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Finally A Fuckbuddy
by crs4dscrt (no address provided)
***
A young man is attracted to a guy's wife, only to
find that the guy is attracted to him. (MM, 1st-gay-
expr, mast, oral, anal)
***
Several of my buddies take an annual trip, just the
guys, leaving the wives at home and taking a week to
do all that stupid stuff that wives hate; drinking
beer, watching sports, swapping stories, and
generally being guys.
This year we decided to go skiing and found an
awesome cabin in the woods near Lake Tahoe. Even
better, the cabin was near a casino; drinking beer,
watching sports, and gambling, it just doesn't get
better than that.
Eight guys were able to convince their families to
let them go, so we boarded a plane in Phoenix on
Saturday morning, and were relaxing in front of the
fire, cold brew in hand by Saturday night. As a
group, we were all married, ranging in age from 34 to
46, and all with at least one kid. In fact, it was
mainly through the kids' school that we had all
become friends.
Several guys hit the casino Saturday night, but I
figured I had all week to blow my nest egg, so along
with a couple of others, I stayed in. Bruce broke out
some cards and poker chips and we had a friendly game
of low stakes Texas Hold'em. He had picked up a set
of XXX playing cards in the airport, and I had a hard
time concentrating on the game with all the hot
little porn sluts caught in various acts of
debauchery on each of the 52 cards.
That night, I had some wild sex dreams and woke up
with a raging boner. After lying in bed for several
minutes, masturbating slowly, I realized my morning
wood wasn't going anywhere without some further
attention. I snuck out to the dining room and grabbed
the pack of XXX playing cards off the table before
heading to the bathroom for a little private stroke
session. I dealt several cards on the bathroom
counter, yanked my shorts down around my ankles and
went to work giving my horny dick a thorough jerking.
As I neared the point of no return, the bathroom door
opened and Vince stepped in.
Too late to stop, with one last stroke, I shot a huge
wad across the bathroom counter, coating the mirror
in several spurts of thick, creamy jizz.
"Oh, shit, sorry man," Vince apologized as it slowly
registered in his foggy morning brain what his eyes
were seeing. "The door was unlocked, I..."
His voice drifted off as he quickly backed out of the
door, closing it behind him. I didn't say a thing,
caught completely off-guard, embarrassed worse than
the time my Mom had caught me jerking off in the
shower. At least then, I was only a kid and I was
just doing what teenage boys did. I couldn't fathom
what Vince must be thinking, but I hoped he would
keep his mouth shut. I didn't want to be the butt of
the guy's jokes all week long.
I didn't get a moment alone with Vince until later in
the morning as we shared a ride up the mountain on
the ski lift.
"Vince," I began, shakily. "I want to apologize for
earlier. That was totally out of line."
"No problem," Vince replied, a wry smile curling at
the corners of his mouth. "My fault man; with a house
full of guys, I should have knocked before barging
into the bathroom."
"I was totally embarrassed," I admitted, my face even
now turning a bright shade of red. "I hope you won't
say anything to the guys."
"My lips are sealed, buddy-boy," Vince replied. "I
know being away from the wife for a few days can make
a man miss the carnal pleasures."
"Yea," I answered, glad to see that Vince understood
my situation. "Nothing wrong with feeding the ducks,
I'm just sorry you had to witness that."
"Actually," Vince began, "I kinda envy you. I've
never been able to get off just using my hand."
"What do you mean?" I questioned, instantly
regretting opening this can of worms.
"I'm keeping your secret," Vince replied, "So what I
say here is with the strictest confidence, right?"
"Absolutely," I answered. "Buddy-buddy
confidentiality."
"Marsha is a dynamo in the sack. I mean the sex is
fantastic. She's adventurous and pretty damn talented
if you know what I mean."
It wasn't hard to imagine. Vince was an ex-college
linebacker, built like a Mack truck with all-American
good looks and a full head of wavy dark hair. At the
summer pool parties all the wives drooled over the
silhouette Vince cut in a pair of wet swim trucks.
Lucky for the guys, Marsha, Vince's wife, was a
complete babe. Tall and blonde, she had a body that
was toned from hours of aerobics and a rack straight
out of the pages of Playboy magazine. Thinking of
Vince and Marsha getting it on was like imagining Ken
and Barbie fucking. It was only natural that the all-
American couple was having all-world sex.
"Anyway," Vince continued, "Using my hand to get off
has just never appealed to me. Maybe it's the
Catholic upbringing; you know, hair will grow on your
palm or you will go blind. And with the great sex at
home, I've just never had the need to masturbate."
Knowing that Vince traveled a lot with his job, I
asked, "But what about when you are out of town.
Don't you get horny?"
"Fuck yea," Vince chuckled. "I don't know why I'm
telling you this. I guess it's the bond formed when a
guy catches his poker buddy jerking off in the
bathroom."
