What Caucasians Have (mm, humil, inter)

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    This is a story about cock size, power, humiliation, and cuckolding involving gay men. It moves slowly. I welcome all feedback. Here are the first two parts:

    What Caucasians Have

    Part 1

    It was our last day of vacation in Hawaii, and we’d had a fantastic time. We were staying at a gay guest house near a black sands nude beach in lush tropical vegetation and were driving into town for a last romantic dinner in our favorite restaurant serving a fusion of Chinese and local food. Tak and I had been together for two years and things were really working well for us.

    A few minutes after we’d sat down, while our orders we being taken, I noticed another gay couple from the guest house walk in. They’d just arrived that morning and we’d made brief introductions but hadn’t made much of an effort to get acquainted.

    “Tak and excuse me, I forgot your name” said one of them, “Mind if we join you? I’m Frans and this is my partner Dieter.”

    Tak had a slightly pained look on his face but we graciously gestured for them to pull up chairs.

    After Frans and Dieter ordered it soon became clear that Frans was the talker of the two. In fact it soon became clear that Frans was someone that never shuts up. It’s a wonder that people like him manage to get through life without learning basic social skills. And I couldn’t help noticing that Dieter was a lot better looking than Frans and wondered what on earth made their relationship work. Maybe Dieter just loves to listen. There must be enough Dieters out there for the Franses to get by without discovering what bores they are.

    The usual topic of where we were all from came up. Frans informed us at length about himself and Dieter, and when my turn finally came I opted for a single word, “Chicago”. Tak was happy to talk with some pride about his native country Japan and the old capital of Kamakura where he grew up.

    Frans listened for a whole minute then interrupted, “Oh Dieter has been to Japan but he didn’t like it. He calls it the land of the penny whistles.”

    I was sickened by the rudeness of this remark and the silly stereotyping, but Tak smiled as if he genuinely found it amusing. One of the great things about Tak is his cheerful character. He hardly ever gets offended or upset by annoying people and situations.

    “Did you really say that?” I asked Dieter. And just as you find there’s one designated speaker when two Jehovah’s Witnesses come to the door, it was Frans who answered.

    “He met one or two exceptions. Flutes but not bassoons. It wouldn’t matter to me. If I would go to Japan I am sure I would have a very good time. Yes, once those Japanese boys find out what Caucasian men have, they all want to emigrate to Caucasia.”

    Frans seemed to be on a roll now with one crude joke following another. I was surprised to see Tak spontaneously erupting in laughter. I didn’t even try to be polite, but wondered how to move the conversation to something more edifying.

    “Does he ever smile?” Frans asked Tak, obviously referring to me.

    “We need to explain the joke to Sammy”, Frans judged. “There is no place as Caucasia.”

    “Well, yes there is,” I informed him, “the region around the Caucasus mountains.”

    “You Americans,” Frans replied. “We all know geography isn’t your strong subject. Africa is not a country. Caucasia is not a country. Try to find a Caucasian embassy if you want to emigrate there.”

    Now I was starting to get angry. “I never said Africa was a country.”

    “No, that was your darling Sarah, your future president.”

    “I didn’t vote for her, and she’ll never be president.”

    “Don’t be so sure,” Tak jumped in. And I was glad that he had. Actually, it would be a relief if we could keep the topic on politics.

    “You really think so?” I pressed, and mercifully, we stuck with politics, movies, sexiest movie stars, favourite food and other chit chat for the rest of the meal.

    Taking a break in the bathroom just before we were leaving, it was a huge relief to have two minutes of silence without having to contend with Frans’s annoying banter.

    We said some polite good-byes and made our way to the car. On the way back, I quizzed Tak about our experience with the strange couple. “Isn’t it amazing how those two could be together? Frans never lets Dieter get a word in. How does he put up with it? And Dieter is so much better looking. I wonder what he sees in Frans.”

    “Oh, I don’t think Dieter is better looking. You’re being too hard on Frans. He’s a great conversationalist. I’m sure Dieter appreciates that about him.”

    “You call that conversation? He isn’t interested in anyone else’s views. He just loves mouthing off.”

    “Oh come on. You were too serious. We were having fun, not expressing views.”

    At this point I didn’t want to get into an argument with Tak and spoil our evening, so decided to put the episode behind me and agree. “Yes, I was too serious, sweetheart. I’m having fun now. Just the two of us driving back together.” And I was looking forward to making out in our room on our final evening.

    When we got back to the room and opened a couple of beers, Tak came up with the idea of taking them outside to the hot tub beside the pool. We’d used it quite a bit during the day but never thought of hanging out there at night. “It might be a bit chilly, honey, without the sun, and we won’t be able to see much.”

    “No, babe, they have lighting out there and the jacuzzi is heated. We never tried it. It will be fun.”

    “Are you sure there are lights out there?”

    “Yes.”

    “OK then, let’s check it out.”

    Part 2

    So wearing just towels we went outside to the pool area and found it was indeed lit up for night use, just as Tak had said. The tub was still heated and even had underwater lighting. It was big enough for about six people to sit—three along opposite sides. Obviously designed with gay guys in mind.

    It was quite a turn on actually, kissing and playing under the water. The perfect hors d’oeuvre before heading back to our room for the main course.

    Then just as things were heating up, Frans turns up at the poolside without Dieter, wearing just shorts with a towel around his neck. “Beautiful night. The pool and jacuzzi are one of the best things about this place. Mind if I join you?”

    The last thing I needed was him again, spoiling the romantic moment, but not so obvious how to delicately tell him to wait, since the pool was clearly shared among all the guests. But before I can say anything Frans has dropped his shorts by the pool behind me and plopped down into the tub right beside me and opposite Tak. I can see the look of shock on Tak’s face. Frans turns to me, beer in hand, and the stream of chatter starts up again.

