Bi-Top Married Dad… Brazen’s Beginnings - Part VIII

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Bi-Top Married Dad, The Early Years… Brazen’s Beginnings Part VII

Bi-Top Married Dad… Brazen’s Beginnings - Part VII

A multi-part account from when I was a child of my earliest thoughts of men, and of the M2M sexual encounters I had from a young age through into my twenties.  I hope you read and enjoy.

To read Part VI first: Part VI

VII

During this period of time when I was enjoying these bud-to-bud sessions at my friend’s house I also had a house I rented with several roommates, including my good friend from the hot 3 way (read Part V).  I was in my early 20’s and lived in a very large house on 5.5 acres of secluded land.  The house had everything you could imagine, and a few things you couldn’t.  A huge kitchen, a sun room surrounded by windows, a beautiful fireplace, a sound system wired throughout the entire house, a 40 foot long living room with a cathedral ceiling (great for indoor football games and volleyball), a screened in patio, a large in-ground pool and private swimming area, horse stables, and I had the master suite with a heated cedar closet and private bath with ceiling to floor tile and a corner tub with separate shower stall.  It was the premier party house, and holy shit did we party.  One Halloween we had a party with over 120 people inside, a live band, and a DJ.  Good times.  Anyway, the fantasies I was having of my male friends hanging naked both inside and outside of this house inspired endless bate sessions.  A bunch of young men like me without the need to worry about their clothes from the time they arrived at my house until the time they left, with the entire place to enjoy ourselves in whatever state of nakedness (and hardness) we were in.

I was yearning for the freedom and ability to have the things I craved but was realizing that I could not.  I overheard my friend talking to his girlfriend one day about gay people, and his… distain for them.  So she asked him what if he found out that I was gay.  His reply was, “Then I wouldn’t hang out with him.”  And this was my best friend.  25 years later and I still can hear that conversation between them clearly in my memory.  It impacted me that much, and it caused me to bury my desires even deeper down.  I felt another layer of the cocoon I wanted to hide away in thicken around me at that very moment.  It’s a cocoon I would stay in until this day.

To make it worse for myself, I started fixating on this guy.  His cock was huge, and he fucked every night.  His girlfriend would comment to me every now and then about how big he was.  I never said anything about having seen him but I would laugh to myself at how I already knew.  Vivid memories of that 3 way would leap into my mind.  With this fixation I started having on him, I wanted him to desire me.  I wanted him to want something from me.  Knowing about his homophobia, I wanted to do stuff with him all the more.  To somehow break that barrier he had going on inside his head.  I still can’t figure out what it was I wanted, but something.

Being that I could not openly touch other guys in the way I wanted, I discovered a way to legitimately get my hands on their bodies.  Massages.  I have strong hands and a natural feel for muscle and tissue.  I’m good at massages.  My buddy fucking loved it when I’d massage his shoulders, neck, upper and lower back.  He and I would often be in nothing but a pair of shorts, and my hands would be on him.  I loved it, but couldn’t show it.  He loved it simply because it felt good.  His body was perfect for it.  Slender, tall, and well shaped without being too muscular.  My hands and my thoughts were both in heaven.  There were many times his shorts would be completely opened and brought way down so I could massage the small of his back and even the upper globes on his ass.  He didn’t care how low I went.  His crack practically fully exposed to me, slightly furry with light blonde hair, no fat on it and perfectly shaped.

I couldn’t believe how completely comfortable he was with it, yet not show a single sign of being turned on.  Well, if he was excited his big dick would have been trapped beneath him and out of my view.  I couldn’t tell.  I refused to make a move.  It had to be on his initiation.  But it never happened.
He was however totally fine with being exposed in front of me.  If it were just he and I at home, he could care less if he was dressed or not.  His dick was so heavy and long that it would swing and dangle when he’d walk around.

Mine could typically get thin and stubby when it wasn’t hard and I’ve never been good with accepting that.  If I had a semi, I could get some thickness length and weight to my shaft and then it wouldn’t look too bad at all.  When my dick is in that state I rather enjoy being naked in front of other men.

