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I couldn't believe how the evening had unfolded, but let's start from the beginning. It was one of those sweltering summer nights where the air hung heavy and sticky, making every movement feel languid. Jack and I were tangled up on our couch back home, his massive frame pressing me into the cushions as our lips crashed together in a heated make-out session. At 20, I wasn't some gym rat—sure, I hit the weights now and then, keeping my 1.80m frame toned enough, with my blondish-brown hair tousled from his fingers running through it. My normal-sized cock was already straining against my tiny shorts, the kind that barely covered my shaped butt, paired with a sleeveless shirt that left my arms exposed to the humid air.
Jack, my 23-year-old boyfriend, towered over me at 1.92m, his hairy, muscular body radiating heat. That slight belly of his just made him sexier, more real, and I loved tracing my hands over the coarse hair dusting his chest and trailing down to his thick, veiny 18cm cock that I knew was hardening beneath his clothes. His kisses were rough, demanding, his tongue invading my mouth as he ground against me, making me moan into him.
But then his phone buzzed insistently on the coffee table, shattering the moment. Jack groaned, pulling back with a frustrated sigh, and grabbed it. I watched his face shift from lust to concern as he answered. 'Tyler? What's up, man?' His voice softened, and I sat up, adjusting my shorts. Tyler was Jack's childhood buddy, 19 years old, skinny with barely any body hair, the kind of average-looking guy—maybe a 5/10—who'd wormed his way into my life too through Jack. Straight as an arrow, or so I thought, especially since he'd just broken up with his girlfriend that morning.
Jack listened, his brow furrowing deeper. 'Shit, dude, that sounds rough. Yeah, we'll come over. Grab some beers and we'll drink it out.' He hung up, turning to me with a sad smile. 'Tyler's a mess. Broke up today, crying his eyes out. Wants company at his studio apartment.' Our make-out heat evaporated, replaced by empathy. I nodded, feeling a pang for the guy. We'd gotten close lately—movie nights, dumb jokes—and seeing him hurt sucked.
We threw on casual stuff: I kept my tiny shorts and sleeveless shirt, perfect for the summer swelter; Jack stripped down to just his boxers once we got there, his hairy thighs and that bulge on full display. Tyler's place was a cramped studio, one big room with a bed against one wall, a couch facing it directly, and a tiny kitchenette. The AC was barely cutting the heat, so Tyler answered the door in nothing but boxers too, his skinny frame pale and unassuming, eyes red-rimmed.
'Guys... thanks for coming,' he mumbled, pulling us into awkward hugs. He looked devastated, shoulders slumped, that slight body hair—maybe a faint trail below his navel—barely noticeable in the dim light. We cracked open the beers we'd brought, a six-pack each, and settled in. Jack clapped him on the back, his muscular arm flexing. 'Tell us what happened, bro.'
Tyler sank onto the couch, cracking a beer and chugging half in one go. 'She just... said I wasn't enough. Dumped me out of nowhere.' His voice cracked, and I sat beside him, offering a sympathetic squeeze on his knee. 'That's bullshit, Ty. You're a great guy.' Jack nodded, pulling me onto his lap briefly before grabbing his own drink. We spent hours like that—stories flowing, laughter mixed with tears. Tyler opened up about the relationship, how it fizzled, and we shared our own dumb breakup tales to lighten the mood. Beers emptied fast; I paced myself, but Jack and Tyler hammered them down, their faces flushing, words slurring by midnight.
Eventually, exhaustion hit. 'Crash here,' Tyler insisted, waving off our protests. 'Bed's yours, guys. I'll take the couch.' The setup was intimate—the couch dead-on with the bed, no privacy in this tiny space. Jack stripped to his boxers again, his hairy chest rising and falling as he climbed under the thin sheet. I shimmied out of my shorts but kept the sleeveless shirt, my shaped butt peeking as I slid in beside him. Tyler dimmed the lights, sprawling on the couch in his boxers, facing us. The summer heat meant no covers really, just the sheet half-draped.
Sleep came fitfully for me, the alcohol buzzing in my veins. But sometime in the early hours, I stirred, feeling something thick and insistent nudging at my hole. Jack's veiny, hairy 18cm cock, rock-hard and leaking precum, pressing against me from behind. He'd woken earlier, his breath hot on my neck. 'Babe,' he whispered, voice husky with need, 'need you now.' His hand slid down, cupping my normal cock through my shirt, but I twisted slightly, glancing at the couch where Tyler lay still—or so I thought.