    “It’s always interesting to meet new guys here. Dieter and I love to figure people out. We just were talking about you two after dinner. You probably did also about us. It’s a nice change of scenery being here in the jacuzzi, a perfect temperature and cloudless night, the stars look different here, ….

    My attention shifted over to Tak and I was surprised to see he still had an erection and didn’t seem to realize it as he wasn’t making any attempt to conceal it. If I’d been hard when someone else turned up I’d have tried to hide it, and it would have turned limp pretty quickly. Perhaps Frans wouldn’t notice as the ripples in the water distorted visibility quite a bit. I discretely waved my hands under the water to keep it from calming. And with his cock floating anyway, it wasn’t obvious whether it was hard or not. Then I noticed Tak’s stare and followed his eyes to glance over at Frans whose cock looked hard too. Yuck. So he was getting excited by Tak. Angry now, I wanted to get us both out of the tub gracefully. But I couldn’t catch Tak’s eye, and Frans was still yacking away.

    “… had another late night drinking until he passed out, but was up the next day as if nothing had happened. Well, I can still …, hey, I see it doesn’t take much for Tak to get hard. What a horny little boy. Having dirty thoughts? Unlike Samuel here,” he says, taking a careful look at my cock.

    “So what does it take for you to get hard, Sammy? Or is it like the smiling? Never happens. Just joking! Still no smile. Actually I bet I know—you’re probably exactly like Dieter.”

    “So where is Dieter?” I asked, pleased to change the subject. “Why didn’t he join you out here?”

    “Oh, he’s in our room waiting--probably playing with his condom collection. He knows I won’t be long.”

    This was getting really bizarre. And the thought that I was somehow like Dieter. But at least he’s about to leave. Otherwise we should get out ourselves.

    Then Tak interrupted cheekily with “So what does it take to get you hard, Frans?”

    Teasing the guy isn’t going to help us get rid of him, I thought. And hadn’t Tak noticed he was hard. It’s at this point that I look again at Frans’s cock and see that it probably isn’t hard at all but just floating in the water like mine but much bigger looking. I feel jealous and irritated that Frans has seen the difference in size between us.

    “Maybe you’ll find out’, he says, leaning towards Tak. “But since we’re playing the guessing game I wonder if I’m right about Sammy. I bet he likes watching you have sex with other guys” he says, lightly brushing his hand up Tak’s thigh.

    With this, something shoots through me like a bolt of lightning and I stand and swivel round to punch him in the face. But he is quick to react and standing too, catches my fist and somehow twists my arm behind me. He’s stronger than he seemed and I feel his whole body pressing into mine, and a tingling in my cock. I’m confused at what is happening, my loss of control and why I’m getting aroused. I try to shake him off and aim to get out of the pool while keeping my back to him, but he’s laughing and maneuvers me onto my side, gets me off balance, then lets go as I splash down into the water on my back. Rising to the surface and wiping my eyes, I see both Frans and Tak staring at my cock, which is sticking out obtrusively.

    “Relax my friend”, says Frans, “so the idea is new to you. Just follow the lead of your cock”.

    Tak comes up and holds the back of my head, then gives me one of the deep kisses that’s always driven me wild. But my heart is pounding. What’s going on? Does Tak want to mess around with this creep? Why is that disgusting thought turning me on?

    Then Frans comes over and pulls us gently apart. “OK guys I got you both hard, so now it’s time for you to figure out what does it for me.” We’re now standing in a circle at the shallow end of the tub, water up to our thighs.

    I look down at Frans’s cock which is still limp but probably somewhat expanded in what must be an exciting situation for him. It was bigger than my erect cock, though mine had started to subside now. I’d often heard that big cocks don’t grow that much when they get hard.

    “Wondering how big it gets? Make a guess.”

    I could tell that Tak was guessing and keen to find out, but he didn’t say anything. I was panicking.

    “I bet Tak has had some big ones, haven’t you, Tak? What’s the biggest one you’ve had in your mouth or ass?”

    What a nerve asking such a question, I thought. It was none of his business. Though I had wondered myself whether any of Tak’s previous sex partners had been hung, we’d never talked about anything like that.

    “I don’t know,” said Tak, “I didn’t measure”.
    I was glad for this tactful response.

    “Oh I think you are a good judge of length without even a measuring stick,” Frans insisted. “Compared to Sammy, was he 3cm longer, 5cm? Oh I’m sorry, we must use inches for Sammy. One inch longer, two inches?”

    He’s not going to tell you, I thought, though I now had an opening to ask Tak at some point. But it was irritating that I was being used as the measuring standard.

    “Maybe two,” Tak volunteered.

    I was annoyed that Tak had answered, and a pang of jealousy hit me that I’d been beaten by so much.

    “I bet you liked that one. But you still haven’t said how big mine gets. How many inches longer than Sammy’s?”

    And all three of us were now staring at Frans’s soft cock next to mine.

    “Sammy, you can guess too.”

    I was paralyzed, wishing this had never happened, but unable to pull away.

    Eventually Tak said “Why don’t you show us?”

    Then Frans gave Tak a playful slap on the butt and stepped out of the tub.

    “Come and join us in our room. It’s this one,” he said, pointing.

    Frans slipped his shorts on and walked back into the house. I was embarrassed, confused and upset with Tak at his flirtation, which had ruined the romantic evening. Now at least sense would prevail and things would calm down.
     
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    wow. love your story so far. can't wait to hear more.
     
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    Nooooo, don't give in to that evil Frans, Tak! You already have a man, you little size queen! Gah!
     
