I was working quietly at my computer one afternoon when I realized Nic, the new guy in the office, Nic, was standing right behind me.
"Hey," I said, taking off my headphones. "How's it going?"
"Good man," he said softly, as I followed his gaze to a photo of my husband that I kept on my desk. It was taken at the beach about a year ago. It's my husband from behind, turning to look back at the camera. My husband's butt looks amazing in the photo— he's got a great bubble butt— but the photo isn't so filthy that it really stands out in the office as being inappropriate. Still, sometimes looking at his butt in that photo is a great motivator when I feel like taking a break and jerking off in the office men's room. "Is that your boyfriend?" Nic asked.
"Uh, my husband," I answered, trying to decipher Nic's expression. I'd be lying if I didn't mention that I'd had a bit of a crush on Nic since he started at my office. He was beautiful. Over 6'4, broad shouldered, with thick thighs that filled out his work pants. He had dark olive skin and thick black hair— not just on his head, but on his arms, and on his chest, which always peeked up out of his collar. He had big ears that stuck out, a pronounced adam's apple, and a huge nose that looked just busted up enough to make him really handsome. He was also a huge nerd— he was a computer engineer poached from another company out of state— and somehow that nerdiness made him even sexier.
"He looks nice," he said, thinking. "We should all hang out sometime— I don't know too many people around here."
"How about coming over for drinks?" I asked.
That Friday, he showed up just after 8. I had tried to describe how handsome he was to my husband, but clearly I didn't do a good enough job— his jaw practically dropped when he came into our door and handed my husband a bottle of wine. Nic was wearing crew-neck sweater that seemed too strain a little around his thick neck, and a pair of pants that seemed pretty fitted— I tried not to stare, but there definitely seemed to be a prominent bulge in front.
Drinks were fun— Nic was warm and friendly, and funnier than I realized from our conversations at the office. I could tell my husband definitely liked him; I would catch him staring at Nic a little too long sometimes, and I think I saw his eyes dip between Nic's legs to catch out that very hefty bulge. My husband and I sat on a loveseat together, while Nic took up the whole couch across from us by himself— still, now and then I got the strange feeling as if I were the third wheel on someone else's date.
At some point after a few glasses of wine each, Nic reached down and began to unlace his shoes— huge chukka boots that contrasted a little with his preppy look. "Do you mind if I take these off?"
It was sort of weird, but we were all getting pretty comfortable— and a little drunk. "Nah, that's fine," I replied.
He took off his shoes, slipped off his socks, and sat back, resting his feet up on the coffee table. His legs were so long that his feet came to our side of the table. Not something I would do in someone else's house— but now that I looked at them, he had really sexy feet, so who was I to complain? Thin ankles with prominent ankle bones emerges from the cuffs of his pants, with dark hair running all the way onto the tops of his feet. His feet were narrow and sculpted at the heel, getting incredibly wide at the sole just below his long toes. But the main thing about his feet— they were huge. I don't know how I had never noticed.
My husband was the first one to speak, staring at the feet in front of him. "Whoa... your feet are enormous. How do you find shoes for those?"
Nic gave a pretty cocky grin. "Yeah, they're big. I always have a struggle finding any that will fit. It's always so tight."
My husband looked up into Nic's eyes, and they caught each other's stare for a second.
"You're wondering how big my dick is, aren't you?" Nic asked.
In reply, my husband just laughed kind of awkwardly. This was so embarrassing... though clearly we were both wondering that.
"Well, I guess I was..." my husband answered.
"Do you want to see?"
"No, you don't have to do that..." I answered quickly, feeling like the night was going somewhere strange.
"No worries," he said, giving half a smirk. "I don't mind showing it off." With that he set his drink on the coffee table, stood up, and unbuttoned his pants. I shot my husband a look like, is he really going to show us his dick? but my husband's eyes were glued Nic's crotch. Nic grabbed his pants and and underwear at the waist with his thumbs, and in one quick move lowered them to the floor.
Nic's legs were incredible. Long, toned thighs and thick calves as big as melons, all covered in dark hair. But of course the star attraction was his dick. Beer-can thick, and hanging limp over a pair of huge, low hanging balls. As big as his balls were, the cock dangled just past. He was totally limp, but it was already bigger and way thicker than mine. He was uncut, so the thick foreskin dangled even lower still. Standing there without pants, his hands on his hips, his fat dick hung more than halfway down to his knees.
"Jesus," my husband said under his breath. He looked up into Nic's eyes and they both kind of laughed.
"Not too bad, huh?" Nic asked, looking at down at his own dick appreciatively.
We were all silent for a minute, admiring it. "Does it get bigger when it's hard?" my husband asked.
"Oh yeah. I'd show you, but it takes a bit of work. This big guy doesn't just spring up— it takes a lot of blood to get this thing pumping at full mast."
I could tell my husband was debating something in his head. "Could I... help it somehow?" he asked finally.
Nic shrugged with a little smile. "Sure man."
I turned to stare at my husband. What the fuck was he thinking? But he just shrugged and laughed nervously at me, before standing up and moving over to sit on the couch. Nic lowered his bare ass onto the couch next to my husband, and spread his thighs wide open to give him access. Nic was wearing just his sweater now. From my seat across from them, I had a perfect view of the furry globes of his ass, his hole covered by the low hanging balls that now rested on my couch.
My husband had taken Nic's dick with one hand, and was slowly pulling back the foreskin. He held the thickening shaft with one hand, using the other to play with the bead of precum that was forming at the tip.
"That's it," Nic moaned, as his dick started to fill out. My husband's gentle stroking was having an effect, and his already massive dick was getting firmer, thicker and even bigger. It easily must have been over ten inches, and incredibly thick. The fat vein running along the bottom looked about as big as my dick on its own.
