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Jay had no idea how the night would turn out when he walked into the bar that evening, and once he saw the interior, he wanted to leave. In his mind, gay bars were always elegant and hip, clean and cool. This place was just an ordinary run-of-the-mill dive bar. An old man in a leather vest (with no shirt) and a black cap glanced at him when he walked in. A large woman sat at the far end. She looked like a permanent part of the place, like the pool table or the jukebox. A small pride flag was all that hung amongst the decor that would indicate the place was even on the gay bar map. Despite his desire to turn around and walk out, Jay sat at the bar and decided to have a drink. Just one.
"Hi," he said to the ancient bartender, "Johnnie on the rocks, please". The bartender, who weighed about as much as any bottle behind the bar, gave a faint, tired smile and with his bony, veiny hands, reached for a rocks glass, filled it with ice, and poured Jay a generous glass.
"Johnnie...huh. Mind if I ask you a question?" a voice came from some distance behind him. Jay turned around.
"Sorry?"
At a small table sat an older man, handsome but strange, like a moderately successful rock musician whom no one has heard of but made enough to live off his music. A blue coat hung off him like a coatrack and he had a scarf around his neck, even though it was August and the summer was in full effect. He had tinted sunglasses on in one of the darkest bars in the city and more jewellery than Jay had seen on a man before. Another man was sitting with him, also good-looking, but much less distinguished.
"Don't be sorry. I just heard you order a Johnnie red and so I assume you like Scotch. Why not try a good one?"
"Oh, uh. I'm not sure. I just usually order it because I don't know what else to order and I like it enough, so..."
The man glided up to the bar with a swift grace and suddenly was leaning close to Jay and motioned to the bartender. He was lime and spice scented.
"Jackie... take this back. Give him a Pultney s*******n, splash of water." The bartender smiled again and remained silent but pulled back the glass from Jay and reached up for a bottle on the top shelf with some difficulty.
"You'll like this," the mysterious man said to Jay. "It's smooth but powerful. A sweet Scotch with a big punch. Really makes you feel good. What's your name?"
"Jay."
"I haven't seen you here before. Why is that?"
"I dunno. I guess I've never been in here before."
"How old are you, Jay?"
"Twenty nine."
The man gave a warm rumble with his throat. Jackie placed a nice glass of Scotch in front of Jay, who felt awkward and at a loss for words. The man in the blue coat told him that it was his treat and that he should learn to enjoy the finer things in life. "You never know when it might be your last sip, so enjoy the fuck out of it while you got it. And there are no strings here. Just like to welcome new people and introduce them to good whisky." And then he returned to his table and his friend.
Jay enjoyed his drink but didn't feel he had a connection to anything or anyone else in the bar so when he was finished, he put a few dollars on the bar and went to thank the man. They shook hands and Jay told him he appreciated the drink, but the man only smiled back at him. He said nothing. Not even a "you're welcome". His grip was strong and Jay felt it still in his hand as he walked up the street.
He went to another bar a few blocks away; a modern place with lots of design and no soul. He ordered a whisky he'd never heard of and the young bartender poured him a small glass and asked for thirty two dollars. That's what he gets for not knowing what the hell he's doing, he figured, and reluctantly paid and tipped for his tiny drink. He couldn't shake the appeal of the mystery man back at the other bar. Who was he and why did he hang out at a place like that?
Jay finished his Scotch and headed back to the first bar, his heart pounding, nervous and excited. He wondered if the man would still be there and if he was, what would he say?
It turned out, he didn't need to say much. The man's companion was gone and when Jay walked in he was motioned over to the table with a big, noisy wave of a jewellery-stacked wrist.
"You missed me, didn't you?" he said.
"I guess so. Will you tell me your name?" Jay asked.
"Names aren't important, but if you want to call me something, you can call me Mister Parker. Sit down."
Jay was completely drawn in but there was still such a strange and slightly creepy feeling to this guy that he just couldn't quite get over. He sat anyway and was shocked by the bold, mostly one-sided conversation that was about to take place. Parker put his hand on top of Jay's as he spoke.
"I don't know what you're into, but I do know that you came in here for a reason tonight. It wasn't by accident, am I right?" Jay nodded in agreement. "You're a good-looking k** and I'm a lot older than you but I'm guessing by the look of you that you haven't really slept with a man before, is that right? Maybe a little grab-ass in college. A visit to an adult bookstore, but...you're new to this, aren't you?"
