Mr. Man - Sex Stories

Mr. Man

... these two were actually my type. Hot, in shape, looked like your normal college girls with perfect tits. “Good.” he placed the remote on the table and laid back. We watched in silence for a bit, and I was getting a little warm. I started to rub myself over my pants, getting warmed up. “There we go...” Mr. Man whispered, watching me with an appreciative eye. “Keep doin' that...” I continued to knead my cock, feeling it getting harder under my slacks. When I felt it was at that perfect precipice of hard-but-not-fully-erect, I asked in my most 'seductive' voice' “You want to see it?” With a chuckle, he said “Yeah!” I stood up and unbuttoned my belt, letting it open up and stick out from my waist. Then, with a showmanship I had practiced many times by myself, I undid my pants and zipper and slowly pulled my pants down below my warm, thick cock, letting it spring out in its awakening for the day. Mr. Man moaned a low grumble and stood up, rubbing himself under the robe and carefully b-lining for my growing warmth. He reached out one of his hands, which I only now realized were like catcher's mitts. Huge, weight lifter hands, with sausage-like fingers. I was honestly taken aback as he gently wrapped a hand around my meat. I had never seen my penis dwarfed so much as I did in his hands. “God damn...you weren't kidding. Verrry nice...” The next few moments were him pouring a healthy stream of lube onto my veiny skin, letting the majority of it fall down onto the carpet. He oiled my ...

... cock up and down until it was shining in the halogen light, covered in a warming oil that made my cock feel amazing. My eyes switched off between Mr, Man's hands and the action on the screen, which was now a double penetration with a strap on with the more petite of the two lovelies as the target. “Can I suck it?” he asked. I was surprised that he was actually asking my permission as this seemed to be his domain, his event. “Of course,” was all I figured I had to respond. His grin reappeared as he dropped down to his knees and held my cock and balls completely in his hands. Then, savoring it like a fine dessert, he wrapped his gigantic lips around the head of my cock and slid all the way down the base. I was in shock. I had never seen my 9” be handled with such ease. I was so accustomed to girls telling me it was the biggest they'd ever had, how much it hurt when I fucked them. To guys giving me these envious accolades about how amazing my endowment was. And now here's Mr. Man-who, granted, is a giant of a man himself, just embracing it like it's the perfect fit for his gaping mouth. He worked my shaft up and down, in and out, all the while massaging my balls and tickling my ass. It didn't take long for me to concede that this was one of the most expert blowjobs I had ever received. I gently humped into his face as he bobbed up and down on me, putting my hands on his bald head as he grunted his way around my thickness. The moans were escaping my mouth now, my pleasure being ...