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Finally A Fuckbuddy
by crs4dscrt (no address provided)

***

A young man is attracted to a guy's wife, only to 
find that the guy is attracted to him. (MM, 1st-gay-
expr, mast, oral, anal)

***

Several of my buddies take an annual trip, just the 
guys, leaving the wives at home and taking a week to 
do all that stupid stuff that wives hate; drinking 
beer, watching sports, swapping stories, and 
generally being guys.

This year we decided to go skiing and found an 
awesome cabin in the woods near Lake Tahoe. Even 
better, the cabin was near a casino; drinking beer, 
watching sports, and gambling, it just doesn't get 
better than that.

Eight guys were able to convince their families to 
let them go, so we boarded a plane in Phoenix on 
Saturday morning, and were relaxing in front of the 
fire, cold brew in hand by Saturday night. As a 
group, we were all married, ranging in age from 34 to 
46, and all with at least one kid. In fact, it was 
mainly through the kids' school that we had all 
become friends.

Several guys hit the casino Saturday night, but I 
figured I had all week to blow my nest egg, so along 
with a couple of others, I stayed in. Bruce broke out 
some cards and poker chips and we had a friendly game 
of low stakes Texas Hold'em. He had picked up a set 
of XXX playing cards in the airport, and I had a hard 
time concentrating on the game with all the hot 
little porn sluts caught in various acts of 
debauchery on each of the 52 cards.

That night, I had some wild sex dreams and woke up 
with a raging boner. After lying in bed for several 
minutes, masturbating slowly, I realized my morning 
wood wasn't going anywhere without some further 
attention. I snuck out to the dining room and grabbed 
the pack of XXX playing cards off the table before 
heading to the bathroom for a little private stroke 
session. I dealt several cards on the bathroom 
counter, yanked my shorts down around my ankles and 
went to work giving my horny dick a thorough jerking. 
As I neared the point of no return, the bathroom door 
opened and Vince stepped in.

Too late to stop, with one last stroke, I shot a huge 
wad across the bathroom counter, coating the mirror 
in several spurts of thick, creamy jizz.

"Oh, shit, sorry man," Vince apologized as it slowly 
registered in his foggy morning brain what his eyes 
were seeing. "The door was unlocked, I..."

His voice drifted off as he quickly backed out of the 
door, closing it behind him. I didn't say a thing, 
caught completely off-guard, embarrassed worse than 
the time my Mom had caught me jerking off in the 
shower. At least then, I was only a kid and I was 
just doing what teenage boys did. I couldn't fathom 
what Vince must be thinking, but I hoped he would 
keep his mouth shut. I didn't want to be the butt of 
the guy's jokes all week long.

I didn't get a moment alone with Vince until later in 
the morning as we shared a ride up the mountain on 
the ski lift.

"Vince," I began, shakily. "I want to apologize for 
earlier. That was totally out of line."

"No problem," Vince replied, a wry smile curling at 
the corners of his mouth. "My fault man; with a house 
full of guys, I should have knocked before barging 
into the bathroom."

"I was totally embarrassed," I admitted, my face even 
now turning a bright shade of red. "I hope you won't 
say anything to the guys."

"My lips are sealed, buddy-boy," Vince replied. "I 
know being away from the wife for a few days can make 
a man miss the carnal pleasures."

"Yea," I answered, glad to see that Vince understood 
my situation. "Nothing wrong with feeding the ducks, 
I'm just sorry you had to witness that."

"Actually," Vince began, "I kinda envy you. I've 
never been able to get off just using my hand."

"What do you mean?" I questioned, instantly 
regretting opening this can of worms.

"I'm keeping your secret," Vince replied, "So what I 
say here is with the strictest confidence, right?"

"Absolutely," I answered. "Buddy-buddy 
confidentiality."

"Marsha is a dynamo in the sack. I mean the sex is 
fantastic. She's adventurous and pretty damn talented 
if you know what I mean."

It wasn't hard to imagine. Vince was an ex-college 
linebacker, built like a Mack truck with all-American 
good looks and a full head of wavy dark hair. At the 
summer pool parties all the wives drooled over the 
silhouette Vince cut in a pair of wet swim trucks. 
Lucky for the guys, Marsha, Vince's wife, was a 
complete babe. Tall and blonde, she had a body that 
was toned from hours of aerobics and a rack straight 
out of the pages of Playboy magazine. Thinking of 
Vince and Marsha getting it on was like imagining Ken 
and Barbie fucking. It was only natural that the all-
American couple was having all-world sex.

"Anyway," Vince continued, "Using my hand to get off 
has just never appealed to me. Maybe it's the 
Catholic upbringing; you know, hair will grow on your 
palm or you will go blind. And with the great sex at 
home, I've just never had the need to masturbate."

Knowing that Vince traveled a lot with his job, I 
asked, "But what about when you are out of town. 
Don't you get horny?"

"Fuck yea," Vince chuckled. "I don't know why I'm 
telling you this. I guess it's the bond formed when a 
guy catches his poker buddy jerking off in the 
bathroom."