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    ....and Sammy, I admire your attempt to taking a swing at Mr. Teutonic turd, but you'd better have grown a pair by the conclusion of this story. Tak is basically having a chat with Frans' cock and now wants to seal the deal by shaking on it...literally! It's cock-block time!
     
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    Part 3


    “OK,” I said, “let’s get back to our room.”

    “Getting scared now?” asked Tak. “Come on, we’re both enjoying this adventure. Let’s see where it goes. I know you want to see that cock hard.”

    “I’ve had more than enough of Frans. He’s proud of his cock but it was semi erect all the time and probably doesn’t get much bigger than that.”

    “You may be right, but we’re both curious. Let’s go and see. We can leave without doing anything with them.”

    “Look, Dieter will be there too. Won’t you feel stupid going to look at Frans’s cock with him there? And I bet they will try to draw us into something.”

    “Well, you said you thought Dieter was good looking, so maybe you’ll get turned on by him. You already got turned on by Frans. Now you seem to be afraid. Come on, honey, let yourself go. It’s not threatening to us. They are a couple, we’re a couple. We’ll never see them again; it’s just a holiday adventure.”

    Then Tak started gently stroking my back and moved in for a kiss. I was alarmed at Tak’s keenness, but also excited. I didn’t know why. As the deep kiss began, his hand moved down to my cock.

    “Let’s go see them,” he whispered, “Whenever you want to leave, just tell me and we’ll go.”

    My heart was pounding now. Could I let this happen? What would be going too far? I should set some firm limits. What if he wants Tak to give him a blow job? That would freak me out. A hand job? Maybe OK. But how could we leave without it being awkward? Maybe make a clear announcement when we arrive. Say we’re curious to see if Frans’s cock ever gets hard, but that’s all. Yes, that would be a good line.

    “OK, honey, let’s go and satisfy our curiosity. But we won’t be drawn into having sex with them if they want it. Are you all right with that?”

    Tak gave me another kiss indicating his consent and guided me out of the pool. We dried off a bit and put the towels back around our waists.

    I let Tak knock on the door. It opened quickly with a beaming Frans and Dieter arm in arm wearing shorts.

    “Great to see you. And as we predicted. We have Margueritas for you.”

    The drinks were pressed into our hands. I was immediately struck by the room. Almost twice the size of ours, with more plants, more lavish furnishings and mirrors everywhere. This was obviously the best room in the guest house and it seemed designed as a sex palace.

    Before I had a chance to deliver my line Frans announced to Dieter. “They are guessing how big my cock is but they haven’t guessed yet what makes it hard. Now we can tell them.” And turning to us, “We like to see a sex show. We get hard watching you fuck for us. On the bed, on the floor, standing up. Let us see. We have all the equipment—condoms, lube, poppers. We have bets on who is going to top.”

    I was taken aback but Tak seemed delighted at the idea. He turned to me and started kissing again. And I felt strangely relieved and no longer threatened. If they get turned on by us that would be fine. And they would see me fucking Tak. One of them thought it would be the other way round. Huh. I wonder which one thought that. They would see me sliding into his cute butt and him loving the pounding. I was already tenting my towel.

    “Good, guys. Now drop the towels and enjoy yourselves. Dieter will fix you up with a condom. Who is going to top?”

    “We don’t use condoms” I responded “we’ve been exclusive for over a year”.

    “Oh, it’s a big mistake guys. You say that in one romantic moment but you can’t predict what will happen. You must always use them. Dieter, what do you say?”

    Dieter studied our cocks and said, “They are close. Sammy’s a S88 and Tak’s a B99. I have both. So Tak, you’re the top?”

    “Turns out it’s me,” I announced. “I guess I can wear a condom for old time’s sake. You have one for me?”

    To my surprise Dieter had an entire drawer of condoms of different sizes with a chart showing sizes and a mysterious code. I took the condom out of the packet he gave me and noticed the circumference was smaller than usual.

    “It will fit like a glove,” Dieter insisted.

    At first I thought it would be too tight but once I started rolling it down below the head it seemed fine. And for the first time I noticed the condom came to an end when I unrolled it. There must have always been some extra length I hadn’t used on other condoms. But this one stopped right at the root of my cock. Dieter had sized me up perfectly.

    Tak sprawled on the bed and I started lubing him. He seemed hot for this with our spectators. I pushed my cock in slowly and with my hands on Tak’s hips I gradually pulled his ass towards me and then slowly let my cock out a bit for our hosts to see. I could watch myself in the mirrors too. We were well into our role as porn stars.

    I was in the centre of the bed fucking Tak doggie style and Tak was close to the edge in danger of being pushed off it. Dieter and Frans put their drinks down, slipped their pants off and walked round to Tak’s side, almost ready to steady him if he got too close. Dieter had a great body and his cock looked as though it would be bigger than mine though nothing like Frans’s. “Nice motion,” he complemented me, “but don’t push him over.”

    Frans looked back at me and smiled. His cock wasn’t getting erect but was definitely expanding, and now bigger than we’d seen it at the pool. I wondered again if something of that size could ever get really hard.

    Dieter put his hand on Tak’s shoulder and pushed him back a bit.
    “Thanks,” I heard Tak say in a breathy voice. Frans gave him a pat on the head then started to caress his hair. I could see Frans’s cock was beginning now to rise and looking huge. I was jealous but couldn’t deny I was fascinated watching it grow. Tak was staring right at it less than a foot from his head.

    Then Frans said to Tak, “You like to take it both ends? You like both holes plugged? I know you do. It’s your lucky day today.”

    I wanted Tak to be the one to say we weren’t going there, but he was silent. I wondered whether to say something, but perhaps I didn’t need to since in any case Tak couldn’t possibly take a cock in his mouth that size.

