He was pounding me fiercely as he fucked me, taking me from my position on my knees to being flat on my belly, emphasizing his earlier words of it having been a long time since he’d last had sex with anyone. I must digress, though, just a bit while kinda glossing over the exact how we met at my favorite bar, struck up a conversation, him propositioning me and my acceptance because while I’d been getting plenty of pussy, it had been a while since I’d last had a dick to play with and, as I opened this up with, he hadn’t gotten laid in a while.
We went to his place, settled into the sofa and did some necking; he was tense, not out of apprehension but trying to contain his passion as we worked each other’s neck and ears over while removing our clothing along the way. On the way to his place, he had mentioned that I might be disappointed because he hadn’t been born with a long dick; I knew I rolled my eyes as I dismissed his disclaimer by saying what I always said: Size isn’t an issue for me.
We’d stripped each other bare and I’d went to work on his nipples, which adorned a hairless chest, taking delight in his moans and giving myself a tiny pat on the back because most men don’t know what it’s like to have their nipples sucked and kinda chewed on. I was deliberately not paying any attention to his dick; in fact, I’d peeled him out of his underwear without even looking at his crotch… but I knew he was very hard since I had a little trouble getting his drawers off. He did fix his eyes on my now exposed erection when he got me out of my underwear, uttering an almost inaudible, “Oh, wow…” as I helped him get my briefs from around my ankles.
“You’re kinda big,” he moaned as he fondled my dick while I continued to lavish attention on his nipples while muttering something about not being all that big against his chest. I kissed my way down his chest, making a pit stop at his navel and giving it some attention before scooting down so I could take my first look at the dick I was about to start sucking… and barely managed not to gasp aloud.
He was right – his dick wasn’t long at all, maybe five or six inches and I now understood why I’d had been quite a while since he last got laid because what he lacked in length, he made up in girth – it was very fat and topped with a really big mushroom-shaped knob; I was taken aback for a moment and wondering if I’d ever seen anything like this guy’s dick before – and I hadn’t: Sucking him was going to be a challenge but I bent to the task and took him into my mouth, having decided that this was one dick I was not gonna go deep on.
It didn’t take him long to decide that he wasn’t going to be the only oral victim, virtually manhandling me until I was atop him, his mouth closing around me with a hunger I was very familiar with but, ah, shit, since we’d both agreed that we were going to fuck each other back at the bar, the purpose wasn’t to get each other off like that although I was silently kicking myself for not asking him exactly why he hadn’t gotten laid in a while when I had the chance… because at some point, he was gonna be shoving this into my ass.
Oh, wow, indeed.
“I need to cum,” he moaned after letting my dick fall from his mouth, my cue to stop sucking him and get ready for him to be inside me – I’d already banished the thought of begging off being fucked; he might have understood but being fucked was what I agreed to so that’s how it was gonna go down. Almost a quarter of a container of Vaseline later, we both sighed as his monstrous knob finally managed to make it past the not-so-resisting muscle guarding my rectum and not a moment too soon because just as he passed into me, I was a good second from calling a halt to things.
That’s when he literally beat me down from my knees to my stomach, not that hard that I felt a need to protest but just hard enough where staying in that kneeling/ass in the air position wasn’t gonna work. As he screwed me, I was deciding whether or not what I was now feeling was worth the effort to be able to feel him… and decided that I was feeling pretty good and let my mind wander to that place it tends to go when I’m being screwed, enjoying the feel of his fat prick stretching my hole wide and his weight on me as he thrust into me. Because I could feel the tremors in his dick, I knew he was about to get to the good part, the part where he would soon bust his nuts into me.
His strokes were getting harder and I gasped because his dick was getting harder and fatter and just a bit uncomfortable; he cursed loudly as his whole body stiffened… and I felt his load being injected into me and, my god, there was a lot of it! Trapped in my ass, I could feel his dick expanding and contracting as he pumped sperm into me and doing it so strongly that it actually hurt and, shit, there seems to be no end to the flow of spunk that was now beginning to flow out of me and, seemingly, as fast as he was putting it in. In this moment, time really doesn’t mean a damned thing and even if it did, I couldn’t tell you how long he was shooting into me before I finally felt his dick starting to soften – I just know it took a while.
I’m not gonna describe the mess that was made once he pulled out except to say it took a couple of towels to sop up the worst of it. Still, he didn’t waste any time chucking the towels, sucking me into hardness, slathering us with Vaseline, and taking a seat on my dick because after experiencing being fucked by him, moving wasn’t on my list of things I felt like doing. He rode me like he fucked me, hard and fast but not so much that I found it annoying while verbally encouraging me to cum inside him, something I wasn’t sure was gonna happen given how my butt was just now starting to ache from having his stupidly fat dick in there.
But I did cum, to our mutual delight and I almost giggled to hear him cry out, “Oh, my god… I can feel it shooting in me!” because I seriously doubted I was bringing my load as he had delivered his. After some cleanup and toilet use, we were back in the sofa cuddling, something I normally would not have minded but, damn, my asshole was really starting to bother me! He hadn’t damaged me but, oh, yeah, my hole hadn’t been stretched out like that since I was way younger.
Before I left for home, we did suck each other off – his second load wasn’t as huge as the first but I did have just a little trouble keeping up with it as I swallowed and he seemed happy with my creamy offering so it was all good. Back to the bathroom and as I got dressed, I asked him if he always busted such a huge first nut.
“Yeah,” he said – he actually blushed – “But I’ve been holding that one for a few months because, well, I guess you know why.”
“I do now,” I said, thinking that with a dick that fat and that really big knob, women weren’t exactly beating his door down and I was sure any guys he wanted to bed got a look at his dick and ran for the hills. My drive home was, let’s say, interesting since sitting on my ass didn’t feel all that comfy but to have had the experience, it was worth walking a little funny…