Jay's cheeks were flush. He didn't know how to answer except to agree, as Parker was spot on. "I don't even know what I like yet."
"Sure you do. Sure you do. And if you come with me, I have a place right around the corner, I'll show you something you'll really like. If you don't like it, you don't have to stay. But no one ever leaves unhappy, know what I mean? What do you think? Do you want to try? I can tell by the bulge in your pants that you want to try."
Without noticing, Parker had slipped his hand between Jay's thighs and was lightly massaging his crotch, bringing Jay's cock to attention.
"Yeah. Sure."
"Say 'yes, sir, I want to try, please'...just like that."
"Yes sir, I want to try, please."
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Mister Parker's flat was dark and colourful, like a gypsy caravan with lamps d****d by vivid fabrics, exotic wall-hangings and an overwhelming scent of incense. The couch was huge and d****d with silks and throws and it wasn't until Parker told him to "make himself comfortable" that Jay realised it was a studio. This was the only room in the place. Jay took off his shoes and sat on the edge of the couch while his host produced a small joint.
"Just one hit," he said. "I'm not sure how much you can handle. It's good stuff."
Jay was no stranger to weed and gladly obliged, hoping to take the edge off. Within a few minutes, his whole body melted into the sofa and he wanted to take everything off. Soon Parker and Jay were in their underwear on the couch making out. The man was sinewy and fit with several tattoos on his arms and back. He had long fingers with thick knuckles and they were exploring Jay's legs, which began to part.
A finger slid under the elastic of the leg hole and deep into Jay's ass cheeks. It was already wet somehow and Mister Parker shoved a finger inside of Jay, who grunted.
"Relax. You're tight. You need to be loose for what I'm going to give you."
Jay tried to take his mind off the slightly uncomfortable finger probing his hole and focused on the kissing, which was much more pleasurable than he would have imagined. His cock began to grow.
Parker's hands gripped Jay by the hips and pulled off his shorts, exposing his cock and balls, and flipped him onto his knees. Jay's head was swimming and he gave himself up. His ass poked up into the air, his back dipped. Parker spread Jay's legs and grabbed Jay's dangling balls with one hand and pulled his cock with the other. Jay could have come right then and there, had he not been warned against it.
"I'll tell you when to come."
Then a scratchy, wet and warm sensation washed over Jay's asshole. It was all at once tickling and burning from Parker's stubble. He felt Parker's tongue pushing inside him and his entire ass was wet and becoming warm. A tingle ran down his balls into his cock. He felt like he was going to leak with cum and perhaps never stop. Having his asshole eaten, he quickly learned, was one of the greatest pleasures in life. The longer Parker shoved his face into Jay's ass, the looser and wetter his hole became. Even the rawness of the skin from Parker's stubble was becoming enjoyable. Jay began to moan, "Fuuuuckk. Fuuuuukkk."
Parker alternated between his tongue and his fingers and soon there were four fingers inside Jay's ass. Parker had slid underneath Jay's open legs, like a mechanic examining a Chevy and, with half of a hand still probing an ever-loosing rectum, he licked the tip of Jay's cock.
Jay wasn't sure what he was doing, but he felt like he was coming through his own ass. The man was rolling his fingers along Jay's prostate and letting the milk run down his tongue and into his throat. Each time Jay felt the flick of a tongue on his shaft he thought he might collapse. He was already exhausted, felt like he'd come five times, had weak knees, and still hadn't even had an orgasm!
With a slightly abrupt and thick, sloppy extraction, Parker yanked his fingers out of Jay's hole and grabbed his asscheeks, pressing on them and driving Jay's hard cock deep into the warm mouth below him. Parker held him like that and Jay felt his dick at the back of the man's throat, bending slightly and making it uncomfortable to the point where his dick began to soften a bit, at which point it slid even further down and started to feel good again.
With the same abrupt motion, he pulled Jay's cock out of his throat with a thick coating of saliva and wiped it up Jay's balls and smeared it over his ass.
"Now, you're going to want this. You're going to want this very much. And you are going to beg me for it."
"Beg you for what?" Jay asked out of pure ignorance.
