I am sure I don't need to say that if you are too young or not gay then reading on might cause offence or be illegal. Your decision.
Loose White Boxers
The garden had needed doing for ages. There was a ton of digging to be done that I couldn't be bothered to do myself, and a friend put me in touch with some guy who he said had done a good job for him. Quite early on a Saturday in June, the doorbell rang, and after a quick handshake and some instructions, he pulled his land rover round the back and went to work. I went back to bed.
About 9:30 I got up and dressed, and wondered if the guy wanted a cup of tea. I called outside, and was surprised to see that there were now two guys, the original one, about 40 or so, who I knew to be a member of the village football team and father of twin girls age eight, and another guy, much younger, perhaps 22 or 23. He was short, about 5'6", with black hair, cut short, and the kind of slim sinewy body that comes from outdoor work. I was immediately attracted. The two men requested tea.
As I made the tea I watched the younger guy. He was wearing tight(ish) shorts and a shirt. I saw him laugh at something the other guy said, showing a flash of white teeth and some sparkly eyes in so doing. My cock lurched. I went and looked through the paper until the tension in my own shorts was gone, then took the tea out to them.
The older guy introduced me to the younger one. Simon. I was accurate at guessing his height, but he didn't look short because he was so well proportioned. Slim, nice shoulders, slim neck, muscular legs, heavy manual-labourer's arms. It would have been wrong for me to stand there talking for more than a couple of minutes, but in that time it was easy to see that there was something about this guy that was not actually in proportion. Once I saw it, I couldn't stand and stare, so I probably only glanced for about a second. But in his shorts was a tube of meat about five inches long going down his left leg. He altered his position and I saw it move, snaking under the fabric. It looked like one of those erections that is happy to point downwards in shorts. But he was not erect. I wondered briefly what underwear he was wearing. Probably loose boxers, it must be something loose to allow him that much room, and I doubted that it was comfortable to work moving round all day without underwear at all. Still, a nice, hot, sexy lad. It brightened my day as I turned to go back in the house.
Inside, the thought of what might be lurking in those shorts got the better of me. I love big dicks, as we all do, but I love them because I feel pleased for the guy. How wonderful to be young and hung like a bull. I'm 27, and about seven inches, and any guy both younger and larger than me fills me with a sort of happiness, to think that in the guy's best years, he has something to thrill the girls with and enjoy himself. I wondered how large Simon's got. Eight inches, maybe nine? Looking at the soft version slither around, it certainly looked possible, and being slim and 5'6" would make it look even bigger of course. I pictured him, sitting in an armchair, watching some porn on his TV, stroking a big nine-inch donger, happily pulling away with that sexy grin on his face.
Well, it was still early, and I had enough of the day to get everything done, so I set up my laptop in front of one the upstairs windows, put on some porn, and watched Simon digging while I stroked my own. It was not an especially hot day, so I was surprised and delighted when Simon took his shirt off and hung it on the back of the land rover. I sat back, completely at leisure. Half an eye on Simon digging and that tube moving around his crotch, and half an eye on a monumental fuck scene between two 20yo lads going at it like their lives were at stake, I spent a great half-hour bringing myself off. A large sweet load sprayed up my chest as I stared at Simon's crotch. I ate a lot of the load.
I showered and went out for the morning, locking the house, thinking they could to without tea till I got back. I forgot all about Simon and my morning wank fantasy until I pulled back up the drive after lunch. I remembered the digging guys were here, and went inside. They had made great progress, and nearly all the work I had asked for had been done, except for one task clearing out an old pond that I wanted to lose. As I looked out into the garden, I noticed with a thrill that the land rover had gone and Simon was working alone.
I opened the door and went out.
'Gone to get a pump,' said Simon.
'Eh?'
'Suck all the shit out of that crappy old pond you want rid of.'
'Oh. Ready for a cup of tea?'
'Nah. Could handle a coke, though.'
I retraced my steps to the kitchen, hoping the double effect of his snaking tube of meat and his coarse working accent was not as evident in my own shorts as it felt. As I opened the fridge I was surprised to see that Simon had followed me. Workmen always seem to be aware of territory and don't go where they are not asked, and the sight of Simon's crotch not far from me visibly shook me. I could see the length of his shaft sitting comfortably in his shorts. I wondered where his bollocks might be in that arrangement, more convinced that he must have been wearing boxers to allow his balls to hang wherever, rather than tight pants that would make his dick sit even further out on top of his nutsac. His chest was hard and tanned, a little hair around his dark brown nipples, a little more going south from his navel. The grin was intoxicating.
