Men

I finally saw it. Aaron’s big cock. In all its glory.

It was right after chemistry. I headed into the bathroom and he was right behind me. There were only two urinals open. I took one and he took the one right next to me.

“Tough fucking quiz, right?” He asked, unzipping and reaching in for his cock.

“Yeah, I think I got like two things right,” | said.

That was a lie, of course. I aced the quiz, because I’d been studying nonstop the last three days. But in the moment, I knew it was best to be relatable, not brag.

“And I had to take a fucking piss the whole time,” he said. By now Aaron’s cock was hanging in front of him, just dangling there like a third appendage.

He didn’t even hold it. He didn’t need to. It just hung there, thick and fat and heavy, blasting a steady stream of piss.

I caught it out of the corner of my eye. Trying to steal a glance but not let him know I was checking him out like a fucking pervert.

“Fuck,” he said, closing his eyes and folding his hands behind his head. Letting his cock just hang free.

I knew now was my moment—maybe my only moment ever—to stare at that fucking beast of a cock and witness the manly majesty of Aaron Thompson. The veiny, girthy, mushroom-tipped, 7-incher topped with a bush of black curls.

As I finished my own piss, I could feel my cock hardening in my hand. I wanted to jerk it right there and it took everything in my power not to.

His stream slowed and I knew that was my cue to stop staring, though it was hard to rip my eyes away. His eyes opened and his hand came down and gently wrapped around his cock, giving the tip a little shake.

“Fuck that feels better,” Aaron said with a sigh.

“Only thing better would be busting a nut. All that concentrating makes me fucking horny, man.”

He paused and turned towards me, cock in hand.

“You think anyone ever jerks off in here,” he said, pretending to stroke in my direction, “let off a little steam between classes?”

I looked down at it, all big and floppy, just within reach. God I wanted it bad. He didn’t seem to mind showing it off. He was obviously proud of his manhood and this was an open invitation for me to look.

“I bet you wouldn’t be the first or the last to rub one out in this bathroom,” I said.

“Looks like you’re the one who really needs it, man.” Aaron nodded at my boner. I thought I was keeping it hidden in the urinal, but clearly he could see it.

I felt myself blush and quickly tried to stuff it back in my jeans, immediately embarrassed and losing any courage I had.

“Dude chill out,” he said with a laugh, lifting his waistband and stuffing his big cock back into his underwear.

The tardy bell rang. “Have fun,” Aaron said with a wink.

……

When I got home I rushed to my room and pulled my jeans off. My briefs were soaked. I’d practically been leaking precum nonstop all day. I wrapped my hand around my cock and closed my eyes, the image of Aaron’s naked body seared into my mind.

I started to stroke slowly - any sudden movements and it would be over for me. As I touched myself I imagined my hand was on Aaron’s cock, reaching over to him and waking up that big softy. I imagined the smile on his face as he realized he was about to get serviced. I imagined that big cockhead leaking precum all over my hand…

And that was all I needed. I felt the long-overdue orgasm building up in the pit of my stomach and start to blast through my overexcited rod.

I let out a deep moan as what felt like a gallon of cum rocketed through my cock, flying across my body, over my shoulder, and landing everywhere in between.

I lay there soaked and spent, still rock hard, dreaming about Aaron.

……

Life went on as usual the next few days. Aaron didn’t make any mention of our bathroom interaction and I tried to play it cool, even though the very sight of him got me hard as an oak tree. I made a point to only use the bathroom outside our chemistry classroom, just in case I would happen to run into him again.

No such luck.

Tuesday night I stayed late at the library to study. It was almost midnight and I headed over to the restroom. I opened the bathroom door and my heart skipped a beat. Aaron was standing there at a urinal, cock hanging in front of him, taking a piss.

“Oh hey man,” he said, turning to me mid stream. “Fancy seeing you here.”

I laughed and took a urinal one away from him, “Hey, how’s it going?”

“Just trying to get this mid-term paper finished. Fuck it I’m ready for fall break.”

We stood in silence for a moment.

“So did you end up rubbing one out in that bathroom the other day?” Aaron asked, finishing up his piss and shaking his cock dry.

“Nah, too scared I’d get caught,” I responded, immediately feeling myself start to chub up.

Aaron chuckled, “To be honest I need a little stroke break to clear my mind… part of the reason I ducked in here. Figured it would be empty. But uh, you don’t mind, do you?”

Aaron’s cock started to firm up in his hand, even from a few feet away I could tell he was boning up.

“Nah man, go for it,” I answered.

