Love Big Boys: Confused, Then Used

Intro: This story is the first of many in a tribute to our bigger men.

"Can I tell you something in confidence, brother? I mean, no one, absolutely no one, can know what I'm about to tell you," Quinn asked Kevin.

Quinn and Kevin were on the phone after a study session, watching pro football when the epiphany of sorts hit Quinn.

"What, you a virgin," Kevin asked.

Things got quiet between them.

"Hello," Kevin yelled before breaking into a chuckle. "Bro, you never, ever, ever been with a woman?"

Quinn was embarrassed to answer for his friend since freshman year of college was ready to bash him on a tender subject.

"You're 21 years old, a senior in college, and you never once smelled a stitch of pussy," Kevin harped. "Bro, you played football at one point which should've automatically given you that pass, and you're not a bad looking dude."

Kevin didn't get it as he ragged on the silent Quinn. Kevin would change the subject as he saw his good friend, the former offensive lineman, to be an enigma, for all these years they discussed women, yet his friend never indulged in one.

"Exam is Friday bro. Let's go over the notes one more time before we crush it," Quinn said as he was clearly agitated.

"We will, but soon, I mean real soon, we gotta get your cock wet," Kevin countered.

They finished chatting, and Quinn laid back on the bed in his apartment, staring at the ceiling left thinking why, who, and how he never approached this point in life.

"At one point school and football, then all the way school," he said out loud as he tried contemplating why he never experienced a woman.

He had a litany of excuses shuttling out of his brain as he thought about it, "saving face" by touting he was on the Dean's List his entire time at Old Dominion University, a feat in itself for a mechanical engineering student.

"Bro, I just wanna make it," he texted Kevin before he got up to shower.

It was 6 p.m. on a Sunday, and Quinn wanted to grab a bite to eat, but needed to clean up after lounging in his funk all day. He finished quickly, then turned on the television in his bedroom as he got dressed, and came across the show, Baywatch. He was trying to clear his mind of the chiding from Kevin earlier, but saw all the long haired women in bikinis, with their perky tits, and shapely bottoms, as his mind shifted back to sex. He tried to shake it off, but then David Hasselhoff, the brown haired, muscle-like star of the show, pranced shirtless across the beach in one scene, and Quinn caught himself staring at David, and the red shorts he was wearing. He ended up turning the television off because he found it interesting he stared at David's crotch, more than the women nearly bearing all. He had a slight dilemma in trying to figure out what he was attracted to: the women, or men that looked like the actor. The show distracted Quinn from walking out the door in search of dinner as he sat on the bed and began biting the nails on his chubby fingers. The usually sure minded Quinn was confused, his mind swirling to make him call the one person who was five hours away in Charlotte, North Carolina who could help him diffuse any issue; his mother, Lisa.

'Mom, I think I'm bi," he told her flatly.

"And hello to you, too," she said after he opened the conversation with the statement.

She laughed as she was caught off guard, then asked a series of questions.

"I look at other guys all the time," he replied. "I don't know the rhyme or reason, but I catch myself looking at guys, a lot."

"If you're looking at guys, and not mentioning women, then you're not bi," she replied.

Quinn broke down a line of reasons why he felt he liked both sides of the fence, and Lisa in turn shut him down by letting him know she loved him, and didn't care what his preference was in bed.

"Just make smart decisions and be a rabbit out here," she said before telling him she loved him.

He replied with the same three words before they hung up the phone.

He laughed, and waltzed to his car to drive to Keagan's, a pub just up the street from his Virginia Beach apartment.

He made it to the establishment as it was empty, an unfamiliar sight for the place usually contained a decent crowd when it was open. He sat at the bar and ordered a drink, then looked up to see an older, stocky white guy, with a handlebar mustache, staring, smiling at him. He was a little nervous, but smiled back, then ordered his burger from the bartender.

"Me and the hubby were trying to figure out what was good on the menu," Saul said to Quinn.

Saul had a few from Quinn could see, but Quinn was polite in explaining why he chose the sandwich.

