I've always considered myself to be straight because of my strong attraction to girls with thick asses and big tits. I'm a 26-year-old very good looking guy and I've never had an issue with getting girls. I'm about 6 feet tall, 190 pounds, pretty built, and I have a very attractive face. I'm not a bullshitter and I'm not being arrogant. I'm just being honest. When I was 22 years old, I was just like any other guy my age (or any age, for that matter). I was obsessed with watching porn. I loved to be able to look up my favorite categories on porn sites and fantasize about being involved in the action. While I have always enjoyed browsing a wide range of porn, my favorite category has always been blowjobs. I just love to watch a girl on her knees pleasing a big cock and taking the guy's load.
After watching many of these types of videos, I steadily found myself focusing more and more on the guy's thick cock and big balls. At first, I tried to deny the fact that I was attracted to cock. But as time went on, I found myself focusing more and more on the guys' equipment in the videos. Not only did I love to look at cock, but I also developed a kind of obsession with big balls. There is something about a big set of shaved balls that fascinates me and I am not sure why. It is one thing to have a taboo fantasy of sucking another guy off, but it's another thing to muster up the courage to act on it. Luckily, I did not have to put much effort into making this fantasy a reality...
It was the summer after my senior year of college. Just like many other young adults graduating college, I was somewhat nervous about being a full-fledged "grown up" and finding a decent job. After all, I still enjoyed binge drinking on the weekends and smoking a little pot on a regular basis. I spent a few weeks after graduation trying to hunt down a job that wasn't very far away from my home town. My plan was to live at home with my parents for awhile so I could save up some money and gain some experience in my field before making any major moves.
Anyway, I was having a difficult time finding what I was looking for, so I decided to call my uncle and ask him if I could work for him temporarily until I had a chance to get my career going. My uncle has always been pretty well off considering he owns his own construction business and he was always glad to let me work when I needed money. I knew that the work wouldn't be easy, but I needed to have some kind of income for the time being. I had worked for my uncle every summer since I was about 15 years old, so I wasn't really scared of hard work. I have always been close with my uncle and I still look up to him to this day.
Greg was a bricklayer and worked for my uncle for many, many years. Over the years of working long summers with him, we developed a good relationship and worked very well together. At the time, he was 32 years old and was divorced a few years prior. Greg was a "macho" kind of guy who may have been a little arrogant at times, but he was a kind person overall and got along with everybody. In high school, he was a star athlete and the homecoming king. He was just the type of guy that you had to respect. Over the years, Greg became not only a good friend, but a mentor to me. I looked forward to working with him again.
Work was pretty exhausting for the first few weeks, but I didn't mind. I was getting paid pretty well and I got a good workout in the process. From the start, Greg and I developed a routine. I would drive 10 minutes to his house every morning before work and ride with him to the job site. While he never really asked me for gas money, I gave him some every Friday just to show him that I appreciated the rides. The job site was about 45 minutes away, so we always had plenty of time to shoot the breeze and share stories while on the road. He loved to tell stories about his younger days (particularly during his 20's) and I was always intrigued. His favorite subject was all of the girls he slept with. Greg was a good looking, charismatic guy so there was no reason for me to believe he was lying. I really enjoyed listening to him talk about all of the skanks he would take home and bang. He would get into graphic detail about all of the things he'd do with them and he was very good at explaining these situations.
Greg would always make a point to tell me how women loved sleeping with him because he was packing some large equipment. From story to story, this detail always stuck with me and I found myself becoming very curious about it. Whenever he would talk about it on the drive home, I found myself getting extremely aroused and I would just picture what his big cock looked like in my mind. I never made this curiousty known to Greg, though, because I was afraid he would think I was a total fag. The last thing I needed was anyone finding out that I was curious about cock.
It was finally Friday. After a long week of work, I was pretty exhausted and ready to get out of my filthy work clothes. After our crew finished cleaning up the jobsite, it was time to head out. I hopped into Greg's truck and we were on our way. I wasn't really looking forward to the long ride home.
Upon arriving at Greg's house to get my car, Greg parked his truck and said "You know what? It's been a long week. I think I'm going to tip back a few beers tonight." I smiled and said "you read my mind!"
"I have a case of Bud at the house. You're free to stop over and polish it off with me if you don't have anything going on tonight."
"Sounds like a plan!" I replied. "I'm gonna head home and get a quick shower. I'll text you when I'm on my way back out." I was probably just going to head down to the bar tonight and waste a bunch of money on overpriced drinks anyway, so this seemed like a better option for the night.
I took the 10 minute drive home and began getting ready. My mind was racing. I wondered if somehow, my fantasy of sucking a cock would become a reality tonight. I knew that it was a long shot because I had no idea if he would actually be into that. If it did happen, would I like it? If I ended up liking it, would it lead to anything more?
On a side note, girls and guys alike have told me throughout my life that I have a nice bubble butt. Although I have a very thin waist, my butt sticks out pretty far and jiggles a little when I walk. Whenever I would get into one of my cock-craving moods while masturbating, I got into the habit of playing with my ass. As I did this more often throughout time, I decided to completely shave my legs and ass clean so I could feel how smoothe it was. The first time I shaved, I looked at my butt in the mirror and saw exactly what people had been telling me. I had a perfect, plump girl's butt.
Since I was unsure of what the night held for me, I decided to hop in the shower and completely shave my pubes, ass, and legs. I loved the way it felt when I was shaved smoothe. My butt just looked too damn good like this! Upon finishing, I rubbed a generous amount of lotion over my butt and legs to battle any chance of razor burn and to also leave my skin feeling extra soft.
I couldn't wait to catch a buzz. I knew that Greg wasn't gay, but in the back of my mind I was hoping that I would somehow get a little peek of his cock at some point during the night. After all of the stories he told about having such a beautiful cock, I at least wanted to see if it was true. When I was about 5 minutes from his place, I texted him to let him know I was almost there.
Before I had a chance to get to the door, Greg came outside to greet me. As he approached me, I couldn't help but take a quick glance down. He had on a plain white t-shirt and a pair of white athletic shorts. Maybe I was seeing things, but it didn't look like he had any underwear on under the shorts because his bulge was clearly visible and it looked like his cock was swaying freely with every step toward me. I quickly looked back up because I didn't want to make it obvious that I noticed. "What's up man?!" he said pretty loudly. I could tell he already slammed a few beers.
Greg's house was not huge by any means, but it was pretty well put together. He had a massive TV in the living room set up in front of a couch and his La-Z-Boy. I took a seat on the couch, and Greg made his way to the kitchen. "You want a beer, bud?" He asked.
"Absolutely!" I said with excitement. As he walked toward me with beer in hand, I tried my best not to stare at his dangling package. I could clearly see the details of his flaccid cock through his shorts. It looked pretty long and the way it bounced around had a hypnotic effect on me. You could tell that he also had a pretty big set of balls hanging below because of how thin his shorts were. After snapping out of my trance, I grabbed the beer and awkwardly thanked him. He just kind of smiled and sat in his chair. I could feel myself getting a little red. I'm not sure if he noticed me looking or not.
