Date: Sun, 16 Jan 2005 08:01:28 -0500
From: Orlirz65@aol.com
Subject: Hungry for Vince (part 1)

"This is a story about my desire for a dear old friend of mine. this story
is FICTION" and does not reflect his sexual preference.. (one can only
wish)..


			     Hungry for Vince


  I had just returned to my old home town. Being gone for a few years of
touring Europe after college. My career in the travel industry had given me
the opportunity to do so, to see many places and many cultures. But now I
wanted back home. So in returning I continued my career and was able to get
a modest home in a fairly nice neighborhood near some old and dear friends.

  It had been almost 20 years since I had seen Vince. He is a good friends
nephew. Someone I had kept in touch with as much as I could throughout the
years. My friend had known that I was gay for many years. She had sent me
pictures of her family and had kept me updated on what she and they had
been doing for years. I in turn had done the same. So her family also had
known I was Gay through the letters and pictures of past lovers through the
years. When I had last seen Vince he was only about 10 years old. And he
was a runt. Through pictures I had seen him grow up. But I hadn't seen a
picture of him in a few years. So I was not prepared for the `Hunk' of man
that I standing in front of me when we met again. He was 27 now, an adult
now, 6'1" but big, about 215 pounds of solid man. With meaty arms, the
forearms lightly covered in soft light brown fur. And strong looking legs
that I could see from the shorts that he was wearing. I had forgotten he
had blue eyes, But they were beautiful, soft and kind looking. We greeted
and hugged. I could feel his muscles underneath the clothes he wore. When
he pulled away I had stolen quick glances at his body. The clothes could
barely contain his bulk. I could see he was also hairy from the fur peeping
out from the top of his open shirt. I couldn't tell if he had a package due
to the baggy shorts though, although those shorts could not hide the big
bubble butt packing the rear of them.

"Damn he's hot." Was what I thought to myself.

He was much younger than myself though. I being 10 years his senior.
6ft. tall, slim, only about 160 pounds. I met his girlfriend Myra, who I
thought was very nice, though his mother didn't care for her very much. She
is a short little thing standing next to him, about 5'2". I imagined her
lying next to him in bed, Vince wrapping those big arms around her. We
talked about old times. How crazy we were. Always getting into trouble, his
aunt, him, my sister and me. They were fun times. I found myself trying
many times to check out his crotch. But the damn shorts gave no indication,
yet when he sat down they would ride up his thighs, which I could get a
better look at his legs. Thick and covered in that soft brown fur. I
started to see myself crawling in between those thighs licking them, my
tongue washing the soft fur with saliva. My cock began to twitch in my
pants.

Weeks past. I had continued to work.

"Gotta pay for this new house." I would say to myself.

I went over to his parents house once in a while to talk to his mom Pat and
see how she was doin'. Vince had moved back with his parents about a year
ago when his roommate got married. So I would see him there if I past by
after a days work. They only lived a few blocks away. It was actually Pat
who convinced me to move there. Anyways, Vince would be sitting on the
couch at nights watching the big screen T.V. looking for sports or
something `cool' to watch, typical straight man, sports and beer. Don't get
me wrong I love sports very much myself. Not your typical gay man. But
that's all this man watched. Whenever I would see him he would always great
with a "hey" but that's all. We began to talk about sports and other things
that we had in common and I found myself enjoying his company. The
following weekend I came by to say hi to Pat and Vince. There he was
staring at the T.V. again watching baseball.

"Hey". He said.

He was sitting in the chair wearing Camouflage shorts. They went down to
his knees so it covered his hot legs. I noticed the game was one I had
wanted to see. Not a local team yet I mostly wanted to see a pitcher from
one of the teams. I sat down on the couch near Vince to watch. My pitcher
was pitching.

"That's the one". I thought to myself.

Vince got up and asked if I wanted a beer.

"Sure, Thanks". I said.

