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“I can’t do it,” I refused. “It’s weird to be naked at the beach—in public.”

“It’s a gay beach,” Kevin countered, gesturing to several dozen naked guys at the shore, their cocks flopping about. “It’s weird to not be naked at a gay beach. Come on, bro. Free that big dick.”

“Fine,” I acquiesced, pulling off my swim trunks, my big floppy cock slapping against my hairy thigh. “Better now?”

“Yes, but I fucking hate that you inherited Dad’s huge cock, and not me,” Kevin complained, openly ogling my junk. “It’s so unfair.”

“You’ve got a perfectly good dick,” I consoled him, taking a quick glance at his more than adequate seven-incher.

“Yeah, but my cock is no comparison to your big slab of meat,” Kevin laughed, reaching over and tugging on my cock.

“Cut that out,” I snapped, swatting his hand away.

“You know, all my buddies wanted to hookup with you,” Kevin shared, “after that time we all got drunk and went skinny dipping at the lake years ago.”

“Yeah, your buddy Kyle actually tried to suck me off that night,” I admitted, embarrassed.

“He did? Kyle never told me that. What the hell happened?”

“I passed out drunk on the couch and woke up at 2 am with my cock down his throat,” I confessed. 

“That sneaky bitch!” Kevin gasped. “Did you let Kyle finish—did you feed him a load?”

“Not exactly,” I began to laugh. “I was so wasted, I sat up and immediately puked all over his head as he bobbed up and down on me. That sort of ended things fast.”

“That’s a shame,” Kevin gave me a playful punch in the arm. “Had you let him finish, you might have ended up marrying Kyle instead of Melissa.”

Kevin was joking, but it was an astute observation. I had just ended a three-year marriage with my wife Melissa. She wanted to start a family together and I just—couldn’t. And so we agreed to a divorce.

Melissa was an amazing woman, but something about our relationship never felt authentic to me. It felt like I was playing a part. And deep down inside, I knew I had a latent attraction to guys. Even though our cocks weren’t the same, Kevin and I were more alike as brothers than he realized. 

So when Kevin invited me to the beach—a gay beach—I accepted his invitation. He was shocked, assuming his straight brother would never be interested in a gay beach. But I saw it as an opportunity to start exploring a side of me that I had ignored for far too long.

“That guy is checking you out,” Kevin nudged me, bringing me back to reality as he gestured to a muscular guy around Kevin’s age who was indeed lurking nearby. Like everyone else on the beach, the guy was buck naked, his muscled body on full display, his ample cock swinging between his legs. His eyes were locked on my big cock as he licked his lips lasciviously. “I think he wants you to fuck him.”

“Fuck him? Where—here on the beach blanket?”

“No, you fool,” Kevin laughed, gesturing to the dunes. “You take him back behind the dunes over there—and then you fuck his ass.”

“I—I—I’m not sure—” I stuttered. 

“Fine,” Kevin declared, tossing off his sunglasses onto the beach blanket. “Then I’ll go fuck him.”

I watched as Kevin rose from the blanket and sauntered over to the muscle dude who had been ogling me. With each step, Kevin’s dick got harder, until he was fully erect by the time he reached the guy. They conversed for a matter of seconds, before Kevin led the guy over the dunes to privacy. 

I couldn’t believe what was happening. My younger brother was about to fuck some random guy just over the dunes—a mere twenty feet from where I sat. And what was wrong with me? Why wasn’t I the one leading the guy over the dunes to have my way with his slutty ass? I had wanted to explore my attraction to guys and, when presented with the perfect opportunity, I had chickened out. 

But all wasn’t lost. There was still time to act. Standing up, my nine-incher rock hard and sticking out straight like a divining rod, I climbed over the dunes, embracing my fate.

They were facing me when I crested the dunes, the muscle dude bent over, his hands braced on his knees. Kevin was standing behind him, his feet planted in the sand, his hands gripping the bottom’s shoulders as he pounded the shit out of him.

It was a surreal experience, watching my brother fucking a guy. I had once caught Kevin jacking off to gay porn in his room when we were much younger, shooting his wad into a crusty old sock, but this was a whole different experience. 

“You want to tap in?” Kevin offered, the guy moaning with each thrust. “His hole is incredible.”

“No—you can finish first,” I replied. “I can wait.”

“You won’t have to wait long,” my brother assured me. “I’m not gonna last long in his tight cunt.”

He wasn’t kidding. Kevin delivered a rapid succession of thrusts into the muscle dude, pounding him at a frenetic pace. Sweat was dripping down his brow and his hairy chest, his breathing intensifying. 

“You ready for my cum?” Kevin demanded of the bottom. “You ready for me to shoot my load up your ass?”

“Breed me,” the bottom begged as Kevin knocked his head back, delivering one last, deep thrust.

“FUCK,” my brother belted out, a look of euphoria on his face as he dumped his load in the slutty muscle dude. He held still for a moment, allowing his balls to finish, before pulling out.

“Your turn, big guy,” the muscle dude looked at me expectantly. “Get that big cock in me.”

