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"Well, here's the thing. You know what I'm packing, right?" He said it bluntly, and under any other circumstance it would come off as bravado, but we both knew that we both knew the truth.
I nodded.
"Women are scared. At least, the ones who aren't looking for a huge cock." He took another sip, I followed his example. "See, guys think girls want a huge cock. But they don't. They want a good cock, and more importantly a good lover. A huge cock hurts them. They can't handle it. And the ones who can, usually aren't the ones you want."
I hung on his every word. He talked about his "sexcapades" outside of his work as well as the scenes he's done. We kept drinking and talking, and we became more comfortable with each other. Then, he got bold.
"I mean, honestly. After a while, women get boring. You know?" He looked at me, and I reacted with a shoulder shrug and a nod. "I mean, I like to fuck. I got a big dick. I want to fuck!" He was getting a little animated, but I found it funny. I cracked up, clapping my hands and falling sideways into the sofa for a second.
"Honestly, that's what's cool about guys. You can just fuck, and it's meaningless, and that's it." I nodded. But, then I thought about his words. Was he speaking about the sexual nature of men or was he talking about having sex with men? "And men, we get raw. We get... a****listic!" I nodded, again, not fully understanding, again. "I've never met a girl outside of porn that I can fuck in the ass. Never! But guys..." he trailed off behind the glass he raised to his mouth for another sip.
Now I got it, but I wasn't sure I was on board. I laughed a little, but he just sat there, holding the swig in his mouth enjoying the flavor. Our eyes locked for a long moment. I put my drink down.
"So, wait," I started with a smile, as if to signal that I was on to his nonexistent "joke". "You're saying... you fuck guys?"
"Yeah, of course." He answered so straight forward. His response was almost a question in and of itself, as if he were saying "what of it?" I tried to compose myself a little, but the booze didn't help.
"No, hey, I'm not judging. I'm just surprised is all."
"Why? I'm a sexual person. That's why I do porn. I have the dream job. I get to fuck for money and it's 100% legal." We both laughed. But then he leaned forward and became serious, though still warm and friendly.
"Look. I like to fuck. I don't care who I'm fucking, as long as it is pleasurable to the both of us. If it's a man, if it's a woman it's all the same to me. It's pleasure." I nodded, but he could tell I wasn't exactly understanding. "Look. Think about women. A woman can have sex with men and say that she's straight. And then, she can have a fling, or multiple sexual flings with other women, but no one calls her "gay"... they just accept that she is a woman who had sex with another woman. Right?"
I nodded, this time fully understanding. I had many female friends, even girlfriends who had sexual encounters with other women.
"So why are guys so hung up about having same sex encounters? It's just sex. You feel good for a short period of time, and then you move on with your life. Simple as that." He sat back and took the last sip of his scotch.
I finished mine as well, thinking about his words. He had a point. While I was, and still am not "gay", I would be lying if I said I never had a random thought, fantasy, or sexual dream about another man. Usually, they were met with immediate expulsion from my thoughts, but why?
"I see what you're saying. But, like you said guys are hung up about these things. And, there's a difference between fucking and being fucked. Guys aren't used to being fucked. Generally, we do the fucking." I replied. He smiled widely and nodded.
"True. Very true." Mike stood up. "Another?" He shook his empty glass in front of me while grabbing my also empty glass.
"Sure, I can sneak in some sleep during the seminars tomorrow." I laughed at my joke, Mike just poured the drinks.
"What you said is right. Giving up control is hard, sexually." He finished pouring, walked over and handed me my drink. I grabbed the glass but he didn't yield it right away. We locked eyes. "But when you do, you find a greater pleasure than you've ever experienced." He released the glass. I almost dropped it. The condensation on the glass, I told myself.
We sat in a silence for what felt like minutes, but truly it was maybe a few seconds. He leaned forward again.
"You've never been curious at all?" He asked frankly, looking me straight in the eye. For a moment I felt it: arousal. My cock moved in my pants suddenly. It wasn't erect, but it was getting ready.
