Tasting My Husband
“Hi Monster Cock,” I mutter.
He steps forward. “You don’t have to be scared,” he says grabbing his cock with his right hand. “I’m just nine inches baby.”
My jaw drops. “What the actual fuck, Corey.”
“Nine and a half on a good day,” he adds, playful.
The head is shaped perfectly smooth, wide, with prominent edges that make it look like it’s made for being sucked. The shaft is thick...thicker than my wrist and veiny.
His balls hang low and heavy.
Corey looks at me and says, “You okay, baby?”
I’m still staring.
“I thought maybe you were shocked that it’s small,” he jokes.
I finally blink. “I always assumed you were hung based on your bulge but... damn.”
He strokes it once or twice. “It gets bigger once it’s hard.”
My throat is dry. “I’m not ready.”
He sits next to me on the bed, serious now. “Liam, listen to me. I know it’s a lot. But you don’t have to be scared. I’m the same guy I was ten minutes ago, before you saw my fit fat bulge. You’re safe with me. If you don’t like something, we stop. Always.”
I swallow, nod. His hand finds mine and squeezes.
“We’ve got all night,” he whispers. “You’re mine forever now. There’s no rush.”
He kisses me. His hand strokes my back, then moves lower to cup my ass through my pants.
“Liam,” he murmurs, groaning softly. “This ass. Liam, your big jiggly ass has been driving me insane for three years.”
I blush hard. “You think it’s jiggly?”
“I know it is,” he murmurs, sliding his hands over my hips. “Every morning, watching you get ready for court? You’d strut around the apartment in those tight dress pants, all serious in your button-up and tie and that fat little ass just jiggling under all that fabric like it was begging for attention. You had no idea what you were doing to me.”
He leans in, kisses just above my waistband.
“I’d watch you pack up your briefcase, looking all professional, and all I could think about was bending you over the kitchen counter. I used to jerk off to the thought of peeling those slacks down and finally getting my hands on what you hid from everyone else.”
His voice dips lower.
“And tonight, baby? I finally get to have it.”
I can’t believe how turned on I am.
“I want to undress you,” he says, “but only if you’re ready.”
I nod again, heart racing.
He stands, pulls me gently up from the bed, and begins to undo the buttons of my shirt. His fingers are slow and soft, tracing my skin as he opens me up. When the shirt slides off, his eyes drink me in.
Then he begins to move his fingers lower towards my hips. Every nerve in my body lights up. I don’t even realize I’m holding my breath until Corey’s fingers brush my waistband. “You okay?” he asks again, voice low.
“I’m okay,” I whisper. But I’m not. Not really. I’m flushed, overwhelmed, painfully hard inside my pants, and staring down at the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in my life.
Corey’s still mostly soft, but it’s thick; easily thicker than my wrist and hanging low between his muscled thighs like it knows I’m not ready. His balls sway as he moves, huge and heavy, and it’s all too much.
He undoes my belt slowly, like it’s part of a ritual he’s rehearsed in his head for months. My breath catches as the buckle clicks open, and when he finally tugs my pants down, the air hits my thighs and my whole body shivers. He kneels to help me step out of them, careful and slow, his hands brushing my calves, and then...there I am. Standing in just my tight little red jockstrap. The waistband rides high on my hips, the pouch stretched tight around my cock, and it’s... embarrassingly hard. Like straining, twitching, leaking hard. And small. So fucking small compared to Corey. I glance down and want to fold into myself, but Corey looks up at me and his eyes go wide with the softest smile.
“Oh my god, baby,” he murmurs, voice thick and low. “You’re so fucking hard.”
I try to speak but nothing comes out. My cheeks burn. I’m painfully aware of how small my dick looks compared to his monster...mine’s thin, maybe four inches hard, not even close to what he’s packing.
“I...I’m sorry,” I stammer, instinctively covering myself. “I know I’m not like you. I’m small.”
But he just stands, puts both hands on my hips, and leans in to kiss me...“Stop it,” he says. “You’re perfect. You’re mine.”
I swallow hard, dizzy with emotion, but he doesn’t let me go there. Instead, he chuckles and slips his fingers under the band of my jock, tugging it up a little.
“This,” he says, grinning, “you wore this for me?”
I nod, still flushed. “I wanted to feel sexy.”
His eyes drag down my body, slow and possessive. “You are sexy, Liam. This jockstrap? The way it hugs your fat ass? Holy shit.”
