I can't say I didn't like it cause when I was done reading I looked down and my friend down there was saying hello Haha. Good story can't wait to read more
The decision to post as a separate thread was mine. Because it is a side story, I didn't want it to distract readers from the main story line in the original thread. I am posting the next part now, with the "big" finale to come later today or tomorrow. I hope the group enjoys them!
Part VI
Greg wondered if he was dreaming. The biggest, most powerful muscle jock he had ever met had just offered up his ass to Gregs oversized cock, a cock that was now throbbing with desire. Greg moved forward on the bed to where Dustin was waiting on all fours. He laid his tube between Dustins muscular ass. The thick meat seemed like it was made for that ass, fitting tightly between the football players globes and extending several inchesmake that many inchesalong Dustins lower back. Greg wondered if it would all fit, but he was determined to try.
Greg moved back and started pushing his engorged cockhead in between Dustins asscheeks.
Hang on there, Stickboy! What are you doing?
Um, well, I was gonna . . .
Fuck me without using any lube or stretching me out first? Dumbass! We need to work on your people skills. Take a look in my nightstand.
Embarrassed by his over-eagerness, Greg reached over to Dustins nightstand and pulled open the top drawer. It contained a couple of porn magazines, a big tube of lube, and three dildos of different sizes. He pulled out the lube and the dildos and passed them to Dustin.
Ah, good. Greg, meet Tom, Dick, and Harry. We spend a lot of time together. Dustin said with a smile.
Which is which?
Dustin explained that the medium size 6-inch dildo was Harry, and the thicker 8-inch dildo was Dick. The remaining smaller, thinner 4-inch tool was Sam. Greg remarked that Sam was awfully, well, small for Dustins big body.
Dont assume, Stickboy. I top as well as bottom, and sometimes my partners need a lot of stretching before they can handle me. Ill show you one day, but for now, lets get me ready to handle that big meat of yours. Lube up Harry and Dick and lets do this thing.
Greg eagerly lubed up both larger dildos and got in position behind Dustin again. He used some extra lube on Dustins asshole. He was amazed at how much power and strength he felt.
Ok, start with Harry.
Greg slowly inserted the six-inch dildo into Dustins ass. At first there was a little resistance, but then Dustin relaxed his ass muscles and the dildo slid in all the way to the hilt. Greg was impressed, and it must have shown on his face. Dustin smirked and said Practice makes perfect. Stroke it back and forth a couple of times and then try using Dick.
Greg noticed that Dustin closed his eyes and smiled as Greg stroked the dildo back and forth, and Greg thought that maybe bottoming could be enjoyable after all.
Greg repeated the process with Dick. Dustin handled the larger dildo pretty well, although it took a while to work it in to the base. By that time Dustin was breathing heavier and starting to sweat more. As Greg pulled out the dildo, he worried that it was only eight inches long. Even with his big frame, would Dustin be able to handle a cock that was over twelve inches?
Thats starting to feel real good, Stickboy. Now open the other drawer.
Greg did as he was told and was surprised by what he found. The other drawer of the nightstand contained just one thinga much thicker dildo that was about ten inches long. This one had a realistic cock head, and the body was covered in concentric raised circles.
Thats Big Bertha. Shes ribbed for my extra pleasure, Dustin said with a grin. Lets get to work!
Greg excitedly lubed up Big Bertha and started inserting it into Dustins ass. It took a lot longer this time. Bertha was much thicker than the other dildos, almost as thick as Gregs own cock. Over the several minutes it took get Bertha all in, Greg could see the pleasure it was giving Dustin. His breathing had turned to panting with a few quiet groans as well. The thought that Gregs own cock would soon be taking the place of Bertha caused his erection to return, swelling his cock from its soft six inches to just over 11 inches.
Looking at Greg over his shoulder and seeing his horny dilemma, Dustin said, OK Stickboy. Its time. Climb on and lets see what you can do with that log.
