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Mr 10 1/2 Inches This story is the property of sinbad1@usa.net - Please do not post to the net without my e-mail reference. For Sinbad Adventures, why not also visit - "Sinbad's House" (it's a free site with something new every month). Mr 10 1/2 Inches comes from the April 98 edition. http://www.dreamlands.net/freepage/sinbadshouse /index.html Chapter One I met Maurice through the personal page of the local newspaper, he had responded to my advert for a strong, muscular guy without inhibitions. His letter of response was very short and straight to the point, for some reason it really appealed to me. It read: Hi my name's Maurice. I'm 38, tall, green eyed and dark haired. I'm heavily into body building and enjoy most things, especially when it involves the outdoors. I'm looking to meet someone with similar interests to myself who is down to earth and can be my equal both spiritually and emotionally. If you are searching for more than a quick fuck, then give me a call and lets talk. I phoned him that night and we talked for ages. Maurice and I seemed to be very similar; we were both professionally employed, came from European backgrounds and held similar interests and views. We Were both searching for the same thing, a hard-bodied man who could be friend and lover but more importantly, someone who would stick around after the first fuck. We got along so well, that Maurice suggested we meet in person the following evening. He gave me his address and I'd arrive the following evening at around 7.30 PM. Chapter Two As I drove to the rendezvous, I couldn't help thinking about what lay ahead. My mind began to wonder and soon it began to fill with images of two hunky guys getting it off together. Each guy prepared to satisfy the others sexual desire without fear, guilt or shame. My cock, which had been pre-bound in my favorite cock ring, began to stir within my jeans. I massaged the cock head whilst I drove ...god it felt good. The address Maurice had given me was in one of the up market suburbs which lined the river foreshore. Locating the correct street and house number wasn't all that difficult, as No 42 was a huge two storey mansion built in Federation style. The house was flooded in a sea of lights and a large black BMW sat parked in the driveway. I stared at the vision, wondered whether this was truly the correct house ...there was only one way of finding out. I parked my red Celica behind the BMW and began to walk towards the front door. As I did, I could feel my semi-hard cock straining against the fabric of my jeans. I could have stopped to rearrange the bulge but decided against it. A little advertising wasn't going to hurt anyone, even if this turned out to be the wrong address. Chapter Three The door was answered by a tall guy in his late thirties. He wore dark satin boxer shorts and a white shirt that was undone to the waist. He had a massive chest and thighs like tree stumps, the sight mesmerized me. He gave me a friendly smile and moved his hand out towards me. "Hello Anthony." he said. "I'm Maurice, I see that you made it okay." I returned his smile and shook his hand. "It's nice to meet you Maurice." "For a moment, I wasn't certain whether I had the correct address." He invited me in and whilst he closed the front door, I took a long, hard look at his body. He was at least 50 kilos heavier than me and probably six foot 2 or 3. Even though I was a big boy, the sight of the stud made me a little self-conscious of my own hard body and size. Maurice turned to face me one more and in the process, he caught me admiring his body. He smiled and moved his right hand to his chest. Slowly he pummeled the flesh between his fingers. "Do you like what you see," he asked. I said, "of course, how could I not like the sight of a hard, tanned body, especially when it's so large." Maurice moved towards me and placed his lips upon mine. His hard tongue probed the warm, moist interior of my mouth, whilst his right hand dropped to my crotch. He cupped the hardened form of my cock and genteelly massaged the area. "Do you greeted all strangers so invitingly?" I asked. Maurice laughed and said. "Only when they're hot." Chapter Four Maurice directed me towards the interior of the house and told me to take a seat. He got two beers from the fridge and then sat down on the couch beside me. At first our conversation was about general things but it very quickly turned to the topic of sex. Maurice wanted to know why I had advertised for a partner ...I decided to tell him the truth. "It's very simple", I said. "I'm sick of meeting losers, I want to meet a guy who can be my equal not my door mat. I want a guy I can talk to, laugh with and when the mood strikes, suck and fuck without feeling guilty or having to hold back." "I'm tired of attracting guys who want my muscles, I need more." "Now let me ask you a question Maurice, why did you respond to my advert?" "Maybe it's because I feel a little the same way," he said. "Something in your advert struck a chord within me, it made me think about what I wanted out of life." "Since I had nothing to loose, I decided to drop you a line. I hope you are not disappointed." It was now my turn to laugh. "No, I'm not disappointed but maybe you are," I said. "Maurice you're heaps bigger than me, aren't you looking for someone larger." "I'm only five foot eight." Maurice smiled and said No. "You're more than large enough for me." "You have all the lumps and bumps I need." At this, Maurice leaned towards and placed his hand on my chest, squeezing my pecs and making my nipples