NOTE: This story describes actual locations and events but the names and identities of real people have been changed.
CUNNING LINGUIST by donmn763
Steve looked at me as he sat against the trunk of the tree, his long legs splayed between us. He inhaled deeply from the joint we shared. After holding the smoke for a very long time, he slowly exhaled and passed the joint to me.
"Why do you like sucking dick?" he asked with the barest hint of a wry grin on his lips.
I took a long drag, held my breath and just looked into his eyes. Neither of us blinked. I exhaled and handed the joint back.
"Why do you like eating pussy?"
His grin turned to smile then a laugh. "Ok, I get it," he said. As he inhaled again, I looked to the crotch of his jeans. The bulge there was growing down the right leg. The bulge of his balls filled out the left.
When Steve asked me earlier that morning if I wanted to share a joint, I knew he wasn't wearing his usual tighty whities under his jeans. It was much easier to get a blow job without the encumbrance of underwear.
I also knew that although he was straight, Steve let me suck his dick because I did it very well. He told me almost every time that, "No woman ever sucked my big dick like you do." He didn't answer the one time I asked if any other guy had sucked him.
Steve exhaled a cloud of smoke and handed the joint, now almost a roach, back to me. He leaned his head against the tree trunk. The bulge in his jeans was considerably bigger now.
Steve needs the joints we share when I suck his dick. Sure, it enhances the intensity when he blows his load. But I think it's his excuse for letting me do it. Don't get me wrong, I like Steve and I really like sucking his big dick. On the couple of occasions that I offered and he declined, the reason was the same: he didn't have a joint at the time.
I blew out the smoke in my lungs and dropped the extinguished roach into my shirt pocket. A wet spot formed at the tip of the long bulge in his jeans and Steve spread his legs a little wider. In a couple of minutes he would lift his hips. That would be his signal that I could start.
The only place we could safely smoke a joint was in the woods on the hill above our barracks at the Presidio. We were both U.S. Air Force students at the Defense Language Institute in Monterey and had rooms across the hall from each other in the barracks. Drug use could bring severe penalties in the military, although neither Steve nor I knew of a single instance where a smoker was tested. We once discussed the issue and decided if caught by a random drug test, we would simply claim "experimental use." We reasoned that we are in California, after all.
Steve stretched his 6'2" body with a loud moan, pushing his hips upward. He grinned as he saw me looking at the huge bulge along his leg. Moving up onto my hands and knees, I crawled to him as he spread his legs to let me in. Sitting back on my legs, I reached out and pressed my palm along the length of his dick. Steve moaned again and pressed his crotch up into my hand.
This, I knew, was something Steve enjoyed a lot: the act of worship. Aside from the fact that I could swallow all of his dick, he enjoyed my adulation of it. Oh, and I am a solid dick worshipper. Every time I see it and touch it, I'm amazed at its size.
The wet spot is growing and I know that if I don't release his dick soon, the spot will be so big that it won't dry quickly. But I can't resist continuing to feel the large organ trapped in his jeans. I slide my hand up to the thick root then move over to caress the bulge of his big balls. Steve's dick throbs visibly in his pants.
I push his shirt up and unbutton his jeans, exposing his flat belly and the trail of light brown hair leading to his crotch. Leaning in, I press my face against his skin while pushing my tongue into his pants below the zipper. Steve flinches and moans as the tip of my tongue touches the root of his dick. I continue pressing my palm against the bulge of his jeans.
I rise back onto my haunches, flushed with excitement. My own dick is very hard and bent almost in half so I reach into my pants to point it straight up as Steve grins.
"Stand up," I whisper to him. This is one of my favorite scenes in the act of worship: exposing the monster. Steve indulges me gladly, slowly rising to stand before me, his bulging crotch is right in front of me. His pants hang more loosely in this position and I reach up to fondle the bulge. I know he's starting to get hard and I want to see his dick before it's completely erect.
Pulling the zipper down and gripping his jeans at the thighs, I slowly pull them down as Steve looks down upon me. More of his belly is in view, then the top of his bush. Once again I press my face to him, inhaling deeply. Even though he showered this morning, I can smell his distinct odors. I pull my head back and look up to see Steve smiling at me.
