Speed Humps Ahead

The big kid never did throw what I would call a blue steel hard throbber of an erection, but I suspect that most guys who are hung the way he is seldom if ever achieve maximum hardness like normally hung studs are able to do routinely. He did get hard enough to accomplish the mission at hand and elevated the angle of his dangle, which required me to get off my ass and on my feet to finish sucking him off. I found a technique that seemed to help chase this kid over the edge. I started to rub my finger over the nub of the base of his cock (what I sometimes like to refer to as the “Tain’t”; as in tain’t cock but tain’t asshole either). I knew that a lot of men get off and having that erogenous area of their body massaged during sex because there tends to be a lot of very sensitive nerve endings down there. That treatment definitely got my boy panting pretty hot and heavy. Occasionally, I’d let my finger tip slip just a bit further off that little nub and tease the entrance to the kids butt hole. I never penetrated or even actually touched his anus, but the tease and the threat was clearly evident. I could feel that kid’s climax approaching like a freight train and I hopped on like I was some kind of Depression Era Hobo. I drove the top 8 or 9 inches of that boy’s cock between my lips and down my throat and I twisted it around in my mouth as I sucked him hard. At the same time, I had my hand wrapped firmly around the base of his dick and was stroking the remaining part of that long shaft that I couldn’t fit into my mouth. That young stud managed to drain a pretty big load form his heavy, low hanging nuts. I’d be a little reluctant to say that he “shot” his big load into my mouth and down my throat, but it wouldn’t be fair to call him an “oozer” either. He was probably a pretty good shooter but his sweet creamy load was very thick and having to shoot it so far up the length of that huge penis had to have made it lose a little velocity by the time it escaped his big ol’ cum slit. Let’s call it a low velocity round that he shot.

I felt like I was really on a roll after those last two boys, kind of a mutt and Jeff pair that they were and the kid who came next was another one of my favorites. Now keep in mind that I really didn’t know anything about any of these boys. I’d never laid eyes on any of them before they were paraded around the room and I’d been given no bio or story of any kind about them individually or as a group. Still, I couldn’t help but picture the next lad a gymnast. At 5 foot 9 inches he wasn’t really tall like some of the other guys but he was significantly taller than the two little guys in the group. Did I mention yet that he was built like a “brick shit house”? This kid was probably the most muscular guy in the room; not in that body builder sense but in very well developed sense that had tone, definition and strength without being absolutely huge. If he didn’t have the best abs of the bunch, he certainly gave that quarterback type a good run for his money and nobody else even came close to the two of them in that area. Since that day I have had flashback fantasies that include having that boy to the Thomas Flair while sitting astride my cock and him straining to hold the iron cross position on the rings while I bring him to climax orally. His hair was brown . . . well, somewhere between light brown and dark blonde depending on how the light hit it at any given moment. He wore it a little long; just enough to cover his ears and hang about an inch below them and cover the back of the collar which he wasn’t wearing at the time. He was yet another stud with very hot, green eyes that looked like they might almost glow in the dark. I loved his high cheek bones and the other angular features on his handsome face.

His skin was fairly dark; well tanned, and you could tell that he wasn’t naturally swarthy as the other kid with a similar skin tone had been because there was a very distinct band of bright white showing around his middle where he wore trunks or boxer briefs when he worked on his deep tan. That stark contrast in white really highlighted what might have arguably been the sexiest ass of the bunch. It didn’t quite have that perfect “bubble” quality to it that the shortest young man in the group possessed but this bonafide stud had a bigger and more muscular ass that was just to die for and I’d hate to have had to choose between the two of them and leave either of them out in the cold. It was well rounded and kind of “bubblish” in it’s own right. My gymnast was very smooth except for his brown pubes, some very sexy deep pits that were lined with just enough hair to be a dream come true and a thin little trail that ran down his abs from a very sexy little “outie” to the top of his bush.

