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This is a sexually explicit story between two men. If you are offended by such material, please skip this article.
HOME DELIVERY
I had just moved into my new condo overlooking the one of the finest beaches in San Diego. It had always been my dream to leave my dreary, boring life in Peoria, Illinois for something warmer, more visceral, more sexy....like Southern California. My best friend had visited there and had the sex of his life with the most beautiful men imaginable, and, stupid me, I had believed every word he had said, used what I had been saving for the past 6 years, and put a down-payment on a condo in the most lavish district of San Diego.
Bills were starting to worry me. I didn't have a job yet, and I was spending like a madman. I wanted my condo to be everything I had ever dreamed of. I wanted to spare no expense in the construction of my palace. But, Jesus, there are limits, and I was clearly heeding none of them. I had decided to get a washer and dryer installed even though there was an entire coin-op facility downstairs. I had always dreamed of having my own washer and dryer, so this was at the top of my list. However, after a few minutes one evening with a calculator and my ever-growing mound of bills, debts and bank statements, that coin-op was looking not so bad....
....unfortunately, the delivery was going to take place the very next morning, "between 8 and 5". (really destroys an entire day just waiting, doesn't it?) I didn't care; I was going to tell the delivery men that the machines were to be returned. I just couldn't afford it.
Well, the next morning I had hardly the time to gain my composure and organize my thoughts to execute this action. I was rudely awakened at 7: 12 a.m. (yes, I checked my digital clock) with a doorbell that must have ringed about 4 times before I finally felt motivated to answer it. First of all, if this was the delivery man, he was too fucking early! I threw a pair of boxers on my naked body and stumbled to the door.
Prepared to chew out whoever the hell would have the audacity to wake me up at such an hour, I threw open the door and stopped mid-breath when I saw the sexiest man I have ever seen in my entire life. My jaw just dropped. He was a tall (maybe about 6'1") with his beautiful black glossy locks slicked back behind his ears. He had a bit of stubble, and a gorgeous Mediterranean face and bright black eyes. His body was absolutely unbelievable. He was hugely muscular with a chest, back and shoulders that I could see clearly through his dark blue polo shirt. His arms were incredibly thick and they stretched the elastic on the short sleeve arm bands. He was wearing those boring navy blue regulation blue pants, but on him, they even looked sexy. He had really thick legs, and his well-developed quads pressed uncomfortably against the front of his pants. He smiled charmingly, his eyes dancing, and said, "You had a washer dryer comin' in?"
I just stood there and stared. I did not even process what he said until an embarrasing 5 minutes or so had passed. I stammered, "Oh yes. Please come in." It took me a few minutes to realize I was acting against my plan, but there were other greater forces at work here. The beautiful black haired Adonis swaggered in, and I got a chance to see the ass dreams are made of. It was large and muscular, but perfectly proportioned for his massive meaty frame. It was perfectly round and stuck out inviting my gaze. He turned around and said, "Where do ya want to install it? " This time he looked me up and down and smiled. It took me a minute to realize that I was still stark naked except for the pair of boxers I had haphazardly thrown on. I could feel the blood rushing to my ears and face, and I blurted, "Oh...um, let me throw something on."
The olive-skinned god just smiled warmly and said, "Hey, don't worry about it, man."
I just smiled again, and showed him the washer/dryer alcove in the closet down the hall. He looked at it for a minute, getting on his knees and sticking out that ass while he peered around the pipings and nozzles in the closet. The shirt, which was obviously too small for a man so incredibly large, slid up out of his pants and revealed a lower back that was all muscle and had a little trail of dark hair leading down to his ass. I could not take it anymore, and I had to sit down on my couch to avoid showing him my ever-growing erection.
