It all started innocently enough, with a text at 6:53 a.m.
Who the cock, I thought as I rolled over and grabbed my phone. See if I ever take this bastard off silent again.
“Hey man, what you up to today?”
Ugh. Alex. Do I have the energy for him today? Well, not like there’s anything else happening.
Alex is a sweet kid, actually. I met him a couple years ago at my local game store, when my then-husband and I were going to play Magic on most Friday nights. At 19, he was half my age and uncomfortably close in appearance to the high school students I taught at the time, and his decks were obnoxious, but his enthusiasm was charming, infectious even, and we became fast friends.
“Not much, really,” I replied groggily. “What about you?”
“Off today. Let’s go have lunch or something.”
I replied with a thumb’s-up emoji and rolled back over, falling asleep instantly.
___
A few hours later, I had finally rolled out of bed, thrown on a graphic tee and some cargo shorts, and headed over to Alex’s apartment to pick him up. He was waiting on the stoop when I got there, perfectly framed by the sunlight that he had turned his face toward, eyes closed.
I eagerly drank in the sight of Alex basking in the sun as I pulled up. A nondescript face framed by scraggly, often-greasy locks of medium brown and adorned with fitful strands of soul patch trying desperately to be a goatee. Faded graphic tee stretched taut, revealing solid pecs, muscular arms, and a tight stomach with just the faintest hint of curve. Navy denim so tight it looks painted on, showing both an obscenely protruding, grapefruit-sized basket and two pert, perfectly round cakes. I burned the image in to my spank bank immediately.
“Hey, man, what’s up?” Alex asked jovially, opening the car door as soon as I pulled into the stop. I didn’t respond right away--I was suddenly flushed, intoxicated by the musky scent of his deodorant, and transfixed by the sight of his crotch as he climbed into the car and adjusted himself. The outline of his broad cock head was clearly visible now, and his thumb casually rested atop it.
“Hey, are you okay?”
“Oh, hey, yeah, just got lost in thought for a moment.”
“Cool. How are you? You look great, man.”
Hmmm. He’s never complimented my appearance before.
I’m not sure what came over me, but I decided to respond in kind. “You too man. You look good. Really good,” I added, letting my eyes linger between his legs for just a moment as I looked him up and down.
“Thanks man!” he beamed, sincerity only slightly belied by the nervous chuckle that followed. “Let’s go get some burgers and beer! It’s on me today.”
With a nod, I pulled out of the parking lot and headed for the restaurant. Out of the blue, Alex said “I know this may sound weird, but I’m thinking about going to wrestling school.”
“You mean for professional wrestling? Like on tv?”
“Yeah, man, I think it could be a lot of fun, and make a lot of money.”
“Hmm,” I replied non-committally. “I haven’t thought about it in years, but I used to watch a lot of professional wrestling when I was a kid. Mostly WWF. Of course, now I know I was just watching to perv on all the mostly naked men running around.” Alex chuckled at that, so I added, “Come to think of it, I’d watch you on tv too,” giving his package another meaningful glance. He just blushed and continued chuckling.
Lunch was relaxed, filled with small talk about Magic, comic books, and anime. Two hours--and two Bud Lights for Alex--later, we were back in front of his apartment.
“Wanna come up for a while and hang out?” Alex asked, suddenly quiet. “Maybe get in a game or two?”
As I followed Alex up the flight of steps to his apartment, there was an inexplicable thrill of electricity crackling between us. I had a sudden flashback to about a year ago or so, a memory that I had somehow entirely forgotten: Alex and his then-wife had come over to my house on a Saturday night to play Magic and ended up getting drunk and crashing on my couches while I went to bed. Sometime around 3 a.m., I bolted awake with an inexplicable urge to go out to the living room. As I got to the end of the hall, I stopped short, breath catching in my throat. I caught sight of Alex laying on his couch. The room was dark, but a spill of moonlight from the front window illuminated him from chest to knees. He had thrown off his blanket, pulled his shirt up and his pants down, and was furiously stroking his giant cock with both hands, faintly grunting and panting. It looked as though there was already one load drying on his tight, lightly hairy stomach. Just as the reality of what I was witnessing began to sink in, Alex, clearly trying to be quiet, gave the barest hint of a vocalization--”ungh”--as he fired off a massive volley of five cum shots, hitting his face, chest, and the arm of the couch. Just then, he looked toward the hallway entrance where I was lurking, and I quickly backpedaled into the shadows, never really knowing if he had seen me there or not.
“Well, come on in, and excuse the mess,” Alex chuckled as he opened the door.
The first thing I noticed was an art print of a Magic card tacked up above his bedroom door. “Rakdos Carnarium?” I queried, recognizing the piece. “Interesting choice.”
