The Hung Romantic

All characters and scenes are purely fictional and for fantasy purposes only. 

The worst day of my life actually turned into arguably the best day of my life.  Let me provide some background and explain.

My name is Tony and things have always come pretty easily to me for most of my life.  Growing up, I was a popular kid; I was very outgoing and made friends easily, I was blessed with good looks and was naturally athletic, which led to me being popular with both girls and guys.  Even though I had a small frame, I was interested in joining the wrestling team and needed to bulk up to have a chance to complete.  Luckily for me, I was blessed with good genes and was able to build muscle pretty easily.  

I leveled out at 5’ 7” in high school and was all-state in the 147-pound weight class my junior and senior years.  I’m by no means a conceited person, but I have to admit, the wrestling singlets were pretty hot.   I really liked the way I looked in them, but they left little to the imagination up front.   Due to my Italian/Swedish heritage, I hung about 5” soft and was pretty thick, which looked huge against my 28” waist and almost obscene in my singlet.  I ended up wearing a jock underneath to keep it under control during matches, but would have much preferred not wearing anything.

It was also in my late high school years that I came out to my family and friends that I was gay.  To this day, I realize how lucky I was to be surrounded by supportive family and friends at such a critical time in my life.  There’s a lot of people in similar situations that aren’t as fortunate.  Being an openly gay athlete, it never became an issue in the locker room either.   As much as I wanted to, I never really stared at other naked guys in the locker room.  It may have been because we were teammates or because I really was comfortable with who I was.

Because of my wrestling record, I was able to get a full scholarship to the state university.  Like I said before, I’ve always made friends easily and got along with pretty much everyone, but I have to admit I had a little anxiety not knowing who my roommate was going to be. 

On my first day at school, I walked into my dorm room for the first time wearing a loose t-shirt, cutoff sweats and flip flops.  I was the first one there so I chose the bed in the back part of the room.  I was busy putting unpacking my stuff and getting situated when a guy came in with his bags.  He introduced himself as Derrick and he too was a freshman athlete but on the swim team.  Derrick was taller than me at 6’ and though I didn’t say as much, he was pretty hot.  He wore some casual shorts and a t-shirt that accentuated his swimmer’s build.   He too was wearing flip flops, but I also couldn’t help but notice he had really big feet, which probably helped him in the pool.  Of course, I could only wonder if the saying was true, but it was only a thought at this point.

Derrick was from a smaller town on the other side of the state and though he didn’t seem as outgoing as me, he was a really nice guy once I got to know him.  It was during these first few days after getting to know him more that I felt comfortable confiding in him that I was gay and that I hoped he could be comfortable with it.  I explained that I was a regular guy that just happened to be sexually attracted to guys.  With Derrick being from a small town, I wasn’t sure what kind of reaction I’d get, but it was important for me to be honest with my new roommate.

When I asked if he had a girlfriend, he said he didn’t and that he had really focused a lot on swimming throughout high school.  He asked if I had a lot of boyfriends and I told him honestly that I hadn’t had any and that I too had focused on wrestling during my high school years.   I could tell he was getting more comfortable with me as it was at this point that he told me that he was actually not sure about his sexuality.  Coming from a small town, there weren’t a lot of people he felt comfortable talking about this with, especially his parents, who he told me were very religious and not approving of the homosexual lifestyle.  As a result, he seemed to feel like he suppressed any sexual feelings, focusing on his swimming.   To make him feel more comfortable, I admitted that I was a virgin, which I think surprised him.  I then laughed and said that doesn’t mean I don’t jerk off.  I continued by telling him not to worry, that I wouldn’t jerk off in front of him.  This made him laugh in a way that I could tell was making him feel even more comfortable about himself and me.

As the weeks went on, he continued to ask questions, which seemed to strengthen the bond between us.

