A Debt

[Discostew]

Long time lurker, 1st time poster. Thought I'd unload a dirty story I've been writing for a while. Sort of an escapist romp spawned by a real life experience that was much, much less exciting.

I will post it in installments as I proofread it in my amateur way.

A DEBT

He opened the door halfway and looked out at the street behind me, made sure my car wasn’t too close to his house - a low, dirty ranch style home among many other low, dirty ranch style homes. I kept my hands in my pockets, shivering.

Satisfied, he caught me with his concrete eyes, black behind bushy, gray-flecked eyebrows. He straightened, grinned warmly, and opened the door. I ignored the goose bumps and went inside, my coat tight around me to keep out the wet winter cold. His heat radiated off of him as I entered, and my heart began to pound, stomach dropping. It was actually happening.

The house I’d entered was clean, but sparse. White walls and beige carpets under wooden furniture and a black sofa facing away from me. A dormant large screen television lay beyond it, dominating the wall, black pillars of speakers rising on either side, all the expense of the dreary place funneled into an entertainment setup.

He closed the door abruptly. I jumped, turn to watch him as he looked me over. He was three or four inches taller than me, bald head, flat stomach, broad waist, broader shoulders. He had rough chin pubes, long on the edges. He wore jeans and a white wife beater. He had to have been at least forty-five years old, but his arms and shoulders were quite bulky, much larger than mine, and the muscles beneath his white T-shirt were bulging, chest thrust forward. He was a cop. The aura of control that he’d emanated when he’d nearly given me that speeding ticket was just as palpable now as then.

I let my eyes roam down his shirt to his belt buckle, his denim jeans. The bulge…it was massive. So massive that my insides quivered, wondering what it would feel like when it was inside of me, when it was pushing into me, how much it would hurt. It excited me, it scared me – though I tried not to show it.

He smiled, more of a smirk, adjusted his burden shamelessly with a big, hairy hand. He was looking at me with a barely suppressed animal grin. “I’m glad you came,” he said, his deep Georgia drawl permeating every word. I could feel it in my chest.

I shrugged, still wearing my heavy coat, my hands in my pockets. I’d gotten a haircut this morning, short at the sides, loose on the top. I’d shaved, leaving my face just barely brushed with dark shadow on pale skin. Beneath my coat was a black shirt and brown jeans. As he requested, I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I was glad now – the extra room seemed to make my raging erection less apparent.

“Don’t you talk?” he asked, taking a step toward me. “Here – I’ll take your coat.”

Awkwardly I slackened my shoulders, let it fall down my arms. I handed it to him. He stepped close, draped it over the sofa beside me, keeping his eyes on me. They were hungry. We were silent for a moment. I couldn’t meet his gaze, which was fixed on me, slithering over me, caressing me, devouring me. I was exhilarated, and I couldn’t speak. My heart was thumping. My cock was so hard it hurt. He could tell.

He stepped back. “Take off your shirt,” he said, his hands crossed in front of him. I hesitated, then began lifting my shirt over my head. The cold air hit my flat stomach, and I took a deep breath. This wasn’t going fast enough for him.

He crossed the room in two long strides and grabbed the shirt from my hands. He lifted it over my head and tossed it across the room in the space of a few half-seconds. His hands fell on me immediately, and his tongue, his go-tee…

He groped my chest, squeezing my pecs – hard – and dug his tongue into the muscles of my neck, raking it across my throat, not bothering to suppress a bestial grunt. I was taken by surprise – I moaned, gripping his shirt.

His hands immediately went lower, moved around my smooth sides, under my belt and into the back of my pants, where he cupped each of my large, clenching ass cheeks in his big, strong, cold hands, squeezing all the way. His thumb dug into the soft place between –

“Wait,” I gasped. “Not so – not so fast –”

He didn’t seem to hear me, but, I thanked God, his thumb left my asshole alone for the moment. He dropped to his knees, his tongue weaving a sticky, sore trail down my chest until it was at my navel, where he dove in, devouring my smooth belly and pushing me back against the sofa. I was shuddering, taught in his aching grasp.

His hands came to the front, ripped my pants open at the button. The zipper parted at once, exposing my trimmed pubic hair and most of my groin, along with the trail of fur that connected my naval with my pubs. My dick, fully erect and throbbing, was caught at the bottom of the V, held captive by my drooping pants.

I was breathing hard, my shoulders trembling as I leaned back, arching just slightly. He was breathing harder, eyes wide, drinking me in below the waist. He looked up at me then, grinning a crooked grin. He put his left hand on my hip and began to rub the fur of my groin with his right, massaging deep, tickling and prickling me with his bold, sausage-like fingers. I began to breathe harder, faster. I tensed the muscles of my thighs, my buttocks, my groin. He was drooling, very slightly, and it dripped into his rough go-tee as he pushed deeply, kneaded the muscles of my groin until my legs shook and parted for him, and then –

The fire in my loins spread, engulfed my stomach, my bowels, my legs, my brain. The torture was too much – I had to have his hands on me. All of me. Still, I dared not move to guide him. He would not have let me. I squirmed, and his massaging stopped. He knew – he could read it on my face, feel in in my body. “Please,” I gasped.

In one deft move, he yanked my pants down around my ankles. My dick, a solid, thick, uncut seven inches, sprang from my pants as they released it. It smacked against my stomach, leaving a sticky patch of precum as, slowly, it began to slide to the side. I gasped softly, gripping the sofa beneath me. It felt as if I’d never seen my own cock that large, that engorged.

He wasted no time burying his face in my sizable scrotum, his tongue forging a path up into the soft, sensitive crevice deep beneath my dick. I spasmed, moaning impotently. His tongue left that spot and found another at the base of my left testicle. His mouth shortly engulfed it. I whimpered. Hot, wet ecstasy. He breathed deeply through his big nose, taking in the scent of my intimates. Hands ran roughly up my torso and twisted each of my nipples, harder than before. My back arched and I squealed, not caring at all that I sounded like a girl, like a sow, a bitch in heat. I was lost in the heat and the pleasure and the pain of it, thrusting my hips at his prickling face.

Hands left my aching nipples and closed in around my throbbing member. He pulled the foreskin back viciously and his tongue left my balls, only to reappear beneath the extra-sensitive head of my penis, round and round and round –

“Oh – oh my God – ” I grabbed onto his bald head with one hand, to steady myself, root myself to the real world, to him. I had - had to keep myself from coming.

His hand snaked around to my butt cheek, gripped it firmly, massaged. I realized his fingers were sticky and wet with something cold and slick, and then –

His middle finger pushed up into my ass quite abruptly, pushed past my unsuspecting sphincter and up, up, until his knuckles were pressed against either side of my hole, as if he were flicking off my tailbone.

