Better Late Than Never, Mate

by Brandt Stoff

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“Hey mate. We haven’t spoken in a long time, and I know it’s mostly my fault, but I've been thinking about you a lot lately. I lost that French Connection hat you bought me ages ago - so gutted! Was wondering what you are up to these days. Don’t have a number for you anymore. Hit me up, maybe we can meet for a pint or something, it’d be nice.”

I look at the message in my inbox, and read it two, maybe three times. I haven’t seen Nic in almost six years, and we barely spoke for almost seven. I let out a sigh and close the message, pushing my lips out as I try and reformulate him in my head.

He’s not what you’d call an oil painting, but has a certain rough boyish charm. Short-ish with a stocky build, he has pale skin and big icy blue eyes and a sneering smile. His face still bears faint scars from teenage years struggling with bad skin, a beanie hat permanently pulled low over his head. Slightly baggy jeans hide a surprisingly substantial cock, heavy balls swinging behind loose boxer shorts.

Subconsciously lifting my brows, I let out another sigh as the picture comes into focus in my mind, and I lean back in my chair. “Nicholas, you sexy motherfucking pikey…” I think to myself, feeling my bulge swelling as events from days gone by start running through my head.

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The first time I got wind of his hidden treasures, was not long after we met:

He was 18 and I was 24, and I started working as a commis chef at the restaurant where he was the lead waiter. His girlfriend at the time, Poppy, was also working there, and he was coming into the kitchen regularly to chat to her, only to eye me up and down.

Nic was a little stand-offish with me at first, talking to me only when he had to, but eventually over a couple of weeks we started joking around with each other and cracking one-liners. Soon he was over at my station more often then at Poppy’s, clearly enjoying my company.

One evening, when we both had off, he invited me out with them for some drinks and a game of pool at a local bar. After a nail biting finish I beat him, and preceded to make fun of all his bravado during the game. “So you think you can play with the big boys, huh? Turns out you still have an eensy, weensy little willy mate!” I teased, gesturing with my little finger.

“Fuck off!” he snarled laughingly, before giving Poppy a kiss, adding, “I need to go for a piss…”

“Charming…” she replied, then asked if we fancied another round of drinks.

“Sure,” I said, “but here, it's my round. Take some money, I need to go too.”

I saw Nic standing at the middle urinal as I entered the toilets, his Adidas-cladded feet planted wide apart, looking down while noisily pissing. I took the urinal to the left of him, unbuttoned and flopped my dick out, sighing as I felt the stream flowing out.

“Fancy another game, mate?” he asked. “I still need to whip your arse…” he laughed.

“You can try…” I answered, looking towards him. He chuckled as I found my eyes moving down, to my surprise seeing his hand holding a heavy, fat cock that at first I thought might be erect, if it didn’t wobble so lazily as he shook the last drops of piss off at the end.

“Hey – what the fuck you staring at!” he joked, as he caught me looking.

“Hmph - not that tiny then,” I shrugged, as I buttoned up again, shooting him a sideways glance, diffusing the situation.

“Yeah, whatever mate…” he smiled. “Come on, your turn to pack the balls.”

“Indeed,” I found myself thinking.

After that night I couldn’t get the sight of that weighty polony hanging from his fingers in the dim-light out of my head. I already knew it would only get more complicated from here on out.

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The second time I had a sausage encounter with Nic, was much later on in our friendship - the night I spilled the beans on being bi:

We came back to his place following a night of out. He made some toasted cheese sandwiches in his tiny kitchen, and we sat drinking another beer, chatting about the night, as he told me which girls he fancied and which ones he wanted to fuck.

Dragging on his cigarette, he asked me if there was anyone who made me horny that night. Assisted by Dutch courage, I decided to mention two names: Emma, to which he nodded, adding enthusiastically, “Great tits as well, she had…” and then David, a friend of Emma’s.

He seemed shocked at first, as he processed the idea, looking at me with narrowed eyes. “He made you horny?” he asked.