"Bartender, because Mr. Handsome is getting one of those, I want the same," Saul said.

"What's your name, kid?"

"Quinn," he said as he walked to sit near Saul.

"I'm Saul. Me and the hubby, who's in the bathroom, are in town for a little business," he told Quinn as he shook his hand. "Got damn kid, you're a big one. You play ball anywhere?"

"No sir. I did back in high school, and walked on my freshman year at ODU, but totally focused on this degree now," Quinn told him.

Quinn and Saul continued chatting as Tom, the tall, bald headed, bearded other half of Saul, came to join them, and would sit to the right of Saul.

"Quinn, this is Tom, my hubby," said Saul as Tom stood to shake Quinn's hand.

Quinn himself was already six foot three yet still looked up at Tom who might've been another two inches. They shook hands and Quinn was enthralled with his firm, manly handshake before they'd sit down. Saul shared with Tom what he learned of Quinn, and Tom's face lit up for he learned he had something in common with the younger pal.

"You like to fix things," Tom asked.

"I do," Quinn said as he started to blush.

The food would come (Saul ordered the same thing for Tom), and this would cause Quinn to open up more, and play right into the hands of the couple.

"You single," Tom wondered through it all. "You're a successful guy already, but you seem alone, with no other half."

The 69-year-old retired mechanic was picking apart Quinn at the right moment, and Quinn, too enamored with his food, didn't catch on.

"I'm single by choice," Quinn countered.

"And there's nothing wrong with that," Saul answered after taking a massive bite of his burger.

Saul, a year older than Tom, would skillfully change the subject to discuss life balance. He talked about him and Tom having five kids apiece.

"Prior to us getting married," Tom answered.

"Hey man, we love to fuck," Saul said jokingly as he and Tom giggled.

The conversation stayed between the three of them as the bar was still damn near empty, with the bartender on the other side, playing on her phone from being bored with no customers.

"We love to fuck, and the end result is us having a gang of children between us." said Tom.

This would be the icebreaker as Quinn became the interviewer, asking about the couple's children, and their lives as a whole.

"When did you two hook up," he asked.

"Oh baby, we'd known each other for over 30 years," Saul responded as he wiped his mouth. "We met on a fishing trip, had a few beers, then realized we liked to suck each other's cock."

Surprised by the response, Quinn became quiet as he tried to swallow a chewed up portion of his burger.

"Hey, it happens," Tom replied before sipping his drink. "We kept this up for many years until one day Saul broke the news to his wife, and I would do the same the next day."

Quinn was studying the duo for he was at a crossroads himself.

"You always been that way," he asked the couple.

"Probably, but it was my first time, and not his, but we both enjoyed it, and decided we couldn't stop," Saul told him.

Quinn was drinking in all the details as he was semi turned on. The conversation wasn't something he expected, and coincidentally it happened after the talk with Kevin, then Lisa. Quinn knew he himself was curious, and wondered if this duo could help him get over the hump.

"Who, or should I say what are you into," Saul asked after washing down his food.

Quinn looked back at him as he was nervous to answer.

"If that was too direct, son, I apologize," Saul told him. "I'm a very upfront guy about things, so please don't be offended, and you can refrain from answer......"

"I think I'm gay," Quinn clapped back.

"You think you're gay," Tom asked.

Saul and Tom dove into Quinn to help him unpack that statement. It was almost as if the duo were psychiatrists the way they pulled apart Quinn, and Quinn continued to feed into it as he expressed how he'd never been in bed with anyone.

"And you're sure about guys," Saul asked.

Saul and Tom were excited, the both of them looking at the chubby virgin while their older cocks were raging hard. The conversation grew from getting to know each other, to the duo trying to bring the "fresh fish" home to see how he would squirm.

"We'd love for you to join us in our hotel room for drinks," Tom blurted out.

"I'll pay the tab. Let's hang out a bit, get to know each other better, perhaps," Saul suggested.

The duo was smooth at getting the gullible Quinn to come back to The Westin with them, but they weren't forceful, just enticing as they wanted to "help this young man across the street."