"Very funny," I said, now generally interested in 
hearing his confession. "Your secret is safe with 
me."

"Well," he stuttered, "I have needs just like any 
guy. When I'm out of town, I mess around."

"On Marsha?" I exclaimed, genuinely surprised.

"Yea. But hold on, I don't actually have sex. I limit 
my fooling around to oral sex. I know, I know that 
sounds like total horseshit, but I have never fucked 
anybody else since I married Marsha."

"So let me get this straight," I began as the lift 
neared the top of the mountain. "When you're out of 
town, you find local women willing to suck your dick? 
Well no fucking wonder you don't like to masturbate."

"I never said women," Vince replied as we unloaded 
the lift, meeting up with the other guys before I 
could follow-up on the bomb he just dropped.

* * *

Later in the bar, Vince headed up to buy a round.

"Let me help you carry them," I offered as I followed 
him to the bar.

As the bartender was pouring our drinks, I couldn't 
resist, "What did you mean earlier by "I never said 
women"?"

"I knew I should have kept my big mouth shut," Vince 
began. "But since you asked, I prefer getting head 
from women, but to be honest, when I'm out of town on 
business, I don't have the time or the energy to 
wine, dine, and seduce a woman. I'm not about to pay 
a hooker. Instead, I post a personal ad on the 
internet with a picture of my dick and a very 
specific scenario of what I'm looking for and within 
a few hours I have a host of willing cocksuckers from 
which to choose."

"You mean guys respond to your ad, willing to suck 
your dick?" I asked.

"Not just willing, they are usually begging to 
swallow my load. Guys are the biggest fucking size 
queens. I get e-mails from guys actually willing to 
pay me to suck my dick," Vince replied, a boastful 
smirk crossing his face. "And I gotta tell you, men 
make fantastic cocksuckers. Marsha gives great head, 
but nothing compared to some of the service I've 
received from these anonymous dudes."

"So you hook-up with fags?" I asked, somewhat 
appalled, but still fascinated.

"Actually, most of the guys are married, you know, 
closet queers with regular lives, but with this thing 
about sucking dick. You'd be surprised how many are 
out there. My ads are very specific and I prescreen 
all the replies, usually meeting guys in a local bar 
or coffee shop before bringing them back to my hotel 
room. I stay away from the real homos and twinks."

"And it always works?"

"Usually," Vince continued, "Although being out here 
in the middle of nowhere this week, I haven't had any 
luck yet."

"You posted an ad this week?" I gasped.

"Yea, I figured I'd give it a shot."

"What internet site do you use?" I asked, trying to 
understand why I was so enthralled with Vince's seedy 
sex life.

"Mostly craigslist, but there are other ones as 
well," Vince replied, as he paid the bartender. "I 
know it sounds strange, but somehow, when it's a dude 
swallowing my dick, I don't feel as if I'm cheating 
on Marsha. I never reciprocate and I keep everything 
totally anonymous. I don't even think of the guy as a 
guy, just a willing mouth to work a big load from my 
horny cock. It's no different than you using your 
hand to relieve yourself."

"Right," I answered, not believing Vince was right at 
all, but intrigued and somewhat turned on by his 
confidential admission.

* * *

Trying to fall asleep that night, I kept replaying 
our conversation in my mind. Craigslist huh?; unable 
to sleep, I broke out my laptop and logged on. The 
cabin had a wireless network and I was surfing 
craigslist in no time. I found the men-seeking-men 
personals for the general area we were staying and 
tracked down what must have been Vince's posting:

Hung white male looking for a sub cocksucker to 
worship and swallow – In town the week of March 19 – 
26. Looking to meet at a local coffee shop, before 
returning to my rental and spending several hours 
fucking your face into submission. If you are not an 
expert deep-throater, you will be when I finish with 
you. You should take instruction well and be willing 
to submit to light bondage and humiliation. I will 
not reciprocate and am not looking for chit chat or 
drama.

Me: 6'2", 195, in-shape, aggressive, verbal, 9+" 
uncut (see attached pic), disease free, safe and 
sane. You: Regular guy, prefer married or bi, disease 
free, expert cocksucker, submissive and discreet.

Holy shit, I thought to myself as I reread the 
posting. The attached picture did not show Vince's 
face, but the physique looked familiar. He must have 
used some picture alteration software or something 
because the dick attached to Vince's body looked 
otherworldly. It was fucking huge, his big masculine 
hand barely reaching around its girth as he squeezed 
his root, the blood engorging his mushroom head and 
the big veins throbbing angrily down the length of 
his impressive rod. This guy was hung like a horse.

As I stared at Vince's picture, my cock began to stir 
between my legs. Maybe Vince was right. Maybe men, 
including me, were size queens. I had messed around 
with guys back in college, usually to make a girl I 
was seeing happy, but I had never been as sexually 
charged by a naked man as I was looking at Vince's 
big dick literally leaping off my laptop's screen.