Greg wondered if he was dreaming. The biggest, most powerful muscle jock he had ever met had just offered up his ass to Gregs oversized cock, a cock that was now throbbing with desire. Greg moved forward on the bed to where Dustin was waiting on all fours. He laid his tube between Dustins muscular ass. The thick meat seemed like it was made for that ass, fitting tightly between the football players globes and extending several inchesmake that many inchesalong Dustins lower back. Greg wondered if it would all fit, but he was determined to try.
Greg moved back and started pushing his engorged cockhead in between Dustins asscheeks.
Hang on there, Stickboy! What are you doing?
Um, well, I was gonna . . .
Fuck me without using any lube or stretching me out first? Dumbass! We need to work on your people skills. Take a look in my nightstand.
Embarrassed by his over-eagerness, Greg reached over to Dustins nightstand and pulled open the top drawer. It contained a couple of porn magazines, a big tube of lube, and three dildos of different sizes. He pulled out the lube and the dildos and passed them to Dustin.
Ah, good. Greg, meet Tom, Dick, and Harry. We spend a lot of time together. Dustin said with a smile.
Which is which?
Dustin explained that the medium size 6-inch dildo was Harry, and the thicker 8-inch dildo was Dick. The remaining smaller, thinner 4-inch tool was Sam. Greg remarked that Sam was awfully, well, small for Dustins big body.
Dont assume, Stickboy. I top as well as bottom, and sometimes my partners need a lot of stretching before they can handle me. Ill show you one day, but for now, lets get me ready to handle that big meat of yours. Lube up Harry and Dick and lets do this thing.
Greg eagerly lubed up both larger dildos and got in position behind Dustin again. He used some extra lube on Dustins asshole. He was amazed at how much power and strength he felt.
Ok, start with Harry.
Greg slowly inserted the six-inch dildo into Dustins ass. At first there was a little resistance, but then Dustin relaxed his ass muscles and the dildo slid in all the way to the hilt. Greg was impressed, and it must have shown on his face. Dustin smirked and said Practice makes perfect. Stroke it back and forth a couple of times and then try using Dick.
Greg noticed that Dustin closed his eyes and smiled as Greg stroked the dildo back and forth, and Greg thought that maybe bottoming could be enjoyable after all.
Greg repeated the process with Dick. Dustin handled the larger dildo pretty well, although it took a while to work it in to the base. By that time Dustin was breathing heavier and starting to sweat more. As Greg pulled out the dildo, he worried that it was only eight inches long. Even with his big frame, would Dustin be able to handle a cock that was over twelve inches?
Thats starting to feel real good, Stickboy. Now open the other drawer.
Greg did as he was told and was surprised by what he found. The other drawer of the nightstand contained just one thinga much thicker dildo that was about ten inches long. This one had a realistic cock head, and the body was covered in concentric raised circles.
Thats Big Bertha. Shes ribbed for my extra pleasure, Dustin said with a grin. Lets get to work!
Greg excitedly lubed up Big Bertha and started inserting it into Dustins ass. It took a lot longer this time. Bertha was much thicker than the other dildos, almost as thick as Gregs own cock. Over the several minutes it took get Bertha all in, Greg could see the pleasure it was giving Dustin. His breathing had turned to panting with a few quiet groans as well. The thought that Gregs own cock would soon be taking the place of Bertha caused his erection to return, swelling his cock from its soft six inches to just over 11 inches.
Looking at Greg over his shoulder and seeing his horny dilemma, Dustin said, OK Stickboy. Its time. Climb on and lets see what you can do with that log.
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Part VII
Greg didnt need to be asked twice. He picked up the lube tube and squirted some on his hands. He started at the tip of his cockhead and worked his way down. The lube was chilly at first, but it soon warmed to body temperature. Greg slowly stroked himself, making sure that the lube spread evenly over every inch of his cock. He squeezed harder on his upstrokes, forcing more blood into the already huge cockhead.
Cmon, man, dont keep me waiting! panted Dustin, still on all fours on the bed. Greg got up behind Dustin, his knees on the bed between Dustins legs. With his left hand gripping Dustins hip, he used his right hand to guide his cockhead between Dustins asscheeks. His cock was leaking now, adding to the lube in Dustins ass. He positioned his cockhead right on Dustins asshole, took a deep breath, and pushed slowly and gently.
