Wrote this on a boring train journey today. Always wanted to try my hand at this. It is, annoyingly, only half done. Let me know if I should bother finishing.
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I had to put on a fake cheery disposition all day. In reality I was feeling like shit, but I couldn't really act like it at a friends wedding. My girlfriend had broken up with me the day before. The constant questions of "Jason, where's Tessa" was getting a little tedious. I kept batting it off. "She's not feeling very well." "Really bad cold". One friend I told that she had really bad period pains, just because I knew it'd get back to her that I'd said it.
I was pretty pissed off about the whole thing. To me, things between us were good. We'd met at the gym about a year ago. She was a total stunner. Easily a 9. At 5"11 she was a little shorter than me with blond hair, tiny waist, and big ass and big tits. It was her that had originally come upto me. "Whoa. Hey there big guy. New here?". We'd flirted like hell and I'd made sure to scratch the back of my head a few time to give her a view of the gun show. I know - arrogant prick, right? To be honest, I don't care. I've worked really hard for my body and I'm not ashamed to show it off. I've also got a decent size piece of meat between my legs. It gets me girls. Tessa and I were fucking 20 minutes later in the disabled toilets. Our sex life was amazing, and she really got off on my cockiness.
I'd always had a pretty high sex drive. I can't help I get horny a lot. For me, sex is something I want at least once a day. Being a bit of an alpha male, dominating her perfect body drove me wild. "It's just too much sex, Jason. It's all you want. I just don't think we have anything else in common", to me was a pretty shitty break up line.
So here I was, single with a bit of a bruised ego. Like I said, I'm a pretty hot. I've never been dumped before. Generally I don't really get into relationships, more of a fuck em, leave en, and fuck em again kinda-guy.
It'd been a few days since Tessa and I had fucked. That should have been the first sign something wasn't right. I was horny as hell as well as feeling sorry for myself. But I was in a total catch 22. Weddings are usually an excellent hunting ground for some action. That would mean I'd have to admit to being dumped, or look like a total cheating wanker. So instead I decided to drink and just put me n a fake smile. "I'll nip to my room and have a wank if it gets too much for me" I thought to myself. In retrospect, I should have just said I'd dumped her. Idiot.
I couldn't help but eyeing up the completion in the room. I like to be the alpha. Here, I think I was doing pretty dam well. A suit really shows of my physique and my ass. 6'2 and solid muscle gets me attention. Girls coming upto me and flirting, giggling and finding excuses to touch my arms or chest. God I wanted to give most of them a pounding they'd never forget. I was clearly the hottest piece of meat on the menu at this shindig, except that I wasn't actually on the menu. These were friends from university. Not the closest friends. I'd fucked a few of them before, but' been four years since we graduated and I was a bit surprised to get the invite.
At about half eleven I decided "fuck it", I need to fuck it. I was going to screw one of the bridesmaids. The day had started early so by this time the room had started to empty, and a few of us started to move into the bar of the hotel as we were getting kicked out of the main hall. Lots of drunk uncles and aunties stumbling to bed. Left about four of us in the bar on our own, including the barman. It was me, The bridesmaid Jenny (the target), and the brides brother Charlie (the competition). It was a bit unfair on Charlie to call him the competition. Don't get me wrong, he's a good looking guy. Silver eyes and dark features good looking, with pitch black floppy hair. He clearly looked after himself as well. But tonight he was up against the stallion. It was going to be my face that was buried in Jenny's big bouncy tits tonight not this student pretty boy.
Best to just be blunt with him. It'll save us time and hassle. When Jenny went to the loo I turned to him and quietly said "look mate, I don't wanna sound like a dick, but would you mind fucking off. I think I gonna get a bit intimate with Jenny".
He just raised an eyebrow. "All muscle and no brains. Didn't you notice she took her room key. She's gone to bed mate. No pussy for you tonight."
"What... oh, bollocks."
"Don't worry. I can keep you company", Charlie said flashing his pearly whites.
"Eh? Flattered, but not into that kind of thing". And I'm not. Nothing against it, and have no issue whatsoever if guys wanna check me out in the gym, or in the changing rooms. Fill your boots lads.
"I'm not gay, Charlie. But thanks".
