The next few weeks were pure fucking torture.
After that night on the couch—after Alex swallowed every drop like it was his favorite protein shake—things didn’t go back to normal. They got worse. Way worse.
Alex started teasing me on purpose. He’d walk around the apartment in nothing but tight boxer briefs, the kind that hugged his juicy bubble butt like a second skin. He’d “forget” to close his door while changing, giving me a full view of that perfect peach as he bent over to grab socks. Or he’d stretch in the living room, back arched, ass popped out, pretending he was just loosening up after a run. I’d catch him glancing over his shoulder, smirking when he saw me staring, dick already thickening in my sweats.
I wasn’t innocent either. I started firing back.
I’d come back from the gym, shirt off, sweat dripping down my chest, towel slung low on my hips. I’d lean against the kitchen counter, flexing my arms while I drank water, knowing exactly how my hairy pecs and deep-cut abs looked under the lights. One day I sent him a mirror selfie from the bathroom—cap backwards, arm up, showing off the thick trail of hair running down my chest and disappearing into my low-slung gym shorts. My bulge was obvious, the outline of my eleven-inch monster pressing against the fabric. Caption: “Gym gains, bro. You like?”
His reply came in under a minute: a pic of him in class, legs spread under the desk, hand subtly adjusting the tent in his jeans. “You’re killing me, Josh. Can’t focus.”
We started sexting nonstop. Dirty texts while he was in lecture, while I was supposed to be studying. He’d send me a shot of his ass in the mirror, cheeks spilling out of his shorts, caption: “Miss having this on your lap?” I’d fire back with a close-up of my hard cock straining against my boxer briefs, pre-cum soaking through, “This misses your throat.”
It was constant. Teasing. Edging. But we hadn’t touched each other since that first blowjob. We were both too stubborn, too into the game.
Until one night.
I heard the shower running. Alex had gone in after a long run, door cracked just enough to let steam escape. I was in my room, trying to jerk off to the memory of his lips around me, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
I stripped down, cock already rock-hard and leaking, and pushed the bathroom door open. Steam hit me like a wall. Through the fogged glass, I saw him—back turned, water cascading over his lean muscles, that big, round ass glistening.
I stepped in behind him.
He froze when my body pressed against his—my hairy chest against his smooth back, my thick arms caging him in, my massive cock sliding up between his cheeks. He gasped, head dropping forward.
“Josh…” he breathed.
I turned his head with one hand, fingers tangled in his wet curls, and crashed my mouth against his. It was messy, hungry—tongues sliding, teeth clashing, water pouring over us. He tasted like mint toothpaste and need. I growled into his mouth, grinding my cock between his ass cheeks, the fat head bumping his tight little hole with every thrust.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I muttered against his lips. “Been dying to get my hands on this ass.”
He whimpered, pushing back against me. “Then take it, big guy. Fuck me. Please.”
I slid my length up and down his crack, teasing that pink, puckered ring. It clenched every time the head kissed it, begging to be filled. I could feel how tight he was—virgin tight. The thought made my balls ache.
“You want this monster stretching you open?” I rasped, voice low and rough. “Want me to pound that pretty hole till you can’t walk?”
“Yes—fuck, yes,” he moaned, bracing his hands on the tile. “Please, Josh. Ruin me.”
I almost did it. Almost lined up and pushed in. But I wanted to hear him beg more. Wanted to see him break.
Instead, I spun him around, shoved him down to his knees on the wet floor. Water pounded his shoulders as he looked up at me, eyes wide and dark, lips parted.
“Open,” I ordered.
He obeyed instantly.
I fed him my cock—slow at first, letting him adjust to the girth stretching his jaw. He moaned around me, tongue swirling, hands gripping my thighs. I tangled my fingers in his hair and started thrusting—deeper, harder. He gagged, spit dripping down his chin, mixing with the shower water.
“Take it, baby,” I groaned. “Take every fucking inch.”
