Who Turned Out Whom?

It took me a moment to fully process what Chris was saying but, as he rambled on a bit, I began to understand what he was asking for. His bluntness was kind of cute. My confession had merely made his horny mind realize that, with Alma gone, there was now someone who could maybe help him satisfy his seemingly insatiable sex drive.

"Like, jerking off isn't enough for me. But I don't want to cheat on Alma. And...if I put a blanket over you, I won't even know it's a dude so it's not like, gay or anything, you know?" he said. "And, you know, it wouldn't be cheating, which is the important thing."

Okay...the logic didn't quite make sense to me, and I'd never said he was the smartest guy, but I felt pretty ready to go with whatever he was suggesting here (or really, any logic that would do anything to get me physically closer to him).

At this moment, I had to make a decision. Was I OK with how this was going down? Hiding myself so that Chris could pretend he was with someone else? To be honest, it was a bit humiliating. But was that concern enough to stop me from taking the chance that he was offering to me? Not at all.

"Yeah," I found myself saying, "I'm game."

He smiled at my eagerness.

"I can tell how horny you are." I said, "and I get that you need a release - I'm...so down to help," I said, as he continued grinning.

"So...how do you want to do this?" I asked.

"Well - you can, you know, get comfortable first," he said somewhat sheepishly. I hesitated, guessing at what he meant, but wanting to be sensitive to how he wanted this to go.

"Like, you don't have to wear all your clothes if you don't want to."

"Oh, cool," I said. I felt self conscious for a moment as I pulled my shirt over my head. But for someone who didn't want to think he was about to be with a guy, he was certainly pretty focused on me as I got undressed.

"Bro, you must be hitting the gym a lot lately," he said admiringly as I took down my pants. "Look at those quads."

I could feel myself blushing, proud of his admiration as I threw aside my underwear. I saw his gaze linger on my erect cock. I always thought I was pretty well-sized at eight inches, but it was nowhere near impressive as his.

"Ok...so, grab that blanket, and come over here..." he said, slapping his thighs.

I did as I was asked, grabbing a soft blanket from the couch, handing it to him, and knelt before him. He then unfolded the blanket, and placed it over my head, enclosing me in a small space — me, kneeling, alone with his well developed legs, and the[i] pièce de résistance[/i], the fleshy tower stretching up before me from his fur-covered crotch, now bucking and pulsing with anticipation.

I approached gingerly, moving myself between his spread legs, placing my hands on his thighs.

"That's it," I heard him saying, encouraging me along, "Get in there."

The blanket admitted a little bit of light and I could see that I was facing his tree-trunk sized member which, implausibly, seemed even bigger up close.

"Touch it," I heard him saying, slightly muffled by the blanket. I took a deep breath. He'd put the porn back on and I could hear the loud exclamations of the pornstar as she enjoyed the man beneath her.

I reached out tentatively and gasped as I wrapped my fingers around it's incredible girth, holding onto it for a moment, just enjoying the feel of it pulsing in my hand. I'd never held another man's cock and it was a new and delicious sensation for me. Something I'd longed to do for quite a while now.

"Yeah," he said. "Now stroke it." The thing was completely greased up and shining dimly in the faint light. I let my hand slip down it's length all the way to settle on his huge ballsack, then brought it up again, giving a little flick of my wrist to tickle the underside of the head as I stroked back down, eliciting a moan from Chris. Guess I was doing something right...

I began to stroke him rhythmically now, watching closeup, eyes wide, as my hand slid back and forth over the great, meaty thing before me.

"I-I want your mouth on it," I heard him saying trepidatiously. And then a bit more confidently, "Now."

I definitely wanted to obey, but was very aware of my inexperience as I faced the intimidating thing in my hand. Looking at it, I quickly came up with a gameplan, deciding to start with what seemed like the easiest approach — still jacking him steadily I buried my face in his absurdly large balls, kissing them, and drawing one fully into my mouth, sucking it gently, enjoying the faint musky aroma of his cock basket.

"Aw yeah, that feels good," I heard Chris moan. The fact that I was causing this man pleasure caused a shudder throughout my body. I wanted more. I was ready.

