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This story also contains unprotected, anonymous sex. This is an extremely unwise activity to participate in and you should always use protection.
I pushed open the door to the bathroom and entered the first empty stall. As I unbuckled my belt and lowered myself onto the seat, I felt the beat of the bass change tempo as the band out in the bar started a new song.
As I relaxed to allow nature to take its course, I began tapping my foot to the beat emanating through the walls. I felt pressure in my bowels begin to build and let loose a loud fart. I chuckled to myself until I heard the toilet in the adjacent stall flush.
Shit, I thought. I had assumed I was alone.
As the door from of the adjoining stall squeaked open, I stayed stark still and silent. I heard the heavy footsteps of the occupant as he left the stall and walked to one of the sinks across the room. Through the crack in between the door of my stall and the wall, I could see the man as he turned the faucet on. From this angle, I could see that he was tall and fairly well-built. He wore a tight, dark-green shirt that gave hint to some serious musculature, and the jeans he wore were snug enough to show an impressive ass and pair of thighs. As he twisted to pump out some soap from the dispenser, I thought I could discern a slight bulge at his crotch.
I continued watching him through the crack as he finished washing his hands. When he was done, he ran his wet hands over his closely-shaven head, leaving it shiny and damp. As he turned to head toward the door, I caught a glimpse of his face. He was clean shaven and had a square jaw and sharp features. His neck was thick and a prominent Adam's apple stood out above the hem of his shirt. When the door had closed behind him, I loosened up and started to breathe again.
After I had finished and left the restroom, I rejoined my friends at our table. A different band had gone on stage while I was gone and my friends had gotten me another beer. I took a few swallows and glanced around the bar. There were about 100 people in bar: some sitting at tables, some crowded around the bar, and a few dancing near the stage. Most began to clap and shout as the band ended their song. When a new song started, my friend grabbed my arm and leaned over.
"What are you looking for?" she yelled over the noise.
"Nothing, just seeing who was here," I replied.
As the night wore on I became progressively more wasted. I had had a half-hard cock ever since I returned from the bathroom. My friends and I hollered and shouted as the final band wrapped up their set and we sat for awhile and talked while the crowd thinned out. As one of our friends was telling us for the third time how much he hated his ex-girlfriend, I began to look around the bar again. Now there were only about 20 people still around and I noticed the man from the bathroom immediately.
He was standing at the bar with two other guys. They began to laugh noisily when one of them had finished saying something, though I was too drunk to tell who had been talking. His wide chest and flat stomach jerked with his laughter and the muscles in his neck stood out like cords when he tilted his head back. My cock stiffened some in my jeans as I watched him.
"That guy is fucking hot," I said to no one in particular. Due to my inebriation, I had more or less shouted the statement and he locked eyes with me as half the bar turned to look. I jerked and sat up straight after a moment as the chatter in the bar died down. I tensed up while the silence built until one of my friends began to guffaw.
"You are fucking tanked, man," said one of my friends.
The man was still looking at me as the noise in the bar rose again. One of his friends punched him in the shoulder and our gaze broke. I continued to watch as his friends talked to him for a second and then he looked back at me.
When he started to walk towards our table, I felt the panic rise in my gut. He didn't look mad, but I would stand little chance against him if it came to blows. He stopped at my chair and, to my drunken relief, smiled.
"You were talking to me?" he asked. "You think I look good?"
Not really being able to process thoughts due to the alcohol, I simply said, "Fuck ya, you're hot."
He chuckled and looked around at my friends. They were all at least as drunk as I was and they had become quiet when he approached our table. They all grinned as they swayed in their seats until he turned his head back to me.
"You planning on staying with your friends all night?"
I didn't know what to say and hesitated to answer. However, one of my friends suddenly blurted "Someone's getting laid tonight!"
I felt the heat rise in my face as I blushed, but the man just kept looking at me. His mouth curved up into a smirk.
