I have a large home, it's too big for just me so I rent out a room. Not because I need the money but because I travel a lot and it helps to have someone in the house when I'm gone. And the extra pocket money is nice to have. I've had all types of people renting. Some worked out and stayed awhile, others not. That's life. Some more memorable than others. Like Mitch.
He was referred by a friend of a friend of a friend. He moved here a year or so ago and I figured there was a story there but I don't ask because all I need to know is if they can pay the rent. Business is business. He works construction and has the body for it, too. I guess you'd call him brawny. Beefy, not overly muscled, and a developing beer-gut that I somehow find attractive in some men. 0
Even though I was attracted to him I didn't make a move on him. I rarely do with my roommates. I have dallied once or twice but the circumstances have to be right. It can make things very uncomfortable afterwards. I figured just seeing Mitch around, maybe occasionally a glimpse of him nude, or in a nice, tight pair of jockey shorts...well anyway...
It didn't take me long to find out what his favorite pastime wasjacking off. Frequently, habitually, constantly. The room I rent out is at the top of the stairs, mine is at the opposite end of the hall. One night, shortly after Mitch moved in...
I was on my way to bed and in passing his door I heard heavy breathing and the unmistakable sounds of flesh slapping flesh. I didn't think anyone was in there with him and since his door was open, and since it is my house, I felt obligated to stop and make sure nothing was wrong. There was just enough light for me to make out the outline of him laying across the bed with his hand flying up and down as he fisted his stiff cock. His other hand roamed his chest, pinching and twisting his tits. His hips rocked as he pounded his engorged cock. His breathing became more ragged. He started moaning, then mumbling. I hurriedly stepped back, afraid he had seen me. But he didn't stop, the whispered undertones became louder, clearer.
"Oh yeah, gonna cum...yeah, oh yeah, gonna shoot my load, here it comes...gonna cum, gonna cummmmm......." His hips lifted off the bed. He grabbed his cock around the base, his balls squashed between his fingers while he furiously jacked his dick. With a loud growl, he exploded. The first fountain of spunk shot in the air, splattered on his belly-then another thick stream shot up and splashed back against his racing fist, coating his belching dick.
I didn't see what happened next. My cock was hard and oozing in my shorts. I could no longer ignore the pounding ache in my balls. I quietly hurried to my room. I could barely get my jeans unbuttoned so I didn't even bother with my shorts. I slid my hand under the leg band, gave my balls a hard yank and shot a hot, juicy load of spunk into my jockeys.
The next afternoon when I got home he was at it again. I could almost hear him from downstairs. I saw him in the bathroom as I rounded the top of the stairs. The door was ajar enough to see his reflection in the mirror. I stepped back slightly, hoping it was dark enough for my reflection to be hidden in the shadows. Hands tweaked his distended nipples. His furry balls rested atop the counter, his thick cock-shaft, about 71/2" from base to helmet-shaped cap, throbbed rhythmically. His chest rose and fell as he breathed deeper and deeper, moaning louder and louder. He leaned over, a long drooling rope of spit oozed from his pursed lips and landed wetly onto his cock. It slowly trickled down the maze of veins along his erection. His huge hand circled his rigid dick and started stroking. "Feels so good, jacking my meat. Mmm yeah, big fucking cock, gonna shoot a hot load, fuck yeah. Gonna fucking cream..."
Listening to him got me horny as hell. I'd only been watching for about two minutes but I was ready to shoot with him. I had my hand in my pants and was matching him stroke for stroke.
"Here it goes," he threw back his head and yelled, "fuckin' cumming......."
I watched the first jet arc from his flared cock-head and splatter the mirror. He continued pounding his dick, spraying his cum-load everywhere-all over the sink, the counter. I had to cover my mouth when my orgasm hit. I pumped my cock, spilling another load of sticky sperm into my shorts. I quietly slipped back downstairs until I heard the shower running.
Later that night he and I were watching T.V. He was sprawled out on the couch. I studied his dozing form. His T-shirt slipped up his chest, a hairy strip of his belly lay exposed. The dark mass of hair spiraled in a tight diamond, pointing up toward the meaty slabs of his chest and down-hidden under his sweatpants. I had been stealing furtive glances at his crotch all evening, unable to get his horny prick out of my mind. His weighty cock and heavy balls bounced and flopped, obviously unencumbered by any shorts.
