The Gradual Bloomer

The Gradual Bloomer

Chapter 6

Paul left a few minutes before 10 p.m., fully loaded and with a big smile on his face. John and I were in need of more hot sex. Topping Paul was good, but getting fucked is what both of us needed now. Without negotiation, John was on the bed with his legs in the air and the lube bottle in his hand. "Fuck me!" was his simple direction. My leaking dick agreed readily.

As many loads as I'd pounded up Paul's eager hole, I still had a big load waiting for John. But, I had to be sure that he was ready for me. With his knees pressed into his chest, I swooped in and ate him out. I could taste my previous loads, even though Paul had done a good job of felching John. However, as deeply as I'd pumped my loads into John earlier, I could probably eat more of my jizz from his sweet ass into the next day.

Within a minute, John was begging for bigger, deeper action. My tongue wasn't going to satisfy his yearning, so I rose to my knees and pressed against his back door. His need to get fucked was immediate. He grabbed my hard dick and impaled himself on my black scimitar. "You sure you don't need lube before we get going?" I asked.

"Yeah, I probably do, but I need that huge horsedick up my butt first," he moaned with pleasure. "I'm always amazed and pleased that you're so well hung and so good at fucking. He handed me the lube bottle. I stroked some on to my pistoning dick. That was enough to make him happy as I felt his hands on my ass, pulling me deeply inside him. "Fuck, yeah! I've needed this from the moment Paul arrived as I watched your big dick fucking and breeding him. I was so envious!"

"Same for me when you were pumping his ass," I agreed. "He was getting your big dick and some sweet cream that I was entitled to," I laughed.

"Well, you'll get more as soon as you breed me," he countered.

His fingers worked on my erect nipples, a direct connection to my balls and dick. "You know you'll get my load too soon if you keep that up," I promised.

"I've had worse things happen to me," he laughed.

Less than a minute later, I was loading his beautiful, muscle ass again. My climax hit me hard, harder than any climax I'd had with Paul. This guy really knew how to take dick. I couldn't stop fucking him. My climax was over and I still needed to fuck!

But, all good things must end. Well, at least this good thing was ending. I knew John was going to breed me next and I really needed it.

I pulled out and assumed the position he was in. He figured out immediately what my needs were. And he repeated my rimming of his ass with his tongue up my butt. He didn't last as long as I did, but I was very much down with a brief rimming, because it was followed immediately by a big dick in my lubed hole. "Yeah, John," I crooned. "Fuck that black ass and breed it like you mean to make babies with me."

"If only we could," he sighed. "The only drawback would be not being able to fuck you during the last month or so of your pregnancy," he giggled. "However, that would leave more time and opportunities for you to fuck me!"

"Just do it!" I begged. "I need your nutt!" My hands on his ass pulled him into me, allowing him a scant inch of room to pump his fat dick.

John hit his climax suddenly, surprising both of us. "Fuck!" he bellowed as his climax hit. "FUCK!" he shouted again and again in time with each squirt of his cream into me. I rode him as hard as he rode me. I couldn't get enough!

Monday at work was a blur of meetings and restoration work. I hit the gym at my regular time, but the place was packed with men and women starting their week off right. Jason was there and we tried to hook up, but there was no place we could go to get it on. We even tried the back side of the locker room, but we were interrupted both time. So, that went nowhere, too. Sadly, he informed me that his boyfriend with the big dick didn't want to play in a three-way. But, Jason promised that he was up for another tryst with me anytime we could find some privacy. Happily, he had his test results, showing his negative status.

Tuesday was no better. Again, the place was busy. Both of the men who wanted to play on Sunday refreshed their interest in my dick, but that had to be postponed as well. This was making me cranky!

I called John from work on Wednesday and asked him if he wanted to come over to my apartment for some pizza and some hard fucking. He quickly agreed. The gym on that afternoon wasn't as busy as the previous two days, but I struck out again. I got my dick up Jason's ass, but didn't get to breed him. We got interrupted. I tried again and nearly shot my load, but once more "coitus interruptus!" DAMN!