Parker got up off the couch and, like a rockstar, pulled down his shorts with pride, springing forth a thick sausage that was wrapped all the way up past the tip, with a puckered clump of foreskin at the end of it. It curved to the left and had five or six huge veins wrapped around it. Jay pulled back the foreskin with a hand and out popped a shiny fat pink head, glistening with precum. Though he had limited experience, he'd seen enough porn to know that cocks like these were rare. He lunged at it, dying to get a taste, but was shocked to feel resistance around his shoulders and neck.
"No, no. From now on, you ask. You ask for everything. Now...what do you want?"
"I want to suck your cock."
"Is that how you ask?" Parker looked at him sternly and Jay realized things were going to get serious. He was game.
"May I please suck your cock?"
No response.
"Mister Parker, please, sir, I want to suck your cock. So bad. Please." Jay felt stupid, but he wanted to suck that damn cock. He couldn't manage to make it sound genuine, he thought, but it apparently worked.
"Good boy."
The thing was huge, but Jay was going to try his best to get as much of it as he could. There was a sour and musty smell once he got close, but he sucked it up, cleaning off the precum with his tongue.
"That's a good boy..."
It was salty and thick and his foreskin was like a soft cushion around a very rigid network of veins and muscle, pulsing in his mouth. Parker grabbed the back of his head and pulled Jay's skull tighter onto his cock, making him gag and pulling away just before things got bad. Jay gasped and choked for air, but wanted more. He felt resistance.
"Please, Mister Parker...I want more."
With a violent thrust he shoved his cock into Jay's mouth again and hard and deep to the back of his throat. Jay was fighting it with his tongue.
"Don't fight. Relax!" Parker said, and Jay choked again on the huge cock in his mouth. He coughed thick saliva that sagged off his chin. Parker pulled his dick out of Jay's mouth and slapped him on the face with it. Jay tried to keep up and put his tongue out, begging for the cock but it slammed his tongue into his teeth. It hurt. And he still wanted more of it. He reached down for his own cock but Parker pulled his arm away.
"You'll cum. I'm not going to let you cum until I want you to cum." Parker shoved his hands into Jay's mouth and dug out a coating of slick gooey spit and slapped it onto Jay's ass. He turned Jay around and ran his fingers up and down to make sure the hole was still good and loose. He spanked Jay's ass with a wet, loud bang: cock against hole. Then he smacked it again. And again. And again. It started to sting and Jay's asshole was going numb. It was as if the man was knocking. Slap. Slap. Slap. "When is he gonna fuck me?" Jay wondered. A thumb went into Jay's ass and pulled down. He felt the tip of Parker's cock smacking his wet hole.
"I can do this all night..." Parker said, sounding bored.
"Are you going to fuck me?"
No answer.
"Fuck me please, Mr. Parker."
Slap. Slap. Slap. Cock on asshole.
"Please fuck me!"
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Jay was frustrated. He wanted his hole to be filled. He had totally submitted. He yelled, not out of anger, but desperation. Through gritted teeth and with heavy breaths: "Fuck me. Fuck me. I need you to fuck me with that cock. Fuck me please. Please, Please! Fuck me!!!"
Before he was finished begging a searing pain shot through the core of his ass. He yelled from the pain and had trouble keeping his breath. It hurt way more than he thought it would after having his hole worked so much. His cock went limp from the pain. Parker showed no mercy and took what he wanted. Suddenly this wasn't the sexy moment Jay had been feeling before and he was afraid it was going to turn into a nightmare.
But as quickly as the pain shot through the inner rings of his asshole, they relaxed and gave way. He felt warm and could feel the sensation of a huge cock finding it's way deep inside him. His cock began to harden again and his moans of pain gave way to moans of pleasure. HIs breathing returned to normal and he breathed into the fucking he was getting. In and out, in and out.
Jay reached between his legs to feel the girth of the cock inside him. He split his fingers like a "V" and felt the thick shaft penetrate him, deep, balls to balls. Parker pulled out and Jay removed his hand just as he felt the head slide through his fingers. Parker slapped his cock on Jay's hole.
"Beautiful. You should see it. Do you want me to keep fucking you?"
"Yes. Fuck yes. Fuck me please, sir. Please keep fucking me."
