Date: Thu, 12 Aug 2004 02:12:01 -0300
From: Clark Kent <clarkkent383@hotmail.com>
Subject: Slut-Boy & Friends-3

Usual disclaimer applies: DO NOT read this story if not legally permitted in
your province/state; if you are under 18 years of age; against religious
beliefs; against moral beliefs; etc, etc, etc.

	This story involves graphic male-on-male sex, fucking, sucking, etc. All
characters are over 18 years of age, and names have been changed to protect
those who wish not to be "outed". Enjoy!

	Hey, by now, you all now me, what I "look" like, hopefully have a good idea
what I fuck like, etc. Thanks everyone for the great emails, and yes, I've
got plenty more stories, so stay tuned! Part 3 of my series involves me and
my friend Chris, an old roommate of mine when I lived in the city. He was
HOTT. 6'2", 200 lbs, extremely fit and lean, black hair, steel-blue eyes,
moderately hairy, and no word of a lie, a thick 10" cut cock. Easily the
biggest piece of meat I've seen in person yet! I wanted this guy from the
first time I met him in a club, and I NEVER thought it would happen, until
he started giving off some gay vibes about a month after we moved into our
place. So read on, and hopefully it'll get you off! Enjoy...

	Chris brought home a different girl almost every night. The walls in our
place weren't very thick, so you can imagine... I worked long hours and when
I got home all I wanted to do was relax.  However, this was very difficult
when you have this dead-sexy stud strutting around the apartment in a pair
of too-small CK boxer-briefs. His basket was definitely prominent. A friend
of mine had slept with him a few months before and aptly nick-named him
"Horse Cock", so I knew she must have liked what she had seen. My eyes were
literally glued to him every time he came out of the shower with his towel
around his waist :(, or when he was in his underwear. At first, I thought
the nickname was false, because his bulge didn't look THAT big, but one day
when he was sitting at the computer, he rotated the chair to look at me. My
eyes immediately went to his crotch, and BOOM, there it was, caged up like
an Anaconda, pulling the fabric so much on his CK's it was pulling it down
from his waistline. To this day I have no idea what he asked or told me,
because I could NOT tear my eyes away from that monster. From that day on, I
knew that I HAD to have him some way or another, and I had never felt an
urge that strong before. But, he was the straightest-acting guy I knew, so I
had no idea how I was gonna make that happen. Little did I know that Chris
would do most of the work for me!

	One night, on our way to the clubs, we sat beside each other in the cab. It
was a minivan, loaded with our friends, and Chris and I were in the far back
two seats. We were pretty buzzed already, and as we made our way across the
city, Chris bent over to supposedly tie his shoe. Suddenly, I felt his
strong hand making it's was up my calf muscle, and stopped when he reached
my thigh. He kept his hand there for awhile, until I looked over at him. He
had this gorgeous sexy grin on his face, and I thought, "Man, this guy wants
it all the fukin time!" But I had no problem with that! I nodded to him to
keep going, so he started moving up and undoing my pants. He reached in and
found my already rock hard 8 incher at full attention. Sadly, he only got in
about 3 or 4 pumps when the cab pulled up to the club entrance. For the rest
of the night, he was bouncing off every girl in the club, so I thought the
moment had passed. Around 2, most of our friends had taken off, so it was
just us in the cab home. I was surprised when he got in alone. No girl
tonight? Hmm, maybe he DOES have something up his sleeve. When we arrived
home, we were both still pumped from the club, so we decided to smoke a
joint. Chris threw on some techno (not my first choice of music, but when
I'm stoned it gets me pretty damn hot) and sat on the couch beside me. After
the third joint, we were both pretty cooked, and he was getting very
touchy-feely. Out of nowhere he asked me,

	"Craig, can I ask you something?"
	"Sure" I replied.
	"Did you like what I did to you in the cab, because if you didn't, then
we'll just forget about it"
	I smiled and said, "No man, I loved it. I've wanted you since the first
time I laid eyes on you, and when Laney told me you had a huge piece, I knew
someday I would."

