AUTHOR'S NOTE
It's been a looong time since I've submitted anything to Nifty. I happened to see the announcement about this contest and decided to give it a try. The porn star aspect doesn't show up immediately, but it's there. I hope the story didn't have to concern a real porn star; if so, then I guess this is just a regular submission and not an entry to the contest!
Please excuse any egregious errors. I didn't want to miss the submission deadline and haven't proofread as carefully as I should have. I also had to shorten the last two video scenes. And sorry for the terrible title! It's getting late.
Side note: For fans of my other stories, I'm considering a sequel to Mr. A and a rewrite of A Boy Called Horse. I'd love to know what you think.
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Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction; any resemblance to real persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. If you're not old enough to read this, go away. If you are not interested in reading about male-on-male sex, STOP READING. This story is mine; don't steal it or post elsewhere without my permission. (That means I own it, and I have the copyright, in case you were confused.)
I'm not gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I'm just not. I love fucking women. Making a woman cum is one of my favorite things. And I'm good at it. Over the past 10 years or so I've been the "bull" (to use the parlance of the swinger/cuckold scene) in multiple relationships, fucking the wives and girlfriends of other guys. Sometimes in front of them. Usually with their permission. Sometimes one-night stands. Sometimes long-term. I'm well known among people in my city on SLS and FetLife.
Now you're thinking, "This guy's trying too hard. He must be overcompensating, because he can't admit he's gay."
Let me disabuse of that perception: I'm not straight.
Now you're thinking, "BFD. He's bi."
"Bi" isn't quite accurate, either. When it comes to guys, I'm mostly interested in one thing: a deep throat. Is there a term for that? Heteroflexible? Bromosexual? Mostly straight? Kinda gay? Irrumator? Gutturosexual?
Gay guys are just better cocksuckers--they're more eager; they usually don't mind a little force; they want to take all of me; they're willing to gag a little (or a lot). Of course, there are exceptions; I've had some really bad blowjobs from gay guys and some really good ones from women. But most women, in my experience, don't enjoy sucking dick the way that gay guys do--they don't try as hard to please; they don't want to feel "used"; they give up at the first sign of difficulty.
And there's almost always difficulty. See, the thing is, I have a 10.5" dick that's a little over 6" around.
Now you're thinking, "Yeah, right. Keep dreaming."
That's okay; I get a chubby thinking about how contrite and compliant doubters become after I've proved them wrong.
Friday, Saturday, and Sunday are reserved for fucking women, whether that's one of my regulars or a new hot-wife couple in need of my services or some random girl who caught my interest in public or online.
During the week, though, I prefer blow jobs. After a long day at work, I usually just want to go home and unwind; letting a cute young guy worship my meat while I watch TV, play video games, or read (yes, some people still read) is very relaxing. Sure, after an hour or so of his sloppy slurping, I feel the urge. The urge to take control and empty my bullballs into his throat (or onto his face...). I rest my hand gently on the back of his head, maybe even run my fingers through his hair, so he thinks I'm just encouraging his good work. Then I apply more pressure, pushing him down farther and farther. Hearing him gag makes me throb; my precum coats his tongue and oozes down his throat. He's struggling but won't give up; he wants to please me and to experience all of me. Ideally, I'll slide every fat inch of my dick into his throat until my heavy nuts rest on his chin; in practice, most guys can't take all of me. Eventually, I grab the sides of his head and start thrusting into his mouth, using it like a cocksleeve, until I... well, I already said. Until I feed him my cum.
That's how it usually goes, anyway, and that's what I'm looking for tonight.
I have cocksuckers who are practically on-call, but I like to try out new guys. And for that, I use "dating" apps. You know the ones. I log in and look for twinks, or maybe twunks would be a better identification--I'm not sure of all the subcategories of young gay men. It comes down to this: I like guys between 18 and 30 who aren't too feminine. I live in a city that draws a lot of tourists and is home to multiple colleges and universities; my supply of twinks/twunks/twhatever is basically endless.
When I open an app, the messages come quickly, but I ignore them until I've had a chance to look at the grid. A lot of messages come from guys who don't interest me. Either they don't take the time to read my profile once their interest is piqued by my username (four emojis: man + up arrow, horse + down arrow), or they read it and think they're the one 65-year-old man I'd be willing to feed. Not that I'm completely against meeting up with guys over 30; plenty of good-looking guys over 30, and I'll message them if they catch my eye.
