Best friends

by STrotman   

Two best friends—one straight, one not straight—explore love and intimacy.

Tim was on his way over. I live sort of downtown-adjacent and he works downtown, so it’s not uncommon for him to swing by and have a drink or two after work. I make them strong. He turns into a mad man when he drinks and has no boundaries, including sucking my fucking dick. 

It was that week that passes for spring in the south. You know, the one week where neither the heat nor the air conditioning are running. So my windows were open as was my front door, other than the storm door. Ceiling fans were whirling. It was a nice day. I work from home, so I wrapped that up about the time heavy footsteps were on my front porch. “Yo Mike. I’m comin’ in.” 

We’ve been best friends for decades and we’ve been messing around for just over half that time, so it doesn’t bother me when he just lets himself in. I was wearing a tight pair of athletic shorts, the kind made of that shiny, stretchy material but, knowing that Tim was coming over, I had elected to lose the boxer briefs, letting my dick and balls free to bounce around and hang out with gravity. I stood from my desk and walked to where the kitchen joined the living room. I stretched and held myself bent backward, pushing my crotch out for Tim to get a gander of what he’ll soon be blowing.

“God damn, dude. You need to get that thing licensed and insured.” He always had a fresh joke to mask the fact that he loved my big cock and low hanging balls. “Look at you, bro. Finally got that fat off your belly. Got some ab action goin on,” he complimented me. I was happy for that compliment, because—in stark contrast to what I was blessed with between my legs—my body was a royal bitch to get in any kind of shape and sucked up huge chunks of my free time just to maintain.

Purposefully manhandling myself, I told Tim to come into the kitchen and I would fix him a drink. He was easy to pour for … Jameson on the rocks … can’t get much simpler. Tim was six foot, six one on a good day, so he was not some delicate little flower and he was totally man. I, on the other hand, stood six eight so I towered over him. Tim had your standard white guy body. He worked out a lot, and it showed, with his hot-as-fuck six pack and Adonis belt. Best of all, he had NMFA—Niiiiiice Mutha Fuckin Azz! 

I walked behind him to the kitchen so I could watch them pert globes rise and fall in his well fitted dress pants. I wanted in that ass so badly that I could taste his virgin asshole on my tongue and my dick got a little heavier because I was turned on as fuck.

“Your usual? Or need I ask?” my baritone voice issued from my barrel chest. I poured him a sizeable amount of Jameson over a suspiciously small number of ice cubes and handed it over.

“Tryin’ to get me drunk, huh Mike,” he said, downing the entire drink.

“You caught me. Guilty as charged, man.”

“Hit me again,” he said.

We might have acted like the two dumbest guys in the state, when we’re both around each other. However, we both possessed IQs well past the genius barrier, were college educated, decently traveled (Tim’s been everywhere; I have not traveled as extensively as he), were successful … and we were both good looking and, in my case, hung like an ox.

Like I said earlier, we’d been messing around for over ten years. Tim was actually the one to initiate things … and he was sober at the time. I was staying at his house because I was actually the drunk one and didn’t want to leave my car. At the time, he was in a one bedroom next to one of the college campuses.

I said, “Hey man. Your couch fucks my back up. I’m gonna crash with you.” Which was true. His couch was way too small to accommodate my six eight, size fourteen, shoulders-like-a-linebacker ass.

“Yeah man. Just grab some pillows, I don’t have any extra ones.”

I came in his bedroom and stripped down to my boxer briefs then got in the bed without pulling up even a sheet. Tim came in, similarly stripped down to his boxer briefs and lay on the other side of the bed, turning out the light.

He started talking to me, “Man, Mike. I have a lot of gay friends and I love em and all but I don’t get em. It’s like they are so feminine and so flamboyant. Which is entertaining and cool if you just went through a breakup or something and need someone to hear you out. You’re different, though. I mean, I know that you’re—” 

“Not straight,” I interjected with a smirk. 

“Yeah. You’re not straight but I totally can’t tell. You register to me as 100% grade-A man. You have some feminine ways, but it’s actually funny to see you make them because you just don’t fuckin’ act gay.” 

We had had this conversation, or a version of it, at least a thousand times, but I was drunk as fuck so I just went with it. 

“I just think that you’re so cool and I love you man,” he said.

I knew he meant it, too, the loving me part. I love him, too. Deeply. Spiritually. I can sense his emotions, his mindset, his wants his needs. We’re that close of friends. Our mutual friends and pretty much everyone we run into automatically assume that we’re married … boyfriends at the least. But we’re not. “I love you, too, Tim. All my heart, dude.”

