Ari

Ari is fucking beautiful. Wearing nothing but an oversized shirt and black underwear, he lays there, arms sprawled over the sofa. He's got his jet black hair tied back into a messy bun, loose strands still hanging down his face forcing him to flick them away every once in a while. I watch him furrow his brows here and there as he swipes something off his phone, licking his bottom lip out of habit. Part of me has always been envious of him, I should be proud of my looks, my muscle tone, everything... but out of us two, he has always been the more handsome one - it's infuriating.

It looks like he hasn't shaved in a while. His jawline is covered in dark stubble, coarse, but strangely comfortable looking... I wonder what it would feel like if he were to-

I can't bare looking at him anymore. His dark eyes, his smile, the dark hair on his chest which I found myself glaring at every single time he'd undo the top few buttons of his shirt, wistfully imagining just how low down his body it grows... It's all fucking beautiful.

I can't stop the thoughts of him flowing in. How many times have I thought about him? About touching him? Tasting him? It's awful, I'm awful... But I just can't seem to stop. I felt that same sinking feeling in my chest as I usually did when I was around him for too long. This is bad. I have to keep myself in check for fuck sake.

I close my eyes, trying to rid myself of the growing pressure building in my stomach. Is it working? I cannot say, but at least I'm trying I suppose.

Suddenly, I hear him shuffling around. His phone drops on the table next to the sofa. With eyes wide open I'm staring at him yet again. He flexes what seems to be every single muscle in his body into a slow stretch and lets out a low, gravelly tone. Both arms above his head, the heavy coat of hair covering his underarm fully showing. His chest... Fuck... it's like two boulders bulging through the loose material, tightening and molding themselves constantly. His thighs bulk up, stretching the fabric of his boxers out wider, thinner - don't you dare look - as he slides down deeper into the sofa, his shirt rolls up by an inch or two to reveal a glimpse of his lower waist... His chest hair seemingly trailing down all the way to his-

Fuck.

Without hesitation, I fling myself off the sofa and dart out of the room. The tightness in my jeans getting harder and harder to ignore by the second.

I stumble to the bathroom and let the door close behind me. I stand there in the dark, hopeless. Flashes of Ari keep breaking into my head, I can't seem to stop going back to what I saw. After a couple of paces around the tiny room I realized I didn't have any other choice but to do something risky.

With a swift shuffle of metal against fabric, I pull my jeans down to my thighs and roll the hoodie up to my chest. the buttons practically tear apart as I undo everything. I linger for a moment after noticing a small wet spot on my boxers, right on the head of my-

I pull my boxers down and feel all the pressure subside.

How is this actually happening? Do I really have this little self-control? What if he sees me like this?

I walk up to the toilet and carefully position my hand downward to pretend I'm taking a leak, I make a point to not touch my-... As to not risk making it even worse.

***

I don't quite remember how long I have been standing here, it couldn't have been more than a couple of minutes but it feels like it's been eons. After a while of staring at a wall, I feel the pressure slowly drifting away. I'm still not ready to slide everything back inside my boxers but it's enough to make me feel somewhat relieved. I finally let my arm drop to my side, I should be safe now.

"Hey, dude are you feeling... " I heard Ari trail off as I met his gaze through the gap in the door.

I didn't close the fucking door properly.

I quickly jolt to the side trying to stuff everything into my jeans as I hear Ari swearing outside the door.

"Shit, Fuck! Sorry I was just wondering if everything was okay cuz you... Fuck... Sorry I really didn't mean to..." He stumbles over himself.

The door is closed again but what did it matter? He saw me. He saw me with my dick half-hard.

I walk out of the bathroom with a sigh. Ari is standing a little further away.

"Hey I'm sorry you had to see that, I swear I didn't want-" Ari cuts me off.

"What?! No, what are you apologizing for? I'm sorry. I just barged in on you in the bathroom like an actual idiot. I'm really, really sorry." He looks heart broken, his voice quiet.

I don't know what to say. It wouldn't have been that big of a deal if I wasn't fully fucking hard moments before he saw me just there... And what would he say if he knew I was thinking about him...?

"You did nothing, I swear. It's okay" I managed out a laugh.

Fuck what was I thinking?

Ari wraps his arm around my shoulder and leads me back to the sitting room. Feeling him holding me is enough to send me spiraling again... What the fuck is wrong with me..?

We both sit down in complete silence.

I try to focus on something outside the window. The sun is beginning to set, I usually love watching it in the evening but right now, I feel like I don't even deserve it.

"I'll show you mine." Ari whispers.

