It was almost midnight by the time he called me. Laying in bed, edging myself and trying not to cum, I heard it vibrating on the dresser next to me.
"I'll be home in 15 minutes, Be there," was all he said before hanging up. The tone of his voice, in his masculine growl, instantly had me belching out another glob of precum. It was his expectation that I'd do what he said that really set me off, though if I'd had a choice it's not as if I'd've chosen not to go. We lived in the same neighborhood as the restaurant, and it only took me 10 minutes to arrive at his porch after hurriedly pulling on some clothes. After a couple minutes of standing there, I saw him walking up the street.
He took purposeful strides, his long legs quickly closing the gap between us. His heavy steps and the nature of his gait caused his giant package to swing back and forth in his loose pants. He was smoking a cigarette as he walked towards his house, the glow of his inhale lighting up his stubbled face, set in a serious and determined expression. He stubbed his cigarette, not looking at me until he had opened the door, when he turned and said,
"Follow me."
I'd been to his house several times in the past. He and a few of the other chefs and I often hung out outside of work hours, and he'd hosted parties here. There'd been many times we'd all gotten wasted and ending up doing coke and chain-smoking cigarettes up in Mike's room. His command wasn't entirely necessary then, but the way in which he said it and the whole context of tonight made the room he led me into seem new and exciting. I was more acutely aware than ever of the intense smell of it, the thoroughly masculine stink of his spicy sweat and cum and piss and gas. I stood there and breathed it in heavily, watching him as he moved to his mini fridge and grabbed a beer, cracking it open for himself. He turned and sat on the small couch facing me, and gestured me over.
"Strip," is all he said when I stood in front of him. I blushed deep, and began to remove my shirt, exposing my slim, hairy body, quarter sized brown nipples wreathed by black hair. I unbuttoned and slid down my pants, revealing the gray boxer briefs I wore, already tented by my erection. I paused, and he gestured with his eyes for me to continue. Slowly I pulled my underwear down, bending my aching erection down, causing it to snap back up as the head was revealed, smearing my furry stomach with precum. My hairy balls drooped between my legs as I bent to pull my socks off, and straightening up I stood there for his inspection.
"Nice," he said, nodding in approval. He reached out his hand and light grazed the underside of my 8" cock with his fingertips. "You're pretty hung, man."
"Not like you," I managed to say, gasping as my cock throbbed hard at his touch. He smirked at that, grabbing his junk through his pants.
"Not that you had any trouble with it, or those two other hung guys."
I blushed again, and he laughed.
"Turn around," he said.
I knew I had a pretty good ass, firm but jiggly, filling out my pants with a nice bubble butt. He reached out one hand and started kneading my cheeks, first one and then the other, before giving them a loud smack with his open palm.
"Nice, I'm gonna have fun with that ass later. For now, get on your knees and get my cock out, faggot."
I turned around and kneeled between his spread legs, looking up at him as he groped his bulge and drank his beer, staring back at me expectantly. He lifted his waist a little as I unbuttoned and pulled down his pants, allowing me to slip them entirely off of him and let them pool at his ankles, now exposing the sturdy, hair covered legs I hadn't been able to see that morning. The familiar white fabric of his underwear was straining under the pressure from his massive erection, which I reached up to massage and grope. He put his large hand over mine and squeezed the shaft hard.
I moved my head up over the bulging mound and took the head into my mouth again, sucking on through the fabric. He groaned and grunted his approval as I began to slobber on it, tasting his sweet precum as it began to flow from him.
"Come on, take it out, suck my cock!" he whined at me.
I just smirked to myself, and released his cockhead from my mouth, leaving the spit and precum soaked glans to throb there, visible through the white fabric of his underwear. I reached up and quickly pulled them down, exposing his delicious, giant cock to view again. There was that amazing, veiny salami, as wide around as my wrist, crowned by a thick, tangled bush of black pubic hair. His heavy balls hung down from the root of his shaft, shifting and reacting to the heat in the air in their hairy sac. His smell was intense now, the spicy sweet smell of his personal sweat and the hormone laden precum filling my nose and making my head swim with lust. I grabbed the cock, pulling it down from his belly, and slowly began to swallow it. He grunted his approval, and spread his legs wider as I began to feast on his enormous erection. I booked up and down on him for a few minutes, coating him in my spit and swallowing hard on the large head every time it was lodged in my throat, befor pulling off and licking my way down the shaft to his balls. I began to lap at them with my wide, wet tongue, raking across the soft, hairy skin as I bathed his smelly sac.