He rolled over on his side, facing away from me. Then the son of a bitch started scooting closer and closer to me until he made contact with my side. I had rolled over and lay with my hands behind my head and my legs manspread as hell to give junior room to breathe. I didn’t have to ask him because I just knew that he wanted me to hold him. So I rolled onto my side and fit myself flush to his back. My god damned dick was buried in his ass crack and you know how much I love dat azz. I can’t help it. By default, I am one-hundred-percent a top. Like there’s no need to ever think of me bottoming for anyone because, to me, having all eleven inches of my fat, uncut, cock buried in an asshole or a pussy or a mouth is the pinnacle of pleasure. I might bottom for Tim if it ever came up, but I’d be flipping him over in no time. 

My dick is even big when soft at about eight inches. Mike, he’s a grower and a shower. Right then, though, I was trying to ignore the way his ass crack nuzzled my no longer fully flaccid penis, to instead focus on holding Tim. He reached behind him and pulled my long, strong arm over him and he just sorta settled into it by releasing a pent-up breath, laying fully against me and god damn if he didn’t do that cute thing bottoms do when they like the feeling of your meat between their legs.

I kissed the back of his neck and said, “Are you okay, buddy?” Another kiss on the back of his neck, “I’ll do anything you want, Tim, so long as it makes you happy.”

He kissed my forearm which made my dick jump a little and probably chubbed up a bit. “Mike. This is gonna sound so fucked up and weird but there is one thing you could do for me.”

“And what’s that you want me to do for you?”

“Would you mind … would you please … dammit … Mike, would you let me suck your dick?”

Honestly, it wasn’t the last thing that I thought he might have asked me, although I was seriously think he would ask me to fuck him. Junior is no training dick. He is meant for experienced riders only … but I would still fuck the shit out of Tim. I’d just have to take my time, have patience and not give him more than he could handle. Another day perhaps. “You sure you want to buddy? I mean… have you ever sucked anyone else’s dick before?”

“Nope, you would be my first. I’ve never actually wanted to suck anyone’s dick but yours, but I have had these feelings for a few years now and I think it’s time that we act on them.”

“Okay. How you wanna do this? You want me standing over you, laying in your bed, sitting at the edge of the bed with my feet on the floor? There are many positions, but I want to fulfill your fantasies. I know you’ve daydreamed about sucking my big tool. How do you want me?”

“Let’s start with you standing and kinda just take it from there,” he said. It was so cute. His voice kept catching, his hands were shaking and he was sweating.

He kneeled at the foot of his bed and I walked over until I was standing right in front of him, my bulges right in front of his face. “Go ahead buddy, get me naked,” I said. He reached up with both hands and started slowly pulling down my underwear. He had exposed my lush expanse of silky curls and was twining his fingers in them. I hadn’t showered before going out and I had hit the gym then drank a lot so I was fucking ripe down there. I could smell myself, my cock smelled so bad. Before I could apologize and offer to shower, he laid his cheek against my pelvis and pulled deeply through his nose. 

“God damn, Mike. Your crotch smells so good. You smell like a man. You’ve got a man’s pheromones,” he judged. Okay. My dick was now chubbing up. Just when I was worried that he would miss the show, he pulled my underwear down around my ankles, my big, low-hanging, balls rocking back and forth and my dick hanging long and heavy yet not fully erect. “Can I touch it?” he asked.

“Of course you can touch it. I mean ya gotta kinda touch me some if you’re gonna suck my dick, right,” I said jokingly.

He reached out with one hand and pulled my foreskin back, exposing my red dickhead already coated in a nice sheet of precum. “Lick it, Tim. Taste me.” He looked at my cock with one eye then sensually as fuck reached out his tongue and laps the pre off my dickhead. When his tongue touched my cock, it was as if I had stepped on live wires carrying passion not electricity. “Dear god,” I said.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked quizzically.

“No, bud. That felt fucking amazing. You like the way I taste?”

“God damn yes, I do! You’re sweet and salty and smell delicious, I could drink a bottle of that.”

“Oh, I think that I can arrange that,” I said while obviously looking down at my big ass balls. Even now, they were swelling with the semen I would feed Tim. “Now. Less talking, Tim, and more sucking. I wanna grow hard in your mouth.”

“You’re not hard? Your dick is already twice as long as mine and much fatter.”

“Put it in your mouth … in yo mutha fuckin mouth … put it in your mouth.” Then he did and I could only look down in awe of the beautiful sight of my cock disappearing in Tim’s mouth. And for a first timer, the dude wasn’t half bad. Actually, he wasn’t bad at all and boy was he into it. He was moaning in the pleasure derived from providing me with pleasure. We must be empathic. I was finally hard, but the cool thing about my dick is that it doesn’t get like rock hard until I am about to come. So I didn’t have to feel bad about choking my best friend on a lamb’s leg. God damn, I wanted to instruct him but I’ve decided to just let him have his fun. 