I’ve learned later in life when when I am naked around men, my cock seems to be much ‘happier’.  That fuller state is more naturally maintained.  I remember hanging out at an all male orgy/party and socializing naked around several men of all sizes and shapes.  I had no issue at all feeling comfortable, even when standing in the kitchen casually talking with the others.  [Read more about those all-male orgies here - The All Male Naked Parties at Tim's

I’m still self conscious about how I look naked, but can easily get by it when in the right company.  I wish I had learned that comfort earlier on in life.  I may have had a much different experience with my friend..

Back then, I could not get past my shyness and self conscious bullshit.  I needed to concentrate on getting my cock to a certain state before allowing myself to be seen naked.  But trying to keep my dick balanced in a semi-hard state was way too difficult.  So I never bothered being as freely naked as my friend was, and he never nudged me to join him in his nakedness.  Perhaps if he had, he could have encouraged me into it.  I often wish he had.  Trust me, if I had big dangler like that I would have been naked with him every moment I could.  The way it should be.

But all the same, getting to watch him move about naked was just hot as fuck.  I loved it.  It certainly (re) solidified my love for the male body and a big heavy and hot dick.  Yum.

He would sometimes use my shower and bathroom when the other shared one was occupied.

I liked when the other one was occupied.  I’d hang out with him and bullshit while he showered, sitting on the bathroom counter which faced directly across from the shower stall.  The shower light shined down from directly over his head making it the brightest spot in the bathroom.  I had a perfect view of his obscured silhouetted body blurred through the shower door.

If he knew I was watching him intently or not, I’ll never know.  But I was.

What I really wish I would have seen when I’d walk into the bathroom was this:

And what I wish would have been happening to me was this:

He’d step out dripping wet and not bother to reach for his towel until the shower door closed behind him, his body bending in front of me was he dried off.

Then he’d toss the towel aside and step up to the sink right next to where I’d be sitting, my legs hanging down the front of the vanity drawers.  There he’d be, standing completely naked in my bathroom in front of the full sized mirror to shave.

I’d hand him the bone I just lit up, and lean back against the mirror while he stood practically against me.  His big cock hanging so heavy and strong under a thick nest of dark blonde pubes.

It took everything I had to keep myself from getting hard.  My skimpy shorts would do nothing to hide it.  He certainly seemed to have total control over himself.  His big dangler would never so much as flinch.  It would swing and jiggle around as he moved about.  He’d sometimes mindlessly scratch at his heavy low hanging nuts or make a quick adjustment of his thick and long shaft.  It would get crushed against the bathroom counter as he leaned in to get a close shave, with just his bush in sight above the counter line.

I’d be RIGHT THERE with my hairy legs hanging off the counter often rubbing against the side of his.  And nothing.  Never a twitch, never a semi, never a comment, nothing.  His conversation just as easy going as if he were fully dressed in the middle of a crowd.  I loved him and hated him for it at the same time.  Haha

I wished so badly I could be as naturally comfortable in front of him like he was with me, but I never could be.  Even though we were in a 3-way together and he saw me fulling naked and hard, I couldn’t be just without my clothes on.  For some reason if it’s with gay (or bi) men, I’m okay with being naked in front of the group (as I’d learn later on in years).  But if it’s straight men, like in a locker room or changing area… I’m as shy as shy can be.  I get very uncomfortable and nervous about being seen.  If I were bigger when soft, I probably wouldn’t have that issue, like with this guy…

But I’m just not.  My hat goes off to those of you who are.  Lucky fuckers.  You owe it to me to flaunt it around as much as possible.  Now get out there!  lol

Around the time our lease ended that year, his mother and step-father were going through a hard financial time and needed a place to live.  I was close with them so didn’t mind if they moved into the house we were in.  I even offered to have them take the master bedroom.  I guess my time with the place had come to an end.  It would be a few months before I would move out so during that time I wound up sharing the bedroom my friend had occupied, and since there was just his queen sized bed we agreed to share that too.  It was just one step further to my own personal torture.  Here he was, sleeping in his underwear under the same blanket as me every night.

