PublicAgent My old friend enjoys my big dick

Title: “My Old Friend’s Fascination with My Big Dick”

In the sweltering heat of a summer’s day, I found myself lounging in my backyard, soaking up the sun’s rays. It had been a while since I’d had any company over, and I was beginning to feel the pangs of loneliness creeping in. Then, all of a sudden, the gate creaked open, and in walked my old friend, Alex. We hadn’t seen each other in months, but as soon as our eyes met, it was as if no time had passed at all.

“Hey, man,” I said, standing up to give him a brotherly hug. “Long time no see. What brings you around these parts?”

Alex chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Honestly, I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d stop by to say hi. Plus, I could really use a beer after the day I’ve had.”

I nodded, gestures for him to take a seat. “Well, you’re in luck. I’ve got a whole cooler full of ice-cold brews just waiting to be drank.”

As we sat and sipped our beers, I couldn’t help but notice that Alex seemed a bit on edge. He kept fidgeting in his seat and avoiding eye contact with me. I chalked it up to nerves, figuring he was just trying to play it cool.

Halfway through our second beer, Alex finally spoke up. “So, uh, I’ve noticed that you’ve been working out lately,” he said, pointing to my bare chest. “You’re looking pretty jacked.”

I smiled, giving my pecs a quick flex. “Thanks, man. I’ve been trying to stay in shape. You know, keep the old body in tip-top condition and all that.”

Alex nodded, taking a long swig of his beer. “Yeah, I can see that. Those are some impressive muscles you’ve got there.”

We continued to chat and catch up, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something else on Alex’s mind. He kept glancing down at my crotch, as if he were trying to get a better look at what I was packing.

It wasn’t until our third beer that Alex finally worked up the courage to ask me a question that would change everything. “Hey, man, I’ve gotta ask you something,” he said, leaning forward in his chair. “Are you… are you, like, well-hung?”

I nearly choked on my beer. “Excuse me?” I coughed, my eyes wide with surprise.

Alex blushed, looking away in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. Forget I asked.”

But I couldn’t forget it. The question had stirred something inside of me, a curiosity that I hadn’t even known existed. I leaned back in my chair, a sly smile spreading across my face.

“You know what, Alex? I think it’s only fair that I show you,” I said, unzipping my pants and pulling out my massive, throbbing cock.

Alex’s eyes went wide with shock and awe as he took in the sight of my manhood. “Holy shit,” he breathed, scrambling to his feet. “That’s… that’s incredible.”

I smirked, slightly warming to my own schtick. “Glad you like it,” I said, casually stroking my shaft.

Alex couldn’t take his eyes off of my cock. He reached out a shaky hand, as if he wanted to touch it, but then pulled back at the last second. “Can I… can I see it closer?” he asked, his voice quivering with anticipation.

I nodded, standing up and stepping closer to him. “Be my guest,” I said, waving my cock in front of his face.

Alex didn’t hesitate. He dropped to his knees, his face mere inches away from my member. He reached out tentatively, running his fingers along the shaft and marveling at how thick and hard it was.

“Oh my god,” he whispered, licking his lips. “I’ve never seen anything like this before.”

I chuckled, wrapping my fingers around his head and pushing him closer to my cock. “Well then, why don’t you give it a try?” I suggested, my voice low and husky with desire.

Alex hesitated for a moment, but then he took the plunge. He wrapped his lips around the head of my cock and began to suck, his tongue swirling around the tip and savoring the taste of my pre-cum.

“Fuck,” I groaned, tangling my fingers in his hair and pushing him further down on my shaft. “That feels so good, Alex.”

He moaned around my cock, taking more and more of it into his mouth until he was deep-throating me with ease. He bobbed his head up and down, slurping and sucking like a man possessed.

I pulled him back, admiring the string of saliva that connected his lips to the tip of my cock. “Strip,” I commanded, my voice firm and authoritative.

Alex didn’t hesitate. He stood up and slowly began to remove his clothing, revealing his toned, tanned body underneath. I licked my lips in anticipation, drinking in every inch of his exposed skin.

Once he was naked, I pushed him back down to his knees and buried my cock in his mouth once more. He moaned around my shaft, his hands gripping my thighs for support as I fucked his face with abandon.

I could feel my orgasm building, the tension in my balls tightening with every thrust. “Fuck, Alex, I’m gonna cum,” I warned, not slowing down for a second.

He didn’t pull away. Instead, he doubled down, sucking and slurping with renewed energy, determined to taste my seed. I roared as I came, my cock pulsing and throbbing as I shot spurt after spurt of hot, thick cum down Alex’s eager throat.

He swallowed it all, not losing a single drop. He licked his lips, looking up at me with a satisfied grin. “That was incredible,” he said, his voice hoarse from the thorough fucking his face had just received.

I nodded, my chest heaving as I caught my breath. “Damn straight it was,” I said, helping him to his feet and pulling him in for a deep, passionate kiss.

And that’s how we spent the rest of the hot summer day – lounging naked in the backyard, fucking each other’s brains out and drinking beer, best friends forever and ever, inseparable until the end of time.