We initially were cautious about changing clothes in front of each other.  I would always turn my back to change and purposely never really gave him the chance to see me naked (even though I would have preferred to be naked in the room).  Again, I didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable when he’s still trying to figure things out sexually.   We did see each other in our underwear, since that's what we both slept in, though I would take mine off as soon as I got under my sheets.   He wore boxers, which seemed odd to me for a swimmer, but maybe I was expecting him to wear speedos all the time.  I on the other hand preferred boxer briefs, however, this would change as I got older.

As the semester went on, we both were occupied with our studies and our respective sports.   Our seasons coincided with each other, which kept us busy between practices, meets and studying.  We had never seen each other in our respective athletic gear; Derrick in his speedo and me in my singlet.  This would change on a day when we both had our last official home meet of the season.   I had gotten back to the room first and was still wearing my blue and white singlet under my sweats.  I wasn’t expecting Derrick back and had just taken off my sweats when Derrick walked in.   I was facing the door when he opened it and he looked at me in what seemed at the time a different way.   He closed the door and commented how this was the first time he had seen me in my singlet. 

Not being shy, I asked him what he thought.   He hesitated for a while and said that I had a really nice body and that it looked really good on me.   I then decided to push the envelope and told him what’s fair is fair and that I had never seen him in his speedo.  He paused for a bit and then cautiously laughed.  I could tell he was struggling on what to do next.  He then said, ‘You know, you’re right’.  In a more confident manner than I had ever seen from Derrick he took off his hoodie and kicked off his flip flops and then dropped his sweat pants.   There he was, wearing his speedo in the blue and white colors of our school.  I tried not to stare, but wow, he was beautiful.  His body was what I would have expected of a swimmer; ripped abs, squared off pecs, beautiful nipples and swimmer’s legs.  The speedo itself was straining to hide a large bulge, but I couldn’t determine if it was his cock, his balls or both.  

He then repeated my question and asked me what I thought.  I hesitated for a bit and then told him that he obviously had a great body and that he looked really good in the speedo (though I wanted to say he’d look better out of it).   It’s at this point we both felt a little awkward…there was silence for a while and I knew we both were probably thinking the same thing but reluctant to say anything.  I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want Derrick to feel pressured into something he wasn’t ready to do or deal with.  I figured Derrick had finally encountered a situation where he needed to make a decision on what he wanted to do, sexually.

Not liking the length of the silence, I decided to break the ice by asking him if it was ok if I got naked in front of him.  I told him it was totally up to him and to not feel any pressure, but I finally explained to him that I preferred being naked.   He kind of smiled and said that he would like to see that.  Without hesitating, I slipped my shoulders out of the singlet, slid it down to my ankles and stepped out of it.  Still wearing my jock, I stood up and put the fingers inside the waistband and slid it too down to the ground.  I stood up and stared at Derrick directly in his green eyes in my naked glory.

With a devious smile that I had never seen on Derrick before, he looked at me slowly nodding his head in approval.  He then put his fingers inside the waistband of his speedo and slid it to the floor and then stood straight up, staring me in the eyes as well.  For the first time, I couldn’t help but look at his beautiful nakedness.   His bush was neatly trimmed (not sure when he did that, but ok) and his family jewels looked magnificent.  He was about 6 inches soft, cut and it was pretty thick.  Between that and his egg-sized balls, I could see why he looked the way he did in his speedo.

This was now unexplored territory for both of us.  I couldn’t control my excitement and my soft 5 inches began growing, eventually pointing up passed my navel.  It definitely caught Derrick’s attention as I saw him staring at it.  This caused a similar reaction from him.   Now I know I’m big, especially for my size, but he was actually slightly bigger and thicker than I was, probably around 9 inches long.

It was at this point that I asked him what we should do next, since we obviously both found each other attractive.   He slowly walked toward me and cautiously put his hand on my chest, but still at a distant where are cocks were still apart from each other.  Having never felt another man’s hand on my body I made a low moan at his touch and recoiled slightly.  I told him it was ok and that he should feel free to explore me.

