August 2007

As usual, the 24-hour gym was nearly empty by the time Chet got there. He rarely left work before 9 or 10 at night, and his workout was usually pleasantly quiet.

“Chet, how you been?” Hammer, one of the other late-night regulars came up to Chet as he was gearing up with a few bicep curls. Hammer smacked a towel along Chet’s tight ass. “You’re looking good,” Hammer said, admiring Chet’s body. Chet had been working out harder lately, trying to make up for his lack of a sex life. Not that Hammer would have understood. Chet had seen him in the shower and he knew they didn’t call him Hammer for nothing.

The hammer in question was actually bulging against Hammer’s sweatpants. It lay like a line of steel along Hammer’s muscular thighs. As Chet watched, it twitched and stiffened slightly, poking the thin material out of shape. Chet swallowed, his own cock rubbing against the seam of his bike shorts as he moved.

“Come on,” Hammer said. “I’ll spot you on your presses.” Chet limbered up for a few more minutes and then lay back to do some bench presses. Hammer encouraged him as Chet pressed up, the bar straining his muscles. When Hammer finally took the bar from his hands, Chet was straining and sweaty. He sat up, straddling the bench.

Chet buried his face in a towel, wiping away the sweat that was pouring over his forehead. When he looked up, Hammer was sitting on the other end of the bench. His sweatpants were pulled down slightly, framing his enormous cock and a set of heavy balls. Chet started. “What are you doing, man?”

“I saw you looking,” Hammer said confidently. “I thought you might like a closer look.” He took Chet’s hand and placed it on his big tool. Chet’s sweaty hand slipped easily up and down Hammer’s pounding shaft. His mouth was watering. “Go on, suck it,” Hammer said. He stood and offered his prick to Chet.

Unable to support its own weight, Hammer dick didn’t stand straight up, but stuck straight out. Hammer eased his hips forward, rubbing his cockhead over Chet’s mouth. Chet glanced around, and then, seeing the gym empty, he opened his lips. Hammer put his strong hands on Chet’s shoulders and fed his prodigious prick into Chet’s waiting mouth.

Having Hammer’s big dick stuffed in his mouth made Chet dizzy. He tried to suck as much of it as he could, as Hammer forced endless inches into his mouth. “That’s it,” Hammer whispered. Drool ran down Chet’s mouth as he slurped Hammer’s prick. When he had taken as much of it as he could, Hammer began to stroke in and out of Chet’s mouth, his root spreading Chet’s lips wide.

The pre-cum seemed to be pouring out of Hammer’s prick, and Chet nearly choked trying to swallow it all as he fellated his friend’s fuck-stick. “I want to see you jerk your dick while you suck me,” Hammer said. Chet eagerly squeezed his dick out of his tight-fitting bike shorts. While it was not as big as Hammer’s, it was undeniably hard.

“That’s good,” Hammer said. He was looking down at Chet’s mouth wrapped around his prick as he jerked his own cock. Hammer wrapped his own fist around his shaft, trying to cover more of his enormous prick than Chet could encompass with his mouth.

Chet’s jaw ached, and his prick was raw from rubbing, but he kept going, waiting for Hammer to deposit his thick load on his waiting tongue. Hammer’s stamina was amazing. His thick stick just kept driving in and out of Chet’s mouth. Chet loved the sensation of his lips spread around Hammer’s driving dick.

With a heavy grunt, Hammer thrust forward one more time, his cockhead pushing against Chet’s tongue, and let his cum spurt into his throat. Hammer kept pumping lightly. As Chet swallowed Hammer’s enormous wad of cum, he spurted his own load, shooting hot semen onto the black vinyl bench.

After what seemed like a gallon of cum, Hammer pulled his cock out of Chet’s mouth. He patted him on the cheek and glanced down at Chet’s stiff cock and the cum dripping off the bench. “Not bad,” he said. “Not bad at all.” Hammer walked off towards the shower as Chet stood, the salty taste of Hammer’s prick still in his mouth, and went to finish his workout.

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“Did you take my last condom?” Malcolm demanded, bursting into Rory’s room. Malcolm and Rory were roommates, but they couldn’t stand each other. Rory was in the middle of getting dressed, and was wearing only his briefs. He turned around slowly, looking pissed at the very accusation.

“Never mind,” Malcolm scoffed, looking derisively at the bulge in Rory’s shorts. “My condoms would be too big for your little white dick.”

“Oh yeah?” Rory drawled. He dropped his shorts, revealing a soft, but slightly larger than average sized prick. “You carrying a baseball bat around in your shorts or something?”

Malcolm sneered at Rory’s limp dick and reached inside his pants, pulling out his prick, which was half-hard and already a good five inches long. “You’ve got nothing, little man.”

