Gerry's Point: Episode 1
Hey buddy, Gerry said as we walked out of the class. I believe we should collaborate on the project.
I instantly froze, not sure what to respond. Gerry had never struck a conversation with me before. Now, here we were in our senior year of college. Sharing the same dorm and common classes since we majored in the same subject, yet he never communicated with me till now.
"Uh... sure. That'd be great." I somehow managed to utter. Gerry was stunning, worked out often, and seemed to be the ideal male specimen. He worked as a part-time employee at the college gym, was well-liked, and always had a girlfriend. In contrast, I was more of a hermit, spent most of my time studying, a bit scrawny but exceptionally strong due to helping out on my family's property, weighed probably half as much as Gerry, and was gay.
"How about tomorrow afternoon? Let's meet at the library at 2?" he suggested.
"Okay. I look forward to it." I responded, mainly because he looked that good.
Surprisingly, our collaboration turned out well. Gerry had a unique sense of humor and was brilliant. Honestly, he could've accomplished the project on his own, and so could I. I still can't understand why he wanted me, but I enjoyed his company, making the entire process more intriguing. His stories exhibited a grandiose ego. He was aware of his attractiveness and used it to his advantage. He was also extremely competitive. He strived to win at everything. Meanwhile, I was trying my hardest to concentrate on the task, but it wasn't easy. Occasionally, I'd find myself staring at his toned arms or chest, his broad midsection, pondering what he covertly concealed.
One day, he mentioned, "Why don't you come by my room tomorrow instead of meeting at the library? We can complete the assignment there." I agreed. Besides, it was less hassle, and I wanted to see his room. Plus, curiosity compelled me. Apparently, his room was just like mine, except much tidier and better organized. Lo and behold, similar to me - an overachiever. His room showed that he was high on accomplishments.
"I'm famished. Let's grab something to eat." He didn't phrase it like a question, but more of a statement. It's his style, always deciding the plan.
"Sure."
He paused and said, "Give me a second. I'm not too enthralled with my current attire." It doesn't concern me. He's going to do whatever he wants, anyway. So I thought, why not enjoy the show? When I'm enamored with guys, admiring their naked form is my downfall. He's already caused many eruptive orgasms for me, simply by his presence.
After a while, he located the desired outfit - a different shirt and jeans. He began to exchange his current clothes, talking casually the entire time. Removing his shirt exposed a trimmed red t-shirt snugly fitted around his powerfully built chest. Loosening his pants revealed a well-stuffed blue brief accentuating his perfectly shaped derriere. My eyes devoured every detail, and I was in absolute delight.
"Damn man," I remarked, "You look like a real-life superhero." I couldn't contain my awe and it was absolutely accurate.
Gerry grinned and said, "You think so?" He then posed a couple times, showcasing his incredible physique. I was in agony, both feeling discomfort and aroused. My penile member had swiftly hardened in my trousers.
"I assumed we were going to eat?" I managed to inquire, endeavoring to navigate towards a different topic.
"You have the potential for a superhero body too, given you have a solid structure to build upon. I can start showing you the ropes. You don't really have to get larger." He seemed eager to help. Nevertheless, my bulging dick couldn't be easily concealed by thick fabric. While standing, it could easily be seen through my jeans. I was uncertain how he'd react. "I should probably be leaving," I disclosed, feeling slightly unsteady standing on the edge of his bed, attempting to hide my erection.
"Calm down, mate. There's nothing to be ashamed of. I've seen loads of naked guys before." He showed no intention of putting his own clothes back on. Instead, he moved closer to me on the bed. His sharp nipples were visible through his red t-shirt, directly in my view. I really wanted to nibble on them. His cock head was visible and positioned to the left. If only I could run my hands over his ass and his tight blue underwear. I thought I could even smell the scent of his crotch, or maybe it was just in my head. Either way, I was having a hard time breathing.
He knew exactly what he was doing. He was using the same tactics he always used to get what he wanted. At this moment, I wasn't sure if he wanted sex or if he just wanted to mess with me, prove he had the upper hand.
"I'm not embarrassed," I fibbed. "I'm just starving," I said doubtfully.
"You're hungry alright," he responded with a seductive grin. "I see the way you're looking at me," and then reached down, readjusting his underwear, casually squeezing his bulge.
After a short pause, I mumbled, "I thought you had a girlfriend?"
"Yep, turned out we weren't a match," he said. "She wouldn't let me fuck her up the ass." I visibly gulped. My ass immediately tightened. My cock was fiercely erect. "Relax, I'm only joking," he chuckled, a smile evident on his face. "She really did enjoy it up the ass." He squeezed his bulge once again, and I nearly shot a load just from being so aroused.
