Rico

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I've never written a story before. Here's the first chapter of my first attempt. Let me know if this is cool.

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1 – Thursday

As Rico looked down at the sidewalk, he felt sad. Dejected, even. He took a sip on his sugared-up iced coffee and sighed. A few short years ago, he was at the top of the porn tree, with cash rolling in hand over fist. He was a man with dark, piercing eyes, delicious nipples, a juicy fat ass, sexy tatts, and the kind of cock that most men could only dream of possessing and made women wet on sight. He still had all of these things, but something had gone awry in the meanwhile, and he couldn’t work out what it was.

He still lived the pornstar life. He still wore the ostentatious bling, he still wore the high-dollar sneakers and he still drove the pimp wheels. He still saw himself as a legend of the industry, but nowadays, the industry didn’t hold him in such high esteem. There wasn’t as much cash rolling in, and all of his material possessions cost money. Debt was always there to save the day.

He went back inside the casino, bought a drink, and sat down at the slot machines for a while. He sighed again.

What had happened? He might have put on a few pounds, but those pounds had filled him out nicely. And everything else was still where it once was, especially that magnificent penis. He could’ve been a all-time legend, what went wrong? He could, and did, still smash for cash, but the cash wasn’t enough anymore. And it wasn’t just the money, it was the adoration. Where did it all go? Was this all just karma, just bad luck?

Rico drove home alone, logged on, and checked his emails. Not much there in the way of enquiries or contracts; not much work on the horizon. He felt a bit of a buzz from the small win on the slot machines, and he remembered that ‘sexy bitch’ who was sitting a few machines down from him. She looked at Rico for a split second too long, she smiled; maybe she knew who he was? But he wasn’t in the mood for a conversation tonight, even though he knew she would’ve worshipped his dick. They all do, he thought to himself. He went to the kitchen and poured himself a double shot. Downed in one gulp, burning slightly on the way down.

He thought about the woman from the casino. He knew he could’ve destroyed her tonight if he wanted to.

His dick twitched. The earth moved.

Rico went into his bedroom and turned out the lights. The window was open, and a cooling breeze made itself felt. Sirens in the distance, the occasional sound of random gunfire; the normal sounds of any American city. He undressed and laid down on his king size bed. In his mind’s eye, the sexy woman from the slots appeared. He licked his fat lips, imagining kissing her, dominating her. His left hand reached down to his balls, hanging loose and away from his body on this warm night. His right was clamped on his left nipple, tugging and squeezing. He put his right index finger into his mouth, and after it was coated with saliva, he returned it to his nipple. He sighed and moaned. His dick straightened and he knew how hot this was. He kept his mind focused on the woman from the casino, thinking about how tight her dress was, how her tits would’ve felt in his hands, and how delicious her pussy would’ve tasted.

He stopped for a moment. Rico knew how valuable his cum was. Was it worth this moment of weakness to waste a load? He pushed the thought away.

Very slowly, he jerked his giant dick. No lube, no spit, just skin on skin. His cock kept growing, and growing and growing, until it was at full mast. That chick in his mind was so fucking fine. He imagined resting his cock at the top of her wet ass crack, waiting to get inside. His dick was fully swollen by now, and while he knew he could fuck for hours without cumming, tonight would be different. Tonight it was just himself, his body, and his thoughts. He wouldn’t last long.

His hand moved rhythmically while he played with his sensitive, wet nipple.

That sexy woman from the casino. Her fat ass.

He kept stroking, and he could feel that deep pressure, the exquisite pressure all men know.

Just as he was about to cum, she disappeared. He remembered walking down the street two days ago past a hot guy with a fat ass. The dude was wearing basketball shorts, but they were a size too small, which emphasised his ass crack. Rico remembered glancing back at that ass, just for a split second, and he came. He shot everywhere – all over his stomach, his chest, and a few droplets hit his lower lip. He’d been told by many female partners how delicious his cum was, but he didn’t want to ever taste it himself – that’s gay! He wiped it away immediately with his forearm.

He was furious with himself for thinking about a man’s ass when he came. Wait, I’m completely straight! Why the hell would I come from thinking about a dude’s ass? I’m only into pussy!

Rico slept deeply that night, though in some ways it was a troubled sleep.

*to be continued, if you want it*

 

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5 – Monday

Rico woke the next morning and he knew his psychological walls had been breached. From this point, he knew that if he tried to tell himself he was 100% straight, he was lying to himself. There were two Ricos at this point. There was Rico’s public persona, the porn legend, the man with the perfect dick, the man who filmed himself fucking fine pussy and uploaded the results online; and there was the man himself, the true Rico nobody else knew, the man who was wrestling with his sexuality in private, the man who’d cum in his own mouth and who’d fucked his own ass with his fingers even if only for a brief moment. Neither of those things made him gay, and he knew that; but by the same token, there were many more questions right now than answers.

He poured himself a thick, rich, black coffee and tried to collect his thoughts.

The day passed slowly. Fuck, it was hot outside. He logged on to his OF account and there was an unread from the bi subscriber he briefly talked to the other day. The subscriber had responded to Rico’s message from the other night, saying he completely understood Rico’s position and that he meant no offence. He said that if Rico was completely straight, then that’s cool, I’m sorry, he said. Respect. I won’t mention it again. But the subscriber had absolutely no idea just how much Rico’s sexuality had morphed and awakened in the space of a few short days.

Rico was internally unsettled, and in a moment of psychological and financial weakness, he asked the subscriber what type of content he wanted to see. As the words came to life on the subscriber’s screen, he knew this was the kind of chance that would never come around again. After a moment’s thought, he decided ‘well, Rico asked the question, so I might as well answer it’. He replied to say he’d love to see Rico doing solos, talking dirty, sucking his own dick, maybe a bit of assplay, and that he’d probably pay quite a lot of money to see it. He totally expected that to be the end of the conversation. He expected a total non-response – or if he got any response at all, he expected it to be negative, over-emotional, and possibly even threatening or violent.

Rico read the subscriber’s message, but he wasn’t psychologically ready enough to reply to it. Changing the subject, Rico asked the subscriber where he lived. He had no idea why he was starting an inane conversation with someone he didn’t know, and while the subscriber was elated to have unexpectedly found himself engaged in small-talk with one of his most lusted-after pornstars, he was not expecting such a tame question. He answered truthfully, and he was amazed to learn that of all the cities in the world, he and Rico lived in the same one.

Rico felt *so* conflicted. He knew in his head and in his heart that he was 100% straight, so why was he sitting here having a conversation with a bi dude whom he knew lusted after him? Because money, of course. The game of life is all about cash, and he saw a financial opportunity. But given the subscriber lived in the same city as him, given Rico was as bored as fuck and given he had nothing better to do, he suggested they meet up. Besides, he thought the subscriber might get a thrill out of meeting him, which in turn might give Rico a nice ego-boost.

The subscriber literally couldn’t believe this was happening. He was buzzing! They agreed to meet at a bar downtown that they both knew around 6 o’clock that afternoon. Rico would have no idea what the subscriber looked like, but he knew the subscriber wouldn’t have the same problem! There was nothing more to be said; Rico logged off and made himself a couple of sandwiches.

The sun was warm. Rico got changed, picked out one of his many sexy caps and drove to the bar. It wasn’t packed, but it wasn’t deserted either. He thought he recognised someone: a face of someone on the other side of the room sparked a deep memory, but he let it go. No, it must’ve been a mistake. He wasn’t really feeling himself at that moment, and he wasn’t really sure who he was looking for anyway. But the person he thought he recognised started walking over to him with a huge smile on his face. Rico assumed this was the subscriber he’d arranged to meet.

The subscriber came closer. No fucking way. Absolutely no fucking way.

It was the dude from the street the other day. The fat ass dude with the tight basketball shorts. The dude Rico glanced back at. The dude who made Rico spew his hot seed all over himself the other night.

On top of everything else spinning around in his head, Rico didn’t need this, and he definitely didn’t want this.

Half the atoms in his body wanted to turn around and walk out, pretending this never ever happened. The other half wanted to beat the shit out of the subscriber, right there in the middle of the room, damn the consequences. The combination of these two impulses meant he stayed standing right where he was, unable to move and unable to think, as the subscriber continued to bounce towards him.

The subscriber surprised both of them by being cool as. “Hey man, I’m Jay”, he said, extending his right hand for a shake.

“Umm, yeah, hey”, said Rico, glancing around the room, weighing up his options. He really didn’t want to be here right now. This was such a big mistake.

“So nice to meet you, dude. I’m a big fan of your work. Have been for a long time”, continued Jay.

The words came quickly out of Rico’s mouth: “Errrr, yeah, thanks. Hey maybe this was a bad idea”. He glanced nervously around the room again.

“Really? Umm OK, if you got something else to do, that’s cool”, Jay said.

But Rico knew he really didn’t have anything else to do that night other than going to the casino, or going home to get wasted on his own. He thought he could probably benefit from some company. Anyone’s company. He wasn’t all-in, but what were the alternatives? “Nah, hey, let’s get a table, man. Let’s talk.”