My heart quickened when the soft mound of his shaft began to stir, slowly, steadily stretching. He lazily began caressing the hardening pole, eyes closed, apparently still dozing. His had squeezed his distended cock-rod, the curved rim of the swollen head bulged. He caught me watching him.
"Hey, you don't mind if I jack-off, do you?" He asked with a smile.
"No." Hell, what else could I say, except, "You don't mind if I watch, do you?"
He just smiled in reply and untied his sweats. He slowly lowered them giving me a show. He slowly unveiled just the flanged cap. His dick flexed, a tiny pearl of moisture spread at the tip. He sat up, wriggled out of his sweats; hands caressing up his legs, his knees bending as his fingertips grazed the inside of his thighs. He wrapped one hand around his fat shaftgliding from the base up and down, the other hand roamed his body, up under the T-shirt to his pecs, down across his belly, around his inner thighs and finally settled on his balls. He rubbed the fuzzy mounds with his palm, then held them firmly. Twisting, grinding, pulling. He seemed to forget I was there. He started to speak very softly.
"Shit that feels good. Jackin' my dick, yeah, gonna cum, oooohhh, pump my fucking big hard dick. Shoot my cream all over..."
He was worked up in a hurry. His fist flew up and down, faster and faster. The panting and moaning accelerated.
"Oh yeah, so close...gonna cum, gonna shoot my fuckin' load...shit yeah...arghhh."
He held his dick upright holding the base tightly in his fist as the first geyser of spunk shoot straight up. But this time his load wasn't as volcanic. After the first volley, instead of shooting wildly, it oozed thickly as he pumped himself. His satiny cock-head was coated with custardy-white spunk. His entire body quivered when he rubbed the sticky fluid around the reddened glans. Soon his entire crotch was glistening with a thin film of dick-cream. He sat up for a moment, gave me a sleepy look and mumbled goodnight. I watched him lumber off to bed, still holding his spent rod, and nearly lost my load just from the sight of his naked ass. Those huge hairy orbsI wanted to smother my face in that tight crease.
I had felt the constant trickle of pre-scum leaking out my dick for awhile. I needed to get my rocks off. I hustled through the routine of shutting up the house for the night and got ready for bed. I was brushing my teeth when I noticed the crumpled towel atop the hamper. I picked it up...damp... sticky. I smelled it. Jism. He hadn't bothered getting it wet first, just wiped himself dry. My hard-on was raging again, begging for release.
I stripped and fell into bed. My hand circled my horny prick. I had intended on a deliberate, long jerk-off session but I was too hot to take my time. I stroked myself, feeling the orgasm building in my balls, racing along my shaft. I held the cum-coated towel to my face and inhaled. The sharp smell inflamed me. My whole body shook as my cock exploded. I felt cum splatter my chest, pelting my stomach. I kept jerking my ravaged dick long after I stopped shooting. Matching Mitch stroke for stroke in my mind...and drifted off to sleep.
Our schedules conflicted over the next few days. I came home late one evening after an unsuccessful business dinner. My patience had been maxed and I was testy, at best. There were remnants of a pizza and beer dinner left on the kitchen table. I went to find Mitch to ask him, no tell him, to clean up after himself and now! He was in the den. I stopped, open mouthed, at the door. He sat on the couch, nude, watching a fuck-tape. He looked up at me and smiled.
"Wanna join me?"
I looked first at the screen as a huge dark prick slid rhythmically in and out a pair of mustached lips...then to where my humpy roommate sat, his cock erect and throbbing against his gut. My mood improved quickly.
I went up to my room, stripped and put on a bathrobe. I grabbed on my cock-ring and tit-clamps, grabbed a towel and going through the kitchen, a few beers. I handed him one and plopped down next to him. We watched in silence. The momentum had increased in my absence. The big cock was pounding faster and faster through the man's lips, pendulous nuts slapping wetly against the chin. A hand reached from them, gripped tightly as the cock hammered. The dick, shiny with spit, was pulled out, a hand stroked it. The mustached cock-sucker sat waiting, tongue out, wagging, begging for the burgeoning load. Close up of the bloating cock, the purpled head expanding, piss-slit spread and cum splattering the expectant face. Streaks of sperm dripped, a long strand lay across the tongue momentarily, then the cocksucker swallowed, tongue lashed out, licking the shooting prick.
