The Wrong Text

The Wrong Text, Part 4

By Johnny Manipulator. johnnymanipulator@gmx.com

Sam couldn't recall how they had exited Danny's Jacuzzi, how he'd dried himself, how he'd ended up on his knees in Danny's sitting room, that huge cock back in his mouth like nothing had happened. All he could think about was cock. Danny's huge leaking cock stretching his lips and inching ever further into his mouth. And his dad's cock, the hardon arriving on text due to a mixup.

It was so humiliating.

But the gentle way that Danny was treating him, letting him suck on that mighty penis at his own pace, was making Sam feel calmer. It had been an hour since that text, an hour of filling his mouth with precum and thick cock. It was so pacifying. That was what Danny had called it, his pacifier. And Sam gratefully sucked on it until he calmed down.

Keeping all that precum in his mouth had proved impossible. His cheeks bulged, filled with Danny's thick emission, and that moving cock, sliding in and out, slapping his face wetly and probing back between his thick lips, made him accidentally swallow great gulps of it.

Danny kept telling Sam how proud he was of him. How well he was doing. It was comforting. Sam wasn't sue why he was doing this, on his knees in front of the older man, sucking and being smacked on the face by that big cock. Sam had nothing against gay men, he was just straight, had never had a gay thought in his life.

But god that cock felt right in his mouth. Leaking, sliding in and out, stretching his lips.

There had been no texts for an hour. Neither Sam nor Danny had replied to Sam's dad's picture message, that colossal cock filling the screen. Danny hadn't sent Sam any more messages. Nothing until his phone buzzed, and Sam felt the fear suddenly.

Danny pressed it into his hands, and inched his cock forward again, so that the muscular younger man was forced to gulp down yet more of his precum. Sam looked up into the older man's eyes, which seemed crinkled in amusement. He winked. Sam tried to look in control, as precum oozed from his lips and the shiny fat cock gently pumped in and out of his mouth.

He glanced at the phone. With relief it wasn't his dad, but his workmate Nick. A burly fortysomething, Mr Sensible Nick wasn't a close workmate but he was decent enough. Sam trusted him. `Heading over to yours to pick up my tent,' it said. Shit, thought Sam. He'd forgotten he'd arranged to give Nick back the tent he'd borrowed a few months back when he'd been away camping with a girl who dumped him immediately they had returned.

He looked up at Danny. He texted him. `I need to go, my mate is picking up his tent from mine.'

Danny raised his eyebrows as he replied. `No can do Sammy boy. You're needed here. You're helping me out remember? I need your expert help.' As if to emphasise the point he jolted his hips forward and his cock punched deeper into Sam's open mouth. Sam had to agree, he was needed here.

There was nothing for it. He'd have to text his dad. Should he mention his dad's massive dick? No, no. Bad idea. Instead he wrote, as if nothing had happened, `Hi dad, Nick from work is popping over to pick up his tent. You around?'

The reply came fast. `No. I'm in town. Your brother's home though.'

Sam felt relieved. No dick pics, and his brother was in. Good old Ed. He didn't see much of him these days. Ed was in his late 20s, and lived on the other side of town with his girlfriend. They got on okay, though were pretty competitive. They were both fit and muscular, handsome, and not the brightest guys in town. They were both rather serious and easy to wind up. Ed, as the older brother, usually got his own way, and Sam wished he wasn't always such a pain in the arse.

He texted Ed: Hi mate, Nick from work is dropping by home to pick up his tent, you around?' A minute later the reply came: Sure, no probs mate.' Sam looked so relieved that he relaxed a little, and Danny eased another inch of cock into his stretched mouth.

Nick pulled up outside the house Sam shared with his dad. It had been a few months, and now his kids needed the tent back to go camping in the back garden. He rang the bell and waited, before the recognizable silhouette of his muscular young workmate Sam could be seen through the frosted glass. But when the door opened there was a different man there altogether. Like Sam, but a little beefier, maybe a little less toned, but no less muscular.

Hi, you Nick?' said the stranger. Yeah. Sam about?' No. He's tied up somewhere. Said you'd come about picking up a tent?' That's right. You Sam's brother?' `Yeah. Ed, mate. Come in.'