"I think your bud here is on to something. Do you want to catch a ride to my place?"
I smiled and let out a slurred "Sure." I turned to my friends and waved as I grabbed my jacket and phone and then turned to stumble after the man. He smiled at the men he'd been talking to at the bar as we passed and I was vaguely aware of them shouting and laughing.
He pushed open the door and held it for me as I struggled to put on my jacket and walk at the same time. The cool night air was a pleasant shock compared to the hot, stale atmosphere inside the bar and it helped to sober me a little as we headed for his truck.
As I followed him, I watched his ass as he walked; each step caused one of half of his ass to rise a little and bounce slightly when his foot fell. The muscles beneath his shirt shifted slightly as he swung his arms, and the light radiating from the bar's signs threw the veins in his arms into sharp contrast.
When we got to his pickup, he got in the driver's seat and I heard the mechanical thunk as the automatic locks were turned off. I opened the door and climbed up into the passenger seat. The inside of the cabin was clean and everything seemed to be in pristine condition even though the truck seemed to be more than a few years old. As I slipped the seatbelt around my torso and clicked it into position, he turned the key in the ignition and the truck roared to life. It was a few minutes before either of us spoke. I was still very drunk and words were having trouble forming sentences in my head. Finally, he broke the silence.
"Do you do this often?" he asked.
"Do what?"
"Agree to go to a random guy's house while you're drunk," he said.
It took me a second to understand the question. When I finally made sense of it, I hesitated.
I don't do this, I thought. I'd never do this.
I was normally a cautious person, not really hooking up with someone until I had known them for a while. I usually didn't get drunk, especially as much as I was now, and the sudden, hazy awareness of what I was doing began to dawn on me.
"No, I don't." I said finally. "What's your name?"
"Benjamin, but everyone calls me Ben," he replied. "And neither do I, by the way. Not that I've had much of a chance lately. But my pals convinced me to ask you over to my place. They said it'd be good for me to get laid, that I must have a bad case of blue balls after so long."
"Why's it been so long?" I asked, looking over at him. "You can't have trouble getting anyone. You're so fucking ripped."
What is wrong with me?
He smiled and gave a quiet snort. Nodding his head he said, "You're really horned up, aren't you kid?"
I looked down and saw the obvious bulge in my jeans. My cock had become completely erect after being in close quarters with him. He reached over with one hand and rubbed it along my length. I shuddered and laid my head back against the seat. When his hand reached the head he squeezed and my dick throbbed. I groaned as an odd sensation swept through my guts.
He took his hand away and focused on the road again. I reached over and rubbed his thigh. I could feel the muscles beneath the denim tense briefly and then relax. When my hand moved into the fold between his crotch and thigh, he thrust his hips forward slightly to allow better access.
The heat coming from his crotch was noticeable as I felt his stiffness. His cock felt impressive, though his jeans made it difficult to feel exactly how big he was. I groped him for moment, feeling another wave pass through my stomach, and then slid my hand up underneath his shirt.
His abdomen felt as solid as it had looked through his shirt. My fingers slid through the hair around his navel and I felt the muscles contract at my touch. "Damn," I whispered, as yet another wave passed through me.
He smirked over at me and then flexed his abs. They felt fairly well defined beneath the solid layer of muscle above them as I continued to rub at his stomach. When my hand began to reach down towards his jeans, the truck crested a hill.
The jerk in my stomach made me snatch back my hand. He looked over at me in surprise.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing, it's nothing." I said, trying to steady my breathing. I could feel my mouth start to water as my stomach lurched. I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes as we went over another hill. "Oh god, pull over," I cried out.
He managed to look over at me and open his mouth before I hunched over and retched. He slammed on the brakes as I heaved again. When he had finally gotten the truck onto the shoulder, he turned to me.
"Are you fucking kidding me!" he yelled. "You just threw up all over my truck!"
