His profile had been listed on the local gay computer bulletin board for a week now: 32, 5'11", 165lbs, black hair, eyes, 'stash' & beard. Eight prime inches of uncut meat. Not interested in bullshit - you can save that for the J.O. boys. I'm a damn good cocksucker because I LIKE dick, the Bigger the Better. Willing to demonstrate my talent on the right man with the right dick. The rest we can work on later. Call (718) 555- 5555, ask for Ted.
Nothing. Here he was a hot and horny man, tired of the bars and back rooms and ready for a dynamite fuck session and... no dynamite. The screen in front of him merely said: "No per- sonal messages waiting."
He looked down and noticed that his cock was jutting out from his under his shorts, rock hard and dripping precum onto the chair. It didn't take much to get that thing up and ready for action. He reached down and with his finger and gathered the juice that had collected in the loose foreskin around his dick. Even with his prick pumped up -- like now -- he had always had that extra skin that could cover his entire shaft and catch whatever came out of it. He sucked his own juice, letting his taste buds remind him of his run-in with that jogger a few days ago. Hot dick, hotter mouth. That time, Ted had been the one with the big dick and he'd been more than willing to feed it to the jogger's ass-tight throat.
But that had been nearly two weeks ago, and since then work (and boredom) had kept him from the cruising scene. He'd hoped that the computer would have provided a further outlet for his never-satisfied libido. So far, a big, fat...nothing. He logged off the BBS and shut down his PC.
After a quick shower, he got into bed. Ted thought of milking his dick and freeing the pent-up cum in his balls. He was horny enough -- Ted's dick FELT like he hadn't cum for a month. Still, that old axiom that good things cum to those who wait had proved itself true many times. Besides, he always dreamed of hot, hairy and horny studs whenever he went to sleep without shooting his load. And there was only one thing better than DREAMING about big dicks...
He dreamed of canoes on a lake, gliding over the surface with no effort. Long canoes with thick oars floating in a thick mist while the telephone rang...
Telephone?
He jerked up in bed, awake and reaching for the phone. The alarm clock read 2:27 a.m. "Jesus Christ," he muttered.
"Ted?" the voice on the phone asked. A man's voice, low and deep.
"Yeah? This is Ted."
"You said no bullshit. Interested in a challenge?"
"A what?" Ted answered, reaching for the light.
"My dick, man -- my dick." Ted stopped still. "I'm offer- ing you the challenge of working on this dick of mine, no bull- shit. Your profile said you like big cocks and I've got one, plain and simple. The only thing you've got to do is make it feel good -- REAL good. Don't care how you do it; whether you wrap your mouth or your ass around it....or both...it doesn't matter to me, just so long as you're able to handle it. Inter- ested?"
Ted said a silent prayer to whatever god of the computer there was. "You're god damn right, I'm interested," he said into the phone.
The dude laughed over the telephone. "Good....nice to know you mean what you say!" he said. Ted scrambled to get a pen and paper to write down the house number and location. He noticed that the address was only a short distance away and duly reported the fact over the phone. "Looks like you'll get this dick sooner than you thought, then," the voice said. "Be here in 15 minutes."
Ted was there with seven minutes to spare. He rang the doorbell at the top of the brownstone steps. From inside he heard a "Come on in, it's open..." and entered the house. He was in a long entryway that was unlit, like much of the house. The only light was from the second floor, from which he now heard the sound of running water. "Come on up," the voice called.
Ted followed the light -- in fact, it was the only light on in the house. He paused before turning to face the doorway of the bathroom, took a deep breath, and stepped up to the door.
Standing just inside and right-angled to the door was his midnight caller. He stood at the sink, all 6'6" of him, careful- ly trimming the dark-blond beard he wore. Ted watched as the man continued to shave. He was covered with a fine pelt of hair that ran from light to dark blond; a light, almost white coloring around his mouth and mustache to a dark, nearly-black crotch. His body was firm, not from workouts, but naturally firm and he had a natural attitude about him that showed this man knew what he had going for him and was proud of it.