Before I knew what I was doing, I clicked on the 
anonymous e-mail link and began typing a response to 
Vince's posting, even as I was slowly stroking the 
raging boner now tenting my boxers:

Sub cocksucker here, 5'11", 175, married (must be 
discreet), disease free, looking to give no recip 
head. Staying in same area and willing to come to 
you. Can meet tomorrow to drain your load.

Without another thought, I hit the send key and 
watched as my innocence disappeared into cyberspace. 
Immediately regretting my actions, I wondered if 
Vince would even be checking his e-mail tonight. We 
had all drank pretty heavily and I figured he must be 
passed out by now.

To my surprise, a responding e-mail came almost 
immediately. Vince was obviously hornier than I had 
imagined:

Meet me at 9am at the French Roast on Main Street. If 
all is a go, I'll bring you back to my place and fuck 
your throat into submission.

Vince was a real piece of work. I could just imagine 
this big dicked stud taking complete control and 
fucking some stranger's throat with reckless abandon. 
But I had to admit, I couldn't get the image of his 
big appendage out of my mind. For whatever reason, I 
pictured myself on my knees sucking his big cock and 
swallowing his salty load. I quickly shot off a 
reply:

I know the place. See you there. I'll be wearing a 
baseball cap backwards.

I shut down my laptop and rolled over, trying to 
decide whether I was just messing with Vince or if I 
really intended to go through with the proposed 
rendezvous.

* * *

As the guys geared up next morning to go skiing, I 
noted that Vince had not come out of his room.

Knock, knock, "Vince, you coming with us?" I asked.

"Matt, you and the guys go ahead without me," he 
replied, "I've got a conference call with work I've 
got to take this morning. I'll catch up later."

My heart skipped a beat. Vince didn't have a 
conference call, he had a booty call and the coffee 
shop down the hill was his reception area.

Unsure of my next move, I walked down to the shuttle 
stop with the guys at 8:30 to catch the bus to the 
mountain. Just as the bus pulled up, I grabbed Bruce, 
"It's starting to snow and I forgot my goggles. I'll 
catch up with you guys on the mountain."

As the bus pulled away, I realized I was halfway to 
doing this. I walked into the coffee shop, grabbed a 
latte and a newspaper and found a secluded table in 
the back, setting up my stake-out.

Fifteen minutes later, Vince walked in wearing jeans, 
boots, and a sweater, obviously not dressed for 
skiing, bought a coffee and sat down at the table 
near the door, watching intently as each customer 
entered.

Taking a deep breath, I stood up and made my way to 
Vince's table. I pulled out a chair and sat down.

Turning to me, a look of utter shock on his face, 
Vince croaked, "What the hell, I mean, what are you 
doing here, Matt? I thought you went skiing."

Slowly, I reached up and spun my baseball cap 
backwards on my head, "I'm here to meet you. I think 
you called it a pre-screening?"

"You fucker," Vince exhaled, clearly pissed at what 
he perceived was a practical joke.

"No, not a fucker, a cocksucker," I whispered, trying 
to ensure the elderly couple at the next table didn't 
overhear our conversation.

"What are you up to?" Vince demanded, a look of real 
anger spreading across his chiseled face.

Jumping in with both feet, I replied, "Seriously man, 
I'm here to answer your craigslist post. I'm ready to 
have my face fucked into submission."

"Dude, this is not funny," Vince cackled. "I told you 
that stuff in the strictest confidence. It's not some 
joke."

"I know," I responded. "This is not a joke. I want 
you to take me back to the cabin and use me like one 
of your other faggot whores. I don't know why I want 
this I just know that I want it. Your story yesterday 
intrigued me and that picture you posted drove me 
over the top. I can't stop thinking about sucking 
your cock. You don't have many other options, are you 
telling me you're not interested?"

"You're not fucking kidding are you, Matt?" Vince 
replied.

"No, I'm completely serious. So do I pass your 
screening test?"

"Have you ever done this before?" he asked.

"It's been awhile," I admitted. "I fooled around with 
a couple of guys back in college."

"Well, let's see. You've caught me more than a little 
off guard. You certainly pass the visual inspection 
and seeing as how we are friends, if you tell me 
you're disease free, I guess I trust you."

"What kind of questions would you ask a typical 
mark?" I asked.

Trying to remain calm, Vince replied, "So, Marc, are 
you willing to completely submit to my demands? Will 
you take my instruction and do as I order?"

"Yes," I answered.

"Again, buddy, this is not a joke, I don't want to 
have a sexual relationship with you. I mean, I want 
to treat you like any of the other faggots I hook-up 
with. I like it rough and I like to humiliate my 
cocksuckers. It's just my M.O., it's what gets me 
off. Can you handle that?"

"Yes," I answered again, conscious to keep the small 
talk at a minimum, even as I tried to hide the 
growing lump in my ski pants.

"OK. Do you mind if I bind your hands behind your 
back during the action?"

"No," I replied, feeling my cock stir uncontrollably.

"Can I fuck your mouth for as long as it takes to get 
me off?"

"Yes."

"Do you understand that I will not reciprocate? I 
will not touch you, kiss you, lick you, etc."