'Cheers,' he said as I handed him a can. 'Can I use your bog?'
'Sure. Front of the house.'
Oh for a secret camera in that room. I thought idly of him unbuttoning and fishing out that baby, pissing noisily into the pan. I wondered whether he was circumcised. The sound of piss hitting water down the hall told me that he probably wasn't. He must have left the door open. A fresh jump in my groin told me I was now fully erect. I decided that when he went back outside I would go back upstairs and have another wank watching him in the garden.
He reappeared in the kitchen and opened the coke. I stood behind the counter so he couldn't see my own trouser lump. I had nothing to say to him and hoped he would go quickly to leave me to some serious pleasure. Perhaps I could also use a dildo this time. My mind wandered to an image of me sitting on my largest dildo slowly wanking and watching this sexy specimen toiling away in my garden, his chest and arms and groin all moving in ways that could so easily be re-interpreted in my own fantasy.
'Wanna see it?'
I snapped back to reality, not really hearing him.
'Sorry?'
'Wanna see it? You've checked it out six times in the last few minutes and four other times this morning. Plus however many when I wasn't looking.'
'Er...' I didn't really know what to make of this. Even if he was saying what I thought he was, it might be a trick or a joke, or perhaps worse.
He leaned over the counter and noticed my own boner in my shorts.
'I guess you do.' That smile again. He looked down and fiddled with his belt. It whipped out of the loops and then he unbuttoned the fly, not quickly, not slowly, just functionally. Like he was just getting changed or going to bed. I couldn't believe it. I stared.
The fly drew apart and I saw white fabric underneath. The shorts were hitched off his hips and then tumbled to the floor. He stepped out of them, his working boots only going through the leg holes with some help. Then he stood before me, still apparently soft, within a pair of loose white boxers.
In one movement he slung them downwards and left them sitting on his boots.
It was perfect. A thick, soft tube, uncircumcised. Hanging straight down over his average nutsac, its weight keeping it hanging rather than poking out. It was about five or five and a half inches, luxuriously smooth and quite pale. The head, under a flap of skin that closed neatly over the end, seemed only marginally wider than the shaft, but then I had no idea if it expanded when he was hard. Which he was definitely not. The pubes were tidy around it, and the sac looked like it might have been shaved a while ago, but was now a bit downy.
I gulped. 'How big does it get?'
The grin said it all. 'Big.'
'Can I see?'
'Depends. Got any porn?'
'What sort? I've only got a couple of gay DVDs, I play them on my laptop.'
'They hardcore?'
'Could say that, yeah.'
'Let's see, then.'
He manoeuvred himself out of his boxers and left them on the kitchen floor next to his shorts. Then he followed me upstairs wearing only his boots. I didn't care about the carpet. In the back bedroom the laptop was still sitting on a table in front of the window. He knew instantly what I had done.
'Had one already today?'
'Yeah.'
'Any good?'
'Could say that, yeah.'
He looked at the three disk boxes next to the laptop. 'What did you watch?'
'You, mainly.'
He grinned again. 'Where's your cumrag?'
'Don't use one. Licked it up.'
'Nice! We are going to get on well, Mr Clogged-Up Pond. Choose a scene, don't matter what.'
Nervously I started the disk that was already in. I selected a scene with a young and absurdly hung guy passionately fucking a slightly older smooth lad. Corny, I thought. But he might get the idea.
He sat down in the only chair as the scene started. Just a few hours before my naked ass had sat in that chair as I had loosed a load over the guy that was now naked in front of me. My cock throbbed harder in my shorts. On the screen the two guys were fully clothed, playing pool. There was a lot of kissing and rimming to get through before they got round to the shag. He seemed to sense this.
'Fast-forward this shit.'
I had to stand in front of him to get to the laptop. His hand ran over my ass as I moved the scene forward till just before penetration.
Simon watched impassively. He never once touched his cock. At the moment where the large cock slid effortlessly inside a pair of delicious ass-lips he smiled again, and looked at me.
'Your ass that good?'
'Yes.'
'Good.' He turned back to the screen. I had some difficulty believing he was gay. This kind of porn would have me hard in seconds, even without the probability of sex in the offing. Simon had had his dick out for several minutes in the presence of a guy he was obviously thinking of fucking, and he'd been watching porn. And he still wasn't hard.
