This is my first attempt at a story. Let me know what you think and provide some feedback.
Kyle, 21 years old and in college at University, is an average guy. Average height: 5'11". Average weight, with a bit of muscle: 170lb. Average-ish penis: 7 inches long when hard.
Kyle went to a club downtown with some friends.
Lights, camera, action. The DJ was awesome. It was EDM night and everybody was going hard. The guy working the lights was on fire. The music was top notch. And although there were definitely more guys in the clubs than girls, the girls were smokin'!
Kyle was jumping, movin', and head-bobbin' to the beat when he saw a guy that caught his attention. Normally, Kyle was one more for the ladies, but recently he'd found that guys with a certain look caught his eye more and more.
Although he didn't know it at the time, this guy's name was Laurence.
Laurence, standing 6'3", a muscular Austrian-looking man--and I mean MAN--was trying to make his way into the crowd, towards the center. He was wearing a shirt with a lot of text on it.
Trying not to stare, Kyle wanted to know what the shirt said.
Finally, he realized that it said: "If you put in enough effort to read this, you owe me a blow-job."
One of those kinds of shirts... This guy must be a real douche. But Kyle couldn't stop looking.
His eyes met with Laurence's.
Laurence's eyes narrowed. He eyed Kyle up and down quickly.
Kyle's eyes shot towards the ground. When he looked up a moment later, Laurence was still looking at him.
He didn't say anything.
Finally, despite the loud blasting music, Kyle finally said, "Nice shirt."
Laurence didn't hear him, although he knew Kyle had said something to him. He lowered his head, turning it so that his ear was facing Kyle's mouth.
Kyle repeated: "Nice shirt! I guess I owe you a blow-job haha" he laughed nervously.
Laurence looked at him, giving him the once over once again. "Yeah," he shouted in Kyle's hear. "Meet me in the men's bathroom in 5 min."
Kyle was stunned. Was this guy serious? There was no way this was about to happen. He looked at Laurence as he walked toward the back of the club. He was muscular all over. Arms, chest, back, and a nice bubble butt to boot. Fricken' Austrians...
Kyle wasn't used to this. He was attracted to women, not men. But if he was ever going to figure out his masculinity issues, now was the time, right? He was in college. It was the time to experiment, right?
He couldn't.
But he had too!
Looking at his phone, he waited until 4 minutes had passed and then headed towards the back of the club, toward the bathroom.
He tried the handle, but it was locked. But then it unlocked. He opened it, and entered.
It was one of those full size, handicap-accessible men's bathrooms with a toilet, urinal, and a sink. It was clean. Really, it was a very normal bathroom, except for the giant muscular Austrian guy standing in the middle of the room.
"You owe me a blow-job," Laurence smiled as he said this.
"Uhhmm, I, uhh" Kyle couldn't stop stammering.
Laurence's smirk turned into a more sincere, less cocky smile. "This is your first time, isn't it."
Kyle was embarrassed. He didn't want to admit anything, but looking at the huge Austrian he knew he was in above his head.
"Yeah, I've never blown a guy or anything..." Kyle finally replied.
"Well, I won't make you do anything you don't want to," Laurence said compassionately.
"Tell you what, I'm just going to give you some choices. If you take them, great, if not, fine" Laurence said. As he said this, he removed his shirt, revealing a beautiful, sweat-coated, glistening six-pack and amazing pecs. It was the kind of thing you expected to see on Abercrombie models, not on people you actually met in person.
"Uhh, ohh, I..." Kyle couldn't stop stammering. He just admired those beautiful pecs, that glistening six pack, the grooves between the abs that he'd dreamed of having, had fantasized about, but had never managed to attain, despite several months of ab workouts.
With his shirt off, Laurence revealed something else--whether it was intentional is ambiguous. His shirt, which was a bit long, had covered his crotch. Now, with no shirt, it was just his jeans clutching his massive bulge. It was huge. Incredibly huge. How could Kyle have missed it? It was as though he had a cucumber stuck down those skinny jeans, with a couple oranges (and not those little tangerines either!) stuffed beneath the shaft. It couldn't be real. It shouldn't be real! It wouldn't be fair for somebody to have a cock like that!
