Danny's 9 inch adventures
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Okay, back to the normal style of writing now! Hope you all enjoy this new chapter.
Chapter 20
Dan stood in his room, opposite his full length mirror. He was stark naked and rock hard. His nine inch cock stood at a perfect ninety degree angle and half way down the shaft he had hung a coat hanger. On either end of the hanger hung his rugby boots. He grinned and replaced the boots with two large books. Pleased to be able to take the weight he carefully replaced each book with a bag of flour. His cock tensed under the weight but took it. He grinned again at his reflection in the mirror and flexed his impressive biceps,
'Oh yeah baby! Cock of steel!' he triumphantly announced to the mirror.
He'd been practising for the last three days, fucking women as hard as could and for as long as he could. Practising different angles and positions that made them scream, squirt, and come. Practising was to maintain his hard on.
He'd played many rugby matches in his time but the competition that awaited him in two hours seemed, for now, like the most important of his lifetime. The chance to take down the never-before-beaten rugby captain, Joe, and become the team's best fucker. He inspected his body proudly: the hard, gym-worked muscles, the span of his powerful arms, the flex of his huge thighs, the sheer breadth of his bulging shoulders, and – more than anything else – his enormous, thick cock.
All his adult life, he'd enjoyed beaten people in a competition, whether it was on the field or in the bedroom. Pelting down the pitch, dodging the opponents, the rugby ball held firm like a Faberge egg; sliding through the grass and mud to slam the ball of the line; dropping his boxers in front of a few girls and another guy, knowing he was the biggest; making a girl scream with ecstasy while the other guy pounded away as well as he could but to less effect.
And then there was the show of victory! Raising the cup aloft while people applauded; being carried on your team-mates' shoulders; squirting champagne into the air and dousing those around you; making your mate walk home naked and shamed; making him lick your balls as a sign of his failure to beat your performance; even shedding your thick creamy load in the other guy's face to fuly show your dominance.
He loved it!
And he knew he could take Joe tonight.
He was a bit nervous, yes. He knew the odds were slightly against him, yes. But the fuckfest that had been the last few days had left him confident of his powers. He was at the peak of his game and he could win.
They met in a bar that was popular with the team. Everyone was there, eager to see things kick off. They'd miss the actual action but before the night was through, whoever won, they'd witness the victorious bragging and the humbled humiliation. It would be there on whatsapp for all to see.
There were drinks all round and much anticipation. Half the lads on the team had tried and failed to rise to Joe's challenge. The other half hadn't even accepted it.
'Alright, Danny boy. Ready to make a twat of yourself?' Joe grinned at him cockily.
Joe was tall and broad with dark blond hair. He was an expert player but not an expert looker. His nose was just a little too big, pushing his face off from an alignment that would be considered handsome and, although very well built, his muscles lacked that definition that made a girl want to run her tongue over them. Despite this, or perhaps because of it, he excelled in the bedroom and was a legend amongst the team for his prowess.
Dan grinned back but didn't reply. That cockiness will be your downfall, he thought as he looked Joe darkly in the eyes.
The rest of the team had started to whoop and holler like the audience of a boxing match or animals at a zoo.
James, the team veteran and the team joker, the one to organise pranks and initiate the new players, had his arms round the shoulders of both men. He spoke loudly so the rest could hear,
'Now, I want a good clean fight – which means a dirty fuck. Everything below the belt and no Viagra boys! Remember, the winner is the man the girls decide is best. You can come as many times as you like but if you lose your hardon the other man's likely to take the advantage. You fuck for two hours exactly and then you pop the question!' The rest of the men laughed. 'Now,' continued James, 'we need to pick you two slags to fuck. I'll choose so we know it's a neutral fight.'
He cast his eyes around the bar but the choice was obvious: two local girls stood near the door, fairly attractive with hemlines skimming their arses and their huge, melon-like tits barely restrained by their tight croptops.
Dan and Joe grinned at their teammates, then at each other, and then headed across the bar.
The hotel room had been booked by James. It was pretty swanky and the girls were impressed as the two men led them into the room which was dominated by a super king size bed. There was champagne on ice which Joe immediately popped and handed to the girls, knowing that wooing them was all part of the challenge. First impressions might count.
Dan watched and decided that if Joe was being the gentleman, he'd be the stud.
'Damn, it's hot in here,' and he slowly unbuttoned his crisp white shirt. The girls watched, entranced, their champagne untouched, as each button unclasped to reveal more and more of the tanned muscular body. He eased his shirt slowly over his shoulders and grinned wolfishly at the girls.
'You don't mind,' he joked, knowing full well what two girls who follow two rugby players to a hotel room are after.
'You're fucking fit!' gushed one girl.
'What a body!' agreed the other.
'Should I stop there?' asked Dan in his sexiest, most sultry voice.
'No – get em off!' the girls both squealed excitedly.
With Joe momentarily sidelined, still holding the bottle of champagne and not quite knowing what to do, Dan slowly unbuckled his belt then whipped it fast through the loops of his waistband like a stripper. It flicked through the air with a crack and the girls giggled with anticipation.
Keeping eye contact with the girls, he kicked his shoes off. He'd gone without socks to make this bit quicker and now he unclipped his trousers, slowly drew down the zip and let them unfurl around his powerful thighs. The girls stared at the tight white Calvin Kleins that clung to his body like a second skin. His soft cock bulged with promise through the material and the girls gasped at the sight.
Dan stepped forward, took the girls glasses and placed them to one side. Leaning back he grabbed the bottle that Joe held limply in his hand.
'There's only one way to drink champagne, ladies.'
Stepping forward even closer, he held the bottle above his head and with expert lightness tipped it enough to send a thin stream splashing down on his pecs. The girls dived forward excitedly and lapped up the fizzing golden liquid as it cascaded luxuriantly down his body.
Joe watched. Annoyed. How had Dan taken control so quickly...?
Chapter 20
Dan stood in his room, opposite his full length mirror. He was stark naked and rock hard. His nine inch cock stood at a perfect ninety degree angle and half way down the shaft he had hung a coat hanger. On either end of the hanger hung his rugby boots. He grinned and replaced the boots with two large books. Pleased to be able to take the weight he carefully replaced each book with a bag of flour. His cock tensed under the weight but took it. He grinned again at his reflection in the mirror and flexed his impressive biceps,
'Oh yeah baby! Cock of steel!' he triumphantly announced to the mirror.
He'd been practising for the last three days, fucking women as hard as could and for as long as he could. Practising different angles and positions that made them scream, squirt, and come. Practising was to maintain his hard on.
He'd played many rugby matches in his time but the competition that awaited him in two hours seemed, for now, like the most important of his lifetime. The chance to take down the never-before-beaten rugby captain, Joe, and become the team's best fucker. He inspected his body proudly: the hard, gym-worked muscles, the span of his powerful arms, the flex of his huge thighs, the sheer breadth of his bulging shoulders, and – more than anything else – his enormous, thick cock.
All his adult life, he'd enjoyed beaten people in a competition, whether it was on the field or in the bedroom. Pelting down the pitch, dodging the opponents, the rugby ball held firm like a Faberge egg; sliding through the grass and mud to slam the ball of the line; dropping his boxers in front of a few girls and another guy, knowing he was the biggest; making a girl scream with ecstasy while the other guy pounded away as well as he could but to less effect.
And then there was the show of victory! Raising the cup aloft while people applauded; being carried on your team-mates' shoulders; squirting champagne into the air and dousing those around you; making your mate walk home naked and shamed; making him lick your balls as a sign of his failure to beat your performance; even shedding your thick creamy load in the other guy's face to fuly show your dominance.
He loved it!
And he knew he could take Joe tonight.
He was a bit nervous, yes. He knew the odds were slightly against him, yes. But the fuckfest that had been the last few days had left him confident of his powers. He was at the peak of his game and he could win.
They met in a bar that was popular with the team. Everyone was there, eager to see things kick off. They'd miss the actual action but before the night was through, whoever won, they'd witness the victorious bragging and the humbled humiliation. It would be there on whatsapp for all to see.
There were drinks all round and much anticipation. Half the lads on the team had tried and failed to rise to Joe's challenge. The other half hadn't even accepted it.
'Alright, Danny boy. Ready to make a twat of yourself?' Joe grinned at him cockily.
Joe was tall and broad with dark blond hair. He was an expert player but not an expert looker. His nose was just a little too big, pushing his face off from an alignment that would be considered handsome and, although very well built, his muscles lacked that definition that made a girl want to run her tongue over them. Despite this, or perhaps because of it, he excelled in the bedroom and was a legend amongst the team for his prowess.
Dan grinned back but didn't reply. That cockiness will be your downfall, he thought as he looked Joe darkly in the eyes.
The rest of the team had started to whoop and holler like the audience of a boxing match or animals at a zoo.
James, the team veteran and the team joker, the one to organise pranks and initiate the new players, had his arms round the shoulders of both men. He spoke loudly so the rest could hear,
'Now, I want a good clean fight – which means a dirty fuck. Everything below the belt and no Viagra boys! Remember, the winner is the man the girls decide is best. You can come as many times as you like but if you lose your hardon the other man's likely to take the advantage. You fuck for two hours exactly and then you pop the question!' The rest of the men laughed. 'Now,' continued James, 'we need to pick you two slags to fuck. I'll choose so we know it's a neutral fight.'
He cast his eyes around the bar but the choice was obvious: two local girls stood near the door, fairly attractive with hemlines skimming their arses and their huge, melon-like tits barely restrained by their tight croptops.
Dan and Joe grinned at their teammates, then at each other, and then headed across the bar.
The hotel room had been booked by James. It was pretty swanky and the girls were impressed as the two men led them into the room which was dominated by a super king size bed. There was champagne on ice which Joe immediately popped and handed to the girls, knowing that wooing them was all part of the challenge. First impressions might count.
Dan watched and decided that if Joe was being the gentleman, he'd be the stud.
'Damn, it's hot in here,' and he slowly unbuttoned his crisp white shirt. The girls watched, entranced, their champagne untouched, as each button unclasped to reveal more and more of the tanned muscular body. He eased his shirt slowly over his shoulders and grinned wolfishly at the girls.
'You don't mind,' he joked, knowing full well what two girls who follow two rugby players to a hotel room are after.
'You're fucking fit!' gushed one girl.
'What a body!' agreed the other.
'Should I stop there?' asked Dan in his sexiest, most sultry voice.
'No – get em off!' the girls both squealed excitedly.
With Joe momentarily sidelined, still holding the bottle of champagne and not quite knowing what to do, Dan slowly unbuckled his belt then whipped it fast through the loops of his waistband like a stripper. It flicked through the air with a crack and the girls giggled with anticipation.
Keeping eye contact with the girls, he kicked his shoes off. He'd gone without socks to make this bit quicker and now he unclipped his trousers, slowly drew down the zip and let them unfurl around his powerful thighs. The girls stared at the tight white Calvin Kleins that clung to his body like a second skin. His soft cock bulged with promise through the material and the girls gasped at the sight.
Dan stepped forward, took the girls glasses and placed them to one side. Leaning back he grabbed the bottle that Joe held limply in his hand.
'There's only one way to drink champagne, ladies.'
Stepping forward even closer, he held the bottle above his head and with expert lightness tipped it enough to send a thin stream splashing down on his pecs. The girls dived forward excitedly and lapped up the fizzing golden liquid as it cascaded luxuriantly down his body.
Joe watched. Annoyed. How had Dan taken control so quickly...?
....As he watched, Dan led the two girls over to the bed, kissing first one, then the other. Long passionate kisses. Their hands were all over his body as he slowly undressed them but their fingers kept returning to the cock that was beginning to stiffen in his pristine white boxers.
