This Hole Really Needs To Be Filled...Don't You Think?
My name is William, I'm 34, a certified medical technician for ambulatory medical emergencies. I love my job and make pretty good money. I'm white male, about 6' 2"s tall, and 190 lbs. I have a moderately hairy chest, a defined torso, not a six pack mind you, but it's tight and toned, with no flab. I belong to a gym and work out regularly, plus I play in a men's softball league. So yea, I'm in pretty good shape.
I got an almost 8" cut cock, and while it's not the longest in the world, I have been told by more than one lover that it has extraordinary girth. Many lovers have told me, it's way thicker than any other cock they have ever seen. Facially, I modestly think I'm considered better than average and I have no trouble meeting women or getting into a sexual relationship with them. I'm going through a divorce, but it's amicable, as we still get along pretty good. My wife got the house and I'm living in an apartment complex temporarily.
Apartment life is okay, but I will buy another house hopefully in the near future. There's this one unusual tenant I have seen several times walking around the complex. He's what I call a "twink boy", mid 20ish I'm guessing, obviously gay, which I'm totally cool with. To each his own, I'm not homophobic. Still, not my thing. I have never been with a man and have no desire to explore that avenue. I believe he lives 2 or 3 doors down the hall from me as I see him often. He's a little standoffish. He always stares at me intently when he sees me, and when I give him a polite hello, he seems to blush and nervously scurry away.
Last week, I was in the communal pool chilling, just hanging on the edge, as I had just finished several laps and was catching my breath. Here he comes, twink boy, walking the way he does, which seems so feminine that it's almost funny to me. He's got this unmanly gait that reminds me of a female walking and posing on a model's runway. Just too delicate if that makes sense.
Facially, he's overly pretty for a man, almost too pretty if you know the type. His longish dark black hair is parted in the middle and hangs loosely on the sides of his face, always causing him to brush it back out of his eyes. He was wearing what I assumed were a large pair of women's sunglasses, definitely not a man's pair. He had on the most scandalous skimpy neon pink bathing suit I had ever seen. The back barely covered his huge butt cheeks. It looked like a woman's bikini bottom stuffed with the biggest, plumpest and firmest butt you could ever imagine on a man. His ass was especially noticeable as he was so skinny from the waist up. Probably 5' 10"s tall and around 160 lbs. His thighs were extremely thick and toned, which made his rear end look even more pronounced.
With his matching pink flip flops, he was almost advertising shamelessly who he was and what he had to offer if anyone was interested. The front of his bikini bottom jutted forward, bulging like it was stuffed with one of those small skinny soda cans. Either this kid was really well hung, or had a semi erection, or he had stuffed something in his bathing suit. The material was so tight and stretched you could almost guess he was circumcised.
He had a little dainty gold earring, dangling low from one ear, and with his lips so full and red, I swear it looked like he had lipstick on them. As he walked towards a lounge chair, not paying attention to where he was going, instead staring at me through his dark lenses, he stumbled in a large hole in the cement that had been there since I moved in. That hole had caught my foot once before and should have been fixed, as it was an accident waiting to happen.
As he fell to the ground dropping his phone on the cement, and his sunglasses went flying, he let out a little girlish yelp. I quickly waded through the pool over to the edge to him, while he was still on his hands and knees trying to compose himself. His big butt was facing me, maybe just 2 to 3 feet from me. I saw a tattoo of a red devil with a pitchfork on his lower back, just above his bikini line. As his little bikini bottom got drawn up tight into this ass cheeks from stumbling, I marveled at how smooth and hairless his ample, well rounded, firm ass was. Not a man's hairy butt by any means, but it looked like a young girl's ass, so smooth, tender and hairless. Barely the soft whisper of peach fuzz on it glistened in the sun.
"Hey buddy, are you okay? That fucking hole. It got me a couple of weeks ago. They need to fix it." I offered.
Startled by my voice, then looking over his shoulder coyly, with his rear end less than a yard from my face, he said to me almost seductively with just the slightest twinge of a lisp, "This hole really needs to be filled, don't you think?"
As he said that, he seemed to put an emphasis on the words "this hole" and I thought I actually saw him shake his butt flirtatiously at me. Maybe it was my imagination, but I was pretty sure what I saw.