"Oh fuck yeah, work on my balls you slut!" he groaned at me, taking his cock in hand and stroking it slowly above my head. I took first one ball, then the other, into my mouth, sucking gently at them and rolling it around in my hot, wet mouth. I managed to get both of the enormous balls in my mouth, sucking on them hard and pulling them from his body. He groaned loudly at that, saying,
"Oh fuck that feels fucking good, love the way you work my nuts, man!" I just continued to work them, feeling proud that I was making this stud feel so good, and happy to be sucking and licking the balls which had fed me a load earlier that day. They tasted sweaty and salty, moist from my spit and from being confined in his pants all day. It must have been hot on the line that night, because they tasted so strongly of him that he must have been dripping sweat all night. I happily cleaned them up, feeling my nose nestling in the hair below his shaft. Popping them out of my mouth, I moved back up to engulf his cock again, while simultaneously kneading and pulling at his balls. Above me, he drained his beer and began pulling his shirt off. I glanced up, and was met with the sight of his furry, sweaty torso. His large, dark nipples were surrounded by swirls of black chest hair, getting thicker in the center of his chest and running down to meet the large patch of fur on his toned stomach. I could see his pits clearly as he rested his arms on the back of the couch. The smell was stronger now, one of sweat and lust and precum.
"Eat my pits out," he growled. "Lick them clean."
I immediately let his cock fall out of my mouth before crawling up on the couch beside him, attacking his pits with gusto and soaking down the copious hair with my spit. I licked them clean, first the right one and then the left, sucking the sweat out of them and revelling in his taste, gently chewing at the flesh underneath while he growled and grunted his approval. Our cocks jostled against each other as I serviced him, my respectable 8 inches seeming small next to his long tree trunk of a cock, smearing precum on each other's shafts as they knocked against one another. Licking all the sweat from his pits, I then moved down to his chest, licking around each nipple and soaking down the fur before taking them into my mouth, nibbling and chewing on them. He growled harder, and brought one hand to the back of my head, holding me down on his nipple.
"Mmm fuck yeah, chew my nipples you fucker, harder!" I bit down harder to please him, pulling them as far as I could with my teeth as he growled and smashed my head down into his sweaty chest. Working them both into an erect state, I flicked my tongue against each in turn before pulling back to look at him. His chest was glistening with my spit now, and his cock was leaking a steady stream of clear precum. He looked at me with a dangerous seeming lust in his eyes and grabbed my head, pulling it towards his as we crashed into a hot and heavy kiss. He took my mouth with his tongue as forcefully as he had earlier, possessively claiming me. Our tongues jostled against each other, our teeth almost crashing together from the energy of the kiss. He grabbed my waist and arranged me so I was sitting on his lap, our achingly hard cocks pressed together as we made out for several long minutes. I whined needily into his mouth as he forced his strong tongue into me. He broke the kiss first and, lightly, put firmly, slapped my cheek, growling at me,
"Turn around and bend over."
I hopped off his lap and immediately got an all fours, pointing my ass at him and sultrily spreading my cheeks, hoping this straight stud would fuck that giant cock into me. Knowing I was the reason for his massive erection made me feel so sexy, and his domineering attitude thad thrown me into full on slut mode. I'd do whatever this sexy Italian straight stud told me to do, take whatever he made me. I arched my back, desperately showing off my hairy crack and tight hole, and almost came when I felt his strong hands on my cheeks, kneading them and pulling them apart, one big thumb grazing the outside of my ring.
"Nice," he said again. He moved in closer and I heard him take a deep breath through his nose. I could feel the hot, wet breath of his exhale on my twitching anus. "Smells like pussy," he said, before completely shocking me by leaning in and taking a long, slow swipe of my ass crack. He must have liked what he tasted, because this straight stud started going to town on my hole, digging his tongue into me and moving it in circles, loosening up the tight folds and gently nibbling on the flesh around the hole, kneading my cheeks the entire time, pulling them apart to give his mouth better access. The prickly feel of his thick stubble scraping against my tender asshole was thrilling, as were the animalistic grunts he made as he ate me out.
I was moaning like crazy, whimpering and yelping when he reached particularly sensitive areas. The sensations were so strong I was having a hard time propping myself up, instead almost falling into the carpeted floor. He simply reacted by grabbing my waist and pulling me up as he sat down, effectively creating a seated 69 position, and holding my ass close against his face. Our new position now meant my aching erection was pressed tight against the top of his furry chest, stuck between his pecs, while his massive cock was right at my face level. I eagerly grabbed it back into my mouth and began deep throating him as he continued to eat me out, never letting up on his oral assault. By now he had his tongue almost all the way in to my ass, a good 3 inches of wet muscle squirming inside my loosening asshole. Having edged myself pretty much up until I came to meet him, I couldn't hold out long between the feeling of his tongue, the intense sex sweat we were working up, and the whole scene itself, I couldn't control myself much longer. I began to whimper at a more frantic pace, groaning around his massive cock, and in response he began to ram his tongue in and out at a faster pace. It didn't take more than a few seconds of this for me to unload completely, shooting a giant load onto his chest, coating the hair in eight shots of thick white cum. He grunted in surprise, both at the load and the intense contractions of my hole around his wriggling tongue, and pulled his tongue out.