I stopped at a take-and-bake pizza place on my way home. My dick was causing all kinds of stares in the shop. Frustrated from not being able to nutt in Jason's ass and the anticipation of fucking and getting fucked by John led to a semi-stiff manhood that refused to deflate. None of the men there interested me, nor did the women, although one of them backed into me as she left the counter. She gave me a big smile, but I ignored her. She left in a huff.

At my apartment, I shed my clothes and cleaned out. I knew John was going to pump several loads up my ass and I wanted to be ready. After preheating the oven, I waited. When the doorbell rang, I raced to the door naked. John greeted me with a smile and a laugh. "You are one horny fuck this evening!" I pulled him inside and shut the door behind him. He fell to his knees and sucked my dripping dick into his warm mouth. I nearly shot my load on the spot!

"This needs to go up your bubble butt," I insisted, pulling away from his amazing blowjob. I took his hand and led him into my bedroom. I grabbed the lube and landed on my back on the bed. John shed his clothes quickly and joined me. "Sit on it!" He lubed his hole and most of my pole. John slowly impaled himself.

"Fuck, you are randy tonight. You're so fuckin' hard!" he said.

"And frustrated and backed up," I added. "I haven't shot a load since last night in bed. You can see the trails of jizz on my pillow."

He checked out my pillow and smiled. "You do shoot hard," he allowed. "When you cum in my ass, I can always feel you spraying your load."

"Well, then, you're gonna feel this one," I moaned. "I can't hold back." It had been less than 30 seconds from the time he sat on my dick until now. I needed to breed a man!

"Yeah, Adam! Breed my white ass. Knock me up!" And I did my best. I pounded his hole, pumping in huge sprays of man juice deep inside him. When my climax waned, I had to keep fucking. This was so good. I couldn't stop. And my dick didn't wilt like is usually does. Within two more minutes, I hit another climax. I have no idea how much sperm I shot into him (if any), but the climax was as mind blowing as the first one. "You shot again?" he asked incredulously. I nodded, incapable of forming words after a climax that big.

My dick finally wilted and John pulled off. In one swift motion, he had my knees into my chest again. That's gotta be one of my favorite positions. His tongue and lips ate at my hole, but I couldn't wait. I pulled him up and kissed him, guiding his hard dick to my randy hole. John quickly added lube and plunged in. FUCK! That felt good: a wide, long, bareback dick going deep. My dick was starting to revive again at the pleasure John was giving me.

He fucked me for several minutes at a very slow pace. Usually, I'm heading for a big load in my ass as soon as possible, but this evening, I needed to get fucked at a leisurely pace by a big dick on a big man with big muscles. The more we kissed, the better his big dick felt inside me. I sensed his breathing quicken as we kissed more ardently. His climax was building.

"FUCK!" he said into my kissing lips. "Cumming!" he bellowed.

"Give it to me," I begged. "Get way up in there, John and fill me up!"

He fulfilled my request beautifully. After his climax, he leisurely fucked me until his dick wilted and he slipped out. "That's my kind of before dinner appetizer," he sighed contentedly.

"Yeah, that sure works for me," I agreed.

"You really shot twice into me?"

"Well, two big climaxes, anyway. I don't know if I had much sperm the second time," I admitted.

I put the pizza in the oven and waited naked in the kitchen. Not one to pass up an opportunity, I ate out John's ass as he bent over the kitchen counter. Again, my dick got hard, so I had to fuck him again. John was kind enough to repeat the maneuver in my ass. He didn't pull out until the timer on the oven sounded.

After making pigs of ourselves and consuming a small salad, we went back to the bedroom and bred each other again. We napped for about 30 minutes before fucking again.

"Are you ready for your fitting on Friday," John asked.

"Oh, yeah! I'm pumped about how I'll look in a tux," I admitted. "Do you think he'll want us to fuck him again?"

