Eight Inches

Got stranded at my pal Devin’s place this week when it started sleeting like crazy. I decided to wait it out, and wound up bunking on the couch. I couldn’t sleep in my clothes, but I didn’t have anything else to wear so I wound up in nothing but an oversized shirt Dev lent me.

At about three I woke up and went to look outside, and it was totally snowed under. No way was I getting into my car and driving on snow on top of ice. The forecast had said maybe six inches before sunup. So I just stood and watched the fat flakes come raining down. It was a while before I realized that Dev was standing right behind me. I didn’t know if he was looking at me or the snow.

It was me. He stepped up and put his arms around me. I’ve been with Devin before, usually between boyfriends. He’s not looking for commitment, but he isn’t one of those fuck ‘em and leave ‘em types, either. He’s . . . friendly. Cuddly, even. One of the most wholesome guys I know.

Yeah, yeah. I know. I have a huge soft spot for bad boys, and I’m not supposed to go for nice guys, but if you knew Devin you’d understand. He’s gorgeous, all manly jaw and corn-fed muscle, but he has the sweetest, poutiest lips, and his hair is always a mess. Adorable.

He squeezed me, took quiet control as his hands roamed my body. He squeezed my breasts until they ached; he rubbed a hand down over my belly to circle my stiffening cock. His own cock was pressing against me through his sweat pants. Cold poured out of the window, even through the glass, but against me he was hot. I knew I wanted him inside me.

Dev turned me, we kissed, staggered to his warm bed. It was so quiet! Not a sound from the street. Just his breathing, the sound of his hands on my flesh, mine on his. When he lay me back and worked his cock into me, I was sure that everyone for miles could hear me.

He’s big, eight inches, so it took a lot of lube, a lot of prying and probing. I jerked off, stroking my cock as he urged his into me. The fat head slipped in, and then he was squeezing the rest in, taking slow, deep strokes.