“Well,” I said, “I wouldn’t mind having a threesome with the two of them.” His confusion turned to intrigue as a grin crawled onto his face. “Yeah?” he asked.

“Uh-huh. You wouldn’t wanna have a threesome like that?” I replied.

“I would, but probably with two pussies, rather than an extra prick!” he laughed.

I explained that I would love to impale Emma from the front, with David plugging her asshole from behind at the same time, both of us filling her up with our cream like a spunk eclair. I could feel myself getting aroused as I talked about it.

“Hmm, that would be pretty hot, I guess…” he offered. “Would you touch him too, though?” he asked carefully.

“Off course,” I replied.

“You bi?” he asked, surprised.

“Uh-huh,” I answered, as I felt my dick starting to strain against my boxers.

“Didn’t see that coming…” he answered. “Have you been with another guy before?” he tentatively continued.

“Only while fooling around with a girl,” I lied, sensing his slight unease. “You know, she takes turns sucking on our cocks, or one fingers her cunt while she tit-wanks the other… That kinda thing. I find it fucking hot though!” I finished, completely turned on by the talk.

“Ah, ok,” he laughed. “I guess. Whatever floats your boat mate,” he shrugged. “Listen, I’m ready to hit the sack. You are welcome to crash on my couch if you want.”

I looked over at the single-seat comfy chair in the small front room. “Bit small, isn’t it?” I replied. “You have a big double in your room, don’t you?” I asked, optimistically hinting.

“Yeah, but…” He looked at me suspiciously.

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna molest you,” I laughed.

Eventually he agreed to share his bed, as long as we slept top and tail. I jumped at the chance.

Later that night I woke up still so horny from the chat, and the idea of his fat, juicy cock so close to me in the pitch darkness. I could hear him breathing heavily and irregularly in his sleep, sounding like he’s having a hot dream.

I could feel my heartbeat quickening, as I carefully started moving my hand closer to him, slowly gliding it across the mattress. I froze as my fingertips reached his warm thigh under the duvet, but I kept my hand there, listening to his breathing.

Using his leg as a guide, I started moving my hand further after a few seconds, eventually reaching the soft fabric from his boxers. I too was now breathing heavily, as I felt my cock getting harder with the idea of what I was about to do.

My fingers located the fly as I circled the button with my finger. As his breaths continued to intensify, I carefully squeezed the small button through its hole, opening his fly. He didn’t wake up.

By now my heart was pounding in my chest, my cock anxiously digging into the mattress as I contemplated my next move.

Warily I slipped a finger inside the fly, as my probing digit tentatively searched out flesh. An electrical current shot through my arm as my fingertip made contact with warm, soft skin. As I touched his dick, his breathing deepened, arousing me and spurring me on to try and go even further.

Trembling slightly, I ran my finger along his shaft, as I sensed it starting to swell from my touch. I held still as I felt his cock growing, resting heavily on my finger in the dark. It felt incredible.

Very carefully my thumb joined the party, running over the bump of his foreskin covering his head’s distinct ridge. Listening to his irregular breathing, and hearing my heartbeat echo in my ears, I delicately pulled his growing meat out of his fly, pulling my hand away quickly and resting it on the mattress after it flopped out, pretending to be asleep in case he woke up.

He didn’t. I listened to his breathing normalise again, as I felt a drop of pre-cum escape my rock hard cock. Again I moved my hand back, still craving more. I ran two fingers along either side of his expanding shaft that now hung free outside his boxers, gauging its size, gently encouraging it.

It warmly filled my palm as I softly gripped it, very carefully pulling back his foreskin, revealing a slightly moist, tapering head and big piss slit. I returned my hand back to my face, quietly spat on my fingers, before gently massaging his swollen prick under the duvet.

I heard his breathing intensifying again in the dark, as I continued to stimulate his plump head, massaging his frenulum with my spit, as he carried on ploughing that wet pussy in his dreams, moaning softly every now and then.

My own cock was now oozing pre-cum into the mattress as I started subtly humping the bed, answering his moans with a soft moan of my own, the smell of cock filling the small council house bedroom.