Joe realised he had to up his game and started undressing. But they were far too busy watching Dan to fully notice. Rather than show himself off, he simply went up to the bed and joined in with the nearest girl. She allowed herself to be removed from Dan's arms and started to explore the equally muscular body that now held her.
'Oh my god!'
Dan, seeing Joe was back in the game, had decided to keep the attention on himself. As the girl rather her hand down his chest, he'd stopped kissing her, grinned at her gazing at his bulge and tugged forward the waistband of his boxers. His cock had leapt from his shorts like a bird from a cage and now stood huge and hard in front of the girl.
Hearing her mate's excitement, the other girl turned to look, just as Joe was moving in for another kiss. He ended up nuzzling her neck as she cried out in mutual surprise,
'That things massive – give us a feel!'
Leaning forward giggling, she began to stroke Dan's cock. Joe kissed he neck and gently pressured put pressure on her shoulders as he turned her back to him.
'Let's have a look at yours then!' she squealed, pulling down the front of his black Hugo Boss briefs. His cock immediately sprang up, lightly tapping against his stomach unlike the loud smack that announced the pyrrhic arrival of Dan's colossus.
'Oh,' she uttered with clear disappointment. Then, trying to make it up to him, 'Mmm', as she began to stroke his hardness.
Dan grinned to himself but didn't look across. No time to gloat. He knew Joe was only about 6 inches and Joe knew Dan was packing. It was a victory but only a temporary one. The importance now was keeping this advantage.
The girl's lips were stretched around his cock, moaning with pleasure, and dribbling down his shaft and across his balls. Normally he'd just throw her back on the bed and fuck her. But tonight demanded real pleasure for the girls. He picked her up my her waist, held her aloft in a show of strength, and brought her sweet wet cunt down to his face. He pushed his tongue inside, slow but determinedly, and her moan. Up and down, side to side, in and out, figure of eight. His tongue worked its magic and soon the little slut was drenching his face with her excitement.
He heard an ecstatic cry and realised it didn't come from his girl.
'That's it baby, right there!'
Joe had started fucking already and she was clearly enjoying it. Dan lifted his girl from his lips and brought her down on his cock, letting the head sit throbbing against the entrance to her pussy for a few delicious seconds before impaling her on his length.
'Oh wow!' That was more like it.
But soon the other girl was screaming too. He looked across as the girl rode his cock and saw Joe ploughing into the other own with immense speed and force. Would he peak too early or was this Joe's speciality? Either way, Joe had raised the game and Dan had to meet him and beat him.
Standing up and taking the girl with him, he fucked her in mid-air for a few minutes, then laid her back on the bed, her legs in the air, and – gripping her ankles with masterful gentleness – began to piledrive his cock into her. The bitch screamed the loudest so far and Joe shot him an anxious look. Should I be cocky, thought Dan? Fuck it, and shot him a cheeky wink. Joe put his head down in irritation and started to bang his girl even harder.
Moving into the doggy position, Dan slowly kissed every inch of his girl's body while he ploughed her from beyond. He skin was hot to the touch and tingled with the salt sweat of her body as she burned with desire. Joe had his in doggy too. He was on his knees gripping her waist while Dan had his chest on his girl's back and was sending his cock back and forth with the force of his entire body. Seizing the opportunity, he leant forward, his dick firmly inside his girl and passionately kissed the one Joe was fucking. She reciprocated excitedly. Then he kissed his own girl, ramming himself rhythmically in and out, before urging her to kiss her mate. She did as she was told and Joe looked on with jealousy at Dan's way with women.
Suddenly Dan's girl squirted everywhere. Aroused, Joe shed his load with a loud grunt. His dick flopped but he knew he could get it back up in a few seconds with a quick stroke. As he put his hand to his pump, Dan took the initiative, left his girl lying replete on the bed and dived onto Joe's girl, pushing his cock into her and fucking her hard. Her pussy resisted at first, its tightness not tested too much by Joe's inferior cock. He knew Joe would start to fuck the girl he had discarded but also knew that his dick would feel small in her now-gaping cunt.
But Joe was back in the game, his cock rock hard and slamming away inside the other girl. Soon she was screaming as much as she had for Dan. As much as he tried, he had a feeling the new girl wasn't being as receptive to him as she had been to Joe. Seeming to sense the same thing, Joe looked across and returned the cheeky wink from earlier. Dan started to speed up, jackhammering the bitch as hard as he could, his muscles rippling across his body, and sweat breaking out in rivulets over his skin. He felt himself starting to come and realised he'd overdone himself. Fortunately, he slowed, returned to a more sensual fuck and stalled his orgasm. Joe watched with disappointment to see that Dan could control his body's responses so well.
Looking up at the old fashioned clock that stood in its mahogany majesty against the wall, then men realised they had fifteen minutes left.
Fifteen minutes to prove themselves to these two girls, to each other, and to the entire rugby team.....
Joe realised he had to up his game and started undressing. But they were far too busy watching Dan to fully notice. Rather than show himself off, he simply went up to the bed and joined in with the nearest girl. She allowed herself to be removed from Dan's arms and started to explore the equally muscular body that now held her.
'Oh my god!'
Dan, seeing Joe was back in the game, had decided to keep the attention on himself. As the girl rather her hand down his chest, he'd stopped kissing her, grinned at her gazing at his bulge and tugged forward the waistband of his boxers. His cock had leapt from his shorts like a bird from a cage and now stood huge and hard in front of the girl.
Hearing her mate's excitement, the other girl turned to look, just as Joe was moving in for another kiss. He ended up nuzzling her neck as she cried out in mutual surprise,
'That things massive – give us a feel!'
Leaning forward giggling, she began to stroke Dan's cock. Joe kissed he neck and gently pressured put pressure on her shoulders as he turned her back to him.
'Let's have a look at yours then!' she squealed, pulling down the front of his black Hugo Boss briefs. His cock immediately sprang up, lightly tapping against his stomach unlike the loud smack that announced the pyrrhic arrival of Dan's colossus.
'Oh,' she uttered with clear disappointment. Then, trying to make it up to him, 'Mmm', as she began to stroke his hardness.
Dan grinned to himself but didn't look across. No time to gloat. He knew Joe was only about 6 inches and Joe knew Dan was packing. It was a victory but only a temporary one. The importance now was keeping this advantage.
The girl's lips were stretched around his cock, moaning with pleasure, and dribbling down his shaft and across his balls. Normally he'd just throw her back on the bed and fuck her. But tonight demanded real pleasure for the girls. He picked her up my her waist, held her aloft in a show of strength, and brought her sweet wet cunt down to his face. He pushed his tongue inside, slow but determinedly, and her moan. Up and down, side to side, in and out, figure of eight. His tongue worked its magic and soon the little slut was drenching his face with her excitement.
He heard an ecstatic cry and realised it didn't come from his girl.
'That's it baby, right there!'
Joe had started fucking already and she was clearly enjoying it. Dan lifted his girl from his lips and brought her down on his cock, letting the head sit throbbing against the entrance to her pussy for a few delicious seconds before impaling her on his length.
'Oh wow!' That was more like it.
But soon the other girl was screaming too. He looked across as the girl rode his cock and saw Joe ploughing into the other own with immense speed and force. Would he peak too early or was this Joe's speciality? Either way, Joe had raised the game and Dan had to meet him and beat him.
Standing up and taking the girl with him, he fucked her in mid-air for a few minutes, then laid her back on the bed, her legs in the air, and – gripping her ankles with masterful gentleness – began to piledrive his cock into her. The bitch screamed the loudest so far and Joe shot him an anxious look. Should I be cocky, thought Dan? Fuck it, and shot him a cheeky wink. Joe put his head down in irritation and started to bang his girl even harder.
Moving into the doggy position, Dan slowly kissed every inch of his girl's body while he ploughed her from beyond. He skin was hot to the touch and tingled with the salt sweat of her body as she burned with desire. Joe had his in doggy too. He was on his knees gripping her waist while Dan had his chest on his girl's back and was sending his cock back and forth with the force of his entire body. Seizing the opportunity, he leant forward, his dick firmly inside his girl and passionately kissed the one Joe was fucking. She reciprocated excitedly. Then he kissed his own girl, ramming himself rhythmically in and out, before urging her to kiss her mate. She did as she was told and Joe looked on with jealousy at Dan's way with women.
Suddenly Dan's girl squirted everywhere. Aroused, Joe shed his load with a loud grunt. His dick flopped but he knew he could get it back up in a few seconds with a quick stroke. As he put his hand to his pump, Dan took the initiative, left his girl lying replete on the bed and dived onto Joe's girl, pushing his cock into her and fucking her hard. Her pussy resisted at first, its tightness not tested too much by Joe's inferior cock. He knew Joe would start to fuck the girl he had discarded but also knew that his dick would feel small in her now-gaping cunt.
But Joe was back in the game, his cock rock hard and slamming away inside the other girl. Soon she was screaming as much as she had for Dan. As much as he tried, he had a feeling the new girl wasn't being as receptive to him as she had been to Joe. Seeming to sense the same thing, Joe looked across and returned the cheeky wink from earlier. Dan started to speed up, jackhammering the bitch as hard as he could, his muscles rippling across his body, and sweat breaking out in rivulets over his skin. He felt himself starting to come and realised he'd overdone himself. Fortunately, he slowed, returned to a more sensual fuck and stalled his orgasm. Joe watched with disappointment to see that Dan could control his body's responses so well.
Looking up at the old fashioned clock that stood in its mahogany majesty against the wall, then men realised they had fifteen minutes left.
Fifteen minutes to prove themselves to these two girls, to each other, and to the entire rugby team.....
.....Show time!
Each man pulled out his best moves.
Dan's enormous schlong pounded away while his gentle fingers worked their magic, bringing simultaneous pleasure and pain, sensual arousal and sheer fuck-fulfilment. Joe swapped between positions: each time, like a championship fencer, finding the perfect angle for his sword and stabbing it on target; each time, bringing a loud exhalation of ecstasy.
They swapped over again, by mutual agreement formed in a glance, and continued to fuck like their lives depended on it. Each man pushing his body to the limits, trying to bring as much enjoyment as he could to the soft warm flesh beneath his hands. The girls had almost ceased to exist. All that remained was a red hot cunt, worshipped by the cock that pumped away inside it: eager to please, like a servant or a slave, desperate for a Queen's acknowledgement, in hope of being raised up above his fellows.
Dan and Joe were grunting and snarling with exertion, like animals in for the kill. As the imperious clock struck eleven, each man gave a final roar and a last almighty swing of the hips, driving his proud cock as perfectly as he could toward the triumph of the girls' pleasure.
They fell from the girls, laughing in spite of their enmity towards each other, and stood back from their bed, their cock tired and dripping with cunt but still hard and throbbing with desire.
'Well?' Joe asked assertively.
The girls curled together like conspirators and whispered and giggled. They looked at the men, their eyes lingering on Dan's hefty appendage, then curled back again in conference. They turned with some seriousness, knowing the importance of the word they were about to impart. The air hung with silent suspense. An imaginary drumroll echoed in the mind of each man as he waited to know his fate: win or lose, success or failure, conquest or humiliation.
'Joe.'
The team captain punched the air with victory.
'Sorry Dan.'
His head momentarily hung down in disappointment but he quickly raised it to appear admirable in defeat.
'You're amazing and your dick is sooo big,' they continued to try to appease him, 'but Joe really knows what he's doing... like really really knows!'
Suddenly Joe was standing in front of him, his hand outstretched.
'Good fuck mate!'
