Gay Erotic Stories

My name’s Rob and my wife (Cindy) and her best friend (Barbara) were going out of town over Memorial Day weekend to have a 10th high school reunion with their girlfriends. That was going to leave me all alone at the house over the long weekend. “Bull shit” I thought and opted not to stay “home alone” for the weekend. I rented out a secluded lake cabin about 2 hours upstate from our house. I requested a cabin at the remotest part of the lake. As an afterthought, I decided to ask Barbara’s husband Lance to join me even though I knew that the cabin only had one bed. I called Lance up and asked him if he didn’t have plans if he’d like to join me. His answer was “hell yes”. He was also pissed that he was going to have to spend the weekend alone. I conveniently forgot to tell him that the cabin only had one double bed. The Friday before Memorial Day finally arrived and I took off at noon to load up the Explorer and the boat. I made sure that I had packed everything essential: food, ice, fishing poles, lures, and several cases of iced down beer. I also stashed away a quart of Jack Daniels, just in case. Cindy and I hopped into the Explorer around 2:00 p.m. and headed over to Lance and Barbara’s to pick them up for the ride to the airport. The Explorer was so jammed with crap that we had to put Barbara’s suitcase and Lance’s big gym bag in the back of the boat for the ride to the airport. We rushed like hell to get the girls to the airport for a 3:30 p.m. flight and basically threw them, and their luggage, out at the curb. I said that we wanted to get to the lake before dark, especially with the weather reports that we were hearing on the radio. A cold front was moving in rapidly and the temperatures were supposed to drop dramatically. Great, what a lousy fishing weekend this was going to be. At least I had packed long johns and had brought along a heavy coat. I secretly hoped that Lance had forgotten his. But finally we were on our way. The wives had my cell phone number in case they had problems with their flight. I’d had numerous opportunities to meet socially with Lance but we had never been alone, just the two of us, other than fixing things around each other’s houses when we needed help and going out to dinner in a pack with our wives. Seeing him so infrequently had made me forget what a beautiful hunk he was. Lance was every man and woman’s dream. He was 6’2”, 210 lbs., blond hair, blue eyes, hardly any body hair at all, golden tanned and built like a brick shithouse. My wife told me that Lance worked out about 5 times a week and it showed. What an Adonis! He had chiseled features and supposedly he had done some underwear modeling for a minor retail chain but was too stacked in the crotch to be photographed acceptably, but that was only a rumor that my wife had heard. She didn’t like to pry. Bitch. I would love to know the truth about Lance’s crotch. This dude was muscles on muscles though. After we left the airport and headed up the interstate towards the cabin, I asked Lance if he would like a beer. “Hell yes” was his response. I told him to reach into the cooler in the back seat and grab one out for each of us. We made small talk the entire way there and drank numerous beers on the way. Lance was actually a great guy with a perverse sense of humor. He was quite amusing on the way to the cabin. I really liked the guy. I also noticed that the guy could drink like a fish and not show any signs of inebriation. I was a little tipsy after three beers, but he sounded and looked great after four. We got to the lake and drove up to the check-in area. I was in luck that Lance didn’t go in with me. I had thought up a lie about the one bed and didn’t want him to screw things up for me. I was also in luck that the most remote cabin on the lake was mine for the taking. It was a mile away from any other cabin and also had its own boat dock. I climbed back in the car and told Lance that I had good news and bad news. The good news was that we had a remote cabin with its own boat dock. The bad news was that it was the only one left and that it only had one double bed. “You mean that we’re going to have to sleep in the same bed, asshole” he questioned. I said no, if he’d brought his sleeping bag. Since he hadn’t he just grimaced and reluctantly said “OK, but don’t get any ideas cowboy” and started laughing out loud. I laughed also and told him he could only be so lucky. We both laughed at that one. I hoped that I hadn’t laughed too hard at our jokes. We headed to the boat ramp to set the boat out. Since we had both lake maps and road maps, I told Lance to take