“Well, you know man… Rakdos. It’s supposed to be where the fun happens.”
“Hmm. Did you know that ‘carnarium’ literally means ‘meat market’--typically a butcher’s shop. I mean, as a bro I know you’re supposed to be slaughtering puss in there or whatever,” I chided with an impish grin, “but I’m still not sure that’s the tone you want to set for the boudoir, sir.”
“Ha! Well, it’s not like there’s been much going on in there these days anyway,” Alex replied wistfully, absentmindedly running his thumb over the broad cockhead that was still clearly visible in his bulge.
Fortune favors the bold, darling.
“Well, I’d be more than happy to pay you back for lunch,” I said with a shrug, getting on both knees to make my intentions perfectly clear.
“What, didn’t get enough meat at the burger joint?” Alex laughed uproariously, not taking me seriously.
I looked up in to his sea-green eyes earnestly. “No,” I said, “not nearly enough.
The next thing I knew, my face was forcefully crushed in to the huge mound of flesh that was barely contained by it’s straining denim enclosure. I inhaled the musk and sweat and faint piss smells deeply, head spinning and blood boiling from the bewitching mix. I could feel his cock twitching and growing as he ground his basket in to my face. I thought I might pass out.
With the desperation of the drowning, I reached up to scrabble at his belt and fly as though my life depended on it--it sort of felt like it did, in the moment--and he impatiently tutted and smacked my hands away.
“No,” he decreed, stepping back and puffing out his chest slightly for the proclamation. “Use your mouth. You’re going to earn your keep, boy.”
My arms dangling uselessly, I hobbled toward my prize, each finger twitching as it suddenly developed a mind of its own, a mind with no other thought than to set that huge, pulsing cock free. I grasped the leather tongue of his belt between my teeth and tugged and pulled as best I could, trying to work the buckle loose. With a sudden, satisfying pop, the belt and the button fly of his jeans both came undone. As I went to grasp the zipper in my teeth, I was again overwhelmed by the heady brew of aromas and pheromones, and I began mouthing his rock-hard sex through the denim.
“Unngh, fuck yeah,” Alex moaned, almost inaudibly. He began to run his calloused hands over my freshly-shaven head as I continued to chew and slobber on his throbbing cock. “Come on man, suck it,” he finally pleaded, “suck my big dick man, I know you want to. You’re always staring at it,” he continued. “Suck it!” I really wasn’t sure if that was a command or a plea for mercy.
I continued to mouth his cockhead through his jeans for another five or six seconds as I deliberately looked in to his eyes. Finally, I relented, forgetting the interdiction against hands in my haste to get his pants off. It appeared to no longer be in force.
I pulled down his zipper and tugged the too-tight denim down in one rough motion, also getting whatever underwear (if any) he was wearing, and at long last his glorious dong sprang free. Springing from a shockingly unkempt bush, It was an angry red color and impossibly thick--I have big hands, and I could barely get my fingers around it. His shaft was ramrod straight and even along its length, with a huge mushroom head that would be most of a mouthful by itself. I grabbed the mini tape measure on my keyring to verify this legendary cock’s standing--10 and ¾ inches. Fuck.
Grasping the throbbing shaft in one hand, I put my tongue gently to his piss slit, collecting the drop of pre that had gathered there, before turning my attention to the generous handful of balls hanging beneath. I buried my nose in the cleft of his inner thigh and inhaled deeply yet again, and the room began to spin just a bit.
Losing patience, Alex grabbed his shaft in one hand and my face with the other, shoving his outsized cock roughly in to my mouth. He then took my head between my hands and started pumping furiously. I choked and gagged and gasped for breath, but he never relented. My eyes were streaming and my vision blurry… I lost all sensation other than of my throat, being roughly used by the fattest, longest cock I’d ever seen in person. Time lost all meaning.
“Fuck I’m gonna come!” Reality came crashing back with his yell. He hugged my face to himself, sliding his monster cock all the way down my throat as it fired pulse after pulse directly in to my gut. I counted eleven shots in all.
As soon as Alex finished emptying his nuts, he attempted to withdraw his still-hard cock, but as he moved back I moved forward, continuing to massage his meat with my throat muscles as best I could. Finally, he grasped my head and held it in place as he withdrew his fat, shiny cock with a faint pop. It was still hard, so I engulfed him in the wet heat of my mouth once more. He merely stood there with a bemused, slightly disoriented look on his face, so I continued to gently lick and suck his enormous bell end for about five minutes, when I was rewarded with another generous load. His spunk was sour, so I swallowed as fast as I could before finally getting back on my feet.
“I’m gonna go home and take a shower and a nap,” I said nonchalantly as I walked out of the apartment. “Lunch again next week?”
