Brandy Bennie

"Bennie's cock is as thick as a brandy bottle..."

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Bennie was without doubt, the best looking dude in our small town. He was the bar owners son, and was nineteen years old. He had curly chestnut brown hair, and stood around 6’2” tall. He was a burly boy, and had the most beautiful skin I had ever seen on a man. The skin on his face looked like it belonged to a baby, and I am sure no pimple ever dared invade his features. When he helped out at the pub, I was always memorized by his easy going manner, and sexy smile. Bennie often bragged; that he had a cock the size of a well-known brandy bottle, which was favoured by the locals. As the circumference of this bottle was somewhat oval, I was intrigued, imagining what his dick would look like. One of the barmaids at the pub assured me that she had seen it, and that his assertion was indeed correct.

Bennie was fond of partying, and took great delight in regaling me with stories of his sex life. His particular favourite, was to have sex with two girls at one time. He often stated; “I loved being abused by women”. Apparently, there were two ladies in an adjoining town that regularly catered to Bennie’s inclinations. After arriving back after a night of abuse, he always had a look of total satisfaction on his face the following day. After a few months of knowing Bennie, he finally graduated from school having apparently failed the previous year. He wasn’t stupid, but simply hated school. Shortly after he finished school, he got a job about one hundred miles away from the pub. Fortunately, Bennie would often be home for weekends, and it was always a delight to see him at the pub, when he wasn’t partying.

One Sunday evening at around eight p.m, as I was passing the pub on my way back home, I was surprised to see Bennie standing at the door of the pub. Bennie informed me that he was only returning to work early the following morning, and invited me in for a drink. I had not visited the pub earlier on as usual, because Naomi, Bennie’s mom, had mentioned that she would be closing early and spending the night, in a neighbouring town. It was apparent that Bennie had already, had quite a few drinks prior to my arrival. As I started on my second drink, I daringly asked Bennie if the brandy bottle rumour was true. Smirking, he asked if I doubted his word. Teasing, I shrugged my shoulders. Unbuttoning his shirt, he invited me to follow him to the toilet area, before closing the door after we entered.

Pushing down his shorts and underpants, and kicking them to the side, he stood before me with his hands on his hips. I was very impressed! Flaccid his cock was magnificent. It was very fat, and tapered slightly towards the front. Only the tip of his dick-head was visible under a snug foreskin. Bennie had very little body hair, and was also not very hairy in the genital region. His phallus was light coloured, and the texture appeared flawless. His balls were long and heavy looking.

When I asked Bennie how big his cock got when erect, he suggested I find out by touching it. As I held it in my hand, I got to my knees before him and began fondling this thing of wonder.

Bennie’s dick responded, expanding instantly. It did indeed resemble the girth and shape of the brandy bottle in question. There was no way one would ever accommodate, more than the first few inches in any normal mouth. I threw caution to the wind, and placed my mouth over his cock-head, wondering if I would get a smack on the head. I was rather relieved, when I felt his hands encouragingly take hold of my head.

After a minute of blowing him, he pulled the t-shirt I was wearing off me, before I resumed sucking. Bennie told me that he needed to piss, before we continued. Ignoring him, I continued sucking. A second warning was issued, and again I ignored him. Warned a third time, I was told that if I didn’t stop, he would piss in my mouth. As I continued sucking, I felt a trickle of piss which I began to control with my right hand. Looking up, I saw an expression of total satisfaction on his face. This guy could piss! I must have consumed two pints of delicious nectar, before he was done minutes later.

I asked him if any of his ladies had ever allowed him to piss in their mouths. He informed me incredulously, that he was sure that they would never allow it. I continued sucking him, and was rewarded with an abundance of cum a few minutes later. The sounds emanating from him as he shot his load were fantastic. He purred like a contented kitten. Once done, I licked and cleaned his cock and weighty balls. While performing my task, I asked if he had ever received a rimming from one of his ladies. Judging by the look of confusion on his face, it was clear that he wasn’t familiar with the term.

As I explained the concept to him, he looked astonished. There was definitely, however, a hint of horniness in his eyes. I suggested we give it a go, and encouraged him to turn and bend over. As he pulled his cheeks apart I got stuck straight in, and gave his rosebud a working-over of note. An extensive array of enchanting sounds poured from his lips, as he groaned and moaned. His right hand let go of his butt, and he began frantically masturbating.

After a few minutes Bennie quickly turned around, and I received a second helping of his delicious seed. Once again I gave his tackle a good cleaning, and as I looked up saw a naughty look on his face. It appeared that a third pint was in the offing. Again, I swallowed lustily before the tap ran dry, a minute or so later. We returned to the bar, and enjoyed one last drink before I left for home.

I did enjoy a few more sessions with Bennie henceforth. The future episodes always followed the same format as our initial night at his moms bar. After returning from some or other party, or club, in the early hours of a Sunday morning, Bennie would ring my doorbell. Having not scored with a lady on those occasions, Bennie visited me for a tune-up. I assume some would say; that our sexual activity was rather one sided. I however was very happy with the arrangement. To worship at the throne of this magnificent young man’s manhood, was always a great joy for me.

 

 

Published 10 years ago

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