They got a tab, and a couple of beers arrived. They talked small-talk bullshit, they talked sports, they talked about the town they both lived in, and they talked about women. They talked about the porn industry, and Jay’s eyes and ears were wide open as he listened to tales about some of the pornstars he’d fapped off to for years. Rico completely forgot about Jay’s ass and how it made him cum so uncontrollably the other night. They were just talking; just enjoying some beers at a bar on a quiet, warm, Monday night.

The atmosphere changed when Jay found a gap in the conversation to say, “hey man, so like I said earlier, I really love your work.” He took a sip of his beer.

Rico wasn’t sure how to respond. Suddenly he felt self-conscious. “Hey, thanks.”

Jay upped the ante, ever so slightly. “So you know I’m bi, right?”

Rico smiled and laughed – “yeah I definitely got that impression online, it’s no big deal.” Big, nervous gulp of beer.

Jay pressed on. “Yeah, but …”

Rico wanted to shut this shit down immediately. It was one thing to be talking to a guy about sports and bitches, but he was uncomfortable with where this was heading. Especially given what’d happened these past few nights.

Jay kept going: “…so I don’t just love your work. I love your dick. Like, I *really* love it. You got the most perfect cock I’ve ever seen.”

Rico had heard this before, but never from a guy. Well, at least, he’d never heard it face-to-face. Jay couldn’t look Rico in the eyes, and in that moment, he expected the unexpected. Saying these words out loud was one of the bravest things he’d ever done, but they were out there now and he couldn’t take them back. He kind of expected Rico to smack him in the mouth and he braced for impact, but impact didn’t arrive.

“Thanks, man”, Rico said quietly. “That’s a nice thing to say. Appreciate it." Neither was sure what to say next, but Jay had definitely laid his cards on the table.

There was a short lull in the conversation. Jay asked Rico what he thought about the new Raiders quarterback, and immediately they were both back on safe territory. Two fresh beers arrived – it was a quiet Monday night and their server was chasing tips. Rico knew without a doubt that the server knew who he was, and he thought she was probably wondering why he was drinking one-on-one with another dude. Rico couldn’t give a shit, I mean hey, they were just talking football, and he was starting to enjoy the conversation. Besides, Jay clearly knew a lot about football.

They had a couple more beers each – well, maybe more than a couple – but they were still more or less in control of their senses, and the bar was closing. Rico already knew he had to leave his car where it was parked, he’d had too much to drink and he didn’t want to lose his licence. He shook Jay’s hand, he said he’ll get an uber home and would come back tomorrow to collect his wheels. Jay mentioned he only lived about two blocks away from the bar and said he had beers in the refrigerator. The night was warm, and he asked Rico if he wanted to come over for a few more cold ones.

Rico didn’t hesitate for long. He wasn’t tired, he didn’t have major plans for tomorrow, and he was enjoying talking about the ins and outs of football. It was a warm night, the beers were going down nicely, and he could definitely use another cold one. They walked northward.

Jay turned the key in his door. He opened the fridge and retrieved a couple of beers. They kept talking.

Jay was beside himself to have spent the night with this god of a man he’d lusted after since like fucking forever. He’d had a better time than he’d expected. To be honest, he expected the night to end very soon and very abruptly; never in a million years would he have thought he’d have ever even met this man let alone make friends with him, yet now here he was, with Rico sitting in his very own apartment.

Rico needed to take a piss. Jay showed him where the bathroom was, and then pretended to walk back to the living room. But instead, Jay stood quietly outside the bathroom door and listened as Rico’s warm piss thundered into the toilet bowl. It seemed to pour out forever. Jay stood outside the door and moaned in total sexual heat, knowing Rico’s huge cock was mere feet away from him. The torrent of piss eventually ceased, and Jay scurried back to the living room. Jay did his best to pretend he’d been sitting on the couch the whole time. Rico zipped up, washed up, came back to join Jay and his beer.

Jay wasn’t sure what to say. “Good piss, man?”

“Yeah, I needed that”, Rico replied.

If this wasn’t the moment, Jay knew there’d never be another one.

“So, how you feeling, dude? You ok?” Jay knew how fucking weak that was, and he hated the words as soon as he said them.

“Yeah man, I’ve actually had a pretty good night. I haven’t ever suggested meeting up with a fan in real life, but when I found out we live in the same city it seemed like an OK idea, maybe it was just a spur of the moment thing, but it was good. Maybe we should do this again, we could have a few beers while we watch a Raiders game”. Rico suddenly remembered that he was in the living room of the dude with the fat ass in the tight basketball shorts. He cleared his throat and was about to say “well, I should probably get going”, but Jay spoke first.

“Dude I’m just … umm … reminding you that I’m bi. I mean, I know you know it already, I’ve said it already, but I’m just making sure it’s out there. I love eating pussy, but I also love sucking dick. Surely you must know by now how thirsty I am for your dick. So, do you want one? I’m offering. You can close your eyes and pretend it’s a chick if you want to…”

Seconds passed. They both knew what Jay was talking about. A blowjob.

Rico learned the other night when he sucked his own cock that a wet mouth is a wet mouth. He stood up, lowered his pants, and his penis flopped out. He was drunk enough for this. He sat back down on the couch. “OK, man.” Rico pulled his t-shirt up a bit, and Jay could see the bottom half of a tattoo just above his cock.

Jay’s mouth watered, and his dick was starting to leak as it strained against his underpants. He got down on his knees and looked at Rico’s soft penis. Jay had shot so much cum over so many years watching Rico’s dick in action, and the thought of tasting his seed had sent him over the edge so many times before; yet now here he was, on his knees, about to touch it. And maybe about to taste it, too.

Is this a dream?

He touched the head of Rico’s uncut dick, just very lightly. He knew Rico could pull his pants up and leave at any moment. He was also still worried about some kind of unexpected violent reaction, because he knew how resistant Rico could be to any kind of suggestion that he was less than 100% straight. More seconds passed. Rico hadn’t said anything else, and he hadn’t moved position. Jay took this as permission. At this point, Jay was all-in.

He opened his mouth and ran his wet, thick tongue around the head of Rico’s penis. He tasted the faint echoes of Rico’s piss. He expected Rico to lose his shit at any minute, but at the same time, he was determined to give him the best blowjob he’d ever had. No mean challenge, given he could only guess how many women had sucked Rico’s dick before! While Jay had given quite a few BJs in his time, he was far from an expert. But what he lacked in skill he made up for in enthusiasm, and he decided to just do his best. Hey, he had a real-life porn god sitting on his couch with his dick out, this might never happen again.

Jay opened his mouth and swallowed as much of Rico’s cock as he could. Halfway down the shaft, he gagged and nearly puked. Fuck, this was a mighty sword! This was gonna test his skills. He got the shaft as wet as he could, there was spit everywhere, he sucked mightily on those heavy balls; his right hand gripped the shaft while his left hand and his tongue massaged the fat head. He could feel the dick growing in his mouth, and he heard Rico breathing deep. Jay was getting all the right signals, yet he still couldn’t quite believe that he was blowing this straight male porn god in his own fucking living room.

It didn’t take as long to make him cum as Jay thought it might. Within a matter of minutes, Rico started licking his fat lips and thrusting his hips. He started fucking Jay’s mouth, and Jay tried not to gag again. Rico closed his eyes – maybe he really was imagining Jay was a chick, but at this point, Jay didn’t care. Jay felt Rico’s hips withdraw from his face, a split second passed, and then all hell broke loose in his mouth. Rico groaned as he unloaded a huge volley of creamy semen onto Jay’s tongue.

Jay came in his pants as he swallowed hard. Rico’s cum was sweet and delicious. This was the hottest shit Jay had ever experienced.

Rico realised he’d just shot his fat load in a dude’s mouth, and Jay couldn’t even begin to process what had just happened.

Jay’s fat ass knew what it wanted, but this wasn’t the moment.

There was a moment of silence, and neither Jay nor Rico could believe what had just happened. They breathed. Neither wanted to be the first to speak, and they looked anywhere in the room other than each other. Eventually they locked eyes, Rico’s dark sexy eyes penetrated deeply … Jay drank in the sight of Rico’s delicious lips, his fat tongue …

*to be continued*

 

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2 – Friday

Rico woke late the next morning. Could’ve been the booze, could’ve been the unsettling feeling of cumming to the thought of a dude’s ass. Right now, it didn’t really matter. First things first, let’s get the day started. Coffee first. He flicked the switch on the machine, opened the curtains, and welcomed the sun in. He squinted a bit. His sunglasses were still next to his bed.

There wasn’t much on today’s agenda. Summer was approaching. He took his coffee and a tall glass of iced water out onto the balcony. He was only wearing his briefs, bulging at the seams. The sun’s rays glanced off his sexy glistening tattoos.

But there wasn’t time to fall asleep in the sun, there was OF business to attend to. After finishing his coffee, Rico went back inside to check his account. Of course, he was expecting virtual wheelbarrows of dollar bills piling up next to the front door, but this was not to be. At least not today.