He slides his hands around to cup both cheeks, fingers squeezing. “Fuck. I’ve waited so long to touch this. You know how many nights I jerked off thinking about how this ass would bounce while I pounded you?”
My knees go weak.
He pulls me closer, palms kneading the thick curve of my butt through the jock.
“Jesus, baby. It’s even better than I imagined. You got a big, fat, jiggly ass. My husband’s ass.”
I let out a tiny, breathy laugh. “You like it?”
“Like it?.....I fucking love it. Turn around Liam”
I do. Face burning. Slowly, nervously, I turn and let him take it in.
Behind me, Corey lets out the filthiest groan. “Aaah.. Fuck. Look at that ass.” He grabs it again, this time rougher. “This thing should be illegal. You could cause traffic with these cheeks. And you’ve been hiding it from me this whole time?”
“I wasn’t hiding it,” I mutter, blushing.
“You were teasing me,” he growls. “Coming over to my apartment in slacks that hugged this fat ass. Walking up the stairs in front of me. You knew what you were doing.”
His hands run up and down the back of my thighs, calloused fingers trailing over the exposed skin beneath the jock. He kisses the right cheek, slow and warm, then smacks it lightly. I jump.
He grins. “Sensitive?”
“A little.”
“You’re gonna be a lot more than that when I’m buried balls deep in here.”
He kisses the left cheek, then the cleft between them. “So soft,” he murmurs. “So round. My fucking god, Liam, this ass is made for me.”
One of his hands slips into the strap and pulls it aside, exposing more skin. Cold air rushes in, and then his lips are there, kissing the base of my spine, trailing down slowly.
“I can’t believe this is mine now,” he says. “All of it. My husband’s ass.”
Then another light slap on my ass. It echoes in the room. He talks to it like it’s separate from me. “You’ve been driving me insane, you know that? Every time you bent over, I had to pretend I wasn’t imagining bending you over the counter. And now? Now I get to own you.”
I exhale shakily. “Corey...”
He pulls the jockstrap down gently until it’s caught under my thighs, cheeks fully bare, parted slightly by how he holds them. He spreads me wider and groans again, just looking.
“You’re so fucking pink back here,” he murmurs. “Tight and untouched. Jesus. You have no idea what that’s doing to me.”
I feel something hot press between my cheeks...his cock, still half-hard but growing by the second and I shudder.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he whispers against my back. “We’ll go slow. But just so you know... I’ve been waiting for this moment since you spilled coffee on yourself that first day. I wanted to bend you over that cafe table and claim this big, fat, lawyer ass before I even knew your last name.”
I gasp.
He kisses the small of my back. “We’re gonna have fun tonight.”
His hand comes down in another playful smack. “Say it, baby. Say whose ass this is.”
I’m dizzy. Floating. Turned on beyond belief. “Yours,” I whisper.
“Damn right. My husband. My sweet little attorney with a fat ass made for riding.”
He gets up slowly, still hard, and sits down at the edge of the bed, legs spread wide like he owns the whole world. His cock hangs between them; thick, flushed, intimidating and he pats his thigh with a lazy grin. “You ready, baby?”
I nod, throat dry, heart racing. Then I slide off the bed and kneel between his legs, my hands resting gently on his thighs. I’m eye-level with it now. Face-to-face with
Corey’s cock. The monster cock.
The tip’s already leaking. His balls look even bigger from this angle, low and heavy with all that built-up need. I’ve never been this close to one before...certainly never one like this. But I feel safe. I feel wanted. So I take a breath and lean in. I reach out, fingers hesitant, and wrap my hand around his cock. It twitches.
“It’s okay,” he whispers. “Take your time.”
“I’ve never done this,” I remind him. “I’ve never even seen one up close. Not like this.”
He strokes my face gently. “Then let me be your first. Your only.”
I lean in closer, breath hitching as I take in the full view. His cock is massive. Thick and veiny, the shaft curves slightly upward, pulsing with heat. The head is swollen and flushed, already leaking clear precum that beads and drips down slowly. It looks angry, demanding, almost inhuman in size... like a monster built for only one purpose. And his balls... fuck. They hang low and heavy, full and tight, like they’re aching to unload. Each one the size of a large egg, smooth and slightly shiny under the soft light, loaded with days' worth of baby-making batter. I swallow hard.
Corey brushes his thumb across my cheek, voice low and proud. “There’s my good boy. You ready to taste your husband?”
His cock starts to grow harder as I move my face closer. The head’s flushed, glistening with precum. I can smell him...clean, musky, masculine.