"Holy fuck!" he cried, and quickly grabbed me, spinning me around so my face was at this chest. "Clean this up you little slut," he growled, in a tone which wasn't quite angry but was certainly aggressive, dripping with a hostile lust. I immediately complied with his demand. It was interesting that he would eat my ass out but couldn't seem to tolerate my cum on his chest. Maybe it was all part of the game he was playing. I began to suck my own cum out of his hairy chest, swallowing it down greedily, getting the chance to worship his chest and work over his nipples again. Once I had him all clean from my cum, he shoved me off of his chest got me on all fours again.
I was shaking in anticipation of his fuck. He didn't ask me, or even say what he was going to do, but his intention to mount me was clear. I'd never taken a cock of his size, either length or thickness, and though I was in utter lust with his monster, I was still nervous and a little scared. He got on his knees behind me, briefly shoving his tongue back into me while giving me three of his long, thick fingers to slobber on, shoving them promptly into my mouth. I slathered my tongue around them, tasting his sweat and his cigarettes, soaking them in my cummy spit. Emerging from my wet asshole, he shoved the three fingers to the hilt, immediately finding my prostate and curling them around it. I cried out as he found it and began a furious thrusting in and out, accompanied by an intense stroking of my prostate on every stroke in. I quivered against his hand, upper torso flopping onto the carpet, pressing my ass higher and harder into his finger fucking.
"Ohhh fuuuuck yes!!" I yelled, whining and moaning at his motion. He may have been straight but he knew what he was doing with a guy's ass.
"Mmm fuck yeah you little cockslut, you like these fingers?" he growled. "You're gonna love my giant fucking cock if you like this. All you faggots are the same, you'll drop to your knees for any big cock. And you all love my cock because it's the biggest."
As he said all of this in a low, sex filled voice, he never ceased fingering my ass, spreading his three fingers apart further and twisting them around, loosening up my tight asshole for his mammoth cock. Eventually he judged me ready and moved around behind me, shuffling forward on his knees until his cockhead met my winking, sopping wet anus. He grabbed my waist with both hands, and began to press himself into me. I could feel his fat cockhead pressing tight against me, the glans smashing flat against the still tight ring. With a smooth, short thrust he breached me, the fat head popping through my sphincter and lodging itself into me about 2 inches. We both groaned simultaneously, him in a low guttural growl and me in a higher pitched sort of shriek.
It was incredible, both intensely pleasurable and horribly painful. He'd loosened me up a fair amount with his rim job and fingering, but I was still tight against him. This sudden entry caused my asshole to flutter hard against his head, causing him to growl even deeper and let out a few "oh fucks" as he waited for me to adjust slightly. Once my mjuscles had stopped spasming and he judged me loose enough, he began to slowly but steadily push his way into me. I could feel my tight muscles opening up before him, stretching to their limits as his super thick cock was being pushed in. Once he began moving, he didn't stop. I could feel his fat cockhead meet my prostate and rake directly over it as he continued his entry. I was breathing short, shallow breaths, trying not to scream at the pain of it. I felt full enough to burst, and was lost in the searing pain as he claimed my ass with his monster cock. Finally, after 15 minutes of slowly pushing into me, I felt his hairy bush tickling my ass, his large orbs nestling sweatily against my own balls. He leaned his upper body down, pulling my torso up form the ground and setting me on my hands as he wrapped his arms around chest and neck, leaning in to my ear to say,
"You've got the whole thing in you now faggot, how's it fucking feel?"
"Uuuunngh it fucking hurts man... your cock is so fucking huge chef!" I groaned painfully in response, trying to will my ass muscles to relax and welcome the giant cock. He chuckled at that.
"You'll fucking love it soon enough slut, be begging to get fucked hard by my fat Italian sausage!" With that, he began to pull out, wrenching his cock from my hole and pulling it all the way out.
"Let's get this fucking going," he growled, thrusting himself back into me in one smooth motion, slapping his fat nuts against mine as he fucked me balls deep. He began a fast rhythm of strokes, pulling out until just his head was lodged inside before ramming it back in the all the way.
"oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!" I started babbling. The pain was still there but his assault on my prostate was unleashing waves of pleasure in my still tight ass. I began to push my ass back onto his mammoth trunk, meeting his thrusts in. He was grunting loud on every thrust.
"You faggots always have the tightest fucking asses. Feels so fucking good on my straight cock!" he was growling at me. I couldn't respond, so lost in the intense pleasure he was giving to me. I swore I could feel every vein in his thick shaft as he pounded it in and out. That's when I heard the sound of a key in his door, and froze in fear. He just kept pounding me, whispering into my ear,
"Don't fucking worry slut, I just invited a buddy to share your hole with me. I knew you wouldn't mind."
I looked up at the opening door to see Ethan, Mike's hot roommate, just as scruffy and Italian as he was. He had a wide smirk on his bearded face as he entered, and locked the door, unzipping his pants and unbuckling them as he came towards me. This