“Told you, man,” he said. I was wading in about five feet of water and I noticed he was slowly making his way over to me. “So, about letting off steam…”

I felt my breath catch and a smile cross my lips as he moved closer. I could tell from his eyes and smile that he was making his move. “I thought I was catching a vibe,” I responded.

“Just come here,” he said, only about a foot away from me. I took the next step towards him and our faces met in a kiss. His arms wrapped around my lower back and mine went to his arms as our lips and tongues began exploring each other’s. His lips tasted sweet and his tongue moved smoothly against mine. Slowly I felt my cock get hard in the water and then as we pulled out bodies closer I felt it slide against his in between our bodies. 

We kissed wildly and I didn’t even realize that we were moving until I felt as his back collided lightly with the side of the pool.

“Get up,” I said with a smile. He put his hands on the side and hoisted himself up to a sitting position on the edge of the pool. I watched as his thick, uncut cock bobbed from side to side. I smiled as I wrapped my hand around his girth and slowly stroked up and down. He threw his head back to moan and I moved my mouth in to take him in. 

I tasted chlorine as I swirled my tongue around his foreskin, but as I began to bob my head up and down and start taking his cock into my throat the taste of chlorine faded and was replaced by the distinct flavor of man meat. I tugged on his heavy balls as I started throating his cock. I hummed as I enjoyed the sensation and taste of him. After a couple minutes of head, he tapped on my cheek and I looked up to him.

“Come sit next to me,” he said, tapping on the tiles beside him. I jumped up and sat beside him and he instantly began blowing me. I let my hand slide down his back and started playing with his ass and hole as he sucked me. He was a wizard with his mouth and I groaned as he serviced my cock.
He sat up after a couple of minutes and leaned in for a kiss as he continued stroking me. I reached out and started working his cock with my hand in return. I don’t know what felt better, his hand working my cock or the skin of his cock sliding in my hand. We made out heavily and our moans began to grow louder and louder, bouncing off the tiled walls of the pool area. I was fighting back my orgasm so I was happy when he pulled away from the kiss to whisper, “I’m gonna cum, sexy.”

“Me too,” I moaned. “Just don’t stop.”

He beat me to the finish line with a loud groan into my mouth and I felt his cock twitching in my hand as his load erupted to spray his stomach and cover my hand. It only took a few seconds before I reached my climax too. 

“Fuck!” I groaned as my cock shot ropes straight into the air. Landing both on his hand and into the pool. 

We both slowly came down from our orgasms and kissed again while our hands released each other’s members. 

“We should probably clean up and head out before someone actually comes in and sees us,” he said to me with a smile. 

“Wanna hit the showers together?” I asked. He nodded with a smile. We both quickly got up and walked over to our towels, wiping off the cum off of both of our bodies. We headed into the locker area and went into a shower stall together, continuing our make out session while soaping up each other’s bodies. 

Once we were clean we each started getting dressed to head out of the spa area.

“Thanks man, that was just what I needed,” I said.

“Too bad you’re leaving tomorrow,” he responded. “We could have had more fun.”

We exchanged instagram accounts and each headed to our rooms for the night. Even after the trip, I still get hard thinking about that night. We still keep in touch and occasionally send each other nudes. He was definitely a great stress reliever for an otherwise torturous work trip.

All characters are over 18 years old.

Growing up in a small town in the midwest as a flaming homo wasn’t easy. I was endlessly bullied, no one understood me, and my parents, the devout christians that they were, pushed me to the church for any issue that they thought I had. We went to church every Sunday and I had to attend a youth group led by my pastor every Wednesday. This meant getting together with the town’s most christian kids and being led in Bible study type discussions. 

There were multiple times where it felt like the pastor was calling me out personally. On the multiple times he spoke out against homosexuality, he always stared at me. There was one specific time where he was droning on and on about abstinence and avoiding sexual indiscretions. He made sure that his son, Cody, expressed that he was waiting until marriage. 

When I pushed back saying that I didn’t think abstinence was a realistic option for most people, the pastor said to me, “It absolutely is. It is important that you all abstain from the sinful practice of premarital sex. And you must remember that even sinful thoughts, thoughts of lust, or homosexuality, can lead you on the path to hell. You especially would do well to remember that”

The stares I got from the other kids in the group were not only humiliating but also isolating. Needless to say, that was the last time I attended youth group. I told my parents that I kept going but of course the pastor told them quickly I stopped attending and even when they pushed I refused to go back.

