The following is a work of fiction, all characters and events portrayed are entirely fictional. This story should only be read by adults who are legally allowed to view such materials in their local jurisdiction.
"Thank God" thought Peter, as the clock hit 6:00PM, finally it was quitting time. It had been a long and boring day at Allenby's Furniture, and he was glad to get out of there. He pitied George and Dave who were stuck there until 9:00 PM.
It had been a hot and beautiful summer day in Port Benton, lots of people, mostly tourists, strolling the streets of the oceanside town, but none really interested in mattresses or dining room sets on a beautiful day like today. The only bonus was that the store was air conditioned.
Peter stepped out into the street and was hit by a wave of heat and humidity, God he loved the summer. He strolled down the street, there were still lots of people walking around, mostly married couples and families, which did not interest Peter. The few young sexy guys definitely did interest Pete, and from time to time he would score with some young stud on vacation, but Port Benton was not usually a young person's^×particularly a young gay person^×destination of choice.
The heat and humidity caused Peter's polo shirt to stick to his chest, accentuating his muscular torso. 4 years out of high school, Peter still maintained the body he had when he was a wrestling star during his senior year. At 5'8" and 160 pounds, with short black hair and brown eyes, Peter was a very good looking guy.
As he strolled down First Ave, Peter fully intended to walk the few blocks to his apartment, have some dinner, then relax and watch the ball game on TV. But sometimes, you don't always do what you intend to do.
Peter was passing the Spinnaker Inn, and he saw a few people he knew sitting on the patio that overlooked the ocean. A cold beer on a hot day, and a chat with his friends would be a nice break from his boring routine, so Peter crossed the street and went into the Spinnaker.
One beer became 3, as Peter chatted and joked with his friends. He was in the midst of talking with Kyle Prosser, when he saw Kyle's face break into a big grin, and behind him he heard a deep voice say, "Kyle, buddy, what's up?"
"Hey Rick" said Kyle excitedly, "Wow, what are you doing here, long time no see."
Peter glanced to his left and saw a tall, tanned guy, about his age, with white blond hair, and a very sexy smile. "Damn, he's sexy" thought Peter.
"Hey man, I'm just in town seeing a few clients" said the guy, and then he turned to Peter and extended his hand. "Hi, I'm Rick Newman"
"Peter, Peter McLaren" replied Peter, as he gazed at Rick's eyes, the clearest blue eyes he had ever seen.
It took a moment for Peter to realize that he had not let go of Rick's hand, while he stared into his eyes, and when he finally let go, he noticed a sly grin on Rick's face.
Kyle invited Rick to join them, and Rick bought a round of beers while they chatted. Rick was a rep for an insurance company, and had sold Kyle his insurance policy. They talked about mostly boring stuff, Kyle always had a need to dominate the conversation, so he rambled on about his job and the new stereo system, and the piston repairs to his car. Peter was stealing quick glances at Rick, and thinking very sexy thoughts about him. Rick chatted with Kyle, but he kept turning to Pete, asking his opinion or making a comment. Every time Rick looked at Pete, he gave him a very knowing look and a smug smile, as if he was reading Peter's mind and knowing that Peter was turned on by him.
Kyle was oblivious to what was going on, and kept yakking away. Rick commented on something, then he turned to Peter and said. "So what do you think about that Peter", but at the same time he rubbed his foot against Peter's leg, causing Peter to nearly choke on his beer.
"I think it is great, really great" Peter stammered in reply and as he looked at Rick he got a knowing smile in return.
Peter's mind was racing, was Rick for real, or was he just teasing him? That question was answered seconds later.
Kyle had turned to talk to the waitress, and Rick leaned over and whispered in Peter's ear "Are you ready?" Shocked, Peter nodded. "Out front 5 minutes" whispered Rick
When Kyle turned his attention back to them and started into another story, Rick interrupted and said he had to get going, he'd had a hard day. Peter noticed that Rick was looking right at him when he said the words "hard day" Peter shuddered, this was going somewhere, somewhere good. He hoped he didn't screw it up.
Rick stood up to go, shook hands and strolled out, after giving Peter a quick wink. Peter waited a couple of minutes then told Kyle he had to get going, he didn't want to miss the ball game on TV. Kyle seemed disappointed, but Peter left. Peter felt a bit sorry for ditching Kyle, but the sorrow vanished when he stepped out front and saw that Rick was waiting for him.
Rick Newman didn't usually combine business with pleasure, but then again he didn't usually meet guys like Peter McLaren. Rick often met good-looking guys while meeting with clients or during his daily travels, but he usually didn't do any more than look, he had a business to run and a reputation to think about. On weekends and holidays, it was a different matter, he regularly indulged his sexual pursuits with young men he met in bars and other gathering spots.
