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As with all fiction, there are elements of truth. However, any resemblance to actual people or places are unintentional. This is a six-chapter story. By the end, I will have fucked, and been fucked, fisted, dominated and DPed. All I can say is...
Be Careful What You Ask For ... Chapter 4
The bark of a dog roused me from my slumber. I stretched my naked body, trying to work the kinks out of my joints after sleeping on just my sleeping bag and pad on the hard ground. I shrugged. That's what camping was all about - roughing it.
I lifted the flap on the tent window. The morning sun was just beginning to steal the dark of night. Oranges, reds and pinks brightened the eastern ridges of the Collegiate Mountains.
I ran my hands over my hard pecs and abs and down over my crotch. I smiled as I remembered topping the arrogant Alpha Kyle the previous night. I slowly worked my morning woody, reliving that intense feeling of my hard cock forcing its way into his virgin hole. I debated whether to bring it to my normal waking climax or wait to see what the day might bring.
Then it hit me. This was the day. This was the day I had volunteered to get fisted. I sat up with a jolt. Fuck! What was I thinking? Fuck! Shit! Fuck!
My mind went into overdrive. It was still early morning. No one else was up. I could pack up the tent and gear, strap it on the bike and be out of here before anyone else was awake.
Shit. I knew that wasn't going to happen.
I flopped back down on my sleeping bag. I expected that the thought of the coming experience would completely deflate my erection. Instead, it was pulsing and throbbing in anticipation.
I spit into my right hand and began to work my knob while my left tweaked my tits. The last thing I wanted to happen was to nut in front of a bunch of guys with Bruno's fist up my ass. That thought put me over the edge. My nuts pulled up. The muscles clenched deep within my gut. I thrust into my pumping fist. I groaned that groan of pure pleasure. Spunk shot over my abs and chest.
I reached for a dirty sock to clean up my spent cum. Clean up. Shit. That's the last thing Bruno told me last night...to make sure I was cleaned out.
I grabbed the enema bottle. I hoped no one else was in the john. I laughed to myself. Shitting would be one thing more embarrassing than nutting while getting fisted. I filled the bottle a second time, letting the warm water fill me once more, just to be sure that messy accident didn't happen.
I headed for the café. The early morning fog still hovered over the creek. The light sweatshirt rubbed against my sore tits, but felt good against the cool of the morning. It wouldn't be long before the sun would burn away the fog and awaken the campers, but for now, all was quiet. I needed that quiet and a strong cup of coffee to calm my nerves. I couldn't have any breakfast, but I did need my coffee.
I spent the next hour up on the ridge enjoying the morning sun. I did a double set of stretches and pushups and a triple set of squats. I needed those glutes to be good and tight for the "show".
I still couldn't believe I had actually volunteered to get fisted by Bruno. Yet, at the time, it seemed like a fun thing to do. I loved having my ass played with, and the thought of taking a fist had long been a fantasy. A couple of guys had tried, but failed. Still, the thought of this attempt in front of a bunch of guys terrified me.
My ass twitched in anticipation. Fuck, just thinking about it had made me hard again. I laid back on my sweatshirt. The sun warmed my bare skin. Pre-cum glistened as it oozed from my piss slit. I sucked on my middle finger, slobbered it up good, then gently massaged the head of my cock with the mixture of juices.
"I can take care of that for you, if you'd like."
I bolted to a sitting position, instinctively covering my privates with my hands. Momentarily the sun blinded me. All I could see was the dark shadow of naked broad shoulders, narrow waist and strong, thick legs.
I stuck up a hand to shield the sun. As I did, the shadow stuck out his hand. "Name's Max. Saw you in the hot tub last night. Damn, you have a nice bod."
I reached up and shook his hand. "Rod," I said, more than a bit surprised and confused.
He nodded at my crotch. "Like I said, I'll take care of that for you, if you'd let me."
I leaned back and spread my legs. I shrugged. "Who am I to hinder a man from our mutual enjoyment."
He went to his knees giving me a chance to get a good look at him. Now I remembered him from the hot tub. Early twenties. Short blond hair. A hint of a mustache. Massive shoulders, biceps and pecs. Solid abs. A great smile with nice thick lips. I had wondered at the time, as I slipped into the water next to Kyle, what those lips would feel like wrapped around my cock. But he was with a skinny surfer dude. And he exuded that "I'm a hard-assed fucking top, so don't mess with me" attitude. Now, here he was about to devour my dick in all of nature's morning glory.