"Neither am I. But I want a blow job. And I think you're going to be the one to give it to me"
With that I burst out laughing. "Mate, if I was in that game, you'd be the one giving me the blow job."
"Well, I'd just assumed it was the man that got his cock sucked, not the bitch."
I was a bit taken aback by this. What I thought was banter had a bit more of an edge to it given the hard tone to his voice. He was saying it as if it were just true. If he was clearly the man, I was his bitch, and I was going to blow him.
"Ok, son. Wind your neck in a bit. I'm not gay". I thought I'd try and lighten what felt a bit tense of a mood so added "and let's be honest, if I was gay I could do better than you."
"You actually think that don't you". As he said that he in folded his legs and man-spread then. Rather inconspicuously, along the inside of his right trouser leg was what looked like the outline of a pretty meaty looking cock. "You thought you were going to come in this bar with me and some chick. Be a big man, ditch me and fuck her. I've seen how you walk around, like you're some alpha male. I think you need to be set straight, so to speak".
As he was talking I couldn't help notice the bulge was steadily growing in his pants.
Charlie just smugly grinned and said "I know you're starring at it." His words broke my half trance. "It's big. Really big. You can't quite see in properly here" he said grabbing his obscenely big bulge. "But I doubt you've seen anything like it".
I was stunned. Stunned by the fact that he'd said it, and by the fact I was so turned on by it. My mouth had gotten dry. It took me a few moments to realise my mouth was gaping and I'd not reacted to his words. I spluttered out "I'm... I'm not starring... what are you talking about?".
He smile dropped and he looked a bit more serious. "Jason. Shut the fuck up and get over here". As he was this he grabbed the bulge down the leg of his trousers. I swear it had creeped in closer towards his knee and gotten thicker. "Touch it.".
Again, I didn't know what to do. I was now openly staring at it.
Charlie, with not just a hint of authority, snapped "now".
Without thinking, I got up. Sat next to him. I didn't do anything. I didn't quite know why I'd gotten up, or why I'd sat next to him. I certainly didn't know what I was going to do next. All I knew was that there was something just urging me to do exactly as I was told. This seemingly mammoth cock growing down his trouser leg gave him some kind of control over me.
Charlie man spread his legs and said "I said now". Without a bit of hesitation I reached over and grabbed hold of his enormous bulge. I grabbed the middle of it. It was so fat, and clearly not fully hard. The heat coming from it was impressive.
Charlie tilted his head a little and said "all that time in the gym. All those muscles. Yet this is the first time you've felt what it means to be a real man isn't it?". He grabbed my chin with his hand and made me look at him in the eyes. "Isn't it?".
"Yes". I'd even surprised myself that I'd said it.
"Good. Do you want to see it?"
Again, the "yes" escaped my lips before I'd even thought about it.
"Right. You're going to have to earn it. Take me to your room". Reluctantly I let go of his cock, and started walking to my room. It was on the ground floor of the hotel, and just around a corner from the hotel bar.
Stood at my door I was scrambling for my keys. I felt a mild cold sweat come over me. I wasn't sure what I was doing or why I was doing. All I know is the had to do whatever Charlie told me to do. His hands grabbed my hips and push me against the door. The kid was strong. Like really strong. I'm a big guy and he didn't seem to struggle to push me. And hold me against the door.
He leaned in and whispered into my ear "get that fucking door open now. You want to see my cock don't you? You want to feel it don't you? See what a real man with a real cock looks like? Well? Do you?"
"Yes" was all I could muster. I'd never been so dominated by anybody before. He strength and power were completely overwhelming me. He pushed his hips forward and I could feel his size. My mind could not understand a cock this big was actually real - but there it was, Rubbing against my muscle butt, attached to this freakishly strong cock-sure kid.
Finally the door swung open and I stumbled in, nearly tripping over. It was a big room. He turned the lights on, and evenly walked over to the comfortable sofa seat in the corners I just watched him, not knowing what to do. Waiting for my next instruction.
"Take of your clothes”, he said as he sat down, slouched in the seat and folded his legs. He reached into the inside of his suit pocket and pulled out packet of Marlborough Gold, took one out and lit it. All the while never taking his eyes off me. “Mate, if I have to repeat myself again, Im not going to be happy. And if Im not happy, you’re going to know it.”