    Frans was now so close to Tak that I couldn’t see his cock any more. Frans was looking at me and told me to watch in the mirror. I turned to my left and could see his cock now amazingly horizontal and gradually approaching Tak’s mouth. I felt a panic again as it seemed Tak was going to try to suck it. Dieter was watching me and smiling. Suddenly his cock was rising and he started stroking it gently as his eyes shifted back and forth between me and Frans’s huge cock on Tak’s lips. Then I saw Tak’s mouth open and inches of cock slide in and out. Tak was struggling for air and I stopped fucking him out of concern.

    Frans put his hand on the back of Tak’s head and pushed it firmly onto his cock. The angle was wrong and Tak’s cheek puffed out as huge as Louis Armstrong blowing his trumpet.

    “That’s enough,” I spoke up finally. “You can see he can’t take it.”

    Frans withdrew and Tak was able to swallow and speak.

    “No, I’m OK,” was all he said.

    Then he maneuvered himself into a more upright position and took the cock in both hands, caressing it and licking it. I was seething that he was disrespecting our agreement and obviously enjoying his feast. And I was annoyed with myself that I was turned on by the view I had of that cock, now in front of Tak’s beautiful face, completely obscuring his nose and both ears but not his spiky jet black hair, glistening brow, and greedy eyes.

    Then with another maneuver Tak tilted his head back and guided the cock to his throat. I knew he could deep throat me but was sure he’d gag if he tried taking on that extra thickness and length.

    But now that Tak was taking charge he was amazing me. Sliding it down, withdrawing a bit, then coming up for air, swallowing and repositioning himself, then plunging down again like a pearl diver going further and further with each dive in search of treasure.

    While getting serviced, Frans had begun talking in German. Dieter even threw in a few remarks, laughing and smiling as he watched and jerked.

    As I saw Dieter laughing my anger became acute as I realised what was going on. The show wasn’t Tak and me. It was Tak and Frans. No, it was Tak and Frans with me playing a supporting role as the victim. And that was how Dieter got off. That was how Frans got off. And the worst thing was that part of me was enjoying it and Frans had told me so.

    Why have you stopped?” Frans suddenly asked me in English. “This Asian slut boy needs it from both ends.”

    My feelings seemed to become transformed as I contemplated my role. We’ll see how comfortable the slut boy feels getting fucked while he deep throats. And lubing up my condomed cock again, which was achingly hard, I pushed my way back into the action, determined to interfere with that cock sucking.

    I fucked hard. I fucked viciously. Let Tak adjust his position. Let Frans adjust.

    “Oh look once how he fucks”, Frans blurted out. “Now we really see something. That’s right. We knew you could. Fuck him hard. Yah, fuck him with that little thing. Fuck him as deep as you can.”

    A sharp stab of hatred followed by a wave of pleasure seized my body as I shouted out uncontrollably, slamming myself into Tak, with the cum surging into the condom, flooding my cock with a warm sloppy feeling I wasn’t used to.

    Frans had removed himself and I was collapsed over Tak. I was sweating and still spasming.

    My head was spinning, I was clutching my darling Tak. Sounds of German voices, cheering and laughing. Shame and horror at what had just happened. It wasn’t a dream. How much harm had been done?

    I whispered in Tak’s ear. “I’m sorry honey. I’m so sorry. We went too far. I need to be alone with you now. We must go.”
     
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    This is too hot..I'm hard from reading it :))
     
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    "Hindsight" is 20/20, fellas....humiliation is an understatement. You guys were owned...lol. I do place a higher value on intimacy with someone I love...but hey, if you're into group sex and amusing others at your expense, more power to ya. You deserve each other.
     
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    There was quite a long silence from Tak before he whispered back. “Come on dearest, we were both loving it. Stupid to deny it just after you shot your load. We can’t go now just because it’s over for you. That’s so selfish.”

    I could see how unreasonable I sounded but I felt completely shattered. I tried to remember my assertiveness training from a course I took many years ago. “Darling, you agreed to leave when I said. Well, now I’m saying I want to leave. So let’s go.”

    “I only needed a few more minutes. Let these guys bring me off and we can go.”

    “How about we go now and I bring you off in our room?”

    “Sammy, you go to the room if you want. I’ll join you in a few minutes.”

    Frans and Dieter had been talking at the other side of the room, but at that point they approached us and Frans intervened. “Let’s all take a break. Sammy, you can take off the condom and clean yourself in the bathroom. We’ll have another drink and soon you will be fucking him again. If you don’t know it, you throw the condom in the waste not down the toilet. Tak, another Marguerita? We have plenty. Sammy, there will be one waiting for you.”

    I did need to do something about my shriveled up cock in the dripping condom and clutching it awkwardly to my body I took a few ungainly strides into the bathroom. As I rinsed myself off thoroughly I reflected on my predicament. I needed to think fast. I could see I wasn’t persuading Tak and I didn’t want to get into a confrontation with him in front of these guys and find myself the loser. When I become “Sammy” I know I have to tread carefully with Tak. There was no way I was going to be fucking him again in their room. I hadn’t come twice in succession since my twenties, but maybe I could quickly get Tak off and we could leave gracefully. He would probably want to continue working Frans’s cock and I could suck him off at the same time. That had to be my plan B. I didn’t want to keep being maneuvered into doing what I said I didn’t want and then have Frans and Dieter enjoy their victory. So I was going to be cool with what happened and cool with Tak shooting his jizz. I looked myself in the mirror as I said this to myself. That was a useful thing I learnt way back from that course. Say it to yourself in front of the mirror when you resolve to do something.

    When I emerged from the bathroom Tak was swilling down his Marguerita and laughing with Dieter at something Frans had just said. My irritation at Frans surfaced again but I was determined not to let it show.

