I met Ivan during college during biology classes were he was already playing the trumpet in multiple orchestras as a student. We bonded really well. He was quite tall, 1m84 - (6ft) -, he's half ukrainian half russian and grew up in France. He would sleep at my place almost once a month, smoked weed and we would generally end up watching dumb movies and drink tons of beer. I told him I was bi and really enjoyed my time with men, which he was curious about but always reminded me, in a bitter way, that he was only into girls.
Recently, most of our nights consisted in him lamenting over his sexless life, his loneliness and lack of goal in life. I liked listening to his talks about how dating is horrible (especially online), how he does not have any social cues with women and does not stand a chance compared to typical french guys with confidence. Yeah, he really was feeling depressed about his lack of action. I felt bad for him so I tried my best to give him support. I would listen to him, give hime advices, hug him and play games with him until the end of the night. We were kinda close, joking a lot about sexual stuff, and were very tactile with eachother, it was lika a natural thing for us. Those were fun times
After college however, Ivan was transfered to an other city in France and kept touring with his orchestra in other countries so we did not get the chance to see each other for a long time. Three years in total. I later re-connected with him as I was about to end my time at college and proposed him to reunite at our old favorite bar. This led to us talking about life and envetually agreeing on a meeting.
Once we finally met again, Ivan was a new man. At twenty seven years old, he was bulkier, with defined pecs and nice bulging arms. His blond hait were cut very very short. He explained to me that he joined the army as a non-commissioned military, and that required some regular tests, including swimming, runs, gym... He really started enjoying his training routine and kept improving. He basically told me that they were paid to play music, learn to shoot and go to the gym. This sounded like a great deal honestly. He was also much happier on the surface, telling me stories about his friends from the military base in Versailles. He decribed all his roomates (they were seven sharing the small dormitory) with passion and all the mad stuff they got to do.
We bought some beers and continued our talk at my place. He undressed pretty quickly, keeping his blue boxers and a white tank top that the army gave him. I commented on the tank top, saying he looked sexy in it, he laughed it off and said that they don't last very long sadly. He was really looking nice in them, his arms were even more defined, and his chest was impressive. He saw me looking at him and asked if he looked better now. "You have no idea man" I replied. He seemed happy about my answer and then told me that he sadly was still struggling with dating.
We got to the couch and he began to smoke while complaining :
"It's been six years man. Six years since I got some action with a chick. I've lost hope man, really. I can't find the courage to talk to them. It's such a tiresome experience. Plus I have even less time between the gym, the music and all the chores at the base. I hate online dating, they keep ghosting me man, I don't know what to do to make them stick with me longer than two or three hours... Plus all my photos are terrible and are like 4 years old already. I don't have the skills bro."
I tried to reassure him, and promised to help him find someone online :
"Dude, you're going to get so much pussy with this body now! Take some new pictures, write a new bio and be honest about your needs. Trust me, you are not the only one struggling with dating." It was true, I've met so many guys in college that were dealing with this problem. "Girls are very picky this days, and you can't blame them."
"I don't know, it's just simplier to jerk off right now. I'm tired with rejection."
"Dude no... you have to try your luck with someone. You need to be more confident about yourself and engage conversation with people at parties...You look awsome now, really! Plus you have a good job and you get to play music in big orchestras around the world. If this is not working then I don't know what will actually do it."
He let some time pass by, slowly nodding, letting my words sink in. Then the conversation changed a bit :
"What about you man, I always talk too much! Tell me about you! You're still gay right?"
"I swing both ways man! you know it" I said laughing, giving him a punch on the side.
"Yeah sorry... I mean, it's the best really. You can date anyone! I wich I could be like you..."
"It's not that simple. I only had some action with dudes for the past years."
Ivan seemed to ponder on this.
"Is it better with a guy? How is it? Do you get fucked?" He was staring at something in the distance, kinda lost in his mind.
"I usually top, but I love sucking a good dick from time to time."
That made him laugh a little. I liked our conversations. No taboos, no fear of hurting the other, just truth all round. I noticed him resting his right hand on his bulge, and gently moving it from time to time. This was an old habit of him.
"And yeah... I actually felt that it was better. My ex girlfriend was petite, you remember?"
"Yeah, Lisa right? She was asian right?"
"Yes, she was way too small for me. Sex was no fun I tell you. Plus I was the one doing all the work as she was so shy in bed... Culture thing I guess. She didn't like sucking."