Nick followed Ed down the hallways to the large kitchen diner. His eyes were fixed to the big man's beefy arse as he walked, the cheeks held tight in skinny-legged khakis. Nick gulped. My word, he thought. He was like Sam, only bigger. Much bigger. He tried to look elsewhere but his eyes kept wandering back. He'd always been an arse man. Sam's was a mighty fine specimen, and he never missed a chance to watch it as the muscular lad walked about in the office. Big, round, bouncy. But if anything his brother's was even more of a prime specimen. It was huge. Nick licked his lips. This was going to be fun, but it was also going to be hard not to fuck up.

`You know where it is?' said Ed, turning to face Nick and depriving him of his prized view.

`Er, no, sorry. Never been here before. I brought it into the office. Thought he might have left it out.'

Okay. Right.' Ed grimaced. Little prick! That's my brother for you!' He sighed. `Okay let's try his room.' He strode off manfully to the stairs. Nick followed behind, and found himself getting aroused as he stared at that big arse at eye level on the stairs. The seam looked like it was under a huge strain down the crack of the muscular man's big arse. Nick grinned to himself. This was wild.

They reached the bedroom, and Ed scratched his head, and began to open cupboards and drawers. `Shout if you see it,' he said. After a couple of minutes there was no sign of it. Ed knelt on the floor and ducked his head under the bed to search for it there. On all fours the handsome muscular man's body looked incredible, thought Nick. Exactly how he'd want to see him, doggy position, big arse pointed in his direction, bursting at the seams, wriggling as Ed explored under the bed. Nick crouched behind Ed, all pretense that he wasn't staring at the big man's arse gone. He adjusted his large penis. The last thing he needed was his cock getting him into trouble.

No joy there!' said Ed, springing to his feet. His big arse bounced inches from Nick's face. He stood up too. Oh dear!'

`Hmm, Maybe the loft...' Ed strode out into the hallway, pushed the loft lid open, and pulled the retractable ladder down. He ran halfway up and fumbled for a light switch.

`I'll hold the ladder,' said Nick. He walked forward so his face was a breath away from that meaty bottom. Ed twisted about, reached to pull boxes and move objects, and as he stretched his shirt rose up and the top of his big arse and the bottom of his spine came into view. Nick gasped. It was so beautiful. How he wanted to lick it, to touch it.

Ed suddenly grabbed something and started to haul it towards him. In the process he stuck his bum out, and it bounced firmly against Nick's admiring face. Sorry mate,' he called, head still hidden in the attic. I'll help hold you still,' said Nick. And he reached out and clasped that big, magnificent arse with both hands and held it tight. Ed gasped with surprise, but he was carrying something heavy and so was distracted enough to let it pass. Nick felt those big cheeks firm up and relax as the muscular twentysomething heaved the box towards him.

Ed started down the ladder, and Nick, to try to make it seem perfectly normal, kept a firm grip of the big man's buttocks. Ed brought a dusty, heavy box from the loft and walked it down the stairs, all the while with Nick's hands on his arse. He dumped the box on the floor, and reluctantly Nick let go of the amazing backside.

Here we go!' said Ed. Tent!' Nick looked in the box. `Oh. That's not my tent I'm afraid.'

Fuck it!' Ed picked it up and again, and began to climb the ladder. Once more Nick grabbed his arse and held tight. A health and safety expert told me to do this,' said Nick. You don't mind, do you?' Er, no, guess not,' said Ed as he struggled manfully with the heavy box. As his arse rose to face height Nick gently massaged and felt up those massive cheeks. Ed spent a while reaching to position the box in the loft space. Nick cupped and squeezed and groped that mighty butt, making the cheeks wobble in the tight khakis. He was aware that Ed was taking a little longer this time than he had before, and so took complete advantage of the situation, and of Ed's incapacitation.

Any more tents up there?' asked Nick. Dunno. Just checking,' said the muscular man. And so Nick continued to massage and grope that beautiful big arse, aware the huge erection he had sprouted.

