To wish for cock

by CockTFBoi

A chance encounter while hiking starts a series of events that will change Calvin and the world around him forever.

Cock Growth

Cock Shrinking

Added: 12 Dec 2020 Updated: 2 Jan 2021 5,316 words 3,887 views 5.0 stars (2 votes)

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Parts:

Part 1

I’m out for a nice hike on a brisk autumn’s day. Taking in the scenic vistas and the fall colors, and all that shit. This whole shut down thing has been going on for far too long, and after months of hardly leaving my apartment, I needed to get out. I decided that the best way to do this, was to go out into the middle of fucking nowhere and take a hike on a nature trail. I’ve never really been the type to go hiking, but all the parks in town were shut down, again, and I needed some fresh air and to just not be near my roommate.

Jack is okay as a roommate, a bit messy, but not to an extreme. He’s also very hot, with his frat bro demeanor and a well-toned body, or at least as toned as he’s been able to maintain with the free-weights he has in his room. He’s also very straight. Neither of us really had any problems with one another’s sexuality before lockdown first hit, but after being cooped up in that tiny apartment for months on end, neither of us getting any, it has started to wear on me.

Both of us have been jacking off to relieve some of the pent up needs, but Jack has gradually become more brazen about it. At first, he took care of it quietly in his room or the shower, but then he started doing it louder, his moans echoing through the apartment as he jerked his cock. Then somewhere, probably around August, I walked into the apartment with a load of groceries to find Jack sitting on the couch stroking his 5-inch dick while watching straight porn on the TV. The first few times it happened, he’d cover up and head back into his room to finish himself off. Then, eventually he’d stop leaving the room and just ask me to leave him to finish, and then by the time October rolled around, he stopped even doing that. He’d just sit there and keep jacking his dick and carrying on a conversation with me.

I admit, I had been tempted more than a few times to join him, or even help him; not that he had asked. But I had standards dammit. I refuse to be some straight boy’s fleshlight. Besides, I prefer to top, and I’m certainly not going to switch to bottoming for him. Fuck, remembering all that has me hard. Just need to take a few deep breaths of this lovely fresh air, and focus on anything besides hard throbbing cocks spewing cum. Fuck! Okay, those bushes over there look thick enough, maybe I could hide over there, get off the trail for a few minutes, and deal with this.

I walk around the bushes and find a quiet spot, far enough that even if someone walks past, they shouldn’t see me. I lean against a thick tree, keeping it between me and the trail, and reach down and undo my jeans. I tug them down a little and reach into my briefs, fishing my 9-inch cock and balls out. I let my cock dangle there for a few moments, throbbing in the cool air, a strand of precum already hanging from the tip.

I lean back, letting my eyes close as my hand glides up and down my smooth shaft. I smear my precum along my dick, before pausing. I bring my hand up and smear a good amount of spit into my palm and then coating my dick in it. I can hear the wet slapping sound as I start stroking my cock in earnest, my mind picturing the hot ass of the hot bear I saw at the store the other day. With my other hand I pull my shirt up, exposing my slim chest before reaching over to tweak my nipples. I let out a soft moan as I picture myself, balls-deep in the hairy ass of the hot bear, slamming his prostate and making him moan like a bitch in heat.

I can feel myself getting close already when I feel something warm and wet encircle the head of my cock. My eyes snap open and I look down. Between my legs is a sexy young bear of a man. He looks like a stereotypical lumber jack, a thick dark beard on his face, a thick pelt of hair on his chest, and thick muscular arms grabbing my hips. Beneath the slab of his pecs sits a rounded, yet muscular belly his powerful abdominals obvious even under a generous layer of fat. His thick, powerful thighs are coiled beneath him as he squats in front of me. Before I can react, he pushes his face forward, practically inhaling my dick without the faintest hint of hesitation or a gag reflex. His lips push my hand from my cock as he takes it into his mouth to the root.