"Duh!" he laughed. "You better believe it. He has a thing for big dicks up his butt, although he may not be ready for you, yet."

"What time are we supposed to be there?" I asked.

"Sometime in the afternoon, he expects us. But, I won't be able to make it until six or so. Don't wait on me to arrive. If he wants to fuck before I get there, go for it. But, please don't make any decision on how it fits and looks on you until I get there. The tux is the most important thing, but the suits, shirts, and slacks need to be right, too."

Thursday was a good day at the gym. I finally got to fuck Jason and he bred me as well. After I showered up again, one of my Sunday men walked into the shower. He checked me out, smiled, bent over and spread his ass. His hole looked like it had some use, which made me happy. I wanted his ass, but didn't want to hurt him.

The sauna was busy, but the steam room wasn't. He backed up on to my hard dick and gobbled up the full length. "Oh, fuck, that's good," he moaned. "I haven't had a dick this big up my ass in weeks. I'm so glad you wanted to fuck me."

"The first time I saw you, I knew I wanted to tap that pretty ass," I said. "I'm glad we finally connected." I was taking him doggie style and he had his hands on my ass, pulling me into him at a faster and faster pace.

"Fuck me, Man! I don't wanna get interrupted before you breed me," he whispered.

I did my best to race toward a climax. His ass was talented and cooperative. Within two more minutes, I was loading his ass with my ball gravy. He loved it. When I pulled out, he cleaned off my dick. With that accomplished, I turned him around and ate my load out of his ass. I didn't get much because I'd shot so deep and because we got interrupted before I could really get into it.

"We gotta do this again," he urged. I smiled and nodded. He was definitely worth a second spin around the block. Being a size queen, I wasn't interested in his average dick sliding up my butt. And he didn't seem to be interested in my ass, other than to hang on to it while I was fucking and breeding him.

Friday, I skipped the gym after work. John had promised that after the tuxedo fitting that we'd go to dinner and then back to his place for some sperm swapping. If we had the time and inclination, we might work out in his home gym. I doubted that the last part was going to happen. John is as hot for big dick as I am. I can't believe I took so long to find out how good it is to get fucked and fuck by a man.

Friday afternoon, I was eager to get to the men's shop and try on my tux. Alex was waiting on another customer, but he smiled and waved at me. "I'll be with you in few minutes, Adam," he said with genuine affection. "Take a seat over there," he pointed toward a small lounge area with coffee, tea, cookies, and water bottles. I took a water bottle and sat down.

The gentleman he was waiting on was in his 60s probably, but the suit he was trying on fit his lean frame perfectly. Alex talked him into a couple of dress shirts and ties to go with the suit. "You make perfect clothing," the man said to Alex. "Thank you for seeing me on such short notice." The suit was dark. I wondered if it were for a wedding or a funeral.

After ten minutes from the time I entered the shop, the transaction with the other gentleman was finished and he was ushered out the door. Alex turned and smiled at me. "You were a bit of a challenge," he began. "You're a big man and difficult to fit correctly. Let's see if I got it right." He directed me to take off my shirt, pants, and shoes. Standing there in my briefs, I was semi-hard. Alex noticed. "This is going to make the fit a problem," he smiled stroking my expanding dick. "Let me see if I can fix that before we try on anything.

Standing behind a screen that prohibited viewing from the street, Alex pulled down my briefs. I stepped out of them. He instantly corralled my dick and started sucking. Both of his hands stroked my hard-on lightly, sending pleasurable bolts to my heavy, full balls. "Oh, that feels good. But, be careful," I warned. "This thing has a hair trigger."

Alex mumbled something unintelligible, but didn't disrupt his blowjob. The faster his hands stroked me, the closer I got to my climax. "Too late!" I moaned, as my dick fired rapidly into his mouth and down his throat. I felt him swallow three times, before my climax abated. His mouth continued to suck, hoping to get every drop of cream from my balls. As my dick slowly deflated, he didn't back off. Three or four minutes later, he finally pulled off.