Dan took his hand and shook.
'Yeah.'
'You had me worried several times there,' added Joe, as if in consolation. Then, 'Right... down to business...' he picked up his mobile phone from amongst his clothes, 'Forfeit.'
Dan closed his eyes for a second, feeling gutted. What did Joe have in store for him: a naked run, a little solo fun filmed and posted on a gay website, maybe even a dreaded facial?
'Suck my cock.'
'Huh?' Dan wondered if he'd heard right.
'You've got to give me a blow job as your forfeit.'
Dan stood looking at him, then at his mobile phone, in horror.
'You're hung like a fucking horse Danny boy so it's gotta be something pretty humiliating.'
'Yeah but...'
The phone was filming now.
'Go on mate, get on your knees and suck it.'
Caught naked and shamed in the eye of the camera, Dan reluctantly got to his knees.
'Do it on all fours,' grinned Joe.
Dan obediently assumed the position, knowing there was no way out of a rugby bet. The evening could have gone so well. Yet here he was about to give the team captain head.
The tanned muscular body didn't look as impressive now as the camera slowly closed in on Dan's mortified face. Joe's six inch cock stuck out, leering like a gargoyle, the shaft glistening and the head angry and purple. He reached up his head and opened wide. Realising he didn’t have to open too wide, Dan felt at least some superiority over Joe. But then Joe's cock was against his lips, inside his mouth, probing the entrance to his throat.
Not having given a blow job before, and not wanting to now, Dan knelt on the floor dumbly with Joe's cock shoved motionless in his mouth. The team captain laughed,
'You give rubbish head, Danny boy!'
Then took the scruff of his hair in his free hand and, keeping the camera steady with the other, began to fuck his teammate's face. To Joe, it felt amazing. Total justification for his position as captain and overall fucking legend. To Dan, it felt like the start of a long humiliation. He didn't realise such a small cock could feel so damn big in the mouth and he hated the sweaty, clammy, cunt-tinged taste. Joe watched joyously through the eye of the camera as his rigid dick swept in and out of Dan's appalled lips. Dan knew how much Joe must be loving this nightmare of all forfeits and pledged to somehow have his revenge. Before he could pull away, he felt Joe's body shiver and the hand pulling his mouth close to Joe's abdomen. Suddenly, Joe's bell end was in Dan's throat and then he felt something hot and sticky and wet erupt into his throat. He gagged. Joe stepped back, his spent cock falling now limp from Dan's mouth, and laughed manically. Dan retched and threw up and the girls ran squealing to the bathroom in mock disgust. When he recovered, he balanced himself on his knees then staggered to his feet. Joe was looking down grinning. Dan had thrown up over his own clothes. With his big toe, Joe hooked the only garment that had survived and flicked them to Dan. He caught his tiny white Calvins in his hand and embarrassedly put them on.
Joe handed him his wallet and phone, 'Time for you to head home mate. Good effort though. Even valiant, well done.'
Having won and secured his sense of supremacy, he was all matey and jokey. Dan's punishment was over and he was just one of the lads. And a lad with an impressive way with girls, and impressively large cock, and an impressive way of using it. He had respect for him and they were now friends. He hoped they fuck girls together again yet under more friendly circumstances.
As Dan closed the hotel door behind him, he heard Joe cry out to the girls, 'Come on then ladies, the night's still young. Plenty more where that came from!'
Walking down the corridor, clad only in his underwear, he wondered how he was going to get home with at least some shred of dignity. He pressed the button for the lift and the doors slid effortlessly open. The lift was empty and, as he stepped inside, the mirrored wall in front of him showed a beaten man.
He sighed, 'Worst night ever', then pressed disconsolately for the ground floor, well aware that the events of the night would be haunting and mocking him for days, even weeks, to come.
Each man pulled out his best moves.
Dan's enormous schlong pounded away while his gentle fingers worked their magic, bringing simultaneous pleasure and pain, sensual arousal and sheer fuck-fulfilment. Joe swapped between positions: each time, like a championship fencer, finding the perfect angle for his sword and stabbing it on target; each time, bringing a loud exhalation of ecstasy.
They swapped over again, by mutual agreement formed in a glance, and continued to fuck like their lives depended on it. Each man pushing his body to the limits, trying to bring as much enjoyment as he could to the soft warm flesh beneath his hands. The girls had almost ceased to exist. All that remained was a red hot cunt, worshipped by the cock that pumped away inside it: eager to please, like a servant or a slave, desperate for a Queen's acknowledgement, in hope of being raised up above his fellows.
Dan and Joe were grunting and snarling with exertion, like animals in for the kill. As the imperious clock struck eleven, each man gave a final roar and a last almighty swing of the hips, driving his proud cock as perfectly as he could toward the triumph of the girls' pleasure.
They fell from the girls, laughing in spite of their enmity towards each other, and stood back from their bed, their cock tired and dripping with cunt but still hard and throbbing with desire.
'Well?' Joe asked assertively.
The girls curled together like conspirators and whispered and giggled. They looked at the men, their eyes lingering on Dan's hefty appendage, then curled back again in conference. They turned with some seriousness, knowing the importance of the word they were about to impart. The air hung with silent suspense. An imaginary drumroll echoed in the mind of each man as he waited to know his fate: win or lose, success or failure, conquest or humiliation.
'Joe.'
The team captain punched the air with victory.
'Sorry Dan.'
His head momentarily hung down in disappointment but he quickly raised it to appear admirable in defeat.
'You're amazing and your dick is sooo big,' they continued to try to appease him, 'but Joe really knows what he's doing... like really really knows!'
Suddenly Joe was standing in front of him, his hand outstretched.
'Good fuck mate!'
Dan took his hand and shook.
'Yeah.'
'You had me worried several times there,' added Joe, as if in consolation. Then, 'Right... down to business...' he picked up his mobile phone from amongst his clothes, 'Forfeit.'
Dan closed his eyes for a second, feeling gutted. What did Joe have in store for him: a naked run, a little solo fun filmed and posted on a gay website, maybe even a dreaded facial?
'Suck my cock.'
'Huh?' Dan wondered if he'd heard right.
'You've got to give me a blow job as your forfeit.'
Dan stood looking at him, then at his mobile phone, in horror.
'You're hung like a fucking horse Danny boy so it's gotta be something pretty humiliating.'
'Yeah but...'
The phone was filming now.
'Go on mate, get on your knees and suck it.'
Caught naked and shamed in the eye of the camera, Dan reluctantly got to his knees.
'Do it on all fours,' grinned Joe.
Dan obediently assumed the position, knowing there was no way out of a rugby bet. The evening could have gone so well. Yet here he was about to give the team captain head.
The tanned muscular body didn't look as impressive now as the camera slowly closed in on Dan's mortified face. Joe's six inch cock stuck out, leering like a gargoyle, the shaft glistening and the head angry and purple. He reached up his head and opened wide. Realising he didn’t have to open too wide, Dan felt at least some superiority over Joe. But then Joe's cock was against his lips, inside his mouth, probing the entrance to his throat.
Not having given a blow job before, and not wanting to now, Dan knelt on the floor dumbly with Joe's cock shoved motionless in his mouth. The team captain laughed,
'You give rubbish head, Danny boy!'
Then took the scruff of his hair in his free hand and, keeping the camera steady with the other, began to fuck his teammate's face. To Joe, it felt amazing. Total justification for his position as captain and overall fucking legend. To Dan, it felt like the start of a long humiliation. He didn't realise such a small cock could feel so damn big in the mouth and he hated the sweaty, clammy, cunt-tinged taste. Joe watched joyously through the eye of the camera as his rigid dick swept in and out of Dan's appalled lips. Dan knew how much Joe must be loving this nightmare of all forfeits and pledged to somehow have his revenge. Before he could pull away, he felt Joe's body shiver and the hand pulling his mouth close to Joe's abdomen. Suddenly, Joe's bell end was in Dan's throat and then he felt something hot and sticky and wet erupt into his throat. He gagged. Joe stepped back, his spent cock falling now limp from Dan's mouth, and laughed manically. Dan retched and threw up and the girls ran squealing to the bathroom in mock disgust. When he recovered, he balanced himself on his knees then staggered to his feet. Joe was looking down grinning. Dan had thrown up over his own clothes. With his big toe, Joe hooked the only garment that had survived and flicked them to Dan. He caught his tiny white Calvins in his hand and embarrassedly put them on.
Joe handed him his wallet and phone, 'Time for you to head home mate. Good effort though. Even valiant, well done.'
Having won and secured his sense of supremacy, he was all matey and jokey. Dan's punishment was over and he was just one of the lads. And a lad with an impressive way with girls, and impressively large cock, and an impressive way of using it. He had respect for him and they were now friends. He hoped they fuck girls together again yet under more friendly circumstances.
As Dan closed the hotel door behind him, he heard Joe cry out to the girls, 'Come on then ladies, the night's still young. Plenty more where that came from!'
Walking down the corridor, clad only in his underwear, he wondered how he was going to get home with at least some shred of dignity. He pressed the button for the lift and the doors slid effortlessly open. The lift was empty and, as he stepped inside, the mirrored wall in front of him showed a beaten man.
He sighed, 'Worst night ever', then pressed disconsolately for the ground floor, well aware that the events of the night would be haunting and mocking him for days, even weeks, to come.
Great update. The coat hanger and "cock of steel" exercises was a particularly sexy touch.
Hey, sorry it's taken me so long to write the next chapter. Hope you all enjoy it! x
Chapter 21
The week passed in misery and indignity for Dan and Connor.
After his defeat at the hands, or cock, of Joe, Dan spent his days being endlessly ribbed by his teammates. There was a constant stream of blow job jokes and endless replays of the video of him, dick in mouth. Although he headed out to bars with the lads so not appear a sore loser, he left as soon as possible and went home where he mostly ate pizza and wanked over porn. He had an aggressive desire to fuck but also kept thinking with disgust of the taste of cock on his tongue. So instead, he kneeled on the floor, bent over his laptop, gripping his big failure of a dick in both hands and jerking himself off fiercely. Sometimes he watched websites, sometimes videos of himself he'd made over the years, and sometimes videos of mates that he'd got hold of.
He found himself rewatching a video of one of his uni mates, Sean, over and over again. The guy was a complete stud, strikingly handsome, and muscularly built. He'd been the team captain. And he had a 12 inch cock. He watched and watched with glee as Sean bent a girl over, rammed his cock up her cunt and fucked her senseless, her eyes nearly popping out as she screamed with pain and pleasure. The rough fucking turned him on, the enormous piece of meat wielding by his mate made him jealous, and he pumped his own shaft with fury until he grunted, leant back, and thick stream of cum erupted over his sweating torso.
Connor, meanwhile, simply could not get it up. Ever since he'd been humiliated by the bootboys and had to shave his chest, he'd either come really quickly or just failed to harden. He wasn't sure why but the more he obsessed about it the more severe the problem came.
At first, he'd just thought it was tiredness or something after failing to perform in front of Dan. However, the following day, at the gym, he'd been working the weights when a beautiful redhead had walked by. He was shirtless in his gym shorts and she'd allow her eyes to move slowly over his body as she passed. For Connor, that was enough of an invite. He got up, grinning, and led her to a private room. Tearing off her t-shirt and shorts, he'd pulled down her thong and got her going with his tongue. She'd kneaded his broad, sweating shoulders with her delicate fingers and bent forward, stretching her finger tips down his back and feeling his muscles ripple under her touch. He'd straightened up, spun her round, kissed her neck and asked her if she liked it rough. She'd giggled in confirmation and as they kissed he'd pulled down his shorts and his briefs in one movement. Slamming forward his pelvis, his surprisingly soft cock had slapped thickly between her legs. Looking down in horror, he'd gripped his dick and started wanking it with desperation. Two minutes later, the girl had left with embarrassment. As the door closed, his dick had jerked to attentions and shot its load before falling flaccid again within ten seconds. He'd stood in the room, his underwear round his ankles, his cum dripping down the wall, and his self-confidence utterly destroyed.