He started to stoke his cock, slowly with a tight grip, getting the blood to flow and fill his big cock all the way up. We were silent for a second. I didn’t move, but it was clear I was watching him pleasure himself. I didn’t know if Aaron was a show off or just so horny he didn’t care if I saw.

He looked over at me, still stroking, “You uh, gonna join me or what?”

I nodded wordlessly and began to stoke my own boner.

“I can tell you’re into my dick,” Aaron said with a smirk. “You’re not very good at hiding it.”

He took a step back from the urinal and turned towards me. For the first time I had a clear and unobstructed view of Aaron’s hard cock. It was big, thick, and veiny with a fat tip which he was massaging with his thumb.

“Oh fuck,” I whispered on accident. I didn’t mean to but I just blurted it out.

Aaron smiled. “You like my big cock?”

“Oh yeah” I responded breathlessly.

“You like watching me stroke my big hard cock?”

“Fuck yes”

He smiled. It was clean Aaron loved to show off. He pulled his shirt up to show off his hairy abs. “Is this what you think about when you jack off?”

“Aaron I….” I started but was immediately cut off by the sound of the bathroom door opening. We both turned back into our urinals, hiding our boners as an older man walked in.

“Evening,” the man said as he walked up to the urinal between us, unzipped, and took care of business.

I stood deadly still, afraid to be caught. But I head the tell tale slick strokes of Aaron’s hand gliding up his cock while the man in between us pissed. Aaron was fucking insatiable and it made me even harder.

The man didn’t notice or didn’t care. He finished up, washed his hands, and left.

“Fuck,” Arron whispered, turning again towards me and showing off his massive cock. “I’m so fucking close.”

He licked his lips and smiled at me. “You wanna watch me cum?”

My response was more of a grunt than a verbal yes or no. But he knew what I wanted.

“Oh yeah, oh fuck,” Aaron whimpered as he increased his pace, concentrating all his efforts on the flared pink tip of his lengthy cock.

“Ohh. Ohhhh. Oh fuck. I’m so close. I’m so fucking close. Oh my fucking goddd…”

His abs tightened and his cock twitched in his hand and Aaron started to unload himself on the bathroom floor. His cum shot in large ropes, landing with a splat that echoed through the tile bathroom.

He continued to work his hand up and down his shaft, moaning as he rode out an epic orgasm.

I was stroking furiously, watching my pornographic fantasy cum to life. I felt my own orgasm coming from a mile away, and kept rubbing until I felt the sweet release of my own cum blasting through my cock. My load squirted out landing atop Aaron’s, making cummy pools on the tile floor.

“That was a big load,” he said, shaking the last drops of cum from his softening cock.

“Aaron,” I said, hoping I wasn’t crossing a line, “you’ve got a beautiful fucking cock.”

“Thanks man,” he said with a laugh. “It gets the job done.” He looked down at himself, admiring his big piece, then looked up at me with a devilish grin. “You wanna touch it?”

I walked over without a moment’s hesitation and wrapped my hand around Aaron’s half-hard cock. It was warm and wet and sticky from his cum. It was veiny and thick, hefty, a man’s cock. And I could feel it getting hard again in my hand. I looked up at Aaron and his stare told me I had permission. I started to stroke him.

“Fuck,” he moaned as I stroked him back to full staff, “You know what’s better than a hand job?” He asked in a whisper only I could hear.

“What?” I asked as he pulled me into a stall, pushed me down on the seat, and locked the door.

He smiled as he pushed his hard cock up to my lips.

One night we all went out with a bunch of friends. I didn’t drink much, but Jacob got talked into doing shots and by 11:30 he was absolutely shit-faced. Kyle was annoyed.

“Hey man, you want to help me get him home?”

We ordered an Uber and drove back to the apartment. 5 minutes in and Jacob was already passed out, laying across Kyle in the back seat. We got home and managed to carry a half-asleep Jacob upstairs to his room and flip him in bed. I said goodnight to Kyle and headed to my room, stripped off my jeans and got into bed to watch porn.

Then I heard a knock on my door.

“Hey man, you still awake?”

It was Kyle. I froze. I was already hard and about to take my cock out, but I got out of bed, tried to cover my bulge, and answered the door.

“Sorry to bother you man, but Jacob’s a fucking mess. I can’t stay in there tonight. It’s so late to head back to my place, I mean I guess I could call another Uber… I just… you mind if I crash with you tonight?”

Kyle was shirtless, standing in my doorway asking to sleep in my bed. I was speechless. Heart racing. Boner throbbing. I managed to pull myself together.

“Yeah, Kyle. Sure. Come on in.” I opened the door and let him in. “Sorry it’s kind of a mess…” I trailed off, distracted by the sight of him crawling into my bed and nestling under my sheets.

