This story contains material of an adult gay nature. It is fiction. Any resemblence to real or other similar situations are merely coincidental. More stories by Adrian Storm can be found at: http://boanddax.com.
Copyright (C) 1999 Adrian Storm adrian_storm@hotmail.com
Sex Club
The head of the massive cock was forcing its way into Dillon's vulnerable hole. Sweat was beginning to bead on his forehead. His face was plastered up against the black plywood wall of the cubical. He clenched his teeth and waited for the pain that was eventually going to come when the fat bulb would break through the resistance of his tight butt ring.
First coming into the club, Dillon had to stand still for several minutes in order to let his eyes adjust to the dark. The whole place was barely lit. You could only make out bleak silhouettes as they slipped down the long narrow hallways.
Dillon felt a large beefy hand grab him by the arm as he passed one of the open rooms. Pulled through the doorway, he found himself face to face with a tall square-jawed rugged man. Pressed tight against his chiseled chest, Dillon also felt the man's hard cock straining through his jeans. The thought of being sexually used always got him very excited, making his heart race. His own rod began to swell and knot up inside his underwear.
The silent stranger grabbed the back of Dillon's neck putting his mouth and warm tongue up to his right ear. He sank back feeling the loud exhaled breath echo through his brain. The man's other large hand reached around and squeezed the firm left lobe of his ass, bringing him even closer, almost lifting him off the ground.
Completely under his control, Dillon was pushed back against the wall of the small black room. In the darkness, he felt the man's hungry mouth move from his ear to his jaw and finally down under his throat. Dillon's body released a quick shutter as he felt the man's rough hands unzip his pants, then reach inside the band of his underwear to seize his trapped rod.
The powerful stranger grabbed Dillon's wrists. He moved his hands down where he had released his huge cock and placed them around the shaft.
"Oh my fucking." Dillon to himself.
He was shocked by its enormous size. He felt like he was holding a baseball bat. Precum was oozing from the golf ball size head. He used the leaking goo to stroke down the length of his large man-pole, all the way to its base.
He could feel the cold wood wall on his exposed butt as those meaty bear size paws pushed his pants and underwear down. Thick fingers began to toy with his butthole. One of the fingers managed to push through, and then another, spreading his tight hole wider.
It felt so fucking good. Dillon's cock jumped to rigid attention.
He heard the man ask him bluntly, "You want to get fucked, don't you, pretty boy?"
Dillon thought he heard himself say Yes. It didn't matter. The muscular man had forced him around and pushed his face into the wall. His round bare ass was turned toward the gigantic drooling tool. Dillon knew he wanted it, but feared it was far too big for him without a lot of preparation.
"Yeeoooooow!" Dillon screamed as his knees buckled.
The head of the man's cock finally pushed inside. Oh, God! The pain!
He tried to yell. "Take it out! I -- uuuuummmmm."
Dillon's mouth was quickly covered with the palm of the man's large hand. He tried to break free, but he was hopelessly pinned against the wall by the massive weight of the man's body. This guy had no intention of letting him go -- or pulling out.
It took a little time, but Dillon could sense the wave of searing pain beginning to ease up. It still hurt like hell! He prayed the giant rod was out of him. Almost unable to breath, he felt the invading cock slowly force its way deeper into his gut. Shit! He felt like a fucking skewered pig on a spit. Dillon eye's watered as the man's tree size cock forced its way completely inside.
He heard the man grunt and say in a harsh whisper, "I'm all the way in your pretty little ass. And now, I'm going to fuck you like you really want it."
"You're a fucking prick," Dillon thought to himself. "How the hell did I get into this?"
He tried to ignore the sharp stabs of pain as the guy pulled part of the way out and then quickly slammed back in. This jerk wasn't even going to let him try to get used it. With brutal thrusts, the man pumped into Dillon's trembling ass. Each time he rammed his cannon size rod up to the hilt. And each time it sent jolts through Dillon's entire body. Trapped and muzzled, he just wanted it to be over.
Saying nothing, the man suddenly stopped his barbaric assault. His fat cock was fully planted in Dillon's ass. A warm sensation flowed down from Dillon's head. His ears were ringing and sweat was streaming down his face. His panting became more regular. It was like that feeling of sheer exhaustion, he remember, after a hard sprint at a track meet. He wanted to collapse to the floor. Dillon let out a gasp as the man removed his hand from his face.
"Now, that wasn't so bad?" he heard him utter in a sarcastic tone.
Dillon wanted to reply, but he could only gulp for more air. Firmly grabbing Dillon's hips, the man slowly walked him back away from the wall keeping his cock from pulling out. Then he felt a hand between his shoulder blades push him over. Putting his hands out, he managed to catch the wall and prevent himself from bending all the way over. It was at this moment, he realized that the cock inside him was pulling out. The feeling was heavenly!
Without warning the man slammed the full length of his massive rod back into Dillon's abused hole causing his head to buck upwards.
Dillon let out a cry, "Ooooooohhhhhhh."
This time it was from overwhelming pleasure. The pain was now gone. He felt only the beautiful sensation of having a large dick pounding into his ass. With an iron grip, the man rammed into Dillon's open fuck hole. Each time pulling back to the head and then rapidly plunging forward. He could hear loud slapping sounds as the man fucked him with full savage force. He tried to keep his hands on the wall in front of him as the man rode him like a rodeo bronco.
