Popular Post AKA Posted February 11, 2016 Author Popular Post Share Posted February 11, 2016 NAKED Part Seven Rock Bottom was, it must be said, rather sad. Gay bars, by and large, were disappearing as we gays were now allowed to get married and adopt kids and behave in a thoroughly not-gay manner. Lance was technically bi, or maybe more like omnisexual, but I elected to include him in my exclusive and fabulous tribe for this trip.He insisted on going there first, and he was unusually animated and excited about it. Lance took most things in stride, which I guess was only natural when you’re maybe the world’s most beautiful full-time nudist. I’d grown used to his broad and ready acceptance of people and situations as if everything that had been going on - him gaining pounds of muscle and inches in height and the strength to benchpress a small sedan, me growing a constantly-fountaining baseball bat from my loins - were normal. But he had lots of questions about gay bars that I didn’t have answers for, so we set off from our sex-wrecked room as the sun was setting, but still shining brightly.Obviously we drew attention as we walked calmly along the sidewalks the few blocks it took to get to the bar nearer the beach. It was already technically Spring Break so there were plenty of nubile young giggling things in barely-there bikinis, but since this was America and not France, the dudes wore board shorts or square-cuts instead of Speedos.I was wearing loose cargo shorts, flip-flops and a tank top. I elected to go commando and eschew underwear tonight, and I was enjoying the feeling of the wind kissing the length of my prick hanging loosely inside my shorts.Lance wore nothing. Not even his backpack.A group of shirtless guys passed by on the opposite side. They looked swole, and one of them held up his thumbs and shouted “Dude! Way to go!”“This might be easier than I thought,” I said.“What?” Lance acted as if the shouts were for someone else.“You being naked.”He glanced across the street and returned the thugs up. “Everyone seems really friendly,” he observed. “I hope they want to fuck.”I’m sure my face took on a very dubious look as I watched the uber-straight boys with their aesthetically worked-out bodies wander away. ‘They do,’ I thought, ‘only not with us.’“Ugh,” I said, entering the very dark environs with my naked boyfriend in tow. “This is pathetic.”“Why?”I gestured at the mostly empty barstools and the clientele of, it must be said, men several years past their sell-by date. “I was hoping to have some fun,” I said, “but this place is dead.” I listened to the jazz vocalist piping over the speakers. “Literally.”Lance shrugged his mighty shoulders and smiled his bright, beautiful smile. “Fun’s what you make it, Dave,” he said, and he strode purposely forward toward the bar.The lack of conversation inside became apparent as soon as my eyesight adjusted to the darkness. Every man - and it was only men - had turned toward us, or more specifically toward Lance, and looked either shocked, surprised, or giddy.He was a huge mountain of naked masculine perfection. Maybe they thought they were dreaming or something, but Lance just walked up to the bartender, an admittedly handsome man in his 40s or 50s who had once been a muscular beast but had gone a bit soft, and he said, “Hey!”“Huh-hey,” he responded mutely.Lance shoved his hand forward and said, “I’m Lance!”“I’m naked,” the bartender answered.“No,” Lance corrected, leaning closer, “I’m the naked one. You’re the bartender.” He bent his arm on the bar and flexed his mind-bending biceps to full bloom. He was fucking flirting with the dude, mercilessly.“What?”Lance licked his lips slowly. “What’s your name?”“Ted. Sorry. Teddy! I’m Teddy.”“And this is my friend Dave. Dave, this is Teddy.”“Naked,” Teddy said, offering his hand.“Pleased to meet you,” I responded.“Sorry,” Teddy said, shifting his undivided attention back towards Lance and his biceps, “you’re naked, right?”“Totally,” Lance acknowledged.“And…hot.”“He’s pretty fucking hot,” I agreed. “Could I get a beer, Teddy?”“A beer.”“Foamy thing? Served cold? Comes in a mug?”“Beer! Sure, I…sure.” He pulled a mug from behind the bar and stuck it under the tap, doing it all while never taking his eyes off my naked boyfriend. Then he set it in front of Lance, who scooted it along the bar to me.I wasn’t sure if I was amused at or jealous of the attention that Lance was receiving. I mean, I was a decent looking guy and I’d be willing to bet that if I’d walked in here alone, I’d be the one garnering all this manly attention. But how was I supposed to compete with my lover’s overwhelming - and naked - perfection? “This your place, Teddy?” I asked.Teddy nodded and wrinkled his brow. “Sorry but…you’re naked right?”“Uh huh,” Lance responded, smiling.“Totally…naked.”“Don’t worry,” Lance reported, “You’ll get used to it. Everybody does.”Teddy leaned over the bar to get a better look. Lance straighten to give him the full Monty and Teddy gazed down Lance’s body before his eyes rested upon my roommate’s massive and fully-exposed meat. “Holy fuck.”“Thanks, Teddy,” Lance said simply. “You wanna suck it?”“Suck…your cock?”“Yeah, Teddy. Did you want to suck my cock? Or I could suck yours.”“I’d take him up on it,” I advised the bartender. “He’s really good at it.”“Right…right now?” Lance nodded. “Right here?”“Wherever,” Lance answered. “But we’re both here right now, so….?” He reached down and surrounded his heavy meat in his grip, running his hand along the inches of his shank and rubbing the tip of his dick with the pad of his thumb. “Dave and I were fucking for a while, so my ass is kind of spent, otherwise I’d be happy for you to fuck me.”Teddy looked at me. “You?”I shrugged. “There’s more to me than meets the eye,” I reported. “I’m just not as good at advertising.”“You like to fuck or get fucked, Teddy?”“I…both…I guess.”“Nice. And what are you feeling like at the moment?”“I…sure…I’d like to suck your dick.”“Excellent.”Lance walked to the end of the bar and lifted the service passthrough, going behind and walking his fine ass towards where Teddy, dumbfounded, stood planted. “It’s pretty big,” Lance admitted, slowly stroking himself, “but if you start out soft I don’t think your jaw’ll hurt so much by the end.”“The end.”“When I cum.”“He cums a lot,” I reported, “so I hope you like swallowing.”Teddy nodded blankly in the affirmative and dropped to his knees, eye-to-cock with Lance. He lifted Lance’s heavy prick towards his lips and kissed the tip softly, and then he stuck out his tongue and started licking Lance from stem to stern.“Teddy giving that young man a blow job?” I looked over into the face of an older black man with salt-and-pepper hair and a thick mustache. He was dressed rather nicely, I thought, in a navy blue blazer and grey slacks.