When Rick met Peter he knew he was interested, and he was definitely interested in Peter. That cute twink face and the hard jock body were an instant turn-on. While Kyle rambled on with his personal trivia, he flirted with Peter, just to make sure he hadn't misread Peter's interest. Once he was sure, he suggested they leave, for somewhere more comfortable.
He didn't have to wait long at the front of the bar, Peter came out 3 minutes later, with a big grin on his face.
"My car's over here, you can give me directions." Said Rick as they walked away.
It took less than five minutes to get to Peter's place, and once they got inside, Rick put his hands on Peter's shoulders and pulled close. Peter was much shorter than Rick, so he was looking up handsome smiling face.
"You ready for some fun, buddy" said Rick in his deep sexy voice.
Peter reached out and stroked Rick's torso, Rick wasn't beefy, but his body was like steel. "Oh God Rick, I'm so hot for you, I hope you're hot for me?"
"Of course buddy, why would anyone not be hot for you?" laughed Rick as he stroked Peter's broad shoulders, and pulled him close for a kiss.
They stood there kissing in the middle of Peter's living room, kissing passionately for a minute. When they pulled apart, Peter's heart was racing, this was one of the sexiest guys he'd ever encountered, and he was right here in his apartment, this was going to be a good night.
Rick's fingers undid the buttons of Pete's shirt and roughly pulled it over his head. Rick stood back and admired Peter's muscular wrestler body. Peter had kept himself in shape since his high school wrestling days, his shoulders were broad, his pecs bulged nicely-topped with quarter sized red nips, and a dusting of brown hair. Peter had a nice flat stomach, which tapered into a V, and a little treasure trail that lead into his pants, and unknown delights
"Damn buddy, you got some fine muscle, you are one hot little stud." Rick said with admiration.
Peter practically tore Rick's shirt off and gazed at he lean, ripped torso of the tall stud. Rick had been a runner and tennis player at high school, and his body was lean and trim. Peter liked what he saw, and continued by undoing Rick's belt and yanking down his pants. Rick's plaid boxer's bulged obscenely, as his cock thickened and strained for release.
"Damn" thought Peter, "This dude is packing some serious cock"
Peter grabbed the waistband of Rick's boxers and yanked them down. The long tube of flesh that was Rick's cock swung outward and slapped Peter in the face. Peter pulled back in shock, and took a close look at the biggest cock he had ever seen.
It was huge, there was no doubt about it, and it wasn't fully hard yet. It hung between Rick's legs like a big snake, it was cut with a big head that would swell to mushroom proportions when Rick became erect. Like the rest of Rick's body, it was tanned, and the sparse white blond pubes accentuated the tan, and the massive cock. Hanging limply, Rick's cock was about as long as Peter's was when he was fully hard. The question that remained to be answered, how big was it when Rick had a hard on?
Rick reached down and undid the belt on Peter's khaki's and roughly pulled down the pants and briefs. Peter stepped out of his pants and did a little pirouette to show off his body. Rick liked what he saw, the muscular upper body was complimented by the lower have. Peter's firm calves, and thick thighs harkened back to his wrestling days, when he would use his powerful legs to knock his opponents off balance using his legs as leverage. The muscular legs led to a pert bubble butt that Rick assumed he would soon be splitting with his monster cock. Peter also sported a 7 inch, thick cock, which jutted from his groin with a small trimmed bush of brown pubes. 5'8 and 155 pounds of well packed muscle, with that cute twink face and nice pouty lips, what's not to like?
They both stood there for a couple of seconds, gazing at the naked flesh before them, then Rick walked toward the couch and beckoned for Peter. Peter walked to him, in a bit of trance. He stopped and stood before Rick who was sitting with his long legs splayed open, the mighty cock gained size.
"Do you like what you see Peter?" asked Rick. Peter could only nod his head and murmur something unintelligible.
"I want you to kneel down and show me how much you like what you see" said Rick in his deep sexy voice
Peter walked to Rick and knelt, he leaned his head forward, grasping the cock with curled fingers, as Rick grabbed the back of his head and pushed him towards the his cock.
Eagerly, Peter's mouth found the velvet knob and slipped over it like a warm wet glove, his tongue caressing and circling. Slowly, almost lazily, Peter began sucking, his lips sliding up and down the column of flesh, his saliva bathing it as he nursed, his beardless cheeks hollowing with each delightful tug.
As the pleasure mounted, Rick began working his hips in rhythm with Randy's oral strokes, pushing upward as his head descended, and retreating as his lips slid up the throbbing prick.