I cried out and grabbed onto his bald head with both hands now, frantically, for it was the first time anything had ever been put up there, and it was somewhat painful – a deep, sharp stinger – but I couldn't ask him to stop, oh no. He wanted this, after all. I'd known it would be happening sooner or later. Besides, it couldn’t compete with his tongue, his lips, milking my exposed sex hungrily, relentlessly – and now the finger up my ass began to move, slowly at first, then faster, then up, pushing against the base of my – my – it felt very, very good now. So good I thought I was going to –

“Wait,” I wheezed. “I’ll – ”

His mouth retreated from my dick, leaving it wet, cold, but still burning. His finger stayed in my ass, but it had stopped jabbing into me, settling for curling in the tight velvet of my insides.

“Boy, you taste too good,” he rasped, his breath rushing across my wet sex, exhilarating, like peppermint. He stared up at me, his eyes on fire, grinning wider than ever. “I am so happy you came.”

I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I just grinned back at him. His finger slid out of my ass and he stood up, rubbing his bulging crotch unabashed with his right hand, squeezing my cock with the other. He tugged on it and I stood up, stepped out of my crumbled pants, agonized with wanting. He tossed his head to the right – the hallway. I followed him, and he led me by my dick. I had to walk fast.

 

[Discostew]

His bedroom was dark, but I could see blank white walls and a blank white bed with yellow sheets. He guided me around him, then pushed me onto his bed – lightly, letting me fall on my back, my calves dangling off the edge. I looked down my splayed body at him, past the exclamation point of my erection. He stood silhouetted in the doorway, broad shoulders, curved hips, bald head, furry torso – he oozed masculinity. I wanted him to come at me, wanted him to hurt me, fuck me –

I whimpered, covering my stomach with one hand without noticing – I suddenly felt very exposed, completely naked beneath him, he still fully clothed, still tasting me in his mouth. I was getting harder all the same, to the point of pain.

He took off his shirt without much ritual, let his pants drop and stepped from his underwear. He didn’t bother taking off his socks – I liked that he had on more clothes than I did. He turned for me, liking the attention, smirking down at me, flexing his muscles. He was beautiful, carved like a god. His body hair, though plentiful, was confined to the normal areas. His shoulders and back – even his ass – were blessedly smooth, obviously waxed in preparation. His dick – uncut, and…oh, Lord…

I lay motionless has he lowered himself to the bed, over me. He took my hand away from my stomach and pinned it above my head. He held down my other hand and then pushed his tongue into my naval again, eating it slowly this time, sensually. I was shivering violently, unable to will myself to move, gasping, moaning silently.

Satiated with my reactions to his nibbling, he moved his head from my stomach and lowered himself over me, raising his eyes to my own, holding them easily. I felt it at last. It flopped down heavily onto my groin, aside my own throbbing member, rippling with heat. I felt its head at my hip, his balls on my balls – I broke his gaze and looked down, gasped in awe of it. It was easily two inches longer than mine. Not as thick as mine, but thick enough…
He laughed softly when my eyes got wide. I could tell he was enjoying this, putting his obviously superior manhood on display against my own, dominating me even in this way. I didn’t care. It was exhilarating, so unlike the messy bedroom squabbles with the girls and guys my own age, where I always seemed to end up on top.

He grabbed his hard dick and smacked it against my groin. He laughed again, like a school boy, and pressed his body against mine completely, head to toe, his hairy chest and stomach rubbing up against my smooth skin, his huge, hot dick and floppy balls dwarfing and engulfing my own. His hands ran up and down my body, stopped at my face, and he kissed me. It took me by surprise, but I welcomed his probing tongue, even pushed back at it, though I couldn’t penetrate his mouth, as his tongue was pinning mine effortlessly.

He pulled back, holding my cheeks with one big hand. “Sorry,” he gasped. “I know I said no kissing.”

I said nothing, just kissed his chin, nibbled at his mouth, keeping his gaze. He grinned widely and kissed me hard. His hand appeared at my dick and squeezed even harder, and I squealed beneath his lips.

His other hand appeared at my ass as I wrapped my legs around his waist, and his finger…

He pulled his mouth from mine and left my dick to flop as he roughly turned me over. My face was pushed into the soft, musty quilt, and my ass was suddenly in the air, guided by his wide hands, inches away from his breath. His tongue was there in an instant, licking hungrily, lapping ceaselessly at my clenching hole, his prickly face pushing into me. I squealed in surprise and gripped the covers beneath me, anticipating.

His hands spread my ass open wide, and his tongue was rimming me – he pushed its hot thickness into my steadily loosening asshole, grunting like a gorilla, in and out, spitting with each thrust, wetting my hole, moistening my crevice. Big, wet trails of sticky spit ran down my ass cheeks, my thighs, onto my taint, my balls – I was breathing very, very hard, and I was in heaven. There was only his tongue. I was opening up to him without realizing…

His tongue left, replaced by his fingers, slick with lube. He held my ass still with one firm hand as he tested my wet hole with the other. I was breathing hard, countless thoughts rolling through my brain and disappearing…
His finger entered me slowly this time, slid into me…then joined by another…another…

I breathed hard into the quilt, opening myself to the dull pain of his digits. They brushed something inside of me, behind my throbbing dick, above my hanging balls, and warm pleasure swelled there, making my thighs shake uncontrollably.

“You’re ready,” he said, and I had no choice but to believe him.

His fingers left as slowly as they came, leaving me wanting. He did not leave me that way for long, however; my breath quickened as the pulsing nudge of what could only be his huge dick appeared at the rim of my hole, pushing ever so slightly against it, undeniable.
I was exhilarated. I was scared.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he said softly, his big, strong hands squeezing my buttocks and roaming across the small of my back. “My dick’s big, I know it. But you’ve got a big ass. A big, sexy ass. You can take it. You’re gonna love this, I promise. Just relax,”

I couldn’t even think of answering before he pushed into me – I was already relaxed, and I did not resist. Even still – God! – he was huge!

I groaned feebly. My right hand reached behind me, found its way to his firm ass, and held on for dear life. I could feel precum leaking out of my dick. God – he was still pushing – he wasn’t even halfway in –

I clenched involuntarily, whimpering at the sting of it.

He paused. “You okay?”

