CJ's Cock

In the small town where I lived, I befriended a neighbour who had the most gorgeous, only son who lived with her. His name was Brody, and he was a total thug. His entertainment was to visit a local bar/club on Saturdays and look for a fight. Being six-foot-two-inches-tall, he was a formidable foe. In the year, I knew him he did come off second best on one or two occasions, and Mary, his mother, had to take him to the hospital after one of his episodes with a cracked skull.

Brody was a cock tease, and knowing I was gay, loved in fucking with my head. Regrettably, my mind was the only thing he fucked. Brody loved sending me up, always hugging me and groping my arse when we were at my home, and even kissing me open-mouthed with the odd bit of tongue. Naturally, I would ‘vehemently’ protest, which delighted him as he flung me onto the sofa, scolding me as he revelled in his dominance.

I met many of his girlfriends over the period, and he often asked if he could use my spare room to fuck them. Apart from the female groans as he did so, one or two of them confided in me when he fell asleep after a session with them, that he was not a sensitive lover, and relationships were non-existent.

I knew Brody had a big cock, because he would often pull it out in front of me to have a man piss in the garden. His uncut wonder always excited the hell out of me and I spent sleepless nights dreaming about sucking his dick. Although I often considered paying him for those services because he was always on the bones of his arse, knowing his mother, whom I adored, prevented me from exploring that avenue.   

Although he consumed a lot of my booze and smoked many of my cigarettes, I did not mind. The frequent knob watching and occasional kisses and gropes were worth the expense.

I met CJ, his cousin, a while later. CJ was lanky and had a gorgeous smiley face. He was boyish and incessantly giggled. Initially, CJ did not appeal to me as much as Brody, but good-looking genes ran in this family. As we sat drinking and smoking, CJ left to use the toilet.

“Holden, you won’t believe how big CJ’s cock is. Next to him, I feel like a small boy,” Brody confided,

Intrigued, I smiled with lust permeating my body. 

“All the men in our family, are hung like donkeys, but CJ and his dad are hung like stallions,” Brody concluded with a laugh.

I responded once more with a shitfaced grin.

When CJ returned, Brody, who was already pissed, said, “CJ, show this homo how big your cock is.”

CJ looked flustered and blushed.

In support, I uttered, “Relax, CJ, your cousin is pissed.”

Brody now insisted on a joint, to which CJ seemed amenable. I always had pre-rolled spiff, and soon it was doing the rounds.

Brody soon gripped hold of my head and gave me a sustained kiss. As our mouths parted, Brody sniggered and told CJ, “This bum-boy loves me kissing him, don’t you?” Brody concluded before he once more snogged my face for double effect. I could not help noticing how intrigued CJ was laughing in collusion.

“I know he wants to suck my cock, but I won’t let him,” Brody announced to CJ with a faux spiteful tone in his voice. “Faggots must know their place,” he concluded as he groped my crotch hard.  

As I yelped, he sat back and sucked in a few more draws before saying, “Why is my glass empty, you fuckin’ queer?”

Mocking obedience, I got up and poured him a stiff drink.

Brody slugged it back instantly before extending his glass for another refill in his inimitable fashion.

By now, Brody was becoming drowsy, not long before his head rested on the back of the sofa, and he began snoring. 

“Looks like he is fucked,” I said with a chuckle.

“Yeah, like always,” CJ snickered in agreement.

“Are also a thug like him?” I inquired.

“Well… I have my moments. I have often been Brody’s wingman,” CJ answered, holding up his scarred knuckles.

As I looked at them, I became excited. “Whew, so you are also a fighter?” I rhetorically asked.

“Yeah, it runs in the family,” CJ answered with an embarrassed smile before continuing, “Do you like it when he kisses you?”

“Yeah, I know it’ll never go any further, but it turns me on,” I proffered shyly.

“Mmmm, he is a disgusting cock tease and voyeur,” CJ added.

“Really?” I disbelievingly asked.

“Sure, Brody loves watching, and I have often fucked girls while he watches. Brody generally prefers wanking; he always has and is not the stud he pretends to be,” he concluded.

I sat in stunned silence at the revelation.

“What about you?” I quietly asked.

“Shit, buddy, for me, anything goes,” CJ announced with an enticing smile.

“So, are you bisexual?” I hesitantly asked.

“Sure, unless ‘anything’ has a different meaning to you,” CJ chuckled.  

I was so horny by now that I blatantly asked, “Would you like to see my room?”   

“Sure, lead the way,” CJ answered.   

As we got there, he embraced me a started kissing me. CJ’s kissing was more enjoyable than Brody’s because it was more sustained as I melted into his powerful arms. The other thrill for me is that he had the same masculine odour as Brody. I had found the perfect substitute for all my former frustrations, and his ardency was a bonus. I let him take command, obediently following his lead. It felt strange letting a far younger man control me, but I did not mind. CJ’s former shyness got obliterated, and a far more forceful character magically emerged. Unmistakingly, he was an alpha, and I happily succumbed to his machinations.    

Shortly, my comfy room chair got moved between the cupboard and the bed. Once stripped down to our underwear, my torso was soon hanging off the backrest. As CJ moved before my head, he teasingly commenced rubbing the front of his scants suggestively.

