Part 9: three musketeers
I had been wrong about the porno playing in the background. There was no orgy going on. The bridge between scenes had tricked me into thinking it would reach that conclusion. Instead the final scene was a foursome. Two guys, two girls. The hairy guy from the previous scene was in it as was the blonde girl. They were accompanied by two new actors: another blonde, this one with massive breasts and a completely shaven pussy, and a dark-skinned man with dreadlocks and a tattoo on his right shoulder that seemed to have faded.
I had missed the part where the actual story morphed into the sex scene, but I heard the four of them moaning and grunting. The guys were fucking their respective partners in the same room, but they didn’t interact with each other. Each couple was locked in a different position. The dark-skinned man was blessed with a bigger dick than the hairy guy, but not by much.
I wasn’t really paying attention to what was going on. I was fascinated by Mike. I looked over at Jason who seemed as interested in what he was seeing as I was.
Mike stood almost triumphantly before us. As shy as he had appeared earlier today, shielding his junk from being seen, he was now beyond any and all shame it seemed. My mind wasn’t overanalyzing anything anymore and reached simpler conclusions. Mike wanted to be here, he wore that thing for a reason, he wanted us to see it, to ask him questions about it. He wanted us to find out. No, I corrected myself, it wasn’t that he wanted Jason and me to find out, he wanted me to find out. Jason knew, or suspected, they had discussed this at some length. That’s why Jason invited Mike, and that’s why Mike came. Jason might not have known everything about Mike’s hidden depths, but he knew there was a depth.
“Fucking hell Mike,” I said softly. “I’m impressed, I think?”
“Huh?” Mike grunted.
“I mean, dude, that’s like, new. Like, I’ve seen stuff, done stuff, I always thought I wasn’t a prude or anything, like, I always thought I was in the know. Open-minded and shit, you know? But this is a first I think. So, you’re still getting hard, right?”
“Yeah, kind of, it’s just that it’s got nowhere to go. I mean, yeah, clearly that’s visible,” Mike laughed gently. “It’s not unpleasant like I said. It’s just, different. I’m on the fucking edge of just busting a nut it feels like.”
I touched my dick quickly. It was half-hard and I pushed it to the side. My balls felt heavy and seemed to stick to my leg. I adjusted them by wriggling one of my legs. It didn’t help. I saw Jason in the corner of my eye squeezing his manhood through his boardshorts. He wasn’t subtle about it, but there was a mindlessness to the act. He was just absentmindedly milking himself. I realized that I had probably done the same thing throughout the evening, only half aware.
“You a gooner?” Jason asked. “You know, getting to the edge and then dropping IQ-points till you’re just some drooling idiot ready to burst?”
“I guess, yeah, sure,” Mike said pensively. “Just, fuck, I fucking love being horny. You know? Just that feeling of having my balls full and just, I don’t know. You guys know, right?”
I nodded at the statement. I knew exactly what he meant. Just lounging at home and being absorbed by my own dick. Getting it hard, letting it go soft again. Milking it gently throughout the day. Looking up porn on my phone or my laptop, just to get into the mood. I enjoyed days like that, days where the precum just oozed out and I could have a quick taste every now and again. A taste of sex, salty and sweet and always adding to the maddening sensation of being so goddamn horny.
“Bro, I couldn’t man, when I have to bust, I just have to bust. I tried it, but I just can’t stop myself once past that point. Once you pop, I can’t stop,” Jason explained. I knew he was lying about that. I knew he had a dirty little streak to him, and this seemed one of those things that would totally be something he was into. I appreciated that dirty streak, something told me that I hadn’t seen just how far Jason was willing to go. Yet.
There was a silence that settled in. Mike, still with his pants around his ankles, Jason shirtless and milking himself through the fabric of his shorts and me, oozing precum.
“So,” I heard myself say in an almost whisper. “How big are you?”
“Six-point-two,” Mike said without pausing. “You guys?”
Jason smiled and shamelessly said: “Five eight.”
“Seven and a half, seven-point-six on a good day,” I said with some arrogance.
“Nice,” Mike said smiling.
I felt Jason slap me on my shoulder and he then gave a playful punch on my chest. “This guy, right here,” Jason said. “Biggest of the bunch.”