Quinn would leave his car where it was after they departed the restaurant, for the hotel was just a few steps away.

"So you're a surefire virgin," Tom asked as they entered the elevator at the hotel.

"Never been with another guy, or woman," Quinn relayed.

Quinn caught on, but was too curious to back down, and ask to leave for he also liked the handsome duo. Saul, a proud Irishman, had his scruffy gray hair, and thick handlebar mustache over his bear body. Tom, with his darker skin was a proud tall Seminole with a thick salt and pepper beard that caught Quinn's attention the same. You could add that the couple smelled wonderful in whatever fragrance they wore, and their masculine voices caused a tremor to Quinn that made him want to be in their presence privately.

"Welcome to our humble terrace," Saul said with his New York accent as they approached the suite.

It had a jacuzzi beside the big window overlooking the city of Virginia Beach and beyond, and a large king sized bed beside the erected sling. Quinn asked of the device, and Tom cleverly explained it was a toy he and Saul used on each other.

"We don't travel without it," Saul added (they ended up not using the sling).

Tom mentioned the choices of what was on the bar as the sun was falling, and Quinn agreed to a Screwdriver, with Tom making three. Quinn would sit on the edge of the bed facing the window, in awe of what he could see when Tom handed him his drink. Saul sat to his left, while Tom sat to the right as the three toasted.

"How dare you be this handsome," Tom said as he rubbed on Quinn's shoulder.

Quinn shuddered, for he felt an engine revving up, and wasn't sure how to drive.

"You nervous," Saul asked.

"I am," Quinn replied before Saul rubbed Quinn's left knee.

Saul assured Quinn there was no need for anxiety, for they wouldn't force a thing.

Saul took another sip with Quinn, then put his drink down on the floor before reaching in to kiss Quinn on the neck.

"Speaking your language now," Tom asked, as he did the same on the opposite side with Quinn catching fire.

Quinn took one more sip, then put down his glass as he laid back on the bed. Saul and Tom were fondling him up and down, with Saul slipping a hand in Quinn's shirt to caress that left tit. Tom and Quinn started kissing while Tom would grab the right one, with Saul upping the ante as he slipped a hand into Quinn's pants to rub his cock. Quinn, who was kissing someone for the first time, was lost in the lust as he undid his pants, and leaked precum all over Tom's hand while Tom and Saul rubbed between his thick thighs. Saul moved himself to where he planted his mouth on Quinn's sensitive nipple, causing Quinn to moan and squirm, while Tom's tongue was deep in Quinn's mouth. The pants, and underwear came off as now both older men were nursing Quinn's tits, causing Quinn to turn red as he was hot for the both of them.

"Maybe we should take his shirt off," Saul whispered.

"Shit, we should all get naked at this point," said Quinn as he was anticipating what's next.

The couple rose off the bed to come out of their clothes, then faced each other to start kissing in front of their "newly indoctrinated" friend. Their rampant French kissing made Quinn hard, and he began to stroke himself when the two stopped, and climbed back on the bed to get him involved.

"You wanna suck a little cock," Tom asked Quinn.

Quinn nervously nodded yes, and Tom, with his nine inch pecker, placed it on Quinn's lips before he would coach him.

"It's pretty thick," he said to Quinn. "I'll give you a little bit to start off with."

Quinn, who watched plenty of porn, felt like he could handle a cock in his mouth, and so he opened up to allow Tom to insert the thick muscle inside. Saul was between the chub's thighs, and placed his lips on Quinn's stubby cock to jockey it with his tongue, then pull on it as he began to bob his head, slurping as he went back and forth. Quinn started moaning from having his little penis sucked.

"Focus," Tom said as he felt teeth around his cock.

"Lips and tongue, no teeth!"

Quinn's head laid on a pillow while Tom guided half his cock in and out of his mouth. Tom pushed in forward, and Quinn would gag as never before did he receive something so thick at the back of his throat.

"Breathe son, you can do it," Tom told him.

