Date: Tue, 29 Oct 2019 12:26:04 -0400
From: faultyfurnace@gmail.com
Subject: Straight Guys Having Fun

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       I used to work with this guy named Greg, who I became pretty good
friends with over the course of a year. He was a super gregarious guy,
always cracking jokes and laughing infectiously, and most nights that we
worked together we would end up going over to the bar. Usually it was
pretty empty but this night in particular it was very crowded, filled with
drunk men and women carrying on and being loud as hell. Greg and I ended up
practically smooshed into the corner, pounding back our beers and
chainsmoking cigarettes close enough to each other that I was able to smell
his sweat and even feel his hot breath in my face as we chatted back and
forth. We worked in a kitchen that didn't have good enough air conditioning
so we had both sweated a lot that night. I've never really been turned on
by other guys, but there was something about the bond we had and the
physical closeness that had my stomach feeling a little knotted, almost in
excitement.
	After around 3 beers each, we both had to piss, so we pushed our
way through the crowds towards the bathroom. It was a cramped little room,
barely big enough for a sink, a toilet stall, and one piss trough, big
enough for 3 guys. We sidled up to the trough and pulled down our
pants. Glimpsing over, I could see that he tucked his shorts and underwear
underneath his balls. His balls were much bigger than mine, nearly the size
of limes, and hung down in a very hairy, wrinkled ballsac. I was pleased to
note that my cock was bigger though, easily beating his in its soft state
by 3 inches or so, although his did seem to be a bit thicker at the base. I
also noticed he was uncut, an observation which gave me a sort of thrill of
curiosity. Maybe it was the beer, but I found myself wondering how it felt
to have foreskin, and how it might feel to play with it. Glancing down at
my own cock, I noticed I was beginning to chub up a little as I finished my
stream, and hastily tucked myself back in, moving over to the sink to wash
my hands. Beside me, Greg was finishing up his piss as well, sending out
the last spurts in little pushes and sighing as he did so. He had a deep
voice because of his big barrel chest, and there was something about the
timbre in his voice that sent a little thrill up my spine.
	We forced our way back up to the bar and ordered a couple shots of
tequila each, quickly dispatching them before getting another beer. By now
the bar crowd was starting to thin out a little but there were still a good
amount of people. We made our way into one of the back rooms where there
was a small dancefloor and probably 10 or 15 people all dancing. We decided
that seemed liked fun so we made our way onto the floor. In short time we
both found ourselves dancing with a couple girls, grinding up against their
asses and moving in time to the music. I looked over at Greg and smiled at
him as he grinned and stuck up his thumb. It looked like we might be
getting lucky tonight! But unfortunately before I knew it Greg's girl
grabbed her friend who I was dancing with and they rushed off the
dancefloor towards the bathroom. Greg looked crestfallen when I glanced
over at him, and I was able to see he was tenting his shorts a little, as
was I. He moved over towards me, leaning in close to my ear.
	"Couple of cockteases, man!" he shouted. I just shook my head in
agreement and hooked my thumb over to the bar. He nodded and we went over
to the bar to grab another drink.
	"Dude that fucking suck," I said. "Thought I was gonna get lucky
tonight!"
	"Me too buddy. Look, I'm still boned up over it," he said, pointing
at his crotch. There was still a noticeable swelling there.
	"Fuck, me too," I said, groping myself and squeezing my stiff cock
lightly. "Whatever, man. Guess it'll just have to be our hands tonight." He
laughed at that.
	"Hell, I might as well be dating my hand at this point dude." Our
shots arrived on the bar and we cheered, pounding them back.
	"Hey dude, you wanna get out of here and go back to my place? I got
some weed and some blow, and some more alcohol I think."
	"Dude, that sounds perfect," I said. We settled up our tabs and
headed out into the warm summer night. I hadn't felt that drunk when we
were inside, but as soon as we started walking I could feel it hitting
me. I guess four beers and three shots in a couple hours would have been a
lot for anyone, though, and I could tell from Greg's slightly slurred voice
and stumbling walk that he was feeling the effects too. Greg only lived
about five blocks from the bar, so we arrived at his front porch in no
time. He fumbled with the keys a little bit, dropping them once, before he
managed to get the door unlocked. I'd been to his apartment plenty of
times, and it was about what you'd expect from a sloppy straight guy, and
pretty much the same as my place. The living room had a big, beat up couch,
probably salvaged from a trash day, facing a big TV complete with xbox,
playstation, and stack of games. The floor was covered in a layer of dirty
clothes, beer cans, and cigarette packs, with a small path through the mess
headed towards the kitchen and the hallway where his bathroom and bedroom
were, as well as the door to the basement. The small space was hot, and
filled with the stink of a dirty guy, undercut with the smell of nicotine,
weed, and booze.
	"Lemme go get the party supplies," he grinned at me, retreating
into his bedroom. He popped his head out and gestured me in with a wide
grin on his face. Entering his bedroom I was even more overpowered by the
smell, a musky sweatiness filling my nose. His bed was lying on the floor
in one corner, piled with clothes, and dirty clothes lay strewn all over
the floor, underwear and socks crumpled up everywhere. He had a small desk
on one side of the room, and a beat up looking wardrobe with a mirror on
the other. The walls had a a few posters hung up, but the defining look of
the place was pretty slobbish. Not that I was judging, at the time I pretty
much lived the same way. Not having a roommate helps keep one lazy.
	Greg was standing by the wardrobe, a big blunt lay on the top next
to two fat lines of coke, along with some more in a little baggy. He
produced a dollar bill that he rolled up, and then bent over to do his
line. He snorted it up and handed the bill to me. As soon as I started to
blow it I could tell that this was strong stuff, and pure, because I almost
immediately got the familiar buzz.
	"Damn dude!" I said to him. "This shit is fucking good!" He
grinned.
	"Fuck yeah it is man, I'm feeling it already. Let's go get a drink
and spark this fucker," he said, holding up the blunt. We stumbled into the
living room, with him veering off to the kitchen to grab a half full handle
of whiskey. We flopped down onto the couch and he sparked the blunt. We
passed it back and forth, along with the handle of whiskey, progressively
getting more stoned and fucked up. I was really buzzing from the coke by
this point, and I could tell he was as well.
