My Gay Cabin Fever

Star Spangled Briefs

It wasn't Dylan.

It was -

Chris

I fell back and tripped onto a switch which exploded the room with battery-powered light. Standing in front of me, in a pair of American briefs with the flag printed over his whopping package, was Chris who had a massive grin plastered across his smug face. "Well don't stop now," he chuckled as he waved his bulge in front of my nose.

I got back onto my knees, without needing to be told again. Wrapping my hands around his thick, juicy thighs, I licked the fabric of the underwear, moistening his thick cock. I began to pull down on the band at the top, and his junk exploded out, landing on my face and casting a shadow on my forehead. It was still soft, but undoubtedly the girthiest cock I had seen. I reached up for the prize, but my hands couldn't grasp the full width. Since may hands were made futile, I decided, the only way was to use my mouth. Taking a gulp of fresh air, I plunged into the sweet musk of Chris' cock, enveloping it in an embrace of saliva and drool. The sides of my mouth were about to burst, but I continued to pound his thickness down my tight throat. I could feel the softness of his flaccid shaft begin to disappear as the blood flew towards the point of his penis, extending further down my throat. Now too thick for my mouth, I gagged and he pulled out, leaving salvia stringing between us. He held his thickness now in one hand, something I was unable to do, and pulled me up by the other. Pushing me against the door, he began making out with my face, spreading his lips until I was about to burst from excitement. He lifted up my shirt and put his cold hands down the front of my trousers before unbuckling my belt and palming my junk through the fabric. I was wearing a small thong, similar to Matt's golden thong, but this time it was a crimson red. It was tight on my balls, but in a comforting way, as if it were a hand constantly holding them. The string ran on the underside of my shaft, and crossed my tight hole, joining back onto the band at the top. Chris noticed this new material and pinged the top band, sending a shiver up my torso. "Now this, is nice" the hunk exclaimed inspecting the underwear. "But it's gonna have to come off"

Chris pulled down the thong revealing my big dick and he cupped my balls, replacing the now useless underwear. I did have a big dick, but nowhere near as girthy and full as Chris' which once again cast a looming shadow on the ceiling. He resumed the soft kisses on my neck, as he pushed our cocks together, friction acting on them. Flipping me over, Chris pushed me into the cupboard door and lined up two of his fingers with my asshole which now gaped for destruction. "Fuck me" I mumbled, and Chris began inserting two fingers, loosening up my walls. I spread my cheeks with my hands, and Chris pushed his fingers deeper, reaching my prostate. I screamed with pleasure. He then knelt down, grabbed my two cheeks, which moved like jelly, and licked the rim of my hole. Jabbing his tongue in and out, the wetness of his tongue was like ecstasy. "You ready?" He said, after removing his tongue and standing up again. I nodded. Sticking in another finger for good measure, he began to line up his hefty member with my now loosened entrance. Aware of his own girth, Chris inserted himself slowly. I felt my hole stretched to its limits within the first few inches. Knowing there was more to come, and wanting it inside of me, I pushed back onto Chris' pelvis and felt his beast penetrate me without remorse.

"Show me how much you want it," he whispered, removing his shirt to reveal a tattoo of an eagle on his left peck. I thrust my cheeks again onto Chris, which sent him plunging deep into me, making my entrance loser than it had ever been. He grabbed my butt, moulding the malleable object in his big hands, which only made me more horny. "I want to see you inside of me." I exclaimed, and in response, we moved onto the floor, and I flipped over, looking up at Chris' face. I flung my legs around Chris' neck, and the beard on his face cut my leg a little, but I was in too much pleasure to notice, let alone care. I peered over my crunched up abs, and saw his heavenly thick cock slide in and out of my hole, which gaped with every insertion. I felt another rush of blood to my erection so started to jerk off, staring at Chris' bouncing pecks and immaculate abs. He had a hairy chest, but that was simply an added bonus for me. I felt the familiar sensation that brought an explosion of pleasure rising up. "I'm going to cum!" I screamed, "Fuck!". Chris smiled and bit his lip, before raising the speed of his pounds. My hole had reached its limit. The hunk inside of me pulled back for one more thrust, more power and force than before, and then he shoved his massive, cum filled cock into me once more, sending a canon of semen to fly from my tip, in the air and into my face. I screamed out in joy. The white liquid which landed around my mouth was licked up by Chris who bent over, to enjoy the taste. We were still one mass, and before long the pounds resumed. "You wanted it" Chris began, "You're going to get it all".

That line filled me with ecstasy once more. I felt my ass rip open, as the girth reminded itself of its size. My entrance was simply not enough for his god-like body. I slammed into Chris' balls once again with all my remaining strength, in order to share the feeling of pleasure with him. A couple of deep moans emerged from his lips. "I - I'm gonna - cum" he said, exasperated.

The feeling was unmistakeable. Chris doubled over, and my ass became a dumpster for his cum. It exploded out of him, his juice filling my hole so much that cum noticeably drooled from it. He pulled out, still in that euphoric moment, and came all over my abs, and face. I opened my mouth, not letting any go to waste, as I reached for my entrance. The cavernous hole leaked his semen like Niagara Falls, and I eventually realised the size of my new entrance. In my mouth, I tasted Chris' sweet cream, which brought a face of joy, as he folded on top of me, his cum on my abs lubricating his massive pecs. We exhaled for a few moments, taken aback by the size of his built up load. "I needed that," said Chris, "I can't wait till next time". He got up, and walked out of the cupboard, picking up a couple of torches on his way, buck naked. I yearned for a bite of his meaty thighs and butt, which jiggled on his way out. This house was my calling.

I stood up and collected our clothes which were scattered haphazardly on the floor, covered in Chris' jizz. Quickly changing, I collected his briefs, which were a few sizes too big for me, and stuffed them into my back pocket. Jackpot.

I slid out the door discreetly, my hands full of torches, and resumed the dark meeting downstairs.