"I understand."

"Will you swallow my jizz?" Vince continued.

"Yes," I croaked, barely above a whisper.

"OK, then follow me. From the time we step inside the 
front door, I own you, do you understand? You will 
follow my orders and pleasure me as I instruct. When 
I am done, you may leave," Vince completed his 
interrogation.

"I understand," I replied as I stood up to follow 
Vince out of the coffee shop, grateful for my loose 
fitting ski pants that concealed the raging boner 
between my legs.

* * *

As Vince closed the front door of the cabin, he 
turned to me and ordered, "Strip naked, now."

Eager to please my self-professed tormentor, I 
stripped and gathered my clothes in my arms. I was 
proud of my body as I spend several hours each week 
at the gym. But after seeing the picture of Vince's 
big cock, I was somewhat embarrassed of the rather 
average boner now sprouting from my naked crotch.

"Just drop them here," Vince ordered.

"But what if the guys come home?" I responded.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch, and do as I say," Vince 
commanded, giving me a wicked stare.

He was obviously serious, so I quickly dropped my 
clothes in a heap.

"That's better boy. Now get down on your hands and 
knees and crawl over here," Vince instructed.

"Yes sir," I replied as I followed his directions.

"Nuzzle your face up against my crotch, bitch," Vince 
demanded.

Without hesitation, I rubbed my cheek against the 
large bulge forming in Vince's Levis and immediately 
knew that the dick in the picture on his personal ad 
was not a fake. I mouthed the growing lump in Vince's 
jeans and ran my tongue up and down the length of his 
growing tool, making the denim wet with my saliva. I 
had watched plenty of porn in my day and I tried to 
visualize the hottest head scenes I could remember, 
intent to perform like a cock-sucking star for Vince. 
A wet spot began to spread on the denim as his cock 
began to leak copious amounts of pre-cum. I sucked 
the salty spooge from the wet denim, smacking my lips 
as I got my first taste of Vince's seed.

"You like the taste of my pre-cum, don't you queer?" 
Vince chuckled.

"Very much, sir," I replied.

"You want some of that big dick, don't you faggot?" 
Vince growled.

"Yes sir," I obediently responded.

"Let me hear you beg for it."

"Please sir, I want to suck your cock," I heard 
myself say, unsure where the words or the urges were 
coming from.

"You want me to fuck your pussy little mouth don't 
you cunt-face?" Vince snarled.

"Oh yes sir, I want your big cock stuffed down my 
tight, eager throat," I moaned as I felt Vince's cock 
swell to semi-hardness.

"You think you can handle all that cock, bitch?"

"Yes, sir, I'll try my best."

"Oh, you'll try alright, slut. You'll try not to 
choke to death when I shove my cock balls deep down 
your pie-hole. I'll train your throat to take cock 
like a fucking whore."

Vince's nasty verbal abuse had my cock rock hard and 
I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth so bad I 
thought I might erupt just from the thought of it.

"Use your teeth bitch and unzip my fly," Vince 
ordered. "Don't use your hands, do you understand?"

"Yes sir," I replied as I bit down on his zipper and 
slowly worked the fly open.

"That's a good bitch," Vince purred. "Now work your 
tongue down in my fly and taste my cock."

I did as instructed and ran my tongue over the fiery 
flesh of Vince's pulsating prick. Wanting more, I 
brought my hand up to Vince's crotch, intending to 
pry his big bone free of the confines of his jeans.

Smack!!! I felt my cheek go numb as Vince slapped my 
face hard. "I said no hands, dumb-shit. Can't you 
follow a simple instruction?"

"I'm sorry," I managed, torn between the pain in my 
cheek and the anger rising in me. I didn't have to 
take this shit but at the same time, I wanted to 
please Vince and show him what a good cocksucker I 
could be.

"Don't let it happen again," he grunted. "Just use 
your tongue and work my cock out."

After several minutes of hard work, I finally managed 
to suck his cock through the fly of his jeans, his 
now nearly hard tool finally popping free of the spit 
and pre-cum soaked material. As his cock sprang into 
the open, I swallowed hard; fuck this guy was hung 
like a goddamn donkey. His dick bobbed wickedly and 
slapped against my cheek several times as I stared 
down the full length of his rigid rod.

"Good boy," Vince chuckled. "I knew you could do it. 
Now don't just stare at it, get to fucking work."

Without further delay, I opened wide and Vince's 
inched his cockhead between my open lips. The big 
mushroom head completely filled my mouth and I had to 
stretch my jaw to accommodate his impressive girth.

"Use your tongue and lube up my shaft as I work some 
of this meat down your virgin throat," Vince ordered.

He wasn't wasting any time. As he began to feed me 
several inches of his boner, I freaked out. Without 
thinking, I reached up and put my hands on Vince's 
hips, trying to prevent him from stuffing any more 
cock down my challenged throat.

"That's it faggot," Vince yelled as he pulled his 
nearly fully erect boner from my mouth and slapped my 
face with his spit covered cock. "You don't listen 
very well. My fucking dog follows instructions better 
than you."