• • • Sam had lost track of time. It seemed to be evening, judging by the light, but the hours had slid by as he focused exclusively on the huge penis stretching his lips. Most of it was in his mouth now, and all of that precum was long since swallowed. Now he was just trying not to gag as the great blunt head time and again plugged at the opening of his throat. Sam didn't know what to so, he was a bit dizzy and confused now, the hours of cocksucking wiping his brain of more ordinary concerns.

Somehow he'd been backed up against the back of a tall armchair, so that there was no longer anywhere he could retreat to to prevent Danny's enormous cock bullying its way down his throat. He wanted to keep up the game, of constantly retreating from the gentle insistence that kept Danny's penis stretching his lips and teasing his throat.

He received a text. Just relax your throat,' it said. He gulped. He didn't want to. This was weird enough, he just wanted to stop now, to go home, to rest. But if anything Danny seemed the most alert he'd been all day. Need a break,' he texted back.

It's going down your throat, Sam,' said the text. Let it happen.' Please. I need to rest.' Let my cock down your throat.' Please Danny.' Please what? Please can you suck my cock? Sure thing.' The firmest pressure yet. The back of the armchair held him in place. The cock in his mouth spearing him like an arrow. It was beginning to choke him. Sam panicked. He could feel tears in his eyes. He wanted to cough but the cock wouldn't let him. The pressure built and built. No!' Danny laughed and pressed harder. Yeah,' he whispered. `Come on, that's right.' His hardon pushed and pushed, like a hard session in the gym. The muscular young man beneath him taking that massive cock in his mouth. Pushing, pushing. Again Sam choked, and Danny felt his cock hardening even more in response. This was so beautiful, exactly what he wanted, what he liked best. The muscular straight man choking on his massive cock. Oh yes. He kept pushing, knowing the younger man was trapped now. Sam tried to turn his head away, but every movement just allowed that massive cock further into his throat. Finally he felt something being breached, a point of no return.

After an hour of impasse, Sam's vulnerable throat began to fail. And Danny's great bully club charged in. The doorway was open. He shoved hard. The young man gurgled and spasmed and choked and cried. The penis stabbed him hard. There was nowhere to go. Danny had trapped him. His cock had trapped him. Sam was helpless. He was sobbing and choking. Danny's cock clearly loved it. He felt a whoosh of dominance, of success, of control. His cock had made it into this unwilling straight man's throat. He'd won again. As Sam choked Danny felt a rush of pride. This was what he wanted. What he needed. The tight throat felt beautiful around his huge cock. Even better when Sam choked and sobbed. He wanted to encourage the choking and sobbing. It felt so good.

Sam, for all of his muscles, reluctance and heterosexuality, couldn't stop the invasion. In seconds the last couple of inches smashed into his throat, and he was weeping into the older man's pubic hair. He writhed as he choked, every twitch of muscle squeezing Danny's cock in new and more wonderful ways. He wasn't sure which was more beautiful, the physical sensations from the defeated muscular lad or the sense of triumphant superiority of towering over him, plugging his reluctant throat so emphatically with his huge bully cock. Certainly the combination of the two was like nothing he had ever experienced before a rush of pure superiority.

He held it there for thirty seconds, causing the younger man to thrash around in increasing panic and breathlessness. And then he pulled out, almost as violent as his forced entry, the enormous cock revealed before Sam's astonished eyes like some form of brutal magic trick. And then with a playful thud he smacked the muscular young man's beautiful face with his huge, hard, spit-soaked cock. Again and again he struck Sam, hard as he could, disorientating the young man and filling the room with meaty wet slaps and moans of protest.

Sam looked up into Danny's eyes, pleading. Why was he doing this, he wanted to say, but he couldn't speak, so ravaged was his throat , and tired his tongue. Danny winked and with no warning thrust his cock back into that exhausted mouth, all the way down his throat, making the young man choke and sob again. And then, with his head trapped against the chair back, Danny began to mercilessly facefuck the helpless, broken muscle boy, smashing his pelvis time and again into the lad's handsome face.

I hope you enjoyed the story. If so, you can contact me at johnnymanipulator@gmx.com and you can find these other stories by me on the Authors section on Nifty:

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