I feel like someone just splashed freezing cold water in my face. What the fuck did he just say?

"Wait, what?"

"I just saw your cock dude, its only fair you see mine."

My heart skipped a beat. This was insane... I was insane, this wasn't happening. He doesn't have to do this.

"You don't have to do this, really... it's fine." I say, laughing awkwardly.

A shadow of a smile crosses Ari's face as he stands up.

"Okay, I don't wanna make you feel awkward but your dick looked fucking massive. I kinda wanna see how you react to mine." Sheer enthusiasm fills his voice.

Part of me feels a perverted sense of pride over his compliment, the same part of me is absolutely aching for him to go through with this, but I know I can't allow it. It's not fair on him, he doesn't know how I feel about him. It's wrong.

I watch him dig his thumbs under the waist band of his boxers. I allow myself to stare for just a moment. A tiny whimper escapes me.

"Hey, Ari, come on. You only saw my dick for a moment. You showing yours like this wouldn't be fair on you. Plus, mine isn't usually that big I was just horn-" I cut myself off.

What the fuck am I saying!?

A giant grin spreads across Ari's face.

"So you *did* have a semi!" He shouts.

"Who were you thinking about?! Who turned you on?!" Ari shouts in mock anger, laughing.

Do I tell him? No, I can't. He probably knows already, there was nobody else here. But what if this ruins things? Ugh I fucked up, what do I do?

Ari slowly walks up to me. Staring down at where I'm sitting, more serious, he calmly asks;

"Was it me?"

I don't want believe what I'm hearing. My hands go stiff and so do my legs, I can't move. My eyes meet his, those dark irises staring right back at me, reassuring me. I want this, I want to say it, I want him to know, but all I manage is a shaky exhale. Ari's pronounced lips grow into a knowing smile. His hips are mere inches away from my face.

The muscles in his arms flex as he stretches the black boxers outward with his thumbs - his hips mere inches away from my face. He carefully pulls the waist band down to his thighs, the fabric getting caught on the girth of his... Manhood... for a moment before dropping down completely - revealing everything.

A shiver makes it's way down my spine. He's huge. The base of his shaft sits right at my eye level and it's full length dangles all the way down to my neck. Its body must be as thick as my wrist, curving up slightly just below its head - uncut. It doesn't look like he has ever shaved down here - the thick hair growing in a straight line up his torso, out onto his thighs and straight down to his scrotum. He's too big. His balls that both hang proudly underneath his girth are the size of golf balls, twitching up and down periodically. How did he manage to fit this into those boxers? How does he fit this anywhere? He's not even hard.

I look up at him, mesmerized, his gaze still focused on me.

"Answer me." His voice is dark, serious.

"Was it me?"

I feel my heart rate accelerate. There's no coming back now.

"Yes"

I watch his cock throb, its head glistening. He's getting hard... For me.

"Can I touch you." I say cautiously.

"Do whatever you want." Ari smiles.

I place my hands on his thighs, the coat of hair covering them softer than I expected. I trace every muscle on his legs down to his feet, rolling the boxers down as I do. Ari steps out of them one foot at a time and kicks them away once he's done. He waits patiently for me. I place my palm on his stomach, his muscle as hard as a plank of wood, and push him back. He stumbles a bit, giving me a melancholic look as he straightens up again. I stand up off my seat and breathe in.

"Do you want to see mine?" My voice is rougher than I anticipated.

Ari's cock twitches again. He nods, staring me down with his eyes relaxed, lips parted, his chest contracting and expanding rapidly. He's even bigger than before, thicker than before, the glimmering head of his penis pointing straight towards me.

"Have you ever measured it?" The question escapes my mouth before I have the time to think.

"Ten and a half inches..." Ari chuckles "Six and a half when I'm soft."

"...Fuck. "

My hands trail down to my belt and begin unbuckling it. Within seconds, I see Ari step forward and drop down to his knees in front of me. His cock hitting the wooden floor momentarily as it bounces down, his thighs bulking up even more than before.

"Please, let me do this." His eyes pleading with me.

"Do whatever you want." I smirk

His hands fling the buckle open and pull the belt out of my jeans. He throws it to the ground and begins undoing my fly. His biceps tighten and relax as he moves around, his chest crushing itself like dough, he stares at my body as though I'm nothing but a hunk of meat for him to use... He is for real, this is for real. His vigor subsides as he prepares to pull my jeans off.