“Dude, no apologies. I owe you one. Thanks. I promise I don’t snore.” He winked at me.

We laid down and adjusted pillows. It was only a double bed and Kyle was muscular, so we were close. Almost touching.

I turned off the light and rolled over, felt his leg against mine.

“Sorry,” I blurted out.

He laughed in the darkness, “It’s ok, I don’t mind. Also, you don’t have to pretend your going straight to sleep…”

“What?”

“Come on, I know your bedtime routine. The walls are thin. We hear you watching porn every night.”

My eyes were adjusting to the darkness and I could see him looking at me, flashing that kryptonite smile.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, I can’t go to bed without rubbing one out either. Well, usually that’s Jacob’s job… but not tonight.”

Kyle rolled over towards me, his thigh now resting on top of mine. His hand rubbed my stomach, the waistband of my briefs, then finally found the bulge of my cock.

“Fuck. You’re so hard,” Kyle whispered as he ran his hand across the fabric of my underwear. I breathed sharply at his touch and turned to look at him, our faces now only inches from each other.

“Let me take care of this for you,” he whispered, leaning in and kissing my neck. I moaned as his lips touched my skin and his hand made its way back to my waistband.

His fingers slipped into my briefs and slowly wrapped around my throbbing cock. I gasped as his fist slid up my shaft and graced the sensitive skin of my tip. Kyle’s lips and tongue moved up to my ear, biting and licking, driving me wild. I moaned and felt his cock-strokes quicken, aided by my oozing, sticky precum.

I laid there, breathless in disbelief that this was actually happening, moving my hips in time with his strokes. I was hornier than I’d ever been and his hand knew instinctively how to work my cock.

“Not yet,” he whispered, resting his hand at the base of my shaft. He could tell I was about about to cum.

“Kyle, fuck..” I whispered. Not sure what else to say.

“You like that?” He asked with a mischievous grin, pulling my briefs down around my thighs for better access to my cock.

“How about this?” His hand shot back up my shaft and began to work my tip again. I moaned In approval. Precum leaking everywhere, covering his fist, and making each sticky stroke louder than the next.

“You got big load for me?” Kyle whispered in my ear, taunting me as he took me to the brink. I whimpered as he stroked me closer and closer to climax. His furry thigh still resting on my leg. He kissed my neck again, deeper and more insistent than before.

“Fuck, I want you to fucking cum for me.” His grip tightened around my cock and I had no choice but to give him what he asked for.

“Uhhhhh.. oh fuck, don’t stop,” I thrust my hips and felt cum rocket through my cock. Kyle kept stroking as I shot my load and coating his hand in streams of cum. His hand finally came to rest at the base of my shaft, cupping my balls.

“Damn, that was a big fucking load,” he said half-laughing. We laid there for a second then I felt his hand move down between my legs. His fingers, covered in my cum, started probing my hole. I turned towards him and he smiled, pushing his fingers all the way inside me.

“Awww fuck,” I moaned. Unclenching and letting him force his way into me.

With his free hand, Kyle pulled down the waistband of his shorts, releasing the massive cock I’d long fantasized about.

“Fuck,” I whispered. Kyle smiled. He knew what he was packing. With his fingers still inside me, he sat up and repositioned himself between my legs, his fat cock already dripping with precum.

He slowly pulled his fingers out and rubbed my spent load all over his cock. He leaned down and I felt the tip of his cock against my hole. His lips kissed my neck again and he whispered:

Turns out the role was mostly ornamental as the standing committee performed most of the work, but they did need a figurehead to run the ideas through and rubber stamp them accordingly. However, I did have a reputation to maintain so I was a bit more hands on than previous leaders.

For example, I held planning meetings to keep abreast of progress and helped to allot out the stall locations to insure there was a mixture of fun and excitement spread throughout the grounds. As a result, we had a record number of participants in the festival, with the biggest parade on the books coupled with the largest turn out in decades.

Even Braxton, my partner got involved. He wanted to do something that would bring positive attention to the medical needs of the gay community so he created a Kisses for the Cause Booth. He was willing to man the booth for the whole eight hour run and use his model like face to raise money for the LGBTQ+ community. He even did a short interview on the evening news in advance to bring out folks to the festival.

Now before you get to thinking that my husband is a conceited ass, you should know he's been celebrated in our town as one of the most eligible bachelors multiple years before I took him off the market. He's got a killer smile and piercing brown eyes which seduce you without even trying. Throw in that he runs a very successful gym and you can see how he built his killer body. The ladies all want him to be bisexual so they have a chance at bedding him and the gay men are all throwing themselves at him for a chance to at least rub up against his prominent bulge.