	"Good drugs man," I said, coughing a little on the harsh weed
smoke.
	"Thanks buddy. I buy only the finest!"
	"Can I throw you some money for this shit?"
	"Nah, you'll get me back somehow."
	"Cool. What do you wanna do man? I'm fucked up but this coke has me
wide awake."
	"Fuck, same here man. Wanna go play some darts? I have a board in
the basement."
	"As long as you're ready to get your ass beat," I said. We headed
towards the basement door, grabbing the whiskey and the coke. A rickety set
of stairs with peeling paint led to the dusty floored basement, unfinished
and low ceilinged. The only furnishings down here were a couch that was
even more beat up than the one upstairs, a dirty glass-topped coffee table
cluttered with beer cans and an overflowing ashtray, a dart board on one
wall, and a single toilet. The basement toilet was actually a pretty common
occurrence in this city, although this one was a little unusual in that it
was almost smack dab in the middle of the room, simply sitting against a
brick column.
	Greg grabbed the darts, handing me three of them, and we started a
game, drunkenly shit talking each other every time we missed, which was not
rare considering our state. In the end I ended up beating him, though very
narrowly, which I took no small pleasure in rubbing in his face. Although
the basement was cooler than the rest of the apartment, we'd still worked
up a bit of a sweat, probably the coke combined with just the movement of
the darts. It's a particular kind of miserable in those Summer nights so
hot the lightest exertion can break a sweat. I noticed Greg's armpits were
soaked, and his face had visible beads of sweat on it.
       "Fuck it's hot" he said, andjust pulled his shirt off. "Feel free to
do the same, man," he said to me. I shrugged, and pulled my shirt off as
well. I was used to hanging out with my buddies being half naked, having
done sports most of my life, so it wasn't too weird, but it was a new thing
for Greg and I. I took the opportunity to check him out the same way all
guys do in the locker room or shower. He was a little taller than me and
nicely toned, his pecs looking firm and defined but with a little bit of
padding. His stomach was the same, wide but with a little bit of a belly,
and covered in soft looking brown fur. I noticed the hair fanned out more
and got thicker as it approached the waistband of his basketball shorts,
but otherwise his chest was smooth save for a little swirl of hairy around
his large pink nipples. I on the other hand had a heavy coating of hair all
over my chest, which I could see he was looking at. It made me feel weirdly
proud that I was hairier than him, like I was more masculine or something.
	"Let's do another bump," he said, grinning at me. I just grinned
back.
	"Fuck it man, we're both off tomorrow." He pumped his fist.
	"All right!" He moved over and sat down on the couch, grabbing the
coke and little mirror he'd brought downstairs and quickly portioning out a
couple lines, smaller than the first ones but still substantial. I noticed
there was still more in the bag. He held up the mirror to me.
	"Winners first," he said.
	"Thanks buddy." I took the mirror and blew the line, again feeling
an almost instantaneous rush as it hit me, and handed it back to him. He
blew his, theatrically throwing his head back and sighing loudly as it hit
him.
	"Fuuuck man, that feels fucking good," he moaned, almost sounding
orgasmic. I don't know what it was, but there was something about him
shirtless, his eyes closed, with that tone in his voice that had my cock
twitching.
	"Yeah man, I'm flying," I managed to say. "That coke is good shit."
He was still lying there hishead resting on the back of the couch and his
eyes closed. Looking at him, shirtless, legs spread open, I felt another
twinge in my groin. I was confused, as I'd seen plenty of shirtless guys
and even naked guys in the locker room and showers throughout high school
and college and never felt anything but a sort of comparative interest. But
looking at Greg had me feeling all sorts of confusing things, and I tried
to get my mind off it.
	"How about another game of darts buddy?" I said to him. He cracked
his eyes and looked at me.
	"Sounds good man, I just gotta piss first." He stood up from the
couch and walked over to the toilet, only about 5 feet from me, and pulled
his shorts down. He must have been pretty fucked up by this point, because
his shorts almost completely dropped down, exposing to my view not just his
cock but his ass, which I noted was large and muscular, cleft by a dark
hairy crack. I could see his cock, probably a good four inches with a
wrinkled shaft, a heavy profusion of hair crowning the thick root and
spreading out over his thighs and hips. His enormous balls hung down in
their hairy sac, fully relaxed in the heat of his house and drooping easily
seven inches down. Fuck. This wasn't helping with my confusing feelings at
all. I could feel my cock definitely start to rise. I nervously looked
aside as he finished up his piss, the loud splashing of urine in the bowl
petering out and replaced with a loud sigh and the flush of the bowl. I
looked back over at him.
	"Fuck that feels better! Let's do this, man," he said, turning
towards me as he pulled up his shorts and underwear, giving me a full on
view of his cock. I couldn't help but notice it looked a lot thicker from
this angle, and his balls seemed even bigger. He must have caught me
looking because when I looked back up at him he was looking right at me and
smiling.
	"Enjoying the show?" He asked. I blushed but hope he didn't see.
	"Dude you're the one who just whipped it out," I said, laughing and
hoping my nervousness wouldn't come through. "Let's just play the game
man." He just laughed and we breezed through another game, which he won,
but I ultimately won the match with the third game.
	"Sorry man," I said, patting him on the back and lightly rubbing
his shoulder. "I guess I'm just better at darts than you, even though you
have a board in your basement."
	"Dude, whatever," he said, his tone a perfect mix of annoyance and
lightheartedness. "I bet I'm better at a lot of things than you."
	"Oh yeah? Name one," I said.
	"Well, I bet I'm better at jacking off than you." My mouth went a
little dry when he said that, and I felt blood rush to my cock. I wondered
what he was getting at.
	"Dude, how would you even judge something like that?" I scoffed at
him.
	"Well, I guess it would have to be based on a few factors," he
pondered, almost philosophically. "The distance of the shot of cum, for
one. Then amount of cum, I guess."
	"And you'd have to account for different lengths of cocks," I said,
deciding to play along with this. "Have a starting line, nobody's head can
go over it."