His large hands traced the V of my torso down to my narrow waste.  He took one hand and ran it through my hair with his emerald green eyes making direct contact with my crystal blue ones.   We both leaned in and touched lips gently and then just like that, started passionately kissing each other.  At this point our hands were exploring each other’s bodies as our engorged cocks pressed against the other’s stomachs. 

The pent-up passion that had been building silently in each of us over the last few months was now on full display.   I instinctively got to my knees and pulled his massive cock onto my face, rubbing it all over my face so I could get his beautiful scent all over me.  I opened my mouth to take my first taste of cock and just looked into his eyes and slowly rolled mine, letting him know I thoroughly enjoyed what I was doing.  I lifted his hefty balls and began to take more in my mouth, trying to get as much of him in as possible.  At one point I apologized for not being able to take all of him in my mouth, but he was totally cool and replied, ‘just remember, practice makes perfect’.  With that I was put at ease and just continued to make love to his beautiful cock and getting my first taste of his pre-cum, which I would become addicted to.

After a few minutes, he indicated it was his turn.  He then got down on his knees, which was pretty hot seeing a stud like Derrick on his knees about to take my fat 8 ½ inch dong.  At this point, I was dripping like a faucet.  He hesitantly licked my goo and smiled and then explored my cock head with his lips and tongue, trying to mimic what I had done to him.  He ultimately was able to get most of my cock in his mouth, leaving the last inch or two untouched.   It was then I looked down at him and smiled, repeating his words that ‘practice makes perfect’.

Being our first time, we were both ready to explode.  We agreed that we wanted to see each other cum this first time, so while Derrick was sucking me, I let him know I was about to cum.  I pulled out of his mouth and without thinking and being completely controlled by the situation, I feverishly stroked my 8 1/2  inches and let go, arching my body and tipping my head back as I exploded, not knowing where my load was going.  As my initial orgasm started to subside, I looked down and saw Derrick’s face covered with one of the biggest loads I have ever produced.   It dripped down onto his smooth, muscular chest.  I immediately apologized but surprisingly, he wasn’t fazed at all.

He then asked if he could do the same thing to me.  I quickly agreed and we once again switched positions.  I took his thick cock into my mouth, tasting his pre-cum and thinking ahead about how much he would squirt on me.  Within a few minutes, I could tell he was getting close, at which point he pulled and started stroking like a mad man.   He too was in ecstasy as his first powerful squirt hit me in the face, which was followed by 2 or 3 more squirts of equal volume.  Man, did this guy produce a lot!   I tasted his cum as it dripped into my mouth and became immediately addicted to his taste, gobbling up what I could as he finished cumming on me.  

I stood up and we embraced in a hug, sticky from each other’s load and standing in a puddle of the remaining cum that had dripped on the floor.  We smiled and kissed, again enjoying each other’s bodies and realized that this was something special.

With both of our sport seasons over, we now had the time outside our studies to push our newfound relationship forward.  We began hanging out naked in our room and sleeping in the same bed together, which I have to admit, was extremely fulfilling (I actually missed it when we would go our separate ways between semesters).  Being naked all the time had its obvious advantages as we would jerk off together or suck each other multiple times a day.  After a week or so, we agreed to take our relationship to the next level. 

It started when I broached the topic with him one night after showering before bed and asked if he had thought about it all.  We had really never discussed the top/bottom situation, but having his big dick pressed up against me every night felt amazing.  He said he actually thought about it a lot and actually wanted me to top him!  Though I loved the feeling of him against me, his size made me think about whether I’d be able to handle him, so this kind of worked out well.

Without waiting another second, we started making out passionately in our bed.   We were both hard like granite and while we continued to make out, I began probing his smooth hole with my finger, slowly dragging it back forth to see what kind of reaction I would get.  As expected, Derrick let out some low moans, which he did in his sleep when I was pressed up against him.  I then put my finger in between our mouths as we were making out to get it wet.  I then back to his pucker and traced the outline of his hole with my now wet finger and then slowly began inserting into his tight hole.  I continued to look into his eyes to make sure I wasn’t hurting him since he was really tight.  I was determined that I would take as long as possible to make him feel like he never had before.   Several minutes later I was able to get a couple fingers in, which was driving him crazy. 