"Goddamn, buddy" gasped Rick, "You are fuckin excellent"
Peter gave a little murmur in recognition of the praise, and as if seeking to prove his ability, he drew back until only the meaty head of Rick's cock was held captive in his mouth. Then, sucking with quick pulls, he flicked his tongue back and forth across the sensitive tip, while his hands worked between Rick's thighs, gently manipulating his egg sized balls and teasing his anus.
There was a wet slurping sound as Peter pulled his mouth off Ricks engorged prick, and began kissing his way up Rick's ripped abs and tanned torso, all the way up until he was kissing his face. The two men kissed passionately for a few minutes, until Rick pushed him away.
"Get back on that cock, I'm almost there" he ordered. Peter obediently returned to Rick's rock hard prick, and with a loud slurp he swallowed it into his mouth. Peter slid his lips down to the thick base, his head bobbed up and down, while Rick writhed from the pleasurable feelings he was receiving.
Peter increased the pace of his sucking, and tightened his mouth around the long fat cock. Rick gave a mighty roar, clamped his hands tightly on the back of Peter's head, and poured forth his load. into Peter's greedy mouth. 5 copious spurts of cum poured into Peter's greedy mouth, so much that he had to swallow a few times to take it all. Once Rick had depleted his balls he pulled his cock out of Peter's mouth, while Peter sat back and gazed at the biggest and most beautiful cock he had ever laid eyes on.
"Damn, buddy" exclaimed Rick, "You are a master at sucking cock"
Peter chuckled and smiled "I was inspired by that beautiful piece of meat you're packing"
Rick beckoned to Peter, and he climbed up on the couch beside the beautiful blond, and they made out passionately, their tongues wrestling as the kissed. In the midst of the make out session, Peter felt something hard slap against his abs, sparing a second to glance down, Peter saw that Rick's massive cock was growing again.
As they made out, Peter felt Rick's hands on his butt, and then a finger started to tease his hole. The good feelings caused Peter to shudder and moan with pleasure. But Peter also felt a bit of fear, surely Rick wasn't planning on fucking his ass with that huge cock, it wasn't possible.
Rick came up for air and gazed into Peter's beautiful brown eyes "Lets go to the bedroom, it'll be more comfortable there."
Peter lead the way, and as he looked over his shoulder he saw Rick following, his big cock jutting out from his body like the gun on a battleship.
They entered the bedroom, and Peter turned to gaze again at Rick's amazing tower of flesh. Peter was no stranger to getting fucked, he had lost is virginity years ago, and reveled in the feeling of a man's cock in his ass, but this was no ordinary cock, it was way bigger than any he'd ever taken in his butt, or even dreamed about.
Rick stood there and watched with amusement, this was typical, guys would be all hot and horny for him, but once they saw his cock, they became a little reluctant to be fucked. But Rick made his living as a salesman, so it was usually not a problem to close the deal, and he didn't anticipate Peter would back out.
Rick grabbed his cock and slapped it against the palm of his hand, which startled Peter.
"So Peter, I think you're man enough for the monster, don't you?" said Rick in his seductive voice
"I want it, but I'm not really sure I can handle it" stammered Peter
"Don't you worry, I've done it with lots of guys, I know how to do it, nice and slow" reassured Rick
Peter pondered for a moment, then he figured, nothing ventured, nothing gained. "Okay, let's do it, get up on the bed on your back"
Rick chuckled and strolled to the king-sized bed, that hadn't been hard at all.
Peter scrambled to the night table to grab the lube, then onto the bed and knelt by Rick's feet, once again staring at the magnificent cock, and wondering if he was making a big mistake. But there was no time to 2nd guess himself, Rick was nudging him into a 69 position. Peter began to nurse the massive 9 inch long, 6 inch thick rod, as he felt Rick's long fingers pry his ass cheeks apart. He was trying to think positively and relax his body, but with his jaw stretched wide over this massive cock, he was starting to get worried he was going to be split open.
Rick had nice long, thin, fingers, and they were excellent for probing a man's ass. First he squirmed his middle finger up Peter's ass, and twisted it around, then he added a second finger, and wiggled it around in Peter's tight ass. He found the prostate and stroked it, which elicited shudders and moans from Peter. 2 fingers became 3, which became 4, and Rick twisted and turned them to stretch Peter to the limit. After 20 minutes of prep, while Peter nursed his cock, Rick decided it was time.
"Okay buddy, time to see what kind of a man you are." He proclaimed.
Peter scrambled to his knees, his faced flushed with lust.
"Okay Rick, you're the biggest I've ever seen, by far, so we got to do this easy, I don't want to be maimed" said Peter breathlessly. "Now you lie back, and don't move"
Rick smiled and laid back on the bed, it couldn't have gone better, the little stud was going to do all the work.
