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I work at a law firm and I make pretty long hours as I am an ambitious guy. I have been working at that job for three years. Most days I like it, some days I don't. I guess it is the same as any other job really. I always enjoy watching all the handsome men walk around in their tight suits. I am in a gay relationship and I am quite happy with it. My lover Frank is a big man, with bulk and brains, and with a good sized cock. I love him very much and could not imagine a better partner, but still I often yearn for a larger cock than Frank provides as I am a total size queen although not very experienced in that area..
After work I often go to a 24-hour gym to work out before going home. There are usually a only a few guys working out at 11:00 in the evening so I don’t get a lot of opportunity to do any cock-staring in the shower room. But last week that changed. After working out, the lockerroom was empty except for one older guy who apparently had just come arrived. I was pleasantly surprised to see that it was Mr Brian Mitchell. He is one of the head attorneys at my office and a very hot man, at least 6'4 and looking strong. I am no slouch myself, at 6'2 and 95kgs I am pretty built myself, but this man, twice my age, is huge. He is just taking off his suit tie and unbuttoning his shirt to reveal a V-neck T-shirt that had dark hair tumbling out at the neck and revealing big biceps and forearms just covered with thick fur! Big muscular thighs and calves are also covered with the same thick fur.
All I know he is married with grown-up kids and I guess he is in his early sixties. He always draws my attention, not only because of his broad shoulders and tight ass in his suit but it is mainly the enormous tent in his slacks that my eyes keeps going at .You can’t help but look down when he walks towards you. One day his cock would just be a huge bulge, another it would be hanging down one side or the other of his pant leg. It got to the point where I had to seek him out, just to see how he was hanging. And here he is, right in front of me in northing but his skimpy, bulging underwear.
‘Hey Paul’ he says, ‘What are you doing here at this time of night? I haven’t seen you before at this place’. His tight white underwear appears about to burst. It almost looks like he had shoved a big knobby snake in his pants. I could see a serpentine head shifting. His cock was bursting to get out of those tight white Fruit of the Looms.
‘Hey Mr Mitchell! I have just been working out and was heading for the steam room. Would you care to join me?’ This was a big lie as I was exhausted and about to hit the showers and go home. ‘O, what the hell’, Mitchell says, ‘I’ll skip my work out and we can have some kind of a business meeting in the steamroom. Let’s combine business with pleasure…’ and that’s when he starts pulling down his briefs. I stare at Mr Mitchell's face first but then I have to lower my eyes to see that monster of a cock! I am sure my mouth is agape in shock.
Now I am not overly experienced in the matters of sex. But I was not a virgin when I met Frank either. I had three lovers before I met him. He is fairly well endowed in that department, more so then any of my former lovers. I would guess that he is somewhere between 7 or 8 inches erect. But this dick, I swear on a stack of bibles, is as big limp as my dear boyfriend was fully aroused! I would give anything to have just one chance to have something like that inside of me, hammering away at my ass!
There it is, staring me in the eye. a freak of nature. An appendage so large it takes my breath away. ‘My God what a horsecock’ is the thought that springs to mind. I gasp aloud at what is dangling in front of me, halfway down this man’s knees. I have seen many big dicks in porn, but quite unprepared for this. A huge shaft extends down his thighs, as thick as my forearm, When he catches me staring at his dick, he just smiles. He is uncircumcised and the knob is enormous, almost as big as a tennis ball, the biggest mushroom head I have ever seen.
He grabs a towel and wraps it around his hips. ‘I guess I’ll see you in a minute’ he says and walks away, towards the steamroom. Hastily I take off my workout gear and underwear. Thank God he is gone or he would have seen my precum stain in my Calvin Kleins and hard cock, though not nearly as big as Mr Mitchell’s. Wrapped in my towel I go into the steamroom, my heart beating like crazy. ‘What the fuck am I doing? This guy is straight and you follow him like a starved puppy!’ are among the thoughts going through my mind.
Fortunately the steamroom looks empty. It is hard to see anything but soon I notice Mr Mitchell. He is on an upper bench and I sit down opposite him, on a lower one.