The kid had a man sized dick on him. It was no where near the monstrous proportions of the basketball player that had just gone before him, but it was a beautiful, large, uncut piece of prime, Grade A beef. You’d maybe not recognize that he was uncut as he appeared standing there before me, but I had observed him standing in line earlier as he was stroking his cock more than anyone else in line and still had a bit of foreskin covering that big pink head of his big cock. For those of you who like dimensions, lets call it 9 inches. That boy’s cock was broad at the tip with a nice knobby head but it flared and widened constantly as you came closer to the base of it and there was no way that you could wrap your hand around the base of this kid’s fat poker. His was a cock that looked like it was made for drilling a hot, tight ass, although I doubt the cheerleader and Homecoming Queen types he had probably dated all through high school went in for that back door stuff and that made me want to wash my brain for even thinking about where that boy’s cock had probably been. Just a split second before I engulfed his big fuck stick in my mouth I noticed the glimmer of a shiny, silvery drop of precum that had leaked out of his cum slit to decorate the very tip of his cock head.

That sexy gymnast was hard a ready to rumble even before I touched him. He was not one of those passive types and he made it clear from the beginning that this wasn’t going to be one of those cases of me sucking his cock so much as it was going to be about him fucking my face! Almost immediately he had his hands on both sides of my head and was rapidly feeding his horizontal bar in and out of my mouth as I sucked as fast and hard as I could just to keep up with him. In that mode, I wasn’t able to take the entire length of his cock. His length alone would have been enough of a challenge but with the way it flared and thickened toward the base there was just no way that I could get my mouth to adjust and stretch quickly enough for him to push that fat fucker all the way down my gullet. This kid was smart as well as incredibly good looking (did I mention he was the other stud who wore glasses which he’d removed and sat beside us before he started drilling my mouth with his meat?) and he realized that the only hope he had of feeding me his whole cock was to slow down and give me time to work my way down his powerful shaft. He liked to pound his groin into my face and rapidly drive his cock in and out of my mouth and down my throat as far as he could until he would get close to coming. Then he would back off a bit and slowly, but insistently feed me that big studly rod of his which allowed me to take more of him that I’d been able to while he was tattooing my lips with that staccato fucking motion he had going earlier. I literally found myself inching my way slowly down this boys cock, straining to open both my mouth and my throat a little more each time as my lips crawled further along, inching their way ever closer to the incredibly thick base of that kid’s big boner. His eyes would open wider and I could hear a whistling from the sharp intake of breath between his pearly white teeth as he watched me get closer and closer to taking all of him. The first couple times, I came close but wasn’t quite able to swallow him whole before he returned to pummeling my face with that prodigious prick once again. I know he edged himself like that at least three times before he was done. I hadn’t worked so hard to get anyone off that night and none of the other lads had worked themselves into such a frothy lather by actively fucking their hips into my face with reckless abandon the way this guy had been doing. We were both drenched with sweat before we were through. It was about the fourth time my gymnast stud had slowed his fucking pace just before he passed that point of no return and we started our mutual dance down the length of his cock once again when I decided to grab a handful of ass in each hand and try to help ram him deeper inside of me. His butt cheeks were marbly hard and slick from sweat which made it hard for me to get a good grip so I just put my hand on his but and pulled him toward me as my mouth repeated its imitation of an inch worm crawling slowly toward his big cock root. With great effort and even more sweat I was finally able to feel the scratchy touch of his wiry pubic bush against my nose and finally my lips as I managed to impale myself completely on that mighty sword of a cock. I don’t know who was prouder of that accomplishment; me or that hot stud that was beaming with delight as my throat spasmed around the thick root of his big dick a couple times before he was forced to withdraw it enough to let me draw a breath. We repeated that complete invasion of my throat a couple more times just to prove to both of us that it really had happened and that we could repeat the accomplishment. I kept my hands on that boy’s rock hard ass as he once again picked up speed and gave me the benefit of driving the full length of his cock in and out of my mouth as rapidly as he could. He was driving in just short of forcing my nose into the edge of his pubes on his downward thrusts and he’d pull back until just the fleshy ridge at the back of his cock head touched the inner portion of my lips that were wrapped around his meat stick. He had his movements well measured considering the speed with which he was fucking my face. During that final bout of rapid fucking, he was showing signs of even greater exertion as he would punctuate each thrust into me with a grunt of “Unghh . . . Unghhh” every time his fuck motion would bottom out.