He hovered over me. His breath cooled my moist nob, sending shivers up my spine. He looked up at me. Big blue eyes. Eyes tell a lot about a person. These were eyes of lust and desire. This hunk of muscle hanging over me set my cock throbbing.
Without taking his gaze off mine, the tip of his tongue brushed my piss slit. He smacked his lips. "Um, tasty." He dove in for another taste. His tongue swirled around my nob like he was licking an ice cream cone on a hot day.
He licked those full lips.
I stretched out, letting the sun's rays focus like a spotlight on the scene. There's nothing like sex in the wide-open spaces.
I looked back at him. His return stare had the intensity of a man on a mission. He lowered his face. Those lips encircled my nob. I leaned back, enjoying the sensation. It was like liquid silk slipping over my manhood.
Then, my body went rigid. The suction on my dick head was beyond anything I had ever experienced. The pleasure/pain was incredible. I jerked up. His eyes smiled at me. He winked, then pulled his lips off with a pop like a cork out of a bottle.
"Holy fuck," was all I could say.
He winked again. Again, his lips engulfed my nob. Again, that suction. Pop.
"How in the hell do you do that?"
"Talent," he said, "and lots of practice."
He fisted my shaft with his right hand, sliding easily up and down with the natural lube from his spit and my pre-cum. He lifted my balls with his left, squeezing them gently. His talented tongue flicked along that tender ridge between my ass and balls. He licked each nut, caressing them like a mother cat would her kittens.
He sucked each one through those plump lips. Each time, the pressure from this human suction machine sent electric currents through my body.
He licked and nipped up the underside of shaft, kneading my balls like play-doh. He licked each side of my shaft, then once again sucked my head into his hot, moist mouth. Slowly, he worked his way down the length of my tool, working that rigid muscle with his tongue and mouth.
I groaned, mumbling some stupid gibberish like, "Jeez, yes. Suck that cock," or some other trivia. I was too far gone to do anything but lavish the moment. I'd swear, he began to hum, sending another set of vibrations through the core of my manhood.
I felt my tender head reach the entrance to his throat. He pulled back slightly, then devoured the entire rod. It slipped smoothly down his throat. Ever so slowly he began to fuck my cock with his lips and mouth and throat, at the same time rolling and mauling my balls. The pressure began to build in the depths of my groin. He picked up speed. I started fucking his mouth, thrusting deep into his throat with each thrust.
I'm always horny, but to nut twice in the same morning was uncommon, even for me. Yet... "I'm gonna cum!" I shouted.
He simply grunted, pulled back to the head, gave one more mighty suck to my head, then dove with his nose buried in my pubs.
I screamed from the intensity of the release as I shot spurt after spurt of my spunk down his throat. He sucked me dry, my sensitive gland jolting with each pulse. He pulled off my shrinking tool with a final pop. I fell back exhausted.
I sighed, "That was the most amazing blow-job I have ever had. Incredible." When I had somewhat regained my composure, I added, "Thanks, man. Maybe later I can return the favor."
He winked at me. "We may see what we can do about that."
For the second time in one morning, I had nutted big-time. I didn't think I'd have to worry about doing it again with Bruno.
He helped me to my feet and we headed back down to camp. I glanced over at his incredible body. I shook my head. "I have to say, after seeing you last night in the hot tub, I would have taken you for a hard fucking, no-nonsense top." I added, "And what about that surfer dude you were with?"
He laughed. "James and I have been friends since college. We love to play games with guy's heads. Everybody thinks I'm the top. Actually, he's the one with a nine-inch dick, and the one who's the very hard fucking top."
"Really?" I asked, not a little shocked.
"No shit," he replied.
In spite of already nutting twice, my dick twitched and rose to half-mast.
I took a quick, cold shower, dried off, and poured myself into my tight leather shorts. I knew I would have to lose them shortly, but they showed off my butt so well. I vainly admired my physique in the full- length mirror in the outer room of the shower. I flexed my biceps, pecs, and glutes. Just for good measure, I did another set of a hundred pushups, and fifty squats.
I looked at my watch. It was time, ready or not. I walked slowly toward the gazebo which served as the staging area for the leather-men's demonstrations. The sun was high in a clear sky. I wasn't sure if it was the sun's heat or just my nerves that was causing sweat to cling to the hair in my arm pits and send a rivulet down my spine. At least the roof over the gazebo would break some of the summer heat.
My heart sank. There were more than two dozen guys lounging around the edge of the open-air structure watching the twins finish their domination demonstration.