He dollied up the washer and dryer, and grunted sexily as he heaved each into its place. I pretended to read a magazine on my couch while listening to him breathe as he installed the plumbing. I saw his bulging biceps and triceps test the strength of the cotton shirt he was wearing as he used a wrench to tighten bolts. After about 10 minutes,he returned to wear I was sitting, his face red and dripping with sweat, a few strands of his hair flopping in the front, and his shirt hoised up past the belt revealing the elastic band of his underwear. He said, "I'm done. Damn, it's so hot already. Can I have a drink?" I told him, "Sure. What do you want?" and he said, "Got any beer?" I thought that was a bit strange that he would want alcohol this early and while he was on the job, but I was in no position to question anything this man wanted. I gave him the beer, and he set it down on the coffee table, tore off his shirt, threw himself on my couch and guzzled down the beer.
His upper body was absolutely unbelievable. He had enormous pecs, with just a little black hair between the chest muscles. His nipples were rather large and hard, sticking out wet and anxious to cool off. I followed the trail of hair down to a well developed six-pack. He had a sexy belly button too. His shoulders were absolutely enormous, looking like half-canteloupes supplanted above his arms when he reached up and stretched.
He noticed me staring, and I had to say, "Sorry, I was just admiring your body" to break the uncomfortable silence. I couldn't believe I said that, but I figured most straight men don't jump to the conclusion that you are gay if you say something like that; they just take it like a compliment. And he did. He said, "Thanks, man. I just started this new ab routine, and it's just shredding the shit out of my stomach. Come here, feel it."
He had no idea how much I had wanted him to say something like that to me! I casually strolled over to the couch and apprehensively fingered his abs, and said "Yeah, they're nice." He grabbed my hands and rubbed my entire palm all over his abs, so that I could feel every ridge of those powerful meaty muscles. His skin was taut and smooth and a thin layer of sweat lubricated my swirling hands.
He rubbed my hand all over his abs, and then slowly stopped. He stared at me serenely and forced my hand all over his gargantuan chest. This was clearly a two-hand job, and I used each hand to grab and caress each pec. He grabbed my wrists and continued to stare at me. I knew where this was going, and I can not tell you how excited this made me. I felt like I was floating on a cloud; this had to be a dream sequence, and the only thing that prevented me from just passing out was the belief that something so amazing could not really be happening.
But it was. This unbelievably gorgeous sexy man grabbed my shoulders and powerfully forced me down to sit on his crotch. My ass quivered and I drew a deep breath in and closed eyes. I could feel that I was sitting on a huge mound of flesh and I was getting so excited that I was starting to feel dizzy. I opened my eyes and let my hands carress his amazingly soft hair and strong, masculine jaw. He closed his eyes and moaned, and I felt the vibrations through my hands. I just dropped and lay down on his muscular torso, attempting to throw my hands around his enormous back. I couldn't make it all the way around, but that didn't matter. This man was fucking enormous and I loved it.
He reached up and pushed down on my shoulders, so that I slid down his slick chest down to his crotch. I instinctively unbuckeled his pants and pulled down the zipper. I was immediately overcome with this strong aroma that was combination sweat, soap and what could not be more accurately described as the essence of a MAN. It filled my nostrils and make my cock jump. I reached behind him and pulled down his pants, running my hands around those two hard globes I had been admiring earlier. His ass was rock hard and sweaty and slippery smooth. At the very bottom of his ass was a little bit of soft hair that felt incredibly good .
I lifted up my head and stared at the huge basket that greeted me. In a sweat-stained underwear waited a crotch so damn big that it was squeezing out the sides of the front of the underwear. His underwear looked like those tiny bikinis that women with huge breasts wear, their tits so big that the bikini patch just barely covers the nipple. I could see his big testicles richly covered by black curly hair, lazily sagging outside the confines of the cotton. What really caught my attention was this absolutely huge column of meat resting in between, so big that I could see every bit of it underneath the stretch of fabric. My eyes widened and I gasped, and he just chuckled. He knew his shit was enormous, and this was clearly not the first time he had gotten that kind of reaction.
