My First Monster Cock

I initially met Marty at his house the night I came to pick up his sister for our first date. In the old time tradition I arrived at the house and had to meet my date’s parents and in this case her three siblings. My date was a very cute girl with light brown hair, big brown eyes and a glowing smile, not to mention a very foxy shape. She met me at the door and said, “Hi! Come on in and let me introduce you to my family.” Now as a typical nervous 18 year old I sort of stumbled into the door and followed my girl friend to the living room, where her father was watching television and her mother was doing a crossword puzzle. She announced, “Mom; Dad; Jeff is here and I’d like you to meet him.”

I walked over to the chair where her mom was sitting and introduced myself and put out my hand to shake. Her mom barely glanced up from her crossword puzzle and said, “Oh, Hi”, but never did she release either hand from grasping the book and pencil. My girl then motioned me to go with her to where her father was sitting watching TV and said, “Dad, this is Jeff and we’re going to the movies tonight.” Her dad stood up and extended his hand, mouthing the words, “Hi Jeff nice to meet you, I’m Dave!” I responded, “Hi Mr. C…” when he cut me off and said, “Dave, call me Dave.” I completed my salutation, “Hi Dave it’s nice to meet you too.” Anxiously I suggested that we should leave so that we would not be late for the movie, but my girl exclaimed, “Oh no I want to have you meet my brothers and my sister too. With that she shouted up the staircase, “Dave, Marty, Shelia, come on down I want you to meet Jeff?”

Like thunder the footsteps began to rumble down the staircase with Sheila coming first, jumping the last three steps and landing with a bound right at our feet. Sheila was about five years younger than my girl, but she had nowhere near the potential to be as beautiful as her sister. We were introduced and exchanged greetings. Next came the older brother Dave. Now Dave, the dad, was a big man, about 6’2” and well built but sporting a bit of an old age beer belly, but none the less an imposing figure. Dave the son on the other hand was just as tall but extremely skinny. Like Sheila and his mom he had dark, black hair.

The last one down the stairs, pushing his brother from behind was Marty. Marty was at least as tall as his brother and dad but he had dark blond hair like his dad and was much more “filled out” than Dave. I was quickly introduced to both boys and learned that Dave was 20 and Marty was about to turn 18 in two days. While we were chatting, both boys seemed quite warm and friendly with Marty flashing the cutest smile, much like the smile of my date. Jokingly, or so I thought, Dave said, “So another boyfriend, that’s five this month.” My girl just smiled and snuggled next to me holding my bicep. I came to her defense only to find out that indeed I was the fifth boyfriend of the month. But what the hell she was beautiful and she was mine tonight.

As we prepared to leave Marty shouted out, “Hey, Jeff, why not come back to the house after your date and we can all play cards.” I replied, “Sure”, and we were on our way. Later that night, after a movie and a burger, we went back to the house and played cards until almost three in the morning. I really hit it off with this family, like I had been a part of it all my life. I went to Marty’s birthday celebration, which was at a bar since the drinking age then was eighteen, and while his sister and I stopped dating after a few times, I still spent more time at their house than I did at mine. Marty, Dave and I became good friends and these guys had a network of other friends that numbered in the thirties, who would come, sometimes all at once, to the house to hang out.

About seven months later, Marty mentioned that a band that we both really liked was going to be playing in Boston, and suggested that we buy tickets and go. I said, “Yeah let’s do it!” “I’ll drive but we’ve gotta stay overnight, because I’m not gonna drive while I’m wasted.” We bought the tickets and then booked a night at a bargain price motel in the city. After the concert, we were stoned and drunk, but made our way back to the motel.

We had some cold beer, some left over pizza and some more weed and with a couple of nice soft beds we were ready to crash. As we ate and drank and smoked we also talked and talked and talked. Somewhere along the line the topic of my dating Marty’s sister came up and we laughed about me being one of the many, many guys she had dated in a matter of a few months. Then Marty walked over to my bed and sat on the side, looked me in the eyes with that warm smile on his face and said, “Jeff, did you ever fuck my sister?” I laughed and replied, “What do you think I’m that far gone that I would tell you if I fucked your sister.” He got a real serious look on his face, put his hand on my thigh, looked piercingly at me and proclaimed, “I don’t want to know because it would make me mad, I want to know because it makes me horny to think about it.” I said, “It makes you horny to think about your sister fucking?” And he answered in a deep and very sexy voice, “No, it makes me horny thinking about YOU fucking my sister, and more about you and how you look naked.” With that, he moved his hand from my thigh and over the front of my jeans.

Now, I must confess that I have always been bi but completely fronted as 100% straight. And, I must also confess that the first time I set eyes on Marty, something inside me started to ignite. But I had never pursued the thought of doing anything about it. Marty looked at me longingly with his beautiful brown eyes but said nothing. When he saw that I didn’t object to the placement of his hand on my crotch, he took the full gamble and climbed on the bed next to me and began to softly rub my chest though my jersey. It might have been the beer, or the pot, but something was happening and I wanted it to continue. I reached down and took his hand from my chest and brought it to my lips to place a warm and gentle kiss upon his palm. And then it happened, Marty braced himself on one arm, placed his other arm near my head and leaned in to place the warmest, softest kiss upon my lips that I had ever experienced. Simultaneously we opened our mouths, unleashed our tongues and engaged in a long and beautiful series of kisses
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Marty raised his head and softly spoke, “I want, I need to see you naked. Can I undress you?” Mesmerized by his warm kiss I could do nothing but nod my head in the affirmative, whereupon he gently tugged at my jersey until he had raised it over my head and off my now very sensitive body. He lowered his head again and we entwined our tongues in an ageless dance of passionate kissing and love sharing. He moved his mouth from mine and began to kiss my neck, my earlobes my chest. When he reached a nipple and surrounded it with his hot mouth I thought I would jump out of my skin, then when he licked it and suckled it with his tongue I moaned and squirmed with excitement. And, when he had driven me almost to the point of insanity, he stopped. Looking up at me he said, “Do you like that?” Knowing full well what the answer was, he smiled and then proceeded to accomplish his task. In one swift move he was sitting between my legs and was loosening the buckle of my belt. Next he unfastened the button of the jeans, took the zipper pull and slowly lowered my zipper. Needless to say I was rigid and had been for some time. He smiled when he saw my state of arousal but continued to remove my jeans. Just as quickly as before, he returned to his position between my legs and began to lower my boxer briefs until he had completely revealed my rock hard penis, dripping with an ample amount of pre-cum. He never touched my body in the process as he slowly removed my underwear.