I bring my hand up to join my other one in playing with my nipples and my smooth, hairless chest. I’m trying to hold back, but his mouth is so warm, and his tongue seems to know just where to rub and press to maximize my pleasure. I’m gasping and moaning until finally, I grasp his shoulders, my eyes tightly closed, and I say in a hoarse whisper, “I’m gonna cum.” Without even pausing, he takes my cock to the base, burying his nose into my trimmed pubes and holds it there. I feel him swallowing around the head of my dick, lodged somewhere in his throat as he sends me over the edge. My balls pull up tight against my body as my dick starts pumping rope upon rope of thick cum into his waiting mouth.

As I come down from my orgasm the bear stands up, licking his lips. I see his own cock is 6 inches long with several long strands of cum dangling from it, while more cum is soaking into his thick pubes. His body is smeared in dirt and leaves, and he is giving off a heady musk that has my cock plumping up again. He towers over me, easily 10 inches taller than my own 5’6”. I notice his ears are long and pointed, like someone doing an elf cosplay, though the rest of his demeanor doesn’t match any elf I recognize from something. He leans over to me, bringing our mouths together for a deep kiss, the taste of my cum heavy on his breath. His tongue worms its way into my mouth, caressing my tongue and I lightly suck on it.

He pulls back after a moment and speaks, his voice a deep rumbling bass with an accent I couldn’t quite place, “Thank you. Here, I give you present.” He reaches down and grabs my cock around the base, squeezing it tight. When he takes his hand away, I looked down to see a metal cockring around the base of my cock with a second ring going under and behind my balls. Another metal piece sits between my balls, separating them and making them hang low, away from my body. “There, keep cock strong and make cock’s wishes come true.”

“Wait, what?” I say incredulously, tugging at the ring on my cock a bit half-heartedly trying to pull it off. I look up and the guy is already walking away, still completely naked. He isn’t even wearing shoes. “Hey wait!” I cry out as I tuck my cock back into my briefs and start to follow him. I make it about 50 feet before he ducks behind a tree, and once I make it to the tree he’s gone without a trace. I stand there for a minute, completely silent hoping to hear him make a noise or something. However, despite the ground being littered with leaves, I don’t hear anything.

I pull my briefs back down. The guy might be gone, but I don’t have to wear his weird cockring. I give it a few tugs, but it seems stuck. It doesn’t help that my cock is back to full mast. I try to pull the ring away from my body a bit, maybe I can work my nuts out that way, but it’s stuck fast against my body. I can hear the sounds of people talking and laughing. Someone must be coming up the trail. Shit, I better get out of here. I tuck my turgid cock back into my briefs, pushing it to one side as best as I can and close my jeans over top. My bulge is rather obscene, and definitely going to be noticeable by anyone paying the least bit of attention. I head back towards the trail, taking my time. I hope that whoever is there passes quickly and I can get back to my car. I think I’m done with my hike now anyways.

I pass a family as I get back to the trail. Most of them don’t pay me any attention, though the older son, a few years younger than me, maybe 18 or 19, notices my bulge and stumbles a bit. He turns and blushes and hurries off after his family. After them, I luckily don’t see anyone else until I make it back to the parking lot. As I get to the edge of the parking lot, I see my car and several others. Unfortunately, there are also two douchey looking frat guys between me and my car. They’re chatting and shooting the shit, though from what I can overhear they sound just as douchey as they look. They’re talking about their latest conquests in the bedroom, bragging about some rather dubious methods to get girls in bed. I’m hoping I can get to my car before they notice me, not wanting to deal with whatever shit they’re going to give me. Particularly as my dick is still just as hard as it was when the bear slipped the cockring on me.

I start walking, trying to look inconspicuous as I pass the guys. The gravel is crunching under my feet, and I try to keep my gaze locked on my car. I steal a quick glance at them, and my gaze is met by the guy with brown hair. He glances at my shoulder, seeing my pride tattoo and then his eyes flick down to my crotch and I can tell he notices my hardon.