And he did. Parker fucked Jay until Jay couldn't feel his asshole, just the pressure inside of him and the slight discomfort of Parker's huge head pressing deep inside his colon when he went as far as he could. Occasionally Jay would reach for his cock and his hand would get pulled aggressively away. He was reminded, strictly, that he was not to touch his cock. After being turned on his back and getting plowed even more, Jay's eyes rolling back in his head, Parker slowed down and pressed deep inside him. Jay thought he was going to get a deep load. But instead...
"Ok, do you want to cum?"
"Me? Yes I want to cum. Please let me cum. May I?"
"Yes. But put your hands under your back. Don't touch your cock. You'll cum in a few seconds."
"What? I have to jack off to cum."
"Trust me."
Jay did as he was told and Parker pulled him closer to his groin, propping up his ass with a pillow. He pressed his thumb into Jay's taint and applied pressure while he fucked him slowly. It was like a magic button and Jay's cock began to bounce up and down, his tip hitting his stomach and bouncing back up. His cock bobbed and tingled. Parker released his thumb and then with a wild flurry fucked Jay harder than he'd been fucked for the last thirty minutes. Parker began to groan from exhaustion but didn't let up, instead producing a rhythmic pounding and slapping of thigh-to-thigh. Jay groaned. He felt like he was going to piss and suddenly his throbbing, bright red cock exploded with a spurt of cum that went several feet high. Cum flew back and forth, landing on his chest, his face, Parker's chest and everywhere else as his dick flailed in every direction from the deep, hard and fast fucking he was experiencing. Jay screamed with a pleasure he'd never experienced before. Cum kept flying.
When his dick was drained completely, and with his eyes closed, a warm liquid filled this mouth. Jay opened his eyes to see Parker unloading his hot, veiny cock into his open mouth. The cum was salty and thick, meaty and sweet. He swallowed it and his lips stuck together from the jizz.
He couldn't move. He couldn't feel his ass. His dick was still bouncing on its own, like a headless chicken, spastic and throbbing, but useless.
There was cum everywhere, a mix of Jay's and Parkers. The cum and the incense, the sweat and the spit...Jay lay motionless in the stranger's apartment, having just experienced something he'd never had before and would probably spend his whole life chasing again.
"I told you you'd enjoy it." Parker said, tapping him on his sore balls, making Jay twitch.
"Stick around if you want. I'd really like to suck your cock again," Parker said as he slipped on a silk Asian robe. "I usually need about half an hour. You'll be ready then too. The second cum won't be quite as powerful but it will feel just as good. What do you think? Are you down?"
"Hi," he said to the ancient bartender, "Johnnie on the rocks, please". The bartender, who weighed about as much as any bottle behind the bar, gave a faint, tired smile and with his bony, veiny hands, reached for a rocks glass, filled it with ice, and poured Jay a generous glass.
"Johnnie...huh. Mind if I ask you a question?" a voice came from some distance behind him. Jay turned around.
"Sorry?"
At a small table sat an older man, handsome but strange, like a moderately successful rock musician whom no one has heard of but made enough to live off his music. A blue coat hung off him like a coatrack and he had a scarf around his neck, even though it was August and the summer was in full effect. He had tinted sunglasses on in one of the darkest bars in the city and more jewellery than Jay had seen on a man before. Another man was sitting with him, also good-looking, but much less distinguished.
"Don't be sorry. I just heard you order a Johnnie red and so I assume you like Scotch. Why not try a good one?"
"Oh, uh. I'm not sure. I just usually order it because I don't know what else to order and I like it enough, so..."
The man glided up to the bar with a swift grace and suddenly was leaning close to Jay and motioned to the bartender. He was lime and spice scented.
"Jackie... take this back. Give him a Pultney s*******n, splash of water." The bartender smiled again and remained silent but pulled back the glass from Jay and reached up for a bottle on the top shelf with some difficulty.
"You'll like this," the mysterious man said to Jay. "It's smooth but powerful. A sweet Scotch with a big punch. Really makes you feel good. What's your name?"
"Jay."
"I haven't seen you here before. Why is that?"
"I dunno. I guess I've never been in here before."
"How old are you, Jay?"
"Twenty nine."
The man gave a warm rumble with his throat. Jackie placed a nice glass of Scotch in front of Jay, who felt awkward and at a loss for words. The man in the blue coat told him that it was his treat and that he should learn to enjoy the finer things in life. "You never know when it might be your last sip, so enjoy the fuck out of it while you got it. And there are no strings here. Just like to welcome new people and introduce them to good whisky." And then he returned to his table and his friend.