Ted began to breathe a little heavier as he took in the sight of the dick he soon hoped to be working on. It was a nice, soft, plump dick that hung down into the sink, owing to the size of its owner. This dick went hand-in-hand with its body, both being long and thick. Ted stared at it until he realized that his host had finished shaving and turned to him.
"Not bad," he said in appraisal of Ted. "Name's Chuck," he offered with his hand. Ted shook it and then looked up to see Chuck smiling. "Like what you see?" he asked. Ted nodded. "Good. You just wait right here for a minute. I've got a shower to take and need to get a towel." He motioned to the toilet that sat directly across from the bathtub. "Have a seat. Be back in a minute."
As he passed, Chuck ruffled the hair on Ted's head and purposely let his low hanging cock brush Ted' arm. Ted was hot, horny and anxious to work on that meat. He moved to the toilet, dropping his shorts and shirt in the process. He lifted the seat, aimed his dick at the bowel, and let loose a stream of piss that funneled out of his foreskin. Cut cocks sprayed the piss, but guys -- like Ted -- that had more than the usual amount of foreskin could funnel the piss like a hose. Ted had forgotten to piss in his hurry to get here and he wondered if he'd be finished before Chuck got back.
He wasn't, but Chuck didn't seem to mind. "Move over," was all he said.
A second or two passed and then Chuck's dick joined Ted's in filling the bowel with their piss. There was the spray of a cut dick, Ted noticed, but he didn't mind. Watching a guy piss out of a big, heavy dick was one of Ted's private favorites. He watched it as it lay on Chuck's palm, which was only sightly bigger than the dick it held. Their piss streams crossed. Chuck put his arm around Ted's shoulders, pulling him closer, and then aimed his dick at Ted's, the piss running and spilling over. Ted quickly followed Chuck's lead and soon both pricks were coated with each others piss.
Ted finished pissing, but saw that Chuck had a ways to go yet. Pushing the last few drops from his cock, Ted slowly sank to his knees in response to the gentle but firm pressure from Chuck's arm. His cock began to swell as Chuck continued to piss, his meat only inches from Ted's face. Ted could smell their piss now. He moved forward and began to lick his own piss from the horse-cock. The salty taste filled his mouth as he tongue-bathed this dick, feeling the flow of piss in the dick with his lips. As Chuck began to finish, Ted turned his head and took the dick head into his mouth. Chuck let the last of his piss flow into Ted.
"Suck it down, babe," he said. Ted gulped and swallowed, grateful he wasn't taking the entire load, but hungry for more, all the same. As he took the last few drops of Chuck's piss, he began to move his mouth further down the dick shaft, moving closer to the dark blond crotch. He could feel the cock in his mouth begin to swell. As it grew harder and longer, it seemed to push Ted from itself even as he tried to take more of it in. Ted wrapped both hands around the base of the thing, willing his throat to relax. He looked up to see Chuck smiling.
"Take it easy, guy," Chuck said. "I TOLD you it was a big cock, didn't I?" Chuck ran his fingers through Ted's beard. "Have a seat," he said, pulling his tool from Ted's mouth. As Ted pulled the seat cover down and sat, Chuck turned on the shower. He stepped in and pulled the clear plastic curtain around him.
Ted began to smile. Directly in front of him was a circle cut out of the shower curtain! "A do-it-yourself glory hole!" he thought to himself. Ted looked to Chuck and nodded, showing that he understood. He leaned forward and opened his mouth.
Through the clear plastic Chuck saw this hot man, ready and waiting to service his dickmeat. He was glad Ted knew what he was doing, that he need no instructions. As a reward, Chuck was prepared to offer him as much of his cock as Ted could take. He aimed the purple shafthead through the hole where it slid smooth- ly into the waiting mouth. "God damn!" he thought to himself. "This is some prize cocksucker." Most guys got no further on his dick than the head, but Ted was already half-way down and still going. Chuck sighed a moan of pure pleasure and then began to soap himself up, letting the water and suds cover his body even as Ted's mouth covered his dick.
