Hungry for Vince

  Several weeks passed with much of the same. That boy was insatiable, fucking Myra almost every night. With me joining them from my own room. Pumping at my own hard dick. If it wasn't for poor Myra being pregnant he might fuck her 24/7. 'poor lucky girl'. Then it slowed down and then finally about a month later stopped entirely. Myra had pulled the plug on the sex. She was begging to show. And she also stopped working. My nightly jerk sessions were also cut off. No more nights of Vince plowing her hole, and me getting off with them. 

Then I began to notice Vince with a constant hard on. Whatever he wore could hardly contain the huge dick that was trying to get out. It was very difficult for me then, because I would always see this enormous mound in his pant, shorts or whatever he wore and I could not touch it. And he would always grope himself repeatedly in my plan view. One day he came home in a tight pair of jeans. 

"Hey" Was all he would say, his ass moving past me. 

He walked to the kitchen got a beer and plopped down on the sofa. As he walked into the room, his big cock was packed down the leg of his jeans. He sat and it bulged out at me, this large mountainous lump. He grabbed the remote, flicked through the channels a few moments. He looked pensive. Then after a few moments, he drank down his beer and announced he was gonna go to his parents house. He wanted to talk to his dad. He kissed Myra. 

"I'll get some beer on my way back man. I noticed we are out". He offered "Okay" I responded. 

Looking at him curiously. Wondering why he was going over to his mom's house when she was not there. It was he 'day with the girls' night. So she would be gone until late. As he walked out I looked lustfully at his big juicy ass. 

"I'm glad he's getting along with his parents again" Myra exclaimed. "Yeah, me too" 

We began to talk for a bit. Myra talking about god knows what, because I really wasn't paying much attention to her. "Blah, Blah , Blah" was all I could hear. Then I decided to go out.

"Oh man I forgot I need to go get something from the store." I said. I just wanted to get out for a while. "If Vince calls tell him I will get the beer on my way" "Okay. I'll see you in a bit" she said. 

When I got home I put the beer away. I needed a shower cause I felt sticky. Myra asking which one of us was home. "Its me" I called out. "I'm gonna take a quick shower."  When I came out she was sitting on the couch. "What took so long?" She asked. "Lines were terrible at the store" 

I watched some T.V. and got bored. So I went to check e-mail. I was online for at least a half an hour when I heard Vince come home. 

"Hey babe" He said as he kissed her. "You were at your parents for a while" She said back. "Yeah my old friend Ish came by, and we got caught up" He said. "Is Omar here. I got the beer" "Yeah he's in the den." she said. "Oh he already bought some beer. He said he had to go to the store earlier" "Well I gotta take a shower" Vince said back. 

I heard him as he passed the den. he waved at me as he said hi. Then he stepped into the bathroom. When he came out only in a towel still wet I saw him. My eyes quickly darted over his gorgeous body. My cock twitched. I grabbed at it instinctively. But Vince had seen me do it this time. He smiled at me. I went straight to my room after that. 

The next couple of days were very hard on me, because Vince would constantly be walking around semi hard, wearing the skimpiest things around his waist. Tight fitting boxers or even briefs. He had never worn briefs since they had moved in. And he almost never wore a shirt any more. Was he torturing me somehow. 

One day when Myra was out he came out of the room wearing a pair of white briefs that to say the least could barely cover his big basket, his large cock and balls so big and heavy that the waistband drug down showing quite a bit of pubic hair. He again caught me staring at him. 

"Oh sorry Omar. This is all I have to wear. Myra hasn't washed my shorts." He said. "All I could find were these old things" He cupped his bulge and shook it. I tried to be cool and respond. "Please put on some pants or something Vince. Before the neighbors see you" "Hell they might like what they see" He retorted, groping at his pouch again. "I just came out to get a beer" "How `bout you. You want?.." 

My mind raced to images of me chewing on that huge mound in those briefs. "No Thanks" Then the phone rang. "Hello?" I asked. "Oh hi Myra. What's up" "What.. 10:30..Why?".. "Oh hold on Vince's here. Let me give you to him". Vince had come round in front of me by then. "Its Myra" I said to him. 

He grabbed the phone and started to talk to her. The fucker was standing in front of me while talking to her. Apparently she was at her mom's, and would be there til' late. 'Fuck Me' I thought. I wouldn't be able to handle this with out her here. He kept shifting his thighs as he stood there, the big pouch shifting with it. I wanted not to look. But found it hard not to. I needed to get outta there. 

"Hey Vince when your done. I, um.. er need to call a friend of mine" I said. "Okay. Just give me a second." He still stood there in front of me until he was done. And my eyes were glued to his lower half. He finished and went into the den, that full ass moving in the shorts. I called a random friend to see what they were doing. I was able to get them to go out for some drinks. So I got dressed and left. 

"See ya later Vince" I called. 