	"Yeah," he laughed, "And just to level the playing field make
everyone jack off, like, an hour before the main event, so no one can edge
to advantage!" We both just fell into drunken laughter at that, thinking
about some sort of cum Olympics with rigorous standards like that. As it
was fading, and we were catching the breath, Greg cleared his throat and
started to talk.
	"Dude, all this talk has me a bit boned up." I looked over at him,
and saw one of his hands was resting on his crotch. I felt my own cock,
which had been semi hard for at least the past hour, swell a little more.
	"Me too man..." I didn't know what else to say, afraid of my own
feelings and what his reaction might be if I betrayed them. We sat in
silence for a few moments, lightly groping ourselves and finishing our
cigarettes. Greg leaned over the dirty coffee table and stubbed out his
smoke.
	"Well here's what I say, man," he said, slapping his thighs as he
started to stand up. "I say we finish off this whiskey," shaking the almost
empty bottle, "and go watch some porn."
	"Uhh sure man, I guess I could do that." My head was swimming,
either from the coke or the weed, or the whiskey, or maybe just the thought
of jerking off with Greg.
	"'I guess I could do that,' don't be a pussy, man. We all jerk off,
why be shy about it?" he said, lightly mocking me. He had a point
though. And if we were watching porn with a chick in it my boner wouldn't
seem out of the ordinary around him, though the more I thought about it the
more I was realizing this erection was for Greg. He took a swig, and handed
me the bottle.
	"Bottom's up man," I said, grinning at him and draining the
handle. We went back upstairs and I sat back down on the couch while Greg
went to grab his computer. He came back in and sat down, quite close to me,
setting the computer on the coffee table in front of us and pulling up
Pornhub.
	"Dude, this is one of my favorite videos," he said, as a video
began of a girl with huge tits in the middle of a blowjob. She was doing a
really good job of it, it looked like, real nice and slobbery, just the way
I like it, and gagging on it as she bobbed up and down, something that
never failed to get me hard. Every once in a while she would pull off and
trap the guy's dick in between her boobs, using them to jack him off. It
was a hot fucking video and I know I'd go crazy if a girl did that for
me. As the video went on I found myself noticing the guy more and more,
finding myself more interested in his admittedly hung cock, the way he
groaned when his balls were being played with, even the swirl of hair on
his stomach. In fact, in terms of his body hair he looked like Greg, mostly
smooth save for his stomach and bush and a little bit of hair around each
fat pink nipple.
	"Fuck man," I drunkenly whispered.
	"I know, right?" I glanced over at him, my eyes quickly darting
down to his crotch. By now he was fully tenting the thin fabric of his
shorts, openly groping it in front of me.
	"Looks like you're in the same boat, buddy," he said, grinning at
me and looking down at my own tented shorts. "Whaddaya say we lose the
pants? Porn's good for one thing, right?" I just gulped, and nodded a
little. Fuck. What was I getting myself into. He just drunkenly grinned at
me and lifted his ass as he hooked his thumbs in the waistband and pulled
down his shorts and underwear, kicking them over into one of the other
piles of clothes on the floor. His rather stubby little cock had hardened
out into a super thick slab of smooth, columnar flesh, thickest in the
middle and tapering to a bullet shaped, pink glans, actively weeping
precum, the smell of which immediately hit my nose. His huge balls spilled
out below the huge cock, pooling on the couch in the loose, wrinkly sac.
	Snapping to attention, I quickly lifted my own ass and pulled down
my shorts, trying not to seem too eager or like I'd obviously been staring
at his junk. I'd seen plenty of erect cocks in porn and stuff, and the
occasional boner or semi in the locker rooms, but this felt different. I
found myself wondering what it would feel like in my hand, what it was
going to be like to watch him cum.
	"Damn dude, that's a big cock," I heard Greg say as I tried to get
my attention back on the porn. That comment definitely didn't help. It was
true, though. I was a solid 10 inches, 10 and half when I was really
excited, and about as thick around as my wrist. I had a big head which made
girls squeal when I popped it in, and the rest just made them scream for
more.
	"Thanks, man. You've got a big one too," I managed to say, trying
my best to sound casual and keeping my eyes on the porn. We fell silent for
a minute, letting the moans from the messy blowjob fill the silence,
although I could still hear the smooshing sound of Greg's precum as he
lazily stroked himself. The video had progressed a little, and now the girl
was sitting on the guy's face. Most of the shots were of her moaning, but
there were a few clearly showing the guy hungrily eating out both her pussy
and her asshole, tongue flicking and probing back and forth between the two
holes.
	"Fuck man, I wonder how that feels?" I said
	"What man, you never ate pussy?" he laughed at me
	"Fuck you dude, of course I have!" I loved oral sex, giving and
receiving, and loved nothing more than eating out some wet pussy. I liked
to think I was pretty good at it, considering how many girls couldn't get
enough of my tongue. "I mean I wonder what it feels like to get your ass
eaten out?" All the girls I'd been with had just stuck to blowjobs.
	"Dude, it feels amazing," Greg said, casually letting that drop.
	"Dude, when did you get your ass eaten out??"
	"Well I had a girlfriend a few years back who was pretty
freaky. She convinced me to let her eat me out, and she had me squirming to
cum in minutes. You ever heard of the prostate, buddy?"
	"Kinda, man," I said, unable to think clearly, too turned on by the
whole scene and the fact that, while we'd been talking, our naked, sweaty
thighs were rubbing together, our feet close enough to each other that I
could feel his body heat.
	"It's like a male g-spot, right up your ass. After she ate me out
and had my nice as loosened up she slid a couple fingers up
there. Fuck. Soon as she hit my prostate it was like electricity through my
whole body. I'd never felt anything like it."
	"Fuck, man." I said. "I mean, I guess that's why gay guys like it
up the ass, right?"
	"Yeah man. I came harder with her fingers up my ass than I ever had
before. Unfortunately I haven't found a girl as kinky since."
	"That's too bad, man," I said trying to find something else to say,
but before I could, he started talking again.