“Yep,” I acknowledged.“Teddy’s okay at giving head,” the man said.“Yeah?”He nodded. “Oh yeah. Not as good as me, though. Me, I love sucking dick.” He pointed at his throat. “No gag reflex.”“Uh huh.”“Ben,” he said, offering his hand as he gazed over the bar at Teddy’s on-going manipulations.“Dave,” I offered, “and that’s…”“Lance,” Lance said, offering his free hand to Ben, since his other was cupped behind Teddy’s head at the moment.“He do this a lot?” Ben asked, still watching the action behind the bar.I sipped my beer. “What’s a lot?”Ben shrugged his small shoulders. He looked like he was in his 60s. “Dunno. More’n once a week?”I shook my head as I gulped my beer. “No, we’re in town for Spring Break, so this is kind of a vacation.”“And he wants to spend it getting his dick sucked?”“Among other things.”“Smart man,” Ben concluded. “What about you?”“Me?”Lance said, “You should suck his dick, Ben. Dave has an amazing dick.”Ben raised an eyebrow. “You a cocksucker or…?”I nodded. “He’s my boyfrined. That,” I said, nodding at Lance’s ample appendage, “gives me lots of practice.” I pointed at my own throat. “No gag reflex.”He laughed gently. “Did I hear right? Earlier?”“Which part?” “You fuck him?” I nodded again, sucking the beer through the foamy head. “Damn, son, that’s impressive.”“He’s the only guy who fits.”“What’s that mean?”I pivoted on the bar stool and tugged up the hem of my shorts, revealing the bulbous head of my monster prick that was already edging closer to my knee. “Gifted,” I said, rubbing the mushroom with my thumb and causing it to weep a drizzle of pre. Teddy was making wet slurping sounds behind the bar and Lance was groaning like a bear. The familiar sound of his pleasure made my libido fire up and my cock started swelling with need.“Fuck me,” Ben said, sounding impressed. He reached forward and took my dick in his cool, dry hand, caressing me gently. “This cobra get any angrier?”“Oh, yeah,” I said, already feeling my load building. “You’d be amazed.”He grabbed me more firmly, stroking my fat shaft and making the helmet bulge. “Would I?”I smiled and nodded.Ben couldn’t compare to Lance’s eager and worshipful mouth, but the man had probably sucked on hundreds of cocks over the years and true to his word, he could take all of me on. I severely tested his “no gag reflex” claim once I was back at full power and swollen to wrist-thickness again, but it only seemed to heighten his desire to suck every inch of my meat inside him.I warned him that I always delivered a heavy load and that I was close, but he only nodded and kept his mouth clamped onto my prick as I released my flood and started pumping cream like a fucking cow.He gagged, but who wouldn’t? No one could expect the load I was able to flood inside someone’s guts, except Lance of course.I wondered, again, if my load would change him. Why only Lance and no one else? I watched for signs of his body changing, that weird heat that Lance would give off, or that funky smell like sex and sweat, or his clothes getting tighter on his old body.He was old, but he sure didn’t seem frail. And though I’d never considered being with an older guy before, I had to give him something for his experience and fortitude. Plus the dude managed to swallow quite a bit of my delivery before he had to pull his mouth off my spurting beast and watch bug-eyed as I came and came and came before some other old dude grabbed on and pushed his mouth over my magic prick.Between Lance and me, we got head from every dude in Rock Bottom that night. I got passed around like a fucking doobie, with every guy in there taking his turn sucking me off as I came non-stop to the amazement and encouragement of the dozen or so clients. Lance was obviously very popular in his own right. At one point he had five guys all servicing him at once; one swallowing his dick whole, one pushing his face between Lance’s muscled butt cheeks and slurping at his hot hole, two more licking and nibbling on his fat nipples hanging off the end of those humungous pectoral globes, and a final dude kissing his mouth with sloppy eagerness. Hands fucking everywhere, caressing all that massive muscular perfection bulging from every inch of his towering frame, all the old priests of manhood worshipping at the most perfect alter ever created. He must have fucked every dude in there on the pool table and letting this one kinda fat dude fuck his ass for some reason, but the guy was enthusiastic and totally into it, and Lance seemed to enjoy it.By the time we left a couple of hours later I had to admit, Lance was right again.Fun’s what you make it.It was nearly nine o’clock by the time we headed out. I was pretty sure I had been drained dry by all the attention, but Lance looks as ready as ever to throw himself on the bed, spread his muscular legs, open up his tight pink pucker and invite me inside. “Who was that guy near the end? The fat guy who fucked you?”Lance smiled in remembrance. “That was Cam. Cameron.” Then he corrected himself again. “Dr. Cameron McKenzie. Very smart. Very sweet. English professor at the community college. Shakespeare scholar.” He looked over to me. “Why do you ask?”“He’s the only guy who fucked you.”“Yes,” Lance confirmed.“I was just curious.”“I noticed him watching. He was the only man in the room not waiting in line to be with you or me. Kind of stood out for not standing out, I guess. So I went over to ask him. Cam was shy at first…”“Or maybe he was intimidated.”“Huh. Hadn’t thought of that.” Lance wouldn’t have. It was one of the main reasons I loved him. “Anyway, he confessed to me that it had been a long time since he felt like he could fuck someone. ‘Be with someone,’ was how he put it, and I asked, ‘you mean fuck someone?’ and he nodded. It was kind of attractive, actually, how shy he seemed. Cam said he’d been in love for a long time with a man and it ended badly, and he lost his desire for sex. He felt ashamed and abandoned, which seemed so sad to me. He couldn’t get an erection around other guys, he said. Plus then he’d gained a lot of weight and felt unattractive and depressed. I mean, he’s still sexy, obviously. Really beautiful, intense eyes. Full lips. He smelled good, too. ‘My brain gets in the way of my libido,’ is how he put it.” Lance’s voice was thoughtful and caring as he told me about Cam. I wondered if I would’ve noticed him in the back of the bar, and realized I probably would’ve just ignored him.“He was obviously very smart, and very funny. But his self esteem was at an all-time low. Only jerks off to porn, lately, he admitted. I thought that he just needed some confidence, to know someone found him attractive and wanted to be with him. I thought he needed a challenge, too, not a shoulder to cry on.”