“Hey, look at the cocksucker over there,” he says to his friend while he nudges the one standing next to him.

“Fucking disgusting!” his black-haired friend adds.

My ears are burning, and I pick up my pace. They continue shouting epithets at me as I climb into the driver’s seat of my car. I fumble with my seatbelt a few times, hoping that they’ll leave me alone long enough to get out of here. “I wish gay guys were just fucking normal, so I wouldn’t have to deal with this shit,” I mutter in an agitated tone as I start my car up. I feel a strange surge of pleasure in my nuts and a strange heat. It feels like I’m about to cum suddenly. My body tenses up and goes rigid as I feel the pleasure burst forth, running up my dick. When the pleasure reaches the tip of my cock, there is a sudden bright light, and everything goes quiet.

The light fades and everything seems normal. I glance down, expecting a wet spot on my jeans, but there’s nothing. “Did I just have a stroke?” I think to myself. I look over towards the guys, expecting to see them advancing on me, but I’m shocked by what I see. The two guys have stopped and are now in a passionate embrace with one another, their lips meeting in a sloppy kiss. The one guy with black hair runs his hand down his brown-haired friend’s chest and gropes his cock through his jeans. He fumbles with the zipper for a moment before fishing an average sized cock out, giving it a few strokes. Even in my car, I can hear the brown-haired man’s moans. My cock remains rock hard as I watch the homophobic frat bros’ sudden erotic display. I unzip my jeans and pull my own cock out, unable to contain myself any further. I start stroking my cock as I watch the frat bros go at it.

The black-haired man sinks down, squatting in front of his friend. He licks up the length of his friend’s cock before taking the head into his mouth. He sinks down the length of the shaft, taking the cock to the base with the ease of an experienced cocksucker. His friend is moaning, running his fingers through his hair. The black-haired man gropes his own crotch as he sucks, his lips gliding up and down the smooth skin of his friend’s shaft, his cheeks pulled inward from the suction. The brown-haired man’s moans reach a crescendo and he cries out, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” His knuckles go white with effort as he holds his friend’s face against his crotch. A few thin lines of cum drip out of the corner of the black-haired man’s mouth.

The two look over to me, seemingly realizing they had an audience. “Oh fuck,” I say, letting go of my dick. I throw my car into gear and start driving before they have a chance to start after me again. “What the fuck was all that?” I think, “They were about to kick my ass, and then suddenly they’re making out and sucking dick in the parking lot.” I make it out onto the main road and start back towards my apartment, just wanting to hide in my room and relax a bit. Today has been far too weird.

Part 2

After a while, I’m onto the highway cruising at a decent pace. As I drive, I keep seeing strange movement out of the corner of my eye. By the time I look, whatever it was is gone, but it’s making me feel a bit paranoid. Adding to that paranoia, my 9-inch boner was still hanging out of my fly, slowly leaking precum down the shaft despite me not touching it. I hadn’t stopped since I peeled out of the parking lot, and there was no way I could stuff it back into my jeans one-handed.

Another half hour and the strange movement has continued, giving me an intense headache. I decide to get off the highway and stop for some coffee. Luckily at the next exit is a Barstucks, so I pull into the parking lot. I park away from the other cars and take a few moments to wrestle my cock back into my jeans. It’s a bit painful and the bulge is very noticeable, but there’s no sign that my cock is going to go soft any time soon.

I grab my hoodie from the backseat of my car and pull it on. It is a bit warm for it, but maybe it will keep me looking a bit more decent. I pulled on my mask and start walking towards the shop, I notice that someone must have defaced the sign. Instead of the usual mermaid logo, somebody had painted a guy holding two dicks pointed at his face. I thought it seemed a bit strange that they’d leave that up as I walked in.