It was almost midnight when I got home. All was dark. So I walked in and went straight to my room, changed for bed, then came to the kitchen to get some water. I had drunk way too much tonight as I felt my head spinning. As I walked out of the dark kitchen I noticed the blinking red light from the answering machine. I walked over to it in the dark. Flicked on the lamp next to it and pushed the button. 

"Hey guys it me Myra. Its later than I thought. So I'm gonna stay here tonight" She said in the message. "Shit" I said. 

That meant that I was here alone with Vince. At that moment I saw a hand out of the corner of my eye. I looked up and there he was asleep on the couch. Worst of all he was wearing only those small briefs. He was lying there, one arm and leg hanging off the couch. I looked at the mountainous bulge in his briefs. I couldn't pull away from the sight though. Be it my growing desire or the alcoholic stupor I was in. I was transfixed on the lump. I couldn't help myself. 

I began to move closer and closer to him. I saw several bottles of beer on the floor. He had been drinking a bit too. I crawled around the center table hitting a bottle on my way. It clanked against the others loudly. I looked up to see if he had awakened. But he hadn't moved, the light from the lamp cascading around his gorgeous body. And the bulge in his underwear looked enormous. The waistband had been pulled down so far I could see the base of his cock shaft beneath. I was so mesmerized, I could not stop my movements. Inching ever closer to him, lust in my eyes. Something was gonna happen tonight and I might be dead in the morning. I thought. But I felt as a moth to a flame. I hit another bottle, but kept moving forward. 

I then remembered what his father had said, the words thundering in my head. "Out like a rock" That and the drinks I had earlier gave me the courage to go on. I was now next to his leg. His foot planted securely on the floor. I touched it lightly. It was so thick. I licked at my lips as I moved in on his meaty leg. I placed my lips to the meaty thigh and kissed it, its fur tickling my nose. My tongue traced the muscles beneath the skin. My hand had moved in on the inside of his thigh. I touched it, rubbing it. The thickness too big for my hand. I relished in its mass. I moved closer to the crotch, the warmth rising up into the air. 

I could feel my heart start to beat heavier. My excitement growing. But his crotch was just too much to deny. So I did it, moved to his very big crotch. I pressed my face to it and inhaled. His smell set me on fire. I gripped at my cock in my shorts. Feeling it harden as I groped at it. I wanted to stop, but I couldn't turn back now. My hand that had been on his thigh reached up to the large mass of cock flesh confined in those briefs. I began to rub it gently at first, the fullness filling my hand. Then pulling harder on it, pulling down toward his balls, the waistband moving down more as well, more of his thick shaft being exposed. Then it twitched under my grip. It was responding to my touch, beginning to grow. The beast was coming to life. 

I licked my lips and made my move. I buried my face in his pubes, drinking in more of the rich man scent down there. I opened my mouth and licked at the shaft. The heat of it was like fire on my tongue. The lump was starting to get bigger. The cock head shifted under my hand, then shifted upwards in his crotch pressing at the waistband. I licked the length of his cock. Then the head popped out, a large bead of precum on the end. I licked at it. The whole cock sprang up and smacked me on the face. I pulled down the briefs to expose more. It smacked down hard on his belly, above the navel, dripping a small pool of precum there. 

"Holy shit!" I huffed as I gazed at his dick. 

I looked up quickly to see if he woke up. Still nothing. I pick up his cock then licked at the pool of precum on his belly, feeling the fur on my tongue. I buried my face in his pubes relishing in the smell down there again. I licked and drooled all over them making them wet with my spit, his thick shaft in my hand. I could barely get my fingers wrapped around it. I licked the tip taking more of that delicious juice. His body shook. And his hips pushed up and the head hit my cheek. It was on fire. I thought it would burn a hole in my face. 

I opened my mouth and took the fat juicy head in. I had a little trouble because of the girth of the head. I opened wider and began to suck it into my mouth, my tongue swirling about the thick shaft, the thick veins and ridges sending me into orbit. My other hand reached for his balls still contained in the shorts. I messaged them, milking them. His cock head thickened in my mouth, bumping at my throat. I looked up at his beautiful body. I could see beads of sweat forming on his pecs, his breathing causing them to rise and fall. 

I released his cock from my mouth, kissed his belly. Then licking it. His stomach twitched. My tongue dragged up through that fur on his gut, upwards along his torso, stopping where his pecs joined in the center of his chest. There was a small pool of sweat there. I lapped it up, tasting the saltiness. I began to kiss and nibble at his full chest. I was in heaven. I reached one of those fat nipples my tongue circling it several times, my other hand roaming over the other pec. 

"Oh God. His body feels so good" I said. 

Then I bit down on it lightly. His body bucked under me, his huge cock swelling fatter in my hand. That's when he woke up, his eyes glaring down on me. 

"Dude, What the...!"