Over recent weeks he’d uploaded some clips of himself fucking sleazy women he’d picked up from casinos. Long fake fingernails, botox lips, massive plastic tits. They looked like sex robots. Rico thought he was launching careers for them, but none of his subscribers knew anything about these chicks, nor did they really care either. All his subscribers ever wanted to see was Rico and his perfect cock shooting its delicious cum. But he wasn’t aware of this – he thought all the people subscribing to his OF were straight, and what a bonus they were getting – man, look at these hot new bitches I’m showing you!

Rico couldn’t work out why people weren’t buying these hot clips where he was fucking the shit out of these fine ass women. He read a message from a bisexual OF subscriber who said he understood Rico’s need to make money, but that the content he was providing wasn’t what he wanted to see. The subscriber wasn’t interested in these unknown casino chicks. He wanted to see Rico jerking himself off and talking dirty before shooting his thick cum on the camera lens. The subscriber also had this feeling that Rico was not exactly 100% straight, and maybe he could, perhaps, stretch the sexual boundaries a bit. Maybe he could even lick his own cum off the lens? Yeah, that’d be fucking hot.

Rico paused for a moment. No, he thought, I’m absolutely not going there. The day unfolded, nothing much happened.

Later that night, Rico logged back on and explained to the subscriber that he was 100% straight; he had no sexual interest in men. He suppressed the thought of last night when he came bucketloads to the thought of that hot dude walking down the street with his sweet fat ass, and how some of his cum landed on his lower lip. Rico wasn’t gay; hell, he wasn’t even bi. He’d responded to the subscriber saying he’s up for the occasional solo jerkoff clips and hoped people would buy them, but that was about it. His main game was fucking them fine bitches. He said that if people liked and respected him as a performer, they should support him and buy his work irrespective of what it was, and irrespective of whether it was what his audience wanted to see.

The subscriber was confused. Isn’t the customer always right? I know what I want to see, and it’s not what he’s posting. If I’m a paying customer, shouldn’t I be able to suggest it? Why do I feel guilty about asking? And why do I feel bad about not buying clips I don’t really want to watch? But then again, if Rico is really 100% straight, isn’t it a violation of his own sexual preferences to ask him to pretend to be something he truly isn’t, and to ask him to go outside his comfort zone?

The OF subscriber pulled up an earlier clip of Rico talking dirty and jerking off. When he was just about to cum, he flipped his legs up and drained his balls all over his face, imagining it was Rico’s sweet semen drenching him. He savoured the taste, and slept with millions of his unborn babies swimming laps in his mouth.

*to be continued*

 

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4 – Sunday

Things were a bit strange inside Rico’s head when he woke up the next morning, and it wasn’t just the edges of a hangover. He remembered last night, it slowly came back to him in fragments. He remembered getting wasted, going to bed, feeling horny. He remembered stroking his fat dick, and he remembered how rock hard it got. He remembered wanting a mouth on it, but there wasn’t one available. He remembered sucking his own dick for the first time ever, and he remembered making himself cum. He also remembered how much he hated the feeling of cum in his own mouth, and how hard he tried to get the taste of his cum out of his mouth after. What the hell were people telling him when he was in the industry – his cum tasted terrible!

For a split second, he wondered – does *all* cum taste that bad? Are people faking it? What might other people’s cum taste like?

The thought was dismissed. That’s gay. But then, hey, dollars and cents. Could he make money out of this?

Rico got up and welcomed the late spring sun. It was almost noon. He flicked on the coffee machine, thinking if there’s anything in the world guaranteed to get rid of any last remnants of cum in his mouth, it’s strong black coffee. He poured a cup and switched on the TV. There was no interesting news, and as he flipped around the dial, most of what he saw was unwatchable. What a waste of the public airwaves.

He logged on, and there was an email from his old buddy Wesley. They hadn’t seen each other for a while, busy with their own projects. Wesley had had a few health scares, but he was doing well enough. He was going to be in town next week, and he wanted to see if Rico would be down to meet up for a drink. Rico was thinking about Wesley only yesterday, and he was definitely dwelling on the past right now. He wasn’t sure if he missed Wesley, or if he missed the past. Either way, he was excited at the prospect of catching up with his buddy and getting wasted.

Rico felt really gooooood. He knew it was gonna be a quiet day, but he had something awesome to look forward to next week. He remembered how Wesley’s smooth penis used to carve MILF asses like a hot knife through butter, and he wondered whether the chicks they banged liked the taste of Wesley’s cum, and whether they could ever taste their own ass on his dick.

He logged on to his OF account. The bisexual subscriber hadn’t been in touch since Friday, but Rico was still wondering whether he could make some money out of clips aimed as his less-than-straight subscriber base. Gay for pay? No. At best, bi for pay. I’m still *all* about the pussy.

He thought about how chicks might have felt when Wesley pounded them in the ass. Clearly they loved Wesley’s dick pistoning their shitholes, and most of them came pretty hard while he was doing it. Just for a split second, Rico wondered what it might feel like … to have something in his ass … and he instantly stopped. No. Just fucking no. Nothing goes in there. That hole is an exit only.

Yeah, but on the other hand, the chicks they fucked really liked Wesley’s dick up their poopchutes. I could tell they loved how it felt while I fucked their faces. And they liked my thick cock in their asses too. I could see it written all over their slutty, cock-starved faces. They fucking loved getting anal.

What does anal sex feel like? I mean, sure, I’ve fucked heaps of women in the ass, but really, it’s just another hole that’s a little tighter than the pussy. I’ve got no idea what it feels like, because I’ve never had anything in my own ass.

He stopped himself. Wait. Hang the fuck on. It was only yesterday I came in my own mouth and I hated it – why’m I thinking about what it might feel like to cop a dick in my ass? Why am I wondering what it feels like to be on the receiving end of anal sex?

It was mid-afternoon and he was still slightly hungover. The sun was bright and he needed a distraction. He buried himself in all of the shitty household chores he’d been putting off. Even a pornstar has to do the housework once in a while! He vacuumed the floorboards, sneezing when he emptied the bag. He stacked the dishwasher and he cleaned the shower. Enough for one day; he’d worked up an appetite and decided to head out for something to eat.

After a lightning fast shower, it was sneakers on, bling around the neck, pimp wheels on the road. Huge meal on the table, potent beverage within arm’s reach.

As he walked back to his car, he realised the thought hadn’t gone away, and neither had his curiosity. It was like a door was slightly ajar, and it wouldn’t take much to smash it open. But if he smashed it open, it could never be nailed shut again, and he knew it.

Rico started the engine. He wanted to know what it felt like to have something in his ass, he yet was worried that it’d make him gay. He couldn’t swing by an adult shop to buy a vibrator on the way home, because he knew he’d be recognised, and the last thing he wanted was to deal with was stories circulating online or emails like ‘hey man, what’s up, you’re straight as fuck, why you buying a vibrating buttplug’ or whatever. He could order something online, but that was no good – he needed it NOW. He kept driving.

He made it home. He parked the pimpmobile out front and made his way inside. As he passed through the kitchen, he saw a half-full bottle of Hennessy on the counter. Knowing what he was about to do, he took a mighty slug. No glass, just straight out of the bottle.

Rico couldn’t wait. His eyes were wide. He desperately needed something in his ass. His gorgeous tatts glistened with perspiration and his delicious fat ass was ready to go. All he needed was a weapon.

He couldn’t find one. There were all kinds of things in the kitchen, but none of these was gonna get the job done. He thought about the handle of a hairbrush. Too wide. What about the handle of the toilet brush? Gross. He knew he didn’t want to get anything stuck up there, a trip to the ER with a foreign object rammed up his rectum would be a fucking disaster in every possible way. But he still needed something – anything! – up his ass immediately. A man with a big dick is a man with big fingers, and his fingers were just gonna have to do the job.

He spat on his index and middle finger, and he sucked them both into his mouth to make sure they were well-lubricated. He stuck them in his ass and moved them, very slowly, in and out. He didn’t love the feeling, but he didn’t hate it either. It didn’t take long for him to find something towards the front of his rectum. Was that his prostate gland? He’d heard about the prostate, but he’d never thought to try to find his own. He was really only semi-hard when he found it ….

…. he twitched …. he kept touching it …. massaging it ....

…. sweet jesus fuck ….

….

….

Rico was seeing stars. He felt like his entire body was convulsing. He’d never experienced anything like this in his life before, ever.

*to be continued*

 

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7 – Wednesday (part one)

After drying off, Rico walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but the towel Jay gave him. After thanking Jay for the shower, Rico dropped the towel, and don’t think for a second that Jay didn’t get another look at Rico’s dick, because of course he did – even when it was soft, it was beautiful! They swapped phone numbers. Rico got dressed, drove home and slept in his own bed. He had a couple of shots of tequila when he got home, just to round out the night.

Jay showered and went to bed. His ass felt exactly how it should feel – nicely stretched, like it had been massaged from the inside out by a thick, beautiful penis. He slept.

Rico’s phone rang early in the afternoon. It was his old buddy Wesley. They’d emailed each other last Sunday. “Hey, Rico, what’s up? I’ll be in town this afternoon. Wanna catch some drinks?”

“Yeah, I’m down. Haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Yeah, I know”, said Wesley, “had a few things on my plate there for a while. Hey, can’t talk long now, shit to do, but you free around 6?”