Yeah he's a keeper and he's mine. What most don't know is that his image is a lie. Hes the biggest bottom out there and practically throws himself at any muscular guy with a decent looking crotch. I help him hide this side from the public and he continues to rake in great money from his chain of gyms.

Well, when Brax told me he wanted to do this I thought long and hard. Was this a bad publicity issue for him? Then I realized he would be front and center in the spotlight the wentire time. Kind of hard to be a slut when you can't sneak off to be a whore. So I endorsed it and he ran wild the idea.

He rode a mini float in the parade and waved at everyone, drumming up more business for his five dollar smooches. I put him close to the front of the parade so he'd be able to get to his booth before the crowd got there. Within minutes following the parade, Brax had them lined up at his booth for a chance to kiss the most desirable face in town. I found myself feeling proud at his effort as he was taking away the breath of a long line of horny folks.

In the first hour alone he raised over three hundred dollars for the charity and I made sure that Brax was supplied with plenty of beverages and breath mints. I strolled throughout the fairgrounds, greeting people and maintaining a positive vibe throughout the place. I believe the final estimated turnout was in the hundred thousand count so it was deemed a success despite all the hiccups.

Around three in the afternoon, while the concert of local artists was going on, I saw something that concerned me. When I reached Brax's booth, I wasn't surprised to see a lull in the crowd as it was designed to attract most to the free show, but what bothered me that Brax wasn't manning his booth.

Now there was someone there all right. A handsome curly headed stud wearing a bandana and a daddy stache. I remember seeing him working the Queer Cowboy kiosk just a short walk from Brax's booth and I thought he'd be fun to ride in a gay bull event.

I walked over to see what was going on and as I approached saw him talking to himself as he squirmed on his chair. As I got there, I asked where the handsome stud who was supposed to be working here was?

He grinned up at me as he squirmed in his seat and told me that he needed to be spent so he could, uh, ahh, go use the restroom. He sat there clenching the counter top he was seated behind and moaned as he added that he was just filling in, huh, uhhhh, until he got back.

I felt the booth bump as he shifted with a loud groan. I asked if he was all right as that sounded like it was painful. I thought I had these booths built better. He smiled and said he mustve slipped off the chair. It was the first time ever working a, uhhhh hmmmmm, kissing booth before. The booth shifted again as there was another bump followed by the guy loudly saying holy shit!

He looked up at me and apologized at his language. I asked again if he was okay and he replied he just needed to stretch out his legs from a rodeo injury he got last week. His eyes got wider and wider as his breathing started to get more ragged. He locked eyes with me as he tried to focus on our conversation, but I knew just exactly where my husband got to, and it wasn't a port a potty.

I asked my cowboy friend what his name was and in between gasps of pleasure he answered me with "Clem". I then told Clem that my husband didn't really go to any toilet, did he?

He shook his head no as his hands gripped the stall wall in front of him. I added that I thought it was fairly safe to say that the cheating little fucker never even left his stall, did he?

He gave me a mischievous grin as he reached down under the ledge in front of him and adjusted something. He replied that I was very astute for a handsome guy. Then the stall shook again as this time Clem physically thrust his hips forward toward the front of the booth.

I told him to be careful or he might expose himself when that wall collapses. I'm not sure just how sturdy the boys mage these.

Then he told me that I needed to do something to stop him then. It would be rather bad publicity to see the event coordinator's husband with a nine inch cock in his mouth on the evening news. I suggest you take a twenty out and pay for a kiss with me while I nut in your slutty partner's mouth. I'll call it the Cuck Kiss to everyone I later tell. No one will believe me, but I'll know the truth. Better get that money out sexy, I feel a seriously momentous thrust coming and who knows what will happen...

I looked at Clem with both anger at being used by this conniving queen and lust at his sheer dominance of the situation. As Brax coughed I reached into my pocket and pulled out my wallet. I plunked a twenty down on the counter and felt Clem grab my shirt collar as he reeled me in for a kiss. I lost myself quickly in his lip lock as he and I entwined in a passionate kiss. I felt his right hand meander around my shoulders before he locked onto my head as he earned his twenty dollars. His left hand was under the counter as I felt the booth vibrate and heard some gagging followed by Clem sighing into my mouth.

I felt his firm grip loosen around my head as Clem leaned forward over the counter towards me. He broke lip lock as he smiled up at me and winked. I saw movement around his legs as Brax emerged from under the counter with a sloppy looking face.

I handed Brax a stack of napkins and told him to clean himself up before the concert let out. He was about to get the final push of the day and it wouldn't do to have you smelling like a cum dumpster. He grinned weakly at me before turning to the back of the booth to freshen up.