Peter squatted over Rick, he reached down and grabbed the long thick cock, once again disbelieving the size of the massive cock. Peter felt the head bumping against his hole, this was it.
Rick watched in amazement as the jock wrestler, impaled him self on his cock, the facial expressions were priceless. Peter slowly lowered himself, grunting with exertion as he was stretched wider than imaginable.
"Oh my God" thought Peter, "He's splitting me open" It wasn't really painful, but he was being stretched wider than he ever imagined.
Peter looked down and saw Rick lying there, arms behind his head, a satisfied look on his face. Every muscle in Rick's body was tense, his abs popped out in high relief.
Peter went lower and lower, every minute taking another inch, until he had about 7 inches in his ass, about the biggest he had taken previously, but then he felt down beneath his ass and realized there was more than 2 inches left to take.
Rick reached up and grasped Peter's hips "Let's go, all the way buddy" and with that he pulled Peter all the way down on his cock.
"Oh my fucking God" shouted Peter as the meaty rod plunged into his guts. Everything was spinning around, Peter gasped for breath as the big cock stretched his hole wide.
"Lean back buddy" said Rick, as he pushed Peter's chest and guided him backwards, so that Peter was now lying on his back, and Rick was kneeling above him, his thick cock still embedded in Peter's ass.
Rick could tell from the muffled whimpering that Peter had never had a cock this big before, and his cock was definitely "broadening Peter's horizon"
"Shit" groaned Peter, "you've got a big dick"
Rick laughed, "and you've got a nice tight ass"
Peter flexed his ass muscles which squeezed Rick's cock and caused him to moan. Rick leaned forward and kissed Peter, his belly trapping Peter's thick cock between their bodies.
"You ready to get fucked" asked Rick, to which Peter merely groaned in reply
And then he started, first with long slow strokes, pulling almost all the way out of Peter's ass, then burying it balls deep again. After a while he switched to short fast strokes, with the head of his cock brushing Peter's prostate each time, driving Peter wild with lust. For a little variety he would grind his hips twisting Peter's hole ever wider. Rick's height, and long cock, allowed him to lean forward and kiss Peter, while continuously fucking him with rabbit like speed. Peter's arms wrapped around Rick's neck, his legs wrapped around his back, as they kissed with fierce tenderness.
The room echoed with moans, groans, and murmurs of "Oh my god" "That's so good", and "Oh yeah", while the headboard smacked against the wall. They were making a lot of noise, and were probably waking up the neighbors, but they didn't really care at that point.
Rick had fucked a lot of guys, but few had provided such a good fuck as Peter was. His muscular body writhed under the pounding it was taking from Rick's massive log. The walls of Peter's ass flexed and squeezed Rick's cock, sending waves of pleasure through Ricks body. It was becoming too much for Rick, it just felt so good.
Peter was almost breathless with pleasure by this point, he was experiencing the best fuck he had ever received. When he had first squatted down on Rick's thick 9 inch python, there had been pain and discomfort, and he had doubted he would be able to cope with this giant pillar of flesh, but not now.
It would have been wonderful if the fucking could continue forever, but all good things must come to an end. Peter felt is first, the rustling in his gut as the orgasm built up, his guts flexed and then he shot, 4 powerful spurts sprayed out on to his rippling belly and his bulging pecs.
That proved to much for Rick, as Peter's ass gripped his cock as tight as a fist and milked it, and then Rick shot. He felt the cum rushing through his body and he shot three spurts into Peter.
Peter lay there mesmerized as he looked up at Rick's face, which had contorted and turned beet red as he approached orgasm, and the look of bliss which passed over him after he shot.
As they came down from the high of their orgasm, Rick slowly collapsed, he was completely drained, literally and figuratively. He lay with his head on Peter's chest, listening to his fiercely beating heart and his own ragged breathing.
Peter had never felt better in his life, he lay there wallowing in the pleasure, emitting a slight groan as Rick's softening cock popped out of his ass.
They lay there for a while, making out a bit, but mainly just savoring the wonderful sex they had had. They were soaked in sweat for the rigors of their coitus, and sticky with cum, so Peter suggested a shower.
Peter thoroughly enjoyed the feel of Ricks big hands washing every inch of his body, and Rick was polite enough to ask how his ass felt. Rick also enjoyed watching Peter kneel to wash his feet, and take a few licks at his cock while he was down there.
They slid into bed, and Peter had the most contented nights sleep he had ever had. In the morning Rick had to leave, he had a business to run. Peter watched from the window as he got into his car and drove away, he wondered if he would ever see him again?