Date: Tue, 14 Jan 2025 19:15:51 +0200 From: MultyAmory Subject: Ben's Big Load - bisexual\adult-friends Ben, naked, leaned back against the pillows, his legs spread, his right hand, slick with hand cream, squished up and down his hard shaft. His left hand was holding his phone, and a hardcore scene was playing on it, a huge hard cock railing a gaping pussy. Nothing was happening. Ben pulled on his cock faster and faster like he was angry at it, but though it felt good, he didn't feel any build up. Nothing was happening. Ben sighed. The third message from Mark in the past 20 minutes flashed on the screen, obscuring the porn. "Where are you???" Ben sighed again. He promised the guys he'll meet them down at the bar. He wanted to cum so badly. He hasn't been able to finish in weeks. So many different things, his job, the economy, wildfires, his inability to get a girlfriend, he just couldn't concentrate. Ben got up and got dressed. No point in continuing this. As he walked down the street towards the bar, Ben reminisced about his last attempt to drop his load off at Suzy's place last week. They had a nice dinner, he complimented her hair and new earrings, then she took him back to her place. They were making out on the couch, sloppy kisses, breasts and asses grabbed. His dick was so hard it hurt. He got really excited when Suzy finally unzipped his jeans, smiled when she pulled down his underwear over his balls, realising his engorged member, then she licked his cockhead once "Ewe! Your jizz reeks!" she slammed on the breaks so fast it was like Ben hit a wall "Wait, what?" Suzy straightened, looked straight in Ben's eyes and forcefully said, "I'm not putting that," pointing at his hard cock, leaking precum, "in my mouth!" Ben, embarrassed, stammered, "So, maybe..." he gestured at her crotch, "No! I think I'd like you to leave." Then back home, Ben did his best, but after 20 minutes, his dick was red and raw, and still he wasn't able to cum. It wasn't just feeling full and uncomfortable, it was also the emotional release. Ben wanted, needed, to relax, and he knew dumping his big load would relax him, and help him handle his life better. At the bar, Ben bought a round for everyone, and they stood around, sipping their beers. His friends could see he was dejected, and after pressuring him, he finally relented and told him about his big load problem. "I don't know what to do. I tried. Jacking off does nothing for me. Suzy cockblocked me pretty harshly. Haven't been able to find anything in weeks. I'm desperate." Chet laughed. At 23, he was the youngest of the bunch. He was one of them annoying big tech money guys, Ben had no idea what he actually did, but everyone knew he was rich. "I just go all the time, anywhere I want." Chet adjusted his crotch, looking around, "I just get so horny, you know? Like, earlier, I came in, and there's this waitress here, big blonde curls, huge boobs. She was walking around, and her tank top, it's so tight, it's like it's painted on. And then she has deep cleavage, so you can see these two perfect globes, and the cleft between them deep and snug, and I immediately had this powerful image of my hard dick, just rubbing between them, you know, she's below me" Chet started moving his hips, demonstrating to the guys his fantasy, "and my hard dick is smooshes between her perfect breasts, and the tip, it perfectly goes into her mouth, back and forth, I could just see it so clearly. So, you know, I just ran to the bathroom, got in a stall, released the beast, and in a few strokes I was cumming inside some tissue paper. Took about 3 minutes." "Yea, well, I'm happy for you" Ben said bitterly, "but I've been trying for half an hour, it just doesn't work. The visual stimulation isn't enough to engage me. I need actual physical touch, like a mouth or a pussy or something." "Oh, so that's why you were so late." Ben's best friend, Mike, was the oldest of the bunch, at 33. He was a foreman at a construction crew, big and balding, always faintly smelling of sawdust. Ben loved him like a brother. "I just dumped my load at my ex wife's last night" Mike said, smirking, tucking his shirt in his pants like he was a big shot, "She's always down to take it. But she's weird about it. Like about a month after we got divorced, she