‘Aaaaaah, this is great. I’ve had a hell of a day’ Mr Mitchell starts his chitchat. ‘How long have you been with the firm Paul? Three years already? I have been hearing some good things about you, son.
Then he pauses. ‘Are you married, or do you have a girlfriend right now?’. I tell him that I do not have time for a relationship right now. Again, I lied. ‘O that’s a shame…but I’m sure you will find someone soon’ he said. Then, another longer pause.
‘Pffff, it is hot in here!’ Mr Mitchell says and removes his towel. ‘That’s better!’ and he closes his eyes and leans against the back of the wall. His legs are spread apart. There are at least 11 inches of big fat horsemeat dangling down the edge of the bench hanging over two enormous loose tangerine-sized balls, and this is all happening at 3 feet from where I am sitting!. I can't believe the size of that thing; it is amost as long as a 12 inch school ruler. I could not help but stare again and he must feel my eyes glued at his enormous cock.
‘O, sorry Paul, I didn’t mean to embarrass you or anything. I know I am quite endowed. Don’t worry about it, everybody stares at it’. My cock is raging hard right now and I have serious trouble hiding it, with the sweat tearing down my body. I just have to say it, I can’t resist that big dick although I could lose my job. ‘Mr Mitchell’ I said ‘you have the biggest, most enormous horsecock I have ever seen. How big is it?’, I asked. Mr Mitchell gives me a mysterious look and replies:
‘You’re kidding! I guess you are a cocksucking queer and you are telling me you have never seen a cock this big?’. I could not believe my ears!
‘God no’, I say with a dry mouth ‘they are hard to find’.
‘Most men feel intimidated at the sight of my big cock. It makes them feel inferior."
I am beginning to feel a little sick now. It is true. My own penis feels so small, I feel emasculated although it is well above average at close to seven inches.
‘I'm bigger than most men. It is always around ten, eleven inches but unfortunately doesn’t get any bigger when hard. it doesn’t stand up straight as it is too heavy… my wife never appreciated my size and therefore I fulfill my sexual appetite outside of our bedroom. She doesn’t approve of it but hey, she will have to live with that….but it is hard to find someone who is able to take it all. And I like it in a man that he takes every inch up his ass and down his throat’.
Again my mouth drops. Did he just say ‘man’?! He is into guys?! The thought had not even sunk in when he stands up and come towards me. It looks like his cock is getting even fatter now and is glistening with sweat. I want to try that cock! Poor Mr Mitchell! He has a beautiful tool and his wife doesn't know how to use it and she probably has that 50's mentality and never even talks about it.
He is standing up and swings that huge piece of cock from left to right. What a teaser! ‘You want this?’ he asks coyly.
‘OH GOD, DO I!’ I say and drop to my knees in front of him.
I grab his cock in my hand and weigh it. It is very heavy and my hand could not reach all the way around it. anything close to this size. I slowly reach forward and lick the pre cum off the head. ‘How'd you get so fucking huge?’ I ask him in wonder. He laughs, then responds,
‘Exercise and vitamins."
Before I knew what is happening I feel his rough hands rip at my towel from behind, and it is ripped off my body. His big hand is clamped over my mouth and I feel Mr Mitchell sit next to me. He takes his hand away and I feel him lean in. I can feel his breath on my ear, and then I feel his tongue. Oh my god, the big boss is sticking his tongue in my head. I turn my head slightly to the left and he immediately finds my mouth with his. He pushes his tongue in and gives me one of the most amazing kisses I have ever had.
I lower my face as I want to suck that monster dick. I gazed at his cock. It is even bigger than I'd thought...a good 11 inches long, anyway, and now nearly as thick as a coke can. Veins were bulging from it, pulsing with blood. I grab it and ca feel it throb in my hand.