	And with that, Chris stood up and began undressing. I like some suspense
when a guy strips for me, but there was something sexy about the way he was
ripping his clothes off. He got down to his underwear and sat back down.
	"I'll save the best part for you" He whispered.
So I kneeled on the floor in front of him, and slowly started pulling his
waistband down. He lifted his ass up so I could take them off, and when his
half hard 8 inches popped out, I was drooling. I wasted no time in popping
that cock in my mouth, and in no time, he had swollen to a little over 10
incredibly thick inches. I was a wild man. I was bobbing and slurping that
thing like there was no tomorrow. His groin was soaked with my spit and his
amply flowing precum. I started licking his enormous egg-sized balls, and
found it impossible to take them both in my mouth at once. The pot had
heightened our senses and Chris was shaking and moaning so loud I thought
the neighbours would come knocking.

	Meanwhile, my cock was so hard in my jeans, I was waiting for it to rip
throughthe fabric. Chris groaned as I stopped and started removing my
clothes. He sat up and told me to go right into his bedroom, where his huge
bed was. I wasn't three steps in the door when I felt him bear hug me from
behind, his solid rod jamming into my ass. He had my clothes off in a flash,
and I was on my back on the bed. He was on me in a second, kissing my entire
body, sucking and biting my nipples, licking my six pac, tracing around my
neck and ears with his tongue, pinning my arms over my head, and even
sucking my toes (which I must say feels pretty damn good).  After several
minutes of this, he reached into his nighttable and produced a set of
handcuffs. I smiled up at him and he said, "Guaranteed, these make things so
much hotter man".
I wasn't objecting, so there I was, hands bound to his headboard, as I'm
sure so many girls had been before.

	From that, he immediately went to my aching cock.  He took it deepthroat
almost right away, and every time he'd pull off, he would tongue under my
balls and all the way up my sac, right to the tip of my dick. He was right,
the cuffs did make it better. He was doing so much to me, and I couldn't
even touch him. In minutes I felt close, and Chris must have sensed this
because he stopped. He then threw my legs up over my shoulders and began a
hot wet assault on my hole with his juicy tongue. He fingered me as he
loosened me up and soon he produced a condom and a bottle of lube. I panted
and said,
	"Man hurry up and get that fucker on, I can't wait to take that up inside
me."
He laughed and said "When I get this halfway in, you'll be begging me to
stop, I guarantee"

	I grunted and replied "Hey, the bigger the better, and they don't get much
bigger than that."
	By now he had his entire length covered in half a bottle of lube, and was
using the other half on my waiting hole. After he felt I was ready, he
grabbed my ankles with a firm grip, and aimed his golf ball sized head at
me. The second it touched my hole, I thought "Shit, I think this is gonna be
too big.."  But Chris never backed down.  It took him a good 15 or 20
minutes, but he finally managed to stuff his entire sausage into me. I
couldn't even speak, except to tell him to wait so I could adjust. After a
good 5 minutes or so, I gave him the go ahead. And that he did.  As many
times times as I had heard him banging chicks in here, I don't think he had
ever gone that fast or rough, and I was in complete ecstasy.  He pulled
almost all the way out and rammed it back in so hard the headboard was
wearing a crack in the wall. He would lift his entire body up and then let
himself fall back into me. My legs were spread as far as they could go,
Chris still gripping my ankles, my steel cock forming a sizeable pool of
precum on my stomach. The dim light in the room made his sweat soaked body
look even more hot, perfectly sculpted from 3 years in the Military, his
face beet-red, clean-shaven with is teeth bared. As wild as he looked, his
amazing eyes still looked softly down at me, as if we were making slow love.
But this was hardcore, porno-grade FUCKING. Hot, raw, sweaty man-love.
	By now he had gotten up on his knees, and lifted my body to meet his
gigantic dong. He had me by the hips, grunting and panting, sweat dripping,
pulling me into him to meet his every thrust. Somehow I managed to stammer
out something about taking off the cuffs, and without missing a beat he
reached into the table and got the key. He unlocked one cuff and suddenly my
entire body was being tossed around like a rag doll. I ended up on all
fours, Chris' cock still in me, and him still banging away. His grip on my
sides was pure iron-clad. I didn't care about being held up, I just had to
jack my aching cock before it exploded. I reached under myself and gripped
it like it was a lifesaver. It never felt so good to jerk off, and I found
Chris' huge hand wrap itself around mine, both of us jacking my soaked
prick.