“I think so…”

He did not push further immediately. His big warm hands resumed their patrol over my quivering ass, my tense back, my shaking thighs. I lost myself in their roaming, let my mind settle down, let my hole loosen around his mammoth cock –

He pushed himself in to the hilt immediately, the roughness of his black pubes suddenly scraping against the smooth flesh of my inner ass. The tip of his huge dick – it was pressing into the most intimate part of me, where his fingers had grazed before, and I felt an explosion of dull pleasure deep within me, like nothing I’d ever felt before – and a deep, wrenching hurt at the same time, the feeling of his monster cock forging a path into my virgin bowels. I clenched, hard this time. The pain –

I cried out and arched my back, both at the pleasure and the pain of it. He wrapped his big arms around my trunk and pulled me up, his hot breath at my ear. “Shhhh, shhhh…relax, baby – relax…relax…” He massaged my stomach as he whispered this to me, moving his hips ever so slowly, gently rocking his cock inside my ravaged ass as his massaging hands moved down to my groin and fondled my balls, stroked my dick – which was still hard as a rock, still aching and throbbing, still dripping with precum. “You know, the ancient Aztecs believed that a man who’d been to war and a woman who’d given birth were both kinda equal in the eyes of their gods. My job…I’ve been to war. And after tonight…” He squeezed my ass tenderly. “Well, that’s like a little of both rolled into one, isn’t it? Now breathe…”

His hands and his voice worked their magic; my anus loosened, and my insides relaxed. His hips began to roll a little bit faster, and I noticed it – with every small, smooth push he made within me, I received a small bloom of indescribable, wet, sticky pleasure that traveled from my stomach to my thighs, up my spine…

His hands moved back to my belly, just below the navel. He fingers pushed softly into me there, pushed in as his dick pushed in, kneading some small knob of me, and the pleasure was doubled.

I moaned rather loudly – a moan of pleasure, and pushed my ass into his crotch, grinding into him instinctually, like an animal. “God,” I whispered. “Holy shit, that’s amazing…”

“I told you, baby,” he growled as his tongue dug into my neck, his hands roaming my stomach and chest. “You think that feels good, you’re gonna be lovin’ it in a second here.”

I ran my hands over his strong thighs, over his tight ass behind me. “Why’s that?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.

He laughed softly, put his hand between my shoulders, and pushed me forward until I was bent over in front of him again, ass perked, at his mercy. “’Cause I’m about to fuck the shit out of you.”

 

[Discostew]

And he did.

I was thrown into a world of indubitable pleasure. I felt every inch of him as he rammed past my hole and into my bowels and out again. Explosion after sweet explosion ripped through my nether regions, flooding me with hot, wet, stabbing bliss. I let it out through my mouth as rabid moaning, let it out through my flesh as uncontrollable quivering, my skin as sweat and steam – still, it was not enough, and I could do nothing but grasp at the pillows, the sheets, his ramming thighs…

The sound of his sweaty thighs and hips slapping against my ass came in quick, loud intervals, in time with his heavy, vocal grunts. His fingers were digging into my ass, my hips, holding me in place while he drilled me rotten. Keeping myself loose for him became automatic, involuntary; I wanted all of him inside me, wanted him to split me open, rip me in half…

He grabbed my ankle and raised my leg into the air as he flipped me on his cock, over onto my side, never breaking pace with his relentless fucking. I could see him through my half-closed eyes, straining to catch my breath, somewhat out of my mind. His muscles were bulging with each thrust he took into me, and he was grinning in a strained sort of way. My rock hard dick was slapping against my stomach with every other thrust, in time with my frantic moans.

He balanced my leg on his shoulder, and his hand ran up my stomach, across my chest, twisted my nipple. I bucked against him, moaning even louder. He slapped my ass, squeezed, grunting.

I loved it.

His hand ran back over my shuddering torso and stopped at my hard cock. He began to jack me off. His touch was light, but his rhythm was fast – he was stroking me in time with his thrusts.

I thought I was exploding with pleasure before…this was too much. I was going to –

He came inside of me with a roar, and impossibly hot cum washed over my prostate.

I roared myself, even squealed, as I came in his hand, unloading so much so quickly that it squirted through his fingers, and landed across my stomach. He kept fucking me even after this, kept plowing into my conquered, supplicant ass until I was going a little limp. Only then did he begin to slow down, his dick still hard.

His thrusts eventually became leisurely, soothing swells of pressure and aching delight, and his hand was still gliding over my semi-hard dick, beautifully lubricated by my monster load of cum.

He positioned my hips so that I was lying on my back again. He pulled my ass up and lay on top of me, still inside me, hand still wrapped around my dick, which was getting hard again already. I wrapped my hands around his rippling back, wrapped my legs around his tight waist, gripping him with my limbs as well as my pliant sphincter, holding him to me.

His hot breath washed over my lips. “Did you love it?”

I didn’t have to think. “That was fucking amazing.”

He smiled as he kissed my neck, pushing his tongue along the tender muscles of my throat. His dick was ready again, growing inside of me. I found myself caught up in a lazy sort of ecstasy. He was still fucking me, still stroking me off – very slowly now, but very deliberately. I sighed with pleasure, ran my hands across his back. His tongue roamed across my neck, my chest, nipples, shoulders, jaw, lips…

I felt the bloom of bliss growing again, slowly, steadily.

He sensed it, and began to fuck me just the slightest bit faster…faster…

I whimpered, and he kissed me. I kissed him back, hard.

He kissed back harder, pinned my tongue with his, grabbed a handful of my hair while his other hand stroked me faster, faster…

He held me on that razor’s edge for quite some time, slowing and quickening with the trembling of my body in his hands. Just when I didn’t think I could take it any longer, he sped up, kept the pace – I came in his hand all over again. I felt it splash over his stomach, my stomach. His movements over me rubbed it into our skin, and still he was kissing me, pumping faster as I melted around his cock.

He came inside of me again, groaning into my mouth. I could feel the overflow of his hot cum oozing out of my ass and across my sticky cheeks as he rammed into me.

He stopped fucking me only when his dick began to go limp, finally letting me relax completely, my ass a hot sticky mess, a home for his engorged cock. He lay on top of me, our bodies twisted together, while we both drifted towards sleep. He was still inside me, and his hand was still grasping my softening dick. It was still firmly wrapped around me long after I’d gone limp.

Eventually we fell asleep to the sound of crickets, to the smell of sweat and cum and each other’s breath.


- Part 2 coming soon.

 

[BiMike]

That was f.....g hot ! You are spoiling us with three episodes in one
Hope you do not run out of more installments !

 

[Discostew]

Hiya! Glad you liked it.
Thought I'd post another installment.

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I woke to the wet feeling of his mouth on my nipple, and the firm, hot presence of his dick at my hip. I was lying in his hard naked lap, splayed on my back, spine arched, arms flailed to either side. One of his arms held my shoulders in place while the other hand engulfed the pec he was suckling on.

Sunlight drifted through the curtains, bathing the bare white walls in soft yellow hues. The room had taken on new life in the light, exposing a couple of framed, silver-signed 80's hair band posters, the only things marring the white walls. An old wooden dresser sat next to the door to the hallway, and there was a sizeable pile of dirty wife beaters and crumpled socks in the corner by the bathroom. The entire place smelled heavily of must.

He raised his eyes to me as I stirred. His mouth left my nipple cold in the morning air. His hand left my chest and roamed down my ribcage, my stomach, and came to rest over my balls, pinching my swollen morning wood ever so slightly. "You're a heavy sleeper," he said, smiling.

I couldn't think of a reply, and it was just as well - he was already lifting my midsection with his thighs, and his head was bowing down again, lost behind the slope of my chest. It only took a moment for his mouth to immerse my cock in hot wet filth, and his tongue...

