My Buddy Has a Stupidly Big Cock 04

Everyone in the story is 18+ and fully consenting.

Chapter 4: Dessert

Alec ran down the stairs first, his frat-boy confidence leading the way as the rest of us followed. When we got to the base of the stairs, Alec was already chatting with their mom in the kitchen while she laid out the dinner spread. She had really gone all out, macaroni, mashed potatoes, broccoli, some sort of casserole that she later explained was a family recipe. It was basically Thanksgiving, and the smell hit all of us like a warm, buttery hug.

“I love when Mom cooks like this,” Charlie said, eyes wide as he scanned the steaming bowls.

“Damn,” I added, “my mom always just orders in for occasions.”

Their mom looked over and smiled at me. “We mostly do home-cooked meals if I have time. You’re welcome anytime.”

I smiled back, trying not to blush at the fact that I’d just had a full-on sex marathon with her three sons upstairs.

We sat at the table, passing plates and laughing about dumb stuff. Alec had a way of charming everyone, keeping the vibe chill even though I was sitting at a table from three guys I’d been balls-deep involved with less than an hour earlier. Charlie played footsie with me under the table, gentle taps and strokes that made my leg twitch. It was some sort of game where he wanted me to look at him but he never looked at me. He just kept a soft, innocent smile as he talked with the family. Then, a minute later, Alec started doing the same thing with me. His foot found mine, more confident, more teasing, and he ran it up my leg between my thighs. I flinched, luckily escaping their mom noticing, and I suddenly had to take a sip of water just to cool down.

After dinner, we sprawled on the couches in the living room. They had a PlayStation out there for some reason, and it didn’t take long for a full-blown, old-school FIFA tournament to erupt. Trash talk, yelling, leaning forward like it was the World Cup. I watched them, all competitive and gorgeous, and thought, how the hell did I end up here?

At some point, Alec tossed his controller on the couch. “Alright. Ice cream run?” he asked, glancing at me. “Come with?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

We slipped on sneakers and headed down the block, the summer night wrapping around us like a blanket. The air was still warm, but the breeze was light, and streetlights cast golden streaks across the pavement.

“So,” Alec said as we walked, “what was that today?”

I looked at him. “Which part?”

He smirked. “All of it.”

I took a breath. “I don’t know. It was hot. And weird. And kinda amazing?”

“Well, Scott never would’ve done that stuff before. I blame you.”

I laughed. “Honestly it was this e-girl he’s been chatting with. She just egged us on and made us curious. Then when I saw his monster dong I kind of flipped. All your guys’ dicks command respect.”

He nodded. "Yeah. I mean, I’ve messed around before. In college, sure. But even before that, back when I lived at home, we had this friend, kind of a… practice girl.” He used air quotes on that term. “He let a few of us mess around with him, take turns, y'know? Mostly just experimenting, but it got serious sometimes. We’d fuck him in the ass while he just, like, played on his phone. He liked it, I think. Until one day he told me I wasn’t allowed to do it anymore. Said I was getting too big for him to take. That stuck with me."

“Damn,” I said, “I’ve never done anything like that before. Just started getting blowjobs from girls this year.”

He looked over at me, his expression more thoughtful now. "I never talked about that with anyone outside of that group before. Feels weird to say it out loud."

There was a pause. We reached the corner store and bought two ice creams. His was mint chip, mine raspberry sorbet. We sat on a low wall outside, unwrapping them.

“So do you think you’re bi?” Alec asked after a few bites. “Or whatever…”

I looked over at him. His eyes were steady, but there was a question behind them that felt bigger than just today. I didn’t answer right away.

Instead, I leaned in. And he leaned in too. We kissed, just a soft one, but real. His lips were cool from the ice cream. I reached down for his giant dick over his pants, not caring who might see. Just then the door from the store opened, and out walked a guy I knew from school, Chris. I stopped kissing Alec.

“Hey,” said Chris, holding a bag of several pints of ice cream.

“What’s up?” I replied, scooting slightly away from Alec.

“Nothin… were you just kissing Alec?” His face was sort of weirded out.