I looked over at him and then unhitched my seatbelt. I opened the passenger side door and slid out. I bent over with my hands on my knees and spit. After a few moments, I stood back up and looked at him through the open door.
"I'm so sorry, man." I said. I looked over at the mess I had made and grabbed the floor mat. I took it over to the grass and shook it out, though it did little good. My shoes were wet, so I slipped out of them and kicked them away.
I wasn't sure what to do. I was standing there in my damp socks, in the middle of the night on the shoulder of a road holding a dripping floor mat. I didn't want to look at Ben, knowing that he was probably furious. I heard his door open and then the sounds of his feet hitting the ground. I closed my eyes, trying to decide if I should run and try to escape or stand there and try to defend myself.
When his footsteps stopped, I opened my eyes and looked over at him. He looked angry, but he didn't make a move to hit me. After a tense few seconds, I blurted "God I'm so sorry, please don't leave me here. I'll clea-"
"Save it," he interrupted. "You owe me now, you know that? When we get to my place, you are going to clean yourself up and then you're mine. Throw the mat in the back and get in."
I did what he said and closed the door behind me as he climbed into the driver's seat. I thought to myself how lucky I was that he hadn't left me, or worse. As the truck began to move again I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the headrest. I had to admit that throwing up had made me feel a lot better physically, but my head had began to pound thanks to a combination of embarrassment and the beginnings of a hangover.
I must have fallen asleep while trying to forget everything that had happened because I was awoken by a firm slap on my cheek.
"Get up, we're here. I want you to go inside and shower and wash your mouth." I hopped out of the cab through the passenger side door that he was holding open. He pushed a set of keys into my hand and said "It's the small gold key. The shower is down the hall on the right side. I have to clean your mess up here before it sets into the carpet."
I muttered "Sorry" again as I turned and walked towards his house. When I got to the front door, I slid the key into the slot and turned it. Once inside, I closed the door and felt for a light switch. My fingers flipped one on and the entryway lit up.
The entryway was neat, with two pairs of shoes and a pair of sturdy boots lined up along the wall. I looked down at my feet on top of the rug. My socks were a dull yellow color covered with dirt, gravel, and bits of dried grass. I bent down and rolled them off each foot and threw them into a trashcan by the door.
I began to walk down the hallway in front of me and stopped at the first door on my right. I switched on the light and saw that this room was his living room. It was very clean, though quite barren. There was a TV on the wall in front of a modest living room set. There was also a computer sitting on a desk in one corner of the room. The walls were white and bare and the windows were covered with blinds.
My feet turned and I continued down the hall to the next door. When I switched on this light, I was greeted with the sight of a small bathroom. I entered and shut the door behind me. This room was also immaculate and sparse. The sink had only a bar of soap sitting on a holder next to a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a bottle of mouthwash. I moved to the shower and slid back the frosted glass door. I leaned in and turned on the faucet and pulled up on the knob to allow the water to spray from the shower head. I adjusted the temperature briefly and then began to undress.
My jeans were still damp where I had gotten myself and my shirt had a few spots on it as well. When I went to slide off my boxers, I noticed that there was a large wet spot near the waistband. At first I thought it was just some vomit that had soaked through my jeans, but when I began to slide them down my legs, I saw that it left a clear viscous trail on my thigh.
Precum, I thought, a lot of precum. I threw my clothes onto the floor by the door and looked down. At the head of my flaccid penis was a glob of precum. Damn, I was really horny.
Finally, I stepped into the shower, sliding the door behind me. Once in the hot spray, I ducked my head under and allowed the water to flow over my face. I stood there for a while, thinking about what had happened.
What a horrible night. That is what I get for getting so drunk. What is Ben going to do to me? Surely he won't beat me up; he could have done that by the side of the road and left me. I should just call a cab and give him some money to get his truck cleaned.
