Wood Worker

He was saying, “You should be careful how you go with the wardrobe for a day or two. Until the wood glue dries.”

That made me smile. He was obviously over-compensating for being nervous, trying to prove that he wasn’t freaked out by the idea of being around a gay guy who’d come onto him.

I called out to him, “I thought you weren’t a fan of glue…”

He replied, “Well I’m not. But it helps make the joints solid.”

No sound of pissing. A few seconds of silence.

Then he called out, “Actually, you know that stuff you were saying…?”

“What stuff?”

“You know… about enjoying giving a guy a blow job and stuff…”

I walked to the bedroom door, unsure as to where this was leading. “Yeah.”

“Were you being serious?”

Still no sound of pissing. Just silence and him calling out over it. I said, “Yeah. I love sucking dicks… I think most gay guys do…”

More silence. He himself wasn’t sure where he was going with this.

After a few seconds he called out. “Would you think it was weird if I told you that the idea really turns me on…”

His voice was a little shaky. He was venturing into unknown waters here. I had to be careful with him.

I said, “No. Like you said, most straight guys would jump at the chance…”

“Yeah… that’s right… well I guess I’m one of them…” He chuckled nervously.

I walked to the bathroom door.

He was standing at the toilet with his cock out. This time it was enormous. He just held it out, pointing it at the toilet cistern, not much thicker than it had been earlier but lengthened and stiffened to seven or eight inches. His foreskin had completely retracted, exposing his red-coloured head, shiny and bulbous like a ruby.

He didn’t masturbate himself: he just stood there, his cock poking out from his fly, staring at my face.

I smiled and said, “Would you think it was weird if I told you I really want to suck your cock, Adam?”

He grinned and I approached him. He turned to face me and I gently put my fingers around his cock. He was breathing quickly.

I said, “Are you sure you’re ready for this…?”

His face became serious, his eyes staring intently into mine as if searching them for advice on what he should do. “I dunno… I wanted to try it for ages… but… I dunno…”

I smiled gently. “You can come around another time, when you feel more ready. It doesn’t have to be now.”

He kept staring at me and then shook his head. His eyes became resolute and he smiled again.

He said, “No, mate. It has to be now. If I go, I’ll lose my nerve. I’ll feel bad for going this far. It has to be now …”

I squeezed the thick stem of his cock firmly, feeling my own stiffen inside my jeans at the prospect of getting this monster into my mouth. He gasped and his cock pulsated in my hand, warm and hard as it lengthened even further.

I moved closer to him, smelling the masculine scent from his shirt, now mingling with the sharp sexual musk of his erection.

I unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his smooth well-defined chest with a small patch of short brown hair nestling in the ridge between his pecs.

Then I undid his belt and fly, pushing his jeans down a little and releasing his large balls from the front of his white briefs.

His cock looked even bigger now that it was exposed fully. It was probably the biggest I’ve seen on a white guy: maybe nine inches long at full size and so thick that my fingers only just touched my thumb when I held it in my palm. Despite its size it was beautifully proportioned: the dark red head and his tight round ball sac were correspondingly large and perfectly in keeping with the length and thickness of his stem. It was like most guys cocks would look if they’d been magnified fifty percent; it put my own seven inches completely to shame.

I moved my face close to his chest, inhaling the rich scent of his skin. I kissed at the little patch of hair between his pecs and then moved my lips over to his left nipple. I kissed it and played with it with my tongue, tasting the saltiness of his sweat and feeling how firm and smooth his skin was against my lips.

He pulled back a little but I kept going, carried away by how beautiful his chest was. I moved across to his armpit, pushing his shirt open, and nuzzled into the curly black hair at the top of his hard biceps. The air under there was moist and hot, thick with his sweat and testosterone. I inhaled it and licked it, tasting the smell of his body.

He didn’t seem to like it: he pushed me back from him.

I looked up at his face, fearing that he’d changed mind, but he said, “Just suck my cock, mate…”

I was breathing heavily, totally turned on by the smell and taste of his body, and I panted, “Don’t you wanna… you know… do this properly… get undressed… get into bed…?”

His response was quick and decisive. “No. I just want you to suck me. I don’t want anything else.”

I looked into his eyes, locked firmly onto mine. His expression was adamant; his eyes unyielding. I had either to suck his cock or to do nothing. There were no other alternatives.

I felt disappointed but I knew I couldn’t argue with him. He’d pull his trousers up and go.

I’d really hoped to get him into bed, to caress his body, to kiss parts of him his girlfriends wouldn’t touch and to massage him in ways he wouldn’t have experienced.

