"Really"
"Yep."
"Everytime?"
"Most."
"Tell me about it."
"There was a girl who I knew since we were kids. We joked about it. A lot! One night when I was visiting home from college, we joked as usual and she... well teased. Nothing had ever happened. It was late. We cuddled, and I... uh.. went to sleep. She decided to unzip me, fish it out, and wrap her lips around it. I woke up to a blow job."
"No complaints!", the blond was very intrigued. He gave a beauthiful white smile as blue eyes spakled.
"Well, no! She sucked for dear life!", the dark haried stud laughed as the memory came over him.
"Yeah, they'll do what they gotta do to get the honey out."
"When I started easing it in her, she moaned and shook her head."
"They do that to make it seem good to you sometimes."
"Sometimes. Not all. When I was in there and working it, she held on tight. She trembled even when I kissed her. She cried. They all cry."
"Girls can fake it."
"Yep. They can. But not all of 'em do. And not all of them can fake tears. Moans, screams, squirms can be faked. But not every girl will fake tears."
"Tears!?", the blond hunk Chris Carmack leaned forward almost kissing the dark haried Ben Browder.
"Tears!", Ben leaned closer to Chris.
"Let me see this!", Chris challenged.
The dark haired guy with playful eyes just smiled. He wore a white t-shirt with loose light blue shorts. His lightly hairy legs would part a bit as he laughed. His legs were mostly hidden under a round wooden table, but the a good portion of the left leg stirred from under the every laugh he let out that night. He loved hanging out with his new friend. This convention, the Farscape stud was going to enjoy himself!
The friend was an equally tall guy with a slender build. His friend sat across from him. He wore jeans with a light blue shirt which emboldened the the same color in the blue eyes. He had a bold face with a broad nose as well and an all encompassing smile. The OC blond sat silently waiting for Ben's answer.
"What?" Dark haired Ben still laughed.
"You heard me. Let me see." Chris stood up as he pulled the table away from Ben. Both their drinks threatened to spill onto the floor but held their ground.
Ben's mouth was agape as Chris came towards him. He was motionless as Chris yanked down his shorts complete with underwear. Even flaccid, Ben's cock was a fat four inches. It seemed to like the newfound attention it was given as it stirred slightly with the head twitching up at Chris's gaze. The plum red head swelled with the touch of air from its exposure. Ben gulped as the very moment consumed his senses and his rod grew.
Chris shuddered at the thought of that thing filling anyone's mouth. How could they even consider sucking it in their mouth or handling all of it?
Chris reached out and gripped the stretching snake before him. He pulled at it until it lengthened to its full seven inches. It was as round as the base of most beer bottles. And it was hard. Hot and hard. It didn't seem to relent to the pressure Chris applied to it at all. He kept squeezing and holding onto its firm solidarity.
"Go on. "
"What?"
"You know." Still sitting, Ben reached out and out his hand on the back of Chris's neck. He pulled Chris down. Chris descended to his knees kneeling down with open mouth. "It's cold." Ben pulled Chris's head until Chris's lips were almost brushing against the head of his dick. Chris licked at the head tasting the skin and the hint of precum.
Chris kissed just the head. He could feel the electric shock shot through Ben's body. He felt the hand on the back of his neck urge him forward without actually forcing him to take the full plunge.
He licked it again enjoying the same reaction. He then gave the cockhead a full passionate kiss which sucked the entirety of the head into his mouth. He turned his head from side to side in a twisting motion that elicited moans of pleasure from Ben. Ben's cock pushed up farther into Chris's mouth. Caught offguard, Chris pulled back from it releasing it from his lips.
"You alright?"
"Easy! I am new at this!"
"Didn't seem like it for a minute. I'm sorry."
"Hey! I'll suck your apology out of that hose of yours!"
Chris kissed the head again, and he quickly slurped it down. He enjoyed the hard rod sliding passed his tongue and bumping against his throat. He bobbed up and down on it and let his tongue swirl around the head and eventually the top portion of the shaft.