Rico was really looking forward to this. “Yeah, see you then.” Rico suggested a bar and he gave Wesley instructions on how to find it.

They met up, grabbed some beers, and started talking about good times in the industry. Way back when they were king-dicks in demand and they were both getting paid well for their work. Neither of them could quite understand how the industry changed direction to the point where Rico now only got the occasional gig, but Rico didn’t mind. He was getting used to making money from OF, and was starting to think he was psychologically better off being out of mainstream porn anyway. For Wesley’s part, he was very glad to be out of the game altogether. “Yeah, it was a ride”, said Wesley, “but rides have to end.”

“Word.” They clinked their bottles.

After a few more beers, Rico raised the issue that’d been in the back of his mind. “Hey, I gotta ask. We both know we got big dicks. Have you ever … like, been tempted … to suck yours?”

Wesley put his beer down. “What, you mean suck my own dick? Yeah, fuck yeah, I do it all the time. Perks of being a big dick pimp. Why?”

Rico didn’t expect this. “I did it the other night, but I don’t think I liked it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah”.

There was a pause in the conversation while Wesley arranged his thoughts.

“Wait. Let me get this straight. You’re telling me you sucked your own dick, but you didn’t like it?”

“Yeah. I’d never done it before. Only got a couple of inches in, though.”

Wesley nearly choked on his beer. He looked around. “Fuck, man, what the fuck? What's not to like about it? What’s fucking wrong with you? All your life, you’ve never put your own dick in your mouth when you know it’s easily big enough to reach? Fuck, man. I mean, why the hell not? What a wasted opportunity!”

Rico knew why the hell not. He was worried it’d make him gay. “Yeah, Wes, but isn’t sucking your own cock … kind of … errr, I don’t know … a bit gay?”

Wesley raised both eyebrows and gave Rico a stare. “Fuck, man, what crazy-ass shit-talk is that? No, it doesn’t fucking mean you’re gay. I’ll tell you what it means, fool. It means you like getting head, just like almost every fucking other man on the entire goddamn planet. And if you’re horny but nobody else is around to suck you off, why wouldn’t you just do it yourself? A mouth is a mouth, and head’s head, man, no matter where it comes from. Listen, the only guys in the world who haven’t stuck their dicks in their mouths are the ones whose dicks are too fucking small to reach. Any dude says he’s never tried to give himself head is a lyin' piece of shit.”

Rico couldn’t find any holes in Wesley’s logic: yep, I got a big dick, and yep, I like blowjobs.

Rico asked the next question. “So, when you make yourself cum, what do you do?”

“What do you mean, what do I do?”, Wesley responded. “With my cum? Do you mean, what do I do with my cum? Do I eat it?” He spoke slowly. “Yes, my man, of course I do. I’m not about to waste good protein. Bitches in porn used to drink me by the fucking gallon, and you know I ain’t lyin’ because you saw ‘em doin’ it. I taste pretty goddamn good too, if you don’t mind me sayin’.”

Rico stared at his buddy. He thought. His colleague from way back, his porndick-in-crime. Wesley sucks his own dick and swallows his cum, but Wesley’s as straight as a man can be. All those years working together, and Rico never knew. Meanwhile, Wesley just assumed everyone with a big dick sucked themselves off when they got horny, including Rico himself. Why the hell not?

Wesley took a hefty chug of beer. They were both running a bit low, and he called out to their server for a couple of refills. Wesley was enjoying himself immensely. It was so good to chill with Rico after all this time. Rico wasn’t so sure if he was enjoying himself quite as much. He felt like he was being schooled. Wesley was the teacher, the wise man. Rico was learning fast, but he suspected there was more knowledge to come.

Fresh beers arrived. Rico wasn’t sure yet if he should also mention that in the past few days he’d gotten head from a dude and then fucked him in the ass the following night. And he ESPECIALLY wasn’t sure if he should mention how much he enjoyed the guy’s company. He worried what Wesley might think of him if he did.

But alcohol, that mildest of truth serums, can be a great leveller. As casually as he could, Rico went there. “Oh, hey, by the way, the other thing I wanted to catch you up on was the other day I met up with one of my OF subscribers who lives in the hood. We went out for beers. He was a pretty chill dude. He ended up giving me a blowjob.”

Wesley looked at Rico like this was the most normal thing in the world. “How was his head game?”

This wasn’t the response Rico expected. He’d expected “fuck, you let a dude suck your dick, what the fuck?” Part of him had expected Wesley might get up and leave.

Rico was really thinking on his feet by now. The conversation was following a completely different path to what he expected. “I mean, yeah, it was pretty good, I guess. Not the best ever, but I rated it.” He paused and looked nervously at his straight ex-co-pornstar. “You ever … had a dude suck your dick?”

“Yeah, course I have. Not often, but sometimes. Used to have a guy who lived nearby who’d pay me to let him give me head in his car. He loved eating my goo. Fucking gobbled it up. He was a pretty good cocksucker, too. Swallowed me whole, he made me cum hard.”

All of Rico’s preconceptions were crumbling. He’d learned that his straight-as-fuck buddy on the other side of the table sucked his own dick on the regular and ate his own cum when he got himself off, and he’d let guys suck his dick. All those hot-ass bitches they’d spitroasted together on screen; not once would Rico have suspected any of this.

There was only one other question, and Rico asked it quickly. He wanted the words out before he could choke them back down.

“Man, unbelievable. So, you ever fucked a dude?”

Wesley was honest. “No. I ain’t never fucked a man. But I definitely thought about it. A hole is a goddamn motherfuckin’ hole, ain’t it? Why you asking anyhow?”

“Because you know that guy I mentioned who gave me head the other night?”

“Yeah, what about him?”

“I fucked him last night. I ate his asshole out and then I fucked him on his living room floor. I came way up in his ass. He was really tight, but it was so fucking good”, said Rico. He licked his juicy lips reliving the memory of eating Jay’s ass.

The air was thick. “Hey, you live nearby, right?”, asked Wesley.

“Yeah, not too far. Why?”

“Because I’m horny as fuck right now.” He reached down and grabbed his crotch. “Hmmmm yeah, feels good.” His heavy balls hung low.

Rico wasn’t about to ask questions, but he was definitely curious. Wesley said earlier he’d never had never had sex with a man, and neither had Rico until last night. But Wesley was horny. What did this mean? What was about to happen? Were they gonna fuck? Was Wesley gonna try and fuck him? He’d never been fucked, and he wasn’t sure if he ever wanted to be. He thought this might turn out to be a difficult situation. They settled the tab and went to Rico’s apartment.

*to be continued*

 

[flatiron]

8 - Thursday

Wesley and Rico tidied themselves up. Wesley was leaving the next morning and he needed to head back to his hotel to collect his stuff. Early flight. They got dressed, hugged, and promised to meet up again soon. Rico showered, brushed his teeth and retired for the night. This time, he brushed his teeth for the regular amount of time. He slept peacefully.

Rico’s phone rang around noon the next day while he was halfway through his first coffee of the day. It was Jay.

“Hey Rico, how’s things?”

Rico was glad to hear from him. “Yeah pretty good, Jay. Just drinking a coffee and about to go sit in the sun for a while. Life’s pretty good right now.”

Jay drank in the mental image of Rico lying on a sunlounge with his shirt off.

“Summer’s on the way, man, yeah. Pretty happy about that.” There was a nervous pause on the other end of the line. “Hey, you doing anything tonight, Rico? I was just seeing if you maybe wanted to catch up. Later, I mean. That is, if you’re not busy. I know you’re regularly busy. You probably got things to do.”

Rico hesitated. What a weirdly unspecific question that was.

Most things in Rico’s life, and almost all of his work, revolved around sex. He knew sex was awesome, and he loved using his big dick to make coin, but he also knew that it can be a barrier to many other rewarding things in life. He’d almost completely forgotten what intimacy with another person felt like. Jack-hammering botoxed-up bimbos in hotel rooms and uploading clips to OF to make money suddenly felt meaningless. Most of the time, these chicks got their paydirt and he never saw them again. Intimacy with another person can be a hard thing to achieve when you’re a pornstar. He wondered if he was living his best possible life. The time we spend on earth is short and finite.

Was Jay just seeing if Rico was busy, or was it something else? Was this … a date? It had been so long since he’d last been on a date. He cleared his throat.

“No, I shouldn’t be busy tonight … ummm, just got some paperwork to get through this afternoon, but then I should be in the clear. Hung out with an old buddy last night which was cool, but no, tonight’s pretty chill. I was just gonna order something in, maybe watch a movie. You can come over if you want.”

Jay couldn’t have expected a better answer. “Hey, that sounds good. I’m definitely up for a quiet night and a movie. But I don’t have your address, text it to me?”

“Sure”, said Rico. They hung up, and Rico’s address appeared on Jay’s phone half a minute later.

This man he’d lusted after for fucking years. This man he’d sucked off the other night. This man who’d fucked him two nights ago.

This man he thought he’d ever meet in real life.

This man had just invited him over tonight for dinner and a movie.