Bruno met me out front. "You're lookin' good." He shook my outstretched hand, then pulled me into a bear hug. "Don't look so scared. You'll do fine." He slapped me on the butt. "Do you trust me?"
I took a deep breath and let it all out. I nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I trust you. Let's do this."
He slapped my butt again. "That's my man. The twins are about finished. Then we'll set up."
I hung back as a portable swing was drug to the center of the floor. Shit. I was the main attraction in the center ring of the morning's circus.
I looked around the group of on-lookers. All the leather men were there. Max was there in his red, white and blue jock strap. He winked and smile.
James was with him. He had on a good-looking leather harness and leather hot pants that definitely emphasized his bulge. He caught my eye. He also winked behind a smirk.
What am I, everybody's pussy? I thought.
Bruno motioned for me to join him. He addressed the crowd. "This here is Rod. He's volunteered to help me today; volunteered to take my fist." He nodded to me, "Your first, right?" I nodded, to the cheers, heckles and "right on" of the crowd.
He leaned in to me and whispered, "Alright if we give them a show?" I nodded. "Sure. Why not."
He slapped me on the butt. "Now this here is one nice ass." I made a circle to show off my bubble butt to the delight of the guys. I, too was not unhappy. I quickly counted nineteen guys in the circle, ranging, I'd say, from twenty to fifty, but not a bad looking guy in the bunch. A few were a little over weight, but for the most part in good shape. A good half were what I would consider gym rats, with well-defined bodies.
He continued. "Explain to these guys why you would volunteer to take your first fist in front of a whole crowd."
I wiped the sweat from my face with both hands, over my shaved head and down my pecs. "Well, probably because I'm crazy ('yeah'), a bit of an exhibitionist ('right on'), and," I slapped Bruno hard on the ass, "Just a good guy, wanting to help out a friend ('oh yeah')."
Bruno looked over at me with a glare. "You'll pay for that."
I chuckled, "I'm sure I will."
I looked around the group, then shrugged. "Hey, what can I say. I like to fuck. I like to get fucked. And I really like my ass played with, so I've always wondered what it would feel like to have more than a finger or a cock up me. I've had a couple of guys try, but they didn't know what they were doing." I looked at Bruno and raised my eyebrows. That brought a laugh from the group. "I may not make it today, either, but at least we'll give it a try." Bruno gave me a confident nod.
I continued, "Besides that, I'm a writer. I figured I could tell a better story if I had experienced it first hand, so to speak." That got another laugh from our audience.
Bruno replied. "And we appreciate it."
He circled around me, inspecting me like a jockey inspecting a new race horse. He ran his hands over my crotch and butt. "Nice shorts. Bet you had to lube up just to get those buggers on." I shrugged. He continued. "I'll bet you'd like some help getting them off."
I shrugged again. "Sure. Why not?"
I looked around the circle. Several guys caught my eye. There was Robby. And Max. I considered James. Then I saw Kyle hanging back in the crowd. "What about Kyle?"
He glowered at me as the guys started chanting, "Kyle. Kyle. Kyle."
Red-faced, he joined us. He glared at me as he began to unbutton my fly. I turned to Bruno. "He really needs to be down where he can see what he's doing, don't you think?"
Bruno shook his head. "You really are asking for it, aren't you?" he asked. At the same time, he helped me push Kyle to his knees in front of me.
Kyle unfastened the buttons of my fly, then began to work the tight leather over my ass. As it cleared the bulges in the back, my engorged dick broke free of the fly, almost hitting him in the face. The audience of guys were having a blast at his expense. He worked the shorts down to my ankles and I stepped out of them.
As he stood, he whispered, "You'll pay for this, you mother-fucker."
"I'm planning on it," I whispered back.
Then Bruno got down to business. He helped me into the swing as he explained the different fisting positions possible. He positioned my legs in the stirrups, my ass hanging over the edge and open to the world. The guys gathered around in a tighter circle. I really did feel like a piece of meat on display in an open market.
He began talking almost like giving a lecture, stressing the importance of safety and protection as he snapped on a pair of gloves. "You put on a condom to protect your cock. Put on a pair of gloves to protect the lining in your partner's ass."
"Trust and communication is also important." He turned to me and asked, "Do you trust me?"
I nodded. "We only met a couple days ago," I paused, "but we've already had some experience." The leather guys chuckled. "Yeah, I trust you."
He continued, "And if things go beyond what you think you can handle, what would be your 'safe word'."
