Exposed Men

“I just don’t believe it,” I said, chucking the magazine aside in disgust. “There’s no such thing as a twelve-inch dick.”

Warren leaned over and picked up the magazine, flipping to the centerfold. “Why do you say that? Just because you don’t have one?” He gave a low wolf whistle at the woman who was kneeling across the pages, spreading her cunt for the camera. My own cock had been pulsing pretty regularly since I’d laid eyes on that picture myself.

“The average dick is only a little over five inches long. It’d be a genetic aberration to have a twelve inch cock!” I said, reaching down and adjusting my own six-incher.

Warren shrugged at me and then dropped the magazine and stood up. He hooked his fingers in his shorts and pulled the down. My jaw dropped when I saw what he was packing between his legs. His prick was only half-hard and it was already a good eight inches long. “Trust me,” he said, reaching down to grab onto his sausage. He held it lightly between his fingers and wiggled it at me as it continued to swell. “There is such a thing as a twelve-inch dick.”

“Damn,” I murmured. Warren walked closer to me, holding his dick out towards me. When he was still standing a foot away from me, his cockhead brushed against my lips. “Okay, you’re right.”

“Good,” Warren said, looking down at me and smiling. “You want to taste it just to be sure?”

I opened my mouth and took his prick between my lips. Warren flexed his hips and pressed his cock forward, burying the shaft inside my mouth. I inhaled deeply, smelling the hot scent of his balls and feeling his warm prick lying on my tongue. When he moved forward again, feeding more of his prick into my mouth, I could feel the throbbing pole on my tongue and pushing back to my throat.

When I couldn’t take any more of his pole, I pressed my hands lightly against his hips, holding him steady. Warren relaxed and rested his hands lightly on my shoulders as he began to fuck my mouth. I slurped my way up and down his gigantic dick, pausing only to gasp for breath every once in a while before diving down his meat-stick again.

With Warren guiding the action, my hands were free to stroke my own cock, which I did happily. I loosened my button-fly and took my hard-on into my hands, moving both my fists up and down my shaft, which suddenly seemed a lot shorter than it had been before.

“You gonna swallow my cum?” Warren asked. I glanced up from my tasks to see that his chest was heaving with arousal and his eyes were closed.

I said nothing, just kept sucking and stroking my stick. To be honest, I really wanted to see what kind of load Warren’s tremendous cock and balls were going to deliver. I was hoping it would be as big as his equipment. Just imagining it, I felt my own nuts beginning to quiver, and soon I deposited a heavy load of spunk into my own palms. It ran out from between my fingers and dripped onto Warren’s calves.

His tool grew even more impressive inside my mouth, throbbing and pressing out against my lips as he got closer to coming. I was moving back and forth on his pole so quickly that his balls were jiggling against my chin. “Here it comes,” Warren groaned.I felt his cockhead swell one last time and then his jism was pouring down my throat at an incredible rate - streams of semen coming at me faster than I could swallow them.

Warren kept screwing my mouth, pressing his still-throbbing, still-hard cock over my tongue as his spunk dripped out of it. I swallowed and swallowed, and then when I had finally drained him, Warren pulled out, panting.

“Still don’t believe in twelve-inch cocks?” he asked me, smiling?

“I’m a believer now,” I said, wondering when I was going to get another chance at that prick.

“Damn this is boring,” George said to his partner Harvey. They were sitting in their squad car late at night. The streets were quiet, but there had been a rash of break-ins recently, and they had been assigned this beat to keep an eye on things. “I could use a blowjob and a good night’s sleep.”

“I’m with you there,” Harvey said, rubbing his crotch through his uniform and yawning. George glanced over to see Harvey still rubbing his cock. It was awakening slowly, stretching and growing under the blue serge of his trousers. George could see the outline of his partner’s cockhead clearly as it bulged against the zipper, and he licked his lips.

“Cut that out, you’re making me horny,” George said, reaching down and rubbing his own dick, which was already rock-hard after Harvey’s display.

“Don’t let me stop you,” Harvey said. He unzipped his pants and reached into his boxers, pulling out his stiff hard-on. It was about average length with a short, round head and a thick shaft. He worked his fist up and down the length, leaning his head back against the seat and sighing in pleasure. “Damn that feels good.”

