Ainsleigh was an unremarkable-looking guy. He stood five-foot-eight-inches tall and was lithe and actually, if one was perfectly honest, he bordered on skinny. He wasn’t ugly and had a rather pleasant face. Fully clothed, he never caught the eye of the butch tops that he had a predilection for.
Ainsleigh, however, had a magic weapon in his arsenal. He was gifted with one of the most magnificent dicks one would ever see. It was thick and ten-and-three-quarter inches long. Impishly, he often quipped about the lost ‘quarter.’ When Ainsleigh was naked, his cock looked somewhat incongruous on his light frame.
He was totally versatile and always insisted on flip-flopping. Ainsleigh, therefore, never wasted his time with queens. Ainsleigh always felt that the; ‘top and bottom’ bullshit was totally unfulfilling and preferred a ‘holistic’ approach to sex. The thing that pleased him the most was the gobsmacked reaction that he got, when his ‘big reveal’ took place. Thereafter, his ‘practised nonchalance’ was part of his ritual and he simply revelled in it. It always amazed him how alpha men practically begged him to fuck them when his ‘armament’ was displayed.
The sound of a squealing hunk was like music to his ears, as his weapon slammed into their meaty mounds. He had even cultivated an ‘abusive’ vocal repertoire to accompany their howls as he pummelled their butts.
Ainsleigh never deliberately flaunted his wares because, for him, that would take all the fun out of it. He always wore slightly baggy pants and let his overhanging casual shirt further obscure his endowment. The element of surprise was what really fuelled his mischievous imagination because he thrived on being underestimated.
Ainsleigh was promiscuous and seldom indulged in repeat performances. The only time he did make the exception, was when he recalled an encounter with a guy that he remembered had been well-endowed. He had only ever swapped telephone numbers with a married guy named Ralph. Ralph was a contract worker that he only saw every eight weeks or so, and was the only man that Ainsleigh would ever have happily settled down with. Ralph was hung like a horse, as rough as a bear’s arse, and mercilessly ‘abused’ Ainsleigh’s backside whenever they got together… just the way Ainsleigh loved it!
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On a Friday night at nine o’clock, Ainsley made his way to a local gay bar. As he sat there he had a good look at all the patrons, before deciding that he really wasn’t interested in anyone on offer. Being rather early, however, he reasoned that he would leisurely have another beer and then, if the mood took him, maybe head off to the sauna.
As he sat at the bar the most exquisite gym bunny entered and sat opposite him. The guy looked like a Greco/Roman sculpture and was totally full of his himself. In all honesty, he was fuckin’ magnificent. As he sat there with a self-satisfied smirk, it was as if the gym bunny was inviting everyone to worship his splendour.
Next, the Adonis constant rubbed his muscled arms and torso as his hedonism practically bordered ad nauseum. Unsurprisingly, he didn’t even glance at Ainsleigh. Intrigued, Ainsleigh couldn’t keep his eyes off the Adonis. After twenty minutes of basking in in his vainglory, the guy stood up and then after arrogant scan around the pub, he sauntered off to the toilet area with his beer in hand. As he did so, Ainsleigh dashed off after him.
When Ainsleigh arrived at the large stainless steel urinal, his almost skipped a beat as he observed the Adonis proudly standing there and having a piss. As Ainsleigh took up a position on his right side, Ainsleigh swiftly unzipped and exhibited his cock. Initially, caught up in his self-importance, Mr. Wonderful, scarcely even acknowledged it, before a cursory glance turned into a prolonged stare. The gym bunny’s face now lit up in wonderment.
“Jesus… Fuck… Do you have enough blood in your body to get that dong erect?” The Adonis asked, with his eyes spinning.
“Sure,” Ainsleigh replied nonchalantly, as he giggled inwardly. The tried and tested old trick was working perfectly, as always.
Open-mouthed and now devoid of all former bravado, Dougal, as Ainsleigh was shortly to learn, was practically salivating. This was Ainsleigh favourite part of proceedings. The lure had been put out there as Ainsleigh now used the ‘fly’ to tantalized the curious salmon.