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When I think back over the various sexual escapades of my life, my run in with Tom will always stand out to me. At 25 years old, I had just returned to my hometown after traveling Europe (and burying my fat cock in a number of European holes). I was staying with my family in Oregon while looking for a new job and accommodations. Between going to the gym and looking for work, I didn’t have a lot of spare time. And so, one night I found myself alone in my room, checking out Sniffies to see what was going on around me. I saw that in a town nearby, there was a nice looking cock near an often frequented glory hole in MacArthur Park. The stats listed it as 7 inches long and uncut and the username was ItalianDomCock. Disappointingly there were no pictures other than the dick. I couldn’t complain though, as I also avoided sharing my face pictures until I know who I’m talking to. With a sigh of boredom, I fired off a message to them.
“Hey, how’s it going?”
…. A few minutes went by before my phone lit up. The ItalianDomCock responded.
“Doing well, just hanging out at the park. WBU?”
“Bored and looking to make some buds.”
“Nice man, wanna hang out at my place? Down to watch a movie or something?”
“Sure, let me know when to head over.”
I rolled over off my bed and stood up to take a look in the mirror. For the last several years I have been going to the gym, and so my 6’4 frame was well filled out. I was wearing cropped t shirt that showed off my toned chest and a pair of grey joggers that hung loose off my hips, my pelvic v clearly visible and beneath that, the VPL of my soft cock. I had thankfully been blessed in the dick department, packing a thick 5 soft that grew into an impressive 8.5 inch club when aroused. Around my neck a gold chain hung loose into the dusting of chest hair beneath my shirt. I rubbed my 5 o'clock shadow, debating whether or not I should shave. I decided not to, as I look like an overgrown teenager without facial hair. I pulled my curly brown hair out of my eyes and worked on making myself presentable.
From my bedroom window I noticed that across the street, our 45 year old neighbor Tom was pulling into his driveway. Tom lived alone in a huge house and had been a long time friend of the family. His wife had died about 10 years ago and he never remarried. I watched as he turned his truck off and climbed out of the front seat. For many years I had thought that Tom was handsome in a fatherly way. He worked as a firefighter in a nearby town and kept himself in necessary shape. When he wasn’t at work, Tom would invite us over to his place to go swim in his pool or play video games. He stood about 6 foot and weighed maybe 220. He had thick, curly black hair cropped short, bright blue eyes and round cheeks that would turn pink if he laughed too hard. A heavy black mustache covered his lip that was slowly turning grey. Tom was a pretty hair guy in general, with black hair covering his legs and forearms as well. He was the sort of man who couldn’t seem to keep a shaved face, whenever I saw him, stubble was creeping back into his cheeks. What I was more often preoccupied with however was what our neighbor had going on below the belt. Tom was partial to walking around in sweatpants and in addition to a fat package, he also had the most delicious looking bubble ass. If you’re picturing a tall, fit Mario with a tight ass, you’ve pretty much got it.
After 15 minutes my phone buzzed again.
“Hey, just got home, ready when you are.”
I walked back over to my phone to check the Sniffies map. ItalianDomCock was now much, much closer. I stared back and forth between the picture of the fat uncut cock on my app and the truck that had just pulled into my neighbor’s driveway. Immediately my mind began to flood with possibilities and a plan began to formulate for me. Since the day I met Tom I had wanted to see what was hiding between those plump cheeks. I absentmindedly teased my nipple under my shirt with one hand while squeezing my cock head through my joggers with the other. This could be my opportunity to fuck Tom but if it was going to happen, I needed to be strategic. The more I thought about it, the firmer my cock became. My biggest kink was converting dom, macho guys into my submissive sluts. As much as I enjoyed Tom as a friend and mentor, even more so I wanted to ruin his hole with my fat cock. Remembering his name “ItalianDomCock”, I chuckled to myself.
