"Ok, I got one," Jack said, idly scratching at his barely-covered crotch. "What's the difference between a chestnut and a walnut?"
Taking a hit from the bong in my hand, I shrugged my shoulders at my friend.
"How long you edge!"
The punchline took me a second but as soon as it hit, I nearly started choking on the smoke in my throat.
"That's hilarious, dude," I said, slapping Jack on his back.
My best friend and I were kicking back at my place after a long workout session together at the gym. Jack was shirtless and in very skimpy gym shorts, which left exposed the hairy and muscular extent of his legs. His naked pecs and shoulders looked incredible in the low light of my living room, and I loved to see his shit-eating grin and gorgeous blue eyes beneath his jet-black hair. I was happy to be so comfortable with him, the two of us entirely past that awkward incident where I'd come onto him. Knowing that I wasn't going to make a pass again, Jack was even chill with me walking around in nothing but a tight jockstrap now that we had finished working out.
"Alright," Jack said. "You're next."
He threw back his frosty Budweiser can and motioned for me to pass him the bong. The place stunk to high heaven, both from the grassy smell of the ganja as well as the funk wafting from us extremely sweaty college jocks. My nostrils flared each time Jack moved, picking up distinct aromas from his various body parts: the redolent tang from his balls, the herbaceous bouquet from his armpits, even the faint but yeasty smell of his breath. My own blend of man-stank rose from my frame, turning up my essentially constant horniness to a more insistent notch. Adjusting my jock pouch, I watched as Jack's eyes flicked down for a second. I smiled at my friend.
"What's thick and creamy and falls from the sky?" I said.
Before I could finish, the door opened and Buck walked in wearing a knitted poncho, some flowy pants, and a pair of Birkenstocks. My roommate looked as stunning as ever, his wild hair curling into horn-like ringlets, his tousled beard looking perfectly disheveled, his fiery eyes scanning everything around him, his impeccable lips parting ever so slightly to show off his wolf-like teeth. Jack and I raised our beers to Buck, who promptly shucked his clothes, as he always did the second he came home. He padded over, his balls and dong jiggling, then leaned over to grab the bong from the table.
Buck stood with his sensational loins just at Jack's eye level as he lit my large glass water pipe and sucked in a huge hit of smoke. My roommate's cock dangled in front of my best friend's face, looking like the thickest pipe of meat in creation encased in the most exquisite foreskin imaginable. Buck's gargantuan nuts dangled so low they were halfway to his knees and a fine sheen of ball juice was beginning to coat his dickhead. Straight as he was, Jack was unable to shift his gaze away from that crazy hot crotch scene and I noticed he was running the tip of his tongue ever so slowly across his lips.
My roommate blew out an enormous cloud of smoke, which ran over his hunky, hairy body and then billowed out across me and Jack. Even if we hadn't been supremely stoned already, that exhaled haze alone would have been enough to send us into the stratosphere.
"Thanks," Buck said, winking and clicking his tongue. He shook his mouthwatering sausage with one hand and then disappeared into his room.
My hole was twitching like crazy by this point, my ass basically ready to take all manner of dong. Jack looked at me with a huge smile plastered across his face. "Dude," he said. "Looks like you've got some pressing business to attend to." I started to protest but my friend just stood up and started grabbing his stuff. He gave me an extended hug, taking the opportunity to press our semi-hard dicks together and then smack my jock-covered ass while laughing. "Get some, man!"
After Jack disappeared, I took one more hit from the bong for courage and then slowly walked down the dimly-lit hallway toward's Buck's room. My innermost depths felt the pulsing pull of my roommate calling to me across the night. I wasn't surprised to find him standing in front of his altar, his pornstar physique bathed in soft candlelight, a large half-smoked joint pinched between his fingers. He smiled as I came in.
"Welcome, Walsh," he said. "Let's find out what you've learned."
I took my place by his side, shucking my jock and knowing without conscious effort that a momentous moment had come. Looking at the altar, I saw feathers and amulets, tree branches and carved animals, precious stones and cones of incense. A mirror sat behind the beautiful horned effigy and, off to the side, dangled Buck's enigmatic antlers.
"Each of us figures out what he needs about the world in his own way," my roommate said in his resounding voice. He handed me the joint. "What is the essence of your understanding?"
Inhaling a huge hit, I let the pot smoke settle in my mind. Every fiber in my being was crying out for Buck to take me, to overwhelm and possess my body, to smack my face with his supreme sausage, shove it down my throat, and then fuck me as hard as possible until I nearly passed out. But I stood still. Words came unbidden to my tongue.
"There is nothing but what is. The flow, the feeling. We can try to act contrary to our natures, or we can allow ourselves to live them to their fullest. Each of us already knows how to be. We simply have to listen to ourselves."
Buck's cock twitched and started to rise. The dripping of his nut juice steadily increased. His nostrils flared as he grinned at me in the mirror, his astoundingly demonic eyes fixing me with their sensual gaze. His pits were ripe with a thousand scents; sandalwood and blackthorn, sagebrush and alder, laurel and winterhazel, cedar and fresh soil. The smells of an entire pharmacopeia rose from his hide: artemisia, papapver, nicotania, sativa, datura, vinifera, brugmansia, methysticum, coffea, lophophora, psylocibe, and so many more that I couldn't catalogue the overwhelming blast of his spirit.