harden. His mouth came to mine and we began to kiss. As our tongues moved in and out of each other's mouths, we massaged each other's flesh and caused each other's muscle to contract and harden. Slowly, Maurice removed my T-shirt and began to bite my chest. He moved from one nipple to the other, over and over again before slowly proceeding to work his way down my torso until he reached my abdominals. He sucked and licked the individual channels forcing me to tense the area more and more. Then momentarily, he abandoned his attack to stare at the rippled surface. His right hand moved to the surface and he began to massaged the channels whilst his left hand went to his own abdominal wall. It was as if Maurice was comparing the two. He'd soon had his fill and he returned his mouth to my waist to continue his attack. His heavy chest rested upon my crotch causing my cock swelled further against the hard surface. I felt Maurice's hand move to my cock and slowly he massage the hard shaft so that its outline could be seen within my jeans. "You sure have one big dick crammed into these tight jeans," he said. "How big is this monster you have for me". I smiled. "Why don't you release him from his cage and introduce yourself." "I'm certain that cock will be glad to meet you". Chapter Five Maurice moved his hands to the fly and undid each of the buttons before peeling apart the flaps to reveal my rock hard cock which was packed tightly within my white jockey shorts. He moved his hand to the shaft and tenderly stroked the length of my rod through the fabric of my underwear. Instinctively, he moved his mouth to my crotch. He began to work my shaft through the fabric of my underwear, sucking on the head and then working his way along the shaft. Over and over again, Maurice worked his mouth up and down the length of my cock, slowly turning my underwear into a wet soggy mess. He urged my cock to become harder and larger. Then suddenly he stopped and Maurice began to remove first my shoes, followed by my socks and then finally my jeans. I lay almost naked before him wearing only my soggy, white jockey shorts. He stared at the vision whilst he removed his shirt. "Anthony, you may be short but you're certainly not small." "You have enough muscle packed onto your body for two men and this cock of yours is huge." Maurice reached for the elastic waistband of my shorts. He eased the fabric away from my hardened cock and then wrapped his muscular hand around the shaft. He slowly wanked the tool, watching the head twitch with pleasure at his up and down movements. Soon the pre-cum began to flow and Maurice knew that my cock had grown to its full size. He moved his mouth to my tool and placed the purple head within his lips. As he sucked on the tip, his tongue circled the crown savoring the taste of my pre-cum juices. He worked the head repeatedly until it was total covered in his saliva and then, without any warning, he impaled the shaft deep into his throat. I was amazed at the ease with which he engulfed the full eight inches of my cock. Maurice gave no hint of fear or hesitation, he merely opened his mouth wide and rammed the entire shaft as far as it could go. He rose and fell repeatedly upon the shaft using both his throat and lips to massage my rod. The blow job was unbelievable; it was the best I'd experienced in a long, long time. After a few minutes, I told Maurice to slow down as he was getting me too excited but he refused. He mumbled something which sounded like 'no way' and simply increased the speed of his strokes. The cock head went deeper and deeper as Maurice continued to milk the shaft over and over again. He seemed not to care that he had eight inches of solid cock rammed deep into his throat. The pleasure was becoming unbearable, I was finding it more and more difficult to resist the urge to cum. I could have attempted to fight the urge within me but decided against it. If Maurice really wanted to deep throat my cock, then I'd let him have his way. I placed my hands on the back of his head and slowly began to fuck his mouth with long, deep strokes. As my cock moved in and out, my low hanging balls kept hitting Maurice on the chin. I thought that the rough treatment would cause him to gag and end the foreplay but Maurice merely became more excited. I was soon at the point of no return. I gave one final thrust forward and let out a stream of hot cum which filling Maurice's throat cavity. He happily swallowed my entire load and then returned to his task of working my cock over. Maurice seemed unable to get enough of my dick; he repeatedly rose and fell upon the shaft as if I was yet to cum. Eventually, the only way to extract my cock from his hungry mouth was through the use of physical force. Chapter Six I forced Maurice to lie flat on the couch and then I lay directly on top of him. As our lips touched and our mouths opened, I could smell my hot cum upon his breath. I hungrily thrust my tongue within his open mouth and lapped up the tiny specks of cum which had been left behind. My hands slowly began to explore his body and edged their way towards Maurice's shorts and the bulge that lay within ...but before my hand could reach the mound, Maurice grabbed my right hand and told me to wait a moment. "Before you go any further, I think there is something you should know." He said. Maurice extracted himself from beneath me and stood a few paces away from me. His right hand began to play with his nipples whist his left hand reached for the leg of his boxer shorts. Slowly, he moved the fabric away from his crotch and he gave me a good view of