Being small and cute is a heavy burden to bear if one is a guy. When Stevie was sixteen, he only stood five-feet-two inches tall. The bit of bum-fluff that he had on his face was barely worth mentioning and the few sprigs under his arms and above his cock, rather pathetic. To add to his woes, he was smaller and prettier than most of the girls at school. Everyone always presumed that he was gay, which he had strong reservations about at this time and did his best to sublimate the feelings of his sexual orientation. He was constantly told how cute he was and worse than that, even asked if he had a cock. Stevie was often tempted to haul the damn thing out and show his ‘almost,’ six inch dick!

Of all the boys than constantly ribbed him, his nemesis was a guy named Rory. Rory was a star performer on the athletic field in the shot put, discus, and hammer throw events. He was a huge lumbering guy who regularly pawed, or picked Steve up, announcing that he wanted to fuck him. Of course, this amused the hell out of all the other guys in attendance. Rory was crass and vulgar and would often grab hold of his own crotch when he saw Stevie, before sticking his tongue out in a lascivious manner and fondling his genitals. If or when Stevie eventually had sex with a guy, he thought, it would definitely not be Rory.

Much as everyone thought Rory was joking, Stevie had a strange feeling that behind the mirth there was a strong hint of intent. Apart from doing his best to avoid Rory at all times, Stevie always made sure that he was never alone with Rory in any secluded place. Whenever Stevie needed to use the toilets, he tried to make doubly sure that Rory was nowhere about. On one occasion, however, when Stevie entered the ablution block, Rory was standing at the urinal. As their eyes met, Rory stuck his tongue out obscenely and began tugging on his fat knob. Naturally, Stevie got out of there as quickly as possible.

When Stevie’s school days ended he was pleased that his torment by Rory had ceased. Stevie was soon to discover, nevertheless, that the world was full of guys like Rory.

The first of these ‘Rory’s’ was his landlord, Kevin Jones, who did Stevie a huge favour of renting an apartment to him. Being underage, Stevie’s parents, who lived two hundred miles away, should have signed the required documentation for his lease. Kevin made him feel like he owed him big time for his oversight in this regard. Kevin was a manly guy in his fifties. He was slightly overweight and exuded a virile self-confidence that intimidated Stevie. Stevie also found the way that Kevin stared at him was rather curious because his gaze seemed to radiate a lustful glow. Fortunately for Stevie, they very seldom bumped into one another.

The second ‘Rory’ he encountered was a guy that he worked with, named Jaxon. Stevie had gotten a job as a clerk at a small warehouse that sold bolts and nuts. His office was in the stockroom and he did all the paperwork required for receiving and invoicing goods. Jaxon was in charge of unloading new stock and pulling orders. His resemblance to Rory was breath-taking and they could easily have been brothers. Jaxon wasn’t as bolshie as Rory, however, and had a far more affable nature. Initially, the similarity between the two unnerved Stevie a little, but soon he got over himself. Jaxon had the habit of placing both his hands in his trouser pockets and fidgeting with his crotch when he spoke to one.

Jaxon and Stevie soon realised that they lived a block away from one another, and often walked to and from work together. As the weeks wore on Jaxon’s conversations with Stevie also seemed to become more personal. Naturally, Stevie was fairly guarded, but that didn’t stop Jaxon. Jaxon also took to touching him fairly often. It wasn’t anything overt, but slightly more than just friendly. The leering way he often looked at Stevie, also flustered Stevie somewhat.

When Stevie’s first rent was due Kevin arrived at his apartment to collect it. After handing over the cash, Kevin unexpectedly extended his left hand and cupped Stevie’s chin.

“Fuck, you are a pretty little thing,” he stated, before asking, “Why don’t you have a boyfriend?”

“I’m not gay,” Stevie replied, anxiously.

Kevin let out a laugh and then said, “Yeah, right, and I’m James Bond,” he concluded with snigger.

As he leaned in toward Stevie, Kevin’s phone then rang. Irritated, he answered it. His wife was calling to say that one of the other tenants was looking for him.

“I’ll be back later,” he said, as he was leaving.

Stevie bolted the door behind Kevin and when he heard a knock at his door thirty minutes later, he simply didn’t answer. After knocking a further two times, Stevie heard him use his spare key to try and open the door. Unsuccessful, Kevin then finally left.

The following day Kevin was waiting for him inside his apartment. As Stevie stood apprehensively looking at Kevin, Kevin said, “We’ve got business to attend to, Stevie.”