"No," I tried to lie cooly. He tilted his head, considering my lie. "I mean, no. Not really." He nodded and sat back. "I mean, I'm not against that stuff. I've even done stuff with girls. You know. Fingers and stuff." I didn't know what I was trying to say or trying to justify. I once let a girlfriend peg me with her strapon, but that was a girl.
"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He replied. "Look, I'm gonna hop in the hot-tub." He stood as he spoke. "You can join me if you like, or you can head back to your room. No offense either way." He turned and began to walk toward the patio, toward the jacuzzi. I looked at the door. I should've left. That would've been the practical thing to do. But, instead I turned and looked at him as he approached the patio.
"I don't have any shorts." I called out. He turned, with a smile on his face.
"And?" He pulled his shirt over his head, kicked off his shoes, and dropped his pants, including his underwear, to his ankles. His beautiful dark skin was silhouetted by the lights of the tub and the surrounding environment. As he raised his leg to step into the boiling water, I was able to see the full shape and figure of his legendary cock. As if in slow motion it hung there and then began to fall into the water.
I couldn't believe it. My cock got hard. How was I supposed to do anything but sit there? If I stood up and left with a hard cock making an attempt to escape my pants he could see it and know I was turned on and afraid. On the other hand, if I entered the jacuzzi with a hard-on that would be the same as saying I'm full go and ready for this. And then it was just then that the thought crossed my mind; WHY am I turned on? This is a man. A strong, physically intimidating, well hung man who fucks for a living. And his naked visage has me horny? He had a point earlier. Do women think the same way before their sexual encounters? Or do they just go in full steam in full confidence of their sexuality?
Two clear options. Get up and walk out the door, turning down the opportunity. Or, get up and enter the hot tub and see what happens. Find out what I'm willing to do. Let myself go.
I stood up. My pants were uncomfortable as I moved. But my direction was clear and my discomfort was short-lived. The clothes fell to the floor and the warmth of the water met my body with a surge of energy. As I sat in the pool, Mike and I met eyes. He said nothing, as if waiting for me to ask for it.
"So how does this work?" Shakingly, I wasn't sure how I mustered the strength to speak first, but there it was. Naked in the water together, all the cards were shown. My heart pounded, my breath shortened waiting for the response. He relished the pause.
"I'm going to fuck you." He finally said. My cock had never been harder. "You're going to suck my cock, I'm going to fuck you, and you'll never touch your own cock." I perked up. At the moment it was already difficult to resist the urge to touch myself, once the act started? How could I? As if he read my mind, he responded, "don't worry, I will keep you from touching your cock."
We sat there looking at one another. No one made any movement. He tilted his head slightly and then spoke. "Say you want it." He said it softly, but directly. "Say you want it, or leave. There can be no grey area here."
And there it was. The moment. I could leave, a virgin in the homosexual sense. Or I could utter the words and give myself over to a man whom I knew had a large cock and would use it on my in an aggressive way. I could hate every minute of it. I could love every second of it. My cock pulsed under the water, almost as if to pull me into the act.
"I want it." The words came out, soft but direct.
"What do you want?" He replied.
"I want your cock. I want to suck your cock. I want you to fuck my ass. I want it." It came out uncontrollably. Suddenly, I was the slut. The words that I've heard uttered by porn sluts were coming out of my mouth... and what was even more frightening, they were true.
Mike reached out and grabbed me by the arm. In one swift motion he pulled me into his grasp so that I was now seated in his lap. He positioned my arms so they crossed my front. It was as if I was a puppet and he was the master. His legs were closed together, hiding his bulge. My legs rested directly above, arched around spooning his. My ass rested right about his crotch. He clutched me tightly, enforcing his control upon the situation.
"Say it again," he whispered into my ear. Although a whisper, it seemed more powerful than a yell, than a command. It was his voice demanding my will.
"I want your cock. I want to suck your cock. I want your cock in my ass." I replied weakly. The shaking in my voice seemed to only excite him. His hips began to thrust slightly against my ass. My hips swung with his. His legs parted slightly, and the excitement within me began to boil. Was I about to feel the legendary cock against my skin?