Nothing happened.
Thats it?! Dustin said. Thats all you got? Youre gonna have to push a lot harder than that if you wanna sink your cock into my big muscle ass.
Greg put both hands on Dustins waist, took another deep breath, and pushed his cockhead against Dustins ass, this time a little harder.
Nothing. No penetration.
Goddammit, my grandma could do a better job with a strap on. Use some muscle, motherfucker!
Angered by Dustins taunting, Greg gripped Dustins waist tightly, tightened his core, and pushed forward with his cock, this time putting some real power behind his thrust. With an almost audible pop, Dustins asshole gave way and Gregs cockhead disappeared. Dustin went oomph, and gasped a little.
Yeah, motherfucker, you felt that, didnt you? Like the way my big cock smashed through your asshole?
Dont get cocky, Stickboy. youve got a long way to go yet, Dustin said. He used his butt muscles to give Gregs cock a quick squeeze. Lets see how far you can get in my muscle ass.
Im going all the way, Greg thought. Now that his cockhead was locked in Dustins ass, there was no way he was going to stop until every inch of his monster was inside.
With more confidence that he wasnt going to hurt Dustin, Greg pressed his cock deeper. Slowly it sank, inch by inch. It felt incredible to Greg, a thousand times better than any hand job. Dustins ass was a sleeve, a tight, hot, slick sleeve that completely surrounded his hard cock. He could feel Dustin clenching and releasing his muscles, coaxing Greg to go deeper and grow bigger with every pulse.
At about six inches deep, Greg started to feel some resistance. He paused in his assault. How does that big cock feel, muscle boy?
Dustin looked back and taunted, Did you put it in yet? I cant feel your little boy dick at all!
Oh, youre gonna feel it now, jockboy!
Greg withdrew 2 or 3 inches and then thrust back into Dustin, passing the six inch mark and hitting somewhere between 7 or 8, causing Dustin to gasp a little. He started moving back and forth, going a little deeper on each stroke. Greg started slowly, but with each stroke he picked up speed until his cock was moving like a piledriver.
By now both jocks were sweating profusely, and Gregs grip on Dustins waist was starting to slip. Greg paused with his fucking. Keeping his dick inches deep in Dustins ass, Greg moved up until his chest was flat against Dustins big back, forcing Dustin to support both his own weight and most of Gregs. Greg wrapped his arms under Dustins and gripped his bowling ball-size shoulders from underneath. He draped his legs outside of Dustins. Because they were longer, they still touched the ground, and Greg could use them for leverage.
Gregs face was now only inches from Dustins. He kissed Dustin passionately and then whispered quietly but intensely in his ear: I always wanted my very own pony. Ready to get ridden hard?!
Greg didnt need to be asked twice. He picked up the lube tube and squirted some on his hands. He started at the tip of his cockhead and worked his way down. The lube was chilly at first, but it soon warmed to body temperature. Greg slowly stroked himself, making sure that the lube spread evenly over every inch of his cock. He squeezed harder on his upstrokes, forcing more blood into the already huge cockhead.
Cmon, man, dont keep me waiting! panted Dustin, still on all fours on the bed. Greg got up behind Dustin, his knees on the bed between Dustins legs. With his left hand gripping Dustins hip, he used his right hand to guide his cockhead between Dustins asscheeks. His cock was leaking now, adding to the lube in Dustins ass. He positioned his cockhead right on Dustins asshole, took a deep breath, and pushed slowly and gently.
Nothing happened.
Thats it?! Dustin said. Thats all you got? Youre gonna have to push a lot harder than that if you wanna sink your cock into my big muscle ass.
Greg put both hands on Dustins waist, took another deep breath, and pushed his cockhead against Dustins ass, this time a little harder.
Nothing. No penetration.
Goddammit, my grandma could do a better job with a strap on. Use some muscle, motherfucker!
