Corky

From my earliest recollections, I always felt an attraction to both men and women. When I finally became sexually active after I turned sixteen, I also had sex with both genders. I did not have a definite preference and always felt that the homophobic aversions that my buddies exhibited, were extremely narrow-minded.

I, of course, kept my bisexuality a secret for obvious reasons, but never joined in with the slurs that abounded regarding gay men. All gossip and derision I heard, I simply answered with a; ‘who cares,’ shrug.

Over the following few years, as I matured, I began to develop a fixation on having a bisexual threesome with a woman and another guy. In my mind, that had to be the hottest experience of them all. Sadly, this seemed to be the elusive holy grail in my life, and no situation like that had ever presented itself. I had no idea when I met Corky, that my dream would finally get realized.

When Corky got employed at the construction company I was working for, I took an instant liking to him. Corky was anything but good-looking and was fairly skanky. He was around six-foot-tall, and slim of stature. His icky hands were always dirty, but thankfully his fingernails were clipped very short. His overalls were also the dirtiest of our crew and I felt sure that they got washed far less than anyone else’s.

Corky made no bones about being ‘white trash,’ and spoke proudly of his poor upbringing. He had a few bad habits and thought nothing of using his thumbs to expel snot from his nostrils. His language was very coarse but his goofy sense of humour was intoxicatingly hilarious.

In our team of workers, I wasn’t his only fan, and everyone adored him. At teatimes and during lunch breaks, Corky always had us in stitches with laughter, with graphic stories centred around his latest sexual exploits. Amid the mirth, it was clear that Corky was highly sexed and quite a stud.

On a more serious note, I have to admit that when it came to work, he made the rest of us look silly. He was far stronger than anyone else and could do twice as much as the rest of us, in half the time.

During a lunch break one day, a fellow workmate asked, “How did you get your nickname?”

With a hearty chuckle, Corky then replied, “From my cock.” 

“Are you serious?” the colleague then countered.

“Yeah. My brother gave me the nickname. According to him, my dick is shaped like a large champagne cork,” Corky concluded.

Stunned looks now greeted his revelation.

After gazing at us from one to the other, Corky enquired, “Don’t you guys believe me?”

An uncomfortable silence then followed, with everyone reluctant to express their inquisitiveness.

“Well, in case you think I’m talking shit, let me show you,” Corky said as he stood up.

After unzipping the trouser of his overall bottom, Corky unceremoniously pushed his pants and underpants down to his knees. There was a unison of surprised exclamations as we all looked on with open mouths.

The revealed vision was breathtaking. The long and thick shaft of his dick was topped by a large light pink apple head. It was the kind of cock that one had only ever heard of in myths. Breaking our astonished silence, Corky added his supplementary announcement with a laugh.

“When this thing gets hard, not only does it get bigger, but goes as stiff as a wooden pole,” Cocky bragged with a mischievous chuckle.

“Fuck… How many women have you killed?” one of the guys exclaimed.

“None so far,” Corky uttered roguishly.

“My wife would have a heart attack if she saw that,” one of the other guys blurted.

“Well, do you guys now believe my stories about fucking women ragged?” Corky concluded as murmurs of acknowledgment abounded.

For the rest of the day, I laughed to myself as I saw whispering among the other men when Cocky wasn’t in their company. He had certainly made a huge impression on all of us. For me, however, I would now become fixated about seeing Corky in action.

Several months before, I had moved in with a girlfriend named Mandy. We had a good sex life and I loved her open-mindedness. She was not only into oral and anal sex but also adventurous in her approach to fucking. Although we had begun to discuss having a threesome, thus far nothing had yet happened. What particularly intrigued me about our discussions was, that she made it clear that she would only consider a ménage a trios with another guy. Best of all, she knew that I was opportunistically bisexual and had no problem with that.

For me, Corky now became the perfect candidate. My greatest concern, however, was that Mandy might find him too skanky and crude. I was not concerned about Corky stealing her from me if she did take to him because he always made it known that he was not into relationships, and had no intention of settling down with anyone. As far as Corky wanting to fuck Mandy was concerned, with her looks, I reasoned that would be a no-brainer.

Although I had mentioned Corky to Mandy I did not tell her about his ‘big reveal,’ after it had happened. I, nevertheless, was now becoming completely fixated on a threesome with Corky. I fully accepted that he was straight and that the threesome would not include any interaction between him and me. Seeing him in action nonetheless would be enough for me.

