By D Hall ([email protected]). Comments and feedback is very welcome. With pics are even better.
“Hmmph,” Devon sighed into his heavy chest. It was looking like another Friday night alone, at home.
It’s not like Devon didn’t have friends or game. At 6’3, he towered over most guys, with bouncing pecs, shredded abs, and a small waist that flared out to a big bubble butt. Devon was tall, dark, and handsome. Check, check, check.
Game was not his problem. But the game just didn’t interest Devon anymore. He’d turn guys’ heads at the gym or at bars, but all those guys seemed the same: they just wanted him to pick them up, throw them down, and destroy their ass. Night after night. Devon the dominant.
He opened the apps and found the same thing. Random pictures of buttholes. Guys calling him “sir” before they asked him his name. And plenty of annoying racial messages asking to suck his “BBC,” or use slurs. (He hated those.)
Bored, Devon was about to close the app when he saw a message that didn’t look like the rest:
CONVINCE ME YOU’RE WORTH CANCELING MY FRIDAY PLANS.
The guy’s profile was handsome but a little ordinary. 25, 5’9, 160. Dark hair, big green eyes. No shirtless pics, but a well filled-out polo shirt that showed meaty forearms and a strong chests. A pic of him sneering in a backwards cap. The cap barely contained the long locks that curled out around his ears.
The boldness intrigued Devon. He responded with one of his favorite pictures--a shirtless mirror selfie, striking a bicep flex with his boulder shoulders. Devon was slick with sweat and smirking, giving a slight wink to the camera. His thick black mustache curling up into a near-smile. Nice bulge in the NY bball shorts. It usually made guys feral.
Instead…
YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT.
Along with the frat dude’s response was a picture Devon didn’t expect. Same polo, shaggy hair, same backwards hat: but the shorts were gone. In its place a big bush, round balls, and one of the longest dicks Devon had ever seen. It easily looked 8 inches and didn’t even look fully hard. Nice and pink with a thick head.
Devon rolled his eyes. “Cocky bastards always had the prettiest dicks,” he thought. But Devon wasn’t in the mood to get negged all night. He turned on some porn, took care of business, and went to bed.
*~*~*~*
A week went by, and Devon didn’t even think of the exchange. But it was Friday again, and Devon didn’t have plans. He opened the app.
He saw YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT, again. That pretty dick, again.
Frat dude didn’t seem online, but Devon was game to finally respond. Devon sat down on his couch, in front of a mirror. He wasn’t wearing much. He shoved his blue mesh shorts to his ankles, leaned back, and snapped a picture. His long dick was pointing straight up. Balls dragging on the couch cushion. Showed more of his ass than Devon usually shared, but he had to admit: he looked good.
HOW’S THAT??
No response, but Devon’s photo shoot gave the jolt of motivation he needed to go out and meet his friends for a beer nearby.
*~*~*~*
His friends were at a gay bar called “Nothing Special,” and it was aptly named. On Fridays, it often had more straight women than men. Never enough eligible dudes, and almost never an ethnically diverse crowd. Devon stuck out like a sore thumb.
Sometimes, sticking out worked in Devon’s favor: interested guys gravitated to him quickly. But these were usually the idiots that wanted to talk about his “bbc,” or fetishize him. So Devon kept his guard up.
Devon’s friends were happy to see him, so they kept buying him shots. “Whoa whoa my dudes, go easy on me,” he warned them. “I can’t get blackout tonight.” But this only encouraged them to buy Devon more. “I need to take a leak,” he lied to get away.
The bar’s men's room, like the bar, was nothing fancy. It had
three stalls, two urinals, one leaky sink, and a dirty mirror. Hardly any privacy. Devon didn’t really need to go, but he sidled up to a urinal and gave it his best shot.
Devon stood there dumbly, waiting. He was just about to get a stream going when the door swung open.
Devon was looking straight ahead and couldn’t see the new guy--but he could feel some heavy confident steps strolling his way. The stranger set-up at the urinal next to him.
He heard a surprisingly deep voice from the guy: “See, now why would you be at a bar called ‘nothing special’?”