"That should hold you for a while, at least I hope it does," he smiled as he rose to his feet. "Now, let's see what you look like in formal attire." He pulled a suit bag out of a nearby closet, unzipped the bag, and pulled out a beautiful tuxedo. It took my breath away. "You like it?" he smiled. I could only smile dumbly. It was spectacular. "Let's try the pants first," he suggested. I pulled my briefs back on and he leaned in to kiss my dick before it disappeared. I pushed him away before his lips touched the head again.

"If you touch it, it'll get hard again," I warned.

He sat back and smiled. "We'll save that event for later, then."

I pulled on the pants and zipped up, fastening the clasps at the waist. He looked critically at my pants and made a notation. "You have bigger thighs than I'd written down. I need to let out the upper legs. The length looks good, but you'll have to put on the dress shoes to be sure they drape right." I put on the patent leather shoes. They fit me like a soft leather glove. Alex marked places at the bottom of the pant leg to get the right length for later altering. "Turn around, please," he instructed. I turned and felt his hands on my ass. "Beautiful," he sighed. "Not stretched, but nicely covered," he smiled, as he turned me around again. "Waist is about right. What do you think? Too snug or too loose?" he wondered.

"I think they feel good," I replied.

"Okay, now bend over and let's see what kind of pull we have at the waist and seat," he said. I dutifully bent over and he caressed my ass again. "The seams look good, the waist isn't puckering. Okay, stand again." I stood up and his hands went to my ass, again. "Okay, good. No residual stretching or bagging. Yes, these will do."

"Uh, John wanted to see them before we approved them," I stipulated.

"Of course," Alex smiled. "Where is he, by the way?"

"He's delayed until after six," I replied.

"There's still much we can do," Alex intoned. "Now, let's try on these two tuxedo shirts." He pulled them off the hanger and laid one on a nearby chair. He handed one of them to me. I put it on and buttoned it up. "The studs will go through here," he showed me, "so the buttons will be hidden. Good fit," he added. "Now, take in a deep breath." I did. "Hm. Looks like I need to let out a little in the chest. We don't want you popping buttons or sending one of these shirt studs into the punch," he cackled. "Tuck the shirt in. Let's see how the waist is on your trousers after the shirt takes up some space." Again, I followed his instructions. "Good shirt at the waist, no bagging, but the pants are now tighter than they should be. I'll let the waist out a little." He made another notation.

"All these adjustments won't take long, will they?" I wondered.

"No, I can whip these changes out in a day," he promised. "Now, about your crotch, Adam. You have a big package. Are you going to wear briefs or boxers with the tuxedo?"

"Uh, probably briefs?" I answered cautiously.

"Make sure that they don't have a really thick hem around the legs. That would show up through the slacks," he warned. "If you were going to wear boxers, I'd have to leave more space down the right leg for your horsedick," he chuckled. "So, step over to the mirror. Tell me if you think you're showing too much dick in those slacks."

"Well, I don't think so, but I'm not the one who cares," I answered with a smile. "I think we should wait for John's opinion."

"Fair enough," Alex smiled. "But, let's put on the jacket before you make a firm recommendation to John. The jacket will hide a lot. It's only when the jacket comes off that you might show more manhood that would be appropriate."

"That would depend on your definition of appropriate, wouldn't it?" I smirked.

"Don't distract me, young man," he said sternly and then smiled really big. I put on the jacket; he made a few marks on the shoulders and arms with chalk. He buttoned it with the two buttons and stepped back. "Spectacular, if I do say so," Alex beamed. "You're gonna be the most memorable piece of art at the museum next week," he added.

I laughed. "I don't think so," I replied with a blush.

"Check yourself out in the mirror again. You are amazing!" he said.

I walked over to the mirror and slowly turned. My reflection on three mirrors did show me off nicely. I unbuttoned the jacket and took a look at my ass and crotch to see how inviting they might be. That was a trashy thought, I said to myself. You're supposed to be a professional art restorer and here you are hoping you'll have a come-fuck-me look that will drive everyone at the museum crazy.