Rory moved his hand to his prick and began stroking it. It hardened under his touch, stretching out to its full seven-inch length, the head red and pulsing. He’d be damned if he would let his asshole roommate show him up on a thing like cock size. Malcolm jerked himself a few times and his prick got harder, reaching about the same length as Rory’s.

“Who you calling little?” Rory said. He pulled his hand back firmly around the base of his prick, stretching the skin tight as his prick bulged and throbbed, looking even longer with his fingers cupped around his balls. “And they say black guys have big cocks.”

“Mine is bigger than yours,” Malcolm insisted. He kicked off his pants and walked over to Rory, pointing their cocks at each other. He reached out, wrapping his wide hand around Rory’s dick and pulling him closer so they could compare. Rory groaned involuntarily at the touch of Malcolm’s hand on his cock. “Oh you like that?” Malcolm asked, arching an eyebrow. He gave Rory’s dick another quick jerk and Rory moaned again, his prickhead seeming to swell even more.

“Let’s see how you do with mine,” Malcolm said, guiding Rory’s hand to his dick. Rory used his fingertips to tentatively explore Malcolm’s cock, tracing the prominently defined ridge of Malcolm’s cockhead with his fingers, spreading the pre-cum around until the purple head glistened.

The men glared at each other as they stroked each other’s dicks. Their hands moved faster, thumbs brushing against each other’s cockheads as they bumped together. Rory’s dick was pointing more and more upward with each stroke. Neither one was willing to come first. Rory began using a slight twisting motion on Malcolm’s cock, teasing his cockhead with his fingers as he moved faster. He could see Malcolm’s resolve was weakening.

But Malcolm was smarter. He reached down with his free hand, fingering Rory’s balls lightly. Rory started and then groaned as his balls twitched, his cockhead bulged, and he began to come. Thick ropes of spunk poured out of his cock, landing on Malcolm’s dark shaft. Rory kept stroking, spreading his jism all over Malcolm’s prick, and soon Malcolm was coming too, painting Rory’s dick with his batter.

The men pulled apart. “I did take your last condom,” Rory said as he pulled his briefs back up over his softening prick. “But what does it matter? You haven’t gotten laid in weeks.

Malcolm gave Rory a disgusted look as he put his pants back on and headed for the door. “You’re the worst roommate ever,” he said. “I wouldn’t wish you on my worst enemy.”

“Blow me,” Rory said.

“You wish,” Malcolm said, slamming the door as he left. Rory considered it for a moment. Actually, it wasn’t a bad idea.

Todd stood at the top of the steps to the basement, listening to the noises coming from downstairs. He had rented out the bottom floor of the house to a big blonde guy named Lars, and from what Todd could judge from the cars outside every night, Lars hadn’t brought home the same woman twice.

“You like it when I suck your cock, don’t you?” Todd heard Lars say, and then there was the sound of an affirmative groan and slurping. Todd gasped. Did Lars have a guy down there? He crept down the stairs to get a view of what was going on, his cock creeping its way up his thigh as it got harder.

Stopping on the third step, Todd peered into the basement living area. He saw Lars on his knees, his bronze, muscular body gleaming in the dim light. There was a darker, hairy man standing in front of him, fucking Lars’ mouth with a fat, uncut cock. His hairy balls pressed against Lars’ chin each time he pressed his prick further into the roomer’s waiting mouth.

“Holy shit,” Todd whispered, taking another step down. In his excitement, he forgot that the second step invariably creaked. Lars and the man whose dick he was sucking turned and stared directly at Todd.

“I’m uh, sorry, I was just, uh,” Todd stammered. His heart was beating a mile a minute and his prick was pounding inside his pants, making an obvious bulge under his zipper.

“I know what you were doing,” Lars said, smiling. He stood and walked over to Todd, his enormous cock bouncing in the air with each step. “You want to suck a little cock tonight, don’t you?”

“No, I,” Todd started, but Lars took Todd’s hand and placed it on his thick bare cock, and Todd’s expression gave him away.

“That’s what I thought,” Lars said. He smiled at the other man, who was stroking his prick, still wet from Lars’ mouth. “Why don’t you come over here and help me work on my friend Tony?”

Tony sat down on the couch, and Lars and Todd knelt in front of him. Lars guided Todd’s head to Tony’s prick and showed him how to lick it. “Not bad,” Tony said, moving his hips up and pushing his dick further into Todd’s mouth.

“Squeeze his balls while you suck it,” Lars directed. Todd took Tony’s furry sac in his hand and squeezed lightly as Tony began to pump his cock faster and faster between Todd’s lip. Todd was dizzy, and his cock felt like it was about to explode. He glanced over at Lars as Tony’s prick drove in and out of his mouth, and saw his roomer watching him with a smile, rubbing his big dick with his fist.