Now that I’m an adult and living away from that environment, I’m living my best life. I’m an out and proud gay man, even my parents came around to accepting me. I usually make a trip or two back to my hometown every year.

This last trip, I was sitting at my parents house, bored out of my mind with nothing to do while they were at Church on Sunday. I pulled up grindr, ready to see a grid full of empty profiles that came with a small town. To my surprise, quite close to me was a guy with a torso pic that made my mouth water. After some back and forth we decided that we were down to mess around and I asked for a face pic (mine is already on my profile).

The picture came through and my mouth instantly dropped. It was Cody, the pastor’s son. I audibly laughed out loud and wondered what his dad would think of this.

CODY! I responded. Well well well, look who is the sinner now. You remember me right?

Haha! The first response came in. Hey Jake. Yes I remember you, I always had such a crush on you.

What would Daddy Pastor say about that? I messaged back. It took a few minutes for him to respond and I wondered if I struck a nerve. Finally after about 10 minutes I got a response.
What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him. Cody responded. Anyways, are you going to come over and fuck me or what?

I threw on some clothes and headed over to Cody’s house. It was surreal walking up to the door that I had walked through years before for youth group, this time knowing it was for a hookup. When Cody opened the door, he looked the same as he had in high school, just a bit older and more muscular. 

“Hey, Jake,” he said, quickly ushering me into the house and closing the door behind him.

“The place hasn’t changed,” I said looking around. I turned and flashed Cody a smile which he returned as he moved in. I kissed him softly, which quickly turned into a hot and heavy make-out session. After a couple minutes making out, I pulled away. “How much time do we have?”

“It’s a Sunday,” Cody said matter of factly. “I told them I was sick so got to skip service. But they are doing coffee and donuts after so we should have an hour or two.”

“Perfect,” I responded. Cody grabbed my hand and led me up the carpeted stairs and towards an open bedroom door. Once we made it to the threshold I paused, looking at the other door across from his. “What about that room?”

“Ha,” Cody laughed nervously. “That’s my parent’s room.”

I didn’t respond and just walked over and opened the door. The room was very sterile. A fluffy, blue duvet with a white knitted blanket on top. The room was very bare bones besides a dresser, and a portrait of Jesus. 

“In here,” I said, taking a step inside. 

“Dude, what?” Cody said nervously.

“Come on,” I said with a devilish smile before repeating, “What daddy doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

Cody hesitated then walked into the room slowly. When he reached me, I grabbed him and pulled him into another deep kiss. His mouth let out little whimpers as my tongue entered it, massaging his own tongue and brushing against his teeth.

“On your knees,” I commanded him. “Pray to me.”

This time, Cody was the one who wore a devilish grin as he sank to his knees. He quickly undid my jeans and pulled them down. My seven inches of hard cock bounced up in front of his lips, drawing his full attention.

“Jesus,” he whispered as he wrapped his hand around it and slowly stroked it. I laughed above him, noticing him taking the Lord’s name in vain. Cody opened his mouth and took my cock in. First starting by circling my bulging, purple head with his tongue then slowly taking me further down, until I felt the tightness of his throat circling the head of my cock.

Cody was giving me masterful head. The slurps and suction from his mouth was like magic on my cock. I could tell he had done this before. His mouth was getting me close to the edge so I reached down and pulled him to his feet. He devoured each other’s mouths while I fully stripped him nude and he returned the favor. Once he was naked I pulled away to give him a once over.

Cody was fucking hot. The muscles on his arms were chorded and accentuated with veins. His chest was boxy and well defined with dark pink pepperoni nipples. He had the perfect v-line cum gutters that let down to his shaved cock. It was a thick six inches with veins to match his arms and a pink head. His cock stood straight up over two pingpong balls beneath it. I bit my lips from how badly I wanted him and pushed him back so he fell onto his parents’ bed. 

I dropped to my knees this time and started my work on his cock. The sweetness of his precum tasted amazing against my tongue and I quickly began throating his cock while lightly tugging on his balls. I blew him for multiple minutes before knowing it was time to move on. I pushed my hands under his hamstrings and bent his legs over his torso, exposing a shaved pink hole. I wasted no time before diving my tongue inside of him.