the Explorer to the cabin and that I’d meet him there after I had tied the boat up at the dock. Damn, it was getting cold. We both said so at once. The sky was dark and the wind was beginning to blow. I got into the boat, Lance lowered the boat into the lake and I untied the boat from the Explorer. He waved from the window of the car and drove up the boat ramp towards the cabin. I backed the boat up and headed out over the lake towards the dock. The entire time I was thinking what a hunk Lance was and how horny I was. Damn, I would love to sink my dick into that tight ass of his. I was imagining what that tight, muscled, hairless ass of his must feel like. I was the complete opposite of Lance. I was about 5’8”, 170 lbs., black hair, dark brown eyes, but fairly light skinned. A little hairy for my own liking but at least I didn’t have hair growing all over my back. I too worked out but not as much as Lance, and that showed also. I had decent muscles, but not bulgers like Lance. Also, I wasn’t as stacked in the dick department as he supposedly was. I had a 4” cut soft prick that grew to a little less than 7” when I got hard. Decent sized balls, a little too hairy for my liking, and a medium thickness to my dick. I’m not bad on the eyes either, but I’m no GQ model like Lance could be. I was a lot smaller than Lance in stature also. I was also fucking horny. I decided on the boat ride to the dock that I had to see Lance naked at least once this weekend and then jack-off the rest of my life thinking about his naked body. I set a plan into motion in my head. I got to the boat dock and tied the boat up to the dock. The wind was howling at this point and the temperature had dropped about 25 degrees in the past two hours. The wind chill was now around 40 degrees and dropping. I made my way up the hill to the cabin. It was a couple of hundred yards to the cabin. When I got to the top of the hill, I saw Lance unpacking the Explorer. I yelled for him to throw me a beer, which he did. I slurped it hungrily and then helped Lance bring the rest of the groceries and luggage into the cabin. It wasn’t the prettiest place I’d ever seen but it was functional. There was no central heat, so the only heat we would have would be the fireplace. It was around 500 square feet, including kitchen, breakfast nook, bedroom and bathroom. I told him to go out and get some logs and start a fire while I put away our feed for the weekend, sans fish. He agreed. I fried us up some hamburgers, opened up a bag of chips and we drank beer and ate like hogs. After we’d cleaned up the dishes I asked Lance if he’d like to play a little poker and lose a little money. (I just happened to bring a deck of cards and some poker chips.) He said “hell yes”. We decided on quarter poker. After almost two hours and many beers later, I had taken $100.00 off of Lance. God, he sucked at poker. Maybe, just bad luck, but part of it was just shitty card playing. After he lost the last $10 of his hundred, he said that he couldn’t lose any more money or Barbara would kill him. What a pussy. I mocked him, called him a chicken shit and flapped my arms about like a hen. That really pissed him off. So, I said, “how about this, we play strip poker?” He looked at me real funny and got ready to tell me to “eat shit and die”. But before he could utter his words, I reached into the cupboard, pulled out the bottle of Jack Daniels, and said that each time we lost we’d take off an article of clothing and drink a small shot of bourbon. Then, when the loser was completely naked, they’d have to run down to the lake buck-assed naked, in only their shoes, and bring back up a handful of mud from the lake. Lance looked at me funny, thought about it for a long time, and then said, “Game, asshole”. My plan was working. We each counted our clothing, no cheating you know. Each of us had 8 pieces of clothing, including shoes. We each took an oath not to cheat, especially since we were drinking heavily and had to take frequent piss breaks. We each took turns shuffling and dealing. The only game we played was five-card draw. That way, the other party didn’t know what you were holding. You could only draw 4 cards if you were holding an ace. The game progressed and I was down to my underwear, drunk as a skunk. The tables had turned in Lance’s favor. All of a sudden he was getting great hands and my hands were sucking. All he had lost were his shoes, his coat and his shirt. He still had on both of his socks, his warm up pants and underwear. Damn he looked great. On top of that, he appeared to be stone cold sober. I was plowed. The wind was absolutely