As I lay naked on the bed he walked along the side, took his middle finger and spread the pre-cum around the head of my dick making it throb from the touch. He then lay back on the bed beside me, facing me, kissing me and gently stroking my dick, which was engulfed in his huge hand. I was going insane with excitement or at least it seemed that way. He retracted his head from mine and softly spoke, “Would you like to see me naked too?” I thought to myself, “What a stupid question?” “OF COURSE I would love to see him naked” “I’ve always hoped that would happen.” But, I was a little devilish at the time and said, “I guess so, if you want.” He saw right through me and laughed. I reached for his shirt but to my surprise he jumped from the bed and said, “No, No! I want to strip for you and watch you watch me. “Now who is the devil”, I thought.

Marty stepped to the side of the bed and slowly and teasingly removed his shirt. He then unbuckled his belt, unfastened his jeans and all at once dropped them to the floor. There he stood in just his boxers, with a boner that looked incredibly huge stretching the fabric. He slowly lowered his boxers revealing the largest dick I had ever seen or even imagined could exist. There is only so much a guy can take and I jumped from the bed and grabbed him and pulled him back onto the bed. I pushed him onto his back and proceeded to admire his body. It was toned and smooth, but I already knew that since I had seen him with his shirt off on numerous occasions. But that dick, it had to be ten or eleven inches, with a nice thickness and even erect you could see that he was uncircumcised.
With gentle hands, lips and tongue I began to savor the smooth surface and delicious, salty taste of his of his neck, shoulders and chest, while at the same time wrapping my left hand around his swollen shaft, slowly stroking its massive length. Marty moaned with pleasure as he writhed under my touch. I worked my way to his navel, teasing, tasting, and tantalizing my newfound treasure. Using the tip of my moist tongue I tickled my way to the border of his light brown pubic hair, burying my chin in the prickly mass, my left hand still holding its prize, erect and tall, straight out from his body. I was sexually and emotionally excited beyond my wildest dreams.

Suddenly, with no warning, I eased myself up the length of Marty’s body until our rigid cocks were pressed against each other; mine seemingly like a dwarf next to his mountain of manhood. Marty’s eyes revealed that he too had long ago crossed the barrier of self restraint as I feathered his lips with a soft kiss before plunging my hot and wild tongue deep into his mouth. When we unlocked our lips, I heard the faint whimper as Marty mouthed, “Jeff? Would you suck my dick? Please? I really want to feel you sucking me.” Again I kissed him passionately and then kissed my way down his body until I met my target.
Using my extended tongue I licked the very moist head of his massive cock and he convulsed instinctively to the hot touch of my tongue. Without hesitation I placed his throbbing head into my mouth and began the slow journey down his shaft, all the while using my tongue and lips to manipulate this exotic moment. I wanted to engulf every last inch of this beautiful man, my friend and now, quite unexpectedly, my lover. But my physical limitations overmatched my desires and I left about three inches of this prime product unsheathed by my hot mouth. Using my tongue to stroke and my head to bob I pleasured Marty to the maximum. He moaned loudly and often as he rocked on the bed beneath the assault of my aggressive mouth. Then I heard Marty say, “Jeff, I’m gonna cum!” and I locked on my target with more fervor. Marty excitedly moaned, “Jeff, take it out or I’m gonna cum in your mouth. I’m ready to explode. Take it o…” Instantly, Marty stiffened, his cock became even more rigid and began to spurt hot cum down the back of my throat. A volume of cum I could never imagine, firing, once, twice, three times (I think I counted eleven). So much cum that my throat was overwhelmed with a mix of hot, gooey, thick, sweet and salty seamen and sperm and I was forced to gag two of three times while drinking every drop of Marty’s nectar.

Marty lay panting heavily on the bed as his penis slowly began to loose it’s rigidity inside my mouth. When at last I had finished enjoying my feast I raised myself above Marty and then lowered my body onto him and kissed him lovingly. He said, “Why didn’t you stop before I came?” “I tried to warn you.” I smiled and replied, “Did you enjoy it?” “Hell yea! It was the best feeling I ever had!” “But you got my cum in your mouth AND you swallowed it too! Isn’t that gross?” “Quite the contrary”, I assured him, “It was beautiful!” “I loved it!” Then I kissed him again.

Marty reached down and took hold of my dick and began to masturbate me and I lay back to enjoy this added bonus. It took only minutes for my cock to spew a healthy load of cum all over my chest, and Marty’s hand. When he finished he turned to me and said thanks and we drifted off to sleep.

It had been a magical night beyond my wildest imagination. But, it was, as I would find out, only the beginning. What happened in the future will be fodder for another chapter at another time.

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