At some point, I had asked him to get up so I could lay on my back.  I then asked him to lay on top of me so we could continue making out.  I then spread his beautiful cheeks and moved my blood-filled cock so it was laying right across his crack.  He looked in my eyes and almost instinctively started grinding back and forth.   Well, this drove me crazy, causing my cock to just start oozing pre-cum all over his crack.  I hadn’t thought about lube before starting, but realized the way I was leaking there was no need for it.  I guided my cock head up and down his crack, driving him crazier.  After a few minutes of moaning in my mouth while I continued rubbing my head on him, he finally begged me to penetrate him.  I told him to tell me to stop if it was too much, to which he nodded up and down.  While looking directly into each other’s eyes, I slowed pushed my fully enflamed cockhead into his now completely pre-cum soaked hole.  There was initial resistance, but he slowly let me in.  I left the head in him for a bit, which continued to ooze into his canal while I waited for him to give me the go ahead to push more in.  After getting a couple of inches into him, I started slowly pulling out to my head and pushing back, just a little farther each time.   He had me stop going deeper after getting about 5 inches of my fatty inside.  I then picked up the pace and began sliding in and out of him.   His ass was gripping my dick like I never would have imagined.  I really would have liked to have put my entire dick in him, but I remembered what we had told each other before, ‘practice makes perfect’.  

Derrick started stroking his cock faster and told me he was going to cum.   I told him to slow down because I wanted to know where he wanted my load.  He was in such heat and insistent I shoot inside him.   As he finished his sentence, he began jerking his huge dick really hard and began cumming like I never saw him before.  He shot over my head, which sent me into a frenzy, causing me to unleash an unbelievable load in his beautiful ass.  We laid spent on the bed and I couldn’t help but notice my load drooling out of Derrick’s cute ass.

We continued ‘practicing’ and within no time, we were both able to take each other’s cocks orally and he was able to take all of my fat cock in his beautiful bubble butt.   My whole life I had never considered being top or bottom, but I had to admit at this point, making love to Derrick most every day was pure heaven.  I felt like the luckiest guy on earth.

Derrick and I continued being an item all the way through graduation and we ended up getting an apartment together in the city.  Derrick had studied computer science and got a good job at a tech firm.  I had landed an entry level sales position and made the 100% club my first 2 years.  With that experience, I interviewed and got a sales position at a major pharmaceutical company.  

With the responsibilities of my new job, I had to do a lot of travel across the country.   After about a year of traveling for my new position, I came home early from a business trip, carrying a dozen roses to surprise Derrick.  I walked in the house and saw clothes strewn all over the living room.   I instantly got a pit in my stomach and got a sense of unease.  I went up to our bedroom, hearing deep moaning along the way.  I walked into the open doorway of our bedroom and saw the neighbor’s 22-year-old daughter, Megan, bouncing up and down on Derrick’s 9 inch cock.

Derrick saw me first, quickly pushing Megan off his shaft as if she was no longer present.  He looked at me and appeared to not know what to say.  I, on the other hand, didn’t handle it well.  I unleashed a barrage of profanities that have rarely ever left my lips and also ignored Megan, who was getting dressed and high-tailing it out of our apartment.

Turns out, Derrick and I didn’t communicate as well as I had thought we did.  He had been banging Megan for about 6 months whenever I was out of town.  As for why he had turned his attention to the opposite sex, he said he always had an interest, but just had never acted on it.  He said it all started when he saw Megan at the pool in our complex.   She evidently wore something very minimal that triggered something in him.   He then decided he would wear his square cut bathing suit, which I know is tight on him and doesn’t leave much to the imagination.   The next time they saw each other they started chatting and one thing led to another.  Once he started having sex with her, he realized how much he liked topping and since he was under the impression I didn’t want to bottom, continued with his charade.  