howling at this point and the temperature was around 30 degrees, with a wind chill of around zero. I asked Lance, given the weather, if he’d like to call off the bet. He said “hell no”. That was that. I lost the next hand and was the official loser of the game. It was now time for me to shed my underwear (Tommies) and run to the lake. Boy was I was embarrassed. He supposedly had this huge dick and there I was with one that was only average. I turned beet red after I lost the hand and looked at Lance sheepishly. He said “get out of those Tommies, put on your shoes and run your naked, lily-white ass down to the lake and bring me back some mud”. I got up, looked him straight in the eye, and dropped my drawers. Thank God I was mucho horny and my dick was at a better than average soft length, just the right length you have before you start stiffening up and getting a hard-on. I walked over, naked as a jay-bird and proud as a peacock (I was loaded), to where I’d cast off my shoes, bent over to show Lance my hairy ass and proceeded to put on my boots. He was laughing hysterically, telling me to “get my ugly, hairy ass and little dick and balls out the door and down to the lake”. He had insulted my manhood. He could talk about my hairy ass, but not about my dick and balls. I was mad. I laced up my shoes, shook my dick and balls at him (he laughed hysterically again) and opened up the door of the cabin. God, it was cold. The wind was frigid cold. Thank God no one would see me run bare-assed down to the lake. As I headed down to the lake, Lance got a flashlight and shined it on my white ass as I ran towards the hill down to the lake. He started wolf whistling at me also. I turned around, flipped him off and ran down the hill. When I got to the lake I was freezing. I reached down and got a handful of mud and with a splat, put a handprint of mud on my chest. I began running back up the hill. When I got to the top of the hill, Lance was standing at the door, looking hot as shit, shining a flashlight onto my naked body. Thank God I work out, I thought. I looked down and saw that Lance was shining the flashlight on my privates. Sad story. Given the shrinkage from the cold and the exertion from having run to and from the lake, my dick was miniscule. My balls had shriveled up to nothing, peanuts, at best. I was a sad looking case. I ran back towards the cabin with the flashlight on my privates, listening to Lance laugh at me the entire trip. I ran into the cabin and slammed the door shut. Lance said “did your dick drop off of you before or after you got to the lake?” I looked down and realized that my dick was a shriveled one-inch turtle head and that my balls were tiny. I looked like a newborn baby with hair. I turned absolutely crimson in color. My entire body was crimson. He laughed like he was a stand up comedian. Lance looked at me again, laughed his head off some more, and told me to get my blue (yes, I was cold) ass over to the fire and warm up. I stood next to the fire, shivering, and Lance brought me a shot of bourbon to shoot. I shot the bourbon and stood still for a second and let the warmth of the bourbon run through me. I thought about Lance and my dick began to stir. After a couple of minutes next to the fire, I was ready to seduce the son of a bitch. He had gone back to the kitchen table and I turned around, showed him my now regular 4” soft dick, and told him I was ready to play some more cards. He told me that I had “already lost the fucking game, shrimp dick”. Again, I was mocked about my manhood, but that much more willing to proceed with my plan to seduce him. I said “sit your hilarious ass down and let’s play some cards.” “I’ll make a bet with you, if I win, you continue stripping your clothes off until you have to run down to the lake.” “If I lose, I’ll kiss your bare ass. So there, take it or leave it, you pussy.” The pussy part got to him. I could see him get a little red in the face and he said, “you’re on, little dick”. Then I was mad. I wanted to kiss his bare, hairless ass but was too pissed to lose to do it. I had to win this hand. Fuck, I lost. Surprisingly, he walked over to me, turned around where I was sitting at the table and pulled his warm-up pants down. He was wearing a jock strap. He had the most gorgeous ass that I’d ever seen, pale, but with a golden tan all around the right speedo areas. He had absolutely no hair on his ass at all. I swear that he shaved his ass. The shape of his ass was incredible. My dick jumped to attention and I slid my lower body under the table so that Lance wouldn’t see that I was sporting a woody. He looked back around