"This is a story about my desire for a dear old friend of mine. this story is FICTION" and does not reflect his sexual preference.. (one can only wish)..
Hungry for Vince
I had just returned to my old home town. Being gone for a few years of touring Europe after college. My career in the travel industry had given me the opportunity to do so, to see many places and many cultures. But now I wanted back home. So in returning I continued my career and was able to get a modest home in a fairly nice neighborhood near some old and dear friends.
It had been almost 20 years since I had seen Vince. He is a good friends nephew. Someone I had kept in touch with as much as I could throughout the years. My friend had known that I was gay for many years. She had sent me pictures of her family and had kept me updated on what she and they had been doing for years. I in turn had done the same. So her family also had known I was Gay through the letters and pictures of past lovers through the years. When I had last seen Vince he was only about 10 years old. And he was a runt. Through pictures I had seen him grow up. But I hadn't seen a picture of him in a few years. So I was not prepared for the `Hunk' of man that I standing in front of me when we met again. He was 27 now, an adult now, 6'1" but big, about 215 pounds of solid man. With meaty arms, the forearms lightly covered in soft light brown fur. And strong looking legs that I could see from the shorts that he was wearing. I had forgotten he had blue eyes, But they were beautiful, soft and kind looking. We greeted and hugged. I could feel his muscles underneath the clothes he wore. When he pulled away I had stolen quick glances at his body. The clothes could barely contain his bulk. I could see he was also hairy from the fur peeping out from the top of his open shirt. I couldn't tell if he had a package due to the baggy shorts though, although those shorts could not hide the big bubble butt packing the rear of them.
"Damn he's hot." Was what I thought to myself.
He was much younger than myself though. I being 10 years his senior. 6ft. tall, slim, only about 160 pounds. I met his girlfriend Myra, who I thought was very nice, though his mother didn't care for her very much. She is a short little thing standing next to him, about 5'2". I imagined her lying next to him in bed, Vince wrapping those big arms around her. We talked about old times. How crazy we were. Always getting into trouble, his aunt, him, my sister and me. They were fun times. I found myself trying many times to check out his crotch. But the damn shorts gave no indication, yet when he sat down they would ride up his thighs, which I could get a better look at his legs. Thick and covered in that soft brown fur. I started to see myself crawling in between those thighs licking them, my tongue washing the soft fur with saliva. My cock began to twitch in my pants.
Weeks past. I had continued to work.
"Gotta pay for this new house." I would say to myself.
I went over to his parents house once in a while to talk to his mom Pat and see how she was doin'. Vince had moved back with his parents about a year ago when his roommate got married. So I would see him there if I past by after a days work. They only lived a few blocks away. It was actually Pat who convinced me to move there. Anyways, Vince would be sitting on the couch at nights watching the big screen T.V. looking for sports or something `cool' to watch, typical straight man, sports and beer. Don't get me wrong I love sports very much myself. Not your typical gay man. But that's all this man watched. Whenever I would see him he would always great with a "hey" but that's all. We began to talk about sports and other things that we had in common and I found myself enjoying his company. The following weekend I came by to say hi to Pat and Vince. There he was staring at the T.V. again watching baseball.
"Hey". He said.
He was sitting in the chair wearing Camouflage shorts. They went down to his knees so it covered his hot legs. I noticed the game was one I had wanted to see. Not a local team yet I mostly wanted to see a pitcher from one of the teams. I sat down on the couch near Vince to watch. My pitcher was pitching.
"That's the one". I thought to myself.
Vince got up and asked if I wanted a beer.
"Sure, Thanks". I said.
He got up and walked toward the kitchen. While he walked away I had to check out his ass again. It looked so big as he walked away. When he came back. He handed me the beer and went to sit down back in the chair. When he sat down I caught a glimpse of a slight bulge on the left side. It looked like the head of his dick, but I really couldn't be sure. I decided then to come over more often. So we could talk about sports and stuff.
A few weeks later I went over on Saturday because there was a race I was interested in seeing. Hey Big screen! When I got there Vince answered the door. He was wearing a pair of sweat shorts that were a bit skimpier than he had worn in the past, showing his gorgeous thighs, and a t-shirt that clung to his big frame. I on the other hand had a pair of dockers' on. I followed him to the family room where the T.V. was. Watching his big yummy ass strut in front of me. As we passed the kitchen he asked if I wanted a beer. He had a case he wanted to go through.
"But of course, my friend." I said. I sat down on the couch. As he came by he handed me the beer and went to sit down. The mounds of his ass were making me drool.
"Hey, where's your mom and dad?" I asked.
"Oh, they will be gone most of the day. My dad had to go to the office and work, and my mom is over at her friend's house. Bingo or something."
As he sat it looked like his dick was poking forward in the front of his shorts. But since the motion was too quick I wasn't sure. He looked at me quizzically.
"What?" He asked.
" Oh nothing." I said to him.