“Oh.” We walked on a little ways and I had to ask, “And you found a challenge that allowed him to solve his problem, obviously.""I did.""May I ask how you did that?"He quickly rounded on me, blocking my path, a naked wall of pure sex and muscle, moving with preternatural reflexes, and took my shoulders in his hands roughly. Using very little strength he pushed me down an alleyway.Lance moved me against a darkened storefront and placed his warm hand onto my crotch."I put my hand on his dick, like this, and pressed myself against his body, like this.” He squeezed me gently. “And leaned in close to his face, like this, with my lips next to his ear and my breath on his neck, like this.” I could smell his raw scent strongly, like a dog in heat. “And I told him, quite softly, so only he could hear, 'If you get hard right now, with me, you can fuck me as deeply, and as roughly, and as hard, and as long as you want to.’"I couldn't move. Lance's muscular body had me pinned against the wall. He shoved his hand inside my shorts and grabbed my meat, I felt his rough palm keenly against the tightening skin of my inflating prick. He was pulling and tugging on me to position my dick so the mouth pointed upward, to allow my monstrous cock to grow to its full extents, all the while keeping his lips to my ear, his bearded cheek against my tender, smoothly shaven one, whispering filthy promises."'You have never in your entire life fucked an ass as tight, as muscular, as hot, as deep as mine. You've never felt anything surround your cock with the power and need of my ass. You can ride me all night long, and I’ll never get tired, I’ll never stop.But only if you get hard.Right.Now.'"I was hard as steel. My dick was poking half its length above my waistband leaking pre as Lance began to kiss my mouth and stroke the exposed inches of my meat. The alley was dark and smelled rank, but the feeling of the huge hard muscles pressing me helplessly against the wall, the passionate kisses pressing against my lips, and Lance's rough grip sliding up and down my cock, milking thick warm honey from my balls, had me ready to blow a fat load."Gonna...gonna cum," I gasped between kisses. "Gotta cum fucking now. Gonna...fucking...explode."Lance shoved one hand against my chest and pinned me against the wall. Whether he knew I was enjoying his manhandling or he was enjoying it or both I couldn't know and didn't care. His head shot down and he plunged his mouth over the whole head of my prick and I blasted fat fountains of cum down his throat."My balls..." I gasped.He undid my shorts with his other hand, ripping them, and they fell around my ankles. He was sucking and moaning with audible pleasure as he cupped my aching balls with his free hand, groping and caressing my egg-sized nuts, milking my cream up the heavy meat of my monster prick.I started cumming even harder, the sensation of my stream of hot cream traveling up my cock growing intense and fervent. I was grabbing his shoulders to hang onto something as a huge orgasmic wave overtook me, an inundating flood of pure sex that nearly made me black out.He was growing. I could feel it. His delts were inflating under my grip, spreading my fingers apart.With one hand coaxing the cum from my balls and the other slowly stroking my slick, hard shaft, Lance pulled on the mouth of my spurting fountain, swallowing everything I had to give him.I felt so good, it hurt. I wanted to stop cumming as much as I wanted to keep cumming. I could only feel Lance's growing muscles, it was too dark in the alley to see them swelling. I felt his fingers on my balls loosen and his middle finger was rubbing my taint and moving closer to my hole.I lifted one leg slightly to allow him access. I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted him sucking me and caressing my balls and fucking my ass with his thick, manly fingers all at the same time.His hand was so huge! His other bear paw kept me pinned to the wall and he worked his way to my butt hole with that probing digit and pushed into me, a welcome intrusion I pushed back against out of reflex, and I felt him laugh on my gushing prick, as if to tell me I had no say in the matter.It felt like the last time, in the gym, him on the bench, me inside him, watching him grow. “Gotta fuck you,” I huffed, breathless with desire, “gotta fuck you right now.”He pulled his mouth off my spouting cock and released me from his grip against the wall. I nearly collapsed to my knees but my desire to fuck his perfect ass overwhelmed any other drive my body or my brain had at that moment.My cock was like an unmoored crane shooting cum like a fountain. Lance threw himself to all-fours and wanted me to do him like a dog, like two dogs in heat, fucking in an alley.I moved between his legs and shoved them apart with my knees. I felt in the darkness for his tight hot hole. He was warm and wet, maybe with sweat, maybe with Cameron’s cum. He wanted me inside so he opened himself and I found his gaping invitation, fitting three fingers in him, finding him so wet and lifted those fingers to my nostrils and sucked in a deep, glorious breath of his manly stink. I guided the pumping mouth of my mammoth prick to his hole and pushed hard to get inside his perfect paradise.I leaned over him, pumping my hips and shooting thick streams of cum. I reached my hands across his wide back and could feel the bulging masses moving beneath his skin. He arched his back and howled like a dog or a wolf, and I slapped his ass resoundingly and started fucking his ass hard and deep.It felt like an instinct I could not withstand, like an urge that could not be denied. I connected to him like before, plug to socket, feeding him power. And more power. And more.And he took it all.Every drop. 9 1 25 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Popular Post AKA Posted February 22, 2016 Author Popular Post Share Posted February 22, 2016 NAKED Part Eight ”We need a bigger bed.”I wanted to make a grand entrance into the motel office, swinging open the door with aplomb wearing only my boxers, being all righteous and gay marriage and shit, but the door was already open and the dude behind that glass partition saw me coming across the parking lot before I could get all dramatic.“You have the standard queen,” he said.“Yeah….well, you’ve seen my boyfriend. Does he look like the standard queen to you?”I saw the corner of his mouth curl up and the corners of his eyes wrinkle. “No,” he answered.I was all in a state and wanted to make a scene, but he wasn’t making it easy. I had planned on walking over here stark naked to prove a point, but I still couldn’t bring myself to mimic Lance’s unfettered nudity. Turns out that wearing something to cover up my junk was a hard habit to break. Even if I had some of the most impressive junk east of the Mississippi. Oh, fuck that, let's throw in west of the Mississippi as well.