Angered by Dustins taunting, Greg gripped Dustins waist tightly, tightened his core, and pushed forward with his cock, this time putting some real power behind his thrust. With an almost audible pop, Dustins asshole gave way and Gregs cockhead disappeared. Dustin went oomph, and gasped a little.
Yeah, motherfucker, you felt that, didnt you? Like the way my big cock smashed through your asshole?
Dont get cocky, Stickboy. youve got a long way to go yet, Dustin said. He used his butt muscles to give Gregs cock a quick squeeze. Lets see how far you can get in my muscle ass.
Im going all the way, Greg thought. Now that his cockhead was locked in Dustins ass, there was no way he was going to stop until every inch of his monster was inside.
With more confidence that he wasnt going to hurt Dustin, Greg pressed his cock deeper. Slowly it sank, inch by inch. It felt incredible to Greg, a thousand times better than any hand job. Dustins ass was a sleeve, a tight, hot, slick sleeve that completely surrounded his hard cock. He could feel Dustin clenching and releasing his muscles, coaxing Greg to go deeper and grow bigger with every pulse.
At about six inches deep, Greg started to feel some resistance. He paused in his assault. How does that big cock feel, muscle boy?
Dustin looked back and taunted, Did you put it in yet? I cant feel your little boy dick at all!
Oh, youre gonna feel it now, jockboy!
Greg withdrew 2 or 3 inches and then thrust back into Dustin, passing the six inch mark and hitting somewhere between 7 or 8, causing Dustin to gasp a little. He started moving back and forth, going a little deeper on each stroke. Greg started slowly, but with each stroke he picked up speed until his cock was moving like a piledriver.
By now both jocks were sweating profusely, and Gregs grip on Dustins waist was starting to slip. Greg paused with his fucking. Keeping his dick inches deep in Dustins ass, Greg moved up until his chest was flat against Dustins big back, forcing Dustin to support both his own weight and most of Gregs. Greg wrapped his arms under Dustins and gripped his bowling ball-size shoulders from underneath. He draped his legs outside of Dustins. Because they were longer, they still touched the ground, and Greg could use them for leverage.
Gregs face was now only inches from Dustins. He kissed Dustin passionately and then whispered quietly but intensely in his ear: I always wanted my very own pony. Ready to get ridden hard?!
Conclusion--aka the Big Climax
Not waiting for a response, Greg continued his assault on Dustin’s ass, thrusting harder and deeper than ever.
“You like that, don’t ya?”
“Yeah . . . love it . . . don’t stop . . . harder . . . faster . . . not bad . . . for a dumb Stickboy!!”
“That’s what a real dick . . . feels like . . . not gonna stop . . . until it’s balls deep!”
This new position allowed Greg to sink another couple of inches into Dustin’s muscle ass. Amazingly, even with 9+ inches of Greg’s thick pole deep within it, Dustin’s ass was still tight and Greg had to fight hard not to cum. He wasn’t going to let this muscle fuck end until he finished the job.
Emboldened by Dustin’s hot talk and the incredible feelings coming from his dick, Greg decided to switch positions again. Letting go of Dustin’s shoulders, he wrapped his arms around Dustin’s chest, which was so massive that his hands just barely touched. Greg slipped back onto his knees, pulling Dustin up with him so that they were both upright on the bed. This allowed Greg to make out with Dustin while continuing to ram his cock into Dustin’s butt. Each thrust seemed to lift Dustin’s big frame for a moment, and then it came crashing down again, every time sinking just a little bit lower onto Greg’s big pole.
Greg was close to losing it now. His thrusts were fast and furious, his bulging arms wrapped tightly around Dustin, and he could swear that Dustin’s knees were leaving the bed on each upstroke. Could he really be lifting this muscle man? Ordinarily he couldn’t have, but this muscle fuck was drawing on unknown reserves, giving him unbelievable strength and stamina. What he did know for sure was that he only had an inch or so left outside of Dustin’s ass, meaning that he had wedged at least 11 inches inside the football jock.
