Adams Rib Eye by Joncy
Date: May 30, 2022

I'm just back from a weekend fuck-fest which included sucking the best dick I've had in a long time. Two days of almost constant meat-munching and butt-punching. Can't wait to tell you all about it because it's the kind of thing you want to share, not because you particularly want to show off or make other people envious, but because it's living proof that sexual surprises lie around every corner and you should never leave a single stone unturned or a pair of pants unopened.

Paradoxically, I'd like to start with the bottom line and then we can delve more deeply into details. I don't want to spoil your pleasure. Just leave you panting for more or all agog with your mouth and ears open to find out how it all came to pass. Just like me who before writing this had a sudden urge to find out more about meat and its various cuts and servings. The first thing my Wikipedia told me was that the " rib-eye steak can be cut boneless or bone-in and that a 'bone-in ribeye' - sometimes called a 'cowboy ribeye' - is tender and fattier and more 'marbled' than most cuts of beef ." I kid you not. If you don't believe me you can look it up for yourself! The definition went on to say, "This extra fat makes ribeye steaks and roasts especially tender and flavorsome and well suited to dry heat cookery." Of course it mentioned nothing about wet mouth marination but I'm sure you don't need a dictionary definition of that. It also said quite a bit about tenderloins but I'm sure you know all about those too!

This brings me to Adam, the pivotal centre of this torrid tale. I 'purloined' his not-so-tender loins from my sister-in-law as you will agree is often the case. You know, you end up staying with boring relatives for the weekend and the weather turns foul and you find yourself playing cards or sitting in front of the television. Then, if you're lucky, you find yourself making it with somebody's brother. Usually one who's young and hung and hasn't left home yet. And that's exactly what happened to me. The surprise element was that he had a soft, gentle face and I didn't expect anything so hard and strong to come raging out of his jeans. I mean it was docile lap dog to rabid Doberman with him. His dick was awesome. Huge and sinewy and I'm sure that if it had been a piece of ribeye it would have been "one of the most popular, juicy, but expensive steaks on the market." Just like my Wikipedia informed me. Mind you, I had to wait until late on Saturday night before I could indulge in its consumption and initially risk facial injury from the metal studs on his belt. But it was worth the wait. And the struggle to get it all in my mouth. Let me tell you all about it from start to finish.

My brother had recently got married but I'd been on an Erasmus scholarship and unable to make it to the wedding in time. Of course, I'd seen all the photos and even seen Adam but he looked like a teenage nerd to me and I'm into older men. Straight men preferably. They turn me on because they represent more of a challenge although, as you probably know, many of them are secretly yearning for the right moment to free their buried longings. My family doesn't broadcast the fact I'm gay so it was quite natural for my sister-in-law Sally to ask me to share a room with Adam in the attic. It was mid-March and pretty fucking freezing up there but as you can imagine we soon warmed the place up. But, as I say, we didn't actually start humping and thumping until it was almost time to put the light out and go to sleep. Actually, he didn't really interest me one way or the other but we were stretched out on his bed looking at some hot, horny film with Meg Ryan. 'In The Cut' I think it was. Funny because, cum to think of it, that rather ties up with what I was saying about rib-eyes and various cuts of beef. Anyway, we'd had a couple of beers which had probably gone to his head and to his dick so he got turned on and started talking about girls. The usual straight man pussy talk which invariably leads to fucking and sucking if you play your cards right. Straight men, are a mass of contradictions and you have to quit listening to what they're saying and tune your dick into what they mean. Which is usually that they want you to suck them off or let them fuck you in the ass but, at the same time, want you to promise not to tell anyone. Some of them are even closet butt sluts. But I thought Adam was just a horny teenager and I wanted to give him a helping hand. Or mouth.