I look at the nearest possibilities and decide on my target: a recent high school graduate. My purpose on the app is unambiguously stated in my profile: I'm looking for someone who will suck my dick without expecting reciprocation. My opening message is equally straightforward: his profile says he's okay with NSFW photos, so I send him a pic of my softie.
His response is one of disbelief.
"are you fucking kidding me?"
I like to play dumb at this stage, so I send only "?" in response.
"lol," he responds. "you know what i'm talking about. that insane soft...is it really soft?!...dick"
I send a smirk emoji. "Completely soft"
Now I send a pic of my semi to highlight the flaccidity (is that a word?) of the first pic. In my semi-hard state, my dick usually thickens to near its full girth and adds an inch or two in length, resulting in a piece of meat that's about 8" long and 6" around but still hangs against my left thigh.
"holy fucking hell. you have the biggest cock i've ever seen. now i get your username"
"You should see me hard lol"
He expresses astonishment that what I've just shown him, which is significantly bigger than the average man's erect piece, isn't my dick's final form. "it's not possible," he says.
I write the target's name and the date on a sheet of paper, stroke my dick to hardness, and send him a new pic. Because nearly everyone requests a verification pic at some point, I've gotten into the habit of sending one preemptively.
He responds, "omfg i want to suck that"
"How's your gag reflex?" I ask.
"none! but i've never seen one like yours much less tried to swallow it"
"There aren't many like me"
"no shit! how big are you anyway?!"
"Guess." I like to know what people think before I reveal the actual number. Guys are usually closer in their guesses than women; women often guess 12" or more, and to be honest, I don't correct them.
"At least a foot"
His answer surprises me, but he's young, so his guess is probably based more on the exaggerated claims of guys on the internet--it always amazes me that guys with 7" dicks feel like they have to claim they're 9"--than on real-world experience. I wonder how much cocksucking experience he really has and whether his claim of no gag reflex is just wishful thinking. He may need more training than I originally thought.
"Only 10.5," I answer with a sad emoji.
He responds with a skull emoji to indicate his amusement. "you do porn?"
Most people ask this question sooner or later. I respond that I do not.
"why not? you're bigger than the guys who do!"
I know this is meant as a compliment, but it's an attitude that has always bothered me. It implies either that all well-endowed guys should aspire to be porn stars or that we have an obligation to share our gifts with the general public.
"Nah. I decided not to build my professional aspirations around my dick." I have no judgment against people who do; most guys love to watch porn. I'm bothered by the presumption that the default career choice for a big-dicked guy is porn.
He sends a blushing emoji. "i didn't mean it as an insult. sorry."
I tell him that I understand where he was coming from, and to ease his embarrassment, I add, "And you're not wrong. Most porn actors can't compare to me." I send him another pic of my swollen dick; a pearl of precum glistens on the tip.
"oh fuck..." he writes with a tongue emoji.
"Show me more pics of you," I say. His profile pic is a side shot that shows a nice round ass in sweatpants and a smooth flat stomach. I want to see his face, though, especially his mouth.
He asks what I want to see, and I tell him.
"but you didn't show your face...?"
I rarely show my face on these apps. The pics I send to people often end up posted elsewhere on the internet (r/massivecock is a favorite for those who like to pretend my dick is theirs), and I don't like the idea of my less traditional sexual interests being revealed to my family, friends, and employer.
"You've seen my body and my horse dick. There's no way my face will change your mind about servicing me." I know this is true; I know the power of my cock.
Unsurprisingly, he agrees and sends a pic. He's cute and has full, red lips--the exact kind I like to see stretched around my shaft. He's a high school graduate, so I assume he's 18, but he looks young, so I ask for a pic of his ID. He obliges.
After examining his driver's license, I ask, "You have a car?"
He confirms that he has a car, and I give him my address and arrange a time for me to test his gag reflex.
Pretty much every exchange I have with a target goes like this.
I stand up. Despite the length and weight of my hard dick, it protrudes from my body at a near 90-degree angle. It's not a good idea to walk around the house with a 10.5" pole extending from my waist, so I flex my thigh muscles and wait for my shaft to droop. I pull up my boxers and head to the kitchen; I have time to cook and eat dinner before the cocksleeve candidate arrives.