He reached down and unbuckled his leather belt, 
yanking it off.

"Put your hands together behind your back," he 
ordered as he looped the braided belt around my 
wrists and fastened it tightly, effectively 
immobilizing my hands. He held the end of the belt, a 
leash by which he could further control and limit my 
movements.

"You won't be using those hand any more faggot," he 
barked. With a sharp tug on the belt, he ordered, 
"Now use that tongue and suck my balls out of my 
fly."

With additional work and instruction, I freed his 
large, hanging nuts and took turns massaging each of 
the hairy balls in my warm mouth as Vince's hard cock 
lay heavily across my exposed head.

"You ready to try working that big cock back down 
your throat, bitch?" Vince continued.

"Yes sir," I replied, unsure of how I was going to 
get more than a couple of inches of his cock down my 
throat.

"Open wide cocksucker and stick out your faggot 
tongue," Vince ordered as he waggled his enormous 
phallus hands free back and forth across my face, 
slapping my tongue and thumping my cheeks repeatedly. 
Letting out a hearty chuckle, Vince grabbed my head 
in his masculine hands and taking dead aim, thrust 
forward, impaling my face on his throbbing hard-on.

Several inches were rammed down my throat, and with 
my hands effectively immobilized and my head locked 
by Vince's vice-like grip, I could only sputter and 
gag as the big mushroom head of his angry cock filled 
my throat to its limits. As my eyes began to water 
and my throat struggled to accommodate this monster, 
Vince kept his dick stuffed down my windpipe for what 
seemed like several minutes, although it must have 
been no more than thirty seconds.

Just seconds before I thought I would blackout, Vince 
withdrew his weapon from my tortured throat and I 
coughed and gagged, fighting hard not to blow chunks 
all over the entry hall floor. The cold entry hall 
tiles were hell on my knees, but all I could think 
about was getting Vince's dick stuffed back down my 
throat.

Without additional warning, Vince thrust forward, 
several inches of spit covered steel again sliding 
past my tongue and down my stretched throat. "Watch 
those teeth, faggot," Vince instructed as he again 
held my head firmly, keeping my throat impaled on 
several inches of his massive meat.

This time my gag reflex receded quickly and by 
relaxing my throat, I was able to take another couple 
of inches of Vince's cock as he maintained a constant 
pressure against the back of my throat. After thirty 
seconds, Vince withdrew, repeating this performance 
several more times, each effort resulting in 
bottoming out deeper and deeper down my throat.

After five minutes of this torture, I was amazed to 
feel Vince's untrimmed pubes tickling my nose. 
Somehow I had deep-throated his entire shaft. My jaw 
ached and I was still struggling to breath, but my 
throat had somehow defied logic and I had taken all 
Vince had to give.

"Oh, yea bitch," Vince moaned, his cock still held 
ball deep down my throat. "Now that you've learned 
how to work a real cock down your pie-hole, its time 
you learn how to suck cock."

Slowly, Vince began to fuck my now accommodating 
throat with deep, steady strokes. "Use your tongue on 
the underside of my shaft," Vince ordered. "And lick 
my nuts each time I bottom out down your throat."

My knees ached and my bound hands were going numb 
behind my back, but I was elated to be taking all 
Vince had to dish out. As my face was being plowed, I 
could feel my rock hard dick bouncing off my belly as 
my body was being thrown around like a rag doll under 
Vince's relentless pace.

"Yea bitch," Vince moaned as he held my head and 
fucked my face without mercy. "You like getting your 
pussy mouth fucked by that big dick, don't you?"

I could only moan my approval as Vince continued to 
drill my throat ferociously. After several minutes of 
sweaty face fucking, Vince pulled his sloppy cock 
from my mouth and slapped my faced hard with his 
meaty appendage. "Suck my nuts, cunt-face," he 
ordered.

I obeyed instinctively and spent several minutes 
rolling each big ball in my wet mouth, feeling 
Vince's sperm bubbling in his hairy, sweaty sack.

"Edge it cocksucker," Vince ordered as he roughly 
turned my head sideways and ran his harmonica back 
and forth over my tongue. "Now open wide," he 
instructed as he again mounted my face and fucked it 
ruthlessly.

After several more minutes of deep-throating, Vince 
pulled his cock from my ravaged mouth and with a 
sharp yank on my belt/leash, pulled me to my feet. 
"Into my bedroom, bitch," Vince ordered, "I'm gone 
fuck that pussy throat of yours into complete 
submission."

Dragging me behind him, Vince entered the bedroom and 
roughly threw me down onto the bed. "On your back, 
faggot," Vince ordered, "and lean your head back over 
the edge of the bed."

As I did so, Vince stripped naked and stood over me, 
straddling my head and slowly stroking his huge tool, 
his nuts hanging mere inches from my exposed face. 
Vince squatted down slightly and smothered my face in 
his sweaty sack.

"Suck those balls bitch," Vince commanded as he 
continued to jerk his tool. Vince leaned further 
forward and ground his musky asshole against my nose 
and mouth. "Rim my hole, cocksucker," Vince moaned as 
I used my tongue to explore his anus.