'Right in front of your friend?' I whispered back, half-joking, my heart racing at the thrill. Jack grinned in the dark, his teeth flashing. 'He's out cold. Come on.' He spat into his palm, slicking his fingers before pushing one against my tight hole. I bit my lip as he worked it in, slow circles stretching me, his other hand clamping over my mouth to muffle my gasps. The fingering built heat fast—his thick digit curling inside, hitting that spot that made my cock twitch and harden without even being touched. I rocked back subtly, eyes flicking to Tyler. Was he really asleep?
Jack added a second finger, scissoring me open, his hairy arm flexing with each thrust. My body betrayed me, ass clenching greedily, precum beading at my tip. After minutes of this teasing prep, Jack withdrew, lining up his thick cock. He pushed in slow, inch by veiny inch, the hair at his base tickling my skin as he bottomed out. I saw stars, the fullness overwhelming, but his hand stayed firm over my mouth. He started fucking then—deep, steady thrusts, his slight belly pressing into my back, hairy chest grinding against my shirt.
From my angle, facing the couch, I had a clear view of Tyler. His eyes were cracked open, watching us intently. His boxers tented obviously, his cock hardening beneath the fabric. Our gazes locked, shock widening my eyes over Jack's fingers. Tyler's hand drifted down, palming himself, then he lifted a finger to his lips—shush. Heat flooded me, a mix of embarrassment and forbidden excitement. Jack picked up pace, pounding my ass now, balls slapping softly, oblivious as he grunted low into my ear.
It didn't take long; Jack's rhythm faltered, his cock swelling inside me. 'Fuck, babe,' he murmured, and then he came, hot spurts flooding my hole, dripping out as he kept shallow thrusts. He pulled my hips closer, reaching around to grip my hard cock, stroking firmly. But I shook my head, whispering, 'Stop. Tonight's your day. Just wanna make you feel good.' Jack chuckled softly, satisfied, and rolled onto his side, turning his back to me. I spooned him from behind, my body still humming, cum leaking from my stretched hole onto the sheet.
Minutes passed in tense silence, my mind reeling from Tyler's stare. Then, a soft touch—fingers at my ass, probing the slick mess Jack left. I froze, glancing over Jack's shoulder. Tyler was up on one elbow, his skinny arm extended, sliding a finger into me. He pumped it gently at first, then deeper, curling to scoop out some cum. My breath hitched, cock twitching again. He met my eyes, a sly glint there, and mouthed, 'Come here.'
Heart pounding, I slipped from the bed silently, legs shaky, my sleeveless shirt riding up. Tyler sat up on the couch, spreading his legs wide, boxers straining. He crooked a finger, ordering me closer without a sound. I knelt between his thighs, the carpet rough under my knees. With a wicked smirk, he tugged down his boxers, and out sprang his cock—a monster, easily over 20cm, thick as my wrist, veiny but not overly hairy, just a neat patch at the base. It bobbed, precum glistening on the flared head, looking every bit like a horse's—long, girthy, intimidating.
My mouth fell open in shock, eyes wide. Tyler didn't hesitate; he grabbed the back of my head, pushing my face down onto it. The head stretched my lips, salty precum coating my tongue as he thrust forward, choking me instantly. 'Hush,' he whispered harshly, his free hand over my mouth now, though his cock muffled me more. 'Your boyfriend comes here to distract me 'cause I broke up, comes over and fucks you right in my face? Now I fuck you too.' His voice was low, vengeful, but laced with lust.
He facefucked me relentlessly, skinny hips bucking, that massive length hitting the back of my throat, making me gag and drool. Saliva poured from my lips, dripping down his shaft and balls, soaking the couch. I couldn't breathe properly, tears pricking my eyes, but my cock throbbed painfully, betraying how much I craved it. Tyler's fingers tangled in my blondish-brown hair, guiding me deeper. 'You love this cock, don't you? Bigger than his. Worship it.'