The actors had switched positions. The two guys were fucking the short blonde girl with the small tits. The camera zoomed in on her pussy. The hairy guy was on his back, his dick shoved into her asshole. The dark-skinned man had his meat in her pussy. She seemed stretched as the dark-skinned man fucked her cunt with a speed and ferocity that made me jealous. He rammed her good and hard while the hairy guy seemed content with just having his erect dick in her tight hole. I imagined he could feel the other guy’s cock slide in and out, pushing both him and her to the edge. Warm and moist, but stimulated by another man’s throbbing cock, it pushed and pulled into an increasingly wet cunt.
My balls wanted to empty themselves right then and there, but I felt too awkward to be the first to suggest anything. It made no sense, we had passed the point of no return already. I just didn’t want to seem too eager, too willing. There were unspoken rules at play, a certain etiquette.
“He’s uncut,” Jason said for some reason after what seemed like an eternity of silence.
“Really?” Mike said as he looked at me.
“What? Yeah, yeah I am. You’re not?” I replied. I looked at his caged manhood which seemed to struggle against the material. Mike’s dick was trying to get hard, trying to break out of his prison.
“Man, I wish I hadn’t been cut,” Mike said softly. “I always wondered what it would be like, you know?”
I smiled and shrugged: “Don’t know any better, guess it’s alright.”
There was a silence. Mike looked at Jason and then at me. I made a mental note to ask them about what they had discussed before this weekend. I wanted to know just how much Mike knew and how much Jason had told him. I wanted to know what I was in for, despite the fact that I wanted to just let things take me wherever they went.
“Can I see?” Mike whispered almost inaudibly. He coughed and repeated himself with a stronger more determined voice. Jason looked at Mike and then looked at me. I imagined that Jason had given him a little nod, or a wink, an almost invisible smile.
I cleared my throat: “Yeah, sure, I guess.”
I hesitated as my heart began to beat furiously in my chest. The act of standing up and showing them my dick, which was embarrassingly hard, seemed strangely intimate and intimidating. Mike stood there, unashamed and near-naked, and still, I felt a heaviness to join in.
I rose to my feet slowly and hesitated as I slipped my fingers into the waistband of my shorts. I looked around and saw how the dark-skinned actor blew his load on a well-fucked cunt while the hairy guy was still in her ass, slowly fucking her. The cum shot onto her pussy and dripped down, to be used as lube for the hairy guy still inside of her. I knew that he was close to blowing his load as well. It was a rule in porn.
My cock kept my shorts from dropping easily. As I pulled it down my rock-hard dick sprang up almost violently. It slapped against my stomach. The sound of skin slapping against skin seemed louder than the moans on television. It sounded wet and I looked down to see that it was indeed wet. I was leaking precum, thick drops had formed. Where my meat had hit my stomach, there was a wet little imprint left behind. I flexed the muscles in my groin and my dick bounced visibly up and down.
“Massive,” Mike said softly.
“Thanks,” I whispered in return.
My heart raced again as I looked around. I pictured Mike’s hand on my dick and wondered if it would make my dick look tiny. Jason shifted uncomfortably. He was the only one still sitting on the couch, while Mike and I stood opposite each other. I looked at Mike, who turned his head to look at Jason. Nobody said anything.
Jason stood up and dropped his shorts without needing any encouragement from us. I looked at his dick, it was as erect as mine. It jutted outward, and the veins along the length of his dick bulged. Mine looked so much bigger than Jason’s that it made me cocky. Jason’s cut manhood looked good, and his balls hung lower than expected. His left ball hung noticeably lower than his right. He did something, though I wasn’t sure what it was exactly, which caused his balls to draw themselves up, closer to his body. I pictured fondling his balls and tugging at them gently.
We were quiet and just looked at each other. I didn’t know what to say or do. I took a little step forward, positioning myself closer to Mike. Jason looked at my dick with envy in his eyes. He stepped forward and closer to Mike and I.
I swallowed, a lump of something strange forced its way down my throat. My heart beat fast and I noticed that I wasn’t breathing normally. I tried to breathe in and out, but every time I took a breath, I held it in for a second before exhaling.