"Oh yea, that feels fucking fantastic," Vince exhaled 
as I buried my tongue as far up his pooper as I 
could.

After several minutes of tongue-fucking his ass, 
Vince stood back, "You keep that up faggot and I'm 
gone lose my load. And I know you don't want me to 
waste a load, do you bitch?"

"No sir," I croaked, my throat still sore and my 
voice unsteady.

"Where do you want my jizz, cocksucker?" Vince 
enquired wickedly.

"Down my throat, sir," I replied, genuinely eager to 
taste the big, salty reward I had been working hard 
to earn.

"I knew it," he chuckled. "Lean that head back and 
open up that throat, cause I'm gonna fuck your mouth 
like a pussy and blow this spooge straight down your 
gullet."

With my hands still tied behind my back, I was 
helpless. Vince put his hands under my neck and 
tilted my head back as far as it would go, opening a 
straight pathway down my throat. He positioned his 
cockhead against my tongue, and I eagerly lapped up 
the pre-cum still leaking from his piss slit.

With a grunt, Vince shoved his cock down my throat 
till his balls were bouncing off my forehead. He 
rapidly built to a ferocious pace as he screwed my 
face with deep, powerful strokes, my tongue working 
overtime to keep his piston lubed as he pummeled by 
aching throat. After several minutes of deep dicking, 
I felt his penis swell noticeably and knew he was 
near eruption.

With one last deep thrust, Vince held his cock 
stuffed down my pie-hole and with an earth shattering 
grunt, he exploded, jets of hot spunk shooting 
straight down my throat. As I began to gag and 
sputter, Vince pulled his slick rod from my mouth and 
continued to shoot his thick, sticky wad all over my 
face and chest, the violent eruptions splattering 
down my belly and glazing my still rock hard boner.

"Fuck yea, buddy," Vince exhaled as the current from 
his hose slowed to a trickle. I eagerly lapped up the 
last few drops of thick spunk, sucking the jizz from 
Vince's semi-hard cock as it sagged against my cum 
coated mug.

As Vince collapsed on the bed, he reached down and 
unbuckled the belt binding my hands. "Good job, 
cocksucker," he conceded. "You can go into the 
bathroom and squeeze out your load if you want."

I had totally forgotten about my ignored member and 
only now realized how much my throbbing boner needed 
attention. I staggered to my feet, weak from the 
thorough throat fucking I had endured and stumbled 
into the bathroom to masturbate.

After five or six quick strokes, my cock exploded, 
erupting long ropes of sticking jizz three or four 
feet, all over the sink, counter, and mirror, as I 
relived the unbelievable experience of being 
dominated by Vince.

As I slumped against the counter, I looked up to see 
Vince watching me from the door, slowly squeezing his 
now limp dick. "Well buddy, you did pretty fucking 
good for a newbie. Sorry if I got a little carried 
away, but I told you I like to be aggressive and 
really dominate my cocksuckers. Marsha would cut off 
my balls if I tried that shit with her."

"No problem, buddy," I replied, happy to have 
received a good grade but bummed that the sexual 
tension that had made me Vince's cock-sucking bitch 
was no longer in the air. I had really enjoyed 
submitting to Vince's demands and would have happily 
reenacted the scene right now if Vince had ordered me 
to my knees.

"I'm gonna jump in the shower and get ready to go 
skiing," Vince smiled. "It's against my policy, but 
you are invited to join me if you want."

Vince ducked into the shower and without hesitation I 
followed him. Vince was staying in the master suite 
and the shower was a big double stall with several 
shower heads and a tiled bench.

As we soaped up, I turned to Vince, "Man, that was 
fucking intense. How did that compare to your average 
encounter?"

"Well, to be honest, I was probably a little more 
aggressive with you than normal," Vince admitted. 
"Originally I thought you were full of shit and would 
wimp out. I pushed pretty hard but you didn't show 
any signs of breaking. I gotta tell you, you're a 
pretty fucking good cocksucker; and you clearly have 
a dormant submissive side."

"Yea, I guess so," I responded, fully aware that 
Vince had me pegged. "I think you are right. Some 
guys are size queens and I think I would have done 
anything to please you."

"Anything?" Vince asked as he soaped up his schlong.

"Yea, I think so," I answered, reaching down to soap 
up my Johnson, surprised to find it was rock hard 
again.

"Would you bend over and let me fuck you in the ass?" 
Vince questioned, an evil mischief in his voice.

"Huh?" I replied, knowing damn well where Vince was 
going with this as I watched him stroke his now semi-
erect cock.

"Well, I've always wanted to fuck Marsha in the ass, 
but it's the one thing she absolutely refuses. I've 
seen porn stars take dicks bigger than mine up their 
poop chute, but Marsha is adamant. She says I could 
injure her for life."

"I thought you only had guys suck your dick?" I 
asked, curious to see how this would play out.