at me and told me to “kiss his beautiful ass”. I didn’t need any encouragement and very politely grabbed his hips, pulled his ass towards my face and grimaced when I put my lips against his ass and gave him a hickey on his ass. After I’d grimaced, he laughed and told me that I was an ass-kisser and that he’d always cherish the moment we’d had together. He was laughing like a banshee telling me that I’d kissed his ass and that I had liked it. He pulled up his pants and sat down at the table across from me. I told him to “fuck off”. “Want to play on” he asked? “Hell yes” was my answer. He said, “Okay Dickhead, if you’re so lucky and want to play poker so bad, if you lose the next hand, you will have to kiss my left nut.” I realized that my plan was working. I thought about it a second and said “you’re on”. He dealt the cards. I purposefully lost the hand. When he realized that he had won, he gave me a big mischievous smile and stood up from the table. I wanted him to pull his pants down all of the way so that I could take a look at his dick, but to no avail. He walked over to me, pulled down his warm-up pants and pulled his left nut out of his jock strap. I was pissed. But, I was also aghast. I said “that’s not a ball, that’s a fucking lemon”. His ball was huge. He just smiled down at me and told me to “kiss his big lemon”. I tried to act like I was appalled at kissing his ball and grimaced when I put my lips next to his hairless bag and huge ball. I also gave it the slightest bit of tongue just so that he would know that I meant business. He unceremoniously stuffed his big ball back into his strap, pulled up his warm-ups and sat back down at the table. “Have fun with my ball”, he asked? I just laughed and told him that I’d seen better examples of that in Fisher Nut cans. That got him pissed. I told him that I had the next play. If I won, he’d continue stripping, but if I lost, which I doubted give his current track record, I’d suck on both of his nuts for a full minute, taking turns on both of them. He realized that I was blitzed and I guess he decided to take advantage of the opportunity. His answer was “I’ll take that bet, Senor ball kisser.” “Let the game begin”, I said. Lance dealt the hand and I got a pair of queens and a pair of nines, plus a two. I decided to ditch a queen and a nine and the two. I asked for three cards. The dealer asked for two. I didn’t get shit. What a surprise. The dealer paired on eights. When I looked over at Lance he had a wicked smile on his face and rose up from the table. He walked over to me, right in front of my face, pulled down his warm-ups, pulled his jock strap aside and let his big fat balls hang free. They were magnificent, like two lemons hanging on a lemon tree. They were huge, really huge and totally hairless. I said, “Goddamn, you must cum in quarts rather than teaspoons. Those are really huge balls and I don’t think that I can hold both of them in my mouth at once.” He looked down at me, shoved his jock in my face and said, “suck both of my balls you big pussy”. With that, I put my face down to his crotch, held his left ball in my hand and let it fall into my mouth. I suckled his left ball for awhile and then he told me that it was time for me to let the right ball drop down into my mouth also. I opened my mouth as far as it would reach and let his other ball drop into my mouth. It was like having two globes in my mouth. God, he was hot and so were his hairless balls. I swished them around in my mouth as best I could but still gagged as they almost fell back into my throat. I continued to tongue his balls until he pulled them out of my mouth. The minute was up. He was breathing very heavy at this point, as was I. Lance sat back down and said “here’s the next bet, if I win, you kiss the head of my dick and if I lose, I’ll continue stripping”. I looked at him long and hard and there was a certain twinkle in his eyes that made me say “yes, I’ll take that bet”. Strangely, he winked at me afterwards as if he knew what I was up to. So I shuffled the cards and dealt five to each one of us. I got three kings and a three/four combo. I threw away the three kings and drew against the three/four combo. I had to see what his dick looked like, no matter what. I didn’t care if he thought I was a cock-sucking faggot or not. I had to see his dick to see if the rumors were true. Not surprisingly, Lance won the hand. Lance got up from his seat and walked over to me. He pulled his pants down to his knees ceremoniously and stood there with a full jock strap pouch for me to absorb with my eyes. He then looked down at my face, laughed as he