I met Jimmy in the cam chat room. He’s one of those sexy young guys that love to jerk off in front of men. He is blessed with a slim defined body, almost hairless, feminine but not faggy. I love to watch him bare his stuff. He’s really good, a showman for sure. He knows just how far to go, how to strip on cam, which drives me nuts. Just when I think I can’t take his teasing any more, he’ll reveal the prize: his delicious six inch dick, the thick ivory white shaft rising out of a mound of fluffy blonde pubic hair. It makes my mouth water every time. And that creamy round ass, I just wanna fuckin’ jump on him!
He always lets me on his cam and, although I know I’m not the only man watching, he puts on a great show and makes me feel like he’s jerking just for me. His shoulders are broad, and his pectorals pop nicely off his frame. Jimmy’s tiny nipples are shiny and pink against his suntanned skin, and he loves to play with them. That makes me wild because I want to be suckling on them, tasting the sweetness of his skin, holding his nipples between my teeth.
His cam ID is FukdnSukd, giving me a good idea what he’s into. I dreamed of sucking him off, his gorgeous dick shooting a load deep in my throat. Then sitting him in my lap, my cock piercing his tight little hole, penetrating him to the hilt. I fantasized him holding my head against his golden chest, my arms wrapped around his slender waist as I pump the shit outta him.
I don’t know why I never hooked up my cam before last week. It came with the computer, but I just never wanted to use it. I’m not really a showboat like Jimmy and the other dudes on the website. Not that I have anything to be embarrassed about. At six-three and 300 lbs, I cut quite a figure. I guess I could work on my gut a little, but some guys like a little belly, right? My chest is big and broad, and I have arms that are bigger than Jimmy’s legs. Years of construction work have toughened me up. Dusty brown hair covers most of my body and my head is cut in a buzzed flattop, since my days in the army. My ten-inch cock has been known to scare grown men. It’s a mixed blessing. Fags drool over it but usually are afraid to help me out, if you get my meaning.
Jimmy had asked me over and over if I had a cam. Guess it’s not fair to keep getting off looking at him without payback, so I decided to hook the damn thing up and let him see me. If he didn’t like what he saw, then fuck him! I was a little nervous, but I sent him the invitation. A few seconds later I saw Jimmy was watching, and soon a new window opened with an invitation to view his cam.
He was awesome as always, almost nude except for a black wife-beater and a strand of beads tight around his neck.
“Shit, Dan, I had no idea you were so fucking hot! Where the fuck have u been all my life?” He typed.
I felt my cock growing in my BVD’s. He was pinching his nipples through the thin dark knit shirt and pulling on his dick.
“Hey, Jimmy! I’m all yours babe!” I replied. “Wanna go private C2C?”
He and I spent the rest of the afternoon camming together. Sure, it’s not like really having sex, but Jimmy is no ordinary guy. He stretched and swayed in front of me like my own private lap dance. I flexed my muscles for him, and I saw my fuzzy, beefy body turning him on. We jerked off together for a while, and then Jimmy pulled out a big orange dildo. I nutted as I watched it disappear into his slick asshole. Heavy wads of cum spread across my desktop as I watched Jimmy take the huge latex monster up his chute.
“Shit, Jimmy, you’re fuckin’ amazing. Where are u located?” I asked. If he could take that dildo, he could probably handle my salami dick.
Turns out Jimmy lives in Florida. A long fucking drive from Pennsylvania, where I live. But he seemed interested in meeting me. Kidding, I offered him a plane ticket and to my amazement, he accepted! I worried for a second, I wasn’t even sure if he was legal age or not. Hell, I figured I wouldn’t get this chance again, so I took his info and reserved a ticket online for Jimmy to use next weekend.
I had never seen his face, or he mine. Most cammers avoid face shots, in case they are recognized on line. I knew he had to be fuckin’ adorable, but I worried about him seeing me for the first time. I have a craggy, coarse look that some men find attractive, but I’m sure not a freakin’ GQ model. He said he would have a red jacket on, so I scanned the crowd at the arrivals terminal... There stood an angel, just outside the gate, a blonde Adonis in a cherry red windbreaker. Jimmy was as incredible in real-time as he was on cam. As I approached him, his eyes lit up and he walked toward me. I was fuckin’ golden! He seemed more than pleased to see me.