He got up and walked toward the kitchen. While he walked away I had to
check out his ass again. It looked so big as he walked away. When he came
back. He handed me the beer and went to sit down back in the chair. When he
sat down I caught a glimpse of a slight bulge on the left side. It looked
like the head of his dick, but I really couldn't be sure. I decided then to
come over more often. So we could talk about sports and stuff.

  A few weeks later I went over on Saturday because there was a race I was
interested in seeing. Hey Big screen! When I got there Vince answered the
door. He was wearing a pair of sweat shorts that were a bit skimpier than
he had worn in the past, showing his gorgeous thighs, and a t-shirt that
clung to his big frame. I on the other hand had a pair of dockers' on. I
followed him to the family room where the T.V. was. Watching his big yummy
ass strut in front of me. As we passed the kitchen he asked if I wanted a
beer. He had a case he wanted to go through.

"But of course, my friend." I said. I sat down on the couch. As he came by
he handed me the beer and went to sit down. The mounds of his ass were
making me drool.

"Hey, where's your mom and dad?" I asked.

"Oh, they will be gone most of the day. My dad had to go to the office and
work, and my mom is over at her friend's house. Bingo or something."

  As he sat it looked like his dick was poking forward in the front of his
shorts. But since the motion was too quick I wasn't sure. He looked at me
quizzically.

"What?" He asked.

" Oh nothing." I said to him.

`Shit' I thought had he caught me staring at him. I started to say
something about the race to move it along. He just smiled and turned toward
the T.V. like usual. We kept commenting back and forth about things,
sports, cars and whatever for the next few hours. With every chance I got I
would look at his body. Stealing looks at his arms, his legs which were big
and furry. The hem of the shorts riding up high enough so that I could see
most of his thighs almost all the way up to the crotch, And the crotch
which at one point he shifted in his seat and I could see the outline of
his balls. They looked pretty big, at least from my vantage. He looked at
me at one moment and I quickly turned toward the T.V.

"Want another beer." He said.

"Its okay, I'll get it, how `bout you?" I answered.

"Yeah, that'd be great."

  I got back to the room gave it to him and sat back down. I was silent for
a while just staring at the T.V.. It seemed like we had been there all
bloody day. But it's only been a few hours. But I stayed watching the T.V.
vowing not to look at him again. A little while later I had started to get
sleepy from sitting there for so long. I was about to tell him that I was
gonna go. When I turned to tell him, I looked to see that he was asleep.

"Vince, hey Vince. Dude I gotta go man."

No answer. I figured I would write him a note to let him know that I had
left. As I was getting up I glanced over at his crotch.

"Holy Shit!" I thought to myself.

Apparently while falling asleep his body moved down in his seat, which
caused his package to thrust outward. I stared in awe at the sight before
me. His legs were spread fully apart. The left one extended downward and
straight while the right was leaning up against the arm of the chair. The
shorts had ridden up so tight to his crotch. It was HUGE!. I could clearly
see the outline of his big balls as they filled the lower part of his
shorts, just inches from the cushion below. I had to get a better look. So
I moved across the couch I had been sitting in to the other side, which was
next to his chair. But in my rush my hand hit his knee, stopping in my
tracks to wait for him to wake. But he didn't move. Could he be out because
of the near case of beer we had drunk. He drank most of it though.

"Oh man" I thought.

 "Just a close look to see. He's so damn fuckin' hot. I gotta try."