Suddenly and totally unexpected by me, that stud stopped his fucking like stopping a speeding race car on a dime. He just froze there for a couple seconds with his cock half in and half out of my mouth. My guess is that he had planned to try edging at least one more time but had cut it too close that time. His big meaty cock was just lying there on my tongue, and the first indication I got of what was coming was when that big, pronounced cum tube that ran the length of the underside of that studs big cock started to swell and pulse hard enough against my tongue to announce that his climax was imminent. I felt that big tube pulse 2 or 3 times as the cum started to shoot its way toward the tip. Realizing at the last possible second that he’d waited too long and wasn’t going to be able to stop the inevitable explosion this time, that sexy stud just rammed his cock back into my throat as far as he could and nutted all over my tonsils. I thought he was going to go on shooting forever and he finally withdrew his cock enough for me to catch my breath when he saw me starting to turn a little blue. That put his cock lying against my tongue again to enjoy the sensation of feeling the last of his huge load of jizz forcing it’s way through that big tube before it flew out of him with surprising force and volume considering how many volleys he’d already shot into me. It also allowed me to savor the taste of him; probably the sweetest tasting cum I had ever tasted. When he was finally finished convulsing and shooting into my mouth and onto my tongue, I was reluctant to let him go. I was still clutching those rock hard glutes and he seemed content to stay right where he was and let his cock slowly soften inside my warm, wet, mouth. When he did finally withdraw all the way he paused for a few seconds while I licked up all of the huge load of cum that was too much to swallow which had dripped down my chin and when that was done to the best of my ability I licked that boy’s still semi hard prick from stem to stern and took it back into my mouth one last time to swirl it around and make sure that I had him cleaned up properly before sadly sending him back to the back of the line.

Well, I hope you realize, as I do that nothing could have topped that last young man, and in fact none of the guys who followed him even came close. So I won’t bore you with the details of the last few hotties that made their deposit in me and earned their right to become Frat brothers in good standing.

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My flight didn’t leave until the next day, so I still had one more night as a gust in Scottie’s room and if you can believe it, after everything I had been through over the past several hours, I was looking forward to spending the night with him again. Should I even bother telling you which of the new brothers was invited (and accepted) Scotties invitation to join us for the night which counted as my first official threesome? I think most of you would be surprised and quite wrong if you tried to guess. Actually, that is another story and I may tell it sometime but I’m not sure if I will or not.

I hope you all enjoyed this story. I had some I had already written that I could have easily used to post my first story to this new site that I just joined yesterday instead of writing this feverishly for the last two days. This story was inspired by SCOTTIE (which may or may not be his real name). You see, Scottie is Straight . . . or at least he thinks he is. I have long been fascinated by how long some men can hold onto the illusion that they are still straight. I really don’t care one way or another how they choose the label themselves and I accept that we all have different definitions for Gay, Straight, and Bisexual. In my opinion, Scottie crossed that line during my two day visit and it’s inconceivable that he can still think of himself as Straight, a fact that I find more interesting than annoying and Scotties definition is the only one that really amounts to a hill of beans when it’s being applied to him. So here is to Scottie and all the other hot, “Straight” boys out there. Oh yeah . . . the reason I took the hard route and wrote a brand new story in two days to introduce myself to the group: “SCOTTIE” is a member. Don’t expect to find him listed under that moniker but if you come across a picture of the hottest guy in this group of members, chances are you might just be looking at “SCOTTIE”.

As far the title I chose that may seem strange to a lot of you; it seemed appropriate to me. I did get “humped” by an awful lot of straight studs in a very short time that night and it all happened at a lightening pace. I can’t help but think of the events of that night every time I take one particular route when I walk my six miles for exercise. It’s a sign in a residential neighborhood that announces, “SPEED HUMPS AHEAD”. The first time I saw it, I actually had to look it up to find out the difference between a “speed hump” and a “speed bump” but now I could care less because that sign means something totally different to me and it always will.

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