My second true story, hope you enjoy.
After a night out with a few of my straight mates at a local bar I was wandering off home a little intoxicated and feeling horny. A local public toilet and pickup site for gays in my town was just a few blocks across and almost without thinking I found myself wandering in that general direction.
As I got nearer I could see that there was no activity about the toilet block but that there was a car parked across the road with an occupant. Being a bit circumspect about this site I wandered into the toilets without obviously looking at the parked car. Shutting myself in a stall I checked myself out, made sure I was clean and waited a while, half expecting the guy from the car to enter. After some time I figured he wasn't going to so I wandered back out the way I came in.
The car was still there and I made a point of looking straight at it so that the guy would know that I was aware of him being there. I wandered back down the street away from the car and took a few obvious glances back in his direction. My hometown is small and quite homophobic so I normally have to go through these types of ceremonies while both myself and the other guy convince ourselves that we are both after the same thing. A kind of bizarre mating courtship.
I heard the car start up and swing up beside me. The guy inside asked if I was looking for some fun. Of course I said that I was and soon I was seated in the car and we were off to his house. Gay sex is great this way; lets just cut to the chase and go and do what we both want to do.
A little small talk and before long we are both in his bedroom removing each others clothing as quickly as we could. I am quite tall and slim and this guy shorter and stockier so there was contrast there. We were both hairy, him quite rugged looking in fact which always appeals to me. I am naturally hairy but do like to shave round my cock, balls and arse. This night I was suitably shaved.
We lay side by side hugging, kissing and fondling. Both our cocks were hard and obvious, pressing into each other. Soon our hands were drawn to them, mine oozing its normal constant flow of pre-cum and his rockhard and with a nice little bend. My cock stands nice and straight but there is something about a nice bent cock that always attracts me.
Two horny guys, naked and hard together on a bed groping and wrestling with each other needing attention to be given to their respective cocks but wanting to give attention to the other as well. In time we had swung round so that each of us was looking directly at an erection and tight sets of nuts. Sounds of sucking and masturbation followed shortly thereafter.
I love the smell and taste of cock and will happily suck and lick forever but I also love being fucked and being with a guy for the first time there is always that worry to me that he will come quickly and lose interest in continuing. Don't get me wrong, I love the feeling and taste of my lover cumming in my mouth but if he's the sort who cums once only then I want to have had a serious shagging as well before that happens.
This guy wasn't going to cum quick that was the first good thing so a prolonged session of fellatio continued on. His mouth was busy too and his fingers as well, I soon had a couple of his digits firmly implanted in my butt. Eventually though I could feel his excitement growing and fingers, while nice, are no match for a hard cock and a guy in the throws of orgasm driving it home.
I slowed my mouthing and fondling to ease him down a little before asking him to fuck me. As he moved to get upright I swung across and onto my knees burying my face into a pillow. With my knees spread wide and an arch in my back my butt was up high and totally exposed. I was almost demanding in my coaxing for him to do me hard, to slam me.
I felt and heard him spit on my butt and then felt that wonderful pressure of his hard knob pushing at me. I wanted this badly and pushed back at him while still urging him to drive it home in one shove. He gripped my hips and drove in. I just love being taken hard like this, a gentle lover is not for me, take me, rape me, pound me.
He fucked me hard, sometimes gripping my hips, sometimes my shoulders, pulling me back onto him as he drove inwards. I was moaning and gasping and loving every moment of it. At times he slipped out but re-entry was easy, I was wide open and wanton, his own personal fuck machine to do with as he pleased. Wonderful things always seem to end too soon and I began to feel in his movements and hear from his grunts that the inevitable was approaching. I was calling out to him "No! Don't cum yet. Too soon, too soon"
He never slowed and drove through to his orgasm continuing to pump his cock in and out of me as he released his load. All too soon he slumped back on his heels and out of me. I just lay there as I was, face still buried in the pillow and butt up high. I could feel that my arse was wide open, gaping at him and he must have been able see directly into me.
I lay there moaning about how horny I was and how I wanted more. As his orgasm faded and my words and exposed arse became more of his focus he pushed a couple of fingers into me and began to fuck me with them. I moved with him and my moans and demands for more became stronger still. Initially he thought I wanted his fingers to fuck me faster so he did and I was getting a severe fingerfucking. I called for another finger and then another. In time I had all four fingers and his thumb forcefully being driven into me. His cum and other juices were running out of me, down over my tight balls. He was fucking me so hard I was having trouble maintaining an erection but the excitement and feeling was intense and there was no way I wanted it to stop.
I began calling for him to go further, to fuck me deeper and harder. How he could possibly have fucked me harder I don't know but he was trying to push deeper with each inward thrust. His invasions slowed down but each was just a fraction further into me. My cries became more of "Yes" and "Oh my god" and I felt his hand slowly but relentlessly being forced inside my body. The feeling was uncomfortable but fantastic as well. Here was a man I had never met before doing something gross to many but incredibly intimate and erotic to me.
I felt the width of his knuckles at my entrance and it seemed that he had gone as far as he could but I wanted more. I demanded to be fisted; for him to shove that fucking fist into me. He curled his fingers and pressed hard, making me cry out in a delicious pain. "Don't stop, don't stop" He didn't and pushed through, his knuckles had buried into me. The rest of his hand slide in easier and his fingers curled into a tight fist. I was in an uncomfortable ecstasy calling out for him to fuck me, to fistfuck me, to give it to me.
I did not sense its arrival until it was happening but my cock now quite soft flopping around under me was releasing cum, just spilling out, not a normal pulsing orgasm but just the release of my sperm, a milking is an expression I have heard for this since. To be properly milked is an incredible sensation that I can highly recommend.
I had eventually had enough and the largest object I had ever had inside me was withdrawn. My butthole felt incredibly hot and wide and remained somewhat tender for a few days. I slumped down on my back and began to jack my penis. It soon grew to full hardness again and looked up at the guy who had just had his fist buried in my body as he knelt over me and watched me masturbate to an incredibly powerful orgasm. Very little semen as I had dumped that load earlier but the force of the contractions was tremendous.
As I came down off my cum I ushered him to move up towards me until he was straddling my chest and my hand was jacking his cock just a few inches away from my face. I had this idea of just having been used by this man as his fucktoy, fucked and fisted forcefully and now I wanted him cum all over my face, almost like I wanted to be totally degraded and used by this man. He didn't disappoint and I soon felt hot cum splattering on my cheeks and nose.
What a fantastic encounter, an encounter where I got to do what I had held in some of my deepest fantasies. I guess the earlier alcohol helped at the time but I don't need a drink now. Fisting opportunities are few and far between for me but I take them whenever I can now.
Comments most welcome and encouragement if you enjoyed and want me to write more of my experiences.