While I make dinner, I think about our exchange about doing porn. The truth is, I did some videos for a new site when I was younger. As far as I know, the producer (if that's the right term), never set up his planned website. Over the years, I've worried about the videos appearing and what the ramifications for my career might be if that happened. I made no attempt to hide my face in the videos (typical short-sighted 18-year-old), and my dick is very recognizable, so if someone were to see the videos, they would easily connect pics of my dick posted on swinger and fetish sites (plus reddit, since some of my correspondents like to pretend my dick is theirs). A malicious person could make my life difficult.
I check adult video sites regularly to see if I can find them. We agreed on the pseudonym Ned F. (as in Flanders from "The Simpsons"; IYKYK), so that's how I begin my searches, but the videos could be posted as anything.
"You look nervous," the site owner says as the interview begins. We're alone in the room, so he's also the cameraman and, I guess, the producer and director.
"I AM nervous," I respond. "Never done this before."
"In front of a camera, you mean?"
I laugh. "Right. I've definitely jacked off before."
"Well, let's just chat for a few minutes. I'm sure the viewers will want to know a little more about you. Sound good?"
"Sure."
"What's your name? Age?"
"I'm Ned," I answer. "Turned 18 back in February."
"And you just graduated high school? Class of 2006?"
I nod. "A few weeks ago."
"Height and weight?"
"6'4", about 175 pounds."
"Did you play any sports?"
"Yeah. Baseball."
"Are you going to play in college?"
"Not a chance."
"Why are you here today?" he asks.
"Money," I answer truthfully.
He chuckles. "How'd you hear about us?"
He says "us," but I haven't seen or talked to another person.
"My friend sent me your ad."
"Your friend knew you'd be interested?"
"Well... not exactly." He waits for me to continue. "I said something to some friends about needing to make money before starting college. One of them suggested doing porn. We all thought he was joking. Later he told me that he really thought I should look into it."
"Why?"
I look at the producer like he's an idiot and grab my crotch. "Because I have a massive dick."
"And your friends knew that?"
"Yeah. We've been in locker rooms together since middle school."
"Did you get made fun of or anything for being so big? Any nicknames?"
"No one ever made fun of me for having a big dick, at least not to my face. What's to make fun of?" I laugh. "'Ned' is actually a nickname I got in middle school. There have been a few others."
"Why 'Ned'?" he asks
"One of my friends really liked "The Simpsons," and there's an episode that implies the neighbor Ned has a really big dick."
He nods. "I remember. He's in the shower, and they use a very long set of pixels to censor him."
"Yep. But it got weird after a while because people kept wondering why my friends called me 'Ned,' since it's nothing like my real name. I got them to stop using it."
"You said there were other names...?
"They mostly call me 'Trip' now."
"And that doesn't raise questions?"
I shake my head. "Nah. It sounds like the beginning of my last name, so no one thinks about it."
"But your last name isn't why they call you 'Trip'?"
I chuckle as I remember how the name came about. "I was taking a shower after PE in 9th grade. My school had group showers. I dropped my shampoo and squatted down to pick up the bottle. My dick was hanging between my legs, lower than usual because of the heat, you know. One of my friends came in at about the same time as I squatted down and he goes, 'God damn, Ned. You're a fucking tripod.' He used my real name not Ned, obviously. I looked down and saw what he meant. I just laughed. He started calling me 'Trip' after that, and the name stuck."
The producer grins. I worry he's going to ask for more examples of nicknames, and I don't want to go through all of them. Most of them don't have a story. "Oh, you have a big dick. I'm gonna call you horse." Fortunately, he doesn't press me on nicknames and asks me to continue talking about how I ended up on a couch in his living room instead of a straight porn studio.
"I did some research, contacted some studios, and I learned they were offering female performers way more than male performers. They didn't budge on the rate, even after I showed them my piece. I didn't think they were paying what my dick is worth."
"So we weren't your first choice?"
"Nope. I'm straight."
"Never been curious?"
"I did some experimenting with friends when we were younger. Nothing out of the ordinary. Comparing. Jerking off together."
"But you've never had sex with another guy? Gotten a blowjob? Fucked?"
I shake my head. "No. Only girls."
"Okay. Go on."
"I told my friends how disappointed I was in my research, and one of them suggested looking into gay porn."
"He's gay? Any of your other friends gay or bi?"
"Yes, he is. If anyone else is, they're not sharing it."
"What did you think about his suggestion?"