Alec interjected confidently. “I had something in my teeth.” 

“Ok…” he said, before glancing down and seeing Alec’s giant boner going down his thigh. I saw him gulp, clearly somewhat nervous. He scratched his abdomen like he was nervous.

“See ya guys,” he said, and then walked off.

I looked at Alec, a sort of nervous smile on my face. He didn’t seem bothered at all.

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When we got back to the house, the other guys booed us playfully.

“Where were you two?” Charlie grinned.

“Getting dessert,” Alec said smoothly. “What’d we miss?”

“Scott rage-quit,” Charlie said, “so we paused the game.”

That night, they set me up with a pillow and blanket on the floor of Alec's room. The idea was that we all missed Alec and wanted to have a sleepover in his room. But when the lights went out, none of us seemed to want the day to end. First Charlie climbed into the bed. Then Scott. Then Alec patted the space beside him.

“C’mon,” he said. “You really think we’re letting you sleep down there?”

I climbed in. It was tight fitting four of us in a queen sized bed, limbs everywhere, but it was warm and it felt right. Charlie nestled up close to me, his breath warm against my neck. I could feel his bulging manhood against my thigh.

“Hey,” he whispered. “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course.”

He hesitated. “I used to sneak into Alec’s room just to lie in his sheets. And I’d... smell his dirty laundry. Especially his boxers. It made me feel... close to him.”

Alec chuckled in the dark. “I figured. I started leaving a few fresh loads on the top of the hamper for you.”

Charlie giggled. “You did not.”

“I did. Sometimes right before I left the house. Figured you’d appreciate it.”

Charlie gasped. “You’re gross.”

“But now,” Alec said softly, “you can have it straight from the tap if you want.”

Laughter rippled across the bed, quiet and intimate. We lay there, our legs intertwined, our stories shared. The sex was amazing. But this? This was starting to feel even better.

Even after a long day of tangled limbs and hard fucking, the quiet dark of Alec’s room seemed to pulse with leftover energy. Four bodies in one bed, breaths syncing, legs brushing, heat rising from every direction. At first, it was just comfort. A hand resting on my chest. A thigh brushing mine beneath the blanket. Alec’s voice in the dark, telling some stupid memory about how Charlie once tried to microwave Pop-Tarts with the foil still on.

We laughed. Real, breathless laughter. And then it faded into silence.

Charlie shifted closer to me, his forehead nudging my jaw. I could feel the weight of his hand resting lightly on my lower stomach, warm through the thin cotton of my shirt. His fingers moved just slightly, tracing an idle path.

Then Alec shifted too, spooning in behind me, his breath slow against the back of my neck. His hand joined Charlie’s near my waist, overlapping for a moment before settling just beneath the elastic of my shorts. It wasn’t overt. It wasn’t urgent. Just... intentional.

Scott, on the far side of the bed, propped himself up on an elbow. The dim glow from the streetlight outside lit his face faintly, just enough for me to see his smile. He slid closer behind Charlie, their bodies pressing together like it was instinct.

Alec’s fingers grazed lower. Charlie’s followed. My breath caught. No one said anything.

Then Scott reached past us all, slowly and deliberately, and took the bottle of baby oil from the end table. The sound of the cap clicking open echoed like a firecracker in the stillness.

No one moved fast. Everything felt suspended in honey. Slow. Melting. Intentional.

And I knew. We were going there again. But this time, we weren’t rushing. We were savoring it.

Charlie's head disappeared under the blanket and found my cock. His lips wrapped around me slowly, like he was savoring every inch. The way he moved so deliberately and softly made me arch my back into the mattress. I let out a low breath as the sensation washed over me, that warm velvet pressure sliding down my shaft.

It wasn’t rushed. He took his time, like he was just tasting it. I reached down and brushed his hair back gently, my fingers shaking just slightly from the heat curling in my stomach. Alec let out a quiet groan beside us, his breath hitting the back of my neck, and I realized just how close everyone had shifted in the dark. Charlie’s hand moved over to Alec’s big dick and stroked it under the blanket.

