A cocky frat boy picks up a twink at the gym

I’ve never been in love.

And it’s not for lack of sex. I lost my virginity when I was 14 and I’ve been fucking like a rabbit ever since. It didn’t hurt that I was one of the most popular guys in high school, even as a freshman: blond, blue eyes, good looking, star baseball player, and a nice 8-inch dick. And my status as a stud only solidified as I worked my way towards graduation. By the time I started college, I had already boned more than 30 chicks. And my trophy count kept going up throughout college, reaching the high double digits. Some of these chicks even were lucky enough to be called my ‘girlfriend’.

I’ve had lots of girlfriends over the years, sometimes even three at a time. But aside from rough sex, we rarely did any of the romantic stuff that boyfriends and girlfriends do. I wasn’t the type to buy them flowers or take them to a nice restaurant for Valentine’s Day. I’ve always been hypersexual and often needed release three or four times a day as a teenager. My girlfriends only served one purpose: to get my rocks off. Let me take that back, my girlfriends also fulfilled a second purpose: to serve as a cover and hide my little secret.

Now that I’ve come to terms with my sexuality, I’ve been with three guys so far. And don’t get me wrong, guy-on-guy sex has been mind-blowing, especially bottoming, which I never thought I’d be into, given how dominant I always pictured myself. But it’s been just that: hot sex.

Last week though, I met this twink at the gym. I thought I was gonna stick my 8-incher up his boycunt. But instead, it’s him who pounded the shit out of my hole. Despite his small size, the guy was packing. It hurt like hell at first when his horse cock stretched my inexperienced hole beyond its limits, but it felt amazing once my ring adjusted to his girth and he hammered my G-spot, over and over again, until I couldn’t take it anymore and sprayed my juice all over my face and my chest.

And I haven’t stopped thinking about that pounding ever since. Luckily, he took a video of his monster cock destroying my hole. And I’ve been binge watching it ever since that night. It gets me hard right away and I explode within 10 strokes of manhandling my dick. And I splash all over the fucking place: on my face, in my hair, on my bedsheets, and even on the wall behind my bed. That short video has been the gift that keeps on giving and I never get tired of it!

But my feelings for Drew (that’s his name) go way beyond re-living the pounding from his big fat cock. I can’t stop thinking about him, all the time, to the point that I wake up in the middle of the night, with a raging hardon, hoping he’d be here with me to drain my balls. When it happens, I really feel like jerking off but it’s not easy because of my roommate. I think about Drew at breakfast. I think about him during class. I think about him when I work out. I think about him all the time. And I have butterflies in my stomach whenever I think about him. Sometimes on campus, I run into a guy that looks just like him and I feel a big rush of dopamine flowing through my veins. And then, as I get closer, I realize it’s not Drew but just a random guy who looks like him. And it’s a huge letdown. I’ve never felt that way before, for anybody. Is it what love feels like?

What’s funny though is that Drew looks nothing like the guys I usually fall for. He’s not the muscular type I normally like and he can’t grow a beard to save his life. But I love his confidence, the way as a 5’5” twink he entered the weight room full of beefcakes, and how he owned the room the minute he walked in. Big dick energy at its finest, although I didn’t know it at the time. I love his deep baritone voice. I love that he’s all grown up, has a job, can support himself, and pay rent. I’m a junior in college and my job prospects are very uncertain, given that I’m headed into sports journalism, a field that’s notoriously overcrowded. I’ll most likely have to settle for an unpaid internship at first and slowly work my way up… or not. I know my parents will always be there for me. But I have more ambition in life than living off mom-and-dad forever. It would suck to not be able to support myself after four years of college. Call me old fashion, but a real man needs to support himself and provide for his family. The fact Drew is 23 years old and can afford rent in a luxury high-rise, with an amazing view of campus, makes him attractive to me.

And sex with Drew was incredible too. Drew was just as confident under the sheets as he was in life. Me thinking I was gonna be the one stuffing his twinky hole went out the window the minute he took charge. And next thing I knew, I was the one under him, with a horse cock up my ass, whimpering like a little bitch under the pounding my cunt was enduring. And it felt great! It felt amazing actually! His big fat schlong hammering that magic spot inside me, filling me to the hilt, stretching my ring beyond its design capacity. The feeling of having this little skinny guy dominate me was beyond words. And within ten strokes of him touching my dick, I erupted like a fucking volcano, spraying my jock juice all over my neck, my chest, and my stomach.