“I can put you in a double room,” he offered, as the other side of his mouth joined the smile.“Don’t tell me, it has….”“Two standard queens. And, no, your boyfriend did not appear to be standard by any measure.” I didn’t noticed his accent before. Slightly Southern, but he was either trying to hide it or trying to rid himself of it. “Ain’t…haven’t seen you fellas out and about today.”“We had a kind of a…long night. Lance is worn out.” It wasn't unusual for him to need some heavy hours of deep sleep after I'd pumped him full of muscle. And he was pretty extremely pumped this morning.“I wouldn’t think there was much that could wear that boy out. Congratulations?”Was he flirting with me? My gaydar is terrible and he hadn’t come off as particularly gay, whatever that means. But he was situated behind that glass and the last time we met he was kind of dumbstruck. But now I could swear he was checking out my bod and my package. “Why’d you call the cops on us?” I asked, still determined to be angry about something.“Didn’t,” he answered. “Manager did. I mean, I had to tell him that there’s a naked dude in Number 12. This ain’t much of a job, but it’s steady and it’s quiet.”“Oh. Heh. Sorry, I thought you….”“I don’t give a damn if you’re naked or you’re painted blue or you have three legs.” He glanced down at my third leg for a second. “I mean….”“I think I know what you mean.”We looked at each other for a few heartbeats, and I realized my dick was starting to show its own signs of interest in our man here. He was whip thin, wearing an Oxford shirt too big for his frame and black glasses on his narrow face. He had a prominent nose, and I don’t think he had dragged a comb through his hair in, like, ever. Strawberry blond and sticking out every which way. His eyes behind those glasses were blue and…that was all I could see of him. But damn if my cock wasn’t starting to pulse and tingle.“I…guess we’ll take the standard double.”He nodded once and climbed off his stool to fetch another room key. Then he went to the back of the small room he was in and disappeared for a second. I heard someone coming in behind me, half-expecting it to be Lance (making my cock surge with expectation) when I heard him say, “I gotta make sure it’s made-up okay. Towels and stuff.”I turned around and his polite smile faded into shock because my dick was starting its amazing journey from noticeably large to insanely humongous, tenting the front of my boxers and trying to poke its way through the fly.I covered myself out of habit and he swallowed dryly. “I uh….”I blushed. I blushed! I hadn’t blushed in fucking ever! But I cleared my throat and decided the best course of action was to pretend my cock wasn’t just now deciding that it needed to surge into action and show itself off for a stranger.“This way,” he said, turning and heading across the lot.I walked behind him, and his comment about a third leg was becoming too comically real. It didn’t help matters that his butt was distractingly well-packed into his jeans.“What do you do in there all day?” I asked, hoping the conversation would distract me and my prick.“Huh?” he said, turning his head slightly. He had very full lips. They looked very soft. My cock grew another inch.“You said you liked a quiet job, so….”“Oh. I…write.”“Write?”He nodded. Oh, hell, don’t make him cute and smart at the same time! My boxers were running out of room and I looked ridiculous, now, with this giant thing sticking straight out of my groin and my shorts hugging my ass like a second skin. My fucking dick was so big it was pulling the waistband away from my body, and it wasn’t even done growing, yet.We got to the door of Room 2, and he pushed the key into the lock with some difficulty. “It gets sticky,” he said.I knew the feeling.He managed the lock and pushed the door open and walked inside. I heard him say, “Well, fuck,” quietly, which I assume meant that the room wasn’t ready and that he hadn’t meant me to hear him. “Look, sorry, I’ll make sure….”He had stopped talking and I think I knew why. My dick just didn’t want to be cooped up any longer and the dripping head had worked its way through the fly on my boxers. Now several inches of my hot, hard meat was thrust fully into view and I was growing bigger, longer, and thicker with every beat of my heart. My dick was slowly rising, throbbing with visible bounces, and the mouth was drooling a thick string of honey.I sort of smirked or frowned or something and shrugged. “Mind of its own,” I said helplessly.“Jesus,” he said, looking at the monster I owned.I don’t think I had mentioned that I had grown even bigger last night when Lance and I had that filthy fuck session in the alleyway, did I?Well, I did.“Uh…” I said.He simply could not take his eyes off of it as it continued to develop towards its ultimate size. His mouth - with those soft pillowy lips - was slightly open and he seemed mesmerized or in shock or something. I mean, yeah, I owned what was probably the largest prick in the country, but the least he could do was help me distract him from it as it swelled, and the veins wrapped it in a network of hot blood, and the head bloomed like a flower, weeping a stream of warm honey that began to coat its long, long, long neck with sex-scented lube.“Uh…” I said again. I think my thing was so huge now that it drained the blood from my brain and made it hard to think about anything but the constant, hard, heavy, demanding pulses of pure masculine sex throbbing through every inch of its massive, hungry meat.“Can I…?” His eyes flickered to meet my gaze as I stood in the doorway with a 14-inch high, wrist-thick monster cock visibly pounding in time to my heartbeat. I could literally bend my head down, grab its shaft, stick out my tongue and lick its tip.I was more or less at his mercy. I just nodded and he motioned me inside the room and closed the door behind me.There was no practical or logical thing he was going to be able to do with me. I could probably kill him if I tried shoving myself all the way inside him, like I could with Lance, and his jaw would need to dislodge to fit his mouth all the way around me.But I had not counted on the perseverance of a dude in love with a huge cock.His mesmerization gave way to worship. Maybe I wasn’t even in the room anymore, just him and my cock, and he started to stroke and kiss and lick my inches with care and reverence. My brain was kind of…not there anymore. Just him and my prick, and what he was doing was driving me crazy.Lance was…kind of a wild man. Our sex was