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The next day I woke up alone with a hard-on. It was very hot, so I took a cold shower. I dressed in gym clothes to work out a little (the building had a small gym on the playground). A basic Underarmour T-Shirt and black nylon shorts. I had woken up in anger at having submitted myself to that humiliating situation so I thought exercising would relieve the stress a little bit. I also was wondering if I should talk about what happened to Ander or to Enrique.
It was almost eleven. Ander was in the kitchen. He had prepared an exceptional breakfast, with eggs and avocado. He told me that he had been the first to wake up and that he had already worked out. He said that Enrique and Lorenzo were at the gym. He took the opportunity to tell me that he and Lorenzo had decided to spend three nights at the vineyard of a relative of Ander who lived nearby. They would be driving there after lunch.
I went down to the gym. Enrique was doing rope triceps pushdowns, helped by Lorenzo. Enrique wore a white tank top and blue ranger panties, which highlighted his muscular ass. Lorenzo was wearing gray sweatpants and a black tank top. Clearly without underwear. His obscene bulge was particularly generous to the gigantic head of his cock, making it impossible not to stare. That oversized cock was hanging there once more to ruin my day.
Enrique was arching his body a little bit. Lorenzo was holding Enrique’s arms from behind. They both greeted me good morning. Enrique became a little upset, maybe because now I was there to spoil his flirting.
“Well, I finished, so I will meet you guys upstairs,” he said.
“I’m going to be here for a while,” Lorenzo said. So, just the two of us again. We started working out far from each other, but I couldn’t help looking at him. His well-defined chest, his firm shoulders, his huge biceps. I also had all that. On that department, we were equals. But there it was, that huge fucking cock with giant balls underneath. The comparison that consolidated the power dynamic between us.
Lorenzo caught me a few times. The first times he smirked. He took off his tank top, revealing his amazing washboard abs. Then, as he caught me staring at him for the seventh or eighth time, he grabbed his own prominent bulge and started to slowly caress his package.
He then reached into his own pants. He stayed there, grabbing his long shaft while looking at me.
“Are you okay? Can I help you with something?”
I was sweating, shaking. “I… Yes… I… I am curious about how many inches it gets when it’s hard,” I said it quickly. It was also a relief to be capable of saying it.
“Be clear. Do you just want an information or do you want to see it measured?”
“I…prefer to… see it measured.”
“Only after I see your ass.”
“My ass?”
“Yeah man, I really don’t care about cocks. Size, shape, girth, none of that interests me. I like men’s asses. Always. I am really curious to see this muscular ass of yours. I can’t stop thinking about how firm and round it is. You are also driving me mad, so it is fair. I will give you time to dwell on it. It’s simple, we don’t have to fuck, since we like the same things.”
He then left the gym, all sweaty. It was the first time I was wondering how far I would go to see him hard. I hardly could concentrate on my training.
When I arrived at the apartment, it was empty. Ander had left a message on my phone telling that he and Lorenzo had already left for the vineyard.
I went to my bedroom and took another shower. When I got out of it, Enrique was waiting for me in bed, lying down. He had a serious expression. “We need to talk,” he told me. I asked what it was and he said he would need canlı bahis to be frank with me for the relationship to work.
He said that since yesterday at the beach he kept thinking about being fucked by a huge dick. He talked about his reaction this morning as I arrived at the gym. That he was frustrated and that he didn’t want to hurt me. He then proposed that I would tell some sexual fantasy of mine for us to fulfill. But that he needed to be fucked by a huge one. It was what he needed. That he knew it would not be with Lorenzo, because Ander was my friend and it would be awkward.
I did not want to tell anything about what had happened between Lorenzo and me. However, somehow, what he was telling me relieved my guilt.
Therefore, I asked him if he already had something planned. He told me that yesterday, at the beach, the phone call he made was to a guy he dated for four months. His name was Maximillian, known as Max, a 30 years old German man from Frankfurt who lived in Barcelona and earned his life as a construction worker. He told me he had a big fucking cock, just the size he needed it. “I kind of insinuated a threesome.”
I was surprised and I asked to see pictures of him to see if I would be interested. Wow. That guy was unbelievably hot. From the pictures, he had a very masculine face, a hairy chest, shredded obliques and amazing abs. He was definitely on the same league as Lorenzo or me. He was extremely handsome and his strong body of a jock somehow contrasted with his blond looks, making him super interesting. He was definitely not ashamed by his bulge as he showed an impossible-to-hide volume in some pics.