Anxious hours passed. Jay showered and changed, and caught an uber to Rico’s front door. He rang the bell. Rico answered the door like a gentleman, and Jay stepped inside.

After a fistpump, they both agreed they were hungry. They discovered they both liked spicy Chinese food. Pulling up an online menu, Jay ordered a vegetarian kung pao dish while Rico went for some Mongolian beef. They each ordered a serve of fried rice. Before too long, the food arrived. Rico produced an array of bowls, chopsticks and serving spoons from the kitchen, and they sat on the couch, chowing down in front of the TV, with takeout boxes strewn in front of them on the coffee table. Both meals were delicious, and they swapped and shared.

After they finished eating, Rico sprawled out on his sofa while Jay sat in a nearby armchair. Rico spread his legs wide, but there was nothing sexual about it – he just had a big dick, and he needed a little more room than most men.

Rico fired up Netflix, and they haggled over what to watch. They both settled on watching a cheesy-as-fuck action movie from the 90s. They’d both seen it before, and they both laughed at the unintentional jokes in all the right places. Rico pulled out some weed and they both got a little toasted.

Jay needed to take a piss, and like a gentleman, Rico showed him the way to the bathroom and paused the movie until he returned. When Jay came back, he ignored the armchair he’d been sitting on before. Instead, he sat next to Rico, but at the opposite end of the couch. Rico noticed. He pressed play, and the movie rolled on.

They both knew already how the movie ends. Even if they’d never seen it before, the plot was a shallow, easily predictable formula. Hero rescues the girl and saves the day. Happy ending, yay America.

As they were watching the hero on screen, Jay said “hey, so how big do you think his dick is?” The sexual tension in the room was so powerful it was almost painful.

Rico glanced over at Jay, but he didn’t respond verbally. Instead, he stretched out a bit. He tried to make it look like he was just rearranging himself on the couch, but really, he wanted to edge a little closer to Jay. The movie rolled on, and they kept watching. And over the next few minutes, Rico kept creeping closer, and closer, and even more closer towards Jay. Millimetres at a time.

The movie ended. The world was safe for another day, and the end credits rolled.

“Good movie, hey”, Rico said. Jay could smell his sweet breath.

“Yeah, pretty good.” Jay’s face turned towards Rico’s.

They weren’t physically touching each other in any way. Their eyes met, and they held each other’s gaze for a fraction of an inch of a split second too long.

Rico gave in. He gave in to everything. He gave in to himself. He leaned forward and their lips mashed against each other. Rico was nervous at first, he’d never kissed a man before, but within seconds his fat tongue was way way deep in Jay’s hungry mouth.

This was the hottest kiss either of them had ever experienced. Jay could’ve kept kissing Rico’s juicy lips forever, rubbing their tongues together, but there was something else he wanted to kiss. He sucked on Rico’s neck, licking his sexy tattoos. Rico moaned. Jay moved down towards Rico’s magnificent chest. Rico’s nipples were erect, and Jay lapped his wet tongue around the circumference of both of his mantits. He knew Rico’s cock would be hard as fuck by now. He just knew.

He was about to find out for sure. Continuing south, and after lathering his tongue all over Rico’s abs, he found Rico’s hard, enormous cock. Jay was hungry as fuck. He pulled Rico’s briefs down … his beautiful cock was erect …

Rico stopped him. “No, Jay. Wait.” Jay was confused. All he wanted to do was to get Rico’s beast in his face. He wasn’t sure why Rico had asked him to stop, but he definitely noticed Rico seemed a bit apprehensive.

Rico’s dick had been sucked hundreds of times. Thousands. But not once had he ever imagined how to suck someone else’s cock, Yet here he was, and he knew what he wanted to do.

Rico pulled Jay’s pants down and looked at his dick. It was rock hard, but fairly average in size. Completely unremarkable, really. If nothing else, Rico knew Jay had no chance of a career in porn! But this wasn’t about porn, or careers, or anything else; instead, it was about a kind of intimacy. Rico didn’t care about the size of Jay’s dick. All he wanted to do was to try to show Jay how special and beautiful his body was.

Rico opened his mouth and did something he’d never done in his life, something he never thought he’d ever do. He put another man’s penis inside his mouth.

Jay lost his mind. By no means was he an early cummer, but his dick was in the mouth of the alpha pornstar who for many years had been the object of his own private lust. It only took about 20 seconds of feeling Rico’s uneducated virgin tongue tentatively scraping across the head of his cock for him to say “fuck, take it out!”. Rico was glad of the warning, he wasn’t sure if he was ready for another man to cum in his mouth just yet. He gave his Jay’s dick a few more strokes and Jay climaxed. Rico kept stroking, Jay kept cumming, and moaning, and writhing.

Jay had made a total mess of Rico’s couch. Rico didn’t care.

Rico let go of Jay’s dick. They kissed deeply.

Jay was brave enough to make a wisecrack. “Man, your BJ technique is A-1, I never had better head in my life. Where’d you learn to suck dick that good?

Rico threw his head back and laughed. “Damn, that stings. Why you playing me, Jay?” He play-punched Jay’s arm.

They locked eyes. They beamed at one other and kissed again.

Neither of them knew what any of this would mean in terms of their future friendship, but hey, one step at a time. There was a Raiders game on the weekend and they’d already made plans to watch it on TV together.

They undressed and climbed into Rico’s king-size bed. It was another warm night, and the breeze coming in through the open window was blissful. Rico spooned Jay from behind. His heavy, flaccid penis drooped against Jay’s ass. Jay felt Rico’s solid, muscly, protective arms enveloping him. Rico dropped a few delicate butterfly kisses on the back of Jay’s neck.

Sirens were blazing everywhere in the background, but seriously, fuck that shit to hell.

Jay fell asleep dreaming about Rico’s fat tongue, his sexy lips, his sensitive nipples, his cum-heavy balls and his long, thick, perfect penis. He felt Rico’s arms around him.

The last thing Jay was aware of, just before he fell asleep, was the weight of Rico’s magnificent cock as it rested on his ass.

Rico knew he was gonna fuck the shit out of Jay when the sun came up.

*the end*

 

[flatiron]

6 – Tuesday (part 3)

Jay excused himself for a moment. He went into his room and pulled on his Lakers shorts. His cock felt thick. He wasn’t hard, but his dick knew sex was in the air and on the way. He returned to the living room and noticed Rico hadn’t moved. He wondered if this was the right thing to be doing. He and Rico had only known each other for a few short days, and Rico was wrestling with some pretty serious identity shit right now, yet here he was, in the middle of his living room, wearing his tight as fuck basketball shorts, putting on a private show.

Jay’s doubts and concerns evaporated when Rico leaned forward, licking his fat lips. Jay pulled the top of his shorts down the smallest of fractions, and Rico could see the very top of Jay’s asscrack for the first time.

“What do you think?”, Jay whispered, seductively flicking the top of the elastic waistband on his shorts. “Be honest. Is my ass nice? Do you like it?”

“I wanna eat your ass”, Rico breathed.

The power dynamic had been reversed. Jay was in control now. “Sorry, I couldn’t hear what you said?”

This time, just a little louder …… “I wanna eat your fucking hole.”

“You like these tight shorts?”

“Yes.”

“You wanna touch my ass?”

“Yes.”

“You wanna eat it?

“Yeah.”

“Well get the fuck over here then.” Jay got on all-fours in the middle of the room, wiggled his hips a little, and put his hand on a cheek. He looked backward towards Rico, and seductively raised his eyebrows. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

Jay knew how difficult it’d be to take Rico’s massive cock in his pussy, but if Rico wanted to fuck him, he was committed. Rico himself was way fucking beyond the point of no return. He was an animal. His cock was rock hard. He got off the couch, crawled forward, and put his nose at the top of Jay’s crack. He sniffed. The sweaty scent of man ass. He’d never smelt that smell before, but it was tattooed now on his brain forever. He grabbed Jay’s hips.

He knew this was an exotic meal to be savoured, not devoured, and Rico tried to take his time. He ran his wet porngod tongue across the top of Jay’s asscrack while gripping his meaty cheeks, but Rico couldn’t wait. He violently pulled Jay’s tight basketball shorts down, spread Jay’s cheeks apart and went to town on his anus. Rico’s thick tongue was everywhere. Jay’s mind was scrambled and his cock was dripping. He couldn’t stop himself from moaning.

Jay eventually pulled Rico’s face out of his butt. It wasn’t easy, because Rico could’ve sucked on Jay’s tight basketball asshole until breakfast. Jay wanted to kiss Rico. He wanted to taste his own ass on Rico’s fat lips, but he worried that kissing a man might be too far and too soon for Rico. But he knew Rico’s dick was probably hard enough by now to break glass, so instead of trying to kiss him, Jay reached down and gripped Rico’s long, thick penis through his pants.

“Hey, sexy pornstar. I see the way you look at my ass. You’re cute. You wanna fuck me?” He gave Rico’s cock a couple of seductive squeezes.

Rico pulled his pants right off. He spat hard on his own dick, then again on Jay’s hole. He guided his massive cock forward towards its target. Neither thought to get lube. Jay’s ass was already pretty wet from Rico’s spit.