Stevie realised that if he caused a scene he could be out looking for a new place to stay, that night. After Kevin bolted the door, he moved toward Stevie and said, “Take off your shoes and socks.”

“Why?” Stevie asked, totally bewildered.

“Because I said so,” he replied.

Nonplussed, Stevie removed them. Next, Kevin began to unbutton Stevie’s shirt. As Stevie tried to push his hands away, Kevin growled, “Do you like this shirt, boy?”

“Yes,” Stevie answered.

“Well, if you don’t want me to rip it to pieces, then take your fucking hands away,” he warned.

As he unbuttoned the shirt, Stevie inexplicably felt his cock start to stiffen. Once the shirt was off, Kevin’s hands moved to Stevie’s belt buckle and soon his pants dropped down. Stevie then bent down quickly to remove the pants from his ankles and to try and hide his hard-on. Kevin’s hands were equally fast, however, and instantly Stevie’s body was pulled upright and placed standing on the sofa.

“So, you’re not gay, right?” he said with a laugh, “Then what the fuck is this?” he concluded, as gripped hold of the stiff dick in Stevie’s underpants.

Stevie was left speechless.

“Take your underpants off,” Kevin said, in a raspy, horny growl. As Stevie did so he found himself becoming very excited, despite his nervousness.

Kevin now removed his own t-shirt and dropped his shorts to the floor. Observing him, Stevie saw that Kevin was hairier than he had imagined and despite his gut being quite large, it wasn’t flabby. As his hands ran up and down Stevie’s torso, Stevie instinctively placed his hands on Kevin’s shoulders. Stevie had begun to relax and was finding the entire experience rather stimulating. Kevin would never have been his first choice as sexual liberator, but maybe Kevin was exactly what he needed to open his closet door, Stevie figured. As they stared into one other’s eyes the entire scene felt unreal to Stevie, almost as if he was being unshackled from a prolonged captivity.

Stevie was abruptly ushered from his reverie when Kevin asked, “Have you ever been fucked before?”

“No,” Stevie replied.

Kevin’s next words, however, sent Stevie into a panic, as the reality of the situation hit home.

“Whoa, are you kidding me?” after a pause, “Do you mean to tell me that I’m about to take your fucking cherry?” he uttered, with a lustful look on his face.

“Please, no, no Kevin, please Kevin, please don’t fuck me,” Stevie stammered, before continuing, “I’ll suck, or play with your dick as much as you like, but please don’t fuck me.”

Kevin remained silent for several seconds, before saying, “Well, the thing is, I’ve never taken anyone ones cherry before and when opportunity knocks at the door, a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do.”

“No, please Kevin,” Stevie once more implored.

“It’s our lucky day, Stevie, you’ll see. I finally get to pluck a cherry and you get an everlasting memory to treasure,” Kevin assured Stevie.

Observing the bewildered look on Stevie’s face, Kevin continued, “When your cherry gets busted it must be unforgettable. There’s no point, to having a needle-dick breaking you in, you’ll live to regret that for the rest of your life. My knob, however, you’ll remember for the rest of your days. ‘Go big or go home’ as they say,” he concluded with a smirk.

If these words were meant to console Stevie, they had the opposite effect. ‘Jesus,’ he thought, ‘what am I in for.’ Kevin now told Stevie to turn around on the couch. When Stevie began to protest, Kevin told him that he simply wanted to check out his pucker, to see if it would be able to cope with Kevin’s knob. Gingerly, Stevie turned around and bent over the backrest. Stevie then felt Kevin hands on his backside, before his thumbs pulled Stevie’s cheeks apart.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Kevin exclaimed, prolonging each expletive. “Jesus, Stevie, this is the prettiest fucking pucker I’ve ever seen.” A few more murmurs and groans followed before he continued. “Fuck me; my knob is going to love opening this little rosebud. Jesus, boy, this is the eighth fucking wonder of the world.”

Shortly, Kevin’s tongue began badgering Stevie’s knot voraciously. Stevie had never felt anything more stimulating in his life. Kevin’s snorts and grunts as he ate Stevie out were mind-blowing and Stevie felt like he had an out of control anteater scouring his hole. All Stevie’s resistance crumbled and his balls were beginning to churn. When Stevie screamed that he was about to cum, Kevin quickly pulled Stevie’s cock backward and let Stevie unload in his mouth. Every masturbation session Stevie had ever enjoyed before, was like comparing a gentle handclap, to a standing ovation.

‘I am gay,’ Stevie thought, ‘Fuck yeah… I am fucking gay!’

“Stay where you are,” Kevin said afterwards, before bending down to retrieve a small tub from the pocket of his shorts. “Now, let’s prime your arse and get it ready for my cock.”