his inner thigh before continuing the movement of the fabric and showing me first his low hanging balls and then finally his cock. The moment I saw the shaft, I understood the nature of the surprise. His cock was monstrous. Even in its semi-hardened state, it was already some nine inches long and at least two inches thick. Maurice ran his hand up and down the shaft and watched my reaction; "Do you think you can handle my friend here." he said. I was momentarily speechless. "Why didn't you tell me sooner that you had such a humongous cock," I asked. "Well, I wanted to see your reaction, plus I wasn't certain that you were worthy of having my big dick." As my hand reached out to caress the monster cock, Maurice removed his shorts and stepped towards me. He placed the thick shaft within my hand and told me to hold his cock and feel its strength. My fingers tightened around the shaft and I immediately began to feel it pulse and grow larger. Chapter Seven I guided my mouth towards the large cock head and lubricated the crown with my tongue before encircling it in my lips. It grew larger and larger. I gradually became more accustomed to the monster cock and urged it to slide further and further into my mouth. The fit was incredibly tight but I wanted every inch of the foot long shaft within me. As I rose and fell repeatedly upon the rod, Maurice aided me in my quest by thrusting his hips forward to meet each of my downward strokes. Maurice told me to relax and to stop trying to be a hero. "Anthony, I don't expect you to swallow the entire shaft. It takes lots and lots of practice to swallow 10 1/2 inches of hard cock not to mention patients. Just lean back and relax." I followed his instructions and Maurice took complete control. He pounded his magnificent tool rhythmically into my mouth and forced the crown to sink further and further into my throat. He was master of his cock and knew exactly how to get the most out of it and me. Soon he was pounding a good length of his cock deep into my throat cavity. Maurice worked the monster shaft in and out of me repeatedly, I was in heaven. Then I felt the rod begin to pulse and I was certain that Maurice would soon drown me in a sea of hot, sticky cum. But unexpectedly, he withdrew from my mouth and looked straight into my face. "Sorry lover, not this time, this first load's for your arse." "You're going to need all the lubrication you can get to handle this big dick of mine." Chapter Eight Maurice knelt on the floor between my legs and eased my butt off the lounge. He wet the entire area with his mouth and began to probe me with his hard tongue. As I became more and more relaxed, he brought the fingers of both hands to my hole and began to finger fuck my arse. First with two fingers from each hand and then with three. The treatment was a little rough but I liked it, I told Maurice not to stop. Once I had become really wet and loose, Maurice brought the head of his huge cock to my hole and slowly began to tease the entrance with the tip. Little by little, he eased the head inside me and began to rock back and forth so that the lubricated head slowly penetrated my hole, deeper and deeper. The shaft sank further and further into my wetness and I could truly feel my tight hole being expanded by the huge cock. The more Maurice worked my arse with his huge cock, the more I wanted to impale myself completely upon the humongous rod. I move in time with Maurice's strokes and caused him to sink further and further into me. I felt as though I was being split in two but I urged Maurice to fuck me harder and deeper, which he did. As I gradually relaxed, Maurice increased the speed of his strokes so that he began to probe me really deep and hard. He was hitting places within my arse that had never been probed before. The friction created by the tight fit was incredible. He pounded my tight hole, over and over again. I was in love. Maurice began to breathe more heavily and his movements became more forceful. I gathered that he was close to loosing his load so I wrapped my legs around his waist and urged him on. He understood the invitation and increased the tempo of his thrusts. Soon the huge shaft began to pulse and ribbons of hot sticky cum were being sprayed deep inside my tight hole. The hot liquid reduced the friction and gave me temporary relief as Maurice continued to pound me deep and forcefully. It soon became obvious that Maurice intended to fuck me until he reached a second climax. I told him to go for it and he did. The longer he fucked me the wetter I became. Each inward thrust of his cock caused more of cum already within me to seep from my arse. Our thighs and groins became covered in the sticky liquid. Eventually, after some ten minutes of constant fucking, Maurice was ready to deliver a second load. He asked if I wanted it in my arse or my mouth. Truthfully, I knew it should have gone in my arse to relieve the rawness caused by the large cock but I desperately wanted to taste my lover's load, so I told him to put it in my mouth. Maurice quickly removed his shaft from my arse and slipped the crown into my waiting mouth. He exploded instantaneously and I hungrily drank the sweet nectar. Maurice collapsed on top of me and we held each other in our arms. I felt extremely happy and kissed him deeply and passionately. To anyone thinking of placing a personal advert in the paper, I can thoroughly recommend the experience. You never know whom you might meet or the surprises you may find. This story is the property of sinbad1@usa.net - Please do not post this story to the net without my e-mail reference.