But the idea of doing anything beyond getting his dick out and having it sucked was too much for him. My suggestion of doing things ‘properly’ had been the worst thing to say: he definitely didn’t want to have proper gay sex.

I moved down to his cock, getting on my knees in front of him. His cock had softened and was drooping down a little: still enormous but hanging downward in the air, pointing towards my chest. He really hadn’t enjoyed me kissing his chest; I had gone way too far for him.

I nuzzled my face into his brown pubic hair, smelling the sharp sexy odour of his cock sweat. I kissed it and tasted it, feeling his cock brushing against my cheek and his large balls against my chin, but again he pulled back.

He repeated, “Please… just suck my cock…”

I looked up at him. His face was, like before, adamant. He said, “Just put it in your mouth and suck it, mate… that’s all I want…”

There was to be no tenderness; no preliminaries. Nothing which suggested that this was an act of anything other than passionless sex.

I adjusted my position so that his cock was right in front of me. Then I lifted the heavy drooping stem of it and held the dark red head to my lips. I licked it gently, tasting the thick salty ooze of precum around his slit.

I felt it respond immediately, swelling and hardening in my mouth, and he sighed in appreciation.

“Yeah… that’s it… just suck it…”

I moved my lips over the fat ripe head of his cock a few times, squeezing the stem with my fingers. It continued stiffening, standing upright again, and I had to stretch my neck upwards to keep up with it.

I gently masturbated it, kissing and licking the head of it as I worked his foreskin up and down its length, and he sighed again. I rubbed the tip of my tongue around on the underside of the head, teasing its most sensitive area and felt a gush of precum ooze out from his piss slit as his cock swelled to full size.

He moaned again. “Take it in your mouth, mate… as much as you can…”

I worked my lips down his stem, stretching my jaws as far apart as I could to accommodate his large girth. I managed to get four or five inches of him into my mouth before I felt like I was going to gag and had to withdraw it. Then I did it again and again and began to develop a rhythm.

I reached up and played with his balls, rubbing his lightly haired scrotum with my fingertips and gently toying with his egg-like balls inside it.

He groaned again and started moving his hips back and forth to gently drive his cock in and out of me.

I kept feeling and tasting his precum leaking into my mouth in intermittent surges. It was almost pouring out of him: I’d never known a guy to produce so much. I guess bigger cocks need to make more lube, but it hadn’t been something I’d been expecting. It was thick on my tongue and tasted sharp and salty. It made me salivate and I kept having to swallow.

I moved both hands around to his arse and pushed his briefs down to fully expose his firm round cheeks. He pulled back from me, pulling his cock out of my mouth.

I looked up at him, closing my mouth and licking the dribbles of his precum from around my lips.

He said, “You can play with my bollocks and hold my arse. But don’t go near my arsehole, okay?”

I nodded, again feeling disappointed. “Okay.”

“It would totally freak me out.”

“That’s okay. It’s your cock that I want, anyway. It’s fucking amazing. It has to be the biggest cock I’ve sucked…”

He grinned. “You like it?”

I smiled back. “I love it. It tastes fantastic.”

His grin became broader.

I thought I’d try something. I said, “Do you want to fuck me with it?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

I thought, “Wow!”

I stood up and he looked surprised. I explained, “I’ll get a condom from my bedroom…”

He looked a little confused and then, when he realised what I meant, shook his head quickly. “No… no… I don’t want to do that. Sorry. I thought you meant fuck your face.”

I smiled to allay his obvious shock. “No. I was kind of hoping –“

He interrupted me, shaking his head. “No. Sorry, mate. I can’t do that, there’s no way…”

I laughed, “Well I had to ask. Couldn’t miss the chance of having a cock like yours fucking me…”

His face softened. “You enjoy that? Getting fucked?”

I giggled. “Too right I do!”

I reached out and held his cock again, slowly masturbating it using the wetness of my saliva and his precum.

He said, “Maybe some day… but right now it’d be way too far… I’m surprised I’m even doing this, actually…”

I smiled at him. I loved the way he kept saying ‘actually’.

I got back down on my knees and reached around to his arse and held his cheeks.

He said, “No further, okay…”

I looked up at him. His face was tense again. “You can trust me, Adam. I’m not going to do anything you don’t like…”

He nodded, and the first time his expression changed to become affectionate.

He reached out and put his broad hands on either side of my head, stroking them through my hair. He said, “Go for it…” and guided my face back to his erection.

I started sucking him again, again straining my jaws open to get his cock inside me. This time I managed to relax my throat enough to get six or seven inches of him into me. He kept groaning in encouragement, sighing and gasping in appreciation.