Luckily, there’s no line and I walk right up to the counter. A twinky guy, alone behind the counter takes my order, a simple chai tea latte, and he turns to start making my drink. His ass looks nice in his tight jeans and I feel my cock throb in my pants, and I bite my bottom lip to suppress a moan. Fuck, I need to do something about this, I am way too horny to focus. While the twink is working on my drink I quickly run to the bathroom. I’m tugging my hoodie up even before I’m through the door, and pop my pants open as the door shuts behind me.

I walk into the single-person bathroom and lean against the wall near the sink, pulling my cock out and letting it bob in the air a few times. I take a grip of it, smearing precum over the head before I lovingly stroke up and down my shaft.

“Fuck, I wish I had a cocksucker here to give me a blow job,” I said aloud while my hand continued to languidly stroke my cock. There was a sudden surge of pleasure and my cock squirted a heavy dollop of precum out onto the floor. A couple moments later the door opens, and I realize that I forgot to lock it in my haste to jack off. Fuck it, it’s not like there’s any time to hide my dick. The twink from behind the counter comes in, his eyes going wide as he sees me jacking my cock. He closes the door behind him, locking it, then he quickly strides over to me, dropping to his knees.

He takes a grip around the base of my cock with one hand, his fingers gliding against the flesh and the wooden cock ring. His other hand tugs down his mask, and in one smooth motion he slides the head of my cock into his mouth. The warm wet mouth feels amazing as his soft lips slide further down my shaft and his tongue flexes and rubs against the underside of my cock.

“Oh fuck yeah, swallow that cock,” I say as my hand grips the back of his head. I run my fingers through his short brown hair as I push my big dick further and further into him. He gags a little as my dick pushes past his tonsils and he looks up at me, his brown eyes tearing up slightly. I hold his head there for a moment before I let him off for air. He pulls off completely, catching his breath, but smiling at me before he goes back to sucking on my cock. His other hand slides along his tight shirt to his pants, kneading his crotch through his jeans.

I let my eyes close and I lean my head back, moaning. My hand is resting on his head, running through his hair. “Fuck, you’re such a good cocksucker,” I moan looking down, “you hardly even need to touch your own dick, do you?” I’m a bit surprised at myself. I don’t usually get verbal like this, but its feeling really good to do it. The twink looks up at me, my cock buried to the root in his mouth, he gives a moan around my cock, nodding slightly. He takes his hand away from his crotch and sliding it up my thigh until he grips my hip. I start pumping my hips, fucking my dick in and out of his mouth.

“Yeah, cocksuckers like you get off just on sucking dick, don’t you? Don’t need to touch yourself, just focus on the only cock that matters. You’re just a hole for a man to dump his load into, aren’t you?” The twink seemed spurred on by my words, sucking and licking at my dick with even more enthusiasm. It was hot, and it was really getting me going. Already I could feel my balls starting to draw up tight.

“You’re gonna swallow my load aren’t you, cocksucker? Yeah, you love the idea of a big thick cock shooting gallons of spunk down your throat. That cum changing you, making you a perfect little cocksucker. Makes you want to cream your jeans just thinking about it, doesn’t it?” The twink groans in pleasure, his hips grinding his bulge against my leg as he continues sucking. I feel my balls churning and the pleasure and cum is bubbling up, coursing through my cock, until it reaches the head. “Gonna c—” I am cut off before I can finish as my words turn into unintelligible moans. My grip on the back of the twink’s head tightens, holding his nose against my pubes as my cock pulses and shoots stream after stream of hot sticky cum down his waiting throat.

I release him and he pulls off, a long strand of spit dangling from his lips. He looks up at me and smiles, his hand goes down and pulls out his cock. It’s about 6 inches with a slim mushroom head, and he slicks up his hand with spit and starts stroking quickly. I lean forward a bit and in a husky whisper say, “Come on cocksucker, stroke your cock while you feel my load sliding down into your belly. My cum making you into even more of a submissive cocksucker. That’s it, stroke that little dick.” My words really turned him on because a few strokes later his eyes screw shut and he’s gasping as his cock unloads a few ropes of cum onto the floor in front of him. I pat his stubble-covered cheek a couple times and say “good boi,” which causes him to twitch again as he squeezes another glob of cum from his cock.

