Magnus

When I met Magnus I thought he had less charm than a speed bump. For the first month, after he was contracted on a freelance basis to take care of our computer needs, I believed he was a total prick. His only redeeming quality was that he was unbelievably good at what he did, and our computer problems were sorted out in no time. When you are good at what you do, eccentricities can always be overlooked.

Magnus was not the world’s most attractive man, but he wasn’t butt-ugly either. He was a solid six-foot-tall man and appeared super straight. His clothing appeared to belong to a bygone era and whoever was responsible for his hairstyle, should have been placed before a firing squad.

Magnus was in a partnership with his brother Arno, who also visited our company from time to time. Regrettably, Arno very seldom did so, which was a real pity because he was the best-looking brother. Predictably, he also shared his brother’s poor dress sense. The other thing they had in common was a rather strong masculine hum. Their armpits were always clammy, clearly highlighted by the garish shirts they wore. Whenever they had been in my office, their odours lingered long after they had departed. Strangely, I found the pong quite exciting.

Magnus also had one additional cross to bear, because two years before he had lost his left leg after a motor accident. The amputation took place halfway up the left femur. He made use of squeaky crutches, which always made his presence in the building very apparent. Wondering why he didn’t have a prosthetic leg, his brother explained that prosthetics always work better from the knee down and that Magnus simply couldn’t deal with all the travails it took to acclimatise to a prosthetic limb.

Magnus generally spent Monday afternoons at our offices, apart from occasionally popping in at other times, if and when an emergency arose.

Late on a Monday afternoon, the owner of the company asked me if I would stay late and lock up the business because Magnus had not yet finished his work. This was no problem for me as I only lived five minutes away from work and therefore didn’t have to endure the hectic afternoon traffic daily, which all the poor sods at our company had to.

Once everyone had left work, while I was preparing a cup of coffee for myself, Magnus passed by me on the way to the restroom, which was located next to the kitchen area. Seconds later, I heard a commotion coming from the ablution area. I ran there as quickly as possible to find Magnus lying on the ground in front of the two urinals. He seemed fairly shaken up as I helped him up. He also had a small damp patch in front of his trousers.

“I need to piss badly, buddy, can you help me out?” Magus pleaded as I propped him up against the wall next to the left urinal, before placing his right arm around my shoulder. The magnified smell of his armpit now strongly assailed my nostrils.

“Sure, no problem at all Magnus,” I replied.

“Sorry to do this to you,” he said shakily, as I undid his belt.

When his trousers flopped down after I unzipped him, I pulled the front of his scants down revealing a magnificent uncut cock. It was fat and floppy. After taking hold of it in my hand I told him to let rip.

“Jeez, thank you, buddy. What a relief. Thanks, buddy, I appreciate this, buddy,” he kept intoning.

As the tension drained from his body, I was overcome with lust. Once his steady stream began to dwindle, he repositioned his right arm and began squeezing my shoulder with his hand.

Next, after pulling his foreskin back I commenced flicking his knob to release the last few drops. I then closed his foreskin again and massaged the last moisture out of his hood between my thumb and first finger. Magnus’ cock began stiffening as I did so, before becoming fully erect. As I looked up into his eyes he had a pleading look on his face.

“I never have sex anymore, buddy. Since I lost my leg my wife finds me repulsive,” Magnus piteously uttered. “Please don’t stop what you are doing, because it’s the most exciting thing that has happened to me in years.”   

After turning his body and pushing his back up against the wall, I then bent down and retrieved his crutches. Once Magnus had stabilized himself with the crutch under each armpit, I got to my knees before him. As I began gobbling on his dick his crotch odour further aroused my horniness. The cries he began uttering as I did so were mindboggling.

“Ah, aah, aaah… Jesus, fuck… Shit, nobody has ever done this to me before… Aaaaaah,” Magnus babbled hornily.

Next, I gripped his butt cheeks in my hands and force-fed his cock down my throat as I pulled his hips into my face. He kept stammering lustful gasps as his body shuddered with pleasure. Quivering like jelly, Magnus unloaded what felt like a lifetime of frustrated spunk down my throat.

When I got up off my knees and pushed my body up against him. I was hoping that he would kiss me, but it was apparent that he had no such plan. We just stood there for a while with him whimpering, “Thank you,” over and over again.

After leaving the toilet Magnus finished up with his work before we departed for our respective homes.

Fearing that he may have ‘homosexual remorse’ and avoid me after our incident, I was surprised to find that Magnus was quite cordial towards me during his visits over the following few weeks.

Unfortunately, when he needed to work late on the following several Mondays, the owner of the business was always on hand to do the necessary locking up.

Two months later, however, I was delighted when I was asked to stay late for Magnus once again. A half an hour after everyone had left I heard his squeaky crutches approaching my office. Smiling impishly in my doorway he said that he needed to use the toilet. Naturally, I followed.

As he took up station at the same urinal we followed the same procedure as before. Rising after sucking his knob for a short while, I suggested that we move into one of the stalls and get more comfortable.

After both stripping and with our clothes hanging behind the door, Magnus sat down on the toilet seat. I again knelt before him and started sucking him off once more.

Next, looking up at him I said, “I want you to fuck me properly.”

Magnus seemed a little perplexed at first, but then after shrugging gingerly answered, “Sure buddy, why not.”

Straddling him I placed his cock at my hole before sliding down very slowly.

Magnus now became very excited and commenced a horny refrain, “Fuck buddy this feels good, swallow my knob buddy, fuck yeah, swallow my fucking dick… buddy.”