"I told him it wouldn't work because I didn't think I could have sex with a guy. A couple days later, he sent me your ad seeking straight frat-type guys for solo jerk off videos. Like you said... jerking off is something I know I can do, so I contacted you."
"And we offered you more to jerk off than the other studios were going to pay you to fuck?
"Wouldn't be here otherwise," I say with a grin.
"Go ahead and take off your clothes while I get the video playing so you have something to watch while you stroke it."
I pull off my polo shirt and stand up to drop my khaki shorts. The producer turns around as I step out of my boxer-briefs. My soft cock droops over my wrinkled, dangling sac.
"Fuck," he whispers. "That's soft, right?"
I grab my soft dick and flop it around; I twirl it in the classic helicopter move. His eyes are locked on the blur of my swinging dick. I release my dick; it lands heavily against my thighs.
He asks if he can measure me.
"I'm not hard," I say.
He licks his lips. "I know, but that's the biggest soft dick I've ever seen."
I look down; my dick is fatter and longer than its true flaccid state. I tell him this, but he's already approaching with a tape measure. I agreed prior to filming that I would let him measure me, but I've never had a strange man touch my dick. I calm myself and look at the video that's playing over his shoulder.
The producer places the end of the tape measure at the root of my dick and then presses it along the shaft. He breathes in sharply when he reaches the tip. Then, he squeezes my still spongy shaft and wraps the tape measure around it.
He releases the tape measure but doesn't take his hand off my dick. I look down and find him staring at my enlarged prick. I grab his hand and remove it. He looks up at me and blushes.
"Sorry. I just..."
I interrupt him and ask, "What's the verdict on my semi?" I'm not surprised he was enthralled by my cock, and I don't need to hear him ramble on about why he didn't want to let go.
"That monster is 8 inches long and 6 inches around." He takes a breath. "You're telling me it gets bigger?"
I shrug. "You squeezed it. Did it feel hard?"
He shakes his head.
"So yeah, it gets bigger."
He asks me to sit on the edge of the couch so he can get some shots showing how low my meat hangs. When he finishes, I lean back and spread my legs; my heavy endowment rests on the cushions.
I pull on my dick while I watch the video, not really stroking it, just playing with the shaft. Soon, my fully hard cock is rising proudly from my blond pubes, stretching towards my chest. I run my fingertips up and down the underside of my fat prong. I wrap my left hand around my pole and stroke from root to head; I rub my precum around the tip and slide my hand back down the shaft.
"There's some lube on the table," the producer says.
I show him my hand; strands of precum spider-web between my fingers. "I make my own," I say with a grin.
He asks me to stand up. My dick sways. A string of precum drips from my swollen tip; gravity pulls it down, stretching it until it breaks from my piss slit and puddles between my feet on the tiles. I make my dick bounce up and down; more precum oozes out and dribbles to the floor.
In my fully aroused state, I'm feeling cockier than I did earlier. The way he responds to my dick makes me think I can get him to do just about anything in exchange for letting him touch me. He approaches with the tape measure and reaches for my protruding prick. I grab his wrist.
"Please," he says breathlessly. I can hear the longing in his voice.
Allowing him to measure me is part of the agreement, so I have to let him do it, but that doesn't mean I can't mess with him first.
"I dunno," I say. My dick bounces slightly with the beat of my heart. "I can measure myself. Been doing it for years."
I reach for the tape measure with my precum-covered left hand; my right hand remains on his wrist. When my natural lube touches him, he shivers. I look down. He's straining against the grip of my right hand, desperate to feel the heat and weight of my rigid dick. His eyes meet mine; I see the desire in them. I release his wrist and nod.
"Wait," he says. He grabs the camera and hands it to me. He wants me to record the measurement. I point the camera at my dick and watch as he unfurls the tape measure along my glistening, fat meat. He knows the length, because I've told him before, but he still seems surprised when the tape reaches my tip.
"Jesus fucking hell," he says.
I laugh. "If you push down into my pubes, I bet I can pass 11."
I take his hand from my dick and give him the camera. I return to the couch and resume my stroke session.
He interrupts several times to ask for different angles or to take photos. He asks for me to change my grip or to use both hands or to slap my dick against my stomach--anything he can think of to show off the size and power of my 18-year-old cock.