    “What did I miss?” I said cheerfully with a smile.

    “Oh, we just said you will be horny again in no time.”

    Nothing funny about that, I thought. And obviously not going to happen. I took my Marguerita and realized how thirsty I was, almost swilling it myself.

    Dieter was fiddling with his drawer of condoms again and passed it to me to view as though I were genuinely interested and going to start a collection of my own. “The numbers are for length, and the letters for width,” he explained, “but they are not in any usual order. You must know the chart. You’re a S88, I’m an N11.” There were two dozen or so condoms all in nice gold wrappers. I realized it was actually an attractive old cigar box he’d found to house his collection. “We like to entertain, so we have a good selection for our guests. Frans wears a G21. It’s the longest they make but not the widest. There is one wider size but he prefers the G21.”

    Dieter was absurd in his seriousness. I was tempted to make a joke about small talk, but thought the wiser of it. They probably wouldn’t understand the pun. Their English was good, but not that good.

    We were finishing our drinks and Dieter dimmed the lights. It reminded me of being at a theater when the second act is about to begin.

    Frans came up to me and ran his hand lightly down my shoulder and arm in a friendly gesture. “Sammy, it’s your turn to play with my cock now and make it hard again.”

    Now Frans was the one to be absurd. I’d just come. I wasn’t interested in playing with his cock. I didn’t know why he was asking me. He could have done it himself or let Tak do it. Better for Tak to be getting his thrill quickly so I could suck him off.

    But I was the one he asked and I found myself complying. Maybe I was slightly curious to touch that thing. It was much bigger than any I’d seen before, let alone touched. I put my hand under the cock and slowly lifted it with my middle finger. It felt heavy but very soft, and I was surprised at how it drooped each side of my finger, making an upside down U-shape. Mine didn’t do that. I realized that was because there wasn’t enough cock to make that sort of bend.

    “Make it hard,” Frans instructed.

    I wrapped my other fingers round the cock, and as I stroked gently I felt it getting firmer and growing. I stopped stroking for a moment to check what was happening and watched in amazement as my thumb became parted from my fingers because of the expansion that was happening. Then I felt a jab of pleasure in my own cock and felt it coming to life again. I was surprised and a little alarmed. I was doing this for Tak’s benefit. They were wrong that I was going to be horny again. But my cock was beginning to grow and I didn’t want Frans seeing he was having that effect on me. So I took my cock in my other hand and starting jacking it energetically, like I was making a big effort for everyone else’s benefit to get back in the mood for more sex.

    Frans responded immediately, “No, don’t touch yourself. Remember how quickly you came before. Let your cock speak for itself. You need both hands for mine now. See, it’s almost full length. It needs two or three hands to hold it.”

    And then I realized how dumb I’d like look if I defied him and continued jacking myself. So I stopped, let go of my own cock and, well, I didn’t have to take his cock in both hands but I did. The vacant hand seemed to need something to do. But I was annoyed that I was beginning to be manipulated by him again. I just had to act cheerful and make it look as though I was totally cool with what was happening.

    We were standing by the bed and Tak had sprawled across it on his stomach, watching us intently. I was stroking Frans’s firm cock with both hands, appreciating its perfect proportions–dead straight and with a slightly larger head. Yup, there probably was room for a third hand.

    “That’s good. Make it big for Tak again. You know he loves to play with the big one. You just saw him working on it with his mouth.”

    And amazingly, the memory of Tak feasting on that cock and the image of him taking it in his lips again was having a booster effect on me. Hard to believe, so soon after I’d regretted letting that happen, and so soon after I’d come. But I was getting aroused at the thought of seeing it again. I wanted to be cool about my partner sucking off a huge cock but I didn’t want Tak to think I was really into it. Fortunately, he would just think I was now getting turned on by feeling Frans’s cock in my hands. That would be OK, I supposed.

    Then Frans commented, “Look at that. See how horny he gets preparing my cock for his boyfriend to play with. Isn’t that beautiful? Look at Sammy. The perfect little cuck.”

    I felt a bolt of anger again. My cock was not little. I’d been very concerned about my size in my teens and twenties and had read all the studies into penis size that were out there on the internet. I was average according to many of them. And the ones that claimed the average was larger were all based on self-measurement. We all know how much men exaggerate, so those surveys obviously weren’t reliable. It was a matter of self-respect that I stand up to Frans and not let that comment pass. Tak should not see me accept that subtle form of abuse.

    “It’s not little”, I asserted, “it’s a decent size, not as big as yours but not below average.”

    Frans looked at me as though I was a complete idiot. “I said you were a perfect little cuck. Not cock. You know what a cuck is, don’t you? A cuckold?”

    “No, what is that?”

    “Christ, it’s not my job to teach you English. You can look it up later. It’s a good word for you. … Oh, now your cock is soft again. I’ve wounded your pride. Now it really does look little. Never mind, we know how to make it hard again and bring it back to its full size—average if you say so. Where I come from that is not average.”

    Then turning to Tak he continued, “Outside you were trying to guess how big mine grows. Is it what you guessed?”

    “It’s more than we were expecting,” Tak responded.

    I was feeling foolish, defeated, and exhausted by Frans’s relentless barrage, and also confused at how quickly he had dropped his insulting remarks to me and turned the topic back to himself. And how quickly and eagerly Tak had picked up the new thread. Had Tak even noticed the insults? Did he care? It was as though suddenly I didn’t exist and Tak and Frans were having a private conversation.

    Yet on reflection it seemed better if Tak was in his private zone and insensitive to what a fool Frans had made of me. And better if he didn’t realize I had been turned on watching him.

    “So how do I compare with the biggest you ever had before?” Frans asked.