On a Friday evening after work, I decided to get the ball rolling by inviting Corky to have a few drinks with me at a local bar.

“I would love to have a few drinks with you, and who knows? Maybe I’ll find some fresh pussy to fuck at the pub,” he approved with a laugh.

At the bar, as we sat sipping our drinks, I pulled out an excellent photograph of Mandy and showed it to him.

“Wow… You are a very lucky guy. I’d love to get my hands on a beauty like this,” he exclaimed with a smile.

Deciding to cut to the chase, I answered, “Well, maybe that’s a possibility.”  

Corky now looked at me quizzically, and with a disbelieving frown asked, “So you’d like me to fuck your girlfriend?”

“Sure, why not? Mandy and I are very open-minded, and I’m sure she’ll enjoy it a lot,” I replied.

“And what will you get out of it?” Corky questioned with a frown.

I was relieved that he didn’t seem disgusted, but intrigued by my offer. I also knew that I was now embarking on unchartered territory and needed to be cautious.

“Can you keep a secret, Corky?” I gingerly asked.

“Of course, Noel,” he reassuringly answered.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love Mandy and we are happy together. Truth be told, however, I am also bisexual,” I added, before promptly qualifying, “But if I can watch my girlfriend getting pleasured, that’s would be exciting for me.”

I was once more relieved not to see a look of distaste on his face.

In a noncommittal manner, Corky again looked at Mandy’s photograph, before saying, “Okay, if that floats your boat, it’s good for me.” 

I was slightly disappointed that Corky wasn’t more enthusiastic about the offer, or more encouraging about my ‘participation.’

“So, does the idea not appeal to you?” I apprehensively asked.

“Fuck yeah, the idea appeals to me very much. Just name the date and time,” Corky then answered with a lot more enthusiasm.

Before we went our separate ways, I told Corky that I would discuss the matter with Mandy and make arrangements with him the following week.

On Saturday, I finally told Mandy all about Corky’s big reveal. I could see that Mandy was intrigued but also apprehensive after my revelations about his skankiness. In an attempt to bolster Corky’s shares, I told Mandy that when he was on his exploits, he always used condoms. This information had arisen during our lunch breaks when Corky had mentioned that as much as he hated using condoms, he wasn’t prepared to take chances with infections or unwanted pregnancies. By Sunday evening, I was pleased when Mandy gave the go-ahead.

The following week, I invited Corky for supper on Friday evening. Although Mandy could tell how excited I was, I expressed my expectation that my role would simply be a voyeuristic one.

“Don’t be so sure of that. Who knows? Maybe Corky is more adventurous than you think,” she reminded me.

‘If only,’ I mentally ruminated to myself.

By Friday I was so excited about the evening ahead, that during the day, I masturbated twice when I used the toilet at work.

After work, my heart dropped when Corky announced that he would not be going home first, and simply follow me home.

‘Oh, Jesus, now Mandy is going to see him at his skanky best,’ I thought to myself.

I have to give Mandy props for not wincing when Corky and I entered the house. After standing around and sipping our drinks, Mandy announced that supper would be ready in ten minutes. I then made a big show of announcing that I needed to clean my hands and was pleased when Corky asked if he could join me.

When we got to the bathroom Corky stated that he first needed to take a piss. As I scrubbed my hands I heard what sounded like Niagara Falls in the toilet bowl behind me. I cannot begin to explain my excitement at the sound, and couldn’t help thinking about the phallus that was producing those erotic noises.

When he was done, Corky joined me at the vanity and got solidly stuck in with the nailbrush I handed him.

Next, looking at me earnestly as he went about his task, Corky said, “Listen, Noel, I’m not as straight-laced as you might think. I’d like you to enjoy your evening and not be anxious about the inevitable bodily contact between us when we get going.”

I wasn’t sure of the full extent of his meaning but hoped that it meant that if I touched him while he was fucking Mandy, there would be no repercussions.

Once we sat down to supper, I was elated when I sensed Mandy warming to Corky. It was obvious that his unassuming goofiness was winning her over.

After dinner, once everything had been clear and put in the dishwasher, Corky subtly began to take control. After sitting on the far right side of the enormous sofa we had in the lounge, Corky tapped the cushion and invited Mandy to sit next to him.

As I was about to sit on a chair across from then, Corky immediately admonished me by saying, “No, buddy, join us on the sofa. There’s enough room for an army.”