I leaned down and dove at that anaconda with my mouth. It felt like I was trying to catch a huge rump roast with my mouth. I sucked the fabric and tasted the incredibly salty, delightfully pungent sweat. I quickly ripped off the underwear and was stunned by an organ with a size I only seen before on barnyard animals. It was not even erect yet, and it had to be at least 9 inches long. I grabbed it and my hand did not even have a hope of getting around it. I wagged it around, it flopping around slowly under its own weight. I reached down again and could not help myself from licking its topside. It too was sourly salty, and getting firmer with each heavy stroke of my tongue. After about 20 slow strokes, I opened my eyes to a penis that had to be at least a foot long. I stammered, "How big is this fucking dick?!" He laughed again, his bellows running the full course of his body. He said, "About 13 inches last time I checked." I don't think I could have imagined a more wonderful penis. It was a darker shade of olive, with dark red and blue veins running along it, with a huge head and a slit that was beginning to pour out clear precome.
I plunged down on it, and was taken aback my the fact that I had to stretch my mouth as wide as I could to fit that head in. His dick filled my mouth and seemed to expand inside filling every possibly nook and cranny. And he still had another 8 or 9 inches left. I felt the head of his dick beating the back of my throat, and I felt myself gag temporarily. But I wanted that cock in me so badly that in just a few minutes, my throat opened up and I felt that fat sausage slide down my throat. I looked down at that bush of curly black hair at the base of his dick and saw it as my goal. My nose itched to meet it. I got so excited as I got closer and closer to the base of his cock. My mouth was stretched to its limits and my throat was being expanded as this gorgeous man's huge cock crept down to my stomach. I finally felt my nose bury into the sweet-smelling, warm moist pubic hair at the base, and I was filled with man-meat from my lips to the bottom of my throat.
He started to stroke back and forth, my throat being rubbed nicely. It felt so good to have that meat slipping past my lips into my mouth and down my belly. I could see some of my saliva at his base, wetting some of his hair. I could have done this all day. I didn't even realize how I was breathing with my entire throat filled with cock, but I didn't even care. After what seemed like an eternity of this, he finally started moaning a little louder and his pitch went higher. He pulled back his hips and I drew upward, seeing the base of his cock move farther and farther away. His cock started throbbing uncontrollably, and I took my cue and sucked the head of his cock like I was trying to suck it off. He finally held his breath and I felt splashes of warm, soft slimy come dump into the back of my throat. My tonsils were hit first, and I felt the come slither down my throat. My whole tongue was covered, and soon my entire mouth was immersed. I couldn't believe how much there was. My lips just couldn't hold all of it in, and some spurted out of my mouth and down the length of his penis. What I could hold in took about four swallows to really get down, and the rest I lapped up from a pool above his dick.
My face slathered in semen, I smiled at him and he smiled back and growled like a tiger. I braced myself against his legs and was about to get up, but he grabbed me at the elbows and said, "Oh, baby, we're not even through yet."
He used his powerful arms to hoist me above his head, and he positioned my ass right over his mouth. I felt his bristly chin tickle my balls as he rubbed his wet tongue over the crack of my ass. Unlike the rest of his body, which was hard as rock, his tongue was delicately soft, yet firm and strong. He explored every little fold and crease of my cherry asshole. It felt so good, I was shivering down my back. His powerful tongue pried open my ass like a thief's dextrous fingers and probed a little deeper. His tongue pushed in a little farther and focused somewhere in me that sent electric shocks throughout my body. My asshole clenched involuntarily around his tongue like a vise, but it kept working that part of my inner ass. Slowly I relaxed and this incredibly warm wave swept through me. I felt as though I were lying in the sun on a bright spring day taking a nap. So comfortable, yet so exhilarating. His powerful big hands kneaded my cheeks like two mounds of dough.
Then he suddenly stopped and lowered me downward until my ass rested on the tip of his dick. To tell you the truth, I was both excited and terrified by what was about to happen. I had only been fucked a few times, and I really enjoyed it, but never NEVER with something nearly this big. He gave me an assuring smile and spat on the end of his dick, rubbing it around like someone shining an apple. My ass was so loose after that tongue fuck, I felt I could take in anything. I took in a deep breath, and forced myself down on his dick. My ass tightened up and would not budge. I tried and tried to push down, but my rectum had closed up and wasn't going to open. He noticed, and leaned over to kiss me. Then he turned my head to the side, and licked my ear, blowing hot warm moist air into my canal. As he moaned, the vibrations sent me shivering down to my spine and I felt so warm and protected. Then I felt my ass open up and I felt myself sliding down. I can not explain in words how this felt. All I can tell you is that I just started moaning so loud that later, I thought, my neighbors must have heard me. I couldn't control it; it came from deep within me, from a part of me that had been itching to be released since the day I knew what sex was.