    “You’re bigger,” was Tak’s answer.

    “Then you are naturally talented with your mouth. Just now taking it all the way down with no practice. I expect you can take it all the way in your ass too.”

    That set off a new bolt of panic and alarm. Fucking was intimate and special to our relationship. Surely Tak didn’t want to throw that away in this holiday adventure.

    “No way. Sorry, that’s too much for me to handle,” Tak responded.

    That was a relief. My size was the perfect fit with Tak’s ass. He didn’t want a stranger’s huge cock stretching him painfully.

    But Frans wasn’t accepting Tak’s reply. “A talent for sucking usually goes with a talent for getting fucked. You said you got fucked by someone two inches longer than Sammy. Didn’t you enjoy that?”

    The prompt reminder of that guy, whoever he was, was a reality check.

    “That was years ago. That really does need practice,” Tak insisted.

    “But I’m sure you loved it. Not a worry. We have the perfect solution. You can practice with Dieter. Isn’t that logical? He’s smaller than me but bigger than Sammy.”
     
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    hey. loved the latest installment. will we find out the actual dimensions of frans's cock?

    hit me up on yahoo.
     
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    Since everyone has their own idea of what an inch is I decided to use a different scale--the condom brand.

    Part 5

    Dieter dimmed the lights a little bit more and worked his way between Frans and me. Somehow I’d assumed Dieter was a bottom, or just a wimpy observer. I hadn’t thought he was any kind of threat. But now logic was dictating that he fuck Tak. Tak was facing the three of us. Maybe he could handle Dieter’s cock, which was rock hard, and an obvious step up from mine in length and thickness.

    Frans pressed on. “Tak, what do you think? You want to be fucked some more? You just got fucked by Sammy. Now what about Dieter? Who has the best size for you, Dieter or Sammy? Tell Sammy which cock you want. You don’t need to worry it will hurt his feelings. He likes a little bit teasing.”

    Tak had got up off the bed now and Dieter was lightly caressing his thighs and butt. Tak wasn’t resisting and his cock was hard, so his answer was obvious. But he was hesitating because of me. My eyes were adjusting to the darker light, and I was getting affected by the atmosphere. I was seeing my Tak’s slutty side and suddenly it seemed dirty and thrilling. Yes, I thought, Dieter’s cock is a better size for you. Take it, I know you want it. And my cock was responding again.

    Frans kept up the pressure on Tak. “Look, Sammy is getting excited. Is it because he wants to fuck you or does he want to watch Dieter fuck you?

    Tak and I made eye contact again. Tak seemed uncertain of what I wanted. Dieter was the one stroking Tak’s butt and I wasn’t saying anything. I could have tried to put a stop to it. I could have moved in to stake my right to Tak’s ass. But time was running out for that. I found it strangely exciting that Tak wanted to give his ass up to Dieter right there in front of me. Yes, I did want to watch, yet I didn’t want Tak to think it was all fine by me. I didn’t see how I could have it both ways though. I realized I had to make a choice. As the seconds ticked by Tak was gaining in confidence that I wasn’t going to resist. He tentatively ran his fingers up and down Dieter’s cock and looked up at me to check my reactions. That bold move drove me wild. The decision was made for me as my cock rose to a horizontal position. Tak responded with a huge smile. His expression said, “You’ve given me all the permission I need. I don’t need to feel guilty now.” It felt surprisingly liberating that Tak had seen my reactions to his indulgence.

    Now it was Frans’s turn to play the assistant by bringing one of the nice gold-wrapped condoms, presumably Dieter’s size, and a bottle of lube. I watched Dieter bite the condom wrapper to open it and roll it smoothly along his pole. Then he daubed some lube on his hand and started working a finger into Tak’s ass. It was hot. We were all getting worked up anticipating the fucking. But Tak wasn’t sure how to position himself.

    It was Frans who gave the instructions. “On the bed. Lie on your back. Closer to the edge. That’s good.” Dieter was up on the bed too, lifting Tak’s legs over his shoulders and slowly easing his lubed cock into Tak’s eager asshole. I felt a pang of disappointment to see how easily it slid in. Less than a minute of gentle in and out and Tak was already taking Dieter’s full length. Then Frans came over and lifted Tak’s head. Dieter stopped fucking and I wasn’t sure what was going on. Frans put his hands under the center of Tak’s back and I was amazed to see Frans and Dieter slide Tak off the bed. There they were standing beside the bed holding Tak on his back with Dieter still fucking. Or rather Frans was rocking Tak back and forth onto Dieter’s cock. It was spectacular. Like a circus performance with two lithe, muscular acrobats pulling off a daring, creative act that their audience has never seen before. Tak weighs only 130 pounds, but it was still an impressive feat of strength, balance and coordination. After a couple of minutes Dieter pulled his cock out and the two of them deposited Tak back on the bed. I felt as though I should clap. At the circus they would now be taking a synchronized bow.

    “Wow” was Tak’s comment. There was an innocent smile on his face, like the proud child who’d been invited on stage to assist the performers with one of their acts and had played his part perfectly.

    “Up,” was Frans’s command, and Tak understood that he was to get up off the bed.

    “Over to the wall.”

    Frans pointed to a bare section of the wall and followed Tak over to it. “Bend over.” Tak again wasn’t quite sure what he was supposed to be doing and bent at the hips with his right side to the wall. “No, face the wall. Head down.” Tak wasn’t getting it, so Frans put his hands on Tak’s hips, almost lifting him up by his slim round ass, and then pushed down firmly higher up his back. Tak’s ass was now his highest point and his head was between his legs. Frans pushed him further against the wall, which resulted in Tak’s head moving down lower as he put his hands on the ground to steady himself. Dieter was lubing his cock again and now came over to move in on Tak’s ass. This must have been uncomfortable for Tak. I could see the blood was rushing to his head in that position. But it was obviously an easier and more comfortable position for Dieter who was pushing his cock in more forcefully now.