"Very funny," I said, now generally interested in
hearing his confession. "Your secret is safe with
me."
"Well," he stuttered, "I have needs just like any
guy. When I'm out of town, I mess around."
"On Marsha?" I exclaimed, genuinely surprised.
"Yea. But hold on, I don't actually have sex. I limit
my fooling around to oral sex. I know, I know that
sounds like total horseshit, but I have never fucked
anybody else since I married Marsha."
"So let me get this straight," I began as the lift
neared the top of the mountain. "When you're out of
town, you find local women willing to suck your dick?
Well no fucking wonder you don't like to masturbate."
"I never said women," Vince replied as we unloaded
the lift, meeting up with the other guys before I
could follow-up on the bomb he just dropped.
* * *
Later in the bar, Vince headed up to buy a round.
"Let me help you carry them," I offered as I followed
him to the bar.
As the bartender was pouring our drinks, I couldn't
resist, "What did you mean earlier by "I never said
women"?"
"I knew I should have kept my big mouth shut," Vince
began. "But since you asked, I prefer getting head
from women, but to be honest, when I'm out of town on
business, I don't have the time or the energy to
wine, dine, and seduce a woman. I'm not about to pay
a hooker. Instead, I post a personal ad on the
internet with a picture of my dick and a very
specific scenario of what I'm looking for and within
a few hours I have a host of willing cocksuckers from
which to choose."
"You mean guys respond to your ad, willing to suck
your dick?" I asked.
"Not just willing, they are usually begging to
swallow my load. Guys are the biggest fucking size
queens. I get e-mails from guys actually willing to
pay me to suck my dick," Vince replied, a boastful
smirk crossing his face. "And I gotta tell you, men
make fantastic cocksuckers. Marsha gives great head,
but nothing compared to some of the service I've
received from these anonymous dudes."
"So you hook-up with fags?" I asked, somewhat
appalled, but still fascinated.
"Actually, most of the guys are married, you know,
closet queers with regular lives, but with this thing
about sucking dick. You'd be surprised how many are
out there. My ads are very specific and I prescreen
all the replies, usually meeting guys in a local bar
or coffee shop before bringing them back to my hotel
room. I stay away from the real homos and twinks."
"And it always works?"
"Usually," Vince continued, "Although being out here
in the middle of nowhere this week, I haven't had any
luck yet."
"You posted an ad this week?" I gasped.
"Yea, I figured I'd give it a shot."
"What internet site do you use?" I asked, trying to
understand why I was so enthralled with Vince's seedy
sex life.
"Mostly craigslist, but there are other ones as
well," Vince replied, as he paid the bartender. "I
know it sounds strange, but somehow, when it's a dude
swallowing my dick, I don't feel as if I'm cheating
on Marsha. I never reciprocate and I keep everything
totally anonymous. I don't even think of the guy as a
guy, just a willing mouth to work a big load from my
horny cock. It's no different than you using your
hand to relieve yourself."
"Right," I answered, not believing Vince was right at
all, but intrigued and somewhat turned on by his
confidential admission.
* * *
Trying to fall asleep that night, I kept replaying
our conversation in my mind. Craigslist huh?; unable
to sleep, I broke out my laptop and logged on. The
cabin had a wireless network and I was surfing
craigslist in no time. I found the men-seeking-men
personals for the general area we were staying and
tracked down what must have been Vince's posting:
Hung white male looking for a sub cocksucker to
worship and swallow – In town the week of March 19 –
26. Looking to meet at a local coffee shop, before
returning to my rental and spending several hours
fucking your face into submission. If you are not an
expert deep-throater, you will be when I finish with
you. You should take instruction well and be willing
to submit to light bondage and humiliation. I will
not reciprocate and am not looking for chit chat or
drama.
Me: 6'2", 195, in-shape, aggressive, verbal, 9+"
uncut (see attached pic), disease free, safe and
sane. You: Regular guy, prefer married or bi, disease
free, expert cocksucker, submissive and discreet.
Holy shit, I thought to myself as I reread the
posting. The attached picture did not show Vince's
face, but the physique looked familiar. He must have
used some picture alteration software or something
because the dick attached to Vince's body looked
otherworldly. It was fucking huge, his big masculine
hand barely reaching around its girth as he squeezed
his root, the blood engorging his mushroom head and
the big veins throbbing angrily down the length of
his impressive rod. This guy was hung like a horse.
As I stared at Vince's picture, my cock began to stir
between my legs. Maybe Vince was right. Maybe men,
including me, were size queens. I had messed around
with guys back in college, usually to make a girl I
was seeing happy, but I had never been as sexually
charged by a naked man as I was looking at Vince's
big dick literally leaping off my laptop's screen.