Jay enjoyed his drink but didn't feel he had a connection to anything or anyone else in the bar so when he was finished, he put a few dollars on the bar and went to thank the man. They shook hands and Jay told him he appreciated the drink, but the man only smiled back at him. He said nothing. Not even a "you're welcome". His grip was strong and Jay felt it still in his hand as he walked up the street.
He went to another bar a few blocks away; a modern place with lots of design and no soul. He ordered a whisky he'd never heard of and the young bartender poured him a small glass and asked for thirty two dollars. That's what he gets for not knowing what the hell he's doing, he figured, and reluctantly paid and tipped for his tiny drink. He couldn't shake the appeal of the mystery man back at the other bar. Who was he and why did he hang out at a place like that?
Jay finished his Scotch and headed back to the first bar, his heart pounding, nervous and excited. He wondered if the man would still be there and if he was, what would he say?
It turned out, he didn't need to say much. The man's companion was gone and when Jay walked in he was motioned over to the table with a big, noisy wave of a jewellery-stacked wrist.
"You missed me, didn't you?" he said.
"I guess so. Will you tell me your name?" Jay asked.
"Names aren't important, but if you want to call me something, you can call me Mister Parker. Sit down."
Jay was completely drawn in but there was still such a strange and slightly creepy feeling to this guy that he just couldn't quite get over. He sat anyway and was shocked by the bold, mostly one-sided conversation that was about to take place. Parker put his hand on top of Jay's as he spoke.
"I don't know what you're into, but I do know that you came in here for a reason tonight. It wasn't by accident, am I right?" Jay nodded in agreement. "You're a good-looking k** and I'm a lot older than you but I'm guessing by the look of you that you haven't really slept with a man before, is that right? Maybe a little grab-ass in college. A visit to an adult bookstore, but...you're new to this, aren't you?"
Jay's cheeks were flush. He didn't know how to answer except to agree, as Parker was spot on. "I don't even know what I like yet."
"Sure you do. Sure you do. And if you come with me, I have a place right around the corner, I'll show you something you'll really like. If you don't like it, you don't have to stay. But no one ever leaves unhappy, know what I mean? What do you think? Do you want to try? I can tell by the bulge in your pants that you want to try."
Without noticing, Parker had slipped his hand between Jay's thighs and was lightly massaging his crotch, bringing Jay's cock to attention.
"Yeah. Sure."
"Say 'yes, sir, I want to try, please'...just like that."
"Yes sir, I want to try, please."
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Mister Parker's flat was dark and colourful, like a gypsy caravan with lamps d****d by vivid fabrics, exotic wall-hangings and an overwhelming scent of incense. The couch was huge and d****d with silks and throws and it wasn't until Parker told him to "make himself comfortable" that Jay realised it was a studio. This was the only room in the place. Jay took off his shoes and sat on the edge of the couch while his host produced a small joint.
"Just one hit," he said. "I'm not sure how much you can handle. It's good stuff."
Jay was no stranger to weed and gladly obliged, hoping to take the edge off. Within a few minutes, his whole body melted into the sofa and he wanted to take everything off. Soon Parker and Jay were in their underwear on the couch making out. The man was sinewy and fit with several tattoos on his arms and back. He had long fingers with thick knuckles and they were exploring Jay's legs, which began to part.
A finger slid under the elastic of the leg hole and deep into Jay's ass cheeks. It was already wet somehow and Mister Parker shoved a finger inside of Jay, who grunted.
"Relax. You're tight. You need to be loose for what I'm going to give you."
Jay tried to take his mind off the slightly uncomfortable finger probing his hole and focused on the kissing, which was much more pleasurable than he would have imagined. His cock began to grow.
Parker's hands gripped Jay by the hips and pulled off his shorts, exposing his cock and balls, and flipped him onto his knees. Jay's head was swimming and he gave himself up. His ass poked up into the air, his back dipped. Parker spread Jay's legs and grabbed Jay's dangling balls with one hand and pulled his cock with the other. Jay could have come right then and there, had he not been warned against it.
"I'll tell you when to come."