“Come on,” Kevin taunted, wiping his sweaty brow, his spent dick hanging between his legs, slick and cummy. “You know you want to dump a load in him. You can’t pretend you don’t, with your cock that hard.”

My brother was right, I did want to fuck the muscle stud. Stepping up to the plate as Kevin moved aside, I examined his meaty, chiseled ass. A drop of cum had pooled in the gaping hole, left behind by my brother. Grabbing the muscle dude by the hips, I shoved into him with one, violent thrust.

“FUCK,” the bottom screamed, his sphincter suddenly stretched to three-times the diameter of my brother’s cock. “You’re so fucking big.”

I always loved that shit—the reactions to my big dick. Bitches had always told me that I was hung, my wife included. But it means more when you hear it from another dude. There’s a measure of awe and respect when a guy can admit to you that you’ve got a big one. 

“You like his hole?” Kevin asked as I stared down at my rod sliding in and out of that meaty ass, coated in the pearly sheen of my brother’s warm load.  “Does it feel good?”

“Fuck yes,” I exhaled.

“Better than pussy?”

“Way fucking better,” I admitted. 

“Then fuck his ass,” Kevin ordered, standing behind me, his hands on my shoulders like a coach about to send a boxer into the ring. “Fuck the shit out of his sloppy hole.”

And so I did. Raising myself higher on the balls of my feet, I began to drive deeper into the muscle dude’s ass, pounding him at a frenetic pace. He was moaning like a bitch in heat, my balls smacking against him with each thrust. 

“You like this big dick?” I demanded. “You like feeling it all up in your tight ass?”

“Yes,” he answered breathlessly, his legs beginning to tremble. “Your big cock feels so good inside me, sir.”

Grabbing him by the hips, I pulled him into me as I thrust harder, the sound of skin smacking skin echoing off the dunes. I was balls deep in him—something I had never been able to do with a woman—his sphincter gripping my shaft as my cock slid deeper into his warm hole, deeper than I had ever experienced. I could have fucked that muscled ass all day, but I was fighting a losing battle. My balls were ready to bust.

“You want my load?” I demanded. “You want me to shoot in your cummy hole?”

“Yes,” the bottom begged. “Breed me with that big fucking cock.”

“Get ready for it,” I taunted, pounding relentlessly, sweat dripping down my hairy chest. “I’m about to—I’m about to—OH FUCK—SHIT.”

My cock exploded in him, my pent-up balls unleashing a violent torrent inside his bowels. My warm load spewed forcefully, commingling with my own brother’s DNA that was still swimming in that dark void. 

“That’s it—seed that bitch,” my brother ordered, his hands massaging my shoulders from behind again as my balls emptied into the muscle dude. “Fucking own his ass.”

I felt almost delirious when I finally pulled out of the guy, a frothy emulsion of cum gushing from his used hole. I had never experienced an orgasm so intense, my body consumed in euphoric release.

“You weren’t kidding about your brother,” the muscle bottom said to Kevin, finally standing up, cum running down the inside of his leg. “He’s hung like fuck.”

“I told you,” Kevin smiled broadly, slapping me on the back. “My brother’s got a true hole splitter.”

“Wait a minute,” I interjected. “Do you two know each other?”

“Yeah,” Kevin admitted sheepishly, gesturing to the muscle dude. “This is my buddy Zach.”

“More like fuck buddy,” Zach corrected him.

“So are you telling me that this whole gay beach thing was all just—?”

“A set up?” my brother interrupted, a devious look upon his face. “Yep. I recruited Zach to help me out. With the divorce and all, I figured you probably needed to get your rocks off—with a guy. Turns out I was right.”

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By our third interaction I got the nerve to slip my name and phone number into his pocket. He gave me a naughty grin as he walked away. When he returned he handed me a drink with a napkin which had the message of ‘Call me. I get off at ten.’

That evening we ended up getting an ice cream and coffee and talked for three hours. We ended our night with a soul draining kiss outside a pet store. Two nights later he showed me just how amazingly talented he was with his mouth as he deep throated me in the back row of the latest Jason Statham flick. I’m no slouch when it comes to size but he took my eight inches all the way to the root without any ado. I was gobsmacked by his bravado and results. I came like a high school boy.

Things got kind of serious after that cause I sure as hell didn’t want to lose someone I had become so attached to like him. Especially when he was so fucking amazing at giving head!!

We moved in together and decided to start pooling our money to afford a decent starter home. It was going to be a while but we were committed. He had his gigs working for banquets and dinners at a local hotel while I managed fast food. Nothing glorious, but it was honest.

We still went out some times but the house was always in the back of our minds. Once we had it, I intended to propose to him. I just needed somewhere for us to live first.

Last month he found an ad at the bar offering two grand for anyone who could handle a full ten inches down their throat. It was offered by a fellow who was known to not only have money, but rather ruthless in how he dealt with people. I read it and blew it off, but Aaron saw it as a way to make some fast cash. I asked him if he was certain he could do it and he grinned and told me that I knew he could.

I warned him that this sounded like a bad idea but his bravado was backing down. He looked at me and told me,“ Baby, you take such good care of us. This is something that I can do to make things better for you. If you can handle watching me deep throat a well hung man, I can add two grand to our house fund.”