Before I knew what I was doing, I clicked on the
anonymous e-mail link and began typing a response to
Vince's posting, even as I was slowly stroking the
raging boner now tenting my boxers:
Sub cocksucker here, 5'11", 175, married (must be
discreet), disease free, looking to give no recip
head. Staying in same area and willing to come to
you. Can meet tomorrow to drain your load.
Without another thought, I hit the send key and
watched as my innocence disappeared into cyberspace.
Immediately regretting my actions, I wondered if
Vince would even be checking his e-mail tonight. We
had all drank pretty heavily and I figured he must be
passed out by now.
To my surprise, a responding e-mail came almost
immediately. Vince was obviously hornier than I had
imagined:
Meet me at 9am at the French Roast on Main Street. If
all is a go, I'll bring you back to my place and fuck
your throat into submission.
Vince was a real piece of work. I could just imagine
this big dicked stud taking complete control and
fucking some stranger's throat with reckless abandon.
But I had to admit, I couldn't get the image of his
big appendage out of my mind. For whatever reason, I
pictured myself on my knees sucking his big cock and
swallowing his salty load. I quickly shot off a
reply:
I know the place. See you there. I'll be wearing a
baseball cap backwards.
I shut down my laptop and rolled over, trying to
decide whether I was just messing with Vince or if I
really intended to go through with the proposed
rendezvous.
* * *
As the guys geared up next morning to go skiing, I
noted that Vince had not come out of his room.
Knock, knock, "Vince, you coming with us?" I asked.
"Matt, you and the guys go ahead without me," he
replied, "I've got a conference call with work I've
got to take this morning. I'll catch up later."
My heart skipped a beat. Vince didn't have a
conference call, he had a booty call and the coffee
shop down the hill was his reception area.
Unsure of my next move, I walked down to the shuttle
stop with the guys at 8:30 to catch the bus to the
mountain. Just as the bus pulled up, I grabbed Bruce,
"It's starting to snow and I forgot my goggles. I'll
catch up with you guys on the mountain."
As the bus pulled away, I realized I was halfway to
doing this. I walked into the coffee shop, grabbed a
latte and a newspaper and found a secluded table in
the back, setting up my stake-out.
Fifteen minutes later, Vince walked in wearing jeans,
boots, and a sweater, obviously not dressed for
skiing, bought a coffee and sat down at the table
near the door, watching intently as each customer
entered.
Taking a deep breath, I stood up and made my way to
Vince's table. I pulled out a chair and sat down.
Turning to me, a look of utter shock on his face,
Vince croaked, "What the hell, I mean, what are you
doing here, Matt? I thought you went skiing."
Slowly, I reached up and spun my baseball cap
backwards on my head, "I'm here to meet you. I think
you called it a pre-screening?"
"You fucker," Vince exhaled, clearly pissed at what
he perceived was a practical joke.
"No, not a fucker, a cocksucker," I whispered, trying
to ensure the elderly couple at the next table didn't
overhear our conversation.
"What are you up to?" Vince demanded, a look of real
anger spreading across his chiseled face.
Jumping in with both feet, I replied, "Seriously man,
I'm here to answer your craigslist post. I'm ready to
have my face fucked into submission."
"Dude, this is not funny," Vince cackled. "I told you
that stuff in the strictest confidence. It's not some
joke."
"I know," I responded. "This is not a joke. I want
you to take me back to the cabin and use me like one
of your other faggot whores. I don't know why I want
this I just know that I want it. Your story yesterday
intrigued me and that picture you posted drove me
over the top. I can't stop thinking about sucking
your cock. You don't have many other options, are you
telling me you're not interested?"
"You're not fucking kidding are you, Matt?" Vince
replied.
"No, I'm completely serious. So do I pass your
screening test?"
"Have you ever done this before?" he asked.
"It's been awhile," I admitted. "I fooled around with
a couple of guys back in college."
"Well, let's see. You've caught me more than a little
off guard. You certainly pass the visual inspection
and seeing as how we are friends, if you tell me
you're disease free, I guess I trust you."
"What kind of questions would you ask a typical
mark?" I asked.
Trying to remain calm, Vince replied, "So, Marc, are
you willing to completely submit to my demands? Will
you take my instruction and do as I order?"
"Yes," I answered.
"Again, buddy, this is not a joke, I don't want to
have a sexual relationship with you. I mean, I want
to treat you like any of the other faggots I hook-up
with. I like it rough and I like to humiliate my
cocksuckers. It's just my M.O., it's what gets me
off. Can you handle that?"
"Yes," I answered again, conscious to keep the small
talk at a minimum, even as I tried to hide the
growing lump in my ski pants.
"OK. Do you mind if I bind your hands behind your
back during the action?"
"No," I replied, feeling my cock stir uncontrollably.
"Can I fuck your mouth for as long as it takes to get
me off?"
"Yes."
"Do you understand that I will not reciprocate? I
will not touch you, kiss you, lick you, etc."