did it, and pulled his jock strap down to his knees. My jaw fell open, I gasped and my eyes bulged out of my head. Whatever rumors I’d heard about Lance’s dick were more than true. His dick was huge and perfect. It was truly the biggest dick that I’d ever seen, either in person or in the porn movies. Just a huge fucking dick. It was 7” long and still soft. His balls (lemons) hung even lower that his 7” soft dick. His girth was amazing. I’ve never seen such a fine specimen of dick. He had one of those beautiful dicks: long, and thick with a huge head. The head was enormous, a beautiful big fat head on the end of a beautiful big fat dick. It was the head of his dick that got to me, just superb. He had the slightest bit of golden light brown hair at the top of his prick. Just enough to look good but not enough to end up in your mouth or your nose when you’re deep-throating. After I’d gained my breath and my ability to talk, I asked him how big his dick got when he got hard. He proudly said “10 inches, no more, no less. I looked up into his eyes, winked and then saluted his big dick. “That’s a winner”, I said. Then I pulled his big schlong off of his balls and gingerly kissed the head of his dick, making sure that I grimaced when I did the nasty deed, but also making sure that I caressed the underside of his head with my tongue. The son of a bitch smiled down at me. I pulled back off of his magnificent dick and told him to sit his ugly ass back down, that we weren’t through playing cards yet. After he shoved his meat back in his jock and pulled up his pants, I then told him that the next bet would be the same except that I would French Kiss his dickhead for 15 seconds. I looked at Lance and he eyed me squarely and then said “your lips, cocksucker”. He dealt and I was so pissed that I decided to win the hand. I did. I laughed as Lance stood up, walked over to me, pulled his leg up and pulled off his left sock. What an asshole he was. He threw his sock in my face and sat back down. I laughed as I told him that he would soon be down at the lake reaching for mud to throw on his sorry arse. He went over to his gym bag, pulled out a bottle of Tylenol and asked me if I wanted some. I said no but he popped three into his mouth and swallowed them. It was my deal, same stakes. He’d had his ego trip and now I wanted to french kiss his big cock. I made sure that I lost the next hand. Lance, smirking, walked over to me and dropped his warm-ups again. He then pulled his balls and cock out of the side of his ample jock and left them in mid air for me to handle. “All right, cocksucker, you’ve got 15 seconds to French kiss my big, fat dick”. “Make him happy, ” he said. I took his big member in my hands, pulled it up to my mouth and wrapped my lips around the head of his enormous dick. I proceeded to lick the underside of his dick, the head, the corona, anything on his dickhead that my tongue would touch. For 15 seconds I tried to suck his dickhead without showing that I was sucking his dickhead. Looking back on it, I think that I failed. Oh well, who cares. He pulled his dickhead out of my mouth after 15 seconds and he had a semi-semi going. He looked at me long and hard. He was really gazing me over, eyeing me, deciding if I was really a friend, or just an unwanted faggot who was willing to suck his dick for the evening. I suppose that he finally decided that I was worth keeping, now matter how homo-ish I was. Then he made the next bet: “I’ll continue with my stripping, but you, you’ll let me slide my dick in and out of your mouth for 30 seconds. Period.” My mouth came unglued, I lunged at the table, and gasped. “All right, let me see if I have this perfectly clear”, I said, “if I win you get to take off a sock and if I lose, I have to suck your big dick for 30 seconds. Is that right!?!?!?!?” Lance looked straight at me, never blinking an eye and said, “that’s the bet motherfucker, take it or leave it, but, if you’re too chicken-shit to take the bet we can go to bed and sleep this off”. I looked him straight in the eye and said “you know what, asshole, I’m just drunk enough to take you up on that bet. I don’t have to worry, I’ve got mojo on my side.” He had the most devilish gleam to his eyes when I said “yes” to the bet, but finally, my plan was coming into fruition. I won the next hand and he reached down and pulled off his other sock. Big fucking deal. I also won the following hand. He stood up and I watched in amazement has he stepped out of his warm up pants. I love to watch a man take off his clothes. There’s something very sensual about it, very voyeuristic also. God he looked