“I’m coming!” Tony groaned, jerking Todd’s attention back to the dick in his mouth, and he felt it pulse, shooting a rope of cum into his mouth. Todd pulled back in surprise and Tony’s cock continued jerking against his stomach, spraying his hairy body with semen.

“You really should swallow,” Lars said, standing up. “Maybe you’ll do a better job with mine.” Todd turned to face Lars, licking Tony’s cum from his mouth, and Lars gave a mighty shove, forcing his prick deep into his landlord’s mouth.

“Suck it good,” Tony said, watching Lars as he fucked Todd’s mouth, stroking his softening cock. Todd could barely keep up with Lars’ active screwing, he just grabbed onto Lars’ tight buns and made his jaw loose so the other man’s prick would go easily in and out between his lips.

“Aw, yeah,” Lars grunted, pushing his dick deep into Todd’s mouth. He held Todd’s head still as he pumped his load into his mouth. Todd swallowed hard, the sticky cum trailing down his throat.

“Very good,” Tony said. “Your turn.” Lars and Tony stripped off Todd’s clothes, exposing his prick. It wasn’t as big as either of the other two men’s cocks, but it was throbbing stiffly, and the head was shiny and red.

The roomer and his friend went down on Todd, one of them licking his balls and his ass while the other deep-throated Todd’s straining prick. Todd felt Tony shove his tongue into Todd’s ass as Lars sucked hard on Todd’s prick, grabbing the base of his shaft firmly in his hand and jerking. Todd’s knees went weak and he came instantly, filling Lars’ mouth with the biggest wad he had ever shot.

The men relaxed on the couch for a while before having another round of cocksucking. Todd thought that he had made the best decision he could have by renting out the basement, and he was looking forward to see who Lars brought home tomorrow night.

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The summer after my first year in college, I was working at a sandwich shop. One of the guys I worked with, a big Italian guy named Anthony, was always bragging about all the chicks he had slept with, and how they loved his big Sicilian cock. It got pretty annoying, I mean, when I hadn’t had sex since vacation started and he was bragging about the hot woman he’d taken home last night, I was jealous and pretty irritated too.

So one night we were closing the shop and cleaning things up. Anthony was talking about how this woman he had been with had sucked his dick for an hour and how much she had loved his big prick. Finally I just turned around and said, “Alright, let’s see this big cock you keep talking about.”

Anthony grinned and dropped his pants. I knew he was a show-off and that he’d go for it. And I have to be honest, my jaw dropped when I saw the dick I had been hearing about all summer. It was about seven inches long already, and wasn’t even fully hard yet. He had a pair of heavy balls that dangled against his hairy thighs. As I stared at his prick, taking it all in, his cock got even harder until it was sticking straight out, the big purple head pointing at my face. I guessed it was about nine inches long.

“Bet you thought I was bullshitting you,” Anthony said. He wrapped his fist around his pecker and gave it a few quick strokes. His cockhead bulged and a drop of pre-cum moved out of the slit, making the head shiny. “You ever seen one this big?”

I took a step closer. My own five-inch prick was hard, but seemed paltry by comparison. Anthony’s fingers barely closed around his thick rod, and I couldn’t even imagine how any woman would fit it into her mouth. “Go on and suck it,” he said, resting his prick against his palm and jiggling it a little bit. I had to admit, my mouth was watering. I had never wanted to suck a cock before, but this one was looking pretty tempting.

“Go on,” Anthony said again, squeezing his balls, which were raising slightly as he wiggled his thumb against the head. I reached out and replaced his hand with mine, squeezing along the length of his prick, watching it throb back at me.

“Suck it,” he said quietly, grinning at me as my breathing got faster. I closed my eyes and bent over, taking his enormous schlong into my mouth. It felt strange, but good. It was slightly squishy, and hot and hard. I tried to remember the tricks that women had used when they sucked my dick, and used them on him, pausing to swirl my tongue around the head, rubbing his balls and shaft as I bobbed my head up and down.

Anthony flexed his hips back and forth, encouraging me to take more of his dick. My lips were stretched wide around his shaft, and his entire prick was dripping with my spit. My own cock was throbbing like a tom-tom drum, and I was pretty sure I was going to shoot my load in my pants without even touching myself.

“Take it,” Anthony grunted, thrusting his hips forward one more time and depositing his salty spunk on my tongue. I went ahead and swallowed, and as the thick cum slid down my throat, I felt my own cock throbbing as I spurted a warm load against my boxers. Anthony’s prick pulsed a few more times and he grabbed the shaft, squeezing out a few last drops of jism. When he pulled out, I straightened up and licked my lips.

“Nice cocksucking,” he said. He pulled his pants back up and we finished cleaning the place. By the time we left, my jism had soaked through my pants. He told me lots of stories the rest of that summer, and I never doubted him again.

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