He didn’t stop slurping on my dick, and we all heard the sounds of his throat taking my shaft inside it. He moaned around me, sending little ripples of pleasure straight through my core. Every inch of me felt alive.

We all moved slowly, getting into a rhythm as we started to rub each other’s bodies. Alec kissed the back of my neck while Scott shifted forward, placing his hands on my hips, his movements careful and measured. There was no rush. Charlie moved over to Alec’s cock under the blanket while Scott played with his ass, sort of intimately.

I felt Alec’s breath on me pick up as Charlie pleasured him under the blanket, then there was the squishy sound of Scott penetrating Charlie. His body reacted quickly, tensing, stretching, yielding. He moaned through it, switching back to sucking me. My head rested against Alec's shoulder, grounding myself in the smell of his skin, the weight of his palm cupping my jaw.

Charlie popped my dick out of his mouth and crawled up to me. Scott lay on the other side of me, between Alec and me.

Charlie lay in front of me, facing me. Our noses almost touched. I reached for him and felt his cock, big and hard and warm in my hand. He gave a soft laugh, like he was a little nervous for some reason. He caught my wrist gently.

“It’ll make me cum already,” he whispered.

Alec leaned in, pressing Scott into me from behind. “He’s already on the edge,” he murmured into my ear, lips brushing my skin.

Scott was slow, almost teasing, as he pushed into me. My hand clenched on Charlie’s body, and he kissed me softly, like he was trying to distract me from the intensity.

My hips rocked forward, nudging into Charlie’s stomach. He shifted, turning over to be my little spoon, aligning his ass with my hips, and then, slowly, he let me slide in. The connection made my whole body clench. An enormous dick in my ass, and the cutest fucking thing in the world in front of me, taking my dick.

We moved together like one long breath. Alec pressed into Scott, guided him. He drove into me, and I moved with it, pushing into Charlie, our rhythm patient and pulsing. It felt so weirdly natural.

We were in no hurry to get anywhere. We were already there, all of us, lost in the tension we’d built brick by brick across the day. Every gasp, every tremble, every involuntary whimper just added another layer to the sandwich.

It was slow, and it was full. It was everything I didn’t know I’d needed.

And eventually, when the rhythm overtook the restraint, when my body gave up pretending it could hold back, I let go. Quietly, but powerfully. Charlie’s name might’ve slipped from my lips, I don’t even recall. My vision blurred as I flooded Charlie's insides with my load, and he whimpered gently as he reached back and held my hip.

Scott kept going, now firmer, more purposeful, as Alec’s fingers tangled in his curls, guiding and pulling. Through it all, Charlie held my dick inside him, his back pressed against my chest, torso rising and falling with mine.

We didn’t talk. Just four bodies, slowly collapsing into each other. And I was in the middle of this taboo sandwich.

And then, slowly, the layers shifted.

Scott turned first, pulling out of me and lying on his back, then rolling onto his side to face Alec with a sleepy sigh, pressing back into me so we were ass to ass. Charlie pulled himself off of me, my dick plopping out of him. 

He turned, rolling onto his stomach with a sleepy grunt and stretching out like a cat, like he was taking a break. His ass rose slightly beneath the sheet, round and inviting, and I felt Alec stir behind me with a small, deliberate breath.

I turned toward Scott, and wrapped an arm around his waist instinctively, and he reached back to rest his hand on mine, fingers weaving between mine without a word. Scott's ass nestled right into my hips like it belonged there, like it had known its place all along.

He shifted to conform to the new position, his back now against my chest, and I felt the curve of his spine and his muscular back, the faint tremble of anticipation mixed with exhaustion in his breathing.

Then Alec moved.

He slid out from the tangle of limbs and walked quietly around the bed. The floor creaked lightly under his weight, and I turned my head just enough to watch him climb in behind Charlie, completing the line.

We were a single strand again, Alec spooning Charlie, Charlie curled into me, rubbing his enormous boner against my ass, and me pressed into Scott. Four bodies, one direction, like nesting spoons in the dim light of Alec’s room.

“I’m not gonna bottom,” Alec said low, steady, like he was just stating the weather. “But I’ll make sure you all feel it.”