“Do you want to see this cock?” he salaciously uttered.

“Yes,” I lustfully begged.

“Don’t be greedy… First, sniff my underpants,” CJ commanded.

As I inhaled the smell of the hefty protuberance, a pissy smell filled my nostrils.

“Yeah… Now nibble on it,” CJ ordered.

With my mouth fully stretched, I ran my teeth up and down the fabric.

‘Christ, this thing is fuckin’ huge,’ I thought to myself.

CJ was enjoying my anticipation and spit. He was in no hurry and let me copiously salivate.

“Yeah, bitch, keep drooling,” he commanded as I hung over the chair. 

CJ had an XXXL version of Brody’s XL cock. It was spectacular!

“Stick your tongue out,” he demanded before I got a face whipping by his gargantuan uncut dick.

Next, CJ pulled his foreskin back and started smearing his moist glans all over my face. The heady smell of his crotch was breathtaking, and I could feel my erect cock suppurating in my underpants. When his knob head began rubbing on my lips, I could feel my pucker twitching uncontrollably.

By now, his rough hands had tightly gripped hold of my hair as his incursion began to take place. Inch by inch, his infiltration commenced impatiently.

“Open your mouth, bitch… I want to go all the way,” he said as he propelled ever forward. As my throat got battered, I could feel his zealous penetration underway. As I gagged, my head got irritably slapped. Although I had always been a star cocksucker, I now got taken to a level I had never before experienced. Resolutely, I hung in as my gullet got commandeered, and a river of drool cascaded down my chin and his legs. Thankfully, as my throat began to ache, CJ extracted his cock and moved behind me. 

After he slapped my backside a few times, I heard him spit. Soon, I could feel him smearing his dick in my crack. As pressure from his knob commenced, I could my pucker dilating as his insertion began. My discomfort got negated as his verbalizing started.

“Oh, fuck, this is so tight, fuck, yeah, there is nothing like a tight arse,” CJ groaned.

“Oooh, aaaah, oh, yeah, clamp your pussy on my cock. Aaaah, Yes, Oooh, suck onto my fuckin’ dick,” CJ began intoning as his rough hands fastened onto my hips.

My arse had never got stuffed this entirely before, but the ache was heavenly as his pole moved back and forth leisurely. For the next twenty minutes, my backside got a hammering like never before. As he moved back and forth, in and out, CJ’s grunting and groaning became like a divine symphony. I also knew that my hips were going to suffer bruises as they got manhandled.

In my reverie, I scarcely noticed a head popping around the door. Brody’s eyes were alive with excitement as he observed our action. As he slowly moved around the door, his shorts were under his genitals. His erect cock, which I had never seen before, was more impressive than I had imagined.

“Jasper is a great cocksucker,” CJ announced. After an afternoon of derogatory epithets, I finally heard my name. As Brody edged forward after his pants had hit the ground, there was a look of ambivalence on his face.

“Don’t be a cunt, Brody, blowjobs are blowjobs,” CJ scoffed.   

After a momentary lapse, I could see Brody’s eyes begin to inflame with horniness. As if drawn like a moth to a flame, Brody closed the gap between us.

“He’s not like the usual whining chicks and can take it,” CJ finalized.

As Brody’s cock touched my lips, it was like a eureka moment, after all the torment I had suffered.

“Shit, I should have washed my knob-head,” Brody mumbled.

With a laugh, CJ said, “Jasper is not a woman, queers love ripe uncut dick, don’t you?”  CJ concluded with a hefty slap to my arse.

“Mmmm,” was all I could manage as lust riddled my body.

I impatiently grabbed hold of Brody’s cock, and as I withdrew his foreskin, a heavenly pissy odour infused my olfactory glands.

My mouth went into overdrive as I ingested his thick cock.   

I was in paradise as two magnificent dicks spit roasted me. With my head and hips solidly clamped, I got pistoned by over twenty inches of manly dick. I also enjoyed the pleasure of their unison of grunts and groans as their lustful resonances reverberated in the room.

As the two men decided to swap positions, which they would now frequently do, CJ, naturally, kept traumatizing my throat, but I did not care. I felt like the luckiest bitch in the world as both my holes ached.

Latecomer Brody surprisingly was the first to unload, and the taste of his abundant cum in my mouth was fantastic.

CJ, however, opted for my backside, followed by a lingering piss in the arse, which excited Brody enormously. I rushed to the bathroom afterward, with both men in pursuit. As I sat expelling the liquid, Brody decided to piss all over my body. Both guys chuckled as I sat drenched on the toilet seat. This practice would become a constant ritual, as golden showers became a regular occurrence going forth. I loved it!

Ironically, with the blessing of Brody’s mother and CJ’s parents, the boys began spending a great deal of time at my home. The reason for their gladness was; that they reasoned that at least the men were not getting into shit and fighting as usual. I had a spare room with two beds as an alibi, so everyone was comfortable with the arrangement.

It cost me a lot more money on alcohol every month, but I did not care. Sadly, the cousins never got intimate with one another during our sessions, but with me as the focus of their attention, I was elated.