Both men were in their bedrooms of the apartment when the letterbox clattered open and shut. Connor stayed where he was, hunched in front of his playstation, killing shit to make himself feel better. Dan got up from the floor, his dick still hard from porn, and wandered to the front door. There was a single envelope on the floor. He opened it:
Heard your week has sucked.
Come round tonight. 7pm.
Bring a friend you can trust.
He hadn't heard from the club manager's wife for a while. He didn't like being ordered about but at the same time it kind of turned him on. He wondered what she had in store and whether he could convince Connor, who for some reason unknown to him had been moping around for the last week to join him...
After a bit of persuasion and several bottles of beer, Dan had convinced Connor to join him for a mystery night out. At 7pm, the taxi pulled up and the lads stepped out. Connor stared up at the huge house as Dan confidently made his way towards the door.
'What the fuck's going on?'
He reached the threshold as the door opened. Dan was already a figure of calm and poise as the figure of the manager's wife appeared. Connor, however, gasped like a frightened child. She disappeared inside and Dan grinned back at his mate.
'Come on!'
'But that's – '
'I know. She proper kinky!'
'But I – '
Before he could finished, Dan grabbed Connor's arm and pulled him into the hallway. Although acting confident, after his last visit he didn’t have a clue what to expect.
They were soon led into the palatial drawing room where he'd previously acted as a naked butler. As well as the manager's wife, there were only four women. All in the forties but still beautiful and perfectly formed. Dan felt himself stiffen slightly at the sight. One stood by the fireplace, the burning coals dappling her body with a red and orange glow. Another reclined on a white rug, slowly drawing her fingers through the thick expensive pile. The other two sat in plush armchairs, their long legs cross, sipping seductively on their martinis.
The manager's wife walked towards the boys as she made her way towards the kitchen door.
'Get your kit off then,' she purred sexily.
Connor looked at Dan in horror but he just grinned broadly and began unbuttoning his shirt. The four women gazed on intently as he revealed his tanned body with its rocky muscles. Dan gave Connor a look of insistency; he sighed and peeled off his t-shirt. His chest hair was beginning to grow back and the black stubble matted his enormous chest. Dan was pulling off his trousers and straightening up to show off in a tiny pair of white Calvin Klein trunks. The women in the room seemed frozen in a picture of anticipation and lust. Connor followed Dan's lead and dropped his trousers. His black briefs bulged impressively but Connor felt embarrassed by his cocks own futility as he reflected on its week of failures.
'After three...' Dan whispered.
Reluctantly, Connor looked over at his mate and they both stripped naked, grinning as they showed off their thick long cocks.
'Don't stop there...'
The two rugby lads jumped slightly as they realised the manager's wife had moved directly behind them. Dan gripped the wondrous girth of his dick and began to stroke himself to hardness. Connor followed suit but sulkily knew he'd soon be shamed as a big flop.
The woman by the fireplace had moved to the rug. As she joined her companion, they began to unhook each other's dresses, stripping each other down to black silk lingerie. The two seated women also moved to join each other and began slowly undressing. Looking on in disbelief, Dan's cock was ramrod hard. He didn’t notice Connor glancing down jealously, his own rod still soft and useless in his hand.
Each man felt a cool slim hand curve around his arse and squeeze.
'Kiss.'
Chapter 21
The week passed in misery and indignity for Dan and Connor.
After his defeat at the hands, or cock, of Joe, Dan spent his days being endlessly ribbed by his teammates. There was a constant stream of blow job jokes and endless replays of the video of him, dick in mouth. Although he headed out to bars with the lads so not appear a sore loser, he left as soon as possible and went home where he mostly ate pizza and wanked over porn. He had an aggressive desire to fuck but also kept thinking with disgust of the taste of cock on his tongue. So instead, he kneeled on the floor, bent over his laptop, gripping his big failure of a dick in both hands and jerking himself off fiercely. Sometimes he watched websites, sometimes videos of himself he'd made over the years, and sometimes videos of mates that he'd got hold of.
He found himself rewatching a video of one of his uni mates, Sean, over and over again. The guy was a complete stud, strikingly handsome, and muscularly built. He'd been the team captain. And he had a 12 inch cock. He watched and watched with glee as Sean bent a girl over, rammed his cock up her cunt and fucked her senseless, her eyes nearly popping out as she screamed with pain and pleasure. The rough fucking turned him on, the enormous piece of meat wielding by his mate made him jealous, and he pumped his own shaft with fury until he grunted, leant back, and thick stream of cum erupted over his sweating torso.
Connor, meanwhile, simply could not get it up. Ever since he'd been humiliated by the bootboys and had to shave his chest, he'd either come really quickly or just failed to harden. He wasn't sure why but the more he obsessed about it the more severe the problem came.
At first, he'd just thought it was tiredness or something after failing to perform in front of Dan. However, the following day, at the gym, he'd been working the weights when a beautiful redhead had walked by. He was shirtless in his gym shorts and she'd allow her eyes to move slowly over his body as she passed. For Connor, that was enough of an invite. He got up, grinning, and led her to a private room. Tearing off her t-shirt and shorts, he'd pulled down her thong and got her going with his tongue. She'd kneaded his broad, sweating shoulders with her delicate fingers and bent forward, stretching her finger tips down his back and feeling his muscles ripple under her touch. He'd straightened up, spun her round, kissed her neck and asked her if she liked it rough. She'd giggled in confirmation and as they kissed he'd pulled down his shorts and his briefs in one movement. Slamming forward his pelvis, his surprisingly soft cock had slapped thickly between her legs. Looking down in horror, he'd gripped his dick and started wanking it with desperation. Two minutes later, the girl had left with embarrassment. As the door closed, his dick had jerked to attentions and shot its load before falling flaccid again within ten seconds. He'd stood in the room, his underwear round his ankles, his cum dripping down the wall, and his self-confidence utterly destroyed.
Both men were in their bedrooms of the apartment when the letterbox clattered open and shut. Connor stayed where he was, hunched in front of his playstation, killing shit to make himself feel better. Dan got up from the floor, his dick still hard from porn, and wandered to the front door. There was a single envelope on the floor. He opened it:
Heard your week has sucked.
Come round tonight. 7pm.
Bring a friend you can trust.
He hadn't heard from the club manager's wife for a while. He didn't like being ordered about but at the same time it kind of turned him on. He wondered what she had in store and whether he could convince Connor, who for some reason unknown to him had been moping around for the last week to join him...
After a bit of persuasion and several bottles of beer, Dan had convinced Connor to join him for a mystery night out. At 7pm, the taxi pulled up and the lads stepped out. Connor stared up at the huge house as Dan confidently made his way towards the door.
'What the fuck's going on?'
He reached the threshold as the door opened. Dan was already a figure of calm and poise as the figure of the manager's wife appeared. Connor, however, gasped like a frightened child. She disappeared inside and Dan grinned back at his mate.
'Come on!'
'But that's – '
'I know. She proper kinky!'
'But I – '
Before he could finished, Dan grabbed Connor's arm and pulled him into the hallway. Although acting confident, after his last visit he didn’t have a clue what to expect.
They were soon led into the palatial drawing room where he'd previously acted as a naked butler. As well as the manager's wife, there were only four women. All in the forties but still beautiful and perfectly formed. Dan felt himself stiffen slightly at the sight. One stood by the fireplace, the burning coals dappling her body with a red and orange glow. Another reclined on a white rug, slowly drawing her fingers through the thick expensive pile. The other two sat in plush armchairs, their long legs cross, sipping seductively on their martinis.
The manager's wife walked towards the boys as she made her way towards the kitchen door.
'Get your kit off then,' she purred sexily.
Connor looked at Dan in horror but he just grinned broadly and began unbuttoning his shirt. The four women gazed on intently as he revealed his tanned body with its rocky muscles. Dan gave Connor a look of insistency; he sighed and peeled off his t-shirt. His chest hair was beginning to grow back and the black stubble matted his enormous chest. Dan was pulling off his trousers and straightening up to show off in a tiny pair of white Calvin Klein trunks. The women in the room seemed frozen in a picture of anticipation and lust. Connor followed Dan's lead and dropped his trousers. His black briefs bulged impressively but Connor felt embarrassed by his cocks own futility as he reflected on its week of failures.
'After three...' Dan whispered.
Reluctantly, Connor looked over at his mate and they both stripped naked, grinning as they showed off their thick long cocks.
'Don't stop there...'
The two rugby lads jumped slightly as they realised the manager's wife had moved directly behind them. Dan gripped the wondrous girth of his dick and began to stroke himself to hardness. Connor followed suit but sulkily knew he'd soon be shamed as a big flop.
The woman by the fireplace had moved to the rug. As she joined her companion, they began to unhook each other's dresses, stripping each other down to black silk lingerie. The two seated women also moved to join each other and began slowly undressing. Looking on in disbelief, Dan's cock was ramrod hard. He didn’t notice Connor glancing down jealously, his own rod still soft and useless in his hand.
Each man felt a cool slim hand curve around his arse and squeeze.
'Kiss.'
...'Huh?' wavered Dan, letting his cock go and turning to face the manager's wife.
'Keep doing what you're doing and kiss. Until I tell you to stop.'
Dan and Connor looked uncertainly at the tableau before them: four naked milfs, stroking each other's bodies and watching their every moment, their cunts probably wet with anticipation.
Dick in hand, they leaned in close and locked their lips together. Connor felt Dan's warm lips part and his powerful tongue enter his mouth. He didn’t resist but instead took it as a challenge, pushing forward his own tongue to attack. With one arm around the other's shoulder and one hand caressing their cocks, the men kissed each other roughly, battling for prominence. They felt their hands being moved away from their dick by the manager's wife and as they kissed they fantasised simultaneously about her sucking them off. Instead, she circled their free hands around each other cocks and whispered, 'Keep going'.
Connor gripped then caressed Dan's huge cock with a mixture of disgust, jealousy, and admiration. It felt hot to the touch and he could feel the blood throbbing urgently to the head. In comparison, Dan was surprised to find Connor still soft and wondered whether he'd just lost his hardon when they began to kiss. Slightly insulted by the idea, he gripped Connor's neck firmly and pressed harder with his lips and his tongue. Connor responded in the same manner. He felt the manager's wife run her hands over the coarse dark stubble on his chest, and his dick leapt into life. Dan momentarily stopped his oral assault as he felt his mate's cock throb and thicken to its full impressive girth, all eight inches powerfully pushing against his grip until he had to slacken his grasp. Connor moaned with relief and joy and took the opportunity to take charge of the kissing, pushing Dan's thick tongue aside and probing the cavern of his mouth, his lips rough and wet over his mate's mouth. Watching the women out of the corner of their eyes, they saw them also kissing, first each others lips, then 69ing. The rugby players jerked each other's cocks harder, aroused by the reception the women were giving them. Connor rubbed his thumb delicately across the head of Dan's cock and felt him shiver slightly at the tingle. He was so pleased to find his dick suddenly back in action and standing up to the night's events.
Suddenly the manager's wife was leading him away. Dan remained where he was as Connor descended on the two women on the fur rug. At a glance from the manager's wife, Dan understood he was expected to attend to the women who'd been seated. He walked slowly and powerfully towards them, his muscles flexed and his cock jutting out proudly. The two women placed their hands on a thigh each and began to lick and suck his cock, first taking turns, then greedily trying to take charge for longer sucks.