	"Yeah, well she still made me realize something about what I like,
and what feels good. Can I show you something, man, and you have to promise
not to get weird about it?" Fuck. Where was this going.
	"Uh, sure man," I said, looking at him as he stood up and walked to
his bedroom, giant cock bobbing in front of him and big bubble ass
flexing. I heard rummaging coming from the other room, and he came back out
a few moments later holding a shoebox and grinning. The lid was labeled
"Toys."
	"So don't judge me man, but this is my little toybox," he said,
setting the box down on his lap as he sat back down next to me and taking
off the lid. The box was almost filled to the brim with a variety of sex
toys. The first thing that struck me was the fleshlight lying on top of the
pile, right next to a big bottle of lube. I could see greasy fingerprints
on the black casing and wondered how much he used it. Below the fleshlight
I saw, to my shock, a variety of differently sized dildos and buttplugs,
some with pronounced knobs and ridges on them, and an assortment of
different kinds of vibrators, including one that included a strap I could
only presume was meant to be a cock or ball ring.
	"Holy shit, dude," I said.
	"Dude I thought you weren't gonna judge," he said.
	"No dude," I quickly assured him. "I'm not judging. It's
just... damn. I never thought you'd be into that."
	"Don't knock it `til you try it, buddy," he said. I watched him
rifle through the various toys, before deciding on one and pulling it out,
holding it up for our inspection. It was all black plastic, probably 5
inches with a pronounced curve to it, with a bumpy looking knob connecting
via a skinny shaft to a base with a button on it. He pressed the button and
the thing began to purr at a low volume.
	"I really like this one because of the settings." He pressed the
button again, increasing the speed of the thing, and then again, making it
buzz loudly. He pressed it a few more times and the thing actually started
pulsing in patterns. He grinned at me as I stared at the thing, silent but
still achingly hard and dripping, slowly stroking my cock as I got lost in
his little demonstration.
	"You wanna see my favorite, though?" he grinned at me. I just shook
my head yes, unable to look away from the dildos and his cock. He dug into
the bottom of the box and pulled out a realistic looking dildo. It seemed
so big to me, but in retrospect wasn't even close to the biggest available
dildos, and I couldn't imagine how he could get that much up his ass. As I
looked I noticed something familiar about it.
	"Dude, is that your cock?" I blurted out. I felt a belch of precum
ooze out of my piss slit as I realized it had the same dimensions and shape
as his cock. He laughed pretty loudly at that.
	"Haha I was wondering if you would figure it out!"
	"Why do you have a dildo that looks exactly like your cock, man??"
	"Well that girlfriend I told you about? One time for her birthday
she asked me to make a mold of my cock, so that she could have it whenever
she wanted. Total freak, right? Well it turned me on so bad I did it, of
course. She would send me pictures while I was in class of herself fucking
herself with it, and when we hooked up she'd either be sucking or fucking
it depending on the hole I was in. It was such a turn on, buddy, like
nothing else."
	"Well how'd you end up with it then?" I asked staring back and
forth between the dildos, not even trying to hide my interest.
	"When we broke up she threw it at me after she'd just dumped all my
shit on the lawn and said I could go fuck myself with it. I got super
fucked up that night and when I got home I decided, what the hell, might as
well go fuck myself. So I did. With my own cock." I looked up at his face
and he was grinning wide, totally unashamed. His cock was throbbing hard
and dripping precum as he talked. "You wanna see me use it?" His smile said
so much, both shameless and afraid, inviting and nervous. I just nodded my
head at him.
	"Yeah man, I do." He grinned, obviously relieved at my answer.
	"Let's take another bump first," he said, reaching for the
baggie. He portioned out two fat lines which we quickly blew. I felt a
surge of blood in my already hard cock, and my heart started racing in
anticipation of what I was getting to see. He scooted around on the couch
and lay with his head on the arm rest, facing towards me. I watched as he
lifted up his hairy legs, framing his face and his junk. His asshole was
amazing looking, something which shocked me when I said it in my head. It
was ringed in curly black hair, and was tightly folded, the inner portion
of which was slightly darker than the rest of his skin. It flexed and
puckered a little as he shifted into better position and reached down to
grab the bottle of lube. He squirted a couple pumps right into his asshole,
reaching through his legs, and started rubbing around the hole.
	"Gotta get myself ready for this fucker," he said, before quickly
shoving two of his fingers all the way into himself. The tight hole almost
instantly opened up around them, swallowing the digits.
	"Mmm fuck that feels good," he growled, not a hint of pain or
discomfort in his voice. He pumped his fingers in and out for a few
minutes, making a wet squishing sound. "Hand me that dildo man," he said to
me, snapping me out of my trance. I picked it up, painfully aware that it
was basically his cock, and handed it over to him. He pumped lube all over,
stroking it a few times to fully coat it, before bringing it down to his
asshole.
	"Here goes buddy," he grinned wide, and started to push. The fat
head flattened against him for a moment before almost getting sucked into
his hungry looking hole. He grunted at first, letting himself stretch out a
little around the wide head, before proceeding to push it in. I neglected
my straining cock, afraid I'd shoot at any moment, and leaned in closer to
him, watching the hole stretching around his width. He began to slow down
as he reached the widest, middle portion of the shaft.
	"Fuck, this part is always hard," he said, panting as he held the
dildo still and tried to relax his muscles.
	"Fuck, just imagine how it is for the girls feeling that when you
fuck them," I said.
	"That's what I like to think about when I'm using it," he said,
grinning at me, face sweaty from his exertion. He kept moving the first few
inches in an out of himself, moaning slightly. "Fuck, I haven't done this
in a while. I'm too fucking tight for this, man." He pushed hard on the
thing, trying to get that thick center portion through his hole, but
couldn't quite manage to do it. I decided to just say the hell with it, and
reached out to grab hold of the base. He looked up at me in surprise, but
just smiled.
	"Do it man, help me out," he said. I just pushed hard into him,
seeing his tight ring straining around the thickness, and after a few
moments I felt the muscles give way and watched in astonishment as the
remaining 5 inches sank deep into him. He threw his head back as I rooted
the dildo into him, grunting hard, clearly feeling equal parts pain and
pleasure. His hand reached out to grab my wrist, holding me there as his
adjusted to the dildo I held. His eyes were squeezed tight as he breathed
raggedly, opening himself up to it.