After listening to his reasoning, I had to admit that after all these years, I didn’t really know Derrick anymore.  Maybe we should have discussed my travel requirements more, but he seemed very approving at the time.  Maybe his sex drive was more important than us.   Sure, I have a high sex drive too, but in my mind, some things are more important when you look at the bigger picture.

I slept on the couch that night, as there was no way I was sleeping in that bed, no matter how often he washed those sheets.  Not being able to sleep, I tried to figure out what I was going to do next.  I didn’t want to make a rash decision, but at the same time, I didn’t know how I’d be able to live here anymore.  Also, the timing literally sucked.  I was about to tell Derrick that the prospect I had visited while I was out of town was a huge deal and would be enough for me to make my numbers for the year.  The commission for this deal alone would have secured a downpayment on a new place we had been planning for. 

After weighing my options and looking at different places in a town about 15 minutes away for the next few days, I decided I couldn’t live there anymore and decided to move out.  Sure, it was farther away from work, but I had less change of bumping into Derrick. 

For the next few months, I struggled to focus on my job while trying to heal my broken heart.  I decided soon after the break-up to start biking after work in addition to going to the gym prior to work.  I needed to clear my head and get focused on this prospect, who was planning to make their decision in the coming months. 

Well after busting my ass for the next 2 months, the prospect finally decided to go with my competitor.  Again, I was crushed.  They liked me as a person, but admitted that our pricing had fallen short.

I had just gotten over Derrick and now this.  I thought back to how easy everything had come to me in my life, but within 6 months, I had to deal with two entirely different challenges, which I had no previous experience with knowing how to deal with.

On a whim, I decided I needed to go out and have a few drinks at a bar a few miles away.  I was trying to reassure myself that everything was going to be alright.  After a few beers, I was heading to the bathroom when I accidentally bumped into this guy’s chair.  I turned and quickly apologized but the guy, who was probably close to a foot taller than me, was a real dick.  Not the type to back down, I mouthed back him and he started getting closer to me and screaming stuff that was obviously out of line.  Sure, I had a buzz, but I didn’t think I was that drunk.   The back and forth kept going until this guy came over and broke us apart.  I couldn’t really tell, but the guy that stepped in seemed pretty built and was also much taller than I was.   I didn’t hear what he said to the other guy, but it was enough for him to go back to his chair.

The bystander asked if I was ok and I told him I was.  He introduced himself as Marcus and said he wasn’t sure if I needed help, but heard some of what the guy was saying and didn’t want it to escalate.  We ended up chatting for a while and turns out we had a lot in common.  I learned that he too worked out a lot and enjoyed cycling to clear his mind.  He was an investment banker for a major brokerage firm and needed to be able to keep his mind clear.   We kept chatting and it turns out he too was gay.  I know I was just getting over Derrick and maybe it was wishful thinking, but there was something in the back of my mind telling me that this guy could be something special.

Marcus said he was about to leave and asked where I lived.  I told him I had driven here and lived on the other side of town.  Having thought I had too much to drink, he offered me his couch as he was in walking distance of the bar.  I reluctantly said yes and we walked down to his apartment. 

On the way to his apartment, there was something about Marcus that made me feel comfortable confiding in him.  I told him about everything that had happened in the last 6 months, including what had happened with Derrick and the deal I had lost today, which was the reason I was out tonight. 

We got to Marcus’ apartment and he immediately got me an extra pillow and a blanket for the couch.  He then stepped away and came back with a glass of water and some aspirin which I appreciated, not wanting to wake up with a hangover, even though I had sobered up some from where I was a few hours earlier.   He showed me around his unit, including the kitchen in case I needed more water and the bathroom, which was just outside his bedroom.