He digs his fingers under the denim, smirking to himself, rolling them down to my ankles. I kick them away, the same way he kicked his boxers away moments earlier. I flex my thighs for him. Mine may not be as thick as his, but I still worked hard on them. I watch his giant dick throb yet again, Ari's closed palm slowly stroking it, his precum dripping in thin strings down to the wooden floor. I need him - I need him to do everything to me.

He glares at the shape of my erection pressing against my underwear, but then reverts his gaze back into my eyes instead. He lingers for a second before standing back up, staring down.

"Fuck sake." Ari hisses to himself.

I frown, looking down to what he's focusing on. His erection is at its peak - even bigger than before, pulsating rapidly, the strings of precum as heavy as I've ever seen.

"Is everything good?" I ask, worried.

Ari looks at me with his brow furrowed, his teeth clenched as though he's in pain.

"Yeah, I'm a bit too good..." He laughs. "... I almost just came, sorry."

Embarrassment floods his face. The idea of Ari losing control like that made my heartbeat accelerate.

"Dude, It's okay. Seriously. We're just enjoying ourselves here... If you find that you're more sensitive, we can try going slower."

"Yeah... Thank you. I don't want this to end earlier than it should." He smiles.

Ari closes his eyes, breathing in.

After a moment of hesitation, I break the silence.

"Can I kiss you"

As though it was a command, he buries his lips into mine - pulling my body closer to his own. All ten inches of his slick member pressing against me, sliding under my hoodie and up my abdomen. I feel him moan against my lips. His stubble scrapes mine as he pushes himself onto me, harder, his breath mixing with mine, so sweet, so clear, I can't get enough of it.

My hands find their way under his shirt and begin tracing every little groove, every tiny shifting muscle on his back I can find. I feel him thumping his hip against me, rubbing his massive fucking cock against me. His hands easing slowly into the hair at the back of my head, ruffling it.

He suddenly grabs me by the shoulders, pulling me inches away from him.

"We should go to my room..." He murmurs.

He laughs as he pushes me backwards through the hallway all the way to his room. The light is dimmer here, the window lets low saturated rays of light shine in onto the bed and against the walls. His floor is completely clean - except for a single piece of stained cloth shoved underneath the bed - there's miscellaneous CD's propped next to a framed picture on his window sill and nothing but a bottle of lotion sat on his night stand.

I point to the bottle;

"How long has it been since you last jacked off here, eh?" I say jokingly.

He grabs my hoodie and tears it off to reveal a plain tank top underneath, shoving me onto his bed with a determined look on his face.

"Probably a little over a week ago..." he grins. "... thinking about you.."

My breathing getting irregular.

*Fuck... I'm hard... *

He steps closer, giving me a shy look.

Despite the fact that Ari is staring at me wearing nothing but an old shirt, I still feel strangely exposed with only my boxers briefs on to cover my erection.

"You're so fucking hot, man." The sentence seems to jump out of him like it's recited.

"I can't take it anymore... " He whispers to himself, climbing onto the bed. "I want to see you, please... Take... Take all this shit off." Those dark eyes of his swallow me whole, pleading with me once again.

He carefully yanks the top over my head, exposing my bare torso. He pauses, staring at my muscle, his erect cock swaying in the air - leaking precum on my thighs.

"Is this good?" I ask, slightly self-conscious .

"Are you kidding? You're fucking beautiful."

He places his hand on my chest, squeezing it as though he's making sure it's real. He lingers on one of my nipples, sliding his fingers over it, staring at me as he does so.

"Dude... Fuck. You're gonna make me cum if you keep going." I moan, my voice breaking.

A devilish smile appears on Ari's face.

"Noted." He says with his voice lower than before.

He lowers his head to my briefs, sliding his face against my erection. I twitch as I feel his stubble scratch me through the moist cloth. The damn things are soaking wet with precum by now, I think to myself. He looks up at me.

"May I?"

I lift my hips off the bed by an inch or two as he slowly rolls the drenched boxers off of me. My cock springs out of the fabric, Ari staring at it with his lips parted - hungry. He climbs on top of my hip and crouches down slightly, pinning my erection under his.

"You're so much bigger than me dude, it's insane" I feel slightly pathetic with his cock on top of mine.

"How many inches are you?"

"A little over seven." I say, defeated.

I wrap my palm around the both of us and slowly begin stroking our erections against each other.

A loud whimper escapes Ari.

"Fuck. Please no, please... please stop."

His whole body leans forward, pinning his huge arms over me as he shudders. His breathing gets uneven and his cock begins thrashing around. He releases an unusually large amount of precum which slowly drips down onto my cock like clear honey.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't realize you were that close." I panic.