‘You have an incredible touch baby,’ he whispers, ‘Now give that cock a lick.’ Leaning forward, I use my tongue and lick the head of his cock. Precum is already moistening around it. "Mmmmm...tastes good." I say. He put both his hands on my head and I slowly fit that thing in my mouth....it is so large that I literally have to open my jaw as wide as I could just to fit it in. Wrapping my lips around it, I begin to slowly get inch after inch of it down my throat. I looked up at him, as close as I could get. His pubic hair brushes my nose and I catch a glimpse of him, mouth open in pleasure and eyes intently watching from above me. I swallow, I try not to think about it and how I need another breath soon. He pushes deep, holding there, my bottom lip sort of on his balls and my top lip almost past his cock. I feel my chest shake in a half cough, half gag.
‘That's it.’ He pulls me back and I get one breath before it is in my mouth again, saliva now all around my lips and up my cheeks. I know my face was smeared.He slaps my face then, maybe aware my mind was improbably drifting.
‘Suck!’
But having never experienced such a hung stud before, it is more difficult than I'd imagined. As I feel his head push against the back of my mouth, I start to gag, which I'd never done.
‘Oh yeah,’ Mr Mitchell added, ‘Gag on that big dick.’ I try to relax my throat as he pushes his cock in, I can feel it and I try to suppress the gag. He holds me again that I have to take the whole thing, I have no way to signal I understand so I just close my eyes and try to relax. The gag comes and I bend forward as much as I could. I try to turn my face away but I receive another slap.
‘No. Take the whole thing, swallow it.’ I nod but it was lost because his giant cock is already back in my mouth. He thrusts deeper and deeper taking a good grip of my hair at the back of my head and moving me back and forth.
He was fucking my face.
‘You're so fucking big, Mr Mitchell’, I manage to say in beween throat clearings. ‘But I love it. Now fuck my face, I want your big fat cock down the hatch’ and I dive back in.
At first I wasn't sure if I'd puke, but I am so eager for him that I comply, letting him thrust far into my throat again and again, choking and sputtering as he does. Oddly enough, the more he thrust and the more I gagged, the more I enjoy it. After all, I know I am probably the luckiest guy in the world to get to suck such a massive piece of meat.
So I gag, again and again, until tears are streaking down my face. But, as I do, he urges me on, challenging me to fit even more in my mouth. I know I couldn't disappoint.
So, as the suck-fest goes on, I begin to ease up, and eventually I was take all nearly eleven inches of him down my throat!
After work I often go to a 24-hour gym to work out before going home. There are usually a only a few guys working out at 11:00 in the evening so I don’t get a lot of opportunity to do any cock-staring in the shower room. But last week that changed. After working out, the lockerroom was empty except for one older guy who apparently had just come arrived. I was pleasantly surprised to see that it was Mr Brian Mitchell. He is one of the head attorneys at my office and a very hot man, at least 6'4 and looking strong. I am no slouch myself, at 6'2 and 95kgs I am pretty built myself, but this man, twice my age, is huge. He is just taking off his suit tie and unbuttoning his shirt to reveal a V-neck T-shirt that had dark hair tumbling out at the neck and revealing big biceps and forearms just covered with thick fur! Big muscular thighs and calves are also covered with the same thick fur.
All I know he is married with grown-up kids and I guess he is in his early sixties. He always draws my attention, not only because of his broad shoulders and tight ass in his suit but it is mainly the enormous tent in his slacks that my eyes keeps going at .You can’t help but look down when he walks towards you. One day his cock would just be a huge bulge, another it would be hanging down one side or the other of his pant leg. It got to the point where I had to seek him out, just to see how he was hanging. And here he is, right in front of me in northing but his skimpy, bulging underwear.
‘Hey Paul’ he says, ‘What are you doing here at this time of night? I haven’t seen you before at this place’. His tight white underwear appears about to burst. It almost looks like he had shoved a big knobby snake in his pants. I could see a serpentine head shifting. His cock was bursting to get out of those tight white Fruit of the Looms.