great standing there in just his jock strap. What a hunk. What a pouch. His jock was stretched to the max. I’d never seen anyone fill up a jock strap like he did. The sides of the pouch weren’t even touching his skin. He turned around and picked his warm-up pants off of the floor and gave me a bird’s eye view of his ass and pink hole. I was hard as a rock. He turned back around threw his pants at me and sat back down. I told him that when he lost the next hand he was going to be running to the lake for some mud. He just laughed and said that I’d be sucking his dick before he ran down the hill. I dealt the cards and I got a pair of jacks, a pair of tens, and also a two. I threw away a jack and a ten and hoped for the best. Lance took two cards. When we laid down our hands, Lance had a pair of Kings and I had nothing. A big grin came across Lance’s face when he realized that he’d won. I tried to act all pissed off and cussed the cards. Lance stood up and walked over to me, his basket bouncing around as he walked. What a full pouch this guy was sporting. He grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face against his full jock strap and held it there for a few seconds. Then he stepped back and with much fanfare pulled his jock strap down to his knees. “You lose, you suck” he said roughly. I looked up at him and his Cheshire Cat smile and rolled my eyes, shrugged my shoulders, tried to look dejected and simply opened my mouth. He didn’t waste any time. In a heartbeat he grabbed up his flaccid dick and plopped the head of his dick in my mouth. I closed my lips around it and while he started counting, from 1 to 30, I started sucking his dick. It tasted great. I could taste his precum as I stuck my tongue into his piss hole. I went deeper down on him and soon had 5 inches of flaccid dick in my mouth. He was counting very slowly. I continued running my tongue around the head of his dick, especially on the underside of his head where it’s most sensitive. I could feel his dick starting to thicken and realized that there was at least another inch of dick between my mouth and his pubes than there had been when I started sucking. Finally the 30 seconds were up. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and then held the head about 6 inches away from my mouth. He asked me if I’d ever sucked cock before and I lied and told him no. He said “you’re actually pretty good at sucking cock. You should do it for a living.” He had a pretty good semi going when I looked at his dick again. It still wasn’t sticking straight out or straight up but he wasn’t completely flaccid anymore either. Just a nice arch to his dick. He was breathing very heavily at this point. I was too. He pulled his jock strap back up and went and sat back down. God, what an ass. God, what a dick. He looked at me and asked if I wanted to play some more poker. “Hell yes” I said. I asked him what the bet was going to be and he said “same thing, except I want a full two minutes with that talented mouth of yours”. I nodded my head in agreement and handed the cards to him. He dealt out the cards and I got three twos, a seven and a jack. I sat there for a minute contemplating my hand. I three away the jack and two of the twos and drew jack shit of nothing. I was hoping he could beat a jack high hand. He did. Again a big smile came across his face when he realized that he’d won. I tried to look pissed off and dejected at the same time. He told me that it was time to start sucking his big dick again and that he had a surprise. He stood up from his seat and his dick was as hard as a rock. There were 5 inches of dick sticking out above the elastic of his jock strap. The head of his dick was above his belly button. What a huge fucking dick. My mouth gapped open when I saw his huge hard-on. He walked over to me, pulled his jock strap down to his ankles, stepped out of it and sat down on the table in front of me. He threw one leg over my shoulder and to the other side of the table so that I had a perfect view of his crotch. His dick was absolutely ripe. He hadn’t been joking when he told me that he had a 10” dick. It was at least 10 inches. On top of that it was almost as thick as a beer can. The head of his dick was enormous, absolutely mammoth. The glands on his dickhead stuck almost an inch away from the body of his dick. He wiggled his ass up to the edge of the table so that his balls could hang down freely. They easily hung down 9 inches from his dick. I was staring at 19” of crotch from top to bottom. I pushed my seat back away from the table to get a better angle for sucking. I was so excited that I