Sadly I wondered if he was married. It would be a shame, but I suppose it was good that at least someone was enjoying him sexually. Perhaps he even has kids. With nothing going on in Simon's groin department, I turned to the screen. This was one of my favourite fuck scenes, and I knew every bump and grind between first contact and final countdown. With this fuck scene, an empty house, a large dildo and a fresh bottle of poppers, I had created a number of unbelievably intense sexual experiences. I could time my own orgasm so that I shot at the same time as either of the two guys, who were about 20 seconds apart, or I often aimed for my first spurt to come half-way between their two ejaculations, so it was like I was right between them. The things we do when we wank... On the screen the hung guy was on his back, the other guy riding him. They had about 6 minutes to go in this position, then they would shift to two other positions for about 4 minutes each. The cum shots, I knew, were awesome. The smooth guy on the end of the fucking ended up with rivers of jizz over his chest. But I was hoping that by the time we got that far on the screen, it might be getting a bit hotter in the bedroom. Whichever, it was getting far too tight in my shorts.
'Mind if I...?'
'Sure.'
I casually removed all my clothes and stood next to his chair slowly wanking my granite-hard seven inches. He didn't look at me. His eyes were glued to the screen. And, glory be, there was a reaction from his cock. It was standing. It had lifted off his nutsac, which sat on the chair between his widely-spread legs. It didn't seem to be much thicker, but it was thick enough anyway. But it was certainly a bit longer. Six inches, at least. Now seven. Still he didn't touch it. The shaft thickened, and the head expanded. He scratched his left bollock absently, watching the pummelling fuck action on the screen. Eight inches. I would have been overjoyed if it had stopped there but it went on. His foreskin was being naturally pulled back and I could see a purple piss slit under his flap. Nine inches, at least. And hard as iron.
He smiled. 'OK?'
'I'll say. How big?'
He shrugged. 'Dunno. Nine and a bit. Ten maybe. Big, anyway. Suck me please.'
I dropped to my knees instantly, although I don't enjoy sucking oversized cocks. They can be too awkward. If a guy has a little dick, deep-throating is easy, and it's a fine way to pass an evening of sex when you know his dick isn't going to fill your ass. No way could I get this one in whole though, not even half of it. But I did the best job I could. It was an awesome and beautiful piece of meat, standing out from his slim body like a ridiculous pole. I gave him about five minutes of top-quality mouth work. He was certainly appreciating it. He ruffled my hair, and leaked precum. I looked up at him, and he was still staring at the fuck on the screen. I moved my mouth down to his balls, which he seemed to like. I gave them a thorough licking and tonguing, and sucked them individually. Then I ran my tongue behind his sac towards his hole, and he lifted my head away.
'Not down there.'
As I thought. Mainly straight. Afraid of the pleasures his anus might bring him. Still, he was in possession of the biggest cock I'd ever had, and my ass was itching. I wondered how to get him motivated enough to fuck me. As I returned my mouth to his cock, I ran my tongue under his foreskin while gripping the shaft tightly, then slavered the whole length with saliva, gripping with my lips.
'Wow. Fucking good. Shit loads better than I'm used to.'
As I thought. Mainly straight. Probably gets a blowjob on birthdays and special occasions from a young wife who doesn't appreciate the miracle he has in his boxers and has no idea how to suck it. I went back to loving this cock with my mouth for another five minutes or so. From time to time I slowly jacked my own cock, and sometimes he brought his hand in to massage his balls while my tongue played with his foreskin. Then I swallowed him again, as much as I could without gagging, and gripping tightly, gave him a couple of minutes of wanking him off with my mouth, my firmly shut lips only venturing five or six inches down this shaft. He liked it a lot, and tried to push my head further down on each stroke. I decided I would let him do it till my gag reflex kicked in. Which was about two minutes and seven or so inches later. I pulled off his cock.
'Start this fuck scene again.'
I did so, right back to just before initial penetration. I was going to kneel down again, when he spoke again. 'On the bed. Hands and knees. Where d'you keep your rubbers?'