Maybe because I was both guilty and curious, the prospect of Enrique being with another man made me calm. So I said, “ok, invite him over sometime.” Much to my surprise, he said “I already did. Yesterday. He arrived here this morning and I invited him over for dinner this evening.” I was shocked. I guess my summer in San Sebastian would mean new experiences for me.
Bearing in mind that Enrique knew nothing of what had happened between Lorenzo and me, he still saw me as a power top, with no desire to submit to another man’s cock. I made it seem to him that I was accepting this idea only to satisfy his fantasy. In return, I demanded that we would, in the future, get a bottom-only to join us, something that had always really turned me on. In fact, the idea seemed pleasant to me. Confused, I sometimes thought that my sudden desire for a big dick was exclusively for Lorenzo.
Everything seemed to work for me then. Enrique decided to have the dinner on the rooftop of the penthouse. It was a nice, exclusive area that we rented for an extra price, with a barbecue grill, tables, chairs and a hot tub. It was 5 pm and the gathering was scheduled for 8 .
At half past six, when we were cleaning some things on the terrace, Enrique’s phone rang. It was Max. He thought we had arranged to meet at six and he apologized for the delay. He said he was sorry about the confusion and Enrique asked him to come up. “Now you’re going to have to help us with the boring part,” he told him.
He was wearing a string tank top that many men wear at the gym to impress. His shoulders were like giant stones and his biceps seemed to be flexed even in their natural state. His outfit was purposely revealing, perhaps because he was really aware of having a strong hairy chest. Other features that I saw at the pics were confirmed: he had a squared jawline that turned him into an action movie protagonist and a firm, well-developed ass. His eyes were brown and he spoke with a German accent. He was the same age as Lorenzo. In fact, he looked a lot like Lorenzo, the same bahis siteleri height and body proportions. While Lorenzo was a typical hunk, tattooed, with dark hair, olive skin and smooth chest, Max was more like a muscle hairy type, with a blonde full beard. It was a powerful contrast.
Thinking about Lorenzo, I inevitably looked at Max’s crotch. HOLY FUCK. I don’t know how I could not have seen it first. Maybe a glimpse of my old self was there. He was wearing light blue jeans that fitted his body perfectly. He had a big juicy ass, strong thighs and firm calves. And there it was… his bulge. In a fucking jeans. The fabric seemed to be design to perfectly fit all his lower body, except for his tool. It seemed to be almost not able to contain a fat and yet flaccid cock.
He greeted me with his strong hands. “You are both so good looking,” he said. “I can’t wait for what happens later.”
And he turned around to Enrique. “I missed you, man.” Enrique was thunderstruck, talking to him but looking all the time to his bulge. Max noticed and joked about it.
“Well, it seems you missed me too.”
We talked for a while, but Enrique was worried about the amount of stuff he yet had to do. He asked if Max minded if he and I went to the other floor to grab some stuff. He said that he would have to be there for a while cooking, but that Max could start to drink or maybe even use the hot tube.
“I prefer to cook by myself, because I do it quickly this way. So I will ask my boyfriend to pick up the beverages and you two feel comfortable here. It will be good so you can know each other better. I will try to make things in a quicker pace.”
When I returned to the terrace with drinks, I did not find Max in the place where he was. “Hey, man, I’m here,” he shouted from the jacuzzi. He was reclining on one edge, with both huge arms out. His masculine pecs were wet, emerging from the hot water. The amount of foam clouded everything below his hairy chest .”Join me”, he said. I grabbed some bottles of beer and offered him one. That was when I saw that all his clothes were in a trunk bench near the hot tub. I did not see an underwear so I assumed he entered the tub with it. “You should have asked for a bath suit. We have some extras in the apartment,” I told him. “You wouldn’t need to wet your own clothes.”
“Don’t worry man, I never use underwear. They are very uncomfortable. I hope it’s not a problem,” he said. “Of course not,” I replied. I took off my clothes, leaving only a black speedo, and joined him in the bathtub. “You have remarkable deltoids,” he specifically said. “Congratulations.”