But aside from dreaming about Drew all day long, I wasn’t quite sure how to get back with him. I didn’t even have his number. The only thing I had was his address since he fucked me in his apartment. But what was I supposed to do? Go ring his intercom and just say: ‘Hi, it’s Zack’? How awkward would that be? My best option was to run into him at the gym. I’m at the gym all the time, but I don’t have a regular schedule because my trips to the gym revolve around my class schedule and other activities. So, for now, all I could do was watch the video of his horse cock enlarging my ring and jerk off while watching it.

In a desperate attempt to run into him, I started changing my workout routine and going to the gym in the evening, hoping it was more likely he’d be there after work. And after ten days of an excruciating wait, I finally saw him walking into the gym while I was lifting. I almost dropped my weights when I saw him, and I froze in my tracks.

I had been rehearsing for days what I would tell him when I finally saw him, trying to come up with a pick (back)up line that wouldn’t feel awkward. But all of them felt awkward. So, I just walked past him, pretending it was by accident and just said ‘Hey’ in a bro way. He said ‘Hey’ back, and he also smiled when doing that. You have no idea how amazing it felt when I saw his smile. I was scared shit I had just been a one-and-done for him and he would just snub me when we ran into each other again.

‘How’s work?’ I asked. Sadly, that’s the best I could come up with.

‘Work is good’ he said. ‘How about you? How’s school?’

‘Good’ I said. ‘Busy!’

‘How pathetic small talk!’ I thought to myself. ‘I can do better than this!’

And then I grew the balls to go past the small talk and ask him if he wanted to grab a drink after working out. And he said ‘Yes’. I started to get hard as soon as I heard the ‘Yes’ coming out of his mouth.

‘Let’s catch up after our workout’ I said.

He hopped on a treadmill, and I went back to the weight room. Good thing I was wearing a jockstrap. I had to angle my dick down, hoping no one would see me readjust myself, to not give my shaft any room to grow. I was incredibly uncomfortable throughout the rest of my workout, my 8-inches imprisoned into my tight jockstrap. I ended up not being able to raise the weights the way I wanted to. Today was leg day. So, I was looking for any excuse to slack off anyway. But the weights were a complete afterthought compared to the excitement of spending time with Drew again.

I went down to the locker room first, and I wrapped a towel around my waist, keeping my jockstrap on on my way to the shower. If I had removed my jockstrap in the common area, my dick would have banged against my abs and knocked me unconscious, or at a minimum would have made a loud noise that everybody in the gym would have heard, even on the second floor. That’s how hard I was. My dick pointed skyward throughout my shower, to the point my hardon almost hurt. I was wondering if I should release the pressure, right there in the shower. It would only take a few seconds, given how horny I was. But I opted not to and saved myself for later.

I tried to conceal my boner the best I could when I got out of the shower. The gym wasn’t super crowded, but there were still a few guys in the locker room. I put my boxer briefs back on as quickly as I could, hoping nobody saw my 8 inches pocking between my thighs, halfway to my knees and then put my jeans on right after. I was still bare chested, my pecs and 6-pack exposed for everyone to see, when Drew entered the locker room. He winked at me when he saw me. He then got undressed while I finished getting dressed and I was lucky to get a peek at his big flaccid dick before heading out. It was just as thick as I remembered. And his ball sack underneath was just as big as well. His big balls were probably full of twinky juice, ready to flood my cunt again.

Seeing Drew naked in the locker room gave me an opportunity to witness his confidence again. That’s one of the things I found so sexy about him. I guess it’s easier to be confident when you have the biggest dick in the locker room. To some extent, I knew that feeling, since my dick is a decent size too. I saw some of the other guys take a quick glance at Drew‘s dick and then do a double take when they saw how much he was packing. I even saw a guy struggling to not let his jaw drop to the floor. The guy was probably 6’3” or 6’4” and built like a brick shit house. And he had a decent size dick too, but nowhere close to Drew’s horse cock. It made me smile because that was exactly my reaction, the first time I saw Drew naked.

‘I’ll be waiting upstairs’ I told Drew, as he was about to walk towards the showers.

‘I’ll be up in 5 minutes’ he replied.

I couldn’t stop drooling at him when I saw him make his way up the stairs from the locker room, with his cute smile, his swagger, his tight T-shirt, and his super skinny jeans that were way too tight to hide the big bulge between his legs. And it reminded me of why I couldn’t stop thinking about him for the past ten days. Neither of us said anything on the short walk to the coffee shop. He ordered a chai latte, just like last time. And I ordered one as well. It’s not what I normally drink but I just thought I would give it a try.