He said, "You know, I've done it with other guys before." He continued to explain, "In the locker room, at the gym. I'm not gay though. I only fuck them up the ass. Nothing else. And I only fuck guys with huge dicks, like you."
All of this was surprising to me. I had no idea he had done it with other men, and I wasn't going to debate his definition of gay. But I asked hesitantly, "What makes you think I have a big dick?"
"There are rumors. Your name's been mentioned. That's why I'm trying to find out if you'd just get rid of your clothes." He reached over and tugged on my shirt seductively.
I was totally unprepared for that. People were talking about me? I'd think about that later, though - at the moment, there was something else that needed my attention. A certain someone standing partially clothed in front of me. The other issue was making its presence known in my trousers. "Even if I did have a big dick, what makes you think I'd have sex with you?" I protested futilely.
"Everyone wants to have sex with me - girls, guys, it doesn't make a difference. They all want it," Gerry stated, confidently. I had to give him credit. He certainly thought highly of himself. "You want it too. Forget about it. Take your clothes off now so I can see what you've got down there."
Usually, when guys discover I have a big cock, they want to touch it, lick it, suck it - worship it, even. Then they give themselves completely to it. Allow themselves to be fucked, while putting on a show, pleading with me to stop because it's so big, but really wanting to be fucked even harder. It didn't make sense to me why Gerry was only interested in men with big cocks or why he only wanted to fuck them, but at this point, my brain wasn't doing much thinking.
Using poor decision-making, I gave in, and fumbled to take off my shoes, socks, and shirt. It didn't help that I was so nervous, my skinny body was a stark contrast to Gerry's muscular frame. As I unbuttoned my trousers and lowered my zipper, I instinctively turned away, trying to shield myself. As I lowered my trousers, my ass was revealed, barely covered by skimpy briefs that had crept up my crack.
"Wow, that's some pretty small underwear. Your ass cheeks are hanging out everywhere," Gerry commented. He playfully slapped my exposed ass, causing me to fall onto the bed, ass up. He continued to slap my ass, trying to get me to move and avoid the blows. "That underwear is almost like a thong," he added as he grabbed what little fabric was covering my ass and pushed it up my crack. This resulted in increasing pressure on my balls and cock.
At this moment, I was defenseless. My ass was high in the air, fully exposed. My briefs weren't hiding much. My hard 10-inch dick had escaped and wedged between me and the sheets. Gerry got on top of the bed, holding me down. He began grinding his blue Jeans-covered cock against my ass. I didn't want him to know how much I longed for him, but my body betrayed me. I pushed back just a bit in time with his thrusts.
"You're going to love this, man. Go ahead and flip over." I watched as the whole thing appeared. Two plump balls hanging onto a perfect ten-inch cock. "Holy shit, that's huge!" was all he could manage to say, staring in awe at my member. He didn't move to touch it, probably scared because he claimed to be straight earlier.
He adapted a position between my legs. His trooper getting intimate with my behind. The act commenced almost immediately, his rock-hard member grinding against me. I instinctively reached down, stroking my dick.
"Don't you touch that." He commanded. I quickly removed my hands from my tool as he continued to hump me.
"You probably think that just because you've got a big cock, you can do whatever the hell you want. You're wrong right now. I'm in control. Is that clear?"
I expressed my consent by moaning and groaning as he pushed on. "Let's get rid of the rest of your stuff." He removed his shirt first, showing off his smooth chest. Then he moved for the briefs.
"Keep them on, man." I requested.
"Alright then. I have an idea." He found a way to untangle my bikini without touching any sensitive areas. He crumpled it into a ball, shoved it deep into my mouth, then stuffed more in my mouth, causing me to gag. "That's what you get for trying to be pretty, freak," he taunted. "I may not be packing as much heat as you, but I still have what it takes to give it to the ladies."
Gerry used his crotch against mine, stroking the meat in-between us, and slowly slid his 6-inch cock out of the leg of his briefs. It had a decent girth. I could appreciate the view. He spat on his hand, rubbed it on his massive cock, then spat again and applied it to my asshole.
He raised my legs and bent over, positioning his staff at my sphincter. I plastered through the initial process, the warmth and dampness crashing into my hole, setting the phase in motion. Then there was an increase in pressure, and he had to adjust my angle to align properly. He tested it out with some practice swipes. My hole winced, begging for him to stop. I couldn't help but grunt, "Fuck!" but was gagged by my own briefs.