When Devon looked over, the first thing he saw was that pretty dick.
There it was again. Effortlessly long. Big hairy balls. He was already pissing. It wasn’t hard, but Devon wondered what it would look like if it got there.
Devon hoped his dark skin would hide his blushing. But by the time Devon’s eyes reached his neighbor, his new friend was sporting his trademark smirk.
“Like what you see?” he said to Devon, his eyes traveling up his bicep.
“Have we met bef…” Devon started to ask, but the guy cut him off.
“Hold up, lemme finish this,” Devon’s eyes immediately went back to the guy’s long dick. The guy shook it at the urinal and zipped up.
“Jack. We traded messages on the apps.”
“I’m…” Devon started, but Jack interrupted him by placing his hand on the small of Devon’s back.
“Devon, right? Your friends were pretty loud out there when you came in.”
Jack didn’t wait for a response. His heavy hand lowered to Devon’s ass and patted him there. “Nice to meet you, dude. That ass is banging.”
Dumbfounded, Devon stood there with his dick still out. He was surprised by Jack’s forwardness and watched Jack stroll out, as if nothing happened.
“Look for me at the bar,” Jack called out.
*~*~*~*
Jack wasn’t the tallest, so it took Devon awhile to find him in the crowd. But as promised, Jack was standing at the bar, just behind an open bar stool.
“Sit, Devon. Get on my level so I can get a good look at you.” He patted the bar stool in front of him.
Devon laughed at the height difference but did as he was told. “Dude, Jack. Do you ever wear anything other than this polo and cap?”
Jack was still standing, behind Devon’s bar stool. He leaned over while Devon looked straight ahead, and whispered in his ear. “Go with what works, right? Too bad your left those ball shorts at home."
“Come back with me and I might let you sniff them, Jack.” Devon was impressed by Jack’s boldness and tried to match it.
Jack let out a big laugh and slapped Devon’s broad back. His hand stayed there as he called out to the bartender. “Yo dude! My guy needs another shot.”
Devon blushed and looked over at his friends, who were watching from across the bar. His friend Danny raised his eyebrows, shrugged, and flashed him a “thumbs up”.
“Looks like I got a seal of approval,” Jack spoke into Devon’s ear, hand till on his back. Devon wondered if Jack could feel the shiver running down his spine.
“Mine is the only one that matters, Jacky.”
“Then why are you letting me feel you up, D?”
Devon shook his head and scoffed. This attitude from a taller man would have been so douchey—but this little guy was pulling it off. It was almost cute seeing a shorty play his hand so hard.
“Let’s get this shot in you and then get out of here, D.” Jack slammed his cash down at the bar. His other hand stayed glued on Devon’s backside.
“Let’s do it,” Devon smiled back at Jack. “It’s going to be funny watching this cocky guy get on his knees,” he thought.
*~*~*~*
Things didn’t go exactly as Devon expected.
Most guys swooned when he took them back to his condo. The elevator opened directly into his loft, with sweeping views of the city. “It’s a real pantydropper,” Devon liked to joke.
But Jack strolled in like he already lived there. Threw his keys on a table and rounded past the windows, to the other rooms.
“Dude, where are you going?” Devon was still at the entrance to his own apartment.
Jack didn’t say a word. After a few minutes, he came back to Devon at the entryway holding Devon’s basketball shorts. He waved them at Devon.
“Found them. Put them on,” Jack tossed the shorts at Devon’s face. It landed on his nose before falling to the floor. Just long enough for Devon to get a whiff of his own sweat and balls.
“What the fuck? Did you dig through my hamper dude?”
Jack shrugged casually. “True, you probably should have had them clean and ready before I got here,” he deadpanned.
Devon was speechless. He had no idea how to respond to this guy! Devon fidgeted in his entryway, holding his shorts.
“C’mon big guy, let’s take this to the couch,” Jack casually led Devon by the small of his back towards his own living room. Smooth, Devon thought.
Jack pulled Devon along closely. When they reached the windows, Jack plopped down on the couch.