"Oh, for sure. With all the diseases and shit, no way 
I'd risk my health to fuck some anonymous guy in the 
butt. Guys have asked, no make that begged, me to 
pack their fudge, but I always refuse."

"But you want to fuck my ass?"

"Um, yea. I know you're clean and healthy, and when 
you were rimming my hole earlier, I had these totally 
nasty thoughts of bending you over and stuffing my 
pole up your shitter."

"So you've never done this before?" I quizzed Vince.

"No man, your cherry ass would be my first. And I can 
see from the boner you're sporting there that you 
kinda like the idea too."

I didn't need any more encouragement. I wanted to be 
the first to enjoy the pleasure of getting my ass 
reamed by Vince's fat fuck-stick. And he was right, 
this conversation had my dick so fucking hard it 
hurt.

I turned my back to Vince and bent over, resting my 
hands on the tiled bench, "Make me your fuck-bitch, 
stud."

Vince didn't need any further encouragement. He 
grabbed the bar of soap and lathered up his now rock 
hard prick before lathering up my crack and working a 
lubed finger up my virgin hole.

"Damn your hole is fucking tight, dude," Vince 
exhaled as he took turns working his fat digits into 
my butt. The soap provided plenty of lube, and even 
when he stuffed his pudgy thumb up my backdoor, I 
didn't mind at all.

As he worked first two and then three fingers 
together into my rump, I began to realize the 
predicament I was getting myself into. Vince was 
being patient and taking his time, trying to stretch 
my anus slowly before he impaled me on his mighty 
manhood. But I knew no amount of advanced preparation 
was going to make my ass ready for his impending 
invasion. Besides, I was so fucking horned up, I 
wanted to feel him screwing my ass right now.

"Thanks man," I managed as he humped my hole with 
three soapy fingers. "But don't worry about me. Take 
my ass now, man. Fuck my little man-pussy like you 
fucked my face before."

"That's what I wanted to hear, cunt-face," Vince 
snarled, immediately falling back into character as 
the aggressive, dominant top.

My grip on the tiled bench turned white knuckle as I 
looked back between my spread legs to see Vince 
soaping up his massive boner. From this point of 
view, his cock looked enormous and I was going to 
have a front row seat to see him shove that beast up 
my poorly prepared pooper. With one hand, he grabbed 
my waist and used his other hand to steer his 
cockhead to the entrance of my backdoor. He rubbed 
his sudsy schlong up and down my wet crack, teasing 
my hole as he applied light pressure against my 
sphincter.

I tried repeatedly to lean my weight back against his 
rod, driven insane with the desire to feel his prick 
violate my hole. Each time, he expertly shifted his 
weight and his cock simply rocked back and forth in 
my soapy crack, his nuts slapping against my butt 
cheeks.

"Beg for it bitch," he ordered.

"Please," I implored. "Stop teasing me and fuck my 
virgin hole. I need to feel your hard cock stuffed up 
my ass."

"That's better," Vince replied. And with a sudden 
movement, he locked my waist in both hands and drove 
his lubed piston home, nearly half of his enormous 
cock buried up my butt in one swift thrust.

"Oh my fucking #@&*&^%$#(*&!" I yelled, the string of 
explicative echoing off the walls of the big shower. 
I couldn't imagine anything hurting as much as my ass 
currently hurt; not childbirth, not breaking a bone, 
hell, not even getting shot. My wind was knocked from 
my gut as I struggled to pull forward and free my ass 
from this sadistic bastard and his killer cock.

But Vince held my hips firmly and continued to drive 
his weight against my ass, my head shoved up against 
the wall of the shower, my body no further escape 
route from his invading horde. In fact as I 
struggled, I could only push back off the shower wall 
which resulted in additional inches of Vince's dick 
being shoved further down my tortured hole.

"You're gonna fucking split me in two, Vince," I 
struggled, barely able to vocalize words around the 
sheer pain I was fighting. A searing white heat 
enflamed my rectum as Vince maintained a steady 
pressure on my puckered hole.

"That's the plan, slut," Vince laughed as he 
continued to force his soap-covered cock deeper into 
my butt. "You really need to loosen up buddy cause I 
sure like having your ass-meat wrapped around my 
prick. I think I'm gonna take to this butt-fucking 
real nice. I might fuck this prime piece of ass all 
goddamn day."

"You're one sick bastard," I exhaled, as I felt 
Vince's hairy nuts brush against my ass. Looking back 
between my legs, I saw all but the last couple of 
inches of Vince's rod buried in my stretched hole. My 
head was spinning and I saw stars swimming before my 
eyes; I thought I was going to pass out.

"Shut the fuck up and take it like a man, pussy," 
Vince barked. "And quit all that squirming. I'll 
train that ass to love my cock."

Very slowly, the pain in my ass began to subside, 
replaced first by a dull throb and then a feeling of 
complete fullness. Vince held firm and began to grind 
his cock into my stuffed shitter. Although I received 
no physical pleasure from the constant grinding, I 
was amazed to see my cock was still rock hard and 
leaking pre-cum.