He leaned in and kissed the back of Charlie’s neck, his hand sliding down over Charlie’s hip and guiding himself in. Charlie exhaled, his body pushing back into Alec’s with a soft gasp, and I felt the change ripple forward through all of us.

Charlie gripped my body tightly as Alec began to move, and his hips pushed forward into me.

I didn’t need words. I reached back and lined him up to my ass, guided by the rhythm behind me, and slipped him inside me. He was so thick, and I was still tight and trembling, but I knew how to take a dick at this point, even through the soreness. Scott did the same to me, and soon we were a proper daisy chain, Alec fucking Charlie fucking me fucking Scott. Alec set the pace for all of us, his strong thrusts rippling through the whole chain so even Scott could feel it. 

It wasn’t rough or frantic. Just gentle. Slow. Charlie’s lips brushed my neck. Then my jaw. Then under my ear.

He rocked with Alec’s thrusts behind him, but every time our bodies connected, he took a moment to kiss me somewhere new. My cheekbone. My temple. My throat.

“Just like that,” he whispered between breaths. “It's so nice.”

Charlie whimpered in my ear, and then I felt him pulsing inside me. Alec didn't stop thrusting, continuing to deliver a rhythm as Charlie couldn't hold back anymore. He held my body tightly as he released inside me. 

Scott was panting now in front of me, arching his hips back, inviting me deeper, his fingers gripping the sheet. I reached forward and wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him to me as the rhythm moved through all of us.

Alec into Charlie.
Charlie onto me.
Me into Scott.

One slow, perfect chain.

Every breath synced. Every movement fed the next.

Charlie clutched my hand again, tighter this time, and pressed his forehead to my shoulder. His breath was hot on my neck, and he let out a shaking moan when Alec hit deeper behind him.

I turned my head and kissed him again. Just because I needed to. I felt Scott's hole begin to pulse on my cock, and I came again while Charlie's tongue massaged mine back. I heard Alec grunt in time with his fast thrusts, and soon we were all still, the smell of fresh cum hitting us simultaneously, adding to the already building scent of too many males in one room.

I think Alec and Scott were asleep in seconds, even with dicks still in holes. I slowly pulled out of Scott, pushing back into Charlie who pushed back into Alec, who rolled over the other way. I rolled over to face Charlie, and he pressed his forehead into mine. He was so affectionate, just what I wanted in the moment. 

It hit me, after a raunchy day of experimentation, that it had actually been rather wholesome in a way. Their mom had made us dinner, we played games, went on a walk, caught up on life, with random bits of anal play in between. Alec had always been somewhat of a role model for me, whether I realized it or not. Not that I was missing anything at home, but I really was a part of this family.

I didn’t sleep right away.

The others were breathing steadily now, Alec's body was flopped face down on his side of the bed, taking up too much space, while Scott was curled up on his side facing away from us. Charlie faced me, looking at me quietly, a satisfied smile on his face, as I ran my fingers through his hair. He had one hand resting gently on my hip, which felt oddly grounding. 

“I think I love you,” Charlie whispered to me, an inch from my face.

“I love you too, honestly,” I said, “always have.”

My mind was too alive to fall asleep yet. Not anxious, just buzzing with calm energy. I wanted to journal about it, or talk to someone about it, or do something to commemorate the moment.

I could still feel the effects of all the enormous dicks I had taken inside me that day. The way they had whispered against my neck. The way Scott had watched it all unfold, quiet but present, soaking it in like a sponge.

And now here we were. Not even moving. Just sharing heat, and space. Charlie rubbed his feet against mine, almost playfully, just massaging them with his own. He was in his own ecstasy, mirroring mine, but for different reasons. I had just discovered an amazing, new source of joy today in my friends' bodies, but Charlie had gotten closure on a desperate, long-term desire going exactly how he wanted it to go.

My dick was already getting hard again, but my body was begging for sleep. It wasn’t about getting off anymore. It was about touching these gorgeous guys. After finally being sexually spent, I just wanted to hold them, and be held by them. It had been the most comforting, smile-inducing experience of my life.