Ted was in a state of total bliss and bordered on a trance. His only thought was to please this dick, this club, this fucking COCK within his mouth. His throat opening caressed the shaft and then, quickly and suddenly, opened up, letting the length slide in. Chuck groaned louder this time. Ted's throat began to flex itself, milking and sucking the huge prong it had a grip on. Now that he had the entire thing in him, he wasn't about to stop, not even for a breath.
The dick began to move, to slide in and out with a slow fucking motion. Ted looked up to see Chuck pressed against the clear plastic, his eyes closed and teeth gritted. The curtain clung to his wet body, his fur pelt matted to it. And all the while, his dick pumping in and out, now harder and faster, rush- ing to shoot itself down this hole.
Ted fell to his knees where his hand flew to his own rock- hard cock. His mouth lunged forward even as Chuck's dick fucked his face harder and harder. A low groan started somewhere in his gut. His whole body felt like one whole extension of dick -- from the base of Chuck's prick to the tip of his own and he moaned now, wanting to shoot, wanting Chuck's dick to shoot. It wouldn't be long now! He began to shake.
Chuck could feel the heat of his cum as it started out from his balls and down the length of his shaft. He shook his head and roared as the first blast of his load hit the base of Ted's throat. He threw his head back, the stream of water hitting him in the face as his dick unloaded itself into Ted. His hands grabbed hold of Ted's head through the plastic and held it still as he tried to plunge that dick of his even further into Ted.
Ted tried to open his throat even further, but the sheer size of the load from this dickclub was choking him. Chuck could hear Ted gagging, but kept on shooting, still trying to get his dick in as far as he could. And then...
Chuck fell back against the shower wall, panting, the water running over him. Ted was heaving in great gulps of air, his body slumped between his knees. His throat felt raw -- but that was exactly what he had been looking for. A minute passed and he looked up at the blond giant, who now had a smile of pleasure on his face. Again, he said a silent prayer to whatever god of the computer there was.
Ted stood and met Chuck's eyes. "Look," Ted said. "I've got to get to work in just awhile..." he opened the shower cur- tain. "But I sure could use a shower before I go!"
"A shower... why sure..." said Chuck...
Nothing. Here he was a hot and horny man, tired of the bars and back rooms and ready for a dynamite fuck session and... no dynamite. The screen in front of him merely said: "No per- sonal messages waiting."
He looked down and noticed that his cock was jutting out from his under his shorts, rock hard and dripping precum onto the chair. It didn't take much to get that thing up and ready for action. He reached down and with his finger and gathered the juice that had collected in the loose foreskin around his dick. Even with his prick pumped up -- like now -- he had always had that extra skin that could cover his entire shaft and catch whatever came out of it. He sucked his own juice, letting his taste buds remind him of his run-in with that jogger a few days ago. Hot dick, hotter mouth. That time, Ted had been the one with the big dick and he'd been more than willing to feed it to the jogger's ass-tight throat.
But that had been nearly two weeks ago, and since then work (and boredom) had kept him from the cruising scene. He'd hoped that the computer would have provided a further outlet for his never-satisfied libido. So far, a big, fat...nothing. He logged off the BBS and shut down his PC.
After a quick shower, he got into bed. Ted thought of milking his dick and freeing the pent-up cum in his balls. He was horny enough -- Ted's dick FELT like he hadn't cum for a month. Still, that old axiom that good things cum to those who wait had proved itself true many times. Besides, he always dreamed of hot, hairy and horny studs whenever he went to sleep without shooting his load. And there was only one thing better than DREAMING about big dicks...
He dreamed of canoes on a lake, gliding over the surface with no effort. Long canoes with thick oars floating in a thick mist while the telephone rang...
Telephone?
He jerked up in bed, awake and reaching for the phone. The alarm clock read 2:27 a.m. "Jesus Christ," he muttered.
"Ted?" the voice on the phone asked. A man's voice, low and deep.
"Yeah? This is Ted."