didn’t even realize that my dick was rock hard and that he could just look down and realize that I was as excited as he was. He pointed it out to me before I got a chance to start sucking. “Looks like you’re as eager to suck my dick as I am to get sucked” he said. What do you mean I asked. He just pointed down to my Woodrow and smiled. I turned crimson red all over again and hung my head in shame. He grabbed the back of my neck and started rubbing the nape of it. “It’s all yours bud. For a full two minutes. Enjoy yourself.” He slowly pushed my face towards his big cock. I started by licking his dick up one side and down the other. Really coating it up with my spit. Then I concentrated on his big head. It was about an inch and a half long. I twirled my tongue all over that dickhead, around the sides and especially up under. He moaned when I started licking the underside of his dickhead. I liked the sound of that moan. “Take my dick in your mouth” he said. I opened my mouth as far as it would stretch and took the head into my mouth. I could barely get the head into my mouth he was so damned big. It was a very snug fit and my mouth was stretched to the absolute max. What a thick dick this guy had. He moaned even louder. I kept tonguing his head and then went down on him as far as I could go, about 5 inches. I bobbed up and down on his dick for a while. Lance’s breathing was getting louder and more labored. He was really getting into having another guy suck on his big dick. “Do you think you can take it all in, bud” he asked. I shook my head, his dick still in my mouth. “Come on guy, try and take the whole thing in.” I came off of his dick, looked up at him and told him that I’d do the best that I could but that it probably wasn’t going to happen. “Just take in as much as you can dude” he said. I took a deep breath and dove down on his big dick again. He moaned again. I could feel his dickhead against the back of my throat and tried to push myself down on him farther but couldn’t. All I could do was gag. I took his dick out of my mouth, took a deep breath and tried it again. Again, just gagging. He was rubbing his hands gently against the back of my head, rubbing my hair very sensuously. I liked the feel of his hands rubbing my hair. I tried 3 more times and still couldn’t get his dick to go into my throat. He was just too fucking big. I came off of him and told him that it looked like a no-go. He said to try one more time. My mouth felt like it had been on a stretcher. My jaw was aching. But I dove down on his manhood once more. I could feel the head of his dick rammed against the back of my mouth. He was grinding his ass up off of the table and into my mouth, trying to force his dick into my throat. I could feel the pressure building against my throat and then suddenly I felt a popping noise inside my throat. He heard it too and took his hands and shoved my head down onto his stiff dick. My throat noisily opened up and suddenly I had my lips against the base of his dick. The remaining 5 inches of his dick had slid into my aching throat on one fell swoop. His pubes were tickling my nose. I was in shock. He let out a huge moan and said “I don’t fucking believe it. You’ve got all 10 inches in your mouth and down your throat. I don’t fucking believe it. No one’s ever been able to deep throat my big dick and take it all in.” I couldn’t fucking believe it either. It only took a couple of seconds before my throat started to revolt and convulse. I was like a snake with its jaw unhinged. My mouth was stretched beyond belief and I had 5 inches of thick dick in my throat. My throat started to try and get rid of the invasive intruder. I could feel my throat muscles constricting and tightening, trying to push out his big dick. He went fucking nuts. “Oh, fuck, oh fuck, that’s it, work that throat on my big dick. That feels fucking fantastic. Keep doing that. Fucking great.” Believe me, I wasn’t doing it intentionally. I started to gag and thought that I was going to pass out from a lack of oxygen. I pulled my face off of his crotch and pulled his dick out of my mouth. “Your two minutes are up dude” I said. We both sat there stunned in disbelief that I was able to take his entire monster into my mouth. He told me that it was the best head he’d ever had, from either a guy or a girl. I asked him how many other guys had given him head and he said just one, in high school. On top of that Barbara had quit giving him head the day after they got married. He hadn’t had a blow job in 5 years. He begged me to take his dick back into my mouth and get his rocks off but I refused. I told him