	Chris was now grinding hard into me, gripping ever-harder onto my cock. I
glanced over at the clock, and it read 4:58. We had been goin at it now for
almost 3 hours. I thought "Damn, how the hell can he fuck me like that for
this long? I would've blown my load hours ago at this rate!"  And if somehow
on cue, he grunted into my ear "Man, my nuts are fuckin full, if I don't get
off now..."  I was getting pretty close myself, so I said "Let's go
together, I want your cum and mine mixed between us both."

	"Good enough for me" He groaned, and then he pulled out. I've never felt so
empty in my life. I couldn't figure out how I could live without that
massive fuck stick in me all the time.  He flipped me over onto my back and
he laid facedown on top of me, our cocks grinding together. Once again he
pinned my arms over my head and I wrapped my legs around his pumping ass.
He started humping into me hard, his hot breath making me sweat, his grunts
and groans making me somehow more horny, feeling his soaking body slide
across mine, our two big swollen dicks rubbing each other to the end. After
about 2 minutes he lifted his head and clenched his teeth. "HOLLLLY FUUUCCKK
MAAANNNN I'MMM CUUUMMMMMIIINNNNGGG" and I felt the biggest guyser of hot
steamy cum shoot up my stomach and stop at my chin. Simultaneously I started
shooting, matching him shot for shot. He unloaded about 4 or 5 good jets and
then he jumped up and sat on my cum-soaked chest, pumping his bright red
pecker right in my face with his right hand. With his left, he grabbed my
still-shooting dick and jerked it for all he was worth. I couldn't believe
it.  12, 13, 14 shots and it was still coming full force from him.  My face
was soaked, my neck, my mouth nearly full, and he was still basically
screaming, low, animal groans, bucking his hips on my slippery chest, the
sweat literally pouring off of him like water. I was clawing at his wet
stomach and nipples, milking his body for every last ounce of pleasure,
until he finally collapsed beside me. I didn't think he was going to catch
his breath, but soon he was bent over me again, licking the cum-cocktail off
of my face and chest. I still had a nice amount of his jizz in my mouth, and
when he got a mouthfull, we kissed, mixing everything up once again. Cum
running out around our lips, running down my cheeks, into my hair, but I
didn't care. My wish had finally come true, and to this day, I feel
fulfilled that my greatest sexual fantasy (to this day, anyway) has been
granted.

	This all happened on a Friday night/Saturday morning. We stayed in bed
until Sunday evening, not pulling ourselves away from each other except to
go to the bathroom and eat on occasion. It was the hottest weekend of my
life. But, last winter we had to go our separate ways. Chris re-enlisted in
the Army, and I got a job transfer closer to my hometown.  I haven't heard
from him since the day we turned in our apartment keys. A friend of mine
told me recently that he had gone to Iraq a number of months ago, and every
time I hear of a soldier getting killed or wounded, I pray that it's not his
name in the headlines. So far, it hasn't been.  I do know that he likes to
read the stories on this site whenever he can get access, so Chris, if
you're reading this, I hope you remember that night as well as I do. And I
hope everyone's enjoyed hearing about it as much as I did writing about it.

	Stay tuned next week for "Slut-Boy & Friends-4: My Dad's Apprentice, Jesse"

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