‘Hey Mr Mitchell! I have just been working out and was heading for the steam room. Would you care to join me?’ This was a big lie as I was exhausted and about to hit the showers and go home. ‘O, what the hell’, Mitchell says, ‘I’ll skip my work out and we can have some kind of a business meeting in the steamroom. Let’s combine business with pleasure…’ and that’s when he starts pulling down his briefs. I stare at Mr Mitchell's face first but then I have to lower my eyes to see that monster of a cock! I am sure my mouth is agape in shock.
Now I am not overly experienced in the matters of sex. But I was not a virgin when I met Frank either. I had three lovers before I met him. He is fairly well endowed in that department, more so then any of my former lovers. I would guess that he is somewhere between 7 or 8 inches erect. But this dick, I swear on a stack of bibles, is as big limp as my dear boyfriend was fully aroused! I would give anything to have just one chance to have something like that inside of me, hammering away at my ass!
There it is, staring me in the eye. a freak of nature. An appendage so large it takes my breath away. ‘My God what a horsecock’ is the thought that springs to mind. I gasp aloud at what is dangling in front of me, halfway down this man’s knees. I have seen many big dicks in porn, but quite unprepared for this. A huge shaft extends down his thighs, as thick as my forearm, When he catches me staring at his dick, he just smiles. He is uncircumcised and the knob is enormous, almost as big as a tennis ball, the biggest mushroom head I have ever seen.
He grabs a towel and wraps it around his hips. ‘I guess I’ll see you in a minute’ he says and walks away, towards the steamroom. Hastily I take off my workout gear and underwear. Thank God he is gone or he would have seen my precum stain in my Calvin Kleins and hard cock, though not nearly as big as Mr Mitchell’s. Wrapped in my towel I go into the steamroom, my heart beating like crazy. ‘What the fuck am I doing? This guy is straight and you follow him like a starved puppy!’ are among the thoughts going through my mind.
Fortunately the steamroom looks empty. It is hard to see anything but soon I notice Mr Mitchell. He is on an upper bench and I sit down opposite him, on a lower one.
‘Aaaaaah, this is great. I’ve had a hell of a day’ Mr Mitchell starts his chitchat. ‘How long have you been with the firm Paul? Three years already? I have been hearing some good things about you, son.
Then he pauses. ‘Are you married, or do you have a girlfriend right now?’. I tell him that I do not have time for a relationship right now. Again, I lied. ‘O that’s a shame…but I’m sure you will find someone soon’ he said. Then, another longer pause.
‘Pffff, it is hot in here!’ Mr Mitchell says and removes his towel. ‘That’s better!’ and he closes his eyes and leans against the back of the wall. His legs are spread apart. There are at least 11 inches of big fat horsemeat dangling down the edge of the bench hanging over two enormous loose tangerine-sized balls, and this is all happening at 3 feet from where I am sitting!. I can't believe the size of that thing; it is amost as long as a 12 inch school ruler. I could not help but stare again and he must feel my eyes glued at his enormous cock.
‘O, sorry Paul, I didn’t mean to embarrass you or anything. I know I am quite endowed. Don’t worry about it, everybody stares at it’. My cock is raging hard right now and I have serious trouble hiding it, with the sweat tearing down my body. I just have to say it, I can’t resist that big dick although I could lose my job. ‘Mr Mitchell’ I said ‘you have the biggest, most enormous horsecock I have ever seen. How big is it?’, I asked. Mr Mitchell gives me a mysterious look and replies:
‘You’re kidding! I guess you are a cocksucking queer and you are telling me you have never seen a cock this big?’. I could not believe my ears!
‘God no’, I say with a dry mouth ‘they are hard to find’.
‘Most men feel intimidated at the sight of my big cock. It makes them feel inferior."
I am beginning to feel a little sick now. It is true. My own penis feels so small, I feel emasculated although it is well above average at close to seven inches.
‘I'm bigger than most men. It is always around ten, eleven inches but unfortunately doesn’t get any bigger when hard. it doesn’t stand up straight as it is too heavy… my wife never appreciated my size and therefore I fulfill my sexual appetite outside of our bedroom. She doesn’t approve of it but hey, she will have to live with that….but it is hard to find someone who is able to take it all. And I like it in a man that he takes every inch up his ass and down his throat’.