I considered messaging him and telling him who he was talking to, but after reconsidering I set my phone back down. If there was any chance I was going to scare Tom off with a heads up, I had to do away with it. A smile crept up my face as I laid out my plan. With a final wink in the mirror, I grabbed my backpack and a few…. props. After stopping by the kitchen to grab a 6 pack of beer, I took a deep breath and stepped out of my house and made my way across the street towards Tom’s.
It was just about dusk as I set out and the overhead street lamps cast a warm glow over Tom’s house. From within I could see the light from the living room on. Crossing his well manicured lawn and up to the stoop, I raised my knuckles to knock on the door. For a second, I paused. I could still call this off, go home and jack off. I shook my head to myself and confidently rapped on the wood of the door. After some shuffling sounds from within, I heard the deadbolt release and the door slowly swung open.
In the short time that Tom had been home, he had obviously changed out of his day clothes. It seemed he had just gotten out of the shower as he was pink faced and his hair was wet. He was wearing a pair of black sweat shorts and a form fitting tank top that framed muscle stomach perfectly. As he stepped aside from the door, my eyes couldn’t help watching his VPL wobble back and forth in his shorts. As he realized who was at the door, I watched his face go from excited, to disappointed and finally to puzzled.
“Hey CJ! How’s it been man?” Tom was quick to smile, and as he did so did I.
“Tom! I’ve been great man! I don’t know if my parents told you but I’m back from my European voyage! Hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
Tom stepped back, opening the door for me.
“Not at all man! Please, come in. A friend was supposed to drop by later but I’m honestly not sure if they’re going to show.”
I lifted up the 6 pack of beer, smiling.
“Well man, I brought party favors. Let’s chat, it’s been forever!”
I crossed to his kitchen and grabbed a bottle opener from the drawer. Popping two of the bottles I held one out to him. With a crooked smile, Tom accepted one and clinked bottles with me. We wandered over to the living room and each posted up on one end of the couch. I began the conversation, asking Tom about his job and whether he still made it out to the gym as much as he used to. He explained that he had recently stopped going to his regular gym but now took advantage of the outdoor gym in MacArthur park. Smiling, I tucked that little piece of information away in the back of my mind. As the evening progressed, our conversation flowed from our work, our hobbies and finally towards dating. I had always felt embarrassed asking Tom about his dating life, but tonight felt different. I had drained about two of the beers and Tom had cleared about three. Glancing at the clock I realized I had been there now for two hours and it was completely dark outside. Tom was looking at me peculiarly from across the couch.
“What?”, I chuckled.
“If you had to guess, how many guys do you think you’ve been with?” Tom asked, his cheeks red and not making eye contact.
“Probably somewhere in the hundred range? I get around. But don’t worry, I’m always safe and get tested regularly.” Almost under my breath I added, “I’m even on PrEP…”
Tom nodded his head, his eyes on the floor in front of him. From across the couch I could swear I saw his fat package twitch.
“And what about you, Tom, ever been with a guy?” I laughed to break the tension but kept my eyes on him to see how he would respond.
His cheeks went scarlet as he nodded almost imperceptibly.
“I’ve had some fun with buddies before, I think most guys my age have tried it. Whether they admit it or not.”
I stealthily scooted a bit down the couch towards him.
“C’mon I told you all about the women I’ve fucked, you’ve gotta give me more than that.” I kicked him with my bare foot playfully.
“Well, I’ve had a few buddies that asked me to jerk off with them and it… happened. One or two of them asked to give it a taste and I was eventually convinced.” Tom stroked his mustache as he eyed the ceiling. I watched as his package throbbed again, his vpl beginning to snake down his thigh.
“That’s all? You’ve never fucked a man before Tom?” I could feel my heart in my throat as my pulse pounded. My own cock was starting to leak in my joggers. I leaned back over the couch, feigning a stretch while giving Tom a full view of my growing package. When I sat up, Tom was watching where my stomach had been exposed with eyes wide.
“To be honest… yeah. There have been some times where I was bored, horny and needed to breed someone. Men are just easier to nail sometimes, ya know?”