I inhaled through my nose and smelled Mike’s body odor mixed with something musky and animalistic.
Mike inched closer to me, Jason followed his lead. We were quiet while the television continued to play porn. I flexed and made my hard-on dance. I realized just how close the three of us now where. I smelled their sweat and I figured they smelled my. Looking down my left hip nearly touched Mike’s right hip. He radiated heat. My right thigh brushed against Jason’s thigh. The hair on his legs tickled mine.
Our dicks pointed forward. I wanted to scream but couldn’t. I wanted to say something but couldn’t.
I looked down and up and a fear prevented me from reaching out to touch Mike’s muscular build. I kept my hands to myself as I tugged at my sack gently. I looked at my manhood and felt surprised that it was still going strong.
I looked up and saw that Mike was looking down at our cocks. I turned my head and saw that Jason was looking at me. We made eye contact. Awkward, but familiar. I gave an approving smile and Jason returned it. I didn’t know why I did what I did.
I heard my trembling breaths and wondered why nobody else seemed as tense as I was. I wanted someone to say something and break the silence.
Mike looked up at me and with a trembling voice that didn’t fit his massive frame he asked: “Can… can I… you know… can I?”
I nodded without saying anything. I looked down and watched Mike’s giant hand move toward my dick. His hands seemed twice the size of my hands. His fingers were thick and strong. He reached out and touched the tip of my dick with a gentleness that seemed endearing. He touched my foreskin with one finger and then pulled back, there was a clear string of precum that connected us. I made a sound that was meaningless except as an encouragement.
I heard Mike’s breathing now and I was glad to hear that he was as tense as I was. His hand wrapped itself slowly around my manhood. I looked at Jason and saw that Mike was using his other hand to hold onto Jason’s smaller dick.
I could see how we compared as Mike’s hands closed around our dicks. Jason’s dick seemed to completely vanish from sight as Mike’s hand covered it whole. My meat couldn’t be swallowed whole, I saw how there was still some of me exposed to the air. Mike’s hand felt warm and slightly rough on the shaft of my cock.
Instinctively I let out a whimpering sigh. Mike squeezed. I smiled. I looked at Jason and saw him reach down with his right hand and he placed it on Mike’s. He tried to close his hand around Mike’s but the size difference was too big. I followed his hand to his lower arm and upper arms. I could see Jason’s muscles move. He was encouraging Mike to slide his massive paws along the length of him. As Jason encouraged Mike I felt his grip tighten slightly. He pulled back my foreskin and exposed my head. I looked down to see that my dickhead was absolutely covered in a transparent slime. I was wet as fuck.
I gently pushed my hips forward, fucking Mike’s fist ever so gently. Mike’s breathing stopped for a second.
He slowly began to jack both Jason and me off. His technique was awkward and stilted. It made sense, he held us in a reverse grip. I inhaled through my nose and the scent of sex, sweat and masculinity entered me. I wanted this to last and go further, but my balls ached for release.
The sight of a hulking slab of muscle beating my meat drove me to the edge. My pole being bigger than his was intoxicating. I pictured Mike, unleashed from his cage, wrapping his fist around himself and completely covering himself. Holding my dick, a real man’s dick must mean something to him.
He increased his pace. I looked at Jason who was bucking back and forth, clearly fucking Mike’s fist. He was rubbing his chest, playing with his nipples. I saw him pinch himself, and twist his left nipple with his right hand. He threw his head up, his eyes closed, face pointed at the ceiling.
I allowed Mike to continue working my man meat. He increased his grip and speed. Sliding the skin along the head. If I didn’t know any better I’d figure this wasn’t the first time he had handled an uncut dick. I remembered ex-girlfriends who gave worse hand jobs than the monstrously huge Mike.
Jason moaned with pleasure and hissed through gritted teeth. I looked at him and took in the scene of his manhood fully in Mike’s giant hand. He whispered something, begged Mike to stop, and warned him that he was about to blow. Mike didn’t stop, and neither did Jason’s gentle fucking motions. He squeezed his nipples hard, pinched them, pulled at them, twisted them. He let out a shudder and I watched his body spasm with pleasure as he emptied his balls into Mike’s fist.