"I understand."
"Will you swallow my jizz?" Vince continued.
"Yes," I croaked, barely above a whisper.
"OK, then follow me. From the time we step inside the
front door, I own you, do you understand? You will
follow my orders and pleasure me as I instruct. When
I am done, you may leave," Vince completed his
interrogation.
"I understand," I replied as I stood up to follow
Vince out of the coffee shop, grateful for my loose
fitting ski pants that concealed the raging boner
between my legs.
* * *
As Vince closed the front door of the cabin, he
turned to me and ordered, "Strip naked, now."
Eager to please my self-professed tormentor, I
stripped and gathered my clothes in my arms. I was
proud of my body as I spend several hours each week
at the gym. But after seeing the picture of Vince's
big cock, I was somewhat embarrassed of the rather
average boner now sprouting from my naked crotch.
"Just drop them here," Vince ordered.
"But what if the guys come home?" I responded.
"Shut the fuck up, bitch, and do as I say," Vince
commanded, giving me a wicked stare.
He was obviously serious, so I quickly dropped my
clothes in a heap.
"That's better boy. Now get down on your hands and
knees and crawl over here," Vince instructed.
"Yes sir," I replied as I followed his directions.
"Nuzzle your face up against my crotch, bitch," Vince
demanded.
Without hesitation, I rubbed my cheek against the
large bulge forming in Vince's Levis and immediately
knew that the dick in the picture on his personal ad
was not a fake. I mouthed the growing lump in Vince's
jeans and ran my tongue up and down the length of his
growing tool, making the denim wet with my saliva. I
had watched plenty of porn in my day and I tried to
visualize the hottest head scenes I could remember,
intent to perform like a cock-sucking star for Vince.
A wet spot began to spread on the denim as his cock
began to leak copious amounts of pre-cum. I sucked
the salty spooge from the wet denim, smacking my lips
as I got my first taste of Vince's seed.
"You like the taste of my pre-cum, don't you queer?"
Vince chuckled.
"Very much, sir," I replied.
"You want some of that big dick, don't you faggot?"
Vince growled.
"Yes sir," I obediently responded.
"Let me hear you beg for it."
"Please sir, I want to suck your cock," I heard
myself say, unsure where the words or the urges were
coming from.
"You want me to fuck your pussy little mouth don't
you cunt-face?" Vince snarled.
"Oh yes sir, I want your big cock stuffed down my
tight, eager throat," I moaned as I felt Vince's cock
swell to semi-hardness.
"You think you can handle all that cock, bitch?"
"Yes, sir, I'll try my best."
"Oh, you'll try alright, slut. You'll try not to
choke to death when I shove my cock balls deep down
your pie-hole. I'll train your throat to take cock
like a fucking whore."
Vince's nasty verbal abuse had my cock rock hard and
I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth so bad I
thought I might erupt just from the thought of it.
"Use your teeth bitch and unzip my fly," Vince
ordered. "Don't use your hands, do you understand?"
"Yes sir," I replied as I bit down on his zipper and
slowly worked the fly open.
"That's a good bitch," Vince purred. "Now work your
tongue down in my fly and taste my cock."
I did as instructed and ran my tongue over the fiery
flesh of Vince's pulsating prick. Wanting more, I
brought my hand up to Vince's crotch, intending to
pry his big bone free of the confines of his jeans.
Smack!!! I felt my cheek go numb as Vince slapped my
face hard. "I said no hands, dumb-shit. Can't you
follow a simple instruction?"
"I'm sorry," I managed, torn between the pain in my
cheek and the anger rising in me. I didn't have to
take this shit but at the same time, I wanted to
please Vince and show him what a good cocksucker I
could be.
"Don't let it happen again," he grunted. "Just use
your tongue and work my cock out."
After several minutes of hard work, I finally managed
to suck his cock through the fly of his jeans, his
now nearly hard tool finally popping free of the spit
and pre-cum soaked material. As his cock sprang into
the open, I swallowed hard; fuck this guy was hung
like a goddamn donkey. His dick bobbed wickedly and
slapped against my cheek several times as I stared
down the full length of his rigid rod.
"Good boy," Vince chuckled. "I knew you could do it.
Now don't just stare at it, get to fucking work."
Without further delay, I opened wide and Vince's
inched his cockhead between my open lips. The big
mushroom head completely filled my mouth and I had to
stretch my jaw to accommodate his impressive girth.
"Use your tongue and lube up my shaft as I work some
of this meat down your virgin throat," Vince ordered.
He wasn't wasting any time. As he began to feed me
several inches of his boner, I freaked out. Without
thinking, I reached up and put my hands on Vince's
hips, trying to prevent him from stuffing any more
cock down my challenged throat.
"That's it faggot," Vince yelled as he pulled his
nearly fully erect boner from my mouth and slapped my
face with his spit covered cock. "You don't listen
very well. My fucking dog follows instructions better
than you."