I mean I was only four or five years older than him but I was sure there were a hell of a lot of things I could tell him about the facts of life. I mean you can't learn everything from watching movies. But you can learn a whole lot from body language and what guys wear. Adam himself had on a pair of baggy levis with holes in them and, like I told you, a belt that had a row of mean metal studs. So I should have known what to expect. To me, studs who sport studs are always suspect. It's a kind of unnecessary declaration of their masculinity and a dead give-away as to their potential proclivities. Anyway, during the movie he unbuckled the belt and put his hand inside his jeans. I knew he was touching himself and would probably have jerked off if I hadn't been there so I told him to go ahead and be my guest. Told him to put out the light and enjoy himself. Of course, he asked me if I was turned on too so I took hold of his hand and put it on my crotch so he could find out for himself. Instead of punching me on the nose he traced the outline of my dick through my jeans and made me hard as a rock. From that moment on there was no turning back. We were on the sexual road of no return and personal discovery. I never wear underwear so after he'd fumbled his way into my jeans he had no problem getting to grips with my dick. Unfortunately, he didn't really seem to know what to do with it once he got it out.

"Do you want me to jerk you off ?" he asked me.

"You don't have to ask," I told him. "Do what you like with it."

"Even put it in my mouth?"

"Suck the fuck out of it if you want." I said.

It was obvious by the way he handled it that my nine-incher was more than he could manage. At least that's what I thought at first. I mean how was I to know what lay between his legs so I asked him if he'd ever been down on anybody before. The answer, of course, was no. So what's a guy to do! He obviously needed a few pointers. Without another word, I buried my face in the nosebag of his jeans, like a horse searching for oats, and my muzzle came into contact with something hot and hard. Much hotter and harder than I'd expected. He grabbed hold of my head with his footballer's thighs and urged me on. As I said, he had such a slim trim body and sweet fragile face that I was in no way prepared for the strength in his legs. I was reminded of the first time I was in a rugby scrum with my face surrounded by a mass of muscular butts. I'd been scared and almost crushed to death but the smell and the feel of all that male flesh had turned me on and I'd never looked back since. One sniff of a man on heat was enough to send my senses reeling and Adam was really hot to trot. His dick was obviously hungry for my mouth and we were both super excited and eager to get out of our clothes and sink our teeth into each other. I narrowly missed losing an eye on the vicious studs of his belt as I dragged it out of his denims and wrenched him open but finally scored a touchdown and got my lips round his dick.

Man, was it big! It had more meat on it than my inside leg!

"Wow!" I said. "Bet you've never found a girl to get her mouth round that!"

He didn't answer.

To stay in the sporting vernacular I have to admit that I'd never encountered, or tackled, a dick that big. Besides a rugby scrum it made me think of one of the Greek temples I'd seen while I was on my Erasmus scholarship. It was a work of art. A proud thrusting phallus reaching for the sky - and my mouth - supported by legs like beautifully sculptured marble pillars and enhanced by balls of granite. It made my jowls expand to such an extent I thought my jaws would burst.

He was equally appreciative of my mouth. Or maybe I should say deep throat.

"What are you doing to me, Joncy?" he said. " I never thought this could feel so fucking good!"

I never thought anything could feel so fucking good either. Or so painfully pleasurable.

Especially when he went to work on my ass. But let's leave that till later.

Meanwhile let's get back to food. Have you ever heard of bangers and mash?

It's part of our starchy staple diet over here in England and means sausages and mashed potatoes.

I tell you man, that teenage twink mashed my face with his fat sausage and pounded and creamed my mouth until he left it feeling like powdered purée.

In other words he fucked the shit out of my face, if you prefer more graphic language. Not that I'm complaining. It's not every day you get to make a three-course meal out of some guy's dick. Or feed on it and fuck with it for an entire Saturday night and most of Sunday too!

Of course we had to be careful. And we had to be quiet.

The first time being quiet was a bit difficult as the mouth-massage I gave his gorgeous dick led to some noisy eruptions as he groaned and moaned in unbridled pleasure and came like a fire hydrant. I managed to swallow most of it but a lot more ended up on my chin and the rest spilled out of him as his trembling body continued to spasm and his wet load dripped down over his beautiful boulder balls and onto his muscular footballer's legs. Boldly, I asked him if he'd like to taste his own cum and before he could answer I'd kissed him and then rubbed the residue of his seed all over his cute smiling face. Fortunately, he had his own bathroom so we were able to wash up although he said we couldn't use the shower or flush the toilet as the pipes made too much noise. This made us both laugh seeing how much noise we'd made with the flushing of our own pipes. Needless to say he'd put my Lesson 69 to the test and proved to be a quick learner and an excellent pupil. So we both fell asleep fully satisfied. Or should I say full and satisfied? Anyway, you know what I mean.