My asshole, like my mouth before, was stretched beyond its capacity. My asshole was screaming with pain, but at the same time, it felt like the most incredible thing I had ever experienced. All my muscles went limp, and if it were not for him holding me up, I would probably have fallen over and melted. I felt so full, so complete; his amazingly thick cock was filling every part of me that had desired to be filled. I don't think any time in my life could match what I was feeling now.
He started pumping his dick into me, and each stroke relived that first hot flash I felt when he licked my asshole. I was climbing a good foot up and sliding back down, each time groaning uncontrollably. Soon, he was slamming his dick in me so hard that my ass was making this clapping sound (which I'm sure the neighbors must have heard, too). His balls were swinging up on each stroke and slapping me near the top of my crack. My dick was burning and felt like it was swelling so much that it was going to explode like a stick of dynamite. I was oozing precome all over his chest as he fucked the living shit out of me.
Then he pulled his dick out of me slowly and as the head came out with a plop, my asshole twitched and I winced. He got up and pushed me down so that I was kneeling on the couch. He fingered my hole one more time, and I heard him spit. Then he leaned on top of me and I felt that glorious cock once again enter me. As he pumped me again and again, I felt the ridges of his veins rub my asshole and massage my insides. He was grabbing me at the waist and thrusting my entire body back and forth onto his penis. I felt like I could barely breathe. With each pump, I felt myself getting a little warmer. It wasn't long before I was heated up like lava, my entire body sweaty. Sweat dripped down from my forehead, and I felt rivulets of passion pouring down the ridge of my back. I was so hot that I began to feel dizzy, and everything in the room took on a reddish haze. I felt the heat leave my face and drain down to my dick, which just couldn't take it anymore. I felt my knees buckle, my ass tighten up as much as it could around his huge sausage, and I came all over the couch. With each stroke of his powerful fuck, a spurt of come came bursting out of my penis, and my asshole twitched around his cock. My ass muscles were trying to push out his cock, but they couldn't, and what resulted was pure magic. My head was swimming and I felt detached from my body. I came for over a minute, absolutely incredulous that an orgasm could last nearly that long. And with absolutely no contact! I didn't even touch my penis; his was stroking mine from the inside.
Soon after I had regained consciousness, I heard him moaning louder and higher, recognizing his call from our earlier oral encounter. His cock swelled even more, to the point that I felt like my ass was going to rip open, and I heard him let out a huge groan as I heard come splash down my legs, pouring out like rivers and quenching the fire within me that had been burning white hot. After what seemed like minutes of him coming, I turned around to see his entire pelvic region and legs dripping with his own love juice. Everything from my ass downwards was likewise drenched. He dragged his gargantuan cock out of my ass with that familiar plop, and my ass twitched for the last time, with a few aftershocks minutes after.
I faced him and smiled. He smiled back and started laughing. I started laughing too. I turned back around and saw come all over my sofa, and there was a huge pool of it at our feet, its silvery gray color occluding the delicate pattern of my Persian rug. He pulled my by the neck forward and kissed me on the forehead, and told me he had to go. I just stood there dumbfounded by what had just happened, and said, "Oh, yeah....sure, whatever....uh, thanks for everything." He smiled, threw on his clothes and was out the door before I even knew what had happened.
I plopped down on the couch, oblivious to the fact that I was soaking the fabric with the come that was still all over my ass. I marveled at what had just happened, and a big smile grew on my face. My first week in San Diego, and I just had the sex of my life! Who knew what else was in store for me in this sun-blessed coastal city? Sitting here in cold slimy come wouldn't give me the answers, so I gingerly pranced over to the shower to clean myself for my next encounter.
The End