	"Holy fuck that feels good," he moaned, his head thrown back on the
couch. He cracked his eyes a little, staring up at me. "Dude, you're a
legend."
	"I can't believe you can take this whole thing man," I
whispered. "Too fucking wild." He just chuckled a little, causing his belly
to jiggle a little. I began to slowly twist the dildo, still firmly planted
in him, causing him to take a sharp breath.
	"Oh fuuuuck," he moaned, his voice low and husky. I never thought
this would be so enticing me to me, but I felt myself belch a bit of precum
seeing how much he was enjoying it. I pulled it out a couple of inches but
slowly pushing it back in, watching how his tight hole clenched at the
toy. I kept pulling it out and pushing it back in, listening to his
breathing become steadier as he got used to. I couldn't believe how hard
his deep moans were making me.
	"Does that feel good man?" I whispered to him.
	"Oh fuck buddy, it feels so fucking good!" he groaned, looking me
right in the eyes. I glanced down at his cock and saw it was fully hard
again, a stream of precum just pouring out of the engorged head.
	"Do you always leak that much precum, dude?" I asked him. He just
gave a goofy, drunken grin.
	"Only when I'm playing with my ass, man, then it's like a goddamn
faucet," he laughed. I just smirked at him, continuing to pump in and out
of him with the same slow rhythm. The porn onscreen had kept playing. By
now the guy was fucking the girl with his thick cock, slowly plunging in
and out of her in deep, shallow thrusts. She was cooing and moaning as he
opened her up, burying himself to the hilt and gently swirling his hips,
his furry balls rubbing around the bottom of her pussy. I started doing a
similar swirling motion to Greg, moving the dildo in a circle as I pressed
the big fake balls against Greg's muscular, hairy ass.
	"Oh fuck man, that's good," he purred, reaching his hand out to his
cock as he enjoyed what I was doing to his ass. I watched him rub his big
thumb around his wet head, smearing it with precum. He didn't stroke his
whole shaft, he just kept playing with the head, almost like it was a clit
or something. There was something about this whole thing that was just too
fucking hot for me. I'd never even thought about another guy before this
night, but the way that Greg was just so casual and open about this shit,
how much pleasure he was getting from these dildos, it was all driving me
wild with lust. I started stroking my own aching cock as I kept fucking
into him. The room soon filled with the sound of wet stroking, our precum
making lewd smacking sounds as we played with ourselves. I started to
switch up the pace, pulling the dildo from his ass a bit further on each
stroke out, and pushing it in more quickly than I had before. He started
grunting and swearing more loudly as I did so.
	"Oh fuck yeah man, fuck me harder with my cock!" he started
shouting, pulling harder and faster at his own dick. I complied, and soon
enough was ramming it into him at a fast, rough pace. He was moaning and
grunting like a stuck pig as I did so, his hand a blur on his fat cock. I
was stroking my own pretty quickly too, feeling like I could cum at any
second. This was just too fucking hot, maybe because it felt so wrong. But
it also felt right to be doing something so intimate with my buddy like
this. He just kept panting and huffing, begging me in a strained voice to
keep fucking him with the dildo, and I don't know what it was, but
something just snapped inside of me. With no warning, I wrenched the dildo
from his tight hole, watching it gape and flutter as it was emptied,
winking open and close as it begged for more stuffing. He stopped jerking,
and looked up at me in confusion.
	"Dude why'd you take it out? I was really... oh Fuuuuuck!" He threw
his head back and moaned as I quickly shoved two of my fingers up him. I
couldn't believe how tight he still was, or how soft his insides really
were. I also couldn't believe that I now had my fingers shoved up my
buddy's hairy ass. I found a little knob of flesh, and curled around my
fingers around it. He groaned even louder at that, and started to jerk
himself off again, but slower this time as I began to work his prostate,
stroking it and tapping against it as I pushed my fingers in and out.
	"Oh fuck buddy, work my fucking prostate man, fuck this feels so
good," he practically whined with pleasure. I just smirked at him, and
worked another finger into him, earning another loud groan. Soon I was
fingering him at a rapid pace, shoving them in and out, even trying to open
them so his hole would stretch even more. But this wasn't enough. I knew I
needed more. I positioned myself between his legs, pulling my fingers out
of him. He gave a disappointed sigh at that, but when he felt my fat
cockhead at his entrance he looked up at me, eyes full of fear and lust.
	"You fucking want this man?" I said to him, in a low, deep
voice. It was less of a question that a statement of something we both
knew. Things had gone this far, it just made sense. He just looked me
square in the eyes and nodded yes, a little hesitantly maybe but I could
tell how much he wanted. With that silent affirmation, I began to push into
him. I watched in disbelief as my fat cockhead slowly entered his hairy
hole, and he threw his head back, groaning low and deep as I pushed into
him. Despite the thorough fucking I'd just given him with the dildo, his
ass muscles were still tight, spasming around my cock like a vise, but I
was so far gone in lust that I wasn't letting anything stop me. I just kept
slowly sliding in, feeling as my cockhead rubbed against his swollen
prostate. He whimpered at that, and kept breathing heavily and giving out
little high pitched sounds of pleasure, mixed with some obvious pain and
discomfort. I had an extra couple inches on him, and even though he was
definitely hung, I was thicker than him even at his widest, and my girth
was the same from root to head. Soon, I had my entire length buried in
him. I swirled my hips a little, loosening his ass a little as I moved my
cock around in circles. I loved the feeling of my pubic hair grinding
against his hairy ass, and the feel of my balls nestling against the sweaty
cheeks. He just groaned below me, his eyes squeezed tight and his face all
scrunched up.
	"Fuuuck, dude, you're so fucking big.." he whined, his voice shaky.
