"Wait there, wanna try somethin..." Mason loomed behind me, his massive frame casting a shadow even in the dim light.
I could feel the air shift as he positioned himself, his huge cockhead brushing against my exposed asshole, hot and heavy. The contact alone sent a jolt though me.
Shit...
At first, I thought it was not on purpose, but his helmet stayed there. Way too long.
Then, his large hands grabbed at my buns and stretched them fully, exposing my hole:
"Bro... you want it too, right?' Mason's voice rumbled low, cocky as ever.
Without even thinking, I heard myself answer:
"Fuck yeah."
"You need this, right bro?"
He pressed the fat tip of his cock right against my hole, teasing it with slow circles, the heat from his skin making my ass clench instinctively.
"Feels fucking ready."
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding so fast in my chest I feared of passing out.
"We shouln't..." I tried saying. "do this here."
Mason's cock was a way too big. Thick as my wrist, long enough to wreck my intestines. A part of me was scared it'd split me open. We needed lube and better conditions or this could be the end of my hole.
But fuck, I wanted it.
I needed this gymbro cock teasing me more, using my asscheeks to jerk off and call me his bro.
As long as he was not trying to force it inside, we were fine.
"Bro, your hole seems too small for this." He chuckled. "Do you think I could fit inside?"
No kidding man, this would be painfull.
I turned my face to look at the intruder who had entered the room just a few minutes ago. He was still there. I could barely see the shape of his upper body but his eyes were clearly over us.
And his left arm was moving, slowly.
We had to stop this.
But Mason decided for me. Without any hesitation, I felt his strong hands gripping my hips, his climber's fingers digging in just enough to hold me steady.
Shit!
And then he pushed forward.
Not now!
The blunt head of his cock pressed hard against my hole, demanding entry.
I gasped, the pressure building as he nudged harder, but my hole resisted, too tight from the mix of fear and excitement.
*"*Come on... open up for me bro." he grunted, pulling back a bit, his voice all dominant bro tease. "Got an idea."
He didn't pull away fully, though.
Instead, he dragged his massive shlong up and down my crack, the veiny length slapping lightly against my cheeks, more of that hot, thick precum oozing out and dripping onto my hole.
It felt like cum already, so much of it, slicking me up until my asshole twitched, begging despite myself. The teasing was pure torture at this point, his cockhead bumping my entrance over and over, making me burn with need.
Mason kept rubbing his cockhead back and forth, smearing a thick globs of precum. This guy could produce so much pre, like a warm faucet of lube, sticky and copious, ready to use.
Maybe this could work?
I moaned softly, pushing back just a fraction, my lean legs spreading wider on the bench.
"Mason... please..."
"Yeah, that's it, Jonas. Feel that?" He whsipered. "Precum's getting your pussy all wet and ready."
His fingers dug in deep, stretching my ass maximum, pulling the skin taut until my hole gaped slightly, exposed and vulnerable.
He lined up his helmet right there, the swollen head flaring against my entrance.
"Here we go, bro. Breathe in".
Then he pushed: not hard but slow and insistent. The pressure kept mounting and mounting until...
POP!
His cockhead breached me, forcing my asshole to stretch wide around his girth.
Oh fuck!!
The burn hit first, sharp and intense. I never felt my hole gaped like tat. Like tring to take a fucking baseball batt. It just didn't seem possible.
"Damn bro, I'm inside you!" He said, happy as ever. "Fuckin in."
I cried out, my body going rigid then limp, trance-like as waves of pain crashed through me.
Yes! His huge cock was inside, finally, claiming my destoyed hole.
The stud groaned, staying there with only his fat helmet inside, letting me adjust to the invasion:
"You're tight as hell. And so warm." He rocked his hips forward, trying to bury more of his length inside me, but it resisted. "Not sure I could last long."
"Fuuuck!" I moaned in agony. "Wait please. Fuck..."
Yeah no lube was a bad idea.
Maybe he was used to fuck pussy, and only with his precum as lube but come on!
"Hey, you okay?"
Finally, he noticed I was having trouble with it shlong tearing my ass apart.
The stretch was so bad, my walls were gripping him like a vice and I just couln't push him out.
"Please, it's too much...," I gasped, my voice shaky, hands clawing at the wood as the fullness overwhelmed me. "We need to stop dude. Please."
"Christ, I'm sorry man, I'll just..."
I felt his probe move again. This time though he was trying to push back and my body was also resisting, clenching on his tool like it needed more.