“Oh yeah, I get it completely. Actually, I’ve got a little surprise.” ,reaching from the couch I grabbed my backpack and began rustling through its contents. After a moment I produced a baggie of weed and some rolling papers. “Thankfully this shit is legal here now. I know you don’t normally smoke, but we haven’t caught up in a few years so this is special.”
Tom looked immediately uncomfortable as he eyed me rolling a joint.
“I don’t normally smoke weed… It has a weird effect on me.” he said slowly.
“Oh what do you mean?”, I said finishing the first and handing it to him.
“I just get… paranoid and stuff....” Tom trailed off.
I could tell that there was something he was not saying but after considering it for a moment, he held his hand out for the lighter. I handed him mine and patted the spot next to me on the couch. Tom hesitantly took a puff on the joint before sitting down next to me, reclining and blowing a thick puff of smoke towards the ceiling. Coughing, he handed off the joint to me and laid back. I took a little hit and handed it back to him. Without a word he took it and inhaled deeply. I could tell based on his body language that between the beer and the weed, his guard was starting to lower.
“So, what were you going to do with your friend later?” I asked coyly. His eyes snapped open and he quickly grabbed his phone, double checking his notifications. With a sigh he sat back.
“I was going to watch a movie with them but it looks like they stood me up.”
“Well, I may not be them but I would love to watch a movie with you bud.”
Tom looked at me red faced and smiled. He grabbed his phone, lowering the lights in the room and with the remote he pulled up Netflix. I rolled another joint for Tom and took the half finished one for myself. He pulled up a horror movie and I prepared my next move. I could barely keep my focus on the film as I watched Tom sitting so close to me, his breathing heavy. It wasn’t hot in here but I watched a tiny trickle of sweat slide down his neck. Over the course of the first 45 minutes I kept slowly scooting closer to him until my arm was resting against his. As we made contact, Tom looked down at me, flushed pink and laughed nervously.
As the serial killer began picking off teenagers onscreen, I prepared myself for the next obvious jump scare. When it came, I jumped and my hand came down on Tom’s leg. He glanced down at it before his eyes flicked back to the screen. Breathing heavily myself, I kept my hand on his thick thigh and boldly gave it a squeeze. Slowly I watched as Tom moved his arm from his leg to mine, giving it a light squeeze in response. In that moment I knew I had to take my shot and so with my heart pounding in my throat and my cock nearly hard in my shorts, leaking precum down my thigh, I moved my hand from his thigh towards his bulge. Tom inhaled sharply as I cupped his package but his eyes did not leave the TV screen. I gave it a firm squeeze as I felt his fat, soft cock and heavy nuts roll beneath the thin fabric. I could feel his fat cock getting even bigger beneath my fingers. With a tight grip I grabbed Tom’s hand and moved it down my thigh and towards my now very rock hard cock beneath my joggers.
“Fuck CJ, you’re packing quite the snake.” Tom said, slowly peeling his gaze from the TV to my fat package. I roughly squeezed Tom’s robust package until I elicited a groan from him.
“You too bud.. Fuck those guys you fucked must have gone home limping…” I whispered.
“Oh yeah, there’s nothing I love more than ruining some bottom’s hole. I love watching the look on their face as I stretch their holes out.” Tom was almost grunting this as he began to massage my package as well.
“Have you ever compared cocks before?”
“With friends? Sure.”
“Ever had a playful competition?”
“Like a contest? Once I had a roommate in college that bet me a week’s worth of dishes that he had a bigger cock than I did.”
I laughed as felt his cock grow harder and elongate, “And how did you measure up?”
“Let’s just say that I did not touch the dishes that week.” Tom smiled, remembering his victory.
“Well how about we make this hang out a little more interesting?” I suggested smirking.
“More interesting than this?” He pointedly looked down at his crotch where I was squeezing his fat cock above his shorts.
I smiled, “Yeah, more than this. I can feel that you’ve got a pretty big cock Tom. I also have a pretty fat cock if you haven’t worked that out for yourself. I want to make you a bet.”