Suddenly, Dustin fell forward onto the bed, causing Greg’s cock to exit his ass. Greg was astonished at what he saw. His cock was more massive than he had ever seen it, close to 13 inches, and as thick as a Coke can. The head was plum-sized, deep red, and dripping precum steadily. Although sometimes his erections could be a little “droopy” because of the size of his cock, now it was rock hard, almost curving up a little instead of down because of all the blood that his hard fucking of Dustin had locked into his cock.
Dustin rolled over onto his back, gasping. “Pretty good, Stickboy, pretty good. How about a little break? I need a couple of minutes to catch my breath.”
No way was Greg gonna stop now. Not when he was so close. “What’s the matter, Dustin? Can’t handle a little cock? Didn’t think that you big football jocks were such wimps. Guess us lacrosse players just have better staying power . . . .”
Greg’s taunts had the desired effect. Dustin’s face grew determined.
“You think you have more staying power than me, Stickboy? Bring it, and don’t hold anything back. We’ll see who can hold off longer!”
Greg started to fuck Dustin again, this time missionary style. Dustin wrapped his big legs around Greg’s back, pulling him in further. Their fierce competitive spirits now ignited, they were going to do everything possible to make the other guy come first. Dustin kissed Greg deeply, using his tongue to probe the deepest recesses of Greg’s mouth. He used his big hands to knead and massage the lacrosse jock’s muscles, his pecs, his nipples, his tight abs. He cupped Greg’s bull balls and told Greg in his sexiest voice, “That’s it, Stickboy. Give it to me, give it to me harder, faster! C’mon, is that all you got? I can almost feel you now, almost! When you gonna start really fucking me?” He grabbed Greg’s ass and urged him to go faster, adding his strength to Greg’s frantic thrusting.
Greg couldn’t let these challenges to his manhood go unanswered. He proceeded to FUCK the SHIT out of Dustin’s ass. Any reservations he had about using every ounce of his strength and power to impale Dustin on every inch of his 13 inch fuckstick vanished when he saw how much Dustin loved it.
There was still an inch to go. Greg grabbed Dustin’s ankles and pressed them up, up, almost touching the bed on either side of Dustin’s head. With every ounce of strength he had, Greg rammed his joystick into Greg’s ass again and again, deeper and deeper . . . until at last Greg was plunging balls-deep in the football jock—thirteen inches of massive cock that finally made it to the place they belonged.
Greg was dizzy with the effort. He could feel his heart beating faster than ever, and he could also feel a buzzing sensation in his bloated balls. It started faintly, but the intensity grew quickly, and he knew that he was close to the greatest orgasm he had ever felt. He tried to clamp down, to hold back, to keep his boiling cum in check, but those efforts only seemed to add to the delicious feelings he was having.
Dustin also was losing control. He was getting pummeled by the biggest cock he had every encountered, and he loved it. “Not bad, Stickboy, not bad! I think . . . you are . . . finally fucking me . . . hard enough . . . to make me . . . cum . . . trying to hold off . . . but that big cock of yours . . . can’t hold back . . . need to . . . going to . . . want to . . . CUMMM!”
Five huge spurt so cum shot out of Dustin’s cock, covering his abs, his pecs, even reaching his neck and chin. As he came, Dustin’s still tight ass clenched even harder around Greg’s cock, giving him the ultimate muscle massage and almost sending Greg over the edge.
Closer . . . closer . . .
Greg pulled slowly out of Dustin’s well-worn ass, gripping the base of his cock tightly with both hands. He was on the verge of orgasm and trying to hold on to the feeling as long as possible. His cock was the biggest, thickest, and stiffest it had ever been. The head and shaft were monstrous, god-like, and stretched to the limit. It was practically a third leg, and Greg had a flash of unexpected joy that it was entirely home-grown, with no special creams needed. It was him, and he was it, and right now every single nerve ending he had was on the edge of explosion. Every second the feeling got stronger, the electric pulse working up from his balls through his big dick and reverberating in every corner of his body, an endlessly increasing feedback loop. Greg desperately needed to cum, and he needed to cum soon.
Soon . . . soon . . . Greg thought.