He pulls his mask back up, then stands up. “Fuck, that was so fucking hot.” He tucks his softening cock back into his jeans and grabs a paper towel to wipe the few strands of cum off his pants. “And your dirty talk was fucking amazing. I kinda wish that your dirty talk was real, that would be so hot. I don’t think I’ve ever cum that fast in my life.”

“Yeah,” I agree, “I wish it was true too.” I feel another surge of pleasure run down my cock and then up my spine, a pleasant tingle settling on my tongue for a few moments before fading. I shake my head a little, then wrestle my dick back into my pants. It still hadn’t gone even slightly soft, but at least now my head was a bit clearer. I follow the twink back out into the shop, which is luckily still empty. He grabs the drink he had made, now cold, and pours it out. He quickly remakes the drink and hands it to me.

I take the cup and head back out to my car, smiling to myself. I see that he had written his phone number on the cup, along with his name: “Jason.” He was quite cute, maybe I’ll have to call him when I’m ready for another blowjob, he was amazing at it. I get back onto the road, the strange movement still happening as I drive. However, the break and the drink are helping a bit to deal with the headache. Another 45 minutes of driving, and I’m pulling into a parking space outside my apartment building. I grab my stuff and start walking on the sidewalk to the stairs. The weather is warm enough that there are a bunch of people laying by the pool getting some sun. I notice that they’re all wearing skimpy speedos, which seems odd to me. I didn’t think there were many guys in the complex who would wear such things, let alone half a dozen of them.

I walk up the stairs to my 3rd floor apartment and head inside. There’s a strange distortion in the air as I walk in and the scent of sex fills my nostrils. On the couch, just a few feet from the door, Jack is sitting with his legs out wide and his 5-inch cock in his hand. Not completely surprising, but what is surprising is that on the TV is some hardcore gay porn. On the screen a twunk in a jockstrap is on his knees in front of a large muscular hunk wearing a leather harness, the twunk licking at the hunk’s cock like a popsicle.

I close the door behind me and grab my cock through my jeans. The porn and the sight of Jack’s cock is getting me turned on again. “Are you stroking your cock again, bro?” I say as I set my bag down.

“Calvin! Hey, how’s it going?” he says, not even pausing his rhythm as he keeps stroking his dick.

“I thought I told you I didn’t want to see you jack off anymore,” I say, my face in a scowl as I walk over in front of him, placing myself between Jack and the TV. His hand comes off his cock, hovering a few inches away from it.

He makes a few odd grabbing gestures for his cock, a confused expression on his face. “What the fuck? Oh. Yeah, sorry about that. But you know I’ve just been so horny throughout all this, and my dick needed some attention.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you should jack it right here in the living room,” I say. Then a strange sensation wells up inside me as I keep speaking. “Besides, that thing between your legs is far too small to be called a dick.” I’m a bit confused, that isn’t something I’d usually say even in my horniest mood, let alone to my straight roommate. But I just said it, and even more, he seems to like it.

Jack lets out a soft groan, his hands gripping the couch on either side of his hips. “Sorry, you’re right,” he says as he looks downwards. His cock is bobbing in time with his heartbeat, a bead of precum forming at the tip.

I pull my jeans open and let my cock out, giving it a couple quick strokes. “See this is a dick,” I say. I notice Jack’s eyes are fixated on my cock, and he licks his lips hungrily. “You see something you like? You should have told me you were gay, boi.” My verbal and suddenly dominating nature comes out further, egged on by Jack’s open desire for my cock.

“S-sorry sir,” he says, still distracted by my cock. “Please sir, I’m so horny. May I please jack off?” His sudden submissiveness was really turning me on, and despite being smaller than mine, his cock was really hot.

“No, I have a better idea,” I say as I kneel in front of him. His cock looks delectable, and the thought of teasing and edging him is making my cock leak onto the floor. “You’re gonna give me that cock, and I’m going to take your load. I’ll leave you so drained, you won’t even be able to cum again for a week.”