For a second Tom’s smile faltered, “What kind of bet””
“Whoever has the bigger cock gets to…. Oh I don’t know… make the other do what they want tonight.” As I said this I leaned, nibbled on his earlobe and whispered, “I know you’ve wanted to fuck me for a long time.”
Tom appeared nearly hypnotized as he absentmindedly nodded his head.
“It’s agreed then, whoever is packing more gets to be the man for the night. Show the other a good time.” In my head I was screaming as he nodded his head again.
Checkmate.
I stood up in front of Tom on the couch and slowly began to remove my shirt, exposing my well defined chest and abs against the harsh light of the movie playing behind me. Tom’s eyes were as wide as dinner plates as I dropped my shirt on the ground and walked over to him. With him sitting and myself standing, my fat hard cock behind my joggers was inches from his head.
“Well? Are you going to take them off?” I gave Tom a look of impatience.
Taken aback Tom turned to me, looking from my bulge and up to my face. Hesitantly, he slowly reached up and grabbed the band of my joggers.
“Not used to taking the other guys’ off… Usually they’re asking me to…” He chuckled awkwardly.
“Well I’m not just any guy Tom, now go on.” I grabbed his hands and started to pull my joggers down and he did the rest of the work.
Not realizing I wasn’t wearing underwear, Tom pulled my joggers down and my hard 8 inch long, 7 inch girth cock snapped out and nearly slapped him across the face. A glistening trail of precum connecting my thigh and cockhead trailed across his hand as my cock swung free. He instinctively recoiled and wiped the back of his hand on the couch.
“Sorry about that, heavy leaker here.”
“I can see that CJ… no problem bro.”
“You ready?” I asked as I reached down, grabbing the legs of his shorts and the underwear underneath, ready to pull them off.
Tom nodded his head and with a heave I pulled both his underwear and his shorts down to his knees. With a wet slap, his cock popped up against his exposed stomach. Tom’s thick cock had to be at least 7.5 inches long and decently thick. He had a thick nest of curly black pubic hair that grew up his toned stomach towards his chest. Tom’s fat nuts lolled lazily in his loose sack that hung low enough that the nearly made contact with the couch.Without asking permission I reached forward, grabbed those meaty nuts and squeezed them both in my hand. I watched Tom groan and his cock throb in response. I grabbed another joint I had rolled, lit it up and took a deep inhale. After exhaling, I handed it off to Tom who took a deep hit and coughed as it came out.
“Got a measuring tape?”
Tom blinked the smoke clear from his eyes before glancing into an adjacent room. “One second, I think I might have one.” Standing up, his fat cock hard as a rock in front of him, he crossed the room and disappeared into the adjoining one. As he was rummaging around, I quickly reached into my pag, pulling out lube and poppers. The lube I set on the table, the poppers I put between the couch cushions. Tom returned moments later, his hard cock bobbing before him as he sat down. I watched as he pulled a tape measure out and unprompted began to measure his own cock.
Pressing the end of the tape into the thick pubic hair and running the end to his cockhead he proudly exclaimed, “Packing 7.5 inches here buddy, best of luck beating that.” As he moved to toss me the measuring tape I stood up and walked over to him, my fat cock hanging in front of his face. Tom looked at me confused.
“Well Tom, are you going to measure me or what man?” I looked at him with that same impatience as a look of realization crossed his face.
“Oh, I thought we were… measuring ourselves. Sure, yeah, let me see what you’ve got here.”
Tom nervously lifted the measuring tape to my rigid cock. With a meaty thumb he pressed the end of the tape to my cock base and breathing heavily, pulled the tape measure back.
We could both see what the number was but cockily I asked, “Well?”
Tom cleared his throat nervously, “8.5 inches… guess you got me beat bud…”
As he looked at me I watched the man who I had grown up admiring and secretly harboring deep attraction towards transform into the next whore who was going to learn what every inch of my cock felt like.
I smiled and grabbed Tom by the back of his head and jerked him towards my cockhead, “Open your mouth Tom. You mentioned earlier that you needed to get off and let me tell you that I have been thinking about this for a very long time.” I rubbed the back of Tom’s head, my fist full of his dark, curly hair.