I washed myself with his body gel and then turned off the water. I opened the door and reached over to the shelving above the toilet that held the towels. I grabbed one and flung it over my head. I stood there a moment, feeling the water trickle down my body. I leaned and pressed my head against the wall, feeling the dull throb in my head. The nap and the shower had helped to clear my head considerably since I left the bar. I thought for a little longer about what I was going to say. Then I toweled off and slid open the shower door. When I went to grab my boxers, I noticed that my clothes were gone. I stood there for a second and stared at the floor. Then I heard Ben call from somewhere in the house.
"Your clothes are in the washer," he said in a loud voice. "Brush your teeth and then get out here!"
I stood and turned towards the mirror. I looked down at the sink and reached for his toothbrush, but then drew my hand back. He probably doesn't want me using his toothbrush.
I slid one of the panels of the mirror to the side and looked in the cabinet. There, I found a second toothbrush in an open package. I grabbed it out and ran it under some water. After I finished brushing my teeth and rinsing with the mouthwash, I turned back towards the door. After a few seconds of thinking, I wrapped the towel around my waist and opened the door. The cool air from the rest of the house hit my damp, naked skin, causing goose bumps to rise on my arm. My nipples tightened and I shivered faintly. I walked down the hall towards the living room. When I got to the door, I spotted him sitting in one of the recliners.
"Hey, I'm really sorry about your truck," I stammered. "I can pay for detailing. I was just so drunk. Let me just get my phone and I'll call a cab and get out of here."
"No, no, no. You aren't going anywhere so soon," he said with a smirk. "Anyway, I know you want to be here. I saw your boxers."
I felt a flush rise through my body. "I was just drunk and didn't know what I was doing. Seriously, I don't do this sort of thing."
"It's too late for that now. Lose the towel and get over here." I hesitated for a moment until he growled "Now!"
I dropped the towel on the floor, feeling the cool air hit my crotch. I walked towards his chair. As I got closer, he reached down and squeezed his crotch through his jeans.
"Down on your knees, bitch," he said.
"Really, I don't do this," I repeated, uncertainly. "I think I should probably just go."
"Listen here, whore. You fucked up my truck and I had to clean up your mess. Now it's time for you to pay. Get down here."
He grabbed my neck and pulled me down. He was much stronger than I was and easily overpowered me. His hand brought my face down to his crotch where his other hand still rested. I went to my knees as he continued to push until my face was squashed against his groin.
He ground my head into his crotch and said, "You feel that. That cock is all I want you to worry about now." His erection was pressing against my cheek, eye, and forehead, the heat of it obvious against my cold skin. The hand that had been resting on his crotch was now working on the button and zipper of his jeans. He grabbed a fistful of my hair with the hand on top of my head and lifted me for a moment so he could get the zipper down completely.
"Get it out," he said. His eyes were looking into mine until I lowered them to watch what I was doing.
My hands went to his crotch, pulling open the flaps of his jeans. I started to tug them down, but his weight prevented me from making much progress. He lifted his hips when he realized I was having trouble and allowed me to slide his jeans down around his ankles. The grey boxer briefs he was wearing did a poor job of hiding the large erection beneath them. The outline of his cock was large and a substantial dark spot had formed at the end of its length.
"You see that," he said, as he slipped the green shirt over his head. "My cock's ready to help you pay off your debt."
I looked up at him as he smiled. From this angle, his pecs looked huge. The dusting of hair across his chest narrowed down past his nipples and ran in a thin line across his flat stomach to his navel, where it expanded again and trailed down to the waistband of his underwear. He lifted one of his heavily muscled arms and used it to push my head back towards his crotch.
"Get a taste," he commanded.
I stuck out my tongue slowly and pressed it against the moist spot in the material. It was warm and thick and stuck to my tongue when I brought it back to my mouth. The taste was faint, but I could definitely identify its manly flavor.
I lapped at the spot a few more times before Ben said "You fucking love this, don't you fag? Your dick's already harder than mine."