“Oh my God!” Cody yelled as my tongue entered him. His hole was sweet and velvety against my tongue. I pushed my tongue deeper and deeper into him as I used my lips to suck his rim. I saw his hands grabbing tightly onto the blankets around him as he groaned from the pleasure I was giving him. I ate him out for minutes until his hole and my mouth were covered in spit, then I stood up and admired the position he was in.

“You ready for the real deal?” I said to him, stroking my cock, yearning to be inside of him.

“Hell yeah,” Cody responded. “Put it in me.”

I lubed up my cock and Cody pushed his elbows beneath his knees to display his hole readily to me. I leaned over him and placed my head against his hole and pushed. He took me easily, and as I entered him his mouth opened in an O shape as his eyebrows furrowed from the sensation of me entering him. He was tight around me, but not uncomfortably. I pushed slowly into him until all seven inches of me were buried inside of him. I leaned down to give him a light kiss as a reward. Then I started my work.

Slowly I started stroking my cock in and out of Cody’s welcoming hole. Each thrust eliciting a moan from him. As I felt him loosening up I slowly picked up my pace. Quicker and quicker until I was giving him long but quick thrusts into his hole. Cody was moaning as I fucked him. I watched his cock swing back and forth across his stomach, panting himself with precum.
“I want doggy,” he panted. “I want to feel you against my ass.”

“Turn over,” I commanded. Cody swung his legs and positioned himself on all fours in front of me. The side split of his legs showed him how round his ass was and his hole shined pink and lubed up to me, begging for more beating. “Fuck, that ass is so hot.” 

“Then wreck it,” Cody said back to me. I gave his ass a loud smack in response before lining up and pushing back into him. His hole was just as warm and welcoming from behind but as I bottomed out in him, I saw his ass shake in reverberation which caused my mouth to water.

I grabbed onto Cody’s ass and started going to town. The sensation of his hole sucking in my cock was amazing and my eyes were rolling from the sensation. Plus the visual of Cody’s muscular back tapering into his fat ass that shook with each thrust was like something out of a porn video. Cody was enjoying the backshots just as equally.

“Oh my God,” Cody groaned. “Holy fuck! You are dicking me down so good. Jesus Christ.”

“A lot of blasphemy going on,” I laughed at Cody.

“Fuck off, just keep fucking me!” I was in no position to stop. I kept plowing Cody for minutes until I felt myself getting close.

“Cody, I’m going to cum soon,” I said down to him.

“You better not fucking pull out,” Cody panted in front of me. He turned and I saw just how red his face was from the fucking I was giving him. I only had a few strokes left in me so I slowed down to make sure I was getting as deep into him with each slow thrust as possible. Cody kept swearing with each thrust and then I reached the edge of no return.

“Cody, I’m cumming,” I moaned and quickened my pace again. “Fuck, FUCK!” I yelled as I drove deep into him and felt my cock explode inside of him. I panted loudly and collapsed my body on top of his and gave Cody a deep kiss. 

“That was amazing,” Cody said to me as we stopped kissing.

I slowly pulled out of Cody, his ass making those wet noises as I did. I pulled him to the edge and turned him around to be sitting on the edge of the bed. “We aren’t done yet,” I said as I dropped to my knees and started blowing him again.

“Jesus Christ!” Cody yelled from the immediate sensation. This time as I blew him, I reached my fingers up and started fingering his cummy hole as I took his cock into my throat. It was only about a minute before Cody grabbed the sides of my head and announced he was cumming. I kept slurping him down until I tasted the warm, salty rush of cum against my tongue.

I swallowed every drop Cody shot out and when I was finished, sealed the deal with a sloppy kiss. 

“Come on, let’s clean off,” Cody said and I finally agreed. We left the room, and I made sure to get one more glimpse of the room, proud of the fact that I had just defiled the bed of the same pastor who was so hateful to me in high school. 

Cody and I showered off together, continuing to make out and explore each other’s bodies while we cleaned each other. After drying off, Cody told me we were cutting it close and escorted me to the door.

“That was amazing,” Cody said at the door. “How long are you in town?”

“Only two more days,” I responded. “Plenty of time for another prayer circle.”