Tom blinked as I said this and swallowed hard. His cock throbbed as he nodded his head slowly. Turning to face me, he began massaging my sack with one hand and grabbing the thick base of my cock with the other. Licking his lips he looked up at me, his crystal blue eyes meeting my green ones. After a pause he slowly opened his mouth and leaned forward….
End of Part One
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“Hey, how’s it going?”
…. A few minutes went by before my phone lit up. The ItalianDomCock responded.
“Doing well, just hanging out at the park. WBU?”
“Bored and looking to make some buds.”
“Nice man, wanna hang out at my place? Down to watch a movie or something?”
“Sure, let me know when to head over.”
I rolled over off my bed and stood up to take a look in the mirror. For the last several years I have been going to the gym, and so my 6’4 frame was well filled out. I was wearing cropped t shirt that showed off my toned chest and a pair of grey joggers that hung loose off my hips, my pelvic v clearly visible and beneath that, the VPL of my soft cock. I had thankfully been blessed in the dick department, packing a thick 5 soft that grew into an impressive 8.5 inch club when aroused. Around my neck a gold chain hung loose into the dusting of chest hair beneath my shirt. I rubbed my 5 o'clock shadow, debating whether or not I should shave. I decided not to, as I look like an overgrown teenager without facial hair. I pulled my curly brown hair out of my eyes and worked on making myself presentable.
From my bedroom window I noticed that across the street, our 45 year old neighbor Tom was pulling into his driveway. Tom lived alone in a huge house and had been a long time friend of the family. His wife had died about 10 years ago and he never remarried. I watched as he turned his truck off and climbed out of the front seat. For many years I had thought that Tom was handsome in a fatherly way. He worked as a firefighter in a nearby town and kept himself in necessary shape. When he wasn’t at work, Tom would invite us over to his place to go swim in his pool or play video games. He stood about 6 foot and weighed maybe 220. He had thick, curly black hair cropped short, bright blue eyes and round cheeks that would turn pink if he laughed too hard. A heavy black mustache covered his lip that was slowly turning grey. Tom was a pretty hair guy in general, with black hair covering his legs and forearms as well. He was the sort of man who couldn’t seem to keep a shaved face, whenever I saw him, stubble was creeping back into his cheeks. What I was more often preoccupied with however was what our neighbor had going on below the belt. Tom was partial to walking around in sweatpants and in addition to a fat package, he also had the most delicious looking bubble ass. If you’re picturing a tall, fit Mario with a tight ass, you’ve pretty much got it.
After 15 minutes my phone buzzed again.
“Hey, just got home, ready when you are.”
I walked back over to my phone to check the Sniffies map. ItalianDomCock was now much, much closer. I stared back and forth between the picture of the fat uncut cock on my app and the truck that had just pulled into my neighbor’s driveway. Immediately my mind began to flood with possibilities and a plan began to formulate for me. Since the day I met Tom I had wanted to see what was hiding between those plump cheeks. I absentmindedly teased my nipple under my shirt with one hand while squeezing my cock head through my joggers with the other. This could be my opportunity to fuck Tom but if it was going to happen, I needed to be strategic. The more I thought about it, the firmer my cock became. My biggest kink was converting dom, macho guys into my submissive sluts. As much as I enjoyed Tom as a friend and mentor, even more so I wanted to ruin his hole with my fat cock. Remembering his name “ItalianDomCock”, I chuckled to myself.
I considered messaging him and telling him who he was talking to, but after reconsidering I set my phone back down. If there was any chance I was going to scare Tom off with a heads up, I had to do away with it. A smile crept up my face as I laid out my plan. With a final wink in the mirror, I grabbed my backpack and a few…. props. After stopping by the kitchen to grab a 6 pack of beer, I took a deep breath and stepped out of my house and made my way across the street towards Tom’s.