"I wonder what it feels like to get fucked by such a big dick," my husband asked softly, staring at the swollen dick in his hand.
Nic looked into my husband's eyes with a little bit of a laugh, and shrugged his head toward me. "Think your guy would let you find out?"
My husband looked up at me. "You wouldn't mind if I tried...?"
What the fuck? My husband barely bottomed, and usually complained that he was too tight to enjoy it. And he wanted to try this one? "Yeah, sure man, you can try..." I said, trying to indicate with my voice that there was no way it was going to happen.
My husband stood up and took off his pants, while Nic removed his sweater. He was now fully naked sitting on our couch, with his arms spread wide across the tops of the cushions. Somehow his body alone seemed to take up the whole couch.
My husband started to straddle Nic when I interrupted, "Uh, I'm going to go grab a condom," I said, kind of surprised my husband hadn't mentioned it.
When I got back from the bedroom with condom in hand, my husband was straddling Nic, his knee's on either side of Nic's long furry thighs. He was gently gliding his ass against the swollen head of Nic's cock, which was now engorged to be the size of a small apple. With every thrust back by my husband, it was leaving strings of ropy precum directly against my husband's hole. I could tell that wet friction must have felt good, because every time my husband pushed his butt back against Nic's cock, his eyes would flutter a little and a moan would come from his throat.
Nic looked up at the condom in my hand. "That an x-large?"
"Uh, no..." I said. "We just have normal..."
"You can try man, but I don't know." He slid down a little, so his cock was away from my husband's ass, and easier to get to. He wanted me to put it on him?
"Ok, let's try." I took it out of the wrapper, and gently took hold of Nic's penis with one hand. Jesus Christ. I'm a grown man, and I couldn't fit my hand all the way around it. This thing was huge. I could feel his pulse in the massive vein, pumping against my palm. His hole dick was sticky and wet with the precum that had been leaking out. I placed the condom against the tip, and tried to roll it down his enormous shaft. It promptly ripped in two.
"Yeah, I didn't think that would work," Nic said. "But listen, I'm safe, I get tested regularly..."
My husband looked into my eyes, disappointed. "Couldn't I just try to see? I probably won't even get it to fit..."
I nodded a little, unsure of what to say or think. Holding Nic's penis had given me a massive erection in my pants— well, massive as in incredibly hard. Not massive compared to the horse cock I was holding in my hand.
My hand still around his dick, Nic scooted his butt back up so the head pressed against my husband's butt. "Want to help guide it in?" Nic asked me.
"Uh, ok." My husband grabbed both cheeks of his round butt and gently parted them, exposing his tight hole. His clean, musky scent mixed with the strong masculine smell of Nic's dick, and the combination made my cock start to leak in my briefs.
Nic's dick, meanwhile was gushing precum. How much jizz did those massive balls hold? I guided the dick like a joystick, and pressed the fat brown head gently against my husband's quivering asshole. It was so fat and swollen, and my husband's hole was so tight. There was no way that was going to fit.
My husband sat back against the head, giving several very deep breaths. Slowly the tip disappeared inside, lubricated by all the precum Nic was leaking. My husband rocked his ass gently back and forth, while Nic reached up and grabbed his butt with his massive hands. His long fingers dug into the fat cheek's of my husband's bubble butt, and he spread his ass a little wider.
"Uhhh!" with an involuntary moan from my husband, I watched as half of the head was swallowed up into his hole. "Holy fuck," my husband gasped. "Ungh!" He was struggling to catch his breath. "You're so fucking big."
"And you're so fucking tight." Nic groaned, clearly enjoying the feeling of his head inside my husband's warm hole.
My husband rocked gently back, his ass slowly managing to slide all the way onto the head— but that was as much as it could take. He pressed back, but the thick shaft was too broad to get any deeper in. The fat head was clearly pressing against my husband'd prostate though, because he was moaning uncontrollably, and leaking precum from his own dick onto Nic's furry stomach.
All of this friction was clearly having an effect on Nic, too. "You feel so fucking good inside," he groaned. "You're so fucking wet and tight and warm." His eyes rolling back in his head. He grabbed my husband's butt even firmer, trying to guide it further down onto his cock. Nic's cock was pouring so much precum that it was leaking out of my husband's hole, which was straining around that shaft, just below the head.
"You're so fucking tight!" Nic shouted. "you're going to make me.. cum..." Nic groaned, his body starting to shake.
My husband snapped out of it enough to look back at me. "Oh, maybe I should get off of..."
"No wait," Nic groaned, gripping my husband's ass and holding him down. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!... ungghh!" His head fell back and his long legs straightened out, his toes stretching apart as his body convulsed.
"Oh my god, of my god" my husband moaned. Nic was cumming. My husband's eyes opened wide as he felt his insides being coated with hard jets of cum from Nic's monster cock.
Cum started leaking out of his hole, pouring all over Nic's thick shaft, and dripping over his balls onto our couch. Nic's swollen shaft glistened with all the cum. Newly lubricated, my husband gave one more push back— and slid all the way down Nic's cock, stopping when he hit the base. I stared at the spot just above Nic's balls, where a shaft as big as my wrist now disappeared into my husband's straining hole.
"Oh my god, oh my god," my husband exhaled, stroking his own cock. He now had a thick dick reaching more than ten inches inside of him, touching places inside him no one else had gone. He rocked gently back and forth against it before shooting his explosive load all over Nic's hairy chest. His orgasm seemed to last forever, and once he's stopped shooting, cum continued to dribble out, as if that massive cock was pushing cum out from every last hiding spot inside him. He collapsed, panting, onto Nic's body— the massive dick still buried deep into him.
Nic, who had practically passed out from cumming, looked up at him with a smile, before dropping his eyes down to me.
"Thanks for inviting me over for drinks, man."