I reached back between my legs and massaged Vince's 
balls, wrapping my hand around the base of his tool 
trying to extricate a few inches from my tortured 
butt.

Mistaking my attempt to free my ass from his 
prolonged penetration, Vince smiled, "That's it 
buddy. I knew you'd come around. So you want me to 
start fucking that butt do you?"

Before I could answer, he slowly withdrew several 
inches of butt meat and began a slow, steady assault 
on my hole. As he initiated a steady fucking rhythm, 
the friction on my sphincter grew more and more 
pleasurable. I quit trying to resist Vince's forward 
thrusts and began to buck back against his torso, 
trying to match his movements and maximize his 
penetration. His cockhead found a magic spot deep 
inside my tortured rectum and as he continued to 
pound my ass, I began to moan.

"Oh, yea bitch, you like that don't you?" Vince 
questioned.

"Fuck yea," I groaned, finally beginning to enjoy 
every inch of his big cock as it drilled my man cunt. 
"Fuck my ass, buddy like you fuck your wife's pussy. 
Feed me that magnificent cock."

"That's so fucking hot bitch," Vince moaned. "My cock 
is stretching your hole so wide. You're not gonna be 
able to walk right for a week."

"I don't fucking care," I exhaled. "Pound my hole 
into submission, man. I can't get enough of your 
cock."

For several minutes, Vince pounded my ass with long, 
steady strokes. Periodically, Vince would pull his 
dick from my hole and apply a new coating of soap 
suds before driving his rod back down my wide-open 
anus.

"Fuck, dude, your ass feels better than my wife's 
pussy," Vince said as he continued to train my virgin 
butt. "Time for you to do some work."

He withdrew his tool and spun me around. As he sat on 
the bench, he lowered me down onto his towering tool. 
"Bounce up and down on it bitch," he commanded.

I didn't need any additional instruction as I lowered 
my ass down on his cock till his balls were grinding 
against mine. Sitting on Vince's lap, I had close to 
a foot of dick shoved up my rear.

"Fuck dude, you've got every inch of my cock buried 
in your ass," Vince moaned. "Now fuck it."

I began doing squats on Vince's lap, loving the 
feeling of his cock working in and out of me. He 
reached around and tweaked my nipples hard, sending 
additional spasms of pleasure shooting through my 
body. I bounced up and down on his pogo for several 
minutes, my own dick slapping against my belly as I 
fucked him like cheap whore. 

I resisted the urge to reach down and stroke my cock, 
sure that one quick jerk would send my dick over the 
edge into spasms of ejaculation. I could feel every 
pulsating vein of Vince's angry cock as he trained my 
ass to take his full length, the warm water from the 
shower continuing to cascade over our naked, sweaty 
bodies.

As the water turned colder, the hot water spent, 
Vince slapped my ass hard and pushed me off his tool. 
He reached over and turned off the water before 
ordering me out of the shower, "Get up on the counter 
top, bitch. Yea right there, sitting in your own pool 
of jizz."

I sat naked on the cold tile where only recently I 
had jerked out a huge load, waiting for Vince's next 
command. Still dripping wet, he stepped up, roughly 
grabbed my ankles and through them over his 
shoulders, my ass dangling over the counter edge, his 
cock poised at my tattered hole.

"I'm gonna fill your ass with my spooge," Vince 
announced as he entered me violently and resumed his 
furious fucking of my abused ass. With my legs up on 
his wide shoulders and my head back against the 
mirrored wall, I was a helpless fuck puppet to 
Vince's powerful assault.

In this position he pounded my ass for several more 
minutes before grabbing my waist and shoving every 
inch of his manhood up my hole. With a load grunt, 
Vince tensed and erupted deep in my ass, his cock 
filling my hole with warm spunk. As I felt his cum 
filling my butt, my cock twitched violently and I 
shot a huge wad all over my belly and chest, my hand 
never touching my boner.

Vince chuckled, "Guess I found your g-spot buddy."

"Fuck yea," I exhaled, "I've never experienced a more 
intense orgasm. Marsha doesn't know what she's 
missing."

We cleaned up and dressed, heading up to the mountain 
to meet the guys for an afternoon of skiing. We met 
the guys in the lodge for lunch.

"Hey Marc," one of the guys yelled as I walked into 
the cafeteria, "You're limping like you took a nasty 
fall."

Shooting a knowing look at Vince I replied, "It was 
nasty alright; a real fucking ass breaker."

Vince snickered, knowing that his dick was the reason 
my ass was out of whack and I was walking on 
eggshells.

I followed Vince around like a love struck puppy the 
rest of the week. Every opportunity we had, Vince 
used and abused my body to satisfy his sexual urges. 
I sucked him off in the men's room and on the 
gondola. He fucked my ass in the trees beside a ski 
run, in the hot tub, and at night in his bedroom. I 
couldn't get enough of his cock and he loved reaming 
my ass.

We are already planning next summer's golf trip. My 
packing list includes two dozen golf balls, a bag of 
tees, a new pair of spikes and a giant bottle of 
lube. Having a regular fuckbuddy is going to be a 
real blast. 

END

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