“Please Kevin…” Stevie again began to plead, before he was interrupted.

“I’m going to fuck you and that’s, that. Now, let’s make it as comfortable for you as possible,” Kevin finalised with a slap to Stevie’s arse.

When Kevin’s finger entered Stevie the initial shock quickly gave way to a rather pleasant sensation. Kevin was patient and calm as he worked Stevie’s pucker. Not long after, the finger was replaced with a thumb that Kevin began to move to and fro. Next, two fingers replaced the thumb as the stretching was intensified. Following on that, an uncomfortable third finger was introduced. As Stevie began to gasp, Kevin kept telling him to relax, in a soothing tone.

Stevie had not seen Kevin’s dick as yet and wondered how large it would be. Glimpses at Kevin’s tented boxers clearly showed that he was well-endowed. Slowly, the discomfort began to fade and when Kevin sensed that Stevie had begun to calm down, he manoeuvred Stevie’s body flat onto his stomach on the seat of the couch. After pushing his own boxers down to below his knob, Kevin smeared some lube on his cock before placing the head of his dick on Stevie’s pucker.

Gentle applying pressure, Kevin’s knob started its excavation. Stevie began to whimper as his sphincter capitulated to its new master. As much as it hurt at first, Stevie found himself entranced by the pain and it was almost as if he was willing it. Kevin just kept pushing in deeper and deeper, savouring the tightness of the finest portal he had ever fucked. Once all in, Kevin relaxed for a few moments, before his hips slowly stirred to life. Shortly, because of confinement of the sofa, Kevin withdrew from Stevie and suggested that they more through to the bedroom.

When Stevie finally got a look at the thick cock that had conquered him, he couldn’t believe that he had accommodated Kevin’s fat dong up his arse.

Once in the bedroom, Kevin said, “Get on your stomach boy and spread your legs.” Stevie did as told.

As Kevin got on the bed behind Stevie, he spoke once more. “There are three things I need to tell you. Firstly, don’t you ever fucking bold your door again, do you understand me?”

“Yes,” Stevie answered, submissively.

“Next, from now on when you hear my key in your door, you drop whatever you are doing and move through to the bedroom. When I enter the room I want you naked and ready, positioned exactly as you are now. Are we clear on that?” Kevin affirmed.

“Yes,” Stevie once more replied, in a whimper.

“Finally, that old bitch downstairs will be fucking off for three weeks, the day after tomorrow. I’ve bought her a bus ticket and she’s off to visit her sister. So… you will be seeing a lot of me and we won’t have to worry about quickies,” Kevin concluded.

Placing his cock at Stevie’s manhole Kevin entered him a lot more briskly on this occasion. Kevin’s hips also sprang to life much faster than before. Kevin’s dick felt much thicker than before, and Stevie reflected upon the fact that now having seen it, the mental picture was influencing his opinion. Fortunately, despite the fact that Kevin started thrusting urgently, the discomfort did diminish quite rapidly. A minute or two later, Kevin began to grunt as he sprayed a deluge of spunk into Stevie’s backside.

After Kevin left, Stevie moved through to the toilet. As he expelled the seed from his arse he was astonished by the volume that Kevin had unloaded into him. Stevie then placed his left middle on his puffy manhole and rubbed it in the spunky residue. Lifting his finger to his nose, he first smelt the jizz before tasting it. This act excited him so much that he began tugging his cock frantically, before shooting a load into the bowl.

Stevie did not see Kevin the following day, but the evening after that Kevin spent the night as forewarned. This time there were no quickies. With no time limitations, Stevie got to enjoy Kevin’s full repertoire. Kevin was into domination and control, which Stevie thrived on. Kevin was also extremely verbal and instructive, which further enhanced Stevie’s gratification. There was not a moment that went by, where Stevie’s small body wasn’t being pawed or manipulated by his large landlord. Initially, Stevie wasn’t mad about the nickname that Kevin gave him, ‘Piglet,’ but he soon grew to accept it.

The one thing that Stevie quickly learned was that Kevin did not like his arse being touched or rimmed. Stevie’s arse, however, was never left alone for a minute. Kevin’s mouth, cock, or fingers, incessantly explored his manhole. Stevie particularly loved Kevin’s unbelievably long tongue. Kevin also did not allow Stevie to touch his own cock, but this wasn’t a problem because Kevin’s hot mouth frequently sucked Stevie’s balls dry. Once Stevie received his first oral load from Kevin, he became a complete jizz hound. The volume of spunk and the force with which it surged out of Kevin’s dick was a source of total delight to Stevie.