Quinn on the other hand was getting his cock sucked while a finger was in his ass as he didn't know how to take it. Saul was priming Quinn to get fucked for the first time while showing him how to please another man.

"Tight little ass is ready to be plugged," said Tom, as he slowly worked his hips back and forth.

Quinn was now a certified cocksucker as he took Tom's advice, and breathed in and out of his nose, as well as refrained from clamping too hard so his teeth wouldn't brush Tom's curved prick. Tom pulled back, and so did Saul as they looked at each other.

"Come fuck him, he's ready," said Saul.

Tom climbed off the bed, and grabbed Vaseline off the dresser to smother his cock with. Saul, with a smaller, yet thick cock at around five inches, climbed onto the bed, and crouched over Quinn.

"Lick daddy's balls for me," Saul told Quinn.

Saul was in a "catcher's stance" as his hairy balls were just above Quinn's mouth, and Tom motioned for Quinn to raise his legs in the air. The agile Saul grabbed, then briefly held Quinn's legs while Tom was rubbing his bulging cock against that poor rosebud. A minute later, Quinn's mouth was full of Saul's juicy nuts, and Tom pushed his prick into Quinn to make him scream, and help Quinn elude the status as a virgin.

"Oh fuck, the eagle has landed," Tom uttered as he pushed all his girth into Quinn.

"Fuck yea it has," said Saul. "Oh baby, suck those big balls."

Quinn, who was just receiving head and a finger pop, was the subject of this duo's pleasure. Tom was gentle in weaving his hips side to side to stretch Quinn's ditch, but in love with the sight of that pink hole puffing out as he worked it. Saul, no longer holding Quinn's legs rubbed his own nipples as he fed Quinn those sperm bubbles. Saul's knees would give out somewhat three minutes into it, and so he pressed on Quinn's chunky chest to adjust himself to where his cock would replace his balls. Saul was also in position to pull on his partner's left nipple, and even suck Quinn's pulsating cock as it continue to drool precum from his prostate being pressed.

"Big baby is coming already," Saul said before he latched on, with Quinn moaning from having his ass tapped.

Tom began stroking as his big balls slapped against Quinn's ass.

"Open for business now," Tom said as he fucked him harder.

Quinn wailed in ecstasy as he never imagined his cock being sucked while he had one in his mouth, and another in his ass. Quinn's muffled moans caused Tom to plow his slender pelvis into those big hips, subsequently having Saul suddenly cum down Quinn's throat with Quinn getting more passionate in sucking. Saul screamed as he came, and once he finished, he raised up, and stroked on Quinn's little cock while eyeing his partner fucking relentlessly.

"Go harder Tom," he told him while he sped up the jerking of Quinn.

Saul was sitting to the side as he watched Tom break out in a sweat, and saw Quinn's face wrinkled from the superior Tom wrecking the g-spot.

"Oh my God, I think I'm gonna cummmmmm," Quinn yelled right as he shot a load into the air.

Tom kept packing away while Quinn let out an enormous scream from the orgasm, then Tom grunted, and whined himself as he shot his babies deep into Quinn.

"Oh fuck, that's hottttttttt," Quinn yelled as Tom shed his seed.

Tom pulled out with his softened cock, then laid to the side of Quinn, while Quinn rushed to get to the bathroom.

"Holy fuck dude," Quinn said when he returned.

"Still confused," Saul asked.

The three of them laughed, then Quinn laid between them, as they would sit, and break down the row of events that evening.

"I just wanted dinner," Quinn said.

"And you got that and more," Tom replied.

"I just wanted a drink," Quinn added.

"And got the best Screwdriver of your life," Saul replied before he kissed Quinn.

No matter which way Quinn looked at it, he got all of what he had coming to him. Kevin might've ridiculed Quinn, but it didn't matter, for Quinn wasn't into women at all, at any real time. Quinn felt free, and liberated for he for so long was hiding what he truly was: a cocksucker into older men. He'd end up spending the night with the two, and getting up in the early a.m. to get fucked once more, this time with three loads left in him as Saul and Tom took turns before sending him off. He was absolutely, positively, confused, no more.