An Ass to Die For

A scene with a small, or shoot, even average sized penis just doesn't have the same appeal as a scene with a great big swollen piece of meat. I don't know what the appeal of it is to strait guys. To me, I felt a longing hurt staring at that huge beautiful penis fucking that girl's mouth. I identified so strongly with the girl, I sat there wishing I were her. She was pretty, but truthfully not quite as pretty as I was.

Still, I was 18, a boy, and not fully aware of the complicated issues of my sexuality. My dick was straining against my pants and I was terrified I would cum right there just from the thrill of watching. Being that age is very strange and its hard to get back in the mindset, but I distinctly recall being afraid of what Justin would think if he saw that I had a hard on.

I shouldn't have worried. As the man on the screen pulled out and shot his thick, milky load all over that hot slut's face I felt something hot and wet hit my shoulder. I turned and saw Justin sitting there in the beanbag. Towel off, legs wide open, huge, meaty dick in his hand covered in cum. There was cum on my shoulder.

Justin laughed a stoned laugh and stood up, hit cock three quarters full and hanging there at eye level in front of my face. He held his cum covered hand in front of my face and said "Want a taste bitch?" he paused for a couple of beats.

"Just kidding of course. I just say that to my girls after I fuck them. I thought it was funny. Sorry about that man. Bad frat house manners." He said.

"That's all right." I managed, still totally high, still totally transfixed on watching this uninhibited boy wiping his dick, exposing himself to me full frontally with absolutely zero inhibitions. He might have been kidding, but I wasn't. I had been about two seconds away from licking.