“Put on your uniform, D.”
Devon rolled his eyes and instinctively puffed up his chest. This guy was something else. “You can do better than that, Jack,” Devon smiled, calling back to the app messages.
“True. I’ll make it a fair trade.” And in one smooth motion, Jack unzipped and pulled his dick out of his fly.
Fully hard, it looked huge. Still pretty, but long as hell too. Devon mentally estimated it was around his 9-incher, somehow! He quietly stared.
Jack’s deep voice snapped him out of it: “Your turn, let’s get to it.” He waved his dick at Devon like a snake charmer.
Devon looked down at the shorts in his hands and chuckled. “Why the fuck not,” he said as he slid his shirt off. Time to show Jack what a real man’s dick looks like.
Devon gave Jack a sensual show, slowly stripping while he kept one eye on Jack’s hardon. He had to admit, it was pretty fun watching that white dong jump every time he took off another article of clothing.
Was it his imagination, or was it getting even bigger?
Devon took his time, folding his clothes neatly on the coffee table in front of Jack.
Soon he was fully naked, a full muscle specimen on display. Jack smirked but didn’t say anything. Jack was hard to gauge, but his long dick was doing the talking. Jumping.
Devon smiled but hesitated, assuming that this was what Jack wanted to see. He put his shorts over his right shoulder, and he flexed his abs and dick at the same time.
Jack had other plans.
“Almost there, D. Put on your uniform.”
*~*~*~*
Jack quietly laughed to himself as Devon struggled to get into those gym shorts. He noticed Devon’s shoulders and pecs flexed while he squirmed into the mesh. There was nowhere for his huge dick to go, sticking straight up. Jack had to admit, it looked massive. After some shifting around, Devon got “his uniform” on. Got his dick in the only way that it could: sticking straight up. Jack could see Devon’s cockhead poking out of his waistband, slick with prejizz.
“Let’s go NY,” Jack deadpanned.
Jack loved taking down a bigger dude. He’d done this before, but it was hard not to admit how hot Devon looked standing before him. And Jack’s dick agreed, flinching and waving in front of him as if it had a mind of its own. He had to be careful to keep his composure over the situation.
But whatever initial hesitation Jack had looking over Devon, it disappeared when he looked straight ahead at Devon’s dick. It was practically pulsing, burping precum over under his waistband.
“Take me to your bed, big guy. Let’s fucking go.”
*~*~*~*
Devon busted out a broad smile and pulled Jack off the couch with one arm, in a fluid motion. As Jack jumped up, his jeans and briefs fell to the floor.
It was a funny sight. Shirtless guy pulling a pantless dude across by his forearm. Jack’s dick pointing straight down, Devon’s dick pointing straight up.
When they walked by a mirror, Devon could make out his own hulking frame, dragging along the shorter guy. Jack’s dark silhouette looked hot from here. He still had on that stupid hat and polo, but Devon could see the outline of Jack’s thick quads and strong forearms. And, of course, that giant dick.
But Devon could also see that he loomed head-and-shoulders over Jack. Boulder shoulders bigger than Jack’s head. A long six pack almost longer than Jack’s torso. Light dusting of hair between his big pecs. Devon might be in his “uniform,” but from here he looked like a total boss top dude, dragging his “prey” to his lair.
*~*~*~*
Jack let Devon haul him along. Devon took long strides across the condo, forcing Jack to stumble and hop forward to keep up. Jack admitted that it was hot seeing Devon exhibit strength. But there was also something cute about it, like Devon had something to prove.
When they reached his bed. Devon turned around to Jack. From here, Jack’s face looked directly at Devon’s chest. He couldn’t even kiss Devon without hopping up.
So he brought Devon down to his level again.
This time, Jack grabbed his forearm, guiding Devon’s hand to Jack’s long dick. Devon didn’t put up any resistance as he leaned over. He looked slackjawed, finally feeling up Jack’s pretty dick for the first time. Jack planted Devon’s head on his left shoulder and let the big guy feel him up his cock.