"Haha, poor guy. I would kill for a blowjob right now! But hum... do you like taking dicks in your mouth? Bet it tastes awfull right?"
"Not the best but I actually liked to swallow."
Ivan finished smoking and asked me for another beer in the fridge. I obliged.
"Man, if a girl gets down on me I'm gonna burst in 5 seconds total. I've lost all stamina that's for sure." He said, smirking.
"Wanna bet?"
He didn't sem to hear me and squeezed his large bulge in his boxers. I couln't help but notice it growing and growing.
"I really need to fuck right now. Can I use your bathroom bro?"
I decided to try my luck. After all those years, I felt that this was the best moment he ever gave to me. I needed to try. At least once.
"You could use me instead man."
He was about to stand up, but his laugh made him stop. He was not taking me seriously.
"Dude wtf, you serious bro?"
"If you want to, I could just suck you off right now."
"Meh... no thanks I'm not wired that way bro. I'd never cum."
"You sure about that?" I paused, letting him some time to reflect on this. "What do you usually do to jerk off?"
"I watch some porn..."
"What kind?"
"Well, I like... usually I have a playlist with my favorite chicks. I like POV videos where we can see their big ass bouncing on the guy's dick." I saw his now massive bulge pulsing in his boxers while he said that.
"Nice, so what about you watch some porn and I could do the work for you? No strings attached, just me helping you out."
"Bro... this is getting weird. I don't know. I'm not into dudes, you know that right "
"Sure, but just watch the video and imagine it's the girl sucking you off."
"This is fucked up man..." He sighed.
He rested his head on the couch thinkning and drunk some beer. He seemed to have a deep fight with himself.
"Just relax and let me take care of you. You can stop whenever you want. Just try it once."
Suddenly, his hand left his bulge and I saw his massive dick on the side, almost ticking out of his boxers.
"You know what, who fucking cares. I really need to blow right now. You better be good bro."
He fetched for his phone and began browsing for some porn. He positionned himself deep in the couch, his hairy and strong legs spread, letting me a full access to his bulge.
"Pick your favorite porn and stick to it. I'm doing the rest."
"Yeah yeah ok." He seemed very unshure but also excited by the situation.
His eyes were now glued to the screen. Soon, I began to hear some tipycal high pitched moans from a girl. I kinda hate those over produced porn videos with fake moans, but I guess some people enjoy them.
I stared to his beautiful body for a minute, not sure where to begin things. My eyes were glued to his pecs, barely contained by his military tank top. They were massive and I could see two tasty looking nipples under th fabric. I salivated thinking about sucking on them but I guess he didn't want any of that - at least no now.
"You're going to suck it tomorow?"
I laughed a little and began caressing his legs, they were so impressive, strong and manly now. It's like he had become some gymrat in just a few years. I was really enjyoying my time. I massaged him until I reached his bulge and began to rub his big dick.
I noticed his plaid boxers had two small buttons. I hesitated a moment but saw that Ivan was still entirely focused on the porn and didn't seem to want to remove them. I tugged at the waistband but he interrupted me:
"Can I can keep them on?"
I guess he felt a bit awkward and didn't want me to see more of his boddy. Or maybe he used to jerk off in them?
I obliged and opened the buttons. This got me really excited. I was kinda sad to not see him fully naked, but him being in his tank top and boxers was still so sexy. It was like opening a present at Christmas. I fetched for his dick in his now opened boxers. It was not an easy task as it was kinda stuck on the side.
"Damn, your hands are cold!"
"Sorry..." I usually had cold hands and feet, and the night was really cold too. HIs body however was very hot.
"Don't talk please."
He didn't want to hear my more masculine voice I suppose, so I obliged and kept quiet. Eventually, I managed to get his dick out through the opening and wow... what a sight. It was already pretty hard, uncut as most europeans, around 18cm (7 inches), with a nice thickness and a beautifull head, already oozing precum. I wanted to compliment his dick to give him some confidence, but I kept it to myself and began licking the precum slowly.
He instanty moaned. I licked again, from head to the base of his pole, multiple times. I was going to enjoy this dick so much. I also started massaging his two big balls still trapped in his boxers. I had to give him the full service, so I grabbed his jewels, pull them through the fabric and began licking them too. His scent was strong. A mix between sweat, and body lotion.
Fuck, they seemed delicious and full. I couldn't resist. I grabbed his balls (that made him jump a little bit) and took both of them in my mouth. I love doing that. They were a good mouthfull, and I began massaging them with my mouth and my tongue.