“Are you ready for your premium blend of high protein, Piglet?” Kevin growled, every time Stevie got fed.

Not only did Kevin turn out to be a great kisser, but a highly sexed lover as well. After every one of their sessions ended, Stevie was totally exhausted. There were times over the following two nights, where he scarcely had the energy to talk once Kevin was done with him. Stevie’s arsehole was always puffy once they had finished, but he loved dozing off with the tingling sensation of a well-fucked pucker.

***

The following day at work, Jaxon asked Stevie if he would mind staying late. An order of stock en route to the warehouse had been delayed and would most probably only arrive, after six-thirty. As they waited, they sat in Stevie’s office.

After the scenes that Stevie had experienced with Kevin over the two previous days, Stevie felt greatly emboldened and remote from his former guarded demeanour. As he observed Jaxon a strange thought crossed his mind. Given the strong resemblance between Jaxon and Rory, he had a flashback to his school days. ‘Maybe,’ he thought, ‘I shouldn’t have been so prissy and given into Rory.’ Although he only had the briefest glimpse of Rory’s thick knob, this image now began to play on his mind and Stevie wondered what Jaxon’s dick would look like, given his similarity to Rory.

The more he thought about it, the more obsessed he became about seeing Jaxon’s knob. Stevie also wondered if Jaxon had merely been playing him along with his stares and prying questions. When Jaxon once more placed his hands in his pockets and began fondling his crotch, as always, Stevie decided to make his move.

“What’s the score Jaxon?” he asked, with a naughty grin.

First looking down at his crotch and then back up at Stevie, Jaxon let out a rueful laugh, apologising for his bad habit.

“I don’t find it offensive,” Stevie retorted, with a mischievous look in his eyes. A quizzical expression appeared on Jaxon’s face as he tried to formulate Stevie’s response. Intrigued, Jaxon then brazenly placed his hand over his crotch and gave himself a really good fondle, reciprocating with his own brand of audaciousness.

Picking up on this, Stevie stood up and matter-of-factly mentioned that he needed a piss. “Hold up,” Jaxon replied, “I’ll join you.”

As they moved towards the ablution area Stevie was trembling with excitement. Once there, they both climbed up on the high cement step in front of the long steel urinal. Standing side by side they both opened their trousers. Unable to resist, Stevie glanced down at the most unusual cock he had ever seen. It was large and long, but what made it peculiar was the long foreskin snout that dangled off the end of Jaxon’s dick.

Not able to restrain himself Stevie said, “Wow, now that’s what I call a foreskin!”

Jaxon went on to tell him that when he was born, his dad had wanted to have the flap removed, but that his mother was dead against it. “I glad my mother got her way,” he exclaimed, as he flapped the overhang about shamelessly.

“I’ve always regretted that I am circumcised, and have often wondered what it would feel like to wank with a foreskin,” Stevie replied.

“Well, would you like to feel what it is like?” Jaxon asked.

After enthusiastically nodding yes, Stevie believed that he was simply going to tug on Jaxon’s dick. Jaxon then surprised Stevie by climbing off the step and moving to behind him, telling Stevie to face him. Jaxon now widened his stance so their cocks were at the same level. Next, holding the flap of his foreskin open with his thumbs, Jaxon invited Stevie to push his cock into the opening. It felt incredible as Stevie’s knob entered the moist tube. With a third of Stevie’s cock covered by Jaxon’s foreskin, Jaxon encouraged Stevie to jerk on their docked dicks. The sensation was awesome and not long after, they both started becoming overexcited. Shortly, they coordinated their combined release to within seconds of one another.

Once they had cum, things got rather messy as spunk oozed through Stevie’s fingers and onto the floor. Their session was then rudely interrupted when the buzzer sounded, alerting them to the fact that the delivery had arrived. After pulling his pants up hastily Jaxon departed to open the door. Stevie used paper towels to mop up the mess, before joining him.

After they had taken care of the delivery they decided to have something to eat at a pizzeria. By the time they eventually left the eatery, it was already eight-thirty and Stevie was sure that Kevin would have given up on seeing him that night.

After a lengthy kissing session, something that Jaxon seemingly enjoyed very much, Stevie asked if he could again dock with Jaxon. Jaxon’s snout was very slimy this time, presumably from the residue of their former encounter, and the union of their cocks also lasted longer. When they both started getting fairly close once more, Stevie begged Jaxon to unload in his mouth. They quickly assumed the sixty-nine position on the bed, and with Stevie on top, Stevie finally got a close-up look of Jaxon’s magnificent overhang. As Stevie suckled on Jaxon’s snout, his hand tugged on Jaxon’s dick. Jaxon was content with Stevie face-fucking him.