I walked to the bathroom to fetch some stuff. I doubted that the rubbers I used would stretch the length required by his dick. But, we would have to make do. I returned with a few rubbers and some lube. He was still avidly watching the fuck scene, wanking his beautiful erection slowly with a serene smile on his face. I lubed my own ass copiously and felt a thrill at the imminent penetration of this mighty cock. I tried quickly to loosen myself with a couple of fingers as I watched him unfurl a rubber down his shaft. Too bad we had to use one at all. The rubber stopped a good inch and a half from his bush. Well, if it didn't stay on, he could do me without it. I passed him the lube and got on the bed with my ass in the air.
'Not that way. Face the other way.'
I tuned round and he got behind me at the pillow end, and then I realised why he wanted it this way round. He was still watching the laptop screen. He grasped my hips and held me firmly and I felt his rubbered cockhead rub up and down my crack. I watched the screen as well as I felt him probe roughly with a finger into my hole. The smooth lad on the film was transported into ecstasy as his partner's massive dick slid into him. Simon wiggled two fingers actively inside my ring and then I felt the cockhead back again, about to break and enter. I guessed this would be no sensitive penetration, so I relaxed totally and pushed back.
He pushed in a good deal of the way in a single thrust, accompanied by an animal grunt from him.
'You're tight.'
'Yes.'
'Tight is good. Makes a change.'
I thought again, he must be mainly straight. I couldn't imagine there were too many guys who could accommodate a cock of this size and still feel loose. I changed my opinion of his unknown partner. Perhaps he lives with some local slut with a bucket fanny in which even this monster didn't touch the sides. Feeling deliciously and sexily full, I clamped down hard on the half-shaft he'd given me so far.
'Whoa!'
'What?'
'Where d'you learn that?'
Bemused by the question, I didn't answer but clamped again, and kept doing it while he tried a cautious half dozen thrusts of the portion of his dick I held within me. It occurred to me that he might never have fucked a guy before. No way on earth could I be the only guy ever to learn how to clamp his anal muscles. If he was a beginner, he seemed to get into it pretty quickly. Within a couple of minutes he had a devastating rhythm established of long slow thrusts that put a fraction more of his dick inside me each time. I started to breathe quickly as the assault on my hole became uncomfortable. My cock softened, and I left it alone to concentrate purely on my ass till he was all in.
Eyes firmly shut and panting hard, I let him carry on his deep thrusting. He was gripping my hips hard and I could feel his legs brushing mine. He was getting close. He thrust deeper and deeper, his strokes getting slightly faster and I knew that my ass could not take much more of this invasion. I felt an urge to push him off and let my ass recover, but I held on, knowing it would pass. A couple more minutes and there was no doubt about it: each injection now ended with the feel of bush and the swipe of bollocks. I had him all.
'Oh, baby,' he moaned.
One long slow thrust now went all the way home. Totally embedded within me, he wriggled a bit and then forced it in a bit more, then hitched up my hips slightly to see if he could get in ever deeper.
'Oh fuck that's good.'
'Fucking good for me too,' I panted.
I opened my eyes now and looked at the screen again. My two favourite boys were hard at it doggy style and Simon now seemed to take this as his model. Within a few seconds of Simon's actions mirroring what was on the screen, I was bone-hard again. I reached up to wank my dick slowly.
'That feel good?'
'You fucking bet.'
He started to go faster, enjoying the easy slip and slide of his whole lubricated shaft in my tight passage. I started to clamp again, on each of his out-strokes, making it harder for him to withdraw each time.
'Oh man! You are good! This is awesome,' he grunted in time with his thrusts.
I moved into the zone. Suddenly all I was aware of was the intense pleasure coursing through my body as this dick ploughed into me time and time again. His strokes were not fast, each one just long and hard and I looked at the screen again, where the fuck was moving faster than ours and where the smooth boy was moaning like a bastard as his ass was violated by a cock equally as big as the one I had up my own ass. Instantly I knew precisely the feeling of sexual desperation the smooth guy had, that if the cock was removed his life might as well end, and I hung on to the cock fucking me with a few more tight squeezes while I shoved my ass back into his groin.
He was panting 'yeah!' on every stroke now, and my own breathing was so heavy and deep that the room was filled with the sexiness of our own fuck and the mad cries and grunts of ecstasy from the porn flick.
I looked in the mirror to our side. He was no longer looking at the screen, but staring downwards at his own cock sliding in and out of my ass. The sight was fucking beyond sexy and I watched in delight as his vast thick pale-skinned cucumber wedged itself time and again in my tiny hole. My own cock was achingly hard, but I didn't touch it, for fear of shooting too soon. His bollocks swung wildly as he increased his pace and a slight trickle of sweat moved down his chest between his nipples, and I sensed he was not going to be long in coming.