He tried. God, he tried. His throat fluttered around me as I pushed past the back, forcing my way down. His eyes watered, tears mixing with the spray, but he didn’t pull away. He grabbed my ass, pulling me deeper, choking himself on my length.
I lost it.
The sight of him—kneeling, helpless, throat stuffed full of my cock—snapped something in me. I started fucking his face in earnest. Rough. Brutal. My hips snapped forward, balls slapping his chin, the wet gluck-gluck-gluck echoing off the tiles. He gagged hard, body jerking, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I held his head in place, using his mouth like a toy.
“Fuck… gonna cum… gonna fill your throat, Alex…”
He moaned around me, the vibration sending me over the edge.
I slammed in one last time—deep, balls-deep—and unloaded. Thick, heavy ropes shot straight down his throat. He choked, swallowing frantically, but some spilled out, dripping down his chin in milky streaks. I kept thrusting through it, milking every last drop into his greedy mouth.
When I finally pulled out, he was gasping, coughing, lips swollen and red, face flushed. He looked wrecked. Beautiful.
I pulled him up, kissed him hard—tasting myself on his tongue—and pressed my forehead to his.
“Next time,” I whispered, voice wrecked, “I’m taking that ass.”
He shivered against me, nodding weakly.
“Promise?”
(The next day)
I stumbled through the door after a brutal practice, muscles aching, sweat still clinging to my skin under my tank top. All I wanted was a shower and a beer, but the second I hit my bedroom, that plan went straight to hell.
Alex was in my bed. Sprawled out like he owned the place, wearing nothing but a slutty white lace thong that barely covered shit. The fabric was sheer, hugging his hard cock and balls, but it was his ass that stole the show—those big, juicy cheeks spilling out, the lace thong riding up between them like an invitation. He looked up at me with that teasing grin, eyes dark and hungry.
"Welcome home, big guy," he purred, voice low and filthy.
I froze in the doorway, my cock instantly twitching to life. "What the fuck, Alex?"
He sat up slow, arching his back, making those cheeks bounce just a little. "Figured you'd like a surprise. Sit down. Watch."
He nodded at the chair across from the bed—the one I usually dumped my gym bag on. I didn't argue. Dropped my shit and sank into it, legs spread wide, already palming my growing bulge through my shorts.
Alex stood up, turning so his back was to me. Fuck, that thong framed his bubble butt perfectly—round, firm, the lace digging into the soft flesh. He started moving, hips swaying, then full-on twerking. His cheeks clapped together, jiggling with every bounce, the thong slipping deeper into his crack. The room filled with the soft slap of skin, and I could see his hole peeking through the lace, pink and tight, winking at me.
I groaned, shoving my shorts down, my eleven-inch monster springing free—thick, veiny, already leaking pre-cum. I wrapped my hand around it, stroking slow, eyes glued to him.
"That's it," he moaned, looking over his shoulder. "Stroke that big dick for me, Josh. Watch how I shake this ass for you."
He bent over the bed, hands on the mattress, popping his cheeks harder. Then he reached back, hooking a finger under the thong and pulling it aside. His hole twitched, exposed and begging. He slid a finger down, circling the rim, teasing himself.
"Fuck... look at this tight jock pussy," he whispered. "All yours, Josh. Been waiting for that huge cock to stretch it."
He pushed a finger in—slow, knuckle-deep. I watched it disappear into that soft, pink heat, his walls clenching around it. He added a second, scissoring them, moaning like a porn star. His free hand reached under, stroking his own cock through the lace. The wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out mixed with his gasps, and I stroked faster, matching his rhythm, my balls tightening already.
"God, it feels so good," he panted. "But it's nothing compared to what your dick's gonna do. Gonna own this pussy, aren't you? Breed it deep."
I was throbbing, pre-cum dripping over my knuckles. "Fuck yeah, baby. Keep going."
He pulled his fingers out, slick and shiny, then strutted over to me. Straddled my lap like a stripper, his thick thighs bracketing mine. His ass settled right on my cock, the lace thong the only thing between us. He ground down, slow circles, my shaft nestling between his cheeks.