Kyle just stared. At first, he'd stared at the 6-pack and pecs, but now his eyes were focused on the more eminent prize. His eyes shot up to Laurence's eyes.
"I know what you see. I know what you want. I told you, it's your choice; it's your decision. Go for it if you want. If you're curious, search for the answer."
Kyle's eyes shot from Laurence's eyes to his crotch. Laurence, moving one of his muscular, sculpted arms, grabbed his crotch, adjust the bulge ever so slightly, but mostly just tugging the enormous member concealed by those jeans, taunting Kyle, inviting him.
Kyle was sweating. His hands were trembling, but he'd made up his mind. He reached out a hand towards that amazing bulge, towards that amazing hidden cock.
He cupped the shaft and the bottom of the head. Even through those jeans it was radiating heat. He closed his fingers around the jean-enclosed shaft, grasping that cock, that monster of a cock.
It pulsated, as though responding to his touch. It was real. It was soooo meaty and soft. How could it be? How could a cock this massive still be soft?
By this time, Kyle's dick was rock hard. Notice that I write "dick," for the only COCK in the room belonged to Laurence, not Kyle. Even hard, Kyle's 7-inch dick, which he'd never been dissatisfied with, felt small in comparison to the behemoth he held in his hands.
Still cupping Laurence's bulge, he looked Laurence in the eyes.
"Go ahead," Laurence seemed to say, although not uttering anything verbally. It was in his eyes. Those bright, light blue eyes.
Kyle unbuckled Laurence's belt. His hand's still trembling, he got it unlatched and pulled the tail from the buckle. Darting his eyes up at Laurence's beautiful eyes and chest, he went for the button. Hands still trembling, shaking spasmodically, excited while also anxious, he managed to undo the button.
Even before trying to lower the jeans, the pants began to sag. Just the pressure of that monstrous cock inside was enough to lower the pants a bit. They wanted to be undone. They wanted to be lowered. The monster wanted to be unveiled.
Kyle slowly tugged down Laurence's jeans. He just stood there, watching Kyle approvingly.
With his jeans at his knees, Laurence's behemoth was nearly free. It extended in his boxer briefs, threatening to break the elastic. It was as though there was a creature attempting to break free. Maybe one of those giant snakes from SciFi? Or some kind of mutant vegetable. Either way, the form stretching his boxer briefs, protruding to the left side of his groin, was enormous. ENORMOUS. MASSIVE. OMG!
With the boxer briefs still on, Kyle reached for this massive member. Both hands gripping the now growing and hardening bulge, he didn't know what to do with himself.
He looked again at Laurence, that beautiful six pack, those beautiful, massive biceps. He grabbed hold of the cock and, his knees growing week, fell forward. His face brushed against and found support in the grooves of Laurence's six-pack. He felt Laurence's massive hands and forearms caressing his face, guiding him towards the still growing cock, still concealed by a thin layer of fabric. His tongue caressed the Adonis abs, his hand made its way to the Herculean abs.
He fell further, his face no longer pressed against that incredible body. Kyle was now face-to-face with the SHAFT. The behemoth. His hands fell away from the abs and six-pack. He couldn't restrain himself any longer.
Gripping the waistband on both sides, Kyle slowly lowered Laurence's boxer-briefs. He saw the beginning of the shaft and some blonde pubes. He saw more of the shaft. And MORE and MORE AND MORE. And finally, as the meaty monster head came forth, the boxer briefs--now stretched past their limit--came free, revealing the monster of a cock that had been hiding beneath.
Kyle reached out his hand to take hold of the monster. One hand covered hardly anything. This monster was too thick for his grasp, and much to long to be covered with just one hand.
Kyle outreached his other hand, placing it on the shaft. Even with two hands placed firmly on the shaft, gripping it, massaging it, jerking it, there was still a decent amount of shaft, and all of the head, remaining.
Kyle looked up at Laurence. His eyes were closed in ecstasy. His hands were on Kyle's head, slowly guiding Kyle to his final destination.