`Shit' I thought had he caught me staring at him. I started to say something about the race to move it along. He just smiled and turned toward the T.V. like usual. We kept commenting back and forth about things, sports, cars and whatever for the next few hours. With every chance I got I would look at his body. Stealing looks at his arms, his legs which were big and furry. The hem of the shorts riding up high enough so that I could see most of his thighs almost all the way up to the crotch, And the crotch which at one point he shifted in his seat and I could see the outline of his balls. They looked pretty big, at least from my vantage. He looked at me at one moment and I quickly turned toward the T.V.
"Want another beer." He said.
"Its okay, I'll get it, how `bout you?" I answered.
"Yeah, that'd be great."
I got back to the room gave it to him and sat back down. I was silent for a while just staring at the T.V.. It seemed like we had been there all bloody day. But it's only been a few hours. But I stayed watching the T.V. vowing not to look at him again. A little while later I had started to get sleepy from sitting there for so long. I was about to tell him that I was gonna go. When I turned to tell him, I looked to see that he was asleep.
"Vince, hey Vince. Dude I gotta go man."
No answer. I figured I would write him a note to let him know that I had left. As I was getting up I glanced over at his crotch.
"Holy Shit!" I thought to myself.
Apparently while falling asleep his body moved down in his seat, which caused his package to thrust outward. I stared in awe at the sight before me. His legs were spread fully apart. The left one extended downward and straight while the right was leaning up against the arm of the chair. The shorts had ridden up so tight to his crotch. It was HUGE!. I could clearly see the outline of his big balls as they filled the lower part of his shorts, just inches from the cushion below. I had to get a better look. So I moved across the couch I had been sitting in to the other side, which was next to his chair. But in my rush my hand hit his knee, stopping in my tracks to wait for him to wake. But he didn't move. Could he be out because of the near case of beer we had drunk. He drank most of it though.
"Oh man" I thought.
"Just a close look to see. He's so damn fuckin' hot. I gotta try."
So I moved in closer yet. My left hand supported by the corner table next to me. I was now about a foot away from his crotch. His shorts were fully packed with his equipment. I could now see lying next to his big balls and along his left thigh was a thick tube and at the end a big round mass that was the head of his dick. Because the shorts were pulled up so tight it was all there to see. My dick was now raging in my pants. I had to touch it, I thought. It's so close not to want to. So I became bolder stretching out my right hand and reaching for the massive bulge, licking my lips as I inched closer. My hand was just above his balls and I could feel the heat emanating from his groin. I took a deep breath as I closed the gap and touch the pouch of his crotch. I felt electricity run through me, a shiver so strong that my hand twitched and hit his cock head. I pulled away quickly and sat back hoping that I hadn't woken him. Nothing. He didn't move. I was so quiet. I could hear him breathing peacefully and my heart beating in my chest as it pounded furiously. Still needing to feel that big cock, I needed to be closer. I wanted to smell his scent. So I crouched down between his thighs so that I was inches from the mass of flesh I desired. Again I touched the pouch of his crotch. The heat from down there was incredible. I felt as though it may burn a hole in my aching hand. I gently caressed the large nut sack through the material of his shorts. I began to rub them slowly, being careful not to apply too much pressure as to not only awake him, but to injure those cum filled jewels. I moved my hand to the right gently stoking the tube steak on his left thigh. It felt so full in my hand. I felt immense pressure in my own pants at the moment. But my cock could wait. The one in front of me was far more important.
I now rubbed and groped his dick a little harder now. It suddenly twitched under my hand. I drew a breath as I pulled my hand away and looked up to his face. Still out. I looked back down and noticed that his cock was beginning to grow, creeping down his left thigh. I reached down to grab my on erection in my pants. I was so afraid that I might explode right there. So I pulled my hand away from my own basket. I returned to rubbing the dick in front of me. It twitched again. The head was beginning to swell, getting fatter and fatter under his shorts. It kept stretching farther down his left, moving closer to the hem of the shorts, beginning to open a gap down between his meaty thigh and the shorts. I pulled my head down closer to get a better look. My face was right next to his leg now. I could felt the heat from his thigh on my face. I pressed my lips to his leg, smelled his furry thigh, the hairs tickling my nose. I turned my head toward his crotch, pressing my cheek on his leg. I relished in the warmth as it filled my cheek. Meanwhile I was still stroking his member through the shorts. I could see the fat cock head peering out through the bottom of his shorts. It was massive. I reached for the hem, slowly pulling it up to expose the head. The piss slit was beginning to open. At the tip of his fat head leaked a drop of precum. I could smell it.
`I must try some' I thought, my hormones in overdrive at this moment. My tongue slipped out of my mouth and pressed against the tip of his cock. His body shuddered from my action. His hips thrust outward. I nearly jumped out of my skin. I just froze in that spot.
`If he woke up now he would kill me.' I thought.