Then a scratchy, wet and warm sensation washed over Jay's asshole. It was all at once tickling and burning from Parker's stubble. He felt Parker's tongue pushing inside him and his entire ass was wet and becoming warm. A tingle ran down his balls into his cock. He felt like he was going to leak with cum and perhaps never stop. Having his asshole eaten, he quickly learned, was one of the greatest pleasures in life. The longer Parker shoved his face into Jay's ass, the looser and wetter his hole became. Even the rawness of the skin from Parker's stubble was becoming enjoyable. Jay began to moan, "Fuuuuckk. Fuuuuukkk."
Parker alternated between his tongue and his fingers and soon there were four fingers inside Jay's ass. Parker had slid underneath Jay's open legs, like a mechanic examining a Chevy and, with half of a hand still probing an ever-loosing rectum, he licked the tip of Jay's cock.
Jay wasn't sure what he was doing, but he felt like he was coming through his own ass. The man was rolling his fingers along Jay's prostate and letting the milk run down his tongue and into his throat. Each time Jay felt the flick of a tongue on his shaft he thought he might collapse. He was already exhausted, felt like he'd come five times, had weak knees, and still hadn't even had an orgasm!
With a slightly abrupt and thick, sloppy extraction, Parker yanked his fingers out of Jay's hole and grabbed his asscheeks, pressing on them and driving Jay's hard cock deep into the warm mouth below him. Parker held him like that and Jay felt his dick at the back of the man's throat, bending slightly and making it uncomfortable to the point where his dick began to soften a bit, at which point it slid even further down and started to feel good again.
With the same abrupt motion, he pulled Jay's cock out of his throat with a thick coating of saliva and wiped it up Jay's balls and smeared it over his ass.
"Now, you're going to want this. You're going to want this very much. And you are going to beg me for it."
"Beg you for what?" Jay asked out of pure ignorance.
Parker got up off the couch and, like a rockstar, pulled down his shorts with pride, springing forth a thick sausage that was wrapped all the way up past the tip, with a puckered clump of foreskin at the end of it. It curved to the left and had five or six huge veins wrapped around it. Jay pulled back the foreskin with a hand and out popped a shiny fat pink head, glistening with precum. Though he had limited experience, he'd seen enough porn to know that cocks like these were rare. He lunged at it, dying to get a taste, but was shocked to feel resistance around his shoulders and neck.
"No, no. From now on, you ask. You ask for everything. Now...what do you want?"
"I want to suck your cock."
"Is that how you ask?" Parker looked at him sternly and Jay realized things were going to get serious. He was game.
"May I please suck your cock?"
No response.
"Mister Parker, please, sir, I want to suck your cock. So bad. Please." Jay felt stupid, but he wanted to suck that damn cock. He couldn't manage to make it sound genuine, he thought, but it apparently worked.
"Good boy."
The thing was huge, but Jay was going to try his best to get as much of it as he could. There was a sour and musty smell once he got close, but he sucked it up, cleaning off the precum with his tongue.
"That's a good boy..."
It was salty and thick and his foreskin was like a soft cushion around a very rigid network of veins and muscle, pulsing in his mouth. Parker grabbed the back of his head and pulled Jay's skull tighter onto his cock, making him gag and pulling away just before things got bad. Jay gasped and choked for air, but wanted more. He felt resistance.
"Please, Mister Parker...I want more."
With a violent thrust he shoved his cock into Jay's mouth again and hard and deep to the back of his throat. Jay was fighting it with his tongue.
"Don't fight. Relax!" Parker said, and Jay choked again on the huge cock in his mouth. He coughed thick saliva that sagged off his chin. Parker pulled his dick out of Jay's mouth and slapped him on the face with it. Jay tried to keep up and put his tongue out, begging for the cock but it slammed his tongue into his teeth. It hurt. And he still wanted more of it. He reached down for his own cock but Parker pulled his arm away.
"You'll cum. I'm not going to let you cum until I want you to cum." Parker shoved his hands into Jay's mouth and dug out a coating of slick gooey spit and slapped it onto Jay's ass. He turned Jay around and ran his fingers up and down to make sure the hole was still good and loose. He spanked Jay's ass with a wet, loud bang: cock against hole. Then he smacked it again. And again. And again. It started to sting and Jay's asshole was going numb. It was as if the man was knocking. Slap. Slap. Slap. "When is he gonna fuck me?" Jay wondered. A thumb went into Jay's ass and pulled down. He felt the tip of Parker's cock smacking his wet hole.