“Fuck prayer,” Cody said. “Plenty of time for you to rearrange my guts again though.”

With another kiss I left him and headed back to my car. Saying goodbye to the house where I had been humiliated as a teen, knowing I got the last laugh. 

Growing up in a small town in the midwest as a flaming homo wasn’t easy. I was endlessly bullied, no one understood me, and my parents, the devout christians that they were, pushed me to the church for any issue that they thought I had. We went to church every Sunday and I had to attend a youth group led by my pastor every Wednesday. This meant getting together with the town’s most christian kids and being led in Bible study type discussions. 

There were multiple times where it felt like the pastor was calling me out personally. On the multiple times he spoke out against homosexuality, he always stared at me. There was one specific time where he was droning on and on about abstinence and avoiding sexual indiscretions. He made sure that his son, Cody, expressed that he was waiting until marriage. 

When I pushed back saying that I didn’t think abstinence was a realistic option for most people, the pastor said to me, “It absolutely is. It is important that you all abstain from the sinful practice of premarital sex. And you must remember that even sinful thoughts, thoughts of lust, or homosexuality, can lead you on the path to hell. You especially would do well to remember that”

The stares I got from the other kids in the group were not only humiliating but also isolating. Needless to say, that was the last time I attended youth group. I told my parents that I kept going but of course the pastor told them quickly I stopped attending and even when they pushed I refused to go back.

Now that I’m an adult and living away from that environment, I’m living my best life. I’m an out and proud gay man, even my parents came around to accepting me. I usually make a trip or two back to my hometown every year.

This last trip, I was sitting at my parents house, bored out of my mind with nothing to do while they were at Church on Sunday. I pulled up grindr, ready to see a grid full of empty profiles that came with a small town. To my surprise, quite close to me was a guy with a torso pic that made my mouth water. After some back and forth we decided that we were down to mess around and I asked for a face pic (mine is already on my profile).

The picture came through and my mouth instantly dropped. It was Cody, the pastor’s son. I audibly laughed out loud and wondered what his dad would think of this.

CODY! I responded. Well well well, look who is the sinner now. You remember me right?

Haha! The first response came in. Hey Jake. Yes I remember you, I always had such a crush on you.

What would Daddy Pastor say about that? I messaged back. It took a few minutes for him to respond and I wondered if I struck a nerve. Finally after about 10 minutes I got a response.
What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him. Cody responded. Anyways, are you going to come over and fuck me or what?

I threw on some clothes and headed over to Cody’s house. It was surreal walking up to the door that I had walked through years before for youth group, this time knowing it was for a hookup. When Cody opened the door, he looked the same as he had in high school, just a bit older and more muscular. 

“Hey, Jake,” he said, quickly ushering me into the house and closing the door behind him.

“The place hasn’t changed,” I said looking around. I turned and flashed Cody a smile which he returned as he moved in. I kissed him softly, which quickly turned into a hot and heavy make-out session. After a couple minutes making out, I pulled away. “How much time do we have?”

“It’s a Sunday,” Cody said matter of factly. “I told them I was sick so got to skip service. But they are doing coffee and donuts after so we should have an hour or two.”

“Perfect,” I responded. Cody grabbed my hand and led me up the carpeted stairs and towards an open bedroom door. Once we made it to the threshold I paused, looking at the other door across from his. “What about that room?”

“Ha,” Cody laughed nervously. “That’s my parent’s room.”

I didn’t respond and just walked over and opened the door. The room was very sterile. A fluffy, blue duvet with a white knitted blanket on top. The room was very bare bones besides a dresser, and a portrait of Jesus. 

“In here,” I said, taking a step inside. 

“Dude, what?” Cody said nervously.

“Come on,” I said with a devilish smile before repeating, “What daddy doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

Cody hesitated then walked into the room slowly. When he reached me, I grabbed him and pulled him into another deep kiss. His mouth let out little whimpers as my tongue entered it, massaging his own tongue and brushing against his teeth.

“On your knees,” I commanded him. “Pray to me.”

This time, Cody was the one who wore a devilish grin as he sank to his knees. He quickly undid my jeans and pulled them down. My seven inches of hard cock bounced up in front of his lips, drawing his full attention.

