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Vermont Weekend

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by Greg Although I've been married for five years and bascially love my wife, there's no denying that within the past couple of years I've become a cock addict. That's partly due to the internet and sites like Club Stroke that have let me explore what was previously a secret, unexamined interest. Now, frankly, I can't get enough. I stay up late almost every night cruising through every site I can access, checking out dick and getting myself worked up into a total cock frenzy. A few months ago, I couldn't take it anymore and started checking out a bathroom at a nearby shopping mall which I'd heard had some action. I saw some unbelievably hot guys there, some big fucking dicks, and a couple of times, some hot action. But I was too freaked to do anything about it so I just watched and rubbed my cock through my pants and went home with big gobs of cum in my underwear. One night I had on a pair of short pants and boxers and I saw this very hunky young guy stroking off a dick that must have weighed about ten pounds. He was in a stall, and when he came, it was so amazing, cum started spraying all over the place, like a garden hose or something, landing on the walls, toilet paper dispenser, etc. I didn't know you could cum like that. I started shooting off like crazy, this big huge load that nearly blew the head of my dick off. As I'm walking through the mall to get to the garage, I feel something and realize there's cum dripping down my leg, right there in front of all these people. That turned me on. I have a pretty long dick, even when soft, and I had a fantasy that it was hanging out, dripping. But the whole thing made me feel like I was out of control and I didn't go back for weeks. A few weeks ago, my wife and I took a weekend and visited her sister and brother-in-law at a place they'd rented in Vermont. I was kind of dreading it because I've never really liked her brother-in-law even though I've always thought he was sexy as hell. Kind of short with dark hair and pale skin, and one of those perfect, solid, smooth bodies. Everything tight and naturally muscular. He plays a lot of baseball--or something. He's 40, about 8 years older than me. Reminds me of Ed Harris except not bald. Anyway, they'd rented a house on a stream a little ways outside of a town. They've had tons of rain up there this summer, so the stream was high, everything incredibly green. Almost from the minute we got there, I knew I was in trouble. Jim was walking around the house in T-shirt and these bathing suit kind of shorts and every time he sat down, I could see the pouch of his sewn-in underpants on the bathing suit pop out, straining from trying to hold in the whole heavy load of his dick and balls. It was one hell of a beautiful eyeful and I could barely stop myself from sitting back and staring. I always assumed he was hung, but this was incredible. He's such a narcissist, it was like he was flashing me intentionally every time he sat down and spread his legs. I just wanted to crawl across the floor and rub my face in there. I could imagine how great it smelled too, that big bulging basket. We all went swimming a couple of times in the river behind the house where I got more of a show. He kept his pants on (the wives were with us) but stripped off his shirt to show off an incredibly tight, beautiful chest and stomach, solid and thick but no fat at all. Then when he came out of the water, the pants were clinging to his big fleshy rump and that incredibly packed basket. Believe me, he liked showing off, too. A total narcissist, stroking his chest and rubbing down his body with the towel, jumping around to get water out of his ear and bouncing that big set of dick and balls. I thought I was going to go nuts before we got the hell out of there. On Sunday, the day we were leaving, it was raining again. We went out driving and then in the early afternoon went back to the house. About 2, everyone went to take a nap. The rain was coming down and it was quiet, but I was too worked up to sleep. I went to the bathroom in my boxers and then, thinking maybe I�d find some place to jack off in peace, I went up to the third floor of the house. My balls were so heavy and filled with cum, after watching Jim all weekend, I didn�t think I could stand to drive back without dumping a load out of them. The top floor had a few small bedrooms, mostly used for storage, and none of the windows open so it was hot and smelled like an attic. I lay down on one of the little beds--no sheets, just the striped ticking of the saggy mattress--and started playing with myself, running my hands over my cock lightly, tickling my asshole. It was hot up there and balls were hanging down low and heavy which always turns me on. The house was silent and I could hear rain on the roof. Then, as I�m getting into it, I think I hear the floor creak. I stuffed my prick back into my shorts and lay there quietly, as if I�m sleeping. Jim walked into the room, looking sleepy and incredibly sexy, wearing a sleeveless