"What time is it?" I asked, breathless, and immediately felt silly. He ignored me, lapping at my swollen dick hungrily. I felt a fresh, familiar sensation at my asshole, which was already loosened from the deep night's sleep and the fucking I'd received. His slick finger nudged into the center of it, pushed. I puckered.

"Don't tease," he said gruffly, sternly, hot breath washing over my wet dick.

I breathed deeply, relaxed my asshole, pushed it open, and his fingers did the rest. Two of them entered me roughly with a veritable fistful of cold lube, knocking around my soft, fleshy bowels until they found my swollen prostate, where they kneaded into me with a precision his dick would never have. I jerked like a worm, moaned desperately, my hands grasping at the crumpled sheets. He kneaded deeper, put his other hand on my hip to keep me still, forearm splayed across my quivering stomach while I jerked and wriggled at the end of his knuckles, my hard, drooling dick a pink exclamation point bobbing in the air just below his grinning mouth.

"That's right," he growled through his big mustache, dark eyes ravaging me. "You can't tease me anymore, you little cunt. I know you love it now. I know you love it."

I had no response for him – didn't need words anyway. My moans and mewling were communicating plenty. I nearly came, but every ounce of my being rebelled against it, held it in –

He pulled his fingers from my ass quite abruptly, wiped the excess lube on my thigh, thin dark hair streaking across pale skin. His rough hands closed in on my hips and repositioned my body like a doll. I was facing him now, legs on either side of his thick, meaty torso as he pulled my ass into his crotch. His throbbing cock was there, engulfed in the fleshy cleft of my ass cheeks, the tip of its considerable length pushing up into my hanging ballsack.

"I'm gonna use you now," he said, stroking my swollen dick slowly, deliberately. "I'm gonna use you like the bitch you are. You like the sound of that, boy?"

"Yes sir," I said, my response instinctual, voice breathless.

He grinned widely, teeth white beneath his black mustache. "I like the sound of that. 'Sir.' Made me leak a little. You just earned yourself a class-A finisher, boy. Now hold still and relax."

His hips began to move, the underside of his cock sliding across my lubed up ass, warming it, creating a delicious friction. His hands ran up the undersides of my meaty thighs, pushed back ever so slightly – but deliberately – until my knees were in the air and the head of his dick was knocking at my stretched asshole. His rhythm never let up, and the beat of it began to push into me. I opened up as well as I knew how, but I was still new to it - it wasn't enough.

"Go on, push. Push out. Like you're gonna take a shit. Use those muscles." He was glaring at me, his face a mask of animal want between my white thighs. "You'd better start loosening up, boy."

I tried again, and the head of his penis popped into me. I clenched involuntarily, painfully, and squeezed it out of my ass with a wet shlop. "I'm not used to it –" I started meekly.

He didn’t seem to hear me. His face was a mask of unflinching intent as he pushed my thighs up to my chin. In the same millisecond he leaned into me, pushed into my asshole with the force of his knees. The mattress creaked and groaned on its springs and he was suddenly, painfully inside of me, his massive dick in nearly to the hilt.

I cried out – deeply, like a man – and began to beat at his tightened back with my fists. The thunk thunk thunk of it filled the room as his eyes bored into my crumpling face.

"Relax."

"Please, I - "

"Fucking relax."

I tried to force my ass to relax around him. It only quivered, then loosened the slightest bit –

His dick immediately rammed in to the hilt, his rough pubs burrowing into my ass-flesh. He growled. My vision became hazy. I could see his features, rippling with grinning need. My right foot was spasming above his head. My dick flopped in my face, oozing precum. How could it be so hard? The pain – I…liked it?

"Push out!"

I finally did push out then, my body remembering the lessons of the previous night for survival's sake. He howled happily and let his massive cock settle inside of me while I cried and panted and pleaded, as if I could somehow sound pathetic enough to evoke sympathy in him. I had still had no words for him - I was utterly dominated by his eyes, his body, his voice. Openly denying him never entered my mind – I was too weak to do it. The swollen pain that wracked my insides didn’t hold a candle next to the humiliation, and that aching shame came with a shrill excitement I never questioned once. He was grinning again and I was basking in it, ashamed so deeply that it made my stomach ache, a welling of sweet, pulsing hurt just above the knob of me that his cock was pinning against my bowels.

The rhythm of his meaty hips returned slowly, his flesh sliding across my own, his dick retracting from my hot, softened crevasse only slightly before engorging itself again, creating larger and larger blooms of swollen pleasure with each thrust, reminding me why I wanted him in the first place. I lost myself in it as his rhythm intensified, my fists dropping from his back as open hands to lay splayed behind my head, arms tossed about with the rest of my body as he fucked me leisurely in the soft yellow sunlight of the morning.

My dick was so hard.

He pulled it towards him and let it spring from his fingers to slap against my stomach. He leaned over me, still fucking me slowly, fixedly. His hands left my nethers and grabbed my wrists. "That's the spirit right here, boy," he breathed hot into my ear. "You love it?"

My words failed, falling into a moan as he stabbed into me again, deeper than ever, nerves of my bowels reeling with aching pleasure.

His hands clamped down hard on my wrists. "Do you love it."

"Yes!" I barely managed to breath. I felt him grin into my neck. He wrapped his big meaty arms around my heaving midsection and began to lean back, pulling me with him, my ass still merged with his invading cock. The world became a blur of flesh and blooming pleasure until I was astride him, my legs wrapped around his midsection, my ass firmly planted in his lap, aching beautifully, filthily, fully consuming his massive sex.

"Now ride it. Ride it like I know you want to." His hips pumped up into me once, sharply, and that was all it took to get me going. I wanted nothing more than to please him. I had to – he was the master of my nerve endings, the filler of my void. If he left me at that point, I’d be left wanting more of it forever.

My mind dissipated with each meaty bounce I took in his lap, each ravaging thrust, replaced by an animal need to consume him utterly. I began to bounce on top of his shaft, arms wrapped around his broad shoulders as his hands clasped my ass in two governing, vice-like grips. I was grunting in a high voice, the voice I’d been wailing in the night before, and he laughed heartily before putting his mouth on my chest, nibbling sharply at my nipples, wetting them and erecting them in the cold morning air. I barely felt it – my entire being consisted of the roiling tempest of flesh that was my ass and bowels and prostate, and I was only thinking of impaling myself upon him.

His hips were pumping into me now, in time with my own humping. I fell back over his knees, arching my spine, impaling myself on his hot dick with all the muscles of my back and torso, pushing my pliant ass as deep as it would go into his lap, that hot wet cradle of stabbing pleasure. He grunted his ascent, holding my dick tightly for his own pleasure while I skewered myself on him again and again, mewling. His free hand roamed over my stomach, my chest, my nipples while I bucked hungrily.

"You whore," he breathed, kneading my dick almost painfully. "You filthy bitch, you love it."

I nearly came then.

