Brief Summary: This is a brief story about my time after Uni with one of my Exs describing how hot and amazing the sex was and could be.
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Title: You should definitely get with my Ex.
A few years back I got a text from one of overseas mates (Nick) in the UK. He excitedly texted "Mate, you're not going to believe who I saw on the apps today! Phil!"
I replied nearly immediately "Text him. Woof him. Tap him. Whatever! Just get with him! That would be so hot!"
And he replied "Already have stud, already have. ;-)"
A bit of background is in order. Phil, Big Phil, was/is an ex of mine from my time in Sydney. I met him during my early years just after coming out on one of those impulsive sexy "I just need cum" type of days you have in your early twenties. I was 23 and he was 46 and for some reason at the time I thought it was incredibly hot that he was exactly twice my age at that point in my life. Our first hookup was a study in the contrasts between an excitedable, voracious, insatiable 23 year old and the established, in control and sure of himself mid life daddy type. I had practically run over to his place from the University of Sydney in the middle of the day and basically didn't leave until late in the evening with a worn out mouth and a filled ass.
After that day we had a good year together where a lot of my current turn-ons (making videos, mirrors, precum play, slow teasing sessions, etc) were solidified. As a result of Phil I got awoken to the pleasures of guy-on-guy type stuff. It was even during that year that I met Nick while he was travelling after completing his Uni degree in the UK. I had gushingly told him about this sexy guy I had been getting with constantly. But, as after that year of fun Phil went had to move to the UK for work and our relationship basically just became texting each other about current hookups and hot ideas.
So, hearing (reading) this text from my mate overseas re-kindled a lot of fantastically sexy memories...but also awoke a deeper, hornier, more primal side. I wanted, needed this hookup to happen between Phil and Nick because I knew it would awaken a hunger in him just like what I had. Why was I so sure of that?
Because once the make-out session had passed, and the slowly but insistent exploring of each others bodies had happened, and the inevitable the intermixing of scents and sweats from their embraces had occured a shift would start mentally in Nick. Subtle, at first, but more insistent over time.
Because Phil would take his time getting Nick's hole ready. His talented tongue would lap and tease his hole until it was sensitive and ready. He would get it to the point where the slightest warm breath would cause his hole to flutter open and close in anticipation. Inevitably, his hole would start to overwhelm all of his other senses. His hole would hunger, would crave more, would demand more and more attention. It would insist on being filled.
And at that point he would be ready. Well as ready as one can ever be I suppose because no one can ever truly be ready for Phils cock.
It isn't just the size of it that makes preparation difficult, although that is part of it as he has a beautifully hefty slab of meat, but more because it seems to have a life, a magnetism, an allure all its own. Once Nick got to the point where his hole was begging for more and more...then Phil would start the best part of the session. His dick, slick with spit and sweat and lube and precum would start to feed his hole. And Nicks hole would start to nibble at it, enjoying its sweet taste and promise. It would get fed by that interaction as streams of precum would flow out of it into his slick hole.
At this point the tables would metaphorically shift and the animal that is Phils cock would get awakened, as if it had a life and needs and urgency all its own. His dick, teased with the taste of Nicks hole would want more than nibbles, more than love bites. It wanted to consume and fill that hole, to open it. And so it would start. His dick would move with a power all its own and start to impose itself inside Nick.
And from personal experience I know that this is what starts the bonding to Phil. Because his cock isn't something that one can zone out, or focus on other things, or just accept. No. His cock breaks that melodic concentration as it imposes pain both searing and dull on the sensitive hole. But it also does something else. It forces you to feel the fullness of HIM. Because you cannot avoid the primal fullness that HE is pushing inside you. It is his essence and he is making you feel every bit of it. You can thrash about and try to avoid it, and cry out with moans alternating in pain and ecstasy, but eventually your hole, your body, your essence, accepts that fullness. It fills you and pushes your body and mind. You stop fighting his intrusion into your inner mental and physical self. His pulsing cock becomes a part of you, a piece that encompasses you.
And then he pulls out. And that fullness, that feeling of wholeness without gaps, that pressure of him, it fades away. And you're left with a feeling of emptiness. A void has been created where you didn't know where one existed. Like magic, in that instant of fullness, your body had found what it needed. You've been drained of power, of his power, and you claw back for more. You moan because the pain has lessened a bit, yes, but also out of longing for that feeling of primal male fullness.
And then he comes back and fills you with his manhood once more. And you feel that pain renewed. The cycle begins once more and the cravings and all the associated feelings happen again. You cannot break away mentally. You are literally forced back into the moment to feel and know that it is not just anyone that is making you moan like this. No--it is Phil. It is his primal, blood filled manhood causing you to stream pre-cum onto your abs. And the magical, addictive beauty of this is that he just keeps going and going. Years of experience, decades of conquests have given him the power and fortitude to keep this cycle of fullness and relief, pain and pleasure, going long into the night.
Eventually, and all too soon, these sensations override everything and you will cum. Buckets and buckets will splatter your flushed chest as your eyes roll back and your voice cries out. And this is what he hungers for. He doesn't get off needing to plant his seed in others, to mark his territory like a young wolf. No. He gets off knowing that it was his primeness that made you explode too soon. Your confidence, your bravado, your swagger has nothing on him. Because he knows it was only a tiny bit of him that got you off.
But it doesn't stop him from marking you. From showing that his essence brought you to climax. His scratches and nibbles on your chest and neck are visual reminders to you later that you were his for a time. And when he floods your inside with his life giving lava it is less a statement of territory and more a reward for you. You are given his cum. His seed. He feeds your hole to reward it.
But even then, even after you've been flooded and claimed and marked, he is still not satiated. His dick may soften, slightly, but its strong and powerful and muscular. So it stays in you, rubbing its silky texture over your prostate causing you, in turn, to start to get hard again. And the longer he does this, the more your body understands that Phil is the thing it has been missing all its life. And it tries to pull him in more, to absorb him. And it really feels like your body absorbs his cum into your body and into your balls because after only a short period of time doing this soft thrusting, your hunger for him, and his for you, is rekindled. The cycle of horniness and cum is repeated as you begin to pre-cum all over your abs once more.
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However, in my personal opinion, the strongest power of Phil is the feeling that you get later. Aside from the amazing night sleep you'll get or the way that hot showers will feel so relaxing, the true power of his dick, and not others, is that it awakens a hunger in your soul. Your body will begin to crave and need his fullness, his essence. You will be sitting in a bus staring off at the countryside, or at dinner with friends, or dancing in a club, or drinking alone on a warm sunday afternoon, and your body will develop this cascading primal hunger for his dick, his essence.
It will be a hunger that you can try to satiate by wanking your meat to the videos you made together or to the echoes of memories of times gone past. You can try to buy ever more realistic dildos that approximate the fullness of his essence. You can try to find other big dicks to replicate that fullness. But ultimately you realise that the only way you can truly satiate that hunger is through his dick, his essence. Because what you crave is his primal essence. His cock and seed and personality and bod and smell and HIM. You need him. More than an addiction...his essence is something that your body, your person, your essence will crave for the rest of your life.
So yes - I did want my mate to get to learn and feel and get that experience from my Ex. ;-)