George stared at his partner beating off for a minute, and then shrugged. He took out his own cock, about the same size but thinner, with a longer head, and stroked in unison with his buddy. The car rocked slightly as the officers beat their meat together, their fists flying up and down their cocks. Harvey’s cockhead was drooling thick strings of pre-cum which he paused to rub over his shaft, lubricating it for his fist.

“Unh!” George gasped as he came. He held his throbbing prick as his cum spurted high into the air, landing in streaks on the vinyl dashboard. When he was done, he squeezed his cockhead and licked the last few drops of jism off his fingers. Harvey picked up the pace and soon he was coming too, aiming his prick at his palm and catching the spray of spunk. He rubbed it all over his prick until his entire shaft was sticky, and then both men leaned back, recovering their breathing.

“Well that’ll pass the time,” Harvey chuckled, putting his prick back in his pants.

The next night, there was a slight air of tension in the car. Both of them were hoping to repeat last night’s performance, but neither one wanted to bring it up. Finally George took off his belt and chucked it in the backseat. “I’ve been hot as hell thinking about watching you jerk off last night. I’d love to see it again.”

He shifted slightly as Harvey nodded, unzipping his pants and taking out his growing boner. “Aren’t you going to join me?” Harvey asked.

“I’ll go after,” George said. “I want to watch you first.” Harvey’s prick grew rapidly at that statement and he closed his eyes and went to work on his cock. He jerked it the same way he had the night before, long slow strokes at first, getting shorter and faster as his breathing picked up. George watched appreciatively as Harvey’s cock dripped pre-cum, and Harvey used his thumb to spread it around the bulging head until it was shiny. He came quickly, groaning aloud, and this time George reached out and caught his partner’s spunk in his hand.

Quickly, George unzipped his pants and spread Harvey’s cum all over his hard prick. He used the thick fluid as lube to jerk himself off quickly, and in no time at all he was coming too, thrusting his hips into the air as his jism sprayed over his shaft, mixing with his partner’s cum.

“You know what?” George said. “I’m starting to hope this assignment never ends!”

The first guy’s ass I ever fucked was so tight I wasn’t sure I’d ever get my cock inside it. And then once I was in, I wasn’t sure that I’d ever get back out. It felt damn good though. We were doing it from behind, with him on his hands and knees, me kneeling behind him. I had made sure his asshole was good and lubed, and he had greased up my cock, but it was still so tight. It felt great, though. I fucked with short strokes since I couldn’t get in and out too easily, until I came inside that hot tight tunnel. He had been jerking himself off while I fucked his ass and we came at pretty much the same time.

That was California. A few months later I got transferred to the Midwest. I didn’t think I’d find anyone who would suck my cock there, let alone let me fuck his ass, but I had some pleasant surprises. I was out in some serious farmland, driving around. It gets pitch black at night there without the city lights, and I could hardly see. My buddy told me to pull over, so I did, right next to a cornfield. The next thing I know, he’s got my pants around my ankles and he’s blowing me like you wouldn’t believe. Not that I minded at all, but what I really wanted was a piece of that farmboy ass.

We got out and headed into the rows of corn. He bent over, holding onto a strong stalk for support as I fed my aching hard-on, still slippery with his spit, into his tight bunghole. Well you can imagine he started groaning as I inched my way in there. After a few strokes he loosened up and he started fucking back against me, screwing his ass on my hard pole. He came first, shooting his load all over the corn stalks, and then I bucked and pressed hard inside him as I spewed my cum inside and then all over his ass.

I didn’t mind cornholing in the cornfields at all, but after a while I got to missing being in a city, so I moved to New York. Now that’s the place to be. I hadn’t seen that much action in a long time, not just sex, but overall craziness. I liked to go out clubbing, places where I knew there would be lots of cock-craving guys, and every night I had my pick of the men there. I’m not ashamed to say that I have a bigger than average prick, and I always make sure to wear tight pants to show it off.

Guys would dance with me and rub up against my cock, or just cup it as they walked by, it was wild. By the end of the night I would have a raging hard-on. Anyone who wasn’t into anal, I just passed them by. I got to be pretty good friends with one guy and we decided to go home together one night. As soon as he took off his pants I knew I had made the right choice. His cock was just as long as mine and probably a little bit wider around. We lay together on his bed, kissing and rubbing our cocks together. It was great to feel another cock as big as mine rubbing against my shaft. He was oozing pre-cum like you wouldn’t believe, which lubricated our dicks as we humped each other.

