It's Saturday night. I'm at a gay nudist party. Technically, the group isn't a sex club. If a guy just wants to hang out with other naked guys, he can do that. But, at most parties, there's a room with gay sex videos playing and live men playing with each other—hand jobs, blow jobs, butt fucking, whatever.
I'm standing near the video room's back wall, idly stroking my boner and watching the action, when a man I've never seen before walks in. I forget about the video and the guys having sex on the floor and just stare at him. He stands at the door, smiling as he surveys the room.
Even dressed, he'd be attention-getting. He's a big black bodybuilder with skin the color of chocolate milk and the face of an angel. I'm tall, rugged-looking, and moderately athletic, but he makes me look tiny. He's four inches taller and 40 pounds heavier than me. It's all muscle—arms, legs, chest, butt—all bulging muscles, more machine than flesh.
But he isn't dressed. He's naked. Totally, gloriously naked, showing every detail of his magnificently sculpted body. His body, except for his tight buzz cut, is hairless. He probably gets it waxed, but I'm not thinking about that or the obsessive workouts required to build and maintain those amazing muscles.
His cock is long and thick, with a broad, deeply furrowed, plow-head. Not all black men are well hung, but this giant bodybuilder has the biggest tool I've ever seen. It's semi-soft, hanging down in front of his bare balls. I want to see how quickly I can make it fully hard, but you don't just go grab a guy's dick, even in the sex room.
I keep stroking my boner while I smile at him. It's bigger than average, although nowhere near the size of the black stud's mammoth tool. It was already hard, but it's gotten a lot harder since he came in. He smiles back as he looks me over. I guess he likes what he sees. He hasn't touched his cock, but it's growing and swelling.
He comes over and introduces himself and we talk a bit. His name's Fred and this is his first gay nudist party. I've stopped playing with my dick, but it stays hard. He keeps looking at my crotch. His cock gets longer and thicker. It's starting to stand out from his body when I kiss him.
Fred kisses me back. He's a really good kisser—tender but aggressive. He grinds his now-stiff rod into my crotch and his big hands knead my buttocks. I fondle his bulging pecs and oversized arms while my tongue dances against his. I have to stand on tip-toe to kiss him properly. I'm a big guy, but he makes me feel small and helpless. That's exciting.
I want Fred to bend me over and stick his giant cock up my ass. That's a scary thought. I'm usually a top and I've never taken a dick anywhere near as big as his. I know it'll hurt—a lot—but I'm still ready to do it.
Fred wraps a big hand around my stiff dick and I grip his swollen pole. I can't close my fingers around its thickness. We stand face to face, stroking each other's hard rods and kneading each other's balls.
"You've got a nice cock." Fred runs his closed fist up and down my stiff shaft and pinches my swollen cock-head between his thumb and index finger. His other hand cups my balls, squeezing them almost hard enough to hurt while running his index finger over the little patch of skin between my ball sack and butt crack.
"So do you." I grip his shaft with both hands, one over the other like I'm holding a baseball bat. His giant plow-shaped cock-head and the upper inch of his shaft stick out from my closed hands. While he jacks my stiff dick, I stroke his rigid shaft with one hand while fondling his cock-head with the other.
Fred is so big and overpoweringly masculine. He's like RoboCop, but made of warm flesh and muscle. I'm ready for him to take charge—to push me to my knees and order me to suck his giant cock, then to bend me over and take me from behind. I'm normally dominant, so I love men who force me to be submissive.
So Fred surprises me by falling to his knees and taking my hot rod in his mouth. He fucks his own face, bobbing rapidly over my cock, squeezing my nuts, and fingering my crack. If he's trying to get me heated up for his cock in my ass, it's working really well.
I'm getting close to coming. That's not in my plans for Fred. Not this soon and not in his mouth, as sexy as that is.
Fred lets me go right before I push him away. He lies on his back on the shag-carpeted floor and folds his legs against his chest, showing off his magnificently sculpted buttocks and hot little asshole. "Fuck me now. Please."