The way he said it, I swear, it almost sounded like an invitation to fill his hole, more than a reference to the hole in the cement. Maybe it was my imagination, but to me, there may have been a definite hidden meaning to his comment. Was this guy coming on to me?
I told him my name and also stated that I was a certified EMT, asking him in my most professional voice, if he thinks he sprained his ankle or knee.
"I'm okay, I think. My knee is bleeding a little. I'm so embarrassed. I was distracted." he giggled. "I'm Chris, but everybody calls me Chrissy. I think I'm gonna go inside and find a band aid."
After he limped off and went back to his apartment, I called it a day and got out of the pool. I went back to my apartment, took a hot shower and put on my bath robe. I was thinking of ordering a pizza when there was a knock at my door.
It was Chris, or Chrissy as he said I should call him. He was still wearing those pink bikini bottoms, his matching pink flip flops but now had on a tight yellow t-shirt, that didn't even cover his skinny waist. His feminine little torso and tummy was on full display.
"William, I'm sorry to bother you. Do you have a band aid I can borrow. I don't have any medical supplies and you said you were an EMT." he asked so innocently.
"Of course, why don't you come in and I'll get some supplies for you." I directed him.
When I came back with some anti bacterial spray and some band aids, Chrissy was sitting on the couch.
"Let me do it, I'm a professional." I laughed trying to ease the tension. As I wiped his tiny scrape with a warm soapy wash clothe, he actually whimpered like a little girl. "Come on Chrissy, that doesn't hurt does it?" I teased him.
"A little bit, but you're the expert, so thanks for saving my life." he smiled and giggled nervously. As I sprayed his knee with the medication and applied a band aid on his tiny scrape, he giggled again and said, "How can I ever repay you?"
My bath robe had drawn up to mid thigh on my leg as Chrissy boldly placed his hand on my knee. His hand was soft and warm as I felt an immediate stirring in my cock. He held it there for more than a few moments as it kind of shocked me, but I didn't push it away or tell him to stop.
"Is there anything I can do to return the favor." he said almost seductively, as he now squeezed my knee tentatively gauging my reaction. While his hand slid just a little further up my inner thigh, I was becoming aroused. I should have stopped him right then and there, but I didn't. Frozen, I couldn't help myself as we now just stared at each other, neither of us even speaking. Like they say, you could cut the tension with a knife, but my cock was swelling.
I definitely had a full erection now that had become an obvious visible tent under my bathrobe. I hadn't been laid in two weeks and I guess I was really horny. Breaking new ground, I thought to myself, that I was willing to take a blowjob if that's what he was offering. I just leaned back into the couch almost nonverbally offering my cock to him.
Chrissy boldly spread my robe wide open, exposing my erection. I saw his eyes open widely, as he just stared, fixating on my cock, "Oh Lord Jesus, you have a very fat cock. That is by far the thickest cock I have ever seen. Mother Nature surely blessed you. That is what I call a jaw breaker and a booty hole buster, but I do love a challenge." he snickered hungrily.
There have been many times in my life where I've had a "regular erection", and those rare other times when I had a "nail driver erection". You guys know the latter, when your cock is so extra hard that it is completely unyielding like a piece of granite. The type of erection that points at the ceiling, so stiff and inflexible that it resemble a merciless weapon. One of those unrelenting and unwavering boners that could put an eye out if you're not careful. That was what I had that day.
Chrissy gushed and almost squealed as he wrapped his dainty soft hands around it. Feeling it's temper and heft, he just squeezed and weighed it deftly in his petite hands. Just staring and admiring what I was offering to him, he blabbered more admiration, "I adore your big fat cock, I truly do love a challenge. I love to throat a big cock, and while yours might be difficult, please let me try." he almost pleaded.
I just sat there anxiously awaiting what would come next as he lowered his plump full lips and enveloped just the tip. He had to stretch his mouth obscenely wide so those sweet soft lips would allow entry. So soft, so warm he nursed on just the tip getting acclimated to my girth. He mewled and whimpered softly as he struggled on my thickness. Once he had mastered the tip, he slobbered down the shaft as far as he dared. When it touched his throat opening, I relished in the little gags and sputters he made. That always turned me on when a woman choked and retched on my cock, and Chrissy was no exception. I loved the little noises that he emitted as he fought to consume my cock in his throat.