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Streak — Part 1
1109 days - that's how long our snapchat streak had gone. A little over three years, but we had known each other for six.
We met like so many guys did, on the apps. We talked for a few months before we finally met at a local diner. We kissed once then he found a boyfriend for about a year but we still talked all the time. We were good friends, both now single, nothing beyond that kiss… no nudes… no real physical contact beyond the friendly hug… I liked it — I enjoyed having a guy who who I could just chat with, without the want for what I had. That attention I would get while intoxicating never induced meaningful relationships. This was different.
He's 5' 4" - with the fattest ass… the joke was that was the thing guys always wanted him for. I, unlike him, loved guys wanting my cock. Since the first time a guy's eyes bulged as I pulled it out — I was hooked. I was rather calm otherwise but something about my massive meat being worshipped turned me into someone else. I think that's what started it, him hating that guys wanted him for his ass — thats what originally changed the direction of those early app conversations. Mild flirting turned into jokes and sex crazed man hating and then that moment where an app conversation goes from dick-o-clock meet up to a just two people talking happened. In retrospect I don't think either of us were particularly horny that first night and more bored. Higher level thought outweighed those 2AM primal wants and a friendship was born.
Day 1109 -
Not sure when it started.. maybe a month ago? Our conversations slanted to the overtly sexual. Not toward each but more in the vein of him saying "long damn day, going to shower, bust one out, and pass out… hopefully in that order! " these would be at night after his long shift at the local liquor distributor. I'd be half awake usually around that time — my response "LMAO - thanks for the heads up, check the order! Don't drown!", his reply — "".
I usually jerked off in the morning before work, that's when my libido was at 200+%… but not day 1109, nope…I couldn't, I was up 4.5 hours before work bringing my uncle to the airport, I was too sleep deprived to be horny. Right to work… three meetings… then a stop at my parents to check the house while they were out of town. Home, hours later, tired, but that stored libido now detecting the safety of my own walls started to boil… I felt the familiar thickening as my 6" of flaccid meat started to spring alive. Pants down and I was at my now towel covered desk chair with my now thickened 7" draped over the edge. I was just about to fire up the old trusted app and see if I could find a mouth to fill when my phone buzzed to life — 1 new snap from him.
I looked at the notification… do I open it? Or wait until I unload for the night.. I tapped it..
His head leaning into the stream of steaming shower water, the message — "another day of back to back shipments. kill me…"
I typed back "make sure you get everything in the right order so you don't spend the night in the shower covered in your own nut "
I was little more forward than usual… but still just our new 'dirty' humor.
Typing…
"hahahaha! I'm going to break out one of my toys and shove it clear to my heart to try and forget today! "
Then came the image, over his shoulder pointing to the floor of the shower, wet, smooth, his large firm ass protruded from his body.
My body reacted, blood poured into my growing cock. I became hungry for ass… his ass… so firm, wet… my meat overriding my brain.
Typing…
"I'll stop - don't want to be bad - I'm just too tired and horny to care! screw the toy i'm too damn tight for that kind of fast work!"
The word tight did it… I don't know why… but I was then at full mast — 10" thick inches, a pool of pre-cum formed and then slid it's way down my thickened shaft.
I slid out a quick message — "good luck, lmao — I'm going to empty myself too, long day and i need a longgg edge ️"
I couldn't believe I had been that graphic. Of course, in respect to the things I've said other people over the years it was literally nothing to write home about.
Typing…
"hahaha - don't hurt yourself! " — he replied
I spit square on my cock and rubbed the wetness in.