“You’re gay, right?” Ben suddenly asked.Henry flinched, as if someon

“You’re gay, right?” Ben suddenly asked. Henry flinched, as if someone had punched him in the gut. There was no malice in Ben’s voice, just curiosity. But it still scared the hell out of him. Henry felt Ben gaze on him with a rather sizeable bulge in his pants. After an eternity, Henry simply nodded. He couldn’t lie now, could he? “Ah. I thought so.” Was Ben’s response. He was still smiling, though he was looking back at the TV. “S-so… What now?” Henry asked, not really knowing what else to say. Ben shrugged. “Nothing.” He replied. A moment of painfully uncomfortable silence passed between them. When… “Want to suck my dick?” Henry’s jaw hit the floor. Ben asked it so casually, as if he was commenting on the weather. Just… What?! Henry was still sputtering for an answer when Ben decided for him, it seemed. He unzipped his fly and reached in, rummaging around a little. “Look, Ben I… I…” He had forgotten what he was going to say, as he finally fished out his manhood. (HOLY SHIT!!) Henry thought to himself…. He was going commando, so it was just laying there, on top of a pair of ample plum sized balls. Henry was 34 and already seen his fair share of dicks but he can safely say that this was the biggest fucking cock he’d ever seen!! It was huge. And it was getting bigger. In Henry’s periphery, he could see Ben had returned his gaze to Henry, his smile decidedly more erotic. Henry just couldn’t help it, he reached over and grasped it in his hand. It was nearly scorching hot and he could feel the pulses as blood fed into it, slowly growing in size. Ben sighed quietly in pleasure as Henry gave it a gentle squeeze. Henry watched with silent fascination and lust as Ben’s dick continued to balloon. Seven inches. Eight inches. Nine inches. Finally the growth seemed to halt at a whopping 10 inches. It was hot and heavy in Henry’s grasp, a clear bead of precum forming in the slit. It was completely straight, which was a rare sight in bigger cocks and nearly as thick as a beer can, his thumb and middle finger just barely touching around the circumference. “What do you think?” Ben asked, interrupting Henry’s gawking. He gazed back at him with reverence. “It’s fucking huge.” Henry uttered. To his surprise, he looked away and blushed. “I-It’s not that big…” Ben mumbled. Henry blinked. Surely he had to know he was at least above average? He still seemed insecure, so Henry decided he needed a little encouragement. He leaned forward, placing half of his body weight on his hips so he couldn’t thrust up and slid his mouth down his shaft as far as he could go. Ben groaned and tilted his head back, eyes closing in bliss. The taste of his salty precum, the texture of his skin as flicked and rolled Henry’s tongue along the underside of his length, he couldn’t get enough. He tightened his lips as much as he could and began to bob his head. Ben sighed and muttered something, placing his hand on Henry’s shoulder and rubbing his neck with his thumb, encouraging him to go on. With each dive, Henry got a little closer to the bottom and he was determined to get this whole monster down his throat. He withdrew until only the head remained in his lips, gave a few sharp licks to the piss slit, making Ben shiver and then he plunged back down. He felt those thick inches press into his throat, his gag reflex nearly impossible to resist under the strain, but he pushed on. He reached passed the halfway point and tears began to form in Henry’s eyes. He struggled to get as much breath as he could through his nose as the spongy head slipped further and further down his oesophagus. Finally he was able to bury his nose in the thick hair at the base of his cock. Ben gave his loudest groan yet as Henry breathed in more of that intense smell of sweat, and manliness that was strongest in his crotch. Suddenly, Henry felt a hand get a tight grasp of his hair, pull his head roughly back up and slam him back down to the base again. Henry gagged as Ben ruthlessly used his mouth like a fleshlight, using both his hands now to keep a firm grip on Henry’s hair, his ample balls slapping his chin with every descent. All Henry could do was to keep his teeth behind his lips to keep from giving Ben some nasty scars. His throat was going raw and his vision was almost completely obscured by tears of strain. Finally, he’d had all he could take and slapped Ben’s thighs a few times to signal him. Ben let go of Henry and he sprang off that cock and coughed his guts up, struggling for air. “Hah… Hah… F-Fuck…” “Ah… Sorry….” Ben