He looked across to the rug and saw Connor's firm arse powering back and forth as he fucked the two women, dick in one, fingers in the other, swapping over every few minutes. Impressed by how quickly he'd got down to business, Dan pulled his women towards him on the sofa, placing one on his cock and one over his mouth, then changing them round. Their mature cunts were wet and tight, and sweet to taste. They'd clearly never had cock as big as Dan's and freely voiced their approval and pleasure.
The manager's wife stood in the doorway to the kitchen and smiled calmly. It was difficult to read her thoughts or feelings but she seemed satisfied by how the evening was progressing.
As the clock in the hall struck nine, the women calmly moved away from the men. At a glance from the managers wife, Dan and Connor retired to the kitchen while she served nibbles and poured martinis.
'This is fucking crazy,' exclaimed Connor when they were alone.
'I know man,' agreed Dan.
Then Connor looked down at his cock. It was still rock hard. He held it in one hand and slapped it thickly against the palm of the other.
'I've still got a boner!'
Dan's own cock had flopped off as soon as they'd reached the kitchen and he looked down in slight surprise at how Connor's was still erect and twitching like an excited animal.
Half an hour later they returned to the drawing room and were led to the opposite pair of women. As hard as stone, Connor got straight down to business. Dan was slightly annoyed to find himself having to bring himself back to life but the soft lips of the women on the fur rug quickly aroused him. It was clear the women didn't want fucking by gentlemen and the two lads slammed away, using all their size and strength to utterly dominate the milfs, bending them into different positions, tugging their hair, firmly slapping their porcelain flesh, and driving their dick like battering rams inside the women's eager pussies.
By 11pm, neither man had come. They felt proud of their virility and continued to show it off as the evening reached its climax, their hips hammering and their biceps bulging as they gripped the delicate bodies of the women they were fucking. Screams of ecstasy began to rebound of the walls of the room as the women finally gave up their last shred of decorum.
'Oh fuck me, fuck me hard, big boy!' cried women.
'Ruin me with that huge cock!' demanded another.
'Oh you're so huge inside me!' exclaimed one more.
And, 'Give me that beast!' growled the last.
Suddenly the room was wet with multiple orgasms and the women crumpled in exhaustion across the soft furnishings of the expensive room.
Knowing what do without even being told, Connor and Dan, rose from the floor and returned to the kitchen.
They listen as the women talked excitedly to each other while dressing, then heard the front door open and footsteps disappear down the driveway. They walked out to the hall where the manager's wife was waiting. Their clothes were at her feet. Each man's underwear was hooked on the index finger of each hand. She was smiling, knowingly.
Dan reached out and took his boxers, pulling them up over his gargantuan thighs and pushing his thick semi down into pouch of his shorts. He looked across at Connor who's cock was still rigid.
'I don't think you'll be able to get these on just yet,' smirked the manager's wife and she let the black briefs fall to the floor. 'Anyway, I haven't finished with you yet.'
She turned and led the men upstairs....
'Keep doing what you're doing and kiss. Until I tell you to stop.'
Dan and Connor looked uncertainly at the tableau before them: four naked milfs, stroking each other's bodies and watching their every moment, their cunts probably wet with anticipation.
Dick in hand, they leaned in close and locked their lips together. Connor felt Dan's warm lips part and his powerful tongue enter his mouth. He didn’t resist but instead took it as a challenge, pushing forward his own tongue to attack. With one arm around the other's shoulder and one hand caressing their cocks, the men kissed each other roughly, battling for prominence. They felt their hands being moved away from their dick by the manager's wife and as they kissed they fantasised simultaneously about her sucking them off. Instead, she circled their free hands around each other cocks and whispered, 'Keep going'.
Connor gripped then caressed Dan's huge cock with a mixture of disgust, jealousy, and admiration. It felt hot to the touch and he could feel the blood throbbing urgently to the head. In comparison, Dan was surprised to find Connor still soft and wondered whether he'd just lost his hardon when they began to kiss. Slightly insulted by the idea, he gripped Connor's neck firmly and pressed harder with his lips and his tongue. Connor responded in the same manner. He felt the manager's wife run her hands over the coarse dark stubble on his chest, and his dick leapt into life. Dan momentarily stopped his oral assault as he felt his mate's cock throb and thicken to its full impressive girth, all eight inches powerfully pushing against his grip until he had to slacken his grasp. Connor moaned with relief and joy and took the opportunity to take charge of the kissing, pushing Dan's thick tongue aside and probing the cavern of his mouth, his lips rough and wet over his mate's mouth. Watching the women out of the corner of their eyes, they saw them also kissing, first each others lips, then 69ing. The rugby players jerked each other's cocks harder, aroused by the reception the women were giving them. Connor rubbed his thumb delicately across the head of Dan's cock and felt him shiver slightly at the tingle. He was so pleased to find his dick suddenly back in action and standing up to the night's events.
Suddenly the manager's wife was leading him away. Dan remained where he was as Connor descended on the two women on the fur rug. At a glance from the manager's wife, Dan understood he was expected to attend to the women who'd been seated. He walked slowly and powerfully towards them, his muscles flexed and his cock jutting out proudly. The two women placed their hands on a thigh each and began to lick and suck his cock, first taking turns, then greedily trying to take charge for longer sucks.
He looked across to the rug and saw Connor's firm arse powering back and forth as he fucked the two women, dick in one, fingers in the other, swapping over every few minutes. Impressed by how quickly he'd got down to business, Dan pulled his women towards him on the sofa, placing one on his cock and one over his mouth, then changing them round. Their mature cunts were wet and tight, and sweet to taste. They'd clearly never had cock as big as Dan's and freely voiced their approval and pleasure.
The manager's wife stood in the doorway to the kitchen and smiled calmly. It was difficult to read her thoughts or feelings but she seemed satisfied by how the evening was progressing.
As the clock in the hall struck nine, the women calmly moved away from the men. At a glance from the managers wife, Dan and Connor retired to the kitchen while she served nibbles and poured martinis.
'This is fucking crazy,' exclaimed Connor when they were alone.
'I know man,' agreed Dan.
Then Connor looked down at his cock. It was still rock hard. He held it in one hand and slapped it thickly against the palm of the other.
'I've still got a boner!'
Dan's own cock had flopped off as soon as they'd reached the kitchen and he looked down in slight surprise at how Connor's was still erect and twitching like an excited animal.
Half an hour later they returned to the drawing room and were led to the opposite pair of women. As hard as stone, Connor got straight down to business. Dan was slightly annoyed to find himself having to bring himself back to life but the soft lips of the women on the fur rug quickly aroused him. It was clear the women didn't want fucking by gentlemen and the two lads slammed away, using all their size and strength to utterly dominate the milfs, bending them into different positions, tugging their hair, firmly slapping their porcelain flesh, and driving their dick like battering rams inside the women's eager pussies.
By 11pm, neither man had come. They felt proud of their virility and continued to show it off as the evening reached its climax, their hips hammering and their biceps bulging as they gripped the delicate bodies of the women they were fucking. Screams of ecstasy began to rebound of the walls of the room as the women finally gave up their last shred of decorum.
'Oh fuck me, fuck me hard, big boy!' cried women.
'Ruin me with that huge cock!' demanded another.
'Oh you're so huge inside me!' exclaimed one more.
And, 'Give me that beast!' growled the last.
Suddenly the room was wet with multiple orgasms and the women crumpled in exhaustion across the soft furnishings of the expensive room.
Knowing what do without even being told, Connor and Dan, rose from the floor and returned to the kitchen.
They listen as the women talked excitedly to each other while dressing, then heard the front door open and footsteps disappear down the driveway. They walked out to the hall where the manager's wife was waiting. Their clothes were at her feet. Each man's underwear was hooked on the index finger of each hand. She was smiling, knowingly.
Dan reached out and took his boxers, pulling them up over his gargantuan thighs and pushing his thick semi down into pouch of his shorts. He looked across at Connor who's cock was still rigid.
'I don't think you'll be able to get these on just yet,' smirked the manager's wife and she let the black briefs fall to the floor. 'Anyway, I haven't finished with you yet.'
She turned and led the men upstairs....
...'Lay down. Facing each other.'
They did as ordered and she encouraged Connor to place his legs over Dan's and move forward until their heavy balls were touching. She climbed on to the bed with them. Dan's dick lay thickly across his stomach while Connor's stood up majestically like a flagpole. She grinned at Dan.
'It looks like this one is quite the competition for you.'
As she turned to him and started to softly lick his dick, Connor grinned leeringly at his mate. Her wet lips moved up the shaft to the head, taking him into her mouth and feeling him throb against her gentle tongue. Watching his mate getting head, Dan's cock sprang to attention, hitting her against her cheek. She giggled, raised her head and stroked both cocks. Dan was pleased by his extra inch as her hand moved upwards, covering Connor's head while his own remained on show. Suddenly she pressed their dick together, dipped her head and worked both dicks into her mouth, proceeding to give them the filthiest and dribbliest blow job either hunk had ever received. Dan was finding it hard not to shoot his load but was determined to maintain the upper hand with Connor.
The manager's wife unzipped her dress. She was naked underneath, her firm little tits bobbing up and down as she arranged herself over Dan and Connor. Lowering her body, she gripped their cocks, directing Dan into her tight cunt and Connor into her even tighter arse. They were momentarily shocked but came back to the reality of the situation when she ordered,
'Right then, fuck me rough and hard.'
Quickly matching each other's rhythm they gripped her body as they pounded their dicks inside her. They pawed her skin and squeezed her tits, driving their shafts upwards, deep inside her, making her cry out in bliss. Soon they were swapping round and Dan moaned with pleasure as her arsehole allowed his 9 inches of meat inside before clamping firmly around him. The tightness made him want to come even more.
'Come on, get creative,' she urged.
They threw her off, pushed her down and took turns fucking her like an animal. The rougher they got the more demanding she became: 'Harder! There – more! Fuck that cunt!'
As Dan fucked her mouth and Connor rammed himself into her now gaping pussy, the lads high fived, their nightmare week all forgotten. Pulling her onto all fours, Connor withdrew and shoved his cock into her arse. Leaning forward across her body, he signalled to Dan who pulled himself away from her greedy mouth and went behind Connor. Pushing his mate up and forward, to give himself space to manoeuvre, Dan rammed his cock into her cunt so they could share her properly again. He could feel Connor's balls slapping against his stomach. Connor could feels Dan's large pecs and hard nipples pressing against his back, now and again the shaft of his cock gliding against the cheeks of his arse. They fucked harder and harder, feeling the thickness and power of each other's cock stretching away inside her.
She gave a final yelp and squirted across the expensive bed linen, dousing Dan and Connor's sweating bodies in the process. They pulled out, mauled her body with their free hands as they jerked on their dicks, both ejaculating with immense ferocity across her lusting, burning body.
Dan knew not to wait and Connor followed his signal to return downstairs. They began to dress again, Connor struggling into his trousers and stuffing his underwear in his pocket. His dick was still impressively hard. It didn't start to soften until the taxi ride home was nearly complete.
'That was a fucking killer night!' grinned Connor, 'Cheers for the invite!'
Dan laughed and realised he hadn't done so for the whole week.
Connor smiled back, 'Good to see you happy again.'
'Oh I haven't forgotten about Joe, mate!'
'Well you should. I've accepted that Cam and Oli got me back royally. There's no way you can beat Joe. Unless you've got a mate with an even bigger dick than yours which is doubtful!'