‘I didn’t think you’d ever want to see me again’ Drew eventually said, breaking the ice between us.

‘Why would I not want to see you again?’ I asked.

‘I don’t know’ he said. ‘I think a lot of the big muscle jocks I fuck end up having insecurities about their masculinity and just ghost me’.

‘Not me’ I said. ‘And sex was great too!’

‘And to be honest’ I continued, ‘I have been thinking about you… a lot’.

‘Does that mean you want to go back to my place?’ Drew asked.

‘Fuck yeah!’ I replied, giggling like a little girl looking at puppies at the pet store.

‘So, let’s go, then!’ Drew said before we even had time to finish our chai lattes.

We walked to his building at a brisk pace. And he grabbed my hardon as soon as we got into the elevator.

‘I was hoping you’d be hard for me’ Drew said, with a grin on his face.

‘I’ve been fighting a boner the minute I saw you in the gym’ I replied.

‘On your knees and suck my dick’ Drew ordered as soon as we got into his apartment.

I didn’t have to be told twice. I unbuckled his belt while he had his back against his front door. And I yanked both his pants and briefs down in one brisk move. I was now staring at his big cock, which wasn’t fully hard yet, but well on its way there. The fat cock that had stuffed my cunt beyond its limit. It was just as big as I remembered. And it wasn’t just big. It was also beautiful, with the same purplish brown color I remembered, contrasting with the pale skin of his twinky body. The proportions were great too, almost a perfect cylinder. So thick! So hard! So strong! And his dickhead was perfect as well, a little bit wider than his shaft, but not out of proportion. Just wide enough to provide friction in all the right places. And his big balls were hanging right underneath his big cock. Such beautiful balls! And so much bigger than mine. I cupped them with my hand. They felt full! They felt heavy! The balls of a dominant male, even though Drew was only 130-lbs. That’s what I loved about him. So much masculinity and so much confidence in such a small package.

I put his big cock in my mouth, and I started blowing him.

‘Oh yeah! Just like that!’ Drew said as I set his piston in motion.

His dick was already big when I put it in my mouth, but it kept getting bigger, bigger and harder, as I bobbed my head up and down the upper half of his shaft. There was no way I’d be able to deep throat that thing. Just stretching my lips to adjust to his girth was already a challenge for me. I could smell his short pubes, inches from my nose. Even though he had just showered and smelled like the gym’s citrussy body wash, I could still make out his musk underneath. He smelled like a man! I was stroking the base of his cock with my right hand, and I was fondling his balls with my left hand, mimicking what he had done when he blew me last time. And it seemed to be working because Drew was giving me words of encouragement.

‘Oh yeah! Your mouth feels so good on my cock’ Drew said.

Meanwhile, I was rock-hard in my pants. I’m sure my precum would have soaked through both my underwear and my jeans by the time I was done blowing him. I abandoned his cock for a moment and started licking his balls. They were mostly smooth, aside from a few brown hairs close to his taint. I then put one in my mouth and started pulling on it a little.

‘Oh yeah!’ Drew moaned.

I then moved to his other ball. His balls were so much bigger than mine. I’m sure one of them held more juice than both of mine together.

‘Grab my balls with one hand and grab yours with the other’ Drew ordered.

I quickly unbuttoned my pants and lowered my pants and boxer briefs to my knees. My 8-inch cock flapped out when I freed it up. And my balls were now out in the open. My balls don’t hang very low and are usually close to my body. But they were fairly loose at the moment, enough for me to be able to feel their weight. I put Drew’s fat dickhead back in my mouth, and as he had ordered, I laid my hand flat under his big pair and raised it to feel the weight of his balls. And I did the same with my own pair with my other hand.

‘Do you feel any difference?’ Drew asked, with an authoritative tone in his voice.

I nodded, while looking up at him, his dick in my mouth. Of course, I could feel the difference. How could I not?

‘These are the balls of a real man’ Drew said, implying I wasn’t, humiliating me, making me feel inferior.

Along with your dick, your balls are what define you as a man. Don’t we have all these expressions linking ball size to masculinity, like ‘growing a pair’? For dick size, I could always argue that mine was longer than his, even though his was so much thicker. But for ball size, I had nothing on him. There was no denying that Drew’s heavy pair dwarfed the size of mine.