"Shit, think it's stuck!" his voice felt like a child's, discovering he just broke his new toy.
Damn it hurt so so bad.
"Come on!" He repeated to himself, applying more force. "Almost there."
FUCK
He finally eased his monster cock free and I heard an obscene sound right at the moment the crown of his helmet popped out of my hole. Some sort of a "pussy fart" I guess. It felt like his cockhead had already gaped my hole.
I felt empty...
"Time to leav then" Mason said, clapping my shoulder "Flat's not far"
"Ok... just a moment big guy."
I had to regain my senses first. My poor hole still hurt from the invasion of his cockhead and the heat of the sauna was also messing up with my sanity.
"Sorry bro." Mason said, handing me a towel.
I slowly sat up, my backside and skull literally on fire.
How long had we been in that oven? It clearly wasn't the smartest thing to do!
"Ready to go?"
Mason's naked body was still glistening, cock swinging heavy between his legs, right in front of me.
Wait... his dick seemed even bigger and longer than usual? If that was even possible?
Maybe it was the heat ? Him breaking my hole open? Or the fact that we were being watched the whole time?
Who knows.
But the size of his sea monster was clearly not normal.
We grabbed our towels quick, wrapping up as the stranger's eyes followed every move, his hard-on blatant now. Mason shot him a cocky nod like it was nothing, then led me out into the cooler hallway, the steam clinging to our skin.
Outside, cool air hit us and I swear my brain rebooted.
“Come on,” he said. “I’ll walk you to my place.”
Well, the "Walk you" part turned into "Mason's district grand tour", because the gymrat was visibly thrilled to show me his favorite places (his bakery, his stretching spots, where he bought his veggies and so on.) It was adorable really.
Sometimes he would place his hand around my waist, without forcing it, just resting there as if to attract my attention.
When we reached his flat, I clearly felt like a chick he was taking home.
His place was… exactly what you’d expect, in the best way.
Warm lighting. A faint smell of his musk in the air, sweat, and some deodorant.
This guy clearly loved collecting shoes! There were at least ten pairs of them right at the entrance, lined up on several rows perfectly. Some were clearly for climbing, others beat-up sneakers that had seen things.
There were many many posters too. Some fesivals and bands I didn't know, some generic motivational sports thing, lots of climbing too.
There were a few weights lying on the floor too.
Not trashy. Just… Mason.
“Sorry if it’s not super tidy,” he said while kicking a stray towel into a corner with his foot.
“It’s perfect,” I answered honestly. "Love your posters man."
He brightened:
“Thanks bro."
Then, immediately, like he’d been waiting all day to ask:
“Wanna watch something while we eat? Ther's IFSC right now if you want. Or anything, really.”
"What's that? IFSC?"
"Oh, that's a climbing comp' bro. One of the best."
My ears perked up. I looked around his place again. The couch already looked comfortable. The TV was on standby.
“I’m down,” I said.
To be honest, I'd never watched a climbing competition before, but I was keen to discover it with him. I could tell he was dying to show me all that, and to be honest, I loved to see that happy face on him.
He grinned, went to the kitchen, and came back holding a shaker bottle like it was sacred.
“Got the sacred post-session drink dude,” he announced proudly.
"What's in there?"
“It’s kinda my secret recipe. Good for recovery. And gains.”
"Of course big guy." I teased him. "Only gains I bet."
He lowered his voice:
“You want some?”
“Yeah,” I said, smiling. “I’d love that.”
I watched him fetch another shaker from the fridge, my eyes lingering on the tank top that hugged his large shoulders so well.
"There you go dude." Him handing me the shaker made me stop drooling. "Hope you like the taste."
I reached for the shaker. It smelled a bit weird not gonna lie. You could smell pineapple but the rest was a bit messy.
"Sit bro. I'll whip up some rice and shrooms for us" He moved easy, chopping things with climber's precision, his biceps flexing with each move. "Been' a while since I've cooked for someone else."
I went to the sofa and sat down slowly.
OUCH
Damn, my hole still hurt.
Between chopping some ingredients, Mason came to find the right chain with the remote, and soon, climbers of all ages and backgrounds were battling it out on routes that looked utterly impossible to even begin.
Sometimes he would comment on the performances. You could guess he was used to watch those competitions.
His dish was ready in no time, and to be honest, it was really good! The guy knew how to cook, the rice was incredibly fragrant, the mushrooms tasted amazing, and the cream was thick and perfectly balanced.