“That’s right, Tim. You’re sucking my dick so well.” His face was covered with his spit and my precum to the point that it was dripping off of his chin. “So good. Slobber on my fuckin dick, Tim.” 

He had both hands down at my root because one wouldn’t reach around my girth. He was stroking half my dick for all it’s worth, and there he went … he was slobbering on my dick, moaning and grinding his ass on his heel, he was so fucking turned on. He’d ditched his underwear somewhere along the way, affording me a nice steady view of what he was packing. I’d seen him naked many times, but in passing and never erect. He was packin’ a nice, standard white boy prick in all of its circumsized, six and a half inches long and about an inch and a quarter in diameter. Perfectly serviceable, but I didn’t feel like sucking dick. I was in heaven right where I was just standing with my legs spread, my hands on my hips, my shoulders broad, looking down at the only man that I’d ever loved as he made love to my cock.

I sat down on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide as a motherfucker because not only did my swollen junk need room but so did my best friend. He was knelt between my legs now, reaching out to take me in both hands again. “You wanna try to deep throat me?” I asked him. “I’ll teach you if you want. You like my big dick, don’t ya Tim?”

“Fuck yeah, I fucking do,” he replied.

“Imagine what it would feel like to have that big damned cock sliding down your throat. How full you’d feel. How amazing you would make me feel.”

“Okay, I’ll try. How do I do it?”

“It’s actually pretty easy. Go ahead and let go of my dick after you’ve put me in your mouth. Good boy. Now take my cock into you until I reach the back of your throat. You’ll feel like you’re gagging or about to throw up. At that point, just think of Mike’s big ole rod like it’s food and sorta just swallow me. The rest is up to me, bud.”

He followed my directions and before I knew it, he had taken my head into his throat. I almost came right there right then but my groin was aching to fuck something and there was poor little Tim with my cock already in his throat, so I began rocking my hips. Fucking slowly and not deeply into that tight virgin throat. I literally could not see, it felt so good. I kept feeling him gagging on me. Then he would try to puke but I’d already gotten a few inches of my meat into his throat so that shit was blocked. The convulsions and movements of his mouth and throat constantly massaged my cock. 

“Fucking god, Tim. I’ve had my dick sucked a million times but you, my buddy, are by far the best,” and he was. “I’m gonna put some more in,” I warned him, and I shoved a good six inches of thick Virginia beef into his throat. His mouth had another five inches in it and he sucked on me as hard as he could whilst caressing my turgid flesh with his tongue. That left … two inches? This little bastard had packed an extra inch of erection onto me. So I used that two inches as my throat fucking reserve and began pulling back a few inches to shove myself into him to my root. My strong hands had been holding his head still but now I held him with my whole dick down his throat and his nose buried in my pungent pubes. 

“You like that, Tim? You like Mike’s big cock down your throat?” He nodded his head in the affirmative, which pleasured my cock additionally. “You like the smell of me?” Nodded his head again. “That’s man you smell, Tim. Who’s your man?” He mumbled ‘you are’ against my cock. Then I began jack hammering into his awaiting mouth and throat. Precum and spittle were literally pouring from his strained lips as they fought valiantly to contain my immensity. 

“Look at you, bro. With my pre-jizz pouring out of your mouth. I taste gooood don’t I?” He shook his head ‘yes.’ “I’m gonna let go of your head, Tim. I want you to continue deep throating me but do it at your own pace. I can sit here all night and let you suck my dick, if you need me to. Did I tell you how cute you look with my twelve inch cock buried in your mouth?” 

I wrapped one of my big hands around his throat so I could feel myself inside of him. “I will never get tired of that feeling. You deep throat better and make it last longer doing it than anyone I’ve ever been with. That’s a good boy. Suck on Mike’s dick nice and slow. Yeah man, roll your head around.” He continued deep throating my cock for some unknown interval of time. Time had become meaningless. All there was was my bliss from him giving me the blowjob of my life and my contentedness watching him with adoring eyes as he made love to me. To my cock. My whole body was like a live wire, arching and ready to explode but I held myself off—effortlessly, in fact—so that my best fucking friend could remain in his happy place. Getting more creative, he began pulling back far enough that my head would almost pop out of his throat but then he would take the whole thing back into him like a mutha fuckin pro and just slobber everywhere. He was a messy dick sucker and I loved it.