“Hey, Dan, am I relieved to see you! You’re hot, man! This is gonna be great, huh?” Just like Jimmy, making me feel really warm and special. I fuckin’ adored this guy already.
I rented a cabin at Lake Devon, in the Poconos. It was a little shack I had used for a deer-hunting trip a few years ago with some military buds. I knew it was completely private, and we could get on with our weekend without interruption. It was a two-hour drive from Philadelphia, and Jimmy wasted no time. As we sped north, he opened my shirt and began to rub my hairy chest. I pulled him to me, and he laid his head in the crook of my arm. I smelled his hair, fresh and clean. I hoped that my pits weren’t too ripe, ‘cause his nose was pressed against my chest. I had showered that morning but I’m a pretty sweaty guy!
I felt him fumbling with my belt, and soon he had my pants open. My balls were swelling as he reached under my shorts and released my cock. His golden blonde head slid slowly down my naked chest and I felt his soft full lips kissing my belly. He pulled the foreskin back on my prick and rolled his tongue around the glans.
“Shit, Jimmy, you're a fuckin’ bitch boi, huh? Just can’t wait to jump my dick?” I chuckled.
Jimmy looked up to me with that angelic smile, and going back down, swallowed me whole. I felt him gagging, his nose pressed into my bushy damp pubes. His wavy silken hair brushed against the coarse dark fur on my belly as his head bobbed up and down on my thick shaft. I couldn’t concentrate on the god dam driving, so I pulled off the road so he could finish me off. He was struggling to take the whole ten inches, and doing a pretty good job of it! I blew my first round against the back of his throat, making the poor kid choke. He sucked hard on my pole and swallowed as much of the gooey slime as he could, but it was way more than he could handle and most of it ran between my legs. He licked my thighs clean; my generous load of cum smeared across his satin smooth cheeks. He kept his head there in my lap, my slippery swollen cock in his face, as we finished the drive to the cabin.
It was dark when we arrived, and Jimmy had fallen asleep, his face pressed into my warm crotch. I turned off the engine, and sat in the darkness for a few minutes, enjoying the intimacy. This guy seemed like a regular sex machine, yet he was sweet and generous. I don’t usually get this lucky. I thought of the toy box I had put in the trunk. How far would my little bitch boi go? I gently shook Jimmy’s shoulder, and he sat up, still wiping a crust of cum from his chin. I took the bags from the back and opened the cabin for Jimmy.
I stripped him immediately, and led him to a cot in front of the fireplace. He lay naked in the soft bearskin on the mattress as I lit the logs. I pulled a bottle of wine out of my bag. I handed him a tumbler, and poured him a glass. I didn’t know if he liked wine, but it turned out he did. As the fire leaped to life, I took off my clothes and stood in front of Jimmy.
“Oh, Yeah, Dan! You’re a fuckin’ big guy. You must work out a lot, huh? I love your fuckin’ body, man.” He moaned, as he started to stroke his chest.
The hair on my arms and legs glittered in the soft firelight. Jimmy could see my huge body outlined against the flames, my cock standing out from my crotch like a flagpole. He was getting turned on. His dick began to grow, and he pulled firmly at his nipples.
“I love big men, Dan. I wanna feel your hairy chest pressed against mine, your thighs pushing my legs apart, that big cock up my ass...” He hissed.
I wanted to fuck him, right there, throw his legs over his head and take that sweet butt. But first I wanted to play some games.
I reached into the toy box and pulled out a couple stainless clamps. Jimmy’s eyes opened wide, then relaxed. He laughed softly as my meaty hands reached for his tits, jumping when the cold steel snapped shut, gripping firmly on his tender pink nipples. He squirmed, and then moaned. I lay on top of him, my body pressing him into the bearskin, the clamps hard and unyielding between us as my pecs rubbed against his. He clung to my neck as the friction of my chest sent needles of pain through his tender tits. I kissed him for the first time, a kiss made more intense by his exquisite agony. He didn’t pull away, but searched my mouth with his tongue as we lay together in the warmth of the fire.
I rolled off him, so I could see my handiwork. His nipples were pulled out from his chest, and were turning a rosy blush. He held his arms over his head, totally submissive to my desires. I licked at the clamps, swabbing his tender tits with saliva. He moaned and called my name.
“Dan, oh Dan...you big fuckin’ animal. Take me, man!” He groaned, as I reached down into the box again.
