Cumalot

The story I am about to relate is unusual, but hopefully, it might prove interesting from its rare perspective. Who knows?

I am not one of those prescriptive individuals who only go for preconceived looks or genital size, without any concessions. I am open-minded and had often been pleasantly surprised by guys that I didn’t initially rate as promising. Conversely, I have often had disappointing encounters with men whom, at the outset, I thought would be spectacular due to their hot looks. 

Before I incur your wrath by labouring my point much further, let me get on with the story.

One night as I sat at my local gay bar, a behemoth entered the establishment. He was over six-foot-tall, but it was his body size that had me stunned. He looked like one of those weightlifters in the 240+ lbs category. The top of his head was bald, and he had a short-cropped, ginger beard and moustache.    

After he moved in my direction, he sat on a stool a few feet away from me. Although his face was pleasant, all the features on his large head were oversized. He had enormous ears, full lips, a thick nose, and big puppy dog eyes. He looked like a giant caricature from a children’s fairy tale.

As he sat at the bar, I couldn’t help glancing at him with a morbid fascination, wondering how a guy like this managed to have sex. As I pondered the only positions that he could employ, presuming that the missionary style would suffocate any partner, he looked at me and smiled.

“Hi, I’m Mayhew,” he said.

Startled, I shakily replied, “Hi, I’m Kim.”

Upon my reply, Mayhew got up and extended his hand toward me. As we shook hands, it felt like my hand had got enfolded by a bunch of bananas. Mayhew now pulled his stool closer and began to chat about the weather.

Although I wasn’t alarmed by his friendliness at this point, I began to think about an exit strategy in case he was sizing me up for a sexual engagement at a later stage. Pleasant as he seemed to be, I was not into a cumbersome encounter with a person of his size.

As we got onto the subject of personal histories, he told me that he was a hard-working farmer and did a lot of physical labour. I took this information as an explanation to elucidate his bulkiness to me.

Mayhew then told me that their family farm was one hundred and fifty miles away. He liked to visit the city at least once a month and always stayed for three days.

“Where I live, there is no action, and so I come to the city for some fun,” he told me.

“Do your parents know you are gay?” I presumptively asked.

Mayhew now looked at me pensively before replying. “Although it has never got spoken about, I’m sure my folks know,” then after a momentary pause, he chuckled and added, “Fortunately, I have a younger brother who loves pussy, so I’ll be able to leave all the breeding up to him.”

After I smiled, I asked, “So, where do you stay in the city?”

Mayhew now told me that his family had bought an apartment up the road as a convenient investment, so that family members could save on hotel costs when they visited the city.

“What the name of the apartment block?” I asked.

After Mayhew told me, I chuckled and said, “What a coincidence. I live in the block next door.”

As the words spilled from my lips, I instinctively knew I had just made a mistake.

“Great, then we can walk home together, later,” Mayhew quickly retorted.

Having just painted me into a corner, all I could do is shrug acquiescently.

Alarmingly, Mayhew’s demeanour now started to become more risqué. Almost as if he had decided that an engagement with me was definitely on the cards.

An hour later, the moment I was dreading arrived when we got to his apartment block, and he invited me up for a drink.

“I still have a few chores I want to do tonight,” I replied, attempting a last-ditch attempt at escaping.

“But… Can’t that wait until tomorrow?” Mayhew asked with pleading eyes.

I didn’t have the heart to refuse and agreed to accompany him.

The apartment was basic but tastefully furnished. It had a substantial living area with two bedrooms and bathrooms.

“When we visit individually, we all use the main bedroom with the large bed,” Mayhew informed me.  

As we sipped our beers, the social distance between us kept diminishing, and I soon got trapped up against a corner unit in the kitchen. As two massive extended clamps rested on the counters of either side of me, Mayhew’s large head began to reel in the distance between our lips. It felt like I was a prisoner about to be sentenced to a punishment of asphyxiation as his thick lips covered my mouth. 

I was amazed that my body didn’t get squashed and that his kissing was so gentle. As I began to relax, I also found my ardent confinement rather pleasant.

After a short while, Mayhew pulled his head back slightly and asked, “Do you like cum?”

I had been asked many questions during my numerous assignations before, but never this one.

Bewildered, I tried to keep a calm composure as I replied, “Yes… Why?”

“Well, I’d like to show you something I am sure you have never seen before.” After that pronouncement, Mayhew now took hold of my arm and lead me through to the bedroom.

Once there, I got told to undress as he went to the bathroom before reappearing with a large bath sheet. The bath sheet now got placed over the edge of bed before Mayhew also began to undress. After he was naked, I observed that he was far less hairy than I would’ve imagined. In keeping with his facial hair, his genital and body hair was also ginger. His body was pale as one would expect from a redhead. Because of his occupation, his forearms, neck, and head were slightly darker.