    I was surprised Tak was so into this rough treatment. His cock remained pretty hard throughout the ramming. And he managed to keep his ass high. I admired his flexibility in maintaining that position. His back was literally to the wall but upside down, with his weight taken up equally by his two arms and legs. With each thrust Tak had a loud exhaling sound forced out of him.

    Things weren’t moving towards quickly bringing Tak off at all. I felt powerless, but it didn’t seem to matter any more. He seemed to be enjoying the pummeling and I was getting a thrill from watching him.

    Then Dieter withdrew and disappeared into the bathroom. Frans sat down on the bed and directed Tak to join him there and start giving him head again. Earlier I had imagined this would be a good way to finish, with me sucking Tak off at the same time. But not any longer. I was still fuming over that cuckard business and Frans’s total disrespect for me. Couldn’t I get Dieter to bring him off? I was finding that hot.
     
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    I would be sooo pissed if I were Sammy and tak just betrayed me like that I would've left the hotel room long ago
     
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    Here's the last part


    Tak immediately sprawled across the bed on his front, so I couldn’t get at his cock anyway. Frans ran his fingers playfully through Tak’s hair as Tak started to lick. Then one hand started wandering down Tak’s back to his ass. And I could see that ass was quivering at his touch and pouting. My loathing for Frans kept getting submerged by the excitement of seeing Tak magnetized by his huge cock. And now it was happening again. Tak was saying nothing but it looked from his reaction that he was up for the challenge of taking his biggest ever cock in his ass. After the fucking from Dieter, his mind was evidently in a different place. He had had his practice. I was revolted and fascinated at the same time.

    Dieter was back from the bathroom and playing with himself lightly as he slipped back into his familiar role of voyeur. Frans had stood up and was now rubbing his cock against Tak’s thighs and ass. The cock seemed longer than Tak’s narrow waist and it looked physically impossible that he could take it. I didn’t know enough about anatomy to know what happens deep inside an ass. But I had a vague idea there were turns that would not allow a straight cock to get that far.

    Finally, Frans asked Tak, “Ready for it?”

    “Did you say you had poppers?” was his reply.

    “We do. Good idea.”

    And within a few seconds Dieter had brought a small bottle and a cloth, which he handed to Tak. I’d never liked the smell of poppers. It reminded me of smelly feet and I always declined when offered it. Tak had poured some onto the cloth and was clutching it to his nose. I noticed that his cock had gone soft, and wondered what the point was if that was the effect it had.

    Dieter brought out his cigar box again and handed a condom to Frans. “Sammy, you roll it on me. Come and share the action. We don’t want you to be left out.”

    Here we go again, I thought. Last time he invited me to touch his cock, events turned nasty. It seemed Frans couldn’t be content just to have his way with Tak, but had to insult me in the process. Still, the prospect of seeing Tak give it a go was such a thrill that I willingly followed my instructions. Perhaps Frans would give me a break finally.

    The wrapper was the same size as the others but the condom had a much bigger circumference. It rolled over the head of Frans’s cock without too much difficulty and all the way down his shaft, coming to an end near the base of his cock.

    “Now rub the lube all over it. Lots of it. That’s good. Imagine it’s your cock. Imagine what you will do with it. How much Tak loves it. You saw how he loved to suck it. Now his ass wants it. He’s a lucky boy tonight. You can guide it in. Feel as it starts to slide into his hole. You can push it in. You can fuck him with it. Didn’t I say you would soon be fucking Tak again? Now you can fuck him with a big cock. You like it more, fucking him with a big cock?”

    I was punch drunk at this point. There was no resistance left in me. He had won. I had lost. I felt each new insult as it landed but was powerless to do anything about it. And there was no referee to stop the fight.

    Tak’s head was still lying on the bed buried in the poppers rag but his ass was up in the doggie position. And Frans, kneeling on the bed, was perfectly positioned for me to guide the cock in. As if hypnotized, I began by opening Tak’s ass cheeks with one hand and brought the cock to Tak’s hole with the other. Frans was pushing delicately and I found I really could judge the angle of entry as though it were my cock. Then I think Tak pushed back with his ass a bit as I felt the shaft slide through my light grip and saw the cock head disappear into Tak. I looked at his contorted and screwed up face. Was it an expression of pain? I wasn’t sure. But I’d never seen him look so beautiful. Frans was supplying the forward push, Tak the backward push, and I was steering the cock.

    The two of them remained completely still for half a minute or so while Tak’s ass was getting used to the stretch. Then I felt the cock slowly sliding in some more. Another contorted expression on Tak’s face, and another rest. I made sure the lube wasn’t drying out and added some more, liberally, to the shaft that was probably going further in.

    I felt some movement again. How far in could it go? Any further and I’d have to move my hand away. That would be a shame—now at least I had a role. The cock was barely moving, getting no friction but was very hard. Then I heard Tak quietly plead, “Fuck me, Frans.”

    Frans took my arm and moved it away from his cock. Placing both hands on Tak’s waist, he started to pull out gently for the first time. Ever so slowly. Back and forth. Some breathy perfumed moans started to come from Tak. Bleating sounds I’d never heard before. Frans was behaving extremely gently—not at all like Dieter had just done. It reminded me of those nature programs where a ferocious lion handles her cubs without the slightest danger of hurting them.