I felt Mike stop jacking me off for a second. Mike’s voice sounded dark and low. He shuddered unexpectedly. Jason had blown his load.
I looked at Mike’s meat, still caged, still struggling. Mike’s body convulsed lightly and his knees buckled. His hands were still around two dicks, I watched him cream his cage without touching himself. A thick white liquid spluttered from his cage and drooled down. His cum was watery and opaque.
“Fuck,” Mike whispered. “Fuck, fuck fuuuuuuuuck. Jesus. Fuck.
Jason looked and smiled but didn’t speak.
The sight of Mike creaming his cage, his hand on my meat. I wanted to feel the same release. I fucked his fist with obvious thrusts. He tightened his grip around me. He still held onto Jason who stared exhaustedly at the scene between us. I bucked and fucked and watched the tip of my dick slide in and out of sight. I felt the pressure build up and then release itself. I pushed myself forward, my dickhead clear of mike’s fist. I felt the stream of cum exit the tip of my dick. The first shot was powerful and with an arc it landed on Mike’s shin. The other shots oozed out. I pulled back and in doing so I knew I covered Mike’s palm with my semen.
Mike released us slowly. He opened his hands to show us the damage. Jason’s load was creamy and thick, covering most of the surface of his hand and fingers, he must have continued fucking after shooting because some of it had begun to foam. My load was mainly smeared out and not nearly as foamy as Jason’s.
Mike smiled helplessly. “You got me,” he said with an exhausted voice.
I laughed as I watched my cum trickle down his leg and onto his meaty foot.
“Towel?” Mike said directing the request at Jason.
“Shit, yeah, wait up,” Jason said as he darted out of the room.
Mike and I looked at each other. “I guess that’s the end of your month-long streak?” I said.
“Yeah, fuck,” Mike said with some relief. “Fucked up orgasm. Like, fucking ruined, you know? Guess I can take off this thing, finally.”
“Sorry man,” I said jokingly as I slapped him on the shoulder.
Mike made a threatening motion to return the favor and slather me in cum, but I ducked out of the way with a laugh: “Fucking hell dude, nice try, but not today.”
I had been wrong about the porno playing in the background. There was no orgy going on. The bridge between scenes had tricked me into thinking it would reach that conclusion. Instead the final scene was a foursome. Two guys, two girls. The hairy guy from the previous scene was in it as was the blonde girl. They were accompanied by two new actors: another blonde, this one with massive breasts and a completely shaven pussy, and a dark-skinned man with dreadlocks and a tattoo on his right shoulder that seemed to have faded.
I had missed the part where the actual story morphed into the sex scene, but I heard the four of them moaning and grunting. The guys were fucking their respective partners in the same room, but they didn’t interact with each other. Each couple was locked in a different position. The dark-skinned man was blessed with a bigger dick than the hairy guy, but not by much.
I wasn’t really paying attention to what was going on. I was fascinated by Mike. I looked over at Jason who seemed as interested in what he was seeing as I was.
Mike stood almost triumphantly before us. As shy as he had appeared earlier today, shielding his junk from being seen, he was now beyond any and all shame it seemed. My mind wasn’t overanalyzing anything anymore and reached simpler conclusions. Mike wanted to be here, he wore that thing for a reason, he wanted us to see it, to ask him questions about it. He wanted us to find out. No, I corrected myself, it wasn’t that he wanted Jason and me to find out, he wanted me to find out. Jason knew, or suspected, they had discussed this at some length. That’s why Jason invited Mike, and that’s why Mike came. Jason might not have known everything about Mike’s hidden depths, but he knew there was a depth.
“Fucking hell Mike,” I said softly. “I’m impressed, I think?”
“Huh?” Mike grunted.
“I mean, dude, that’s like, new. Like, I’ve seen stuff, done stuff, I always thought I wasn’t a prude or anything, like, I always thought I was in the know. Open-minded and shit, you know? But this is a first I think. So, you’re still getting hard, right?”
“Yeah, kind of, it’s just that it’s got nowhere to go. I mean, yeah, clearly that’s visible,” Mike laughed gently. “It’s not unpleasant like I said. It’s just, different. I’m on the fucking edge of just busting a nut it feels like.”