Again my mouth drops. Did he just say ‘man’?! He is into guys?! The thought had not even sunk in when he stands up and come towards me. It looks like his cock is getting even fatter now and is glistening with sweat. I want to try that cock! Poor Mr Mitchell! He has a beautiful tool and his wife doesn't know how to use it and she probably has that 50's mentality and never even talks about it.
He is standing up and swings that huge piece of cock from left to right. What a teaser! ‘You want this?’ he asks coyly.
‘OH GOD, DO I!’ I say and drop to my knees in front of him.
I grab his cock in my hand and weigh it. It is very heavy and my hand could not reach all the way around it. anything close to this size. I slowly reach forward and lick the pre cum off the head. ‘How'd you get so fucking huge?’ I ask him in wonder. He laughs, then responds,
‘Exercise and vitamins."
Before I knew what is happening I feel his rough hands rip at my towel from behind, and it is ripped off my body. His big hand is clamped over my mouth and I feel Mr Mitchell sit next to me. He takes his hand away and I feel him lean in. I can feel his breath on my ear, and then I feel his tongue. Oh my god, the big boss is sticking his tongue in my head. I turn my head slightly to the left and he immediately finds my mouth with his. He pushes his tongue in and gives me one of the most amazing kisses I have ever had.
I lower my face as I want to suck that monster dick. I gazed at his cock. It is even bigger than I'd thought...a good 11 inches long, anyway, and now nearly as thick as a coke can. Veins were bulging from it, pulsing with blood. I grab it and ca feel it throb in my hand.
‘You have an incredible touch baby,’ he whispers, ‘Now give that cock a lick.’ Leaning forward, I use my tongue and lick the head of his cock. Precum is already moistening around it. "Mmmmm...tastes good." I say. He put both his hands on my head and I slowly fit that thing in my mouth....it is so large that I literally have to open my jaw as wide as I could just to fit it in. Wrapping my lips around it, I begin to slowly get inch after inch of it down my throat. I looked up at him, as close as I could get. His pubic hair brushes my nose and I catch a glimpse of him, mouth open in pleasure and eyes intently watching from above me. I swallow, I try not to think about it and how I need another breath soon. He pushes deep, holding there, my bottom lip sort of on his balls and my top lip almost past his cock. I feel my chest shake in a half cough, half gag.
‘That's it.’ He pulls me back and I get one breath before it is in my mouth again, saliva now all around my lips and up my cheeks. I know my face was smeared.He slaps my face then, maybe aware my mind was improbably drifting.
‘Suck!’
But having never experienced such a hung stud before, it is more difficult than I'd imagined. As I feel his head push against the back of my mouth, I start to gag, which I'd never done.
‘Oh yeah,’ Mr Mitchell added, ‘Gag on that big dick.’ I try to relax my throat as he pushes his cock in, I can feel it and I try to suppress the gag. He holds me again that I have to take the whole thing, I have no way to signal I understand so I just close my eyes and try to relax. The gag comes and I bend forward as much as I could. I try to turn my face away but I receive another slap.
‘No. Take the whole thing, swallow it.’ I nod but it was lost because his giant cock is already back in my mouth. He thrusts deeper and deeper taking a good grip of my hair at the back of my head and moving me back and forth.
He was fucking my face.
‘You're so fucking big, Mr Mitchell’, I manage to say in beween throat clearings. ‘But I love it. Now fuck my face, I want your big fat cock down the hatch’ and I dive back in.
At first I wasn't sure if I'd puke, but I am so eager for him that I comply, letting him thrust far into my throat again and again, choking and sputtering as he does. Oddly enough, the more he thrust and the more I gagged, the more I enjoy it. After all, I know I am probably the luckiest guy in the world to get to suck such a massive piece of meat.
So I gag, again and again, until tears are streaking down my face. But, as I do, he urges me on, challenging me to fit even more in my mouth. I know I couldn't disappoint.
So, as the suck-fest goes on, I begin to ease up, and eventually I was take all nearly eleven inches of him down my throat!
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