	"You ready for this man?" I asked him. He opened his eyes, staring
into mine, and just nodded. His face was so handsome like that, covered in
sweat, need written on his face. I just grabbed his legs and started to
withdraw slowly. I could feel the tight walls of his ass grabbing at my fat
dick, almost like they didn't want to give it up. I pulled out until just
my cock head was inside him, enjoying the feeling of his tight sphincter
against the ridge of my glans, before starting to push back into him, still
at a slow pace. I had never felt anything tighter than this. I'd been with
plenty of girls but their pussies had nothing on my buddy's hungry muscle
ass. Sinking back into him he was just as tight as before, though the lube
and my copious precum were making it a bit easier. He still huffed and
puffed, wincing as I pushed myself back in to the hilt, and moaning and
whining when I would pull it. After a few minutes of this, I could feel his
ass loosening up for me, my strokes becoming easier.
       Feeling that give, I started really ramping up my speed, long
dicking him in smooth, steady strokes. He yelped and whimpered each time my
cockhead grazed over his prostate, rubbing that love nut and getting him
hornier and hornier. He was leaking precum like crazy, like I'd opened a
faucet with my fucking. It just kept streaming down his fat cock, puddling
into his belly and matting down his pubic hair. Soon the air was full of
the smell of his precum, our sweat, and his opened ass, a dirty, animal
smell that was totally unlike fucking a girl. No, this smelled like real
man sex, like two rough, hairy dudes just going at it. I found myself
intoxicated by that smell, and wanting to keep smelling it. The sounds too
were thrilling. Greg's moans and yelps were high pitched, but still
masculine and rough, the little whines punctuated with a deeper growling
and grunting, mixing with my own grunts as I received the intense pleasure
of his tight ass on my cock. Amid that I could also hear the heavy, fleshy
sound of my balls as they smacked against his sweaty ass, a steady "thwump"
that kept sending shivers through my spine as I felt them tapping against
his hairy cheeks. There was also the wet, sucking sounds coming from his
ass as I fucked into him, a sort of squelching which, before tonight, I
might have found gross or funny, but for some reason in this moment was the
hottest sound to me, to the sound of a fat dick plowing into a tight, wet
ass. All of this had me getting more and more worked up, and by now I was
really laying into Greg, pistoning in and out of him at a rapid pace. Every
shove in caused his cock to belch up more precum, and his belly jiggled a
bit every time I buried myself.
       "Fuck yeah buddy, fucking fuck my ass man, oh holy fuck your cock is
fucking amazing bro!" he was practically shouting, loudly grunting as I
fucked him faster and faster. "Goddamn man your cock is fucking huge!
Bigger than my fucking dick man! Fuck I've never felt anything this good
man!" he just kept babbling. He was writhing underneath me as I laid into
him, his arms above his head, hands grasping tightly at the couch. His
super hairy pits were in full display, the position of his arms showing off
the muscles in his big arms as he fought to gain control of his body, of
the sensations he was feeling. His cock, untouched since I started this,
lay there on his hairy stomach, glistening wet and raging hard. Any pain he
might have been feeling when I first entered him had been washed away by
the intensity of his pleasure. I could feel my balls tightening and my
orgasm rising, but I decided I wanted to make this last. Who knew when I'd
be able to do something like this again? So on one stroke out I just pulled
all the way out, earning a loud, breathy gasp from Greg as I wrenched my
fat cockhead from his still tight sphincter. I looked down at his asshole,
gaping and wet from lube and precum, almost winking at me as the muscles
kept spasming and sucking at the air.
       "Dude what the fuck?" he said, almost angry sounding. "I was so
fucking close to coming man!" he whined at me.
	"I know dude, same," I said. "I just want to keep this going as
long as I fucking can." He just grinned up at me, face sweaty and flushed.
	"Well fuck, when you put it that way buddy, I can get behind
it. Come on, let's do some more lines," he said. He put his legs down and
shifted himself so he was sitting on the couch once more, and leaned in
towards the coffee table, pouring out some more coke and crushing it up. He
divvied up the lines, and stretched out his hand, offering it to me
first. I took the bill and snorted my line, immediately feeling the rush of
blood as it took effect. He grabbed the bill, but before he snorted his
line, he looked up at me with a wicked smile.
	"Dude, this might sound gay, but... can I do a line off your cock?"
My dick pulsed at that. The idea was so hot for some reason, even though it
was something I'd never considered.
	"Fucking go for it buddy," I said to him, and he just grinned
again. I stepped up to him, erection bobbing back and forth as I moved, and
he took an amount of the coke and carefully laid it in a line down my wet
cock, a good 3 inch line too. It hardly looked like anything against my 10
inches though. He leaned in, holding the rolled up bill to his nose, before
looking up at me and arching his heavy eyebrows.
	"Here goes nothing I guess," he said, and leaned down to snort his
line, grasping my cock firmly from the underside so that it held steady. I
could feel the heat of his face close to my cock as he snorted his line off
of me. He took a deep breath after he did it.
	"Fuck yeah!" he whooped. "That was fucking great!" We both looked
down at my cock, and could clearly see there was still coke on it, where it
had adhered to the sticky wet flesh. He looked up at me, a little
wild-eyed, and just said, "Waste not, want not," before leaning down and
licking it up. His broad tongue flattened out on my fat cock and just
licked up the coke residue. I hissed at the sensation, both the wet warmth
of his tongue and the slight scratch of his stubble on my sensitive
cock. It felt so fucking good, I couldn't believe it. Once he had it clean,
he looked up at me, licking his lips and beaming.
	"Fuck man, I can taste my ass on your cock."
	"Fuck yeah man, how's it taste?"
	"Like fucking ass, man," he laughed. "But damn, it tastes good."
With that, he grabbed my cock, looking at it for a moment, and leaned in
again to start licking around the head. He started slow, just tonguing
around it, swirling it below the ridge of my glans. I could feel myself
pouring precum into his mouth as he suckled on the tip.