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I had to put on a fake cheery disposition all day. In reality I was feeling like shit, but I couldn't really act like it at a friends wedding. My girlfriend had broken up with me the day before. The constant questions of "Jason, where's Tessa" was getting a little tedious. I kept batting it off. "She's not feeling very well." "Really bad cold". One friend I told that she had really bad period pains, just because I knew it'd get back to her that I'd said it.
I was pretty pissed off about the whole thing. To me, things between us were good. We'd met at the gym about a year ago. She was a total stunner. Easily a 9. At 5"11 she was a little shorter than me with blond hair, tiny waist, and big ass and big tits. It was her that had originally come upto me. "Whoa. Hey there big guy. New here?". We'd flirted like hell and I'd made sure to scratch the back of my head a few time to give her a view of the gun show. I know - arrogant prick, right? To be honest, I don't care. I've worked really hard for my body and I'm not ashamed to show it off. I've also got a decent size piece of meat between my legs. It gets me girls. Tessa and I were fucking 20 minutes later in the disabled toilets. Our sex life was amazing, and she really got off on my cockiness.
I'd always had a pretty high sex drive. I can't help I get horny a lot. For me, sex is something I want at least once a day. Being a bit of an alpha male, dominating her perfect body drove me wild. "It's just too much sex, Jason. It's all you want. I just don't think we have anything else in common", to me was a pretty shitty break up line.
So here I was, single with a bit of a bruised ego. Like I said, I'm a pretty hot. I've never been dumped before. Generally I don't really get into relationships, more of a fuck em, leave en, and fuck em again kinda-guy.
It'd been a few days since Tessa and I had fucked. That should have been the first sign something wasn't right. I was horny as hell as well as feeling sorry for myself. But I was in a total catch 22. Weddings are usually an excellent hunting ground for some action. That would mean I'd have to admit to being dumped, or look like a total cheating wanker. So instead I decided to drink and just put me n a fake smile. "I'll nip to my room and have a wank if it gets too much for me" I thought to myself. In retrospect, I should have just said I'd dumped her. Idiot.
I couldn't help but eyeing up the completion in the room. I like to be the alpha. Here, I think I was doing pretty dam well. A suit really shows of my physique and my ass. 6'2 and solid muscle gets me attention. Girls coming upto me and flirting, giggling and finding excuses to touch my arms or chest. God I wanted to give most of them a pounding they'd never forget. I was clearly the hottest piece of meat on the menu at this shindig, except that I wasn't actually on the menu. These were friends from university. Not the closest friends. I'd fucked a few of them before, but' been four years since we graduated and I was a bit surprised to get the invite.
At about half eleven I decided "fuck it", I need to fuck it. I was going to screw one of the bridesmaids. The day had started early so by this time the room had started to empty, and a few of us started to move into the bar of the hotel as we were getting kicked out of the main hall. Lots of drunk uncles and aunties stumbling to bed. Left about four of us in the bar on our own, including the barman. It was me, The bridesmaid Jenny (the target), and the brides brother Charlie (the competition). It was a bit unfair on Charlie to call him the competition. Don't get me wrong, he's a good looking guy. Silver eyes and dark features good looking, with pitch black floppy hair. He clearly looked after himself as well. But tonight he was up against the stallion. It was going to be my face that was buried in Jenny's big bouncy tits tonight not this student pretty boy.
Best to just be blunt with him. It'll save us time and hassle. When Jenny went to the loo I turned to him and quietly said "look mate, I don't wanna sound like a dick, but would you mind fucking off. I think I gonna get a bit intimate with Jenny".
He just raised an eyebrow. "All muscle and no brains. Didn't you notice she took her room key. She's gone to bed mate. No pussy for you tonight."
"What... oh, bollocks."
"Don't worry. I can keep you company", Charlie said flashing his pearly whites.
"Eh? Flattered, but not into that kind of thing". And I'm not. Nothing against it, and have no issue whatsoever if guys wanna check me out in the gym, or in the changing rooms. Fill your boots lads.
"I'm not gay, Charlie. But thanks".