I instinctively stepped out of my jeans and t-shirt, just wearing my bikini briefs as I got situated on the couch.  I started thinking to myself how nice Marcus was, a perfect gentleman.  Even though he knew I was gay, he didn’t hit on me or act in any way that made me uncomfortable.  Looking back, he didn’t have to step in at the bar but he did.  Did he like me?   No, he didn’t even know I was gay when he had stepped in.  My mind continued racing, but my eyes eventually closed and I fell asleep.

A few hours later, I had to take a leak and went to the bathroom.   As I came out of the bathroom I bumped into Marcus, startling both of us.  He apologized for bumping into me and for being naked, which Marcus explained is his typical attire at home.  I hadn’t noticed his nudity since it was dark, but told him it wasn’t a big deal as I was a nudist at home as well.

He asked if the couch was comfortable and I said it was fine, but he went ahead and asked if I wanted to share the other side of his bed.   At this point, my mind starts going crazy again.  I’m not sure what to think – is he just being nice or does he want to have sex.  After what seemed like an awkward pause on my part, I accepted and followed him to his bedroom.  I was finally able to make out the shape of his body, which I hadn’t seen previously when he was fully dressed.  From the back at least, I could tell that he had a prominent V-shaped torso and what looked like a beautiful bubble butt.   My head continued to spin as I got to the other side of the bed.  Marcus had already crawled in and I was still in my underwear.  I reluctantly asked him if it was ok if I sleep naked, since that’s really what I’m used to and hoped he would be cool with it since he had stated he too was a nudist.   As expected, he agreed and I dropped my briefs and turned and put them on the chair next to the bed.

Once I got comfortable in bed, Marcus turned to me and said he wanted to be clear about something.  I suddenly felt a pit in my stomach; what could this possible be about.  He then went on to tell me that he’s not the kind of guy that does one-night stands and hoped that I was ok with that.   Now I was really confused.  Why did he invite me to his bed; was he just a really nice guy that didn’t want me sleeping on the couch?  Being the open person that I am, I asked him point blank if he didn’t find me attractive.  He quickly responded that nothing could be farther from the truth.  He made a point to emphasize that he found me very attractive but also as importantly, a genuinely nice guy that he’d like to know better.  I immediately felt like a weight was off my shoulders.  I let Marcus know that I really wanted to get to know him as well and that I was intrigued with him as soon as he had stepped in on the confrontation at the bar.

After confessing our mutual attraction to each other, things changed.  I’m not sure what caused it, but he leaned in and asked if it was ok to give me a kiss goodnight.  I quickly agreed and moved in to meet his lips.  They were plump and soft and I thought to myself how sweet this was.  Without thinking, I instinctively ran my hand across his chest, which felt to be naturally smooth.  I was thrilled to feel how hard and round his pecs were as I searched for one of his nipples.  I quickly found out that Marcus’ right nipple was the one that seemed to get the best reaction from my touch.

We continued kissing, more passionately at this point and I could feel his hands start to explore my naked body as well as if he couldn’t resist.  He ran his hands up and down my lats, getting a good feel of my upper body and landing on my narrow waist which he pulled closer to his body.  I continued running my fingers across his chest and as I moved them felt a big puddle on the bed.  I asked him if he had cum and he kind of chuckled and said no, but that he was really turned on and that he does leak a lot.   I thought to myself, ‘wow’, Derrick leaked a lot too, but this was above and beyond what Derrick produced.   As Marcus told me that, I got a grin on my face, that I wasn’t sure if he saw or not.

I really hadn’t seen Marcus naked and everything I was feeling under the sheets was really turning me on in so many different ways.  I asked him if he minded if I pulled the sheets down so I could get a better look at him.   He again chuckled and I could tell he was looking to see more of me as well.   As I pulled down the sheets, I couldn’t help but notice the huge slab of meat attached to Marcus.  He was rock hard like I was, but I couldn’t take my eyes off his monster.  Again, I only had Derrick to compare to, but he was bigger and thicker than Derrick.   As I looked in his eyes to give my complete approval, he was staring at my body and big dick too. 