He looked down at the muscle beast beneath him, the human tank he had fucked the shit out of, the tough football boy he had satisfied completely, the jock who had brought out Greg’s own beast during this first fuck of Greg’s young life.
Almost . . . ALMOST . . .
Dustin looked up at Greg with a contented smile. He ran his fingers across his cum-stained chest, which was pretty well covered in goo, despite its massive size. Dustin saw that Greg eyes were glassy, that his hands had a death grip at the base of his python, and that Greg’s whole body was pulsing. He knew that Greg was right on the edge.
Gotta cum . . . GOTTA CUM . . .
With a mischievous grin, Dustin said “Pretty big load, wouldn’t you say? But I bet you can do even better, can’t you, Stickboy?” He reached his cum-slicked hand around to Greg’s ass and thrust his big finger deep enough to graze Greg’s prostate, causing Greg to lose the last vestige of cock control.
NOWWW!
A massive pulse of orgasmic energy engulfed Greg. He hands literally were thrust apart by the volume of cum that rose from his oversized balls and sped through his cockshaft. Greg’s eyes rolled back, his faced curled in a feral snarl, and he howled as a solid jet of white cum erupted from his cockhead and loudly splattered in the middle of Dustin’s face.
“That’s it, man! Shoot that load!” yelled Dustin as he bumped Greg’s prostate again and again. Greg couldn’t stop the stream of hot lava even if he had wanted to. Each spasm of his cock ejected another spurt of cum, covering the football jock’s face, hair, neck, and chest with more cum than Greg had ever seen—or made—in his entire life.
After a half dozen unaided spurts, Greg gripped his cock and started stroking, urging his cock to shoot out more cum. He wanted to empty his balls completely and not leave a drop behind. He managed another 4 or 5 shots before he stopped his efforts. Panting, he looked down and saw an ocean of white. Dustin’s big body had become the canvas for his cum paint.
“Feel better?” Dustin asked lazily.
“Yeah, I do.” Greg had just had the best orgasm ever, and he had managed to bring this living rock of a man to a titanic orgasm as well with his oversized cock and balls. Life was good.
“I’m glad. You deserve it. Just remember how good it feels.” Dustin said. He rubbed his hand in the pile of cum that had formed between his big pecs. He picked up some cum between his fingers and playfully flicked it at Greg. The creamy goo seemed to move in slow motion as it headed straight for Greg. It made a loud “splat” as it hit Greg on the forehead . . . .
Greg woke up suddenly in his own bed. His face was wet with cum. He looked down and saw his cock standing at attention, the head still oozing with the load it had just shot. Another wet dream? “Shit!!!”
He rolled off the bed and used his shirt to wipe the cum from his face, body, and cock. He looked over at the clock—1:30 p.m. Well, there was still time to go to the gym. Just as soon as his cock got soft again.
Not waiting for a response, Greg continued his assault on Dustin’s ass, thrusting harder and deeper than ever.
“You like that, don’t ya?”
“Yeah . . . love it . . . don’t stop . . . harder . . . faster . . . not bad . . . for a dumb Stickboy!!”
“That’s what a real dick . . . feels like . . . not gonna stop . . . until it’s balls deep!”
This new position allowed Greg to sink another couple of inches into Dustin’s muscle ass. Amazingly, even with 9+ inches of Greg’s thick pole deep within it, Dustin’s ass was still tight and Greg had to fight hard not to cum. He wasn’t going to let this muscle fuck end until he finished the job.
Emboldened by Dustin’s hot talk and the incredible feelings coming from his dick, Greg decided to switch positions again. Letting go of Dustin’s shoulders, he wrapped his arms around Dustin’s chest, which was so massive that his hands just barely touched. Greg slipped back onto his knees, pulling Dustin up with him so that they were both upright on the bed. This allowed Greg to make out with Dustin while continuing to ram his cock into Dustin’s butt. Each thrust seemed to lift Dustin’s big frame for a moment, and then it came crashing down again, every time sinking just a little bit lower onto Greg’s big pole.