I wasn’t sure but Aaron was a grown man and I couldn’t tell him what to do. So I went with him when he went to see Mr. Miller for the offer. When we got to his office building, we were ushered into a small room where a man in an expensive looking suit met with us along with some paperwork.

He said that it was all necessary to ensure that Mr. Miller avoided any civil penalties as well as ensuring that payouts only occurred once per person. I read the paperwork over Aaron’s shoulder as he perused it. It basically said that Aaron would accept any accidental damage as his own in case of not being able to handle such large genital equipment. Aaron just snorted and flipped to the second page where the contract was. It said that should the fellator be successful in swallowing the entire ten inch penis, the reward of two thousand dollars would be his/hers providing he allow a photo to be taken and displayed upon the victory wall.

If the fellator agrees to perform said task but is unable to complete the task of swallowing all ten inches, the fellator forfeits the reward and agrees to become the property of Mr. Big Miller for the term of one year.

Well this made me pause. What if Aaron can’t take all of the dick? What happens then? I looked at Aaron, but he gave me his patented smile and told me not to worry. He’d been deep throating his black homies since he was in high school. They taught me exactly how to handle the really big ones and then gave me plenty of practice on theirs.

He just gave me a confident glare before taking the pen and signing the contract. Well, that is that.

The suited gentleman perused the signed contract and left with it. He returned two minutes later and escorted us to another room. We entered a more subdued lit room where a big man sat behind a desk wearing a robe. He looked up and gave us a leer that made my skin crawl. His robe hung open exposing a furry broad chest with a gold necklace showing a large dollar sign. Tacky! He smiled as he greeted Aaron and shook his hand. I could see he had a form grip as he the released and asked Aaron one last time if he was sure he wanted to do this?

Aaron just eyed his big broad frame and said that this was something he trained his life for. Miller just laughed and said he was sure he had.

Then he slid his chair back from his desk and ordered his assistant to bring the tape measure. As the suited guy knelt beside the chair, Mr. Miller opened his robe and discarded it onto the desk. He stood and as James, his assistant began manually stimulating his sizable equipment, Aaron and I watched in complete fascination.

When he got fully erect, James grasped his cock and placed the tape measure along the top of the beast. It measured in at ten and a half inches total. Miller stood there grinning at our astonished faces as he told us he wanted to verify that there was a long enough tool for Aaron to swallow.

I saw the fire burning in my boyfriend’s eyes as he greedily looked at the huge cock. He kissed me then squatted down on the floor in front of Mr Miller and looked up into his benefactor’s eyes before sliding his tongue out to sample the new challenge.

I heard Miller suck in some breath as Aaron open his full lips and wrapped them over the head of the cock. I heard Aaron moan as he slid his tongue over the head and began to move his head toward the crotch and two grand.

I could hear Miller groan as my baby slid his mouth slowly forward, as the dick head was surely entering into his throat. Over halfway in now and Aaron showed no sign of stopping as he kept bobbing his face lower and lower towards the root of beast.

In the theater, it only took Aaron a minute to take my whole rod, but he seemed to want to enjoy taking this cock in its entirety. After a half dozen bobs, though, Aaron was pressing his upper lip against the root of the colossal cock. I could see the stern look of pride from Aaron as he slid back up and then swallowed him back down again.

He did this a few times as he showed off his prowess and Miller wasn’t blind to the scene. He was enjoying having this handsome man kneeling before him and worshipping his huge dick.

On the seventh trip back to the crotch, Miller grabbed Aaron behind his ears and firmly gripped his blond head as he held him in place. I could hear him grunting as he held my baby’s head in place. I heard him to fucking get ready for the best tasting load he was ever gonna get. Then the big man let out a groan which turned into a yell as the big fellow unloaded down Aaron’s throat.

His body shook as he blasted away, filling my baby up with his seed. After coming, he sat back in his chair and signaled for James to approach. As Aaron sat back on his knees, he wiped the slobber off his chin and grinned over at me.

Mr Miller picked up the contract from the desk and said that in pursuant to the terms of our contract, Aaron, I am now claiming my new property.

Aaron looked up quickly in question as he thought he should be receiving two thousand instead. He tried to argue that he had accomplished the task required but Mr. Miller snapped his fingers and James pulled out the tape measure again.

Miller instructed Aaron to open his mouth and as my baby complied, James slid the measure inside his mouth until he hit the throat wall. He pulled out and stated two and one-eighth inches.

Miller sat there smiling and said that Aaron did an amazing job deep throating my cock. Probably one of the best I’ve had. However the contract was for deep throating ten inches of cock. My ten and a half inch cock was still two and an eighth inches outside your throat. You only secured eight inches in your throat. Not good enough.

However, over the next year, well have more than enough time to improve your skills to handle at least ten inches. I personally know five men with over fourteen inches each.

James will you please escort our latest addition’s partner out of the building? Thank you. Now let’s see what thrills await in the other end, shall we?

As I was roughly escorted out of the room, I saw Aaron looking completely lost at what just happened while Mr. Miller was greedily exploring his tight back end for further activities.