We spent about 15 minutes talking about travels, food and gym training. All the time I looked at his sculpted body. He had such strong arms. Every time he moved them it seemed he was in a physique contest. I already had a hard-on underneath my speedo. “It is definitely gonna be great to share my boyfriend’s butthole with this giant,” I thought. He also was looking at me, admiring my body. The sexual tension was at high peak. To spice the conversation, I decided to ask him about what his relationship with Enrique was like.
“Good. Incredible person, starving for a big dick. That’s the reason he called me and paid for the nice hotel room I am staying in, I’m sure.”
“Wait? Did he pay everything for you?” I was taken aback.
“Yeah, for me and for Rodrigo, my sub. Enrique told me you were interested in a big cock and here I am. I am very pleased with what I am seeing, actually.”
What a trick from Enrique. “And where is Rodrigo?”
“He stays in the hotel and only gets out when I authorize. He is okay with it.” He explained to me that they roleplayed as dom and bahis şirketleri sub. He was his master and Max could fuck any hole he wanted.
I noticed that Max was very arrogant and full of himself, differently from Lorenzo, who, until this trip, never bragged about anything.
“When you and Enrique dated, has something similar happened? I mean… a threesome or a sexual fantasy that you mentioned to each other?”
“Yeah, similar situation. I told him about a couple that I met. They wanted me to fuck them both but I didn’t want to do that without Enrique’s consent. So I thought about telling him. In the beginning he was a little bit negative towards that, but eventually he was full of enthusiasm. I had this thing of wanting to see a line of three muscular butts bending over for me and fuck them all. It was the first time I did it.”
“Wow, dude, three?” I felt envy. “And what about his fantasy? What was it?”
“He wanted to try two cocks at the same time. Double penetration.”
“Wow. He never told me about that. And did it happen?”
“Well, he brought a handsome Brazilian man to my house. It was nice at the beginning, but eventually this guy craved for my cock. He actually implored for it. That night ended with me as a top and the two of them as hungry bottoms. Ha ha ha.”
I was really impressed. Did this guy had a cock as big as that monster Lorenzo had between his legs? “Lucky you, man,” I told him.
“Hey, Fernando,” he said. “I want to fuck you both tonight. I assume you can handle a big one.”
“Well, man, I am a top-only. So there is going to be only one butthole available.”
“Let’s see about that,” he said in a cocky way. “Enrique said you fuck well, but that you lack size. I am curious. How small is it?”
“Small??? My cock is ok, man, nobody ever complained about it. I have 5.5, if I am really hard. Sometimes, 5.0. What’s that for?” I was a little big angry. It seemed unreal to be in this situation.
Then, as if he wanted to prove something, he moved one of his arms inside the water. I automatically fixed my eyes on what he was doing. He slowly put the tip of his cock outside the foam. I was already scared and perplexed with the thickness. He started to move his cock up slowly, like a monster emerging little by little. I didn’t have words. I already knew the sensation.
With the full size extension still underwater, hidden by the foam, he looked at my eyes and said: “Here are five inches. If your cock is as meaty as this one, that’s what you have to offer.” I was in shock. I could not see any similarity because, although he claimed that there were five inches there, that cock was much thicker than mine. It was like comparing a small branch and a trunk of the same width.
Then he continued to rise slowly. After what seemed like an eternity for all that monster to emerge, finally it was all there, imposing, looking completely absurd.
“Holy fuck!”. I was so surprised that I got up, my speedo revealing that I got a hard-on. To make things worse, the simple vision of that manmeat made me pre-leak a little. He put his hands on my waist and lowered my trunks to my knees. “Didn’t mean to embarrass you,” he said. “It’s a draw if we compare our arms, chest, ass, abs, thighs, etc. But I dominate you by far in length, girth and ball size.”
His cock, considering its thickness and width, had a ridiculously larger volume than mine did. “Size is not everything, Fernando,” he said, patronizing me. “Let’s see who fucks your boyfriend better later.”
He grabbed a towel nearby and put it on around his waist. It was a failed attempt because he wasn’t hiding anything. “I will take a shower downstairs.”
I was left there completely overpowered, asking myself what the hell was happening. Lorenzo and Max. I could not say which one was more well-endowed. I started to jerk off thinking about big cocks. Maybe I had become obsessed with it.
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