    Not much more than half the cock had been fucking Tak up until now. But then came a moment when Frans kneeled up a bit higher, bent down over Tak’s back, gently nibbling on his ears and licking his nape, and then used his weight to sink into him. Tak let out a yell and was arching his back turning his head from side to side, face contorted again, breathing rapidly. I saw that Frans’s cock was almost fully embedded.

    Tak looked delirious. His eyes didn’t seem to be taking anything in. His face remained intensely strained. I couldn’t tell whether it was from a state of extreme pleasure, pain, or a mix of the two.

    Frans began to pick up the fucking again. It was slow and restrained. He must have learned that it was the only way anyone could handle his massive pole, at least when taking it for the first time. He seemed to like giving it slow too.

    I was shocked at how loud Tak was getting. I always thought Samantha on Sex and the City was way over the top, an obvious exaggeration for the sake of humor. But Tak had her beat for decibels. The entire guest house surely knew what was going on. I was slightly fearful we’d soon have some of them knocking on the door or just barging in to see.

    Tak was primed to explode, and this time it was his turn to shoot rather more quickly than Frans would have wanted. The first spurt gushed from his cock without anything touching it. And he then immediately milked the remaining spurts with his hand as his groans finally died down to intermittent whimpers.

    Dieter was stroking himself forcefully now, obviously no longer holding himself back. I did the same. It had been a very hot scene, and Frans would surely not be policing my hand now. Frans was slowly withdrawing. I could see his cock again. More and more of it. It was amazing how much cock there was to come out. Had it grown some more inside Tak? Its emergence finally from Tak’s round little butt was a magnificent sight.

    Frans quickly got rid of the condom and kneeling straddled over Tak’s ass was preparing to shoot over his back.

    “Yes, Sammy. You can jerk it now. On the bed beside me. That’s right. Like a little boy and his big brother jerking off together.”

    My heart was thumping once more. Frans evidently was going to turn on the insults again in these final moments. He was indeed like a big brother—a mean and nasty one. Then why didn’t I stop jerking myself as the stream of foul talk started up again? I looked up at him and he was staring straight at me, smiling away. In that light his muscles were a sexy bronze, and pumped. His strong jaw and disheveled hair gave him a rugged masculine look. I couldn’t help myself. Frans’s poison had circulated. It had taken control of me. The taunts were making my cock harder.

    “Looks like your boyfriend got the fuck he was craving. I’m sure he’s glad you chose to fuck him with the nice big cock and not the little one. That’s a good view of them side by side. You can judge the difference in length now can’t you? How many inches? You can discuss it with Tak after. Yours looks like a boy’s cock. I had already a cock that size with thirteen. With fourteen it was bigger. How does Tak come with just a boy’s cock fucking him?”

    The excitement was welling up inside me, my entire groin area was humming, and with a moan of relief I came again onto Tak’s back. It seemed to have an immediate effect on Dieter who had been standing beside the bed stroking himself occasionally as he watched the action. Now he stepped forward and shot a much bigger load further up Tak’s back. Frans had his mouth open but he’d stopped talking, and now he’d stopped stroking and was just holding his cock lightly. Then his back arched slightly, his head tilted back and several jets of cum shot out, landing in Tak’s hair and his upper back. He looked completely satisfied and triumphant.

    Everyone was drained, and for the first time that evening the sounds were just of breathing. Tak had a huge Chinese character on his back. He lay there for a while before Dieter came and wiped it off with a towel. Then Tak raised himself up and sat on the bed. His face bore an expression of bliss and calm.

    It was Frans who broke the silence. “Guys, this was one of the best experiences we’ve had here, and believe me we’ve had many good times with the guests at this place. It’s lucky we arrived before you leave tomorrow. This is such a perfect place for the vacation. You have a lot of fun and relaxation and it can also be a place for personal growth.”

    It seemed appropriate to leave quickly now that the action was over. For the first time that evening Tak looked as though he was ready to leave too. And Frans was launching into a stream of reflections that we could happily do without.

    “One surprising and wonderful thing about human nature I learned. When a man discovers he was born with the short end of the stick, so to say, he doesn’t just suffer like you would expect. Well, some do unfortunately. They keep trying to find a partner they can satisfy, but trouble is always around the corner. For most guys it’s different though. The wonderful thing is men are designed so to have a handicap can be a great source of pleasure. Being inferior to other men becomes very exciting and they love it. Once they discover it brings such pleasure they never go back. They never try to compete with the alpha males. They give up trying to convince everyone they have a decent sized cock for fucking. And they stop pretending to themselves also, because they find being inferior is much more enjoyable. Don’t you agree it’s wonderful they can find pleasure from it? It proves there is a God. Of course it doesn’t matter if you’re a bottom like Tak. Then your size is irrelevant. But it’s great that Sammy has found himself today.”

    As I predicted, Frans was running his mouth again and was now spewing out some ridiculous philosophy. Thankfully there was no need to stay and listen to any more of that garbage. Tak had had his fun and now we were at the door exchanging the customary meeting of pouted lips.

    Frans had one parting comment for me. “Your boyfriend is a very special guy. If you want to keep him happy, if you want to keep him, you must often find some guests to invite over. It could be a good arrangement for you both.”

    And as we were exiting the door Frans gave me a playful pat on the butt.
     
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    Bravo! This is the first story I've seen about gay cuckolding -- if anyone knows another, please mention it -- and it's even well written. Thanks for sharing your work.
     
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    It was awesome, thanks for writing it! Though, maybe can we get a follow-up with the aftermath? A little morning-after gouging from Frans as they check out of the B&B?
     
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    agreed also sammy and tak never did find out from frans how big his dick was ;)
     
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    No follow up? Please? Pretty please? :)
     
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    Great story man!
     
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    Great story. Really!

    I think Dieter's just my type. So obsessed with order and so clean. Plus a rough fucker
     
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