"You said no bullshit. Interested in a challenge?"
"A what?" Ted answered, reaching for the light.
"My dick, man -- my dick." Ted stopped still. "I'm offer- ing you the challenge of working on this dick of mine, no bull- shit. Your profile said you like big cocks and I've got one, plain and simple. The only thing you've got to do is make it feel good -- REAL good. Don't care how you do it; whether you wrap your mouth or your ass around it....or both...it doesn't matter to me, just so long as you're able to handle it. Inter- ested?"
Ted said a silent prayer to whatever god of the computer there was. "You're god damn right, I'm interested," he said into the phone.
The dude laughed over the telephone. "Good....nice to know you mean what you say!" he said. Ted scrambled to get a pen and paper to write down the house number and location. He noticed that the address was only a short distance away and duly reported the fact over the phone. "Looks like you'll get this dick sooner than you thought, then," the voice said. "Be here in 15 minutes."
Ted was there with seven minutes to spare. He rang the doorbell at the top of the brownstone steps. From inside he heard a "Come on in, it's open..." and entered the house. He was in a long entryway that was unlit, like much of the house. The only light was from the second floor, from which he now heard the sound of running water. "Come on up," the voice called.
Ted followed the light -- in fact, it was the only light on in the house. He paused before turning to face the doorway of the bathroom, took a deep breath, and stepped up to the door.
Standing just inside and right-angled to the door was his midnight caller. He stood at the sink, all 6'6" of him, careful- ly trimming the dark-blond beard he wore. Ted watched as the man continued to shave. He was covered with a fine pelt of hair that ran from light to dark blond; a light, almost white coloring around his mouth and mustache to a dark, nearly-black crotch. His body was firm, not from workouts, but naturally firm and he had a natural attitude about him that showed this man knew what he had going for him and was proud of it.
Ted began to breathe a little heavier as he took in the sight of the dick he soon hoped to be working on. It was a nice, soft, plump dick that hung down into the sink, owing to the size of its owner. This dick went hand-in-hand with its body, both being long and thick. Ted stared at it until he realized that his host had finished shaving and turned to him.
"Not bad," he said in appraisal of Ted. "Name's Chuck," he offered with his hand. Ted shook it and then looked up to see Chuck smiling. "Like what you see?" he asked. Ted nodded. "Good. You just wait right here for a minute. I've got a shower to take and need to get a towel." He motioned to the toilet that sat directly across from the bathtub. "Have a seat. Be back in a minute."
As he passed, Chuck ruffled the hair on Ted's head and purposely let his low hanging cock brush Ted' arm. Ted was hot, horny and anxious to work on that meat. He moved to the toilet, dropping his shorts and shirt in the process. He lifted the seat, aimed his dick at the bowel, and let loose a stream of piss that funneled out of his foreskin. Cut cocks sprayed the piss, but guys -- like Ted -- that had more than the usual amount of foreskin could funnel the piss like a hose. Ted had forgotten to piss in his hurry to get here and he wondered if he'd be finished before Chuck got back.
He wasn't, but Chuck didn't seem to mind. "Move over," was all he said.
A second or two passed and then Chuck's dick joined Ted's in filling the bowel with their piss. There was the spray of a cut dick, Ted noticed, but he didn't mind. Watching a guy piss out of a big, heavy dick was one of Ted's private favorites. He watched it as it lay on Chuck's palm, which was only sightly bigger than the dick it held. Their piss streams crossed. Chuck put his arm around Ted's shoulders, pulling him closer, and then aimed his dick at Ted's, the piss running and spilling over. Ted quickly followed Chuck's lead and soon both pricks were coated with each others piss.
Ted finished pissing, but saw that Chuck had a ways to go yet. Pushing the last few drops from his cock, Ted slowly sank to his knees in response to the gentle but firm pressure from Chuck's arm. His cock began to swell as Chuck continued to piss, his meat only inches from Ted's face. Ted could smell their piss now. He moved forward and began to lick his own piss from the horse-cock. The salty taste filled his mouth as he tongue-bathed this dick, feeling the flow of piss in the dick with his lips. As Chuck began to finish, Ted turned his head and took the dick head into his mouth. Chuck let the last of his piss flow into Ted.