I tug his jeans a bit lower, exposing the thick root of his penis as I lean in to lick the shaft. I snake my tongue around behind it to lick the space between his cock and balls as I continue lowering his pants. More of the shaft becomes visible and behind it, the hairless folds of his big scrotum. Lower still, the ridge of his dick head is visible, bulging under the thick foreskin.
I let go of his jeans allowing them to fall around his ankles and Steve's big dick flops out. His heavy balls drop behind it. I hear my own voice in my head: "This is a dick. A big dick. A huge dick to worship." I raise my hand and heft the hairless sack containing two very large balls in my palm. The skin is soft. Slightly moist and very warm. I roll his big nuts around in my fingers as the length of Steve's penis rests heavily along my wrist and forearm. I marvel at the weight of his penis, and the staggering length of it. I know it will grow only a little longer as it erects, but it will be very heavy. And steely hard as it juts from his belly.
The thick foreskin forms a gaping snout over the head of Steve's dick. A clear river of pre-cum flows out of it onto my arm. Releasing his balls, I let his big penis drop and it swings heavily in front of my widened eyes. A thick glob of pre-cum drops out of the foreskin and forms a long, silver strand to the mossy ground.
"Holy shit," I breathe, glancing up to Steve's face. His chin is almost on his chest, his mouth open. "Thank you," I whisper. Steve closes his mouth and smiles, placing his hand on the top of my head. He gently pulls me into his crotch, my lips to his shaft, the drooling head under my chin. Steve rubs my face over his dick and balls and I can feel the pre-cum drooling down the front of my neck, flowing down the top of my chest behind my shirt.
Lowering my head, I open my mouth and lick the tip of his penis. It's lengthening quickly now as I use my tongue to scoop out the copious pre-cum inside the foreskin. I can feel the fat head of Steve's dick steadily inching outward as I slather my tongue around the inside of his foreskin. More salty pre-cum oozes as I push the tip of my tongue into the hole in his dick head. As if having a very big uncut dick wasn't enough for my pleasure, the head of Steve's dick had an unusually large hole. Not a round hole but a long, gaping slit, looking a lot like a miniature pussy. Steve's penis really does look like a hose with pre-cum bubbling out in big globs.
As the head emerged from the sheath, I leaned in to plant a sucking kiss. Steve moaned again, pulling me gently forward and I sucked the hot, bulging head into my mouth. It throbbed as it lay on my tongue and I could taste more pre-cum. I moaned in anticipation of swallowing the thick snake of Steve's penis as it grew hard in my mouth. I opened my mouth slightly and pressed forward, the head sliding along the back of my tongue to the entrance of my throat. I held Steve's penis in my mouth, feeling every throb as it stiffened.
Though cross-eyed, I could still see his low-hanging balls swinging between his thighs. I reached up, wrapped my fist around both of his fat, hot balls and gently pulled them downward. Steve groaned loudly as his big penis throbbed in my mouth and inched a little farther into my throat. He was almost completely hard as I moved, almost imperceptibly, back and forth, pressing his head against the opening to my gullet.
Steve took his hand off my head and I let go of his balls as he pulled his thick penis out of my mouth. Almost totally erect and still drooling pre-cum, Steve's dick swung wildly in front of my face as he lifted each leg to pull his pants off. I watched his heavy sack banging against his thighs as I quickly stood up and pulled my own jeans off. Having hastily folded his jeans and throwing them against the trunk of the tree, Steve sat down and leaned back, still wearing his shirt and sneakers.
As I dropped to my hands and knees between his muscled thighs, I watched Steve's heavy balls rolled around on the moss. His huge, hard dick swayed and hovered parallel with the ground. Even as hard as he was, Steve's thick foreskin almost covered the head of his penis. The bulging head was clearly outlined under the skin but only that gaping, drooling hole was visible.
Resting forward on my elbows, I again leaned in and licked the head of Steve's dick to gather more pre-cum. After allowing me to indulge myself for few minutes at kissing and licking his dick and trying to suck both of his big balls into my mouth, Steve again put his hand on my head. Actually, both hands. From experience, I knew what both hands on my head meant.