“Jesus,” he whispered as he wrapped his hand around it and slowly stroked it. I laughed above him, noticing him taking the Lord’s name in vain. Cody opened his mouth and took my cock in. First starting by circling my bulging, purple head with his tongue then slowly taking me further down, until I felt the tightness of his throat circling the head of my cock.

Cody was giving me masterful head. The slurps and suction from his mouth was like magic on my cock. I could tell he had done this before. His mouth was getting me close to the edge so I reached down and pulled him to his feet. He devoured each other’s mouths while I fully stripped him nude and he returned the favor. Once he was naked I pulled away to give him a once over.

Cody was fucking hot. The muscles on his arms were chorded and accentuated with veins. His chest was boxy and well defined with dark pink pepperoni nipples. He had the perfect v-line cum gutters that let down to his shaved cock. It was a thick six inches with veins to match his arms and a pink head. His cock stood straight up over two pingpong balls beneath it. I bit my lips from how badly I wanted him and pushed him back so he fell onto his parents’ bed. 

I dropped to my knees this time and started my work on his cock. The sweetness of his precum tasted amazing against my tongue and I quickly began throating his cock while lightly tugging on his balls. I blew him for multiple minutes before knowing it was time to move on. I pushed my hands under his hamstrings and bent his legs over his torso, exposing a shaved pink hole. I wasted no time before diving my tongue inside of him.

“Oh my God!” Cody yelled as my tongue entered him. His hole was sweet and velvety against my tongue. I pushed my tongue deeper and deeper into him as I used my lips to suck his rim. I saw his hands grabbing tightly onto the blankets around him as he groaned from the pleasure I was giving him. I ate him out for minutes until his hole and my mouth were covered in spit, then I stood up and admired the position he was in.

“You ready for the real deal?” I said to him, stroking my cock, yearning to be inside of him.

“Hell yeah,” Cody responded. “Put it in me.”

I lubed up my cock and Cody pushed his elbows beneath his knees to display his hole readily to me. I leaned over him and placed my head against his hole and pushed. He took me easily, and as I entered him his mouth opened in an O shape as his eyebrows furrowed from the sensation of me entering him. He was tight around me, but not uncomfortably. I pushed slowly into him until all seven inches of me were buried inside of him. I leaned down to give him a light kiss as a reward. Then I started my work.

Slowly I started stroking my cock in and out of Cody’s welcoming hole. Each thrust eliciting a moan from him. As I felt him loosening up I slowly picked up my pace. Quicker and quicker until I was giving him long but quick thrusts into his hole. Cody was moaning as I fucked him. I watched his cock swing back and forth across his stomach, panting himself with precum.
“I want doggy,” he panted. “I want to feel you against my ass.”

“Turn over,” I commanded. Cody swung his legs and positioned himself on all fours in front of me. The side split of his legs showed him how round his ass was and his hole shined pink and lubed up to me, begging for more beating. “Fuck, that ass is so hot.” 

“Then wreck it,” Cody said back to me. I gave his ass a loud smack in response before lining up and pushing back into him. His hole was just as warm and welcoming from behind but as I bottomed out in him, I saw his ass shake in reverberation which caused my mouth to water.

I grabbed onto Cody’s ass and started going to town. The sensation of his hole sucking in my cock was amazing and my eyes were rolling from the sensation. Plus the visual of Cody’s muscular back tapering into his fat ass that shook with each thrust was like something out of a porn video. Cody was enjoying the backshots just as equally.

“Oh my God,” Cody groaned. “Holy fuck! You are dicking me down so good. Jesus Christ.”

“A lot of blasphemy going on,” I laughed at Cody.

“Fuck off, just keep fucking me!” I was in no position to stop. I kept plowing Cody for minutes until I felt myself getting close.

“Cody, I’m going to cum soon,” I said down to him.

“You better not fucking pull out,” Cody panted in front of me. He turned and I saw just how red his face was from the fucking I was giving him. I only had a few strokes left in me so I slowed down to make sure I was getting as deep into him with each slow thrust as possible. Cody kept swearing with each thrust and then I reached the edge of no return.

“Cody, I’m cumming,” I moaned and quickened my pace again. “Fuck, FUCK!” I yelled as I drove deep into him and felt my cock explode inside of him. I panted loudly and collapsed my body on top of his and gave Cody a deep kiss. 