As if he knew it was coming - judging by the tensing of my muscles, the hardness of my dick, the sound of my mewling, I didn't know which - he stopped jerking me off, pulled me off his dick, and turned me over. I fell forward onto my face, into the pile of stained pillows at the head of the bead, my loose, empty ass jutting into the air, his hands still grasping it.

He spread my cheeks without ritual and entered me just as roughly as before. My ass devoured him easily at this new angle, ate the pleasure and the pain with a thrilling sensation of meat on meat. He began to thrust into me quite vigorously, hands squeezing my ass-flesh red between rock hard fingers, spreading them wide. I groaned into the pillow, and he slapped my ass - hard. So hard it reverberated throughout my insides, velvet bowels against rock hard cock. I squealed in surprise, shrill, but his fucking never let up. Instead, his left hand appeared at the back of my head, took a fist-full of hair, and pulled.

I cried out in surprise, grasping at the shaking headboard as he yanked me to my knees, his left hand still gripping my ass while he drilled me. My engorged dick slapped against my stomach as it bounced violently beneath me, my entire body wrenched back and forth between my head and my ass. I wailed pleasure and pain into the indifferent wall, still grasping the headboard as it slammed into the plaster over and over again. It was all I could do. I was his.

He roared as he came, the warmth of his juices exploding in the deepest part of me, brimming frantically from my ass, running down my thighs in hot streaks that grew cold much too soon. He slapped my ass again - again - and then pulled out of me, turned me over, and slapped me across the face, his dick still hard and red as it slid over my groin, pumping its last bits of cream into my dark pubic hair. I barely had time to register this before he kissed me hungrily, squeezing my pecks to the point of white pain with his big hairy hands, breathing hotly into my lungs.

He was still hard when his tongue left my mouth, forging a trail down my sweat-slick chest and stomach to my dick, still solid as a rock. "Class A," he breathed, and swallowed me whole. Wet hot pleasure enveloped my cock as he rocked backwards. It was trapped by his tight lips, a bent sausage between his meaty lips. He shifted back, firm hairy ass perked in the air, his hands snaking up from either side of my thighs and roaming roughly over my stomach. A muffled grunt escaped his throat as he began to fuck my dick with his mouth, hot wet lips brushing my pubs before sliding up the length of my thick cock and back again.

His eyes were fixated on mine as he devoured me, and I could not look away. I whimpered in ecstasy with each stroke his mouth took on my sex, and his hands ran up my stomach to grasp my chest, nipples poking hard and red between his thumbs and forefingers. He grunted with each suck, shoulders pressing against the undersides of my thighs, hairy chest tickling my sloppy, spent ass.

Somewhere between his kneading hands and his probing tongue, I came lazily in his mouth. His eyes never left mine as I whimpered and squirmed in his grip, his cheeks caving in tightly as my throbbing groin gyrated into his sucking maw. Each spurt of cum he swallowed hungrily and deliberately, eyes burrowing into me. Through the haze of aching exhaustion and numbing pleasure, I could have sworn his lips were grinning around my dick.

[more to come]

 

[Discostew]

[continued]

I lay sprawled on the bed long after the warmth of his mouth had left my limp sex to the open air. I sunk in and out of consciousness, drifting in the potent stench and sticky sheets of our fucking. The smell of frying bacon drew me out of it all too soon, and my eyes focused. The sun was no longer pouring through the drawn blinds – it must have been close to noon. The bare room was filled with a lazy soft light that was neither here nor there.

I pulled myself into a sitting position, my insides aching sweetly. My dick had grown hard again, but I ignored it. I looked down at my white body and the dim bruises he'd given me, and the events of the morning finally sunk in. I was uncertain of the feeling they’d left me with.

I couldn't find my clothes. I figured they'd been strewn somewhere in the house, so I drew up the courage to leave the bedroom, my feet cold on the hardwood floor, cool air washing over my naked skin.

The rest of the house was laid out quite simply and openly. The sparse, barely-cluttered kitchen was easy to find. He was there, his broad back to me as he cooked bacon on the stove, filling the room with a delicious sputtering that made my mouth water despite it all. The broad bulk of him in wrapped in a clean white undershirt and loose grey pajama bottoms. His huge, bulging arms were bare, and even now I hated myself for letting my eyes roam over them.

"I hope I didn't wear you out," he said.

"Where are my clothes?"

He turned to face me, holding the pan of sizzling bacon in one hand, two plates in the other. "They're around." His eyes wandered down my body without ritual. He smirked at my erection, his tongue flickering over his lips, brushing his mustache. I covered it without success, tried to shove it down with my hand. I could not will it away – it was pushing through my fingers, a lost cause. "Not that I'd want you putting any on,” he continued. “This is much too nice a sight." His eyes left my naked body and met mine, then darted at the table. "Sit down, will you?"

I swallowed, but my throat was dry. "No. I want my clothes."

"And I told you. You ain't getting them. Not right now anyway. Sit down."

Flabbergasted, I did as I was told. The glazed wooden chair was cold on my ass cheeks and my hanging balls. My dick was finally going soft. Soon it too would be resting coldly against the seat.

"Good boy." He laid a plate down in front of me, put half the bacon on it. He tossed the empty pan into the sink and sat across from me with his own plate, eyeing his bacon and my bruised chest in equal measure. "I figured you'd need some protein, after all that stretching you've been doing." He grinned. "You haven't eaten in almost thirty-six hours, am I right? I mean, assuming you followed my instructions yesterday, which I know you did."

I didn't touch the bacon. My hands gripped the seat beneath me, knuckles tight. My voice didn’t crack when I finally spoke, but it was smaller than I thought it’d be. "You raped me."

He spit a little when he laughed. "Don't even kid yourself. You just took some convincing, that's all."

"No – I said no, but you did it anyway. You heard me say no."

"I heard you say, 'I’m not used to it.' I just showed you that you could be."

"No…"

He slammed his plate down onto the table, nearly broke it. He was smirking, but his eyes were on fire. "Bullshit. You loved it. You loved it even more when I called you a whore. I know you did. I could feel it. Loosened right up when I called you a whore. Almost blew your load, for Chrissake." He went back to his food. "You're lying if you're telling me you didn't love it. Lying right to my face. That ain’t behavior fit for a boy who came in my mouth not two hours ago."

I said nothing. I couldn't argue with him – he was the one who’d been inside of me, directing my deepest sensations with a mind far clearer and more composed than mine had been. He knew what he knew, and there was nothing I could do to convince him otherwise. Lying would only deepen my disgrace.

He finished his plate with some measure of satisfaction and commenced with licking the grease from his fingers. He watched me while he did it. "I can't believe you're not hungry," was all he said.

"I just want my clothes. I did what you asked – that and then some. We're done.” Even as I said it, I felt a deep pang of regret, of guilt – the feeling I get when I lie to someone’s face. “I want my clothes; then I'm leaving."

"We're not done."

