The next day Rodrigo and Lorenzo lived like two hunks in heaven, having fun with each other and their bodies. Rodrigo had found a total top well-endowed stud, even bigger than Max. Lorenzo also had luck: after months with someone who struggled to be a bottom for him, he finally found a man who could endure all the expansion his cock caused in a hole.
The Venezuelan bodybuilder stayed in the apartment just in jockstraps, exhibiting his muscular ass. He did not give rest to the well-endowed Italian, riding and sucking him a few times in their bedroom. Unfortunately, Enrique and I did not see the scenes this time, but we became hard just imagining and hearing it.
My opportunity to be alone with Lorenzo did not happen until the next day. I finally found him on his own, after he came back from the beach. Rodrigo had gone straight from the beach to work out and Enrique had gone out to do some shopping.
Tanned, Lorenzo sat on the sofa, wearing the same red swim trunks from the first day, which indeed highlighted his enormous volume. He wanted to watch a dull soccer match, his favorite team winning without any threat. "Hey buddy, grab two beers and come here," he said.
I took one and offered him a can of beer. "Who would have guessed that all of this was going to happen this vacation?" He laughed, trying to break the ice.
We were drinking beer and watching the game in silence for a few minutes, but I could not help it: His extraordinary volume attracted me. I hated seeing myself like this.
He was the one who broke the silence. "I hope you are comfortable with everything that happened." While he was telling me this, he put the beer can near his thighs, displaying, perhaps consciously, that his cock was so thick that it could fit into the beer-can cock category. I gulped, showing that he was in control.
He continued: "I can't believe you and Enrique were like sluts for Max. Were you willing to let him fuck you?"
"I'm sorry. I am happy that things ended differently. And for that I thank you."
"It was an unexpected way for me to see your ass." As he said that, his huge cock throbbed inside his swimming trunks. "And you also satisfied your curiosity about the size of my cock." The silence took over. I could only watch his swimming trunks filling up with volume.
"Did you like seeing it hard?" he asked. I tried to play it cool. "Yes, it was nice, it's big."
Impatient, Lorenzo said he would go down to the gym. On impulse, I brought my thoughts to life. "Not only big. Your cock is huge and beautiful. I... I always wished I could have one like yours."
"You can have it... in your mouth." I froze when he suggested it. He added, "Maybe you need to look at my cock again to make a decision." I stared at his crotch. The tip of his dick was already out of the swim trunks. Fuck. It was too big to be real.
"I also want to give you compliments. Your butt is juicy, muscular. I want to kiss your ass all over." He turned me around and unbuttoned my shorts, pulling it down. He then got near my two, big, round, smooth muscle cheeks, admiring the dimples on the side of both cheeks and my tan line. "It's perfect, makes me really hard."
Nothing had ever been down there. He looked like he really loved asses. He made circular movements with his tongue, close to the butthole, reaching the entire area before massaging my hole with his tongue. I moaned a lot. He kept eating my ass, tirelessly.
The muscular Italian got up, turned me around, and kissed me, grabbing my hair. His swimming trunks were already insufficient to contain the strength of his erection. Part of his cock had already escaped his clothes.
He pushed my body toward his torso even more, so that our cocks touched each other. We were rubbing them as we kissed. He pulled his own swimming trunks down while kissing me. I was feeling all the pressure of his monster cock against mine. I decided to look below. We were so unequal in size, his beer-can thick shaft exceed mine in an unfair competition of volume. Based not only on what we were seeing, but also relying on Rodrigo's accurate verification, his cock was more than 4 times larger than mine by volume. As I was fixed on the comparison for a long time, he also looked down.
"I am happy that you are fascinated by how big it is," Lorenzo finally said. "Do you wanna feel the weight?" I consented, with a needy expression that ashamed me. He laid me facedown. Then he started to rub his big cock all over my body: my neck, my back, my thighs, my feet. I felt I was exploding. When he arrived near my hole, I protested, "Not there".
"Ok." he laughed, as if he thought it was funny that I still resisted. He got to his feet, with his gigantic rod measuring more than 10 inches pointing towards the ceiling. "Try sucking it". I opened my mouth as Lorenzo moved his cock closer to my face. Would all that fit in my mouth? The head of his cock touched my left cheek and he started to slide his alpha member all over my face, slowly, appreciating the feeling.
"Do you prefer it like that or do you like it rough?" he questioned.
"How rough would it be?" My question was followed by his actions. He gave me a hard beat in the face with that cock. I cummed wildly. I had not experienced the sensation of cumming so much in years. He was next. Squirt after squirt, he gushed his seed down my throat. I swallowed it all, hearing his moans. I never saw someone cum that much. After his last squirt, he pressed his cock head to extract his final drops. With his thick cock laying heavy on my face, the muscular Italian man smiled at me. "That was great. And risky. Enrique can arrive at any minute. He doesn't deserve you. You should really talk to Ander when he comes over. I suspect he was always into you. You would make a great couple."