Jay gasped as he felt Rico’s dick press against his anus. He really didn’t think it’d fit. It was just too big, this was easily the biggest dick Jay had ever tried to take. He had some pretty big dildos, but none of them were as big as this. He tried to relax.

They were both starting to sweat. Rico pushed harder, desperate to get his dick inside so he could start a rhythm, but Jay’s asshole was just too tight. The tip was in, maybe a couple of inches, but there was no way Rico was gonna get balls-deep.

Jay was next to speak through gritted teeth. “Fuck, man, you’re huge. I want you in me, but don’t think I’m gonna be able to take you.”

Rico wanted to keep trying, but he also didn’t want to tear Jay’s asshole. A hospital visit was definitely not on the menu. “Fuck. Get some lube. Quick.”

Jay got up to collect his bottle of lube from the bedroom. Coming back into the living room, he squirted a huge dollop of lube into his hand, pointed his ass in Rico’s direction, and slowly rubbed the slippery liquid into his asshole. Two of Jay’s lubed-up fingers disappeared into his anus. It felt amazing putting his fingers inside himself, and he was starting to loosen up. Jay looked back at Rico while he was lubricating his hot ass, and noticed Rico was stroking his cock. He gave the bottle to Rico, who poured lube up and down the length and breadth of his penis. They tried again. Rico took his shirt off and Jay gawked as he took in his first view of Rico’s naked torso. All Rico was wearing now was his cap and the bling around his neck.

Rico eventually managed to get about half of his giant dick in Jay’s ass. He really wanted to piston in and out, but he knew he’d destroy Jay’s delicate starfish if he tried. He went smooth and slow, gripping Jay’s hips. Jay felt like he was slowly being torn apart. He’d never been fucked like this before and it felt incredible. He felt like was taking a shit in reverse. Everything in his body was ablaze.

Rico pulled himself out, flipped Jay over and fucked him missionary. Jay moaned as Rico’s cock re-entered his gaping hole. He touched his dick for the first time since they started fucking. He came almost instantly, hot semen splashing all over his chest and stomach. Rico kept up his slow motion, and before too long, he felt his breath shallowing and his balls tightening. He knew he was gonna cum soon. He didn’t ask Jay where he wanted him to cum because he’d already decided.

Rico felt his cock twitch as it lay buried halfway up Jay’s manpussy. His fat cannon fired and Jay felt his stomach glow with warmth as his ass spasmed around Rico’s cock, milking out every last drop of thick nectar. Jay grabbed Rico’s juicy ass as he held him inside. Stay there forever, he thought.

Jay looked up at Rico’s massive glistening chest, his broad shoulders, his firm jaw and his dark, piercing eyes. Rico slowly pulled his cock out. Their breathing became less jagged, slowly returning to normal.

Rico spoke. He realised he’d just fucked the shit out of another man for the first time in his life, and he knew it felt goooooood. “Hey … so can I take a shower? Got a bit sweaty.” Jay had definitely noticed that!

“Sure, hang on a minute and I’ll get you a towel”, said Jay. He went into the bedroom and got a soft, fresh towel. “Use whatever you need in the bathroom. Take as long as you like.”

Within a couple of minutes, he heard the bathroom door close and the shower starting to run. Jay was so fucking tempted to squeeze open the bathroom door just an inch to watch Rico shower, but he also knew he’d seen more than enough of his beautiful frame for one night. He gave him privacy. Besides, he hoped he might see and feel more of Rico’s body in future, though he knew there’d probably be a few bumps along the way as Rico came to terms with himself all over again. Take it easy, Jay. Don’t crowd the man. There’s no rush and there’s no expectations.

*to be continued*

 

[flatiron]

3 – Saturday

Rico woke late the following morning. He was still processing the exchange he’d had last night with one of his subscribers. He felt conflicted. On one hand, he was a man with expensive tastes and a deep hunger for cash. He wanted to be as popular on OF as he possibly could, so he could make as much money out of it as he possibly could. Surely this couldn’t be too hard to achieve – I mean, he knew how popular some of his earlier porn clips were. But on the other hand, he had his principles. There were some things he’d do for money, but other things he wouldn’t. Debt was starting to pile up. He thought hard…

Later in the afternoon, he felt nostalgic for the days when he was a major performer in the porn industry. He logged on and pulled up a clip where he and his buddy Wesley were pounding a white MILF from both ends. On the screen, the MILF gagged on Rico’s big dick while Wesley’s long, thin piece destroyed her ass. She moaned and came hard, her asshole clenching down on Wesley’s cock. Yeah. Those were the days. Cash, cachet and cred, and endless hot ass on tap everywhere he went. His work was respected and he knew it. He kept watching the clip, and within a few minutes, the MILF’s face and tongue was coated in two loads of thick, sticky cum. He watched her swallow the two-man spermshake, cleaned both dicks off, and the scene ended.

Again, what happened? Why did the dream end?

He felt hungry and needed some fresh air. He got dressed up and drove into town for a meal at a steak place. Rico was a big boy, and he liked to eat! He ordered a rump with vegetables and salad on the side. He got a few stares as he ate; he sensed that a few people seemed to recognise him. His server definitely knew who he was – he could tell by the way she was being overly professional while taking his order yet avoiding his gaze. He definitely would’ve appreciated a conversation with someone. He wondered if he was intimidating or difficult to approach? He ate his meal quietly, ordered a long island iced tea, and watched the football game on the big screen, sipping his drink slowly while thinking about nothing in particular.

He drove home with a full stomach, feeling very satisfied. Later, he watched a movie on TV, it was one he’d seen many times before. He blazed up, and there was a bottle of vodka open next to him. The combination of the two meant he slowly, yet steadily, got himself good and slammed. He showered, washed his cock and ass carefully, dried himself off, moisturised his skin, and went to bed feeling fairly buzzed.

He thought about doing a solo jerkoff video for OF soon. It’d been a while since his previous one; the one that the subscriber watched last night. He started thinking about one of the fine women from the casino he’d fucked recently. She was hot, and she had serious dick-sucking skills, but he knew he’d absolutely destroyed her that night. He got semi-hard. He tickled one of his nipples which sent a jolt of electricity to his dick. Tickling turned into tweaking which turned into twisting. His nipple was very hard and erect by now, and his other nipple had started firming up without him even touching it.

He spat on his hand and sent it south to his cock. It only took a few smooth glides to bring himself to full erection. It felt so good his jaw dropped, and he knew this was an experience not to be rushed. Hell, he had nothing to do tomorrow morning anyway. The window was open and he felt the cool evening breeze on his heavy balls.

He teased himself mercilessly for a good half an hour, moaning all the time. He wished he had company in bed, and he imagined a warm, wet mouth on his cock. He badly, desperately, needed a mouth, but there was nobody else there with him. In that moment, his sexual desire got the better of him. He knew he had a big dick, but he’d never tried to suck it before. Maybe he should try, just once? He was pretty sure he could do it if he tried, and he REALLY needed a mouth wrapped around his cock right now. But would it be gay? I mean, I’m not gay…

He found it was surprisingly easy. He curved his back, stretched his jaw wide, and the top couple of inches of his penis snaked into his mouth. He was very familiar with the feeling of a mouth on his dick, but he never knew before tonight what it felt like to have a dick in his own mouth. Despite the feeling of his jaw being stretched to capacity, he didn’t dislike the feeling. But he wasn’t able to give himself a great blowjob – he found it was hard to keep his teeth off his dick, he couldn’t deep throat himself (he was a bit out of shape!), and he had to keep taking breaks. But hey, it was his first time doing this.

Eventually he got into a rhythm and felt his orgasm building up. Where was he going to cum? He knew how insanely hot it felt to cum inside a chick’s mouth, feeling a warm tongue circling the sensitive head of his dick as he came, but did he want to cum inside his own mouth? Did he want to do that … to himself? I mean, he’d never even tasted his own cum before except by accident; he’d never deliberately set out to taste it. It was a heavy moment for Rico – once you’ve tasted your own cum, it can never be untasted! But an image of the dude on the street with the sexy ass in the tight basketball shorts came into his mind, and at that point, it was game over. As he imagined himself pulling those shorts down to eat that fat juicy ass, his cock twitched and his mouth started filling with his own hot semen.

Rico gagged. He took his dick out of his mouth as it was still spurting and spasming. He didn’t care anymore where his cum landed, just as long as it wasn’t in his mouth or on his face. He caught his breath, cleaned up, went to the bathroom, and gargled and brushed his teeth for what seemed like forever. He stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. Looking down at his now-softening cock, he shook his head in disbelief. Why did I *do* that?

He lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling and feeling the breeze. Suddenly he wasn’t too sure of himself. He knew he loved the feeling of having his dick sucked – what man doesn’t? – and he’d love that sublime feeling until the end of time. But he couldn’t process why he decided to wanted that feeling so badly tonight that he sucked it himself. That was weird. He told himself that sucking your own dick doesn’t make you gay, it’s just a bonus for guys with big dicks. But one thing he knew for sure was he hated the feeling of cum in his mouth. He thought it tasted terrible, and despite gargling and brushing for an aeon, he swore he could still taste it. He never wanted to do that again. But on the other hand, he wondered if there’d be a market for this on OF. He wasn’t sure. Maybe there was. Maybe he could do it again, but only for the right price.