He laughed and Dan joined in, pleased with the compliment. Suddenly he stopped, leaned forward and stared at Connor for what seemed like an age.
'What?'
'Connor, mate, you are a fucking genius.'
'What did I say?'
Dan grinned broadly, a warm feeling rising up and filling his entire body. He leaned back against the leather of the taxi seat, his eyes glowing with triumph.
'What?!' repeated Connor.
'Sean.'
They did as ordered and she encouraged Connor to place his legs over Dan's and move forward until their heavy balls were touching. She climbed on to the bed with them. Dan's dick lay thickly across his stomach while Connor's stood up majestically like a flagpole. She grinned at Dan.
'It looks like this one is quite the competition for you.'
As she turned to him and started to softly lick his dick, Connor grinned leeringly at his mate. Her wet lips moved up the shaft to the head, taking him into her mouth and feeling him throb against her gentle tongue. Watching his mate getting head, Dan's cock sprang to attention, hitting her against her cheek. She giggled, raised her head and stroked both cocks. Dan was pleased by his extra inch as her hand moved upwards, covering Connor's head while his own remained on show. Suddenly she pressed their dick together, dipped her head and worked both dicks into her mouth, proceeding to give them the filthiest and dribbliest blow job either hunk had ever received. Dan was finding it hard not to shoot his load but was determined to maintain the upper hand with Connor.
The manager's wife unzipped her dress. She was naked underneath, her firm little tits bobbing up and down as she arranged herself over Dan and Connor. Lowering her body, she gripped their cocks, directing Dan into her tight cunt and Connor into her even tighter arse. They were momentarily shocked but came back to the reality of the situation when she ordered,
'Right then, fuck me rough and hard.'
Quickly matching each other's rhythm they gripped her body as they pounded their dicks inside her. They pawed her skin and squeezed her tits, driving their shafts upwards, deep inside her, making her cry out in bliss. Soon they were swapping round and Dan moaned with pleasure as her arsehole allowed his 9 inches of meat inside before clamping firmly around him. The tightness made him want to come even more.
'Come on, get creative,' she urged.
They threw her off, pushed her down and took turns fucking her like an animal. The rougher they got the more demanding she became: 'Harder! There – more! Fuck that cunt!'
As Dan fucked her mouth and Connor rammed himself into her now gaping pussy, the lads high fived, their nightmare week all forgotten. Pulling her onto all fours, Connor withdrew and shoved his cock into her arse. Leaning forward across her body, he signalled to Dan who pulled himself away from her greedy mouth and went behind Connor. Pushing his mate up and forward, to give himself space to manoeuvre, Dan rammed his cock into her cunt so they could share her properly again. He could feel Connor's balls slapping against his stomach. Connor could feels Dan's large pecs and hard nipples pressing against his back, now and again the shaft of his cock gliding against the cheeks of his arse. They fucked harder and harder, feeling the thickness and power of each other's cock stretching away inside her.
She gave a final yelp and squirted across the expensive bed linen, dousing Dan and Connor's sweating bodies in the process. They pulled out, mauled her body with their free hands as they jerked on their dicks, both ejaculating with immense ferocity across her lusting, burning body.
Dan knew not to wait and Connor followed his signal to return downstairs. They began to dress again, Connor struggling into his trousers and stuffing his underwear in his pocket. His dick was still impressively hard. It didn't start to soften until the taxi ride home was nearly complete.
'That was a fucking killer night!' grinned Connor, 'Cheers for the invite!'
Dan laughed and realised he hadn't done so for the whole week.
Connor smiled back, 'Good to see you happy again.'
'Oh I haven't forgotten about Joe, mate!'
'Well you should. I've accepted that Cam and Oli got me back royally. There's no way you can beat Joe. Unless you've got a mate with an even bigger dick than yours which is doubtful!'
He laughed and Dan joined in, pleased with the compliment. Suddenly he stopped, leaned forward and stared at Connor for what seemed like an age.
'What?'
'Connor, mate, you are a fucking genius.'
'What did I say?'
Dan grinned broadly, a warm feeling rising up and filling his entire body. He leaned back against the leather of the taxi seat, his eyes glowing with triumph.
'What?!' repeated Connor.
'Sean.'
thought to bump this
Apologies for taking even longer than usual on the next chapter. It's ended up being really long so I'm going to divide it into several chapters, add finishing touches and post one every few days. Hope you enjoy it. As usual, thanks for all the likes and the nice comments that people have posted x
Chapter 22
'Oh my god, that's huge!'
'Where did he come from?'
'I dunno – he wasn't here last night.'
'Take a picture!'
'We can't!'
'Go on – that thing's massive!'
The two half-dressed girls stood looking down on the naked man who was sprawled across the sofa. He was strikingly handsome with a large, muscular frame; from his bulging biceps to the prominent six-pack, and down to his strong thighs, his body looked beautiful. But it was the enormous cock, currently slung to the right across his waist that fixated the two girls.
The night before, they'd pulled two good looking rugby lads, Dan and Connor. They'd come back to their flat, paired off, and enjoyed a few hours of impressive fucking. Waking to find their men still asleep, each had grabbed her clothes, and made their way to the living area. There, on the sofa, they had discovered the naked Adonis that now lay before them. He'd presumably originally covered his nakedness with a t-shirt but this had now fallen to the floor to expose his full glory.
'Go on!' the blonde girl urged her darker haired friend.
Giggling, the brunette dug in her handbag for her mobile. Pulling it out, she began set up her shot, turning the phone lengthways so she could get in the whole of the man's body.
'Morning ladies.'
The two girls jumped back in shock and embarrassment as the hunk on the sofa opened his eyes. He slowly propped himself up on one elbow, looked carefully at the girls, then glanced down at his cock.
'We're you about to take a picture of my dick?'
'No!' the two girls lied simultaneously and badly.
The man grinned, swung his body around to plant his feet on the ground, then leant back in the sofa, stretching his arms wide across its frame.
'I'm Sean.'
His powerful legs were wide open and the girls couldn't take their eyes of the long thick cock that now hung down over the seat of the sofa. Sean could feel himself getting morning wood and the two naughty girls in front of him was an instant turn on. He nodded at the camera that the brunette was clutching,
'Well you can if you like.'
The girls' eyes widened as his grin broadened. He stood up, happily displaying his gym-honed body.
'But if you do, it's gotta be when it's full size.'
He circled his large hand around his cock and gave it a single, slow stroke. It hardened to his touch and when his hand fell back again to his side the girls were left staring at a beast of a cock. It was impressively thick and impossibly long, standing to attention at a 90 degree angle, and perfectly straight, the weighty girth uniform all along the shaft until the budding bulge of the head. It pointed at them invitingly. Sean stood, impassive, silently challenging the girls.
Less than five seconds passed before they darted forward to grab his huge member and feel its warm throbbing heaviness, marvelling as they stroked its length. It scared and aroused them.
Sean leant forward and kissed the blonde, helping her out of her t-shirt and bra before turning his attention to the brunette. As he kissed them harder, he tugged down their knickers from under their skirts, then bent them both over the sofa. He decided to fuck the blonde first. She gasped as the head of his cock pressed against the lips of her cunt and pushed inside, filling her completely. At first, Sean only delivered the first six inches, whispering 'Only half way, baby', before slowly dragging it from her wet begging lips and then surging forward, slamming all 12 inches of his pride and joy inside her. He clamped a hand over her mouth as she screamed in ecstasy, grinning lasciviously at her mate who was staring at them with jealousy. He fucked her hard for sixty second, then did the same to the brunette. He pulled out and stood behind them, his cock glowing with the wet juices of their cunts. They remained bent over the sofa, panting like desperate dogs. He grinned and fucked them some more, this time giving each one two minutes worth before swapping over. Their loud moans began to echo through his fingers and around the room. He bent down, pressed his face to their soaking wet pussies and teased them with the genius of his tongue, probing fast, licking and flicking. Then he was back inside them, three minutes each, asking them cheekily how he was doing, and enjoying the news that he was the best ever.
'Who the fuck are you?!'
Still twelve inches deep in the blonde's pussy, Sean looked back over his shoulder. A tall broad guy, good looking and hairy-chested was standing in a crisp white towel, looking pissed off.
Dan came bounding excitedly from the other bedroom,
'Mate!'
As he took in the scene on the sofa, he burst out laughing. He'd left a key to the apartment for Sean with the concierge. He'd expected to find him asleep on the sofa, not fucking his and Connor's leftovers from the night before. This was typical Sean. He looked apologetically at Connor,
'This is Sean, my rugby captain from uni.'
By now, Sean was withdrawing from the blonde and padding across the room to Dan. He flung his muscular arms around him, and pulled his old friend towards him in a bear hug, unconscious of his rock hard cock now standing vertically, pressed against each other's stomachs. He stepped back,
'Great to see you Danny boy!'
'This is my flat mate, Connor.'
Connor desperately tried to make eyecontact with Dan's friend, but his eyes kept being drawn to the size of the cannon rearing from between his legs. He'd never seen anything like it. Not even on the internet. Sean moved forward, clutching Connor's right hand in his own and pulling him forward to slap him heartily around the shoulders with his left. As Sean stepped back from their embrace, Connor's towel dropped to his ankles. Sean grinned at the way Connor embarrassedly cupped his exposed limp cock in his hands. He looked a decent size but Sean knew he could dwarf even a porn star. He reached down, retrieved Connor's towel and handed it to him.
'Er, thanks, Sean, mate, good to meet you.'
The three lads remembered the scene on the sofa and turned back to look at the girls, bent over, their gaping pussies on show. They burst out laughing.
'Come on lads,' grinned Sean excitedly, 'I'm sure they can cope with three of us!'
'We'll leave you to it,' smiled Dan, then steered Connor away into his room to explain more about Sean.
Soon the girls were screaming again. Sean didn't bother covering their mouths this time and as he hammered away, slapping their arses and tugging on their hair as he brought them to orgasm over and over again, their moans and cries ripping from their increasingly hoarse throats.
On the other side of the wall, Dan grinned at the thought of how he was going to use Sean to bring down Joe, while Connor listened with awe at the noise the girls were making, his own cock hardening beneath the towel as he imagined the hidden scene....
Chapter 22
'Oh my god, that's huge!'
'Where did he come from?'
'I dunno – he wasn't here last night.'
'Take a picture!'
'We can't!'
'Go on – that thing's massive!'
The two half-dressed girls stood looking down on the naked man who was sprawled across the sofa. He was strikingly handsome with a large, muscular frame; from his bulging biceps to the prominent six-pack, and down to his strong thighs, his body looked beautiful. But it was the enormous cock, currently slung to the right across his waist that fixated the two girls.
The night before, they'd pulled two good looking rugby lads, Dan and Connor. They'd come back to their flat, paired off, and enjoyed a few hours of impressive fucking. Waking to find their men still asleep, each had grabbed her clothes, and made their way to the living area. There, on the sofa, they had discovered the naked Adonis that now lay before them. He'd presumably originally covered his nakedness with a t-shirt but this had now fallen to the floor to expose his full glory.
'Go on!' the blonde girl urged her darker haired friend.
Giggling, the brunette dug in her handbag for her mobile. Pulling it out, she began set up her shot, turning the phone lengthways so she could get in the whole of the man's body.
'Morning ladies.'
The two girls jumped back in shock and embarrassment as the hunk on the sofa opened his eyes. He slowly propped himself up on one elbow, looked carefully at the girls, then glanced down at his cock.
'We're you about to take a picture of my dick?'
'No!' the two girls lied simultaneously and badly.