I scooted closer and, holding his rock hard dick at its rigid root, drew the bulbous head closer to my mouth and began to kiss it slowly, firmly, tonguing the big hole at its tip, and dragging the glans across my lips, teasingly. As I sloppily tongue kissed the mushroom-shaped helmet, I was surprised to taste a salty gob of pre-cum leaking from its hole and instinctively lapped it up, eliciting another, deeper moan from him — music to my ears.

Newly addicted to causing his pleasure, I opened my mouth a bit wider in order to better fit the fat, now spit-slicked head into my mouth. It was soooo big but I was somehow able to slide it past my lips and into my mouth - not quite as far as i had hoped, but he seemed to like it. His hips were now moving in small, involuntary movements as though he couldn't help but fuck his cock just a bit deeper into my mouth. And, as we all know, hips don't lie.

Now I moaned causing his flesh wand to vibrate in my mouth which in turn made his sounds of pleasure even louder. I thrilled to feel his hand above me, pressing gently on the back of my head through the blanket, urging me on so I slid it in a little bit more. I really found myself wanting to do it — to prove that I could get all of it into my throat like the slut I heard gagging from the TV where the porno still played.

I didn't know if it was out of bounds, but since we were both in the moment now, I took the liberty of grabbing his hips so I could get a little bit more purchase, swallowing at least another inch into my hungry mouth.

"Wow," I heard him saying, "you're really good at that." I responded to his praise by gripping him harder and increasing my rhythm as I bobbed in his lap.

"F-fuck..." he stammered now. He seemed to be losing control, and I was the cause of it — something I'd only considered in my most secret fantasies.

I now allowed myself even more license, letting one hand stray out of the blanket and onto his abs, letting my fingertips play gently across the fuzz covered, taut, impeccably maintained muscles I found there.

"You like that, huh?" he said as I touched him.

"Mmm," I responded through my epic mouthful.

"You've been thinking about this body," he said. Was it possible? It seemed that something about my desire for him was also turning him on. I'd worked him up into a lather and he was definitely seeming to loosen up.

I took his words as permission to go further, letting my hand stray to his chest where I squeezed his well-toned pec and began to play with his nipple. He moaned and I was startled when he flinched, and shocked to suddenly feel my mouth filling with warm, thick fluid. I instinctively swallowed and felt his hands push beneath the blanket where they grabbed the back of my head, forcing his spewing rod even further down my throat. He was grunting now, the sound from the TV drowned out by his moans of satisfaction as I dutifully swallowed his thick, salty seed.

When his hip thrusts subsided and I could feel the throbs begin to slow, I let his cock slide out of my mouth, crawled back from underneath the blanket, and sat beside him on the couch, spent.

He looked over at me with a strange grin on his face and took a deep breath.

"Wow...that was...something." He said. "I mean, you're like...very good at that...so..."

"Thanks, man," I said. I was genuinely flattered! But also still deeply horny. I could tell that he was experiencing some kind of post coital embarrassment, even though his cock was still hard as ever.

He started to stand up, his erection wobbling obscenely, still throbbing visibly. "Well, I guess..."

I cut him off quickly, not wanting to let this moment end. "Oh. Are you going to bed now?"

"Yeah, probably best if we, just..." he trailed off, awkwardly.

"Alright...understood. But, just wanted to put something out there."

He stood there, waiting, looking gorgeous, seemingly inviting me to continue, which made me think there might be some hope.

"Just wanted to say that...we both know you're not an easily satiated man."

He laughed a little bit. A cue to go further?

"I mean - it's pretty plain to see," and here I gestured at the incredible schlong protruding from his crotch, "That even if you're finished, that thing is certainly not."

He laughed louder.

"Well...yeah, I mean I was just going to go and jerk off, but..."

That "but" hanging in the air held so much delicious promise.

"Well, just to say, I am game for anything. Like, we could go further, you know, and it would be just like how we did it just now — you could think about whatever you want."

A bit of cum began to drool from his cock hole, gravity pulling it down in a silvery thread to the ground. I wanted to reach out, grab it and smear it on my lips, but I resisted.

"Alright, yeah." he said, "Maybe that could work. I'm uh, into trying it out. Let's do it."

He began to walk to the bedroom, and I followed behind, hanging back a bit to take him all in — finally able to appreciate the magnificence of his nude body from behind in person — broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist and two of the most powerful looking haunches I'd ever seen. I imagined them driving into me — their force.