	"Oh fuck yeah buddy, suck my fucking dick." He just grunted and
started trying to take more in. It was clearly his first time sucking cock,
as he grazed me with his teeth a couple times and couldn't get much in, but
it was a valiant effort on his part. I was really thick though, so I
understood how hard it must have been. No girl I'd been with had ever
managed more than 6 inches or so, but he was pretty quickly able to take my
first 4. I sighed and grunted in pleasure as he bobbed up and down on me,
taking his time and just enjoying his first exploration of another guy's
cock. He was getting me so worked up that without thinking I just sort of
grabbed the back of his head, holding it down as I tried to push in. He
choked a little in surprise, but let me take control. I could see his jaw
straining to open wide for me, and the muscles in his neck tighten as I
held him close. I could feel the back of his throat by now, and had half of
my length in his mouth. I couldn't resist, and kept putting pressure on his
head, pushing him down, and with one final push managed to pop my huge head
through his throat, slicing down into it. He immediately started to gag,
but still didn't put up any resistance, letting himself be used by me.
       There were still a couple inches of my cock showing, but he was far
enough down on it that I could feel the tip of his nose just barely
tickling my bush. It was the most anybody had ever taken, and by this point
I was too horned up and coke crazy that there was no stopping me until I
had the whole length, so I kept pushing him further down, impaling him on
my thick cock. I could feel his throat clench and tighten, the muscles
spasming around me as I pushed further in. He was gagging hard by now, but
that wasn't going to stop me. With one more hard shove, I managed to sink
the last inch down his mouth. I was now fully down his throat, all ten
inches of my meat finally getting a real blowjob. I sighed loudly in
contentment, enjoying the wet warmth of my buddy's throat, but only for a
moment. Holding his head tightly in place, I pulled out about halfway,
popping my cockhead out from his stretched esophagus, before plunging back
in, making sure to bury his throat in my sweaty bush each time.
	"Fucking take my fat fucking cock you slut!" I cried out. "Swallow
it down you fucking cocksucker!" I don't know where the words came from, it
was like a flip had been switched. I was getting off talking dirty to Greg
like this, calling him these names and using him hard. He grunted hard at
that, eyes full of tears as he looked up at me. He was sucking in air
quickly every time I pulled out and gagging and choking every time I
plunged back in, having quickly found a manageable breathing rhythm. I
looked down to his lap to see he was furiously jerking off, the wet
smacking sound of his strokes distinguishable from the other lewd sounds we
were making.
	"Choke on my fucking cock, man! I know you fucking want this!" I
shouted at him, holding his head down, my whole shaft buried down his
throat. I just held him there, not letting him back off for air, and he
started hitting my chest in stomach a bit in protest, pushing and hitting
at me to let him back off for air. Finally, after at least a minute of
enjoying his spasming throat muscles around me, I released his head and
stepped back, letting him fall back, coughing and sputtering for air.
	"Holy fuck man!" he said, voice a bit hoarse. "I almost passed out
there dude!" He didn't seem angry about it, though, and his cock was just
as hard as it had been. "You got a giant fucking cock man."
	"Sorry man," I said. "Guess I got a bit carried away."
	"Don't worry man, it fucking turned me on for sure," he said.
	"Even the dirty talk?" I asked him.
	"Dude especially the dirty talk! Man, I didn't think I'd ever be
called a cocksucker in seriousness, but when I've got almost a foot of cock
down my throat, I guess the shoe fits!" He laughed at this. "But also dude,
I never thought I'd be sucking a cock either. Or getting fucked by a real
one!" He laughed again.
	"Wait, is this your first time doing either, dude?" I asked in
disbelief. He just nodded, looking a little bashful about it.
	"Well fuck man!" I said. "You did a great fucking job with both
then!"
	"Really?" he asked, seeming pleased with it.
	"Fuck yeah man. I'll tell ya, no girl has ever managed to get to
the root. Hell, the best blowjob I got she could only get about halfway
down."
	"Well yeah, you're fucking ten inches man," he scoffed.
	"And I can't believe you could take me up the ass man. Fucking
tight as hell, even after that dildo of yours."
	"Hell man, I'm pretty thick but I don't have any toy that could
have loosened me up for this monster," he said, reaching up to stroke my
cock. Our erections had waned a little while we were talking, but were
still more than half hard, ready to stiffen up again at any moment. He
grinned up at me.
	"Wanna put this back in me man?" he asked.
	"Fuck yeah buddy," I growled at him. He got up from where he was
sitting and knelt down on the floor, getting on all fours and hiking his
ass up at me. His hairy hole winked at me as spread his cheeks, and he
looked back at me.
	"Fucking do me man!" he said.
	I just sidled up behind him, grabbing hold of those muscular
cheeks, and positioned my head at his entrance. In one easy shove I buried
my entire length into his silky wet hole, which had retightened some but
was still loose enough to take me. He gave a loud grunt in front of me.
	"Oh fuck yeah that's it bro," he growled as I sank in to him, our
balls lightly slapping against each other as I buried myself. It felt like
I could somehow go even deeper this way, and I relished in the feel of his
tight ass surrounding me once again. "Fucking filling me up man," he
sighed.
	"Get ready for it man," I warned him, and with that grabbed him
tight by the waist and quickly pulled out before slamming back in,
immediately starting to really piledrive him. It wasn't a very fast fuck,
but it was a solid, well paced one. I withdrew myself to the tip and then
just shove it back into him, barely giving him any time to readjust. He
just grunted and started swearing.
	"Fuck fuck fuck, fuck yeah man, feels so fucking good. Goddamn that
fucking cock is huge man, fucking tearing up into me. Fuck!" He just kept
moaning and babbling as I slid myself in out, battering his prostate on
each thrust. Our balls kept slapping together as I fucked, giving a loud
slapping sound and sending a jolt of electricity through my whole crotch,
unlike any sensation I'd had with a girl.  He was getting so lost in it
that his arms sort of gave out, his upper body just falling on the floor as
he grabbed at the carpet in ecstasy. This essentially folded him in half,
leaving his ass even more hiked up in the air, allowing me to really start
slotfucking into his stretched hole, plunging in and out of him hard.
	"Is this what you fucking wanted you fucking slut?" I shouted at
him. "Wanted a fat fucking cock up your faggot ass?" He moaned in delight,
either from the fuck itself or the dirty talk I was giving him. "You
fucking love this don't you bitch?"