He pulled out briefly, strings of spit connecting us, and slapped the heavy meat against my cheek. 'Lick it. All of it.' Obeying, I dragged my tongue from base to tip, savoring the musky taste, tracing every vein. My hands joined, one cupping his balls—smooth, heavy—massaging them while I sucked the head, hollowing my cheeks. Tyler groaned softly, head falling back. 'Yeah, like that. Suck my balls too.' I did, taking one into my mouth, tongue swirling, inhaling his scent as he stroked himself above me.
But he wasn't done. 'Sit on it,' he ordered, voice a gravelly whisper. He leaned back, legs spread, cock standing proud. I hesitated, glancing at Jack's sleeping form, but the pull was too strong. Straddling the couch edge, facing him, I positioned myself over that beast. The head nudged my cum-slick hole, still loose from Jack but nowhere near ready for this girth. I sank down slow, inch by agonizing inch, my ring expanding painfully, a burn that made me whimper. It was the biggest I'd ever taken—stretching me to my limits, filling me impossibly full. Halfway in, I paused, tears welling, wanting to cry out.
'Close my mouth, please,' I begged softly, voice trembling. Tyler smirked, but instead of his hand, he shoved two fingers into my mouth, fucking it in time with his cock as I lowered further. The dual invasion—his digits pumping my throat, that horse cock spearing my ass—had me seeing stars. He twisted his fingers, making me suck them like a mini cock, saliva bubbling. Finally, I bottomed out, his pubes against my shaped butt, every nerve alight.
He pulled his fingers free, letting me gasp for air, then yanked me forward by my shirt. His lips attacked my neck, sucking hard enough to bruise, teeth grazing as he choked me lightly with one hand—fingers pressing my throat just enough to heighten the rush. His other hand roamed, pinching and twisting my nipple through the fabric, rolling it until it peaked painfully sensitive. 'Ride me,' he growled into my skin. 'Worship my body while you do.'
Lost in the pleasure-pain, I started bouncing, slow at first, my hole clenching around his thickness. But as waves built, I sped up, jumping harder, the slap of skin echoing louder than I cared—wet smacks of my ass meeting his thighs, his balls clapping against me. Tyler's free hand guided mine to his chest, making me trace his lean muscles, thumbs circling his small nipples. 'Feel that? Lick them.' I leaned in, tongue flicking one flat disc, sucking it into my mouth while my hips worked. He tasted salty, clean, his slight body hair tickling my lips as I moved to the other, worshipping with open-mouthed kisses down his abdomen.
He bucked up to meet me, fucking harder, his choke tightening just right. My nipple play from him sent jolts straight to my cock, untouched but leaking profusely. The sensations overwhelmed—his cock dragging my walls, neck bites marking me, fingers digging into my throat. I was full, owned, jumping frantically now, moans escaping despite the risk. 'I'm coming... fuck me harder,' I gasped, voice breaking.
Tyler obliged, slamming up with brutal force, his skinny frame belying the power. His hand squeezed my neck, the other yanking my shirt up to expose my chest, pinching both nipples now in alternation. I exploded without warning, cum erupting like a geyser—ropes shooting across his belly, some hitting his chest, a volcano of release that left me shuddering, vision blurring. I didn't see where it landed, just felt the hot spurts and the clench of my ass milking him.
'My turn,' Tyler hissed, eyes dark. He thrust deep one last time, burying that horse cock to the hilt, and unloaded. Thick jets of cum flooded me, more than Jack's, overflowing immediately, dripping down his shaft. 'I'll make you pregnant,' he whispered hotly, a twisted grin on his face as he held me down, ensuring every drop stayed inside.
Panting, legs like jelly, I lifted off him with a wet pop, cum gushing out, trailing down my thighs. I stumbled back to the bed, shaking, and curled around Jack from behind. My hand brushed his cock accidentally—or was it?—finding it rock-hard, precum slicking the tip. He stirred slightly but didn't wake, breath even. Tyler watched me settle, pulling up his boxers with a satisfied smirk, then rolled over as if nothing happened.
Morning came with hangovers and awkward silences. We nursed coffees, Tyler thanking us for the company, Jack none the wiser—or so he seemed. No one mentioned the night, the stares, the touches, the way Tyler's monster had claimed me. But as we left, his eyes lingered on me, promising more unspoken secrets in that tiny studio