"Suck it down, babe," he said. Ted gulped and swallowed, grateful he wasn't taking the entire load, but hungry for more, all the same. As he took the last few drops of Chuck's piss, he began to move his mouth further down the dick shaft, moving closer to the dark blond crotch. He could feel the cock in his mouth begin to swell. As it grew harder and longer, it seemed to push Ted from itself even as he tried to take more of it in. Ted wrapped both hands around the base of the thing, willing his throat to relax. He looked up to see Chuck smiling.
"Take it easy, guy," Chuck said. "I TOLD you it was a big cock, didn't I?" Chuck ran his fingers through Ted's beard. "Have a seat," he said, pulling his tool from Ted's mouth. As Ted pulled the seat cover down and sat, Chuck turned on the shower. He stepped in and pulled the clear plastic curtain around him.
Ted began to smile. Directly in front of him was a circle cut out of the shower curtain! "A do-it-yourself glory hole!" he thought to himself. Ted looked to Chuck and nodded, showing that he understood. He leaned forward and opened his mouth.
Through the clear plastic Chuck saw this hot man, ready and waiting to service his dickmeat. He was glad Ted knew what he was doing, that he need no instructions. As a reward, Chuck was prepared to offer him as much of his cock as Ted could take. He aimed the purple shafthead through the hole where it slid smooth- ly into the waiting mouth. "God damn!" he thought to himself. "This is some prize cocksucker." Most guys got no further on his dick than the head, but Ted was already half-way down and still going. Chuck sighed a moan of pure pleasure and then began to soap himself up, letting the water and suds cover his body even as Ted's mouth covered his dick.
Ted was in a state of total bliss and bordered on a trance. His only thought was to please this dick, this club, this fucking COCK within his mouth. His throat opening caressed the shaft and then, quickly and suddenly, opened up, letting the length slide in. Chuck groaned louder this time. Ted's throat began to flex itself, milking and sucking the huge prong it had a grip on. Now that he had the entire thing in him, he wasn't about to stop, not even for a breath.
The dick began to move, to slide in and out with a slow fucking motion. Ted looked up to see Chuck pressed against the clear plastic, his eyes closed and teeth gritted. The curtain clung to his wet body, his fur pelt matted to it. And all the while, his dick pumping in and out, now harder and faster, rush- ing to shoot itself down this hole.
Ted fell to his knees where his hand flew to his own rock- hard cock. His mouth lunged forward even as Chuck's dick fucked his face harder and harder. A low groan started somewhere in his gut. His whole body felt like one whole extension of dick -- from the base of Chuck's prick to the tip of his own and he moaned now, wanting to shoot, wanting Chuck's dick to shoot. It wouldn't be long now! He began to shake.
Chuck could feel the heat of his cum as it started out from his balls and down the length of his shaft. He shook his head and roared as the first blast of his load hit the base of Ted's throat. He threw his head back, the stream of water hitting him in the face as his dick unloaded itself into Ted. His hands grabbed hold of Ted's head through the plastic and held it still as he tried to plunge that dick of his even further into Ted.
Ted tried to open his throat even further, but the sheer size of the load from this dickclub was choking him. Chuck could hear Ted gagging, but kept on shooting, still trying to get his dick in as far as he could. And then...
Chuck fell back against the shower wall, panting, the water running over him. Ted was heaving in great gulps of air, his body slumped between his knees. His throat felt raw -- but that was exactly what he had been looking for. A minute passed and he looked up at the blond giant, who now had a smile of pleasure on his face. Again, he said a silent prayer to whatever god of the computer there was.
Ted stood and met Chuck's eyes. "Look," Ted said. "I've got to get to work in just awhile..." he opened the shower cur- tain. "But I sure could use a shower before I go!"
"A shower... why sure..." said Chuck...