"But we've – "

"You remember the deal. I forget about that nasty speeding ticket, and you give me one weekend. I get to do whatever I want with you. You said it, not me – ‘whatever you want, sir.’ It's only Saturday. I've got your smooth ass here all to myself until midnight tomorrow night, and you're not leaving a minute before."

I glared at him. "You can't keep me here."

He shrugged, smirking, the muscles of his huge shoulders rippling. "You're right, I can't. It’s against the law. That being the case, you're more than welcome to leave." He gestured towards the front of the house with a big, hairy hand. "You can walk right on out that door any time you want to – but you're doing it naked. That'd be a sight for the neighbors, wouldn't it?" He laughed. "Thing is, you're not gonna do that. You know why? Cause you're a pussy. A soft, pretty pussy with a pretty pink dick. And I should know."

I ignored the sinking feeling in my gut, the feeling of being seen straight through. "Bullshit," I spat, on the defense. "You made me park a block away. You made sure no one saw me come in here. It’s noon, on a damned Saturday. If I walk out there, your neighbors will see me alright – they'll see a naked college kid walking out of your house. I'll try to look dignified, but I don't think I'll be able to cover up this waddle –"

He was on me before I could gasp. The table flipped away from my lap, the chair leaped out from under me, and he was suddenly pinning me to the wall with one huge forearm, his face an inch from mine, eyes wild. "Don't you get smart with me, boy. You try to leave now, that speeding ticket of yours is gonna get upgraded to a felony arrest warrant. You’ll never get away from it, not for years. Don't think I can do it?" His hand appeared at my nipple, and he squeezed harder than he'd ever done it before. There was no tenderness in it, no sympathy, and I cursed shrilly. I felt tears tickling the corners of my eyes. “You whiny bitch,” he breathed, teeth bared. “You think that was rape? I seen rape. It’s messy and it’s bloody and the fucker getting fucked definitely does not ask for more, and he definitely does not blow his load at the end. What we had was a conversation.”

"Fuck you."

He laughed heartily in my face, and his hand left my peck. "That'd be the day! In your wet dreams, boy. Fuck you."

He pulled away from me, leaving me flat against the wall, naked and trembling and exhilarated. I cursed the tears that ran down my face, cursed my dick even more – it was hard as a rock again, pointing directly at him like an accusatory finger. It had left a wet spot on his pajamas.

He saw it – how could he not – and smiled tenderly, the anger draining from him like water. "Like I said, buddy. You're a fucking liar." His fingers tapped my balls once, twice, awakening a dull ache in them. "Now clean this mess up."

“What?”

“Remember – your ass is mine. I want that ass to clean this mess up.”
He went to the counter, grabbed a roll of paper towels, tossed them at me. I managed to catch them without losing too much face. I went about righting the turned table, my nakedness gleaming in my mind, but no longer the most important thing. I could only do what he told me. It was easier, at the moment. What else could I do?

He meandered into the living room, where he leaned against the sofa – the same sofa he’d ravaged me upon the night before. He crossed his arms, watching me work, mustache twitching.

It took me more than a few minutes to finish. One of the plates had broken on the floor, and there was bacon grease on the wall. I never lost my damned erection. I tried to tell myself that having his eyes on me was awful, disgusting – but knowing he was watching my hard dick bounce around as I moved the chairs back to the table, watching my asshole stretch wide as I squatted and bent and swept up the shards of broken plate – it kept me hard, kept me blushing, kept my mind wandering back to the way his mammoth cock had felt sliding into me.

His eyes never left my body as he strolled into the kitchen to check the tiles. I couldn't look him in the face, so I kept my gaze low. His dick was poking forward, hard and huge, making a tent of his pajama bottoms as it bounced with his step. “Good job. Nothing half-assed about it.” He moved in next to me. I tensed, not knowing if I was feeling scared or excited at the prospect of him touching my skin.

I didn’t find out just then. “C’mere,” he said, stepping away. “Follow me. Don’t worry - I ain't mad.”

I trailed him back to the bedroom, though my eyes did rest on the front door as we passed through the living area, noticing in a clinical way that both latches were locked. I was excited, my adrenaline pumping – but it wasn’t at the prospect of escaping him, I realized. I was trying not to accept it, but I wanted him to fuck me again. Wanted it so badly my stomach was tensing up, making me feel a little queasy. I could practically taste it.

We entered the bedroom, but he didn’t lead me to the bed. He gestured towards the open bathroom, a pristine room with baby blue walls and a pair of wadded up boxers crumpled in the corner beside a large walk-in shower. “Time to clean up,” he said absently.

I looked into the bathroom, looked at him. He stood in the doorway, unmoving, taking up half of it. “Go on – get in there.” I moved in, squeezing by him. It was impossible not to rub the length of my naked torso against his clothed body, impossible not to graze his thigh with my raging erection. I was nearly there…

He leaned into me suddenly, pinning me against the threshold with the weight of his muscles. One hand clamped down on the small of my back while the other wrapped itself around my cock, tight and proper. I didn’t move, my gaze fixated on my hard cock in his fist. He wasn’t pleasing it – he was claiming it.

He began to milk me ever so slightly, cruelly subtle, bringing me to a painful solidity. My breathing became heavy. The hand at my back moved down, squeezing my clenching cheeks slowly, one at a time, before his thick thumb entered the sweaty cleft, pushing into the pliant valley of my ass.

I shuttered in his grasp as my hole opened to him, seemingly of its own volition. My body knew what it wanted – either that, or it was sheer muscle memory. Either way his thumb entered me, and I felt him smile when I gasped softly.

His other hand left my hard dick and ran roughly up my stomach, past my chest, and grabbed my jaw, palm resting on my throat. I grunted in surprise when two of his fingers entered my mouth, pushing past my teeth much as his thumb was doing down below, fucking my lips with his digits. I found myself sucking on them as his thumb pushed deeper, and the bloom swelled into existence deep inside my bowels…

“That’s what I thought,” he said, his deep voice reverberating at my ear. “Now I’ve gotta wash some sheets – and these pajamas, thanks to you. You’re gonna go in here, and you’re gonna take a nice long shit. I can feel it in there.” He jerked his thumb around in my ass, and I could indeed feel a load inside of me. “Best you get rid of that before you hop in the shower. Make sure you wash thing out too, make it nice and clean for me. I want to be able to eat off it, right? You don’t want to miss that, believe me. Now go on.”

He pulled his thumb out of my ass and slapped it hard. I stumbled through the threshold, flesh reeling as he left me there in the doorway, my body aching for more. “Matches are on the sink, sweet cheeks,” he chirped. I glared at him and dared to slam the door, cutting off his quick laugh.

[to be continued]

 

[Discostew]

Even the lack of his presence felt dirty and stimulating to me as I took in the master bathroom. I slid aside the frosted glass door and stepped into the giant walk-in shower, white and gleaming with one small, glazed window at the ceiling. A bench of white tile jutted out of the wall across from the showerhead. Some of his black pubic hair was stuck in the drain, but that was the only thing marring it. I turned the water on hot, and left it to warm up.