physical and rough, he was a huge dude and liked using his muscles - and I liked him using his muscles - even though I was typically on top and shoving myself inside him. He liked being in charge, and mostly I liked letting him think he was in charge, and there was something exciting about being thrown around like that.This dude, Sam, was gentle and careful, as if he was encountering a wild animal he was afraid to spook. He was making these…low cooing sounds, like I would make sometimes when I eat something especially delicious. He was stroking me, rubbing me against his cheek, licking my entire length, sucking the pre from my slit, gazing at me as he breathed with almost ragged breaths, placing his tongue against my hot, hard, veiny surface and just…holding it there, eyes closed, making low moaning sounds.The man obviously liked cock is what I’m saying.He said “Oh my god,” a lot too, though he didn’t strike me as particularly religious.Meanwhile, my balls were inflating with cream and starting to feel like bowling balls attached to the base of my prick. I was balling my hands into fists so tightly I think my fingernails were digging divots into my palms. My toes curled and my jaw was clenched because this dude had no idea what he was in for when I finally came, and I was gonna start painting the walls any second.“Gonna cum,” I managed to growl.“Uh huh,” he agreed, driving me closer and closer to that goal with his lips and his tongue and his hands.“Gonna…gonna cum,” I repeated, warningly.“Yeah.” Lick. Kiss. Suck. Stroke. Liiiiiiick. Stroke stroke stroke. Suck. Kiss.“Gotta fucking cum,” I announced, as if he knew what those three words meant in my vocabulary.See, ‘gonna cum’ was for when I was just, like, normally horny. Like, I’m gonna cum like you probably are gonna cum, right? Spurt, pause, spurt, pause, spurt spurt spurt. Done. I mean, let’s be honest, your spurt versus my spurt is kind of like comparing an eyedropper to Niagara Falls. I get a fucking load in my nuts that I have to push up over a foot of prick and eject with the force of a hydrant or I’m stuck with blue balls, get where I’m cumming from?Heh.When I say ‘gotta fucking cum,’ though, I. Have. Got. To. Fucking. Cum.You probably ought to stand back and enjoy the show, because my cannon is about to perform the 1812 Overture with full fireworks and maybe even a horse or two on stage.I’m just gonna say this about what happened next; it was probably a good thing that room hadn’t been made up yet, because after I was done they needed to burn those sheets and that carpet and the wallpaper because those are the kind of cum stains that show up on black light. I Pollocked that place, and Sam, too.Luckily, Sam fucking loved getting plastered with cum. Fucking loved it!I started with a nice, long, fat, sticky rope that blasted out of my cock and hit the ceiling, spreading like an upside-down puddle that gathered into a pool of cream that started raining back down on us.My second blast made the first one look like a practice shot, as I gasped in air and tensed my ass and shot a stream so thick and ample that I wondered if I was gonna just empty my balls in one go.But I wasn’t.I wasn’t even close, yet.Sam sat back on his haunches with his hands grasping my dick as I exploded thick fountains of cream and he opened his mouth and close his eyes and took a hot shower in my copious load.I came and came. I think if Lance had been there, I would’ve shoved his growth into overdrive again, just hours after I had already managed to do that.Oh, yeah! Did I forget to mention the reason why we needed a bigger bed?Because we now had a much bigger Lance.But I’ll come back to him.For now I was relating that time I came so much in a hotel room that “painted with cum” would not be an overstatement.Sam was whispering “Oh my god” a lot as my cock kept on pumping fat deliveries of cum that sprayed the room and coated his hands and dripped off my balls like warm honey. I was probably lost in my orgasmic bliss as it was happening, so there wasn’t much I could do to stop it. I think Sam probably tried to put his mouth on my fountain to swallow the wealth of cum I was shoving free, but there was so much of it (and he didn’t have Lance’s superhuman hunger) that he gave up going to the source and merely sucked the excess of his fingers and hands.And there was a lot of excess.When I managed to stop cumming - in other words, when I finally ran out of cum - the room was not going to be usable by anyone that day, and possibly that week. Sam looked like someone had dipped him in yogurt and my cock and balls felt like someone had squeezed them in a vice, or inside Lance’s ass.I was breathing hard and coated in sweat. It had lasted probably a couple of minutes, but it felt like I had been ejaculating for an hour.“Oh my god,” said Sam.I was still breathing hard, and my dick was finally subsiding, but I managed to say, “Sorry,” even as I was laughing at the whole fucking mess.I had lately been with Lance so much that I forgot what I can do given free reign and nowhere to put my load. How was my body producing this much cum!Sam stood up, dripping with cum, his overlarge shirt now clinging to his lanky frame. “That was….”“Weird.”“Amazing! Oh my god, that was insane! Epic! Awesome!”I raised a dubious eyebrow and asked, “Really?”“I’ve never…nobody ever….” He reached down and grabbed my dick and stroked me.Already, a renewed throb of sex rang through me and I touched his hand and said, “Careful. That thing has a hair trigger.”“Oh my god,” he said, opening his hand to let my weight simply lay there in his palm. He rubbed his thumb over the top of my shank and I swelled. “Oh my god.”“Yeah, um, so…can I help you clean up? Or something?”“I think I came,” he reported.“You think you came?”“I mean…without any…without anything touching me, I came. Oh my god.”“Oh. Sorry? I guess?”“Oh my god.” He was now actively rubbing my dick with his thumb as he held my fat shaft in his warm, sticky palm. It felt very good, and my balls were tingling and my cock was starting to lengthen again.“I mean, that’s great? And all? But I think maybe we better cool it before I fill this place up with cum and the walls blow out.”“Oh my god.”“You say that a lot.”“Huh?” He finally looked up from my meat and met my gaze. His glasses hung with thick dollops of cum and I took them off so I could see his eyes. My dick pulsed again because they were so blue and bright. I could see the dark circles his large nipples pressing against his wet shirt, and he had a swimmer’s build under there, sleek and smooth.“Should we clean this up?”“The cleaning staff’ll do it.”“What about…?”