This is one of those times that Steve wasn't going to let me just suck his penis and take the incredible length of it into my throat at my leisure. He was going to force it into me. Steve was going to fuck my throat. Not gently fuck my throat, either. He was going to choke me with it, to make me gag on it. And smile at me as I retch after he pulls the huge thing out of me. Although Steve had never been interested in fucking me, I wondered which would be more difficult with that huge dick of his: butt-fucking or throat-raping. And after the first forceful session - although I enjoyed the memories of it to my intense self-gratification - I learned not to eat a meal before hand.
So I steeled myself to the task swinging before me and looked up at Steve, his hands still behind my head. "You can do it," he whispered, almost cooing. "You've done it before."
As I lowered my head to his big penis, Steve said, "You know I really like it." Oddly, I think that's why I let him do it even though it was very difficult: because Steve really liked it. And it's not easy for me to cum when I'm choking to death on a huge penis down my throat pumping sperm into my gullet. I really wanted Steve to like it so he would continue to let me worship his dick.
I took a deep breath through my nose and pressed my lips against the bulging head, rolling back the foreskin as it entered my mouth. I gathered an extra amount of saliva in my mouth because I knew this dick needed to be well-lubed to go down easily. Well, not easily, but down it would go.
As Steve sat upright against the tree with his legs spread wide open, I took as much as I could get into my throat without forcing myself on it. I knew that Steve would allow me to get his big dick slippery wet before he started to pull me onto it. With his hands resting on my head, Steve was allowing me to control my own movement as I slid my mouth up and down his hard stalk. On my knees and resting my upper weight on one arm, I gathered a little slobber from Steve's shaft in my other hand and started jacking myself.
"Think you're gonna cum this time?" Steve asked, knowing full well that I couldn't answer with his horse cock pushing at the entrance to my throat. I'm fortunate that Steve only wants a blow job when he has a joint to share: when I'm stoned my gag reflex is inhibited.
I opened my mouth wider and took more of his dick. The drooling head was now in my throat although my lips covered a little over half of the fat shaft. Most of the time, this was as deep as Steve's dick gets when he ejaculates. I've swallowed all of his long penis many times because it really is gratifying to take this big dick all the way. To do that, his dick can't be totally erect and is much more flexible, allowing me to swallow my way down to the root. But when Steve is cumming, the base of his penis is huge. Thick and hard. It's impossible not to bite when it's that hard. I think Steve enjoys having the root of his huge dick chewed on when he's cumming. It's really eating meat.
Still breathing easily through my nose, I moved up and down a couple more times, keeping the bulging head in my throat. I felt the pressure of Steve's hands increase and I took a deeper breath. He pulled forcefully and most of his penis slid deeper before I gagged.
"Come on," Steve said quietly as he held me down. "That was barely more than half." He waited a couple of seconds and I gagged again. Then he lessened his grip and I slid up and almost off. He stopped me before his dick could drop out. His dick head was again throbbing as it lay on my tongue. He allowed me a deep breath before he applied even more pressure to the back of my head. I raised my shoulders to straighten my neck and opened my jaws as wide as I could just as Steve pulled me very deeply onto his penis. His pubic hair barely tickled the tip of my nose and I could feel my front teeth touching the hard, fat shaft.
Steve groaned loudly. "Yeah," he moaned, "almost there." Just as I gagged, my throat opened a little more and he pulled even harder. My nose smashed into his belly, pubic hair entering my nostrils. I was barfing but his dick was so thick and so deep that there was no chance of any vomit escaping. As I retched, it was impossible to keep my jaws from flexing open and closed on the fat base. I was trying not to bite hard, but I was involuntarily chewing on the root of his penis while squeezing the shit out of my own amazingly hard dick.
With my face pressed into his belly, Steve bucked his hips. "Fuck!" he grunted as he roughly pushed my head completely off his big penis. I let go of my dick and rolled to one side as I dry-heaved once.
"Fuck, that's hot," Steve said, gently rubbing the top of my head. "Look at that."
I looked at Steve to see him holding his long, fat dick in his hand, inspecting it. Not even even hard as steel yet, he pulled his pubic hair away from the root. I leaned in to see the bright red marks my teeth had made on his skin. "Sorry," I whispered as I recovered from gagging.
"We're OK," Steve said as he slapped my face with his slobbering penis. "I haven't jacked off in a couple of days, you know."
"Oh, fuck," I moaned.
