Though inspired by real people and a real situation, this story is fiction. It describes sexual acts between two consenting men. If such things offend you, you are currently not of the age of majority, or such materials are illegal where you live, don't read any further. If you're still reading: this is my first attempt at writing a story of this nature. Let me know what you think!
I was back in my hometown for the summer. I had just spent the previous year in school out of state. Despite doing fairly well in high school, my college experience was spotty at best. In and out of schools, the only thing that seemed to stick with me was my summer job. Even after everyone in my family had moved across the country, I still went back for that job; staying with friends or co-workers that I'd known for years.
This summer I was staying with Jason. We had been friends ever since middle school, and even though our friendship had waned slightly after high school, we still got on well and were close enough that staying with him for the summer wasn't at all awkward. In fact in my opinion, I couldn't have had a better living arrangement. He knew I was gay ever since high school when I came out, so by this point he was completely okay with my sexuality. Enough so that he made the lame sock-on-the-door suggestion as a joke. I told him it wouldn't be a problem since I hadn't been having much luck with guys.
That isn't entirely true, I guess. I could have a bit more "luck" if I wanted to. I mean, there have been guys who've showed interest, but they all tend to be like me: twink-like. However I'm more for the "real man" type. Like Jason. He's sort of a bear, I guess. Thickly built, he's muscular without being ostentatious like some guys with the ripped X% body fat. He has the naturally solid frame and muscle that comes from a physical lifestyle instead of going to the gym. On top of that, he's pretty hairy.
The best thing of all, though: he's got a huge, thick cock. I'd never seen it before, but there was a time where he was bragging about how he'd fucked one of our mutual friends and how "she's not going to sit down for a week." I asked him if it was because he fucked her hard or if his dick's just that big. He said both. Eventually I was able to see him buck naked. Soft, it hung down a good five inches and crazy thick already. Probably a good one and a half inches wide. His horse cock came with a matching set, too. Horse cock and bull balls.
When I started off the summer, I didn't know just how much he was packing, just had those suspicions. It wasn't too long after I arrived that he showed me first hand. I've read quite a few stories online in which a roommate struts in the buff and things snowball from there, but that wasn't the case with Jason. No real segue like that, instead I got back from work one day and like we usually did, we sat out on the porch talking for a while and just relaxed. I can't even remember what it was that we were talking about beforehand, but out of the blue he asked me, "So if I let another guy suck me off, that wouldn't make me gay, would it?" At first I was a little caught off guard. Sex of any sort was not even close to what we had been discussing, so I just stared at him dumbfounded for a moment and he continued, "I don't know, man. I've lost my mojo." Bit of an odd line, maybe, but he said it with a perfectly straight, almost concerned look.
After a moment I realized what he'd just asked me and I said, "Nah, no. I mean, just because a guy sucks you off doesn't make you gay, I guess."
His eyes lit and an almost triumphant smile grew on his face. "Reeeally," he said, still smiling. Again I assured him, a bit more forcefully, that it wouldn't make him gay. "Well that's good to know." His face still an eager smile he locked eyes with me.
"Well, was there a guy you were . . . thinking of?" I eventually got out.
"Nah, no one in particular. Just, y'know . . . " He leaned back in his chair, spread his legs a bit and rubbed his dick through his jeans. "Gotta get my mojo back, y'know? What do you think?
I never thought that he'd be asking me anything like this, but after the lead-in he gave me, I was more than willing to help him out. "Well, wouldn't make you gay. And, I don't know, I'd give you a hand I guess."
"Just a hand?" He knew it was a horribly cliche porn-type line, but apparently he couldn't help himself, but I decided that he opened the door, I'd jump through it and make myself at home.
"Always willing to lend a hand to a friend. Or, anything else, I suppose."
"Anything?" he asked, looking slightly surprised.
"Sure, why not? Come on." And with that I stood up and went into the house and down to the rec room in the basement, with Jason following shortly behind. He sat down on the couch and looked at me expectantly. "So. What then?" He smiled and stood back up and with an air of unexpected theatricality, he ripped open his shirt, straight down the middle and stood there, the epitome of masculinity. He still had his shirt on, looking more like a vest with his thick, beefy torso exposed and his arms straining the sleeves, tight like a second skin. He held out his hand and I took it. He pulled me close to him and bent his head down and started kissing me. I was not at all expecting that, thinking he'd just drop a load down my throat and be satisfied, but apparently he had a greater enjoyment of foreplay than I'd have thought, regardless of with whom. I mad my way from his mouth to his neck, kissing the five o'clock shadow that I suddenly found very alluring. He took a slow step back and sat back on the couch, his legs spread, he held me against him as I continued kissing his neck and moved down toward his chest, kissing and licking my ways down his torso as he humped his groin up towards me.