Rico didn’t sleep too well that night.

*to be continued*

 

[flatiron]

6 – Tuesday (part one)

They fell silent, nothing was said. Breathing. There were sirens in the distance, but the sirens never disappeared anyway.

Rico had just been blown by a dude for the first time in his life. It wasn’t the best blowjob he’d had – hell, he’d had hundreds, it’d be hard for him to pick out the very best ever! – but it was a good one, he couldn’t deny that. On top of everything else in the past few days, his immediate reality was just starting to dawn on him: a guy had just sucked his cock and made him cum.

Jay was in sexual heaven. The world’s most perfect cock was in his living room. He’d just sucked it off, and while he’d already swallowed his prize, he could still taste Rico in his mouth. He’d climaxed in his own pants without touching himself as soon as he felt Rico starting to fill his mouth and coat his tongue.

Jay was still on his knees, and Rico’s pants were still collected around his ankles. There was a pearl of cum slowly seeping out the top of Rico’s dick. Jay had absolutely no idea what might happen next. He wanted to lick up the last of Rico’s cum, but he was too terrified to move or speak. A part of him expected the worst.

Rico was first to say anything, and it wasn’t what Jay expected to hear. “Woooooooo fuck, man, that was an awesome blowjob. You really know how to suck dick.”

Jay swelled with happiness and pride. “Thanks. I’m really glad you liked it.”

Rico stood up, pulled up his pants, dusted himself off and said “so hey thanks for the beers, but I gotta get going. Tons of stuff to get through tomorrow, you know I’m a busy individual.” He pulled his phone out and summoned an uber. There was no suggestion at all that Rico was going to get Jay off, but then again, Rico didn’t know that he already had.

Jay stood up and wanted to shake Rico’s hand like a man, but he was worried there could be some stray cum on his face. He thought he’d swallowed it all, other than that final glistening pearl, but a man in this situation can never be totally certain. He casually wiped his face with the back of his sleeve, hoping he’d wipe away any remnants. They both shook hands, and Rico’s grip was masculine and firm. Jay hoped Rico didn’t notice the state of his pants; the warm patch of wetness was clearly visible, and it wouldn’t have taken a genius to work out what it was.

“Later”, Rico said, as his uber arrived to take him away into the darkness of the city. Jay stripped off, right in the middle of the living room, and touched himself. He came again within seconds.

In different parts of the same city, they both slept. Jay fell asleep immediately, but it took some time for Rico’s mind to stop whirring.

Jay woke late next morning. He put the kettle on and made a strong cup of tea, and a couple of wide slices of bread went into the toaster. He still couldn’t fucking believe the last few hours of his life. If he never heard from Rico again, last night would still be an unerasable memory. The day was warm. The toast popped up golden brown.

Rico woke around the same time. He felt calm. The cloud of confusion and self-loathing was slowly lifting. A guy sucked his dick last night, and it felt good. It didn’t feel weird at all, and he knew it didn’t make him gay. It was just a blowjob. He made himself a coffee, put his briefs on, found his shades and stepped outside. The sun felt amazing. His torso flexed, and he licked his fat lips.

Rico and Jay hadn’t swapped numbers. For the moment, the only way they could get in contact with each other was via OF. Rico logged on. He took a deep breath and typed: “Hey man. You suck a mean cock. I’m down for more of that. I know where you live.”

To be truthful, Jay wasn’t expecting to hear from Rico again ever, and if he did, these weren’t the words he’d expected. He expected Rico to reject everything that had happened yesterday, and he worried there could be a violent angle to his rejection. He certainly wasn’t expecting to hear a straight pornstar tell him he sucked good dick! He also wasn’t sure if ‘I know where you live’ was a veiled threat, or whether it meant Rico planned to roll by his place for drive-thru head. Jay played it cool, typing: “Thanks, man. I don’t really know what to say. It was awesome getting drunk with you last night. Had a great night. Hope you enjoyed your happy ending.” He added the eggplant emoji and the splash emoji, and he instantly regretted both as soon as he hit enter.

He held his breath. Minutes passed, but they felt like years. Eventually Jay’s screen sprang to life again. He read: “Are you busy this afternoon? I was gonna go pick up my car from last night.”

Jay had plans, but fuck ‘em all to hell. Everything else in the world could wait. He took a few short minutes to respond, can’t appear too keen: “yeah OK, I got a few things to get done today but how about I meet you in town at 5?”

Rico responded straight away: “Cool, I think you know where I parked, see you at 5.”

Jay’s brain was on fire.

Jay deliberately arrived ten minutes late. Rico was standing proudly next to his wheels, blinged to the max. Sexy cap on, high-dollar basketball shoes. There was nobody else around, and Jay wasn’t sure who Rico was trying to impress.

“Hey, Rico”, Jay said.

“Hey, man”. They shook hands.

“Didn’t expect to hear from you so soon. Or really, ever.”

“Huh? Why’s that?”

Jay shuffled his feet. “Well, because you’re famous. You’re a legendary fucking pornstar. I’m nobody.”

Rico laughed and smiled. “Hehe, well, maybe once upon a time I might’ve been famous. Not so much now. Still got this big dick, but just not sure what to do with it anymore.” He motioned towards his crotch.

Jay’s gaze shot downwards, just for a moment. He looked Rico square in the eyes and said “well, I got a few ideas you could try out.”

Rico looked around for a second. There was still nobody else around. He adjusted his cap. “You doing anything tonight, Jay?”

Jay realised Rico had called him by his name for the very first time. “Not anymore I’m not.”

*to be continued*

 

[flatiron]

6 – Tuesday (part 2)

They were both hungry. Rico turned the ignition and they drove to the nearest mcbullshit chainstore mctakeout. Burgers, fries, coke, eaten in the car; then to Jay’s house. Jay fumbled his keys a little, but he eventually got the front door open. Jay had just eaten a burger but he was still hungry, only this time he knew he wasn’t hungry for food. Rico was in Jay’s lounge room for the second time in 24 hours; surely this was an insane dream? But no – his full stomach was testament to the fact he’d just eaten a big meal, yet he was hoping for a thickshake dessert later. Jay wasn’t sure what to do next. Rico’s cologne smelled amazing. Jay probably looked to all the world like an ordinary masculine straight man, and that was the image he always tried to project to others, but in this immediate moment he felt like a bitch in heat.

They opened a beer each and sat down. Rico started badly. “Hey, man, so, I mean, I was wondering. You said you were bi. What does that mean, really? I don’t really know. I’m straight.” Rico remembered shooting one or two porn scenes in the past where he came on a chick’s ass and some other guy ate his cum off her ass, but he never stuck around to watch that bit. He wasn’t really interested. Were those guys bi? Were they gay? Why the hell did they want to eat his cum anyway? I guess they got paid for it, he thought … everyone has their price …

Jay spoke his truth. “Well, it means I’m attracted to women and to men.”

“So you like pussy, and you like dick?”

“If you want to put it that way, yeah.”

“So you’ve had girlfriends before?”

“Yeah, of course. I mean, I don’t think I’m the biggest catch around, but I’m not ugly, and I guess I do OK. I don’t have a girlfriend right now, though. I did, but we recently broke up.”

“Shit, dude, that’s too bad”, Rico sympathised.

“Nah, it wasn’t really working out anyway, and she had to move interstate. She had really nice tits though. Head game was on-point.”

“Ever had a boyfriend?”

“Nah”, replied Jay, “I don’t know if I could ever be in a relationship with a guy. Women are definitely easier to live with, I think”. He noticed they’d both nearly finished their beers. “Another one?”

Rico nodded and smiled. “Thanks. Don’t wanna drink all your beer, though.”

Jay went to the fridge and came back with two fresh bottles. “So, Rico”, he asked, “you have a girlfriend?”

Rico laughed. “Incompatible with the lifestyle.”

They kept drinking. The conversation flowed easily. Both of them were amazed at how much they were enjoying each other’s company.

They started talking about basketball. They both loved the game, and Rico said he was pretty good at it. Turned out that Jay played at school, but he wasn’t terribly athletic and was never good enough to go beyond that level. “Hey, maybe we should shoot some hoops some time”, Jay said. “Got a ball in my room.”

That was the trigger.

Rico remembered Jay’s basketball shorts from the other day when they walked past each other in the street. He remembered how tight Jay’s shorts were. He remembered how much they showed off Jay’s fat cheeks and his deep, hungry crack. He remembered how he’d glanced over his shoulder as Jay walked away. He remembered how hard he came the other night when an image of Jay’s butt assaulted his mind right on the brink of his orgasm.

Rico cleared his throat. He was a bit nervous. “So, you’ve been fucked before? In your ass, I mean? By dudes?”