muttered, his breath almost as ragged as Henry’s. “Mmh… You’re very good at that.” Despite everything, Henry blushed, harder than it already was anyway. One thing cocksuckers love more than cock is getting praise for their Cocksucking, and Henry was no different. “T-Thanks.” Henry said “That was wonderful. You deserve a reward.” Henry just gazed at him, knowing exactly what he had in mind. In his mind, there were some concerns about size limitation, but right now his dick was doing all his thinking for him. Henry stood up and lost his cargo pants and boxers in record time, tossing them on top of the TV. Ben rose up as well, looking with approval at Henry’s own huge uncircumcised hairy length. He took him by the shoulders and guided him, laying him down on the bed, legs bent, knees spread. He lay down between Henry’s legs and took hold of his member. Henry shivered, spasmed and moaned as Ben firmly kneaded it expertly, stirring his index finger around and under his foreskin and pressing his thumb into the underside of the head, coaxing out a few drops of precum. He slowly, but surely traced a path with his tongue from the tip of Henry’s cock, down the underside, over his hairy balls, across his taint and finally stopping at his hole, which he proceeded to tease relentlessly with the tip of his tongue. Henry’s thrashing and moaning was at an all time high and he was all but certain that Ben’s family could hear him even when they were upstairs. All Henry could do was grit his teeth and watch, as Ben closed his eyes and licked, suckled and teased his arse with a skill that no truly straight man should have. He reached back into his pocket and pulled out what looked like a little bottle of hand lotion. Without stopping his oral treatment, Ben flicked open the cap and squeezed some lotion onto his fingers. Despite it being in Henry’s best interest not to, he tensed up in anticipation. Ben noticed and relented for a moment to look up at him. “Relax. Just tell me if it hurts, alright?” Ben whispered. His baritone voice soothed Henry’s nerves somewhat and he started to relax. Henry did his best to keep it that way when he brought one lubed up finger to his entrance and firmly pressed until it popped in up to the first knuckle. Henry winced at the uncomfortable feeling, but he endured. He had to. His index finger wasn’t even a tenth of the thickness of his cock. Ben waited a moment for Henry to adapt to the feeling and then pushed his finger in further. As he grinned devilishly. “Tight.” Was all he said. He wiggled his finger around, trying his best to loosen him up. Henry yelped, honest to god, he yelped when he jackhammered his fingertip against his prostate. Strings of precum spewed forth onto his hairy abs with every jab against his little love button. He was almost close to cumming when he stopped and began to push in another finger. Henry bit his lips hard as Ben’s middle finger went in to the last knuckle and then both finger began a scissoring motion, brushing Henry’s prostate with every upstroke. His manly Superman body was being overwhelmed. He never even dreamed he’d be in this position, prepping his hole for a much, MUCH bigger invader. Henry was on cloud nine!! Finally, Ben withdrew his fingers, thinking the hairy masculine man was suitably ready for his monstrous girth. He watched with glee as he flicked open the lotion bottle and emptied nearly all it’s contents onto his dick, spreading it around with an upward look and a sigh. He tossed the now empty bottle aside and shuffled forward on his knees, his shiny dick swinging in a lazy arc left and right, leaving Henry mesmerised. He grabbed his ankles and pushed them up, driving Henry’s knees into his hairy chest. He dutifully took hold of Henry’s legs, keeping them out of the way and leaving his hole exposed to him. Ben grasped the base of his manhood with one hand and spread Henry’s cheeks with the other. He positioned the tip of his dick at the entrance, both of them shivering from the contact. Ben smiled at Henry one more time. “Are you ready?” Henry nodded frantically. He chuckled again and with a needful gleam in his eyes, he began to push. Ben’s eyes rolled back in his head as he groaned. After letting Henry adjust for a moment, he resumed a slow but gentle and loving thrust inwards. Henry shivered as he felt inch after hot thick inch spread his hole open impossibly wide. The pain was there of course, but it was dull, drowned out by the overwhelming pleasure of being split open by a hot hairy masculinity daddy thick dick. Henry heard a high pitched whine and realised