So I moved in closer yet. My left hand supported by the corner table next
to me. I was now about a foot away from his crotch. His shorts were fully
packed with his equipment. I could now see lying next to his big balls and
along his left thigh was a thick tube and at the end a big round mass that
was the head of his dick. Because the shorts were pulled up so tight it was
all there to see. My dick was now raging in my pants. I had to touch it, I
thought. It's so close not to want to. So I became bolder stretching out my
right hand and reaching for the massive bulge, licking my lips as I inched
closer. My hand was just above his balls and I could feel the heat
emanating from his groin. I took a deep breath as I closed the gap and
touch the pouch of his crotch. I felt electricity run through me, a shiver
so strong that my hand twitched and hit his cock head. I pulled away
quickly and sat back hoping that I hadn't woken him. Nothing. He didn't
move. I was so quiet. I could hear him breathing peacefully and my heart
beating in my chest as it pounded furiously.  Still needing to feel that
big cock, I needed to be closer. I wanted to smell his scent. So I crouched
down between his thighs so that I was inches from the mass of flesh I
desired. Again I touched the pouch of his crotch. The heat from down there
was incredible. I felt as though it may burn a hole in my aching hand. I
gently caressed the large nut sack through the material of his shorts. I
began to rub them slowly, being careful not to apply too much pressure as
to not only awake him, but to injure those cum filled jewels. I moved my
hand to the right gently stoking the tube steak on his left thigh. It felt
so full in my hand. I felt immense pressure in my own pants at the
moment. But my cock could wait. The one in front of me was far more
important.

I now rubbed and groped his dick a little harder now. It suddenly twitched
under my hand. I drew a breath as I pulled my hand away and looked up to
his face. Still out. I looked back down and noticed that his cock was
beginning to grow, creeping down his left thigh. I reached down to grab my
on erection in my pants. I was so afraid that I might explode right
there. So I pulled my hand away from my own basket. I returned to rubbing
the dick in front of me. It twitched again. The head was beginning to
swell, getting fatter and fatter under his shorts. It kept stretching
farther down his left, moving closer to the hem of the shorts, beginning to
open a gap down between his meaty thigh and the shorts. I pulled my head
down closer to get a better look. My face was right next to his leg now. I
could felt the heat from his thigh on my face. I pressed my lips to his
leg, smelled his furry thigh, the hairs tickling my nose. I turned my head
toward his crotch, pressing my cheek on his leg. I relished in the warmth
as it filled my cheek. Meanwhile I was still stroking his member through
the shorts. I could see the fat cock head peering out through the bottom of
his shorts. It was massive. I reached for the hem, slowly pulling it up to
expose the head. The piss slit was beginning to open. At the tip of his fat
head leaked a drop of precum. I could smell it.

`I must try some' I thought, my hormones in overdrive at this moment. My
tongue slipped out of my mouth and pressed against the tip of his cock. His
body shuddered from my action. His hips thrust outward. I nearly jumped out
of my skin. I just froze in that spot.

`If he woke up now he would kill me.' I thought.

He shifted slightly, turning his head in my direction. He instinctively
grabbed at his crotch rubbing hard and pulling on it. I tried to crawl back
into my seat on the couch, trying desperately to catch my breath. I thought
my heart would stop completely. But I had tasted him. The precum was thick
and salty. But the taste had my cock raging in my pants. If it wasn't for
the shock of him possibly getting up I might have blown my pants right
off. He continued to rub at his crotch for a few more seconds. Then
stopped. His hand relaxed on his left thigh covering the head of his big
cock. I just stared at him, eyeing his beauty for several minutes. I
thought to myself.

" I really should leave now before I get myself into trouble."

As I was getting up his hand slipped down off his thigh and fell next to
him. I looked at his full basket again, and became entranced once more.

"Vince" I tried to call out again.

Nothing. I just sat there and stared for a few more moments. " God damn
it." I said softly.

"I have to suck on his cock, if it's the last thing I do."

When I thought he was out again I returned to my spot between his massive
legs. His hard on was beginning to subside by now. It had retreated back
under the shorts. Being only half as big as before.

It seemed to me that when he was hard it was a good 8 inches. But I wasn't
sure. (He is actually much bigger) I lowered my head down to his thigh
again. I began to kiss the furry trunk lightly. Then I let my tongue lick
it. I could taste his sweat. I was becoming delirious with lust. I moved up
right into his lumpy ball sack. Buried my face in it. The smell was so
intoxicating. And the fullness and heat that continued to emanate from down
there was too much. I opened my mouth and tried to inhale his balls right
through his shorts. I almost didn't care anymore what was to happen. I
moved up to the thick sausage on his thigh pressed my opened mouth along
the shaft and began to jerk him through his shorts with my mouth. I was
about to reach for the waistband of his shorts to claim my prize when I
heard a car pull up.