His thick, heavy meat felt incredible under my wet fingers, and I felt the urge to start stroking it properly under the dark of the duvet, wanting to grip it firmly in my hand and experience its impressive girth.

Suddenly his heavy breathing and moaning stopped. I yanked my sticky hand away quickly, my heart pounding in my ears as I heard him cough, then turn over facing away from me, and everything was silent again.

I eventually fell asleep again as well, deciding to not push my luck any further that night.

The next morning Nic told me he thought he might have had a wet dream during the night. I almost choked on my coffee.

“Yeah, mate… I woke up at some point, not sure what time, but my cock was all hard and wet. Knew I should have pulled that redhead at the bar, her tight pussy would have sorted me right out - you know what I mean!” he laughed.

“Yeah…” I nodded, agreeing nervously. “We could have banged her together, even,” I tested.

“Hmmm, maybe…” he replied.

Not long after, I almost clogged up his shower, as I furiously knocked out my lust-juice in thick creamy ropes running down the drain, imagining secretly touching him further without his knowledge, making him pump his cum in between my fingers, my hand pretending to be the red head’s tight wet hole.

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The 3rd encounter, I got even closer:

The night of his 19th birthday we went out drinking, and ended up in a typical meat-market type nightclub – bad music playing, alcohol flowing and lads pulling girls in barely-there outfits.

At some point during the night, Nic bumped into an ex-fling of his, Aims, and her friend Stacy. We ended up dancing and drinking with them till the early morning hours, all four of us enjoying the same level of intoxication.

Since Nic was single again, he was intently trying to pull Aims, grinding behind her on the dance floor, eager for a birthday fuck with an old flame. Eventually they kissed, and as I looked on from the seating at the edge, I couldn’t help wishing he was grinding into me like that with his thick meat.

We all walked back to my place together, as I lived the closest, drunkenly chatting and laughing. Once there, Stacy started making a move on me, sitting on my lap and flirting with me.

Although she wasn’t really my type, I went along with it. I could sense where all this might be heading towards, as I looked over at Nic eating Aims’ face and rubbing her ass with his fat fingers on the sofa next to me.

After pulling Stacy in for a snog, I peeked over towards where Nic was groping Aims. We made eye contact as I grabbed Stacy’s heavy tit in my hand, squeezing it and feeling her nipple stiffening as she let out a lustful moan. He grinned at me, winking.

“Do you think your friend will be up for a bit of fun as well?” I whispered into her ear, my hand up her top, carefully tracing the outline of her hard nipple with my fingertip, as she breathed heavily in my neck.

“I don’t see why not,” she whispered back, “she’s been game before!” she giggled. “How about your friend?” she asked as she started rubbing my hardening cock through my jeans.

“Dunno…” I answered, “maybe you girls can convince him,” I suggested, suddenly very aroused by the idea of a foursome featuring Nic’s fantastically thick fuck-stick.

“Leave it to me…” she smiled, and pulled away from me, whispering something into Aims’ ear. Second later Aims was kissing Stacy deeply, who then pulled away to kiss me, still rubbing my throbbing cock through the fabric, her other hand slipping in between Aims’ legs who started kissing Nic again.

“Aren’t you boys gonna show us the bedroom?” Aims asked, winking at me.

“Sure, come on,” I replied, “I got a big bed…”

“Not the only thing that’s big in here…” Stacy giggled, as she grabbed my dick like a door handle, pulling me up by my jeans. Aims took Nic’s hand, pulling him up as well as we headed towards my room.

Once on the bed Aims and Stacy took turns to suck my tongue as they undid my fly and pulled of my jeans. Nic was reluctantly sitting on his knees on the corner of the bed, but I could clearly make out his bulge pressing heavily against his trousers as he watched events unfolding in the dark.

“Hey mate, why don’t you make one of these hotties wet,” I said laughingly, “So we can sort them out later!” The girls giggled at this, beckoning him closer.