It was true. As soon as he'd grabbed my head, I felt the warmth start to rush to my cock. By the time he'd made me start to lick, it was standing flat against my stomach.
"I think it's time you got to the real work, now," he said as his hand left my head. He grabbed the waistband on his boxer briefs and pulled them down around his thighs. I grabbed them and pulled them down past his knees while my eyes feasted on the manhood before me.
The cock was enormous, growing larger now that it was free of its confines. The blue and purple veins that spidered down its length became hidden near the wide base, where his pubic hair had grown after his last trim. From the pubic hair emerged a pair of testicles that would have looked at home on a bull. The faint coating of hair on the wrinkled skin of his scrotum matched the hairs on his thighs, which tracked down until they disappeared below to his ass.
I leaned forward, the heat radiating from his impressive package now greater than ever. My hands slid up the outsides of his thighs as I bent my head down and took the head of his cock into my mouth. Immediately I could tell that the head was covered in precum, its slickness coating my tongue and mouth. Ben let out a moan and dropped his head back against the recliner as I worked my tongue around the helmet.
His cock had salty taste, probably from sweating in the heat of the bar. His juices were stronger now that I was getting them straight from the source; the taste of it was much more musky and intoxicating. I began to work my way past the head and eventually got it to touch the back of my throat, though I was far from taking the entire thing.
When Ben felt my throat bump his cockhead, he moaned again and sighed. One of his hands had returned to the back of my head and he was running his fingers through my hair. He pushed a little, but only enough to keep his cock from completely leaving my mouth.
My hands had found his ass cheeks. They were solid mounds covered in what I guessed was the same fuzz as was on his thighs. I could feel them clench whenever he would thrust up slightly into my mouth. I massaged them with my hands, pulling him up every once in a while to get more of his meat in my mouth.
When his hand gripped my hair and yanked my head up, I was surprised. "What did I do?" I asked.
"You're doing great. We're just going to move this to a different room."
He stood up from the chair and towered over me. My hands were sliding down the back of his thighs as I stared up at him. I could see my saliva on the first third of his cock shimmer in the light as a bead of precum formed at his slit. It descended from his prick, leaving a small tail as it swung slowly towards my face. When it finally landed on my cheekbone, he grabbed his boner and wiped the rest of it on my forehead.
"Get up, come on," he directed, stepping out of the tangled pile of clothing around his ankles.
I stood up, my own erection now sticking out in front of me. I now realized that I only came up to his nose and that my frame was much smaller than his. He grabbed my shoulder and spun me around and told me that the bedroom was down the hall across from the bathroom. As we walked down the hall, I felt a sharp sting on my ass cheek as he slapped it.
"Ow, dammit! Careful," I said.
He laughed. "It's mine now and I'm going to do whatever the hell I want to with it."
When we got to the bedroom, he flipped on the light. Like the rest of his house, the room was well-organized but quite empty. The large bed sat in the middle of the far wall while a dresser was against another. I walked over to the bed and sat on its edge. The sheets were pulled tight around the edges and the cover was practically smooth. On the bedside table, next to an alarm clock, I noticed a chain. That's when I realized that he must be in the military.
I turned to him to ask, but he had already started to walk towards me, his massive dick and balls leading him. When he got to the bed, his cock was only inches away from my face, below my chin. I looked to his face and saw his smirk return.
"This cock is going in your ass when that clock says 3:30." I looked to the clock and saw that it was now 3:22. "The only thing I'm letting you use to get this cock ready is your mouth. No lube, except what I give you."
As he said the last part, another bead of precum emerged from his head. I stared, now comprehending just how large his cock was. While not record-breaking, it was definitely the largest I had seen in person. From the corner of my eye, I saw the clock flicker as the 2 changed to a 3 and realized that I was wasting time.