Some time later, I was ready to lay back, relax, and resume this incredible head session. “Hey buddy. Go ahead and pull me out of your mouth. I wanna lay on the bed.”

Pulling the last of me out of his face, “Mike. Dude. This is incredible! Jesus Christ, look how big you are,” he exclaimed.

“Yeah dude. You were sucking me so good that another inch or so got piled on me. That there is now a genuine, one foot monster cock that you’re sucking so fucking well. You’ve had to have done this before, dude.”

I crawled up on the bed and scooched my ass up so that the headboard was at my shoulders with pillows stuffed behind my back. “You hungry, bro?”

Tim, crawling up on the bed, “I could eat. Why?” he asked.

“Because there’s a nice hunk of tube steak up here with your name written on it,” I said. My long, toned and hairy legs are spread out wide to invite him back onto my junk. My balls were fucking huge and lay puddled on the mattress, spreading with the volume of my seed being produced within.

He was so cute as he sorta duck or crab walked—duckcrab walked?—between my legs until his knees were at my balls. “God damn, your balls are huge!” He leant forward and, to my surprise, rather than a resumption of blowjob, he tilted his head to the side and laid his face on my abdomen. Such a beautiful submissive. I would never have pegged him for being this feminine in bed with me but I fucking loved it. Nothing is hotter than a hard man turned into a passive ball of blowjobs and anal fuckery. 

It was more than that, though. The energy between him and myself was … for lack of a better term, it felt thick. Palpable. Almost visible. So this was making love. I gotta say that I liked it, but I was falling in love with some straight guy who got bicurious and then returned to the fishy side of the pond to marry and spawn. At this moment, his face was alive with happiness, his eyes big and bright and full of affection. “Mike?” 

Oh no, not the ‘Mike.’ This means he wants something big or expensive or both. I croak out a “Yeah?” 

“Mike would you please fuck me?” And just like that a surge of electricity goes straight down the length of my softening cock. 

“Wait a min … wha … huh … are you sure, Tim?”

“Yeah, it’s the other thing that I have been fantasizing about. Then tonight, when you cuddled me, and your dick filled my ass crack, I knew that I would have to have you. I want to feel you in my stomach. I want you to stretch me wide open and fill my insides with your cock. I have to feel you inside of me. I love you, man.”

“I love you, too, bro. I want to … believvvve me when I say that there is literally nothing that I want right now than to fuck you. I’ve dreamt about what you would feel like wrapped around my cock but, Tim buddy, one foot. Two and a half inches in diameter. I cannot stomach the thought of hurting you … and I would hurt you. I’m too fucking big not to hurt you.”

“So hurt me then. I’m not some little pussy, I’m a fucking man, Mike. Just like you. Please dude, I’m begging you.”

My god, I cannot believe that my best friend in the universe literally just begged me to fuck him in the ass. He was right, too, he was a man and there was nothing that I liked more than fucking a straight dude in the ass until he shot a couple of loads without touching themselves. 

Tim was different, though. I actually wanted to take my time with him. Be gentle, attentive and caring … you know, all the shit that I normally am not. First things first, though, I had to check out how tight his business is and make a plan to loosen that junk up. However, I still had the flavor of that incredible blow job on my tongue and daddy wanted more. “All right, punk. I’ll fuck you,” I waved him down as he started bouncing excitedly, “but first we gotta get that hole of yours open and ready for stuffing. First though, would you mind possibly giving me some more of that head of yours? You not only blew my dick, you blew my mind bro.” 

He was still laying on my belly, tracing the barely visible lines of my nascent abs, playing with the hairs in my happy trail. He looked up at me like I was god or something then began kissing down my belly, pulling the hairs of my happy trail into his lips as he went. When he got to my pelvis, he began placing kisses everywhere, soaking up my steak-hoagie-smell before avoiding my cock to head on down to my balls where he played with them, massaged them, kissed them and then licked and tried to suck on them. Both were too big for his mouth but each fit quite nicely and my god what that boy does to a dick, he does to a nut, too. I was incredibly relaxed but so turned on that I thought, I’m gonna have to suck my own dick or fuck myself I’m so horned up. Then he wrapped his hands around my softened cock and guided me into his mouth and as soon as he took me into him, I totally felt like I had had an orgasm. An orgasm without the jizz. “You’re gonna need to get your cock sucking skills patented and copywritten and whatever because you’ve only just taken me into your mouth and I swear that I just came without actually coming!”