I don't mind the interruptions. Masturbation always produces a much faster orgasm for me than sex. Combine that with the fact that I abstained from any kind of nut for several days at the producer's request (to produce a bigger finale, he said), and I probably could have busted in under 10 minutes. Even with his interruptions, I'm getting close to the point of no return.
I wrap both hands around my precum-slicked shaft, one on top of the other, and still my dick isn't completely covered. I thrust my hips, fucking my cock in and out of my fists. I look at the producer; his eyes follow the movement of my cock. He watches the head disappear into my hands when I pull my hips back and then reappear, swollen and throbbing, when I push my hips up.
My orgasm builds. I decide I've held off long enough. With one final thrust, I push my dick up through my fists. I press my left hand against the base of my dick where my shaft and ballsac meet; I use two fingers and the thumb of my right hand to stroke my wide, swollen glans. My breath gets ragged; my face and chest flush red. I look down and see my piss slit gape open.
I close my eyes and lean back with my head resting on couch. A long, fat rope of cum explodes from my dick and lands on my shoulder and chest, hot and sticky. The next two volleys fly over my shoulder and land with audible splats on the wall behind me. Three more ropes rocket onto the couch behind my shoulder. The next one hits me in the side of the face and my ear. I open my eyes and redirect my spurting cockhead at my chest. Three blasts of cum land on my neck and chest, some gathering in the hollow of my neck below my Adam's apple. I release my dick and it lands on my stomach with an audible thump. My cock twitches and pumps the rest of my jizz out onto my body.
I catch my breath and look around at the mess I made. The producer is speechless, staring at me with his mouth open.
"What the actual fuck?" he finally asks. "Do you always cum like that?" Before I can answer, he again says, "What the fuck?!"
I laugh. "I mean... I'm usually a shooter and bust a good size nut, but not like this. You wanted a big finale and asked me to hold off cumming for a few days."
Rivulets of my seed drip down my body and pool on the couch. The wads that landed on the couch near my shoulder are running down to the cushions.
"Good thing this couch is leather," I joke, but he doesn't respond.
My swollen dick softens and shrinks. I flop it around and squeeze the last drops of jizz from the tip. Clumps of my cum are starting to form on my stomach and in my pubes.
His eyes dart from my body to the couch to the wall. Finally, he says, "Can I clean you?"
"What do you mean? Like with a towel?"
He shakes his head. "I want to taste you."
This makes me uncomfortable. It wasn't part of our original agreement, and I don't know if he's asking to put my dick in his mouth or to lick my body or what.
"I don't think I'm comfortable with you putting your mouth on my body. Sorry."
He looks so discouraged that I actually feel kind of bad for him, so I say, "But... I mean... it's your couch and wall..."
He comes closer and scoops a rope of cum from the couch with his finger. He slides his finger into his mouth and wraps his lips around it. He closes his eyes and moans contentedly when my nut coats his tongue.
I interrupt his reverie. "Can I take a shower or what?" Our agreement was that the session would include video of me showering and taking a piss. I don't know why he wants to record me peeing, but he does.
He looks longingly at the untasted cum on the couch and wall; its freshness will be gone by the time the shower is over. Two thick wads landed on the wall. He decides he can't let them go to waste. I move out of his way when he climbs onto the couch; he uses his tongue to clean my spunk from the wall, moaning as he swipes his tongue up and down the area spattered with my cum. I notice he uses his tongue well.
The shower is less eventful. I don't know if it's meant to be "sexy" or not, so I just take a shower like usual (except with the curtain open). I wash my mostly smooth body, shampoo my hair. When I clean my cock and balls, my dick grows because of the attention I'm giving it. I let loose a powerful stream of piss into the drain, fulfilling the last of his requests.
I step out of the shower and dry off. My dick hangs low in the heat; my balls swing against my thighs. Drying my crotch with the towel makes me grow to a semi-hard state. I throw the towel on the hanger and turn to face the camera.
"It really is like a third fucking leg," the producer says.
I helicopter my dick. "That's why they call me tripod!"
I walk out into the living room and put on my underwear, settling my hefty endowment into the pouch of my boxer-briefs. I put on the rest of my clothes and sit down on the couch, away from the dried pools of my splooge.
Time for the post-interview.
"What did you think?" he asks.
I shrug. "It was easier than I thought. It wasn't too hard to ignore the camera and just jerk off like normal."
"Good. Would you do it again?"
"Probably."
"With someone else?"
"With another guy?"