"Damn... no chick has ever done that too me! Keep going." He finally seemed to relax this time.
I bathed his beautifull globes for a long moment, enjoying the bitterness, the salt of sweat on them. He never quit looking at his phone, but his eyes were getting shut from time to time, due to the pleasure.
"Damn, keep sucking on my balls babe."
I savoured his package for a wile, only focused on pleasuring him. Enventually, I wanted to taste th full package so I stopped. His balls fell from my mouth with a "pop" sound.
His cock was now fully hard and almost 8 inches. It was massive and pulsed from time to time with precum. I was stunned by his monster of a cock.
"Fuck..."
"What's up? You're not gonna suck it? He asked, unsure.
It was both impressive and fascinating. His dickhead was pretty big too. I started to ponder on my ability to take him.
"Hey, I'm dying over here. Can you please do it? "
He sounded so desperate. Poor guy really needed a release so I dove deep. The deepest I could. His head pressed onto the entrance of my throat, but I was far from having the whole thing inside. I still lacked a couple inches.
He really liked me trying because he groaned with a deep sexy voice. I tried to stay deep for some time, then took his dick out and focused on his glans for a while. I put my lips over the head and let my tongue savour the precum that was oozing out from time to time. I started off slowly, I wanted to enjoy this perfect cock as much as possible. With my hands massaging his balls, I let my head bob up and down his shaft until his head was touching the enrance of my throat. I gagged a bit but remained as quite as possible.
"This feels great babe. I't been so long. Your mouth is so warm." He kept calling me babe.
As I was sucking him slow and deep, I tried going further and further with each try, but his head was always stuck at some point. I don't know how much time I blew him like that, maybe 5 or 7 minutes, but I began to feel some pain in my mouth. This was the biggest dick I ever had. I really wanted to please him so I forced myself and tried to ignore the pain. I changed the angle, varied the speed and tried to make his head as wet as possible to help it slide further.
Eventually, I took one of his hands and placed it on my head. At first he was surprised and didn't know what to do, but then he understood what I wanted and guided me slowly on his dick. Ivan was still a bit shy but he eventually started controlling the pace. I rose slowly, sucking on his shaft with joy and he would push me back down until his glans was at my throat's openning. Little pressure on me, so I encouraged him and made his hand force me down multiple times, deeper and deeper. Something must have changed in his mind because he began to be more dominant with me.
"Oh you really are a hungry slut right?" He seemed to really enjoy the dirty talk.
He forced my head deep with his strong hands. I could see his big arms flexing each time. His moans were getting heavier too. He sped up progressively and I begun tro struggle to breathe. I didn't care, I was so much into him right now, I wanted him to use me as a fleshlight. Pure and simple.
"Fuck, you're going so deep babe, not gonna last long!"
I paused a bit, focusing on his dickhead, applying some pressure to milk his precum. It was bitter and already thick. I wanted to take him even further. Sadly, I struggled to actually get his head past my throat. Then I had an idea. Once more, I guided him : I went down to his cock, as far as I could, and then forced myself with his hand on my head. It was painfull, weird, and I thought his fat head would never enter, but then, he got the clue and applied a great deal of pressure on my head. Suddenly, his dick got way past my uvula and seemed to expand even more into my painfull throat. My nose got into the fabric of his boxers, my chin pressed against his balls.
"Holly shit babe you can take it all. Fuuuck.... That's the best feeling ever!"
I couldn't breathe or even move, but I saw his other hand letting go the phone and grabbing my head. I had won. The porn was still playing, adding some female vocals to the moment, but I knew I had him fully hooked.
I gagged hard several times and had to get some air, he let me take a break for a few seconds. His eyes were shut, he seemed deeply focused on his fantasy. Eventually, I felt both his hands applying more pressure on my head. His dick forced his passage through my throat, I choked, hard, but he insisted. My throat let him past once more.
"Can't believe you can actually deepthroat! No other girl ever did that to me. Not too hard bab?"
He didn't let me answer, instead, he fucked himself slowly in the deepest parts of my gullet. I had never felt so much invasion of my own body. It felt unreal, and sexy. I gagged hard again, he released some pressure and his dick got back at the entrance of my throat. He fucked very slow again, his massive head stretching my poor throat again and again. The russian stud was literally edging himself in my throat.
"You're such a pro babe... I'm so close. Gonna need to fuck this throat harder though. Ready?"