I could feel myself getting hard again. Down his throat he took me like a fucking pro cock sucker. He had got as much of me in him as he can manage but now there was more of my cock hanging out his mouth. “Mother Fucker! You’ve just sucked another inch of dick onto me! That’s two inches from one blowjob! I am more turned on than I have ever been, though. And it’s you, Tim. You’re making me bigger just for you!” 

I leant up so that I was sat vertically with Tim busily making noises and mess on my crotch as he suckled me like I was the best thing since air. I reached over and poured some lube on the fingers of my right hand. ‘Time to make the donuts,’ I said to myself. I leaned forward more, now Tim was below my arched chest and I think the dominance turned him the fuck on because he went crazy on my cock. Incoherent. Just slurpin’ and suckin’ and bobbing his head every which way and I loved it. I fucking loved that he was drunk on my cock! 

Luckily, he was sat on his knees with his calves spread behind him which left that god damned bubble but of his angled up and out and I would find that his legs were so spread that it left me with a clear shot at his golden nugget. I began by rubbing my lubed finger against and around his entrance. I decided that I had to gauge his tightness somehow and what better way than to just fucking stick something in him. So I slowly inserted my index finger until I was at the first knuckle. “That all right, buddy?” I checked in on him. He had said ‘yes’ so I inserted more of my index finger into his tight passage. And he was tight. Boy was he fucking tight. I started fucking him with my index finger while he continued to blow me like there was air in my balls and he was drowning. He started moaning even more, stimulated as he was by my finger up his ass. I slowly inserted my other index finger. There was a little discomfort on his behalf but he was a brave soldier and just contents himself with my cock in his mouth whilst I work diligently to open up his tight fucking asshole. Fucking him with two index fingers. 

I slowly slid a pointer finger past his back orifice. Then the other. My fingers were big, too. Everything about me is big. And this bastard had four, count em, four big ole fingers in his ass fucking him slowly. I folded both pointer fingers to increase the diameter that I was opening him up for me. All for me. He balked a bit but was a trooper and just took my cock even deeper into his tight fucking throat. I felt like he is wringing my cock off the base, hewa so good. Then I bent the two index fingers, which elicited a cock-gagged ‘youch.’ 

“How ya doin Tim? You all right?” I felt the back of his head beating against my broad chest as he knodded ‘yes.’ I fucked him on four bent fingers for a while. He had really started getting into it, too. “If you like how my fingers feel inside your hole, my cock will blow your fucking mind, bro.” Then I started scissoring all four fingers and fucking him on my scissoring fingers. He had opened up like a champ. I honestly couldn’t believe it. Tim’s ass had gone from a super tight one-way-street to a warm, tight hole I was certain that I could get into in what seemed like no time—well, the truth was I had no idea how long I had been opening up. With Tim, I defaulted to ‘it will take as long as it will take.’ Take his blowjob. I should have shot a huge fucking load into his belly what feels like hours or minutes ago, but I hadn’t and he kept giving me these ‘ghost orgasms’ which felt precisely like real orgasms but I did not release any semen. I’d had more ghost orgasms than I could remember. All I’d known for what felt like forever was my cock down his throat bringing me near constant orgasmic bliss and my fingers in his ass, my hands wrapped around his beautiful ass cheeks, and the feeling of my engorged balls as they slide across the bed on occasion.

“I think you’re ready, buddy. Ya wanna just go ahead and pull my dick out of your skull?” I had already removed my fingers from his hole and was laid back on my bent arms just watching idly as Tim continues to minister unbelievable head on my cock. Finally, I guessed he came to his senses because he began to slowly raise his head up off of me. The slowly exposed expanse of my cock is thick with our mingled juices … my precum and his saliva. He looked up at me, face and eyes red and swollen, cum and spit falling out his mouth and dripping into a pool on the bed. My crotch feels cold all of a sudden from all of the precum that has dripped from Tim’s perfect mouth has puddled in my pubic hair and under my ass and balls and had cooled in the air conditioned air. 

I moved over and said to him, “Turn around for me bro. That’s it. Straddle me. That’s it. Now lean back and put your ass on my face.” My dick got so fucking hard watching his pert and perfect globes of ass cheeks approaching my face. “You can suck my dick while I eat your ass, buddy.” He did but he was having issues getting me all the way into him because my cock was so ass hungry that it was hard as fucking cast iron. “You’re not gonna get the whole thing, Tim. Use your hands and suck what you can get in your mouth. Sorry, bro, your hot ass has me harder than fuck. There ya go. Unh, that feels amazing!” 