He shifted slightly, turning his head in my direction. He instinctively grabbed at his crotch rubbing hard and pulling on it. I tried to crawl back into my seat on the couch, trying desperately to catch my breath. I thought my heart would stop completely. But I had tasted him. The precum was thick and salty. But the taste had my cock raging in my pants. If it wasn't for the shock of him possibly getting up I might have blown my pants right off. He continued to rub at his crotch for a few more seconds. Then stopped. His hand relaxed on his left thigh covering the head of his big cock. I just stared at him, eyeing his beauty for several minutes. I thought to myself.
" I really should leave now before I get myself into trouble."
As I was getting up his hand slipped down off his thigh and fell next to him. I looked at his full basket again, and became entranced once more.
"Vince" I tried to call out again.
Nothing. I just sat there and stared for a few more moments. " God damn it." I said softly.
"I have to suck on his cock, if it's the last thing I do."
When I thought he was out again I returned to my spot between his massive legs. His hard on was beginning to subside by now. It had retreated back under the shorts. Being only half as big as before.
It seemed to me that when he was hard it was a good 8 inches. But I wasn't sure. (He is actually much bigger) I lowered my head down to his thigh again. I began to kiss the furry trunk lightly. Then I let my tongue lick it. I could taste his sweat. I was becoming delirious with lust. I moved up right into his lumpy ball sack. Buried my face in it. The smell was so intoxicating. And the fullness and heat that continued to emanate from down there was too much. I opened my mouth and tried to inhale his balls right through his shorts. I almost didn't care anymore what was to happen. I moved up to the thick sausage on his thigh pressed my opened mouth along the shaft and began to jerk him through his shorts with my mouth. I was about to reach for the waistband of his shorts to claim my prize when I heard a car pull up.
"FUCK!" someone was returning home. I got up from my position between his legs and sat back down in my original position on the big couch, pretending to be asleep.
6 or 7 minutes later I heard his father Rick coming in from the garage.
" Hello." He shouted. "Is anyone home? Vince?"
He was shuffling around in the garage for a few more moments then came into the family room.
"Vince, is your mom home yet?" He said as he walked in.
He looked around to see Vince and myself asleep in our respective seats. He moved over to his son to try and wake him. At that moment I thought to myself. Vince definitely gets his looks from his mom's side of the family, except maybe the Jewish nose. Which he got from his dad, but it looked good on the son. Not the father. I have known his father for years and he has always been ugly to me. And I know his father didn't have much cock either. Cause some years ago I being the gay man that I am still look at crotches. Even on ugly guys. And he never had much. Besides Pat once told me that Rick had a very small dick. Anyways he tried to wake up his son by calling his name and even shaking him too. Then I heard him say softly.
"Like a rock as always."
So Vince did sleep like a rock. Damn I really could have gotten further if I had tried. `Fuck me'.
I thought to myself. My only chance and I blew it.
"Hey Orly, wake up." Rick called out to me.
"Shit him too." He said.
Then he saw the 3 beer bottles in front of me. And realized that's why we were out. Then he walked out of the room and headed toward his own bedroom. Ten minutes later Pat came home. Walked in to see us asleep. Walked over to me and shook me lightly.
"Hey you wake up." She said
"Huh. Wuh?" I responded.
Looking up at her with false sleepy eyes.
I looked around.
"How long was I out?" I asked
"I don't know , I just got here myself".
"Hey Rick, are you here" She yelled across the room. He showed up at the door.
" How long have the 2 been out?"
"I don't know" He responded. "I've been here for 20 minutes and I couldn't get them to wake up"
She moved over to Vince and shook him hard. Because she knew it would be harder to get him up.
"What time is it I asked?"
"Oh about 6:30" She responded.
"Oh crap, I shouted, I've gotta go. I was supposed to call a friend of mine in Florida."
"Hey I'll see you guys later. Okay. Oh and thank Vince for the beer for me."
"Okay, Bye" She said. And I left.
She continued to shake Vince as I was leaving. I thought to myself `Like a stone'.
When I got home I ran into my room to released the pent up tension in my balls. I shed all of my clothes and threw myself on the bed. Stroking my raging hard on. Thinking of what I just experienced over at Pat's place with her son. And what I could have gotten away with if I knew it was so hard to wake that boy up, my 7 inch cock straining in my grip. I pictured Vince sitting on the same chair stroking his big fat cock at me. I continued to pump my rod faster. I pictured sucking on that big fat head of dick, trying to swallow the girth of it down my throat. Slurping sounds filled my head. As deeper and deeper in my throat he went. Then Vince grabs my head in his big hands and cramming the full length of dick down my gullet.
"Bitch, take that cock down your throat. Suck me good with that mouth of yours." He'd yelled.
Vince fucking my face, his thick cock disappearing down my mouth. Faster and faster he went. Then I would grab at Vince's balls, tugging on them, trying to milk them. Vince then yells.
"Take my load!" Squirting his seed down my throat. I could see cum dribbling out the sides of my mouth. That was all for me. I shoved 2 fingers up my ass, no lube. I winched from the sharp pain of my actions. But it caused me to explode.
"AAAAAGGHH!!" I screamed as my cock shot 4 volleys into the air. i was now hungry for Vince...
Orlirz...2005
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