scorpio9er: fauconier:One day on our lunch break, some co-workers and I were talking about weekend
scorpio9er: fauconier: One day on our lunch break, some co-workers and I were talking about weekend plans, and Mike said he wanted to “just fuck all weekend,” and I joked that he’d need a cockring to be able to do that. He had never heard of a cockring, so I had to explain it. Everyone was laughing and saying how their dicks are always hard and that they’d never need one. The next week, one day after work I was changing clothes and putting my gear in my locker, and Mike walked in with a stupid grin on his face. “You know that ring thing you were talking about last week?” he asked. “You mean a cockring? Yeah, I remember. Did you actually fuck all weekend?” I laughed. “Nah, dude, not all weekend, but I did buy one of those rings at the porno shop out by the airport.” “Dude!” I laughed, “I doubt you need one of those, but did you try it?” “Kinda. I put it on, and it did keep my dick harder, but I haven’t fucked with it yet to see if I cum harder. I don’t want my girlfriend to see it until I know if it works.” “So just jack off while you’re wearing it, man.” I suggested. “It’s not the same,” he said. “I never shoot as hard when I’m jacking off, and I’ve done that a few times.” “Well, I guess you’re either gonna have to fuck her in total darkness or show it to her,” I said. “Or,” he said, “since you know about these things, you can help me out. I put it on right before coming in here, and it’s already working…” I could see the growing bulge in his jeans as he ran his hand over it. “I’ve also learned that once I get hard, my dick doesn’t just go down, even after I jack off. I don’t know if I’m wearing it right. I thought maybe you could take a look for me,” he said quietly. “Dude, it’s just a ring that you put your dick through. I’m sure you’ve got it on right,” I smiled. He started to open his jeans, “Just take a look and tell me if it’s the right size and on right,” he said. “You know about this shit, and I don’t wanna break my fuckin’ dick.” He seemed genuinely concerned. “OK, man, I’ll take a look if it makes you feel better.” I was still sitting on the bench by my locker, and he stepped closer and turned toward me. He opened his jeans, pushed them and his boxers down a bit, reached in, and hauled out his almost completely hard, very big, long, thick cock with a large, heavy cockring at the base. “Holy fuck, dude,” I said with surprise. “What’s wrong?” be quickly asked with concern. “Nothing is fuckin’ wrong, dude, you’ve just got a huge fuckin’ dick! It’s fuckin’ big without a cockring!” I could not stop staring at it. Swollen, rigid, thick, and I could see the veins pulsing. “Girls don’t complain,” he said, “but the cockring gets really tight…” “Dude, you’ve got it on right, and it’s working. Any cockring on that big dick is gonna be tight. Your dick must feel thicker and harder to you. I can see how hard it is.” “Yeah, it definitely feels thicker when I’m jacking it, but now it won’t go down until after I get off.” “You’re gonna have a tough time getting that monster back in your jeans and walking out of here,” I laughed. “Unless you help me out,” he said. “I still don’t know if I cum harder…” He grabbed his dick at the base, wrapped his hand around his thick meat, slowly stroked it, and pointed it at me. I looked up at him. “Dude,” I said, “you’re gonna have to figure that out for yourself.” “We all know you’re a cocksucker,” he said, “I see the way you’re looking at my dick, and I know you wanna suck it. I wanna know if this cockring makes me cum harder, and when you blow me we’ll both find out.” He was stroking his dick up and down, his big balls moving gently back and forth. “You don’t tell anyone, fuckin’ no one,” I said. “I knew you’d suck my dick,” he said as he moved closer, his big cock nearing my face. “Now show me what this cockring can do.” His swollen dick head brushed across my lips. “Suck it,” he said. I looked up and made eye contact, then opened my mouth. “That’s it,” he smiled and put the head between my lips. “Suck that big fuckin’ dick for me. Show me what you can do and get me off.” I started to suck his thick cock, slowly getting the head and shaft wet, taking more into my mouth gradually, going further down each time. It was a big, thick mouthful, and