Kyle's lips touched the cock head. It was radiating heat.
Laurence pushed Kyle's head slowly, gently, towards his groin. Kyle opened his mouth to accommodate. He knew what Laurence wanted. Indeed, he knew what he himself wanted.
Kyle opened his mouth wide, as wide as he could, just barely fitting the massive head in even as he stretched his jaw. With both hands and his mouth, he had most of this monster within his grasp.
He resumed jerking, pulling and pushing his hands slowly in motion with his now bobbing head. In further, and out a bit, in further, and out a bit.
Laurence's massive cock filled up his entire mouth. How could a cock be this big? Two hands and he still needed a fully stretched mouth to contain his cock? This guy was insane?
Kyle continued this motion, pulling and pushing, pulling and pushing, working in some flicks of his tongue. He was getting the hang of this.
He felt the monster growing it's last little bit. Longer, harder, wider. Kyle's mouth stretched to accommodate the added girth. This thing had to be 14 inches long by now. Surely at least longer than a foot.
Kyle continued though. Push and pull, blow and suck.
He felt Laurence's hands grasp his head, his grip tightening. He could feel the cock pulsating unlike before. He knew what was coming.
Kyle removed his hands from the massive shaft and put them firmly against Laurence's muscular thighs. With a swift motion, he pushed against the thighs, freeing his mouth from that monstrous cock head just in time to be showered in the face with hot cum. Laurence tried to re-establish his position, but his cock was too busy shooting for him to realistically have a chance. He shot all over Kyle's hair and face and the bathroom floor. Hot string after string, wave after wave.
Laurence finished. He looked at Kyle, a bit disappointed that he hadn't swallowed. Grabbing his dick, he bent down a bit to lick the residual cum from his own head.
He then left Kyle in awe, exiting the bathroom, but shutting the door and giving Kyle enough time to lock it as this Adonis left, giving him enough time to clean up a bit and return to the club as though nothing had happened. This is what Kyle had wanted. What he had wanted and much MUCH more.
Kyle, 21 years old and in college at University, is an average guy. Average height: 5'11". Average weight, with a bit of muscle: 170lb. Average-ish penis: 7 inches long when hard.
Kyle went to a club downtown with some friends.
Lights, camera, action. The DJ was awesome. It was EDM night and everybody was going hard. The guy working the lights was on fire. The music was top notch. And although there were definitely more guys in the clubs than girls, the girls were smokin'!
Kyle was jumping, movin', and head-bobbin' to the beat when he saw a guy that caught his attention. Normally, Kyle was one more for the ladies, but recently he'd found that guys with a certain look caught his eye more and more.
Although he didn't know it at the time, this guy's name was Laurence.
Laurence, standing 6'3", a muscular Austrian-looking man--and I mean MAN--was trying to make his way into the crowd, towards the center. He was wearing a shirt with a lot of text on it.
Trying not to stare, Kyle wanted to know what the shirt said.
Finally, he realized that it said: "If you put in enough effort to read this, you owe me a blow-job."
One of those kinds of shirts... This guy must be a real douche. But Kyle couldn't stop looking.
His eyes met with Laurence's.
Laurence's eyes narrowed. He eyed Kyle up and down quickly.
Kyle's eyes shot towards the ground. When he looked up a moment later, Laurence was still looking at him.
He didn't say anything.
Finally, despite the loud blasting music, Kyle finally said, "Nice shirt."
Laurence didn't hear him, although he knew Kyle had said something to him. He lowered his head, turning it so that his ear was facing Kyle's mouth.
Kyle repeated: "Nice shirt! I guess I owe you a blow-job haha" he laughed nervously.
Laurence looked at him, giving him the once over once again. "Yeah," he shouted in Kyle's hear. "Meet me in the men's bathroom in 5 min."
Kyle was stunned. Was this guy serious? There was no way this was about to happen. He looked at Laurence as he walked toward the back of the club. He was muscular all over. Arms, chest, back, and a nice bubble butt to boot. Fricken' Austrians...