Not long after, they began to approach the point of no return. Jaxon was the first to cum and Stevie was overjoyed as the spunk began to ooze from Jaxon’s spout. Afterwards, Stevie pulled Jaxon’s foreskin back hurriedly, liberating a bluish-purple dick-head. When Stevie covered it with his mouth, the taste was so incredible that Stevie excitedly shot his load.

Next, they lay side by side on the bed, kissing and fondling one another. Later, Jaxon’s hand found its way to Stevie’s backside before he commenced caressing Stevie’s pucker.

“Do you want to fuck me?” Stevie asked, impishly.

“Fuck yeah,” Jaxon replied.

Directly, Stevie moved onto his stomach and opened his legs, invitingly. Two days before Kevin had left a large tub of lube on the bedside table. This was now put to good use as Jaxon primed them for his entry. Although Jaxon’s cock was longer than Kevin’s it wasn’t as thick, which made his entry far more comfortable. Because of his very substantial foreskin, the sensation in Stevie’s backside was also very different to Kevin’s far more abrasive thrusting. Both sensations we equally pleasing to Stevie and he also loved Jaxon’s, leisurely approach.

When Jaxon closed in on his body and began kissing his neck, shoulders, and ears, Stevie sighed with pleasure. As they both became enraptured in their union, they did not hear the front door opening. Both we startled when they heard a voice behind them. Jaxon immediately rolled off Stevie, before Stevie quickly spun around.

Standing in the doorway, Kevin had a shit-faced grin. Stevie was surprised that he didn’t look angry.

“Well, looks like I’m missing out on a party,” Kevin said, chuckling.

“This is Jaxon, we work together,” Stevie explained, before glancing at Jaxon, who had a ‘caught out’ expression on his face. “And this is Kevin, my landlord,” Stevie concluded, uncomfortably completing the introductions.

“Well, boys, am I also invited to the party?” Kevin asked as he moved towards the bed.

After looking at one another a little apprehensively, both Jaxon and Stevie merely shrugged their shoulders in agreement.

After Kevin had stripped, he started to take control in his inimitable fashion. As Kevin stood naked before them the anxious look on Jaxon’s face became more relaxed and was replaced by a look of horny intrigue. Jaxon had never had a threesome before, and the thought of it excited him enormously.

“Well, where were we. Oh yes, Piglet was on his stomach and you were fucking him,” Kevin uttered in a commanding voice. Jaxon let out a suppressed laugh at the mention of Stevie’s nickname. After Stevie shot Jaxon a quick look of mock annoyance, Kevin continued, “Assume your former position, boys.”

Once back on top of Stevie, Jaxon was told to widen his legs. “I want to see your dick fucking Piglet’s pucker,” Kevin ordered.

Jaxon complied and his knees pushed Stevie’s legs even wider apart. As Jaxon began his leisurely thrusting, it soon became clear to Stevie that Jaxon’s hole was under attack from the anteater. The grunts from Jaxon were incredible, as Kevin rimmed his manhole.

Kevin then issued an order to Jaxon. “Just let me know when you get too close. You only cum when I tell you to.”

After a few minutes, Jaxon announced his impending orgasm. Kevin hastily pulled Jaxon off Stevie, before ordering Stevie to move toward him and lift onto his knees. With Stevie in the doggy position at the edge of the bed, Kevin then told Jaxon to move under Stevie’s body on his back, so that he could get a close-up of Kevin’s cock fucking Stevie’s butt. Jaxon excitedly moved under Stevie to witness the promised spectacle. Once in position, he observed Kevin’s thick knob forcing its way into Stevie’s small portal. Stevie’s groans and the way Kevin’s knob speared into him, made Jaxon bristle with horniness.

Jaxon had ever only ever seen this spectacle in porn videos, but the reality of watching this live far surpassed the remoteness of this on a television screen. The smell of sex and tactile vision of anal penetration was mesmerising to Jaxon. After a minute or two, Jaxon drew Stevie’s cock into his mouth before he felt Stevie’s reciprocal gesture. Jaxon continued to watch the thick pistoning shaft above him and enjoyed the feel of Kevin’s heavy balls, slapping the top of his head. It was a surreal experience and more thrilling than anything he had formerly experienced.