I leaned forward and took the head into my mouth again. His precum, now more viscous than before, stayed on my tongue as I worked to get more of his cock into my mouth. I opened wider and grasped his ass with my hands and began to pull him forward. When his tip began to hit the back of my throat again, I tried to relax. I pulled him in a little more and felt my throat tighten. Immediately I pulled my head back; the last thing I needed now was a repeat of the truck scenario.
I took a deep breath and relaxed again, bringing my head forward down his length. When the tip hit the back of my throat this time, I paused, allowing the feeling to wash over me and letting my throat relax. I pushed myself a little further and felt his cock slide a little deeper. Then his cock flexed in my mouth, rubbing the back of my throat.
My head shot back but his hands grabbed the sides of my head and stopped me. I felt the muscles in my throat contract and I gagged, but managed to hold it together. He was looking down at me and grinning.
"You've still got a third of my cock that's dry. In three minutes, all of this is going up your ass, whether it's wet or not. You better hurry up, slut."
I tried to say something, but the mass in my mouth only allowed me a mumble. He laughed and then pushed my head down on his cock an inch.
"I'll give you a little help," he said, chuckling.
I took another deep breath and tried to open my mouth wider. I slid my head forward as I pulled his pelvis towards me. I could feel the head of his cock slide down my tongue and then hit the back wall of my throat.
I paused, and then pushed myself forward a little more, forcing myself to swallow as I did. His cock slid down my throat a little farther as I tasted the saltiness of dry skin. I paused again, and then slid my head forward some more as I swallowed. This time he pulled my head towards him and thrust his hips as I was swallowing. His cock slid down my throat further as his pubic hair tickled my nose. He thrust again and my nose was smooshed against the solid slab of muscle beneath his pubic hair.
For a moment, I held my breath, amazed that I had actually taken his entire dick into my mouth. Then his cock throbbed again and I felt a trickle of something warm run down my throat. Immediately my throat contracted and tried to push his cock out, but he held my head firm and pressed his body into my face even harder. My hands pushed at his legs to try to get him out, but he was unyielding. I forced myself to relax and focus on opening my throat. His cock throbbed again as my throat massaged it in my effort to expel him.
Finally he released his grip on my head and I shot back. When I was finally free of it, I sucked in a deep breath of air and then coughed. My throat felt stretched and violated. I could still feel his precum in the back of my throat, but the coughing wouldn't clear it out.
"Excellent," he said. "You got the entire thing that time." He grabbed his dick at the base and tilted it up. The thick ropes of saliva that hung from the head swung and attached themselves on the lower parts of his swollen manhood. The entire shaft was slick and shiny. "And just in time."
I looked over at the clock. Its glowing red numbers displayed 3:30.
"Why don't you try to get a little lube out before we get started?" he said. "I like you and I think you're gonna need it."
I took the base of his cock in one hand and squeezed as I moved it up the shaft. My other hand moved around his balls and massaged the area behind them. After jacking him twice, a large, clear globule oozed from his slit.
"Good job," he said, as he took a step forward and pushed my shoulders back. I fell onto my back on the bed and felt him grab my legs. He lifted them into the air as he knelt onto the bed and slid me across the cover. The cool air of the room hit my asshole and it involuntarily clenched. The vulnerable feeling that suddenly came across me only increased my doubt that I would be able to take his entire length.
Ben set my ankles on his shoulders and grasped his cock. He rubbed his cockhead on my closed entry and I felt the slick warmth spread across it. After a few seconds, he steadied it at the center of my sphincter and began to push forward.
I tried to relax my ass as he forced himself forward, but the pain only caused my ass to clench tighter. I put my hands on his hips, but in this position I had no leverage to push him away. He gave a quick thrust and his tip entered.
I yelped and threw my head back into the sheet. He started to apply force again and his cockhead slowly passed through my ring. When it had finally entered, my ass clamped down around his head, thankful for the sudden reduction in width. I gasped and took a few quick breaths. Then he began to push again the pain intensified as the width of his cock grew larger along the shaft.