I touched my dick quickly. It was half-hard and I pushed it to the side. My balls felt heavy and seemed to stick to my leg. I adjusted them by wriggling one of my legs. It didn’t help. I saw Jason in the corner of my eye squeezing his manhood through his boardshorts. He wasn’t subtle about it, but there was a mindlessness to the act. He was just absentmindedly milking himself. I realized that I had probably done the same thing throughout the evening, only half aware.
“You a gooner?” Jason asked. “You know, getting to the edge and then dropping IQ-points till you’re just some drooling idiot ready to burst?”
“I guess, yeah, sure,” Mike said pensively. “Just, fuck, I fucking love being horny. You know? Just that feeling of having my balls full and just, I don’t know. You guys know, right?”
I nodded at the statement. I knew exactly what he meant. Just lounging at home and being absorbed by my own dick. Getting it hard, letting it go soft again. Milking it gently throughout the day. Looking up porn on my phone or my laptop, just to get into the mood. I enjoyed days like that, days where the precum just oozed out and I could have a quick taste every now and again. A taste of sex, salty and sweet and always adding to the maddening sensation of being so goddamn horny.
“Bro, I couldn’t man, when I have to bust, I just have to bust. I tried it, but I just can’t stop myself once past that point. Once you pop, I can’t stop,” Jason explained. I knew he was lying about that. I knew he had a dirty little streak to him, and this seemed one of those things that would totally be something he was into. I appreciated that dirty streak, something told me that I hadn’t seen just how far Jason was willing to go. Yet.
There was a silence that settled in. Mike, still with his pants around his ankles, Jason shirtless and milking himself through the fabric of his shorts and me, oozing precum.
“So,” I heard myself say in an almost whisper. “How big are you?”
“Six-point-two,” Mike said without pausing. “You guys?”
Jason smiled and shamelessly said: “Five eight.”
“Seven and a half, seven-point-six on a good day,” I said with some arrogance.
“Nice,” Mike said smiling.
I felt Jason slap me on my shoulder and he then gave a playful punch on my chest. “This guy, right here,” Jason said. “Biggest of the bunch.”
The actors had switched positions. The two guys were fucking the short blonde girl with the small tits. The camera zoomed in on her pussy. The hairy guy was on his back, his dick shoved into her asshole. The dark-skinned man had his meat in her pussy. She seemed stretched as the dark-skinned man fucked her cunt with a speed and ferocity that made me jealous. He rammed her good and hard while the hairy guy seemed content with just having his erect dick in her tight hole. I imagined he could feel the other guy’s cock slide in and out, pushing both him and her to the edge. Warm and moist, but stimulated by another man’s throbbing cock, it pushed and pulled into an increasingly wet cunt.
My balls wanted to empty themselves right then and there, but I felt too awkward to be the first to suggest anything. It made no sense, we had passed the point of no return already. I just didn’t want to seem too eager, too willing. There were unspoken rules at play, a certain etiquette.
“He’s uncut,” Jason said for some reason after what seemed like an eternity of silence.
“Really?” Mike said as he looked at me.
“What? Yeah, yeah I am. You’re not?” I replied. I looked at his caged manhood which seemed to struggle against the material. Mike’s dick was trying to get hard, trying to break out of his prison.
“Man, I wish I hadn’t been cut,” Mike said softly. “I always wondered what it would be like, you know?”
I smiled and shrugged: “Don’t know any better, guess it’s alright.”
There was a silence. Mike looked at Jason and then at me. I made a mental note to ask them about what they had discussed before this weekend. I wanted to know just how much Mike knew and how much Jason had told him. I wanted to know what I was in for, despite the fact that I wanted to just let things take me wherever they went.
“Can I see?” Mike whispered almost inaudibly. He coughed and repeated himself with a stronger more determined voice. Jason looked at Mike and then looked at me. I imagined that Jason had given him a little nod, or a wink, an almost invisible smile.
I cleared my throat: “Yeah, sure, I guess.”
I hesitated as my heart began to beat furiously in my chest. The act of standing up and showing them my dick, which was embarrassingly hard, seemed strangely intimate and intimidating. Mike stood there, unashamed and near-naked, and still, I felt a heaviness to join in.