T-shirt and a pair of boxers. He sees me in bed and says, "Oh, I thought I heard someone up here." "I came up to explore," I said, "and got sleepy. It�s pretty nice up here." He came into the room and walked over to the window right beside the bed. I could see his big fat fucking cock banging against his leg as he walked. He put his hands up over his head and leaned against the window, looking out. "Great view," he says. He had a shitload of black curly hair under his arms, and it was close up there so I could smell his sweat. My dick hadn�t gone down completely and I was afraid the head was sticking out of my boxers. He had one hand leaning against the wall above the window and started rubbing his flat stomach with the other, talking about how you can see the river from up here. "Come here and look," he says. I got out off the bed and stood beside him, looking out, practically touching. The smell of him was so strong, I just wanted to bury my face in his pits. I knew something was going to happen because I was getting a really strong sex vibe off him, but I was afraid to touch him. I sat back down on the edge of the bed and he turned around, staring down at me. Then, without saying anything, he started cupping his balls, half lifting them, half scratching. I just sat there staring with my mouth open. I was so fucking turned on, I couldn�t breath. He pulled his boxers down and stepped out of them and started stroking the most gorgeous fucking hunk of fat juicy cock meat I�ve ever seen. A big fat piece of sloppy cock, uncircumcised. It was growing and getting fat, but not standing up yet. He kept cupping his balls and sliding the skin back and forth. I was so close to him, I could smell his crotch, like stale sweat and old piss and old cum and ass sweat, but it smelled great. It was the first time I�d really smelled a fat dirty old cock up close and it was like heaven. I slid off my own pants without taking my eyes off that prick for one second. He leaned against the wall behind him and really started to go to town, not exactly jacking off as much as making love to his own cock. Who could blame him. It was a lot darker than his thighs, red/purple with a fat head. It was standing up and so thick it filled his hand. On top of that, it was leaking pre-cum like a dripping faucet. He kept leaning back, sliding the skin back and forth really gently, like he wanted treat that cock like a god, going "Unh, unh, unh, unh." He had a big dark crop of hair around his cock, too, even though he isn�t especially hairy. I loved watching his balls (they looked the size of fucking kiwis) bouncing up and down as he stroked. It was so incredibly leisurely, the whole thing, the rain and the heat in the attic. He loves his fucking cock. Then he started getting closer and breathing heavier, going, "Oooh, oooh, oooh,"--real quiet--and stroking faster. I�d unleashed about a cup of precum by this time and was so close to shooting I couldn�t stand it. As he got really close, he bent his knees and was making a fucking motion with his hips. By this time, that goddamned cock was so huge that when he bucked forward and up, it was practically banging against his nipples. I don�t know why it always happens like this, but when he was about to shoot off, we hear this, "Jim? Are you up there?" and right then, the cum starts to fly out of that big fat red fucking huge piece of big fat fucking hose. He had his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth wide open like a silent scream. The shit flew out of that cock so hard it flew across the room and splattered against the window, till it was dripping down the glass. He shot about four more heavy ropes of it and kind of collapsed against the wall. Cum was still drooling out of his cock as he squeezed it and pulled the skin up around the head. I could see it kind of kicking in his hand. "Be right down," he called out to his wife, kind I started to chew on it. I�ve never felt anything like what I felt when I started to cum. It just pumped out of me and landed on the floor in big gobs until there was a puddle of it lying there. Both of us were breathing heavy and the room must have smelled like a gymnasium with sweat and cum all over the place. All of a sudden I could hear the rain again. He bent down to pick up his boxers and I could see his big meaty ass with those huge balls swinging underneath and I could smell his ass. I wish I could have licked it. Then, without saying a word, he pulled on his shorts, winked at me and left. We didn�t say a word the rest of the afternoon, just acted like nothing happened. The whole drive home, I couldn�t stop thinking about it and have whacked off about a gallon of cum focusing on the way his cock looked and smelled and tasted. I know it will never happen again with him which is probably fine since once was so fucking great. This happened a couple of weeks ago exactly as I�ve written it. If you decide to publish it, feel free to include my address since I�m always happy to hear from anyone, especially if they like to have their cock worshipped by a young married guy in good shape. That�s me, Greg.