I could feel my cooled saliva scraping off of his dick at my hole. He continued pushing forward, leaning over me more as his cock disappeared within me. Through the pain I felt his cockhead rub against my prostate through the wall of my gut. My cock swelled for a moment and throbbed, spurting out a glob of clear liquid onto my abdomen. This cause my ass to contract and Ben moaned as the sensation passed through his body.
He gave another quick thrust and I cried out, which made him give a final savage thrust to drive the rest of his prick inside. His balls slapped the bottom of my ass with a loud smack and I felt tears well up in my eyes as he leaned over me and bit down on my neck. He held his hips still for the moment as he gnawed down my chest to my nipple.
He looked up at me and said, "Fucking tight hole you got. Feels like it was made to fit around my cock." He pulled out an inch or so and gave another forceful thrust into my ass. "Seems like you did a decent job lubing me up, too," he said, as he ground his hips around.
"Oh god, don't move it. Please! I need to get used to you." I begged.
His mouth, just inches above my face, formed into his smirk and he gave another short thrust. "You're ass is mine, remember? You don't make the rules and you sure as hell don't get to tell me what I get to do"
I grabbed his arms as his hips pulled back. When he thrust half his length in again, I shouted and clamped down on his biceps. He didn't wait for me to relax this time and followed up with a quick volley of strong stabs that sent my mind reeling. When he finally stopped, we were both panting - him from exertion and me from agony.
His lips found mine and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I rubbed his with mine and tilted my head slightly to get a better reach, thankful for this brief respite. When he broke the kiss and lifted his head up, he looked into my eyes.
"You ready?" he asked.
I hesitated, and then nodded. "Ya," I said, knowing what he meant.
He pulled out slowly, every ridge of his cock sending an impulse through me. When only his head remained inside, he pinned my arms and put all of his weight into the thrust, impaling me with his entire length.
I bit my lip and closed my eyes tight, feeling myself being driven into the mattress. His cockhead jabbed my prostate at the start of every thrust, causing my own cock to twitch and throb and leak all over my stomach. When he bottomed out, his sac would slap against my ass and leave a sharp sting on my stretched crack.
After a minute or so of intense fucking, my ass had begun to become accustomed to his tool. The pain was subsiding, though every time he buried himself a twinge shot through my sphincter and up my spine. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was still staring at my face, enjoying the sight he saw there. I glanced down at where our bodies were colliding and could see the gleam of my juices on his dick every time he pulled out. His abs were standing out due to the strain and his body had a slight sheen of sweat covering it from his efforts.
He continued to pound away at my chute for another few minutes and then he completely buried himself. He released my arms and slid his under my back. I wrapped my arms as far as I could around his back and slid my legs down around his waist. He laid himself on top of me and gave me a deep kiss. The weight of him pushed me deeper into the mattress and made it slightly hard to breath, but I returned his kiss with the same fervor. I pulled him deeper into me with my legs and felt him flex his dick within me. We lay there, making out, with him buried in me completely for about a minute. Then he began to stand and pull out of me.
When his cock had slipped free from my anus, I felt my ass try to close. I sat up and felt juices leak from the ravaged hole. Ben stood there by the bed with his enormous cock pointing at the wall. It was slimy and wet, and the hair around the base of his cock and on his balls was matted. Near his navel, a patch of clear, gooey liquid was smeared in his hair.
He looked at me and smiled. "Your hole is amazing, kid. Get on your stomach. I need to dump this load in there soon." As he said this, he reached down and cupped his balls. They were hanging lower than before and had turned red from the repeated contact with my ass. I rolled over turned my head to watch him.
He climbed onto the bed and knelt between my legs. His stiff cock stabbed at my ball sac while he grabbed a buttock in each hand and kneaded them, slowly prying them apart to see the opening between. When I could feel the air on my asshole, he leaned over and let a long glob of spit fall from his mouth. When it landed on my hole, it winked at the sudden sensation. He raised his hips a little and brought his dick to my entrance. I put my head down onto the cover and braced myself for the entry.