But no. It did not reveal itself yet. The motion of our hips continued. His hands continued to restrain my arms, but slowly his right hand slackened and slid along the side of my body down to my hip. His hand groped and grabbed my ass check. His hand continued to guide itself lower and found it's way to the crack of my ass. His hand began to rub against my hole. He focused his middle finger on my anus, toying with it from the outside. I pressed my ass against the sensation and his finger slid halfway into my ass with little effort. My lips let one small moan escape. He took this as permission to force the finger completely in. Once he did, I was glad. It felt good, but after a moment it was so small and lackluster. I wanted more.
"Say it again." He demanded with his whisper. He forced a second finger into my ass. I wasnt ready for it, and it shot a combination of pain and pleasure through me.
"I want your cock! I want you to fuck my ass!" My words were louder. They were direct. Instead of begging, I was demanding. It was the opposite of what I feared this could be. I wasn't submitting, I was as much in control as ever. I wanted this. "Fuck my ass!"
His legs parted, and with them so did mine. I felt his hard cock rise up in the water. His cock laid to rest against my balls, the tip touching my own cock. It felt so large. Wider than my own by double, and with me sitting on his lap the head of his shaft rested only a millimeter short of my own.
Mike lifted me up so that my ass kissed the top of the water. One hand reached below the surface, the other guided my body back down into the water. My heart was racing and a feeling of fear crashed over me. It wasn't regret, it was more. Fear, anticipation, anxiety, excitement, concern, arousal, confusion, intoxication... it all coalesced into the moment.
The head of his cock met my asshole. It was soft and meaty at first touch, but then became hard as Mike guided my body down onto it. I could feel my ass begin to separate as the shaft began to force its way up. The alcohol must have helped here, because at this moment I felt my body almost collapse and his cock slide into me.
Pain. It began with pain. But that subsided. As he lifted me up and dropped me back down onto the giant cock, pain was out of mind and it was nothing but pleasure. I couldn't believe it. I began taking over after only moments. I wanted to bounce on his cock. I wanted it. I loved the feeling of the cock in my ass. I didn't just give up and let it happen. I wanted it.
I began to move faster on his cock. I wanted nothing less than to grab my own cock and jerk myself off until I cum, but by this time Mike had retaken control of my arms. I bounced at a steady pace for a while and then he retook control.
Mike started off by matching my movement and pace with his own thrusts, but soon gripped me tightly and began throwing me down onto the thrusts of his cock. Every time, his cock was pounding my ass, my prostate. My cock was rock hard, creamy liquid beginning to make its way out of the tip in very small amounts. His cock was incredibly large, but my ass was willing and capable of taking it all.
A few more thrusts and I would shoot cum all over. But just then he stopped. He moved me up and off his cock, and I wanted to yell at him "WHY!!" But then, he moved me forward, onto my knees so that I was knelt over the side of the jacuzzi, ass presented to him. He licked his hand, fingered my asshole for a second before smacking my ass and guiding his cock back into my hole. Once again, that moment of pushing the threshold of pain and enjoyment, followed immediately by a large cock filling my whole ass with pleasure. He began to pound me, pound me like the sluts he fucks for a living. He grabbed my throat, bit my back and shoulders, smacked my ass and face, put his fingers in my mouth and made me suck them as he fucked me... and the entire time I gave into it. I loved it.
"Come on. I want you over here." It was the first words spoken in what seemed like forever. He got up out of the jacuzzi, grabbing a towel as he walked, and continued into the bedroom.
Shocked by the abrupt end to the session we were having, I scrambled out of the tub, grab my towel and eagerly followed.
Once inside the room, I was met by the visage of Mike standing there with his large hard cock pointed directly at me. I can't say why, but I almost ran to him, fell to my knees and began to engulf his cock with my mouth immediately. It could barely fit, and the effort hurt my jaw, but for some reason I wanted to let him know that I meant this act. I wanted this cock. I wanted him to feel it. To cum. The taste of his cock in my mouth was new and enthralling. I would've sucked him off so much longer, but Mike stopped it.