My ass was loose when I sat down on the cold toilet, and the load practically dropped out of me all at once. I heard him clearing the sheets of the bed in the other room, heard him crank up some classic rock tune on the stereo that drowned out the rest of his movement. When I was finished, I took care to light a match.

The water was perfectly hot when I got into the shower. The room was filling with a floating steam. The torrent washed over my skin in a stinging wave, cleansing me head to toe of the sweat and grime of the last twenty-four hours. I took the soap and lathered my body, taking extra care to polish my ass inside and out, bubbly foam stinging me sharply in deep places. I tested my soapy hole, pushed my fingers into it. It was still loose, still receptive. I made sure of it.

I was nearly finished when the bathroom door opened, the blasting rock abruptly pouring in, reverberating off the walls. I could see his body through the frosted glass, blurred beyond all detail but not distorted in form. He was naked. I could make out his tanned skin, the V of dark hair that blazed down his torso. He sniffed deeply, and I could practically see his upper half expand. “Smells fine in here, boy. Glad you lit that match. Gotta keep my appetite healthy.”

I said nothing, opening my ass and washing the soapy water from it, hoping I’d be done before he got in.

He strode up to the frosted glass, his form slowly coming into semi-focus. The door slid open, and the full fleshy glory of his body came into view. His dick was a massive spear of an erection, pointed straight at my own crotch from a bed of dark pubic hair. He smirked as I stood there under the torrent, not looking him in the eye, my hands clasped in front of me. My own dick twitched when he slammed the door shut.

“Bring yourself on over here.”

I edged towards him. He grabbed my dick when I got close enough, then presented me to the glass. “Press yourself up against this. Go on.”
No sooner had I pressed my body against the cold glass than his strong hands appeared at my ass cheeks, pulling them towards his hips, spreading them wide as the hot steam washed over their cleft. The head of his cock pressed into the hairy ring of soft flesh that rimmed my asshole. He pushed into the bud of it without warning, testing my body.

I opened to him easily, the only lubrication being the soapy water he’d slathered across his dick and the soap I’d pushed into it earlier. I worked my swollen ass muscles, softening myself as he pushed, until more than half of his cock was suddenly, deliciously inside of me. I panted, moaned into my forearm, eyes shut.

“That’s a good fucking boy,” he growled. One of his hands slid across my hip to grasp at my dick, which had become quite hard. He pushed it down at the floor, released it to spring back and forth like a spin top, a toy he was excited to own. “Good fucking boy.”

He pushed in further, and I kept myself loose, relishing every inch of meat he pushed past my barely clenching sphincter. I didn’t want him getting rough again – not when it was feeling this good. All too soon, the bulging head of his cock was burrowing into the sweet spot just above my balls, at the base of my dick, where he let it sit, building the pressure inside of me, awakening my juices whether I wanted them flowing or not.

“Uhnn,” I grunted breathlessly – and then I knew what to say next, knew how to make him happy with me. “That’s it, sir. That’s the spot.”

He grunted in return. His hands snaked around my sides and closed around my flat, heaving stomach, pulling me away from the cold glass and into his hot, throbbing embrace. I wrapped my hands over his fingers and tilted my head back to meet his, my eyes closed. He kissed me deeply, bullying his tongue into my mouth. One of his hands went to my cock, squeezed it hard. “You’re doing real good now, baby. Much better than this morning.” He slid his dick out of my ass just an inch or two. I puckered just enough to milk him slightly, then pushed out as he pushed in again. We repeated this process slowly, sensually, as he breathed hot into my mouth, hands gripping my taught stomach as I shuddered in his grasp.

“You’re taking it like a fucking champ, boy. I taught you good, didn’t I?”

“Yeah daddy,” I breathed. The words weren’t calculated this time. I was in heaven. He was filling me up, and I was becoming lost in the sensation all over again. “I fucking love this.”

He pulled out of me quite suddenly. I nearly fell, caught myself on the glass. I turned, unsure of his mood.

He stood under the steaming water, grinning broadly, his massive cock swinging freely, hard as a rock. “You almost made me come, you dirty little bitch.”

I shrugged. My ass was aching, swollen, yearning for more. It was all I could do to keep from shoving a couple of my own fingers into it. He must have seen it on my face. “Don’t worry. Get on over to that bench.”

I did as I was told. I sat on the tiled bench just under the hot torrent of water, reveling in his good mood. He reached out of the shower stall and came back with a thick, folded towel. He laid it in the bench next to me and took me by the shoulders. “Lay down with your shoulders on the towel.” I did this as well, trusting he had my own best interests in mind. He was in such a good mood, after all.

I lay on the hard bench long ways, my feet at the other end of it. I pulled one knee up, hoping it made my slender hips look inviting. He towered over me, one hand on his hard cock, unmoving, while the other roamed lazily over my stomach, my chest, my thick thighs. “I’ll show you, boy.”

“Show me what?”

“I’ll show you I ain’t no rapist. I’m here to teach you. Tell me something – did your ass ever feel as good as it felt just now with me inside it?”

I couldn’t lie. “No. Of course not.”

“Sure didn’t. Here – I’ll make a bet with you. I bet I can make you come like a race horse without ever touching your dick.”

I grinned at him, my brain suddenly ablaze. “What are we betting?”

“Well, if I make you come just by using your ass, then I get to tie you up tonight.”

I gulped. “Sure thing.”

He took my thighs into his hands, pushing my legs into the air, lifting my ass off the bench. He slid onto the bench below me, still pushing. My entire bottom half was in the air before long, my shoulders supporting me on the soft, wet towel. My raging hard dick was slowly thrust into my face from above, oozing precum. My ass was sticking straight into the air, soaking in hot steam as his hands gripped my thick buttocks, spreading them slowly, with relish. I could feel his breath on my open hole as he spoke. “Ain’t you gonna name your own terms?”

“For what?” I breathed, my sight consumed by my own bent body. I could only see a sliver of the ceiling past my hanging genitalia, just over the hump of my taint.

He laughed, squeezing. His face appeared above me, between my looming thighs. “If I don’t make you come without touching your dick. What do you get? I’ll be a good sport about it.” He grinned, obviously playing the part. He didn’t think he’d loose. He was quite confident, I realized. The blaze in my brain coalesced into a plan.

“If I win, I get to tie you up,” I said, not allowing myself to think about it, not allowing myself to chicken out. I smiled awkwardly from my awkward position. “Fair’s fair?”

He laughed again, slapped my stretched ass. “That’ll be the day, boy. Fine. Fair’s fair. It’s on.” With that, he went to work, his head disappearing behind my taint while the wide hands on my ass bent my body even more, pushing my dick into my face. I grunted, gripped the tile as I could.