Ben ran the fingers of both his hands through the full head of blond hair bobbing up and down between his legs. The excitement was killing him as he fought back the explosion stirring in his large pecan balls. Chirs's moans vibrating every inch of his dick ad upset his trembling balls even more.
Chris was amazed at the fat rod he was ramming down his own throat and the mushroom head he was allowing to practically suffocate him. The damn thing was filling his throat one minute while somehow breaking through it the next minute. It was strangely opening him up to a whole new world of ecstasy.
Before he knew it, Ben stood up lodging his thick dick further into his throat as Chris bent further back on his knees. He felt Ben's hands on either side of his head. Ben was ramming the swelling hose deep into his throat. He felt every muscle in his throat strain to accommodate the battering Ben gave. He could barely breath as he could see the thrusting hips overpowering him. He gripped BEn's hips with no effect. His eyes watered as he started to struggle. He was in no position to resist... at all.
He was breathless as the bulky snake went as far as it could passed his throat and expanded more than it ever had that night. A hot cream shot directly into his invading canal. The snake slithered out of his throat very slowly coating that area and his tongue with a salty alfredo sauce strangely new and intoxicating.
Ben looked down at Chris's abused and white coated lips with the watery eyes staring back up at him.
Neither man said anything as Chris stood up. Ben pulled his shorts up. Both men caught their breath.
Without a word, Ben walked out of the room. Ben found himself in a bedroom trying to find his shoes. He couldn't see them anywhere.
Without warning, he felt hands on his back forcing him face down onto a king sized bed. His legs on the floor, Bens torso was flat with the curve of his soon exposed ass on the edge of the bed.
Chris couldn't resist. Ben Browder had one of the best butts he'd ever seen. He was familiatr with how well that ass filled out a pair of blak leather pants. He ahd always wanted to explore every inch of it, and tonight he had earned every right to it.
Chris stood behind him and stroked on his long, hard nine inches. It was as about three fingers width.
"What are you doing?"
"You can't leave a hospitable place like this without a mint between your pillows."
"You mean... ooooh FUCK!"
Ben cried out as the head of the nine inches poked hard at his puckered entrance. He was at a lost for words as Chris's head nudged further inside his hole. The long shaft was making itself at home. Some part of him made Ben wonder if this was how his partners had learned to accept his ample gift.
"Man! That damn thing is long. You know that?"
"You know it now."
Chris's full measure found a warm reception from Ben's tense but welcoming ass.
Chris rested a minute but soon slid slowly in and out of Ben's tight hole. He placed his hands on Ben's shoulders as he leaned into the dark haired man. He leaned down and kissed on Ben's neck. Ben's cheeks greeted every thrust and beckoning for the slender hips to speed up their pace. And they did!
Chris's ass clenched and the dimples rippled on his own ass as he pounding into Ben. Ben lost control as his ass betrayed him. Chris noticed it was as soft as a sponge one moment, and it strengthened almost rock hard the next. It got so tight at times that Chris had to plow harder into it devastating Ben's once overwhelming defenses.
"Fuck! That damn thing hurts!"
"Yeah. It's too much, huh?"
"Fuck! No! Aw! Fuck! Fuck!"
"I am! Feel it?"
"Damn! Fuck!"
"Who's got the daddy dick now?"
"You! Damn, it's you!"
"It's me what?"
Disclaimer: The story is purely fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the actors or the characters they portray or any celebrity or television property incidentally mentioned in the course of this story.
This story contains homosexual sex and derogatory language.
"You got the daddy dick!"
Chris went into over drive as Ben trembled all over. Ben gripped the bedsheets as he came again.
"You fucking made me cum!"
"Fucked the cum out of you, huh? Here! Here's some more for you!!!"
Chris's torrents covered Ben's the inner walls as Chris leaned backwards forcing the full length of his long dick as far as it would go.
When Chris pulled out, he was still leaking cum onto Ben's red ass. His cockhead rubbed against the souped up ass he had finished pounding as he collapsed on top of the sweating and whimpering man below him.