Jack groan, his cock leaking precum down the shaft. “Fffuck, yes sir. Please take my cock sir! Please suck it sir!”

I grin, slowly licking up his shaft, hardly touching his cock. He moans again, bucking his hips to get more stimulation. I pull back and say, “Now now, none of that. Good bois don’t try to make themselves cum, do they?”

“No sir, but…”

“But nothing.” I move back down letting the tip of my tongue graze against his frenulum, lapping up the steady stream of precum leaking from his cock. “Your cock nectar tastes so good. You must have been edging for hours already. I can taste all that pent up pleasure, makes it taste so sweet. You must already be ready to blow, aren’t you?” I lap up more of his pre, shuddering as it glides against my tongue, sending waves of pleasure coursing down my spine. I can feel my cock twitching on its own, flicking my own precum onto the front of the couch.

“Don’t cum until I tell you, boi,” I say as I start sucking his cock in earnest, my own moans echoing off the walls.

Jack’s hips are bucking and he’s whimpering in ecstasy. “Please sir, I’m so close. I need to cum,” Jack begs. I take him all the way to the base, swallowing around his cock. I can still feel the pleasure flowing down my throat as I drink his precum, but there’s something more in there. I can feel something thick sliding down my throat with an accompanying surge of pleasure in my dick. The pleasure is intense. It’s hard to think about anything else.

He moans, “Please sir, can I cum?” Whimpers coming from his lips as he sits on edge. I leave him there for another minute or two, enjoying his moans and bucking hips.

Then without even pulling off his cock, I give him an affirmative “mmhmmm,” the vibrations causing his cock to twitch and jerk against my tongue. Then he’s almost crying from the moans as his balls pull tight and he starts shooting into my mouth. I swallow again and again, my tongue rubbing against his cockhead as he sprays his load. I greedily consume the cum, feeling incredibly turned on as it flows down my gullet. He keeps cumming for 3 or 4 minutes until the flow finally ebbs.

I pull off his cock as he’s panting on the couch, trying to recover. Looking down I see that his cock has shrunk, a little 1-inch nub between his shaved pubes and his pendulous balls. “There we go boi, a proper nub. Now you’re ready to bottom for me.” I stand up, stroking my heavy cock. It’s grown bigger and heavier with the stolen length, now 13 inches long. I push his legs up, exposing his hole. “Definitely ready to bottom aren’t you boi? That hole of yours drooling and ready for a man’s cock.” Jack’s hole quivers and a thin strand of precum drips out.

I press the head of my huge dick against his hole and push inward slowly. Jack’s hole opens easily, his precum slicking up my cock as I press into him. His back arches, a silent moan as my dick rubs against his prostate. He grabs for his nub, expecting it to be larger, but eventually finds his hard little nub and starts rubbing it with the palm of his hand. I start pounding him, not needing to wait for his hole to adjust, as its already hungrily pulling at my cock, desperate to get filled. His face is ecstasy, all rational thought obliterated.

My own orgasm is fast approaching, feeling like I had been edged all day already, the feeling of his hole flexing around my dick is too much. “Yeah, just like that boi. Milk my dick. If you want this dick, you’ve gotta earn it.” In response his ass clenches around my dick, milking it harder. I feel my balls pull up close to my body. “There we go slut. Take that cock!” With those words I moan, anything further unintelligible as I start cumming, and cumming, and cumming. As my first rope fires into Jack’s hole he shudders and I see his weak, watery jizz fire out of his nub. I watch as each pump of cum I shoot into him causes his nub to expand, growing larger and larger.

Finally, as my orgasm winds down, my cock slips from his hole. Jack’s cock is back to 5 inches long, though it is rapidly going soft. I collapse on top of Jack’s chest, breathing heavily. I shut my eyes, enjoying the afterglow of the greatest sex I’d ever had.