calls me up, says a bookshelf in her apartment is crooked. So I go over there, she opens the door, in red lace panties and a bra, and some sheer nightgown she might as well not be wearing at all. She's sipping on a glass of red wine and asks me to come in. So I do, confused as hell. She takes me to the living room, and while I start fixing the shelf, she sits on the couch, talking about how manly it is I can do things with my hands, and I used to be able to make her feel real good with my hands, and how sometimes she really needs a good long fucking, anyway, next thing I know, she turns me around, goes down on her knees, takes my cock out, I'm obviously hard, cause, you know, she really looks good in those red lace panties and bra. Then she sucks me off for a few minutes, before taking me to the bedroom, she lays down, takes her panties off, spreads her legs, and orders me to make her cum. So you know, I go down there, I finger her, I know exactly how to find her spot, and I suck on her clit and fuck her with my fingers, she's writhing on the bed like she's seeing Jesus. Then I get on the bed, she's so wet I slide right in her pussy, and I fuck her for a few strokes before cumming inside her. Remember I got that vasectomy so no rubber. Anyway, then she lays there, all content like the cat who ate all the cream, and bids me to fuck off. A few months after that, I had a date in the area, it went horrible, the woman was a snob and a bore. She was Sarah's friend and we gossipped about her all through the date. So I ask Sarah if I can come over, she says sure, ten minutes and two glasses of wine later, she's on all fours on the couch, and I'm doing her doggie style. We have an understanding now. As long as I make her cum and clear out right after the sex, there's no problem." "Well, that's just great, Mike," Ben said, peeved, "but you and Sarah have a long history. She loves you, even if she can't stand being married to you. She's not going to fuck me." "I release my load at Jim's." Dan, the fourth member of the group, suddenly exclaimed. Dan worked on Mike's crew, and hit it off with the other friends during a cookout a few years ago, and somehow ended up becoming the fourth in their little group. He looked like a younger, more muscular version of Mike. Ben, Chet and Mike all turned towards Dan, "Jim's?" Asked Ben. "Yea, he lives nearby, right up Hill Street? He has a scrap yard there." The friends exchanged glances. Dan blushed a bit, and then told his story, not looking at any of them, "So about a year ago, my mom's car finally died, and I wanted to sell it for parts. I was looking for someone to haul it away, and some friends recommended Jim, said he was honest and would give me a good price. So I went over there, and you know, Hill Street is kinda steep, so by the time I got to his scrapyard I was kinda out of breath, and then when I saw him, I got even more out of breath." "He's hot?" Ben asked, "Oh, yea!" Dan said, enthusiastically. "He saw I was red faced and sweating so he asked me inside his office. He was handing me a glass of water when we locked eyes, and I don't know, something got over me, he gave me this cocky smile and licked his lips, and next thing I know, we're on his couch making out. Then he opened my belt, pulled down my pants and underwear, and just sat on my cock. The guy's an animal. Pure sex on legs. I went over there two more times after that, and every time, it was easy, just like that. I'm telling you, if you're looking for a place to dump your big load, you should ask Jim." Chet and Mike chuckled, but Ben was desperate. **** The next day, Ben ran up Hill Street. Jim's Scrapyard was large and clearly signed. Ben walked into the quiet scrapyard and cried out, "Hello?" A tall, large man walked out of a small booth. He was a head taller than Ben, and almost twice the width. He wore a white tank top, exposing large, muscular, hairy arms. He had a large bushy brown beard and mustache, and dark piercing eyes. He wore black leather pants, and Ben could see the traces of a large trouser snake snaking down one leg like one of those bikers in a Tom of Finland drawing. "Can I help you?" he asked in a deep voice "Hi," Ben was suddenly a little embarrassed, "I'm Dan's friend. He told me all about you. I thought maybe