He reached down and unbuckled his leather belt,
yanking it off.
"Put your hands together behind your back," he
ordered as he looped the braided belt around my
wrists and fastened it tightly, effectively
immobilizing my hands. He held the end of the belt, a
leash by which he could further control and limit my
movements.
"You won't be using those hand any more faggot," he
barked. With a sharp tug on the belt, he ordered,
"Now use that tongue and suck my balls out of my
fly."
With additional work and instruction, I freed his
large, hanging nuts and took turns massaging each of
the hairy balls in my warm mouth as Vince's hard cock
lay heavily across my exposed head.
"You ready to try working that big cock back down
your throat, bitch?" Vince continued.
"Yes sir," I replied, unsure of how I was going to
get more than a couple of inches of his cock down my
throat.
"Open wide cocksucker and stick out your faggot
tongue," Vince ordered as he waggled his enormous
phallus hands free back and forth across my face,
slapping my tongue and thumping my cheeks repeatedly.
Letting out a hearty chuckle, Vince grabbed my head
in his masculine hands and taking dead aim, thrust
forward, impaling my face on his throbbing hard-on.
Several inches were rammed down my throat, and with
my hands effectively immobilized and my head locked
by Vince's vice-like grip, I could only sputter and
gag as the big mushroom head of his angry cock filled
my throat to its limits. As my eyes began to water
and my throat struggled to accommodate this monster,
Vince kept his dick stuffed down my windpipe for what
seemed like several minutes, although it must have
been no more than thirty seconds.
Just seconds before I thought I would blackout, Vince
withdrew his weapon from my tortured throat and I
coughed and gagged, fighting hard not to blow chunks
all over the entry hall floor. The cold entry hall
tiles were hell on my knees, but all I could think
about was getting Vince's dick stuffed back down my
throat.
Without additional warning, Vince thrust forward,
several inches of spit covered steel again sliding
past my tongue and down my stretched throat. "Watch
those teeth, faggot," Vince instructed as he again
held my head firmly, keeping my throat impaled on
several inches of his massive meat.
This time my gag reflex receded quickly and by
relaxing my throat, I was able to take another couple
of inches of Vince's cock as he maintained a constant
pressure against the back of my throat. After thirty
seconds, Vince withdrew, repeating this performance
several more times, each effort resulting in
bottoming out deeper and deeper down my throat.
After five minutes of this torture, I was amazed to
feel Vince's untrimmed pubes tickling my nose.
Somehow I had deep-throated his entire shaft. My jaw
ached and I was still struggling to breath, but my
throat had somehow defied logic and I had taken all
Vince had to give.
"Oh, yea bitch," Vince moaned, his cock still held
ball deep down my throat. "Now that you've learned
how to work a real cock down your pie-hole, its time
you learn how to suck cock."
Slowly, Vince began to fuck my now accommodating
throat with deep, steady strokes. "Use your tongue on
the underside of my shaft," Vince ordered. "And lick
my nuts each time I bottom out down your throat."
My knees ached and my bound hands were going numb
behind my back, but I was elated to be taking all
Vince had to dish out. As my face was being plowed, I
could feel my rock hard dick bouncing off my belly as
my body was being thrown around like a rag doll under
Vince's relentless pace.
"Yea bitch," Vince moaned as he held my head and
fucked my face without mercy. "You like getting your
pussy mouth fucked by that big dick, don't you?"
I could only moan my approval as Vince continued to
drill my throat ferociously. After several minutes of
sweaty face fucking, Vince pulled his sloppy cock
from my mouth and slapped my faced hard with his
meaty appendage. "Suck my nuts, cunt-face," he
ordered.
I obeyed instinctively and spent several minutes
rolling each big ball in my wet mouth, feeling
Vince's sperm bubbling in his hairy, sweaty sack.
"Edge it cocksucker," Vince ordered as he roughly
turned my head sideways and ran his harmonica back
and forth over my tongue. "Now open wide," he
instructed as he again mounted my face and fucked it
ruthlessly.
After several more minutes of deep-throating, Vince
pulled his cock from my ravaged mouth and with a
sharp yank on my belt/leash, pulled me to my feet.
"Into my bedroom, bitch," Vince ordered, "I'm gone
fuck that pussy throat of yours into complete
submission."
Dragging me behind him, Vince entered the bedroom and
roughly threw me down onto the bed. "On your back,
faggot," Vince ordered, "and lean your head back over
the edge of the bed."
As I did so, Vince stripped naked and stood over me,
straddling my head and slowly stroking his huge tool,
his nuts hanging mere inches from my exposed face.
Vince squatted down slightly and smothered my face in
his sweaty sack.
"Suck those balls bitch," Vince commanded as he
continued to jerk his tool. Vince leaned further
forward and ground his musky asshole against my nose
and mouth. "Rim my hole, cocksucker," Vince moaned as
I used my tongue to explore his anus.