A movement at my side caught my eye. Mitch with his hands at his tits. I reached into the pocket of my robe and handed him the tit-clamps. He looked at them, at me and at them again. I wasn't sure if he knew what they were. His eyes grew wide as I clamped first the left, then the right tit. I pulled lightly on the chain. His head fell back, eyes closed. His cock was quivering. Silvery pre-jizz dripped through the web of hairs. He looked ready to cum. I slipped open my robe and slipped on my cock-ring. We both settled back, watched both the film and each other jack off.
There was a man in a john, business suit, his hard cock standing out of his unzipped fly. A long, uncut cock slid through the glory hole. The man's teeth tugged and teased the loose skin. The shiny head emerging through the folds, shaft lengthened under the ministrations of the businessman. His lips surrounding the hardening meat, sucking in more and more. Hand stroking himself as he sucks the swollen shaft. The businessman, pants around his knees, shirt open, tie slung across his back, body splatter by the spurting load of cock-cream, pounding his raging hard-on. Closer and closer to shooting his wad.
"I can't hold back,"Mitch pumped himself faster, up and down. His breathing more ragged. "Gotta fucking shoot, gotta cum, oh shit..."
I pulled the chain connecting the tit-clamps. He screamed and his dick exploded. He pumped and bucked, beating himself off. Three, four, five thick spurts of cum splashed everywhere; his arms, chest, shoulder. The spasms subsided, his balls drained. He caressed his spent meat, stroking gently. Frosty-white sperm trickled in rivulets down his chest, mingled with sweat. The potent aroma aroused me. I fondled my aching nuts and watched the video. The businessman, stripped to his socks, mounted atop a man who sat naked on the toilet. He bounced up and down, fucking himself on the other guy's glistening dick, sliding in and out his ass. Hands surrounded his throbbing cock, kneading the towering flesh-pole. A fat, veiny cock is slipped through the glory hole. Lips devour the hard shaft, he can't hold it in his mouth for long, the ass-pounding he's getting gets rougher, more incessant. He is shoved to his knees. The man fucking him is getting close, long steady strokes rapidly quicken. He pulls out. His engorged fuck-meat slides along the hairy crack. He pulls the broad ass to him, a torrent of cum covers the man's back. At the same time, the guy he's been sucking is getting ready to shower his face with jism.
I was ready to blast, too. Mitch was leaning close to me, watching me pummel my balls.
"Yeah, shoot it man, pump that hot, fucking cum, gimme your hot scum-load." He was whispering close to my ear.
I glanced down, he was hard, playing with himself again. I tugged and pulled on my balls, my cock jerking back and forth across my belly, the hairs tickling my tender glans, pushing closer to orgasm. I gave my nuts a frenzied yank as I felt my climax approach. I went over the edge. My head fell back, lips open in a silent scream when my dick spit and sputtered uncontrollably as I came. Slowly, I caught my breath.
"Jesus, you always cream like that?" Mitch asked me.
I was aware of the wet, stickiness trickling down my neck, on my arm, down my torso. I looked over at him and laughed. He had been leaning near my ear when I came and a glob of spunk hit him on the cheek. He scooped it up in his hand and used it to lube his shaft. He wiped my stomach clean of most of my load and started beating off. His eyes never wavered from the screen.
A young blond lay on a bed, nude, jacking on a slender pale cock. Eyes closed, fantasizing suddenly he's in a locker room, on a bench, still bare-assed and stroking his cock. A man steps up, older, wearing a jock-strap, a whistle hangs around his neck. Coach. The man covered the throbbing mound of his jock. He watched the boy beat off. "You got a hot load of boy-scum in those balls, kid? Yeah, pump that fucker!! The boys eyes never left the bulging jock-strap. "You want it, boy? You wanna suck your Coach's cock? The long tube of his meat twisting under the tight material, straightening up. He reached inside and pulled out his hairy scrotum. He straddled the kid, slowly dropping his balls into the waiting mouth. "Oh, yeah, lick those balls, baby, work that tongue all over...ohhh, like that, yeah, c'mon, suck those hairy Coach balls.
