I was there at about 9:55, game in hand. Will buzzed me up and I knocked on his door.
His thick brown chest hair swirled in the middle spreading across his hard pecs that had pink nipples point straight out, and it led down his tight stomach, disappearing into the light grey shorts that jutted out suddenly at his crotch. Those shorts were all he was wearing.
I held the game out towards him.
"Excellent! I can't wait to get into this and enjoy it." A wolfish grin graced his face, framed by stubble. "Come in. I just made coffee."
He walked inside before I could even say no. My eyes drifted down his strong back, latching onto his ass with a dusting of hair just above his shorts. I followed and shut the door behind me.
The coffee was good. Black and strong. I held it up to my face, savouring the scent as I waited for it to cool slightly, and tried not to lock my eyes onto his obscene bulge as he climbed onto the stool and spread his legs wide. I failed.
"Careful. He likes being looked at." His eyes twinkled as he sipped from his cup. "I wasn't going to throw these on," he said, tugging at his shorts causing the lump inside them to shift, "but I figured I should. Even if you've seen what's inside them."
"Ha. Well. Sorry about that, didn't realise you were busy in there on Friday." I let my eyes linger as he brushed his hand against it.
"Don't worry, I like an audience or I would have dragged him into the stall to enjoy." Of course I knew that about Will already. He was...something of a legend. Partially self-made though.
When Matt and I got together Matt was pretty innocent. He had a boyfriend before me and maybe a couple of experiences, but I'd definitely had more. I felt practically virginal though whenever we hung out with Will. Every weekend was another boy or another orgy, pushing his limits and partying hard.
"I'm not complaining, It was a decent sight." Why didn't I just ignore it? "Did you bring him home?" This time he stroked his cock through the sweatpants briefly.
"You know I did. Fuck his ass was hot, I ate it until he squealed. Then I choked him with my meat until fucking his brains out the first time." His monster cock was jutting out now, his balls hanging below it, the soft material unable to hide anything.
My own cock was being stifled by my briefs and the jeans, and it got even tighter when he lifted himself up and pushed his shorts off.
"I'm gonna need to cum again soon." His hand slid up and down on his massive member, his foreskin pulling back below the head which was slick with precum. "I hope you don't mind, it looked like you were enjoying the scenery."
My face was red again and my cock was leaking like a broken tap as I drank the rapidly cooling coffee. His hand reached up to his nipple and tugged it.
"You can strip off too if you want."
"I don't think Matt would appreciate that." Why had my voice gone all soft? Why were my hands shaking around the empty coffee cup, held in front of me like it could protect me? Without the coffee filling my nostrils I could smell him.
Strong and sweet. He hasn't showered, or he's been sweating this morning, and it smells fucking hot.
"No worries. Matt's a good boy." He slowly stroked himself, up and down, then shaking it towards me as he gripped it from the bottom. I just nodded. Rubbing back up to the tip I could see a drop of precum build up, threatening to drop to the ground, wasted.
"I was going to jerk off anyway and it's more fun if someone's there to see." His right hand reached down to that heavy ball sack, holding it tight as the left flew up and down his cock, precum dripping from the tip.
I put the cup on the kitchen island next to me and felt my cock through my jeans. It was hard as diamond in my pants and I bit my lip as I kneaded it, watching him get closer.
"Tommy's his name. The boy from Friday. I loved the way he grunted like a bitch when my balls slapped against him." His eyes locked onto mine as his hand flew faster up and down his wet prick. My hole twitched.
"He squeezed three loads out of me with that hot little ass. And he begged for every single one." His eyes shut tight as he bit his lip and grunted.
His hand stopped moving and his cum had exploded upwards. It streaked across his chest and stomach becoming entangled in the thick hair there as his breath deepened.
I let out an involuntary moan as his hand swiped through the fur catching big blobs of his load. He held out his sticky fingers towards me and the wolffish grin returned. The scent hit my nostrils and my mouth flooded with saliva.
It felt like an eternity and my lips finally started to part when his finger suddenly flew to his mouth, his pink tongue flicking out to collect his cum.
"I need to go." I pushed myself to my feet swiftly, grabbing my cock and shifting it so it's half obscured by my shirt.
"This was fun. Come over again for coffee, I'm usually off on mornings." He walked me to my door, gripping my arm as he stood behind the opening door. "I don't usually start off in pants though."
I lingered there, breathing in deep. I could smell his cum and his sweat and I knew I needed to shoot a load soon. "Maybe. I shouldn't."
"That's fine. It's no big deal." The door shut and I could already feel my cock softening now that I was back in the real world.
I marched home, the brisk breeze carrying me, and stopped when I was inside. I still had a couple of hours before I needed to be ready for work.
I stripped everything off, laying on the bed and dripping my drooling cock at last. Stroking up and down with my right hand, while my left one rubs up and down my stomach, moving through the patch of hair on my chest and tugging at my right nipple.
My hand glides back down my stomach, cupping my balls as I picture Will doing the same just a short time ago. I lift my thighs, spreading them slightly, and my hand moves lower.
It parts the hair around my hole, tracing it lightly as I grip more tightly with my right hand. My finger starts to press into me, just adding enough pressure to feel it in my cock. It's not enough.
Before I was with Matt I was more versatile. I'd fuck and get fucked when I needed it, and I needed it now. I rummaged around in the bedside table and grabbed the dildo. Seven inches, veined and about as thick as my own cock
It's always served me well when I've needed it and I needed it. There was a slight sting as it slid into me, lube helping it finally fill me to the hilt, my hand rubbing my cock faster as I pictured it.
Will. Sweat matting his thick chest hair, panting and biting his lips as he opens me up. My legs spread further and my hand moved faster. I imagined the cock moving in and out of me being bigger, harder and fatter. I pulled the dildo out to give myself a moment. My wet ass felt suddenly empty. I pushed it back into me, groaning as I felt it sink into me.
I exploded, stars bursting behind my eyes. Cum flew up and hit my cheek, landing in my hair, covering my chest and stomach. I lay there unsure of how to feel. The dildo was still stretching me, my breath heavy and hard.
I touched the splatter of cum on my cheek, looking at it, and brought it to my lips.
The rest of the day flew by quietly. I showered, I worked, I returned home and had dinner, and then we were watching TV on the couch. Leaning against Matt when nothing of interest was on my mind started wandering, and I felt myself thickening in my pants. I reached into his lap, but he was still soft. I slide to the floor and leaned in between his thighs, disregarding his bemused expression.
Rubbing my hands up his thick thighs, I slow eased my way to his crotch where I could see his fat cock swelling. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and freed his cut prick, opening my mouth and stretching it over his head.
As I pushed my head further down his member my tongue swirled around the pink head, leaping at the clear fluid leaking from the tip. I held his balls, rubbing them in the palm of my right hand as I slid my mouth up and down him, enjoying the whimpers that escaped his mouth.
I don't do this for him too often anymore and my jaw was starting to ache when he moaned. "I-I'm gonna..."
I pushed his cock towards the back of my throat and then slid back so it was just the head in my mouth with my hand gripping his shaft. I tasted him as he unloaded against my tongue. My own cock was throbbing with an ignored need. I closed my eyes, savouring the taste before I swallowed it down.
It was probably a couple of days later at about 8.30 in the morning when I messaged Will again. "Coffee?"
The reply came moments later. "I'll start making it now."