"Yeah," he smiled. "You know what that means." I nodded at him.
"What does it mean?" He wanted me to tell him.
"It means you've been saving up a huge load," I replied as I wiped spit from my chin. "It means I'm probably going to die from drowning in semen."
Steve laughed and let go off his throbbing dick. "Let's get a rhythm going this time," he said as he returned his hands to the top of my head. I got back down on my elbows, leaving my dick alone. There was no way I was going to be able to cum while trying not to drown.
As I took a couple of deep breaths, I rolled Steve's heavy balls around in my fingers. His penis had softened a little and was twitching as more pre-cum pumped out the open hole. It would be a little easier now to take it all, but it will quickly harden in my throat as he fucked it. Even though I know it will be difficult, I wanted to take every inch of Steve's huge penis down my throat and every drop of his semen. I also know I wouldn't taste anything as it came spewing out. I'm sure Steve cums the same way whether he's fucking a throat or a pussy: he plants his enormous penis as deep as he can and holds it there as he cums buckets.
I again begin kissing and licking his drooling hose of a dick, storing the pre- cum in my mouth to use in lubricating that huge shaft. Taking as deep a breath as I could, I opened wide and lowered myself onto Steve's dick again. Just at the point my descent stopped, he took over and pulled me onto his dick. It slid easily into my throat and his pubes were again at my nose. Now I let Steve control my movement. He pushed me back off so that I could capture the skin- covered head in my mouth and give a quick, hard suck. Then he pulled me right back down all the way to the root.
Moving at just the right speed to allow me easier breathing, Steve pulled and pushed my mouth up and down his big dick. It was quickly stiffening and got just a tad longer. But it was getting really thick at the base. Just a couple of more swallows and it was again very hard. Unbending. As my lips wrapped around the fat root, I could feel my teeth starting to touch his skin. I was focusing on trying not to bite when Steve pulled really hard and held me down. Once again, just as I gagged he pulled me onto the last inch. I could feel the big dick head swell in my throat.
Steve quickly pushed me off and I didn't retch. I managed to take a big breath through my nose as he pulled my head forcefully back down onto his root. He was moving quickly now and his penis was enormous. As I slobbered and choked on it, the thought entered my mind that a witness would see my throat distended by the monster moving inside it.
As if reading my mind, Steve reached down and put his palm against my throat as he pulled me onto his dick. "Holy fuck," he groaned as my chin pressed against his balls. He could feel his penis moving inside me.
I began to barf again but Steve just kept the rhythm going, impaling my gullet on his enormous dick. Snot and spit blew out my nose onto the shaft of his penis but he kept pulling and pushing me onto it. I couldn't catch my breath and my vision started dimming. A couple of really hard thrusts and I felt my muscles slackening. I didn't fight him as I headed toward unconsciousness.
Steve suddenly stopped moving and gripped my shoulders as he let me go gently down to the ground. He pulled back out of my throat but kept his huge penis in my mouth. He rolled me onto my side as I gasped, spitting out slobber and pre- cum around his softening dick. He guided me onto my back as he raised up onto his knees, his penis in my mouth and drooling on my tongue.
"Shit," Steve said. "Look at that."
Laying on my back under him, I couldn't look at anything except the long shaft of his dick that wasn't in my mouth and those enormous testicles swinging just above my eyes. Steve leaned forward and I felt him slap my dick. I heard him slap my dick. It was as hard as a rock.
"Oh, man," Steve said. "This is gonna be fun to watch."
I didn't have much time to think about what he meant before he started moving over me. He pulled back a little way from my head but kept his penis in my mouth. "Tilt your head back." I arched my neck as Steve pulled off his shirt, rolled it up and put it under me.
"Oh, fuck," I thought as I admired his pecs and his big, dark nipples. "Here it comes." He was going to use my throat like it was a pussy: on top while he raped his penis into me.
That's exactly what he started doing. Steve moved his hips, sliding his huge, fat penis in and out of my mouth. I was almost hypnotized by the heavy balls swinging back and forth over my face. His penis was quickly getting very hard again and he was pushing the bulging head deeper. Those big nuts of his were getting closer with each stroke.