His hot tongue appeared at the base of my spine. He began to lick up the dimples at the small of my back, coming closer to my split cheeks each time. It darted in and out of my crack once, twice, teasing me just a bit before slowly working its way over the hump and into the soft flesh between my trembling slabs of ass.

His stubbly cheeks grazed and tickled the inside of my ass when he shoved his face into it, the long hairs of his chin scraping at the base of my crack. His furrowed brow appeared above my fuzzy, swollen taint, eyes furrowed and piercing. His nose rested on my taint and he inhaled deeply, grunting as his tongue burrowed into my helpless hole.

His bulging jaw, sucking lips, and strong tongue allowed no resistance. I opened to him, gasping softly as his hands spread my ass cheeks even wider. He was munching like a pig at a trough, watching my open-mouthed facial expressions as they rippled between my upturned thighs. I couldn’t keep my mouth shut, couldn’t keep the choked moans from escaping my throat. His tongue…

Its thickness darted into my squirming hole with a perfect rhythm, spare air farting out wetly between the cheeks of his face and the cheeks of my ass with each plunge he took. His bald head bobbed up and down, back and forth, ravaging my defenseless ass mercilessly. My hands were grasping his hands while they grasped my ass cheeks, trying in vain to spread myself open even further. God, I wanted his entire head in there.

One of his hands slid from beneath mine and went immediately to my taint, where he kneaded it, squeezed it gently between his thick fingers. I moaned quite loudly then, clenching my ass around his tongue. My dick suddenly felt fit to burst – one touch, and I knew it would. But that wasn’t part of the bet.

His mouth roamed sloppily up this inside of my ass until it closed hotly around my taint. I grunted, gasped. His chin hairs pushed into my delicate, wet ass as he enjoyed his new meal. He was grinning as he devoured my taint, lips undulating over the sensitive flesh, tongue digging into the stretched base of my dick every which way as I jerked impotently beneath him. One hand still gripped an ass cheek, but the other pushed beneath my thighs, across my stomach, and wrapped itself around my trunk, pulling my body up into his mouth.

I moaned. He grunted. This went on for some time, how long I couldn’t say. I was lost in the gyrating wet muscle that was his maw. He was lost in my ass, alternating from pulsing taint to swollen hole in equal measure, enjoying every filthy second of it, judging by the gleeful expression on his face.

He pulled away eventually, leaving my taint sore and throbbing, my ass loose and quivering. His hand left my ass cheek, and two fingers pushed their way into my ass with the same rhythm his tongue had had, pumping my prostate while he grinned down at me. “Bet you loved that, huh boy?”

I couldn’t even nod, still folded helplessly over his forearm, squealing softly as his fingers invaded my bowels.

“Not near as much as I did, I bet. That ass…” His fingers were pushing around inside of me, searching for my engorged prostate, brushing it lightly more often than not. My legs were twitching, my balls were tightening, and my dick was so swollen it hurt. It was all I could to keep from coming all over my own face. I knew I couldn’t hold out for even another few strokes. His brow was furrowed in concentration. Luckily, he couldn’t tell how close I was. “Come on, boy…”
“Fuck me,” I breathed. “Please fuck me.”

Thankfully, his kneading paused as he considered this. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

“Hell yeah, sir. Fuck me – I want it so bad.” It was true enough.

He didn’t think too hard about it, fortunately. His fingers left my ass, and he mounted the tiled bench, towering above me like a chiseled, furry god, stroking his erect manhood. He bent his knees as his drooling, mammoth cock flopped down onto my defenseless asshole. “I bet I won’t get two inches in before you spurt,” he growled.

I only opened my asshole to him, never breaking his gaze. He took the hint, grinning, and held his cock straight down as he lowered his body into mine. My ass was already loose and wanting from the last half hour his mouth had spent preparing it. His cock slid into me easily, all nine inches of it, pushing against my swollen prostate as my hole gulped its girth. He grunted happily as I moaned – a bit louder than I thought I might, but it was mostly for show, anyway. Mostly.

He began to fuck me deeply, squatting and rising, hands wrapped around the undersides my thick thighs. “Come on, boy. Shoot that fucking load. I know you’re close, fucker.”

I just groaned, grabbing his ankles as he drilled into me. This seemed to anger him, and his fucking suddenly became ramming. My ass was pushed to its limit, and all I could do was leave myself as loose and open as I possibly could, pushing out against the storm of his fucking. One clench, and he would injure me, I knew. The painful, delicious, world-shattering stabbing he was giving me was tinted with real fear, a thrill I’d never experienced. My dick bulged, but still I refused to come, willing my inflated balls to stay shut.

He slapped my thigh, hard. “Fuck you, boy!”

“Yeah daddy!” I squealed between whining gasps.

That was all it took. He exploded hot and wet inside of me, a river of cum pouring out of my pulsing ass and down my taint, trickling over my face as he rammed into me. He roared in sweet rage, slapped my ass harder than he’d ever done before. I was practically numb to it after the fucking he’d given me.

He slid out of me like a massive eel. I felt hot cum rush out of my hole in a long trickle, loose and sloppy. He hopped off the bench, and hit the tiled wall beneath the shower head with his open hand. He stayed there, facing away from me, as the water washed over his reddened skin, slickening his heaving, tautly muscled back.

I unfolded myself slowly, carefully, noticing new bruises and new aches as I did. My gaze never left him. He had a fantastic body, whatever mixed feelings I had about him. His ass was only lightly hairy, with a perfect patch of light fuzz at the small of his back. His shoulders were broad, waist narrow, ass cheeks round and bulging. My dick was still hard. I was craving him in the most delicious of ways.
He turned abruptly, crossed the stall to stand over me. “Guess you fuckin won, boy,” he said, his face expressionless as his eyes bore into mine.

I gulped, grinned shyly. “You were fantastic – it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done,” I said truthfully.

He slapped my face. Not hard, but hard enough. I barely had time to register it before his big hand closed around my dick and jerked me off. So swollen and engorged was I that, two vicious yanks later, I squirmed, squealed, and spurted through his clenching fingers and into the air.

It landed on my heaving stomach, but his hand didn’t let up. He kept going, milking me deeply, sneering down at me. The hypersensitivity that came with post-climax enveloped my dick, and his kneading fingers were testing it, pulling out every last squeal and squirm as my body gyrated beneath him. It was too much to take. I tried to push his hand away, but he batted my arms aside and held my wrists above my head. I didn’t dare try to force him away.

“So you won. That’s fine.” He jerked my nearly limp dick painfully. “You get to tie me up, you little pervert. Fair’s fair. But that’s later. We still have hours before we go to bed. And you’re gonna regret this little game. Or fuck that – you might not. You haven’t regretted a single thing up ‘till now, have you?” Drool was glistening at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes… “You little fucking whore…”

His fingers closed around my nipple, and he twisted it. Hard.

[to be continued]

 

[rocabar]

Well written, DiscoStew!

 

[deanouk]

omg this is fantastic please keep it going -