The summer slowly went by. Most of the residents of Scott's complex rotated out, so he was able to come over to my place frequently without anyone paying attention. He slowly got over his annoying habit of bolting as soon as he got off, and we used to spend the time between sex talking about his life, and what his plans were. One day, after I'd finished servicing his huge cock, his head was somewhat near my swollen dick and he sort of darted forward a little and pulled back, almost like a swimmer deciding if the lake is too cold. Then he leaned forward and put my penis in his mouth. BREAKTHROUGH! Although his performance was clumsy and teeth-ridden, he definitely had his heart in it. I slowly taught him the oral arts by performing 69 together, and having him mimic my actions upon him. I even had a large mirror installed so we could watch ourselves, like some peculiar, hairy, circular creature groaning and contorting on my king-size bed. As proud as he was of his hairiness - unusually so for a 22-year-old man, and as proud as he was of his big set of genitals - far beyond anything that could be considered average or normal - he was proudest yet of his constant, raging 24/7 horniness. His sex drive was remarkable. Nobody I have ever experienced before or since came close to the endless unquenchable need he had for sex. If we hadn't been together for a day or so, I could get him off 3 times in the first hour. Once, he was on maneuvers for 3 days and when he got to my place he was so horny that he came all over me before I could even touch him! Once, we'd been in the sack for a long lazy afternoon, and he got off 6 times in four hours. We lay there sipping beer and after about 30 minutes he finally said, "Dude, I've got to go. I can hardly believe it but I think I'm AFO!” All Fucked Out. Oh. So I think I said he always wore jockstraps because his doctor had warned him without them his heavy testicles would eventually stretch out his scrotum. He bent to put it on and as he got his legs into it I said, “Let me help.” So I pulled it up and began to try to maneuver his large genitals into it (not as easy as it sounds) -- he started getting big yet again! And in a trice we were rolling around on the floor wrestling and he blew his load for the seventh time. Remarkable. So, to the events that impelled this arc of the story. He came over one day with the usual look of lust in his eyes and the swollen bulge in his shorts. He always took a shower before coming over, and I could smell the fresh scent of his soap. His hair was still damp. I instructed him to take off his clothes and lie down on a vinyl exercise mat I had pre-positioned on the bedroom floor in front of the mirror. He lay there staring at me as I took off my clothes. His erection swelled and grew and he absently fondled his heavy scrotum as he stared at me, his curiosity now contributing to his horniness as much as physical need. Naked, I padded out to the kitchen and pushed START on the microwave. Already in it was a small glass bowl filled with lube. One second before the "BING" went off, I stopped the microwave so he wouldn't suspect what I was doing, and walked back into the bedroom with the lube and a small disposable paintbrush. I told him to put his knees up with his feet on the ground and I knelt between his legs. The heavy, thick, red erection flopped into his belly hair, the large testicles dangling between thickly furred legs: I don't think I will ever get tired of - or forget - this sight. But now I have work to do. He is up on his elbows, grinning. He doesn't know what's going to happen, but he knows he's going to like it. I take the paintbrush, dip it into the warm lube, and brush it onto his scrotum. “OH SHIT! DUDE! MY GOD! Where did you get the idea?” he gasped. “WOW! THAT FEELS GREAT!” I just smiled lazily and continued brushing the hot lube onto his heavy balls, thoroughly coating them front, back and sides. Then the brush plunged into his hairy ass crack and I made sure he was fully lubed there as well. Then I began slowly and carefully painting the lube onto his big swollen penis, getting all sides and working my way slowly up the shaft. He is moaning quietly to himself, clearly enjoying this thoroughly. But he started groaning as his swollen cockhead was coated and tickled with the lube-laden paintbrush. When I was certain he was thoroughly coated I put the brush and bowl aside. I grabbed his engorged cock with thumb and finger down at its very root. Then, I gently but firmly pushed my index finger all the way into his well-lubed anus. This was the first anal intrusion ever in our relationship. He gasped suddenly, but didn't object. I pulled and tugged the skin at the base of his heavy cock, while stimulating his prostate with my finger. After several minutes of this, I withdrew one finger, and re-inserted two: another gasp but no objection. I now digitally stimulated his anus in earnest with two fingers, while continuing the light, gentle but relentless teasing of his cock. I could tell this was really exciting him - his body flooded with these new and exotic sensations, that were intensely pleasurable, but not of the sort to induce orgasm. He threw his head back and began to pant and almost whimper. After 10 or 15 minutes of this hot action, his testicles had grown knotted and swollen - clearly larger than normal as they began to fill up and stretch his sac instead of dangling loosely within them. And his cock - my God it had gotten bigger than I'd ever seen it: nearly up to his chest and throbbing rapidly in time with his heart. As his sensations narrowed in and began to focus only on the pleasure he was experiencing and the inexorable, incredible pressure and need for sweet release, he began murmuring, "Jesus, God, my cock. My cock." I knew it was time to bring events to a conclusion. So I redoubled my fingering and moved my hand up into his favorite position, jacking his cockhead and the first 4" of his shaft in a corkscrewing motion. This produced the desired effect, and in seconds his groans of pleasure became loud, impassioned shouts of ecstasy as the orgasm slammed through his body. As accustomed as I was to the monster loads that blew out of him, I was still shocked by the enormous volley of semen that literally blasted out of him. His hairy chest, his arms, his face, his hair, the mat, the ground near him were all liberally sprayed with hot man cum. He lay there, gasping for breath, the last of his semen leaking into his pubic hair. He looked stunned, but very, very happy. I got up and took the bowl and brush to the kitchen, and washed my hands and came back with a towel so that together we could clean up the mess he'd made. I stopped dead as I walked into the room. Having done nothing to clean himself, he was on his hands and knees with his hairy ass pointing right at me. He looked over his shoulder and grinned and nodded. I couldn't believe it. I thought anal was the one taboo that would never be violated, the final boundary. But here he was doing everything but begging for it! The big thick mat of curly ass hair that usually burst forth from his crack was still matted and tangled with lube, so I knew he was ready. Before he could change his mind I grabbed a condom and rolled it onto my shaft. Suspecting instinctively that he might like it a little aggressive, I knelt behind him and mounted him roughly. I slapped his hairy ass as I pressed my cockhead into his waiting anus. 20 minutes of fingering, coupled with his relaxation, made the entry surprisingly easy. After one brief gasp of pain I slid into him and began the long slow rhythm I like best. I somehow managed to make it last 20 minutes and figured I'd go for the gusto and instead of coming inside him I pulled out, whipped off the condom and jacked myself off onto his back. He fell onto the floor laughing. I looked down at him - totally soaked almost from head to foot with cum and lube, he looked like the bottom dude at the gang bang. But he also looked as thoroughly blissed-out and satisfied as anyone I've ever seen. I helped him up to his feet and we walked hand in hand into the bathroom and got into the shower. I liberally soaped him all over and washed him clean of the various fluids that had accumulated. As I turned my back, I felt – UNBELIEVABLE! - his erection pressing insistently against my asshole. What a stud: the ejaculation of the century barely half an hour ago and he's ready to go again! What a horny stud! Before I could say or do anything, he had pushed it inside me. “Whoa, dude! What's up with that?” I said. “Where's the condom?” “Aw man,” he whined, “I'll only leave it in a little while!” “What am I, a toaster oven?” I replied. “Oh very well,” he said, grumbling in a good-natured way as he pulled out of me. We dried ourselves off, went into the bedroom and got into bed, rolled a Magnum onto his heavy swollen pecker, and then he pushed himself into me and all barriers were well and fully broken. For comments or a pic of the inspiration for this story, write to woozer44@yahoo.com
