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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*
 
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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*
 
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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*
 
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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.
 

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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.
 

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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!
You need to write more
 

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