Part 1: Bruce felt the lips sliding over his massive knob. His eyes were still shut tight and the hands which had started working over his 7-incher were probably what awoke him They seemed softer to him than those of his boyfriend Kenny; but, in his half sleep mode, he couldn't really be sure of anything other than that it felt really good as one hand ran over his furry stomach and moved towards his chest while the other held his cock shaft as the lips maneuvered around the head with the tongue darting out every few seconds and slurping the underside with such force he could feel it under his thick foreskin. Out of curiosity he wanted to open his eyes and even gave it hard consideration. Then he thought different and decided to wait. The lips, tongue and hands kept working their magic and then Bruce felt another hand. 'Three hands?', he thought to himself, more than a little puzzled. 'Oh well, might as well enjoy it' he mused to himself as another tongue began to lick against his nipple. He purred with contentment as the pleasure was being given. He wondered briefly if maybe this was Kenny, but the scent in the air was different and then confirmation. "Hey Kenny-You think I could get him to give me head as he wakes up?" Bruce recognized the deep voice of their neighbor Hulon, from across the hall. About 40 years old and muscular with a massive bulge in his jeans all the time, he was hot. Since that man had moved in Bruce had fantasized about him. It had gotten to a point where in the middle of sex with his boyfriend Kenny, he'd called Kenny by the wrong name. Kenny had seen red and packed his stuff in preparation for moving out. After a long night of screaming and crying from them both, Kenny said he'd stay at least for a little while. Things were rough for two months and sex stopped completely for them both, which just made it harder for Bruce who had always cheated on his past partners and was finding the possibility of Hulon to be worth it even if Kenny walked out. In those moments, Bruce took out his favorite DVDs and used his 10 supportive buddies to keep him from doing anything that destructive-although he would end up popping his cork on scene 3 in the second have of Tariq and the Bomb Squad. Tariq was a dead ringer for Hulon McKenzie from over in unit 32. Kenny had never seen any of the movies Bruce had gotten which featured Tariq, that would have sent him packing as well. Bruce played it safe and kept them in his own personal storage area, which Kenny, being a good guy would never go near. Bruce risked it and opened his left eye and saw the mustached mouth of Hulon opening up just before it surrounded his nipple. Then he saw the tattoo of a scarab on Hulon's shoulder. 'Holy fucking crap!' he thought to himself-it's Tariq!' He closed his eyes again as he heard Kenny respond to the question which their neighbor had asked. "Yeah, go for it. Poor bastard hasn't got my cock for over three months-might as well retrain him with a nice one." Kenny let out a laugh, "Be the best damned birthday present ever from start to finish-especially the extras." "Got that right." Hulon agreed. "In fact I'm looking forward to working his ass while he..." "Sssh! Don't give away the surprise he may be plain' us right now and be awake." the sublimely sweet southern drawl from Kenny's throat pleased Bruce. Yeah, Kenny knew him all right, even knew the games he was likely to play. Still, he was wondering who the lips on his lengthening and fattening cock belonged to. He was ready to open the other eye, when he felt his head lifted and a blindfold tied on. "Gotta hold the surprise until after it's all done. Ha ha haha." Kenny began laughing and Bruce truly wondered what the surprise could be. He wanted to ask and might have but by this time Hulon had shifted around and the smell approaching Bruce's nostrils told him he'd better open his mouth. "There! Told you he was faking the sleep." Kenny laughed aloud as Bruce opened his mouth wide. For his part, Hulon, shifted his body around and was now in prime entry position for Bruce's mouth. Out of instinct he grabbed the nose between his fingers. both as a guide and a way to assure the mouth would stay open and then in he went. First fitting the thick head-filmed measurements showed it at 7.8 in circumference and then an inch at a time, thickening to nearly 8.5 at the center, possibly more if the thick veins were fully engorged with excitement.. At about the fifth inch he hit Bruce's throat and all 4 in the room heard the slight gagging sound. "Easy, easy. Relax, breathe, relax, breath, relax suck in, breathe, relax suck in, breathe,,," Hulon used the exact same words he used on the men he face fucked on film. And it worked, Bruce relaxed and the long tube- shown again on film and measured off at 10.7" slowly worked its way into the throat and past the epiglottis and to points further in. Bruce felt his cock moving towards spasming and wanted to know who was down there. He'd find out soon enough. The feel of Hulon's testicles bouncing about the sides of his noise and into his eyes, then on his forehead and then back towards his lips, sent Bruce over the edge and he started to squirt his cream into the mouth that held his tool tight. He thought that would be it; but, no. The lips began working him up again and soon enough he was hard again. He remembered the pill stuck into his mouth. Strange, he had thought that was dream. Now he realized it was real. One of those performance drugs he and Kenny were so fond of along with their ritual popper usage. Hulon moaned a deep lion sounding roar of a moan as he nearly choked his conquest with his behemoth of a throat stabber. "Oh god Kenny we gotta do it now or it'll be too late." his face was covered in hot sweaty beads. Kenny knew it was time. Coming up- Part 2.