'Yeah!' on each stroke became 'fuck!' and he was getting faster and faster. The boys on the screen were in their third position now and we were still in our first, but it was working so well I didn't want to change it.
'Fuck!'
Oh man, this dick was truly a marvel. Its length and thickness made my whole body quiver with pulsing desire.
'Fuck... fuck!'
I couldn't hold off much longer and with my head against the bed and my ass in the air I grabbed my cock and began to stroke it.
'Fuck... fuck!'
He grabbed my hips hard and began to thrust at top speed and my body rocked wildly on the bed as he slammed into me.
'Fuck... YEAH!'
The images on the screen were forgotten as my whole life centred on what his cock was doing to my pleasure zones up my ass. He was close, I knew it. So was I.
'Yeah... YEAH!'
This was it. We were right on the edge of the ultimate moment. All there was in the whole world for either of us was his oversized dick and my tight ring. The friction between the two was about to send us somewhere fucking magic...
'Yeah... Baby, I'm right fucking there!'
'Me too...' I managed to groan as my fist flew over my own cock.
'Where... you... want... it?' His grunting was strange as the rhythm of his fuck kept pounding away. 'In... or OUT?! FUCK!!'
'OUT!' I cried, and pulled away from his assault. The gaping void his cock left in my ass was like the Channel tunnel but I ignored it as I flung myself on my back and yelled, 'on my chest! Face! Any-fucking-where!'
He snapped off the rubber and I watched his wrist expertly work his dick at top speed. His face was screwed up and his eyes bulged as he stared at my smooth chest and stomach and the sight of me working my own cock.
'Oh MAN!' he yelled. His massive cock was now an angry red and the cockhead was expanded like a piece of fruit, his one fist worked the three or four inches just below his cockhead at lightning speed as the rest of the shaft pulsed and his bollocks jumped madly. With my spare hand I suddenly tugged on his bouncing balls. 'Oh FUCKING HELL...!'
The first one splatted heavily on my chest, and the second slashed across my chin and right cheek. The hot contact of his jizz pushed me over the edge too. My own cock started to pour spunk out all over my hand and stomach and dick and balls, and my body wracked uncontrollably as the orgasm rocked through me. Two more violent spits of hot cum from Simon's cock got my chest again and my stomach, and then he gradually slowed his wanking speed as the spurts became less intense. Five, six, seven smaller pumps of spunk coursed up his tube and splodged in the crazy mess of jizz on my chest and stomach. Eventually his wank slowed to nothing, and he gently massaged his meat, squeezing out more drops of spunk as his breathing panted hard around the room and the smell of man juice was everywhere. My body went limp in exhaustion.
I looked at him kneeling over me, his cock still bone hard and dripping, his body sweaty and lithe. I ran my fingers over my chest and scooped up a large pool of our mixed spunk, then lifted it to my mouth. A look of immense desire swept over his face, and suddenly I didn't doubt he was gay any more. I scooped up a second load of the hot cream and lifted it up to his lips. He hesitated for only a second before he took my fingers in his mouth and licked them hungrily clean. We both started to eat more from my chest, offering each other the magic juice on each other's fingers, and then, most surprising of all, he leant down and kissed me, warmly, wetly, spunkily. With the shared spunk on our tongues, he collapsed on me, his body getting slicked with what spunk was left on my stomach. We kissed for a while, until his cock was back to its pure pale soft 5 inches again.
He showered, and I dozed off for a little while. When I came round again, I looked out the window and saw Simon and the older guy finishing up in the garden, and I smartened myself up knowing I would have to go out and pay them. Payment was quick and painless, and Simon made no eye contact with me at all, which irritated me a little. And then when they were gone, I went back into the kitchen, and saw his loose white boxers still sitting on the floor. Instinctively I picked them up and buried my nose in the crotch to smell his masculinity, and my nose crinkled against something. I looked: it was a note, scrappily written on a piece torn from the newspaper.
"Might have to come back to pick these up later. S."
In fact Simon has come back about twice a week for the last two years. And he never quite remembers to take these boxers away with him.
jsmith381@hotmail.com
If you liked this I have another story archived at Nifty (Boy on a Bike, Jul 30 2002, Gay/Adult-youth).