I finally decided to try a bold move.  After a week or two of sleeping in my underwear like he did, I told him I usually slept naked (which I did) and if he didn’t care I was going to ditch the briefs.  He didn’t blink an eye.  It was totally fine with him.  So after we’d crash for the night I’d get under the covers then shed my skivvies and toss them on the floor.  I told him he was free to sleep naked too if that is how he normally slept, but he told me he always wore his briefs.  With as often as he’d walk around in front of me naked, it didn’t matter.  Sleeping next to him drove me nuts, though.  I wanted him to jump on top of me in the worst way, and let his giant cock have it’s way with me.  The fantasy would have me rock hard next to him while he was in a deep sleep.  I couldn’t help but quietly jerk off to the thought of going at it with him.  He never caught me, but I secretly wish he had.

The frustration of being horny for men while living in a totally hetero world was becoming unbearable.  It would rage inside of me.  I found I was releasing some of that tension when I would hang out at my bi-sexual friend’s house.  He didn’t have these close-minded views that I was normally surrounded by, and it allowed me to experience how amazing the male body could feel.  He and I had many dick to dick frot sessions, sharing our bodies and sharing our cum.

If his roommate was home (and awake) or if other friends were visiting, there would be no action whatsoever.  It was only if it were he and I alone or after his roommate would go to bed.  Until this one weekend.  The roommate was home and the three of us spent the evening getting far beyond the legal limit.  Near the end of the night, the roommate crashed and went to bed.  My buddy and I wound up in his bedroom again and started quietly fooling around.  As we were naked and getting into things, we heard his roommate’s bedroom door open and he walked into the kitchen.  My buddy stopped and asked that we keep quiet until he went back to bed.  I wasn’t going to have it that way anymore so I whispered in his ear, “Get him in here now.”  Before I could blink my friend was out of the room and I could hear muffled talking in the kitchen.  The two of them returned and with only the illumination in the room coming from the stereo display, we all got naked and had a 3-way frot fest while kick ass rock music played at a gentle low level.

The three of us were naked on my friend’s king sized bed, standing on our knees and locked in a group embrace.  The skin of our bodies sealed together.  Nipples to nipples, thighs to thighs, and our crotches pushed forward so our hard cocks could entwine together.  In the nearly silent darkness I had to go by my sense of touch, and the roommate’s cock as it glided back and forth against mine felt decently thick and probably about 6 or so inches in length.  It felt nice to be around another dick that wasn’t so much larger than mine.  Of course, my friend’s giant solid rod of steel protruded boldly into the center of our cock circle.  It wasn’t long before our body contact got us worked up to move things to the next level.  We started to separate and my friend used his arms to direct my body toward the roommate’s body.  I guess he thought it was time we got better acquainted with each other.  That we did.

Our hands instantly grabbed at the other’s cocks and we began stroking each other as our chests bumped together over and over.  I started moaning and my body started to grind in time as I was getting more and more into the action, while he remained quiet but increased his movement.  Finally I advanced forward on him and laid him on his back, positioning myself on top of him.  I propped my upper half up with my arms and grinded like a madman, dick to dick.

My wilder side started kicking in, and my level of intensity took a bit of a leap.  My friend was at our feet at the bottom of his bed, stroking his huge dick while he watched my ass humping against his roommate’s crotch.

I didn’t want to leave my friend out of the action for too long, so I rose up from the roommate and turned my attention back to my friend.  He took the lead and put me on my back this time, and the two of them had their way with my body for a little while.  It was the first time I had more than one person concentrating on me like this.  It was so fucking hot.  I was writhing and moaning as their tongues licked all over my body, and their hands manipulated just about every inch of me.  They remained quiet and reserved while I was letting all my passion out.  I started to sense it so I eased down a bit.

I didn’t want my mouth empty for long, so while my cock was getting sucked by my friend, I made a move for the roommate’s rod.  He followed the pattern and got into position to suck off my friend’s enormous dick which he was so familiar with.  The sounds of slurping and licking filled the room and the taste of cock in my mouth sent me soaring.  Our heads bobbing forward and back and our crotches thrusting in time.  It was wild.

The attention then turned to my friend so we laid him on his back with his head by the foot of his bed.  His gargantuan tool standing solid and straight up like a lamp post.  The roommate and I started lightly sucking and licking our way down my friend’s body, starting from the sides of his neck and onward to his smooth and tasty chest.