"I can do this all night..." Parker said, sounding bored.
"Are you going to fuck me?"
No answer.
"Fuck me please, Mr. Parker."
Slap. Slap. Slap. Cock on asshole.
"Please fuck me!"
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Jay was frustrated. He wanted his hole to be filled. He had totally submitted. He yelled, not out of anger, but desperation. Through gritted teeth and with heavy breaths: "Fuck me. Fuck me. I need you to fuck me with that cock. Fuck me please. Please, Please! Fuck me!!!"
Before he was finished begging a searing pain shot through the core of his ass. He yelled from the pain and had trouble keeping his breath. It hurt way more than he thought it would after having his hole worked so much. His cock went limp from the pain. Parker showed no mercy and took what he wanted. Suddenly this wasn't the sexy moment Jay had been feeling before and he was afraid it was going to turn into a nightmare.
But as quickly as the pain shot through the inner rings of his asshole, they relaxed and gave way. He felt warm and could feel the sensation of a huge cock finding it's way deep inside him. His cock began to harden again and his moans of pain gave way to moans of pleasure. HIs breathing returned to normal and he breathed into the fucking he was getting. In and out, in and out.
Jay reached between his legs to feel the girth of the cock inside him. He split his fingers like a "V" and felt the thick shaft penetrate him, deep, balls to balls. Parker pulled out and Jay removed his hand just as he felt the head slide through his fingers. Parker slapped his cock on Jay's hole.
"Beautiful. You should see it. Do you want me to keep fucking you?"
"Yes. Fuck yes. Fuck me please, sir. Please keep fucking me."
And he did. Parker fucked Jay until Jay couldn't feel his asshole, just the pressure inside of him and the slight discomfort of Parker's huge head pressing deep inside his colon when he went as far as he could. Occasionally Jay would reach for his cock and his hand would get pulled aggressively away. He was reminded, strictly, that he was not to touch his cock. After being turned on his back and getting plowed even more, Jay's eyes rolling back in his head, Parker slowed down and pressed deep inside him. Jay thought he was going to get a deep load. But instead...
"Ok, do you want to cum?"
"Me? Yes I want to cum. Please let me cum. May I?"
"Yes. But put your hands under your back. Don't touch your cock. You'll cum in a few seconds."
"What? I have to jack off to cum."
"Trust me."
Jay did as he was told and Parker pulled him closer to his groin, propping up his ass with a pillow. He pressed his thumb into Jay's taint and applied pressure while he fucked him slowly. It was like a magic button and Jay's cock began to bounce up and down, his tip hitting his stomach and bouncing back up. His cock bobbed and tingled. Parker released his thumb and then with a wild flurry fucked Jay harder than he'd been fucked for the last thirty minutes. Parker began to groan from exhaustion but didn't let up, instead producing a rhythmic pounding and slapping of thigh-to-thigh. Jay groaned. He felt like he was going to piss and suddenly his throbbing, bright red cock exploded with a spurt of cum that went several feet high. Cum flew back and forth, landing on his chest, his face, Parker's chest and everywhere else as his dick flailed in every direction from the deep, hard and fast fucking he was experiencing. Jay screamed with a pleasure he'd never experienced before. Cum kept flying.
When his dick was drained completely, and with his eyes closed, a warm liquid filled this mouth. Jay opened his eyes to see Parker unloading his hot, veiny cock into his open mouth. The cum was salty and thick, meaty and sweet. He swallowed it and his lips stuck together from the jizz.
He couldn't move. He couldn't feel his ass. His dick was still bouncing on its own, like a headless chicken, spastic and throbbing, but useless.
There was cum everywhere, a mix of Jay's and Parkers. The cum and the incense, the sweat and the spit...Jay lay motionless in the stranger's apartment, having just experienced something he'd never had before and would probably spend his whole life chasing again.
"I told you you'd enjoy it." Parker said, tapping him on his sore balls, making Jay twitch.
"Stick around if you want. I'd really like to suck your cock again," Parker said as he slipped on a silk Asian robe. "I usually need about half an hour. You'll be ready then too. The second cum won't be quite as powerful but it will feel just as good. What do you think? Are you down?"
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