Now that we were both completing exposed to each other, I again asked for permission to taste him, which he again approved of.  I took my finger, placed it in his wet spot and traced an outline on his stomach.  I then looked in his eyes as I put my finger in my mouth, sucking on it like it was a lollipop.  I could feel my eyes almost roll back in my head when I got my first taste of Marcus.  He tasted so good that I immediately repositioned my body so I could lick up every drop of the puddle he had produced on his stomach.  When there was no more left, I lifted up his heavy cock without asking this time and placed his huge head on my lips and tongue, taking every additional drop that came out of him.

I continued working the head of his cock, continuing to feel a steady drip of pre-cum from his dick.  I was in heaven – I couldn’t believe he was producing this much pre-cum, but I wasn’t about to stop and talk about it at this point.  I slowly started taking more of his monster in my mouth, straining my lips and throat, but using my left hand to massage the base of his cock while I worked the top portion with my lips, tongue and throat.  Although I wasn’t able to take all of Marcus, based on his reactions, I felt I was doing a pretty good job.

I could tell he was getting close and he did too, which is when he decided to focus on my body.  He gently rolled me on my back, during which he made sure I was comfortable, which really made an impression with me, ‘this guy really is nice’.   He ran his hands across my chest, feeling my pecs and spending time on each of my nipples, which drove me crazy.  He then bent down and started gently nibbling on each one, sending me further into ecstasy.  Our slabs of meat had met and were oozing in unison on my stomach as he slowly released my nipple and traced his tongue down to our combined puddle of pre-cum.   He too tasted the liquid coming from my cock and looked up in my eyes in approval as I ran my hand through his dark hair.  I smiled at him and he came up and kissed me with our combined liquids coating his lips and mouth.  He then went down to the scene again but this time lifted up my heavy cock while still staring in my eyes intensely as his eyes rolled in the back of his head thistime as he tasted my cock for the first time.   He took his time and was literally worshipping my cock and balls.   He slowly took my cock in his warm mouth, inch by inch, ever so slowly, which was again ecstasy for me all the while lifting my balls and getting an idea of their size as he rolled each one in his hand.  He worked my cock for a long time, obviously enjoying what I had to offer and though he had to work on it, he was able to barely stuff it all in his mouth as I could feel his throat milking the head of my dick. 

He then began increasing the intensity and from there it didn’t take long before I started squirming underneath him and I let him know I was about to cum.  He didn’t release my cock from his mouth and I couldn’t hold off any longer.  I let go with what felt like an explosion from my cock and balls that must have filled up his mouth as I could tell he was frantically trying to swallow it all.   Even after I was finished coming, he continued to keep my cock in his mouth as I could tell he didn’t want to waste a single drop.

He then scooched up my body ever so gently, finding my lips so we could again exchange my cum on our lips.  Throbbing at this point, I then told him to get on his back because I wanted to taste him.  He made a comment about producing a lot of cum, but I figured I was prepared because of having been used to Derrick’s massive squirts.

I lifted his cock again and started up where I had left off previously, worshipping his cock again.  I couldn’t wait to see him in his full magnificence during the day, but for now, I was completely satisfied going up and down, trying to give him as much pleasure as he had just given me.  In a low guttural moan, Marcus let me know he was about to cum.   With that, I felt an unbelievable first load hit my mouth which was not just powerful, but oh my god, I couldn’t believe how much volume was in his first squirt.  He continued to unleash squirt after squirt of his love juice in my mouth.  There was no way I could keep up with it as it started leaking out the sides of my mouth.  While I felt bad not being able to take all of his unbelievable load, I waited until he was done squirting and then greedily licked up everything from my lips chin and what had dribbled onto his stomach.

It was then that I thought to myself, I could really get used to this.  I just hoped he could too.