"Neither am I. But I want a blow job. And I think you're going to be the one to give it to me"
With that I burst out laughing. "Mate, if I was in that game, you'd be the one giving me the blow job."
"Well, I'd just assumed it was the man that got his cock sucked, not the bitch."
I was a bit taken aback by this. What I thought was banter had a bit more of an edge to it given the hard tone to his voice. He was saying it as if it were just true. If he was clearly the man, I was his bitch, and I was going to blow him.
"Ok, son. Wind your neck in a bit. I'm not gay". I thought I'd try and lighten what felt a bit tense of a mood so added "and let's be honest, if I was gay I could do better than you."
"You actually think that don't you". As he said that he in folded his legs and man-spread then. Rather inconspicuously, along the inside of his right trouser leg was what looked like the outline of a pretty meaty looking cock. "You thought you were going to come in this bar with me and some chick. Be a big man, ditch me and fuck her. I've seen how you walk around, like you're some alpha male. I think you need to be set straight, so to speak".
As he was talking I couldn't help notice the bulge was steadily growing in his pants.
Charlie just smugly grinned and said "I know you're starring at it." His words broke my half trance. "It's big. Really big. You can't quite see in properly here" he said grabbing his obscenely big bulge. "But I doubt you've seen anything like it".
I was stunned. Stunned by the fact that he'd said it, and by the fact I was so turned on by it. My mouth had gotten dry. It took me a few moments to realise my mouth was gaping and I'd not reacted to his words. I spluttered out "I'm... I'm not starring... what are you talking about?".
He smile dropped and he looked a bit more serious. "Jason. Shut the fuck up and get over here". As he was this he grabbed the bulge down the leg of his trousers. I swear it had creeped in closer towards his knee and gotten thicker. "Touch it.".
Again, I didn't know what to do. I was now openly staring at it.
Charlie, with not just a hint of authority, snapped "now".
Without thinking, I got up. Sat next to him. I didn't do anything. I didn't quite know why I'd gotten up, or why I'd sat next to him. I certainly didn't know what I was going to do next. All I knew was that there was something just urging me to do exactly as I was told. This seemingly mammoth cock growing down his trouser leg gave him some kind of control over me.
Charlie man spread his legs and said "I said now". Without a bit of hesitation I reached over and grabbed hold of his enormous bulge. I grabbed the middle of it. It was so fat, and clearly not fully hard. The heat coming from it was impressive.
Charlie tilted his head a little and said "all that time in the gym. All those muscles. Yet this is the first time you've felt what it means to be a real man isn't it?". He grabbed my chin with his hand and made me look at him in the eyes. "Isn't it?".
"Yes". I'd even surprised myself that I'd said it.
"Good. Do you want to see it?"
Again, the "yes" escaped my lips before I'd even thought about it.
"Right. You're going to have to earn it. Take me to your room". Reluctantly I let go of his cock, and started walking to my room. It was on the ground floor of the hotel, and just around a corner from the hotel bar.
Stood at my door I was scrambling for my keys. I felt a mild cold sweat come over me. I wasn't sure what I was doing or why I was doing. All I know is the had to do whatever Charlie told me to do. His hands grabbed my hips and push me against the door. The kid was strong. Like really strong. I'm a big guy and he didn't seem to struggle to push me. And hold me against the door.
He leaned in and whispered into my ear "get that fucking door open now. You want to see my cock don't you? You want to feel it don't you? See what a real man with a real cock looks like? Well? Do you?"
"Yes" was all I could muster. I'd never been so dominated by anybody before. He strength and power were completely overwhelming me. He pushed his hips forward and I could feel his size. My mind could not understand a cock this big was actually real - but there it was, Rubbing against my muscle butt, attached to this freakishly strong cock-sure kid.
Finally the door swung open and I stumbled in, nearly tripping over. It was a big room. He turned the lights on, and evenly walked over to the comfortable sofa seat in the corners I just watched him, not knowing what to do. Waiting for my next instruction.
"Take of your clothes”, he said as he sat down, slouched in the seat and folded his legs. He reached into the inside of his suit pocket and pulled out packet of Marlborough Gold, took one out and lit it. All the while never taking his eyes off me. “Mate, if I have to repeat myself again, Im not going to be happy. And if Im not happy, you’re going to know it.”