Mike grabbed me and threw me down onto my back upon the bed. He ripped the towel away from my waist, pushed my legs back, feet above my head, and guided his cock back into my ass.
He positioned himself so his arms were under my legs, ass up to meet his cock. Ironically, the most painful thing of the night would be the stretching of my legs in this position. That being said, it was my favorite for some reason. When he fucked me from behind, it was hot and felt good. But when I looked up at him; his muscular chest, his sweaty face, watching his cock going into me, his eyes. His eyes full of pleasure, ravishing my ass. His giant cock diving into my ass. I looked into his eyes as his large cock filled my entire ass, and he stared back. It wasn't loving, it wasn't tender. It was pure, raw, a****l lust. He looked at me like a fuck toy, and I wanted that. ... it was overwhelming.
"I'm gonna cum!" I called out. My head went back and ecstasy overcame me.
At the same time, Mike called back "Me too."
And his thrusts became even more forceful, and more erratic. My own cock began to shoot jets of cum all over my chest and stomach. More cum than I had ever recalled having ejaculated. Mike continued to fuck me as he came in my ass. Powerful final thrusts, accompanied by body shaking and aggressive moans signifying his completion. I want to say I felt his cum in my ass, but really that might have been more of a desire than a sensation.
Mike collapsed on the bed beside me. I lay there, still on my back full of his cum, waiting to process the moment. Upon first thought, that was hands down the best sexual experience of my life. I looked over at Mike, and he was halfway passed out.
I didn't know what to do next. Normally, girls would start to cuddle with me at this point. But, we're guys. What do we do? And, yet again, as if to read my mind, Mike responded.
"That was awesome." He sighed heavily after starting. "But, don't try to cuddle with me. Not into that shit. You can crash here if you want, or head back to your room. Either way, cool." He rolled over, away from me.
I was over come with relief. The submission didn't continue past the sex. I was glad. I didn't want to be treated like a woman. I'm a man. I found a new way to be pleased, but I'm not some girl to be cuddled and sweet talked to... that being said, when he rolled over in the middle of the night and gave me round two, I was his slut again.
I nodded.
"Women are scared. At least, the ones who aren't looking for a huge cock." He took another sip, I followed his example. "See, guys think girls want a huge cock. But they don't. They want a good cock, and more importantly a good lover. A huge cock hurts them. They can't handle it. And the ones who can, usually aren't the ones you want."
I hung on his every word. He talked about his "sexcapades" outside of his work as well as the scenes he's done. We kept drinking and talking, and we became more comfortable with each other. Then, he got bold.
"I mean, honestly. After a while, women get boring. You know?" He looked at me, and I reacted with a shoulder shrug and a nod. "I mean, I like to fuck. I got a big dick. I want to fuck!" He was getting a little animated, but I found it funny. I cracked up, clapping my hands and falling sideways into the sofa for a second.
"Honestly, that's what's cool about guys. You can just fuck, and it's meaningless, and that's it." I nodded. But, then I thought about his words. Was he speaking about the sexual nature of men or was he talking about having sex with men? "And men, we get raw. We get... a****listic!" I nodded, again, not fully understanding, again. "I've never met a girl outside of porn that I can fuck in the ass. Never! But guys..." he trailed off behind the glass he raised to his mouth for another sip.
Now I got it, but I wasn't sure I was on board. I laughed a little, but he just sat there, holding the swig in his mouth enjoying the flavor. Our eyes locked for a long moment. I put my drink down.
"So, wait," I started with a smile, as if to signal that I was on to his nonexistent "joke". "You're saying... you fuck guys?"
"Yeah, of course." He answered so straight forward. His response was almost a question in and of itself, as if he were saying "what of it?" I tried to compose myself a little, but the booze didn't help.
"No, hey, I'm not judging. I'm just surprised is all."
"Why? I'm a sexual person. That's why I do porn. I have the dream job. I get to fuck for money and it's 100% legal." We both laughed. But then he leaned forward and became serious, though still warm and friendly.