"You said you jerked off with friends before..."
"Yeah, in middle school!"
"So? You could do it again. It'd pay more."
More money sounds tempting. "Just jerking off next to him?"
"He would jerk you off, and you would jerk him off."
"I don't know about that."
"Maybe if it's with one of your friends? Someone you've done something similar with before, even if it was a long time ago."
I can't decide whether this would be better or worse, so I say, "Let me think about it."
"I want you to think about something else, too," he says.
I think I know where this is headed. "What?"
"Have you ever considered letting a guy blow you? I mean, give you a really good blowjob?"
I sigh; I was right. "I've had good blowjobs."
"I said REALLY good. Ever been deep throated? Or throat-fucked someone?"
"Not really..." Even the few girls I've been with who don't gag can't (or won't) go very deep and don't like me in their throats.
"Do you want to?"
"To what?"
"Be swallowed to the base. Fuck a throat."
My dick chubs at the idea. I do want that, but I don't really know what he's suggesting. So I say, "Are you asking to suck my dick?"
He smiles. "No. I don't think I could handle you. I've got a small mouth and a sensitive gag reflex. I can find someone who can, though, if you're interested."
"A girl?" I ask, even though I already know the answer.
He laughs and shakes his head. "This is for a gay site, Ned. It'd be a guy."
I shake my head. "I don't know if I can do that."
"Think about it," he says.
We part ways with a promise that I'll consider his proposal of jerking off with a friend; I say nothing more about his potential search for a deep throat.
"How'd it go, Trip?" my friend Ryan asks when I meet him the next day.
"No problems at all, Ry."
"Glad to hear it. No weirdness?"
"Not much. He really admired my dick, which didn't surprise me. Then he asked to 'clean' me after I nutted, and that was kind of weird."
Ryan laughs. "Did you let him?"
"What? No! I already let him touch my dick so he could measure me. I was not letting him put his mouth on me."
"Doesn't seem like a big deal."
"Maybe not to you, but I'm not gay."
Ryan shrugs.
"He wants me to do a duo scene."
"What kind of duo scene?"
"Where some guy jerks me off, and I jerk him off."
"No way you agreed to that."
"I didn't, but he offered more money, so I told him I'd think about it."
"It might not be that bad," Ryan says. "Remember our middle school sleepovers? We didn't jerk each other off, but how many times did the group stroke in front of each other? And you DID let us touch you."
"I know... but that was different. We were just fucking around."
"We could fuck around again."
"Are you suggesting we do the scene together?" I ask.
"I'd be up for it," Ryan says.
I think for a minute. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to try."
A couple weeks later, Ryan and I are sitting next to each other on the producer's couch.
"Glad to have you back, Ned," the producer says.
Ryan chuckles. "Ned. Been a long time since I heard that."
"And you're the friend who originally sent our ad to Ned?"
Ryan nods. "Yep."
"And convinced me to give the duo thing a try," I add.
"Sounds like we owe you a huge debt," the producer says to Ryan.
The producer asks Ryan some more questions and then turns to me.
"Ned...can I ask you something I didn't get around to last time?"
"Shoot," I say.
"Can you selfsuck?"
I chuckle, and Ryan joins in.
"I'll take that as a yes," the producer says.
"I used to do it in front of the guys at sleepovers, 'cause they wondered if I could, but I've never sucked until I cum. And I haven't done it in a long time." (Author's note: In college, this became a sort of party trick, first among my dorm mates and then among my fraternity brothers.)
"Maybe you'll do it for us today?" the producer asks.
I shrug. I'm not opposed to it, but I don't want to commit. I'm still not sure I'll make it through jerking off Ryan.
Ryan and I sit thigh-to-thigh with our dicks in our hands while we watch the video the producer put on. Ryan doesn't seem to be bothered by the straight sex, I'm guessing because the guy is pretty attractive (not always the case for men in straight porn) and because he's enjoying watching me stroke my lengthy prick.
After a few minutes, the producer tells us to start using our hands on each other. Ryan has no qualms, but I'm less eager.
"I'm just gonna touch it, Ned," Ryan says. "I won't even put my hand around it until you say okay."
I nod and let go of my dick. I lean back and watch Ryan place his palm on the underside of my throbbing shaft, slick with precum. He doesn't wrap his fingers around me, but he presses his palm against the spot where my ballsac meets my dick root. It feels damn good. I moan slightly; my dick throbs.