“That was amazing,” Cody said to me as we stopped kissing.

I slowly pulled out of Cody, his ass making those wet noises as I did. I pulled him to the edge and turned him around to be sitting on the edge of the bed. “We aren’t done yet,” I said as I dropped to my knees and started blowing him again.

“Jesus Christ!” Cody yelled from the immediate sensation. This time as I blew him, I reached my fingers up and started fingering his cummy hole as I took his cock into my throat. It was only about a minute before Cody grabbed the sides of my head and announced he was cumming. I kept slurping him down until I tasted the warm, salty rush of cum against my tongue.

I swallowed every drop Cody shot out and when I was finished, sealed the deal with a sloppy kiss. 

“Come on, let’s clean off,” Cody said and I finally agreed. We left the room, and I made sure to get one more glimpse of the room, proud of the fact that I had just defiled the bed of the same pastor who was so hateful to me in high school. 

Cody and I showered off together, continuing to make out and explore each other’s bodies while we cleaned each other. After drying off, Cody told me we were cutting it close and escorted me to the door.

“That was amazing,” Cody said at the door. “How long are you in town?”

“Only two more days,” I responded. “Plenty of time for another prayer circle.”

“Fuck prayer,” Cody said. “Plenty of time for you to rearrange my guts again though.”

With another kiss I left him and headed back to my car. Saying goodbye to the house where I had been humiliated as a teen, knowing I got the last laugh. 

I walked into the gym to the same smell of sweat and loud edm music that has jolted me awake every morning for the past couple of years. I figured I was in for another regular workout. A quick hour-and-a-half pump before rushing out the door to drive home and shower before work. I started my workout (chest day if it matters) and got into my normal routine. A hard push of 8-10 reps followed by a resting period when like any other gay guy, I let my eyes wander.

My eyes drifted around the parts of the gym in my immediate line of sight to see if I could spot any of my dozen of gym crushes, or if I would be blessed with the view of a new one. Going to the gym at the same time every day, means you end up seeing the same faces, watching the same muscles. That’s when I caught one of them. 

He was a six-foot-five, white guy whose arms had bulging biceps that he showed off with his cutoff tees. Those tees also showed off his rounded chest that was covered in trimmed hair and on days when he was overheating and pulled up his shirt to wipe the sweat off of his face, his washboard abs flashed in a way that made my mouth water. It wasn’t his body that drew me towards him, I mean it was the gym, most of the guys had great bodies. It was his face. He had one of those angular faces that always looked like it was pissed off, cut off short by the backwards snap-back hat he always wore.

I let myself stare at him while he completed his next set of arm curls. Watching as his biceps bulged with each pull up, and veins appearing on his arms. Once he was done, as he put his weights down, his eyes drifted over to me and I quickly averted my gaze. I glanced at my phone and then did my next set. Once finished I moved on to the next machine in my workout line and noticed again that he was only a few machines away from me. Again our eyes caught and I forced myself to divert my eyes. 

Throughout the workout, I caught his eyes a couple more times; mostly all by accident. It wasn’t uncommon to make eye contact with someone in the gym, as people usually let their eyes wander during their resting periods, but it felt like we kept finding each other. The look he wore on his face though, made me nervous. He always looked pissed, never even a twitch in his lips, just an intense leer. 

I finished my workout and left the gym and headed to my car for the drive home. I plopped into my car, threw my keys and headphones into the passenger seat and began to plug my phone into the aux for music. That’s when I heard a loud knock on the window that made me jump out of my skin. I whipped around my body to look out and saw the guy standing outside of my car. “Fuck.”

I rolled down my window halfway, trying to fix my face from the clear look of panic I must have been wearing. “Hey man, what’s up?”

He wrapped his hands around the top of my window as he looked around then down into the car. “Do you have a fucking problem?”

He looked as pissed as he normally did, but there was something behind his eyes that was actually freaking me out. “Uhhh…no, man…what do you mean?” I stammered out.

“You won’t fucking stop staring at me,” he spat back out. 

“I’m not, uhhh,” was all that I could get at before he kept going.

“Not just today either. Every time I see you in the gym, you are constantly looking at me. What’s the fucking problem?” I could hear the anger in his voice and it had me on edge. Even in my car, I felt trapped and immediately went into conflict resolution mode.