It was just about dusk as I set out and the overhead street lamps cast a warm glow over Tom’s house. From within I could see the light from the living room on. Crossing his well manicured lawn and up to the stoop, I raised my knuckles to knock on the door. For a second, I paused. I could still call this off, go home and jack off. I shook my head to myself and confidently rapped on the wood of the door. After some shuffling sounds from within, I heard the deadbolt release and the door slowly swung open.
In the short time that Tom had been home, he had obviously changed out of his day clothes. It seemed he had just gotten out of the shower as he was pink faced and his hair was wet. He was wearing a pair of black sweat shorts and a form fitting tank top that framed muscle stomach perfectly. As he stepped aside from the door, my eyes couldn’t help watching his VPL wobble back and forth in his shorts. As he realized who was at the door, I watched his face go from excited, to disappointed and finally to puzzled.
“Hey CJ! How’s it been man?” Tom was quick to smile, and as he did so did I.
“Tom! I’ve been great man! I don’t know if my parents told you but I’m back from my European voyage! Hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
Tom stepped back, opening the door for me.
“Not at all man! Please, come in. A friend was supposed to drop by later but I’m honestly not sure if they’re going to show.”
I lifted up the 6 pack of beer, smiling.
“Well man, I brought party favors. Let’s chat, it’s been forever!”
I crossed to his kitchen and grabbed a bottle opener from the drawer. Popping two of the bottles I held one out to him. With a crooked smile, Tom accepted one and clinked bottles with me. We wandered over to the living room and each posted up on one end of the couch. I began the conversation, asking Tom about his job and whether he still made it out to the gym as much as he used to. He explained that he had recently stopped going to his regular gym but now took advantage of the outdoor gym in MacArthur park. Smiling, I tucked that little piece of information away in the back of my mind. As the evening progressed, our conversation flowed from our work, our hobbies and finally towards dating. I had always felt embarrassed asking Tom about his dating life, but tonight felt different. I had drained about two of the beers and Tom had cleared about three. Glancing at the clock I realized I had been there now for two hours and it was completely dark outside. Tom was looking at me peculiarly from across the couch.
“What?”, I chuckled.
“If you had to guess, how many guys do you think you’ve been with?” Tom asked, his cheeks red and not making eye contact.
“Probably somewhere in the hundred range? I get around. But don’t worry, I’m always safe and get tested regularly.” Almost under my breath I added, “I’m even on PrEP…”
Tom nodded his head, his eyes on the floor in front of him. From across the couch I could swear I saw his fat package twitch.
“And what about you, Tom, ever been with a guy?” I laughed to break the tension but kept my eyes on him to see how he would respond.
His cheeks went scarlet as he nodded almost imperceptibly.
“I’ve had some fun with buddies before, I think most guys my age have tried it. Whether they admit it or not.”
I stealthily scooted a bit down the couch towards him.
“C’mon I told you all about the women I’ve fucked, you’ve gotta give me more than that.” I kicked him with my bare foot playfully.
“Well, I’ve had a few buddies that asked me to jerk off with them and it… happened. One or two of them asked to give it a taste and I was eventually convinced.” Tom stroked his mustache as he eyed the ceiling. I watched as his package throbbed again, his vpl beginning to snake down his thigh.
“That’s all? You’ve never fucked a man before Tom?” I could feel my heart in my throat as my pulse pounded. My own cock was starting to leak in my joggers. I leaned back over the couch, feigning a stretch while giving Tom a full view of my growing package. When I sat up, Tom was watching where my stomach had been exposed with eyes wide.
“To be honest… yeah. There have been some times where I was bored, horny and needed to breed someone. Men are just easier to nail sometimes, ya know?”
“Oh yeah, I get it completely. Actually, I’ve got a little surprise.” ,reaching from the couch I grabbed my backpack and began rustling through its contents. After a moment I produced a baggie of weed and some rolling papers. “Thankfully this shit is legal here now. I know you don’t normally smoke, but we haven’t caught up in a few years so this is special.”
Tom looked immediately uncomfortable as he eyed me rolling a joint.
“I don’t normally smoke weed… It has a weird effect on me.” he said slowly.
