I remember a couple of friends left us at the bar. No big deal, though...they were headed down the street to listen to a band at this other club. Marty leaned closer, grinning, "I wish you could whip it out and fuck my throat right here."
I nodded, "Wish I could, too...but it might be too much...too much for some of the people in this place." Then I laughed, "You need to be careful...you could get the reputation that you're easy. If I'm gonna get lucky, I should at least treat you to dinner and a movie...or buy you a fuckin' beer."
Then he grinned, continuing the sexy teasing, "Well, I am easy, and you can plan on getting lucky...why don't you take me home and buy me that beer there." He laughed, "It's fat cock Friday! I wanna feel that big thing throbbing in my hands...wanna swallow a load...and then have you fuck me stupid and fill me with the second!"
I shook my head, laughing, "You are horny as fuck...but fat cock Friday? Where did that come from?"
"Whenever I visit Paige at school, it's always Friday afternoon when I land, and that's what she calls it."
I reached under the bar and discreetly stroked a hand over his crotch, almost whispering in his ear, "I feel some fat cock Fridays, right here...and it sounds like I'm buying when we get home...and I plan to fuck you stupid, but you have to give me load or two."
He grinned, "As a man with a reputation, you can bet I'm never turning that down."
After that exchange, all I could do was think about his bulging crotch and how it felt...and the way his jeans hugged that beautiful ass. I couldn't wait to get his clothes off. We talked all the way home, but Marty filled my thoughts, as much as he filled out those jeans.
We'd just gotten back from the bars, and I handed him a beer...I still owe you dinner and a movie, but I guess I don't have to tell you what I'm interested in right now." I took it out, and grinned, "I think this speaks for itself...what do you think?"
As it bounced free, Marty smiled and took it in his lips. We were going at it, hot and heavy...he was on the bed, and on his back, with his head nestled in my hands, "Yeah, relax it...I'm goin' all the way...ahhhh...god yeah...give me...give me that throat."
Head hanging off the bed, he was ready for a good throat fucking. Watching his chest rise and fall as he pulls in air...with sexy gasps, I was in complete control. I could tease his nipples...slide my hands over his muscled pecs and those dreamy abs...and best of all...I could jack his big dick, while thrusting my girth down his throat.
"I love it when you're on your back and ready for me...mmmm...drooling and worshipping my cock...ready to be used like a fuck toy." Slowly pushing into his throat, all the way down to the base, "There it is...take it all." Mmmm, it felt so good, I paused there, to soak it up.
When I started, working it through his lips...fucking his throat, "Ahhhh...ahhhh...ahhhh fuckkkkk...work it...work it...yeah, work my dick!"
I was so fucking turned on, slowly pumping my dick in and out of his throat. Going all the way in and nearly all the way out...losing myself in Marty's mouth.
Grinding my cock deep, had him rock hard and hovering over his abs; it was big, girthy and long, nearly touching his naval. I reached out and wrapped my fist around the shaft. Manly energy pulsed through the flesh, and I spoke, "Is this what you needed...you love it in your throat, don't you dude?" I paused with my dick deep in his throat, "Just nod your...nod your head and tell me you love it."
Of course, he nodded his head; he loved cock. After the first time he sucked cock, Marty was hooked...he had a girlfriend, but he had me, too...his boyfriend.
I kept humping his face, savoring the grip of his lips and the tight caress of his throat. "Yeah...yeah...yeah...yeah, work that cock...work it good...uhhhh...uhhhh...work...work it!"
About ten minutes had passed, and I was trailing my hand over his chest. I was playing with his nipples, and admiring the way they crowned his pecs...when I heard a knock on the bedroom door, with my roommate whispering, "I need a favor."
Obviously, Marty couldn't answer, and I responded, "Little busy...what's up?"
He cracked the door, "Can I watch? Chrissie's been out of town for over a week...and you all are better than porn." A little annoying, but we had grown accustomed to Adam's voyeurism...and it was sort of hot to have a spectator.
"I know I'm no hot Trail Girl, but I'm horny as fuck!" (The backstory: we told Adam all about a hot encounter we had while hiking, with a hot "Trail Girl" watching...if you're interested, check out "Over the Trail and through the Woods")
I was ready to say yes, but then Marty attempted to nod, and I turned, "It's cool...get in here."
"Jezzzzus...he can take all of it! My girlfriend would never get it that far down...doubt she'd even try. Fucccckkk...you can see it move in his throat!"
He was mesmerized with that and rubbing his dick through his pants, but then he spotted Marty's dick, "Fuckkkkk...you two are both hung! Dude, this is way better than porn!"
He went to loosen his belt, but caught himself, "Sorry dude, can I...um...bate...and watch?"
I was curious about where things were headed. Adam considered himself straight, but he was bi-curious, and liked to tease us some. That's pretty much what guys do, but if you put some dick porn in front of him, he'd pop a boner every time. We were all fairly open about it all, and we gave him all the voyeurism he could possibly handle; his girlfriend even joined him once or twice, gawking from the bedroom door. I guess we all enjoyed the random encounters and I said, "Sure...enjoy the show."
I couldn't help but check him out; he was a good-looking guy, with a medium build...and average down there. Not big...not small, a nice-looking cock.
It got to the point where I felt my balls talking, and pulled out, "Fuck...Marty...need to push things back! You're too good...I almost lost it.
He grinned with pride, "That's fine...you know I love your nut."
Trying to delay the release I was slapping my dick in my palm, "I know ya do...just don't wanna cum yet."
Adam was quiet, pumping a little slower, but very focused on what I had in my hands, "Damn...yer big...but who's bigger?"
Yeah, he was still wanting to talk, when I was in the middle of sex with my boyfriend, but the distraction probably helped me delay things. Anyway, I responded, "Well...if you look...were the same...almost exactly the same...same size...same shape." I grinned, "He's my brother from another mother!"
"What? You're stepbrothers!"
"No, jerk off...we just have the same dick...check it out."
That's when he reached out like he was going to grab my dick, "Sorry, I've seen it hard before, but not this close...can I...um...hold it?"
