I hadn't seen Gracie since our old college days at MIT. It had been nearly 5 years since we both shared our love of men and our goals and dreams for the future. Gracie had since snagged herself a handsome husband and now lived on a 300 acre farm in Montana, miles from her nearest neighbor. I on the other hand was single and still very horny. Gracie picked me up at the Bozeman airport and we drove the 75 miles to her place where I was to stay and visit for two weeks and finally meet her husband, Luke. "Luke is a good guy," Gracie said proudly. "He may seem a little old fashioned, but, he treats me well, and I do love him." I was anxious to meet the handsome Luke. From his pictures he looked like a real corn fed all American stud farmer. Luke was 6'3" and muscular from all the hard work that was required on their farm. Being a city boy, I looked forward to being in the big sky country communing with nature and getting acquainted with the farm life.
By the time we rolled into the farm it was already late. Luke had just got in from the day's grueling work of mending fences and rounding up stray livestock. Upon meeting him I was taken aback by his rugged good looks and his macho demeanor. He was far more handsome and more muscular than I had imagined. I could tell I was in for a real treat having this eye candy to fantasize over during my stay. Luke gave me a cursory look and boomed, "What in the hell took you so long?" he demanded of Gracie. "You should have been here hours ago and now I have to wait on dinner!" Luke seemed genuinely upset about being inconvenienced. "Get me a beer and make sure it's cold." Without a word Gracie disappeared into the kitchen and I was left hanging in the front room with a man who was clearly not happy with me nor his wife.
"I heard you fags like big dicks," Luke boomed in his deep macho voice. His remark caught me completely off guard. What could I say to that? My stomach started to churn and my heart began to race. I should have had some quick smart ass come-back, or, some kind of plausible form of denial. I should have acted indignant. I should have walked out of the room with disgust. I should have been offended. At the very least, I should have apologized for Gracie being late. Instead my eyes darted to the large denim bulge between his thick legs. "You fags like big dicks," was still ringing in my ears and I was now staring at his huge crotch. It was clear Luke was a big man all over. The denim of his jeans was a little more worn around his big mound of flesh as if the strain on the cloth was too much for the material to contain.
I was imagining that the force of his cock and hefty balls would push through the frayed material and pop into view at any moment. I absently licked my lips and suddenly realized that I was still focused on his crotch when I should have been looking at his eyes. I quickly tried to regain my composure and looked back into Luke's handsome face only to see his sexy and oh so masculine smirk looking down at me. I had been caught transfixed by his heavenly bulge and my face turned bright red as I hung my head and averted my eyes. He had found me out with just one sentence. "You fags like big dicks." I was humiliated. I was embarrassed. I was at a total loss for words. Unfortunately, I could also feel a tingling in my groin as I realized my dick was beginning to swell. So I said nothing. I sat in the chair across from Luke in complete silence until Gracie returned.
"Here's your beer," she said sweetly. "And it's cold the way you like it.
The rest of the evening as we ate dinner and sat in the family room talking, I found myself glancing at the fine specimen of a man meat that was stuffed in Luke's worn blue jeans. It was if I was hypnotized by the over-sized lump in his pants. When he got up to grab a magazine I marveled at the way the cloth of his jeans rode across his muscular ass, and when he sat back down on the couch I watched as the material tightly stretched over the thick slabs that were his muscular thighs. Thighs that were framing the manly bulge between his legs. I tried my best to keep my glances quick and secretive. Looking only when I thought no one would notice, but, every once in a while Luke would reach down and cup the massive bulge in the palm of his big hand and it would draw my eyes back to his crotch. He knew what he was doing.
He knew the effect that is was having on me. He was a blatant cock tease and I was his captive audience. I was at his mercy. I was frustrated, and my dick was in constant turmoil. I would find myself thinking about my best friend's husband's cock and the frustration of knowing how wrong it would be to make a move on this stunning man. It could cost me Gracie's friendship if she found out, or worse yet, it could result in being killed by this macho stud sitting across from me if he thought a fag was interested in blowing him.
After Gracie and I talked a while, Luke said, "Gracie, go into the bedroom and get ready for bed. I'll be in a bit." Gracie obediently left the room leaving the two of us alone. "Get me a beer Bob, Luke demanded." It was an order, not, a request. It pissed me off that he could treat me like I was his slave and not his guest, but I was stuck out here in the middle of nowhere. He had already made it clear that he was in control. It was his house and clearly he was the king of his castle, so I sucked up the insult and got him a beer. I made damn sure it was a cold one!
When I came back into the room Luke had shucked off his pants and was sitting naked on the couch. "You ready to see if you can take my big dick fag?" He spread his legs wide giving me full view of the package I had been dreaming of since I had arrived. I was dumbfounded. I stood there with my mouth open. Why was he treating me so mean, like I was subservient to him, like I was someone or something to do his bidding? Before I had a chance to organize my thoughts Luke growled, "Now sit down between my legs and show me how much of my big dick you can swallow." I hesitated. I mean it was true. I had been thinking all evening about his dick. I really couldn't think of much of anything else. My focus all night was about what he had hidden his pants. It was playing havoc with my mind. I had trouble following the conversations during dinner. I was completely distracted.
But, then I also thought, what if Gracie came out and saw me servicing her man. I would lose my best friend forever and for what, a quick suck job? While I was contemplating the repercussions of blowing this stud, I couldn't take my eyes off the size of his meat. His large balls were hanging loosely on the sofa like a couple of chicken eggs in most amazing low hanging sack. His dick was at least a thick six inches in its flaccid state. He had plenty of foreskin hanging over his dickhead as it hung over the edge of the couch. The loose skin clearly outlined the big head that was still concealed by the excess man skin. Clearly this is what a real man had in his pants. There was no doubt that Luke was a real man.
My stomach began to feel queasy and I began to feel nervous and my heart began racing. My mouth went dry, but, I couldn't tear my eyes away from his beautiful meat. My dick had become rock hard even though it was trapped uncomfortably down the leg of my trousers. While I was deciding whether I should take the chance of being caught having his beautiful masculine cock in my mouth, Luke reached up with his huge arm and grabbed my shoulder and pulled me down to my knees. As I knelt there between his thick thighs my mind was racing.
Should I take a chance with the dick of my dreams and possibly lose my college friend forever or should I get up right now and leave the room. Luke reached behind my head and pulled me closer to his crotch. I only needed this little bit of encouragement and I forgot all about Gracie. I knew full well that this was wrong, but I felt powerless to fight it. I was staying. There was no way I was going to walk out. So, I gave in to my desires and leaned forward and put my face next to his manhood and took a deep whiff of his cock and balls. I instantly felt dizzy and overwhelmed by the pure masculinity of his package. The manly aroma that was created from having his man meat trapped all day in those beautiful pants was intoxicating. By this point I knew I was going to swallow him whole. I need to have this tube of male meat snake down my throat. I absolutely needed to suck the cum out of his balls.