"Okay, I look good, but not that good. Anyway, it isn't me, it's the tuxedo that you made that makes me look good," I allowed.

"The man makes the clothes," he intoned. "You can't make a silk purse out of sow's ear and you're no sow!"

Before this got too far into territory I shouldn't get into, I asked about the other tuxedo shirt, the other patent leather shoes, and the suit that he'd made for me. The shirt was as good at the other one. The second pair of shoes were a little too long, so we put them aside to go back to the shoemaker. The suit required different shirts and shoes. As I pulled it on, John arrived.

"You're looking really hot, Adam," he gushed.

"You should have seen him in the tuxedo," Alex interjected. "Now, THAT was HOT!"

Again, I blushed. "It wasn't that good," I protested.

"Yeah, it was," Alex insisted. "But, let's finish this suit first. I still have some adjustments to make." He made me bend over, stand up, breathe deeply, and stand in front of the mirrors for a final check on the draping of the jacket. "Looks good, but there are some fixes that need to happen. When do you need this?"

John replied, "The tuxedo first. Then, the suit can be a week or so later. Is that too soon, Alex?"

"No that gives me lots of time," he agreed, "but I want to see if an off-the-rack shirt will fit Adam. He's an unusually muscular, big man." He found a shirt that he pulled out of a package. I tried it on, but it fit like a sack, except through the shoulder. The arms were too tight and the chest was too tight, too. The waist line was made for someone twice my size around the middle. "I couldn't take in enough to make this fit right," Alex said, flapping the bottom of the shirt. "The arms need to be let out as well as the chest, and I don't think there is enough material to do that. Custom shirts are the only option. How do you find clothes to fit that aren't custom?" he wondered.

"Not easily," I sighed. "If they fit my shoulders and chest, I just put up with the baggy feel. And if the pants fit my waist and if my big ass doesn't tear the seat out of them, I buy them."

"I'm glad you have a big, muscular ass," John interjected. "So perfect for so many things."

"I think I'd better not ask what those things are," Alex laughed.

I tried on the custom shirts he'd made for me to go with the suit. They fit nicely, but Alex still fussed with them to get them just right. I also tried on two pairs of dress shoes to go with the suit. Only one fit me. With a collection of ties, cufflinks, formal tuxedo ties, and studs, I was all set.

"Tuxedo and matching shirts will be ready for a final fitting on Wednesday," Alex explained. "The suit and custom shirts will be ready on Friday when you pick up the tuxedo. What time do you want to pick up the tux?"

John looked at me and I shrugged. "Can you get away by noon?" John asked me.

"I suppose I could. Why?" I wondered.

"We'll need time to get you all fitted out. It takes more than a few minutes to get everything on right, including the cufflinks and studs," he explained. "And as a member of the board of directors, I have to be there before the event starts. I'd like you to be there with me."

"Okay," I agreed. "I can do that. I'll check with my boss to be sure, but I don't think he'll have a problem."

"I'll pick you up here at 1 p.m., then?"

I nodded and Alex agreed that noon would not be a problem for him, either.

John was eager to get me alone, but Alex insisted that John had to see the tuxedo. "What's your opinion about the trousers, John? Do you think they're too snug through the crotch?" I'd donned the full ensemble for John's approval. The pants did fit nicely, especially when I had the jacket on. With the jacket off, Alex asked again about the crotch. "I don't think there is any way not to have his dick prominent," John said. "I don't mind, if you don't mind, Adam."

"Not at all," I replied with a big grin. "However, if I start to stiffen up, I'll be very noticeable."

"If that happens, just keep the jacket on," John suggested. "Besides, in an event like this, it's highly unlikely that you'd remove your jacket anyway."

"And if I get too warm?" I pressed.

"Unbutton the jacket," Alex said. "It will make a difference, and still hide at least some of that magnificent dick. And this jacket is light-weight. In this climate, it's a requirement. Unless you are going to dress formally at some event where it is much colder, this jacket will not be a problem, even for a man of your size.