Devon’s hands felt incredible on Jack. They felt big, and a tad rough, but Jack knew that Devon hadn’t felt many dicks Jack’s size before. Devon’s hands could reach around Jack’s dick, just barely. Devon just stared at it, jerking it down slowly.
Jack consciously made his dick jump in Devon’s hands. In response, he heard a quiet “fuck!” from Devon under his chin that made Jack smile.
Devon started tugging faster. Without thinking, Devon instinctively started kissing Jack’s neck lightly while he tugged. Devon’s thick mustache tickled Jack’s neck, but he let the strong guy get into it.
Jack let out a groan of approval.
Before things go too hot and heavy, Jack pulled Devon’s mouth off his neck. “I don’t need a hickey from this muscle whore,” he thought. He took his hat off, crossed his arms under his polo and finally got naked, before putting the hat on again.
He could see Devon’s eyes grow wide as he took sight of all of Jack. The polo had hid a completely stacked body. Devon’s eyes gazed down his huge round pecs, the vein running along his bicep, hairy forearms, and his huge bush. “That stare is a great compliment, D,” Jack joked. “But are you gonna use your words?”
Not even Jack’s shit-talking could snap Devon out of his staring. As if hypnotized, Devon gently led Jack onto the bed, pulling him by his dick.
Jack let Devon seat him at the foot of the bed. Jack was naked, aside from his trademark backwards NY ball cap. He sat tall and flipped his hat around, letting the brim of his hat hang low. He knew Devon couldn’t see his eyes or kiss him like this, but he didn’t care. Jack smiled.
“Get down on my level, D. We’ve been over this,” he pointed to the floor in front of him.
Jack could see hesitation in Devon’s eyes. So he made his thick dick jump again, throbbing into his head. That was enough for Devon to get on his knees for a closer look.
Jack looked down on him with a broad, triumphant smile. This is going to be easy.
*~*~*~*
“You like that pretty dick, D?”
Devon suppressed an eye roll. He didn’t answer, but he had to admit that it looked amazing. Low balls, long strong dick, big pink head. He was close enough to get a whiff of Jack’s clean musk, and it made him want to inch closer.
“Kiss the tip.”
Devon stretched forward and planted a wet kiss on Jack’s cock head. He expected his thick lips to feel good, so he looked up for a reaction. Nothing. Instead of a thankful expression, Devon couldn’t see past the shadow cast by Jack’s hat. He could only see that smirk.
“Fuck that stupid shit-eating grin,” Devon thought, as he leaned forward again. I’ll show him. Devon started sucking Jack’s cock in earnest. He sucked hungrily, greedily, almost vengefully. Wet noises coming out of his thick lips as he bobbed his head up and down, trying to swallow more.
He could hear Jack grunting softly, at first. Deep voice humming as Devon picked up speed. Devon was starting to get a taste for it. He was about to pick up a quicker rhythm, but Jack abruptly pushed him off.
The shove caught Devon off guard, and his ass skid across the floor.
“Teeth! Fuck dude!” Jack bellowed.
Now Devon knew Jack could see him blushing, no question. “D-dude Jack no way! I wasn’t tryin-“
“It’s alright,” Jack interrupted. “These things can be taught.
*~*~*~*
Jack tried not to laugh at the scene in front of him. Devon was flat on his ass. Feet slightly off the ground, legs tilted up. The force of that push slid his waistband down, exposing his ass to the hardwood.
He didn’t give Devon a chance to adjust. Jack pulled him to stand, face-to-face with a giant tent and Devon’s ass hanging over his “uniform”.
Jack started rubbing Devon’s dick over the mesh shorts. A wet spot started to form.
“Speaking of teaching,” Jack continued. “Has anyone ever taught you this?”
Jack grabbed Devon’s ass and pulled him forward. Jack stuck his tongue out, licking through the shorts, while his heavy hands pulled Devon’s cheeks apart.
“Uuffff!” he heard Devon let out a guttural sound, surprised that Jack was diving in.