Next day, the weather was lousy and there was a football match on television so it seemed quite natural we should spend Sunday afternoon looking at it in Adam's room while Sally and my brother did their own thing which was probably the same thing as we were doing. Playing with balls and scoring goals. I fucked him first although actually I couldn't wait to get his dick up my ass. Still, I was afraid I'd have no energy left after getting all that meat inside me. Not to mention digesting it.

I played him like a violin, or cello, gently stroking him and passing my hands over his taut six-pack abs to help the poor baby-hunk's anal muscles relax and then tweaking his nips so he was distracted by one kind of pain while I inflicted a much bigger one on him with my mega-boner. He took it all like a man, of course. He also took to it like a duck to water and I knew that I had a potential butt slut on my hands. A muffled scream tried to escape from his mouth as he felt his bubble butt being burst open but after only a few moments, the whimpering puppy began to moan with pleasure and growl like a full grown dog as my fuck-rod hit his sensitive prostate. Remembering the hammering he'd given my mouth I began pounding into his tight little ass and made him scream so I had to cover his mouth with the palm of my hand After a while he was licking it gratefully and begging for more of my dick inside him. He wiggled his butt and opened it wide like a baby thrush waiting for its mother to shove food down its throat. "Wow," is all he said, sitting further down on me.

"You sure know how to make a fellow feel hot," he added later. Amen to that thought I.

We took it easy for the rest of the afternoon but his dick started getting itchy again after dinner. We were all supposed to go out for a drink together at the local pub but I said I needed an early night as I had to get up at dawn next morning. I managed to persuade him to go without me. I mean I didn't want his sister and my brother cottoning on to what we were getting up to. After all, I wanted to be invited again. In every respect. So I lay in bed brushing and combing my hormones waiting for him to come home. Naturally, I know I can't keep you waiting much longer brushing yours so I'd better get back to the bottom line of this story which, if you remember that long ago, is about cuts of meat and more specifically Adam's rib-eye. I suppose you're more than mid-wank by now and dying to know what it finally felt like when he jam-packed all his juicy red meat into my back passage. So here goes. Of course, words alone aren't really adequate to describe it but I'll do my best.

However, first I'm going to have to change images and move from meat to meat rack. And metal. Heavy metal. Like corrugated iron, milk churns and nutcrackers. A strange mixture I know but the combination of the three will give you an idea of the complete picture. He used his thighs of steel to give himself the necessary leverage when he finally manipulated me into the right position and manoeuvred his large barge into my love channel. I tell you man it took a whole lot of grease and endurance but we finally managed it. Just like my jowls, my butt cheeks expanded miraculously and let him all in. Although I was also 'all in', and huffing and puffing, by the time he was ready to go full steam ahead. After he'd inserted his engine of corrugated iron, inch by shattering inch, he made my butt feel for all the world like a milk churn as he turned my insides to butter. He literally had me foaming at the mouth and butt and gasping for breath. I'll leave out the bits about grinding my teeth and climbing halfway up the wall and hanging onto the bedposts and stuffing a pillow in my mouth to stifle my screams. Suffice to say, it was the rockiest, raunchiest fuck I've ever yet had and I can't wait to get him inside me again but preferably somewhere where I can give full vent to my feelings and bellow like a slaughtered bull which is how I felt. Which figures I suppose as, after all, that's where all that juicy meat comes from. Anyway, it was great. Fucking great!

Wish I had a picture of his dick to show you what you're missing. In fact, I had quite a difficult job finding a model with the right soft expression and hard erection mix to illustrate this story. The one we've chosen is the nearest I could get. He has a very sweet face but he doesn't really measure up in the dick dimension department. Still I'm sure he won't disappoint you. He's more than halfway there and you can bring the rest up to porno par with your imagination.

There's no way I'm going to introduce you to Adam.