“I want to fuck your ass,” I said, so he pulled up his legs, exposing his asshole to me. I got down there and licked it until it was nice and wet, and then I pushed my big log up his asshole. It was a new experience doing it face-to-face, and I soon found I liked it. I reached down and stroked his dick and floppy balls as I fucked. When he came, I just caught his spunk in my hand and rubbed it all over my dick, making it even wetter.

“Come in my mouth,” he said. I pulled out and climbed up to his chest, aiming my dick at his face. He slurped it until he came, swallowing my cum and grinning at me.

Yeah, I’ve done anal all the way across America, but I think I’ll stay here for a while.

“I’ve been thinking maybe we should raise the stakes,” Darius said, shuffling the cards deftly between his large, black hands. “If I’m going to win all the time, I think it should be something really good.”

The other men around the table hooted and laughed at his bold statement. “Okay,” Theo said. “What do you think we should bet?”

“Blowjobs,” Darius said, and began dealing, the cards skidding across the green felt of the poker table as the other men sat with their mouths hanging open. “Who’s in?” he asked.

The men all glanced around at each other and one by one, picked up the hand in front of them. Under the table, all their dicks were stiff, and they knew they were all going to play their hardest. But as usual, Darius took the first hand. Since Boyce had folded first, he was going to give Darius head. Darius pushed away from the table and unzipped his jeans, pulling out his slender eight-inch prick.

Boyce licked his lips nervously, taking Darius’ cock in his hand first, stroking up and down the length of the shaft as pre-cum beaded at the tip. The other men watched in anticipation, rubbing their bulges as Boyce prepared to take another man’s dick in his mouth for the first time. He started out slowly, opening his lips and taking in just the head. Darius steadied himself on Boyce’s shoulders and eased his long, thin prick into Boyce’s mouth. Boyce was sucking hungrily as he got used to the spongy, stiff texture of Darius’ prick.

With his fist wrapped around the part of Darius’ cock that he couldn’t get in his mouth, Boyce began the blowjob in earnest. His eyes were closed as he sucked up and down Darius’ stiff tool, bringing his hand up to meet his lips with each stroke. Darius was groaning, beads of sweat on his forehead as he pumped in and out of Boyce’s mouth. He gave a low, animalistic grunt as he came. Boyce swallowed quickly, but had to sit back, gasping, as Darius spurted his last few jets of cum.

“Well, who’s next?” Boyce asked, sitting back at the table and licking his lips. The men couldn’t get their hands fast enough. Theo was the first to fold, and Abe, the winner, sat back and stroked his short, rounded prick, letting it get good and stiff before he took it in his mouth.

This time the men weren’t such a quiet audience. They cheered Theo on as Abe stood and pumped his prick in and out of Theo’s mouth, his wide lips stretching around the other man’s slick pole. Darius’ cock was starting to rise again, and he was moaning as he stroked himself. When Abe came, Theo swallowed it all and then sat back on his haunches, grinning to himself.

Abe won the third hand as well, but since he had just come, he offered Boyce, who had folded before him, the chance to pick who he wanted to blow him. “You, of course,” Boyce said. Abe grinned and shrugged. Boyce got up, holding his dick in his hand, and walked over to Abe. He used the same technique that Abe had used on Theo, fucking Abe’s willing mouth until his cum spurted onto his tongue.

Theo was the only one who hadn’t come, and it was only fair to let him win the next hand. But he said he didn’t want a blowjob, that he wanted them all to beat off together. They stripped off their pants and stood, holding their dicks over the table, a variety of veiny black shafts. Hands flew up and down shafts, pre-cum dripping on the felt-covered table as they pounded their pricks.

Darius, who had fully recovered, came hard, letting loose a thin but copious load of jism all over the cards. His sticky fluid was soon covered by Boyce’s, and then Theo came, pouring a puddle of spunk onto the poker chips. Abe came last, grunting, his wad soaring across the table and landing on Theo’s hand as he stroked his own softening prick.

The men cleaned up and played one more hand before they headed home, thinking that they were definitely some talented and ingenious card sharks.