When Jaxon heard Kevin grunting, he knew that an orgasm was imminent. As Kevin’s hammering became staggered, Jaxon could see cream begin to ooze out of Stevie’s hole. Next, Kevin’s cock was slowly extracted and offered to Jaxon’s mouth. After a good cleaning, Jaxon heard Kevin instruct Stevie to lower his pucker onto his mouth.

“Feed our visitor,” Jaxon heard Kevin command. As Stevie’s manhole settled on his mouth, a sustained shower of spunk began to fill his mouth. Jaxon gobbled it up thirstily.

After this initial session, Kevin offered to fetch some beers from his place. A few minutes later they were all sipping on their beers in the lounge. As they did so, Stevie enthusiastically told Kevin about his docking experience with Jaxon. Totally intrigued, Kevin said that he also wanted to try this out. Once Kevin and Jaxon’s dicks were fused, Kevin began to tug away energetically. Shortly, their heads were locked and they really commenced a robust bout of kissing. As Stevie watched them, he was very pleased that they were getting on.

At one point as their lips broke apart, Kevin barked, “I want to fuck your butt right now.”

“Fuck yeah,” Jaxon hornily replied.

Stevie was instructed to get the lube from the room and when he returned, Jaxon was already leaning on the back of the couch with his elbows. Next, Stevie watched as Kevin began to nudge his dick into Jaxon’s backside. Jaxon gasped and Kevin grunted as they got underway. Stevie also began to tug on his cock as he watched this very hot scene. Later, when Kevin lifted Jaxon’s torso and orally attacked his neck and shoulders, Stevie was intrigued by the chemistry between these two big guys. Their sensual murmurs back and forth also fascinated him. Kevin became ‘daddy,’ and Jaxon, ‘my big boy.’ Much as Stevie enjoyed watching, he began to feel somewhat excluded, totally astonished by the horny banter between the two of them.

Before long, Jaxon and Kevin moved through to the bedroom and once there, Jaxon was on his back with his legs over Kevin’s shoulders, having his butt solidly fucked. The intensity of their kissing was mindboggling, and again, Stevie just stood by and watched. When Kevin lifted his torso and started tugging on Jaxon’s dick as he continued thrusting into him, no invitation was extended to Stevie. Not long after, Kevin and Jaxon both unloaded, before they embraced like two lovers.

When they returned to the lounge Kevin asked Jaxon where he lived. Kevin then became obsessed about Jaxon moving in to this apartment block and very soon a deal had been concluded. Throughout, the two of them couldn’t keep their hands and lips off one another.

In fact, by that weekend, Jaxon was Stevie’s neighbour.

When they moved back to the bedroom more three-way action took place. Stevie got fucked by both guys and was very happy when he got consume a further helping of spunk from each of them.

After that session had ended though, Kevin suddenly became very officious and insisted that Jaxon accompany him to his apartment, to take care of the paperwork required for his lease. Unsurprisingly, Stevie did not see them again that night.

Stevie became the odd man out, thereafter. He wasn’t too upset and realised that the two of them had obviously bonded. Ever diminishing threesomes now took place in Jaxon’s apartment. Stevie almost began to feel like he was having a bone tossed at him, for having introduced them.

A week later, a miracle occurred in Kevin’s life when his wife informed him that her sister had invited her, to live with her sister, permanently. Their relationship had been shit for years and this was a blessing for Kevin. Kevin ‘kindly’ packed up all her belongings and had them sent to her. A week later Jaxon moved into Kevin’s apartment.

A month or so later, after one of their diminishing threesomes, Jaxon asked Stevie for a special favour. An old buddy from his hometown, Wiktor Kolwalczyk, had acquired work as an auto electrician in the city and needed a place to stay for a few weeks. Jaxon asked Stevie if he would put him up. Apparently, Jaxon and Wiktor had been fuck-buddies in high school, but Jaxon wasn’t sure what Wiktor’s scene was nowadays.

Stevie wasn’t really keen but simply couldn’t refuse. The second sofa in his lounge was a sleeper couch, and so he didn’t really have a valid excuse. Kevin further enforced his lover’s request, by offering a substantial rent reduction for the period of Wiktor’s stay.

On the evening of Wiktor’s arrival, dinner was arranged in Kevin’s apartment. Before that, however, Stevie sat in his apartment waiting for Jaxon to arrive with his buddy. When they finally got there, Stevie got a bit of a shock at the sight of Wiktor. Masculine as Jaxon and Kevin were, Wiktor looked like a redneck biker from hillbilly land. The word ‘rough,’ didn’t even begin to describe him. Wiktor was six-feet-four inches tall, he was lanky and scruffy, had long brown hair that he wore in a ponytail, had a scraggly beard, tattoos, and a fairly intimidating demeanour. Stevie heart just sank when he saw the guy that would be staying with him.