The man grinned, swung his body around to plant his feet on the ground, then leant back in the sofa, stretching his arms wide across its frame.
'I'm Sean.'
His powerful legs were wide open and the girls couldn't take their eyes of the long thick cock that now hung down over the seat of the sofa. Sean could feel himself getting morning wood and the two naughty girls in front of him was an instant turn on. He nodded at the camera that the brunette was clutching,
'Well you can if you like.'
The girls' eyes widened as his grin broadened. He stood up, happily displaying his gym-honed body.
'But if you do, it's gotta be when it's full size.'
He circled his large hand around his cock and gave it a single, slow stroke. It hardened to his touch and when his hand fell back again to his side the girls were left staring at a beast of a cock. It was impressively thick and impossibly long, standing to attention at a 90 degree angle, and perfectly straight, the weighty girth uniform all along the shaft until the budding bulge of the head. It pointed at them invitingly. Sean stood, impassive, silently challenging the girls.
Less than five seconds passed before they darted forward to grab his huge member and feel its warm throbbing heaviness, marvelling as they stroked its length. It scared and aroused them.
Sean leant forward and kissed the blonde, helping her out of her t-shirt and bra before turning his attention to the brunette. As he kissed them harder, he tugged down their knickers from under their skirts, then bent them both over the sofa. He decided to fuck the blonde first. She gasped as the head of his cock pressed against the lips of her cunt and pushed inside, filling her completely. At first, Sean only delivered the first six inches, whispering 'Only half way, baby', before slowly dragging it from her wet begging lips and then surging forward, slamming all 12 inches of his pride and joy inside her. He clamped a hand over her mouth as she screamed in ecstasy, grinning lasciviously at her mate who was staring at them with jealousy. He fucked her hard for sixty second, then did the same to the brunette. He pulled out and stood behind them, his cock glowing with the wet juices of their cunts. They remained bent over the sofa, panting like desperate dogs. He grinned and fucked them some more, this time giving each one two minutes worth before swapping over. Their loud moans began to echo through his fingers and around the room. He bent down, pressed his face to their soaking wet pussies and teased them with the genius of his tongue, probing fast, licking and flicking. Then he was back inside them, three minutes each, asking them cheekily how he was doing, and enjoying the news that he was the best ever.
'Who the fuck are you?!'
Still twelve inches deep in the blonde's pussy, Sean looked back over his shoulder. A tall broad guy, good looking and hairy-chested was standing in a crisp white towel, looking pissed off.
Dan came bounding excitedly from the other bedroom,
'Mate!'
As he took in the scene on the sofa, he burst out laughing. He'd left a key to the apartment for Sean with the concierge. He'd expected to find him asleep on the sofa, not fucking his and Connor's leftovers from the night before. This was typical Sean. He looked apologetically at Connor,
'This is Sean, my rugby captain from uni.'
By now, Sean was withdrawing from the blonde and padding across the room to Dan. He flung his muscular arms around him, and pulled his old friend towards him in a bear hug, unconscious of his rock hard cock now standing vertically, pressed against each other's stomachs. He stepped back,
'Great to see you Danny boy!'
'This is my flat mate, Connor.'
Connor desperately tried to make eyecontact with Dan's friend, but his eyes kept being drawn to the size of the cannon rearing from between his legs. He'd never seen anything like it. Not even on the internet. Sean moved forward, clutching Connor's right hand in his own and pulling him forward to slap him heartily around the shoulders with his left. As Sean stepped back from their embrace, Connor's towel dropped to his ankles. Sean grinned at the way Connor embarrassedly cupped his exposed limp cock in his hands. He looked a decent size but Sean knew he could dwarf even a porn star. He reached down, retrieved Connor's towel and handed it to him.
'Er, thanks, Sean, mate, good to meet you.'
The three lads remembered the scene on the sofa and turned back to look at the girls, bent over, their gaping pussies on show. They burst out laughing.
'Come on lads,' grinned Sean excitedly, 'I'm sure they can cope with three of us!'
'We'll leave you to it,' smiled Dan, then steered Connor away into his room to explain more about Sean.
Soon the girls were screaming again. Sean didn't bother covering their mouths this time and as he hammered away, slapping their arses and tugging on their hair as he brought them to orgasm over and over again, their moans and cries ripping from their increasingly hoarse throats.
On the other side of the wall, Dan grinned at the thought of how he was going to use Sean to bring down Joe, while Connor listened with awe at the noise the girls were making, his own cock hardening beneath the towel as he imagined the hidden scene....
...A few hours later, the three men were standing under the showers in the gym. The hot water bounced off their hard bodies and steam swirled around them. Passing men observed them with either jealousy or desire: their strong limbs, their tanned skin, their firm, plump arses. As they faced the wall, cracking jokes to each other, the three men smoothed shower gel over their tired muscles, a thick lather spreading across their large frames and dripping through their fingers into the rushing waters at their feet. One of the men turned around under the glittering spray of water, moving his soapy hands over his body in luxuriously slow circular movements.
Everyone in the changing room stopped and stared. One man stood on one leg pulling up a sock, another froze as he was turning to his locker, two men stopped mid sentence, their jaws falling open, one approaching the showers and came to an abrupt halt, several men moved towels across their waists, some from embarrassment, some to hide the sudden erection that leapt into the stuffy air...
Apparently unaware of how time had frozen around him, the tall, handsome man continued to rub his large hands over his bulging muscles. But all eyes were focussed on the long thick cock that swung between his legs as he moved his body under the shower. Thick white lather slid down his chest, across his abs, and then made the long descent down his dick, building up around the bellend before dropping to the floor. The man's hand moved down his body and suddenly gripped his member like a hefty piece of rope, moving his fingers across his thickness, stretching his flaccid beast out to an unbelievable length as if cleaning and polishing a trophy. With his spare hand, he soaped up the two large balls that hung like apples ready to be picked. He continued to turn under the water, sliding his soapy fingers into the cleft of his peachy buttocks.
As the man once more faced the wall, the room slowly and embarrassedly woke up. Men pretended they hadn’t seen anything and carried on conversations, or finished dressing, or rushed to one of the toilet cubicles for a quick fantasy wank.
'So are you still working at the leisure centre?' Dan called through the clouds of steam.
'Yeah it's quite a good laugh,' Sean called back cheerfully, 'most of the guys are great – you might meet my mate Randy later, he's up here this weekend seeing family so I said I'd drop him a text when we're out. The only wanker is the boss, who fucking hates me.'
'How come?' laughed Connor.
'Well he's a real douche. Fucking loves himself. Married but always playing around and letting everyone know like it's something to be proud of. So I thought I'd bring him down a peg or two.'
Dan was already laughing, 'What did you do?'
'I hooked up with the girl he'd fucked the previous night and took her back to mine. Gave her the proper fucking business and banged her brains out. Half way through, I mention this guy – Brock – and she says, Oh Seany you're so much bigger and better!'
Connor and Dan burst out laughing again before he continued, 'So I played up to it and said, Well I know I'm several inches bigger but how much better? Then I drove my cock in real deep and she screamed out, One hundred fucking percent! before squirting all up my chest. Anyway, I got it all on camera and showed everyone at work. He was raging but didn't do anything cos I could probably knock him out. Besides, he deserved it.'
The three lads continued laughing as they turned off the showers and made their way towards the lockers. A little fluffed up from cleaning himself in the showers, Connor now felt a little less self-conscious about his nudity but he kept taking swift admiring glances of Sean's serpentine cock as it slapped heavily from side to side while he walked. Dan grinned happily, knowing he'd made a great call getting Sean to visit for the weekend. In the gym, all eyes had been on the three of them. He and Connor were usually the main eye candy in the gym and it was always easy to find someone to fuck but, that morning, every woman had been watching them. Even the three hottest girls that he and Connor had so far failed to charm had regularly looked across to inspect them once Sean had peeled off his t-shirt and started work on the weights.
Reaching into his locker, Dan pulled out his favourite red speedos, stepped into them and pulled them up his body, sliding them tightly over his pert arse and tucking his own prodigious cock and balls inside. He grinned at the other lads, knowing how good he looked, as Connor pulled on his own black trunks, giving them a squeeze to ensure everything was perfectly on show. Laughing at them, Sean reached into his bag, removed a tiny pair of leopard print speedos and began to ease them up his body. His two mates watched open-mouth as his balls filled the pouch to capacity. He pulled the trunks up over his muscular arse and placed his cock horizontally so it bulged thickly along the waistband. Dan and Connor's packed bulges made it clear they were well hung but Sean's laid out display showed exactly how long and girthy he was.
'For fuck sake, Seany,' laughed Dan, staring at his trunks.
'What?' grinned Sean with pretend innocence. Then he ran his fingers along the bulging outline of dick and added, 'If you've got it – flaunt it!'...
Everyone in the changing room stopped and stared. One man stood on one leg pulling up a sock, another froze as he was turning to his locker, two men stopped mid sentence, their jaws falling open, one approaching the showers and came to an abrupt halt, several men moved towels across their waists, some from embarrassment, some to hide the sudden erection that leapt into the stuffy air...
Apparently unaware of how time had frozen around him, the tall, handsome man continued to rub his large hands over his bulging muscles. But all eyes were focussed on the long thick cock that swung between his legs as he moved his body under the shower. Thick white lather slid down his chest, across his abs, and then made the long descent down his dick, building up around the bellend before dropping to the floor. The man's hand moved down his body and suddenly gripped his member like a hefty piece of rope, moving his fingers across his thickness, stretching his flaccid beast out to an unbelievable length as if cleaning and polishing a trophy. With his spare hand, he soaped up the two large balls that hung like apples ready to be picked. He continued to turn under the water, sliding his soapy fingers into the cleft of his peachy buttocks.
As the man once more faced the wall, the room slowly and embarrassedly woke up. Men pretended they hadn’t seen anything and carried on conversations, or finished dressing, or rushed to one of the toilet cubicles for a quick fantasy wank.
'So are you still working at the leisure centre?' Dan called through the clouds of steam.
'Yeah it's quite a good laugh,' Sean called back cheerfully, 'most of the guys are great – you might meet my mate Randy later, he's up here this weekend seeing family so I said I'd drop him a text when we're out. The only wanker is the boss, who fucking hates me.'
'How come?' laughed Connor.
'Well he's a real douche. Fucking loves himself. Married but always playing around and letting everyone know like it's something to be proud of. So I thought I'd bring him down a peg or two.'
Dan was already laughing, 'What did you do?'
'I hooked up with the girl he'd fucked the previous night and took her back to mine. Gave her the proper fucking business and banged her brains out. Half way through, I mention this guy – Brock – and she says, Oh Seany you're so much bigger and better!'
Connor and Dan burst out laughing again before he continued, 'So I played up to it and said, Well I know I'm several inches bigger but how much better? Then I drove my cock in real deep and she screamed out, One hundred fucking percent! before squirting all up my chest. Anyway, I got it all on camera and showed everyone at work. He was raging but didn't do anything cos I could probably knock him out. Besides, he deserved it.'
The three lads continued laughing as they turned off the showers and made their way towards the lockers. A little fluffed up from cleaning himself in the showers, Connor now felt a little less self-conscious about his nudity but he kept taking swift admiring glances of Sean's serpentine cock as it slapped heavily from side to side while he walked. Dan grinned happily, knowing he'd made a great call getting Sean to visit for the weekend. In the gym, all eyes had been on the three of them. He and Connor were usually the main eye candy in the gym and it was always easy to find someone to fuck but, that morning, every woman had been watching them. Even the three hottest girls that he and Connor had so far failed to charm had regularly looked across to inspect them once Sean had peeled off his t-shirt and started work on the weights.