I thought for a moment. "Red," I answered.
"OK," he answered with a smile.
He then talked about the importance of plenty of lube. As he talked, cool lube dribbled over my balls into my crack and over my pucker sending shivers up my spine. Gently he worked it over my quivering hole. The tip of his finger slipped through the opening.
I gulped when he pulled a cooking baster from his bag. "Trust me," he said. He filled the baster with lube, then inserted it where his finger had been. Cool lube filled my hot chamber. He coated his gloved hand and arm with the same.
Shit! Reality suddenly kicked in. This was for real. Bruno was a big guy. Bruno had big hands. Fuck! Bruno was about to attempt to cram that big hand in my little ass. Shit, Fuck, Shit!
He seemed to sense my terror. He leaned down and kissed me. I allowed his tongue to delve between my lips. He kissed me again on the lips, then whispered, "Just like my tongue, my fist will glide into that beautiful ass of yours. Relax, and let me take you to heaven."
He began to caress my quivering, nervous pucker. After that, I took his advice. I grabbed the chains of the sling. I put my head back, shut my eyes, and willed myself enjoy the ride.
He was definitely an expert. While working my cock and balls, he slipped the tip of his finger past the outer muscle of my ass, then the whole finger. He slow fucked me with that finger as he talked to the crowd. He caressed the opening of my ass and the inner walls.
I moaned as he brushed my prostrate.
He chuckled. "Ah, that great sexual love nut buried in a man's ass. Once a guy has a finger or a cock massage the precious spot, there's not much to keep his ass empty." That brought a good laugh from the circle of men.
Bruno continued to work my balls and cock, massaging them with liberal amounts of lube. With little effort, he added the second finger past my sphincter. Finally the third joined the other two. He slowly fucked me with those three, twisting and turning them as he worked my interior spaces. I couldn't help but moan in pleasure, to the enjoyment of the attentive crowd.
He squeezed my balls, then pulled his fingers out, leaving me with that empty feeling; that empty feeling all of us who have had our holes filled know so well.
After talking to the crowd for a bit, I again felt the pressure of fingers at my hole. I welcomed that feeling. My hungry hole begged to again be filled. However, this time there were four fingers, two from each hand. They slipped in. Slowly, but with purpose, he began to work my hole, stretching it in all directions.
When I had relaxed, a third finger of each hand was added. I had never been this exposed, this open. I expected the pain to be overwhelming. Instead, what pain there might have been was completely eclipsed by pleasure. Again, I moaned. My mouth was hanging open. I was mumbling all manner of "ahs, and fucks and shits," and I didn't give a shit.
Without warning, his fourth finger and thumb of his right hand replaced those of his left. My eyes slammed open. Instinctively my body tensed with the knowledge of what was to come. He slapped my balls hard. "Relax!"
"Easy for you to say," I growled. The men loved it.
He massaged my balls and stroked my cock. "Breathe deep. Take a deep breath, let it out and relax." With each breath, he applied a bit more pressure. My ass muscles were stretched as tight as a fiddle string. I was sure they would snap at any moment. What was I thinking when I agreed to this? What the fuck was I thinking!?! I can't take any more. I wanted to scream "Red," but my sexual being begged for more.
He paused. I opened my eyes. He was looking straight into them. Softly he asked, "Are you OK?"
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. My mind screamed, Fuck no, I'm not OK. I've got your ham of a fist stretching my ass beyond its limits. I'm in excruciating pain. I looked back at him, fighting back a tear. Through gritted teeth I hissed. "I've not yet seen 'Red'. We've come this far. If you promise me that I'm not gonna die, then go for it."
He smiled down at me. "We only have about six inches to go."
"What!"
With that, he laughed as his fist slipped into me up to his wrist.
The pain, the relief, the fullness, the pleasure was beyond explanation. The feeling within my gut was incredible. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. Finally, from the depths of my being a deep groan welled up. Like a bear in heat, I moaned, "Oh SHIiiiiiittttt!
He leaned over me, kissing me hard, his tongue exploring my mouth like his fist was my ass. The men applauded.
I moaned as he rotated his fist inside my cavity. My eyes shot open as first one, then two fingers explored the opening to my colon. He smiled down at me, then addressed the men.
"Normally we would do this a couple more times. Maybe see how much further we could push our way up inside his colon. There are some guys who can take my arm up to my elbow."
My body jerked to attention. I literally screamed, "Fuck, you say?"
He laughed, "But I think our volunteer has probably had enough for one day."