I grab Ryan's hand and wrap it around me. He looks at me and smiles while he glides his hand easily up and down the nearly 11 inches of my dick.
Ryan changes position and his hard dick touches the back of my hand, which was resting on the couch. I instinctively pull away. Ryan stops mid-stroke. He looks me in the eye, then looks at my dick, then his own dick.
I take a deep breath and put my hand around his cock. It's not something I thought I'd ever do, but it doesn't disgust me, which is what I feared, so that's good. The weirdest part is getting used to the size difference. Ryan is probably 6 or so inches long and average thickness. The way my hand wraps around his dick doesn't feel natural; it's not what I'm used to.
As he did during my first video, the producer interrupts us for different angles and still shots. I think he wants us to jack each other to completion, but despite Ryan's efforts, I don't feel myself getting any closer to orgasm. The next time he stops us for photos, I ask him about finishing myself.
"How about this?" he suggests. "You show me you can selfsuck while Ryan keeps rubbing your dick. Then you can finish however you want."
Because I think it will take too long for me to cum with Ryan masturbating me, I agree. I bend down and easily take my broad, swollen cockhead between my lips. It feels good, better than my hand, and I let out a quiet moan.
"That was so fucking easy for you," I hear the produce say in amazement.
I swab my tongue around my cockhead and kiss the tip. I remove Ryan's hand and resume stroking my own dick.
Ryan and I sit close together. His left arm is around my shoulders while he jerks off with his right hand. I'm using both hands on my massive piece, fucking my fists as I usually do.
Ryan cums first. His left hand squeezes my shoulder, and he pushes his body against mine while he pours out a load of 18-year-old cum onto his stomach and pubes. After he finishes, he watches me, mesmerized by the motion of my hands, the rise and fall of my fat, full balls. It's been a few days again, so I think this orgasm will be similar to the last.
Ryan surprises me by reaching down and playing with my balls. I'm shocked but I'm too close to finishing to stop or even say anything to him. He gently pulls on my sac and squeezes my nuts.
"Fuuuuck, Ry," I moan loudly and erupt.
The first load hits me in the eyes, shocking me and causing me to let go of my dick. My cock continues to pump cum, bouncing and swaying with each bursting rope. I hear Ryan gasp when hot wads of my load hit him; I hear the wet splat of my thick jizz landing on the leather couch. Once my balls are empty, my hard-on deflates.
No one says anything at first. I ask for a towel and wipe the cum from my eyes. I open them and look at the producer. He's shaking his head.
"You're un-fucking-believable," he says.
After the scene with Ryan, I told the producer that I'd give some more thought to the blowjob offer.
For the next few weeks, I hear from him pretty regularly, asking if I've made a decision. When he tells me that he found someone who can deep throat me, I finally bite the bullet and ask how much he's offering. He says that the money will be equal to the combined payout of the first two scenes. "Maybe more," he adds cryptically.
I talk it over with my closest friends. Ryan suggests that I "just close your eyes and imagine it's one of your bitches." Another friend says it's completely gay; a couple argue that getting your dick sucked isn't gay. Dicks go in holes is their motto.
To support this latter view, Ryan sends me videos of straight (or supposedly straight) guys being serviced by gay guys. I find myself turned on by the videos where the straight guy takes control of the gay guy and uses him.
I tell the producer that I'll do it.
I look down at the guy between my legs. He's my age. Black hair. Blue eyes. Cute. Average height and slightly muscular. He's shirtless, but I'm making him keep his shorts on. I have no idea what his name is. Whether that's because he and the producer never told me or because I didn't pay attention, I don't know. What I do know is that he loves my dick.
It took a while for us to get to this point. When I arrived at the producer's house, I thought about backing out. The producer was understanding of my equivocation and moved things along slowly, talking to us about our lives--both sexual and otherwise--and letting the straight porn videos play for me in the background. My cock grew chubbier and chubbier until I finally pulled it out of my pants. The new guy's reaction to my semi was priceless: "What the fuck is that?" It didn't take him long to recover from his shock.
He holds my leaking piece against his face, feeling the weight and heat against his skin. He kisses the shaft, starting at the base and working his way up to the tip. He slides his tongue over my flared, swollen cockhead and tongues my piss slit, lapping up my streaming precum. His face has been buried in my crotch for at least 5 minutes, worshipping my man meat with his mouth.