Ari smiles at me

"It's fine, crisis averted, I didn't cum yet." He lets out a short laugh.

He's on top of me, staring me down. I can smell his sweat. His huge biceps cover most of my field of vision, bulging out like round rocks underneath his skin. His bare legs are half-spread, kneeling above my hip with his cock drooling on top of mine. I want to see his torso. I grab the seams of his shirt and pull them up to his chest, he sits back letting me pull the fabric over his head and drop it on the floor.

He begins methodically shuffling through the hair at the back of his head, arms flexed and his chest outstretched as he does so.

He's here in front of me, completely bare, completely unbothered. The coat of dark hair covering his entire body drenched in sweat - glistening - his nipples peeking out of the furry cover like two pointed pebbles. The jet black streaks of hair inside his underarms beckon me, how many times have I wished to bury my face in them? Taste the beads of sweat dripping off them? His pecs protrude out of his chest like giant slabs of clay - flexing, stretching, blending into his biceps. That rock hard abdomen of his tightening and expanding with heavy breaths, forming into a beefy six-pack each time he exhales. My eyes trail down from his belly button, past his pronounced Adonis belt down to his gigantic erection.

Fuck, I want to taste it so bad...

His balls sway from side to side as he readjusts his balance from one leg to the other. His thighs, his calves, his legs are the size of his fucking hip - the muscles in them like dark, heavy brush strokes.

Ari's hands finally jolt off his head, the long dark hair dropping from his tied bun down to his shoulders and over his chest. He flicks the hair band off onto the night stand before momentarily ruffling through his hair.

"The bun was getting annoying, I hope you don't mind."

I climb up to him, burying my face in his chest. I slowly slide my face up to look him straight in the eye, my tongue extended, tasting the trickle of sweat between his massive pecs - salty. Ari leans in, letting out a low growl. My tongue makes its way to his nipple, slowly flipping it over and over in my mouth. Ari's groaning gets louder. I wrap my hand around his wrist and raise it upwards, exposing his underarm again. Pulling him in, I let Ari's body fall against mine and bury my face inside.

I feel his everything grinding against me. His chest, his legs, his cock... Leaning on top of me - moaning in pleasure. I devour his underarm, soaked with sweat, the hair coarse, the soft muscle shifting against my lips as I make my way through. I breathe him in, this is a fucking man... And he's mine.

I pull away, placing my hand on his chest. I lightly pushing him off and watch him stumble off the bed into an uneven stance.

"Use me, Ari." I say, desperate.

I lay on my back, letting my head hang upside down off the side of the mattress with my mouth open - his dick perfectly level with me.

"Dude, I don't think it'll fit." Ari mumbles, staring at his cock.

"Just do it."

He lifts his drooling member up and lets it prop itself against my face. This thing is fucking heavy. His balls lay against my forehead - warm and so incredibly tender - his cock stretching all the way down to my collar bone, dripping wet.

"I'm ready." I say, taking a deep breath.

Ari slides his entire length across my face, my stubble surely scratching the soft skin as he does so. He pauses once the tip of his cock reaches my lips. I open wide.

Ari slowly slides in. I feel my mouth expanding, my Adam's apple rising up once his girth fills my throat. The base of his shaft meets my lips, his balls pressed against my forehead once again, his thighs leaning against me with full force - flexed. He's filled me completely. The salty taste of him engulfs my tongue, I feel myself instinctively begin contracting my throat, attempting to swallow him.

His voice breaks into a swear.

"Shit, man..." He groans. "... you feel fucking amazing."

A long moan escapes his throat. Attempting to suppress it, he swiftly covers his mouth with his hand and thrusts further into me - he cries out even louder.

I feel him wrap his hand around my neck as he begins sliding out.

"I can feel my cock through you." His voice is shaking.

I breathe in as he slips out of my mouth - his cock slick with spit, dangling between his legs.

"Ari, please. I can take it." The words come out desperate.

He smiles, grabbing his cock again.

"Here I come."

He thrusts forward, slamming his hips against me. The pressure stuns me for a moment before he pulls away and thrusts into me for a second time, and a third, and a fourth, and again, and again, and again, and-

He's fucking me.

He lets out a dark, gravelly tone. The slick sound of his cock fucking my throat fills the room. I let out a muffled moan as I place my fingers on my nipples, twisting them hard. My erect cock sways rhythmically alongside Ari's thrusts, precum dripping out of it like water out of a broken faucet.

He slips out.

"Breathe in fast, please, do it for me. I need more." His voice sounds breathless.