Jack kept Devon’s dick distracted while his hands inched closer to Devon’s hole. Jack was pleasantly surprised to start feeling hair. . . Devon’s otherwise smooth ass had hairy ass crack. He wondered how many guys had reached this far in.
Soon he had a thick finger tapping Devon’s hole. Devon didn’t seem to react, because he was already moaning hard. Jack could feel Devon’s right knee trembling. He used this as an invitation to go further.
Jack spit on Devon’s tenting shorts. By now, Devon had a wet spot in the front, and Jack’s fat spitwad made it shine. It looked obscene. He rolled his middle finger over the tent, and brought it back to Devon’s hairy ass.
“I said, has anyone ever taught you this?”
Jack forced his slicked finger into Devon. He encountered tight resistance and a shocked “OHH!” from Devon, as he shifted his weight.
“D dog, you can’t tense up like that. Breathe a little and let me in,” Jack coached.
“What the fuck man!”
“Come on now. Breathe!”
Devon’s ass was like a steel drum. Jack needed a better angle, so he stood up, and repositioned Devon laying on the bed. Without asking, he pushed Devon down and slid off Devon’s shorts. Jack placed one hand on Devon’s ass, and another on Devon’s chest.
“Let’s try that again, big guy,” Jack said. “Look up at me. You’re not going anywhere until you learn how to get finger fucked.”
In one motion, Jack’s right hand pushed down on Devon’s pecs while his left sank into Devon’s crack.
Devon exhaled and let out a masculine yawp.
"I'm getting in now. You feel that, D? Feel me in your hairy hole?”
Devon was getting nonverbal at this point, groaning. His right leg started shaking again. “Good, he’s got a tell,” Jack smirked to himself.
Jack played with the hair in the middle of Devon’s chest as he finger fucked his new bottom bull.
Jack could see Devon was overwhelmed by all the sensations. Devon soon broke into a sweat all over his body. His arms started thrashing around as Jack dug deeper, eventually grabbing onto Jack’s dong.
“Yeah, hold onto my big dick. You’ll like what’s next."
Jack curled his finger in Devon’s ass.
“Holy shit! FUCK!” Devon cried out.
"Haha, there’s your button!”
Devon panted hard. Jack could see Devon’s entire body shaking.
“What the. . . fuck! Are you doing to me??”
“Making you mine big guy,” Jack looked down at Devon. “Here, tell me how this feels.”
Jack rubbed all over Devon’s sweaty chest while the finger fucking got faster. As he went, Jack eventually settled on Devon’s right nipple, spiked from all the attention. And right when his finger pressed on Devon’s prostate, Jack pulled the nipple lightly.
“Fuuuuuuuuuck” Devon cowed outloud. His nips were hardwired, and the dual sensations were sending him over the edge.
“Yeah, I know which buttons to press. Now it’s time to get to work.”
Jack continued to cunt out the hole while his free hand roamed over Devon’s body. He kept up a steady rhythm of finger fucking while he found every sensitive, ticklish, and weak spot on Devon’s long torso.
Devon grunted every time he found one. Jack started taking mental notes of every spot, but he never let up.
Jack never got near Devon’s dick, but Devon was getting close anyway. His grunts were beginning to sound like yelps, and Jack drove harder and faster into Devon’s ass. Devon’s heart beat so hard he couldn’t even hear all the fucktalk Jack was saying to him.
Jack could see Devon losing focus. So he used his free hand to grab Devon’s chin and force him to look into his eyes. “Look at me while I’m fucking with you!” He bellowed.
That did it. Devon’s mouth fell open in Jack’s hand and he shook.
"OHHH FUCK!"
Devon cried out and he came, hard. Now both legs shook as he shot across his tall frame. It landed on the tufts of hair between his chest, down his abs. Everywhere.
“Damn dude, you needed that.”
Devon didn’t respond, still panting.
Jack stood up, with a huge grin of self-satisfaction. “Here ya go, big guy,” he said, grabbing Devon’s shorts and using them as a cum rag over Devon’s body.
“You’re too used up to get me off at this point, so I should get going,” Jack winked as he grabbed his clothes, zipped up, and headed for the door.
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