Jay was confused. A minute ago, they were talking about basketball. How’d we get back onto talking about sex? “Yeah. A few times, I guess. I mean, I really like the feeling of a dick in my ass. Maybe it’s not for everyone, but I really like it. As long as it’s not too big, that is. Big dicks are nice to suck, but my asshole is pretty tight. Also, my last girlfriend used to peg me after I fucked her in the ass. Fair’s fair, right? I mean, you gotta take it yourself if you’re gonna dish it out, right?”

No, Rico thought. That’s not how porn works, and it’s not how my own sex life works either. I do the fucking, I don’t get fucked.

Jay wasn’t sure where this was coming from. “Why you asking anyway?”

Rico took a deep breath and everything spilled out. “What I’m ‘bout to tell you goes no further than these four walls. If I ever hear what I’m ‘bout to tell you right now from another living soul I will hunt you down with a fucking baseball bat, you hear? So the other night I sucked my own dick for the first time ever and I came in my mouth and the next night I fucked my ass with my fingers and I think I gave myself my first prostate orgasm and a few days earlier you and I walked past each other in the street this is before we met up you probably don’t remember us walking past each other in the street but I do and I remember what you were wearing I remember you were wearing basketball shorts and they made your ass look juicy and I swear to god that my dick has never even moved from looking at a man ever before in my life but I was jerking off a few nights ago thinking about this chick I banged and I remembered what your ass looked like in the street and it made me cum.”

Rico took a deep, deep, endlessly deep breath.

Jay’s eyes were bugging out of his skull.

Rico imagined he was in a swimming pool. It was a perfect summer day, the sky was a clear deep blue, and the water felt beautiful on his dark skin. He was holding a football beneath the surface of the water. It took some effort to keep the ball submerged, because it was buoyant and it wanted to bob up to the surface. He kept trying to keep the ball under the surface of the water, but eventually he ran out of energy and patience. He let the ball go, and the ball did exactly what it wanted to do – it rose to the surface.

The words were out there now. They weren’t inside him anymore. The football finally rose to the surface.

“I swear to god, man, I will never tell a soul. I guess I kind of know how you must be feeling right now. I mean, I’ve been there before myself. That shit ain’t easy.” Jay wasn’t really sure what else to say or do. The man in his living room was wrestling with his identity right in front of him. “I guess I’m just glad you let it out. I know how hard it can be keeping that kind of shit inside. But it doesn’t mean you’re bi or gay. I don’t think it means anything at all, really. You’re just enjoying your body.”

Rico smiled. He felt like a massive weight had been lifted. “Appreciate that.” They clinked bottles and pumped fists.

Jay was more than drunk enough to take this to the next level. “I think I remember the basketball shorts I was wearing a few days ago. Want me to put them on?”

Rico gulped.

“Fuck. Yes.”

*to be continued*

 

[flatiron]

7 – Wednesday (part 2)

Rico opened the front door to his pad and Wesley walked in. Wesley had been there before, of course, but that was a few years ago. He knew where the fridge was. There were only a small handful of beers in there, but he grabbed two and went to the couch.

Rico sat down and they opened their bottles.

“OK dude, what’s this about?” asked Rico. “You said you were horny, and now we’re here. No chicks here, dude. I don’t get it.”

Wesley’s answer was swift. “I really need to get myself off. I need to cum. Like, right fucking now. I could’ve made a lame excuse and gone back to my hotel, or I could’ve gone to the bathroom in the bar and painted the wall, but I’d rather have some company. Especially after what we was just talkin’ ‘bout. I’m gonna get started.”

Wesley was a man in a hurry and he didn’t wait for a response. He kicked his shoes off, slid his pants down and sat back down on the couch. In one single motion, Wesley’s ass was in the air and his long, smooth, dick was dangling in front of his face, getting harder and harder by the second.

He opened his mouth wide and took himself in. Rico was transfixed. He watched Wesley as he alternated between forcing his groin into his face and arching his neck up to facefuck himself. Rico kept watching. Wesley was hammering the shit out of his own mouth. Rico wondered what tricks Wesley’s tongue was playing on the head and shaft of his own dick.

Wesley stopped and took his cock out of his mouth. “Come on, man, what you doing? You just gonna watch me? This ain’t no peepshow. After what we talked about tonight, I thought you’d be into this too. So get your fuckin’ pants off and get your dick in yo’ mouth.”

Rico lowered his pants, sat on the floor, flipped his legs up, and gingerly started to swallow his own penis.

Two men with giant pornstar cocks were sucking themselves off in the same room, a few short feet away from each other. Neither man touched the other. They were both engrossed with their own dicks, yet they were joined in some unexplainable kind of mutual self-lust.

Wesley was the first to cum. Rico could tell because he’d heard the sounds Wesley made when he came so many times before. The noises Wesley made were slightly different this time around because his cock was buried in his own throat. Out the corner of his eye, Rico saw Wesley’s neck spasming as he gulped a thick batch of his own protein. He saw Wesley take his dick out of his mouth with a very satisfied sigh. Rico could see a fine coating of semen on Wesley’s tongue, but there wasn’t a single trace on his face.

Rico imagined what Wesley’s sperm might have tasted like, and that was more than enough to send him over the edge. He came in his mouth for the second time this week. The first time he gagged, but this time he was determined not to. His buddy Wesley just ate his own load right in front of him, why couldn’t he do the same?

He savoured his own flavour this time. He swallowed. He felt the gooey warmth slipping down. Fuuuuck. He tasted pretty good. A little salty, but not too much. His satisfied cock fell out of his mouth and he took a few deep breaths to recover.

“I can’t believe we just did that, Wes.”

Rico was lost inside his own thoughts, and of course, he was worried about what this all meant. Wesley wasn’t a mindreader, nor was he the sharpest intellect in the world, but he knew Rico was going through some shit right now. His soliloquy pierced Rico’s soul.

“Was it good? Did you like it? You shot a load, right? So it must’ve been good. Yeah, you know it was, don’t you fucking lie to me, man. So why the hell would you deny yourself something that feels just … so … fuckin’ … good?? Fuck labels, man. Fuck categories. Fuck ‘em. Men gonna do what men gotta do. Always have, always will. Me, I love getting balls-deep in wet pussy, but pussy ain’t everything. End of the day, I’m a man with a heavy-ass libido and a heavy-ass dick. Am I right?”

They bumped fists, and Wesley continued. “I mean, what does straight even mean anyway? I know I’m not gay because I love the pussy way too fucking much, especially when the pussy comes with a couple of fine, round, massive titties and a plump rump. But so what if I was gay, man? So what if I was? I’d still be me. So if I’m not gay, am I bi? Some people might think so. But you think I give a shit what anybody else thinks about me? Man, you fuckin’ KNOW I don’t, and you shouldn’t care either. If letting thirsty dudes suck on my crank makes me bi, I don’t care. But who the fuck cares anyway, man? Labels and categories are just words. A man’s got more important shit to worry about. Feelings matter more.”

He took a breath. “Gay, bi, straight, whatever, man. Truth is, I’m into my own dick. I love my own cock and I love how good it makes me feel. I don’t give a fuck what goddamn label that makes me or what labels other people want to put on me. Labels are not my motherfuckin’ problem, man, and they sure as fuck shouldn’t be your problem either. I live with my own conscience, and that’s all that’s ever gonna fucking matter to me. Fuck categories. People need to let other people live their own goddamn lives, ain’t nobody else’s business.” Wesley looked Rico square in the eyes. “You need to be Rico. You don't need to be anything else. Find what you need to be happy inside your own skin, dude. Live your life, my friend.”

Wesley fell silent for a second. “If everybody could just be whoever the fuck they really are, without having to pretend or to hide shit ... this motherfuckin’ bullshit world …”

Wesley trailed off, punching one of his fists into his other hand. He didn’t bother putting the final touches to his thought. It was too self-evident.

Rico needed so badly to hear this right now. A single tear rolled down his cheek. He agreed with every single word Wesley said, and he quietly wondered when he might hear from Jay next.

*to be continued*

 

[flatiron]

Epilogue

My name is Jay. I’m the dude in the story with the fat ass. (Well, at least I’d like to think I got a fat ass!)

*looks seductively at readership, spreads cheeks, wiggles ass, assumes the ‘cum fuck me’ position*

*get in me, boys*

Seriously this is the first story I’ve ever written, and I’ve loved writing it.

 

[flatiron]

(PS is anyone interested in this, or am I wasting my time?)

 

[flatiron]

There might be a sequel, but this felt like the logical end of this particular tale. I loved writing it and I'm glad it got a small audience!

 

[goldscorpguy]

Wow, it's night time now, I just read it from start to finish and I'm lying naked in bed, hard cock leaking precum. If I go to sleep with my thoughts concentrated on Rico and his pornstar body I wonder if he'd fuck the shit outta me? I don't even wanna wait til morning!
Great story my friend.

 

[hotguy88]

God damn I had just came before I read this and I'm rock hard again

 

[william1]

wow i am really loving this story !

 

[Billius]

I am so loving this. Keep it cumming!

 

[Chilldan]

Man I just creamed all over myself. Keep it up bro you’re doing a great job!

 

[Mouthfull]

There might be a sequel, but this felt like the logical end of this particular tale. I loved writing it and I'm glad it got a small audience!

Really great work— made me hard as fuck!
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