"Oh yea, that feels fucking fantastic," Vince exhaled
as I buried my tongue as far up his pooper as I
could.
After several minutes of tongue-fucking his ass,
Vince stood back, "You keep that up faggot and I'm
gone lose my load. And I know you don't want me to
waste a load, do you bitch?"
"No sir," I croaked, my throat still sore and my
voice unsteady.
"Where do you want my jizz, cocksucker?" Vince
enquired wickedly.
"Down my throat, sir," I replied, genuinely eager to
taste the big, salty reward I had been working hard
to earn.
"I knew it," he chuckled. "Lean that head back and
open up that throat, cause I'm gonna fuck your mouth
like a pussy and blow this spooge straight down your
gullet."
With my hands still tied behind my back, I was
helpless. Vince put his hands under my neck and
tilted my head back as far as it would go, opening a
straight pathway down my throat. He positioned his
cockhead against my tongue, and I eagerly lapped up
the pre-cum still leaking from his piss slit.
With a grunt, Vince shoved his cock down my throat
till his balls were bouncing off my forehead. He
rapidly built to a ferocious pace as he screwed my
face with deep, powerful strokes, my tongue working
overtime to keep his piston lubed as he pummeled by
aching throat. After several minutes of deep dicking,
I felt his penis swell noticeably and knew he was
near eruption.
With one last deep thrust, Vince held his cock
stuffed down my pie-hole and with an earth shattering
grunt, he exploded, jets of hot spunk shooting
straight down my throat. As I began to gag and
sputter, Vince pulled his slick rod from my mouth and
continued to shoot his thick, sticky wad all over my
face and chest, the violent eruptions splattering
down my belly and glazing my still rock hard boner.
"Fuck yea, buddy," Vince exhaled as the current from
his hose slowed to a trickle. I eagerly lapped up the
last few drops of thick spunk, sucking the jizz from
Vince's semi-hard cock as it sagged against my cum
coated mug.
As Vince collapsed on the bed, he reached down and
unbuckled the belt binding my hands. "Good job,
cocksucker," he conceded. "You can go into the
bathroom and squeeze out your load if you want."
I had totally forgotten about my ignored member and
only now realized how much my throbbing boner needed
attention. I staggered to my feet, weak from the
thorough throat fucking I had endured and stumbled
into the bathroom to masturbate.
After five or six quick strokes, my cock exploded,
erupting long ropes of sticking jizz three or four
feet, all over the sink, counter, and mirror, as I
relived the unbelievable experience of being
dominated by Vince.
As I slumped against the counter, I looked up to see
Vince watching me from the door, slowly squeezing his
now limp dick. "Well buddy, you did pretty fucking
good for a newbie. Sorry if I got a little carried
away, but I told you I like to be aggressive and
really dominate my cocksuckers. Marsha would cut off
my balls if I tried that shit with her."
"No problem, buddy," I replied, happy to have
received a good grade but bummed that the sexual
tension that had made me Vince's cock-sucking bitch
was no longer in the air. I had really enjoyed
submitting to Vince's demands and would have happily
reenacted the scene right now if Vince had ordered me
to my knees.
"I'm gonna jump in the shower and get ready to go
skiing," Vince smiled. "It's against my policy, but
you are invited to join me if you want."
Vince ducked into the shower and without hesitation I
followed him. Vince was staying in the master suite
and the shower was a big double stall with several
shower heads and a tiled bench.
As we soaped up, I turned to Vince, "Man, that was
fucking intense. How did that compare to your average
encounter?"
"Well, to be honest, I was probably a little more
aggressive with you than normal," Vince admitted.
"Originally I thought you were full of shit and would
wimp out. I pushed pretty hard but you didn't show
any signs of breaking. I gotta tell you, you're a
pretty fucking good cocksucker; and you clearly have
a dormant submissive side."
"Yea, I guess so," I responded, fully aware that
Vince had me pegged. "I think you are right. Some
guys are size queens and I think I would have done
anything to please you."
"Anything?" Vince asked as he soaped up his schlong.
"Yea, I think so," I answered, reaching down to soap
up my Johnson, surprised to find it was rock hard
again.
"Would you bend over and let me fuck you in the ass?"
Vince questioned, an evil mischief in his voice.
"Huh?" I replied, knowing damn well where Vince was
going with this as I watched him stroke his now semi-
erect cock.
"Well, I've always wanted to fuck Marsha in the ass,
but it's the one thing she absolutely refuses. I've
seen porn stars take dicks bigger than mine up their
poop chute, but Marsha is adamant. She says I could
injure her for life."
"I thought you only had guys suck your dick?" I
asked, curious to see how this would play out.