I took one long, mighty and broad lick from his balls to his tailbone. Then I was lapping up that asshole like I was starving and there was food up in there. I was making ungodly noises both orally and by means of my wet, thick tongue eating him like breakfast. Then I was fucking him with my tongue. Disappointed that I could not reach his prostrate with my tongue for some reason even though I knew that it didn’t work like that. Basically, I wanted in his guts and I wanted in them bad. I pulled myself out of an ass-fog and away from his amazing azz and told him, “It’s time. You ready for this, bud?”

“Yeah, Mike. Can’t wait. I hope that I don’t shit on you!”

“It’s all right if you do. I’ll just push it back up in ya, is all. Okay! You! On your back with your head on the pillows. Good boy. Now, legs with your knees beside your head. Whoa, look at you! Your asshole is fucking beautiful, Tim.” I poured lube onto my dick and massaged it to coat me then took my slickened fingers and inserted them into Tim’s hole whilst rubbing lube all around his entrance. I walked on my knees up to him. His gorgeous asshole was actually at an angle where the downward arc of my cock was pointing my head right at it. “Okay, bro. I’m gonna start feeding your hole some dick. Don’t hesitate to tell me if it hurts or if you need me to stop or pause, okay? Good.” 

My cock was broader on the horizontal than on the vertical. A good half inch broader in diameter, so three inches broad and two and a half in height. Like a big tapeworm. I was so fucking hard that my foreskin was nowhere in sight and the broad head of my cock was an angry red and swollen, drooling precum directly onto his asshole. I rubbed it in and used my thumb to push more of my natural lubricant into his passage. Then, it was that time. I towered over Tim on my knees and my dickhead was literally held against his entrance that was now pulsing hungrily. “Your body wants my body. It’s like you need me to be inside of you. It’s entrancing.”

“That’s because I do need you inside of me. Mike, I have never thought about doing this with anyone else. But I love you soooo much, dude. I don’t want us to be separated. I want us in one body. One mind. One heart and one soul.”

“You know you get cheesy when you’re about to get fucked, right?”

He laughed. “Well fucking put that monster you call a cock in me, dude!”

“Don’t have to ask me twice,” I used my left hand to fine tune my aim and then I felt his quivering entrance as it pressed a kiss against the head of my dick before I gently shoved his anal muscles aside and pressed my broad arrowhead of a glans into his hole. I could feel him parting for me, his warm insides caressing my massive cock as my head disappeared into his asshole. “God damn, Tim. You have the best hole I’ve ever been in. It’s almost like you’re fitted for me or something.” I watched as his entrance expands to accept more of me. My cock was like a thirteen inch weapon designed solely to force adversarial assholes to submit to my might.

“Mmmmm, Mike. You’re stretching me so wiiiiide. Feels so good. God, I feel so full Mike.”

“Tim there is plenty more of me where that came from. Hell, I’m not even halfway in yet. I got more of my dick hanging out your ass than you have dick period.” I was sliding into him super slowly. I wanted him to experience everything. Every inch of my enormous cock as it slid into him, vanquishing him and lovingly taking his virginity. His walls were oh so deliciously tight around me as I fed him yet more cock.

“Dear god, Mike. Are you in my stomach?”

“Umm … I don’t think so. Your colon maybe? Nah, I’m not that long.”

“Feels so good. God damn I love you, Mike. All my heart bro.”

“Ditto. I wish you could see what this looks like. How perfect my cock looks buried in your hole. Your hole is no longer small, either. I’m so fucking turned on dude that I think I’m fatter than usual. Your little asshole clings to my fat shaft like it’s afraid my dick will leave.” 

And just like that, I hit bottom in him. A good three inches of me left to hang outside and eventually give me the extra length that I would need to properly fuck his god damned brains out. “That’s the end of you, bud. I’ve filled you from stem to stern, bro. I’ve got some more dick but you don’t have anywhere to put it.” Then I put a wind on my hips and started slowly long-donging him. I was so fat inside of him that my cock never left contact with his prostrate. I pulled out just enough to leave some of me stimulating his special spot then slowly rammed it home again. The circular motion of my hips stretched his hole even more as my dick took on the trajectory dictated by my hips. His asshole was making pussy noises. Little farts and queefs. Slurping noises.

“OMG Mike, what is that feeling inside of me?”

I pulled back enough so that my head was right before his prostrate and say, “What feeling? This fucking feeling?” as I aggressively drove my glans against his pleasure spot.

“OMG! Yes! That fucking feeling! Oh my god I just came!”

“I can confirm orgasm one has left the building as I your entire ass is jumping around and sucking at my cock for all you’re worth. God damn that felt good. Ready for another one?”