Turning his head to the side, Dillon realized he could make out their faint reflections on the back wall. And soon after, he realized why! It was made out of glass.
Shaking some of the sweat from his eyes, Dillon noticed another man standing on the other side watching. He was jerking off to the sight of seeing him get royally plowed by this rugged meat-head.
God! He loved the sight. It turned him on to be the center of a live fuck show. Dillon got off watching the sight a fat rod slamming repeatedly into him. And, it was even more exiting to have another guy watching. It made his own cock come back to life. It began to swing back and forth between his legs with each trust of the massive rod impaling his wide open tunnel. The man who was fucking the holy crap out him began to buck erratically.
Dillon heard him scream out, "Fuck yeaaaaahhh!"
And suddenly, Dillon felt a river of hot cum spill into his guts. Some of it spurted out from the sides as the fat pole made a couple final drives into his worn hole. When he finally pulled out a torrent thick cum flooded out of Dillon's ass. It was like a cork being popped from a champagne bottle. He let go and Dillon dropped to his knees hitting his head to the floor.
"Thanks kid," he heard the man say flatly.
Dillon turned and caught only a brief glimpse of the backside of the man as he walked out of the dark cubical.
Trying to stand Dillon felt a rush of blood to his head. Dizzy, he almost fell back over. Putting his hand against the glass wall he tried to prop himself up. He peered through the glass wall and noticed that his voyeur had also disappeared.
"Christ! You'd think the other guy would have stuck around just to see me cum."
Seeing his reflection, Dillon noticed that his white tank top had a few rips along the collar.
"The price you pay for a good fuck," he mused.
Dillon reach down to pull up his Calvins and then his pants. As he stood up he felt a pair of warm hands reach around and grabbed him by his pecks. He tried to jerk around, straining to see.
"Hey, did you forget something?" And then it hit him. "Oh, you're the guy who was just over there watching, aren't you?"
"Ugh, yeah. You are a very hot guy," He answers.
"Oh, really?" Dillon in disbelief.
"Absolutely. I wish I had it on tape," he replied. "But it's not very easy to screw a video." Continuing: "I really want to fuck you."
Thinking seriously about it, Dillon realized that his ass was so completely open. He just received one the most intense fucks of his life and frankly it really couldn't -- or wouldn't hurt. Besides, he needed to cum, and preferably with a thick cock up his chute. He didn't get a good look at the last fucker, but noticed that this guy had a nice face and rippled bod. So, why the fuck not?
"OK. But you can't cum until I do." He stipulated.
Dillon let his pants and underwear drop back to the floor. He arched his butt backward. Reaching around he felt the man's swollen rod plop out of his jeans. Without any hesitation the man rammed it completely into Dillon's cum filled hole.
"Oh, shit!" Dillon blurted out.
Putting one hand out to brace himself, Dillon grabbed his own stiffening pole. He dropped some spit into his other hand and began to stroke himself. Although the cock pumping into him now wasn't nearly as big, it was certainly large enough to make him reel in ecstasy. Dillon honestly loved to be fucked. It was an addiction.
Picking up speed, this guy really began to bang his ass. Cum from the first guy's load came spewing out whenever he pulled all the way out. He would jab it right back in, without any resistance from Dillon's gaping ditch.
In the heat of it, Dillon turned to see his reflection again. It was so fucking hot, he thought, and stroked his aching cock.
"Oh shit!" Dillon bellowed. "Oh man, I'm cuuuuu.."
He arched back. His toes curled up inside of his boots. Wads of cum flew out of Dillon's throbbing rod, hitting the wall in front of him. He pumped his shaft, draining the last drops from it. He paused and let out finally sigh.
"Come on. Fuck me hard, man!"
Dillon felt the man plow into him with amazing strength. It made his torso fall completely forward. He was bent over so far he was now able to touch the floor with his hands. He was being butt fucked with such force it made his body flop around the a cheap rag doll. He had to put his hands on his knees to steady himself. He felt sticky moist rivulets of cum that had trickled down the sides of his legs. He lost most of the feeling in his asshole. He only noticed it when the guy's fuck muscle pulled out completely and the air rushed in. It also made a loud farting sound as it came out and reentered.
"Jesus!" the man exclaimed as he pistoned his pole back into Dillon passage.
More hot cum blasted into Dillon's over worked shit hole. His fuck canal was filled to the rim and it was overflowing with all the jizz that had been pumped into him. Much of it came gushing out because he could no longer keep a tight grip on his shitter. It began to drip down his weaken legs, and even into his boots. Dillon smiled as he thought about it. He was on the receiving end of two back to back full-on fuck sessions.
"Man, you're great!" the guy said pulling out for the last time.
Dillon stood up and turned around. He planted a huge kiss on Dillon and smiled. Putting his cock back into his jeans, the guy then put his hand out and squeezed Dillon's soft balls.
"See ya around, stud boy," he said and turned to leave.
"Yeah," Dillon reply without really knowing what to say.
Dillon pulled his Calvins back up. With all the cum leaking out of his hole they instantly stuck to the crack of his ass. Some of it was already dry on his legs, but he didn't care. He zipped his pants and headed out.
"This is probably the best way to begin a day," he claimed. "A butt full of cum and a warm sunny day ahead. Think of the possibilities!"
Continued.
Copyright 1999, Adrian Storm