Obediently, I sat on the far left of the sofa. I now watched as Corky commenced weaving his magic. Firstly, he gripped hold of Mandy’s head and pulled her face into him with his left hand. Corky’s dominating mouth then commandeered her lips in an ardency I had never seen before. As he did so, his right hand surged up her thigh and invaded her snatch.

“You, horny little bitch, you aren’t wearing panties,” he mumbled playfully, as his fingers went about their business.

Mandy’s replied by lustfully twitching in response. By now Corky’s face had moved over her lips and I could see his tongue was manically burnishing the inside of her mouth. It was also clear from his arm action, that Corky’s fingers were feverishly spearing her pussy. When Mandy’s body began its ecstatic tremble a short while later, Corky growled, “Spray for me, bitch, give me your pussy juice.”

It was like watching an exorcism as Mandy convulsed. Corky was like a prelate of ecstasy, and I had never seen such a master at work. 

Corky now arose and pulled Mandy’s dress up and off her body. After he did so he looked at me and said, “Come-on, Noel it’s time for chapter two, let’s get naked, buddy.”

After we were naked, I got my first look at the engorged version of Corky’s dick.

‘Oh, Jesus, will Mandy ever be able to walk again,’ I contemplated as I looked at the pussy destroyer dangling off the front of Corky.

In an act of mercy, I entreated, “Please, Corky, don’t rip her pussy apart.”

“Get closer, buddy, and observe the consequences of your actions,” Corky said with a menacing look on his face.

As Mandy’s legs got lifted over his shoulders as he took up a widened stance at the front of the sofa, the monstrous apple head of his cock rested against her snatch, before Corky commenced using his rigid phallus as a sledgehammer to strike her portal. After a few rough taps, accompanied by her grunts, his knob-head commenced its restricted invasion.

I instantly knew that my best viewpoint would be from behind Corky and Mandy, and swiftly relocated. As I watched on my knees, my vision was obscured by Corky’s weighty balls. My disappointment was halted when I remembered his earlier bodily contact invitation. Taking the bull by the horns, I extended my hand and lifted his nuts for a better image of Mandy’s insertion ‘trauma.’

Thankfully I had not missed much as the apple was only halfway in. Mandy’s cunt looked like the ‘unhinged’ mouth of an egg eater snake, upon struggling to swallow its orb.

When the huge head finally popped in, Mandy gave a loud gasp before the shaft began propelling its frontal globe ever deeper.  

After Mandy’s horny hands pulled Corky’s butt-cheeks apart in acceptance, the smell of Mandy’s over-stimulated pussy juice coupled with ripe male crotch and bum odour, put my lust-o-metre on high alert. Much as I wanted to lick Corky’s blinking brown eye, I decided to show restraint.       

The rhythmic movement of Corky’s dick-shaft and the clasping of Mandy’s pussy lips was mesmerizing. Added to this, the sounds of their sexual harmonies supplemented my olfactory enchantment. The eroticism of what I was seeing was spectacular, and I reasoned that if this was all I got to see that evening, it would be worth it. I could happily have watched their conjoined genitals all night long. 

Corky was not rushing and was clearly taking his time. Mandy had also begun to verbalize her acquiescence and it was clear that she was enjoying the fucking. Who could blame her? After picking up on her comfort, Corky commenced popping the ‘apple’ in and out of her pussy, eliciting new sounds of ecstasy from Mandy. Visually, this new development was so breathtaking that I started tugging on my dick.

My earlier restraint was also beginning to wane, and unable to resist, my mouth attacked Corky’s brown walnut. To my relief and delight, Corky’s horny noises now began to surpass Mandy’s gasps. Emboldened by my newfound assertiveness, my hand feverishly started fondling Corky’s nuts. My machinations shortly bore fruit as Cocky commenced grunting loudly as his body began to shudder.

After Corky had unloaded he plopped his knob out of Mandy and moved to the side. By now, I was so overexcited that I didn’t manage to insert my dick into Mandy’s snatch after I stood up, because my overexcited cock erupted prematurely, all over her thighs and pussy.

After I was done, Corky’s hand clamp my shoulder and pushed me back onto my knees.

“Clean up the mess, puppy dog, eat your fuckin’ pudding,” he playfully barked.

Like an obedient dog, I lapped my spunk off her thighs and genital region, before focussing my attention on the motherlode awaiting me in her pussy.   

