July 2007

“I’m telling you man, if I’m really turned on, I can shoot like three feet. Just hold my dick still, aim, and out it goes.”

Bob gave Reece a doubting look. “No way, man. No one can come that far. Not even if your dick were a foot long.”

Reece shrugged. “Fine. If you don’t believe me, I’ll show you.” He dropped his jeans around his ankles. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and his dick flopped against his thighs. He took it in his hand and began fondling it gently, not pumping it, just holding it and rubbing his hand back and forth over the head. Soon it began to grow, swelling in his hand into a long, fat tube.

Bob was gaping in astonishment as he watched Reece jerk off right in front of him. He had never seen another man’s hard-on in real life before, and it was turning him on immensely. Reece was concentrating on stroking his dick, so Bob pulled out his own cock, which was already half-hard, and began beating his meat as he watched Reece do the same.

Reece was really pumping at that point, his hand jerking up and down his thick, fat, cock. The head was long and so hard it was almost purple. Reece wrapped his fist around the head with every stroke before sliding it all the way down his shaft until the skin was taut and the swollen rod was bulging. “Watch,” Reece panted. He closed his eyes, pointed his dick up slightly, and began to come.

Bob watched in amazement as the cum flew from Reece’s cockhead. It pulsed rhythmically, releasing stream after stream of hot spunk. It arched in the air and landed, just as Reece had said it would, a good three feet away from him. When he was done, Reece continued pumping his softening dick gently, milking the last few drops of jism from the tip and letting them slide down the shaft, rubbing them in.

Finally Reece opened his eyes and glanced over at Bob, who was still stroking his own dick, transfixed. “Gonna give me a run for my money?” Reece asked, grinning.

“I don’t think I can,” Bob said. “That was amazing.”

Reece shrugged. “I’ll help you out.” Without missing a beat, he moved over to Bob and began jerking him off. Bob’s hand fell to his side as he enjoyed the feeling of another man’s hand on his cock. Reece used the same technique he had used on himself, pulling his fist all the way from the base until it covered Bob’s cockhead, stroking with long, firm movements. Bob’s cock was drooling pre-cum that Reece spread all over the shaft, slickening it up so he could move even faster.

“Shit,” Bob groaned. Reece moved out of the way, keeping his hand firmly on Bob’s pulsing dick as he began coming. Spunk flew out of Bob’s cock like a rocket, shining in the air and then puddling on the floor beside where Reece’s had landed. He felt like he would never stop coming as the jism spurted from his swollen dickhead.

“Well,” Reece said, pulling his hand off Bob’s cock and licking the cum from his fingers thoughtfully. “You didn’t make it quite as far as I did, but you didn’t do bad at all. Guess we’ll just have to keep practicing until you beat me. Nothing like a little friendly competition to inspire you.”

In the summer, the apartment complex pool was usually empty during the day. Brock usually headed over in the late morning to do some laps, and he was surprised to see another tenant there. He had never seen the man before, he was muscular and tan, with a smooth chest. He was wearing a bikini-brief style suit, and there was a prominent bulge at his crotch.

Brock dove in and swam laps until he was tired, and then when he looked up, the man was leaning against the edge of the pool, relaxing in the water. Brock could see the man’s swimsuit on the edge of the pool, and he glanced down, noticing that the man’s cock was rock-hard and as long as his hand.

“I’m Pete,” the man said. “You’ve got nice form.” Brock swallowed and managed to introduce himself. He could see Pete’s hand under the water, sliding back and forth along his hard dick, and the sight was making his own cock swell. Pete didn’t say anything else, he just kept jerking himself off, his large bicep flexing as his hand moved up and down his big shaft. Brock could see Pete’s large balls floating in the water. Finally Pete gave a loud grunt, and Brock could see his cockhead swell as he shot thick ropes of cum into the pool water. Without saying another word, Pete got out of the pool, picked up his stuff, and headed home, his softening cock bouncing against his thigh.

Brock had been so turned on by Pete’s display that he had run right home to beat off. He was impressed that Pete was confident enough to jerk off in public, and wondered if he would do it again.

The next day when Brock went to do his laps, Pete was there, lying on his stomach, his bare butt cheeks looking tan and firm. They said hello, and Brock did his laps. This time, when he surfaced, Pete was lying on his side on the deck chair, stroking his pecker and looking at Brock again. “You’re not going to show me yours?” Pete said teasingly.

Feeling nervous, Brock climbed out of the pool and walked over to Pete, dripping water on the other man’s tanned skin. Pete was still pumping his dick as he looked expectantly at the lump under Brock’s swim trunks. “You look like you’re enjoying the view,” he chuckled.