you could help me..." Ben's voice trailed off "Dan's friend, ah?" Jim smirked, his eyes twinkling. "Come on to the back" Ben followed Jim, admiring his broad muscular back and tight juicy ass. Jim entered a shaded workstation, and then opened a narrow door in the wall and walked into an office. Ben followed him, and found himself crammed in a small office, with one small deck. The room was so small Ben was forced to stand just a foot away from Jim, and he could smell his manly smell of sweat, grease and oil, and fell Jim's body heat. Jim closed the door to the office, "So Dan told you we fucked?" He raised an eyebrow "Yea, he kinda... but also, he mentioned that..." Ben swallowed hard, "that he fucked you?" "Oh, yea," Jim nodded vigorously, "Dan deposited quite a load." he chuckled. "Oh, you're surprised Dan fucked me and not the other way around cause I'm a big fella? I'm what they call a power bottom." He traced a finger on Ben's chest, who trembled at his touch, "I just love," Jim drew out the word, "love feeling a juicy hard cock slamming into me, I can take it. No matter how big or hard. I can take it." Jim walked up to Ben, he looked down, and gently lifted Ben's chin, "So, tell me Daddy, do you have a big load for me?" Ben nodded, speechless. His cock was a steel rod in his pants. He shook with lust. Jim swiftly turned to the desk, and removed a small KY bottle from a drawer. He handed it to Ben, and then turned back to the desk, and in one swift motion, took down his pants. Like Ben thought, he didn't wear any underwear, exposing his round juicy ass. Ben started breathing heavily. He Opened his pants, and dropped his pants and underwear over his ass. His cock was already hard. He smeared a generous amount of KY on his cock, really rubbing up and down the shaft with his hand, "Put some jelly in me, too. With your fingers." Jim growled. Ben nodded. He took a generous glob of KY jelly on two fingers, and walked up to Jim, "Oh, yea. Just stick it in me." Jim leaned forward, supporting his weight on the desk, and spread his legs. Ben caressed his back and waist with his left hand, trailing down to Jim's ass. He cupped it, and Jim hissed with anticipation, Ben closed the gap between them, he pushed his fingers between Jim's ass cheeks. He could feel Jim's asshole, and then he slowly started applying pressure. Jim was right. He could take anything. Ben's fingers slipped in without any resistance, and Jim groaned, "Oh, yes Daddy, fuck me with your fingers" Ben moved his fingers in and out of Jim's ass a few times, before he vacated his fingers and then, holding his hard cock, he pushed forward, slipping between Jim's ass cheeks, slick with jelly, he could feel Jim's gaping asshole on his cockhead. He pushed further in, and just slipped in. Ben gave out a deep moan. Jim's hot insides enveloped his cock. It was everything he wanted, "Oh, god, yes, this feels so GOOD!" He grabbed Jim by the waist, pulled out a bit, then pushed back in. They both moaned. Ben started fucking Jim, "Harder, Daddy! Harder! Give it to me!" "OK!" Ben moaned, slamming into Jim again and again and again, he was quickly and deeply fucking Jim, standing there in Jim's office, feeling the slick tight pressure around his cock, sweet friction everytime he slammed back in. Ben lost all coherent thought, pleasure was spreading through his body, driving away all other thoughts, he wasn't thinking about what he had to do, he didn't feel any pressure, he wasn't thinking about Jim or who he was, he wasn't thinking about feelings or the future, just fucking, harder and harder, slamming with all his might, and he could feel it, this huge wave, building up deep with in, "Oh, god, oh, god, it's coming, fuck, so good, your ass feels so good, oh, god, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cu-u-u-u-u-uming!" Ben slammed again and again and again, his words came out almost as weeps, as a huge wave of release washed over him, and he started cumming, shooting deep into Jim, again and again and again. **** Ever since that day, whenever Ben had a dry spell, and was striking out with the ladies, he would head on over to Jim's Scrapyard, and dump his big load inside Jim. POLYAMORY IS WRONG! It is either Multiamory or Polyphilia, but mixing Greek and Latin Roots? WRONG!