"Look. I like to fuck. I don't care who I'm fucking, as long as it is pleasurable to the both of us. If it's a man, if it's a woman it's all the same to me. It's pleasure." I nodded, but he could tell I wasn't exactly understanding. "Look. Think about women. A woman can have sex with men and say that she's straight. And then, she can have a fling, or multiple sexual flings with other women, but no one calls her "gay"... they just accept that she is a woman who had sex with another woman. Right?"
I nodded, this time fully understanding. I had many female friends, even girlfriends who had sexual encounters with other women.
"So why are guys so hung up about having same sex encounters? It's just sex. You feel good for a short period of time, and then you move on with your life. Simple as that." He sat back and took the last sip of his scotch.
I finished mine as well, thinking about his words. He had a point. While I was, and still am not "gay", I would be lying if I said I never had a random thought, fantasy, or sexual dream about another man. Usually, they were met with immediate expulsion from my thoughts, but why?
"I see what you're saying. But, like you said guys are hung up about these things. And, there's a difference between fucking and being fucked. Guys aren't used to being fucked. Generally, we do the fucking." I replied. He smiled widely and nodded.
"True. Very true." Mike stood up. "Another?" He shook his empty glass in front of me while grabbing my also empty glass.
"Sure, I can sneak in some sleep during the seminars tomorrow." I laughed at my joke, Mike just poured the drinks.
"What you said is right. Giving up control is hard, sexually." He finished pouring, walked over and handed me my drink. I grabbed the glass but he didn't yield it right away. We locked eyes. "But when you do, you find a greater pleasure than you've ever experienced." He released the glass. I almost dropped it. The condensation on the glass, I told myself.
We sat in a silence for what felt like minutes, but truly it was maybe a few seconds. He leaned forward again.
"You've never been curious at all?" He asked frankly, looking me straight in the eye. For a moment I felt it: arousal. My cock moved in my pants suddenly. It wasn't erect, but it was getting ready.
"No," I tried to lie cooly. He tilted his head, considering my lie. "I mean, no. Not really." He nodded and sat back. "I mean, I'm not against that stuff. I've even done stuff with girls. You know. Fingers and stuff." I didn't know what I was trying to say or trying to justify. I once let a girlfriend peg me with her strapon, but that was a girl.
"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He replied. "Look, I'm gonna hop in the hot-tub." He stood as he spoke. "You can join me if you like, or you can head back to your room. No offense either way." He turned and began to walk toward the patio, toward the jacuzzi. I looked at the door. I should've left. That would've been the practical thing to do. But, instead I turned and looked at him as he approached the patio.
"I don't have any shorts." I called out. He turned, with a smile on his face.
"And?" He pulled his shirt over his head, kicked off his shoes, and dropped his pants, including his underwear, to his ankles. His beautiful dark skin was silhouetted by the lights of the tub and the surrounding environment. As he raised his leg to step into the boiling water, I was able to see the full shape and figure of his legendary cock. As if in slow motion it hung there and then began to fall into the water.
I couldn't believe it. My cock got hard. How was I supposed to do anything but sit there? If I stood up and left with a hard cock making an attempt to escape my pants he could see it and know I was turned on and afraid. On the other hand, if I entered the jacuzzi with a hard-on that would be the same as saying I'm full go and ready for this. And then it was just then that the thought crossed my mind; WHY am I turned on? This is a man. A strong, physically intimidating, well hung man who fucks for a living. And his naked visage has me horny? He had a point earlier. Do women think the same way before their sexual encounters? Or do they just go in full steam in full confidence of their sexuality?
Two clear options. Get up and walk out the door, turning down the opportunity. Or, get up and enter the hot tub and see what happens. Find out what I'm willing to do. Let myself go.
I stood up. My pants were uncomfortable as I moved. But my direction was clear and my discomfort was short-lived. The clothes fell to the floor and the warmth of the water met my body with a surge of energy. As I sat in the pool, Mike and I met eyes. He said nothing, as if waiting for me to ask for it.