Greg was close to losing it now. His thrusts were fast and furious, his bulging arms wrapped tightly around Dustin, and he could swear that Dustin’s knees were leaving the bed on each upstroke. Could he really be lifting this muscle man? Ordinarily he couldn’t have, but this muscle fuck was drawing on unknown reserves, giving him unbelievable strength and stamina. What he did know for sure was that he only had an inch or so left outside of Dustin’s ass, meaning that he had wedged at least 11 inches inside the football jock.
Suddenly, Dustin fell forward onto the bed, causing Greg’s cock to exit his ass. Greg was astonished at what he saw. His cock was more massive than he had ever seen it, close to 13 inches, and as thick as a Coke can. The head was plum-sized, deep red, and dripping precum steadily. Although sometimes his erections could be a little “droopy” because of the size of his cock, now it was rock hard, almost curving up a little instead of down because of all the blood that his hard fucking of Dustin had locked into his cock.
Dustin rolled over onto his back, gasping. “Pretty good, Stickboy, pretty good. How about a little break? I need a couple of minutes to catch my breath.”
No way was Greg gonna stop now. Not when he was so close. “What’s the matter, Dustin? Can’t handle a little cock? Didn’t think that you big football jocks were such wimps. Guess us lacrosse players just have better staying power . . . .”
Greg’s taunts had the desired effect. Dustin’s face grew determined.
“You think you have more staying power than me, Stickboy? Bring it, and don’t hold anything back. We’ll see who can hold off longer!”
Greg started to fuck Dustin again, this time missionary style. Dustin wrapped his big legs around Greg’s back, pulling him in further. Their fierce competitive spirits now ignited, they were going to do everything possible to make the other guy come first. Dustin kissed Greg deeply, using his tongue to probe the deepest recesses of Greg’s mouth. He used his big hands to knead and massage the lacrosse jock’s muscles, his pecs, his nipples, his tight abs. He cupped Greg’s bull balls and told Greg in his sexiest voice, “That’s it, Stickboy. Give it to me, give it to me harder, faster! C’mon, is that all you got? I can almost feel you now, almost! When you gonna start really fucking me?” He grabbed Greg’s ass and urged him to go faster, adding his strength to Greg’s frantic thrusting.
Greg couldn’t let these challenges to his manhood go unanswered. He proceeded to FUCK the SHIT out of Dustin’s ass. Any reservations he had about using every ounce of his strength and power to impale Dustin on every inch of his 13 inch fuckstick vanished when he saw how much Dustin loved it.
There was still an inch to go. Greg grabbed Dustin’s ankles and pressed them up, up, almost touching the bed on either side of Dustin’s head. With every ounce of strength he had, Greg rammed his joystick into Greg’s ass again and again, deeper and deeper . . . until at last Greg was plunging balls-deep in the football jock—thirteen inches of massive cock that finally made it to the place they belonged.
Greg was dizzy with the effort. He could feel his heart beating faster than ever, and he could also feel a buzzing sensation in his bloated balls. It started faintly, but the intensity grew quickly, and he knew that he was close to the greatest orgasm he had ever felt. He tried to clamp down, to hold back, to keep his boiling cum in check, but those efforts only seemed to add to the delicious feelings he was having.
Dustin also was losing control. He was getting pummeled by the biggest cock he had every encountered, and he loved it. “Not bad, Stickboy, not bad! I think . . . you are . . . finally fucking me . . . hard enough . . . to make me . . . cum . . . trying to hold off . . . but that big cock of yours . . . can’t hold back . . . need to . . . going to . . . want to . . . CUMMM!”
Five huge spurt so cum shot out of Dustin’s cock, covering his abs, his pecs, even reaching his neck and chin. As he came, Dustin’s still tight ass clenched even harder around Greg’s cock, giving him the ultimate muscle massage and almost sending Greg over the edge.
Closer . . . closer . . .