I relaxed. "Thank you, SIR."
But wait, my mind screamed. His fist is still inside of me. Oh, fuck. He's gonna pull it back out.
Bruno grabbed my balls with his free hand. He squeezed them hard as he pulled them up to my dick. "Relax."
"Fuck, I'm trying," I cried.
He smiled and winked.
Excruciating pain.
I gasped.
My hole was empty.
I whimpered...in relief and at the same the in regret that it was over.
Hoarsely, I asked, "Will my hole ever be the same."
He nodded. "The human body is miraculously versatile and resilient. You will be fine, even in a short time today."
I wished I could believe him.
He continued, to me as well as the surrounding men. "Yes, those who are into this in a big way and are constantly fisted are stretched permanently." He looked directly at me. "You will be fine. Shit, You'll be ready for a good fuck by tonight."
"The hell I will," I exclaimed. "Maybe my dick up your ass, but not the reverse."
He smiled. "We'll see."
Shit!
He laughed and slapped me on the right bun. "Just kidding." He helped me down out of the swing to the applause of the circle of men. I glanced at Kyle. He even smiled and nodded his approval.
Bruno put his arm around my shoulder. "Thanks, buddy. You did one hell of a job. Now, why don't you go take a shower and truly relax for a while. You've earned it."
"Now that sounds like a good idea," I replied.
As I turned to go, he again slapped my butt. "Damn, that's a nice ass."
The men applauded again. I turned, bowed, grabbed my shorts and headed for the shower house.
I let the cold spray cool my fevered body. I soaped up my ass, working the lather into my ravaged hole. Lube came squirting out. I squatted, working my finger in and out to extract as much of the lube as possible. I was amazed I had any ass left. I was even more amazed at the empty, needy feeling deep inside my gut.
When I felt clean inside, I turned on the hot water, letting it cascade over me. I shut my eyes, trying to forget the image I must have been with Bruno's fist up my ass. I wasn't sure if I was proud of my accomplishment, or ashamed of the spectacle I must have been.
I jumped when I opened my eyes. Robby was standing in the doorway of the shower, leaning against the door jamb.
"You did well," he said with a smile.
"I made it anyway. It was an experience; but not one I'm sure I will ever repeat," I replied.
"Maybe. Maybe not. Tomorrow your hole will feel so empty, you may want the feeling once more."
I wasn't sure if I didn't agree with him. Yet, I shook my head. "I'm not sure if my hole will ever be the same."
He toyed with a leaf with the toe of his flip flop. "You know, there is something that will help bring things back into place"
"Yeah, and what might that be?"
"Well, first, tighten up your muscles like you're trying to keep a shit in."
I did what he suggested. "Yeah. OK."
"Kind of like the same thing when you're thrusting during a fuck, right?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"So, what you need to do right now is to be a good, hard, dominating, fucking top."
I smiled. "And where might I find a willing, submissive bottom?"
He looked up through those long, dark lashes. "You just might be looking at one."
Already I was feeling better. My dick had instantly risen to half-mast. I took a couple of practice thrusts. My muscles were responding. Things were beginning to feel back to normal.
"Why not. Let's go," I said. I didn't wait to dry off, but just wrapped a towel around my waist and rising dick.
As we walked to his cabin, my thoughts were in chaos. My dick was saying, "Yes!" but my mind was not so sure. I had just allowed myself to be completely dominated in front of a couple dozen horny men. I had spread my legs wide and let a guy cram his fist up my ass. Was I still a macho top, a submissive bottom, or just some pervert? I wasn't sure.
I reached down to move a stick out of the road. Robbie's beautiful ass was right in front of me, framed by his leather jock. My cock sprang to attention under my towel. My pulse quickened. My breathing doubled. I had to have him, Now! I desperately needed to fuck someone to regain my self-respect, my man-hood, my Alpha mindset.
I slammed the door to his cabin with my foot. Startled, he turned. I dropped my towel. My cock pulsed and throbbed, pointing at the ceiling.
Those beautiful dark brown eyes were open wide. He had an excited, scared look of anticipation on his face. I couldn't help but think he was wondering if this was more than he had bargained for.
I pushed him to his knees. I slapped his right cheek with my dick, then his left. He smiled up at me. "Don't smile at me, you mother-fucker," I growled. I slapped him again, hard. "Suck me, you cock sucker. Swallow my cock like you were born to do."
He took the head of my dick in his mouth, tongue fucking my piss slit. He flicked the underneath of my nob with his tongue. Normally, I would have loved that. But this was no normal situation.