"Can you tell me," Buck said. "Aries' dominant element?"
His huge-dicked friend had banged me six ways from Sunday while wearing a crown of ram's horns. The carnal episode had been incredibly hot and my hole spasmed just from the memory. I knew that in the zodiac, Aries was the first astrological sign of the year, and that it was represented by fire. Aries the man had certainly been domineering but, underneath, I had sensed his mellifluous nature. There was also the incredible quantity of gushing cum he'd produced upon orgasm.
"Aries is water," I said, and Buck smiled.
"What about Farley?"
The items on my roommate's altar stood out to me. My eyes fell on an amethyst crystal, brilliant and purple, almost glowing in the candlelight. The word amethyst came from the ancient Greek a- methustos, meaning not intoxicated. It had been used in those days as a talisman to ward off drunkenness, a method of grounding. That had been Farley for me, my first true foray into this new reality.
"Farley is earth," I said.
Buck turned towards me with his incandescent gaze.
"And what are you, Walsh?"
That answer had already been given to me during one of my earliest encounters with Buck. No matter how hard I tried, I always would see things through the lens of facts and figures, science, language, history, and logic.
"I am air."
My roommate took his crown of antlers and slowly lowered it onto his head.
"And what am I?"
I looked at him, resplendent in his full glory, his muscles bulging, his tattoos shining, his every facet perfect and radiant and gleaming even in the darkness of his room.
"You are fire."
Buck came forward. I felt heat rising in my chest. He wrapped me in his arms. My wang was stiff as a flagpole. He brought his head forward. His dong was dripping ball sauce all over mine. He kissed me, and our boundaries melted away.
We made out for an eternity, our bodies pressed together with urgent need. Buck's skin felt electric as he rested his hands in the small of my back, rubbed up towards my shoulders, and then grabbed my ass in a forceful grip while sticking his tongue down my throat. My cock slipped in and out of its foreskin, which was lubricated with an ungodly amount of pre-cum, both mine and my roommate's, the man-flow emanating from our loins and making its way down our hair-covered legs. Galaxies and nebulas spun behind my eyelids as Buck continued to kiss me, letting me know that the two of us were headed to a cosmic place.
He pulled back, reached down, and jacked my hard dong for a moment, sending waves of unimaginable pleasure undulating through my frame. Taking some of our combined nut juice, he pressed a finger to my forehead, anointing me with our mutual sex slick.
"You are present with me in this sacred space," Buck said. "Let us enjoy our rites." He began to recite a litany:
The wilderness is his shrine The elements are at his call By day he is the sun At night he rides upon the winds For all things wild and liberated are in his keeping All things of beauty and freedom delight him He is the Ancient One His faces outnumber the stars He is the Horned One of uncountable names He is Cernunnos Lord and Sire of the Universe
I listened as my roommate and lover offered this prayer. My mind was taken to a place beyond time. There was nothing in existence besides Buck, his gargantuan cock and balls, and the desperate demand inside my body to receive his enormous bequest. We made our way over to the bed, where Buck threw my torso down over the mattress and started eating my ass. It was amazing. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as his tongue found its way into my rear, reaching places I'd never known existed and causing ripples of bliss to radiate through my physique. My hairy cheeks clapped around his bearded face and my hand reached back of its own accord to shove his nose ever deeper. Buck was my everything, the instrument of my pleasure and the means of its fulfillment. I felt entirely enraptured by his unparalleled analingus as the glossolalia of a frenzied worshiper escaped from my lips.
After spitting on my hole and smacking my butt, that incredible sex maestro spun me around and pushed my head towards his crotch. His monumental member sailed straight into my throat and he instantly began railing my face with his prodigious pipe. His titanic nuts whapped me repeatedly across the chin and every so often he would pull his immense schlong from my mouth and wallop me across the cheeks with it. Being battered by that baton was among the greatest revelries in my life, surpassed only by the moments when he would cram his cock into my craw and face-fuck me with hedonic abandon. Several times, he moved my head down even lower and impelled me to toss his salad, rubbing his delectable hole all over my tongue. While savoring the superb flavor of his ass, I thought about how lucky I was to have a lover like Buck.
He pulled me up and made out with me again, pinching my nipples as he rubbed our wet bodies together. Buck's magnificent mushroom pressed into my abs, his shaft so thick it could have housed a dozen Smurfs. He covered my nose with his armpit, allowing me to inhale its inebriating scent as I buried my nostrils in the dense hair found there. Pushing me back onto the bed, he mounted my face and began to pound my throat again with his powerful thrusts. Wang tang poured over my tonsils and tongue, tasting of black cherries and poppy latex and pure mountain streams that ran over mossy rocks. He grabbed a fistful of my hair as he rode me, bucking like a cowboy holding on for dear life atop a raging bull. He spit in my face and then reached back to finger my hole, which was open and ready to take him to the root. My dick strained with delight as he wrapped his fingers around it and tugged at my dong end in a steady rhythm.