“It looks scary,” I admit.
He chuckles. “It’s just me, baby.”
I reach out and press my palm to the shaft. It’s warm, veiny, and so thick my fingers don’t meet around it.
I lean forward, open my mouth, and wrap my lips around the head.
“Ohhh fuck,” Corey moans, low and deep. “There’s my good boy”
I swirl my tongue around the ridge. It tastes clean, salty. The kind of taste you want more of. I try to take more, sliding down, inch by inch, but it’s like trying to swallow a beer can. My throat tenses.
“Relax your jaw,” he coaches, hands resting gently on the sides of my head. “Breathe through your nose. That’s it. Good boy.”
I gag.
He pulls back immediately. “Too much? Am I too big baby”
I shake my head. “It’s a monster. But I’m okay. I want this.”
He wipes the corner of my eyes with his thumbs. “You’ve got tears, sweetheart.”
“I’m fine,” I whisper, voice tight. “Just adjusting.”
“You’re doing so good,” he says, voice thick with pride. “You’re beautiful like this.”
That makes my cheeks burn. I try again, bobbing my head slowly. My spit mixes with his precum, making everything slippery. I moan around him without meaning to, lost in the feel of him.
“Use both hands,” he murmurs. “Stroke the base while you suck. That’s it.”
His cock gets harder with each motion, filling out to its full size. I can only take about half of it before I have to pull back, gasping. It twitches in my hand, leaking more.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “You look so good on your knees my baby. My husband Liam. I love you,”
I moan again, sucking his big fat cock harder now, encouraged by his praise. My small cock is rock-hard, untouched, leaking onto my thigh.
Corey starts to gently thrust forward, hips rolling. “You want me to fuck your face a little, baby?”
I nod, and he starts moving, slow and controlled. The head bumps the back of my throat. I gag again.
He pauses, strokes my hair. “You okay?”
I nod again.
He pushes in, deeper this time, and holds it. I gasp through my nose, tears leaking freely.
“Oh my god,” he moans. “You’re doing so fucking good.”
Then he pulls out, lets me catch my breath, and thrusts back in.
“Say something,” he whispers.
“I feel full,” I rasp. “And small. And really, really turned on.”
Corey chuckles, voice low and smooth like warm honey. “My good little lawyer. Swallowing nine and a half inches like a champ.” He thrusts again, slow and steady, letting just the tip slide past my lips before easing back in. My jaw aches, and spit is sliding down my chin, sticky and wet, but I don’t want to stop. His hands stay cupped on either side of my face, thumbs brushing gently beneath my eyes, wiping away every tear like it’s something sacred.
“Good boy,” he murmurs. “You’re doing so fucking good.”
My eyes flutter, already glassy. I feel him hit the back of my throat and gag softly, but I don’t pull away. I try again. Deeper. I want to give him all of me.
Corey groans. “Fuck, Liam... baby, you’re getting used to my size already.”
More spit slips out around my lips. I don’t even try to stop it. My mouth’s full, my head’s spinning, my small cock’s leaking against my thigh from nothing but the weight of his in my throat.
“You’re gonna deepthroat me without gagging in no time,” Corey says, panting lightly, his thumb stroking my cheek. “We’ll practice. Every day. Now that we’re married? I’m gonna help you stretch that mouth just right.”
I moan around him. Loud. My lips suck harder at the thick shaft, tongue swirling at the ridge of his head before I pull back, gasping for air, a string of saliva hanging between my lips and the tip of his cock.
Corey watches me; his husband on his knees, face wet and flushed, hands trembling just slightly on his thick thighs. “You love my cock, huh?” he says softly, reaching down to tap it against my cheek.
I nod, breathless. “Yeah... I do.”
“Say it.”
“I love your cock, Corey,” I whisper, looking up at him. “It’s perfect. Big. Heavy.
Fucking scary.”
He grins. “It’s all yours, baby.”
I wrap my lips around it again and let him guide my head, slow and patient. He never rushes, never forces. He thrusts shallowly, letting me adjust, letting me learn the rhythm of him.
When I gag, he slows down.
When I cry, he wipes the tears with both his hands.
When I moan, he groans like it’s the hottest thing in the world.
His balls slap lightly against my chin. Precum spills down my tongue. My eyes are rolling back, and I’m lost in it...lost in him. And just when I think I’m addicted to his taste, he gently pulls out, breath hitching.
“I love your mouth, baby,” he says, caressing my face. “But it’s time.”
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