I glanced over at Mitch. He sat, absorbed in the hot action. He smelled of sex. Sweat glistened in his hairy pits, pre-cum oozed out his swollen cock-head. His fingers twisted the chain, pulling on the clips; his tits red and distended.
The tip of the coach's prick slipped out the top of the jock. The mushroom shaped cap flared in excitement, the boy choking on the hairy sack filling his mouth. The man moved back, the boy's mouth sliding up, tongue traveling the line of the protruding vein along the fat shaft. He sucked the massive dick through the pouch. This tongue slithered along the fleshy glans, mouth trying to capture the succulent head. Suddenly it was out of reach. The man towered above him. Slowly he pulled aside the strap. He stood, his rigid dick standing out iron-stiff. He stepped forward, grabbing the base of his shaft.
"You want it, don't you boy? You wanna suck my big, hairy coach-cock? Come on, baby. Open your throat and suck that cock, yeah..., eat it. Make me cum." The boy choked on the monster prick.
Mitch was ready to shoot his load. He fast forwarded through the next few minutes until... "Oh, yeah, here it comes, baby," The big man started panting. "Gonna cum, eat it baby, fresh, hot, coach cummm......." He held his spurting prick at the open mouth. Thick custardy spunk shot into the kids mouth, along his extended tongue. He swallowed, choked...There was a strangled cry next to me. Mitch's cock erupted. He slumped back, exhausted, covered with another thick cum-load covering him. I turned back to the video just as the blond pumped his cock dry, showering the older man's back.
I debated jacking off again. Beside me, Mitch was softly snoring. Cock-cream pooled on his belly. Cautiously, I leaned over. I dipped my tongue into a puddle, looked up at him. He didn't stir. His spent prick lay nestled atop and abundant forest of dark pubic hair, a pearl of cum seeped from the tip. I slipped my mouth around it, gently sucking until my mouth was coated with his pungent fuck-cream. I quietly got up, savoring the taste, my horny cock throbbing all the way up to my room.
I was busy the next couple of days and didn't see Mitch until the weekend. I'd been out with friends and came home late Friday night. I was getting ready for bed when he came in to talk. I took of my jeans and...
"Holy shit, Phil." Mitch said under his breath.
Damn, I'd forgotten I was wearing the raunchy pair of shorts I'd used as a cum rag. There were stains all over them.
"Man, those are hot!"
He cupped the pouch, my cock responded to his touch. I stood as he massaged me to full erection. His dick was tenting his sweats. His hands pulled at my balls through the cotton. I moaned in pleasure.
"You like that, don't you? Your balls are real sensitive, aren't they?" He asked me.
I nodded in reply. "Yeah, real sensitive"
"I tried jacking off the way you did, didn't feel right. Would you show me how to do it?"
I have my most intense orgasms just playing with my balls. I lay the outside rigde of my thumb across the base of my prick, cup my balls in my hand and rest my fingers along the ridge between my legs. I sort of roll my hand around, pressing the base of my shaft and massaging the whole damn package at once.
He was naked in a flash, reclining on my bed, hand surrounding his nuts. What could I do? I got on the bed and leaned over him. I tried adjust his hand into the right position but he just wasn't getting it. His cock was hard as steel and throbbing impatiently. I was close enough to smell the aroma of his musky crotch. Pre-scum oozed in a constant stream.
"Fuck it," he cried in frustration. "Why don't you just do it for me?"
He put his arms behind his head and thrust his crotch toward me. I lay down next to him to get in a better position. I grabbed his balls the way I would have done my own. Their heat astonished me. He started groaning almost immediately.
"Oh yeah, that's right. That feels so good. Play with my nuts, make me cum."
I rubbed and pulled harder. His hard-on slapped his belly loudly, bouncing up and down. My head was close to his chest and I watched a trickle of sweat drip from his hairy pit. I licked the salty fluid, my tongue barely touching his skin. His groans filled the room.
"Make my shoot, baby, jack my hairy balls. Wanna cum, thick...hot... I'm cumming...."