Being back in his room reminded me of my earlier adventure there when I'd found the drive. The bed was impeccably made, a large mirror stood against the wall to one side of the room.

"Bro, thanks. I really need this - it's been so long since Alma's been gone. And, you know, it's not like this is cheating..."

"Yeah," I said, "I need this too." Understatement of the year.

I sat down on the bed in front of him, very ready. As if remembering something, he grabbed his laptop from his desk and positioned it on the bedside table so that he could see it from where he had been standing. He put on some more straight porn, filling the room with the sounds of moaning, sucking, flesh on flesh. I was a little disappointed at the distraction, but if he needed the porn to make this happen, I was not going to stand in his way.

He looked down at me, and began to speak hesitantly.

"Now listen, have you done this before?" he asked.

"Like [i]this[/i], this?" I asked?

He laughed a little bit, "Yeah, like [i]this[/i], this."

"Well, not exactly," I said. "Have you?"

"Well - not this way, but I've done it a bunch with Alma. And before that with other girls. And, well...let's just say, from experience, it's going to be better for both of us if we...get you ready."

"Sounds okay to me, but what do you...oh," I saw that he had turned away from me and was pulling the large bottle of lube I'd seen from his dresser drawer.

"Well, you know, because of my size," he was saying as he returned to the bed, briefly gesturing to his still miraculously erect dick, as though anyone would misconstrue what he was referring to, "It's good to get you used to having something in there before we, you know..."

Now he stood over me, "Turn over," he said with a very sexy tone of authority, and I may have won the world record for flipping onto my belly. I was now on all fours on the bed, my back slightly arched, presenting my ass fully to him.

He chuckled a little at my eagerness. I was looking back at him expectantly, enjoying seeing him standing there, naked and powerful behind me. He held the bottle of lube above my outspread offering. He pumped once and I felt the shockingly cool lube slide over my asshole. He pumped again, now fully coating it in the viscous liquid. Then, to my shock, he brought his hand to my butt, placing his palm against my tailbone, and proceeded to place his two forefingers directly against my hungry hole.

I breathed in sharply with pleasurable surprise.

"Is that okay?" I was shocked by how gentle and intimate his touch was.

"Um, yeah, definitely," I said, while inside fireworks of incredible joy and pleasure were echoing through my body.

To my delight, he now slid his fingers back and forth over my puckered O-ring, a massage unlike anything I'd ever felt. I involuntarily responded by pushing my hips back against him.

"Hm, maybe you're readier than I thought," he wondered aloud. "You're like an eager little slut," he said with a chuckle.

I couldn't believe he was talking like that to me.

"Just like her," he gestured toward the screen, where a woman on all fours was getting the banging of a lifetime from a muscled jock behind her.

"I'm gonna go a little further, OK?" he said, and then pushed his middle finger just slightly against the tight little opening where it seemed to encounter a little resistance, just a little bit, before soon he had pushed through.

An involuntary moan escaped my lips as I felt him penetrating me — the first time I'd experienced the sensation.

"That's good, just relax and breathe," he said.

I relaxed, looking towards his laptop where the woman was now slobbering all over the jock's uncut cock. He had nothing on Chris.

"Wow, you really are good at this," I said, looking back at him again, as he, with a concentrated look on his face, still watching the porn closely, began to fuck me with his finger, going in deeper, sliding to the knuckle, his palm still pressed against me, his other fingers against that sweet spot below my balls.

"Yeah, I really love anal, but it definitely takes a while to get most girls ready — I've got the technique totally down," he said.

"Seems like a good technique to me," I said rather awkwardly, savoring the feeling of my roommate's finger up my ass.

Then, as he slid in at a slightly different angle, I felt him touch a spot inside me that made me utter a low, involuntary, guttural moan as a warm, liquid pleasure spread throughout my pelvis and out to my body.

"Oh, there it is! Girls definitely don't have that," he said, maintaining a slight, but overwhelming pressure there. I felt fluid begin to ooze out of my cock as he continued to give my prostate little, maddening flicks of his fingertip.

"Aright, we better stop that or you're gonna finish before I've even had a chance to fuck you!" he said in a brazen way that nearly made me explode.

"Now we're gonna open you up just a bit more," he said, "Ready?"