He entered in one slow thrust, pushing his entire length into me until his balls were resting against mine. I shuddered both at the feeling of his entry and the spasm of my cock between the sheets and my stomach. His hips ground around my ass cheeks, which now were prevented from coming together completely by his width. He pulled back and thrust again, forcing a moan from my throat.
I felt him lower himself onto my back as he slid his arms under armpits and hooked his hands around my shoulders. When his chest finally pressed firmly into my back, he settled into fucking my hole with long, slow strokes.
He pressed his lips to my ear and began to whisper. "Your hole is so tight. Fuck, it's like it's milking my cock. I'm gonna shoot this load in your ass. You hear me. I am going to breed your little faggot ass. I'm gonna pump you full of my cum and you're gonna squirm underneath me, feeling me fill you up."
I moaned and felt my cock rubbing against the sheets. When he began to increase the force behind his thrusts, I felt his cock start to rub my prostate harder. As he pulled all the way out to his cockhead, he bit down on my shoulder and thrust in viciously.
The feeling of his blunt prick stabbing my prostate combined with both of our bodies pressing my cock into the sheets caused my dick to swell and explode. I screamed into the sheets as my cock emptied below me, my ass clinching spasmodically on his pole. As the hot, sticky liquid shot out between the sheets and my stomach, I felt flashes of pain return in my ass. My orgasm had caused my ass to tighten again and Ben wasn't slowing down.
The spasms of my ass must have sent Ben closer to the edge. He began to thrust relentlessly at my ass. "Fuck, did you just come!? Did I just fuck a load right out of you? Dammit you're getting me close now, slut. I'm about to cum in you. Shit! I'm gonna fucking fill you up, boy!"
Ben slammed down and drove his dick as far as he could up my ass. He sank his teeth into my neck and groaned. I felt him expand inside me as his dick began to twitch and erupt. I could feel the heat of his cum as it spilled inside of me. He gave small thrusts with every spurt and I spread my legs wider to let him get as deep as he could. His balls were contracting with every spasm as he continued to drive himself in farther.
When the main part of his orgasm was over, he drew his cock halfway from my ass. I felt it throb as he withdrew and it spurted out a glob warm semen. When only his cockhead remained in me, he held it there. He then raised himself from my back and knelt behind me. I looked back as he slowly removed the remainder of his cock from my ass. As the head slid out, I felt my asshole attempt to close.
He laughed, watching as my hole winked at him. "I don't think that's going to close up for a while." I rolled over and propped myself up on my elbows. My abdomen was sticky with my cum, the patch of hair above my cock caked with thick spunk. Ben's cock was deflating, but was still impressive. The site of it covered with a mixture of his load and my juices was an awesome sight.
He yawned and rubbed his stomach with his hand. I looked over at the clock and saw that it was now well past 4.
"Shit that was hot, kid," Ben said. "Your ass can take a reaming. "
"Tell me about it," I said, feeling my asshole still trying to seal itself. "I've never been fucked like that before. Hell, I've definitely never cum just from fucking before. Your cock is amazing."
"Fuck, I'm tired now," said Ben, yawning again. He lay down on his back on the other half of the bed. "We'll have to do it again tomorrow. Or today. Whenever we get up."
I lay down beside him on my stomach. "I don't know if I can handle it again."
He looked over at me, smirking. "What did I tell you? Your ass is mine, and it will still be mine tomorrow. Keep that load in there; I don't want you wasting it." He slapped my ass and then reached up and flipped off the light.
As I lay there, listening to Ben softly snoring, I reached down and gently prodded my hole with a finger. It was hot to the touch and still hadn't closed completely. The hair around my asshole was damp, but with what, I couldn't tell. I drifted to sleep with his jizz seeping down my ball sac and soaking into the sheets to mingle with my load.
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