“Dude, I’m sorry!” I blurted out. “In between sets, I just let my eyes wander and sorry if I’ve been looking at you, it’s nothing purposeful. I was probably just admiring your form or…”

“Or what?” he asked. The air went still in between us as we both realized what I meant. “Were you fucking checking me out?”

“It won’t happen again, man” I responded. 

“What did you think staring at me would accomplish other than weirding me out or pissing me off?” he asked. “Did you think I was just going to pull out my cock and let you suck it in the gym? Is this what you wanted?” With these words, he reached down and grabbed his bulge and gave it a shake in his hands. My eyes stayed on his bulge for a few seconds before looking back up at him.

“Dude,” he continued, reaching down and opening my car door. “Get out of the car.” His face hadn’t changed, but something in his voice seemed like it had softened, even if he was barking orders at me. I reached one leg out and stood up, he closed the door behind me. He wasn’t looking at me, more like scanning the parking lot for witnesses as he opened the door to my backseat. “Get in.”

I listened again, sliding myself into the backseat of my car. I felt the car shift as his weight entered behind me. I didn’t know what to think, was this guy about to beat the shit out of me? Was he about to make a move? Why was he in the car with me?

“Turn around and face the window,” he commanded. I obeyed. “All fours.” 

I climbed up on all fours so that I was on the tabletop facing out of the back passenger window of my car. What the hell was going on? My heart was racing. Then it felt like skipping a beat when I felt his big hands grab my shorts and pull them down, exposing my bare ass to my gym crush. 

“Fuck,” I heard him breathe out as I heard him spit in his hand and press his fingers against my hole. I gasped as the pressure of his fingers against my hole turned into a pop as two of his fingers entered me. “Fuck, you are tight.”

I moaned in response as I felt him dribble more spit into my hole as he started fingering my hole.

“Oh my God,” I moaned. I caught myself looking out of the window, nervous about anyone catching me in such a compromising position. 

He used his fingers to loosen me up for a couple minutes before I felt the car shifting as he moved around behind me. He retracted his fingers and I heard him spitting more behind me. I turned around to be greeted by a sight I wouldn’t have conjured in my wildest dreams. One of my gym crushes was on his knees behind me. His shirt was pulled up and around his neck, putting his amazing body on display. His shorts were down around his knees and in his spit covered hand was a hard, thick cock pointing straight at my hole.

“Fuck,” I said as my eyes went up and down his perfectly built body. He made eye contact with me again and finally I thought I saw the corner of his mouth twitch into a smirk. Then he spat down onto his cock again and shifted forward so that his head was against my hole. One push later and he was inching inside of me. 

I fumbled my hands against the car door to try to get a good grip on something as he inched further and further into me, stretching out my hole. It felt too dry, but when I felt him bottom out in me and his cock pressed against my prostate, the flush of pleasure replaced anything else. He wasn’t trying to be sweet though, he pulled his cock out and thrusted back in and in seconds he was properly fucking me. I was moaning loudly and from how hard he was fucking me I knew the car must be shaking.

I frantically looked out the window of the car, knowing that anyone walking by would easily know what was going on in the car. After a few minutes I heard him panting behind me and knew he must be getting close.

“Fuck, man,” he panted behind me. “I’m going to bust.” 

“Fuck yeah, do it!” I responded. I felt him pull his cock out of me and I turned around so I was laying on my back. I wrapped my hands around my own cock and started stroking, knowing I would be cumming within seconds.

“Fuck, UNGH!” He groaned as he cock started sputtering out cum that dripped down onto my stomach. He was growling like an animal and his hips bucked into his own hands throughout his orgasm.

“That’s so fucking hot,” I responded. In seconds, my own cock was exploding, mixing my own cum with his across my stomach. We both panted for several seconds while catching our breath and he stared down at my cum covered body. 

Without a word he pulled his shorts up around his waist and pulled his shirt down. He started inching out of the car and I thought it was over. I quickly covered myself with my own clothes as he opened the door. He stepped out and put his hand on the door frame as he looked back into the car at me.

“Dude, next time, just say hi,” he said, finally flashing me a cute, bright smile.

“Okay,” I responded with a smile of my own. Then I watched as he slammed the door closed and walked away non-chalantly. I threw my head back and laughed, in complete disbelief over what had just happened.