“Oh what do you mean?”, I said finishing the first and handing it to him.
“I just get… paranoid and stuff....” Tom trailed off.
I could tell that there was something he was not saying but after considering it for a moment, he held his hand out for the lighter. I handed him mine and patted the spot next to me on the couch. Tom hesitantly took a puff on the joint before sitting down next to me, reclining and blowing a thick puff of smoke towards the ceiling. Coughing, he handed off the joint to me and laid back. I took a little hit and handed it back to him. Without a word he took it and inhaled deeply. I could tell based on his body language that between the beer and the weed, his guard was starting to lower.
“So, what were you going to do with your friend later?” I asked coyly. His eyes snapped open and he quickly grabbed his phone, double checking his notifications. With a sigh he sat back.
“I was going to watch a movie with them but it looks like they stood me up.”
“Well, I may not be them but I would love to watch a movie with you bud.”
Tom looked at me red faced and smiled. He grabbed his phone, lowering the lights in the room and with the remote he pulled up Netflix. I rolled another joint for Tom and took the half finished one for myself. He pulled up a horror movie and I prepared my next move. I could barely keep my focus on the film as I watched Tom sitting so close to me, his breathing heavy. It wasn’t hot in here but I watched a tiny trickle of sweat slide down his neck. Over the course of the first 45 minutes I kept slowly scooting closer to him until my arm was resting against his. As we made contact, Tom looked down at me, flushed pink and laughed nervously.
As the serial killer began picking off teenagers onscreen, I prepared myself for the next obvious jump scare. When it came, I jumped and my hand came down on Tom’s leg. He glanced down at it before his eyes flicked back to the screen. Breathing heavily myself, I kept my hand on his thick thigh and boldly gave it a squeeze. Slowly I watched as Tom moved his arm from his leg to mine, giving it a light squeeze in response. In that moment I knew I had to take my shot and so with my heart pounding in my throat and my cock nearly hard in my shorts, leaking precum down my thigh, I moved my hand from his thigh towards his bulge. Tom inhaled sharply as I cupped his package but his eyes did not leave the TV screen. I gave it a firm squeeze as I felt his fat, soft cock and heavy nuts roll beneath the thin fabric. I could feel his fat cock getting even bigger beneath my fingers. With a tight grip I grabbed Tom’s hand and moved it down my thigh and towards my now very rock hard cock beneath my joggers.
“Fuck CJ, you’re packing quite the snake.” Tom said, slowly peeling his gaze from the TV to my fat package. I roughly squeezed Tom’s robust package until I elicited a groan from him.
“You too bud.. Fuck those guys you fucked must have gone home limping…” I whispered.
“Oh yeah, there’s nothing I love more than ruining some bottom’s hole. I love watching the look on their face as I stretch their holes out.” Tom was almost grunting this as he began to massage my package as well.
“Have you ever compared cocks before?”
“With friends? Sure.”
“Ever had a playful competition?”
“Like a contest? Once I had a roommate in college that bet me a week’s worth of dishes that he had a bigger cock than I did.”
I laughed as felt his cock grow harder and elongate, “And how did you measure up?”
“Let’s just say that I did not touch the dishes that week.” Tom smiled, remembering his victory.
“Well how about we make this hang out a little more interesting?” I suggested smirking.
“More interesting than this?” He pointedly looked down at his crotch where I was squeezing his fat cock above his shorts.
I smiled, “Yeah, more than this. I can feel that you’ve got a pretty big cock Tom. I also have a pretty fat cock if you haven’t worked that out for yourself. I want to make you a bet.”
For a second Tom’s smile faltered, “What kind of bet””
“Whoever has the bigger cock gets to…. Oh I don’t know… make the other do what they want tonight.” As I said this I leaned, nibbled on his earlobe and whispered, “I know you’ve wanted to fuck me for a long time.”
Tom appeared nearly hypnotized as he absentmindedly nodded his head.
“It’s agreed then, whoever is packing more gets to be the man for the night. Show the other a good time.” In my head I was screaming as he nodded his head again.