Without answering or making eye contact he moved forward, grabbing Aims’ crotch from behind, as she started pulling my oozing dick out of my boxers. Stacy turned around and climbed on top of me, already having taken her panties off. I saw her ass coming towards my face, before she hollowed out her back, pushing her flaps onto my face. I smelled her cunt, as I felt a hand wrapping around my moist meat.

I heard Nic’s zipper being pulled down, and I imagined his veiny, hard cock coming out to join the party. I let out a moan, as they started stroking my cock, the girls also noisily kissing each other.

Lifting my hand towards Aims’ crotch, my fingers met what I think might have been Nic’s, but in the dark I couldn’t be sure. Her panties pulled to one side, together we rubbed her pussy all wet, probing and teasing her moist clit. She started moaning as we simultaneously started crawling deeper inside, our fingers slipping and sliding against each other.

With my one hand still fondling Aims’ pussy, I suddenly felt a different hotter, bodily object against my skin. Nic’s meat was brushing against my moist fingers, as he started pushing into her dripping slit.

I leaned forward as much as I could, my nose almost pushing into Stacy’s asshole, as I tried to grab hold of Nic’s pendulous balls that I knew must me swinging behind somewhere in the dark. Once firmly in my palm, I pulled his cock steadily deeper into her, making him let out a grunt.

“Jesus fuck, argh…” she moaned.

“Big boy, isn’t he?” I asked, my voice slightly muffled by Stacy’s crotch. The sounds of wet kissing and heavy breaths filled the room.

“Wanna slide your cock in next to Big Boy’s? panted Aims. “My gash has space for one more I think…” she laughed lasciviously.

“You bet,” I answered in the dark, excited about having my meat glued to Nic’s inside her stretched hole.

I eagerly moved my body down the bed, pushing my legs further between Aims’, bringing my cock closer to her stuffed crotch, until my throbbing meat softly made contact with her wet lips. I could feel Nic’s super hard pole against the tip of my head, as I attempted my entry manoeuvre.

“Err, sorry mate,” Nic suddenly said, “I’m actually a little weirded out by all this to be honest… Can we go in the other room Aims? I think I’d rather fuck in there…”

“Erm… Yeah babe, sure…” she answered, sounding a little surprised. “Have fun you two, looks like we’re going next door!” she called over her shoulder as Nic led her outside.

“I can tell you’re also disappointed…” Stacy said as I felt my cock starting to loose its firmness under her touch. “But I really wanna cum now, I’m so wet,” she stated. “Is that ok with you, honey?”

“Yeah, of course…” I replied, as I started licking Stacy’s hairy cunt again, imagining how hot it would have been if Nic started pushing his fat, fuck rod into it, me lapping at his shaft as he shoved it in and out of her hole, coating it with spit as her lips were stretched around it. I felt my flesh pole seeping out more pre-cum as I continued licking.

Soon she was moaning the house down, swearing wildly and pushing herself into my face as deep as it would go. I could barely breathe and was already worrying about the neighbours with her volume increasing still.

“Argh FUCK! Yeah, lick that cunt worm, harder, HARDER. Fuck yeah, shit, argh, urgh, ARGH!” As she came, she grabbed my head in her hands, squeezing my ears roughly, and scratching my neck with her nails.

Finally peeling herself off my face, she kissed me gently. “Your turn now, babe…” she gasped.

“You know what… I’m good actually, don’t bother,” I said. She looked at me with a mixture of surprise and irritation.

“Really?” she replied. “Ok then… Say - you a little homo for your buddy there?” she asked, a little sarcastically.

“Hmm, CLEARLY,” I hit back.

“Yeah, whatever mate,” she answered, starting to collect her panties and skirt.

“Sorry, I’m exhausted,” I added, turning on my side, as I noticed the dark blue pre-dawn sky out the window.

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist Love, I’m off now anyway,” she said, as she stomped towards the door, and disappeared down the stairs. After a few minutes I heard Aims’ voice, and after a bit of commotion I heard the front door close and silence filled the room again.

When I finally woke up later that morning, Nic had already gone as well.