Again, he didn't let me answer and buried his cock 8 inch monster in my airpipe, and began bouncing my head on his entire dick. My saliva was all over his balls, my nose began to drip, I was in trance, not sure if I could eat after such a rough treatment. But I had to last. For him. For giving him what he had missed all thos years.
He throatfucked me deep, and kept getting faster. His dick stiffened and got even bigger with time. When I chocked too much, he would let me breathe a little, and then would go back at wrecking me. Ivan made the sexiest deep groans each time he bucked into me balls deep. I was his cocksleeve, his sextoy for tonight and I couldn't be happier about it. And then his grip on my head got stronger.
"Shit! I'm fucking cumming! Fucking cumming... in your throat babe! Ah!" He shouted, almost in pain.
He lasted a couple more trusts and then forced his dick all the way down my gulltet with his strongest move yet. My upper lip was pressed against one of the buttons of his boxers, the lower rested against his ballsack. I swear I actually felt his sack bounce. It was so heavy and it felt as if days of pressures were released into me. I felt the pulse go through his whole dick, from his balls up to his massive head that was blocking my trachea. It expanded, making me choke hard, but I couldn't move a bit even if I wanted as his big arms were forcing me down.
The first cumshot was so strong I felt about throwing up. It was so ample and massive. I felt a warm gooey liquid go down my gullet.
He lifted my head slightly and I thought he wanted to blast the rest of his seed outside or in my mouth but soon, he plunged my head back onto his dick and groaned.
"Fuuuuk..."
I felt a second blast of cum, even more powerfull than the first one, it coated my throat full. Now I understood. This hung military dick had a very slow pattern of blasting his cum. Every two or three seconds, a powerful jet was released and he was making sure I was ballsdeep on his cock when it happened.
"Fuuuck babe take it!"
He blasted deep a third time, then another one, and another one. He repeated his gesture, making sure each time he fed me his cum, his glans would be shooting more hot cum in my throat. I lost count of his blasts and felt it accumulate in my gullet, completely flooding it. Soon, I could not hold it and had to cough a little, some landed on his pubes, but most got in my nose and starte to drip. The taste was strong, bitter and the texture was very thick. I never saw cum looking so white. He really needed this release. His jets were now separated by four of five seconds. They were less intense but I could still feel his veins pulse each time.
"Fuuuuck, still cumming."
His orgasm kept going, I was suffocating. In a attempt to breathe through my nose, I inspired deeply but only felt cum going down. It was everywhere. His balls contracted again and again. This man could produce so much cum and I was addicted
"Swallow this shit... swallow it!"
I laughed inside, as most of his hot cum was injected way past my uvula so I didn't have anything to do. It was directly forced in my stomach. I could feel its warmness invading my upper body. It felt reconforting, natural and safe.
Eventually his strong hands let go and I managed to finally take deep breath and had to pause for a moment to regain my senses.
"Fuck..." he said simply. As exausted as I was. "You drained me so hard.
I had trouble talking, his semen was still partly stuck in my throat and nose. He opened his eyes, exhausted, and brought his hands up behind his head, awkwardly looking at me.
"Damn... that was insane. Sorry for cumming like that but... so good."
I nodded, completely lost. My mouth was paralyzed by the pain.
"Didn't think I would cum with you sucking me but that felt great. Thanks man, really appreciate the effort. Plus you swallowed."
He got his dick and balls back into his boxers, closed the porn, laid down and relaxed. He scrolled on his phone casually, like nothing had happened. I had to go to the bathroom to clear my nose from his cum. He didn't comment, he just stayed on the couch, legs spread out just like before.
I went in bed with him and fell in sleep pretty quickly, still very hard, while he was checking some sports competitions on his phone (tennis I think).
"Good night bro, thanks again. I owe you" he said.
"'Night' man!" I replied.
I was happy: he seemed releaved.
I had an awsome dream that night. We were in an old building, between classes, listening to music on his phone. We were making jokes, fighting a bit, commenting on girls. It was a mix of memories I think.
I woke up with a very wet underwear... He was already on his phone.
"Get up man I'm hungry as hell" He ordered playfully.
I cooked breakfast, we ate in silence and he just left my place. I still taste his bitter and thick cum a little bit n the back of my mouth. I can't wait to deepthroat his dick again and service him. If that helps him boost his confidence then it will be a double win. I'll watch him playing in two weeks in a church. He asked to sleep in my bed once again. Can't wait.