Pete reached out and tugged at the drawstring waist of Brock’s swim trunks. They fell to the ground, revealing Brock’s swollen cock. His pubic hair was wet from his swim, and drops of water fell from his shaft and balls to the ground. Pete shifted forward slightly and sucked Brock’s dick into his mouth. Brock groaned aloud, feeling a little weak in the knees as Pete licked and slurped at his schlong. Meanwhile, Pete was still beating his own meat, and a second after Brock exploded in his mouth, he came too.

The next day, Brock arrived early. He had enjoyed yesterday so much and had dreamed all night about sucking Pete off in return. Pete was already at the pool, and had predicted what Brock would want. He was sitting on the edge of the pool, his legs spread wide. Brock dove in and swam over to Brock. Standing in the water, he sucked on Pete’s dick as he pumped his own cock. Brock was so excited by the taste of Pete’s dick and the feeling of the spongy head pressing against his tongue that he came quickly, and it was a while longer until Pete groaned and thrust forward, pouring a wad of creamy cum into Brock’s waiting mouth.

They continued fooling around for the summer, and Brock was delighted with their poolside adventures. He wondered what pleasures the winter would bring.

Chester hadn’t meant for this to happen. He was on his knees in the plant office, deep-throating one of his co-worker’s cocks. And he liked it. Tony, the owner of the prick that was planted deep in Chester’s mouth, was grunting, his hairy, sweaty balls slapping against Chester’s stubbly chin. “Suck it,” Tony was hissing, and Chester felt his own cock swelling harder inside his pants. He’d never been this turned on with his wife, but then again, his wife didn’t have a big hard cock like Tony’s.

Opening his mouth wider, Chester allowed Tony to fuck his face, screwing his cock along Chester’s warm tongue. There was saliva and pre-cum running down Chester’s chin, and he took Tony’s pendulous balls in his hand, squeezing them lightly as he sucked on Tony’s hard cock. With a grunt, Tony pressed his hands against Chester’s head, holding him still as he came. Chester swallowed the hot load Tony’s cock poured on his tongue, tasting the salty cum as it ran down his throat.

Tony pulled away, panting, his limp cock leaking semen onto the floor. Chester stood, licking his lips, and Tony patted him on the back. “Thanks, man,” Tony said, and they headed back out onto the floor.

That night, Chester couldn’t sleep. He had never cheated on his wife before, but as he lay here next to her in the dark, he wasn’t thinking about fucking her admittedly gorgeous cunt, he was thinking about all the cocks he’d seen in his life, in the shower at the gym, in circle jerks, and he was getting hard again. He snuck out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, greasing up his cock with warm lotion and stroking it. He remembered the way Tony’s cock had felt in his mouth and his mouth watered at the memory. He watched his cock swelling, getting ready to come, and then as he did, he caught his spunk in his hand, drinking it down eagerly, licking his hand clean.

The next day, Tony caught up with Chester at lunch. “After work,” he said. “In the office.” Chester was rock-hard all afternoon, waiting to repeat yesterday’s experience. But when he got to the office, it wasn’t just Tony, but Tony and another guy from the line named Ben. Both men had their pants down around their ankles, and Chester saw with pleased surprise that Ben’s cock, while not as thick as Tony’s, was nice and long.

“On your knees,” Tony said, smiling. Chester grinned and dropped to his knees, licking his lips as Ben and Tony walked towards him, stroking their stiff cocks. Chester wrapped his hands around both shafts and alternated back and forth between them, licking first one swollen cockhead and then the other. Their pre-cum mixed on his tongue, forming a slick salty coating. He stopped licking and sucked Tony’s cock for a while, then moving over to Ben’s.

As he sucked one cock, he pumped the other, alternating back and forth, his tongue flicking rapidly over their cockheads as he sucked. Soon Ben grew impatient, fucking Chester’s fist as he sucked on Tony’s cock. “Stand closer together,” Chester said. He moved so both cocks were directly in front of his face, and wrapping his hands around them, he pressed the shafts together and opened his mouth wide.

With his lips stretched open, he sucked both of their cockheads into his mouth. So crammed full of dick, Chester couldn’t take much of their lengths, so he settled for slurping on the heads as he pumped the shafts. Ben and Tony were both groaning in pleasure, so Chester continued sucking vigorously on the heads, feeling them rub together. He wanted to taste their cum mixing together on his tongue.

As if they had read his mind, both men exploded. Their cockheads swelled and throbbed, pushing jets of semen into Chester’s waiting mouth. Chester was amazed by the amount of cum they were producing, it seemed to fill his mouth, running out of his lips. Ben and Tony pulled back and he swallowed their prodigious spunk, then leaning forward again to lick them clean.

On the way home that night, Chester felt another pang of guilt for being a cheater, but he shrugged it off. He was enjoying his cock-sucking career too much to give it up now.