Buck paused and pulled back. He slithered his sweaty body down against mine and embraced me in a tight hug. Slowly, he traced his fingers over my keyed-up hide, forming the most sensual and arousing figures. While planting soft kisses on my lips, he murmured sweet sentences and then looked into my eyes.
"I love you, Walsh," he said.
My heart's wings fluttered. "I love you too, Buck."
My fiendish roommate grinned as he repositioned himself on top of me. With one hand, he jacked our sodden cocks together. Using his knee, he pried apart my legs. The gargantuan end of his colossal dong was pressed against my aching hole. The ring of my sphincter burned with ardent desire. As my ass spasmed, I felt the flaring tip of Buck's schlong slip ever so slightly inside me. My puck was stretched to unimaginable dimensions. Breathing heavily, I thought about how this was the biggest cock I'd ever taken.
Buck didn't even have to shift his hips forward. All on its own, my raging rear opened itself up to his magnificent dong. Inch after inch of his stupendous fuck stick slid into my back end. My ass was enraptured, taking his immense offering with ease. As he plumbed my fundament, I felt like this tremendous experience might never end. I wanted Buck to sink into me forever, to plug me with his massive prong and then empty his heavy balls inside me again and again and again. All at once, I felt his nutsack rubbing against my crack. My roommate had buried himself to the hilt inside my hole. Dripping with sweat, he brought his antler-crowned head forward and kissed me again.
"You're amazing," he said, leaning back.
He began to pound me in a steady rhythm, a perfect rutting motion that drove his orgasmic organ in and out of my ass. Moments later, he had mounted me, pressing my legs down over my head as he started fucking me in earnest. His muscles gleamed as he worked up to a faster pace, banging the hell out of me with his expert thrusts. Ball spit leaked from my dick tip, sending splashes of pre-semen over my abs and chest and coating Buck in a fine sheen of I-can't-believe-it's-not-nut. Our combined smells were overwhelming, earthen and vegetal at the same time, and I reached up to lick the salty triangle of my roommate's armpit as he screwed me ever more forcefully.
By this point, Buck was half-animal, sending waves of insane pleasure radiating from my butt to the rest of my frame with each sensational slam of his tremendous beast. I was lost, gone from this plane of existence and sent to a realm above the stars, whimpering while watching his horns as he bred me. My mind could barely think but my body knew that all it wanted was the exquisite experience of Buck's weighty sac whapping against my ass as his thick pipe repeatedly sunk its way into my ardent antechamber. My hole was so slick, completely soaked as he allowed his long dong to slip nearly all the way out and then thrust it forward again with enough power to light up the universe. Buck was a god, and I was going to be his forever.
He grunted as he fucked me, occasionally pressing his fingers into my mouth or slapping my face. We both spit on each other as Buck worked himself into a frenzy, groaning and moaning as his dank armpits dripped sweat all over me. I was pretty sure I had cum by this point given the excessive quantity of boggy bodily fluid covering our stunning physiques but my rational mind was nowhere to be found, completely unable to keep track of events as I surrendered myself to my roommate's lustful thrusts. His massive hog was moving so fast in and out of my asshole that it felt like one single multi-dimensional sensation unbounded in time or space. If I had been able to see us from the outside, I would have sworn we were glowing.
Covering my mouth with his palm, Buck bucked his hips against mine. My eyes were dripping tears of ecstasy as my cock began to fire in earnest. With my prostate stimulated beyond measure, I achieved a celestial orgasm. Globs of dong sauce shot from my piss slit, hot white sheets of skeet that sunk into every crevice of my hide. Buck flipped me around and started pounding me doggy style as I continued to cum, my heavenly erection spouting geysers of ball gunk that repeatedly covered my face. The emanations were so profuse that I was sure they couldn't keep going, yet there was another spurt and then another, a boundless discharge that spewed forth as long as Buck kept pounding.
I could feel my ass muscles clenching and knew that was going to send him over the edge as well. While he managed to maintain himself for an impressive span, his own breath was coming out in heavy pants. After one final thrust, where he pressed his ridonkulous mastodong farther inside me than ever before, I heard Buck howl and felt the first hot dollop of cream flood my tunnel. He pulled at my hair as he emptied his huge balls inside me, ever-loving spoonfuls of sticky semen coating my inner reaches. As the splooge came flooding out my hole, Buck pulled out his monstrous bazooka, which proceeded to continue cumming as he brought it up to my face. He shoved the firing end straight into my mouth and proceeded to nut down my throat, allowing savory dick sauce to run over my tongue. I was in nirvana by this point, my dick still eliciting a few final squirts of ball butter as Buck's salacious seasoning dripped from both ends of my body. Finally, we were both spent. We crashed down on the bed in each other's arms.
Buck stroked my cum-drenched hair as I nuzzled against his hairy wet chest. We both reaffirmed our vows of love and desire to one another as we began to drift off to sleep. Held in his amazing embrace, I knew that Buck was going to show me ever greater vistas of pleasure. And I now felt ready for anything that was to come.
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