Once I had feasted, I was overjoyed when the apple head of Corky’s cock was also presented for cleansing, as his icky hands manipulated my head.

Afterward, we three happy individuals made our way back to the kitchen.

En route, Mandy announced that she needed to visit the bathroom.

As Corky and I stood sipping our beers, he said, “Nobody has ever licked my arse before. Tonight has been fuckin’ awesome.”

After giving Corky an appreciative smile, I decided to chance my arm. “I have also had a great time, but, I would love to experience what Mandy felt from that incredible cock of yours.”

To my amazement, Corky now embraced and kissed me. As our lips parted he whispered, “The night is young.”

Shortly after, Mandy joined us and had a glass of wine.

“Mandy, that was incredible, and you are incredible,” Corky announced before turning to me and thanking me for making the evening possible.

Next, Corky turned his attention back to Mandy and asked, “Mandy, would you mind if I fuck Noel while he prepares your pussy for my next excavation?”

With a naughty grin, Mandy answered, “Not at all, as long as your fuel tank doesn’t get too drained.”

“Baby, I got more fuel than a gas station,” Corky replied with bravado.

After we moved through to the bedroom, Mandy lay back on the bed, and I took up my position at the edge, before bending over to eat her pussy. I was both nervous and excited at the thought of getting fucked by Corky. Although events had exceeded my expectations, I knew that my arse was about to be tested at a higher level than ever before. As Corky commenced his infiltration, I knew that it was going to hurt. As his rough hands solidly clamped onto my hips, the ‘agony’ started escalating exponentially. Finally, after the apple head wedged its way in, I was grunting like a severely injured animal. My divine agony was breathtaking and I welcomed it gluttonously.

In the throes of my discomfort, I began to lustfully snort my insatiable need for Corky’s, ‘agonizing’ penetration. The initial ‘torture’ quickly gave way to an idyllic capitulation of the most heavenly ecstasy.

With bravado, I commenced howling my acquiescence of his ‘torment’ by pleading for him to fuck me harder. Corky’s blissful ‘cruelty’ got heightened by him vigorously slapping my arse. Corky’s machinations were so hectic that I felt like I was entering a trans-like state of mind-blowing domination. 

Corky now got so lustfully overcome by his supremacy, that he yanked his dick out of me before gripping me by the hair and compressing my head flat on the bed. Next, he lodged his dick-head between my lips and shot his hot spunk directly into my mouth.  

After smearing his slimy dick-head all over my face, Corky then began slapping my head with the rigid phallus.  

As I looked up at him after this ‘attack,’ he had a playfully menacing look in his eyes as he growled, “Happy now, faggot?”

I was blissfully overwhelmed by the action I had just experienced. I had only ever thought about rough sex but never acted upon it.

‘How rough does Corky like it?’ I thought to myself.

Even more astonishing to me was how Mandy had shrieked her support of Corky’s actions, as he ‘manhandled’ me.

After our session, the three of us relaxed on the bed, side by side, with Mandy lying in the middle. Shortly, a leisurely and sensual interaction began to unfold as we kissed and fondled one another. Very gradually, Corky began to escalate his actions to a rougher level with Mandy. First, I saw his abrasive hands solidly groping her tits, before his coarse fingers started punitively tweaking her nipples.

‘Fuck! She’s loving this,’ I astonishingly intoned to myself.

Next, Corky’s tit ‘torturing’ hand moved onto Mandy’s throat. Simultaneously, Corky’s other blue-collar mitt nestled on Mandy’s pussy.

“Open your fuckin’ legs,” Corky now ordered.

No sooner had Mandy complied, before an energetic slapping of her pussy commenced. As Mandy starting yelping, the hand on her throat commenced constricting her breathing.

Again, I couldn’t believe how much she was loving this. Not long after, Corky mounted her body and started fucking the hell out of her, with his hand still firmly around her throat. I had never seen anything so hot in my life. Unable to suppress my excitement, I started screaming like an excited wife watching her husband in an MMA arena.

“Fuck the bitch, fuck the bitch,” I began intoning.

The domination I was watching was mind-blowing, and the roughness was incredible. When the two ‘combatants’ finally orgasmed, I had never witnessed the level of ecstasy I was witnessing, and also shot my load as I watched the melee.

We all drifted off to sleep shortly afterward.

Corky spent the entire weekend with us. He had not lied about his libido.

Best of all, Corky moved in with us a month later.