"Fuck yeah," I said, after which I felt his forefinger sliding in to meet the other one, stretching my asshole even wider.

I inhaled again at the slight pain, pain that was soon replaced by incredible pleasure as he began moving his two meaty fingers in and out of me.

"That's it," he said, "I think you're almost ready."

"Yeah," I said, wanting more. I really did feel like an insatiable slut. "I think so too."

"Alright, that's good. Cause I'm super ready too," he said, sliding his fingers out.

"Turn over on your back," he commanded.

I looked back at him, a bit trepidatious, but ready to do whatever he wanted. He still had his eyes trained fully on the porn, and his impossibly stiff cock was as hard as ever. I flipped over, lying back on the bed with my knees up, feet planted on the bed, propped up on my elbows to face him.

Now he turned back to the dresser where he pumped another generous dollop of lube into his hand, turned to face me, and then ran the glistening liquid up and down the length of his cock. I think something in him enjoyed giving me this show. I felt a new sensation as I watched him jack the lube onto his fuckstick - my inner depths were now missing his fingers - a shamefully desirous hunger grew in my asshole as I watched each stroke, my throbbing prostate practically begging for it.

He approached now, standing in front of me. Grabbing my thighs in either hand, he pulled me back slightly, scooting my hips and ass towards him so they hovered just a bit off the bed. I looked down and saw that he was positioning me just right — placing that shimmering cock-slab below my balls. I watched it as though it were happening to someone else, and was surprised to feel the sensation of the crabapple sized, circumcised cockhead rest lasciviously, directly against my asshole.

Looking around Chris briefly, I saw his reflection in the large mirror against the wall, showing me an entire glorious portrait of his muscular back, epic buttocks, and sinewy legs.

I looked back down now to see him grab my hip firmly with one hand while, with his other hand, he gripped the base of his cock root, pushing the shaft down so that the fat head pressed firmly into the hollow of my ass. In the mirror I saw his muscular glutes flex a little bit as he pressed his pelvis gently forward, while at the same time pulling my lower body firmly towards him by my hip.

I took a deep breath in, closed my eyes, and felt my world expanding as my tight sphincter impossibly began to spread open to accept him. I savored every feeling as the tremendous head slid in.

"You good?" he asked.

But I couldn't speak to respond. I opened my eyes to look up at him and just nodded, catching my breath. His eyes had now strayed from the porn, and he was looking at mine kind of sweetly with concern.

Looking back at the porn, he now pulled out slightly, and pushed in a bit more. Then, leaning over me, he propped himself up on his forearms which now rested to either side of me. I thrilled to have him this close to me, even with his eyes unwaveringly trained on the screen. I felt a freedom to inspect him closely — his broad chest looming just inches from me, his musky scent of shaving cream and sweat, his hot breath as he, unghhh, pushed ever deeper inside of me.

"Fuuuck!" he exclaimed as I my tight little asshole expand to fit him. I looked up at his face and saw that he was looking at me again, now with an amazed expression on his face.

I felt an internal suction as though my ass were pulling him deeper inside of its own accord.

"Oh, wow," he said, and then he moaned again as he sank himself an inch or so deeper, "Are you sure this is your first time?" he asked.

"Very sure," I responded, looking at his gorgeous face only inches away. "I definitely would have remembered something like this!"

"It's so tight, but you really seem like you can take it," he said, incredulous. "It feels like your ass really wants it."

"Yeah," I said, "It feels that way to me too — I guess it has a mind of its own."

"OK, bud," he said, and I wasn't sure if it was to me or to my horny asshole, "If you want it, you're gonna get it," he said, and I grinned as he really began to fuck me.

I watched in the mirror, staring at his brawny asscheeks as they rose and fell, plunging into me with incredible force.

He seemed instinctively to know where my G-spot was and every thrust felt like it drove directly into the orgasmic center of my being.

Deliriously, I looked up at his face. His eyes were scrunched closed making him look possessed.

"You can...touch me if you want," he managed to say, and I didn't hesitate — it's all I'd wanted to do — grabbing onto his sweaty hips and holding them tightly as he ground deliciously into me. Growing a bit more adventurous, I moved my hands to grip the thick orbs of his ass cheeks, eliciting a small groan.