The dildo was big, but not as big as my own cock. I figured if I loosened him up a little, he could take me easier. I had pre-lubed it, ‘cause I hate having to do all that crap in the heat of the moment. It was big, hard and slippery as I pushed it in front of Jimmy’s face. He needed to see what was coming. His eyes got all misty, I thought he was gonna cry. Instead he begged me to shove it into him, lifting his legs into the air. I pulled up between his thighs and pressed the dildo against his pink rosebud. It slid slowly into his chute, and soon the rubber base was pressing against his stretched out hole. He screamed out, clutching at my back as I twisted the plastic fucker deep into his rectum.
“You like that fuckin’ rod up your ass, Jimmy? You fuckin’ like big hard things in your pussy?” I panted, as I pulled it in and out of his ass, sending shivers through his magnificent body. Every violent thrust of the dildo made him groan, his eyes rolling in his head as the fat tool spread his aching hole open.
I rolled over on him, his face buried in my furry chest, long slender legs up around my sturdy shoulders, my cock on his firm little bottom, pressing against the knob of the dildo sticking out of his greasy ass. I laid my 300 pounds on top of him and pumped my cock against the dildo, forcing it into his prostate.
“Dan! You fucking son of a bitch!“ Jimmy cried out in ecstasy. “Oh, Yeah, shove it in me!”
I felt Jimmy was close to cumming. I stopped the thrusts on the dildo and rolled off his shuddering body. I reached over to him and gently massaged the tit clamps, and Jimmy whimpered softly.
“Jimmy, you want me to stop, baby? Is it too much? Just tell me.” I whispered into his ear.
He shook his head. He didn’t want to stop. I was so fucking amazed by my little cock slut-angel. He was being such a good boy, my good little bitch boi. It was time to get him off, he deserved it. I swung myself around and dropped my massive dick in front of his face. He licked hungrily at my fat balls, and then threw his head back to accept my cock. I grabbed him by the head and guided myself into his mouth. My meaty shank caught at the back of his neck before sliding fully into his throat. I wondered how he was breathing! He pulled on my ass, driving me deeper with every pump of my hips.
Jimmy’s perfect six-inch cock slipped past my lips, and I tasted the sweet-salty pre cum on its tip. He began to thrust it into my mouth. I could feel him rubbing his clamps against my body. I reached up to stimulate the dildo in his ass. I knew from experience that these bottom bois love to cum with a cock up their tail, and I wanted Jimmy to remember this, our first sex. I felt his cock swelling on my tongue, so I began to twist the dildo around in his ass. He bucked wildly under me. I pulled the dildo out of his ass with a pop, just as his cum erupted into my mouth. I swallowed it easily, savoring his sweetness as he shook and groaned under my weight.
But I wasn’t ready to get off just yet. Jimmy wasn’t quite done pleasing his man. I examined his sloppy ass, with the dildo removed. He winced a little as I probed his butt with my calloused fingers. I’m sure he was a little sore from all the rough ass play, but hell, he needed a good fucking. He had been stretched out enough that I figured he’d be able to take me. I pulled on his nipple clamps, forcing him up and off the cot. I led him by the tits to the front door, and we stumbled together into the inky moonlight.
Jimmy was sobbing softly as we crossed the clearing in front of the cabin. It was chilly for September, and I felt a cool breeze from the lake blow across my sweaty chest. I gave him one more chance to stop. He fell to his knees in the pine needles and hugged my waist, my stiff cock pressed into his cheek.
“Never! Don’t stop...Take me, Now! I want you, I want to belong to you, I want you to fuck me up good, man!”
“Not a problem, bitch. Get into position!”
He crouched down, and grabbed the soft loamy ground as I came around behind him. I got on my knees and Jimmy backed up into me, his creamy white ass pressed against my hairy crotch. I grabbed his flaxen hair and pushed his face into the pine needles as I straddled his butt. My cock plunged in easily, and Jimmy gave me no resistance. My ten-inch shaft slid far into Jimmy’s gut, and I felt his hot asshole clutching at my erection as it slipped past his sphincter. He began to rock back on his knees, his ass slapping against me with a loud smacking sound as I drove myself into him. We fell together into the leaves as my cock erupted, hot ropes of cum shooting out of his ass, running down his legs into the ground under us.
The Golden cam boi was mine.
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