Who the cock, I thought as I rolled over and grabbed my phone. See if I ever take this bastard off silent again.
“Hey man, what you up to today?”
Ugh. Alex. Do I have the energy for him today? Well, not like there’s anything else happening.
Alex is a sweet kid, actually. I met him a couple years ago at my local game store, when my then-husband and I were going to play Magic on most Friday nights. At 19, he was half my age and uncomfortably close in appearance to the high school students I taught at the time, and his decks were obnoxious, but his enthusiasm was charming, infectious even, and we became fast friends.
“Not much, really,” I replied groggily. “What about you?”
“Off today. Let’s go have lunch or something.”
I replied with a thumb’s-up emoji and rolled back over, falling asleep instantly.
___
A few hours later, I had finally rolled out of bed, thrown on a graphic tee and some cargo shorts, and headed over to Alex’s apartment to pick him up. He was waiting on the stoop when I got there, perfectly framed by the sunlight that he had turned his face toward, eyes closed.
I eagerly drank in the sight of Alex basking in the sun as I pulled up. A nondescript face framed by scraggly, often-greasy locks of medium brown and adorned with fitful strands of soul patch trying desperately to be a goatee. Faded graphic tee stretched taut, revealing solid pecs, muscular arms, and a tight stomach with just the faintest hint of curve. Navy denim so tight it looks painted on, showing both an obscenely protruding, grapefruit-sized basket and two pert, perfectly round cakes. I burned the image in to my spank bank immediately.
“Hey, man, what’s up?” Alex asked jovially, opening the car door as soon as I pulled into the stop. I didn’t respond right away--I was suddenly flushed, intoxicated by the musky scent of his deodorant, and transfixed by the sight of his crotch as he climbed into the car and adjusted himself. The outline of his broad cock head was clearly visible now, and his thumb casually rested atop it.
“Hey, are you okay?”
“Oh, hey, yeah, just got lost in thought for a moment.”
“Cool. How are you? You look great, man.”
Hmmm. He’s never complimented my appearance before.
I’m not sure what came over me, but I decided to respond in kind. “You too man. You look good. Really good,” I added, letting my eyes linger between his legs for just a moment as I looked him up and down.
“Thanks man!” he beamed, sincerity only slightly belied by the nervous chuckle that followed. “Let’s go get some burgers and beer! It’s on me today.”
With a nod, I pulled out of the parking lot and headed for the restaurant. Out of the blue, Alex said “I know this may sound weird, but I’m thinking about going to wrestling school.”
“You mean for professional wrestling? Like on tv?”
“Yeah, man, I think it could be a lot of fun, and make a lot of money.”
“Hmm,” I replied non-committally. “I haven’t thought about it in years, but I used to watch a lot of professional wrestling when I was a kid. Mostly WWF. Of course, now I know I was just watching to perv on all the mostly naked men running around.” Alex chuckled at that, so I added, “Come to think of it, I’d watch you on tv too,” giving his package another meaningful glance. He just blushed and continued chuckling.
Lunch was relaxed, filled with small talk about Magic, comic books, and anime. Two hours--and two Bud Lights for Alex--later, we were back in front of his apartment.
“Wanna come up for a while and hang out?” Alex asked, suddenly quiet. “Maybe get in a game or two?”
As I followed Alex up the flight of steps to his apartment, there was an inexplicable thrill of electricity crackling between us. I had a sudden flashback to about a year ago or so, a memory that I had somehow entirely forgotten: Alex and his then-wife had come over to my house on a Saturday night to play Magic and ended up getting drunk and crashing on my couches while I went to bed. Sometime around 3 a.m., I bolted awake with an inexplicable urge to go out to the living room. As I got to the end of the hall, I stopped short, breath catching in my throat. I caught sight of Alex laying on his couch. The room was dark, but a spill of moonlight from the front window illuminated him from chest to knees. He had thrown off his blanket, pulled his shirt up and his pants down, and was furiously stroking his giant cock with both hands, faintly grunting and panting. It looked as though there was already one load drying on his tight, lightly hairy stomach. Just as the reality of what I was witnessing began to sink in, Alex, clearly trying to be quiet, gave the barest hint of a vocalization--”ungh”--as he fired off a massive volley of five cum shots, hitting his face, chest, and the arm of the couch. Just then, he looked toward the hallway entrance where I was lurking, and I quickly backpedaled into the shadows, never really knowing if he had seen me there or not.
“Well, come on in, and excuse the mess,” Alex chuckled as he opened the door.
The first thing I noticed was an art print of a Magic card tacked up above his bedroom door. “Rakdos Carnarium?” I queried, recognizing the piece. “Interesting choice.”