Impatiently he began pulling my body down onto him while thrusting upwards. “Ride me, buddy, ride my fucking knob, fuck yeah, fuck yeah,” he intoned.

I began mashing my hips like a Latin dance champion. Magnus was practically convulsing with pleasure with his mouth hanging open. “Yes buddy, milk my fucking knob, oh fuck yeah buddy,” he kept repeating.  

When I moved my head forward later he turned his head to the side.

Gripping his head I said, “You are fucking my arse, the least you can do is kiss me.”

Next, after locking lips with him I did not relent as my tongue prised his lips apart. Soon we were locked in a mutual oral embrace. Once his initial reluctance gave way, he wholeheartedly reciprocated and we began snogging like randy teenagers.

With our arms clamped around one another and my arse doing a salsa on his dick, we lustfully committed to our mutual pleasure. His glorious masculine odour again cocooned our blissful unity as we stampeded ever onwards, grunting and groaning.

“I am getting very close, buddy,” he said before I hopped off to receive his load orally. An abundance of protein again nourished my mouth, as he sprayed jets of cum with his hands clamped on my head. I gave him a thorough cleaning afterwards, with him mewing like a kitten.

A half an hour later when we were leaving the building, I suggested, “Follow me in your car, I want to show you something.”

He looked somewhat puzzled, before shrugging a ‘what the fuck’ gesture.

We then drove the short distance to my cottage and once there, I showed him my apartment. I next placed a small gate remote in his hand and explained; “Now you now know where I live and have access, let’s not wait so long again.”         

Looking at the remote he smiled, before saying, “It’s a good thing that I have so many clients in this area.”

With a naughty smile, I retorted, “You can bring your brother along if you like.”

“I doubt that he would join in the fun.” Then after a short reflection he resumed, “Mind you, his wife is such a stuck-up bitch that I doubt whether he ever gets a decent fuck. Maybe I should have a chat with him,” he concluded, with a giggle.

As Magnus exited the gate with his own remote, I stood watching him with a smile on my face.

The following week when Arno visited our offices, his demeanour was far more engaging. As he was leaving, he said, ‘’Thanks for what you’ve done for Magnus, he speaks highly of you.’’

‘’You’re welcome to join us for a drink at my place, anytime,’’ I casually uttered.

‘’Let me give it some thought,’’ he responded, after giving me a naughty smile.

For the next few weeks, Magnus became a regular visitor to my home. Late one afternoon as we were busy on my bed, his phone rang.

‘’Oh, Shit… It’s Arno, I’d better take the call,’’ Magnus declared before answering.

‘’He’s at your gate,’’ Magnus said with panic in his voice.

‘’Well, I had better open,’’ I replied as I pressed my remote. ‘’Did you tell him about us?’’ I inquired as I put on my shorts and t-shirt, preparing to depart to open the door.

‘’Yes, but still…’’ Magnus answered nervously.

After answering the door, when Arno and I got to my room, Magnus had modestly covered himself with a throw I always had on the bed.

‘’Looks like you guys were busy,’’ Arno stated, without any derisiveness in his tone.

Sparing Magnus, the embarrassment, I instantly replied, ‘’Yes, we were.’’

‘’Do you mind if I just sit and watch?’’ Arno asked, pointing to a comfy chair I had in my room.

‘’Be my guest,’’ I answered, before getting back on the bed. After removing the throw, I resumed sucking Magnus’ cock.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Arno growing more and more excited, and soon he slipped his trousers down and commenced tugging on his dick. This was a clear green light, and my mouth went ballistic on Magnus’ cock. Slurping like never before, my head bobbed voraciously as Magnus hummed with contentment. I hoped with all my might that Arno might rise to the task. Magically, he soon arose and moved toward the bed.

‘Fuck, am I about to have a dream come true,’ I thought to myself.

‘’Lick my brother’s stump like you mean it as I fuck you. Get busy… You fuckin’ whore,’’ Arno barked menacingly.

‘’Mmmm,’’ I cried as I licked lick a bitch in heat as I salivated on Magnus’ stump. Shortly, my arse got mercilessly ravaged by Arno’s dick.

As I whined, the thumping intensified astronomically as Arno’s icky hands clawed onto my thighs. Painful as it was, I was in heaven.

‘’Yeah, slut, this is what you wanted,’’ he barked as his fist hammered down between my shoulder blades. ‘’Slap his head, bro,’’ Arno growled as Magnus got into character. As Magus redirected my mouth to his cock his eager hips rammed manically upward. With both my holes filled to the limit, I gasped like a whore at a rodeo after-party. I felt like the designated fuck-slut on one of those videos that agree to be gangbanged. It was fan-fuckin’-tastic.

To my ultimate joy, Arno extracted his cock before guiding me upward. As my backside now got lodged on Magnus’ cock, a second dick from Arno presently slammed into my arse. How my eyes remained in their eye sockets, I will never know. With both men being well-above-average, my arse expanded to an unimaginable level. Screaming in ecstasy, my throat became horse as I yelped like an opera singer. Flailing hands now came at my body from every direction as I manically thrashed about from the onslaught. It was magnificent!

When they both came, I was shuddering uncontrollably. My arse lips were so puffy and distended when they finally departed, that I sat on the toilet gently massaging the bloated spoils of their voracious attack.

Fortunately, I got regularly got ‘abused’ by the skanky brothers, after that. Laying naked on my bed once they had departed, their lingering pong hung over me like a musky haze of sensuality as I fed on the cum from my bloated backside.