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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 this, this?" I asked? 

	He laughed a little bit, "Yeah, like this, 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. 

	I thrilled to look at him in the mirror, my hands cupping his delectable hindquarters as they pistoned over and over into me. 

	"Maybe," I said, not able to help myself from hazarding a risky little suggestion, "It would feel more real for you if we kiss while we do it," I said.

	"Yeah," he said, now leaning down and kissing me on the mouth, his eyes still closed. His lips were electric, his mouth hungry. I couldn’t believe what passion he had in him. I kissed him back and kept a tight hold of his butt as he continued fucking me with even quicker movements. 

	He was leaning so close now that my own cock was rubbing deliciously back and forth in the narrow central ridge of his abs. I was literally fucking his muscles. That combined with his seemingly incredible precision in finding my prostate with his divining rod made me feel like an orgasm was building inside me, imminently to explode to the surface.

	I couldn’t help now but grab my own cock and start jerking it quickly as he fucked me, lubed by the prodigious precum he had milked out of me with his impressive cocksmanship. His eyes were still closed and he was still pressing his lips against mine, and I knew he must be able to feel the rapid movement of my hand on my cock as I slid it against his shredded belly. 

	My breathing quickened, "I’m gonna come," I whispered, "Make me cum." 

	And then, to my disbelief, he lifted me up off the bed, embraced me in his huge arms and said, "Oh yeah, you want to cum?"

	"Yes, make me cum!" I answered, jerking off as he held me up, impaling me on his impossibly stiff fuck organ. 

	His eyes were open now, and it seemed like he was really enjoying it. Our eyes met and I could tell that the pleasure in my face was feeding his own intensity. 

	"I’m cumming!" I practically shouted, unable to control myself, and began to spew hot cum all over his straining abs. 

	"Me too!" he yelled, as he pushed me back down onto the bed. I continued to shoot off on him as I could feel my inner depths showered in an explosion of thick goo that he drove into me even deeper than before. 

	My own subsiding orgasm felt like it was somehow opening me up for him, and he felt it too — allowing himself to push into me to the hilt, his heavy balls resting against my tailbone. 

	Now he kissed me again, our muscular torsos pressed together, sliding back and forth greased by my own cum. He groaned in that voice I had delighted in so many times before as he gave his last, involuntary thrusts filing me up with his seed. I held onto his glorious backside, pulling him into me until the last paroxysm had subsided. 

	As he grunted with the spasms, he looked down at me and laughed, "Wow, didn’t think this would happen when I woke up this morning!" he said, his sweat dripping down onto me. 

	I could barely respond and just laughed as well, smiling a blissed out grin up at him. 

	He leaned back and eased himself out of me (a move that took a surprisingly looong time), stood up, then lay down on his back beside me. 

	"Fuck, that was good," he said, sort of smacking my thigh in a convivial way - just two buds. 

	I lay there, breathing heavily, unbelieving. 

	Then a chirp sounded from his cellphone on his bedside table. He leaned over and checked it. 

	"Oh wow - Alma’s coming back tonight!" he said, happiness in his voice.

	Quickly, he became a bit flustered, "Fuck, you’ve gotta get out of here!" he said, hustling me out. 

	"OK Chris," I said, in a daze of pleasure. "Sounds good." 

	I found he was pushing me out the door now, into the living room. 

	"Thanks again, man," he said as I left. And our eyes locked. "Really," he said, "It was fun. 

	I nodded, "Uh, no problem," I responded, still completely incredulous. 

	Had that really just happened? 

	Whatever, first thing’s first — I had to clean up before Alma gets home! I grabbed my clothes and brought them into my room so as not to leave any evidence, then lay down in bed. 

	I knew that I had a lot to think about — like was Chris gay? I mean, he sure seemed to enjoy himself. My mind flashed back to his hot mouth on mine as he drove his unreal appendage into me. 

	A sudden thought came into my head that maybe we could do this again tomorrow. And every day. But then I remembered that Alma was coming home and my heart sank. 

	But I could think about that in the morning. For now, I just luxuriated in the profound pleasure that I had just experienced and lay there, going back over each moment of deliciousness, trying to commit it to my memory. 

	I must have drifted off for a little while, but I awoke when I heard Alma enter, the door creaking open followed by their exclamations of enjoyment after having been apart for so long. 

	Only moments later I heard the familiar sounds that Chris and Alma had made before that had turned me on so much before, but now each squeak of the mattress, and enthusiastic exclamation from Alma was like a blade in my heart. 

	I pulled my pillow over my head trying to block them out, realizing that I was now being consumed by a strong feeling of jealousy. There was no way that bitch fucked Chris better than me, and I knew it. I could tell he’d never had an ass quite like mine. 

	What was I thinking? Things had to go back to normal. It was up to me to forget everything that happened. But how could I ever forget? I stared at the ceiling, listening to them fuck, and vowed that I would be back in Chris’s bed again before the week was out. Whatever it took.