“They’ve seen worse,” he reported, but before I could start imagining what that might mean, he suddenly leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine.I was right. They were very soft and very pillowy.We both took a shower in Room 2 and threw our clothes in a dumpster, walking as naked as Lance back to Room 12, where I presumed my recently-grown boyfriend was still sleeping off the latest round of muscular development as was his custom. I suppose it took a lot out of a body to grow muscle and bone and cock to that extent in the space of a few minutes, because he often would more or less pass out after growing.And last night he’d grown maybe bigger and faster than ever.I opened the unlocked door and looked in on Lance, whose body still laid sprawled face-down on the sole bed. His arms and legs extended beyond the edges of the standard queen, and there was no room for much else now. His back was a topographical map of muscular mountains over-layed with that dark luscious mane of soft curls, with a Christmas tree lower back made of two hard columns leading down to the most amazing round, thickly muscled butt humps the world had ever seen. Lance truly put the maximus in his gluteus.His legs were equally staggering in size and development, and his feet were huge. Size 16? I couldn’t even guess. His head rested on one bent arm, which made the biceps and triceps stick out sharply, and his other was hanging off the edge of the bed.He was snoring. Like a bear.“Oh my god,” Sam said softly.“Don’t worry,” I said in a normal tone, “you won’t wake him up.”“I knew he was big but…oh. My. God.”“Yeah, um, so, is there maybe another double standard we could have? As you can see one bed isn’t quite…enough.”“How big is he?”“Not entirely sure, to be honest. Must be over seven feet tall? I’d guess? And, um, five feet wide? Ish?”“Seven. Feet?”I shrugged. I hadn’t measured him in weeks, and last night’s growth was a staggering surprise. “Um, did you want to borrow some clothes? Sorry again about….”“Don’t even mention it. It was my pleasure. Absolutely. But, yeah, I gotta get back to the front desk, in case…oh my god, that dude is huge!” His southern accent became more pronounced when he was excited.“Well, yes, exactly, so if you could find us something a little…bigger?”“Yeah, lemme get the key to Room 4.” He looked down at his naked body. “And, um, I guess I could use some pants and a shirt, if that’s okay.”“Here,” I said, handing him my bag, “take whatever you want. I think I might be joining my friend’s simple wardrobe choice from now on.”Sam looked at me, passing a discerning eye up and down my gym-trained body and the fat shank of impressive meat jutting forward over two egg-sized nuts in a tight scrotal sack and said, “I doubt anyone would object.”“Don’t start, dude. You saw what happens when someone gets my motors running.”“You just came a few pints of heavy cream, Mr. Jenkins, I kind of doubt you’ve got any more in you.”“It’s just Dave, Sam. And you might be surprised what I can do when put to the test.”He looked with reverent adoration at my cock, now at rest and at its less-than-Olympian dimensions and blew a breath out between those soft, kissable lips. “I ain’t never seen a cock as beautiful as yours, Dave.”“Seen a lot of cocks, have you?”“More’n my fair share, probably. Straight boys don’t give a damn whose sucking their stick when the sucker knows what he’s doing.”And that certainly described Sam. “When we get re-situated and sleeping beauty awakens, feel free to drop by. I’m sure Lance would be more than happy to give you a new challenge.”He looked at the recumbent figure of my boyfriend, and particularly at his mammoth and gorgeous butt, and asked, “Does he…like rim jobs?”“I don’t think ‘like’ is an adequate word to describe how Lance feels about someone tonguing his hole. And take it from someone well-acquainted with the practice, the rewards are also more than adequate.”Sam moaned appreciably and handed me the key to the other room. “If you need anything - and I mean fucking anything at all - please allow me to service your every need.”“On behalf of both of us, let me say that I look forward to seeing how well you can accomplish the goals we set. Based solely on your first test,” I said, running my hand down the fat, warm shank of my prick, “I think we may have repeated need for your services.”He smiled and winked. “My very great pleasure, Mr. Jenkins.” Sam paused looking at the handsome naked man sleeping silently on the bed. His thickly muscled back rose and fell as he breathed. He had one long leg stretched out and the other bent at the knee, so that one could view his muscular rump both bunched up like a solid ball and stretched forth with a deep divot along the side that created a rising mountain of brawn. “Do you think he’d mind if I…?” Then he looked at me. “Would you mind if I…?”“You want to know what it feels like lying atop my boyfriend?” 7 25 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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AKA Posted February 26, 2016 Author Share Posted February 26, 2016 NAKED Part Nine “You want to know what it feels like lying atop my boyfriend?” “I mean…I don’t want to…do anything.”I had some doubts about that. Not that I didn’t believe him, but having been on top of my boyfriend’s muscular and perfect body, I knew how difficult it was going to be for him not to just start spontaneously pumping ropes of cum from his balls just feeling the sensation of his warm skin. So I smiled, and said, “I don’t think Lance would mind even if you did, but knock yourself out. I just don’t know exactly what he’ll do if you wake him up. He tends to be very…amorous after a nap.”Sam smiled and almost giggled at the thought. “I’ll be careful,” he said.The bed was already sagging under the increased weight of my boyfriend’s recently muscle-swollen body, but it still creaked with complaint when Sam set his knee on it and carefully, slowly, and cautiously climbed on top.Lance moaned and moved slightly, adjusting his leg and turning his face in the other direction, and Sam acted like he was trying to approach a lion in the African scrub, freezing in place. “He’s not that sensitive,” I said.Sam whispered, “He’s so warm. I can feel heat rising off him and I’m not even touching him.”I nodded. “It gets better. Feel his skin.” Sam hovered his hand over Lance’s butt. “Don’t be shy. He’s certainly not.”He lowered his palm against Lance’s ass and moved his palm across the firm hump of butt muscle. “Oh my god,” he said, predictably. Then he set his second hand on the other buttock and started to slowly and carefully caress my boyfriend’s ass. “Oh my god,” he repeated, “he feels like…it’s so smooth and warm and…” Sam’s dick started to move, swelling as he experienced the intense sensual pleasure of Lance’s paper-thin skin covering all his muscle. He reached forward and moved his hands all over Lance’s back (leaning his dick against the tight crevasse of Lance’s ass in the process), then he pulled them back towards that amazing ass again and started to caress his butt mounds with obvious worship.Lance moaned, in a manner that I was very accustomed to. I assume that his own dick was responding in kind to Sam’s gentle, careful caressing of his ass.