I rose to my feet slowly and hesitated as I slipped my fingers into the waistband of my shorts. I looked around and saw how the dark-skinned actor blew his load on a well-fucked cunt while the hairy guy was still in her ass, slowly fucking her. The cum shot onto her pussy and dripped down, to be used as lube for the hairy guy still inside of her. I knew that he was close to blowing his load as well. It was a rule in porn.
My cock kept my shorts from dropping easily. As I pulled it down my rock-hard dick sprang up almost violently. It slapped against my stomach. The sound of skin slapping against skin seemed louder than the moans on television. It sounded wet and I looked down to see that it was indeed wet. I was leaking precum, thick drops had formed. Where my meat had hit my stomach, there was a wet little imprint left behind. I flexed the muscles in my groin and my dick bounced visibly up and down.
“Massive,” Mike said softly.
“Thanks,” I whispered in return.
My heart raced again as I looked around. I pictured Mike’s hand on my dick and wondered if it would make my dick look tiny. Jason shifted uncomfortably. He was the only one still sitting on the couch, while Mike and I stood opposite each other. I looked at Mike, who turned his head to look at Jason. Nobody said anything.
Jason stood up and dropped his shorts without needing any encouragement from us. I looked at his dick, it was as erect as mine. It jutted outward, and the veins along the length of his dick bulged. Mine looked so much bigger than Jason’s that it made me cocky. Jason’s cut manhood looked good, and his balls hung lower than expected. His left ball hung noticeably lower than his right. He did something, though I wasn’t sure what it was exactly, which caused his balls to draw themselves up, closer to his body. I pictured fondling his balls and tugging at them gently.
We were quiet and just looked at each other. I didn’t know what to say or do. I took a little step forward, positioning myself closer to Mike. Jason looked at my dick with envy in his eyes. He stepped forward and closer to Mike and I.
I swallowed, a lump of something strange forced its way down my throat. My heart beat fast and I noticed that I wasn’t breathing normally. I tried to breathe in and out, but every time I took a breath, I held it in for a second before exhaling.
I inhaled through my nose and smelled Mike’s body odor mixed with something musky and animalistic.
Mike inched closer to me, Jason followed his lead. We were quiet while the television continued to play porn. I flexed and made my hard-on dance. I realized just how close the three of us now where. I smelled their sweat and I figured they smelled my. Looking down my left hip nearly touched Mike’s right hip. He radiated heat. My right thigh brushed against Jason’s thigh. The hair on his legs tickled mine.
Our dicks pointed forward. I wanted to scream but couldn’t. I wanted to say something but couldn’t.
I looked down and up and a fear prevented me from reaching out to touch Mike’s muscular build. I kept my hands to myself as I tugged at my sack gently. I looked at my manhood and felt surprised that it was still going strong.
I looked up and saw that Mike was looking down at our cocks. I turned my head and saw that Jason was looking at me. We made eye contact. Awkward, but familiar. I gave an approving smile and Jason returned it. I didn’t know why I did what I did.
I heard my trembling breaths and wondered why nobody else seemed as tense as I was. I wanted someone to say something and break the silence.
Mike looked up at me and with a trembling voice that didn’t fit his massive frame he asked: “Can… can I… you know… can I?”
I nodded without saying anything. I looked down and watched Mike’s giant hand move toward my dick. His hands seemed twice the size of my hands. His fingers were thick and strong. He reached out and touched the tip of my dick with a gentleness that seemed endearing. He touched my foreskin with one finger and then pulled back, there was a clear string of precum that connected us. I made a sound that was meaningless except as an encouragement.
I heard Mike’s breathing now and I was glad to hear that he was as tense as I was. His hand wrapped itself slowly around my manhood. I looked at Jason and saw that Mike was using his other hand to hold onto Jason’s smaller dick.
I could see how we compared as Mike’s hands closed around our dicks. Jason’s dick seemed to completely vanish from sight as Mike’s hand covered it whole. My meat couldn’t be swallowed whole, I saw how there was still some of me exposed to the air. Mike’s hand felt warm and slightly rough on the shaft of my cock.