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My 4th encounter with Nic’s dick, was the hardest, so to speak.

By this time we’ve been good friends for a few years, but I still hadn’t gotten the chance to get my hands, or any other body part for that matter, on that majestically thick cock yet, and I could feel myself becoming obsessed with the idea.

It was no secret anymore that I fancied him and his amazing appendage, and sometimes I think he enjoyed the attention and the tension this created, and didn’t necessarily shy away from it.

One day Nic texted me asking if I could cut his hair, as I had a pair of clippers I used to trim my stubble and hair on my neckline. He had a date with some floozy named Tiff later that evening, and couldn’t get an appointment at the barber’s.

He turned up in his glad rags, looking ruggedly handsome, giving me a one hand grab-and-chest-bump combo greeting as he entered. I couldn’t help but feel jealous of the intense workout Tiff’s lousy pussy might receive in a few hours time.

I placed a barstool in the bathroom, and got the clippers ready. “I don’t want to get hair all over me,” he said. “Have you got a sheet or something to wrap around me?”

“No, not really… I’m not actually a barber, you know,” I replied. “Just go commando,” I suggested optimistically. “You can always have a quick shower afterwards.”

“You’d love that wouldn’t you, mate!” he hit back. “Seriously though, have you got something I can put on that you don’t mind getting full of hair?”

I thought for a second. “Is a pair of swimming shorts ok?” I asked.

“Yeah, that’ll do I guess.”

I handed him the smallest, shortest ones I owned, smiling. “Here.”

“Bit small, innit?” he protested.

“Just fucking put it on. You want your hair cut or not?”

“Oooooh, someone’s on the blob!” he teased. “Alright, alright.”

He started undressing, looking me straight in the eyes. He took of his jacket, hung it over the door, then unbuttoned his shirt and wriggled out of it, still looking directly at me.

Next he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off, before removing his socks. Regaining his balance, I saw his heavy package swinging behind the lightweight fabric of his boxers, knocking against it, before jiggling to a standstill.

“Here comes your favourite part,” he grinned, pulling down his boxers, eye contact still in force.

His soft cock was thick and veiny, half clinging to his low hanging balls, neat bush of pubes sat overhead. His foreskin covered three-quarters of the head, and I could just make out his lengthy piss slit poking out. As he stepped out of his boxers, it lazily swung from side to side, five inches of un-inflated flesh, the width of a baby’s arm.

“May I present: the family jewels…” he laughed, as he slapped it from side to side between his legs, before pulling on the swim short, his balls flopping heavily inside, his dick needing a hand getting in. I could feel my pulse slowly escalating and my crotch feeling suddenly warm, as I plugged the clippers in.

I started cutting at the top, brushing his hair with my hand as I wet along. Next I moved down the back, cutting the hair on his neck, my hand resting on his head. There was not much chat, and all I could hear was our breathing and the buzz from the clippers.

By the time I got to his sides, I placed my hand on his shoulder to steady myself. I felt the heat radiating off his warm body, and I became aware of both our breathing being slightly heavier than before.

He closed his eyes as I carefully trimmed around his forehead, then his ears, gently pulling and holding onto his earlobes. It was super soft under my touch, and I felt an electricity between us as I held the side of his head in my hand.

I looked down to notice his nipples had become completely erect, as we both continued to breathe heavily, so close to each other’s faces.

“That tickles…” he whispered, as I cut around his ear with the scissors.

“How’s that?” I whispered back, as he looks over to the mirror.

“Yeah, that’s good mate. Keep going…” he answered in a low voice, licking his lips.

“Can you turn the other way now…” I asked.

As he lifted from the stool, I noticed a definitive increase is size to his bulge, suddenly seemingly straining against the thin fabric. I gulped slightly.

I continued cutting on the other side, becoming decidedly more physically tactile while keeping a close watch on the butternut squash that seemed to be growing in his shorts.

With his breathing also sounding more and more aroused, I couldn’t stop my dick from becoming firmer and firmer. As I tenderly held and subtly squeezed his shoulder, I watched his cock twitch against his thigh. He was holding on to the sides of the stool with his hands, his arms and elbows extending backwards at an angle.