it was him, as he finally felt the wispy tickle of Ben’s pubes on his own hairy balls Henry was finally bottomed out. He panted like a dog and clamped down on the thick intruder in his rectum. Ben roaring in approval, giving him no warning but a cheeky grin as he grabbed Henry’s hips hard enough to bruise the skin, retreated back until only the tip of his cock remained inside and slammed back in with a smack of his hips on his cheeks. Henry screamed. The pain was sharp, but the pleasure was sharper, as Ben’s bulk pressed right up against Henry’s prostate, driving him closer than ever to the edge. “Hold on tight.” He grunted out before repeating the process again. And again. And again, until he built up a steady rhythm, his Hearty balls slapping Henry’s arse with a loud smack each time. He couldn’t help the screams of bliss that bubbled out of his throat. There was no point in staying quiet now, everyone upstairs had to have heard his first scream. And he genuinely didn’t care. Ben, for his part, seemed equally please, as he grunted with each thrust, revelling in the feeling of Henry’s passage constricting around him. Henry’s stomach was near soaked with his precum as Ben pounded him with all the strength and power of a battering ram, Beads of sweat forming on Ben’s eyebrows as he went about his work, his face clenched in pleasure. “Ahhh…! Mmmh… Fuck…! B-BBen!!” “Mmmf… Nnng… Hahh… Henry…” Henry’s tank top was now completely soaked through with sweat. Ben released Henry’s hips and full on tore his tank top away from his body with a loud tearing sound and flung it’s tattered remains away. Ben himself had disposed of his own shirt a few minutes ago, leaving his broad hairy pecs, pinkish coffee coloured nipples and soft but powerful hairy abs exposed to Mr. Cavill, who let’s go of his legs, letting them rest on Ben’s bountiful shoulders, reached forward and ran his hands across his sweat soaked skin. He moaned in approval as Henry harshly tweaked his nipples, thrusting into his co-actor harder than before. Every performance has a climax, and Henry was rapidly reaching his. He moaned louder and Ben took that as his cue to finish things up. He started pumping faster, Henry’s poor cheeks was red from continues slapping by Ben’s hips. He changed his angle and hit Cavill’s prostate even harder than he did before and he was loving every second of it. It was agony. Pure, sweet, blissful agony as the point of no return canme closer and closer… Until finally the dam broke. “Ahhn… F-Fuck… I’m gonna… G-Gonna… Ahh… FUUUCK!” Stars danced in front of Henry’s eyes as he came harder than he ever had in his entire life! His dick exploded stream after sticky stream of cum, flying straight over his head, hitting the wall behind him, coating his face, beard and his hairy chest. His teeth hurt, from gritting them so hard as his orgasm at last seemed to peter out as Ben continued to pound away faster and faster until… “Mmmf… Ahh… NNNGAAH!” Ben shouted to the heavens as he emptied himself into Superman’s bowels, still thrusting erratically, his cum slipping out of Cavill, there was so much, creating a slick squelching sound as his thrusts eventually died down and he braced himself against Henry, as his breath ragged. “Hahh… Hahh… Fuck yeaH…” “Mmh… You can say that again.” Ben chuckled weakly, withdrawing his now softening length from Henry’s insides. Henry winced at the odd feeling as Ben withdrew completely, leaving Henry gaping and dripping his seed onto the Bed. “So… I assumed you enjoyed that?” Ben said….. “Do you even need… To ask…” Henry replied with his cum covered face…. Henry couldn’t finish his sentence without yawning. He was suddenly exhausted, he just couldn’t keep his eyes open. The last thing he felt before falling asleep was Ben’s lips brushing his forehead… The distant sound of birdsong was what woke Henry up. He always was a light sleeper. Henry felt a soothing warmth next to him. He opened his eyes fully to find a half clothed Ben napping peacefully next to him, snoring quietly. Henry grinned at the memory of what had transpired a few hours ago. He sincerely hoped that Ben would want to do this again. It was then that Henry heard a cough. He glanced up to find Ben’s wife looking down at him with a knowing grin. Before Henry could say this isn’t what it looks like, Jennifer just raised a hand in a shushing gesture, asking him to be quiet. Jennifer threatened Henry “You and Ben are going to have the whole room cleaned up before the kids get up for school or else……..” -- source link
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