I'm enjoying his worship; I've never had anyone spend so much time just experiencing my dick with their mouth and hands. It feels like we're each in our proper roles. But there's a next step, where we see if the producer has found someone talented enough to take all of me.
I put my hand on the cocksucker's forehead and make him look up at me. He looks drunk. I grab my dick and repeatedly slap him with it, leaving red marks on his cheeks and forehead where I've whipped him with my piece. He whimpers but says nothing. My free-flowing precum crisscrosses his face. I use my dickhead to smear it around, even it out, so his face glistens with my sticky lube.
I press my dick against his lips; he takes just my head into his mouth, closing his lips behind the corona of my throbbing glans. He nurses on my leaking cock, swiping his tongue all around the warm velvety head. I let out a relaxed sigh. I'm surprised how quickly my reservations disappeared once I had this boy in front of me.
"Stroke my shaft while you suck the head," I tell him. He obeys.
I push him off of me and stand up, towering over him. I lower my scrotum to his mouth and let my hard dick rest on his forehead while he sucks my cum-filled balls. I stroke my dick and watch the porn while listening to him eagerly slurp on my wrinkled sac and nuts. No woman has ever been so enthusiastic.
I drag my dick down his face and present it once again to his mouth. He opens obediently. The slight downward curve of my massive prick should make it relatively easy for him to swallow me in this position.
I slide my dick over his tongue and into his mouth. His lips stretch to accommodate my girth. My sensitive head touches the roof of his mouth, and I reposition myself slightly. I poke the back of his throat, and he gags and pulls away. I look up at the producer, disappointment on my face.
"Trust me," he mouths.
I place my right hand on the back of the cocksucker's head so he can't pull away again; I look down and tell him to look me in the eye. I hold his gaze while I feed my shaft back into his mouth. He adjusts his head slightly when I near the back of his tongue, and I feel my cockhead slide into his throat. His throat closes around me. I moan loudly and push farther into his gullet. He takes me deeper than anyone else ever has and swallows all but the last about 1.5" of my fuckstick. It's a feeling unlike any I've had before. Not just the physical feeling of his tight throat trying to milk my massive, fat dick but also the psycho-emotional thrill of domination, watching inch after inch of my meat disappear between his lips, seeing his throat bulge to accommodate me.
Now that I know his limits, I begin to fuck his mouth. I pull my dick out of his throat until only my head remains behind his lips, then I push back into his throat. I thrust in and out of his mouth, using his throat like a masturbation toy, like his mouth is nothing but a pocket pussy that exists only to pleasure my massive prick. Tears pour down his cheeks as he struggles to breathe and keep up with the force of my thrusts. I pull him down on my cock and hold his head in place. His throat spasms and twitches on my shaft. He gags; a chill runs up my spine. I like the sound, and I like that he submits to my intrusion, that he doesn't try to push me away.
Thinking back on it, the speed with which I took to facefucking this guy kind of surprises me. It didn't take long for my hesitance to give way to my need, my urge to fuck.
I wonder whether I should pump my seed down his throat or pull out most of the way and blast it across his tongue or pull out all the way and paint him with it. I vaguely recall the producer saying something about a facial, so I decide that's the way to go. I've abstained from cumming for several days, just as I did for the other two videos, so a facial is probably the safest bet anyway. Wouldn't want to drown the boy.
I stop fucking his face and look down at his red, watery eyes and spit covered chin. "I'm going to cover you," I say.
I pull all the way out of his mouth. My dick is soaked with spit and throat slime. I place my left hand at the base of my long rod, pressing against my pubic bone and ballsac. I masturbate just the head, which is the quickest way to orgasm.
I look down at my dick; I see it swell and pulse. The head expands. The boy's mouth is open; his tongue hangs out, hungry for my spunk. I grab his hair with my left hand and pull his head back. I haphazardly aim at his mouth. My warm, thick cum lands in ropes in his hair, on his forehead, across his face, dripping down his neck. He swallows every drop that lands on his tongue, gulping down every ounce of my sperm.
My orgasm subsides and my softening cock droops. He kisses it and cleans it with his mouth. He looks up at me and says, "Thank you."
The ringing of the doorbell wrenches me out of my reverie of remembrance. I open the door; my 18-year-old cocksleeve candidate gasps when he sees me fully hard. My 10.5" dick is rigid, wet, and ready for worship.
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