	"Oh yes I fucking love it!" he moaned, a little muffled from how
his face was pressed into the carpet. "Fucking love that massive fucking
cock inside me! Please keep fucking me buddy!"
	"Fuck yeah, can't believe how fucking tight you still are man!
Fuck, never thought it would feel this good!" I said as I just kept fucking
him, my pace qetting a little faster. I was only pulling out about half my
length now, keeping a constant pressure on his prostate as I fucked him
like a jackrabbit.
	"Fuck, neither did I buddy," he moaned back. "Never thought I'd be
taking a real dick like this but holy fuck, it feels so much better than
those dildos!"
	"Well I'm bigger than any of those fucking dildos man," I grunted
at him, just continuing to jackhammer him.
	"Oh fuck yeah you are, you're so far up in me dude, fucking
stretching me like nothing else!" He kept grunting. I couldn't believe how
horny he was making me with his dirty talk. I never talked like this with
the girls I'd been with, and most of them hadn't even been able to take as
much of me as Greg was. It's like knowing he wanted it rough, and knowing
how he was tough enough to take it and fucking love it was enough to
unleash a more aggressive side to myself.
	"Goddamn your fucking ass is hungry for it man, fucking faggot
cocklsut. You'd do anything for this fat fucking cock wouldn't you?" I
shouted at him, slapping his ass hard as I finished speaking. I felt his
ass tighten around me as I struck him, and he moaned loud below me.
	"Oh fuck yeah I'd fucking do anything for your cock buddy!" he
whined at me. "Feels so fucking good up my muscle pussy!" Hearing him call
his ass a pussy almost made me shoot my load, but I wasn't done with
him. To keep from shooting, I pulled all the way out of him with a loud
pop, earning a yelp and a groan from him. I grabbed him by the waist and
pulled him up, spinning him around before getting on my back. He picked up
on what I wanted and immediately straddled me, grabbing at my dripping cock
and holding it upright. In one swift move he shoved himself down onto me.
	"Aw fuck!!" He screamed as he impaled himself.
	"Fucking ride it bitch!" I hissed at him through clenched teeth. He
immediately started to bounce up and down on me, using his strong legs to
push himself up and then slam himself back down. He had his arms down on
the ground for stability as he rode me, leaving his big cock to bounce
around wildly. It was a bright red color, looking ready to burst at any
moment, and he just kept leaking precum, which was flying around as his
cock bounced around, sending little sprays of the juice all over his chest
and mine, another unfamiliar sensation I found I couldn't get enough of.
	"Fuck man! Every angle you're hitting something else!" he gasped
out as he kept bouncing up and down. He was moving so fast I couldn't
believe his legs weren't getting tired. His whole body was covered in a
layer of sweat, as was mine, the smell of our pheromones and precum and his
fucked open ass just filling the whole room. I felt myself getting closer
and closer, and decided to bring this thing to an end. I'd been fucking him
in various positions for well over an hour and my balls were tight and
clenched around my waist. Taking control, I gripped him hard by the waist
and started fucking up into him. He stopped bouncing and sort of leaned
back, just letting me pound him from below.
	"Fuck this tight pussy is gonna make me cum man!"
	"Oh fuck yeah buddy, do it, load me the fuck up!" he whined. I
started really laying into him, huffing and puffing as I built to my
orgasm. He threw his head back and just let out one low continuous groan as
I did this, waiting for me to cum in him.
	"I'm fucking close buddy," I grunted. "You fucking want this load?
You want fucking want my cum in your faggot pussy?"
	"Mmmmm fuck yeah man, fucking breed me buddy! Fill me with that
fucking load!" he shouted. I could tell by the pitch of his voice that he
was also close, though he still hadn't touched his dick again. I decided to
help him out, and reached out to grab that thick cock, pumping up and down
and matching the pace of my fuck. It felt so hard, but soft at the same
time, so much like mine and yet thrillingly different. I really worked his
fat, spongy head, smearing the precum all around it and rubbing my thumb on
the sensitive underside.
	"Oh fuck buddy! Oh fuck! You're gonna fucking make me cum man!" he
whimpered, his breathing growing erratic as he came closer.
	"Do it man, fucking shoot it! Show me how much you fucking love
cock up your muscleslut ass!" I yelled.
	"Oh FUCK! FUCK! Oh my fucking god! Fuck I'm coming!" he screamed
out. I felt his cock swell harder in my hand as he fired. The first shot
flew past my head, but the next few landed square on my face, then my
chest, then my hairy stomach. I could see his head pulse with each shot,
the wide piss slit flaring open as he sprayed his thick, heavy load. He
just kept cursing and screaming as he came, and his ass clenched around me
every time he fired, milking my rod like a vise. This was too much, and as
his orgasm faded and he shot his last rope of cum, I slammed him down on me
and started to unload.
	"Fucking take my load bitch!" I shouted at him. "I'm fucking
loading up your pussy ass man! Fucking breeding you!" It was the most
intense orgasm I'd ever had, I came so much it almost felt like I was
pissing in his ass. His spasming hole just kept sucking the cum out of me
as I buried my load 10 inches deep in his hairy ass. My head was flying,
and I swear I almost blacked out from how good it felt. Any words we had
just devolved into moaning and grunting and heavy, sweaty breathing. As our
orgasms faded and we regained some control over our bodies, Greg just
continued to sit on me, his front half collapsing down onto me, his weight
pressing our hairy chests together. He smelled so fucking good in that
moment, his dank armpit just inches from my nose. Finally he sat up and
slowly pulled off my half hard dick. As my cock fell out of him, shiny and
dark red, he loudly farted and a big gob of cum came out, landing right on
my balls and dripping down onto the floor. He started laughing loudly.
	"Fuck, sorry man! Guess you fucked a lot of air into me or
something!" I just laughed along with him. It might have seemed gross, but
there was just something so hilarious about it that I couldn't help but
laugh. He stood up, his legs still a little wobbly, and stood above me, his
half hard cock still dripping a little of his own cum.
	"Well fuck, buddy. You uh... wanna do another line?" he asked me,
beaming broadly. I just smiled up at him and nodded. It seemed like this
fuckfest might be far from over.