Greg pulled slowly out of Dustin’s well-worn ass, gripping the base of his cock tightly with both hands. He was on the verge of orgasm and trying to hold on to the feeling as long as possible. His cock was the biggest, thickest, and stiffest it had ever been. The head and shaft were monstrous, god-like, and stretched to the limit. It was practically a third leg, and Greg had a flash of unexpected joy that it was entirely home-grown, with no special creams needed. It was him, and he was it, and right now every single nerve ending he had was on the edge of explosion. Every second the feeling got stronger, the electric pulse working up from his balls through his big dick and reverberating in every corner of his body, an endlessly increasing feedback loop. Greg desperately needed to cum, and he needed to cum soon.
Soon . . . soon . . . Greg thought.
He looked down at the muscle beast beneath him, the human tank he had fucked the shit out of, the tough football boy he had satisfied completely, the jock who had brought out Greg’s own beast during this first fuck of Greg’s young life.
Almost . . . ALMOST . . .
Dustin looked up at Greg with a contented smile. He ran his fingers across his cum-stained chest, which was pretty well covered in goo, despite its massive size. Dustin saw that Greg eyes were glassy, that his hands had a death grip at the base of his python, and that Greg’s whole body was pulsing. He knew that Greg was right on the edge.
Gotta cum . . . GOTTA CUM . . .
With a mischievous grin, Dustin said “Pretty big load, wouldn’t you say? But I bet you can do even better, can’t you, Stickboy?” He reached his cum-slicked hand around to Greg’s ass and thrust his big finger deep enough to graze Greg’s prostate, causing Greg to lose the last vestige of cock control.
NOWWW!
A massive pulse of orgasmic energy engulfed Greg. He hands literally were thrust apart by the volume of cum that rose from his oversized balls and sped through his cockshaft. Greg’s eyes rolled back, his faced curled in a feral snarl, and he howled as a solid jet of white cum erupted from his cockhead and loudly splattered in the middle of Dustin’s face.
“That’s it, man! Shoot that load!” yelled Dustin as he bumped Greg’s prostate again and again. Greg couldn’t stop the stream of hot lava even if he had wanted to. Each spasm of his cock ejected another spurt of cum, covering the football jock’s face, hair, neck, and chest with more cum than Greg had ever seen—or made—in his entire life.
After a half dozen unaided spurts, Greg gripped his cock and started stroking, urging his cock to shoot out more cum. He wanted to empty his balls completely and not leave a drop behind. He managed another 4 or 5 shots before he stopped his efforts. Panting, he looked down and saw an ocean of white. Dustin’s big body had become the canvas for his cum paint.
“Feel better?” Dustin asked lazily.
“Yeah, I do.” Greg had just had the best orgasm ever, and he had managed to bring this living rock of a man to a titanic orgasm as well with his oversized cock and balls. Life was good.
“I’m glad. You deserve it. Just remember how good it feels.” Dustin said. He rubbed his hand in the pile of cum that had formed between his big pecs. He picked up some cum between his fingers and playfully flicked it at Greg. The creamy goo seemed to move in slow motion as it headed straight for Greg. It made a loud “splat” as it hit Greg on the forehead . . . .
Greg woke up suddenly in his own bed. His face was wet with cum. He looked down and saw his cock standing at attention, the head still oozing with the load it had just shot. Another wet dream? “Shit!!!”
He rolled off the bed and used his shirt to wipe the cum from his face, body, and cock. He looked over at the clock—1:30 p.m. Well, there was still time to go to the gym. Just as soon as his cock got soft again.
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Thanks for all the comments and compliments. I really enjoyed writing a story about Greg. I used the "dream" because I didn't want what happened to Greg to affect what happened to him in the original story or in any other fan fiction. I'm putting down the writer's pen for now because of real world time commitments, as well as an awareness of my own limited abilities! I may write another story in the future. But for now, I will sit back and see where Longbow and others take Greg and the rest of the characters in Medicine Show. Keep creamin'!
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Gunz, You have a gift! Great writing, great story. I'm str8/bi-curious but loved this hot story! Just found it today looking for longbow's story that I've read about half of and can't get enough of! I'll be watching for your contributions again . . . BRAVO!!!