I breathe in and pull him in by his thighs, mashing them against me - his cock slamming inside me like a sword into its sheath.

Ari stands still at first before letting out a loud growl, finally letting himself go. I feel his palms pin my chest down, grabbing my pecs to support his weight. He begins plowing my throat like a piston, his thighs smashing against me, his balls slapping my face with loud thumps.

He roars.

"... You have no idea how many times I've imagined fucking you!"

I grab him by his ass cheeks, pulling him harder inside me with each thrust. The size of his meaty behind barely fitting into my open hands.

"...How many times I've imagined touching you..."

He pulls away just long enough for me to breathe before slamming back into me.

"... Your cock... Fuck... It's better than I ever dreamed..."

His fingers trail my nipples before violently grabbing my shaft with his other hand, he slowly strokes it down to its base - pulling my foreskin down as he does so. I'm slick with precum... And so fucking close to unloading into his hands.

He pulls out again, his hand still on my cock - stroking it slowly.

"I'm close." I muster, gasping for air.

"I am, too." Ari breathes.

I watch his body lean forward and ram into me one last time. The sweat seeping off of him trickles into my mouth, his thighs practically crushing me underneath their power. I need him to cum, I need to taste his cum inside me.

Ari's torso drops on top of mine, grinding against me - his long hair trailing my thighs, his drenched muscle trapping me underneath its weight. I feel his grip around my cock tighten, stroking me faster and faster.

"Oh Fuck... Fuck... " He groans.

Ari's voice becomes louder, rougher, his thrusts slowly picking up even more speed, the salty taste of him inside me getting more and more pronounced by the second.

The rhythmic thrusting comes to a sudden stop. He pushes his ten inch cock as deep as he can inside of me, his hips bashing my head back as he does so. I muster a moan with the little air I have left. I feel his cock begin to throb in my throat, his balls twitching up and down... I think he's about to...

"fuck... FUCK!" His voice echoes through the room.

Every single muscle in his body constricts. I feel his ass flex as he leans his full weight against me, his hand stroking my cock aggressively with an unforgiving grip.

His thighs begin to tremble, his back arches;

"I CAN'T FUCKING HOLD IT! I'M CUMMING!"

His desperate scream sends me over the edge. I unload into Ari's clenched palms as he begins thumping his hips into me with insatiable determination. Ari's loud cries tremor through my body as that pumping cock fills my throat with his warm, thick cum.

I'm drowning in it, he's fucking it into me. The thick white liquid bursts out of my mouth - dripping to the floor- I try swallowing but it keeps coming.

Ari yanks his manhood out of me and lets go of my erupting cock, letting it spew uncontrolled. I gasp for air, a thick string of pure white semen stretches from my mouth to the tip of his enormous cock - still throbbing, still gushing cum.

"FUCK! I'M STILL CUMMING!"

He pounces onto my chest, his dick momentarily bending down underneath him before springing back up, propping itself straight between my pecs. He presses his thighs against my sides like a vice and begins begins fucking my torso - desperately riding out his orgasm. I feel myself unleashing my final load as Ari's chest pins down my cock, his chest hair coarse and warm... covered in sweat. My whole body thrashes with him on top of me, his balls neatly resting on my neck and his ass - less than an inch above my face - clenching... relentlessly pumping forward. I hear him cry out again as another load shoots out of him, the white liquid pooling atop my six-pack.

As my orgasm fades away, his begins to as well. His thrusts start slowing down, his voice reduces to a whimper. The sound of his pelvis slamming into me fades into a calming, slick grind as he gently rubs his cock against me. His body eventually relaxes, motionlessly laying on top of me - his breathing still heavy.

"I kinda lost it there... Sorry." His voice nothing but a whisper.

"You made me fucking lose it inside you, Shit!"

He pushes his chest up, looking down. His whole body glistens with sweat, his cock still twitching against my skin.

Ari's cum starts trickling down onto the bed. I feel him rise carefully off of me and roll to the side, laying on his back, his softening cock drooping against his thigh.

I sit up, looking over to the window. The sun has set, a soft mauve glow fills the room as we stare at each other, tired. He came everywhere, long thick streaks of semen trickle down from my face to my abdomen like white paint. He gazes at the mess he left behind, the stains on his bedsheets, the drenched clothes... me. Embarrassed, his head drops back with his hand over his eyes. I watch him squeeze the last few drops of cum out of his cock, smearing it absent-mindedly against his chest.

I climb up to him and lay down by his side, gently placing my hand around his body. I watch his lips form a soft smile as I whisper;

"Let's do this again sometime."