Our two faces meeting together when our tongues found the middle of his torso, then separating as we licked under his arms and down his sides.  They converged again when we met face to face on either side of my friend’s giant cock.  He really was 'that’ big, and it was impossible not to behold it’s size no matter how many times you’ve had it before.

The roommate commented out loud, “Doesn’t he have a big dick?”
I didn’t answer.   Instead I thrust my mouth forward toward the side of his ultra thick shaft.  The roommate did the same from this side, and together the two of us traced our tongues all over my friend’s enormous cock.

Up and down the side of his pole, our tongues came into contact several times as we subtly made out while making a meal out of the giant dick we were sharing.

I grabbed the base of his cock and started feeding it back and forth to each of us.  Gripping around his super-thick shaft, his cock smacked off our tongues and slobbering up our jaws.

My friend remained motionless and silent.  Maybe he was in some tantric trance.  His cock was hard as steel and pulsed to the quick beat of his heart. That dick of his is as much heaven for it’s sheer size and shape as it is the most difficult cock to suck I’ve ever encountered to this day.  I miss it.  lol
We kept up our dual suck job.  There was plenty of cock for the two of us.

From there, I moved my mouth to his balls while the roommate opened as wide as he could to suck him down.  I kept grunting while I feasted on the most tasty balls I’ve ever had in my mouth.  Loose, very large, hairless, and delicious.

The attention turned to the two of them, enjoying each other as I’m sure they have many times before.  I could hear the slurping sounds as they took turns sucking the other one’s cock, but otherwise there were no other sounds aside from the stereo.  The contrast between a wilder and adrenalized surge of activity in comparison to a quieter and calmer interaction became acutely aware to me. Up until now I always locked in on the intensity and the passionate adrenaline.  These two seemed to be enjoying themselves every bit as much as I was but were zeroed in from a different place.  A more zen and serene place.  At first I thought maybe they were holding back or even bored, but I don’t think so (and certainly hope not).

After a few minutes of that, my friend said he wanted us to suck him again.  We were all too happy to oblige.  As the roommate and I kept going at it on my friend’s big cock without warning he quickly stated, “This is too much to take.”  At that moment cum started spurting out of his wide open piss slit, shooting from between our mouths then coating our faces.

The feeling of that fresh warm and thick liquid landing on my face is something I have come to crave.  I fucking LOVE having someone cum on my face.  As he came, there was no grunting, no moaning, no talking, no bucking, no writhing.  Perhaps being 100% focused on the cum shooting out of his dick is how he got off the most.  That was just fine with me.

Once that huge cock was drained, the roommate straddled over my chest and jerked off until he spewed his load on my face and chest.  In the darkness I could not see it, only feel it splashing down on me.  I thought that was hot.  Then he dove down on my cock and licked wide on the tip of my dick until I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I shot my load with a loud groan as he lapped it up with his tongue.

I thought the experience was amazing, and as I look back on it I see it as much for what I learned from it.  At the time I thought the only way to have great sex was to sweat, and moan, and grunt, and groove my body to the rhythm of sex, and let my body be the conduit of every ounce of energy being produced.  Maybe it’s the Italian in me, ha-ha  I’ve heard the same of Latin men, and the ones I’ve been with have turned me into a lover of passionate Latins like you wouldn’t believe.  I still prefer getting to that high level of intensity, but I was shown that night with my friend and his roommate, and have learned since that it can also feel amazing when you go to that zen place in your mind and body during the most heightened moments of great sex.  I also proved to myself that night and many afterward that while I wish I had a big dick, I don’t 'need’ one in order to be good in bed.  Flash forward to later years being with someone with a very big dick, and he was downright boring.  A guy with a huge cock doesn’t automatically mean good.  You still have to use it well, and be exciting.  If I had to choose, I’d rather be smaller and great to be with in bed, than really large but lousy with it.   I’m glad my friend with his monster cock showed me quieter can still be very hot, and the thought of one day again being with that great guy with his sexy body and huge dick will get me hard in an instant.  I miss him.

End Part VII.  Click to read Part VIII, where I talk a little bit about my struggles through marriage and my ultimate decision to “Finally say yes”.  
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