I matched my breathing to the rhythm of his thrusting. I don't know why either of us hadn't thought of this position before now. Steve's penis was as hard as it gets and even though he wasn't pushing as deeply as he could, it was moving in my throat much easier than it ever had. I knew I would still be choking, but this was a much more comfortable position.
Steve was breathing heavier now, and faster. He pushed really deep the next couple of strokes but my throat was wide open. His balls were slapping hard against my closed eyes, bright flashes of light with each bang.
"Fuck," Steve grunted. He pushed really deep into my throat and his heavy balls rolled down each side of my face. He dragged his penis almost all the way out then pushed all the way down. I gagged and he went just a little bit deeper before pulling back out.
He picked up his pace, ramming his huge, stiff dick as deep as he could with each thrust. Now his balls were beating my face so hard that I thought I'd end up with black eyes. Steve grunted and slapped the head of my hard dick again, sending a jolt up my spine. He pulled his throbbing penis out of my throat and I groaned before he shoved it back in to the root. He held it there and I started to retch, again chewing on the root of his dick as his balls rolled around on my face. Stoned and choking, I felt a surge of electricity bolt through dick down into my balls. I could feel my dick throbbing.
Steve groaned. "You better get ready."
He made a couple more really deep thrusts then he grunted, pushing his dick as deep as it could go. Gagging and chewing on it, I could feel the long shaft swelling in my mouth and throat. Then it started pulsing. Steve shouted loudly and fell forward onto his hands causing his throbbing penis to pull out just a bit. He quickly pushed it back in all the way as I chewed on the root. My hips bucked up involuntarily and Steve yelled even louder as my own untouched dick spasmed and sprayed a thick stream of my cum up onto his neck and chest.
As his enormous penis rapidly pumped huge spurts of semen into my gullet untasted, my vision darkened even as my own dick continued spraying my load up onto him. In just seconds, Steve and I were both twitching and I had to push him up to dislodge his pumping dick or I would pass out and likely drown. He lost his balance and fell to one side. As his dick was dragged out of my throat with a loud slurping sound, it continued to pump the last couple jets of his huge load into my mouth and onto my face.
Steve landed hard on his back next to me and his giant dick, still dribbling semen, smacked his belly. Unable to swallow his big load quickly enough, I started to choke and rolled onto my side to clear my throat. As I did, my own drooling penis poked Steve in the eye and slid down his cheek to his lips. At which point, Steve himself gagged and quickly sat up. I could see my substantial load running down his chest over his large, dark nipples.
"Gross," he said, spitting out the tiny bit of my semen that had touched his lips. I laughed.
"What?" he asked. "It's gross getting some guy's sperm in your mouth."
"I don't think so. What about having another guy's big load all over your chest?"
Steve looked down and saw my semen pooling in his navel and pubic hair. "Oh, shit!" he said as he yanked his shirt from under my head. He used it to wipe my load off his chest.
"Hold on a second," I said as I stopped his arm. I rolled closer and leaned over his thigh. Steve's penis was soft but still very big. The foreskin was once again a snout over the head of his dick, his balls rolling on the ground.
I lifted his heavy penis and sucked the last bit of semen out of the foreskin, then smacked my lips. Steve looked down at me as I leaned in and sucked my own semen out of his navel.
"Yeah," I said. "Yours tastes better." Steve just looked at me.
"You've tasted mine," I said, using my finger to scoop some semen from under his foreskin. "Now do you want to taste your own?" I asked moving my finger up to his lips.
"Don't be gross," Steve said, pushing my hand away. So I licked it off myself.
I rolled up and sat cross-legged in front of Steve. He sat up and leaned against the tree. "Ouch!" he said as the bark scraped his back. He put his shirt behind him and sat back. I marveled at the size of his penis laying on the grass over his big scrotum.
"That was really hot, Steve," I said looking in his eyes. "Thanks."
He smile at me. "Man, you suck this big dick better than any chick," Steve said, fishing the post-orgasm joint out of his jeans pocket.
I picked up the lighter next to me and handed it to him. "Promise you won't tell that to anyone and I promise, too."
"Promise what?" Steve asked just before taking a hit from the joint.
I waited until he was holding his breath, then replied, "I promise I won't tell anyone that you took my wad on your lips and chest."
Steve's eyes grew as huge as his penis then smoke exploded from his lungs. And I rolled in the grass with laughter.