At dinner, the one thing that quickly became apparent was that Kevin and Wiktor weren’t going to hit it off. Most of the conversation came from Jaxon, as he nattered on about their school days. It was a rather short evening and before long, Stevie and Wiktor made their way back to Stevie’s apartment. When they sat in the lounge Wiktor produced a bottle of bourbon and insisted that Stevie join him.

“I don’t like that Kevin arsehole,” Wiktor said, with a dismissive look on his face. “I can’t believe that Jaxon has hooked up with him.”

Stevie tried to explain that Kevin was actually a nice guy, but Wiktor was having none of it.

“Why didn’t Jaxon rather hook-up with you?” Wiktor asked, with a puzzled look on his face.

Stevie then told him about how he had become the odd man out after he had introduced them.

With a laugh, Wiktor told Stevie what a cock hound Jaxon had been when they were younger, and how he had regularly fucked Jaxon. “I wonder if Jaxon still likes being spanked,” he uttered, with a snigger.

“Do you like spanking?” Stevie asked, apprehensively.

“Stevie, I’ll do anything anyone wants,” he replied. “As long as I am fucking arse or pussy, anything goes,” he concluded, matter-of-factly. Then, after a pause, he continued, “You remind me of a chick I use to fuck. She was also petite like you and a really hot little bitch... By the way, how tall are you?”

“Five-foot-four inches,” Stevie answered.

“Fuck!” I’m a cock length taller than you,” Wiktor retorted, with a laugh.

Stevie’s mind quickly made the mental calculation, wondering if he had just been informed that Wiktor had a twelve inch dick.

Uncomfortably breaking the silence, Stevie then went on to inform Wiktor that since Wiktor was as tall as he was, he could use the bed in the bedroom and that Stevie was happy to use the sleeper couch.

“Am I not your type?” Wiktor asked.

Stevie was caught off guard by the comment and just sat there looking like a deer caught in the headlights, not saying a word.

“Well, you are definitely my type and I would love to have sex with you. Besides, I haven’t had sex for about a week and could really do with a helping hand.” After a pause, allowing his words to sink in, Wiktor continued, “If you don’t enjoy it, I promise I’ll back off,” Wiktor concluded. He did, however, have a very self-confident look on his face as he observed Stevie, awaiting a response.

Stevie merely shrugged his shoulders timidly, nervously acquiescence.

After that Wiktor stood up he extended his hand to Stevie, as if summoning him. Stevie obediently arose and was presently being led off to the bedroom. “Let’s undress baby,” Wiktor said, once there.

As they both disrobed, many more tattoos revealed themselves. Wiktor wasn’t overly hairy but didn’t shave any part of his body in order to show-off his ink. Stevie had naturally observed Wiktor’s large hands earlier, but when he saw Wiktor’s large feet, his mouth almost dropped open. Wiktor’s feet were so large that they looked like two actual scuba fins. The biggest shock, however, was to follow when Wiktor dropped his underpants. Never had the word ‘dong’ been more appropriate. The uncut tusk curled toward the right and extended way down his thigh. Wiktor also had the biggest pair of low hanging balls that Stevie had ever seen.

Observing Stevie’s shocked expression, Wiktor let out a laugh and said, “Don’t worry baby, I’ve never killed anyone before.” After a brief pause, Wiktor sincerely assured Stevie that he wouldn’t hurt him.

“Why don’t you lie back on the bed and let me take care of things,” Wiktor advised him.

What followed, took Stevie to a far higher level of sensuality than he had experienced with either Kevin or Jaxon. Starting at Stevie’s feet, Wiktor first suckled Stevie’s toes as he alternated between legs, before slowly moving upward. Wiktor’s nibbling lips and electric tongue made Stevie writhe with pleasure as a northward progression took place. Stevie felt like he was in a sensual trance as his small body was worshipped. Calves, knees, and then thighs followed before his balls were encased in a warm and embracing mouth. Next, his dick was sheathed by Wiktor’s pulsating mouth.

Ever upward the suctioning lips of Wiktor progressed. Bellybutton, stomach, chest, and then nipples followed. After a while, Stevie’s left hand got orally caressed before Wiktor moved up his arm, after which, the right arm received the same treatment. Stevie’s neck then followed before his face and ears received their share of the spoils. Finally, Stevie’s mouth received the lion's share.