"I said swallow it, don't play with it," I snarled through gritted teeth. I started fucking his mouth, going deeper with each thrust. He gagged as I hit the back of his throat.
Usually, even when I am a dominant, Alpha top, I'm not that overly aggressive. I take my time and try to be considerate of my bottom. Now I was out of control. The lingering pain in my ass drove me forward.
"Suck my dick. Swallow it," I demanded. He took a deep breath. I felt his throat relax. I drove my cock down his throat until my balls ground into his chin. I pulled out long enough for him to catch his breath, then fucked his mouth and throat, my balls slapping his chin with each thrust.
I grabbed a handful of hair. I forced my cock deep into his throat with each thrust, holding his nose buried in my pubes until he was gasping for air. I'd pull back just long enough for him to catch his breath before doing it all again.
I pulled my cock out of his mouth without warning. It popped like a cork out of a wine bottle. He looked up at me with tear-filled eyes. I wiped the tears from his cheeks. I kissed him hard, then picked him up and threw him face down on the side of the bed. I pushed his face into the bed. I forced his ass into the air by grabbing the base of his dick and balls, yanking them upwards.
That beautiful ass was again staring me in the face. I slapped his right butt cheek, then his left. He whimpered, "Thank you." I slapped each again, harder. "Ah," was his reply.
I shook my head in wonderment. Whatever. I slapped him three more time. His cheeks were a rosy red. My hands hurt like hell. I spread his cheeks, revealing his pulsing pink pucker. I dove into it like an eagle after its prey.
I ate and licked and sucked that hungry hole to the accompaniment of his groans and oohs and ahs. He pushed back against my face when I drove my tongue through his quivering portal. I fucked him with my tongue, pulled out to chew on his pucker, then tongue fucked him some more.
He shivered as I drizzled lube down his tailbone and into his crack. I reached for a condom. He grabbed my hand. "Not this time," he whispered. "I want your naked cock in my ass." I was in no shape to argue.
With my middle finger, I massaged his hole. Again, he pushed back as it entered, first the tip, then one knuckle, then two. He moaned as I grazed his prostrate.
Visions of Bruno's fingers entering my own ass flashed through my brain. I resisted doing the same to Robby. Instead, I replaced that finger with the head of my cock. With little resistance, I slipped past his sphincter.
After a groan and then a sigh, I began to work my way in. Once I had bottomed out, I pulled out to just the head, only to slam in again and again. Once he was completely loosened up, I would pull out completely, wait for a groan or a gasp, then drive in balls deep, rocking from side to side and changing angles. From our grunts and growls and gasps it was driving us both wild.
The feeling of being on top, the dominance, the strength was a stimulus beyond my control. I felt guilty that I was taking my aggressions out on Robbie but it was rejuvenating me, both physically and mentally. I wanted this fuck. I needed this fuck. I had to have it.
I pulled out, slapped him twice and flipped him over. With just a jerk of my head, he scrambled to the center of the bed. I climbed between his legs. I wanted to look him in the eyes as I plowed him. Instinctively, he raised his legs to his chest and grabbed his ankles.
I lined up with his glowing hole and drove balls deep without warning. We both groaned. I began to fuck him long and hard. Suddenly, his ass muscles grabbed my dick. He screamed as rope after rope of cum shot from his cock without his hands ever losing their grip on his legs. His spunk lay in streams over his tight abs and chest.
I drove into him, harder and harder. He gasped with each thrust. The pleasure/pain in my own ass seemed to scream through my aching prostrate, focused in the head of my cock as it plunged past his love nut into the very depths of his gut. I screamed as I thrust one final time, drilling into him until I thought I would split him in half. Spurt after spurt of my sperm exploded deep inside his gut. I held it there momentarily, then collapsed into his arms.
I rolled off him. We lay there exhausted, panting like a couple of old men after a marathon run. I reached over and caressed his cheek. "I'm sorry man. I shouldn't have taken my frustrations out on you. Shit, I've never fucked anyone that hard. I really am sorry, but I needed that so badly."
He kissed me, then started laughing. "Fuck, man. That was the greatest fucking fuck I've ever had. I've been fucked hard and fucked long. I've been dominated by the best. But shit, what you just did to me was fucking awesome!"
I lay looking up at the ceiling. My ass ached. My balls ached. My cock ached. I didn't know what the remainder of the weekend might hold. But... I couldn't agree more.
...To be continued.
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