I leaned over and bit on a bullet-like nipple. He jumped, nearly bucked off the bed, screamed and his dick belched. He squirmed his ass, hips flying while I fought to hold onto his nuts at the same time his dick-hose showered cum all over. I felt some of the hot-creamy fluid drip down my cheek. I squeezed the swollen pole, drained the last of his load from his balls. I sat back on my knees. I was panting as loud as he. I wiped the moisture from my cheek, licked the cooling spunk from my hand. Mitch smiled up at me. He bent towards me, hands on my thighs, lowered his face to my crotch. He kissed the pouch of my shorts, slowly up and down the length of my stiffness. His mouth opened wide, tried to envelop both balls at once but couldn't. He pulled aside the leg hole, sucked a testicle out. His mouth hot, wet, tight. His tongue routed further and soon had both my balls in his mouth. He sucked them into his mouth, pulling them roughly, then rolling them around with his tongue. He went back to my shaft. He slurped and sucked through the cotton. His mouth fastened on the cock-head while he gripped my balls tightly in his fist. I rubbed against his sucking mouth.
"Yes, oh god, yes!" I cried holding his head, pulling him closer. "Take it, take my load."
He yanked my balls just as I went over the edge. Awkwardly he got my shorts down and swallowed my tender cock. He held his lips around my spouting boner, suctioning out as much of my spunk as he could. He choked as I lunged and buried myself to the root in his mouth, pumping my cum down his throat. Finally he lay back, hands behind his head, smiled. His load still covered him. I ran my hand along his stomach, rubbing in the cooled juice. I reached up and massaged his pecs, tweaked his tit. In seconds he was stiff. I wrapped a wet hand around his hard-on. I milked him and leaned over to whisper in his ear...
"You like that? You like me stroking your big hairy, horse-cock? I bet you got another load of man-cum in those fuzzy bull-nuts, don't you?" I cupped them in my hand and squeezed for emphasis. "Yeah, big dick, man. Oozing man-slime out your great big pisshole."
My hand went further between his legs. I poked around the tight pucker, up the sweaty crack.
"Tell me what you want." I whispered.
"Suck me. I want to you to suck me off. Slowly...wanna feed you my swollen prick...along the roof of your mouth, rearing and bucking, in your throat. I want to shoot my cream in your mouth. Running down your face." His legs spread, knees bent.
"I want to suck that long, fat monster of a cock. Suck it deep into my throat." I told him. My finger had caressed around and around his sweat moistened hole.
"My ass now, " Mitch whimpered. "Your hot, wet mouth on my ass. Your tongue inside me."
"Say it again, " I egg him on. .
"I want your tongue inside me, wet and twisting up inside my hot ass. Yeah tongue fuck me!"
I knelt over him; between his legs, pushing them apart. I kissed across the globes of his butt. My tongue flicked up and down the hairy crack before attacking the winking opening. He rocked back and forth, side to side while I slurped the tight bud, it only took a few minutes before it relaxed.
"Oh yeah, eat my ass. Eat it, babe, fuck me with your tongue! You're gonna make me cum, I'm getting close."
I stopped my assault on his asshole and licked my way up between his legs. I slurped on his hairy ball-bag, sucking one goose-egg sized nut into my mouth at a time. I lay down at his side, my head in his lap. I had his balls in the strangle hold I'd used earlier. I trapped just the fat, velvet head of his prick in my mouth. I savored the taste of his dripping scum. I sucked my way down his engorged fuck-pole. I moved my other hand around his ass, a finger poised at the edge of his now gaping hole. I eased my finger in.
He growled and rammed his cock in and out of my mouth, roughly face-fucking me.
"Take it, cock-sucker. I'm gonna cream down your throat! Ugh, drink it!"
His thickened pole filled my mouth. Jets of hot liquid sprayed the back of my throat. I jammed a second finger up his ass. He flew off the bed and his dick slipped from my mouth. I was rewarded with a face full of cum before I got the spasming cock back into my mouth. I swallowed what seemed like a never ending load of jism.
My own hard-on was begging for release. I managed to get up and straddled his thighs before I started cumming. I pumped my rod, spraying him with my load before collapsing on top of him.
He was gone when I got up the next morning. On the bathroom counter there was a jock-strap with a note on it. Thanks for last night. Didn't want to wake you this morning, but I couldn't wait. Put this on and think of me. See you tonight, Mitch. It was damp. I smelled it. Shit, didn't that fucker ever get enough? After the previous night, I didn't think I could cum for another few days. I put it on. It wasn't long before I was swelling against the wet pouch.