"And, Adam, don't work out before you get dressed for formal functions," Alex stated. "These clothes are made for your body in this state. If you bulked up with a workout before you put this tux on, you'd probably stretch or burst the seams in the jacket shoulders and arms. The legs would fit you like a second skin and your ass would probably have a big crease between those luscious, chocolate butt cheeks. And your dick would show off prominently. Even the drape of the jacket couldn't hide it."

John was beaming. I knew what his dirty mind was thinking. And I loved it. I had to smile and blush at the same time. He sure knew how to make me want to fuck and get fucked. John could read the signals. He wanted to fuck me right there, if he had the chance.

We left the shop before Alex could proposition us into fucking him. John suggested that we delay dinner for an hour or so. "You looked so good in that tuxedo that I have to take you home and have my way with you," he confessed.

Even though Alex had swallowed a load, I was ready for some hot sex with John. I knew that meant some deep fucking and seeding. John drove over the speed limit all the way to his estate. "I need my dick up your black ass," he suggested.

"You won't get an argument from me," I assured him.

We showered and quickly hit the bed. His tongue found my asshole immediately. "Those tuxedo pants showed off your ass so wonderfully. All I could think of was how much I wanted to eat your hole out and then breed you."

I needed to get fucked. I hadn't had a dick in my ass since Jason fucked me on Thursday. John inched his dick into my ass. I tried to speed his pace with my hands on his white, muscular ass, but he resisted easily with his muscular body. He took his time, teasing me with the big, spongy head of his fat dick, slipping in and out of my hole. Sometimes the head was followed by several inches to dick. Other times, I only got the head. But, that was nearly as good as the full length. His dickhead hit my prostate repeatedly, making my dick jerk and drool more precum. If he wasn't careful, I'd nutt on my chest instead of in his ass where both of us wanted my sperm to be deposited.

He leaned in and kissed me tenderly. I alternated between pulling on his ass so he'd fuck me deeper and faster and pulling on his erect nipples, trying to get him to nutt in my hole. Thinking about the museum fundraiser, I didn't know if I could keep my dick under control. Merely looking at him reminded me of how fat and long his dick is and how sweet and deep his manhole is. As much as I enjoy getting fucked, getting my nutt off in his muscled ass is even better.

"Are you ready for some deep breeding?" he asked in a chocked whisper. I knew that tone. It meant he was on the brink of a climax. I backed up savagely into his thrusts, anticipating a big load. I wasn't disappointed. He quivered and shook as his dick fired again and again into me.

I know he wanted to keep fucking me, but my dick was right on the brink, too. I pushed him away, bent him over, and applied lube quickly before my fat, long, black dick opened him up. "Oh, fuck, John," I moaned. "I can't hold back! You almost fucked it out of me. But, now, you'll get it the way we both want it."

Seconds later, my dick blasted out another big load. Alex got my first one of the day, but nutting in a hungry, muscled ass is always a bigger climax. This one didn't disappoint. Both of us loved it. And I continued to fuck him after I shot my load. We kissed and fucked for another ten minutes.

When we separated, John suggested a quick shower and then dinner away from the estate. He asked me what kind of food I was hungry for and I suggested comfort food. "Something like pot roast with mashed potatoes," I said. "Are there any places nearby that serve that?"

"Yes!" he exclaimed. "It's one of my favorites. But, it really is a hole in the wall kind of place. However, the food is the best!"

"I'm convinced," I agreed. And I wasn't disappointed. The food was excellent and I made a pig of myself. I even had dessert, which I hardly ever do in a restaurant. But, their fresh blackberry pie was too tempting to ignore. But, I shared it with John, just so I wouldn't eat all of it. It came with home-made vanilla ice cream. How can you not want that!

Back at his estate, he asked me if I'd like to go to the beach with him tomorrow. I readily agreed. "And what about going to the gay beach where clothing is optional?" he suggested.

"Do we dare?" I asked

He smiled. "We dare!"

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