By now, I was just fucking Tim. I mean that I was fucking Tim. Hard, fast, deep, side to side motion the head of my dick banging against whatever sat at the end of his asshole. This man would know he has been fucked. There he went, orgasming anally again. He had never even heard of an anal orgasm before he had one. I liked ’em because they feel good on my junk but the tumult in his hole fucked up my rhythm a bit. So I just plowed through those spasming muscles. His asshole was so stretched around my junk that he looked deformed. Like someone threw a two by four and it embedded in his ass. My cock being the two by four. I’d mushed Tim down into the pillows by placing all of my weight on his shoulders as I basically did situps and hip thrusts on him, bending him nearly in half. I didn’t care, the man was delirious on my cock and happy as a mutha fuckin’ clam. He ain’t complaining none. I had stretched this man’s ass out so big that his cunt played a soundtrack of slurping, burping, squishing, squelching and every other sound that would normally be a turn off but has me so incredibly hot right now. ‘I did that to him!’ 

Squelch, slurp rapidly … I was fucking him so hard and deep that my thighs probably blurred in their motion as they drive over a foot of fat cock into Tim’s virgin asshole. Impossibly, I grew even harder … even thicker. I’d filled his gap again and now the nasty soundtrack had been banished. I could feel my balls pulling up. Up, up and up until they are lodged securely against the underside of my beast. “I’m gonna come, Tim. You want my load inside of you?”

“Please come Mike. Please come inside of me. I wanna feel you pump me full of your seed.”

I swear he’d been reading online porn. So dramatic. I was pumping my cock into him with all of my might. His beautiful ass cheeks were going to be bruised all to hell and his hole was just plain fucked-out. This man was not walking for two weeks. “You’re so tight, Tim. I swear I wanna fuck you all god damned day, bro.” I was pounding dat azz so hard that I had pushed him up against the headboard. I could feel him kissing my chest and it made me feel like a mutha fuckin man. I was ramming up into him, lifting his whole body a good eight inches to a foot, depending on the stroke I’m throwin’ at him. 

I leaned back to observe the final moments of our love making as my balls made themselves quite known with their desire to impregnate this fucker. Tim was so cute, suckling my right nipple while I pushed him up and down with the force of my slide into him. Then my cock swelled into even greater proportions as my balls seized and I whited out from sheer bliss. I could feel Tim’s hole attempting to tighten about me. He was milking me. With his asshole the fucker was kneading my cock, stretching it and tightening about me inside of him while I pour ungodly amounts of semen into his hungry cunt. Tim had come, too! His belly was covered with his semen. I wanted to lick up every drop but I couldn’t take the thought of not being inside of him. So I pulled out until there were precious few inches of me in his hole and lapped- his semen like it was the most precious substance on earth. Well, it was, to me. I loved this man. So much. 

I looked down to my engorged cock to see that it was every bit the girth of Tim’s wrist. Maybe bigger. My god, I had the cock of a god and I just used it to pleasure the only person I’ve ever had strong feelings about. I slid as far back into him as he could accommodate, then wrapped my arms around his chest and pulled him up into a hug. I was thirsty but refused to exit his guts, so I stood up with his body tucked around mine and walked to the kitchen with my forearm of a cock buried deep deep inside of him. We both shared a water then I laud us on the couch. I didn’t remove myself from him, but we fell deeply asleep. Him in my arms. His innards wrapped around my impossibly still hard penis.

When the alarm in my phone went off, I awoke to Tim nestled comfortably in my arms. ‘I should hold him like this more often,’ I thought to myself and then immediately rejected the thought as it would place too heavy an emotional angle on our perfect friendship. My cock had gone soft but, as there was now even more of it, some of me was still inside his hole. I gently pulled my hips back to dislodge myself. Then, even more quietly, I stood from the sofa where Tim was fast asleep in a huge fucking puddle of cum. I made my way to his room, found my undies, and pulled them on. I found my pants and my shirt and pulled the pants on without buckling my belt and threw the shirt across my shoulder. I wore flip flops so I shove my feet into them. Then I headed toward his front door, stopping to kiss him on his forehead. Then I was off. Home to shower, caffeinate, and a Zoom meeting at ten a.m.

That was over ten years ago.

I’ve continued to fuck him but we try to do it only when he is on vacation because I tear him up so good that it takes over a week for him to return to normal. In the interim, his blowjobs have only gotten better. Fucking him has made my cock stretch both in length and in girth. And I’ve fucked him many times with each time bringing at least a fraction of an inch in length and same in girth. I stood in my kitchen the very proud owner of a wrist thick, fourteen-and-a-half-inch absolute monster of a cock. And Tim could suck the bloody hell out of that crotch-monster. Oh—and he still loved the way my unwashed cock and balls smell. He got a hard on from it!