Mayhew’s genitals, however, had me fascinated. His uncut cock looked like a very thick, pink sweet potato, and what it lacked in length, it more than made up for in girth. The base of his cock was thick before tapering down to a small, foreskin covered glans.  

His balls looked like two large grapefruits, which got bonded together, forming a protruding mass. The texture of his scrotum was coarse-looking, like the rough skin of some citrus fruits. It was the most unusual genital package I had ever seen.

Shortly, Mayhew was laying on his back on the bath sheet, and I was obediently watching him tug on his dick. I, naturally, found the entire scenario bizarre. Intrigued, I complied with the show he wanted me to see, relieved that I wasn’t getting smother-fucked on the bed.

Within a few minutes, as his enormous body began to shudder with excitement, I got told that he was close to cumming.

What then unfolded when he erupted was beyond my wildest imagination. I am no expert in male ejaculation, but I was sure that I would never, ever again, see anything like it. With every up and down movement of his hand, a never-ending spray of spunk kept spurting out of his dick. His upper thighs, stomach, and hand got drenched in a thick slimy ooze. I almost passed out from holding my breath as the spectacle unfolded.  

Mayhew now lifted his head slightly and said, “Well, aren’t you going to pay your respect?”   

As he lifted his hand to his mouth and began licking, I knew that I had got given my cue to follow suit. After licking both thighs, I moved to his crotch. When it felt like I had imbibed a gallon of spunk, my eyes focussed on the pool still awaiting me on his stomach.

I would never have seen myself as a cum lover before this, but the eroticism of the exhibition had inspired me to gluttonous respect. I had frequently found some men’s spunk acid and off-putting, but I have to say that Mayhew’s cum tasted rather good.

As we arose afterward, Mayhew looked at me with expectation in his eyes, as if inviting a favourable comment. 

“That was fuckin’ awesome,” I truthfully stated.

With a look of pride, he said, “Don’t worry, after a short break, I’ll let you have the next load straight out of the tap.”

I was no longer obsessed with an early departure and found myself warming to Mayhew.

“I look forward to that,” I honestly replied.

“Cool, now that we are proper friends, you can even have a third helping later for your backside if you are still in no hurry,” Mayhew said with a devilish grin.

Much as I warmed to Mayhew, the ‘third helping’ troubled me, and I wondered if I was going to get smother-fucked.

After I short break of liquid refreshment, once we returned to the bedroom, I was soon seated on the floor at the foot of the bed. Mayhew now stood astride my legs and offered his cock to my mouth. When Mayhew began skull-fucking me, he did so cautiously, and my fear that my head would get severely compressed against the mattress did not materialize. Leaning over me, Mayhew kept the bulk of his weight on his outstretched arms.

Mayhew commenced kept lifting his torso up and down, and in addition to spearing my mouth, also frequently asked me to lick his balls, something he appeared to enjoy very much. I was comfortable and enjoyed the next twenty minutes enormously.

After Mayhew finally grunted that he was unloading, I swallowed like never before. I had given many blowjobs in my life, and when guys generally ejaculated, one became aware that there was a coating of cream in one’s mouth that could easily get handled. With Mayhew, however, it was like a sludge pump got attached to your mouth.

Afterward, with my stomach full of protein, Mayhew and I lay side by side on the bed. He now commenced kissing me gently and passionately, without climbing on top of me.

As our sensual kissing session ensued, Mayhew’s massive hand began to tug on my knob. When my excitement began to escalate, Mayhew moved his body onto all fours and started vigorously sucking my cock. With my hands caressing his large head, I shot the most incredible load into one of the hottest mouths that had ever sucked me off.

As I lay there panting, Mayhew got turned on once more, pulled my body down to the bottom corner of the bed swiftly. After turning me onto my stomach, he urgently commenced the task of entering my arse as he crouched behind me. Once fully in, he began solidly spearing my arse with his torso on outstretched arms.

It was clear that Mayhew wanted to take his time because he frequently held still before his huge hips once more sprang into action. During this lengthy session, Mayhew occasionally lowered his torso fleetingly to kiss my neck and shoulders. When he did so, I was amazed that his full weight was not as intimidating as I would have thought.  

I was in ecstasy when his final protein shake got pumped into my backside.

After we got dressed, Mayhew said, “I’ll let you get back to your chores on one condition.”

“What?” I inquired.

“If you have dinner with me tomorrow night.”

We did have dinner the following evening, followed by an all-nighter of fantastic sex. After that, we always got together on Mayhew’s monthly visits.

Mayhew cured me of all my preconceived notions, and I enjoyed my monthly excursion into the nourishing land of Cumalot.