Checkmate.
I stood up in front of Tom on the couch and slowly began to remove my shirt, exposing my well defined chest and abs against the harsh light of the movie playing behind me. Tom’s eyes were as wide as dinner plates as I dropped my shirt on the ground and walked over to him. With him sitting and myself standing, my fat hard cock behind my joggers was inches from his head.
“Well? Are you going to take them off?” I gave Tom a look of impatience.
Taken aback Tom turned to me, looking from my bulge and up to my face. Hesitantly, he slowly reached up and grabbed the band of my joggers.
“Not used to taking the other guys’ off… Usually they’re asking me to…” He chuckled awkwardly.
“Well I’m not just any guy Tom, now go on.” I grabbed his hands and started to pull my joggers down and he did the rest of the work.
Not realizing I wasn’t wearing underwear, Tom pulled my joggers down and my hard 8 inch long, 7 inch girth cock snapped out and nearly slapped him across the face. A glistening trail of precum connecting my thigh and cockhead trailed across his hand as my cock swung free. He instinctively recoiled and wiped the back of his hand on the couch.
“Sorry about that, heavy leaker here.”
“I can see that CJ… no problem bro.”
“You ready?” I asked as I reached down, grabbing the legs of his shorts and the underwear underneath, ready to pull them off.
Tom nodded his head and with a heave I pulled both his underwear and his shorts down to his knees. With a wet slap, his cock popped up against his exposed stomach. Tom’s thick cock had to be at least 7.5 inches long and decently thick. He had a thick nest of curly black pubic hair that grew up his toned stomach towards his chest. Tom’s fat nuts lolled lazily in his loose sack that hung low enough that the nearly made contact with the couch.Without asking permission I reached forward, grabbed those meaty nuts and squeezed them both in my hand. I watched Tom groan and his cock throb in response. I grabbed another joint I had rolled, lit it up and took a deep inhale. After exhaling, I handed it off to Tom who took a deep hit and coughed as it came out.
“Got a measuring tape?”
Tom blinked the smoke clear from his eyes before glancing into an adjacent room. “One second, I think I might have one.” Standing up, his fat cock hard as a rock in front of him, he crossed the room and disappeared into the adjoining one. As he was rummaging around, I quickly reached into my pag, pulling out lube and poppers. The lube I set on the table, the poppers I put between the couch cushions. Tom returned moments later, his hard cock bobbing before him as he sat down. I watched as he pulled a tape measure out and unprompted began to measure his own cock.
Pressing the end of the tape into the thick pubic hair and running the end to his cockhead he proudly exclaimed, “Packing 7.5 inches here buddy, best of luck beating that.” As he moved to toss me the measuring tape I stood up and walked over to him, my fat cock hanging in front of his face. Tom looked at me confused.
“Well Tom, are you going to measure me or what man?” I looked at him with that same impatience as a look of realization crossed his face.
“Oh, I thought we were… measuring ourselves. Sure, yeah, let me see what you’ve got here.”
Tom nervously lifted the measuring tape to my rigid cock. With a meaty thumb he pressed the end of the tape to my cock base and breathing heavily, pulled the tape measure back.
We could both see what the number was but cockily I asked, “Well?”
Tom cleared his throat nervously, “8.5 inches… guess you got me beat bud…”
As he looked at me I watched the man who I had grown up admiring and secretly harboring deep attraction towards transform into the next whore who was going to learn what every inch of my cock felt like.
I smiled and grabbed Tom by the back of his head and jerked him towards my cockhead, “Open your mouth Tom. You mentioned earlier that you needed to get off and let me tell you that I have been thinking about this for a very long time.” I rubbed the back of Tom’s head, my fist full of his dark, curly hair.
Tom blinked as I said this and swallowed hard. His cock throbbed as he nodded his head slowly. Turning to face me, he began massaging my sack with one hand and grabbing the thick base of my cock with the other. Licking his lips he looked up at me, his crystal blue eyes meeting my green ones. After a pause he slowly opened his mouth and leaned forward….
End of Part One
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