Gerry thrust forward with force, ripping through any pain-endurance I had. Even with the underwear for a buffer, it still burned and stretched. He pushed deeper. I could feel the flesh of his briefs rubbing against my butt cheeks. He pulled back out, then buried it in me once more. And somewhat quickly, I was moaning in joy.
He didn't bother with the trimmings. No sensual massage. No teasing pinches. Nothing else. Just my behind being the target for his enjoyment. My erection was swinging around, aimless, unstimulated while I just laid there and took it from him. Those six multifarious inches were all I could focus on.
My urgent wanting was pulsating through me. "C'mon, fuck me now!" I whined.
"Don't even try to dominate." He replied. "You can't handle what I'm doing. You're a slave to my will."
With unparalleled authority, he vehemently paraded his cock in and out of me. My restricted arms were pinned down to keep me from reaching below.
No cares of distraction, only my slick behind. No sweat. No hands to assist. Just my prostate firing, coaxing me into climaxing. His meat mercilessly slamming into me.
"Look at you. A 10-inch dick, totally helpless. Impotent. Can't do anything to defend yourself." He sneered. "Now just lie there and take it."
Right on the edge and fully exposed, Gerry grunted a mighty, "C'mon! I'm close," then launched into me. Each harsh thrust was grueling. He put his weight into it.
I was seconds from exploding out past my torso, my asshole flaring up, asking for some tasty fluid. Suddenly, he stopped releasing inside of me. Trying to contain it, he re-inserted himself in my hole, allowing my muscles to milk him dry. Finally, he slid out and comfortably laid next to me. Confident of his victory.
He took the wet bikini from my mouth and began passionately kissing me, wrenching his tongue into my mouth as our lips pressed together. The sexual tastes, odors, and sensations driving me wild. My testicles ached and my engorged cock liberally oozed precum. I wanted to cum, desperately, but was scared to touch my cock, afraid it would annoy him. More of this fiery kissing I thought, and I would achieve orgasm on my own. However, one of his fingers unexpectedly shot into my wet, open anus, aggressively pressing against my prostate.
I fucking lost control. Cum erupted everywhere. Gallons of it. I saw sparkles. I emitted nonsensical sounds. My balls ached, pumping long after the last fluid had been shot. The intensity of my orgasm was like nothing I had ever experienced. My heart raced.
As we both lay there, spent, taking heavy breaths, a sense of humor took shape in my head. I'm not sure what sparked it. It certainly wasn't part of Gerry's plan, but it simply seemed fitting. I grabbed some of my warm cum off my stomach and swayed my dripping fingers near his face. "What are you doing?" He objected, turning his head in an attempt to avoid the drips. I gathered more.
"I'm not gay. Back off." I rubbed my slick fingers across his lips. "No," he mumbled, as I gently slid my fingers in, inserting my cum into his mouth, causing a soft moan to escape. He could have repelled me, he could have used his superior strength to resist. He was aware he could thwart me, but he didn't.
I scooped up additional puddles and smeared it on his lips, pushed over him, and started kissing his cum-stained mouth. Sharing my seed between us. He ferociously kissed back. Neither of us wanted to end our embrace.
Afterwards we lay there. Tired. Perplexed. Trying to sort through what had just happened.
"That was excellent," he ultimately declared.
"Agreed," I answered.
"You're quite perverted."
"I was just about to say the same about you," I added with amusement.
"Did you desire to grip my cock? Guys typically do. Being so large and all."
"Not interested. I'm not gay you know."
Again, with the gay theme. Well, that was just gay sex, sir, I mused within myself. Following a moment, I gently placed my hand on his chest, discovering his solid muscles.
"Dude, stop it. Cease touching me." He angrily shouted. "I'm unlike you. Just abandon me!" And he slipped away on the bed, out of my reach.
I was dazedly off-kilter and even more irritated. We had just engaged in sex like wild beasts, breathtaking sex, and kissed and swapped cum and this is how you reacted? My mind raced. Was all this working together just an elaborate scheme to fuck me? Turn me into another well-endowed victory. I wanted to bawl at him, but I knew it would've been futile. I managed to contain my emotions enough to say, "I'm unsure what's wrong with you, but I'm resigning. This time I truly mean it." I attempted to dress, but couldn't locate my underwear, so I just put on my clothes without them. I didn't glance at him the whole time. Gerry didn't utter a word.
"Thanks for everything." I said as I approached the exit. I waited for a few seconds, but there was simply silence. I left, shutting the door behind me.
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