So, Tim was over and we were chillin’. I was plying him with booze so I could get one of those most excellent blowjobs outta him. It was nothing naughty, he knew exactly what I was doing. Tim was sat at a barstool at the island, fucking chugging them Jameson on the rocks. I was standing beside him. Still shirtless, showing off my now nicely defined abs and proto-adonis-belt. No underwear under shear athletic shorts. “Hey Tim. Suck my dick, bro,” I said to him while swinging my hips side to side causing all my suspended, flaccid meat to smack loudly on either thigh.

“Sure thing, buddy,” Tim replied to me. He got off his barstool, got down on his knees and hurriedly pulled down my athletic shorts. All my windows were open, my front door was open, the blinds were up and the curtains were drawn. The whole block could see into my house but I didn’t care and neither did he. In fact, I got off on it and I’m bout certain that Tim did, too.

He pulled my flaccid cock into his perfect mouth using his hands and his mouth in concert to quickly bring me to erection. He swallowed my fat fucking dick and fucked my dick with his throat, never once gagging or regurgitating. One of his hands held one of my huge balls, the other my cock until he decided to take all of me into his mouth, freeing up both his hands. He used them to fondle, caress and massage my swollen nuts. I’d got him trained to pleasure me. His mouth, his ass, his hands. Fuck, his mind and his heart, too. He gave me his all because his all is what it takes to please me. 

This one was consensually a quickie. In less than half an hour, I was pouring seed down his eager throat while his face was forcibly mashed against my ripe ass pubes. I rarely wash my dick at all anymore. Tim loved it, the funkier the better, I worked from home so I didn’t have to worry about offending anyone with my manly stank. I think I last washed my dick … “Hey, Tim. When was the last time I washed my dick bro?”

Walking into the room from washing his face, “Think it’s been over a month. Yeah, like a month and a half. Why? You’re not planning on bathing are you?”

“Fuck no, dude. Hey, thanks for the blowie. Good lookin’ out. Want another drink?”

“Naw man, I’m actually fairly drunk at the moment. Mind if I crash here tonight?”

“Nope. You sleeping with me or in your own room?”

“Well, I was hoping to sleep with you if that’s okay.”

He wanted me to hold him. I loved holding him but it fucks with my mind, dude. He ain’t gonna settle down and be a happy homo with me and I ain’t the settling down kind.

“Sure thing bud. I’m gonna pop out for a bit and find some ass to slay, though. You cool with that?”

“Yeah man. No worries. Do your thing. Hey, though, if you’re gonna wear that outfit, you need some underwear bro. Your dick is hanging way out of your shorts.”

“That’s because you just fucking blew me dude! I swear, every time you blow me or I tap dat azz of yours, my prick either gets larger or doesn’t go down in a timely manner.”

“Oh I’ve noticed. Remember my cousin Lucy’s wedding?”

“Yeah man. You blew me in the preacher’s private office and then my dick only went half down. That’s like seven or eight inches of prime cock bending out from my groin and I wasn’t even actually hard.”

“Yep, so I had to walk in front of you but your junk kept brushing against my ass crack so when we entered the reception all fifteen inches, mercifully not turgid, of your male perfection we prominently on display.”

“Well what the hell was I supposed to do with fifteen inches of heavy cock? Tuck it up under my ass?”

“Actually that’s not a bad idea.”

Laughing hysterically, I said, “All right man. Lemme run upstairs, change and brush my teeth.”

I came downstairs looking right handsome, I thought. I was wearing a skintight pair of dark wash Diesel Jeans with the bottoms cuffed (hey … I swear they’re coming back, bros), an equally skin tight white cotton tee shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a pair of wingtips with no socks. No belt. No underwear. I love dressing like a greaser from the fifties—minus the grease, of course. Those jeans held my box to perfection. My dick wasn’t even tumbling down my leg and my balls were pulled up nice and tidy. What a fucking basket though, bros. Wooo! I was wearing some Agua de Gio because I like the way it enhances my funk from not bathing.

I clomp down the stairs and Tim is laying on my couch in his undies watching TV. “God damn if you don’t look like an eight foot tall version of the dude from Streetcar Named Desire! Damn boy, wooo, you’re gonna make me take next week off, if ya know what I’m saying.”

“Oh I know what you’re sayin’, and what I’m saying—” I was bending to kiss him on the forehead. “—is do it. Daddy’s hungry for your hole. Now, you. Kiss my basket and wish me and my latest victim good luck.”

He kissed my big fucking package. “Luck, man. If you strike out, lemme know when you get home, and I’ll hook you up again.” 

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