I had some errands to run and tried not to think about him. But I was still wearing the jock, and thoughts of the night before weren't for from my mind. I got home and there was two messages from him on the answering machine...
"Hey, it's me. Just want you to know I was thinking about last night and threw me a hard-on real fast. I got a thick, creamy scum-load just aching in my balls. You're gonna be milking one big bull-dick tonight."
"Hi, me again. Where the hell are you? My dick's been half-hard all morning and since it's lunch-time I thought you might wanna meet me and chew on some hairy nuts and eat some hot, thick man-meat with a frothy mouthful of cum for dessert! Shit, man, I got one hell of a rod-on right now and I can feel the scum dripping all over my shorts! When I get home you better be there ready to stretch those cock-sucking lips of your around my big, hard dick or I'm gonna be pissed I didn't pump my balls dry right now!!!"
I was ready for him when he called again.
"You get my messages?" He asked.
"Loud and clear!" I replied.
"You gonna suck my dick? "
"Maybe." Just then I turned up the volume on the video I was watching.
Oh!! Shit, yeah, punk...ride my thick, hard, baby-maker...cause you're my baby, aren't your? Ugh, I'm close...fucking gonna...cummmm...shooting my jizz up your ass, kid. Fuck, milk that bulldick! Yeah, keep sliding full length, just like that.
Unngh, yes sir, please sir! Your fat dick feels so good. Oh yeah...punching way up into me... making me fucking cum. Oh yeah, please fuck my hot ass.
"You jacking-off?" Mitch was breathing heavy.
"Just getting ready for you."
"Yeah, well first, before you get your rocks off I'm gonna make you choke on my thick dong. Man my balls ache so bad and my dick's been leaking all day my shorts wet. You better be waiting on your knees, cause I'm gonna walk in and ram every fat, solid inch of my aching cock-meat down your throat. I'm gonna fuck your face and feed you the hottest, thickest, creamiest load of man-scum you drank in a long time! Then maybe I'll let you jack your dick off, maybe!"
"Bullshit!" I told him. "I think after I suck that horny cock of yours I'll just flip you over and spread that big hairy butt of yours and slip my tongue a few times across your tight asshole. You'd like that, huh? When you're pounding your thick cock-rod in my mouth you just think about me rimming your ass, sliding my tonuue up your tight chute! Yeah, that hot ass of yours, you'll be begging me to fuck you in no time. I'll just slide my stiff boner along that crack, maybe poke my cock-head in just to tease you before I slam it to the hilt..."
"Stop it man, shit. I gotta go." Mitch sounded too horny. "I'll be home as soon as I can."
I put down the phone, smiling. I figured he'd find some excuse to leave early. I went downstairs to wait for him. He showed up twenty minutes later. I was in the den, he walked in wearing just his shorts and a tattered pair of jockeys. His cock, hard and solid, lay trapped along his belly. He stood in front of me, legs on either side of mine. He pushed his crotch toward my face. The smell was overpowering, sweat mixed with the impatient drops of pre-cum seeping through the cotton. I could see his dark cock-head through the wet material, the veins bulging along his swollen shaft. He let out a long sigh when I finally fastened my mouth on the protruding knob. But my tongue ached to feel the velvety hot skin of his manhood. I pulled his shorts down and swallowed. He held my head and fed me his shaft, slowly inch by inch, down to the hairy root. He slid in and out only a few times before the inevitable happened.
"Take it baby, I'm gonna shoot. Eat my load, baby, eat my fucking cummmmmmmm......"
He huge cock filled my mouth and I choked on the first blast. I gripped the base of the spasming hose and held him just half-way in mouth while he pumped his creamy jizzum. I gorged myself on the sweet-pungent juice. He pulled away from me, gripped his still stiff member and rubbed the slick cum-saliva coated shaft across my face. I attacked his balls, raking my tongue across the sensitive skin, lapping the sweat bag. I licked and sucked, nosing my way further between his legs. He swung a leg over as I slipped beneath him. I played along the sensitive ridge between his legs, inching further. He rested his chest on the arms of the sofa, ass high, legs spread. I massaged the fleshy butt-cheeks. I nuzzled the furry crevice before I began my assault on his hole.