“You alright?” I whispered into his ear.

“Uh-huh…” he replied. “Top notch.”

As I moved around him, I softly pressed my firm bulge up against his arm. To my surprise he didn’t move away, but instead very slightly moved his elbow from side to side, brushing against my moist boner through my trousers, his eyes still closed, his body dusted with short cut hairs. I let out an almost inaudible moan.

My heart was now beating out of my chest and I seemed to have a lump in my throat as I asked him to face me again. As he stood up, I saw that he is definitely also now sporting a raging boner. Sitting down, his thick, hard cock sat squashed against his thigh in the tight, shiny shorts, the fat head almost poking out the end.

“Time to finish you off,” I said in a hushed tone.

“Alright mate,” came his bated reply.

I started flicking away the tiny cut hairs from his forehead with the clipper’s brush, moving around his ears and onto his neck repeating the same process, as I felt a drop of pre-cum escape the tip of my swollen cock.

As I started brushing off his shoulders, I saw him swallowing hard. I moved down to the top of his chest, flicking hairs off his soft pale skin, and then ran the brush teasingly slowly towards his erect nipples, flicking away more hair as slowly as I could, making them as stiff as I possible.

“Am I brushing too hard?” I asked softly.

“Nah, it’s alright,” he whispered back, as I spot a dark, wet patch appear and slowly spread on the stretched fabric of my swim shorts.

“I’m so horny right now…” I whispered.

“Yeah mate, me too actually…” he replied softly.

I knelt down in front of him, placing a hand on his warm thigh. I felt his breath against my face, as I saw his heart also rapidly drumming his skin. I slowly moved the brush down his chest, onto his abs – flicking with the bristles as I continued removing loose hair.

When I got to the shorts, I saw his thick meat bulging under the fabric. I started brushing hair off the waistband, and then slowly worked my way towards his swollen fuck-stick oozing sticky sap. I swept the brush along his shaft, flicking away hair, as I sensed him starting to tremble slightly.

“There’s still lots of hair on your cock…” I whispered.

“Yeah… lots more…” he answered, barely audible.

As I brushed his cock, it responded by trying to break free from the fabric in a restraint jerking motion. I kept at it for a while, feeling his heavy breaths on my forehead.

Eventually I put the brush down. “Just need to get the last few off for you...”

He doesn’t answer, just nodding, his eyes still half-closed, gripping the sides of the stool with his hands, breathing hard.

As I touched his hot, hard meat with my hand, more pre-cum seeped into the fabric. I started gently rubbing it through the fabric, squeezing along its full-fleshed, girthy length.

“Ah yeah,” I said, “I’ve wanted to get my hands on your cock for ages…”

“Wait, stop mate,” he blurted out suddenly, his eyes having opened and his hand pushing mine away. “Stop touching me.”

“Why?” I asked, “I can tell you’re into it…”

“I’m not a fag…”

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That last sentence still runs through my mind as I open his message again later that evening. “Yeah right,” I find myself thinking, “not at all…”

Eventually, after reading it one more time, I decide to reply, but telling him what I was too scared to say then, to tell him clearly what I really always wanted to say. Apart from working together and going out and getting laid, we didn’t really have that much in common in the end, his friendship hasn’t really left a void. But I do have another void that can do with filling…

I guess confidence comes with age and feeling comfortable in oneself. “He can either take it or leave it, as far as I am concerned,” I think to myself as I start typing:

“Hey Nic, good to hear from you. Things are good this end, hope all is well with you too. Sure, we can meet up for a drink or two if you want. But I do have a condition: I’m horny as hell. I want to play with that juicy, thick cock of yours, otherwise I can’t be bothered – no offence mate. Lemme know.”

As I press the send button, I watch the mail move into my Outbox folder, before disappearing and reappearing in my Sent folder. The point of no return.

I have no idea how Nic will react to my blunt straightforwardness. Nothing to do now but wait and see – time will tell…