Kyle wasn't used to this. He was attracted to women, not men. But if he was ever going to figure out his masculinity issues, now was the time, right? He was in college. It was the time to experiment, right?
He couldn't.
But he had too!
Looking at his phone, he waited until 4 minutes had passed and then headed towards the back of the club, toward the bathroom.
He tried the handle, but it was locked. But then it unlocked. He opened it, and entered.
It was one of those full size, handicap-accessible men's bathrooms with a toilet, urinal, and a sink. It was clean. Really, it was a very normal bathroom, except for the giant muscular Austrian guy standing in the middle of the room.
"You owe me a blow-job," Laurence smiled as he said this.
"Uhhmm, I, uhh" Kyle couldn't stop stammering.
Laurence's smirk turned into a more sincere, less cocky smile. "This is your first time, isn't it."
Kyle was embarrassed. He didn't want to admit anything, but looking at the huge Austrian he knew he was in above his head.
"Yeah, I've never blown a guy or anything..." Kyle finally replied.
"Well, I won't make you do anything you don't want to," Laurence said compassionately.
"Tell you what, I'm just going to give you some choices. If you take them, great, if not, fine" Laurence said. As he said this, he removed his shirt, revealing a beautiful, sweat-coated, glistening six-pack and amazing pecs. It was the kind of thing you expected to see on Abercrombie models, not on people you actually met in person.
"Uhh, ohh, I..." Kyle couldn't stop stammering. He just admired those beautiful pecs, that glistening six pack, the grooves between the abs that he'd dreamed of having, had fantasized about, but had never managed to attain, despite several months of ab workouts.
With his shirt off, Laurence revealed something else--whether it was intentional is ambiguous. His shirt, which was a bit long, had covered his crotch. Now, with no shirt, it was just his jeans clutching his massive bulge. It was huge. Incredibly huge. How could Kyle have missed it? It was as though he had a cucumber stuck down those skinny jeans, with a couple oranges (and not those little tangerines either!) stuffed beneath the shaft. It couldn't be real. It shouldn't be real! It wouldn't be fair for somebody to have a cock like that!
Kyle just stared. At first, he'd stared at the 6-pack and pecs, but now his eyes were focused on the more eminent prize. His eyes shot up to Laurence's eyes.
"I know what you see. I know what you want. I told you, it's your choice; it's your decision. Go for it if you want. If you're curious, search for the answer."
Kyle's eyes shot from Laurence's eyes to his crotch. Laurence, moving one of his muscular, sculpted arms, grabbed his crotch, adjust the bulge ever so slightly, but mostly just tugging the enormous member concealed by those jeans, taunting Kyle, inviting him.
Kyle was sweating. His hands were trembling, but he'd made up his mind. He reached out a hand towards that amazing bulge, towards that amazing hidden cock.
He cupped the shaft and the bottom of the head. Even through those jeans it was radiating heat. He closed his fingers around the jean-enclosed shaft, grasping that cock, that monster of a cock.
It pulsated, as though responding to his touch. It was real. It was soooo meaty and soft. How could it be? How could a cock this massive still be soft?
By this time, Kyle's dick was rock hard. Notice that I write "dick," for the only COCK in the room belonged to Laurence, not Kyle. Even hard, Kyle's 7-inch dick, which he'd never been dissatisfied with, felt small in comparison to the behemoth he held in his hands.
Still cupping Laurence's bulge, he looked Laurence in the eyes.
"Go ahead," Laurence seemed to say, although not uttering anything verbally. It was in his eyes. Those bright, light blue eyes.
Kyle unbuckled Laurence's belt. His hand's still trembling, he got it unlatched and pulled the tail from the buckle. Darting his eyes up at Laurence's beautiful eyes and chest, he went for the button. Hands still trembling, shaking spasmodically, excited while also anxious, he managed to undo the button.
Even before trying to lower the jeans, the pants began to sag. Just the pressure of that monstrous cock inside was enough to lower the pants a bit. They wanted to be undone. They wanted to be lowered. The monster wanted to be unveiled.