Reaching into his locker, Dan pulled out his favourite red speedos, stepped into them and pulled them up his body, sliding them tightly over his pert arse and tucking his own prodigious cock and balls inside. He grinned at the other lads, knowing how good he looked, as Connor pulled on his own black trunks, giving them a squeeze to ensure everything was perfectly on show. Laughing at them, Sean reached into his bag, removed a tiny pair of leopard print speedos and began to ease them up his body. His two mates watched open-mouth as his balls filled the pouch to capacity. He pulled the trunks up over his muscular arse and placed his cock horizontally so it bulged thickly along the waistband. Dan and Connor's packed bulges made it clear they were well hung but Sean's laid out display showed exactly how long and girthy he was.
'For fuck sake, Seany,' laughed Dan, staring at his trunks.
'What?' grinned Sean with pretend innocence. Then he ran his fingers along the bulging outline of dick and added, 'If you've got it – flaunt it!'...
...In the pool, the three lads raced each other, their huge tanned limbs carving powerfully through the water, sending up glittering spray as their beautiful bodies shimmered beneath the water. Dan won their six-length race with Sean and Connor coming in a close second.
'Damn, you two are good swimmers! That nearly killed me' panted Sean with exhaustion.
Connor grinned back with approval, liking that Dan's mate could be humble and take the piss out of himself despite having a dick like a pornstar.
'Look what's waiting for us in the jacuzzi,' Sean added with a smile and heaved himself out of the water. The three girls from the gym were busy pretending not to have noticed them
By the time the other two had pulled themselves up onto the poolside, Sean was already flexing his huge body, water running down his muscles and collecting around his feet. He was playing the girls' game of making out he had no idea they were there but then he grinned back to Dan and Connor and began to stride across to the jacuzzi.
'Alright ladies? Room for three more?'
The girls were surprised by his assertiveness, entranced by his beautiful body, and awestruck by the bulge displayed in his trunks. Their usual chilly aloofness melted away into giggles and they invited him in. As he climbed into the warm, frothing waters, all three girls stared at the outline of his cock through the soaking wet lycra, hardly believing it was real. Arranging himself between two of the girls, he spread his arms wide behind them across the back of the jacuzzi, allowing his biceps to ripple and his chest to expand. Grinning at each other, Dan and Connor joined in, each sitting with a girl either side.
'Sorry, we take up a lot of room,' grinned Sean as the girls found themselves pressed against wet, rock hard muscle.
'I'm Sean, just visiting my mates here. They play rugby for the Wasps but I'm afraid I'm a complete nobody. You three have got to be the hottest girls in Coventry or is everyone in this city as gorgeous as you?'
Dan and Connor looked on as the group of girls fell for his cheeky patter. Pretty soon he was leaning forward and flexing his muscles so the girls could have a feel.
'Now try Dan, his are much bigger!'
The girls did as they were invited, then compared him to Connor.
'Yeah but Connor here's got the best legs. Stand up and give them a proper look mate.'
The girls grinned with pleasure as Connor rose from the waters, his semi-hard dick bulging away. As he sat back down in the jacuzzi, Sean grinned at the girl to his left,
'Yep, bigger job, bigger muscles... there's really only one thing I've got that's bigger.'
Dan and Connor burst out laughing and immediately noticed that the girl he'd spoken to was moving her right arm back and forth, clearly stroking Sean's dick under the water.
'Oh my god, it's actually real!'
'Hell yeah!' Sean laughed, standing up. His cock was throbbing against his speedos, barely held in by the slip of fabric that covered it, 'How about we head over to the sauna – I reckon there'll be more room there and a bit more privacy.'
He climbed out of the jacuzzi, confident the girls would follow. They did as he expected and Dan and Connor followed, incredibly impressed.
By the time they closed the door to the sauna, Sean was kissing the hottest girl passionately. She fell to her knees and gazed at the prize at his waist. She peeled down the back of his speedos, exposing his large firm buttocks. As she tugged down the front of his trunks, his cock leapt for freedom, all twelve inches swinging from his waist like an elephant's trunk and slapping her soundly across her face, making her gasp with shock and excitement.
'Sorry babe,' he laughed before turning back to Dan and Connor, 'Come on lads, the girls are waiting for you to get naked.' He looked across at the other two girls, 'They're hung like horses these boys, you won't be disappointed.'
Although they knew they couldn't measure up to Sean, Dan and Connor had nothing to be embarrassed about. They pulled their speedos round their ankles and grinned, pushing their pelvises forward slightly in invitation. The girls pounced forward and began to take them in their mouths, firstly kissing and licking the heads softly before getting the shafts as deep down their throats as they could.
They looked down at the girls chugging on their dicks like hungry animals then across to Sean who was leading his girl across to one of the wooden benches. Sitting down, he spread his muscular legs, his enormous erection standing to attention like a victory salute. They watched open mouthed as he balanced the girl above him, strummed her cunt with his fingers, then slowly brought her down on his dick. The lips of her pussy stretched wider and wider to accommodate his dense girth before every inch pushed inside, making her scream with joy. Connor nearly came at the sight and had to look away to avoid the electrifying image of Sean's massive appendage driving in and out of her pussy, spreading her wider than any man before, her instant gushing wetness so visible.
Soon the three lads were fucking as hard as they could, swapping between the girls, showing off their best moves, and giving them the time of their lives. Each time Dan or Connor took over from Sean they were aware of how easily their dicks slips into these once-tight pussies but the girls enjoyed all three of them, elated by the amount of cock and muscle available to them. After Dan and Connor were spent, their energies dissolving into a grunt and a squirt of cum, Sean kept going, hammering away, enjoying pleasuring the girls and entertaining his mates. Finally he was stood there with one girl's legs wrapped around his face as he worked away with his magical tongue and balanced her with his left hand around her waist; in his right hand he gripped another girl and bounced her up and down on his dick like a pleasure pole, while the third kneeled at his feet sucking on the juicy globes of his balls.
'Okay girls, you've beat me, I'm gonna have to come!'
They slid exhausted down his body and he gathered up their long blonde hair in his left hand, holding it high above their heads while he pounded on his cock with his right hand. He gripped it like a fireman's hose, let out a tigerish roar of enjoyment and released a spray of thick white cum that decorated the girls' faces like strings of pearls.
He looked across at Dan and Connor, his cock subsiding and hanging like a third leg,
'Great exercise boys, but I'm fucking starving now. Where are we gonna eat?'
'Damn, you two are good swimmers! That nearly killed me' panted Sean with exhaustion.
Connor grinned back with approval, liking that Dan's mate could be humble and take the piss out of himself despite having a dick like a pornstar.
'Look what's waiting for us in the jacuzzi,' Sean added with a smile and heaved himself out of the water. The three girls from the gym were busy pretending not to have noticed them
By the time the other two had pulled themselves up onto the poolside, Sean was already flexing his huge body, water running down his muscles and collecting around his feet. He was playing the girls' game of making out he had no idea they were there but then he grinned back to Dan and Connor and began to stride across to the jacuzzi.
'Alright ladies? Room for three more?'
The girls were surprised by his assertiveness, entranced by his beautiful body, and awestruck by the bulge displayed in his trunks. Their usual chilly aloofness melted away into giggles and they invited him in. As he climbed into the warm, frothing waters, all three girls stared at the outline of his cock through the soaking wet lycra, hardly believing it was real. Arranging himself between two of the girls, he spread his arms wide behind them across the back of the jacuzzi, allowing his biceps to ripple and his chest to expand. Grinning at each other, Dan and Connor joined in, each sitting with a girl either side.
'Sorry, we take up a lot of room,' grinned Sean as the girls found themselves pressed against wet, rock hard muscle.
'I'm Sean, just visiting my mates here. They play rugby for the Wasps but I'm afraid I'm a complete nobody. You three have got to be the hottest girls in Coventry or is everyone in this city as gorgeous as you?'
Dan and Connor looked on as the group of girls fell for his cheeky patter. Pretty soon he was leaning forward and flexing his muscles so the girls could have a feel.
'Now try Dan, his are much bigger!'
The girls did as they were invited, then compared him to Connor.
'Yeah but Connor here's got the best legs. Stand up and give them a proper look mate.'
The girls grinned with pleasure as Connor rose from the waters, his semi-hard dick bulging away. As he sat back down in the jacuzzi, Sean grinned at the girl to his left,
'Yep, bigger job, bigger muscles... there's really only one thing I've got that's bigger.'
Dan and Connor burst out laughing and immediately noticed that the girl he'd spoken to was moving her right arm back and forth, clearly stroking Sean's dick under the water.
'Oh my god, it's actually real!'
'Hell yeah!' Sean laughed, standing up. His cock was throbbing against his speedos, barely held in by the slip of fabric that covered it, 'How about we head over to the sauna – I reckon there'll be more room there and a bit more privacy.'
He climbed out of the jacuzzi, confident the girls would follow. They did as he expected and Dan and Connor followed, incredibly impressed.
By the time they closed the door to the sauna, Sean was kissing the hottest girl passionately. She fell to her knees and gazed at the prize at his waist. She peeled down the back of his speedos, exposing his large firm buttocks. As she tugged down the front of his trunks, his cock leapt for freedom, all twelve inches swinging from his waist like an elephant's trunk and slapping her soundly across her face, making her gasp with shock and excitement.
'Sorry babe,' he laughed before turning back to Dan and Connor, 'Come on lads, the girls are waiting for you to get naked.' He looked across at the other two girls, 'They're hung like horses these boys, you won't be disappointed.'
Although they knew they couldn't measure up to Sean, Dan and Connor had nothing to be embarrassed about. They pulled their speedos round their ankles and grinned, pushing their pelvises forward slightly in invitation. The girls pounced forward and began to take them in their mouths, firstly kissing and licking the heads softly before getting the shafts as deep down their throats as they could.
They looked down at the girls chugging on their dicks like hungry animals then across to Sean who was leading his girl across to one of the wooden benches. Sitting down, he spread his muscular legs, his enormous erection standing to attention like a victory salute. They watched open mouthed as he balanced the girl above him, strummed her cunt with his fingers, then slowly brought her down on his dick. The lips of her pussy stretched wider and wider to accommodate his dense girth before every inch pushed inside, making her scream with joy. Connor nearly came at the sight and had to look away to avoid the electrifying image of Sean's massive appendage driving in and out of her pussy, spreading her wider than any man before, her instant gushing wetness so visible.
Soon the three lads were fucking as hard as they could, swapping between the girls, showing off their best moves, and giving them the time of their lives. Each time Dan or Connor took over from Sean they were aware of how easily their dicks slips into these once-tight pussies but the girls enjoyed all three of them, elated by the amount of cock and muscle available to them. After Dan and Connor were spent, their energies dissolving into a grunt and a squirt of cum, Sean kept going, hammering away, enjoying pleasuring the girls and entertaining his mates. Finally he was stood there with one girl's legs wrapped around his face as he worked away with his magical tongue and balanced her with his left hand around her waist; in his right hand he gripped another girl and bounced her up and down on his dick like a pleasure pole, while the third kneeled at his feet sucking on the juicy globes of his balls.
'Okay girls, you've beat me, I'm gonna have to come!'
They slid exhausted down his body and he gathered up their long blonde hair in his left hand, holding it high above their heads while he pounded on his cock with his right hand. He gripped it like a fireman's hose, let out a tigerish roar of enjoyment and released a spray of thick white cum that decorated the girls' faces like strings of pearls.
He looked across at Dan and Connor, his cock subsiding and hanging like a third leg,
'Great exercise boys, but I'm fucking starving now. Where are we gonna eat?'