“Pull his cheeks apart,” I advised. “Pull him open and play with his hole.”“Won’t that…?”“Trust me,” I said.Sam took a slow, deep breath and placed his hands on the edge of Lance’s deep valley, and pressed both thumbs down the crevasse. “Oh my god,” Sam said again.“Yep,” I agreed.Lance groaned, a deep and satisfied sound from his massive chest, and he repositioned his legs to allow whatever sensation he was experiencing in his dreams to accelerate toward its goal. “Should I…?”“Rub him, right there.”Sam closed his eyes and raised his chin, looking like he was experiencing something like nirvana as his thumbs reached down and touched the hot, wet softness of Lance’s amiable asshole.I watched the tendons of his forearms move as he carefully, slowly, rubbed Lance’s warm, tender, talented fuck hole with the pads of his thumbs.“That’s a hell of a way to say ‘good morning.’” I looked up and Lance’s eyes were open but he wasn’t looking at me. Obviously he thought I was the one knocking at his backdoor.Sam looked like he’d just seen a ghost at the sound of Lance’s deep, sonorous voice, but I laid my hand on his shoulder and whispered very quietly, “Keep going.”Sam’s face looked pained and scared, but I nodded encouragement. This was getting me hot, too, watching someone so small and fragile leaning against Lance’s massive frame and tickling his butt. Sam swallowed drily and continued doing what he was doing.“Mmm,” Lance moaned. “Deeper.”Sam looked askance but I mouthed, ‘you heard him’ and gestured for him to continue.Sam was evidently performing to my boyfriend’s satisfaction. I watched his shoulders bunch up into an incredible display of power and he buried his face in the pillow and groaned again.He stretched his bent leg straight and spread himself open for “my” ass play, making the kind of pleasurable sounds that always drilled directly into my libido. My cock started to throb and stretch and my balls were tingling.Sam was looking downward, between Lance’s cheeks, and he licked his lips. I knew what was coming next, though I hardly believed it was happening.Sam gripped Lance’s muscular cheeks and pulled them apart, and then he dipped his narrow face between my boyfriend’s thick buttocks and I could hear him lapping at Lance’s hole.Lance’s entire body literally shuddered. He hugged the pillow hard and the muscles along his arms swelled with deep cuts and massive cables. He made a kind of whimper, or whine, his normally deep vocal tones reaching high into a new register.I thought, wow, I’ve never made him make that sound before.I was stroking myself as I watched what was obviously an expert rimmer going to town on my boyfriend’s ass. The sounds of Sam’s juicy and eager buffet paired with Lance’s little coos and whimpers of what I could only judge as overwhelming joy made my cock swell upwards at record speed.Lance reached back and placed his bear paw on Sam’s head and pulled him in closer, looking like he wanted the lanky young office clerk to climb inside him to increase the pleasure he was already feeling. His little squirms of bliss along with the tiny squeaks and lingering moans escaping his throat were making me both jealous (not that Sam was doing that to my boyfriend, but that Sam wasn’t doing that to me) and incredibly horny.Sam’s moved one of his hands over Lance’s rump and pushed beneath him, obviously wanting to get a grip on Lance’s cock and heighten his pleasure. Lance, who’s not an idiot, raised his hips off the mattress and allowed Sam’s hand to slip under his pelvis. That also caused Lance’s butt to rise up and shove itself more fully at the target of its current pleasure, and my powerful boyfriend opened his ass up fully to Sam’s attention.I knew when Sam had his hand on Lance’s mammoth prick because they both groaned with audible pleasure at the same time.I was now in possession of one of my gold medal hard-ons, and I was pumping a steady stream of pre that slicked my grip with warm honey. Hard eruptions of sexual bliss were finding their way into the core of my body and I was heating up with need. Someone’s ass was going to be on the receiving end of a mind-blowing cum explosion.“Awwww, fuck,” Lance groaned.Sam came up for air, his lips and chin coated in spit and ass juice, and he was smiling very large.“Oh my god,” he said.And then Lance pressed up on an elbow and turned around. He looked at Sam, and then he looked at me, and then he looked at Sam and he said, “Hi.”“Hello,” Sam responded.His eyebrows arched and he smiled at him. “Well?”“What?”“Don’t you have a job to finish?” He wiggled his muscular ass at him, then raised it up and backed it into Sam’s face.“Oh my god.”Lance shifted his sea-green gaze to me. “And then you’re gonna fuck me, right?”I was stroking my thick cock and lost in a fog of lust and could only nod.“Good, because my ass is going to be in definite need of a good, hard, deep fucking. Right Sam?”“Oh. My. God.”Lance provided his ass in the most convenient pose possible for Sam to get in there with everything he had. The muscular method with which Sam was kneading Lance’s ass flesh, the sounds of hunger and desire and pleasure he was making, and the way he could eat out Sam’s ass while simultaneously stroking his hard-on with such seeming ease suggested that Sam’s expertise in this area knew no bounds. How long was that dude’s tongue, anyway? It appeared that he could lick Lance’s ball sack, taint, and hole at the same time!Lance, on his knees with his majestic ass jutting backwards, his wet slick hole dripping with spit, was twisting the rubbery nubs of his tits and I could tell that he was in some realm of delight that we only reached occasionally, and maybe it was good to have Sam around for the week.Not that I ever tired of fucking or being fucked by my huge, handsome boyfriend, but different people had different talents, and fuck knows I wasn’t going to let Lance have all of Sam’s undivided attention. And maybe he could teach me a few tricks, though it appeared that the major source of his talents was simply his love of ass.And Lance had a lot of ass.It was during this process of the smaller man eating out the larger man that something unexpected happened - Sam set his own legs apart and opened his butt towards me, sending a clear signal that the man wanted me to somehow fit my mammoth meat inside his