The dynamics between us were so weird that my brain went into overdrive, trying to cope with the situation. I’m a 200-lb jock, on my knees, with the cock of a 130-lb twink in my mouth. But he’s the one with a thick tool and a big heavy pair. And I’m the one with a pencil and smaller nuts. Drew was owning me right now. But the humiliation was a huge turn on for me and my dick was throbbing and leaking precum on his hardwood floor.

‘And don’t even think about touching your dick!’ Drew warned.

And I went back to blowing him, stretching my mouth to try to get halfway down his pole, while fondling his balls with one hand, and jerking the base of his anaconda with the other. Whatever I was doing seemed to be working as Drew was moaning more intensely.

‘I’m getting close’ Drew said.

And a few strokes later, he yanked his cock out of my mouth and, pointing it towards my nose, he said: ‘Get ready for my spunk, bitch!’.

I instinctively closed my eyes. And I swear I heard his first rope shoot out of his cock, a millisecond before it hit me in the face, on my left cheek. I heard Drew moan as he cummed, moan with that deep baritone voice of his. I almost jizzed on the spot when his spunk hit my face. But my dick just throbbed and let out a big glob of precum that dripped on the floor. And I felt his second rope hit my forehead. When he flooded my boycunt last time, Drew must have shot a dozen volleys or so. So, I knew a lot more was coming at my face. And a lot more did. I got drenched by more of his juice, on my nose, on my closed eyes, on my lips. Some of his cream even landed in my left ear.

The flow eventually subsided, and I heard Drew say: ‘Fuck yeah!’ I felt his jizz starting to drip down my face. His second rope, the one that had landed on my forehead, was now making its way in-between my eyebrows and down my nose. I eventually opened my eyes and was staring at Drew’s monster cock. I looked up at him and he was smiling. I wasn’t sure if he was still high from blowing, or if he was smiling at the sight of my face soaked with his spunk, or if he was just proud of having humiliated me with the motherload of facials.

I had jizzed on the face of plenty of chicks before, although my balls couldn’t produce nearly as much juice as Drew’s. And it was always a power trip for me to watch my spunk dripping down their face. I even had one chick run away to the bathroom crying, so humiliated to have been drenched in my cum. But I didn’t run away from Drew. It would have been difficult with my pants at my ankles anyway. No, I loved it! I loved feeling his jizz running down my face. I loved the humiliation of having a smaller guy cream my face.

I had done these enough times before to know what was coming next. And just as I expected, Drew grabbed his fat cock and started wiping his juice with the tip of his dick and feeding it to me.

‘Swallow it all!’ Drew ordered.

And I did. I opened my mouth, stuck my tongue out, and started licking my lips, waiting for him to funnel more sour cream to my tongue. And I swallowed the first mouthful. Drew was doing to me the very same thing I had done to countless chicks in the past. I was getting a taste of my own medicine… and of his spunk.

‘Good boy!’ Drew said.

I didn’t care for the taste of his cum. This was only my second time tasting another guy’s semen, and just like the first time, I didn’t really like it. It was salty, almost tart. Not a taste I cherished! I still don’t get guys who claim that spunk tastes sweet, like it’s some kind of delicacy you can only get at a fine restaurant, washed down by the most select Pinot Noir. I found it nasty.

But I swallowed it anyway. Because that’s what Drew ordered me to do. Because right now, I was his bitch. And it was my duty to swallow, whether I liked it or not. Just like all the chicks I jizzed on in the past had swallowed with my spunk. Because I made them.

‘Do you want a beer to rinse it off?’ Drew asked.

‘That would be great!’ I replied.

I watched Drew walk towards the kitchen, staring at that tight little ass of his. But his ass was clearly off-limit for me. In our relationship, he was the dominant top, and I was the submissive bottom, as counterintuitive as it sounds. Drew came back from the kitchen with a bottle of Sam Adams. By that time his cock had started to deflate.

‘Does that mean that I’m not gonna get fucked?’ I asked Drew, looking at his semi-hard cock with envy.

‘Oh no! You’re gonna get fucked! Trust me!’ Drew said. ‘Just give me 15 minutes to recharge and I’ll be ready to stuff your cunt’.

I just gave him a big smile, while my rock-hard cock concurred, throbbing with excitement. I was so ready for his pounding.

Drew went to his walk-in closet and came back with a black leather harness in his hand. 

‘Put that on’ he ordered.

He had to adjust the straps, since whoever wore it last didn’t have my big chest. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. I looked like a pretty hot piece of ass in that thing, with my 8-inch dick still at half-mast. Drew seemed to think the same thing.

(To be continued…)