Finally I reached his groin and started to get an idea of just how massive he was, and not just his cock. Being down between his thick thighs, holding his powerful, hairy calves, I looked up at him from my position, and he seemed like a giant. His head was thrown back and his arms spread out, resting on the back of the couch and he moaned lightly as I started to get his crotch wet, sucking his meat through his jeans. And a huge piece of meat it was. Already it looked like he had a softball shoved in there, and I could tell that he wasn't even nearly hard yet. I continued my treatment of his dick through his jeans, and I felt it pulsing, getting slowly larger. Very slowly. A cock the size of Jason's couldn't just spring to attention. It definitely took a while, and I did my best to make sure that he enjoyed it. I mouthed at his cock through his jeans and my hands explored his thickly-muscled hairy body, simultaneously massaging his abs and calves, moving up and down.
After a few minutes of touching and caressing the muscle bear that was my friend, I started to lick my way up his stomach again, heading for his beefy pecs. While licking and kissing his chest, I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and he raised his hips so I could slide them off, then I made my way from his pecs to his pits. I'd never really thought about a guy's armpits much, but here in the moment it seemed like the next logical place to go, and so I did, removing the remnants of his shirt as I licked and sucked. I think Jason was just as surprised as I was because he let out a sudden moan and grabbed my head to grind my face into him. Any other time, maybe any other person, I would've felt a little awkward, but here and now it felt good. Right.
But there was another sort of good and right that he was looking for, and he let me know by slowly moving my head to his chest, slowly down his stomach, licking his hard abs on the way down to his cock. The part of him I had been the most excited to see. his hands on my shoulders pushed me so that I was face-to-face with his monster. Monster is probably the best way to describe it. Massive, thick and throbbing it was a good five or six inches long, draped down over his massive balls and resting on the couch, and it was just getting longer and thicker.
"Geeze . . . you're HUGE!" I said in awe.
He smiled down at me, lust in his eyes and he replied, "Haha, yup. Told ya." He shot me a slight wink and a big smile. "And I'm not even close. Wanna make it bigger? Wanna see how big this meat will get?" I nodded, again dumbfounded. "Well why don't you get closer. Meet my meat." He chuckled at his lame joke and I just took his words as instructions and leaned in to take it into my mouth. Already the head was thick and a steady stream of precum started to flow as soon as I had his whole head in my mouth. He tossed his head back again and spread his arms, laying back and just enjoying the feel of my mouth on his cock. "Ah yeah, man. That's nice," he said in a soft moan. "You like that? Like my meat growing in your mouth? God, I hope you like cum, because I've got a lot to give you," he said as if I couldn't tell from the precum that flowed freely from his ever-growing dick.
I knew I wanted to take him, all of him, into my mouth, but I was fairly certain that once he was at full mast that it would be nearly impossible for me to do, so I went to town on him before he could get too big. I tried to fit more of his cock in my mouth, getting as much into my throat as I could. At this point it was at least seven inches long and still pretty soft, but thick, too. It took a lot of work, but eventually I had his entire cock in my throat. "OH FUCK!" he moaned loudly. "Fuck, man! No one's ever taken that much. Ever. Keep sucking that fucker. Yeah. Take that monster. Fuck, yeah! Ohhh, you love having my meat in your throat, huh? Fuck! You love my thick man meat in you. Ohhh!" His dick was still completely lodged in my throat, but it felt like it belonged there and I swallowed and massaged his elephant cock that was now over 8 inches long and STILL soft. Soft or not, he started to cum without warning. I just felt his dick thicken and get even longer with each pulse of cum that he shot down my throat. I continued to swallow and suck his still-soft meat as he groaned and ground my face into his groin, my nose buried in his pubes as he unloaded shot after shot of thick cum. Each shot had to have lasted at least four seconds. Four seconds of cum jetting out of his cock and down my throat, and I swallowed each one greedily, and it didn't seem like he would ever stop. "Oh, fuck yeah! Swallow that load. Yeah, take my load, man. Fucking take it! Ohhhh, fuck!" I counted six huge shots that went straight down my throat, all the while I swallowed and massaged his dick and it continued to grow in my throat as he let loose. By his ninth shot, he still showed no signs of stopping and my throat was starting to feel stretched beyond its limit, so I slowly eased his huge cock out of my mouth and by the time only his head was in my mouth, he had shot another two thick ropes down my throat. I wondered where he kept all this cum, but it didn't matter. I loved every drop and he shot another five loads in my mouth before he started to lose steam. Over a minute he'd been unloading his jizz into me and it was just now starting to taper off. I swallowed as much as I could, but my stomach was feeling full from all the cum he'd already shot off, and I couldn't seem to get it down fast enough and almost half of the rest of his remaining shots dripped out of my mouth in long thick ropes.
Finally he cock stopped shooting and he lay back and groaned and moaned, satisfied as I kept licking his cock and balls, trying to get as much of his cum as possible.
"Fuck, man . . . that was incredible," he said breathlessly. "I didn't even get completely hard!" He laughed a bit and looked down at his dick, and I followed his gaze. His cock, glistening with my saliva and his cum, hung, still limp, at ten inches and approaching beer can thickness. "So what do you think?" he asked me. I was about to tell him how much I enjoyed taking his massive meat, but he continued saying, "You wanna see what I can really do with my huge meat? Not even hard yet; got a lot more to show you if you wanna." With his cum filling my stomach, I wondered how much more there could be. A lot more, it would seem.
So that's it! For now? I'll probably finish out another chapter or section, whatever.