Kyle slowly tugged down Laurence's jeans. He just stood there, watching Kyle approvingly.
With his jeans at his knees, Laurence's behemoth was nearly free. It extended in his boxer briefs, threatening to break the elastic. It was as though there was a creature attempting to break free. Maybe one of those giant snakes from SciFi? Or some kind of mutant vegetable. Either way, the form stretching his boxer briefs, protruding to the left side of his groin, was enormous. ENORMOUS. MASSIVE. OMG!
With the boxer briefs still on, Kyle reached for this massive member. Both hands gripping the now growing and hardening bulge, he didn't know what to do with himself.
He looked again at Laurence, that beautiful six pack, those beautiful, massive biceps. He grabbed hold of the cock and, his knees growing week, fell forward. His face brushed against and found support in the grooves of Laurence's six-pack. He felt Laurence's massive hands and forearms caressing his face, guiding him towards the still growing cock, still concealed by a thin layer of fabric. His tongue caressed the Adonis abs, his hand made its way to the Herculean abs.
He fell further, his face no longer pressed against that incredible body. Kyle was now face-to-face with the SHAFT. The behemoth. His hands fell away from the abs and six-pack. He couldn't restrain himself any longer.
Gripping the waistband on both sides, Kyle slowly lowered Laurence's boxer-briefs. He saw the beginning of the shaft and some blonde pubes. He saw more of the shaft. And MORE and MORE AND MORE. And finally, as the meaty monster head came forth, the boxer briefs--now stretched past their limit--came free, revealing the monster of a cock that had been hiding beneath.
Kyle reached out his hand to take hold of the monster. One hand covered hardly anything. This monster was too thick for his grasp, and much to long to be covered with just one hand.
Kyle outreached his other hand, placing it on the shaft. Even with two hands placed firmly on the shaft, gripping it, massaging it, jerking it, there was still a decent amount of shaft, and all of the head, remaining.
Kyle looked up at Laurence. His eyes were closed in ecstasy. His hands were on Kyle's head, slowly guiding Kyle to his final destination.
Kyle's lips touched the cock head. It was radiating heat.
Laurence pushed Kyle's head slowly, gently, towards his groin. Kyle opened his mouth to accommodate. He knew what Laurence wanted. Indeed, he knew what he himself wanted.
Kyle opened his mouth wide, as wide as he could, just barely fitting the massive head in even as he stretched his jaw. With both hands and his mouth, he had most of this monster within his grasp.
He resumed jerking, pulling and pushing his hands slowly in motion with his now bobbing head. In further, and out a bit, in further, and out a bit.
Laurence's massive cock filled up his entire mouth. How could a cock be this big? Two hands and he still needed a fully stretched mouth to contain his cock? This guy was insane?
Kyle continued this motion, pulling and pushing, pulling and pushing, working in some flicks of his tongue. He was getting the hang of this.
He felt the monster growing it's last little bit. Longer, harder, wider. Kyle's mouth stretched to accommodate the added girth. This thing had to be 14 inches long by now. Surely at least longer than a foot.
Kyle continued though. Push and pull, blow and suck.
He felt Laurence's hands grasp his head, his grip tightening. He could feel the cock pulsating unlike before. He knew what was coming.
Kyle removed his hands from the massive shaft and put them firmly against Laurence's muscular thighs. With a swift motion, he pushed against the thighs, freeing his mouth from that monstrous cock head just in time to be showered in the face with hot cum. Laurence tried to re-establish his position, but his cock was too busy shooting for him to realistically have a chance. He shot all over Kyle's hair and face and the bathroom floor. Hot string after string, wave after wave.
Laurence finished. He looked at Kyle, a bit disappointed that he hadn't swallowed. Grabbing his dick, he bent down a bit to lick the residual cum from his own head.
He then left Kyle in awe, exiting the bathroom, but shutting the door and giving Kyle enough time to lock it as this Adonis left, giving him enough time to clean up a bit and return to the club as though nothing had happened. This is what Kyle had wanted. What he had wanted and much MUCH more.