I knew I would struggle to take it all. He moaned as I sucked more and got it slick with my spit, my lips sliding up and down the shaft, my tongue flicking around the head. “Yeah, you’re a good cocksucker. Feels fuckin’ good,” he said. I felt a hand on the back of my head. “Take it,” he said as he pushed my head down on his dick, “see how much of that fat dick you can swallow, man.” I tried to take more. I felt the large head pushing at the back of my throat, and I choked. He paused a moment, then pushed my head down again, trying to get as much cock into my mouth and throat add he could. I looked up, and he was watching me sucking his dick. He smiled when he saw me looking up. “You like my dick, don’t you?” he asked. I nodded and moaned. “You want my load, don’t you?” he asked. I nodded and moaned. “Take my fuckin’ dick, cocksucker,” he said while pushing down on the back of my head again. I opened my mouth wide and relaxed as much as I could as he kept pushing his cock in further. He watched his dick sliding into my mouth. The head pressed at the back of my throat, and I tried to swallow, then it slipped through and sunk deeper. His cock was sliding into my throat, my mouth open wide, my lips around his thick shaft. He continued to push his cock into my face, and soon my nose was in his thick pubes, my chin against his balls. “Damn!” he said, “you’ve got my whole fuckin’ cock in your throat. Fuck yeah!” My body shuddered and I needed air. He started to slide his cock back out, covered and dropping with spit. I gasped for air when just the head was in my mouth. “Take it again, man, deepthroat that fucker. Make me cum.” He had both hands on my head now, holding my face in place while he fucked my mouth, and every few strokes he would pull my head down on his massive cock and push it deep into my throat. I was learning how to relax and let it slide past the back of my throat and go further. Spit was running down my chin, and I could taste precum when he paused with his dick head in my mouth. I moaned every time his cock pulled back out of my throat. “You want me to cum? You want to swallow my load? You like sucking this big dick?” he said while fucking my face. I could only nod and moan, my mouth so full of thick, hard cock. “I’m close, cocksucker. I’m gonna fuckin’ cum for ya. Take this big dick, make me fuckin’ cum.” He pulled my head all the way down on his cock again and held me there for a few seconds, then started to fuck my mouth again. “Fuck! That’s it, man, suck my fuckin’ cock! I’m gonna fuckin’ cum! Gonna cum in your fuckin’ mouth, cocksucker!” And the first shot of hot cum exploded from his even thicker, harder cock and filled my mouth. I moaned and tightened my lips, sucking, licking, swallowing. “Fuck! Damn!” he shouted as his cock continued to spew jizz into my mouth and throat I gulped and swallowed, the cum almost flowing in a thick stream into my mouth. He must have shot jizz for more than 15 seconds, I swallowed so much and so many times. As his orgasm slowed, he relaxed his grip on my head but kept his cock in my mouth. “Get is all, man, suck it all out,” he said. I kept sucking lightly, licking the length of the shaft and around the head. Cum still slowly oozing from the slit for me to lap up. His cock was still thick and hard, the cockring worked well for him. “See how long it takes for my dick to go down?” he asked, looking down at me with his cock still in my mouth. “It’s a great boner, but it lasts fuckin’ forever.” I keep sucking lightly and slowly for a minute while he relaxed and came down from his powerful orgasm. “That’s it, dude,” he said while pulling his slowly softening cock from my mouth. I wiped my face of with my hand, licked my lips, and swallowed again. The taste of cum still filled my mouth. I looked up and asked, “Did the cockring work? Did you cum harder?” He was stuffing his dick back into his jeans, still engorged, still wearing the cockring. “Yeah, I came pretty hard. That was good.” “That was a lot of fuckin’ cum, man. I’d say that was great.” “You’re a good cocksucker, dude, but I still don’t know if I cum harder when I fuck…” he said with a grin, then he buttoned his jeans and turned away. “Guess we’ll have to figure that out another time,” he said as he walked out of the locker room. I miss my friends at school -- source link