"Oh, for sure. With all the diseases and shit, no way
I'd risk my health to fuck some anonymous guy in the
butt. Guys have asked, no make that begged, me to
pack their fudge, but I always refuse."
"But you want to fuck my ass?"
"Um, yea. I know you're clean and healthy, and when
you were rimming my hole earlier, I had these totally
nasty thoughts of bending you over and stuffing my
pole up your shitter."
"So you've never done this before?" I quizzed Vince.
"No man, your cherry ass would be my first. And I can
see from the boner you're sporting there that you
kinda like the idea too."
I didn't need any more encouragement. I wanted to be
the first to enjoy the pleasure of getting my ass
reamed by Vince's fat fuck-stick. And he was right,
this conversation had my dick so fucking hard it
hurt.
I turned my back to Vince and bent over, resting my
hands on the tiled bench, "Make me your fuck-bitch,
stud."
Vince didn't need any further encouragement. He
grabbed the bar of soap and lathered up his now rock
hard prick before lathering up my crack and working a
lubed finger up my virgin hole.
"Damn your hole is fucking tight, dude," Vince
exhaled as he took turns working his fat digits into
my butt. The soap provided plenty of lube, and even
when he stuffed his pudgy thumb up my backdoor, I
didn't mind at all.
As he worked first two and then three fingers
together into my rump, I began to realize the
predicament I was getting myself into. Vince was
being patient and taking his time, trying to stretch
my anus slowly before he impaled me on his mighty
manhood. But I knew no amount of advanced preparation
was going to make my ass ready for his impending
invasion. Besides, I was so fucking horned up, I
wanted to feel him screwing my ass right now.
"Thanks man," I managed as he humped my hole with
three soapy fingers. "But don't worry about me. Take
my ass now, man. Fuck my little man-pussy like you
fucked my face before."
"That's what I wanted to hear, cunt-face," Vince
snarled, immediately falling back into character as
the aggressive, dominant top.
My grip on the tiled bench turned white knuckle as I
looked back between my spread legs to see Vince
soaping up his massive boner. From this point of
view, his cock looked enormous and I was going to
have a front row seat to see him shove that beast up
my poorly prepared pooper. With one hand, he grabbed
my waist and used his other hand to steer his
cockhead to the entrance of my backdoor. He rubbed
his sudsy schlong up and down my wet crack, teasing
my hole as he applied light pressure against my
sphincter.
I tried repeatedly to lean my weight back against his
rod, driven insane with the desire to feel his prick
violate my hole. Each time, he expertly shifted his
weight and his cock simply rocked back and forth in
my soapy crack, his nuts slapping against my butt
cheeks.
"Beg for it bitch," he ordered.
"Please," I implored. "Stop teasing me and fuck my
virgin hole. I need to feel your hard cock stuffed up
my ass."
"That's better," Vince replied. And with a sudden
movement, he locked my waist in both hands and drove
his lubed piston home, nearly half of his enormous
cock buried up my butt in one swift thrust.
"Oh my fucking #@&*&^%$#(*&!" I yelled, the string of
explicative echoing off the walls of the big shower.
I couldn't imagine anything hurting as much as my ass
currently hurt; not childbirth, not breaking a bone,
hell, not even getting shot. My wind was knocked from
my gut as I struggled to pull forward and free my ass
from this sadistic bastard and his killer cock.
But Vince held my hips firmly and continued to drive
his weight against my ass, my head shoved up against
the wall of the shower, my body no further escape
route from his invading horde. In fact as I
struggled, I could only push back off the shower wall
which resulted in additional inches of Vince's dick
being shoved further down my tortured hole.
"You're gonna fucking split me in two, Vince," I
struggled, barely able to vocalize words around the
sheer pain I was fighting. A searing white heat
enflamed my rectum as Vince maintained a steady
pressure on my puckered hole.
"That's the plan, slut," Vince laughed as he
continued to force his soap-covered cock deeper into
my butt. "You really need to loosen up buddy cause I
sure like having your ass-meat wrapped around my
prick. I think I'm gonna take to this butt-fucking
real nice. I might fuck this prime piece of ass all
goddamn day."
"You're one sick bastard," I exhaled, as I felt
Vince's hairy nuts brush against my ass. Looking back
between my legs, I saw all but the last couple of
inches of Vince's rod buried in my stretched hole. My
head was spinning and I saw stars swimming before my
eyes; I thought I was going to pass out.
"Shut the fuck up and take it like a man, pussy,"
Vince barked. "And quit all that squirming. I'll
train that ass to love my cock."
Very slowly, the pain in my ass began to subside,
replaced first by a dull throb and then a feeling of
complete fullness. Vince held firm and began to grind
his cock into my stuffed shitter. Although I received
no physical pleasure from the constant grinding, I
was amazed to see my cock was still rock hard and
leaking pre-cum.