This information surprised me. I always saw Ander as my best friend. Was he hiding something from me all these years?
Lorenzo was going to his bedroom to take a shower, but stopped and gave me more food for thought: "Ander knows I want to fuck your ass from day one. At first, he doubted I could do that, but I told him it had happened before. He was jealous, but now I presume he was jealous of you. Dude, he has a big crush on you. And so do I. We shouldn't be alone."
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Two hours after that, I received, on my phone, a message from Max. He wanted to see me, before going back home, to discuss personal stuff. I met him in a bar. He was handsome, with a scruffy look and a new black & grey tank top. We made some small talk, before he explained to me the real reason of that meeting.
According to him, since that now famous night, he started to meet people in apps, to heal his ego. He said, in just two days, he had fucked three men and one women, but nobody appealed to him as Rodrigo did.
"At the same time, I can't stop thinking about what Lorenzo made me do. That is all I think and dream about. It was the first time in my life I felt subjugated. Now every time I see myself naked his image comes to my mind. Everything about him was so manly. His voice, his arms, his authoritarian behavior. I jerk off thinking about the way he fucked Rodrigo. I tried to emulate that, lifting and carrying my bottoms, making them worship my big cock, but it is not the same. And the thickness of that cock, fuck..."... He made a movement with his hands indicating a large volume. "How is that even possible? I... I want to see it again."
He was really obsessed with Lorenzo's measurements. "So... what do you want me to help you with?" I asked.
"I... I wanna have with Lorenzo a kind of deal. I mean, I wanna fuck Rodrigo again. I need to re-experience what I had with my sub bodybuilder. I owned that ass, and man, what a perfect ass. But I also need to be fucked by Lorenzo. I have to. I deserve it. I am going back home in two days, but I believe this is the only way I can go back to my old self. Please arrange a meeting between them and me. I will wait for your call."
On the same evening I texted Lorenzo. He simply said he was already expecting that. He told me to invite Max to the apartment the next day. The only initial requisite would be him in jockstraps. Enrique would also have a busy night, as it was the day he had scheduled to have a dinner with potential investors to discuss legal contracts for financial applications.
Therefore, the next day, Rodrigo and Lorenzo had the apartment just for themselves. Ander was still in his family's vineyard. Enrique and I took the day to make sure everything was fine with us and decided to go together to Bilbao. He was talking about Lorenzo all the time. I remembered Lorenzo's words about Enrique and how my boyfriend was slutting himself to Max.
After dropping Enrique in the restaurant where he was going to have dinner, I picked Max up; he was wearing a white tank top, black jeans, and was pumped like a muscle beast. "I just arrived from a nearby gym." He had bought bottles of wine and seemed a little nervous. Enrique was unaware of this entire plan, as Lorenzo was tired of him.
We arrived at the apartment at 08 pm. The Venezuelan bodybuilder greeted us at the door. He looked at Max with indifference. No one would suspect they once had a sub/dom relationship. Rodrigo was wearing just a jockstrap, his ass and legs seemed even more muscular than before, probably results of an intense leg day. And then the muscular Italian stud entered the room, wearing just white soccer shorts. His long cock swayed as he walked in our directions.
We all sat in the main room, while Rodrigo served some food. Lorenzo opened the wine and poured it on our glasses. His package was at eye level. It looked incredible.
After some alcohol, it became evident that Max was jealous of Lorenzo. He asked Rodrigo how he was doing. "It's been wild. This stud is out of this world. There is no comparison with anyone."
Lorenzo then said "I am the lucky one. Look at this ass." Max salivated and started to say something, but Lorenzo interrupted. "I wanna know why you came here. The true reason. Say it without hesitating, Max."
"I... I miss him. We stayed together for a long time. I understand why he is here, I really do. I just wanna know if I could be part of a threesome, maybe something like we both fucking him. We could also fuck Fernando," he said, pointing at me. We can have a try, can't we?"
"Come here, man," the Italian man replied, talking directly to Max. Lorenzo was sitting, his legs widespread, and an inviting bulge. Max obeyed. When he got near him, Lorenzo turned him around, touched his butt, felt the fabric of his pants. Then, with a strong movement, he ripped Max's pants, revealing a red jockstrap from an expensive brand. "Great, you did your homework. Your ass is muscular and hairy." I was hard just from seeing it.
"So, a threesome, hum?" teased Lorenzo. "And what do you want me to do in this threesome?"
"I want you to fuck me with your big dick while I fuck him," he said, in a mix of relief and shame. "I also thought about double penetration. Two big cocks in his ass."
Lorenzo stood up. He reached for his own big dick inside his shorts, pulling all his inches out. It was semi soft, swinging heavy, showing off an insane amount of weight.
"FUCK, it is even bigger than how I remembered it," shouted Max.
The Italian stud walked Max to the window, put him against it, and then pinned his arms above his head.