"FUCK!" someone was returning home. I got up from my position between his
legs and sat back down in my original position on the big couch, pretending
to be asleep.

  6 or 7 minutes later I heard his father Rick coming in from the garage.

" Hello." He shouted. "Is anyone home? Vince?"

He was shuffling around in the garage for a few more moments then came into
the family room.

"Vince, is your mom home yet?" He said as he walked in.

He looked around to see Vince and myself asleep in our respective seats. He
moved over to his son to try and wake him. At that moment I thought to
myself. Vince definitely gets his looks from his mom's side of the family,
except maybe the Jewish nose. Which he got from his dad, but it looked good
on the son. Not the father. I have known his father for years and he has
always been ugly to me. And I know his father didn't have much cock
either. Cause some years ago I being the gay man that I am still look at
crotches. Even on ugly guys. And he never had much. Besides Pat once told
me that Rick had a very small dick. Anyways he tried to wake up his son by
calling his name and even shaking him too. Then I heard him say softly.

"Like a rock as always."

So Vince did sleep like a rock. Damn I really could have gotten further if
I had tried. `Fuck me'.

I thought to myself. My only chance and I blew it.

"Hey Orly, wake up." Rick called out to me.

"Shit him too." He said.

Then he saw the 3 beer bottles in front of me. And realized that's why we
were out.  Then he walked out of the room and headed toward his own
bedroom. Ten minutes later Pat came home. Walked in to see us
asleep. Walked over to me and shook me lightly.

"Hey you wake up." She said

"Huh. Wuh?" I responded.


Looking up at her with false sleepy eyes.

I looked around.

"How long was I out?" I asked

"I don't know , I just got here myself".

"Hey Rick, are you here" She yelled across the room. He showed up at the
door.

" How long have the 2 been out?"

"I don't know" He responded. "I've been here for 20 minutes and I couldn't
get them to wake up"

  She moved over to Vince and shook him hard. Because she knew it would be
harder to get him up.

"What time is it I asked?"

"Oh about 6:30" She responded.

"Oh crap, I shouted, I've gotta go. I was supposed to call a friend of mine
in Florida."

"Hey I'll see you guys later. Okay. Oh and thank Vince for the beer for
me."

"Okay, Bye" She said. And I left.

She continued to shake Vince as I was leaving. I thought to myself `Like a
stone'.

  When I got home I ran into my room to released the pent up tension in my
balls. I shed all of my clothes and threw myself on the bed. Stroking my
raging hard on. Thinking of what I just experienced over at Pat's place
with her son. And what I could have gotten away with if I knew it was so
hard to wake that boy up, my 7 inch cock straining in my grip. I pictured
Vince sitting on the same chair stroking his big fat cock at me. I
continued to pump my rod faster. I pictured sucking on that big fat head of
dick, trying to swallow the girth of it down my throat. Slurping sounds
filled my head. As deeper and deeper in my throat he went. Then Vince grabs
my head in his big hands and cramming the full length of dick down my
gullet.

"Bitch, take that cock down your throat. Suck me good with that mouth of
yours." He'd yelled.

Vince fucking my face, his thick cock disappearing down my mouth. Faster
and faster he went. Then I would grab at Vince's balls, tugging on them,
trying to milk them. Vince then yells.

"Take my load!"  Squirting his seed down my throat. I could see cum
dribbling out the sides of my mouth. That was all for me. I shoved 2
fingers up my ass, no lube. I winched from the sharp pain of my
actions. But it caused me to explode.

"AAAAAGGHH!!" I screamed as my cock shot 4 volleys into the air. i was now
hungry for Vince...

Orlirz...2005

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