narrow frame.I couldn’t even imagine that such a thing was possible. My cock at full power, like it was now, is an almost frightening tool. Thick, long, hard, and covered with veins, it looks like an extra arm attached between my legs, mounted over a pair of balls as big as plums. Did he really intend for me to shove this monster inside him and start fucking his entire body as he attempted to dig his tongue inside my boyfriend’s ass?He knew exactly how big I was. He’d manhandled my meat with his expert touch and saw me plaster a room with my load. Hell, the dude had practically taken a shower in cum as I exploded all over him. He knew what I could do, and did he actually want me to do it?He shook his little butt at me, which I took as an undisguised invitation, and who was I to deny him his wish?I was leaking copiously so I spread the warm honey of my drooling pre-cum all over my hot meaty prick until it glistened like glass. The head was a fat mushroom and the shaft was throbbing hard as I touched the tip towards his hole and wondered how in fuck I was gonna manage this without ripping him in two.Then I started to push myself inside.To say that it was a tight fit at first is like saying I was trying to ram a Space Shuttle rocket inside a keyhole. I can’t imagine how that dude wasn’t positively screaming as I moved myself inside, but if you’re the proud owner of a big one, you know that after the initial entry - getting past that first tightness and the other dude’s automatic reaction to something big trying to get inside him - the rest is just cream.And cream is exactly what I started doing once I began sliding my hard meat inside his warm, tight chute. My balls were positively on fire and I could feel my explosion erupt along every inch of my cock as I started coming almost immediately, pumping my supply of hot cream like fucking Old Faithful.Once I started, I couldn’t stop. There’d be enough to go around, of course, so I didn’t even bother to think about Lance’s hole and how much bigger I might be able to grow him. By this point if I didn’t start emptying my balls I was afraid they were going to burst like over-inflated balloons.Sam wasn’t prepared for me. I mean, let’s face it, who could’ve been? Even if I had told him what his butt was in for with me plugged in, he would’ve thought it a worthless boast instead of a warning. “I cum a fucking river,” i might have said, but then he’d only smile or shrug or say something equally boastful like “I can fucking take any load you can give me.”Only, obviously, unlike my giant muscular pal, he couldn’t.Once I was uncapped, I was squirting a hot flood and shoving it out of his ass with every thrust of my hips. It splattered out of his ass against me and was running down my legs, and I kept on cumming.I wish I had a video of that scene. I mean, can you imagine what we looked like? Three naked dudes in this seedy little motel room decorated like some bad American Apparel ad. One giant bodybuilder-looking dude on his knees on the bed with his joint in his grip being eaten out by a second naked dude with a wiry frame and his head shoved between the first giant dude’s butt cheeks, while a third naked dude build like some Olympic gymnast and outfitted with a cock fit for a stallion was slowly pumping his meat inside the second little dude’s ass and seemingly exploding a load of cream more suitable for a cow’s fucking udder than pumping out of his cock.And all of us dudes gasping and groaning and cooing and moaning as we all received exactly what we wanted.My doubts about Sam’s ability to take me were soon erased, and my head still sort of reels around the memory - both of the appearance and the sensation - of my huge meat sliding in and out of his tight little butt. It seemed like a magic trick at the time, watching my huge prick disappearing inside him inch by inch as his ass swallowed it all up, and then I’d start to pull myself out and watch all that slick, glistening, pink, veiny meat reappear before I shifted my hips and plunged back inside of his tight, hot butt, pumping ropes of warm cream the entire time.It felt like my cock and his ass were made to fit. Was it some magical trick, my overestimation of my cock, or my underestimation of his ass? Whatever it was, it felt amazing and I could not stop coming for anything.Then, suddenly, Lance was back. The Lance I knew so well, the muscular beast who could ask anything of me and my dick and I’d do it without hesitation or thought. It felt like the room suddenly got smaller, or he got bigger, because even though I was fucking the tightest and most talented little butt I had ever met, he needed me now and he let us both know it. “Gotta get fucked,” he groaned, his deep voice both needful and demanding. “Gotta get fucking fucked right fucking now.”Had any ass in the history of asses been as well-prepared as his ass was for me? Sam had spent minutes prepping his hole for some major meat, and I was pushing out thick streams of cum from my swollen balls up my rock-hard massive prick - and just the sound of his voice, and those words, felt like my balls caught fire all over again and I needed to give him every drop I could.I slowly pulled out of Sam’s butt and my dick was an explosive fountain. I wasn’t even pumping spurts of cum anymore, I was just constantly cumming like by cock was attached to a faucet and spraying cream like a hose. Fuck, it felt amazing and overwhelming and I had to get inside my beautiful massive muscular boyfriend right fucking now!I practically shoved Sam off the bed to get my cock inside Lance and once we were connected, some sort of nuclear explosion of sex happened and I was nearly overcome with the sheer unfiltered bliss that was emanating from my dick and throbbing into my whole body, making me gasp and groan with savage ecstasy.Sam was probably still in the room but he no longer mattered. It was just me, and my cock, and Lance, and his ass, as I was dialed up into the red and flooding him with cum.Lance planted his hands on the mattress and pushed his butt up against my pelvis and started to slowly rock, fucking my cock as I fucked his ass. Stars and sparks appeared in my vision and my balls throbbed and tingled and my body felt energized and massively horny.I felt him growing again. I could feel the sensation of his intense sexual heat and massive muscular power increasing like a fist around my cock, tightening its grip and sucking the cream from my balls.“Fuck yeah,” Lance groaned, moaning with perfect divine rapture as his muscles swelled and his cock lengthened and his whole body grew more perfect and beautiful.Fuck yeah. 6 23 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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