Instinctively I let out a whimpering sigh. Mike squeezed. I smiled. I looked at Jason and saw him reach down with his right hand and he placed it on Mike’s. He tried to close his hand around Mike’s but the size difference was too big. I followed his hand to his lower arm and upper arms. I could see Jason’s muscles move. He was encouraging Mike to slide his massive paws along the length of him. As Jason encouraged Mike I felt his grip tighten slightly. He pulled back my foreskin and exposed my head. I looked down to see that my dickhead was absolutely covered in a transparent slime. I was wet as fuck.
I gently pushed my hips forward, fucking Mike’s fist ever so gently. Mike’s breathing stopped for a second.
He slowly began to jack both Jason and me off. His technique was awkward and stilted. It made sense, he held us in a reverse grip. I inhaled through my nose and the scent of sex, sweat and masculinity entered me. I wanted this to last and go further, but my balls ached for release.
The sight of a hulking slab of muscle beating my meat drove me to the edge. My pole being bigger than his was intoxicating. I pictured Mike, unleashed from his cage, wrapping his fist around himself and completely covering himself. Holding my dick, a real man’s dick must mean something to him.
He increased his pace. I looked at Jason who was bucking back and forth, clearly fucking Mike’s fist. He was rubbing his chest, playing with his nipples. I saw him pinch himself, and twist his left nipple with his right hand. He threw his head up, his eyes closed, face pointed at the ceiling.
I allowed Mike to continue working my man meat. He increased his grip and speed. Sliding the skin along the head. If I didn’t know any better I’d figure this wasn’t the first time he had handled an uncut dick. I remembered ex-girlfriends who gave worse hand jobs than the monstrously huge Mike.
Jason moaned with pleasure and hissed through gritted teeth. I looked at him and took in the scene of his manhood fully in Mike’s giant hand. He whispered something, begged Mike to stop, and warned him that he was about to blow. Mike didn’t stop, and neither did Jason’s gentle fucking motions. He squeezed his nipples hard, pinched them, pulled at them, twisted them. He let out a shudder and I watched his body spasm with pleasure as he emptied his balls into Mike’s fist.
I felt Mike stop jacking me off for a second. Mike’s voice sounded dark and low. He shuddered unexpectedly. Jason had blown his load.
I looked at Mike’s meat, still caged, still struggling. Mike’s body convulsed lightly and his knees buckled. His hands were still around two dicks, I watched him cream his cage without touching himself. A thick white liquid spluttered from his cage and drooled down. His cum was watery and opaque.
“Fuck,” Mike whispered. “Fuck, fuck fuuuuuuuuck. Jesus. Fuck.
Jason looked and smiled but didn’t speak.
The sight of Mike creaming his cage, his hand on my meat. I wanted to feel the same release. I fucked his fist with obvious thrusts. He tightened his grip around me. He still held onto Jason who stared exhaustedly at the scene between us. I bucked and fucked and watched the tip of my dick slide in and out of sight. I felt the pressure build up and then release itself. I pushed myself forward, my dickhead clear of mike’s fist. I felt the stream of cum exit the tip of my dick. The first shot was powerful and with an arc it landed on Mike’s shin. The other shots oozed out. I pulled back and in doing so I knew I covered Mike’s palm with my semen.
Mike released us slowly. He opened his hands to show us the damage. Jason’s load was creamy and thick, covering most of the surface of his hand and fingers, he must have continued fucking after shooting because some of it had begun to foam. My load was mainly smeared out and not nearly as foamy as Jason’s.
Mike smiled helplessly. “You got me,” he said with an exhausted voice.
I laughed as I watched my cum trickle down his leg and onto his meaty foot.
“Towel?” Mike said directing the request at Jason.
“Shit, yeah, wait up,” Jason said as he darted out of the room.
Mike and I looked at each other. “I guess that’s the end of your month-long streak?” I said.
“Yeah, fuck,” Mike said with some relief. “Fucked up orgasm. Like, fucking ruined, you know? Guess I can take off this thing, finally.”
“Sorry man,” I said jokingly as I slapped him on the shoulder.
Mike made a threatening motion to return the favor and slather me in cum, but I ducked out of the way with a laugh: “Fucking hell dude, nice try, but not today.”