“Please untie your hair,” Stevie managed to request, as their lips broke apart for a moment. Removing the elastic band after briefly lifting his head, Wiktor then shook his mane loose before shrouding their heads in a curtain of thick hair. After an eternity of pleasure, Wiktor reversed his body position and anchored himself on his knees. He then pulled Stevie’s body up from under him, with the front of their torso’s touching in a reversed position. With his arms firmly encasing Stevie, he drew Stevie’s cock into his mouth. As Stevie hung off the front of Wiktor upside down, he looked downward at Wiktor’s incredible horn.

Even given Stevie’s diminutive size, Wiktor’s dick easily reached Stevie’s mouth. After sucking on the hooded head for a short while, Stevie really had to pull down hard to liberate Wiktor’s dick-head from its tight foreskin. Stevie was delighted as the elongated cock-head of Wiktor’s knob finally broke free of its confinement. As the head popped out there was a far stronger smell than Stevie had experienced with Jaxon’s uncut wonder. First inhaling the pungent odour, Stevie lips then moved over the pink head.

By now, his excitement had begun to build to such an extent that Stevie’s balls had begun to contract. Stevie forewarned Wiktor, whose only response was a prolonged “Mmmm.” With his legs shuddering in the air, Stevie let rip and shot the biggest load of his life.

After Wiktor had consumed all that he had to give, Stevie was placed back on the bed, but this time on his stomach. Next, the same procedure from before was followed as Wiktor once more leisurely moved up his body, starting at Stevie’s feet. On his upward journey, although Stevie’s buns were nibbled upon, his manhole was left alone. Ultimately, after the journey once again ended at Stevie’s head, Wiktor then finally moved down and took possession of his pucker. Much as Stevie had been entranced by the ant eating abilities of Kevin, they paled in comparison to the scraping talents of Wiktor’s teeth. Stevie almost clawed the cover off his mattress.

Having paid his dues, Wiktor’s turn had now arrived. Stevie didn’t give a shit if Wiktor ripped his arse apart. The pleasure Stevie had thus far enjoyed would be well worth the pain. Strangely, Wiktor’s entry was very comfortable and as Wiktor penetrated ever deeper, Stevie began to egg him on. “Don’t hold back, Wiktor, just fuck me.” Still, Wiktor took it easy and entered Stevie cautiously. Stevie then kept pushing his backside upward, inviting a greater intensity.

When Wiktor bottomed out and began spearing Stevie, Wiktor told Stevie that because his nuts were full, he wanted to unload in Stevie’s mouth. Wiktor‘s restraint up till now had been masterful, but Stevie was pleased when Wiktor finally began pummelling his backside meaningfully. Large as it was, Stevie was very happy that he was able to take the full length of Wiktor’s knob. A little later, Wiktor told Stevie that he was getting very close. After turning Stevie’s body over, Wiktor moved upward towards Stevie’s mouth, informing him not to swallow but simply hold the spunk in his mouth. Stevie wasn’t sure why and did not know, that his first snowballing session was about to happen.

Wiktor oozed his lava into Stevie’s mouth. He was not a blaster like Kevin but the volume was every bit as impressive. With his cum overflowing from Stevie’s mouth, Wiktor quickly repositioned his body and soon their tongues were churning Wiktor’s spunk. The sensation was unbelievable. Very slowly, the entire load of jizz was consumed by both of them.

Shortly after, Stevie’s legs were placed over Wiktor’s shoulders before he was again penetrated. Although the intensity of this position was far more extreme, by now Stevie was literally begging Wiktor to abuse his hole. Their second session was far quicker. Stevie commenced yanking on his knob like a madman when Wiktor announced he was about to cum. Stevie’s body was practically convulsing as he unloaded, moments before Wiktor shot his second load.

Apologetically, Wiktor announced that he was exhausted after a long day of travelling and really needed some sleep. Sated, they were both off in slumber land, minutes later.

Over the next two weeks, they did not receive dinner invitations from Kevin and Jaxon. No invitations were extended either. Whenever they saw one another, however, their encounters were very cordial.

Stevie constantly wondered about Wiktor’s longevity and was relieved on a daily basis, when no mention was made about alternative accommodation. After being sidelined by Kevin and Jaxon, Stevie was a little sensitive and apprehensive.

Two weeks later, after one of their love making sessions, Wiktor apologised for not having done anything about getting another place to live, making the excuse that things at work had just been very hectic. Casually, Stevie replied that it really wasn’t a problem and that Wiktor could stay as long as he liked.

Wiktor’s reply was like music to his ears. “I really feel very strongly about you and would like to make our relationship more permanent… if you don’t mind having me around.”