I reached back between my legs and massaged Vince's
balls, wrapping my hand around the base of his tool
trying to extricate a few inches from my tortured
butt.
Mistaking my attempt to free my ass from his
prolonged penetration, Vince smiled, "That's it
buddy. I knew you'd come around. So you want me to
start fucking that butt do you?"
Before I could answer, he slowly withdrew several
inches of butt meat and began a slow, steady assault
on my hole. As he initiated a steady fucking rhythm,
the friction on my sphincter grew more and more
pleasurable. I quit trying to resist Vince's forward
thrusts and began to buck back against his torso,
trying to match his movements and maximize his
penetration. His cockhead found a magic spot deep
inside my tortured rectum and as he continued to
pound my ass, I began to moan.
"Oh, yea bitch, you like that don't you?" Vince
questioned.
"Fuck yea," I groaned, finally beginning to enjoy
every inch of his big cock as it drilled my man cunt.
"Fuck my ass, buddy like you fuck your wife's pussy.
Feed me that magnificent cock."
"That's so fucking hot bitch," Vince moaned. "My cock
is stretching your hole so wide. You're not gonna be
able to walk right for a week."
"I don't fucking care," I exhaled. "Pound my hole
into submission, man. I can't get enough of your
cock."
For several minutes, Vince pounded my ass with long,
steady strokes. Periodically, Vince would pull his
dick from my hole and apply a new coating of soap
suds before driving his rod back down my wide-open
anus.
"Fuck, dude, your ass feels better than my wife's
pussy," Vince said as he continued to train my virgin
butt. "Time for you to do some work."
He withdrew his tool and spun me around. As he sat on
the bench, he lowered me down onto his towering tool.
"Bounce up and down on it bitch," he commanded.
I didn't need any additional instruction as I lowered
my ass down on his cock till his balls were grinding
against mine. Sitting on Vince's lap, I had close to
a foot of dick shoved up my rear.
"Fuck dude, you've got every inch of my cock buried
in your ass," Vince moaned. "Now fuck it."
I began doing squats on Vince's lap, loving the
feeling of his cock working in and out of me. He
reached around and tweaked my nipples hard, sending
additional spasms of pleasure shooting through my
body. I bounced up and down on his pogo for several
minutes, my own dick slapping against my belly as I
fucked him like cheap whore.
I resisted the urge to reach down and stroke my cock,
sure that one quick jerk would send my dick over the
edge into spasms of ejaculation. I could feel every
pulsating vein of Vince's angry cock as he trained my
ass to take his full length, the warm water from the
shower continuing to cascade over our naked, sweaty
bodies.
As the water turned colder, the hot water spent,
Vince slapped my ass hard and pushed me off his tool.
He reached over and turned off the water before
ordering me out of the shower, "Get up on the counter
top, bitch. Yea right there, sitting in your own pool
of jizz."
I sat naked on the cold tile where only recently I
had jerked out a huge load, waiting for Vince's next
command. Still dripping wet, he stepped up, roughly
grabbed my ankles and through them over his
shoulders, my ass dangling over the counter edge, his
cock poised at my tattered hole.
"I'm gonna fill your ass with my spooge," Vince
announced as he entered me violently and resumed his
furious fucking of my abused ass. With my legs up on
his wide shoulders and my head back against the
mirrored wall, I was a helpless fuck puppet to
Vince's powerful assault.
In this position he pounded my ass for several more
minutes before grabbing my waist and shoving every
inch of his manhood up my hole. With a load grunt,
Vince tensed and erupted deep in my ass, his cock
filling my hole with warm spunk. As I felt his cum
filling my butt, my cock twitched violently and I
shot a huge wad all over my belly and chest, my hand
never touching my boner.
Vince chuckled, "Guess I found your g-spot buddy."
"Fuck yea," I exhaled, "I've never experienced a more
intense orgasm. Marsha doesn't know what she's
missing."
We cleaned up and dressed, heading up to the mountain
to meet the guys for an afternoon of skiing. We met
the guys in the lodge for lunch.
"Hey Marc," one of the guys yelled as I walked into
the cafeteria, "You're limping like you took a nasty
fall."
Shooting a knowing look at Vince I replied, "It was
nasty alright; a real fucking ass breaker."
Vince snickered, knowing that his dick was the reason
my ass was out of whack and I was walking on
eggshells.
I followed Vince around like a love struck puppy the
rest of the week. Every opportunity we had, Vince
used and abused my body to satisfy his sexual urges.
I sucked him off in the men's room and on the
gondola. He fucked my ass in the trees beside a ski
run, in the hot tub, and at night in his bedroom. I
couldn't get enough of his cock and he loved reaming
my ass.
We are already planning next summer's golf trip. My
packing list includes two dozen golf balls, a bag of
tees, a new pair of spikes and a giant bottle of
lube. Having a regular fuckbuddy is going to be a
real blast.
END
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