“Well, you know man… Rakdos. It’s supposed to be where the fun happens.”
“Hmm. Did you know that ‘carnarium’ literally means ‘meat market’--typically a butcher’s shop. I mean, as a bro I know you’re supposed to be slaughtering puss in there or whatever,” I chided with an impish grin, “but I’m still not sure that’s the tone you want to set for the boudoir, sir.”
“Ha! Well, it’s not like there’s been much going on in there these days anyway,” Alex replied wistfully, absentmindedly running his thumb over the broad cockhead that was still clearly visible in his bulge.
Fortune favors the bold, darling.
“Well, I’d be more than happy to pay you back for lunch,” I said with a shrug, getting on both knees to make my intentions perfectly clear.
“What, didn’t get enough meat at the burger joint?” Alex laughed uproariously, not taking me seriously.
I looked up in to his sea-green eyes earnestly. “No,” I said, “not nearly enough.
The next thing I knew, my face was forcefully crushed in to the huge mound of flesh that was barely contained by it’s straining denim enclosure. I inhaled the musk and sweat and faint piss smells deeply, head spinning and blood boiling from the bewitching mix. I could feel his cock twitching and growing as he ground his basket in to my face. I thought I might pass out.
With the desperation of the drowning, I reached up to scrabble at his belt and fly as though my life depended on it--it sort of felt like it did, in the moment--and he impatiently tutted and smacked my hands away.
“No,” he decreed, stepping back and puffing out his chest slightly for the proclamation. “Use your mouth. You’re going to earn your keep, boy.”
My arms dangling uselessly, I hobbled toward my prize, each finger twitching as it suddenly developed a mind of its own, a mind with no other thought than to set that huge, pulsing cock free. I grasped the leather tongue of his belt between my teeth and tugged and pulled as best I could, trying to work the buckle loose. With a sudden, satisfying pop, the belt and the button fly of his jeans both came undone. As I went to grasp the zipper in my teeth, I was again overwhelmed by the heady brew of aromas and pheromones, and I began mouthing his rock-hard sex through the denim.
“Unngh, fuck yeah,” Alex moaned, almost inaudibly. He began to run his calloused hands over my freshly-shaven head as I continued to chew and slobber on his throbbing cock. “Come on man, suck it,” he finally pleaded, “suck my big dick man, I know you want to. You’re always staring at it,” he continued. “Suck it!” I really wasn’t sure if that was a command or a plea for mercy.
I continued to mouth his cockhead through his jeans for another five or six seconds as I deliberately looked in to his eyes. Finally, I relented, forgetting the interdiction against hands in my haste to get his pants off. It appeared to no longer be in force.
I pulled down his zipper and tugged the too-tight denim down in one rough motion, also getting whatever underwear (if any) he was wearing, and at long last his glorious dong sprang free. Springing from a shockingly unkempt bush, It was an angry red color and impossibly thick--I have big hands, and I could barely get my fingers around it. His shaft was ramrod straight and even along its length, with a huge mushroom head that would be most of a mouthful by itself. I grabbed the mini tape measure on my keyring to verify this legendary cock’s standing--10 and ¾ inches. Fuck.
Grasping the throbbing shaft in one hand, I put my tongue gently to his piss slit, collecting the drop of pre that had gathered there, before turning my attention to the generous handful of balls hanging beneath. I buried my nose in the cleft of his inner thigh and inhaled deeply yet again, and the room began to spin just a bit.
Losing patience, Alex grabbed his shaft in one hand and my face with the other, shoving his outsized cock roughly in to my mouth. He then took my head between my hands and started pumping furiously. I choked and gagged and gasped for breath, but he never relented. My eyes were streaming and my vision blurry… I lost all sensation other than of my throat, being roughly used by the fattest, longest cock I’d ever seen in person. Time lost all meaning.
“Fuck I’m gonna come!” Reality came crashing back with his yell. He hugged my face to himself, sliding his monster cock all the way down my throat as it fired pulse after pulse directly in to my gut. I counted eleven shots in all.
As soon as Alex finished emptying his nuts, he attempted to withdraw his still-hard cock, but as he moved back I moved forward, continuing to massage his meat with my throat muscles as best I could. Finally, he grasped my head and held it in place as he withdrew his fat, shiny cock with a faint pop. It was still hard, so I engulfed him in the wet heat of my mouth once more. He merely stood there with a bemused, slightly disoriented look on his face, so I continued to gently lick and suck his enormous bell end for about five minutes, when I was rewarded with another generous load. His spunk was sour, so I swallowed as fast as I could before finally getting back on my feet.
“I’m gonna go home and take a shower and a nap,” I said nonchalantly as I walked out of the apartment. “Lunch again next week?”