he’d have to win that prize in poker. He grinned really big and said “fucking A”. He walked back to his seat not bothering to put his strap back on. Damn what a hunk and what I beautiful ass I thought. I asked him if the stakes were the same and he surprised me with a “Hell no”. I asked him what my bet was going to be since his was going to be the same. “Well” he stammered, looking quite embarrassed, “I’ve always wanted to stick the head of my dick in another guy’s butt because I’ve heard that it’s the tightest thing in the world.” My jaw hit the floor. He actually wanted to stick his dickhead up my butt. What a fag I thought. Granted I sucked dick, but I’d never been fucked before, nor had I ever given being butt-fucked a second thought. He asked me if I’d ever had a guy stick his dick up my ass and I told him truthfully, “fuck no”. I was really scared because I knew that his dick was huge and being a virgin and all that he’d probably tear my ass into two pieces if he rammed that big head into my backside. At the same time though, as I really gave it some serious thought, I was really curious to see what it would be like to have a dickhead in my ass. I pondered it for a long while. He was watching me, quizzically, with a question mark written all over his face. I thought about it some more. He looked more and more embarrassed the longer I pondered the idea. Like he was ashamed of his homosexual desires of butt-fucking another man. He finally broke the silence and said please to let him do it and that he’d only keep his head in my butthole for 30 seconds, no more. I finally decided to accept the bet and he looked really relieved. I told him though that he’d have to win the next hand though. If he didn’t, he was lake bound. Secretly, I really wanted to win this hand. I just didn’t want to go through with this particular bet. I’d just have to win and then maybe suck his dick until he came down my throat. I dealt. I was really nervous and my hands were shaking. So were his I noticed. I drew 3 eights and some bull shit. I threw away the bull shit and kept the eights. I drew a pair of fours. Great, I thought, I had him beat with a full house. He said he was going to stick with the five cards that I’d dealt him. I thought that he probably had a straight or a flush and that wasn’t going to win this hand. I proudly laid my full house out on the table and he was floored. His mouth dropped open when he saw it. Then he said “I can’t believe after a night of shit cards that we’d have two great hands at the same time”. I got scared. He smiled and laid down 4 tens. I was stunned, absolutely stunned. He looked up at me really seriously and told me to take my shoes off. I’d forgotten that I still had on my tennis shoes. What a sight I was. Stark naked, with a raging hard-on, tennis shoes and no socks. He pushed his chair away from the table and stood up. His dick looked even bigger than it had two minutes prior. I gasped openly at the sight of his big fat dick. He looked at me, winked at me and then stroked his big dick a couple of times. He told me that he’d heard that the best position for this would be for me to be on my back with my legs up in the air. He said “climb up on the table and lay on your back”. I took my shoes off, climbed up onto the table and sat down on it. Surprisingly, my dick was as hard as a rock. Again I was embarrassed to think that he was looking at me, his dick as big as shit, mine not nearly as big, knowing that he was going to stick his dick up my ass and that I was excited enough about the situation to have a huge hard-on. Like I wanted to have his huge pecker inserted into my rectum. I looked at him and begged him not to stick his head in my ass, that I’d suck him all night if that’s what it took. He grunted that I’d lost the bet and that his head was indeed going into my tight virgin asshole. I told him that there was no way that I was going to let him ride me without any lube on his dick. Good, I thought, there’s no lube and I’m sure he forgot to pack any. To my surprise, he went over to the cabinet and pulled out the bottle of Crisco Oil that we’d brought with us for frying fish. “Look, lube for both of us” he said. He opened up the bottle and poured a hefty amount of oil onto his dickhead and then rubbed the excess oil all over his head and the rest of his dick. He just stroked himself for a good 30 seconds while I looked on. What a fucking hunk. What a huge fucking dick. Well at least he was greased up I thought. If he’d tried to stick his dick up my butt un-greased I really would have been split into numerous pieces. To be continued……………………………..