"Flex for me," he demanded, hands roaming my chest. "Show me those big muscles."
I grinned, himbo mode kicking in. Lifted my arms, biceps bulging, veins popping. He leaned in, kissing my right bicep, tongue tracing the curve. "So fucking strong," he murmured, grinding harder. Moved to my pecs, sucking a nipple into his mouth, biting gently while his hips rolled. My cock slid up and down his crack, the head nudging his hole through the thin lace—hot, teasing friction that had me groaning.
He licked down my abs, worshipping each ridge, his breath hot against my skin. "These abs... fuck, Josh. You're a god. And this cock..." He reached back, guiding my length between his cheeks again, the thong pushed aside now. The head kissed his hole directly—soft, puckered skin yielding just a bit, promising heaven inside.
"Tease that pussy," he begged. "Feel how wet I am for you? Gonna claim it, big guy. Fill me up, own every inch."
I was losing my mind—the heat of his body, the musky scent of his arousal mixing with my sweat, his dirty words hitting like punches. I grabbed his hips, thrusting up, gliding my cock along his crack, the veiny underside rubbing his hole raw.
"Enough," I growled finally. Scooped him up like he weighed nothing—my arms flexing under him—and tossed him onto the bed. He landed on his back, legs spreading wide, that thong still barely on.
I dove in, yanking the lace aside and burying my face in his ass. My tongue lapped at his hole—salty, musky, so fucking addictive. I slobbered all over it, spit dripping down his crack, then pushed my tongue inside. Fucked him with it, deep thrusts, swirling around his walls. I knew what I was doing—had made girls squirt back in the day with this mouth. Curled my tongue, hitting that spot, feeling his prostate swell under the pressure.
Alex went insane. Arched off the bed, hands fisting my hair, thighs clamping my head. "Oh fuck—Josh! Eat that pussy! Tongue-fuck me deeper!"
His hole clenched around my tongue, hot and velvety, juices mixing with my spit. I added fingers—two, then three—stretching him while I sucked and licked. He was babbling, body shaking, cock leaking onto his abs.
"Please—fuck me! Need your cock, Josh! Breed me!"
I pulled back, wiping my mouth, cock throbbing painfully. "You ready for this monster?"
He nodded frantically. "Yes—slow, please. Wanna feel every inch."
I grabbed lube from the nightstand—thank fuck I had some—slicked up my length, then positioned at his entrance. Pushed in slow. The head popped past his rim, and holy shit—the heat, the tightness. His hole was soft like velvet, gripping me like a vice, hot walls pulsing around my shaft. I inched deeper, feeling him stretch, his body yielding inch by inch.
"Fuuuuck," I groaned. "So tight... like a glove, baby."
He whimpered, nails digging into my shoulders. "Big... so big... owning my pussy..."
Halfway in, I paused, letting him adjust, then thrust the rest—bottoming out, balls against his ass. He screamed, back arching, hole fluttering wildly.
I started moving—slow at first, long drags out, then slamming back in. Built up speed, fucking him hard, the bed creaking under us. We made out sloppy—tongues battling, his moans vibrating into my mouth. I flexed while I pounded him—arms up, pecs bouncing with every thrust, abs tight and rippling.
"Look at me," I grunted. "Your big himbo stud, wrecking this hole."
He stared, eyes glazed, hands roaming my body. "Yes—fuck me harder! Breed me, Josh!"
His cock bounced between us, untouched, as I railed him. Hit his prostate over and over, feeling his walls clamp down. He came first—screaming like a slut, ropes of cum painting his chest, body convulsing around me.
That sent me over. "Gonna breed you deep," I snarled. "Fill this pussy up—get you pregnant with my load. Take it all, baby."
I slammed in one last time, erupting. Hot, thick spurts flooded his guts, pulsing deep inside. His hole milked me, squeezing every drop.
We collapsed, panting, my cock still buried in him. He kissed my neck weakly. "Yours," he whispered.
"Fuck yeah," I murmured. "All mine."
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