"So how does this work?" Shakingly, I wasn't sure how I mustered the strength to speak first, but there it was. Naked in the water together, all the cards were shown. My heart pounded, my breath shortened waiting for the response. He relished the pause.
"I'm going to fuck you." He finally said. My cock had never been harder. "You're going to suck my cock, I'm going to fuck you, and you'll never touch your own cock." I perked up. At the moment it was already difficult to resist the urge to touch myself, once the act started? How could I? As if he read my mind, he responded, "don't worry, I will keep you from touching your cock."
We sat there looking at one another. No one made any movement. He tilted his head slightly and then spoke. "Say you want it." He said it softly, but directly. "Say you want it, or leave. There can be no grey area here."
And there it was. The moment. I could leave, a virgin in the homosexual sense. Or I could utter the words and give myself over to a man whom I knew had a large cock and would use it on my in an aggressive way. I could hate every minute of it. I could love every second of it. My cock pulsed under the water, almost as if to pull me into the act.
"I want it." The words came out, soft but direct.
"What do you want?" He replied.
"I want your cock. I want to suck your cock. I want you to fuck my ass. I want it." It came out uncontrollably. Suddenly, I was the slut. The words that I've heard uttered by porn sluts were coming out of my mouth... and what was even more frightening, they were true.
Mike reached out and grabbed me by the arm. In one swift motion he pulled me into his grasp so that I was now seated in his lap. He positioned my arms so they crossed my front. It was as if I was a puppet and he was the master. His legs were closed together, hiding his bulge. My legs rested directly above, arched around spooning his. My ass rested right about his crotch. He clutched me tightly, enforcing his control upon the situation.
"Say it again," he whispered into my ear. Although a whisper, it seemed more powerful than a yell, than a command. It was his voice demanding my will.
"I want your cock. I want to suck your cock. I want your cock in my ass." I replied weakly. The shaking in my voice seemed to only excite him. His hips began to thrust slightly against my ass. My hips swung with his. His legs parted slightly, and the excitement within me began to boil. Was I about to feel the legendary cock against my skin?
But no. It did not reveal itself yet. The motion of our hips continued. His hands continued to restrain my arms, but slowly his right hand slackened and slid along the side of my body down to my hip. His hand groped and grabbed my ass check. His hand continued to guide itself lower and found it's way to the crack of my ass. His hand began to rub against my hole. He focused his middle finger on my anus, toying with it from the outside. I pressed my ass against the sensation and his finger slid halfway into my ass with little effort. My lips let one small moan escape. He took this as permission to force the finger completely in. Once he did, I was glad. It felt good, but after a moment it was so small and lackluster. I wanted more.
"Say it again." He demanded with his whisper. He forced a second finger into my ass. I wasnt ready for it, and it shot a combination of pain and pleasure through me.
"I want your cock! I want you to fuck my ass!" My words were louder. They were direct. Instead of begging, I was demanding. It was the opposite of what I feared this could be. I wasn't submitting, I was as much in control as ever. I wanted this. "Fuck my ass!"
His legs parted, and with them so did mine. I felt his hard cock rise up in the water. His cock laid to rest against my balls, the tip touching my own cock. It felt so large. Wider than my own by double, and with me sitting on his lap the head of his shaft rested only a millimeter short of my own.
Mike lifted me up so that my ass kissed the top of the water. One hand reached below the surface, the other guided my body back down into the water. My heart was racing and a feeling of fear crashed over me. It wasn't regret, it was more. Fear, anticipation, anxiety, excitement, concern, arousal, confusion, intoxication... it all coalesced into the moment.
The head of his cock met my asshole. It was soft and meaty at first touch, but then became hard as Mike guided my body down onto it. I could feel my ass begin to separate as the shaft began to force its way up. The alcohol must have helped here, because at this moment I felt my body almost collapse and his cock slide into me.
Pain. It began with pain. But that subsided. As he lifted me up and dropped me back down onto the giant cock, pain was out of mind and it was nothing but pleasure. I couldn't believe it. I began taking over after only moments. I wanted to bounce on his cock. I wanted it. I loved the feeling of the cock in my ass. I didn't just give up and let it happen. I wanted it.