The more I thought about it, the more I thought he'd make a perfect husbando lol.
Well shit... what am I even talking about? I had met this guy only a few weeks ago.
We both ate quickly. He did it out of habit and I because his dish was delicious. Once we were both finished, he told me, almost regretfully, that there wasn't any more and cleared the table. I offered to help him with the dishes, but he quickly put me in my place as a guest:
"No chance bro. But there's something you could for me though."
"Damn, I missed that." Mason said casually as I was sucking on his cockead with hunger. "You good down there?"
I nodded, his fat helmet bulging my mouth, veins pulsing from time to time. I could taste the salty remnants of sauna sweat and all his thick precum.
He kept talking, unfazed, one hand on the remote:
"Nah okay, that guy? He’s insane,” Mason said, pointing at the screen. “He’s from Slovenia. Tiny dude but crazy footwork.”
I nodded again, half-listening, half-amazed by how animated he got, sucking deeper, my mouth stretching around his girth, tongue swirling the underside as I bobbed, taking more of his length.
“Shiiiit... you should see this bro. That's like V10 at least." He continued as I was carefully bathing his huge balls one by one. "You gotta trust the friction, not overgrip, see, that’s where he messes up.”
Saliva and precum dripped down on the carpet as usual with him. He was always a messy guy during our blowjob sessions. His cock swelled fully in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat again and again, making me gag but push on, eager for his approval. I tried getting his cockhead past my throat but it just wouln't fit. He seemed to love it since he stopped commenting:
"Fuck, bro, that's so good and all but we gotta' go further right?"
He finally set the remote down and I felt his fingers tangling in my hair, guiding me slowly.
"Ready for some reps?" he asked, very serious. "We’re going to go ten seconds deep, ten seconds off, okay?"
This was heaven, really.
"Take a deep breath.” Mason said, slapping my head gently with his big palm. "Here we go."
And with that, he pushed his helmet past my uvula, forced it so hard I saw stars. Five seconds of hard stretching until I felt my throat finally surrend to his cockhead.
POP!
“Shit that's good. Okay. One… Two…, Three…”
I was only past half of his massive cock but it still felt too much already.
Fuck bro, I love you but that cock is just way too big!
Mason counted slower and slower as I started to gag. That fucker was taking his time! Thing is, I couln't withdraw from his grip, I had to stay in place and take it.
“Four…, Five…, Six man, come on!”
I'm gonna pass out!
“Seven... Eight, almost there! Nine!”
I had tears running down my face, soaked from coughing up on mymself.
“Ten bro!” Mason said yanking his cock out of my throat. "You did great dude. Congrats."
I couln't thank him even if I wanted.
He waited for me to recover a bit: I had to clear my throat, asked to drink some more of his protein shake which he fed me and dried my tears with my palms.
"Gonna need a few other sets though." He said, voice very low and commanding.
This cycle continued for another three rounds, Mason continuously pushing me deeper and deeper on it, saying he needed it to be wet for what was coming next.
And when I was about to faint, Mason withdrew from my poor throat one final time:
"Damn, that was close bro. Almost nutted right there."
He paused, looking at my messy face for a while, smiling lightly:
"C'mere, sit here, you’ll see better.”
Before my brain could process anything, he patted his right knee.
Yeah. His. Knee.
"Bring your bare ass over there bro, skin to skin."
I kid you not, my internal system crashed.
Blowing this hunk of a guy off was something already... but sitting on his lap seemed somehow even sexier... in a strange way it also felt right.
Clearing my throat, I tried to play it cool, removing my shorts and boxers in one swift move.
Very calmly. Very normally. Definitely not screaming internally lol.
Mason didn’t even flinch. He just adjusted a bit so I’d be comfortable, one big arm wrapped around my waste, eyes glued to the climbers. Maybe he needed to rest a bit too since he was so close.
His mammoth cock, still wet with my throat slime was pulsing between his big legs, pointing right at the screen. It was honestly funny how his cock seemed to watch the show with us, bouncing from time to time.
A few minutes passed. I thought we were done for tonight and hontestly, I was disappointed because my mouth really needed to taste his load again. My eyes were glued to his tasty cockhead, his bouncing shaft (so fucking long and girthy), and his heavy nuts that looked ready to burst. Yeah, I needed his cum badly.
"All right bro, think we could try to stretch that pussy?"
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