I began to move faster on his cock. I wanted nothing less than to grab my own cock and jerk myself off until I cum, but by this time Mike had retaken control of my arms. I bounced at a steady pace for a while and then he retook control.
Mike started off by matching my movement and pace with his own thrusts, but soon gripped me tightly and began throwing me down onto the thrusts of his cock. Every time, his cock was pounding my ass, my prostate. My cock was rock hard, creamy liquid beginning to make its way out of the tip in very small amounts. His cock was incredibly large, but my ass was willing and capable of taking it all.
A few more thrusts and I would shoot cum all over. But just then he stopped. He moved me up and off his cock, and I wanted to yell at him "WHY!!" But then, he moved me forward, onto my knees so that I was knelt over the side of the jacuzzi, ass presented to him. He licked his hand, fingered my asshole for a second before smacking my ass and guiding his cock back into my hole. Once again, that moment of pushing the threshold of pain and enjoyment, followed immediately by a large cock filling my whole ass with pleasure. He began to pound me, pound me like the sluts he fucks for a living. He grabbed my throat, bit my back and shoulders, smacked my ass and face, put his fingers in my mouth and made me suck them as he fucked me... and the entire time I gave into it. I loved it.
"Come on. I want you over here." It was the first words spoken in what seemed like forever. He got up out of the jacuzzi, grabbing a towel as he walked, and continued into the bedroom.
Shocked by the abrupt end to the session we were having, I scrambled out of the tub, grab my towel and eagerly followed.
Once inside the room, I was met by the visage of Mike standing there with his large hard cock pointed directly at me. I can't say why, but I almost ran to him, fell to my knees and began to engulf his cock with my mouth immediately. It could barely fit, and the effort hurt my jaw, but for some reason I wanted to let him know that I meant this act. I wanted this cock. I wanted him to feel it. To cum. The taste of his cock in my mouth was new and enthralling. I would've sucked him off so much longer, but Mike stopped it.
Mike grabbed me and threw me down onto my back upon the bed. He ripped the towel away from my waist, pushed my legs back, feet above my head, and guided his cock back into my ass.
He positioned himself so his arms were under my legs, ass up to meet his cock. Ironically, the most painful thing of the night would be the stretching of my legs in this position. That being said, it was my favorite for some reason. When he fucked me from behind, it was hot and felt good. But when I looked up at him; his muscular chest, his sweaty face, watching his cock going into me, his eyes. His eyes full of pleasure, ravishing my ass. His giant cock diving into my ass. I looked into his eyes as his large cock filled my entire ass, and he stared back. It wasn't loving, it wasn't tender. It was pure, raw, a****l lust. He looked at me like a fuck toy, and I wanted that. ... it was overwhelming.
"I'm gonna cum!" I called out. My head went back and ecstasy overcame me.
At the same time, Mike called back "Me too."
And his thrusts became even more forceful, and more erratic. My own cock began to shoot jets of cum all over my chest and stomach. More cum than I had ever recalled having ejaculated. Mike continued to fuck me as he came in my ass. Powerful final thrusts, accompanied by body shaking and aggressive moans signifying his completion. I want to say I felt his cum in my ass, but really that might have been more of a desire than a sensation.
Mike collapsed on the bed beside me. I lay there, still on my back full of his cum, waiting to process the moment. Upon first thought, that was hands down the best sexual experience of my life. I looked over at Mike, and he was halfway passed out.
I didn't know what to do next. Normally, girls would start to cuddle with me at this point. But, we're guys. What do we do? And, yet again, as if to read my mind, Mike responded.
"That was awesome." He sighed heavily after starting. "But, don't try to cuddle with me. Not into that shit. You can crash here if you want, or head back to your room. Either way, cool." He rolled over, away from me.
I was over come with relief. The submission didn't continue past the sex. I was glad. I didn't want to be treated like a woman. I'm a man. I found a new way to be pleased, but I'm not some girl to be cuddled and sweet talked to... that being said, when he rolled over in the middle of the night and gave me round two, I was his slut again.
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